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Laurel

By: NewWriter



Laurel walked in these woods so many times over the years, enjoying the quite, peace and solitude. Little did she know that she had for a very long time been watched by envious eyes and desired by those magnificent large deep brown eyes. The eyes of a youngster not quite ready yet to act on his desires.

But now he had come of age. He had been blooded by the elders of his clan as he came of age, he had hunted with the weapons of his clan and killed in a one on one hunt and he had had his first female. He was ready to indulge his passions for the vision of the female that walked the woods and haunted his dreams.

He trotted to the place where he knew she would come eventually and waited patiently as he had been taught as a hunter. This female was the object of his hunt. She was not exactly lovely by his standards, the fact that she walked on two legs and had no mane didn't seem to matter to him that much. Every time he saw her he felt that familiar stirring in his loins like he did when he smelled the scent of a female of his clan. 

He ate and drank from the pool by which he waited several time before he heard the familiar noises that heralded her approach to the pool. Humans were also so noisy. He grinned, his thick lips pulling back over massive teeth as she came into view. He watched silently as she approached the pool and began, as she always did, to remove her clothing before entering the pool. He slipped quietly through the brush and took her clothing from the bush upon which she had hung them.

He watched intently as she swam around the pool and he wondered why this ugly creature intrigued him so. She was pale, with hair only on her head with a soft patch of fur between her legs and these odd bags of flesh hanging from her chest. The only thing that was really anything like the females of his clan was her backside. Had it been covered with the thick coarse hair like females of his clan she would certainly have been sought after by any of the young studs he played with as a child.

As she swam back to the small sandy beach of the pool he stood quietly in the brush. She gasped in surprise as he found her clothes missing. She looked around nervously realizing someone had taken her clothing. "WWWhhhooo's there?" She asked the forest. "Please, I need my clothes."

He fidgeted stamping his feet softly on the forest floor. His member stiffened as he caught her scent and he was amazed that it was happening. She didn't even smell close to the females of his clan. It was not even a pleasant odor, but for some reason his member was swelling in preparation for mounting her and breeding the female. He stepped out of the brush and approached the edge of the pool.

She cringed as his massive form appeared from the forest edge. She stood rigid in fear as he approached her. She was frozen with fear as he approached and lowered his head to sniff at the dark patch of fur between her legs. He threw back his head and snorted as he had been taught to do by his tutors in his clan. This was done to make the other studs in the group think the female was not yet ready for breeding. She shivered with fear as he lowered his head and sniffed again at her patch. He extended his tongue and licked at the soft patch of fur.

She shivered and murmured. "Please don't hurt me." He understood her words perfectly. They had many years ago learned the speech of the humans who lived on the plains that bordered the forests that were his home. He stretched his upper torso as he fidgeted, the bellows at his chest rising and falling heavily as his excitement increased. He turned slightly letting her see his profile, his long thick member hanging down from between his legs.

"I do not intend of hurting you human." He spoke softly. "I simply want to breed you."

"Oh my god." She exclaimed. "But you can't you're not human."

"You are very perceptive for a human." He snickered. "No I am not human, but I have watched you since I was a youngster come to this pool and swim."

"You have?" Her voice showed less fear than earlier. "Why would you do that?"

"I am not entirely sure female but for some reason you attract me like no female of my clan has."

"Oh." She smiles for the first time. "But we can't do that. It's not natural."

"Believe me I know this human female." He said matter of factly. "Were my clan to find out of my abhorrent desires I would probably be banished. Never the less I have never desired a female as much as I desire you."

"Interesting." She smiled. "I am an outcast of my village. I was born to a witch and warlock and the people of my village shunned us all when I was born. I live in the edge of the woods with my mother after my father was killed my the villagers and we escaped as he fought them."

He shifted on his feet and moved closer to her. Her scent forcing his member to become painfully rigid as he breathed it in. He bounded up and down as he would before a female of his clan to show her the massive size of his swollen hard member. He snickered again as she moved closer to him rubbing her hands over his back.

He happily realized that her fear of him was gone as she caressed and rubbed his coarse hair. Her hands exploring his long back slipping up to where the hair ended up his torso. She moved around him ducking her head as she passed in front of him as his teeth sought her pale skin. "Now, now." She giggled. "Behave and I might let you have your wish."

Her hands continued their exploration as she moved down his other side. They slid down under him rubbing his belly between his legs and he stamped impatiently as the back of her hands grazed his thick swollen member. She giggled sensing his discomfort but continued to slowly caress the coarse brown and white hair of his belly. She began to fidget as the rubbed and caressed softly the areas of his ass and he swished his tail firmly slapping her in the face.

She slapped him hard on his ass and hissed, "Now you stop that or you won't get what you want." He growled deep in his chest, the bellows heaving as his passion grew higher and higher. Never had he imagined she would be a willing participant in the act he dreamed about for so long. "I have what you want and unless you obey me perfectly you'll get to go back to your can with that thing as hard as it is now and I'll follow you and tell them what you tried to do with me."

Suddenly her hands were around this thick hard member stroking it back and forth, her tiny fingers unable to wrap around it fully. He fidgeted but stood still as her hands gripped and ran up and down his throbbing member. Never before had he felt such sensations. They were certainly unlike anything the females of his clan could make him feel. They usually just stood there as he rode them hard and fast taking his member inside their warm sex organs until he bred them.

She laughed as she stroked back and forth along his member which had grown to it's full length of 18 inches. "Oh yes." She purred. "You like that don't you big boy? Is this what you imagined when you watched me naked swimming in the pool? Is this even close to what you thought it would be?" Her stroking made it impossible for him to talk and he knew he would stand there until he bred with her.

She giggled as she sat down on the forest floor her naked ass tickled by the grasses and fallen leaves. She reached under him to the opposite side she was on and tapped him to move over her. He shook with untold pleasure as her warm wet human mouth engulfed the blunt head of his member. She could not get much inside but she suckled his pulsating member as he had with his dame's nipples as a youngster.

She stoked his long shaft as she suckled and tongued his member and she shivered as he felt the familiar force building up deep inside his belly. She sensed his impending explosion as well for she pulled back removing his head from her mouth. "Oh no not yet sweetness. I want it all now." She moved around until she was bending over under him her pale hairless ass pushing back against his throbbing member.

She reached back between her legs and took his member in her hand guiding the thick blunt head between her legs. He felt the wetness envelope his head as she pushed back taking half of him deep into her belly. "Oh fuck yes." She groaned and he realized she as enjoying this as well. Unlike the females of his clan she was actively participating in her breeding. The idea caused him to push forward pushing almost all of his throbbing member into the tight wetness of her sex.

"Gods you are so huge. Never been this full before. Oh yes now my sweet lover. Breed this bitch."

He instinctively knew what she meant and her started pushing and pulling his member in and out of her sex. She was much tighter than the females of his clan and his balls began to tighten even more as the cum boiled within them. She squealed as he began to breed her. Thrusting and grunting as he impaled her over and over his climax speeding toward completion of breeding this tight female.

"Oh fuck yes." She moaned as he pushed in and began to spurt his hot seed into her belly. The amount of liquid many times more than any human male could produce and it squirted out of her sex in thick ropes unable to hold his huge member and the spunk that blew into her. She pounded back against him as if begging him for more and he pushed in deeper feeling the head slide into an even tighter opening. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." She screamed as his blunt head entered her cervix still spurting the thick cum of his race. 

When the last of the spurts dribbled from his member she slowly slid off and collapsed on the ground. He gingerly steeped from over her as not to injure her with his huge feet. She lay there panting hard and fast her sex gaped open from the fucking his huge member had given her. He lowered his head and sniffed as her sex. It was a strange scent that issued forth for it. It smelled like, like. No, that was impossible.

It couldn't be she was a human and he was not. There was no way this could happen. Oh, he silently prayed to the gods of his forefathers, please, please no.

She stood up and smiled his cum running down the insides of her two thighs. She sensed his panic. "Yes my sweet lover." She kissed his lips softly. "Yes sweetness, you sense it don't you. You have bred me. Impregnated this human body with your sperm. I am pregnant. Why do you think I've been coming down here these long months and years? I was waiting till you were old enough for this."

He looked at her without understanding her words. His anger rose as he realized what she had done to him. Used him to get what she wanted. He reared on his hind legs, flashing his front hooves to stamp her to death but shook his head as he landed on his back yards from where he had stood. Her hands out in front of her the greenish fire dancing at her fingertips. 

She grinned wickedly as she lowered her hands. "Yes my love and don't be angry. You were chosen from among your clan to be the father of my baby. The first child made between human and centaur to bring a new race into the world. One that will make those villagers pay for what they did to my father. You have the honor of being the father of this new race."

She walked over to him and rubbed his upper chest and whispered, "I loved it sweetness and there will be much more to come."

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Laurel is Dead



Laurel rubbed her temples and stared at the monitor through bleary eyes, numbers and figures and tables swimming before her. Seven years. Seven years she'd sat at this desk and entered figures into this terminal while the cubicles around her emptied and filled once again as the men and women moved on. Really, it was mostly the men that were transferred up or promoted while she sat where she had since she graduated with distinction from state university with a degree in business administration.

Now, if rumors around the office were to be believed, Evan was going to be the next one to pass her by. Evan, who was twenty-three by his personnel records but barely looked thirteen, was going to be getting his own office starting next week while she was left to perform the same tasks she'd efficiently carried out for her entire professional career. It was infuriating. It was wrong, just plain wrong, and she couldn't take it any more.

There was no chance of her actually getting her work done today. She had to do something about this, had to at least say something or else she'd never have any peace. That was why she abruptly pushed herself up from her desk and marched directly to her supervisor's door. Her slender fingers curled into righteously angry fist and rapped sharply, but not rudely on the wood. After a sharp cough and some shuffling, she heard a hasty "Uh, yes? What is it?" from the man behind the door.

"Mister Fitch, I really need to speak to you about something," Laurel called through the door, her frustration only amplifying the customary irritation she felt when dealing with Norman Fitch. As far as she could tell, the fat moron spent every moment of the working day locked behind that office door doing god knows what, sweating through his shirts and collecting more than twice her salary while he decided her future on a whim.

Norman cleared his throat again and called back, "Really busy. Monday, we'll meet Monday morning."

"No!" Laurel shrieked, far louder than she intended. The volume of her voice was startling, even to herself, and it took a deep, settling breath before she felt she could continue. "No, I can't... it can't wait. We need to talk now."

A few more moments went by, and the fact that Norman seemingly made no attempt to suppress his groan as he shuffled about and lumbered to the door only irritated her further. When the door popped open and he stood before her, tie askew and hair matted by sweat on the sides of his head, she had to resist the overwhelming impulse to ask what he'd been doing and instead remained silent as he looked her over.

"Well? Come in," he mumbled, turning away from her and moving back to his oversized desk chair, wheezing a bit as he flopped back into it.

"Mister Fitch," she started immediately, long before she even reached the little folding chair across the desk from him. It pained her to have to address this oaf with respect, but he'd made it very clear that Norman was not a name he would answer to. "Mister Fitch, I need to know what my prospects are with this company."

He looked a little surprised, maybe even flustered by the question, but before his mouth could finish opening to say a single word, Laurel broke into her full-fledged rant. "I've been here seven years, Mister Fitch, and not once have I missed a deadline or taken a sick day or failed to deliver above expectations on a single project. I work tremendously hard and I'm exceptionally good at my job and I know I deserve more..."

"Hey, listen," he broke in, and to her surprise she let him. The sound of his raspy voice reminded her that she had no idea what she was saying or where she was going with her speech, and suddenly she found herself wishing she'd rehearsed even a little before she barged in here.

"Listen, Laura. You do good work, it's true, and you've been a valuable member of our team..."

"Laurel!" she shrieked again in that same startlingly loud voice. "Jesus, you really don't even know my name. Look," she continued, taking a moment to close her eyes and press her fingers into her temples, trying to find some way to settle herself. "I have sat at that little desk in that tiny cubicle and watched empty-headed pigs and vapid bimbos surpass me for too long. I deserve an office and a house and a wedding, but I'll never have those things unless something changes."

She took a deep breath and looked him in his beady eyes. "What needs to change? What's keeping me from the next level?"

Fitch let out a long sigh before he tried to find an answer. His eyes shifted back and forth, glancing about his messy desk and conveniently avoiding her pointed glare until he found a somewhat unremarkable box. It was just slightly longer than it was wide or tall, comprised of dark steel, though Laurel was somewhat certain that she recognized the configuration of buttons and dials on the surface.

"Look, honey," he began, and the term of address immediately amplified the indignant rising tide of fury in Laurel's gut. "You don't know what this is, but let me tell you..."

"That's the MARTI," she interrupted, excited for the chance to prove him wrong. The Matter Amplifying and Reducing Transport Implement. She'd seen the reports about its possibilities to revolutionize shipping and transportation and the explosive revenues expected from its production while reading over things she was just supposed to file, but she had no idea that the technology was already a reality.

"Right," Fitch coughed, a little taken aback by her knowledge but continuing on undeterred. "Here's the thing. This little puppy right here is going to change the world. Do you really think a woman could have come up with such an incredible concept?"

"What?" Laurel snapped, but he clearly didn't expect or want an answer. He didn't even pause and continued his speech.

"I mean, it's not your fault, of course. The female brain just isn't wired for science and math like ours are." He rose from his chair and started to circle around his desk, and Laurel could only sit in her chair, nails digging into her thighs as she watched him. She wanted to do a hundred other things. She wanted to scream every anti-discrimination slogan and statement she'd ever heard. She wanted to slap the smug, self-confident smirk off of his smarmy thick lips. She wanted to threaten him with every lawsuit and complaint she could imagine, but all she could do was sit and stare through the haze of red rage as he slipped up next to her and leaned back against his desk, looking down on her while he folded his arms.

"I can see how important this is to you, though." The sudden turn in the conversation was more confusing than uplifting for Laurel. She'd pretty much lost sight of anything besides her blinding rage at this point, forgetting why she originally knocked on Norman Fitch's door in the first place. "I'd hate to see you leave and pursue other opportunities, especially with the job market being what it is," he continued, but she wasn't paying attention to his words anymore. 

Her eyes followed his hands as they slowly and deliberately loosened his belt. This was happening. He was going to do this to her. He was going to fire her if she didn't do what he wanted. She'd seen the videos and read the posters but these things didn't really happen in real life. They just didn't, it was too surreal, too impossible, but still there he was with that repugnant bulge between his thick thighs. His fly was already down; it must have been that way since he answered the door.

"There's a place for women in the world of business, Laura," he murmured in this awful, low and ugly voice. "Especially a pretty, feisty girl like you." He'd broken into this weird, menacing toothy grin while unbuckling his belt, like some sort of fat fucking hyena. Laurel grit her teeth and stared up at him, wide-eyed and nostrils flaring as she took twenty panicked breaths in as many seconds.

"It's time to get out of that chair," he growled in some way that his twisted mind surely thought was somehow sexy. "If you want to get ahead," he murmured with a soft, forced chuckle that only made Laurel think about how many times he'd said the same awful things, "you're going to have to give some."

Every inch of her was trembling, but there wasn't an ounce of fear in her body. Laurel had walked into this room angry and every moment has simply stoked that fire into a white-hot burning blaze of furious rage. She slowly pushed herself up out of that chair, jaw still clenched and gaze still locked with the horrid creature standing above her while she moved to the side and let him eagerly settle into her seat.

"Good," he softly and simply stated with a little smile, and it was that little bit of approval that really sent the bile rising in the back of Laurel's throat. The fact that anything she did met with this wretched man's approval was more disgusting than any other element of this situation so far. "Now get down on the floor and get these pants off, I've got a lunch appointment."

The situation was so inconceivable to her. As she slowly lowered herself to her knees, Laurel thought of her parents, her graduation day, her fiance. She thought of how everything she'd done and all the work she'd put in and all the effort and struggles and sacrifices had led her to this moment. As she looked him in the eyes and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down over his bulbous reddish knees, she wondered why nobody had prepared her for this. Why hadn't she been told this was what the world was like? Why hadn't her teachers, her dad, her friends... why hadn't they told her that her best was never going to be good enough?

Fitch wasn't going to wait for her to take her time with his briefs like she had with the pants. He squirmed in his seat and pushed them down past his knees as well, and for just a moment Laurel's eyes dropped and caught sight of the lumpy, hairy mess surrounding his straining, chubby potato dick. "Come on," he breathed, leaning back and smirking with delight. "Suck my cock."

Every muscle in Laurel's neck strained. Her eyes were bulging, her fingers clenched and her skull shuddering as she stared straight ahead and watched this vile, fat monster roll his head back on his shoulders and slowly close his eyes while he waited for her to pleasure him. She shifted forward on her knees just a little bit more, and he chuckled the faintest bit when her dress brushed against his legs. Her eyes lowered once again to take another look at what he wanted to put in her mouth, and she took one deep breath before looking back up at Fitch's self-assured smile.

In the next instant her hand shot forward. She seized a ruthless handful of horrid genitals and squeezed, digging her hard nails into the hot, yielding flesh. Norman squealed, his bulky body tumbling from the folding chair and crashing to the floor, but now it was Laurel's turn to grin, twisting and clawing and sneering while the fat man's animal shrieks resounded about the little office's walls.

She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. The whole event seemed like it was over so quickly, and before she knew it, Laurel was back on her feet, standing over the balled up form of her boss. She watched him writhe about on the floor. She heard him scream his threats of lawyers and lawsuits and prison while she picked a rumpled napkin from his desk and wiped a bit of hot red blood from her fingers.

Despite all his hasty, agony-fueled ranting, Norman was right about one thing. Laurel had crossed a line and there was no going back. That's why it didn't even feel like a decision to turn around and pick up the dark box from his desk. Activating the MARTI and letting its scanners get a lock on Norman was just the next logical step, and hearing his indignant rage and profanity-laced rants turn to panicked pleas and disbelief while she adjusted the dials and punched in the commands was only an extra bit of satisfaction before his body was enveloped in a soft, spreading blue light, and then Norman Fitch was no more.

Laurel finally felt a faint sense of relief. It hadn't occurred to her that the MARTI wouldn't work, or that she wouldn't know how to use it. She hadn't considered anything in the form of consequences or risk, she'd just acted decisively and that was that. Now, though, she had to figure out what came next. She had to pull herself together. There was no way that the people outside that door hadn't heard his screams, and there were going to be questions. If Fitch was going to disappear, everyone knew she was in here with him. What could she say when the police came? What answer could possibly explain why he never walked out of his office?

Of course, he hadn't actually disappeared. Laurel's dark eyes scanned the floor and found him, and suddenly she was able to push her concerns to the back of her mind. Everything that he had been, that large, ludicrous, disgusting man who'd held her back and threatened her and tried to rape her was now just this tiny, pathetic thing no bigger than the heel of her boot, laying on his side and clutching his mangled crotch and sobbing.

She moved towards him, the impact of her footfalls bringing forth a little shriek from the tiny man on the ground and forcing his eyes open. So tiny. So helpless.

There was no restraining her sudden grin. An unexpected, exhilarating flush of heat washed over her as she stood over the tiny form of her tormenter, watching him writhe in pain and confused, abject terror on the floor at her feet.

"Oh my god," she whispered to herself, though her voice caught the tiny man's attention. Another little thrilling shiver shot through her as she imagined what he saw when he stared all the way up at her from the ground. "Norman, you're fucking tiny." It was impossible to avoid stating the obvious. Maybe she just needed to hear herself say it to make it seem more real.

It was real, though. It was so real. In one split second she'd wrested total and absolute control from this fat piece of filth, and it felt really, really good.

"Hey," she snapped, and the rounded toe of her black boot shoved forward and smacked into the little man's body, sending him roughly rolling across the floor a few inches. "Hey, you're not just going to lay there, asshole." Her confidence was growing exponentially by the second. He used to control her job, control her future and he came so, so close to controlling her body, but now she controlled him. She controlled his entire little life.

"Get up," she snapped, and when Fitch looked up at her he saw a completely different woman. The slender body that had seemed so little moments ago was towering far above him, ascending towards the heavens or his office ceiling like some callous feminine colossus. He struggled to his feet, every bit of his bulbous frame trembling as he rose. Resisting never crossed his mind.

Laurel's eyes narrowed to vicious slits as she watched the miserable worm quiver at her feet. She never could have imagined hating something so much, being so intensely disgusted by one living creature. "Now, say it again, you wretched little fuck."

The words. Her voice. All of it thrilled her to the core. She rarely cursed, but everything was happening so fast, so naturally. It was just right in every way. Norman stood before her, head shaking back and forth nervously, jowls flapping as he stuttered through his confusion. "W-w-w-w-what?" he finally managed.

"Say what you wanted me to do, Norman," she icily demanded, leaning down towards the tiny man just enough to cast him into shadow. For Fitch, it was like the angry face of God rushing towards him from the sky. "Say it like you fucking mean it, insect."

Again, the words came from somewhere she didn't understand, but every passing moment fueled the fires of thrilling, exquisite, righteous and erotic power deep inside her. She barely waited for him to half-heartedly utter the words. Even while he was feebly muttering the phrase, "suck my cock," her tremendous boot was already raising from the floor, knee drawing towards her chest, and in one swift, decisive, brutal motion she brought her foot smashing down towards the gound. There was just enough time for the shortest, shrillest tiny shriek before the unforgiving sole of her boot crashed through his fat little body and slammed to the floor. minuscule little juicy red bits of Norman Fitch spurted and sprayed out to the side of her sole, but aside from that, he was just gone.

Crushed.

Squished to a pulp.

Pulverized and obliterated beneath her foot like an ugly little bug. Deep in her mind, Laurel was wholly aware that she'd just killed a man, but that was so far away from the rush, the thrill of the moment. She'd never felt anything like this, never known such satisfaction, such power...

Jesus, she'd never been so turned on. Her eyes dropped to her foot and to the gory remains of her asshole boss, and she started to lazily twist and drag her boot through them, heart racing as she smeared the unrecognizable mess around. A soft, unanticipated moan rose from her throat as she thought about Norman's last moments, about how she looked to him just before she snuffed out his worthless little life.

As aroused as she was, Laurel was also still just as angry. Neither of those emotions were going to be quick to fade, but as the haze of the last few intense moments began to retreat, rational thought began to creep back into her mind. She'd murdered Fitch and was the last one seen with him. The MARTI wasn't exactly public knowledge, but it wouldn't be hard to piece together what she'd done.

One way or another, her job was over. God, her life might be over. At the very least it was going to need some drastic changes. She wasn't to the point where she regretted what she'd done, though. More precisely, her only regret was that it was over so swiftly, and now that sense of power was on its way to becoming more of a memory than a reality. God, she wanted to feel that way again. Right now, she wanted that most of all.

She needed more, and with that established as her primary focus, her analytical mind could move on to other needs. With an attempt at a steadying breath, Laurel dragged her boot back and wiped as much of Fitch from her foot as she could. She turned and grabbed a file folder box from the floor and dumped its contents over the reddish stain she was leaving behind, then carefully placed the MARTI inside.

With that, she took another deep breath and headed towards the door, back towards the real world. "I quit!" she boldly declared while slamming the door behind her, and after quickly tossing enough personal belongings into that box to conceal her prize from casual sight, she hopped in her car and left her career behind.

*****

She was going to have to leave town. No matter how she tried to think about it, that really seemed to be the only answer. She was just going to have to up and disappear. Laurel worked to put together a sensible plan as she drove the twenty miles to the apartment she and her fiance Ryan shared, and the part that kept giving her trouble was how she was going to get him to understand what was going on.

Ryan loved her deeply, and he supported her as much as he could in every way she could ask. Still, they'd had their ups and downs, and explaining how she'd almost been raped and how she'd ruthlessly murdered the man who'd attempted it by shrinking and stomping on him wasn't going to be an easy conversation.

Just thinking about that moment, though... it sent a warm wave of pleasure running through her to the point where she could barely resist closing her eyes for a moment and just letting out another shaky sigh. She had to feel that way again, she just had to, and she had the device. She could do it so easily, really.

What if she showed him? What better way was there to make him understand than to share that experience with him? Their sex life was pretty good as it was, and she'd always been somewhat open-minded for Ryan before. It would still be hours until he was home from work, but she wanted him desperately and immediately. She fumbled with her bag and dug out her phone with every intention to call him, but another thought came to mind as she set the phone on her lap.




Laurel is Dead



Why was she having to give up everything she'd worked for? What sense did it make for her to be the one who had to run, who had to disappear and give up her home and her job and maybe even more? What about the people who'd put her in this position? What about the people who'd stood by and done nothing? Didn't they deserve to pay some sort of price?

Fuck, of course they did, and she had the power to make them pay. She had so much power, and she needed to use it. A tap on her phone brought the voice commands up, and she started in on her plan. "New e-mail, Mom. Subject: Can you help? Blind carbon copy all contacts."

*****

Laurel shut and bolted the door of her apartment behind her and promptly flopped on her couch, letting out a long sigh with the impact of her body on the overstuffed cushions. Day after day she'd done the same thing, trying to forget the last several hours of office politics and workplace demands, and today she tried the same thing but there wasn't the first chance of forgetting a thing.

After another moment she dug through the box at her side and pulled out the MARTI, setting it in her lap and examining the incredible machine. She'd seen enough memos about the codenamed project to be vaguely familiar with expectations surrounding the device, and as she looked over the buttons and readings, it really was apparent that it had been designed for the working man. Such a simple object that could do such incredible things...

The doorbell rang and Laurel bolted upright immediately. She didn't expect anyone so quickly, but all the same, it was time for action. She hopped over the coffee table in haste, snatched up the MARTI and started adjusting and preparing it for use. "Who is it?" she nervously called out, her voice breaking unexpectedly in the middle of her mundane inquiry.

"It's your mother, dear," the voice on the other side called back, and as Laurel opened the door she saw her standing there, wringing her hands and looking back at her with all the earnest concern she could muster.


"Hi, Mom," Laurel flatly replied. She hadn't been sure she'd be able to go through with it, but it was so easy to poke a few buttons and flip a switch.

"Honey, are you alright?" Laurel's mother asked as she took a step inside. It took a moment for the MARTI to really rev itself up, long enough for Laurel to step forward and push the door closed at least.

"No, Mom," Laurel softly murmured as the familiar bluish light spread from the MARTI and started to envelop the woman's body. "I'm not alright, not even close to it," she continued while watching that glow start to dissipate, and when it was gone so was her mother. All that was left in her place was this tiny, wonderful shrieking thing for her to play with, and seeing it staring upwards and squealing in shock and terror brought that hot exhilarating rush flooding back through Laurel's body.

She started to break into that weird, giddy grin as she watched her tiny mother flailing in protest at her feet. It was all too easy to ignore everything she had to say, but Laurel wanted to shut her up all the same. Her boot shifted forward and smacked into the tiny woman, sending her sprawling across the floor. "You're going to help me feel better, though, Mom. You and everyone else." Laurel could still hear her mother's voice, possibly only because it was so familiar to her. She bent at the knees, crouching down to hear what she had to say.

"...wrong with you? What did you do? You can't do this, Laurel, you just can't! I don't, I don't even..."

Laurel plucked her up from the ground, taking her entire little body up between her fingers. It was magnificently easy, holding her own mother in her hand, and she could just as easily do whatever else she wanted. "Look, Mom, I absolutely can. I can do anything I want to you, don't you see that?"

Her fingers curled around the woman in her hand, squeezing her a little more tightly. "See, you're little. You're so stupidly little, Mom, and that makes you powerless. You're totally helpless, don't you see that? It's not your fault, nothing you could have done could change where you are now. That's just how it is."

She pulled her mother further into the air, holding her right before her eyes so she could really relish watching her squirm. "Yeah, I have all the power. I could squeeze you 'til you popped, Mom. I could drop you on the ground, cover you with my foot and just smash you to paste. That worked pretty well before."

"You... killed someone?" For some reason this seemed to horrify her more than all the thinly veiled threats of her violent demise.

"Yeah, Mom, I did. I shrunk my boss and crushed him like a bug, and I'm going to do the absolute same thing to you and everyone else that shows up." She hadn't really thought about what she'd done as killing, but suddenly and unexpectedly the thought of it seemed even more appealing. "What do you think about that, huh?"

Laurel felt a little awkward talking to her own mother like this, but every time she squirmed a little and wailed in her grasp it helped build her confidence. Watching her shake her head in disbelief and shudder in horror...

The doorbell brought Laurel out of her deepening desire for tormenting her tiny mother. "Oh, hey, someone else is here! C'mon, Mom. Let's see who's going to join you." She popped up, grabbed the MARTI and bounded towards the door, calling out once again, "Who is it?"

"It's James," her brother answered back from the other side, and Laurel broke into a devious grin. "You said to come as quick as I could, is everything okay?"

"Come in," Laurel murmured while charging the MARTI and opening the door. In the next minute, her collection of tiny people had doubled, and it if things continued to go well she expected it to keep on growing over the next hour.

*****

Laurel bounded back through the hallway to the bedroom she shared with her fiance Ryan, her head buzzing and her skin tingling with such a raw, intense energy that it overwhelmed every other thought and sense. No less than seventeen tiny people, people that until recently she thought of as friends, neighbors and family, tumbled about at the bottom of a little cardboard box she carried.

Now they were hers. Absolutely and completely, their little lives belonged to her. She peeked down into the box as she opened her bedroom door, grinning with mad eagerness as she enjoyed watching them all struggle to stay upright while her body shifted and turned. "Don't worry, guys. I'll let you out to play soon enough," she declared with a wicked smirk.

"Laurel!" one of the tiny voices shouted out, rising above the dull tones of the others. She scanned the minuscule forms until she found her father staring up at her. "What have you done? Laurel, what's happened to you? You have to stop this, you have to..."

A fit of shrill, piercing giggles cut him off from his earnest plea. Laurel shook her head a few times, spirals of her dark hair bouncing and whirling through the air as she struggled to get her manic laughter back under control. Once she'd calmed herself, though, she didn't immediately reply. Instead, she settled down on the edge of her bed, bit her lower lip and carefully reached into the box, her comparatively massive fingers bowling over little things and shoving them out of the way as she grasped for her father, and just that quickly she pinched his tiny body between her fingers and dragged him up away from the rest of her little family and friends.

"Dad, don't you see that I don't have to do anything?" He had once been so tall, so imposing, so strong. Now, he twisted and thrashed between her fingertips like a captured worm. "Nothing you say matters, Dad. Nothing you ever said mattered at all." She set the box down beside her on the bed, though her shrunken playthings still had a fair enough view of their little cohort. Laurel dropped her father into the palm of her hand and leaned in a little closer, watching the fear and disbelief build in the little man she held.

"I don't have to stop and I'm so not going to," she murmured softly, though her voice was still like a slow rolling thunder washing over the tiny man. "Just like I don't have to keep my head down and work hard. Just like I don't have to 'carry myself like a lady.' Just like I don't have to look over my shoulder in the city or agonize over how every little thing I do is going to affect someone else's feelings or the way they see me. Just like I don't have to lay awake at night racking my brain trying to figure out how I'm ever going to have a fucking future in this shit world of yours."

He had pulled himself up to his hands and knees now, but it didn't look like he could go any further. He probably wanted to stand, but Laurel's hand just wasn't steady enough. Still, she liked seeing him on all fours. She liked the way his little body was trembling in terror, and especially liked the quivering in his voice when he tried to speak.

"Laurel, please..." he struggled to say, mouth parted and tears gathering in his tiny eyes as he desperately sought the words that would bring his daughter out of this... madness. "Sweetie, please, whatever it is that's done this to you, I can help."

Laurel frowned faintly at that idea, and her eyes narrowed as she watched the little man do his best to verbally writhe his way out of his precarious predicament.

"We... we love you," he cried out, one hand stretching out before him and reaching for something, for anything that was in his little girl that might see what she was doing, but in the next moment the fleshy floor beneath him started to shift, started to tilt.

Laurel's voice and words were as dark and icy as they could be, each one its own flat declaration of disdain. She watched as the tiny thing that used to call itself her dad started to slide from her hand, and as he scrabbled for anything to hold on to, anything to keep him from plummeting the unimaginable distance to the floor, the words echoed and rained down around him.

"Nobody." 

"Gives." 

"A." 

"Fuck."

The people in the box had been largely stunned into silence, but as they watched Laurel's father tumble from her hand and swiftly vanish from view, a collective gasp and a few faint wails rose from them. Laurel liked that. She liked that they'd all seen her dump him onto the ground, almost as much as she liked watching his little limbs flail through the air until he smacked into the carpeted floor and bounced once.

For a moment she just sat there, staring at him down on the ground and just grinning. It was just so easy and so incredibly thrilling, even if she hadn't pinned down precisely what was stirring all of this exquisite excitement inside her.

Laurel bent down and started to unzip her boots, though her eyes stayed on her father's little broken body throughout. He was still moving, and again she found herself all the more excited to know there was still something left of him to enjoy. She wrapped her hand around the heel of her boot and slowly pulled it free, and as she dropped it to the floor with a heavy thud, her father managed to push himself onto his side and meet his daughter's lust-driven, predatory gaze.

He stared up at her unblinking, and their eyes remained locked until Laurel's immense toes gradually slid forward and blocked her from view. There wasn't the faintest bit of hesitation in her movements, and he knew instantly that she wanted to crush him and had no reservations about doing it. He could feel the surprising heat from her freshly freed foot radiating down on him, and as it lowered towards him, slowly cutting off light and sound and anything else from the world outside of his daughter's stark black nylon-wrapped sole, fearful screams ripped from deep in his throat, rising from some unknown reserve he thought long exhausted.

This time Laurel wasn't distracted by driving rage or any other sort of overwhelming emotion. Now, in the comfort of her own home, in complete control of the situation, she could take her time and relish the deeply satisfying sensations of ending a little man's life. She held him totally beneath her, completely trapped and overwhelmed by her sole, and as her toes started to spread the faintest bit, as her heel rose and she started to push and press, that thought was actually almost as satisfying as the slow creak and snap of his fragile little bones.

He didn't matter. None of them did, and nothing they'd ever said or done mattered nearly as much as how exquisite controlling and destroying them could be. Laurel's toes pressed forward, and her father's body reached its breaking point. She could feel the warm, spreading wetness signifying the transformation from man to flattened mess, and the sensations and the total awareness of her own incredible power brought forth such a long, low, soft moan. It was still incredible, unbelievable that she could just squish someone, anyone, even her tall, strong, imposing father, and as those thoughts ran through her head Laurel's moaning evolved into a dark and satisfied purr. She twisted her foot slowly and deliberately, grinding her father's pulverized remains into the carpet and letting them soak further into her stocking's sole.

It was only after the rush of blood pounding in her ears settled that she notices the numerous little shouts and shrieks coming from the box beside her on the bed. Her mother's voice was most distinctive, but she didn't seem to be forming any sort of words at the moment. Instead, she was more wailing and squealing, so Laurel instead decided to focus on her sister as she leaned over the box and brought her immense, faintly flushed and grinning face into view of the dozen or so odd people inside.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Laurel?" Abby screamed with all the force she could manage. She was wearing some sort of designer sun dress, something her rich-ass philandering husband probably bought her to keep her quiet and content. For whatever reason, all of her impotent rage only served to broaden Laurel's grin just the faintest bit more.

"What did you do with Dad?" Abby continued. "We saw him fall out of your hand, Laurel, what the fuck did you do with Dad?"

Laurel had to bite back a lusty chuckle as she continued to think about her father's recent demise. She flexed her toes a little, relishing the way that warm, wet spot on her nylon sole clung to her foot. A moment later, though, her mother's voice, far more earnest and soft, interrupted her thoughts.

"Laurel, please... tell us he's alright." She looked up through tear-blurred eyes at the immense, looming countenance of her crazed daughter, pleading with the girl she remembered and prayed was still inside this colossal monster somewhere. "Please, sweetie. Where is your father?"

Laurel only seemed to grin all the more, and in the next moment she pushed herself back, disappearing from view for all the tiny friends and family gathered in the box on her bed. They stood where they were, staring upwards and filled with fear and uncertainty. One or two still tried to call out to her, but their voices were swiftly silenced by the massive, dark nylon-wrapped toes slowly sliding over the edge of the box, leaving more and more of them trembling in the shadow of her foot.

The chorus of screams told Laurel exactly when the messy wet spot on her sole came into view. Her whole body shuddered with the exhilarating rush of knowing that all of those tiny people were seeing what was left of her father smeared into the nylon plastered to the bottom of her foot. Now they would start to understand. Now they grasped her incredible, undeniable power. Let them scream and cower and wail and retch, she was God compared to them, and each of those little people had failed Her.

Laurel's heel brushed the edge of the box just a bit as she brought the entirety of her sole into view for the tiny failures inside, and without hesitation she began to lower her foot into the box, not even leaning forward to look and see who would end up trapped beneath and who would dive to safety. Her head rolled back on her shoulders and she let out a long, slow breath as the screams grew more intense and her toes settled on the cardboard. She could feel bodies writhing beneath her sole, tiny hands desperately tugging and grasping at her stocking as they struggled impotently beneath her, knowing they had to be no more than a split second from being crushed to paste.

Nothing could have prepared Laurel for the experience of having a half-dozen tiny friends and family members struggling for their lives beneath her foot. Nobody could ever have felt as amazingly powerful as she did in this moment... nobody had ever been this powerful. She could crush the life from each of them with just an ounce of effort, just press down and smash them all to an ugly jelly. Laurel's foot slid forward and back the faintest bit, her gore-stained stocking sliding over all those tiny bodies as she savored the feel of them beneath her while her fingers delicately brushed aside the folds of her skirt.

Jesus, she was hot. She was so fucking hot right now and her body was begging to be touched. Her fingertips teased along the upper reaches of her inner thighs, but her fiance would be home any minute and she wanted him to be the one to push her over the edge. She took a deep breath and leaned back, reaching over to grab her phone.

I hope you're almost home, because when you get here I want you to strip down, come back to the bedroom and satisfy me.

It wasn't the raciest thing, but they'd never been the most sexual couple. Lovemaking was wonderful between them, sure, but it was usually a quiet and sweet affair. Laurel had never felt so passionate, never had so much desire and so much immediate and desperate need.

The struggles beneath her foot were fading, and suddenly Laurel decided she didn't want to kill them all, at least not yet. Much as she'd enjoy mashing whoever was beneath her heel to a pulp or just letting the lot of them slowly smother under her stockinged foot, she wanted to watch them up close. She wanted to see them give in, submit, and obey.

Her foot slowly lifted from the box, and the wailing within slowed to a few sobs and a collective sigh of relief. All of that was short-lived, though, as the many people inside suddenly found themselves tottering and tumbling as the cardboard beneath them shifted and rose into the air. The world around them spun and twisted and tilted, and when it had more or less come to a stop, they lot of them stared upwards at the dark and devilishly grinning face of their once sweet daughter, friend or sister looming above.

"Ryan's going to be home any minute," Laurel casually announced to her little prisoners. "You're going to get me ready for him." She enjoyed how they stared up at her, how they sat in stunned silence and fear in their little box. She had stretched out on her bed, propping her head up on a pile of pillows so she could keep an eye on her playthings, and now she was ready for them to get to work. Another chorus of screams rose to her ears as she started to tilt the box, and Laurel couldn't help but softly laugh as the tiny people squealed and fell through the air and landed among the silky folds of her blouse, some grabbing hold where they fell and others tumbling down until they came to rest on her stomach.

"Well?" Laurel demanded of her disorganized pile of minuscule servants as they lay where they fell, stunned from the variety of traumas they'd endured over the last moments. "Get me out of these clothes, it's not like you've never seen buttons before. I swear to god you'll regret it if Ryan walks in to find me half-dressed."

A few of them did seem to get the message and start climbing towards the fastenings keeping her blouse and skirt on, but Laurel wasn't satisfied. Truthfully, she probably wouldn't have been satisfied by anything they did besides the beautiful way they suffered and broke with the faintest bit of effort from her. She grinned a little more as she reached down and plucked up her sobbing younger sister between her fingers.




Laurel is Dead



"Hey, hey, Melissa, what's wrong?" Laurel softly and sweetly inquired, though her broad grin somewhat undermined her sincerity. She scrutinized the tiny girl closely, holding her up to her eyes and looking over the graceful feminine curves that she'd been so jealous of for so many years. Melissa had been gifted with this spectacular feminine form and the graceful girlish charm that had opened so many doors for her. Nobody had likely ever called her scrawny and she'd never had to carefully search for bras with the best padding to fill out her form.

Laurel had been jealous, sure, but there was never any sort of deep, consuming bitterness. Just, sitting there and holding the tiny girl between her fingertips... it was somehow kind of funny. She started to laugh a little and after a moment more she realized she hadn't been listening to her very little sister's response to her question.

"...gone, just gone! Just, like, a stain, and you don't even feel anything! You can't do this, Laur, you just can't be like this, you have to stop and think about what you're doing... you can let us go, you have to! You just, just..."

Laurel narrowed her eyes and started to squeeze her thumb and forefinger together, halting her sister's panicked rant and letting it give way to a few whimpers and squeals. "Oh, Mel, I feel something. I feel a whole lot of something when I look down at you writhing in my grasp or when I splattered my boss across the floor or when I felt Dad slowly squish. I feel an incredible rush of something that no other person could ever understand without experiencing it."

She didn't really plan on killing Melissa, but it was really hard to resist the urge to just keep squeezing. It was an exercise in delicate restraint to just add a little and then a little more pressure, pushing her thumb into her sister's side. Something popped and Laurel could only assume it was a rib or two giving way.

"I'm a killer now, Melissa. Maybe you think it's not your fault, but I still blame you." It wasn't likely that the tiny girl was hearing much of what Laurel had to say at this point, but that didn't stop her from saying what she had to say. She felt another little muted pop beneath her thumb and paused for a moment to sigh with the unexpected pleasure that breaking tiny bones brought her before she continued.

"You, Mom, Dad, teachers, friends..." Laurel continued to murmur, her voice growing softer, growing colder the more she spoke. "They're all part of this fucked up world, and it took me this long to get it."

Melissa was really screaming now. Every second was greater agony than the last and the merciless, crushing pressure of Laurel's fingers just slowly and horribly and inexorably smashing into her body never relented. This was how she was going to die, with every torturously long moment more horrible than the last. She managed to force out a "please!" among all of her wordless cries, but Laurel ignored her with tremendous ease.

"I know how to be happy now, Mel." Laurel's voice was cold and terribly soft as she continued to squeeze the life from her sister. The tiny girl's screams were starting to fade to choking, rasping gurgles as her body started to give way, bones snapping and crunching left and right under the unbearable pressure of her sister's fingertips. "You have to take what you want, and not give a fuck about anyone else."

The only sound Melissa was making by now was a faint wet gurgling and squelching. Laurel's fingertips touched each other with only the thinnest layer of pulverized flesh and bone between them. "Me and Ryan," she continued while starting to rub her fingertips together, smearing and squishing what was left of her sister between them while a few messy bits dribbled down and landed on her silky white blouse. "We're just going to take and take and take, and there's nobody who can stop us."

Several of the tiny people scattered across Laurel's torso had been unable to do anything but stare and watch Melissa slowly collapse and crumple to a gory mess in the gigantic woman's grasp. Laurel took a deep, settling breath once she realized that her sister simply was no more and looked out over her collection, sneering a little as she let the reality of what she'd just done sink in for everyone, herself included. They were hers. She'd made a snap decision and taken their very lives from them in an instant, just because it was something she wanted to do. Some sort of emptiness gnawed at her insides briefly, like some reminder that all of this really shouldn't feel so good, that these people loved her or had loved her and maybe they'd really done their best for her.

Laurel had always done her best, though. Look where it had gotten her. "You'd so better get to work," she flatly declared to her tiny possessions, and they took her point well, going back to the buttons and closures and doing their best to free her from her garments and prepare her for her lover.

Whatever didn't make sense now would be completely clear once Ryan was here, with his sweet face hovering just above hers and his strong hands exploring the curves of her body, his wonderful cock filling her and driving her to the heights of absolute ecstasy she'd been longing for ever since her boot had splattered Norman Fitch across his office floor.

Laurel softly sighed as she wiped Melissa's remains off on the front of her blouse and watched her mother, uncle and neighbor working together to roll one of her stockings down along her leg. Everything was going to be okay. She was in control and everything was going to work out just fine.

*****

Ryan slammed the car door shut behind him and twirled about, humming to himself and bounding up the stairs to the apartment he shared with the love of his life. There was no mistaking the spring in his step as he fiddled with his keys, all too eager to get home and see the woman who was going to be his wife.

He didn't get texts like that often, that was sure. Actually, he'd pretty much never gotten a message like that from Laurel. The two of them were plenty passionate, of course. Maybe not as much as when they started dating a couple years ago, but with Laurel's headaches and all the stress with planning the wedding and work, work, work they'd been falling asleep on the couch or going to bed quietly more often than not in recent days. He kicked his shoes off before the door was even shut behind him.

"Hey, I'm home, babe!" Ryan called out after his belt was undone. He fiddled with the buttons on his shirt while shimmying his pants down over his knees and hopping out of them. Laurel didn't call back, but his instructions had been pretty clear. He hustled down the hallway and pushed the door to their bedroom open, and there she was.

Laurel was as seductive as she'd ever been, spread out on their bed and staring directly into Ryan's eyes as he entered the room. Her long dark hair was spread out, radiating from her head across the pillow. Her blouse and bra were open and laying beneath her back, exposing her small, sweet breasts that rose and fell with her slow, even breath. Her slender bare legs were slightly spread, inviting with one bent at the knee, her foot flat on the bed while the other stretched out towards him, toes slowly flexing as if they too were inviting him in.

"Oh my God..." Ryan softly murmured as he approached, his hand reaching out and sliding over Laurel's raised knee.

"I need you so fucking bad, Ry," Laurel whispered, her voice low and throaty and soft. His hand glided past her knee and along her thigh as he mounted the bed, moving over her and shivering faintly when she reached out and ran her hand between his his legs, encouraging his already stirring manhood to rigid firmness in her grasp. "Come on," she demanded, pulling him towards her.

Ryan pushed his briefs over his hips and kicked them down past his ankles as he shifted and scooted forward, letting his soon-to-be wife guide him.

"We're forever, Ryan. No matter what, right?" Laurel murmured, the first hint of her familiar timidness creeping back into her voice.

Ryan let out a low groan as he started to slide into his lover. She was so hot, so eagerly warm and wet and ready for him, and as his eyes drifted shut and his hips pressed into hers he whispered, "Mnn, forever, Laurel. Forever..."

"I love you," she shakily declared as they found their rhythm and he slid and pumped within her. Laurel took his hand, guiding it along her body, running his fingers across her red-hot flesh.

"I love you, babe," he replied, his voice almost inaudibly low and smooth. They shuddered together and moaned as his fingers meandered about the curve of her breast. 

"For.. forever.." Laurel gasped. Her other hand moved along the back of Ryan's neck, fingers sliding through his hair while her body responded to his every touch. His hand curled around and cradled her breast, palm brushing across its firm peak and she pulled it closer, encouraging him to grasp and squeeze like she loved.

Ryan paused, the movement of his hips slowing. There was something under there, something that shouldn't have been there and that in and of itself wouldn't have concerned him much, but it was moving.

"C'mon," Laurel murmured, her body still surging against his, desperate for his attention. "Fuck me, Ryan," she hoarsely demanded, pulling him firmly against her.

"No, just, there's something..." he whispered while starting to pull his hand away, but she seized it and smashed it back to her breast, curling her fingers around his hand and squeezing.

"It's nothing," she purred, even as he felt the thing crumple between her tender, sensitive flesh and his hand. "She's nothing and she doesn't matter," Laurel dreamily continued, trailing into a wordless, ecstatic cry and bucking against his hips, her thighs tightening around his body as she rode out the long, breathtaking waves of her culminating pleasure.

"Laurel, what the fuck was that?" Ryan quietly questioned. He pulled his hand away from the wetness beneath it, scrutinizing the reddish spot on his palm and the matching one on the curve of his lover's breast. "You called it 'she'?"

He leaned in closer, but Laurel was still wrapped up in the fruition of her long-lasting lusts, stroking Ryan's hair and murmuring in his ear. "We can do anything now, Ry. We can do anything we want to anyone at all. Nothing's going to stop us..."

Her eyes slowly opened and when she looked up at her love, she saw his eyes impossibly wide, head slowly shaking back and forth in evidence of his sudden terror. He stammered as he tried to speak. "Th-that... Jesus Christ, that's your mom!"

Laurel reached out for him as he pulled back, leaping from the bed and backing up against the wall. She started to rise up and a bit of that suddenly familiar reddish shade drew Ryan's eyes to where her foot lifted from the sheets, and there were three more stains, three more tiny people she must have smothered and crushed while the two of them made love.

Ryan shrieked, frozen to the spot as he watched Laurel move towards him. "Ryan, it's okay," she assured him. Her nude form glistened in the twilight, but all he could see were those tiny splotches of red, and now that he was looking for them, Ryan could see more and more. Two on her shirt. One on the mattress. Little smears on her fingertips.

"You're a murderer," he managed to choke out. His fingers were grasping for something behind him, maybe something to defend himself or a doorknob to give him a way out, he wasn't quite sure yet, but there had to be something. "You made me kill your own mother!"

"Ryan," she whispered, her voice still low and sultry as she slipped up against him, her fingertips gliding across his heaving chest and her warm, bare body sliding up against his own. "They don't matter at all. They were little useless people that failed me. They don't understand what it is to have power, Ryan, but I do. We do, don't we?"

It was more of a declaration than a question. Laurel was still hungry for more, more of everything, but right now she wanted more of her man. She pressed against him, her bare thigh grinding between his legs and her eager mouth dancing along his neck, teeth grazing his skin as she panted in his ear. Now that he knew, now that he understood what she'd done, she wanted him that much more.

The panic gradually left Ryan. He was still horrified, still frightened, but he wasn't paralyzed and helpless. A fierce growl rose in his throat and he shoved Laurel away with all of his strength. Her little frame went tumbling back from him, leaving her laying in a heap at the foot of the bed. She looked up at the man she loved, the only person that still meant something in her life, and absolute devastation overtook her.

"This is fucked," Ryan hastily declared, still wide-eyed and shaking his head. "You, this, everything... just... fucking... fucked!"

"No," Laurel whispered, her mouth parted and her lower lip trembling with terrible distress, with the fear that she was losing the last thing in her life that mattered. "Ry, no, it's okay, we're okay, we can fix this!" Hot tears gathered in her eyes as she watched him set his jaw and shake his head one more time, and they rushed down her cheeks as he resolutely turned and marched through the door.

It took a moment, but Laurel managed to push herself up and chase after him. "Ryan, please," she called out, but he was already fishing his phone out of the pants laying by the door.

"Ryan, don't do this," she wailed, grabbing at his arm and trying to pull it away from dialing the numbers. "You said you loved me! You said forever, no matter what. You promised!"

He was almost twice her size, and it wasn't hard to push her away. The operator picked up, and though tears of his own blurred his vision when he looked Laurel in the eye, his voice didn't break when he spoke. "There's a killer in my apartment. Please send someone right away."

Every twist and turn this day had taken had left Laurel freshly shattered; broken her time and again to the point where there was nothing left. She had been reaching out to Ryan, pleading with him, professing her desperate love, but when he said those words everything in her simply stopped. For a moment she even froze, arm stretched out towards him, lips still forming the shape that her next sound was going to take, but then it all just stopped. She stared at him, really looked him over, and as frightened and horrified as Ryan was, seeing her so hollow and destroyed still tore at his heart.

"Laurel, I had to," he whispered, but she was already turning away, already turning her back on him. "This isn't you, I don't know what happened, but..."

She was already at the table, turning the knobs and flicking the switches on some strange device he'd never seen before. It hummed to life before he could even piece together that it might have something to do with the inexplicably tiny people he'd seen. Laurel looked up at the last moment as the gathering brilliant light started to build around her shimmering feminine form, meeting his pained stare for just a moment but not saying a word.

Then, everything exploded.

*****

She wasn't surrounded by complete silence, but everything was still wonderfully, beautifully quiet. The warm glow that had surrounded Laurel started to wear away after another moment,, and as she began to feel the cool air moving across her bare flesh, her eyes slowly opened.

The world around her was gone. Ryan. Fitch. Work. Love. Fear. None of that existed anymore. Laurel's head rolled back on her shoulders and she took a deep breath, staring into the deep, clear beautiful blue that surrounded her as she wiped away her tears. She wasn't part of that world anymore. Those weren't things that mattered to her anymore.

Another deep breath steadied her somewhat, and her eyes slowly turned back down towards the ground. That world wasn't gone, all of it was all still there. The countless minuscule matchbox houses spreading out at her feet were interspersed with a spider web of pavement that spread towards larger concrete veins and led out into the city itself, and slowly Laurel began to recognize and understand everything for what it is. She could see the streets she drove day after day to take her to work. She could even see the recognizable cluster of tall buildings in the distance that surrounded her workplace itself, though the smaller, squat structure where her company kept its less-important offices wasn't visible in the shadows of those greater buildings.

Suddenly, she knew what she was going to do next. She still had a purpose, and she was going to see it through. First, though, she needed to do one more thing. The apartment building she'd burst forth from as she grew and ascended into the heavens lay in ruins, more than half of it reduced to rubble from her rapid expansion. Still, somewhere inside there were the last bits of Laurel, the timid secretary and frail little woman. Somewhere inside there was the MARTI. Somewhere inside there Ryan might still be alive, calling out for help or even stammering his betrayal of her love and trust to a 9-1-1 operator. 

Laurel's colossal foot slowly shifted and steadily rose from the rubble, but she didn't have to raise it far. There was no trace of hesitation as she began to lower it back onto the building, shifting the slightest bit to cover the entire structure.

For all the sorrow she anticipated in ending the life of the one man she had ever truly loved, Laurel was wholly unprepared for the electric rush that sent a shiver through her core and danced across her skin once she started to feel the wood and concrete crumbling and collapsing beneath her bare sole. An entire building, more than a dozen people, she was sure, and now they were all being erased because she'd decided to just fucking step on them.

A soft moan passed unbidden from her lips as her heel rose and her toes spread and she twisted her foot, relishing the idea as much as the sensation of grinding everything beneath it to a pulverized mess at the bottom of a crater. They were gone, just gone, along with Ryan and along with the old, weak, powerless Laurel.

She raised her foot after a moment more and turned it across her knee, examining the unrecognizable powder clinging to the ball of her foot. A faint, playful chuckle erupted from her lips as she brushed what she could from her sole and set her foot back to the ground, aiming for the street and carelessly crumpling a few cars beneath it as her weight shifted forward. Her other leg swung through the air and kicked a few more vehicles out of the way, sending the half-smashed metallic hunks and their instantly shattered occupants careening through the air and crashing into the apartment buildings lining the other side of the street.

Laurel had nothing against the cars or the people in them or really anyone who lived out here, but they did happen to be in her way. After all, it was time to go to work.

*****

Every city and town of note had to be prepared for catastrophes, emergencies and threats. Reports circulated swiftly, and first responders came rushing to their posts. Sirens screeched through every corner of the city's streets, and the choppy buzzing of several circling helicopters, both news and police, helped fill the air in the moments between the sirens' wails.

There were no guidelines, however, that prepared anyone for the presence of a nude skyscraping goddess purposefully striding towards the metropolitan center. Fortunately she had chosen to stick to the streets, though they weren't nearly wide enough to accommodate her colossal feet, and casualties were starting to pile up as buildings and people unlucky enough to be on or near the road vanished and flattened beneath each of her dispassionate steps.




Laurel's Humiliation



She arrived home from work; it was Friday and her day had drug on, the result of her anticipation. She was going to meet James for the first time. James is a Dom whom she had met online several months ago. At first, they just chatted, discussing her experiences -- what she liked and did not like; her limits, and which were hard limits and which were limits that may be pushed to broaden her experiences.

They chatted for hours at a time as they both found it easy to talk with each other. They shared their darkest fantasies. He was always on the hunt for more insight into her needs, her wants, and her deepest desires. Now, she was finally going to meet this man who knew more about her then perhaps even herself. As soon as she got home she checked her answering machine; there was a message from him:

Laurel,

I will be expecting you at 7:00 sharp; do not be late.
The address is 228 Maple Lane.

Laurel felt the butterflies in her stomach, wondering if this was what she really wanted. As if there was any question. Then it hit her; she was actually going to meet him. She looked at her watch. It was already 5:00 and she would have to hurry to make sure she was not late. Hurrying to her bedroom, she quickly stripped and was just getting ready to get into the shower when the doorbell rang. "Shit! I don't have time for this," her mind said as she threw on her housecoat and hurried back down stairs to answer the door. 

She opened the door and saw a deliveryman with a package for her. She signed for the package and was about to close the door when the deliveryman said, "There is one more thing, Ma'am."

With that she turned and asked, "What?" He handed her an envelope with the words:

Open Now!

-James

She feared what might be in the envelope, but knew he meant open it now. Period! She opened the envelope and found a card. The card read as follows:

Laurel,

The deliveryman is doing me a great favor and deserves a tip for his services. I promised him if he made sure the package was delivered on time that he would be rewarded. I know you are standing there in your robe. Now tell the man that it is time for his reward, and simply open your robe and show him your charms.

-James

She felt the blood rushing to her face. Could she do this? Would she do this? Her mind was reeling. She could feel a blush spreading over her whole body, knowing that if she did not do it he would some how know. She looked right into the deliveryman's eyes and they seemed to be laughing at her as a knowing smirk formed on his face. Steadying herself, and struggling to find her voice, she spoke. "Thank you for making sure the package was delivered on time. Here is your promised reward." With that said, she tugged on the sash that held her robe shut and let it fall open, exposing her charms to his glaring eyes. She only left it open for a couple of seconds and then quickly shut the door.

As soon as the door was closed, she leaned against the wall, trying to compose herself. She was blushing deeper than she ever had, and she could feel a surge of electricity hit her cunt. She could not believe that she could get so turned on from such a humiliating act. Then a horrible thought hit her: what if the neighbors had seen her! No sooner did the thought enter her mind then her cunt started again.

She finally composed herself, picked up the package and went back up stairs to take her shower and get ready. She checked the clock. It was already 5:20 and she still had a lot to do. Before she got into her shower she opened the package. Inside she found a dark-blue pleated mini skirt along with a light blue sweater, a lace garter, matching bikini panties, and navy blue seamed stockings. There was also another note:

Laurel,

You now know what you are to wear tonight. Add your highest black or navy heels to the outfit. Make sure your cunt is shaved and your makeup is heavy. See you soon.

-James

She hurried and showered and shaved until her legs were silky smooth and her cunt was as smooth as a baby's bottom. The shaving took a little longer than she expected and now she was running a tad late. She picked up the phone and called for a taxi, then proceeded to brush out her hair and fix her makeup. She chose bright red lipstick, as she remembered that James had told her on numerous occasions that it was his favorite color.

She then started getting dressed, first the garter, then the stockings, making sure the seams were straight. After that she slipped on the panties, for she remembered him telling her that the panties go on over the garter so they can be easily removed. That was when it dawned on her there no bra and a blush crossed her face; she never went out without a bra.

Next she pulled the skirt on. It only came about four inches below her crotch. She realized she would have a hard time keeping her panties from showing, as the skirt barely covered her stocking tops. When she put the sweater on she realized how lightweight and tight it was. She could clearly make out her hard nipples under the sweater, leaving no doubt about the absence of a bra. She felt herself blushing again.

She slid her feet into a pair of black four-inch heels and headed downstairs to wait for the taxi. As she walked she could feel her tits swaying under the sweater. The movement caused her already erect nipples to become even more prominent.

She looked at the clock again and saw that it was 6:15; the taxi should be there any minute now, leaving plenty of time to get to the address. As she waited she gave herself the once over in the mirror; she could not believe the woman staring back her. The thought that she looked like a high-class whore had her blushing again. Five minutes passed, then ten. Her mind was racing as she kept hearing the message in her head:

Laurel, I will be expecting you at 7:00 sharp, Do not be late.

"Where is that taxi?" she wondered. "I cannot be late. I cannot disappoint James." The doorbell interrupted her thoughts "Thank God the taxi has finally arrived," she sighed. The taxi driver apologized and stated that traffic was a bear tonight. She grabbed her purse and the address and hurried to the taxi. She gave the driver the address, telling him to hurry, as she needed to be there by 7:00. The taxi driver replied that he would do his best for such a lovely lady. She could see that he was staring at her in his mirror, causing her to blush even more. She had never been so embarrassed, and yet so hot at the same time.

Despite the taxi drivers best effort, she arrived at the address five minutes late. She paid the driver and hurried to the door, where she rang the doorbell and waited. A few moments later the door opened and there stood James. He had a frown on his face, and simply stated, "You're late! Now get in here."

He let her by and closed the door behind them. She apologized by saying, "Sorry, but the taxi was late and the traffic was terrible" He ignored her words and simply led her into the living room.

"I was hoping that I would not have to start our first meeting by punishing you, but you were late and I cannot and will not tolerate tardiness." Pointing toward the corner of the room he ordered, "Go stand there."

Laurel started to protest, "But it was not my fault."

"SILENCE SLUT!" he roared. She fell silent and moved to the corner with him following close behind her. When she reached the corner he grabbed her wrists and pulled them up and behind her neck.

"Stay like this," he commanded. "Do not move. Remain silent until I decide on a proper punishment for you." The sound of his voice enveloped her mind.

As she stood there she could feel herself trembling, feeling like a schoolgirl being punished for acting up in class. Her breathing was labored and her cheeks felt hot -- so very hot. Moisture was seeping out of her cunt, causing her panties to stick to her freshly shaven cunt. "He knows too much," she thought. "My desire for discipline and humiliation. What should be horrifying has me wet with anticipation."

Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice, "Slut, get over here now." She lowered her arms and turned to walk toward him. His voice boomed again, "SLUT, DID I TELL YOU TO LOWER YOUR ARMS?" She quickly put her hands back behind her neck and walked across the room, very aware that her unrestrained tits were projecting out by the position of her arms and were bouncing, causing her nipples to rub against the sweater keeping them as hard as two small pebbles. She now stood before him, eyes lowered, face reddened with embarrassment, as her humiliation continued to escalate.

"You have misbehaved," he scolded her. "You were late and you have not totally obeyed me. We went over what would be expected of you as we chatted. You were told that I am very demanding and that I would punish you if you did not live up to what is expected of you. Either you did not pay attention, or you did not take me seriously. Either way, you will now understand fully."

With that she felt herself being quickly pulled over his lap, first by her waist then by her arms. The next thing she knew, she was looking at the hardwood floor with her arms pinned behind her back, ass in the air, and her feet dangling in the air. He grabbed the back hem of her skirt, tucked it into the waistband, and yanked down her lace panties, exposing her creamy ass to his gaze. "I see you are nothing but a little slut," he chuckled. "Your panties are soaked. You must want this very badly."

She had by now entered into a continuous state of embarrassment and, knowing that he knew how excited it got her, she feared where it would go. He started by rubbing her creamy cheeks, enjoying the smoothness of her flesh. Then CRACK he landed a solid crack on her left cheek. She let out a squeal of surprise and sudden pain, but before her mind could fully comprehend what had just happened he landed a second CRACK on the other cheek. He slowly rubbed her ass, watching the welts form in the perfect shape of his hand. The welts were bright pink, contrasting nicely against her white skin. He then started lecturing her, as he spanked her defenseless ass:

"You" CRACK! "Will" CRACK! "Not" CRACK! "Be" CRACK! "Late" CRACK! "Again!" CRACK! "When" CRACK! "I" CRACK! "Say" CRACK! "7:00" CRACK! "Sharp" CRACK! "I" CRACK! "Mean" CRACK! "7:00" CRACK "Sharp!" CRACK! "No" CRACK "Excuses!" CRACK! "DO" CRACK! "I" CRACK! "MAKE" CRACK! "MYSELF" CRACK! "CLEAR?" CRACK! 

Her tears were flowing and her ass was burning. Through her pain and humiliation she sobbed, "I-I-I-I underrrstannddd, Sirrr. I-I-I ammm soooo sooorrrryyy". No sooner was she done answering him when he started again.

"When" CRACK! "I" CRACK! "Put" CRACK! "You" CRACK! "In" CRACK! "Position" CRACK! "You" CRACK! "Will" CRACK! "Not" CRACK! "Change" CRACK! "From" CRACK! "That" CRACK! "Position" CRACK! "Without" CRACK! "Being" CRACK! "Told" CRACK! "To" CRACK! "Do" CRACK! "So!" CRACK! 

She was sobbing hard now, as he held her there admiring his work. The wonderful cream white that was her ass cheeks just a few minutes ago was now crimson RED and hot to the touch. As he caressed the abused flesh and her sobbing started to subside, he slipped his fingers into her cunt slit to find her flooded with excitement. He chuckled again, "I believe you enjoyed that slut."

He then stood up, causing her to fall in a heap at his feet. He barked out an order, "Kneel in position! Now!" From their many chats she knew that meant on her knees, back straight, hands behind her neck, and eyes lowered. Her panties were still around her ankles, but she dared not try to remove them for fear that she would find herself over his knee again. He walked out of the room "Stay," was his last command. How obscene this situation had become, she reflected, kneeling in position, being treated like a dog, panties around her ankles, her face stained with tears and her cunt juice running down her thighs. She stayed there lost in her thoughts, not sure how long he was gone although it seemed like an eternity.

When he returned he was pleased that she was still holding her position. He walked in front of her and told her to remove his pants. She looked at him and asked, "May I use my hands, sir?" He nodded his head giving her permission. This also pleased him, as she knew to ask before she moved her hands from their position.

While still maintaining her position she undid his belt and removed it. Setting it to one side, she next undid the snap on his jeans and unzipped them, noticing that he was not wearing underwear. As she started to pull his pants down his cock came into view. It was a little bigger than average but not huge. It was semi erect, pointing at her face. She finished sliding his pants down his legs and then removed them, folding them and setting them with his belt.

He then sat back down in his chair; reaching out and grabbing a handful of her hair he pulled her face to his cock, and told her to start sucking. She opened her mouth and took his cock in, tasting his flesh. There was a slightly salty taste of sweat, and the smell of his musk. The taste and the smell were intoxicating, and she devoured his cock. In no time at all his cock was as hard as steel. He pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop. As the suction broke, she let out a moan of disappointment. He had her stand and turn so that her back was to him.

"Spread your legs and bend over," James commanded. Her face flushed once again with embarrassment as she realized that in his seated position her ass and wet cunt were eye level with him. Her ass still showed signs of the spanking she had gotten earlier, and it was apparent that there would be some bruising. The next thing she felt was something cold and wet being rubbed onto her asshole, and then she felt his finger invade her rear passage. This caused her to jump a little.

"Hold still or you will be sorry," he snapped. She steadied herself as she felt more lubricant being applied and another finger being slipped in, then he inserted a third, as he started fucking her ass with his fingers. She was having trouble standing still as he sawed his fingers in and out of her ass. The next thing she heard was, "Now it is time, slut, to fuck that ass of yours." He stood her up and pulled her back toward his lap. "Slide my cock into your ass, slut."

She reached behind her, grasping his slimy cock, which was covered in lubricant (something she was grateful for) and lined it up with her rear passage. As soon as he felt the head enter her ass, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard onto his cock, causing her to scream in a mixture of pain and surprise. While holding her on his lap, his cock buried deep in her ass, he ripped the front of her sweater wide open. He then reached for the front hem of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband like he had done to the back just before he spanked her. Next he instructed her to spread her legs as wide as she could; she ended up with her legs over either arm of the chair, making her feel very vulnerable.

She felt him reach for something sitting on the side of the chair. As soon as he opened the non descript jar her nose told her it was peanut butter. Her mind went reeling again, wondering what he could be doing with peanut butter. She got her answer quickly, as he took two fingers and smeared her cunt with the peanut butter. He took two more fingers full and made sure her clit was well covered and that her entire slit was packed with it. He then called out, "Come here, Shadow. Here, boy."

As she heard the unmistakable trot of a large dog, she looked toward the door and saw a large German Shepard enter the room. She started to struggle, trying to get up; she did not want this to happen. She was scared to death of large dogs. "Please! No, not this," she cried. "Please! I beg you!" Her pleas fell on deaf ears.

As the dog approached she heard James say, "Stop struggling. You'll make him nervous and he might think you are trying to take his food away. That might cause him to bite you and you would not want that, would you?"

The dog came to James' side and sat. James offered Shadow his fingers, which the dog licked clean in no time at all. James pulled Laurel's arms behind her and held them there, then directed the dog's head between Laurel's legs to the peanut butter smeared there. As the dog started licking away at the peanut butter, Laurel felt his rough tongue slide across her slit and hit her clit. She jumped as she felt a spasm run through her cunt.

James reached around and started pinching her nipples, as he spoke to her. "I can see you're enjoying this. I can feel your ass grabbing my cock as your cunt is getting what it needs."

Shadow just kept up his licking, driving his tongue into Laurel's most intimate places. Laurel's head was spinning; she had never been so humiliated in all her life, yet her cunt was crying out for more. All the while James continued his verbal assault, humiliating her more and more as he stated, "You are nothing but a cheap slut, using this poor beast's tongue for your pleasure. Only a dirty little slut like you would get pleasure out of such a degrading act. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The more he humiliated her, the hotter she got and the more her ass clenched and unclenched around his cock. Shadow just kept licking away at the peanut butter between her legs. She was close to cumming and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her ass was stuffed full with James' hard cock. Her legs were splayed wide. Her nipples were being pinched. And James kept telling her how she was nothing but a cheap dirty slut.

All of a sudden her mind snapped and her body exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. Her orgasm kept going on and on as Shadow continued to lick the last of the peanut butter mixed with her cunt juice from her cunt. Her continuous orgasm triggered James' orgasm, which sent her over the edge one more time as he gripped her titties even harder and filled her ass with his cum. That was all she could take as her world went bright white then black.

She came to several minutes later. She was still sitting on James' lap, her legs still splayed wide and his softening cock still in her ass. Shadow was gone and James was quietly telling her that she was a very good little slut. He helped her up and then told her to get into position. This was a bit rough as her legs were like rubber and she had not fully recovered from her massive orgasm.

He then spoke, "I see you enjoyed this evening. Now, you have a choice to make. You can get up, go to the hall, call a cab, and go home. Or you can stay here for the weekend to be used and abused as I see fit. I warn you, this is your last chance to decide. Once you decide to stay you will not have access to a phone and will not be permitted to leave until Sunday afternoon. If you decide to stay, strip down to your stockings, garter, and heels and follow me."

Laurel's mind was going a mile a minute. Part of her said to call a cab and get out of there before being subjected to anymore humiliation, but her cunt was already screaming for more. She stood up, turned toward the hall, then back toward James. She shrugged her shoulders letting the tattered remnants of her sweater fall to the floor, and then unfastened her skirt, letting it puddle around her feet and followed James.

This is my first submission, more humiliation awaits Laurel.



Laurel's Humiliation Continues



Laurel followed James through the door and down a hallway. She could feel the cum that he had deposited in her ass running down her inner thighs, as her asshole kept twitching as it readjusted now that his hard cock had been removed. Her thoughts again went to the questions, "Is this what she wanted? What was he going to put her through? What humiliation awaited her?" At the end of the hall they came to another door, which James opened and ushered Laurel through. The door led to a staircase. As Laurel started down the stairs she heard James close the door, then the click of the lock. The click sounded like thunder, her mind started racing again with the realization that she was now his until he seen fit to release her. But with this realization her cunt spasmed as it started to get excited once more. 

The stairs ended at a short non descript corridor with two doors. One was at the end of the corridor, and one about halfway down on the left side. They were plain steel doors with metal frames. Laurel was ushered through the door on the left.

Once inside the room she heard James shut and lock the door. She looked around the room was softly lit by indirect lighting, with tract lighting accenting various areas. The floor was covered in what looked to be an industrial carpet dark blue in color. The walls were Dark wood paneling. On one wall there were hooks with various crops, floggers, paddles, chains and ropes hanging from them. All neatly displayed. There was also a large cabinet, which she could only imagine the contents of. On the opposite wall and in various places across the ceiling there were eyehooks. In the one corner was what appeared to be a sawhorse but its top board was on end. On the third wall there was two doorways neither had doors on them, she could see there was a bed in one of the rooms and the other appeared to be a bathroom. She blushed, as her mind did not take long to realize she was going to have little or no privacy.

James finally spoke, "You have agreed to serve me for the duration of the weekend, I promise you it will be a most taxing weekend indeed. You are to go take care of your personal needs, and shower and then you are to come here and get into position." James was pointing to a spot on the floor. "You have fifteen minutes starting now" Laurel Answered "Yes sir." And hurried to the bathroom.

Up to this point Laurel had not realized how much she had to use the toilet, but now she realized her bladder was screaming and her bowels were also in need of relief. The reaming her ass had gotten had been enough to bring this on. To Laurel's relief she heard the door to the room open and then shut. She was left alone to take care of her needs. Once done she removed her stockings and her heals, then stepped into the shower. The warm water felt good on her body. Then all of the sudden the water went cold, and she heard a voice telling her that little sluts like her did not get to use hot water without earning the privilege. The voice she heard seemed to be come from everywhere all at once and was unmistakably James. 

It was then she remembered James had told her in many of their chats and phone conversations that his submissives had to earn every little privilege. The cold water only made her hurry that much more. When she was finished she was clean, but cold. Only then did she realize that there was no towel for her to dry with, another privilege to be earned. Shivering she stood there in the shower letting the excess water drip off her body.

As she stood there a small red light caught her eye, it was a security camera. Her face turned crimson and the chill she was feeling was replaced with the hot flush of embarrassment as she realized her actions over the last several minutes had been monitored. This only reinforced James' promise of complete humiliation. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, she should be completely horrified at the thought of her being watched while taking care of her most personal business and yet her cunt tingled and she felt the familiar excitement in the pit of her stomach. 

Her thoughts returned to the task at hand, she stepped out of the shower and made her way to the spot where James had told her to be. As she made her way to the spot, she saw several other security cameras all with their red lights glowing. She quickly got into position, on her knees, back straight, hands clasp together behind her neck, eyes lowered. She now realized with all the security cameras that her every move would be monitored. It was going to be a long weekend.

As she knelt waiting for James her mind wondered. Here she was a grown woman with a successful career, kneeling naked in the basement of a man that until a few short hours ago she had only chatted with online and talked to on the phone. What made her crave the humiliation he promised, what made her want to submit to his will?

James observed her actions from the monitoring room down the hall, the security cameras afforded him many angle to observe her from. He was pleased with her obedience she had taken care of her personal business and had gotten her shower with minutes to spare. She had the presence of mind to stand in the shower until most of the water drained from her body. 

What he had enjoyed most was the look of pure humiliation on her face as she seen the security camera. Although he had not watched her take care of her personal business she did not know this. He looked at the clock it had been a good twenty minutes that she had been kneeling waiting for him. He wondered what was going through her mind. He had had many conversations with her, and was truly amazed how she craved the humiliation and being used for another's pleasure. Although she said she had never served another before, she was a natural. He planned on pushing her limit over the rest of their weekend together. It was time to begin.

He left the monitoring room and headed for his playroom. As he unlocked the door and entered Laurel was brought back to reality. He walked over to her observing her obedience. The redness of her ass had faded to a pink blush most likely from the cool shower. He began to talk, "Slut you are mine for the rest of the weekend. This was your choice. This is your last chance to back out. You can get up now and leave, however if you do, we will never speak again, never chat, never exchange an email. We will be through and you will be left wondering if this is what you need? If you choose to stay you will have answers to questions your mind has been asking for a long time. So which will it be?

Laurel did not hesitate for an instance, "I will stay Sir!" He was right she needed the answers to the questions... She had come so far she could not back out now. 

"Come with me now slut." James barked out his command. She stood being very careful not to remove her hands from the back of her neck. This proved to be difficult and she almost lost her balance, but at the critical moment she felt James' hands grab her shoulders and steady her. "You will become better at that slut, it takes practice" He then walked through the door into the room with the bed. Laurel followed him in.

In the room there was a twin bed with plain white linens, the headboard and footboard had eyehooks at the corners. There was a vanity, which had an assortment of makeup and beauty products on it. And in one corner stood a small wardrobe closet. The ever-present security cameras, red lights glowing, stared down from the corners. 

While she was standing there, he started, "This is where you will sleep and prepare yourself to serve me." He then walked over to the wardrobe using a key he opened the door and removed two hangers, lingerie on one, the other an outfit. He hung the hangers on a hook on the side of the wardrobe. He reached to the bottom of the closet and pulled out a pair of black patent leather 5" heals and placed them on the floor below the outfit. He then locked the door to the wardrobe and turned to face Laurel. "You will now prepare yourself to serve me. Everything you need is here. You know how I like my subs makeup. You have thirty minutes to finish and be in position on your spot." With that James turned and left the room. The next sound Laurel heard was the door closing and locking.

Laurel looked over the makeup; all the colors bolder than she cared for, a point drove home by the blood red lipstick. She then went and looked at the lingerie and the outfit. The lingerie was consisted of a Purple satin bra, with half cups, matching garter and thong panties. The stockings were black lace. The outfit was a white button down blouse, with a dark purple skirt. She turned and made her way to the vanity and started to put on the makeup. As she did her mind started to wonder again, "How could she be so calm, sitting here naked with them damn security cameras watching her. No the security cameras were not watching her, James was watching her." With that thought she started blushing. He already knew so much about her, and now he would know her most intimate moments. She finished her makeup and then dressed. Once she was dressed she looked in the mirror to give herself the once over. She marveled at the slut staring back at her, what would her coworkers think of her appearance now. She quickly went to her spot in the playroom, and got into position.

James appeared a few minute later, "Very good slut, you have pleased me. Now for one last formality before we continue." With that he went to the cabinet, open the door and brought out a video camera, and a tripod. Over the next few minutes he busied himself with setting up the camera. He ran cables from the camera to a connection on the wall. 

Once the camera was setup he called Laurel over to where he was standing. She managed to stand and walk over to him without removing her hands from behind her neck. He smiled at her ability not to falter. He then positioned her below a series of track lights, which showed her off very nicely. He brought her arms to her side and told her to relax.

He then explained, "I am about to interview you in front of this camera. The purpose of the interview is to document the fact that you are here on your own accord. That you understand what is going to happen and that you agree to submit to my humiliation, and be my sex toy for the rest of this weekend. Also while I am interviewing you, you will be instructed to remove certain articles of clothing. You will hand me each item as you remove it. Once you remove an article of clothing you will put your arms at your side and wait for the next question. So lets get started."

Laurel had little time to think about what was about to happen as James made a few final adjustments to the camera and started with the interview.

"What is your full name?" James asked.

"Laurel Lyndon" Laurel responded.

"Laurel are you here against your will?"

"No, I came here of my own free will"

"That is a pretty blouse, but I want to see what is under it, remove it now." Came James' command.

Laurel responded, "Yes Sir." And proceeded to unbutton her blouse and remove it. She then reached out and handed it to James who was to the left of the camera just out of view. She put her arms back to her side and waited for the next question.

"Laurel, do you understand that you will be experiencing bondage while here?"

"Yes Sir."

"It is time for you to remove your skirt Laurel"

Without a word Laurel removed her skirt and handed it to James.

"Laurel, Do you understand that you will be spanked with various items including but not limited to paddles, crops, and floggers?"

"Yes Sir."

"Now your bra Laurel." 

She hesitated for a second and reached behind her to unfasten the bra. Then she shrugged her shoulders and removed her bra. Her nipples harden to small pebbles as soon as they were free from the confines of the bra. Laurels blush deepened as she was now standing there being videoed only in her thong, garter, stockings and heals.

"Laurel, does the thought of being tied up excite you?" 

"Yes, very much so."

"Do you enjoy being spanked?"

"I do not know why but yes I do enjoy being spanked."

"Remove your thong, and show me your pretty little cunt."

Laurels blush deepened to almost crimson and spread across her chest now as she slowly slid her thong off her hips and let it fall to the floor. She bent over and picked the flimsy garment up and handed it to James. Now she was naked except for the stockings and heals, and the garter, which framed her, most intimate places.

"Laurel, you seem to be embarrassed. Does being so naked in front of a camera embarrass you?" 

"Yes Sir."

"Does it excite you?"

"Yes Sir."

With this admission Laurel's blush deepened and her cunt spasmed again.

"Turn around and bend over and grab your ankles. I want you to show the camera how wet this has your cunt."

Laurel turned and bent over as she was instructed. The thought of being in such a humiliating position caused her cunt to spasm once more and she could feel her cunt juice running down her inner thighs.

"Oh my you are such a horny little slut. You are practically dripping wet."

James let her stand there bent over for a few while he stepped behind the camera and zoomed in on Laurels wet cunt. As he was doing this he continued, "You are truly a slut, your cunt is so wet and your asshole is winking at me, it is almost like it is inviting me to fuck you in the ass again" 

Laurel's humiliation grew even more as she was exposed in such a lewd position. James enjoyed her reaction.

"Ok slut you can stand up again, and turn around"

Slut at anytime during the weekend if anything gets to intense what will you do?"

"I will use my safe word, or my safe signal if I am unable to speak." "What is your safe word? What is your safe signal?"

"My safe word is Banana. My safe signal is holding up two fingers to indicate to much."

"Very good."

"Slut, last question. Why are you here?"

"I am here to submit to your will. To be used and abused as you see fit. To be humiliated by being forced to do things that a proper lady would never do. I am here to be your willing little slut. So please James take this worthless slut and use it like the slut it is. Whip me, fuck me, humiliate me, anything for your pleasure."

"Then we shall begin with a blowjob and to make it as humiliating as possible I think we will use it to end your consent video."

With that said James went over to where she is standing and turned her to one side and pushed her to her knees. "Undo my pants and get my cock out." James said in a commanding voice. Laurel reached up and undid the snap and unzipped his pants. Then pulled them off his hips. His hard cock sprang forward and smacked laurel in the cheek. She grasped the base of the shaft and held his cock still as she started to lick the head. Her nostrils flared, as the smell of his musk was intoxicating. Her licking became faster as she licked up and down the underside of his shaft coating it with her saliva. She could hardly contain herself; the humiliation of her sucking his cock, while he recorded it was too much. She could feel her cunt juices coating her inner thighs as she squeezed her thighs together. She plunges her lips down on his cock, taking almost three quarters of his hard shaft into her mouth. 

James let out a moan and grabbed two handfuls of hair and started fucking her face. She released her grip from the base of the shaft as he forced his cock down her throat, burying her nose in his pubic hair. He then started to fuck her mouth like it was a cunt. 

This was too much for Laurel, and she lost control and plunged her hand between her thighs and into her hot wet cunt and started to fuck herself in rhythm with James' thrust. James continued to thrust in and out of her mouth for several minutes, and then he let out a groan as he felt his cock about to explode. He released one hand and grabs his shaft and pulled it from Laurels mouth. He started pumping it as his cum erupted from his cock. He aimed his cock at Laurels face and covered it with shot after shot of hot cum.

The humiliation of his cum splashing on her face pushed Laurel over the edge as she continued to finger fuck herself. As James' orgasm subsided he released Laurels hair and she collapsed to the floor. James realized that she had came, came without permission. This would not due. She would have to pay for this. 

He went behind the camera and shut it down, then walked over to where she is laying on the floor, trying to recover from her orgasm. He looked down at her, "SLUT HOW DARE YOU CUM, DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO CUM?" 

Laurels eyes snapped open as his words brought her back to reality, "I am so sorry I could not help myself."

"SILENCE YOU WILL NOW HAVE TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON ABOUT CUMMING WITHOUT PERMISSION, FOR EVEN TOUCHING YOUR CUNT WITHOUT PERMISSION. YOU KNOW THAT WHILE YOU ARE HERE I OWN YOU, YET YOU INSIST ON BREAKING THE RULES!" JAMES WAS SCREEMING AT HER.

Laurel was frightened, really frighten for the first time since she arrived. She had been warned when James and her chatted that he expected complete obedience and anything less would be dealt with most severely. She quickly moved into position hoping it would show that she understood her position and maybe lessen her punishment.

James went to the corner where the sawhorse was and drug it to the center of the room. He then went and took Laurel by the arm and half walked her, half drug her to the sawhorse. "Do not move" is all he said. And he walked over to the cabinet. He returned with two sets of leather cuffs. He attached one set to laurels wrists and pulled her arms behind her and attached them together. He then attached one of the other cuffs to each of her ankles. He then went across the room and picked up a coil of rope and a spreader bar. When he came back he positioned Laurel so she straddled the Sawhorse the cross member which was upright was just against her crotch. He then took the spreader bar and attached it to one ankle cuff and then forced her ankles further apart and attached it to the other ankle. The fact that her ankles were spread caused her crotch to rest firmly on the cross member. James then took a rope and tied it to the wrist cuffs and then through an eyehook on the ceiling about three feet in front of laurel. He then pulled the rope until her arms were pulled up, causing her to bend forward. This brought her clit into contact with the cross member of the sawhorse. When James was satisfied with her position he tied off the rope. 

Laurel was still silent but her mind was screaming. It did not take her long to realize that her poor cunt, and clit would be very sore. How she wished she had not touched herself now. She looked at James looking for some indication that he was going to show her some mercy, but there was only the look of determination. 

"You will think twice about touching your cunt without permission from now on slut. After you ride the horse for a while you will understand who is in charge." 

The angry words stung Laurel as she had never seen this side of James in any of their conversations are chats, but she knew she broke the rules and had to pay.

The last thing James did before he left the room was to bend and take the 5" heals off of Laurels feet. Now she had to keep on her toes or leave her cunt and clit take her weight. 

Her mind went to her safe word and she quickly pushed it out of her mind, she was bad and needed punished for being bad if this was what James wanted then she would endure.

Then he was gone punctuated by the closing of the door and the clicking of the lock. 

Laurel was now left in silence to contemplate her misdeeds...



Laurel's Reunion



Laurel read hullo_nurse's e-mail a second time. "We have been batting around the idea of a reunion on the BB for some time. I have been chatting with SEAL 6. He and "Sugar", the same Sugar in "Imagine being Sugar" are taking an airplane from Andrews to Hawaii this Friday. They will return the following Tuesday. They are willing to pick up all the gals. Sugar and SEAL 6 would not be able to be with us while there. I sure would like to go and be with everybody. Let me know if it can be arranged." 

Manu's reaction was; "God, yes, you need some rest, and what a great chance to meet some of these folks, face to face."

After a frantic flurry of e-mail exchanges, Laurel sent the following e-mail to SEAL 6, with a copy to hullo_nurse; "Thank you for you kind offer to pick up all our crazy friends. We are delighted to accept. There are fifteen of us. We will use our screen names. Endlessly, Angel, Wizard, Young one, Butterfly, Sammyjo, SexyLittleWitch, Eve_of_destruction, Skitten, Renee, Whispersecret, Horny wife, Hullo_nurse, Softly, and me. You will only need to stop at Chicago, Dallas, Denver, and LA to get us all."

"This is what Tigers look like", crossed Laurel's mind as the two pilots walked into the private pilots terminal from the Gulfstream V. As she introduced herself to them, she felt a chill from the eye contact with Sugar. Though he was smiling and friendly, there was the feeling that he was part "Cobra."

At the LA aircraft fuel farm, Juan turned the wrong valve to fill the fuel truck. Instead of J 4, he pumped in 6000 gallons of Ethel lartic, an experimental rocket fuel.

He pumped it all into the outboard tanks of Gulfstream 100 US.

Fourteen minutes after departure, Los Angeles center cleared 100 US from flight level 240 to flight level 410. As they leveled at 41, 000 feet, Sugar switched from the inboard tanks that he used for take off and climb out, to the outboards that he used in cruise. "Good God Almighty", hissed from SEAL 6 lips as 100 US accelerated from 490 knots to 16,000 knots and climbed through 90,000 feet in seconds. Air traffic control was calling them and both pilots were trying to slow the plane, when all of a sudden there was a blinding flash. There was no noise. You could hear a pin drop.

Laurel, sitting in the first right hand seat, could see Sugar, and hear his laconic drawl, as he spoke to SEAL 6. " Our Radar is showing an island out there about sixty miles, I think that we can glide to it. I don't think that I want to light our engines. Had enough excitement for a bit." 

On short final, SEAL 6 swore under his breath. Turning to Sugar, he said; "Looks like a fuckin war zone. Look at the shell craters, and the shot up equipment. Marines everywhere."

When they rolled to a stop, a squad of Marines advanced towards the plane with rifles pointed at it. Sugar exited the plane, and with hands over his head walked over to them. A Marine removed Sugar's credential pack and after looking at it, gave Sugar a smart salute. Laurel, overheard the marine saying, "Never seen a plane without propellers, Sir!" 

Sugar returned to the plane to brief everybody about where they were and what was going on. Laurel noted that he looked 100 percent Cobra now.

"This is a no-shitter folks. We are on Guadalcanal. It is September 27, 1942. Our Marines have been fighting here since August 1, and they are far from being in control. SEAL 6 and I are SEAL officers, retired. I would like to get you out of here, but there are brave men dying out there, so our first duty is to get out there and "waste" some bandits. Hullo_nurse, you take these gals over to the medical area and make yourselves useful."

Hullo_nurse could not believe her eyes when they got to the MASH area. There were over 600 men in every condition you could imagine. She approached a Medic. His eyes were bloodshot. She guessed that the man had not slept for days. When she told him that she was a nurse, and had fourteen helpers, the look on his face was as though God had just answered his prayers.

Major General Vandegrift eyed the two men before him, both in civilian clothes.

Sugar spoke, " Commanders Bradshaw, and Marcinko reporting for duty, Sir." Vandegrift, tough as leather, and beat from two months of combat, was blunt. "What are you and what can you do for me?" Sugar; " We are SEALS, Sir, we are highly trained for behind the lines recon, sniper, and fire control." Remembering his history, Sugar continued; "Intelligence has reported that the enemy will reinforce with 20,000 under the command of General Hyakutake on October 9. With your permission, Commander Marcinko and I will be taken by boat to five miles from the South shore of the island. We will swim ashore and set up a fire control post and try to kill Hyakutake when he arrives, Sir." 

Vandegrift eyed the two men. He had never heard of SEALs, but he sure as hell knew what a Warrior looked like and these boys were "meat eaters", for sure.

"Permission granted. General, our call sign will be Sugar." 

During the next few days, the enemy was dismayed by the accuracy of the incoming artillery fire. Sugar intoned to SEAL 6, "I am getting tired of swaying in the top of those fucking trees. Can't wait for Hya to come ashore so that I can aerate his ass."

"As General Hyakutake saluted the soldiers waiting for him on the pier, the 30-06 150 grain bullet was on its way for the center of his chest. It took just over one half second. During its travel, it slowed from 2600 fps to 1100 fps. It fell 34 inches, and the wind drifted it to the right 32 inches. All figured correctly by SEAL 6. From 600 yards away, both SEALs smiled as the General fell off the pier into the water, dead. 

After reinforcements by the 7th Marines, and the battle of 'Bloody Ridge", Guadalcanal was finally taken on November 3rd. Sugar and SEAL 6 got a case of booze out of the plane and got shit faced drunk with a bunch of Marines. Marcinko told them that if he had brought the entire SEAL Team 6 over that it would have taken only a few days to clean up this little island. There were a lot of boos.

Ahh, you have been wondering about the ladies? Well, each found many cute Marines. It was quite easy to find a secluded place to lie on a blanket. In the dark, Softly heard the Marine with Endlessly whisper; "Dammit woman, you need to learn how to take a break!" 

Butterfly was about to cum, and broke out laughing when the Marine with Wizard said, "For a Dago runt with a short temper, you are one hot fuck."

Eve_of_Destruction took three eighteen year olds and told them to "go for it."

Whispersecret, Remee, and Horney Wife, took on a large group. Renee, said, "Boy, I can't wait to tell Dr. Tom about this.

Hullo_Nurse. What can I say? To this day, she is a legend in the Marine Corp. So many men. So little time? She posed nude with over 300 men, so they would remember what they were fighting for. 

Laurel was hit on by Walker Donald Trout, of San Diago. As they strolled the beach, Laurel mused that if he was chiseled out of granite, he would be a work of art. By the time they found a place to place a blanket, Laurel needed to be loved by him. There was no shyness, or games. She had to have him in her, to be caressed and nuzzled, loved. It was the sun rise that finally drove them back to the camp area.

Sugar informed them that he thought he knew how to get back into our time. He thought that if he cut in the "hot fuel" going Eastbound that we would pass back to the year 2000. At 41,000 feet, he switched tanks again. Moments later, the flash, and then, the long decent to La. 

A week later, Laurel, on a hunch, looked up Walker D. Trout in the phone book. She arranged a meeting at his home. He was a widower, age seventy nine. Laurel; "Is your service number 466-84-921, and did you serve in the 1st Marines in the battle for Guadalcanel?" 

Walker, "yes." 

Laurel, "Do you remember a woman that you met there?" 

Walker, "Yes, in fact, I still have a picture of both of us!" Walker produced it and looked at it and then at Laurel. A look of disbelief crept over his face, as he said," You must be her daughter?" 

Laurel laughed, as she said, "Do you remember that the woman had a small scar on her left breast from a cyst removal?" 

Walker, "Yes."

As her sweater was lifted and the scar shown, Walker stepped forward and kissed her on the forehead. Then, as he sat down he said; "I have loved you always."



Lauren



Lauren walked into the hotel room. It was utterly dark. She could not see anything. It seemed to her that she was in a room, filled with no breathing, until a tall box, outlined in a faint yellow light, appeared to her. She stood quietly by the door. Waiting. She heard his voice, filled with male husk: "Lauren. Do not speak." He paused for emphasis, and her stomach churned in knots. "There is a candle in the bathroom. Go and get it and return." 

She immediately walked, black high-heeled saunter, toward the tall, yellow outline of what must be a door. She reached out blindly for the doorknob, found and turned it. Pulling slowly outward, she caused a wave of warm amber light to wash over her body and out into the room. 

Jesus.....On the black marble counter was a single pillar candle, flickering its snake's tongue of fire to and fro lazily, firmly, in partnership with itself in the mirror, and causing the whole room to vibrate with thick, golden light. Lauren could not see her reflection, but knew that to anyone looking in, it must look as though her tall, tan form had just been enveloped in a room full of honey. 

On the sink stood 4 heavy crystal vases, filled to overflowing with a cacophony of screaming red tulips, the flickering candle's light causing them to MOVE -- twisted and drooping and proud on their long green stems -- excited by their own smudged and potent reflection in the mirror, looking in the dim glow like a thousand red secret-agent kisses -- a Russian, writing a farewell love-note to her American lover in the only way she knows how....

My God. She stood, frozen, awed, and wondered what it looked like from behind as the honeyed light slowly oozed past her, full of magic. She wanted to stay -- to bathe in the richly red-flecked riot that she had suddenly found herself in. 

But Lauren knew better than to hesitate, especially for her own pleasure, and thinking of her Master, she turned to go back to her position by the hotel room door. Her retinas, now faced with the darkness again, pushed before her in protest the bright, chiaroscuro after-image of Nietszche-narcississm -- that image of one thousand identical red tulips shouting, "mirror, mirror, on the wall." And, she was blind again. Damn. She had forgotten the candle. 

She heard her Master clear his throat in mock sternness and a harsh whisper, "The candle, slave. Get the candle and return to your position by the door as I told you. Can you not obey a simple order?" 

She did not answer but was immediately and blackly disappointed that she had displeased him, even though she could also tell by his voice that he was secretly pleased, too. But then again, the pleasure in his voice could have been from any number of things he had seen or thought while watching her the past few minutes. He was an intelligent and complex man and Lauren had eventually learned to stop trying to second-guess him. He was not like the men she so easily toyed with in her professional life. Each morning, she got up and with trousers snapped, made big noise in the man's world with the sheer strength of her intellect. She was used to a "kneeling mind" in a man, for generally they had no other choice once time was spent with her. It drove many away, ashamed or afraid, or just too daunted to remain. But Marc was different. 

Actually, his full name was "Marcus Moynihan" as he had briskly stated as he had leaned down upon her almost imperceptibly during their first meeting. Lauren smiled in the darkness now as she remembered that for days afterwards all she could think of was the deep caramel color of his eyes. 

Perhaps she would be punished for her blunder with the candle. Perhaps not. She would not know until it happened or it did not. 

She turned on her heel, walked back into the holy light and lifted the candle, careful not to spill the hot wax, pooling like rich vanilla lava around the thick, black stump of wick. Cupping her hand in front of the flame, she walked to her place by the hotel door, and leaned slowly against the door jamb, very aware of the fact that he could see her every move. 

"Put the candle on the floor in front of you. Take off your coat and lay it on the bed and return," he said. She complied, laid the warm sheath of buttery leather on the end of the bed and returned to her position. She was still unable to see the man behind the commands. 

"Lean against the wall and hike up your skirt." 

Lauren reached down and started to pinch the long, rich black silk skirt, accordion style, with both her hands, gathering the material so that it made a slow climb up her leg like a velvet theatre curtain, until it reached to just above her shaved cunt. The candle's light undulated beneath her like little escaping snakes coming up from between her legs... painting her in golden and impermanent serpents: tongues forked and full of fleeting licks. 

"Stop. Now, without letting go, slide down the wall for me, very slowly." 

She complied, inching her way down, bending deep at the knees and pivoting on her heels so that her cunt was spread as far as possible in that position. Pushing back hard against the wall for some relief on her back, she was glad now she had spent those long, boring hours in the gym each week. Even though she was weakest there -- alone, while working out. At the gym, her frustrations about her relationship with Marc often turned to anger at herself for allowing herself to continue in such a strange relationship as theirs had become. WHY did she allow it to continue---week after week?! Shit. She had no control over the relationship at all. And, in truth, it frustrated her to no end when she was alone long enough to brood about it.

She did not know where Marc lived or what he did for a living or even his home phone number. He had given her a pager number and instructed her only to use it for emergencies. On their first date, she had slipped quickly into her "reporter" personality, firing off at him one probing question after another. He answered maybe one in every three, forcing her to slow down.

Finally, on their third and last "date", he had told her he was the CEO of a large multi-national pharmaceutical company, which kept him travelling much of the time. He had then leaned toward her and very deliberately took control of the conversation by asking her, with a raised brow, if that was a problem? She remembered mumbling "no" in a soft and quiet voice that was NOT her own. 

"Good," he had said, "you will be required to meet me weekly hereafter and will receive instructions for doing so each Monday evening." 

That particular date marked only their 4th time to ever see each other but something in Lauren clicked over in her --- her belly flipped and dove, sending waves of wet pleasure down, down and in, drenching her cunt. "Hell," she'd thought then. "This is screwed up. Who the hell does he think he is anyway?" She had flashed her electric blue eyes at him once, but inside, she knew she was hooked. 

He must have seen the silent flare up of her ego in her eyes because he smiled then, reached across the table, encircled her wrist with his strong fingers like a cuff and squeezed, whispering, "Good girl." And that, THAT PRECISE MOMENT, was when "it" had "started" and Lauren knew without a doubt, that she was beyond saving. There was no going back, the road had forked and she had chosen and now she was not her own anymore. 

Her Master's voice brought her back to the present. "Now. Sit down on your ass and spread your legs wide for me." 

She could feel herself becoming wet as she squatted to comply, embarrassed and red-faced,. She landed too sharply on her ass and almost lost the grip on her black silk skirt. 

"I said, "Spread your legs, bitch." 

Too quickly, she spread her legs, snagging her left heel on the carpet, dropping her left skirt hem in an effort to keep herself from tipping over. 

"You will pay for that," He said harshly.

Immediately, she hiked the hem back up for Him. Slowly, the handle of a long black whip extended from the other side of the candle and pushed the candle closer to her, between her legs, and she was bathed in its glow, her pink fingernails echoing its flame ten tiny times. 

"Pull your skirt all the way up, hold it with your left hand and play with your clit with your right. Do it now." 

She began to panic inside. She could not go through with this, she was too damn nervous. She made a move to get up.

"SIT DOWN," His voice BOOMED from somewhere to her far left front. She slumped back down immediately. 

"Now, you can do this your way, or you can do it mine-- but either way, you WILL DO IT. Is that clear?" 

She could hear the anger begin to edge into His voice and so she answered, meekly, "Yes, Sir," keeping her head down out of reflex.

"Good. We will begin again. Now, reach down with your right hand and masturbate for me, bitch." 

Lauren reached down, tentatively, flushed now with embarrassment, and touched her clit. *Whoosh* The sound of the whip cut through the air and a mean lash landed on her right thigh seemingly from nowhere and reflexively she gave a shout of PAIN. 

"I said, Masturbate for me, bitch, like the whore that you are, like MY whore, not like some guilt-stricken nun." He sighed deeply for emphasis. "Must we always begin this way?" *whoosh* Another invisible lash screamed down and landed on her left thigh. "Why do you continute to insist on trying to be in charge?" 

She was silent as snow now as she looked meekly down, watching the two impudent, red streaks interrupt the tan on her thighs and race to turn to raised welts, filled with heat now and beating in time with her quickened heartbeat. She knew now her Master was truly angry, for he rarely, rarely marked her body. Then, right then, there was the turn of that infernal key within her, the clicking over inside her, bright-bright even as she tryed to fight it...she could not. She was powerless in the force of its wakening within her. The submissive in her suddenly loosened everything within and she felt the blood flow to her nipples and cunt. She was in heat and she was HIS... At that moment. The moment of turning. She wondered if he could see. She wondered if he knew.

"Now. Do it." He whispered. 

Filled with shame, this time she began in earnest, feeling a great sexual pull in her groin, pushing her clit back and forth, around and around, languidly, making it feel good; her breathing quickened and

suddenly He was there, looking down from above, then squatting in front of her. She could not see His face. He reached out with his right hand and inserted two fingers into her cunt; their hands touched now, hers bumping into his as she moved it against her clit. He kept His fingers deep in her, but very still. 

"Jesus, you little bitch, you are so wet. Play with your pussy for me, Lauren, do it." 

She increased her tempo, nervous but so damned turned on, breath coming fast now.... 

His quiet, still, implacable fingers were buried deep inside her hot wetness. 

"Lauren," He said, "I am now going to count to 10. You will cum for me by the time I have finished my count. For every second it may take you AFTER I reach a count of 10, you will be spanked. Do I make myself clear? You may answer me."

"Yes, Sir," she gasped. 

"Good," He said.

Suddenly she felt him moving, his fingers leaving her warm, moist cunt. 

"Pick up the candle and move away from the wall to the middle of the room," He said. "Kneel for me with your legs spread."

Lauren complied. 

"Now, begin again, little one. Touch yourself for me." 

As Lauren reached down to comply, she heard him say "One." 

"Two. Pump it, slut," He said.

She began to moan; this was too much, she was so turned on but too nervous to cum. He must know this! If only she could see his face -- but he stayed just out of reach of the small circle of light that the floored candle now threw. It was as if the light, no matter how she willed it, could not escape the heavy gravity of her own submissive inner core and so when she dared to peek up she was rewarded only with a short piece of his arm, surrounded in tbe smooth camel's hair cloth of his sport coat and even that ended finally in darkness. 

"Three. Concentrate, Lauren," He purred. 

"Four. Spread your fucking LEGS WIDER, BITCH!" 

She struggled to push her thighs further apart. 

"Five." He inserted his fingers back into her, reaching from behind her. "You little whore, why are you so wet? Huh?"

She could feel her wetness about to spill out of her cunt as she frigged her clit faster and harder for Him, feeling herself begin the ascent to her orgasm. God, WHY won't He move His fingers inside of me!!? WHY is He keeping them so STILL! She wanted to feel him fingering her as she played with herself for Him. 

"Six," He said.

As he said that word, she saw his other hand come into view and felt his index finger dip into her cunt, quickly becoming wet and glistening in the firelight as He moved it in and out. She wanted to PUSH against that finger; it felt so damn GOOD, but He quickly pulled it out and then slowly forced it deep into her ass. Oh God, she could hardly breathe, she ached to cum but she could not, her mind would not shut down for her. 

"Seven. Cum, whore, do it. Eight." His index finger began to move in her ass, slowly at first then more determined and faster, adopting the rhythm of her own fingers on her clit. 

"Nine. God, you bitch, you are so wet for Me, aren't you?" 

She begin to whimper. He was driving her over the edge, she was playing with her clit so hard now her cunt made wet noises around the still, quiet fingers of his right hand has the index finger of his left fucked her ass.

"Ten. Mmmmmm, I am going to enjoy spanking your ass, Lauren." 

"Eleven." 

His finger was now fucking her ass hard, his whole hand smacking up against her posterior as he slammed his finger in and out. 

"Twelve. Fucking whore, cum for me, NOW!" 

She began to grunt rhythmically, her orgasm so close. 

"Thirteen." "Ahhh, good girl, my pet... come on, whore, give it to Your Master. Fourteen." 

His left hand slammed wetly against her asshole as she began to scream his name, fast, "Master, Master, Master, YES! Make me cum, make me cum. Yes, Master..." 

"Fifteen. Come on bitch, scream for me. Sixteen. Seventeen." 

She was right on the edge, so close, god dammit! WHY couldn't she close her mind down and cum for Him?

"Eighteen. Do it bitch, let yourself, go. DO IT! NOW, BITCH! CUM!" 

"Nineteen." 

She began to grunt in earnest now, rhythmically; his finger pumping her ass finally drove her over the edge and she screamed, "Uhn, Uhn, Uhn, FUCK ME, Master! Uhnn. Fuck me! Fuck Your cunt! Yes, Yes, Yes," she screamed over and over as her cunt and ass spasmed around His fingers and He leaned in close, covering her mouth in His so that she was forced to breathe in great giant gouts through her nose as He kissed her.

He stayed like this til her breathing evened out, then leaned back, removing his hands from inside her, and walked to the bed and sat on the edge. She could see His rigid cock straining at the seams of the buttoned fly of his faded jeans. She was drained.


"Stand up and remove your skirt and blouse." On wobbly, weak legs, she unbuttoned her cream silk shirt and let it drop to the floor. She did the same with her skirt so that all she had on was her black lace thigh-highs and black lace bra. 

"Down on your knees, Lauren. Now, come here, crawl to me and assume the position." 

God, how she hated this and how it thrilled her to follow His commands.

She bent down and got on her hands and knees and crawled to Him, slipping snake-like over His lap til her head was almost touching the floor and her feet dangled from the other side, two inches from the floor. 

"Good girl. You pleased me tonite, little one." 

He began to stroke her ass in little circles, barely touching her. It felt so damn good she wanted to purr against Him.

"You are such a sweet little beautiful whore for me Lauren when You finally let go, aren't You?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered hoarsely. 

"Yeeesssss," He hissed, "that's my good girl. Now, give me Your right hand, Lauren, bring it up to me across your back."

She brought her hand up and he leaned over her, grasping her wrist firmly with his left hand and simultaneously pressing her more firmly into place across His lap, His hard cock cruelly jabbing her midriff. 

"In the future, my little whore, you will learn to cum for me on command. You need more work, and I need to leave you a little reminder. Now. Count for me, little one." 

*SMACK* His hand came down with so much force it knocked the air out of her and for a moment, she could not speak. *SMACK* came another hard blow. 

"The first does not count, little one, because I did not hear you count." 

"One," she croaked. 

*SMACK* 

"Two, Sir." The heat crawled up her spine and she could feel his hand prints indelibly engraved in fire on her ass. 

*SMACK* 

"Three, Sir." 

*SMACK* "Four, Sir," her voice broke with the pain. 

*SMACK* "Five, Sir," she shouted. God, the pain was unbearable and she tryed to move her captured hand in the way of his next blow. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, little one. What is this? Shall I have to tie You after all? Just to finish this short spanking? My, how you disappoint me, little one," He sighed. 

She was mortified as she stammered, "No, Sir. i am sorry, Sir." 

"Please, continue, Sir," and she steeled herself for the next blow. 

*SMACK* This blow was harder than all the rest and she shouted, "SIX, SIR!!" 

"Are you going to learn to obey Me when I ask you to cum for me on command? Are you?" 

"Yes, YES, YES!" she gushed. "Yes, Sir!!" 

"Good, pet, then it seems this spanking is just what you needed, right?" 

"YES, SIR!" 

"Thank You, Sir!" 

*SMACK* 

"SEVEN," she screamed as the pain began in earnest to flood her prostrate form. 

*SMACK* 

"EIGHT, SSSsIR!" she struggled out as she felt the tears begin. 

*SMACK* 

"NINE!! SIR!!" she screamed in a fit of pain, her ass on fire, crying now against Him. 

"Ahhhh, very good, my pet, very good. You did well.



Lauren



It was 3 in the morning, but all the lights were still on. A faint smell of beer and vomit permeated the air. There were unconscious bodies strewn around the messy rooms; some on beds and sofas, and some on the cold floor. Cans of cheap Budweiser and Coors Light littered the whole house. Lauren and Diane surveyed the damage done by the party. 

"I am so never doing this again. It's gonna take me fucking forever to clean this fucking mess up..." complained Diane. It was, after all, her house and her party, and now she was going to have to face the consequences. It was her 18th birthday, and she went overboard with the partying. Her head throbbed and she knew she was in for one hell of a hangover.

"Lauren, sweetie, I can't take you home. I feel really shitty...I mean look at me...would you really trust me behind the wheel? Why don't you just crash here for the night. I'll kick some of those bastards off the couch and fix you up a place to sleep...what do you think?" Diane asked her best friend.

Lauren was far from sober and needed to get home. She had a job interview the next day and she wanted to recuperate in her apartment.

"But I really have to get home tonight. I told you like 5 times that I need a ride home. I can't stay Diane...I really can't."

"Shit, well maybe I can try waking up Ray...but he won't be too happy about it...wait here" Diane said and ran upstairs to wake her brother up.

Lauren sat down on a chair and waited, hoping that Ray would be able to take her home. In her sad state of mind, she still felt excited about him driving her home. Ray was a hottie. 24 years old, spiky black hair, goatee, piercings, tattoos, great body...mmm...yes, he was definitely a hottie. Lauren remembered hearing that he had a big cock and the stamina to fuck a girl's brains out all night. Lauren felt her pussy tingle. She had flirted with him tonight, but he had gotten really wasted and went upstairs to sleep. But she knew he wanted her. The way he was staring at her with lust-filled eyes was enough to tell her that he wanted to fuck her. And she was willing...oh yes...

She heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and turned to see Ray, followed by his sister. He was only wearing his jeans. His muscular and tattooed chest was bare, and her gaze lingered on his pierced nipples. This bad boy was sexy as hell, she thought. She smiled at him, and watched him look her up and down and lick his lips.

"Alright Lauren, I'll take ya home babe...give me your car keys" he said. Lauren dug through her purse and handed him the keys to her Celica.

She kissed Diane goodbye and followed Ray out the door.

She stared at him the whole time as he pulled out of the driveway and onto the main street. He really was hot. But then again...so was she. Lauren had long bleached-blonde hair, sexy blue eyes, luscious lips, and a perfect little nose. She had a beautiful face, and a gorgeous body. She was 5'6, curvaceous, with a 36C chest, a small waist, full hips and ass, and the smoothest, most blemish-free skin imaginable.

"So...Lauren...you had fun tonight?" he asked, turning to look at her. He wasn't too happy when his sister woke him up, but when she mentioned that Lauren needed a ride, he was up and ready to go. Who wouldn't be? An hour long ride alone with a gorgeous blonde. Now that he was in the car with her, and she was drunk...why not take advantage of the situation? It shouldn't be too hard to get some action from her, especially since she looked so fuckable.

"Hmm? What did you say, Ray?" his voice caught her off guard. She was dozing off, the effects of too much alcohol kicking in.

"I asked if you had fun at the party, baby" he said, trying hard not to crash the car as his attention was almost solely focused on the barely-clothed beauty beside him. All she was wearing was a light pink halter dress and black sandals (those 4" high ones with straps that wrap high around the ankles and up to the calves). Her big breasts pushed against the thin pink cotton, and her dark areolas were clearly visible. Not to mention those thick hard nipples. 

"I guess...but I shouldn't have drank so much...I'm never touching Malibu again...I'm so wasted..." she replied. She closed her eyes for a second and adjusted her seating position, spreading her thighs wide and putting her arms above her head. She sighed...but it sounded more like a moan.

Ray couldn't believe it. This girl was practically screaming "fuck me". He thighs were spread so wide that her already too short dress was hiked up even more and he could clearly see the white lace panties covering her mound. Her inner thighs glistened. "Could she really be so wet?" he thought. They were on the parkway, and he could see a service station up ahead. He made the turn.

"Why did we stop?" she asked, opening her eyes, when he turned the engine off. Looking out the window, she saw that they were at the service station. She turned to look at him. 

"Lauren, baby, I am not some stupid fuck that you can tease. You already had me driving with a semi, but I cannot take any more of your teasing. I know that you're dripping wet...so let's do something about it..." he said, reaching over and placing his hand on her exposed thigh. 

She could't believe what he had just said. She could feel her cheeks getting red. But this is what she had been wanting so bad, and his hand was moving up her thigh pretty quickly...

Without giving it another thought, she turned to him and whispered in his ear, "I want you to make me scream..." and then gave him a playful lick on his ear lobe. With a mischievous expression on his face, he adjusted the seat so that it was as far back as it would go, and pulled Lauren on top of him, so that she was straddling his thighs. She untied her dress and pulled it off over her head. Her beautiful tits were inches from his face, and she moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth.

She pulled him closer to her, running her hands down his tattooed back. 

His tongue and teeth were at work, making her yelp and moan. One of his hands found its way into her panties and in between her slippery folds, while the other hand fondled the other tit.

"Oh my god! Uhhhhh...Oh yess Ray...mmmm...oh yess...rub my little clit...mmmm...ohhhhhh..." 

Lauren was in heaven. Ray really knew his way around a clitoris and he had her humping, bucking, and grinding her sexy ass as he pleasured her cunt. 

He let go of her breasts and leaned back, watching Lauren's face as he played with her pussy. Her eyes were closed tightly and her glistening pink lips were parted. It was an expression of pure pleasure. He watched his fingers wiggle inside her wet panties. He ran his hand up her torso and cupped one of her bouncing tits. As he squeezed the nipple, she threw her head back. He knew she was very close to cumming, so he slipped two fingers into her hole and pumped them in and out feverishly.

"Ahh...ahh...ohhhhh...ohhh...ohh...oh GODDDDDD!" she cried as she climaxed.

He continued pumping his fingers in and out, making audible sloppy noises as her juice flow increased. Lauren panted and screamed and mewled as Ray continued his assault on her sensitive pussy while he suckled on her tits.

She couldn't take it any more. 3 orgasms in a row was too much for her.

She begged him to stop and screamed as he took her clit and squeezed it hard. She slumped down against his bare chest, breathing hard. Ray took this as a sign that she had enough for now, and removed his wet fingers from her dripping cunt. Lauren watched as he licked his fingers clean, savoring the taste of her musky pussy. She tasted very sweet and a bit salty, with a touch of tanginess.

Now it was his turn. He gently pushed her to the other seat and unbuttoned his jeans. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and he watched Lauren's eyes widen as his thick long sausage came into view. It was already semi-erect, and looked like it was around 8 inches long and very thick. What Lauren didn't expect to see was the "pussy pleaser" tattoo going down the shaft, and the "Prince Albert" piercing. A thick silver captive-bead ring pierced his head near the tip, and the big purple head was already coated with smeared precum. She couldn't take her eyes off his tattooed and pierced dick.

"See something you like sugar? I want to feel your soft lips around it, Lauren baby..." Ray encouraged her...as if she needed more encouragement.

She leaned across, her nipples grazing the gear selector lever, and grabbed his cock at the base, pointing it toward her open mouth. She licked the head first, flicking the ring with her tongue. She worked her way down the shaft and then back up again, teasing him with the tip of her tongue. Then she engulfed the head and started sucking on it. She kept on working more and more of his cock into her mouth, trying to deep-throat him.

All the while, Ray was really enjoying himself. Her hot mouth felt so good. Lauren was a good cocksucker. A few more minutes and he would blow. His cock was completely erect and rigid, its final length being just over 9 inches.

Lauren increased her tempo and started really working that cock in and out of her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. Her hands fondled his balls, squeezing them lightly. His cock was so far in her mouth that the head was making its way down her throat. Lauren started humming, knowing that the vibrations of her vocal chords would drive him crazy.

His reaction to her humming came quite quickly, his cock jerking and then spewing hot gooey cum into her mouth. She greedily swallowed it all and milked his cock for more, until he pulled his sensitive member out of her mouth. She looked up at him. His eyes were half-lidded and his bare chest glistened with sweat.

"Did you like that, baby? Mmm...I love sucking your cock...", she said, licking her lips.

"You are a good cocksucker...a little cumslut...now come here, but first remove your panties and give them to me"

Lauren slipped her soaked panties off and gave the to Ray, who promptly stuffed them in his jean pocket. She then climbed over onto him, straddling him again, but this time her naked pussy was positioned right over his limp cock.

Ray pulled her towards him and started licking her neck. He licked down from behind her ear to her collar bone, and then back up to her ear.

"You are so sexy and fine, and your pussy tastes so good...do you know what I want to do to your delectable tight cunt?" he whispered into her ear.

She shuddered, feeling his hot breath.

"Mmmmm...what do you want to do?" she asked.

"I want to tease your clit with my cock-ring and then plunge deep inside you and fuck you until you beg me to stop...how's that sound?" he whispered, licking the outline of her ear.

His cock was hard once again, the thought of fucking Lauren exciting him, and he rubbed it against her mound. Then he grabbed Lauren's buttocks and lifted her up, positioning her above his erect penis. Holding his cock at the base, he moved it back and forth along her slippery slit, making sure to focus on her clit. He rubbed it with the head, eliciting moans from her as the cold metal touched her hot clit.

And then, suddenly, he moved his hips up, while at the same time pushing her down onto his cock, and buried himself in her tight cunt.

Lauren gasped as the thick flesh plunged into her. 

They both moaned as they fucked, Lauren bouncing on top of Ray as he bucked his hips to counter her actions. He loved the feeling of her tight love canal enveloping his cock, but he wanted to be in control. And with her on top of him, it wasn't going to work. He opened the car door, and told Lauren to get off for a second. She was reluctant to do so, not wanting to let go of his cock, but she complied and got out of the car. Luckily, there was hardly anyone there and the lack of good lighting concealed her nudity. She was, after all, naked except for her sexy sandals. Ray exited the car after her, and without warning, grabbed her and laid her on the hood of her car.

"Ooooh baby...", she cooed. Lauren wrapped her long legs around his waist, and he thrust himself inside her. This was much better, he thought, as he felt the tightness and comfort of her hot slick pussy around his cock.

He pounded into her, slowly at first, but then really picked up the speed and fucked her like a madman. The sloping hood of the Celica provided a very good fucking position. He was almost on top of her, his strong arms supporting his body, and the angle of penetration was wonderful. 

Ray screwed the hot blonde for hours, using various positions on and around the car. She had innumerable orgasms, around the same amount as him. 

Lauren was asleep by the time they arrived at her apartment. She was sweaty, her hair a mess, her makeup smeared, and her pussy and ass covered in a thick layer of drying cum. But she was still beautiful.

Ray carried her upstairs and put her down on her bed. Using her phone, he called himself a cab. On the drive home, he reached into his pocket and pulled out her lacy white panties, still damp. He brought them to his face and took a long whiff of her feminine scent. He was definitely calling her the next day.



Lauren



Lauren took a deep breath and pressed the tip of one finger against the bell push. The trill of the doorbell echoed in the hallway of James' apartment and, for a heart-stopping moment, Lauren thought that he had gone out. Then, just as she was resting her finger against the bell push again, she heard the measured tread of his footsteps on the other side of the door. Her hands felt sweaty and her heart fluttered in her breast as she waited. She could feel the moisture leaching out of her mouth, leaving her tongue thickened and as dry as dust.

The lock rattled and the door swung open, James standing, silhouetted by the light in the hallway. He smiled at Lauren the soft grey of his eyes twinkling behind the spectacles he wore to read. Suddenly, Lauren was tongue tied, shy and nervous in front of him. He stood in the doorway for a moment, delighted to see his goddaughter again. He stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter his apartment. The rooms were light and airy, neutral colours on the walls lending a feeling of space, with splashes of colour from treasures he had discovered on his travels. Lauren watched him move, as he led her down the hallway to his lounge, past the kitchen and bathroom. She could see the closed doors to the bedrooms, the guest room where she had spent more than one night after rebelling against her parents for some real or imagined slight or inequity. She remembered him showing her into the guest room when her mother and father had been taken into hospital after the road accident and he had collected her from school. She had been twelve then, but he still spoke to her with the same grave courtesy with which he treated everybody he met. That night, though, he had left his bedroom door ajar and she had been comforted by the thought that he could hear her, if she woke in the night.

Her parents had recovered, slowly, and James had taken care of her, comforting her, supporting her until they were well enough to leave hospital and go home again. The night that they had all gone home, Lauren had cried, partly from joy at having her parents back and partly in bitter sorrow at having to leave James again. Every weekend, James would take them all out into the countryside and, in summer, they would have a picnic or, in winter, they would stop at a country in and share a meal. Lauren looked forward to the weekends, to sharing some time with James.

Then came university. She had moved away and stayed on the campus. Every week she would receive a letter from James, keeping her up-to-date with everything happening at home. Even when he had been admitted to hospital, he managed to send her a letter. Those letters had been a high point of each week, even though she rarely wrote back and then usually to complain about the course or one of her professors. now she was back after her first year's examinations, waiting for her grades. Lauren had told her parents that she would be back next Friday, leaving her free to indulge herself for the next four days.

"Lauren," James laughed, "I didn't expect you back until next week. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," she replied, I just came back a little early. I have something I need to do," she assured him.

They both paused, something seeming to hang, charged in the air between them. Lauren looked around the lounge, her gaze resting on the photograph that hung above his mantelpiece. James had taken it himself, just before Lauren had left for university, joking about having something to remember her by. It was about the only photograph of herself that Lauren liked, a study of her between laughter and solemnity. she had not seen it enlarged before, James had taken it on the eve of her departure, when she had arrived on his doorstep and they had spent most of the night talking, well he listened and she talked. 

"Your Ma and Pa will be glad to see you early," James said.

"I haven't told them I'm home yet," she told him, "I was wondering if I could stay with you."

"What's wrong? Are you ok? Of course you can stay here, just give me a minute to make up the guest room."

"Nothing's wrong and I'm fine but I don't mean stay in the guest room, I mean stay with you."

James looked puzzled, for a moment, and then his expression cleared, only to cloud over with concern. He steered her to the couch where she used to sit and look out of his picture window at the sky and sat in his usual chair opposite. She turned her clear green eyes to meet his and shook the tumbling cascade of chestnut hair away from her brow. For a moment, James said nothing, just watched Lauren composing her thoughts. He saw how the girl he had cherished and nurtured had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Her movements were lithe and quick as a cat, with a feline sensuousness. Her face was perfectly heart shaped, the jade green of her eyes seeming to glow with hidden fire. She was wearing a simple cotton dress that clung to her figure, blousing a little over her breasts, proud but neat mounds. Her calves were shapely, even in the flat pumps she had worn to drive over here and unusually were covered on stockings or panty hose. She even smelt fresh, some light floral scent that he had always associated with his thoughts of her. At last he spoke;

"Do you know what you're suggesting? What about your boyfriend at university?"

"I know what I'm, saying and why do you think I have a boyfriend?"

" I-I-I assumed that you had someone, I mean you're beautiful. I just thought..."

"Well you thought wrong. I have wanted you for so long, I thought you didn't like me."

"It's not that. Dammit! I'm old enough to be your father. You are beautiful but I never thought about you like that. What about your parents?"

"Parents can wait. I was frightened you didn't like me."

Lauren stood up and came over to James' chair, perching neatly on the arm. James shifted a little, trying to keep a little space between them, suddenly very aware of the smell of her, the way the light caught her hair and the heat that radiated from her bare skin. His throat tightened and his mouth was suddenly dry. She leaned forward, her hair brushing his cheek, until her mouth was almost touching his ear.

"Do you like me?" she breathed.

"Yes," he husked, "very much."

"So you aren't going to send me away, are you?"

James didn't answer, just blushed scarlet as she leaned closer and rested her head upon his shoulder, nuzzling at his neck. She slipped off the arm of his chair, into his lap and pressed herself against his body. James turned to look into her eyes and leaned forward, brushing her mouth with his lips. Lauren sighed and parted her lips, allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth and explore, probing slowly, gently. His tongue touched hers and she sucked gently, drawing him into her mouth. James bit gently on her lip, nibbling softly and pulling it between his teeth. Releasing her lip, he kissed her eyelids, then her cheeks and the lobes of her ears. his arm slipped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him and she reached hers around his neck, surrendering to his caress.

Holding Lauren close, he slid his free hand over her hip, higher, onto her waist until he could cup her breast in his palm, her nipple trapped against his fingers, hard and swollen with desire. Lauren moaned softly into his mouth as his hand tightened gently, squeezing the smooth curve of her breast. James' fingers brushed Lauren's nipple through the thin cotton of her dress, making her tremble in his arms and she wriggled against hi, feeling her pussy moistening and an unfamiliar tingle starting in her belly. Their mouths parted, both of them a little breathless.

"Do you still want to be with me tonight?" James asked.

Lauren said nothing, just slid out of his lap and pulled on his hand until he stood up and then led him into the hallway, and to his bedroom. Pulling him inside, she pushed the door closed and reached behind her neck, taking hold of the fastening of her dress. the reaching behind her back, she took hold of the zipper and drew it down her spine, shrugging the material from her shoulders and letting it fall in a heap around her ankles.

Beneath the dress, she wore a tiny pair of lace panties and black fold up stockings. The dusky aureoles of her breasts were puffy, the nipples standing proudly swollen and erect and the swellings themselves rounded and firm. Lauren was smiling shyly as James pulled her to him, kissing her passionately, yet tenderly and cupping her buttocks in his palms. Lauren shivered at his touch, reaching up, so that her mouth was almost touching his ear again.

"James," she murmured, "I've never done this before."

"Never," he whispered, "You mean..."

"Yes."

James said nothing, just lifted her tenderly in his arms and laid her like a feather on his bed. Lauren watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, displaying the soft curls of hair on his chest, sprinkled with a little grey. Her eyes widened as he pushed his trousers down and then eased his taut briefs over the jutting pole of his erect penis. She smiled nervously as she measured the length and girth of it and wondered how she would manage to accommodate him. James spotted the frisson of fear as she realised the size of him, and smiled gently. 

"I'll be very slow and gentle," he reassured her.

He sat on the edge of the bed and slid his hand over her breast, touching the swollen berry of her nipple and then moved it lower, spreading his fingers over the smooth skin of her belly, just touching the lace at the waist of her panties. Leaning over, he kissed her lightly on her lips, then the base of her throat. The touch of his lips made her gasp and a shiver rippled through her body. James could feel her belly flutter beneath his hand and, pressing gently, he eased the tip if his forefinger under the edge of her panties, just far enough to touch the silky bush of curls that thinly covered her mound. 

Slowly, a kiss at a time, James moved his mouth lower, over the swell of her breasts and onto the ruched skin at the base of her nipples. She arched her neck and moaned softly as he flicked the tip of his tongue against the tender flesh, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. His hand slid lower, the tip of his forefinger snaking through the soft hair, damp from the sweat and other juices that seeped slowly out of Lauren's pussy. Lauren reached out to touch him, brushing her cool fingers over the shaft of his erection, gasping as she felt the heat of his excitement. Gently, James pushed the flimsy material of Lauren's panties down, past her his as she lifted her taut, rounded ass from the bed. Now her down covered pussy was bare and he could gently play his fingers over her sensitive mound, tracing the swollen puffy lips and teasing them apart.

Lauren gasped as James' fingertip brushed against her clit and he slid the length of his forefinger along the moist slit of her pussy. Lauren moaned into his mouth as he kissed her and pressed his finger gently into the opening of her pussy, feeling the hot moisture making his finger slick and slippery. Her hand tightened, reflexively around the base of his erection, feeling the firmness and moving the velvety skin against the hardness of his shaft beneath it. A clear gem of pre-cum formed in the slit at the head of his manhood and she caught the moisture on her fingertip and, instinctively, spread it over the velvety skin of his glans. James pushed the panties down the silky smoothness of Lauren's thighs, to her knees and, as she bent her legs to slip the wisp of silk off, he pressed his hand against the inside of her thigh, spreading her knees wider, so that he could slide his fingers along the inside of her thigh and use the tips to spread the lips of her pussy. 

Lauren whimpered a little in delight as James slid his forefinger into her pussy, slowly piercing her and plumbing the bubbling depths of her untouched passage. Even though his finger was much slenderer than his cock, Lauren could feel it stretching her, filling her just enough to excite her. Her nipples stood upright, like miniature towers on the shallow hillocks of her breasts, and her chest heaved as she gasped and panted lustfully. James slid his knee between her thighs to keep them spread wide and with a dextrous roll of his hips, swivelled himself on top of her. For a moment, a spark of fear flashed at the back of her eyes as James pinned her to the bed and then the hot flame of her lust consumed her. 

Reaching down between her thighs, Lauren pulled her pussy lips apart with the tips of her fingers, opening the pinkly wet passage to the tip of James' cock. Gently, slowly, he guided the swollen head between her lips and eased it into her. Lauren groaned deep within her throat as he pressed his cock into her stretching her hot lubricious pussy over the tip. His cock slid a little way into her and he stopped, panting as though he had just finished a sprint, waiting for her body to become used to this new intrusion. Rocking back and forth, he thrust gently, tenderly into Lauren's willing body, each movement dipping a little deeper into the well of pleasure that was her pussy.

It seemed to take forever and Lauren was sobbing, almost ready to beg James to take her but, at last, James could feel the resistance of her maidenhead against the tip of his cock. Trembling, he paused, his weight supported on his outstretched arms, her wrists caught in his hands and his mouth at her ear.

"Are you ready, darling?" he asked.

"Oh yes, James," she whispered back, "Take me, take me now, please!"

James pushed, feeling the tearing of the delicate membrane, knowing that he had taken her virginity. Lauren bucked once, violently beneath him and cried out in pain and triumph as she felt something inside her snapping, followed by a burning, deep inside her, as James pressed the length of his cock to the very depths of her pussy. Exquisitely slowly, James eased his cock back and then slid it back, deep into her pussy. It seemed to burn for a few heartbeats but, with every tiny movement of his cock inside her, it became easier and, within the space of three deep breaths, James was sliding the length of his cock easily in and out of her hot, bleeding pussy.

Lauren lifted her head from the pillow and looked between their bodies at James' cock pistoning easily in and out of her sore but dripping cunt. The swollen shaft was smeared with a mess of her pussy juice and fresh blood where he had torn through the delicate maidenhead as he relieved her of her innocence. He glanced down as well and saw his besmeared cock, just before, with a deep-throated groan, he rammed hard and deep, pinning to the bed. She bucked against him, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she grunted, the air rammed from her lungs by his weight on top of her, and she felt his cock stiffen and jerk inside her. She felt a hot stinging as thick salty gobbets of James' cum spurted into her womb, stinging against her raw flesh and spattering inside her. His cock jerked and pumped into her, until her pussy overflowed and slimy, sticky cum splashed across the tops of her thighs and her stockings.

Slowly, his cock softened and James eased it out of her burning, sore pussy, dragging a thick gout of congealed cum and blood onto the sheets beneath Lauren's ass.

"Ooops!" she exclaimed, "I think I've made a mess on your sheets!"

"Not quite," he murmured, "We've made a mess in our bed. But we'll clear it up later."

Gently, he turned her towards him, kissed away the twin tears that glistened on her cheeks and held her close. Rocking her slowly in his arms, he held her against his heart, waiting for the thunder in his chest to calm and they both fell, together, into deep and dreamless sleep.



Lauren



The music was pumping in the club where Lauren worked. She was a high end prostitute and very, very, good at her job. She decided for her customers whether or not they wanted and could have her. Nobody ever turned her down.

Daeric was surrounded by a throng of rich women with money to burn. They were bidding for his company, tonight Isabelle was acting as auctioneer. Supposedly he was absolutely phenomenal in the sack, Lauren was almost tempted to try him herself. He had a strong lithe physique, with muscles that rippled as he moved.

Lauren's attention was diverted by a couple who had entered the club. The woman was tall with long golden blonde hair that framed her face. She was wearing a fitted dress that hugged her figure and accentuated her curves. The dress ended mid-way down her toned thighs. her open-toed high-heels had straps that wrapped around her calves and finished just below the knees. In her heels she was almost as tall as the man. He was broad shouldered with dark brown hair, a chiseled jaw and a few days growth of beard. Matching wedding rings decorated their fingers. They were a stunning couple, and Lauren's was not the only head that turned to watch them move towards the bar.

Lauren approached the bar like a wolf stalking its prey. Her straight dark brown hair was pulled back tightly into a ponytail. She was dressed in red and her dark eyes flashed as she walked. The couple stared at her as she leaned across them to get the bartender's attention and order a drink. She turned her head to look at them, and suggestively dragging a finger over her breast and down to her waist she asked, "You two looking... or buying?" She then leant in and kissed the woman, parting the full lips with her tongue, before sliding it teasingly into the womans waiting mouth. At the same time she reached across and massaged the man's crotch with one hand, whilst the other slipped under the woman's skirt. 

She finished the kiss and walked away without waiting, leaving her drink untouched at the bar. She knew they'd follow, they always did. She wondered what they would be like, did the man want to watch while she screwed his wife. Perhaps the wife wanted to get a kick out of watching the husband bang another woman. Or maybe, and Lauren tingled at the thought, they were both looking to take part.

Lauren hadn't asked their names, she never did. 

The woman lay naked across the bed, her golden hair fanned out around her. Her manicured hands clenched the sheets, her legs were parted and in between them knelt Lauren. Her bum was thrust up in the air and her face was buried in the womans sex where she was kissing her. Lauren felt the mattress dip behind her. A warm strong hand reached beneath and parted her lips. She leaned backwards, the slick walls of her cunt gliding along the hard length that pushed against her. His moans joined those of his wife as she rocked back and forth between the two. She used her muscles to grip him tightly as she went forward and relaxed them as she pressed back. Her narrow confines were filled and stretched by his girth.

The hand that had parted her lips and then left, now came back across her stomach to where she was hottest. When the hand reached her it stopped moving, leaving her to do the work. She began to move her pelvis up and down, even as she rocked backwards and forwards, trying to get the maximum benefit from the muscular hand that teased her with it's closeness. Beneath Lauren the wife began to thrust upwards, and using her hands she held Lauren's head to where she most wanted her. Lauren slid two fingers into the wife, her other hand reached up to massage the wife's firm breasts.

Lauren gasped as she suddenly felt a thumb circle and caress another opening. It didn't quite enter, but it was no longer on the outside. The husband definitely knew what he was doing. "God," Lauren thought, "I love my work!"

The husband began to thrust quicker and harder as he drew near, driving Lauren into his wife. His wife was already climaxing, but Lauren carried on, she was a professional and new how to prolong the pleasure. Lauren began to ripple her muscles along the husbands cock, she heard him gasp and felt him increase his speed. 

Suddenly she gripped him tightly and he exploded into her. She continued to move, milking him, until he collapsed next her. As he fell she finally let up on his wife, who was by now crying with the sweet agony of pleasure. When his thick cock came out of her she was left feeling hollow, an empty pressure cooker without enough juice to explode.



Lauren



After "Gail and Gina and Me" Came Lauren.

Thanks for all the nice comments on my previous story "Gail and Gina and Me". Some of you wondered where my road went after that story ended, so in this story, I continue my path to rehabilitation and mental happiness.

After Gina passed away and Gail moved down to Florida, I was bereft for a time but glad that I had known them and even more appreciative of their care for me. I was enlightened to the fact that there are humans out there who do care for other humans and their lessons brought me to a new place, a place of deeper understanding.

They introduced me to a world unlike the one I had grown used to in the Hamptons. While I had never really been part of the glamour and shallow materialism that pervaded the area and seemed to be its' primary lifestyle, it seemed to be difficult to ignore. Yes, everything was more expensive and with my withering bank account, I found it difficult to date since the average cost of dinner and a few drinks could easily run over a hundred dollars. I began to isolate myself in my house and concentrated more upon reestablishing myself and earning money. I was not easy and I was not succeeding. My frustration increased and my self-esteem began to fall. And then I met Lauren.

Lauren was a vivacious and beautiful blond. About twenty years younger than I, she was an acupuncturist and a masseuse. We bumped into each other at an outdoor concert on Sunset Beach in Shelter Island one warm summer weekend afternoon. I knew that she looked familiar but I couldn't place her.

"We met one night at Gail's...you remember that stormy night?"

Did I ever! Yes, now I remembered. She was one of Gail and Gina's sybarites. I recalled how I had shared the hot tub with her and a few others and how we had felt each other up.

"Yes, now I remember. You were there with Deborah and Ervin, right?"

"Well, I came with them but I was more there by myself. That was a fun night and one I needed badly. I loved Gail and Gina and they knew how dissatisfied I was, they knew I needed a good blow out."

"I understand completely. They invited me for the same reason. They were both wonderful friends and I owe them so much."

We continued to chat and drifted over to a small beachside café. I had a cup of coffee and she had chai. We found that we both had things in common including a lust for uninhibited sex. I also told her that I had never tried acupuncture and was curious about it. She explained the treatment to me and agreed to set up an appointment for me. As the air was warm and the sunset was beginning, I suggested that we get a bottle of wine and go down to the beach.

The beach had these two-person canopied chaise lounges and we settled in to watch the magnificent colors arc over the horizon. We quietly sipped our wine and snuggled. I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven. It was blissful. As the sun dipped away, we kissed. All was so fine.

"Come on, let's go for a dip!"

She jumped of the chaise and began to strip down to her peach colored bra and panties. There were a few others on the beach but they were a good distance away, closer to the bandstand. Not one to miss this fun, I stripped down to my snug cotton Calvins and ran after her into the water. The water was just right, not cold but not Caribbean bathwater either as we swam through the calm rollers in the twilight. Like children, we splashed and giggled. Soon, it got dark and we ran towards our chaise.

"How will we dry off? If you like, I can run over to my car for some towels."

"No, forget the towels. Come here and lay down."

As I lay down on the chaise, she jumped onto me and began to crawl up my body until she found my lips. In that dark, beautifully moonlit envelope, we made out all wet and soppy. My mind flashed on Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr but for only a moment. All of my attention was on this wonderfully exuberant woman and her delicious lips. Deeply in the moment, we caressed and nuzzled, we nibbled and licked, giggled and played as two innocents. My penis ground into her dripping panties as she wriggled against me. I began to feel my orgasm rise.

"I have to take a break, Lauren, or else I'm going to cum."

"Shush up...no break, not now."

She placed her hand on my cock and gently squeezed it. Then she began to whisper to me.

"Ray, I want to make love to you...I want to feel your cum all over me... Will you follow me home?.. My son is with his father this weekend... My cottage is empty. I want to wake up next to you...Just relax for now and breathe with me."

We began to take relaxing breaths together as we both slowed the pace down. A she rolled off me, she took my hand and we walked to our cars. I was entranced by this woman. I could fall in love with her. Or maybe I was already. I knew the last ferry would leave without me.

She lived not too far away and in about five minutes we pulled into her driveway. Her cottage was set back off the road and in a large clearing surrounded by tall pines. It was a lovely little house filled with comfortable pillows and lots of plants. We stood in the living room in our damp underwear with goofy grins.

"Pour some more wine while I take a shower."

I heard the shower running as I entered the bathroom. I placed the glasses on the vanity. Sliding open the shower door, I entered still wearing my underwear. To be honest, I was so deeply under her spell, I'd completely forgotten to take them off. She looked at me and began to laugh. I looked at her and took in her gorgeous body. Her full, round breasts had long supple nipples, her hips were slim and defined, her pussy lips had a blond furrow that continued into a landing strip. My penis was tenting my boxers and I suppose I might quite a sight as she laughed at me.

She stripped me and began to soap me down. Her hands were strong yet supple as she rubbed, stroked and fondled me. The soap slipped from her hands and as he bent down to retrieve it, she kissed my helmet. I groaned. She giggled. She handed me the soap and turned her back to me.

I lathered and rubbed her back. I ran the soap along her ass and placed my cock between her cheeks. She molded into me. I reached around and lathered her breasts, feeling their fullness and rolling her nipples around my palms. She cooed and radiated under my touch. Then we rinsed off and turning off the water began to kiss again. Taking my hand, she led me out of the shower and we began to towel each other. I gave her the wine and we toasted.

"I want to make love to you now." She said. "Do you have protection?"

"Always," I smiled, "But I'm clipped – no cooties and no babies from me."

"Excellent!"

She wiggled her ass at me as she took me into her bedroom which seemed cramped due to the large king-size bed. She hopped onto it and, on her hands and knees, wiggled her ass again.

"What are you waiting for?"

I leaned over and began to kiss and caress her beautiful butt. My tongue trailed down the crack and circled her anus. She moaned in appreciation. I continued down and slurped along her 'taint' and ito that delicious pussy. She moaned some more as I placed my lips against hers and blew into it. My lips found her clit which was large and hard. I sucked it in and pulled at it.

She rolled over and pulled me on top of her as I easily slipped into her wet crack. I stroked and pumped as she matched my rhythm and in just a few moments, our built-up excitement boiled into two energetic orgasms. She began to grunt in deep-throated gasps and arched up as I filled her with my spunk. And then we both collapsed.

"I don't think I've ever cum so quickly," I said.

"Nor I," she said, "but it was wonderful...and we have all night."

Indeed we did. We never slept that first night. When the sun began to rise, we were still at it. We were like kids that night, exploring each other and delighting, no – wallowing in each other. We did everything to each other. She was insatiable but in a soft and sensual way. There wasn't a position we didn't achieve. I had never been with such a lustful, uninhibited creature and I reveled in the sex. She continually surprised me with her invention. After I had brought her to a series of oral orgasms, she liked my face off. After she had sucked me off, she fed me my cum. At one point, she lowered her ass onto my cock and rode me to a shattering orgasm as she filled her pussy with her fingers and licked them. And all night, I remember her giggles, her groans, her moans, her wails and her gasps.

We caught the ferry around midday as she had some appointments. I never felt so happy and so sore. Lauren and I dated for about nine months and during that time we did it all. I often felt like a child in wonderland as she introduced me to her therapies which beside acupuncture, mediation, massage and tantra, included group sex, bisexuality and mutual masturbation. Throughout it all, I felt like I was in playland. But these adventures are for another time and I promise I will tell you all about them.

If you like my memoirs, please leave a comment. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.



Lauren



Lauren and I had become fast friends at work soon after she started in HR. Most of my work unit being male, I found having another woman to chat with over coffee and lunch was a nice break from the routine. If nothing else, we weren't limited to the usual work- or sport-centric discussions that otherwise dominated with my male counterparts; although I suspect if I wasn't part of the group, their talks might taken on another element which in this day and age are totally muted in the workplace with a woman around.

Anyway, besides being female, Lauren and I were close in age; me being 28 and her 26, with similar tastes in fashion, entertainment as well as societal values. Our daily chats became more open between us as our work groups splintered into the male and female fractions; not that either group intentional excluded the other, the pairings naturally occurred as the men were freer to discuss sports without feeling they were ignoring us and we could likewise focus on the gossip of the day involving celebrities and the reality-based programing that appealed to us. The two groups taking separate tables rather than conduct simultaneous conversations at one.

After one particularly brutal day of work, I had a disagreement with one of my coworkers that left me quite upset. Lauren helped calm me down and suggested we take a walk off the premises to get away for a few minutes. The walk did the trick and I was able to see things a little more clearer; and became a routine for us whenever either one of us felt pressured, or if it was just a nice day.

The walks also permitted us to discover another shared interest, that being we both were bisexual. This discovery occurred over time as we gradually let down the work/personal life barrier; after all, she was in human resources and sexual orientation was a taboo topic at any time. But being outside the office, strolling and chatting more as friends than coworkers, we both soon noticed the other glancing at passing men, and women. Comments about the men were guarded at first, I was married so it wasn't until I started to note a particularly attractive, well-built, or just plain sensuous man, that Lauren began to share the ones catching her attention. With women, we were typically catty in our critique of their clothing, make-up or style, with the occasional approving comment. 

Needless to say, I was withholding my real thoughts and using the disparagement as an excuse to ogle. In retrospect, its clear now that whenever either of us had found someone's blouse totally unflattering or dated, skirt too wrinkled or slutty, makeup too severe or heavy, we were really admiring the tits, ass or beauty of the woman. And we got very good at tearing other women apart. 

There was also one person whom I regularly sneaked peeks at and secretly admired, well OK, lusted; that person being Lauren.

One afternoon in late summer, when clothing was at its skimpiest, two women, arm-in-arm, strolled towards us. While both of us noticed them, I don't think either of them registered us as we passed by; and it wasn't until long after we passed each other, that it dawned on me that neither Lauren nor myself had commented one way or the other on them. Perhaps it was their clear ease in being a couple combined with their physical beauty that silenced us, I'm not sure about Lauren but I know I was lost in wondering what sex with one, or both, of them would be like. We walked along quietly to the end of the block before she or I spoke.

"Would you like to get a drink?"

"You know, that's a wonderful idea."

At the next corner we found ourselves inside a lounge attached to a downtown hotel. Something about this place had drawn me towards it and Lauren agreed as soon as I pointed it out. Sipping from a glass of cool, white wine, I turned to Lauren and gazed at her as she absently looked slightly ahead. I watched her for a moment, until she noticed, and with a slight flush appearing on her features, she gave me a small smile. With the upturn of her lips, I couldn't help but break into a smile; a smile that transformed into a short laugh.

"Well, I hope they're not trashing us too badly."

The ice broken, Lauren chuckled and smiled wider, "What was it about them...I don't ever recall being struck speechless like that. Especially since nothing was said...hell, I don't think they even saw us!"

"They seemed so confident, sure. Not to mention they were both gorgeous."

"I wish I could be so daring."

Lauren's comment caught me by surprise and I looked for signs in her expression to try to ascertain what exactly she meant by that. Surprised as well by her stare back at me, no doubt trying to read my face for my own reaction. Lauren's eyes sparkled as she smiled again, almost challenging me to ask her what she might dare, but before I could do so, she continued, "The blonde's blouse was so sheer, and going braless, it really called attention to her nipple piercing." And as I watched, her hand lifted up and lightly passed over her left breast, as if Lauren was contemplating what it would feel like in her own nipple.

Now it was my turn to blush, "Oh, I didn't even notice. I was just so taken by the fact they were obviously lovers, and couldn't care less who noticed. Their bearing was just so...intoxicating." 

"Have you ever?" 

Lauren's question left hanging in the air before me, her eyes locked on mine, so without looking away, I lift my drink to my lips; but instead of drinking, I keep the glass a hair from my lips and, just barely visible, let the tip of my tongue touch the rim.

"You mean, been with a woman?" My question answered by a nod of her head, then mine. "You?"

Neither of us blinking, sensing a turning point in our relationship, I wait for Lauren's reply; mine having been casual and slight enough to later claim to not have been an answer at all but rather a question to her question if the risk I took by affirming was a mistake.

Lauren leans just the slightly bit forward, "I've dated some." 

My lips again form a smile, glad that it was now coming out into the open. "Maybe that's why I can't get the thought of the two of them together out of my mind. Once you've tasted that fruit, it does allow your imagination to consider the possibilities."

"And I suppose you picked this place as they came from this very hotel. Do you think they spend the night or just a couple of hours fucking?"

A bolt of shock hits me as I look into Lauren's grinning visage, a grin that grows as she notes my surprise. 

"I...I didn't realize..." my words cuts off by another peal of laughter from Lauren.

"You didn't see them enter the street from this very entrance?" Lauren's head tilts at the doorway to my left.

"No... I... something drew me to this...but I don't..." stopping mid-sentence as I try to remember, did I first see them leaving the hotel? I do recall the street was fairly empty, and I did see them approach from the end of the block. Was that why this place called to me, my subconscious wanting to dwell where they might have just been?

Lauren's giggles again bring me back from my revelries and I make a note to ponder it later, when I'm alone. A tingle up my spine as I know my pondering will involve much more, of the two women engulfed in their passion; 'fucking' as Lauren so aptly phrased it. I lift my head and laugh with her, caught again as if she read my mind.

Relaxing now, finally able to be more open with each other, I consider whether to continue this conversation or let it drop. I sip my wine, buying a moment or two as I ponder it. In that moment, a touch; fleeting, imagined? My skirt not covering my knees, did a wisp of air sneak upon my flesh or was it something else? Could it be?

I glance down, with Lauren's eyes following, at my leg. Seeing now the closeness of her knee to mine, close enough that if she were to shift in her seat; as she did just now as I watched, and yes, it was her skin that ever so lightly made the tiniest contact. My gaze back up to her face, a smile dances over her lips, "Do you miss it?"

"Ummm, miss what?"

"Being with another woman. Seeing as your married."

"What makes you think I'm missing out." And its my knee that grazes Lauren's, the movement distinct enough to ensure she feels it; and my lips that turn my smile up a notch higher.

"You're so wicked!" Lauren's knee stays with mine. "Have you really?" Her voice lower, conspiratorially, "Recently?"

"Well, I've dated some."

Lauren laughs openly now, and I can't help but join in, her hands covering mine and squeezing it playfully. 

A month later, Lauren and I have shared many of our experiences with, and fantasies of, both men and women. More than a few of them relayed in her bed after a lazy afternoon, or a frantic hour, of sex. Many of those afternoons beginning much as this one started; with a walk together, sometimes shopping, but just as likely, strolling and taking in the men and women who cross our path. Much less likely now to find fault in them, instead pointing out their features we find attractive; whispering in each other's ear, "Would you like to fuck them?"

In that bar, with our knees touching, Lauren first asked that question, "Would you have liked to fuck either one, or both, of them?" And I smiled, thinking how her question so mirrored my earlier thoughts, thoughts I intended to keep hidden but now aware the two of us shared them. 

So when I leaned closer, placing my hand upon her knee and replied, "Right now, I'd rather fuck you," and kissed her, she sighed and kissed me back. Our kiss interrupted by the bartender clearing his throat, not too hurriedly I might add, along with a look advising the management did not approve. Our drinks nearly finished, we left some money on the table and wandered in to explore the hotel lobby; and to find the check-in desk.

Another kiss, longer and deeper, exchanged in the elevator the moment the doors closed. Our hands doing the exploring now; one of Lauren's somehow already under my top and both of mine gripping her ass. So lost in our embrace, we almost fell from the elevator before stumbling our way down the hall to our room. Once inside the door, we took a moment to look upon the bed, our soon to be bed, before resuming our embrace.

"Here...let me get this off you."

"And now you..."

"Oh careful," loud giggles, "I can't go home with my skirt ripped." Another loud giggle, "Not again at least."

"You're really a slut aren't you?"

"Ask me that after I've finished fucking you."

By the end of this exchange, our clothes litter the floor and I remain in only my panties. Lauren's eyes sparkle as she spies her panties somehow in my hand; I don't recall removing them, but obviously I did, or she did and gave them to me. I lift them to my nose as I move my eyes over her body. 

"Damn, you really are a dirty slut, aren't you?" 

It hits me then just how lewd my actions must appear but, before I can register any remorse, Lauren's hands go up and pulls her hair back away from her face. This movement makes her breasts more prominent and done so for my enjoyment, and her own, with Lauren basking in my desire for her and her willingness to give herself to me.

Like me, Lauren is a brunette; but, unlike me, her hair is short, just barely to the nape of her neck whereas mine is halfway to my ass. We also differ in our eye color, mine being a hazel and her's a gorgeous ocean blue. I have rather full breasts with quarter sized areola and nipples that spring up nicely when I'm excited. Lauren is my match there too in size but with slightly larger, and darker, areolas and longer, much more prominent, nipples. Later on as I suckle at them, I think about how perfect they are for piercing and understand Lauren's attentiveness to the blonde's own piercing. 

Overall, we were very close in size and shape, except that I was an inch taller and Lauren's hips were wider than mine. This also meant her ass was a little rounder with thighs and calves a little larger (dare I say shapelier?) as well. Lauren also managed to have a better tan no matter the time of year which was always a point of envy for me. Her tan also highlighted the small landing strip she left on her mound, which I found extremely exciting and that I loved to keep neat later on as our relationship developed. For her own part, Lauren seemed pleased with my bald pussy and I loved having her shave me either before or after one of our sessions.

Tumbling into bed together, we spent a long time getting to know each other in this new way. Long sensuous kisses and languorous caresses, with no rush to either. Her mouth and lips so different from that of my husband, I recalled once again why I enjoyed kissing women so much. So much softer, with the kisses an end in themselves; not a means to an end as it so often is with men. Likewise, when we touched each other's breast, it was an exploring and curious, yet knowing, movement without a rush to capture and claim, knowing that where the fingertips have left traces, lips would soon follow.

It wasn't until our legs moved together and we adjusted so our sexes came in contact with those legs that our desire failed to remain in check. However, once that contact was made, we both became engaged in almost a frenzy to rub and grind together. Kisses then more heated, tongues sucked, almost bitten and nipples pulled and stretched. We came together that first time in this fashion, whimpering in each other's mouths as we thrust our pelvis' forward in our heat.

Collapsing together, our kisses continued but once again softer and spread out. Touches, accentuating the happiness of new found passion, we explore each other anew. I'm the first to move and I roll Lauren onto her back and cover her neck and shoulder with kisses. Kisses that work lower until I find an expectant nipple, which my lips are quick to capture and claim.

While I suckle, a hand pulls mine down until reaching the heat and wetness of my pussy. Her fingers with mine, we both slide a digit into my wet folds; alternating Lauren's finger in and mine out, mine in and her's out. With a moan, I shift and suckle at Lauren's other breast, my new position making it easier for me to play with myself. Lauren's fingers then leave me and I sense they moved directly to her own pussy to repeat her play there.

Moving up to kiss Lauren, she whispers to me, "Eat me bitch."

Instead of being taken aback by her directness, I find myself responding, body tingling and lust inflaming my mind. Turning I see her fingers rubbing frantically at her pussy and I scoot down and go between her legs. Watching at first as her index and middle fingers slosh in and out of her pussy. Wet fingers that a moment later are in my hair, tugging me forward.

"I said eat me bitch!"

And eat her I did, like a good bitch. Using my tongue and lips and fingers, opening her, exploring her, tasting and loving her with Lauren grinding on my face, humping as her orgasm racked her body. 

Laying together afterwards, our bodies cuddled and covered with the soft, clean top sheet, we exchange kisses and smiles. I wanted to stay with her like this into the night and next day, but it was a spur of the moment arrangement and we reluctantly dressed after a quick shower. The shower more for my benefit before I returned home to my husband, so we showered separately; knowing that if we both entered at the same time we would end back up in bed.

Going out into the hall, we're met face on but the duo that inspired our session. Similar to before, they approached from the elevator hand-in-hand, each carrying a small bag from a local boutique. We smiled at them, and them at us; a twinkle in the blonde's eye acknowledging what just transpired between Lauren and myself. I nod in return, giving her a thanks, whether she would know it or not, and recognizing that they were headed back to their room, their bed. 

Lauren squeezed my hand just as we passed them. "We should thank them."

Turning my head, I catch them looking back at us. 

"I think they know."

The elevator dings as we approach, a simple but joyous sound that, to my mind, signaled the start of our affair; an affair that would last for years.



Lauren



She moved in to the other half of my duplex two months ago. I remember when I interviewed her, that she seemed nice and respectful. I really don't care what color, religion or sexual preference you are as long as you are respectful. Is it too much to ask? In this day of arm chair bloggers; it seems that anybody with an idea, feels it necessary to cram it down your throat. I think we were better off before Face Book and Twitter. Back then people didn't think that their opinion was the most important in the world. 

Lauren was different. Not that she was quiet at all. She bubbled with effervescence and her smile was almost contagious. Her sandy blonde hair was trimmed in a most becoming pixie style and her facial features were somewhere between cute and hot. Her body was really nice with a few curves thrown into the mix, not that I would notice something like that. Hell, who am I kidding? I am a man and have a pulse. 

Her references, from out of state, were good so I gave her the rent agreement and the key. My duplex is partially furnished and said she would stay the night and her belongings would arrive in the morning. She said she had been living with someone since she moved to Michigan, four months ago.

Upon rising in the morning, I saw that boxes and items were dumped on the front lawn overnight. I am surprised that the commotion didn't wake me up. I couldn't understand why somebody would just dump her stuff on the lawn. When I saw her moving her stuff inside, I went out to help. 

"Morning Lauren. What asshole did this?" I picked up a box. 

"You don't have to help me Rick. I can do this." There were tears in her eyes. 

"Like Hell I don't. Let's just get this stuff inside." She nodded and in a little over an hour we had everything stacked up in the living room. Lauren was strangely silent all the while we moved boxes. I grabbed a couple of soda's from my fridge and returned to her side of the dwelling. We talked for a little while, but she seemed sadder somehow. I just let it go. 

"Thank you Rick. That was nice of you to help." 

"Not at all, Lauren. We are neighbors now and we help each other." She just showed a half smile. 

It was nice having someone next door again. It just wasn't the money I got for rent. Shit, I have plenty of rental properties. But somehow Lauren filled a void in my life. I do the handyman work for my properties, but because I keep up on everything, I don't have much to do. Lauren moving in next door livened things up a bit. Now all I had to deal with was Tina; my very jealous girl friend. We didn't live together and she was out of town at the present.

A few weeks later Lauren had just came home from work and she knocked on my door. "Can we talk Rick?"

"Let me check my calendar Lauren." I closed my eyes for a moment. "I think I can squeeze you in." I laughed. I grabbed a couple Smirnoff's from the fridge. We sat at the table. 

"I need to tell you something. My ex-boyfriend will be over tonight."

"You mean that jerk that kicked you out and threw your stuff on the lawn?"

"Believe me, I would rather he wouldn't. But he accidentally threw some of his stuff in with mine. He's going to pick his things up tonight." 

"No problem Lauren. You want me to hang around?"

"I should be fine Rick." She looked a bit sheepish. "But there is something I have to tell you, before you find out from another source. I am a transsexual. Except for the last four years, I went by the name of Larry."

I took a long look at her. "You are trying to tell me you use to be a guy?" She nodded. "Like those women on Jerry Springer?"

"Rick. If you want me to move, I'll understand." 

I shook my head. "No Lauren, you just surprised me, that's all." I paused. "Besides, you're my renter, not my girlfriend." 

"I don't want to put you in an awkward position."

"Too late for that." I chuckled. "But really, I want do you to stay. Please."

She smiled back. I couldn't really think of her as a he. "Thanks Rick."

Two hours later I heard a loud crash from next door. I was there a few moments later and I saw Lauren laying on the floor, with her ex standing over her. I was pissed. There was no way in fucking Hell I was going to let him hit her again. He turned around to me as I drew back and hurled my best haymaker at him. I held nothing back.

Next thing I knew, my face was cold and it hurt like Hell. My hand reached up and I felt a cold compress. I heard Lauren's voice. "Rick, you're on my sofa. He's gone and not coming back."

She slowly helped me set up and handed me some Motrin as I opened the one eye that would open. "I guess I showed him who's boss." I groaned sarcastically. 

Lauren looked at me and smiled. "That was the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. Nobody has ever come to my rescue before."

"Some rescue." I muttered. "There were two hits. He hit me and I hit the floor."

She smiled. She looked so cute when she smiled. She sort of reminded me of Gwyneth Paltrow. She leaned over and kissed my cheek and I didn't mind at all. "I think you were very brave." She averted her eyes. "Did you ----- ah--know that Steve was -----special forces in the army?"

"Ouch!" I put my hand to my face. "I guess that fact didn't came up before I kissed the floor."

Lauren softly giggled. "Poor Baby. You know, you scared the shit out of him."

I brightened up. "I did?"

"Yeah, he thought he had killed you." She giggled some more.

"Oh, hardy har, har." I replied. She smiled again. "How bad is it, Lauren?"

She took my chin in her hand and checked both sides of my face. "There is some swelling, but your eye socket doesn't appear to be broken." She was a RN at a local hospital. "I think you'll live."

I noticed it was dark. "Maybe I should go back to my side."

"To be safe, I think I should stay with you. You can take my bed, or you can go back to your side and sleep in your own bed. Either way I get the sofa."

"Lauren, you don't have to----."

"Doctor's orders, Rick." She interrupted.

"Yes Ma'am." I acquiesced. 

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I was fighting an Army of space aliens. They kept coming at me and my punches just batted them away. After they had all been defeated, a man in gold and red armor dropped out of the sky. His facemask flipped up. He had dark hair with a close cropped mustache and goatee. 

"How do you do it Rick? Even I couldn't take on that many foes at once. You didn't even break out into a sweat."

"Just clean living Tony. You just have to do your best." Suddenly I saw her falling. I leaped into the sky and caught her. Lauren had her back to me and I held hold her close.

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My vision swam a bit and I felt a dull throb of pain, in my face. But I also smelled something clean, like soap and lavender. My eyes opened and I realized that somebody was spooned up against me and the back of their head was close to my face. My arm was wrapped around them and the fingers of a hand were interlaced with mine. I shifted slightly and the person groaned and rolled over to face me. It was Lauren. Her eyes snapped open. She quickly arose from my bed. She wore a night shirt that barely covered her ass.

"Sorry Rick." Lauren looked apprehensive. "Your sofa sucks to sleep on."

There was no way I could be mad at her. I gave a half ass, smirk. "You know, if we keep meeting like this, people are going to talk."

Relief graced her features and she smiled. "Let's have a look at your face, shall we?" 

"How bad is it?"

"Not too bad." she replied. "But I wouldn't be hitting anybody's fist with your face for a while." 

"Sounds like good advice." I slid out of bed and headed for the kitchen. "Breakfast?" My head swam again and I must have wobbled a bit. Lauren was there in an instant to support me. I put my arms around her. I heard a noise behind us. It sounded like someone cleared their throat. 

"I go out of town for a couple weeks and you already have a bitch in your bed. " Fuck it was my girlfriend, Tina. First it was last night and now this. I can't catch a break.

"This isn't what it looks like sweetie." I backpedaled.

Lauren stepped in. "Rick, was hurt last night and I stayed with him, to make sure he was okay."

Tina smiled like a snake. "Oh, I am sure you 'nursed' him back to health." Her arms were crossed and she looked like she could spit venom.

"Tina, Lauren was really helping me." This wasn't looking good.

"From my point of view, she looked like she was helping herself, RICHARD!"

I was tired of this. Tina was always accusing me of indiscretions. I was always having to watch my step around her. I never cheated on her once, but you would never know it the way she acted. Anything had to be better than this. 

"Okay Tina, you caught us! We just finished making wild passionate love." Lauren turned and gapped at me like I just grew a tail.

"I figured as much." Tina sneered. "Hope your tramp makes you happy, bastard." She turned and stormed out the door. 

"I am not a tramp!" Lauren yelled after her. 

A few moments later, Tina was pealing her Camery out of my driveway. 'Good riddance' I thought. 

"Rick. I am so sorry. I never meant that to happen." I could tell that she was sincere. 

"Not your fault Lauren. This has been coming for a while now. I am just sorry that you got caught in the middle of our mess."

"I still feel bad. Seems your luck hasn't been the best lately." I really looked at Lauren. Maybe it wasn't so bad. She looked so cute when she pouted. 

"Well, if you wanted to cheer me up, you could let a lovelorn, slightly used handyman take you to breakfast." Lauren showed a wisp of a smile. 

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Without Tina around, most of my problems seemed to vanish. The relief was almost intoxicating. I guess I never realized the pressure she put me under. Tina was a beautiful woman, but she turned out to be very high maintenance. Her removing herself from my life, left a much smaller hole than I had first thought.

Now Lauren was another matter entirely. It seemed that she was on my mind quite often. I found that I liked having her around. She was always positive and loved to laugh. She worked 12 hr shifts at the hospital, which left her with almost 4 days off a week. We were both home, many days, at the same time. And somehow, I didn't mind at all. 

One night I had a couple steaks on the grill as Lauren's car pulled into our driveway. I have a real knack with flavor rubs and the delicious aroma drew her through her living space and into the back yard. 

"My God, that smells heavenly!"

I smiled. "Strange thing, I thought there was only one steak in the package, but I found two. I guess I'll have to throw one away." She knew I was teasing her.

"Don't you dare." She scolded. "I brought home some potato salad." 

I chuckled. "Go get changed and I will make up a couple of plates." Moments later we were setting on the picnic table enjoying dinner.

Lauren glanced up at me. "Rick, what did you ever see in Tina?"

"You mean other than the fact she was beautiful?"

"I guess so."

I though about it. "I guess I don't know. What about Steve?"

"Steve reminded me of a china saucer; pretty but shallow as hell. Maybe some day I will find somebody nice, like you." She softly giggled as I blushed.

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The next day, I woke up and the late spring morning was already sultry. I headed for the kitchen. I had a cold pitcher of ice tea in the fridge, that was calling my name. I poured some tea into a plastic tumbler. I strolled over to the French door that led into the back yard. We lived out in the country. A beautiful forest of hardwood trees overlooked a sizable back yard. No matter what the season, the view was always spectacular. 

This morning's view almost made me drop my tea. Lauren was sunning herself on a chaise lounger in the back yard. She lay front down and her Bikini top was undone. Damn she looked fine. She started to rise and turn over. I quickly backed up and went ass over tea kettle, tripping over a chair I had recently pulled out. I hit the floor hard. 

Moments later, Lauren appeared over me, her top back in place. She smirked as she helped me up. "You okay? Seems helping you off the floor is beginning to be a habit." Her eyes danced with mischief. "Beautiful view this morning." I turned red and she giggled.

What was wrong with me? I found Lauren completely fascinating. The more time I spent with her, the more time I wanted to spend with her. Her eyes sparkled and her smile was something I looked forward to seeing everyday. Shit, I felt more at ease around Lauren than I ever did with Tina. But why was I attracted to her? I mean, she use to be a guy, right?

We began to spend more and more time together. Going out to dinner, checking out flea markets and riding bicycles. Shit, she even got me to rollerblade. Lauren was so fun to be with. Some nights we would watch TV or rent a movie. One day I came to the conclusion that it that it didn't matter who she use to be. My only worry was what she felt about me. Could I risk telling her what my heart was telling me?

We both looked forward to movie night. We had similar tastes, which made it even more fun. We both sat on either end of my sofa. We sat closer and closer to each other as the days went by. One night, we were watching Titanic and it was the scene where Rose lost Jack to the sea. Lauren had tears in her eyes as she cuddled up to me. It felt so good to have her next to me. I wanted to tell her what I felt, but I was so afraid that it would spoil what we had together. Lauren drifted off to sleep as the credits rolled by. I had my arm around her shoulder as she snoozed against my chest. Her blonde hair was so soft and clean. 

"How can I tell you how I feel Lauren?" I spoke softly so not to wake her. "I cherish the time we spend together. When we're apart, I count the moments till I can see you again. You have filled such a huge void in my life. But I am so afraid that if I tell you the truth, you will leave me. I don't care who you use to be. I just care who you are now. Maybe one day I can tell you how much you mean to me ----and that I love you. Sweet dreams Baby." I whispered and kissed her head.

Lauren raised her face to mine. Her eyes told me she had never really been asleep. "Rick----."

"Oh, my God. I'm sorry Lauren" I interrupted, "I didn't know you were awake." My face felt flush. 

Lauren smiled. "Sorry I deceived you, but I had to know how you felt about me."

"Lauren, I ----."

She put her fingertips to my lips. "Remember when I said I wanted somebody like you?" I nodded. "I lied, Rick." She cupped the side of my face with her hand and looked into my eyes. "I didn't want somebody like you. I wanted you, Baby. I was so afraid that you might reject me if I told you how I felt." A single tear graced her cheek. 

Tears stained my own face. "I would never reject you. You are so precious to me. I think I started falling in love with you, the night I woke up on your sofa. Tina would have left me in on the floor, but you actually cared."

"How could I not care about the only man that ever stood up for me?" Her beautiful eyes were glassy with tears. 

Our first kiss was soft as a whisper. I don't know who was trembling more; her or me. We pulled apart and we were both in awe. "That was really nice, Lauren."

She smiled. "Only nice?"

"How about spectacular?"

"Much better." We kissed again. This time it wasn't so tentative. Her arms encircled my neck as mine pulled her tight to me. This wasn't a man in my arms, it was Lauren; and the way she responded, was pure magic. 

We broke apart again. "How do you like me now?" She purred.

I was damn close to breathless. I swallowed. "I--- think it will do." I swallowed again. "Are you always this passionate?"

The lust in her eyes was apparent. "I'm just getting warmed up, Baby." Lauren raised off the sofa and held her hand out for me. I rose up and with my hand in hers, we moved to the bedroom. I followed her close enough to feel her warmth. She pulled the bedding back and slid into my arms. 

We kissed and held on to each other. I tasted her tears as I played over her cheek with my lips. Lauren shivered as my tongue grazed her collar bone. She stepped back and pulled her blouse over her head. Our eyes locked together until her bra dropped from her hand. Her medium sized breasts were perfect. She started working the buttons on my shirt. 

"You won't be needing this Baby."

"What if I get cold?" I teased.

"Won't be a problem." Lauren responded, as she pulled me into bed. I felt her hand on my hard cock as her tongue danced with mine. I was so aroused! She felt so alive in my arms. I couldn't believe that this beautiful woman wanted me. We were soon, both naked and she practically purred when I licked and sucked on her nipples. "I'll give you an hour to stop that."

Lauren eventually turned away and slid toward me to spoon. She pulled my arm around her and her fingers interlaced with mine. I nuzzled her neck. "You like this, don't you?"

"I have a confession to make. Your sofa may not have been as uncomfortable as I said before. I just wanted to lay next to you like this. I felt so warm and safe in your arms; I didn't want it to stop."

"You, my dear are a little conniver. What am I going to do with you?"

Lauren rolled to face me. Her eyes were pleading. "Make love to me Baby. Like a man makes love to a woman."

I was more than ready. "Tell me Lauren. Show me what you want." She had me roll on my back. Her hand encircled my hardness and stroked me.

"I need to get some help, Baby. I will be right back. Don't go away."

I anticipated her need. "There are some wet condoms in the nightstand Lauren."

She smiled. "Well mister Boy Scout. Looks like you are going to get a treat for being prepared." She leaned over me and reached for the drawer. The nipple of her breast drug across my face. I wasn't going to let that go. I inhaled the taught flesh and Lauren sighed. 

She let out a low throaty giggle. "That wasn't the treat I was talking about baby."

Her nipple popped out of my mouth. "Worked for me." I teased. Lauren slid down my body and she rubbed my erection against her face. "Damn girl." I breathed. 

"Can I play with this?" Lauren looked so fucking sexy.

" Only if you put your toys away afterwards , Baby." "Oh, I have a place to put this." She swallowed me in one gulp. My God, she was so hot as her lips slid up and down my cock. Her eyes danced as she knew full well the intense pleasure she was giving me. 

She pulled off my cock and smiled. "Does Ricky like to have his cock sucked?"

"You keep that up girl and I will show you just how much I like it." She went back to work on me. I marveled at how beautiful and seductive she was. She was completely making me forget about my former girlfriend. I was close to losing it when I pulled her up to me. We kissed and I knew in that instant that I would always want her in my life. 

"I wasn't through Baby." she pouted. I looked into her eyes and counted the freckles on her nose. Lauren smiled. "What, Baby?"

"You are so damn beautiful Lauren. Why did your ex ever let you go?"

"I guess he never knew what he had." She kissed me. "But I want you to know that you are not a substitute. I never loved him but I do love you."

I couldn't help it. I felt tears welling up. "You make me feel so alive Lauren. I don't understand it, but there it is."

"What's there to understand Rick? It's just me and you." She kissed me again. "Care to take me for a test drive?" She giggled.

"I guess this would be a bad time for me to kick the tires?" I teased. She rolled her eyes.

After putting on the condom, Lauren turned over on the bed and arched her ass. The view I saw was wonderful and she knew it. "Nice upholstery." My hand stroked her ass. 




Lauren



Lauren turned her head so she could see me. "It's got a couple of miles on her, but she still purrs like a kitten." I lined my erection with her ass and she practically impaled herself on me as she moaned. I gasped at the raw lust she exuded. My hands settled on her hips as I began to slide in and out of her. Lauren growled on every thrust. "How do you think it handles, Baby?" All I could reply with was "Wow."

Even though she was on the receiving end Lauren seemed to make it look like she was in control. She raised up on all fours and reached one arm behind her and took hold of my hand. "I'm sure you're use to an automatic." She grasped and pulled on my hand till it wrapped around her erection. "Lets see how well you do with 'stick'. Now fuck me!" She commanded.

I pounded her ass till I thought we were going to ruin my bed. After we had both came and our breathing was back to normal, we snuggled together on the sheets and kissed. "That was so good Lauren."

"Fuck Yeah!" She agreed as she looked into my eyes. "But fucking and being fuck are two different animals all together." She looked down and traced an imaginary picture on my bare chest. "You haven't lived till you've had a cock buried in your ass Baby." She looked back into my eyes and at that moment, we both knew who was in control, and it wasn't me. What in the hell was I getting myself into?