10 comments/ 15404 views/ 8 favorites Are You OK? By: BoyfromEngland Are you ok? I think about you a lot you know and I think , I think about how sometimes it's like you've got the world's problems on your shoulders you sort of , sometimes you look as if there's stuff on your mind and you can't really, you can't really share it with anyone and you sort of bottle it all up and then it starts affecting your life really and its not like you because you're often full of energy and you know you just get through each day and I can always tell when there is something on your mind because you've got that sort of vacant look sometimes and it saddens me to be honest because I know if I ask you what's up you're not going to tell me. You'll probably say 'oh, it's ok, it's I was just thinking about something' or you know it's 'no I'm fine' you know but you don't have to bottle it up... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (16.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Are You Out There? This is my first story written here, though I have submitted similar to adultfriendfinder. Please give feedback! ***** It was a long day again, after an even longer night of calls. AS an EMS provider, I love helping others. I just wish someone would help me. Well, thank you bottle of wine and vibrator, I can help myself. My husband is autistic and a rather asexual being. Yeah, shocked? I was too. I had heard they were quite the opposite. That's my luck and Murphy's Law I guess. But, I really want to be touched. Hello, I am a nympho stuck in a nun's habit and chastity belt, unable to play with others. Tonight, though, my bottle of wine sits next to me, my husband is asleep in his bedroom downstairs and I am alone with my thoughts and glass. I am so horny, my clit aches to touched and loved on! I want to have someone slam into me from behind and make me play whore to his needs while he lavishes me and makes me feel queen of all Deviant Natures. At least the stars are out. Wait, what was that sound? A chair moving? steps? I know David is sleeping. The dogs are downstairs, and the cats beside me. Or were. They just fluffed, hissed and ran. Whiskey tango foxtrot? Whatever. Crap the bottle is empty and I do not feel like moving. Screw it, I'm going to sleep. ******** She falls asleep, glass on the table beside her, naked in moonlight, as her fans blow air over her body. Slightly overweight, she has curves in all the right places, size 38D cup breasts, full, with large saucer like nipples which begged to be sucked. Her legs are long and full, ripped with muscle under the soft exterior. Her lips remain slightly parted as if waiting for the kiss to bring her to her full awakened state. ******** The dream. I am being touched, my legs are held apart and I feel hands everywhere. lips, teeth, tongues, all tasting touching, nipping. It feels so good! May I never wake. Suddenly, two mouths are attached to my breasts, both sucking hard until little drops of colostrum bead and spill into their waiting tongues. I hear nothing, see nothing, just feel. My vagina aches, feels hot and flutters at each pull of my nipples. All while I am massaged in just the right spots. Kisses over my belly, my pelvic bone, my clit! OH GOD! My vagina and breasts are connected! Each tug, each lick...I come undone, squirting- ******* Why am I dreaming of squirting I hate squirting. It is so embarrassing-Why can't I move?! I can't see anything! WHAT THE FUCK! ******* Hands, tongues, mouths leave imprints on the body but are invisible to her eyes. Slowly, a dick is pressed into her. She begins to shout but is restrained by a hand over her nose and mouth, restricting her air. A fast learner, she calms and gives in to the feelings created, as her body betrays her needs. The dick is long, full, and thick. As it slowly fucks her it expands, and goes faster. She is creaming all over it, and drags more into her body. Riding it even as she is restrained. ********* Oh, please! YES! This feels so good. I am being fucked by an invisible man...men? OH MY GOD! FUCK ME! ********* She feels the squirt of cum inside her, jets of it shooting deep inside her. Her milk shoots into a mouth she cannot see, but dribbles visually down the chin. It feels so good! Her vagina squeezes and milks the penis buried within until there is nothing left and still she wants more. ******** I-AM-CUMMING!! ******** Just as she cums, a second dick enters her, thinner, longer, into her anus, as the other draws out and slams into her again. ******** Please no more! I am so full! OH-GOG, that feels GOOD! DON'T STOP! This feels so- ******* She passes out from the pleasure. Slipping out, silence. ******* Gradually I awaken from my dream. Wow, that was some dream. I feel so USED right now! I feel so good. Please let me have another dream like that! I rub my hands over my body and feel soreness on my left breast. ******* The mark is there. Red, puffy, it is obvious someone has been there with her. ******* Holy shit. IT was real. Am I alone? Can we do it again? Where are you? Are you out there? Please come again... Are You...? Pt. 02 Author's Note: This takes place right after the first chapter. The original chapter was intended for Mind Control. The comments of that story influenced me to revisit the two unnamed characters. What they would think after their hypnosis fueled fantasy, and how they could move forward. That said, I wrote this from two first person perspectives. I hope you enjoy. This part is not submitted to any contests, but I still welcome votes and comments. Thank you for reading. ***** The Wife I must be... Sick? Twisted.? Evil? When the bliss of the afterglow of our lustful orgasms faded, the ramifications of what I had done started to fill my brain. I wasn't happy with my actions. I had manipulated my husband. I had taken some twisted hypnotic fantasy and dropped him into it without his knowledge. While I was stewing in my thoughts... He slept. Was he comfortable being an adulterer? Being a cuckold? Neither of those words would I use to describe my husband. Now, instead of being content and happy in his arms, I was uncomfortable. His presence didn't bring contentment, but more questions. Our talk was interrupted, we'd both confessed to straying eyes, but we both knew that was our limit. Was it really, though? The damn thing wasn't even supposed to work. The ancient website where I downloaded the script, and printed out Saturday afternoon, was filled with comments like: "This is bullshit." "Hypnosis won't work like this." "You can't do something under hypnosis that would go against your morals." I just thought it was a hot fantasy scenario. I didn't think he'd actually be hypnotized. I definitely didn't think I could be that suggestible. I figured he'd call my bluff when I tried to induce him, but when he actually went into a trance, I went along with my plan. "I'm a pretty fucked up bitch," I thought to myself, no longer comfortable lying in his arms. That one comment on the site haunted my thoughts, "You can't do something..." What did that mean, that I could be an adulteress? That I was on the verge of being a homewrecker? That my husband was on the brink of having a one-night stand while on the road? That he would try to hide those thoughts from me, and that I did hide my thoughts from him, for so many weeks. I could feel my eyes well up. If I started to cry I'd wake him up. I didn't want to do that, I didn't want to face my own reckless actions, be held accountable. Not yet. I would, soon. First I needed to wash myself, I felt dirty. Even though the only man I touched was my husband, I wanted to cleanse myself of anything from that fucked up mall where we'd met. Holding back my tears, and swallowing the sobs that threatened to come pouring out, I slipped from under his arm. I slid back off the bed, the white negligee teasing my vision as I looked at him. The fucker just kept on sleeping. That made my tears flow, and a sob escape. I fled to the bathroom, trying to close the door before I broke down. I tore off the white frilly thing, and stood naked in the bathroom. One hand covering my face as I cried. I started the shower, hoping the water would cover any noise from my remorseful sobs. I stood with both hands over my eyes waiting for the water to heat up. The Husband After our climax, I couldn't sleep. The guilt and shame I felt at cheating on my wife ate at my gut. I did the only thing that felt right in the moment, I faked sleeping. "What's one more little lie in a marriage built with lies," I rationalized. I hadn't known I was hypnotized, I didn't think that hypnosis worked. I had no firm memory of anything the night before, the only thing I remembered was turning off the phone so the light wouldn't bother me. Everything else was hazy, falling asleep on the sofa, reading to my wife. No details just faded images. I was freaked out that I didn't recognize my own wife, now that all my memories had returned. Could hypnosis really do that? I didn't think it could make you do something you were morally opposed to? Fuck. If that was true, then I was a step away from being that cheating husband, with a girl in every town. Fuck. That wasn't who I wanted to be, it wasn't fair to her. I felt a knot build in my stomach as I thought of her. Did she know what she was doing? I had read that page of boring repetitive text to her while she watched that glowing light. Was she hypnotized too. I recalled the words we'd said to each other. So strange, not what a normal conversation would be. "Are you?" echoed by "I must...," such inane dialog. Were those programmed by her hypnosis. Fuck. What kind of woman would hypnotize her husband to have some freakish thrill from a cheating fantasy. Not to mention tossing in exhibitionism. Though, that was kinda hot, fucking in a dressing room. God that made me so hard, she was so into it, too. Teasing me, then sucking me off, then letting me fuck her. Fuck. Did she like getting fucked by another man? The fucking whore. I felt her body tremble as I feigned sleep, then she slowly wormed from under my arm. I barely caught sight of her face as she slipped off the bed and looked back at me. She was so stricken, so sad. I almost opened my eyes right then, but I didn't want to face the music just yet. I was still spiraling through the guilt of my own actions. I was angry about what she'd done, and pushed me to do. Did she want us to be that couple? The couple that were roommates more than husband and wife. The couple that ignored that the other was involved sexually with another man or another woman. That couldn't be what she intended. I remember her saying, "Relax, I'm not going to cheat on you." Within a half a day, that became the darkest lie. I blinked my eyes open as she shut the bathroom door, then I heard her. She was sobbing, crying hard, almost inconsolable. She was mad at me, I knew it. Shocked that I would have sex with another woman. This was going to be the end of our marriage. I didn't even have a choice, she'd programmed me to play out this game. She didn't even ask if I wanted to play, to feel what it would feel like to cheat, and be cheated upon. I didn't like the feelings, not in the moment, nor reliving it. The lust and passion were one thing, but the self-recrimination I felt in the process, and even more in the aftermath, was worse. They scarred my soul. My thoughts driving home were a mess. What would I tell her, what would she think. Even her patio blowjob wasn't fully enjoyable because I was worried she'd taste my unfaithfulness on my rigid cock. Fuck. She was crying, and the water was going. I need to talk with her, I couldn't wait anymore. The Wife I needed a newer loofa. This one wasn't scrubbing hard enough. Through my sobs, I was trying to take at least the first layer of my skin off. I wanted to be someone else. I didn't like myself at all, and I wasn't much thrilled with my slumbering husband either. How could he sleep when I was so distraught? Fucker. He was a good fucker, almost a different kind of fucker when he wasn't fucking me, but some stray random girl he found in a fucking mall. Okay, I was getting pissed. How come he'd taken such a dominant role with that girl, but with me, it was always gentle? Didn't he know that sometimes I wanted to know he wanted me in such a primal way? Why couldn't he be that way fucking me from time to time? Why was I the one to initiate things, the lube jobs, the maintenance sex. It was all started by me. Sometimes I wanted him to come home, drop his godforsaken luggage at the door and push me over the back of the couch. At least then I'd know he wanted me. Shit, the door opened. He probably just needs to pee, he won't come in the shower. He is probably disgusted by the thought of me, only too lazy to walk down the hall to use the other restroom. Fuck. He is looking at me. His face, so worried, angry, sad, remorseful. Why is he a wreck? I'm the fucked up one, he wasn't even aware of what I had done until just a few minutes ago. Does he really blame himself for fucking me in the mall? Is he mad because he thinks I fucked some random dude? Fuck this whole thing is a mess, a horrible mess. Goddammit he's making cry again. Crying into his chest, his strong arms holding me close. His body is shaking, oh fuck, is he crying? He is, we're both so screwed up. It's all my fault, I need to tell him. I'll need to say I'm sorry. I looked up at him, and opened my mouth. "Honey, I'm sorry..." he said, and he really meant it. I beat on his chest, dammit he took my line. "No, love," I said finally, my fingers tracing lines in his soaked chest hair, "I'm sorry, I really fucked up. I used you. You had no idea what was going on. I was so so so wrong." "No, it wasn't just you," he said, his eyes leaking. I knew they were tears because he was taller than the shower head. He was so big and strong, I loved how he towered over me, and made me feel a bit small, but always protected. I wanted to feel that again, and the remnants of that feeling started to build as he kept talking. "I might have been hypnotized, but I sought it out too. I followed her into the store, I followed her into the dressing room. I fucked her, well you, but her. I didn't know it was you until the trance broke. But it felt like it could have happened. I am torn up that I cheated on you. With you." I looked at him, so strong, but also so vulnerable in that moment. I slipped my arms along his back, and hooked my hands over the backs of his shoulders. Craning up on my tiptoes I kissed his lips. His face was rough, the days worth of stubble made him feel more strong and powerful. Yet, here he was crying about his weakness in the shower. It only made me think of him as stronger. "No lover," I said, "I was tranced too, and I wanted what happened in the mall. I hungered to feel someone just take me. I wanted to feel the illicit thrill of being with someone that wasn't you. I wanted to be taken, hard by a strange lover. I'm sorry, baby. I hate that I did. I hated that I felt that way. But in the moment, I wanted it." He clung to me, and he cried into my shoulder and I weeped in his chest. The warm water flowing over us felt like it was cleansing a wound as we just sobbed in our own remorse. I leaned back and pushed his head up. Looking in his eyes. "It is all my fault," I said, "I hypnotized you without warning, I triggered you to talk with the white flower hair clip girl. It was all part of this stupid scenario I researched on the internet. I fucked up, and did it without telling you. You are innocent. I fucked with your mind. Please forgive me." He looked at me, his eyes flicking between focusing on one of my eyes then the other. The pause was unbearable, as he tried to focus on me. His own thoughts must have been racing, he was going to pull away from me at any moment. He had to hate me, to take so fucking long to talk. "I love you, always," he said, "So I forgive you. But I need forgiveness too. Not only for the fucked up things I did today. More I need forgiveness for not making YOU a bigger priority than my job, or my career. I have my priorities all fucked up. I'm worried about taking care of you, and thinking that the way to do that is with money. I need to stop that and just take care of you. So please forgive me." The Husband The hot water of the shower was like a stream of scalding lava at first. She had the water turned up so hot. But it cleared my mind. I was able to think past the immediate things, the fucked up thing I did and she did. I focused on what would bring us both to this point. The only person responsible for that was me. I'd let my career become more important than my wife. I'd let money and power become my idols. Even when I was home, I was always thinking of the next deal, the next client. It was like I was addicted to the stream of cash. We weren't rich, but we weren't poor. We had a lot more than what we needed. In fact what we needed was more of us, and less of everything else. If I had been doing my job, keeping her happy, making her feel safe. None of this would have happened. Her plea for forgiveness almost broke my heart. How could she think herself responsible for what was ultimately my responsibility? Why would she take them blame, for my massive fuck up? She was right, I was an unwitting accomplice in her manipulative game. The game wouldn't have ever been played if I was taking care of her the way she deserved. As I accepted her heartfelt apology and then started in on mine, her eyes softened. I wasn't sure if I had said everything correctly. I was caught up in the moment, and felt like I was blabbering out nonsense. If I was, it appeared like she was scooping it up like a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Finally she pressed a finger to my lips. "I forgive you, lover," she said, her hurt face finally smoothing, then creasing into a smile, "All I ever want is you, just you." "Me too, baby," I said and kissed her. The first deep and meaningful kiss of the night. An honest to god Valentine's Day kiss. We both responded, my cock swelled as she kissed me deeper. Her skin felt more alive than either of the previous couplings. Her movements fluid and caring. She wanted me, she wanted to be close to me. I wanted her, I wanted to surround her. I wanted to be in her. Her fingers found my shaft, and ran her palm up and down, the water making the friction feel different than bare skin. It wasn't slippery, but it didn't matter. Her hand felt like a touch of heaven. We had a lot of things to discuss, I had to resign from my job. We'd live off savings for a while. Fuck. I was doing it again. I opened my eyes, and looked down at her eyes, they were full of love, and also welling with need. Everything we'd done earlier in the day was nullified in an instant. The heat of passion I felt for my wife was palpable, and unmatched. She was mine, and I was hers. I wanted to show her that, and she wanted to feel that. My kiss was deep and possessive. My hands and arms pulling her smaller body into mine. Lifting her off the tiled floor as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her calves around my hips. My cock was pressed against my belly by her hips. Her breasts pillowed against my chest. I held her tight. My mouth sealed over hers, my tongue exploring her mouth. I could hold her like this forever. She tightened her arms around my neck, and rolled her hips, drawing her core back from me. I pressed her against the wall of the shower, and reached down under her thigh to grab my shaft. I parted the kiss, and she looked at me with eyes full of love and lust. I slid my crown between her nether lips, feeling the heat and her arousal coat the head. Then I was entering her, she relaxed her hips and fell onto my cock. Her pussy surrounded my shaft until her bottom pressed against my thighs. "Oh mnnh," she whimpered, "Yes, you fill me up, you. just. fit. so. good." She seemed tighter, then as I pulled back, I remembered that she had a butt plug in. God that made her cunt feel better. The thought of that jeweled thing in her ass, fired up my passions more. She leaned back into the tiles, and I drew my hips back then fired forward, slamming her back against the tile. We fucked. We fucked hard. Fired up by emotions, and fueled by love and lust. Her hair was plastered to the side of her face, and strands stuck to the tile behind her as she tossed her head. She only had eyes for me, they were fixed on mine, and mine on hers. We were in our own bubble, just us. Husband and wife. We purged any image of things that had gone wrong prior to this moment. We connected in a carnal, primal way as my hands pressed her against the wall. My hips hammered into her, her thighs parted and lifted. Her ankles gripping under the cheeks of my ass as she pulled me back into her with each thrust. I wanted to be deeper inside her. Her eyes blazed as she stared into me. I pulled back, my cock leaving her pulsing passage. Her panicked look almost tore me apart. "Noooo," she complained, "Not yet, I was close." "Turn around," I commanded, "spread your legs." She smiled at my commanding tone. I felt her thrill at the sound of my command. Her man was taking charge. She slipped to her toes then spun around. Her head continued until she was looking over her shoulders at me. Her feet backed away from the wall, and spread apart. She rolled her ass against my hard cock. I pressed my hand under her neck, pressing her face against the cool tile, and then grabbed my shaft and slipped it into her molten cunt under that jeweled plug. Her mouth opened and moaned as she felt my thrust deep inside her. My hips ground into her ass, as she reared back, pressing against me. My hand slapped at her ass, stinging her with my fingers. Her eyes flared and she ground back more. "You like that?" I asked gruffly, "You like your husband taking you from behind." "Yes, fuck," she stammered as I started fucking her hard, "oh fuck fuck fuck, yes, dammit, fuck me.. make me yours ... yours forever." My hand slipped up gripping a handful of her wet blonde tresses. I gripped and pulled back, my elbow in her spine, compressing her body into the tiled wall. Her hips drove back into my fevered thrusts. Her mouth opened, gasping for breath as I took her as hard as I ever had. Her eyes flared, rolling back as my balls swung up and tapped at her engorged clit. I was racing now, trying to stay ahead of my peak, wanting to fuck her harder, take her deeper, higher. Make her mine, totally mine, completely mine. She bucked back and then tossed her head back into my clinging fist. Her hips quaked as her insides convulsed. Her knees buckled, and I wrapped my free arm under her abdomen to support her. I fired my hips hard, then slammed in deep and emptied my balls inside my wife's womb. "You're mine," I growled, "I'm yours." I stayed like that for long moments, my cock pulsing inside her clenching cunt. Her body trembling with the aftershocks of multiple orgasms. She looked back at me, a cloud of wet blond eyes obscuring her vision, and her eyes warmed with passion and love. "Oh yes," she sighed, "yours, only yours, forever yours." I embraced her, and as my cock drew out she turned back to me. Fitting her body into mine as the water started to cool. Our overheated flesh needed the spray, but it soon turned too cool, and I shut it off. We embraced in the humid air of our shower, fully naked and no longer ashamed. The Wife Yes. This. This was what I craved from him for so long, to take me and make me his. To handle me the way he wanted to. To fuck me, to use me, to make me cum, to cum inside me. To be fully his, to be fully owned and possessed. To feel secure and safe. All of those feelings welled up inside me. Not the fake emotions from the strange day of hypnotic suggestions and role play. Real. This was real. Oh please, make it be real. I need this man like this. How can I show him that? How can I tell him that? I reached for a towel and I dried him off. I started at this back. He tried to move, to reciprocate. I stopped him with a touch. My eyes lifting to him while my head stayed bowed. "No," I said, "please, let me care for you, let me dry you." He nodded, and I took my time. Drying his back, I kissed his neck. Drying his ass, I kissed his spine and shoulders. Drying his thighs I kissed his buttocks. Drying his thighs I kissed the tops of his feet. Then I moved around and stood. I kissed his lips, tenderly. Looking into his eyes, I pushed as much love into my stare as I could. Unabashed worship for my loving husband. I dried his chest as I kissed his lips. I dried his chest as I kissed his abdomen. I kissed his belly button as I dried his genitals, his cock stiffening again. I smiled, it was a thrill to know I still had that effect on him. I kissed his cock as I dried his thighs. I sucked on his balls as I dried his feet. Then he was dry. Erect. I stood back and admired my man. My husband, the master of my life. Are You Ready! I was not surprised to find you already naked and sprawled comfortably on the bed when I entered the playroom. You jumped up, taking your hands off of your genitals, to hug me. I let you rub yourself against me while I ran my hands up and down your back tenderly for a minute and then tickled down your left side. This, of course, turned into a brief wrestling-tickle fest. I pushed you backwards onto the bed and looped your wrists, which brought an immediate pout to your lips. I set the tether so that you had quite a bit of range without being able to reach your hardening member. Such a torment this caused you! As I was restraining your ankles you twisted your ass trying to maneuver for a better reach to no avail. I kneeled on the bed next to you, "Stop pouting and pay attention," I said. You were whining, and pleading with your eyes, refusing to focus on what I was saying. I swatted your thigh with open hand for sound, but no sting. "Look at me and pay attention," I repeated. You begged for your favorite cock ring. I gave a sharper slap to your thigh as I got up and walked to the chest against the wall. "If you do not pay attention to me, we will not be able to play today," I said as I picked up the studded length of leather from where you had set it on your way into the playroom and dropped it into a drawer. I had your attention. I returned to the bed and propped myself up next to you, close enough to feel heat, but not touching. "Tell me about your safe word." The combination of terror and excitement that passed across your face was delightful. Last time we had this conversation you had almost stopped the session as I pressed your boundaries. "Um ... do I have to?" "If you want your birthday present, you have to." "Um ... OK." You were using your little boy voice and looking at me with puppy-dog eyes. "If I say no or stop, it does not really mean no; it just means I am choosing to resist you. But if I get too scared, I must say my first name. If I say my first name, you will stop and talk to me about what I need to feel safe and continue. If I really want to stop fast, I need to say, 'Dwain is done' or 'Dwain stop now' or something like that and then you will untie me fast and help me get myself back together." To show how good you had done, I opened the curtain between this room and the next. You never knew if there was someone watching or not, but it did not matter. The thought of who might be there was enough to bring a grin to your face. I ran the back of my hand gently from your right toe up the side of your leg and torso to your chin and back down the other side. You twisted toward my hand with your pelvis trying to rub yourself against me. I tormented you in this fashion, watching you writhe and twist, for a few minutes and then glanced toward the adjoining window. You caught my glance and looked at me curiously. "Is there anyone in there today?" "Would you like me to check" I toyed. "Yes please," you said, knowing full well that if someone had slipped in there it was because they were part of the day's game. I am focused here. This next couple minutes may be difficult for you. I know you have been curious but afraid of exploring yourself with a man, so I have set this all up very carefully to help you feel safe. I open the door to the viewing room and peek in as if I do not know what is there. I look at you with a cautious grin. "The person in there is naked and blindfolded." "What is the point of that?" you ask. "He says his master will let him listen but not watch today. He asked if he might be allowed to come in and sit in the corner to hear more clearly. The speakers are not nearly as good as being in the same room, he says." I watch you get tense, but you do not say no. I wait for nearly a minute to let you get used to the idea, watching you squirm nervously, but remain fully erect. "Joel, give me your hand and I will lead you to the chair." The skinny young man sits in the chair and rests his hands on the armrests as he has been instructed, making no effort to hide his hardness from you view. I return to the bed, grabbing your long braid and using it to tickle your ear while looking sweetly in your eyes. "Do you trust me?" "I think so ..." "Joel, would you please reach to your left and get me the things in the second drawer down?" I reach for the dildo and allow you to see it briefly before I set it down between my knees and your hip, along with the tube of gel. It is a bit larger than the one I usually use with you and your eyes reflect that you noticed this. I run my finger from one side of your pubic hair, up around your navel, and back down the other side, still looking in your eyes. I brush my cheek against yours without allowing you to kiss me, though you do try. I ask you if you are ready. Even though you look a bit leery, you eagerly spread your legs wide and lift your knees as much as you can with the straps around your ankles. I put some lube on the toy and slid it in watching your relief as it glides in easily. "It feels funny," you say, moving your hips up off the bed and straining to reach with your hands. "I used something to make you feel it more tonight. Do you like it?" "Please let me touch myself," you beg. "No, Sweetie, you cannot touch yourself yet. You are still being punished for coming without permission last time." You whimper a long moaning "aaaawwww" and squirm some more. "Will you turn on the vibrator, then, paah-leeese?" "This one does not have a vibrator Darling, but it has the special gel." "Yaaahhh, I know. It's making me crazy" you whimper. "Can I have my cock ring, then?" you stammer. "Not yet," I say, teasing you with feather-light caresses along your belly and thighs. I brush my face near yours, then down your chest and belly, but do not touch your erection. You alternate between trying to brush yourself up against me, trying to reach yourself, and grinding your ass down to shift the dildo buried there. After a few minutes you ask again to be cinched up. "Only if Joel can put it on for you," I say gently, watching as you curl your shoulders forward, this is your tell that lets me know you are about to submit to my direction. "NO" you say with contrived force. "OK. It is your choice; we can leave it in the drawer this time." You are still shifting around a lot from the tingling in your ass. This makes you moan as you ask, "Please, you put it on me." "No, Dwain. If you want your jewels collared, you will have to let Joel do the honors. He can do it with the blindfold on so he cannot see your face." "Ohhh, oookk-aaay, if you promise he won't hurt me." "Joel, please reach into the top drawer and crawl over on your knees to the bed. Dwain will be a good boy and hold still for you so you do not hurt him." I can see you are having a difficult time holding still as you watch the strange man creeping over on his knees. You appear to be intrigued and tense, but not scared. You cannot hide your pleasure as he gently lifts your balls and cups his hand around them to snug them against your dick while he adeptly puts on your favorite apparatus. Your shoulders and neck drop to the bed as he drops his hands to his side. I think you liked that more than you will thought you would. I give a quick twist to the dildo to reactivate the sensation of the gel. You arch your back and beg to have your hand let free. I stroke your hips and thighs roughly, but ignore your plea. You lift your head to see me, trying to lift and thrust your stiffness at my mouth, but I know your game and keep just barely out of reach until you drop back down with a moan. Your eyes are glassy with desire now. "Joel, stand up, please." I guide him to rest his legs on the edge of the bed so his dick is within reach of your hand. You stare at it and twist yourself trying futilely to reach your own cock. I point to Joel's member and very softly I ask you, "Would you like to touch?" "No," you whimper. Your hand is twitching with indecision. I use the back of your hand to softly rub Joel's thigh. When you do not resist, I move you to his staff. You realize he is not circumcised and gently inspect the goods in your hand. Joel quietly sighs and pushes toward your hand. You instinctively wrap your hand around him and make him moan before letting go. You try again to reach your own frantic need. I dance my fingertips upon your aching balls and cock, as you twist and turn in pleasure. You are doing so well I decide to push to the next level. "Joel, let me help you onto the bed so Dwain can get a real good look at you. I don't think he has ever seen an uncut one up close." Joel stands and I guide him, watching your face for signs that this is too much for you. You are caught up in the moment. You are not quite sure, but you show no resistance at all. I settle him on your chest so that he is very near your mouth. I am sure you can smell him. Joel, as he was previously instructed, handles himself slowly in every direction to give you a good look. "Why can he touch himself?" "Stop whining or I will make you taste of him!" "But I want to touch myself too" I gently push Joel's ass cheeks so that his dick is resting on your lower face. You close your mouth but do not turn away. I reward you by dancing my fingers from the tip of your cock down to a quick twist of the toy in your ass. When you arch, Joel leans forward and back again to keep his balance, pressing himself on your closed mouth. "Reach out with your tongue and taste. Give it a try." You close your eyes and do as instructed, moaning with want and disbelief. You are becoming uncomfortable with your need for release. You are rocking your ass down to shift the dildo and then swaying up to try to touch Joel's back, but he is not close enough. You could not tell me to stop now if you wanted to, so I make the decision to ease up on the new territory for you. I help Joel climb off the bed and stand where you can reach him if you wish. I untie your feet and run my hands up and down your legs before reaching to undo your hands. Joel has been instructed to jerk off now, and he reaches for himself as you reach for yourself. "Easy there sweetie, you must not finish before your new friend," I say sternly. You groan, slowing your strokes and watching for the spurts that are your release. Somehow you manage to hold off until the first beads drop onto your chest before you spurt your own jism all over yourself. Joel reaches to rub your belly with your combined efforts, sending you into another wave of aftershock. Joel slowly drops to sit on the floor while you lie motionless for several minutes. I reach to remove the dildo and you rock a bit more in glorious afterglow. I lead Joel back to the viewing room. You can hear his master telling him he has been a good boy and can take off the blindfold as soon as he gets to the car. You eye me, but fail to show the disbelief you intended at being watched by yet another man. You cannot suppress another rocking motion and moan. "I will be upstairs when you are ready to get up ..." and very softly, "You did very good tonight." It is nearly fifteen minutes before you join me with a grin and no words. You kiss my neck, and then I allow you to kiss me full on the lips before you head to your truck and toward home. I am quite sure the memory of tonight will pleasure your private moments for quite some weeks. Are You Ready? After much convincing I decided to go out with my friend to a local club. I had been feeling kind of down in the dumps lately. But, my friend had assured me that we would have a great time. So, I scanned my closet trying to figure out what I would wear. Finally, I found just the thing, my black crushed velvet mini-dress. And I had the perfect pair of heels to wear with it. Before I knew it, it was 9:00 and she was at my door. I gathered my jacket and purse and we were on our way to "The Underground". I was starting to feel a bit better just at the fact I was getting out for a while. Deep inside I knew that tonight would be a good night, because no matter what we did, we always had fun. Always. Once we arrived at the club we took a good look around and then headed over to the bar to order a couple of drinks. For a Saturday night it was still a little early but it was already starting to fill up. I noticed this guy standing across the room with a couple of his friends and I couldn't help but think to myself how nice looking he was. A couple of minutes passed and I glanced over again. He was still there and this time when I turned that way he was looking right at me. He smiled. I thought to myself, "My God, good looks and a great smile too." I got distracted by something my friend said and when I looked around the club again I couldn't seem to notice him anywhere. Just then, the music stopped playing and someone came on-stage to announce the first band. As the members came on-stage I just smiled, for it was the guy I had been admiring. So we grabbed our drinks and started to move a bit closer to the stage. As the music started I became totally captured by this man on stage. He had long beautiful dark hair, a handsome face and the most striking eyes I had ever seen. I thought to myself, "This is going to be a good night." The more I watched him move on that stage, the more I wanted to know him. He was in between songs and announcing the other members of the band when he looked down and saw me standing there and smiled again. For the rest of their set he kept looking at me and I grew more and more attracted to him. Just watching him was intoxicating to me. After they finished we walked back away from the stage a bit. Glancing over my shoulder I noticed him walking towards us. Reaching out he took my hand in his and instantly I felt butterflies in my stomach. I looked up at him and he gave me another one of his terrific smiles. I introduced myself and my friend. We spent the rest of the night caught up in our own little world. And before we knew it, it was time for the place to close. He told me that he just had to help get his equipment all loaded up and then he would love to be the one to give me a ride home. It only took a second for me to tell him, "I would love for you to take me home." He finally finished and came over to me and said, "Are you ready?" I just nodded with a smile, "Yes." As we climbed in his truck and shut the doors we looked at each other, both smiling. Then he leaned over and put his hand on the side of my face and kissed me. I looked up at him and felt no need to hold back and play shy. So, I kissed him back and before we knew it things were heating up quite nicely. He slid over on the seat and I climbed onto his lap. Of course, since I was wearing a mini-dress it was now hiked up to my hips. My hands were up around his neck and my fingers through his hair. His hands were roaming quite freely up my thighs and around to my cheeks. I could feel him growing hard underneath me. I thought to myself, "I want him NOW!" So, I climbed off his lap and told him we should get going. Thankfully I didn't live far from the club at all. I couldn't stop touching him. I ran my hand up his thigh. Then I rested it on his stomach just above the top of his pants. I gave him some directions and then leaned over and started kissing his ear. And then I moved my kisses slowly down his neck. I slid my leg up over his. He reached over and grabbed my hand and said, "Do you see what you are doing to me?" He had my hand and was rubbing it up and down his pants. I could feel how hard he was getting. He parked his truck and we made our way to the door. I was fumbling for my keys. He was behind me and pulled my hair aside and was kissing my neck. As soon as he did that I felt shivers go straight down my leg and it turned me on completely. I finally managed to get the door open. Once inside the gloves were off. As I turned to close the door he was behind me again. My hands reached up behind me and slid around his neck while he continued to kiss my neck. His hands were tracing the side of my body and then they came up to cup my breasts. With continuous shivers shooting down my body his hands fell down to my waist. I turned around and reached down and grabbed hold of his hand and walked with him to the couch. He sat down and I climbed on top of him. The kissing continued harder and deeper. He leaned me over and lay me down and he was on top of me now. Our hands were roaming and exploring each other. He told me how he loved the feel of my dress. We both kicked off our shoes and boots. He ran his hands up my thighs and his fingers found the edge of my panties. It felt like the temperature in the room was 110 degrees. As he slid his fingers inside my panties a quiet moan escaped from my lips. I reached down and undid his pants. Once I got them undone I climbed off of him and pulled them off completely. As I stood before him, he pulled my thong down and I stepped out of it. He could feel how wet I was. And he slid two of his fingers inside of my pussy. SHE felt so tight and he was thinking how he wanted to taste HER. He moved down and with his hand he pulled my dress up higher now exposing my belly. Kissing me lightly across my stomach he probed his fingers deep inside of me. I leaned back on the couch and my hands fell down around his head and he moved down towards my pussy. His tongue quickly found my little button and he began to lick at my pussy lips lightly. Glancing up he watched me as my head tilted back he knew how he was making me feel. Still sliding his fingers in and out of my tightness I wrapped my legs around his neck pulling him in closer. It wasn't long before I came. He loved how I tasted and he could have done this to me again and again. And he would. After I came he looked up at me and was trying to figure out what I wanted. No need to wonder. I sat up and pushed him back with a firm hand and kneeled before him. I wanted to bring him the same kind of pleasure that he had just brought me. So, I brought my lips down to meet the head of his cock. I licked him lightly a few times. Enjoying teasing him a bit and then swallowed his cock. I could hear by the sounds made that he was enjoying my mouth wrapped around his shaft. In and out I took all of him. I moved faster and faster while my other hand played with his balls. I could feel him start to tense a bit and I knew that he was getting close. So, I continued sucking him off and suddenly my mouth was flooded with the taste of him. As I wiped my mouth I climbed on top of him. Teasingly I hovered over his cock, just touching him lightly and then I let him enter me. I arched my back as I was riding him and I could feel him hitting my special spot. Moving up and down on him faster and faster. Suddenly I exclaimed and I could feel myself tighten around him. He had his hands on my hips and pulled me off of him and walked behind me. I leaned up against the back of the couch and he slid his cock inside my hole again. Thrusting in me. I had a good grip on the couch and he had a handful of my hair with one hand. As he pulled me back a bit I could feel him penetrating deeper. With his other hand he reached down and began rubbing my clit. I exclaimed to him, "I want you to fuck me harder!!" So, he did exactly what I asked of him. Harder and harder he fucked me. He stopped holding my hair and rubbing my clit and grabbed hold of my hips and thrust inside of me faster and faster. Suddenly, he lets out a loud moan and I could feel him throbbing inside of my pussy. I knew this would be an interesting night. Are You Ready? You arrive home late evening and on your desk propped up against the PC is a plain white envelope. On the front is just your name 'Fiona' written by a fountain pen in red ink. The handwriting is flowing and bold and your name is underlined. You study it in your hands. It feels expensive and it elicits your curiosity. After considering it for a moment weighing the envelope in your hand you turn it over. It is sealed with red wax. Unusual. There is some sort of coat of arms stamped in the bright red wax and all you can make out is what looks a wolf or a dog on the outline of a shield. It takes just a moment to open the letter and you take out a single sheet of matching paper folded in two. There is an unusual fragrance coming from the paper, not unpleasant but like nothing you have ever encountered before. You push this sensation from your mind to turn your attention to the message. In the same handwriting the red ink reads... "Aloha Fiona, Are you ready to trust me? I wonder. Well let's see. Outside will be a white car with dark windows and a small Scottish flag above the front wheel arch. Get inside if you dare and I will take care of you. It will take you to the Caledonian Hotel in town. Let someone know where you are, you will be shown to room 110. Take your phone with you and ask a friend to phone you in two hours to check you are all right. Are you ready? I wonder. I wish only the best for you. Dog." You are surprised. Your mind fills with questions. How did he find me? What cheek, we only talked yesterday. Who does he think he is? You find you are getting a little angry at the intrusion. As you sit on the edge of your bed you look at the now discarded note on your desk. 'Are you ready?' it said. The anger subsides and you start to wonder yourself "Am I ready?" Without really thinking about it you look up the hotels number and then text your best friend. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. You wonder what you think you are doing. He could be any sort of a weirdo, but he didn't sound like one. Well not too much anyway. Besides you can look after yourself. You go outside the adrenaline starting to flow and the excitement building. There as you knew it would be is the car, a white Lexus. You look for a moment and as you go to open the door, "Let me do that for you Miss Fiona." A large young man in a dark suit opens the door for you. You jump a little at first and then ask "Dog?" "No Miss, my name is Walker. I will take you to your rendezvous." You tilt your head a little as you look at him for a moment. "Thank you". You get inside the car and the door closes with a comforting thud. You make yourself comfortable in the leather seat and you start to wonder what to expect. Questioning Walker is no use; he politely tells you he is unable to answer any questions for you. It is only a few minutes until you arrive at the hotel and Walker opens the door for you. Almost immediately a bellboy meets you "Please follow me Miss Fiona." You silently follow as he escorts you through the lavish hotel lobby to the elevator and up one floor. He lets you out of the elevator first and then leads you to room 110. He stops and opens the door. You look for some change for him but he only tells you "That has all been taken care of Miss" and leaves you standing outside all alone now. Gingerly you enter the room. You expect to find a bedroom but instead you enter what looks like a drawing room. You guess you must be in a suite but you can't be sure. "Dog?" you whisper. It is almost like you don't want to find him there. No response. "Dog" you call a little louder this time. Still there is no reply. "Fuck him" you think, "I don't need a weirdo annoying me". You enter the room determined to put this person called Dog in his place, close the door behind you and on the drawing room on a table in the middle of the room there is a vanity case and another envelope. You approach a little warily, this is all making you feel, what? You are not sure. Uncomfortable? Sort of but more excited, the anticipation but you are not sure of what. Sort of scary but intriguing, like watching a scary movie. Wanting to hide your eyes but desperate to know what is happening. You smell the same strange scent that you did before. It seeps into your consciousness and you feel the feeling of anger ebbing and you focus on the stylised script on the envelope. There seems to be no one around so you pick up the envelope. It looks the same as the first with your name in ink on the front and sealed in the same way on the back. "Aloha Fiona, It pleases me you are here. Go to the bathroom. In the vanity case you will find some underwear and behind the door there are some clothes I have selected for you. Put them on. The go to the window and wait. Dog xx" "Typical" you think "wants me to dress up all kinky". You take a moment to make your mind up whether to get out of here or go to see what is waiting for you. It certainly was not your intention to even consider a request like this but you find your self becoming intrigued like a little girl wondering what is in the birthday present. You notice that your breathing is a little faster and you feel a little tingly at the thought of what might happen. What could happen? Decided you pick up the vanity case and seeing the bathroom door open beside the front door you tentatively go inside. The bathroom is huge, all marble and a sunken bath. There is a dressing area and you set the case down on the seat there. Behind the door is a rather smart suit. You are puzzled. You expected something leather maybe PVC. You are starting to feel a little bruised mentally. Nothing is as you keep expecting it to be. The suit is dark blue with a fine pinstripe. You look at the label. Impressive and how did he know the size? You would only usually wear something like this to an interview but you hold it up against you. It is short but not as short as you expected, about four inches above the knee. Under the jacket is a black chiffon blouse. Plain but classic, nearly see through you note. Seems like he isn't a surprise all the time then. In the vanity case there is a set of blue underwear. The thong style panties are not too small but they are very sheer, matching the under wired front closing bra. They are well made but there are no labels. There is also a pair of sheer black hold-up stockings with a pair of dark blue court shoes. It is freaking you out a little. You would have been more comfortable if it had been all kinky like you expected but you are not sure what to make of it all. You change and tidy your hair and spray some scent left by the sink. It un-nerves you that the clothes fit so well and not too tight either. How did he know? The shoes seem just perfect. Not what you would usually wear but you still feel comfortable and you feel elegant. You walk out if the bathroom and over to the window your heels softly clicking on the wooden floor as your walk. Then you stand, not sure what will happen next. The curtains are open on the young night and you can see the lights outside. Cars and signs glowing in the night reflected in the wet of the rain that is now falling gently. You cannot see clearly as there is a net curtain protecting your privacy. After just a few moments you notice the lights in the room start to dim. You look around but see no one and in a moment the lights are out. You feel your heart start to pound in your chest now. As you are nearly ready to call it a day and leave you hear a voice. It is low but very clear. It reminds you of Sean Connery. It talks slowly but with purpose. "Look out of the window Fiona." "But who are...." You start to say. "Listen to me and do as I ask you Fiona." "Look...." "Don't speak till I ask you Fiona." The voice leaves no question it is to be obeyed and you go silent. You look out of the side of your eyes desperately trying to see who it is. What they look like. "You know who I am Fiona. You will do exactly as I ask and when I ask you. If you do not I will leave and I don't think you want that Fiona, not really. Now draw back the net at the window Fiona." You certainly will not comply with this mans wishes. But; it could do no harm, could it? Just to see what this all about and then you can leave. The voice seems to be closer now almost like a whisper in your ear. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you draw back the net to reveal the shimmering night scene before you. You look out seeing the office building across from you. Cleaners at work, some working late. People going about they're business in the street a floor below you. Cars and buses making they're way about town. "Very good Fiona now open the window an inch or two." You feel your body alert, a slight sweat on your back and your breathing quick. You open the window and you feel the cool night air rush in contrasting the warm room. You feel your nipples react to the slight chill and the hairs on your arms stand on end. "That is perfect Fiona." You feel like you can feel warm breath on your neck like a gentle caressing kiss, as you hear the voice but you cannot sense the presence of the owner of the voice. It's like a ghostly voice. Your mind starts to swirl with the thoughts that flood in. "Bare your neck for me Fiona." Your hand hooks the hair from your neck pulling it to the side. You jump a little as you feel something placed around your neck then you steady your nerves. You hear the jingle as a buckle is fastened and you realise that it is a dog collar that encircles your vulnerable neck. You feel it close around you but not too tight just firm. Still you have no sense of the person who is doing this to you. It is like a disembodied voice, almost supernatural it seems. You can smell the new leather over your scent and you swallow feeling the caress of the restraining band as you do so. "It suits you Fiona. Now slip the jacket from your shoulders, let it slip to the floor." You slip the jacket off your shoulders as instructed and shiver as it falls, the gentle breeze cutting through you in contrast to the warmth at your back. You hold your hands about you. Feeling their warmth but perhaps protecting your self also. "Can you see all the people out there Fiona?" "Yes" you answer. You are feeling very vulnerable now. "Anyone could look up here and see you Fiona. Perhaps they are now. Men imagining what they would like to do to you. Women too perhaps. They could be looking as I speak Fiona. Their eyes upon you, wanting you, desiring you. How does it make you feel Fiona?" You shiver but this time not from the chill. "It makes me feel I want to run." Your mind is spinning, what does the voice want? What is going on? You feel like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. Horrified and scared but unable to stop the events that have been set in motion. "Lower your arms Fiona. Let them see if they want to." You lower your arms the material rustling as you do so. You become very aware that the blouse is semi-transparent, self-conscious. "Starting at the top Fiona, undo the buttons on your blouse." You hesitate slightly. "Do it now Fiona." Your fingers go to the top button and reluctantly undo it. "Excellent Fiona. Now the rest." The next one follows and slowly you start to feel the cool air upon your skin, as the buttons are undone. You look down as you do this. To see what you are doing or in shame, it is hard to tell? You pull out the blouse from your skirt and it is now open. You are not quite exposed but not far from it. You feel invisible eyes upon you but can't be sure where they are or if they really are. You feel the goose bumps on your skin and you are aware of your chest rising and falling in the luxurious bra that holds you comfortingly. "Touch your breasts Fiona." The voice commands. As if it is happening to someone else you feel your right hand cup your left breast. The soft material against your fingertips, the touch ever so light. You feel like it is someone else who caresses you and you close your eyes. A finger follows the upper edge of your breast touching the smooth flesh and sending a warming shiver down your spine. Your head falls back as your finger slips just inside the cup and runs back up your breast. You feel the warm breath against your neck yet again, "Caress your nipple, tell me how it feels." The thoughts of other eyes watching disappear for the moment as you pass the palm of your hand softly over your nipple. You draw in your breath as you do this. "It feels hard; sensitive." You keep caressing unable to stop yourself now. You stroke the skin of your bare stomach as your right hand continues to massage your breast through the flimsy material of your bra. You feel the hardness of your nipple pressing, urgently into your palm. Your blouse is falling open now. "Tell me how you feel Fiona." "I feel warm inside. I feel sensitive. Shit I feel sexy. Horny." "You are sexy Fiona. Don't stop touching yourself. Someone may be enjoying you." This makes you gasp as you realise what is happening. That someone else might be watching you. But you don't stop. You can't stop even though you desperately want to. You press your legs together trying to apply pressure to your now gently swelling mound. You hear the gentle swish of nylon as your thighs press together. "You are nothing but a slut Fiona. A tease. You want those yes upon you don't you?" "No, really I don't." Your eyes are still closed as you feel yourself more alive than you have ever before. "Yes you do Fiona. Look at you. You can't stop yourself." You know the words the voice speaks are the truth. "No, I don't." You deny it but you know it is true. You are acting like a tramp, a common tease. What has come over you? You don't care just now. The thought you might regret this later is pushed from your mind and your hands continue their relentless progress over your body. "Undo your bra Fiona, let your breasts free. Let them see your tits if they want you slut." As if in a dream you open your eyes as your hands move to the clasp between your now heaving breasts. You feel as if you are being smothered and you have to free yourself. The moan of relief as your breasts are no longer held is loud. You can't believe it is coming from your mouth. But as you look at your self your fingers start to roll your nipples. Then pulling at them it feels like someone else's hands are assaulting you. "Look out of the window Fiona. See all those people." You force yourself to look for the invisible eyes. You see people in the office. Is that man looking at you? You can't tell. You feel ashamed as you pull gently on your nipples. "Slip your hand inside your skirt you cock tease." Your right hand now slips from your breast and the fingers work themselves inside the waistband of your skirt. You push down and with your forearm inside your skirt you can rub your pussy through the sheer material of your thong. "Are you wet slut?" you mumble that you are. "I said are you wet?" you are surprised at the tone of the voice and immediately reply. "Yes." Your blouse has slipped down off your shoulders and is bunched around your waist and hips as your right hand is now trying to slip inside your underwear. "Look at you, you're a dirty little slut aren't you?" "No I'm not" you reply, but with no conviction. You are past trying to understand what has come over you. A bag is thrown on the floor in front of you. It lands with a soft thud as though it's made of something like velvet. You feel the kiss like sensation on your neck as the voice speaks once more. "Pick up the bag Fiona." Reluctantly taking your hand from your skirt you bend down and pick up the bag. You feel your now responsive breasts hang slightly as you retrieve the bag. A ribbon tied in a bow closes it. The bag feels a little weight in your hands and you hear the chink of metal as you stand up and feel the warm underside of your breasts falling back against your cold rib cage. "Open it Fiona, find out what is inside." You pull the ribbon bow and slip your hand inside the bag. You feel what seems like a pair of handcuffs and something smooth and just a little bigger than a large lipstick, about half as long and about three times the diameter. It is cone shaped at each end and totally smooth. You can stop yourself from feeling the silky smooth metallic surface. "Slip it in your pussy you slut." Without hesitation now your hand once again slips inside your underwear and you slip the object into your now gently lubricated and swollen pussy. "Now take the Cuffs out Fiona." You are surprised to find two pairs and you pull them out. "Attach one pair to the ring at the top of the window Fiona." You take the cold steel cuffs in your hands and move loser to the window. On your tiptoes you stretch up and insert the end of one pair of the cuffs through the metal ring that now see there. Your breasts press gently against the freezing window pane cooling the warm flesh. Your nipples push against the smooth unyielding glass as your fix the cuff securely. You feel relief as your calves relax and you step back slightly seeing an imprint of your breasts in the condensation on the window. "Now cuff your hands Fiona and make it firm." You feel the tears build now as you feel compelled to follow the instructions and you slip the cuffs on and hear the clip shut and then the grate of the ratchet as you tighten them. Your emotions seem to be on a roller coaster. "Well done. Now cuff yourself to the window Fiona." Once again you step forward and raising your hands you slip the hanging cuff around the shiny chrome chain joining your cuffs together. The click of the catch sounds like a heavy door closing to you. "You have done well Fiona." Almost immediately you feel the intruder in your pussy start to feel cold against the now boiling hot intensity of your pussy. "Now rub your nipples on the window Fiona." A chill goes down your spine as you imagine that the lips that belong to the caressing voice kiss the nape of your neck. God, you feel yourself pushing against the cold wet pane. The cold in your pussy makes you hotter! "What the fuck is happening!" you think. But you find that you want your nipples played with to feel a pressure upon them. It's like an unbearable itch that you must have relieved. The glass doesn't allow any abrasion to give relief and you find yourself rubbing your breasts, now cold and wet from the condensation, against the glass in a desperate attempt to get that wonderful relief that you crave. At the same time you are trying to rub your thighs together to generate some friction in your now chilled but burning pussy. It is a fine sight to behold and though you are past caring one or two passers by have to look twice but can't believe what they are seeing and carry on about their way. You feel the metal tube in your pussy start to vibrate, it is like a pulse that goes steadily through you and reverberates through your whole body. The closest you have come to it is when you were once at a concert next to the loud speaker and you felt your whole body vibrate as the sound pulsed through it. As the pulse intensifies you feel the cold metal tube start to change. On one pulse it gets longer and returns to normal on the next it gets thicker and returns. You wish for it to be deep inside you but it would slip out if your panties had been removed. You've never been so grateful they haven't but you desperately try to manoeuvre it deeper inside with no real success as you are trying at the same time to achieve relief for your now throbbing nipples. Slowly the pace increases. Then you hear the voice once more. Unexpected this time it makes you jump. "I will be in touch Fiona, count on it. I'll send the bell-boy up in half an hour or so." Are You Ready? You look round but can't see anything. The pulse increases once more and all you hear is the door opening and being left open. As you do your best to hold off the building frustrations that pulse through you, the last thing you note is a shaft of light illuminating you from the open door to the lobby. Then you are overcome once more by more urgent passions. Are You Ready? Are you ready? He was a smug bastard, she knew that. Months of flirting had come down to this. Did she really want to do it? Of course. Did he turn her on? Very much. Was she ready? Fuck yes. He sat across from her in her living room, watching her, drink in one hand. She liked being watched, by him especially. She could see the desire in his eyes as he took in her beauty. She casually crossed her long legs, her short skirt riding up, exposing a generous portion of her tanned thigh. The move had the effect that she was hoping for as he shifted in his seat. The edge of her mouth curled into a knowing smile. He was smug alright, and she was about to cure him of that. She undid the last button of her business jacket, letting it fall open. The top two buttons of her silk blouse soon followed; her cleavage putting considerable strain on the remaining buttons. Something to whet his appetite. "May I join you on the couch?" He had broken quickly. He must want me bad, she thought. Let's see how badly. "Please do." She patted the cushion next to her. He rose and sauntered towards her. Oh he's making a good show of it alright. She licked her lips slowly, an obvious ploy. When he was halfway across the room she raised her hand: "Stop there." A flash of confusion crossed his face. "Let me see it." He frowned, not following. "Your cock... let me see your cock." The word left a deliciously vulgar taste in her mouth. It wasn't one that she used often, but she was doing a lot of things differently tonight. He smiled, then dropped his hand down to his crotch. He made a show of opening his zipper, going very slowly, as if teasing her. He reached in and fished it out. It stuck out straight, hard and unsupported. She had to admit that it was very nice, very nice indeed. "Stroke it." "What?" "Stroke your cock for me. Do you know how to do that?" He looked down and smiled. Then again he gave in quickly. His fingers began trailing over the tight skin. He put his hand around the shaft and began pumping up and down. While she watched she realized that she had never seen a man do this before. Yet another boundary demolished. His pace was slow at first, then began to quicken. Her legs parted slightly. Her right hand disappeared under her skirt and she began to slowly rub herself through her panties. Watching her play with herself increased his enthusiasm. She had to stop because she didn't want him cumming yet. "Now take off your clothes." He didn't hesitate. She had never seen anyone get undressed as fast as he did right then. His shoes and socks went first. Shirt and tie next, practically flying off his body. Lastly his pants and underwear. He stood before her completely nude, his dick bobbing up and down, the hole in the tip now moist. "Lie down on the rug." Again he complied. His dick, still hard as stone, lay across his trim stomach. She slowly stood up and walked over to him. Her excitement was rising. She had never been this forceful, this in command with a man before. She stood over his face. "Pull my panties down." He reached under her skirt, grabbed the waist band and pulled them down past her thighs and down to her calves. She lifted one leg so he could slip the panty over her foot. She kicked away the garment with the other foot. She lowered herself over his mouth. "Now eat my pussy." When his tongue came in contact with her already damp lips she let out a moan. She went down to her knees and began sliding her pussy up and down his face, stopping to grind it onto his tongue, wriggling her hips to increase the contact. She reached back behind her and took his cock in her hand. He immediately grabbed her ass and started working on her harder, his tongue working it's own magic. It stuck in between her lips and brushed up against her clit. She arched her back. "Right there! Keep going right there. Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop." She rubbed his cock harder, squeezing the head in her hand and smearing it with its own pre-cum. She wanted it now. She would take it. She rose again, but only to move back over his waist, and the object she wanted to use for her release. She pulled her skirt up over her ass and guided his cock in. If it looked good it felt even better. It filled her perfectly. "Fuck me. Fuck me, mutherfucker!" But she was the one doing the fucking. He was just holding on for the ride. She lifted herself up, then plunged back down again. Lifted up, plunged down, taking every inch. He grunted every time she came down onto him. She was so wet that is was running down his dick. Squishing noises filled the apartment. "Goddamn that's a good cock." She fucked him hard. The intensity in her eyes was a side of her that he had never seen at work. This woman was a complete stranger to him. He was literally getting his brains fucked out. She could feel it starting. An intense wave just growing and growing. If she had been an ocean she would of had a tsunami forming inside her pussy. Her grunts joined his. "I'm going to cum. Fuck, I'm going to cum hard!" The hoarseness of the sounds coming from her throat surprised and almost frightened her... almost. She didn't care about anything. That she might be hurting him with her efforts never entered her mind. She needed to get off. She could feel him stiffening up. Oh no you don't. Not before me, she thought to herself. She fucked him harder than she had fucked anyone in her life. It was a desperate race to orgasm. And she won. She dropped down on him one last time and exploded. "Ohhhhhh gooooooooooooood!!! Fuuuuuuuuuck Meeeeeee!!!" She wrapped her arms around herself and she rode the tsunami. Wave after wave drove through her. Her actions set him off, filling her up. She felt it, but was still basking in the glow of her own immeasurable orgasm to care. She collapsed on his chest as she sucked in air. Her lips kept a hold of his softening cock, enjoying the feeling and not wanting to let go. She looked up at him. "I wasn't ready for that!" He laughed out loud. She laughed with him. She was. Are You Ready? "Are you ready?" He asked. He was Mr. White and he had been running, coordinating, stewarding and sweating over the Haunted House for every year since it began. He stood in front of the bleachers looking at the fifty or so people sitting in the first three rows. All were students at the college who had volunteered to help with the Halloween Haunted House fund raiser. A hand was raised. Mr. White pointed and the long haired guy wearing a gray t-shirt with the words "Life Sucks!" on it asked, "What do I hafta do?" The man up front looked at him for a full ten seconds before he answered. "You don't hafta do anything. We are all volunteers here. We get to do things to have the kids and adults that come to the Haunted House have a great time. I don't get paid. You don't get paid. And, since you brought it up, let me explain something else to you. When I ask you to do something it is not the opening of a negotiation. We don't have time to ask people if they want to do this or that every time something comes up. If I ask you to do something, please do it." He paused. Then he said, "On the table are lists of things that need to be done between now and Friday, Halloween. Look over the lists and get started. On the back of the back page is a list of cast jobs for Halloween. Look it over and come back to me to sign up. Ok, let's get to work." Every year the organizations on campus cooperated to do the Haunted House. They raised money for youth groups, foster kids, school supplies for elementary schools and for kids in hospitals. The school of engineering designed, built and operated the devices used in the House. The drama department managed the cast and trained them. Jack White managed the whole thing. He usually ran a construction company but every year he took his two week vacation beginning the twentieth of October and managed the Haunted House. For the last three years he managed it alone, since his wife of fifteen years died. Before that they had done the job together. Beth and Amy sat together in the second row during the meeting. They were best friends and had been best friends for more than two years. They met two days before the start of their first year of college. They were assigned the same dorm room. Amy got there first and piled her stuff in the middle of the room. When Beth arrived Amy asked, "Which side of the room would you like?" That was the beginning of a great friendship. They discovered benefits to being best friends that they hadn't anticipated. Both were the same size. They traded clothes often. If Amy went shopping she knew that if something fit her it would fit Beth and vice versa. Their families liked each other. Breaks from school were split between families with the girls staying together. Both had been raised in the same Christian denomination. Neither smoked or drank alcohol. In the two plus years they had roomed together neither had brought a man back to their room and neither had spent the night with a man somewhere else, either. They had talked about sex. Both owned battery operated appliances that they used on occasion, in private, when the other was not home. They agreed that if the definition of virgin was that a penis had never been inside their vagina, they were both virgins. Both had been tempted to give up their status, but neither had done it. At the end of the meeting they got the lists and looked at the back page. They knew the fun cast jobs would go first. They saw a strange item on the list. It said, "6 Goth angels". Something about getting into Goth attracted them. They agreed it would be just for Halloween, that Goth wasn't anything that attracted them, really. After a minute long conversation they went looking for Mr. White. He put their names down on his master list and told them to go to room one-eighteen in King Hall. In that room they found three other people, who they assumed were from the drama school. They were shown costumes and wigs. One of the three helping in the room showed them what they would do with makeup and how no one would recognize them once they were in costume. Both Amy and Beth were blonds with pale skin. Natural blonds who both burned if they stayed out in the sun for over an hour. Both joked that if they went to the beach it had to be at night. They tried on black wigs and liked the way the black hair changed their look. The other four Goth Angels arrived and they conferred about the look and the costumes. None of the six were male so the male from the drama department left. It was agreed that all would supply their own black stockings, leotard and shoes. The wigs and make up would be from the costume department of the school. As Amy and Beth left to head towards the gym, where the House was being built, one of the women from drama went with them. They became friendly and worked the rest of the day together helping to build the opening maze. When hunger and time convinced them they were done for the day the three went to dinner together. Their new friend's name was Catherine. She was a senior, from Chicago, oldest of six kids and she had a tattoo that both Amy and Beth had seen. It was of a scorpion two inches long on the inside of her left forearm. Both had looked at it often during the day, but neither had asked about it. Finally, Beth couldn't wait any longer and she asked, "Can I ask about your tat?" "Sure!" Amy asked, "Why a scorpion?" "I was born on November tenth, right in the midst of Scorpio." Beth asked, "Why on your arm?" "I thought about a tattoo just above my butt crack, but I'd never see it." She touched just above the top of her skirt where that tat would have been. "I picked my arm so I would see it." "Do you have any others?" Amy asked. "Yes, two." "Can we see them?" Beth asked. "Not here. Maybe, if you come back to my place or I come to yours." "Come back with us." Amy said, "We live in Sagan Housing number two." "Oh, that's close to where I live. Sure, let's go." They bussed their dishes and left the dining hall. A five minute walk had them inside Sagan Housing number two. On the third floor they went to the corner room of Amy and Beth. Beth unlocked the door and the three went in. Catherine looked around and said, "Just as I thought, two Christian girls from middle America." "Is that a bad thing?" Amy asked. "No. As a matter of fact it's perfect. I've got a part in a play for the Spring and I play one of you. Maybe you can help me get into character?" "How?" Amy asked. She was interested. "We can talk about your attitudes, beliefs and goals. That will help me understand why I would be saying the things my character says." "Ok. We'll help." Beth said. "Now, about those other tattoos." Amy said. Catherine pulled her shirt up and off, leaving her with just a black lace bra. She squeezed her breasts together to unhook the front closure of the bra and it fell away. A small Chinese dragon circled around the areola of her right breast. The breast was slightly larger than either Beth or Amy's breasts and the areola was about the size of a quarter. The dragon seemed to be chasing his tail. Beth moved closer and asked, "Did it hurt a lot?" "Not too bad until he bit me!" Catherine said, then she laughed. "You can get closer if you want. She squeezed her breasts and said, "I love getting him some air. Dragon's need to be free, you know." Amy moved closer. She was thinking about what her family would say and do if she got a tattoo. She was pretty sure they would be very upset. She could hear her mother's voice saying, "Nice girls don't do things like that!" There were times when that voice really bothered Amy. Without conscious thought Beth's right index finger reached for the dragon. Beth almost touched it when she realized she would be touching another woman's breast! She stopped and looked into Catherine's eyes. "Sorry." She whispered. "Go ahead. Touch him. I won't be offended and he'll love it!" "Why he?" "A girl dragon would be down below. Boys seem to have a thing about tits." Both Beth and Amy smiled and nodded. Beth's finger touched Catherine's smooth skin. She was surprised the dragon didn't feel different than regular skin. She moved her finger along the figure, tracing it around her areola. Catherine's eyes closed and a small, soft moan escaped her mouth. Beth pulled back. Catherine's eyes popped open and she grabbed Beth's hand, placing it back against her breast. "I love having my breasts touched. I got the dragon as an invitation to be touched. Please touch me. Pinch me, stroke me, kiss my breasts." "It's not right." Amy said. "I'm sorry." Catherine said as she released Beth's hand, refastened her bra over the dragon and reached for her shirt. "I didn't mean to offend." Beth said, "I'm not offended. You are just very different from us. It isn't like I was taught that touching you was wrong. It's just that in our families women never show anyone their breasts. I'm twenty-one and I've never seen my Mom's breasts since I stopped breast feeding." Amy added, "My Mom would freak if she knew what we already did." She paused and said, "I think I misspoke. I don't know if what we did was right or not. I know it felt uncomfortable. I shy away from the uncomfortable." "If that made you uncomfortable, I'd better go home." Catherine started putting on her shirt. "Where's the other tattoo?" Beth asked. "Inside my jeans." "Front or back?" Amy asked, looking at the zipper. "Front." Amy's thoughts went to her own front. Except for during the summer when she shaved enough to allow herself to wear a swimsuit she had hair, lots of hair. She wondered where she would put a tattoo. Beth thought about her own front. She shaved her legs only to mid thigh. She never wore a swimsuit or short-shorts. Her hair was blond and unless the light was perfect no one would ever see any hair on her. She pictured another dragon peeking through the blond hairs. A girl dragon. "What is it?" Beth asked, "Another dragon?" "A vine wrapped around a heart and a taiji." "A what?" Amy asked. "Taiji. A circle with a curved line in it, one side black the other side white." "I still don't get it." Amy said. Catherine unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them. Using both hands she worked them over her hips and then down. She was shaved smooth and just above the top of her slit her tattoo showed. It was about six inches wide and maybe an inch high. On Catherine's left side a red heart wrapped in a vine, which also wrapped around the taiji on the right side. Beth had never heard the term taiji but had always called the symbol the yin-yang symbol. Tendrils of the vine reached down alongside her slit on both sides, framing the crease of her skin. "Now do you know what a taiji is?" Catherine asked. "Yes." Amy said. "It's beautiful." Beth whispered. She looked up at Catherine and said, "You're beautiful." Catherine said, "Thank you." She started to pull up her jeans. "Can I..." Beth asked, but couldn't quite get the words out. "Yes! You can touch. But first, I need to pee." Beth pointed to their bathroom and Catherine went inside. She didn't close the door. She pulled her jeans down a bit farther and sat. Beth and Amy had lived together for two plus years and had never peed with the door open. When Catherine flushed she pushed the jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. She walked back to Amy and Beth nude from the waist down and only her bra above the waist. She sat down on Beth's bed and then laid back and spread her legs a little. "Ok. You can look. You can touch." She watched both Beth and Amy. Amy appeared rooted to the spot she was in. Beth wanted to move closer but didn't want to appear too anxious. Catherine asked, "You have seen a pussy before, haven't you?" "In gym class. In the showers, but not like this." Beth answered. Her eyes never left the sight before her. Her voice, a soft whisper. "Then get closer and take a good look. Mine isn't like every one but it's pretty normal... except for the tattoo." "Why the taiji and a heart?" Beth asked as she moved closer. "The heart for love and the taiji stands for balance. I want both in my life. The vine binds them together. I put it right there so it's in the middle of me, between my toes and my head." Beth's hand reached out and gently touched the taiji. Catherine worked hard not to thrust against her hand, just allow her access. She held still and soon Beth's fingers explored the tattoo. When her index finger followed the tendril down alongside Catherine's slit she felt Catherine's hips raise just a little. She realized the response was sexual and she realized she wanted it. Amy could not look away. A war was waging inside her head. Was she just uncomfortable or was what she was watching wrong? Was her friend, her best friend, sinning by touching Catherine? What would Jesus want her to do? Not having ready answers had her riveted to her spot on the rug, not moving and barely breathing. Catherine whispered, "Touch me, inside." Her knees parted another two inches or so. Ever so slowly Beth moved her finger to Catherine's slit and then along the slit to the end nearest her chest. When her finger stopped she pressed down, just the slightest bit. Catherine could not hold the moan inside. The tingle from the extra pressure so near her nub could not be ignored. She moaned. Beth's eyes looked up at Catherine's face and she saw the exquisite pleasure she was giving Catherine. Her finger moved inside the slit and she felt the slippery wetness she knew would greet her finger. Deeper and lower her finger slid into Catherine. She felt Catherine's body quaking, her breath came in shallow gasps and the moaning continued. When her finger found and entered Catherine's vagina she knew what Catherine was feeling, knew how good it felt when the finger rubbed her. Beth realized her own juices were soaking her panties. Her finger circled the opening to Catherine, then began to move back up towards her clit. Catherine's body shook harder, her eyes clamped shut and her back began to arch. All three knew her orgasm was close, oh, so close. Amy's feet moved. She dropped to her knees beside Beth and smelled the arousal of both women. She gave in to her desires. Her hand went inside her own jeans and found her own wet pussy. Her middle finger probed her depths and fucked in and out of herself. Her eyes never left Catherine's pussy. Catherine's hands went to her own breasts, squeezing and pulling at them through her bra. It unhooked and she pinched her own nipples as she moaned louder. When her orgasm swept over her in a tsunami of emotions she sat up and grabbed Amy's face. She kissed Amy, expressing all the passion and lust that she was feeling. Amy felt it too and gave in to the kiss. Not a thought of it being her first girl-to-girl kiss. She flooded herself and came as they kissed. Beth pumped her finger in and out of Catherine and her other hand went to the dragon and squeezed. The three were locked in their embrace for a long time. Finally Beth took a huge breath and it seemed to break the lock. Catherine and Amy broke their kiss and backed their faces away from each other a couple of inches. Amy blushed and pulled her wet hand from her jeans. Catherine whispered "Thank you. Thank you both!" Beth still held the dragon in her one hand and had a finger of the other hand inside Catherine. She let go and pulled back. Catherine's eyes opened and she looked at Beth. No one moved. When Catherine moved she said, "Take off your clothes." She moved to an upright position on the bed. Both Beth and Amy did as she asked. They stood up and undressed. Catherine got up off the bed and put Beth and Amy on their backs, side by side. She spread their legs, putting Beth's right leg over Amy's left. She knelt between Beth's legs and used her hands to open Beth's inner secrets to her face. Her tongue touched Beth's tenderness and Beth screamed. Her orgasm hit hard and suddenly! Her back arched, she saw stars and if she were not already on her back she would have fallen. While Catherine's face was between Beth's thighs her hand was stroking inside Amy's cunt. She was dripping wet and still spasming as Catherine's fingers probed inside her. Beth began to come down from her orgasm and Catherine moved to put her face into Amy's wetness. As she did Amy came for the second time. Beth rolled onto her side and grabbed Amy's face, kissing her. Their breasts pressed against each other. The kiss and the orgasm lasted. Catherine sat back and looked at the two women in the bed. The room smelled like an orgy had happened. An orgy of pleasure had happened. Catherine stood up and said, "We all need to shower. Come on." She helped them stand and walk to the shower. It was a tight squeeze but all three got in, got clean and got out. Catherine grabbed a towel and began drying Beth. Beth got the hint, grabbed a towel and started drying Amy. They were out of towels. When Beth was dry and Amy was dry they turned to Catherine and both dried her. They hung the towels up to dry and went back into the dorm room. Catherine picked up her clothes and started to get dressed. Amy stopped her. She had stopped talking when Catherine had said, "Take off your clothes." Now she said, "Can you stay?" "I need to go home. I'll see you tomorrow. I promise." "Before you go there's something I want to do. Ok?" Catherine nodded. Amy bent to Catherine's chest and sucked on the dragon. She opened her mouth wide enough to take in the dragon and her areola and nipple... and she sucked. Catherine grabbed her head and pressed her into her chest. Amy sucked harder! "Oh, Fuck me!" Catherine said, as she had another orgasm. He knees buckled and Amy held her up. When she had sort of recovered and could stand on her own she said, "I need another shower. I'll do it at home." She dressed and both Amy and Beth got in her way, with kisses and touches. When she was finally dressed the three kissed good-night and she left. When the door closed and Catherine was gone Amy realized she was nude. "I'm naked! I'm never naked!" She said. Beth looked at herself and said, "I think I'm going to shave my..." She didn't name it. They both knew what she meant. "Yeah. Me too." Neither did it that night. They opened Amy's bed and both got in. "Your bed is wet." Amy said as they embraced. "If we're not careful your bed will be wet, too." They kissed a few times and went to sleep. When Amy woke up it was because her phone rang. She rolled to her side, reached out and answered it. As she put it to her ear she became awake enough to realize she was nude and not alone in bed. One second later the memory of the night before flooded her brain and she gasped. At that moment her mother's voice said, "Amy? Are you there?" She gasped again and said, "Yes! I'm here Mom. I just woke up!" Beth sat up, realized she was nude, in bed with Amy and that Amy was talking to her mother. She carefully climbed over Amy and out of bed. As quickly as practical she went to her dresser and got a t-shirt and panties. She went into the bathroom and closed the door. Mom said, "I was going to leave a message. You're usually in class on Tuesdays at this hour." "We're getting ready for the big fund raiser on Friday. My econ professor knows some of us will be missing class today. We were up late last night." "Are you Ok? You don't sound it." "Mom, I'm Ok. I just woke up. By the time I'm up, dressed and have eaten breakfast I'll be Ok." "If you say so. The message I was going to leave was to ask if you and Beth are coming here for Thanksgiving or going to Beth's." "We haven't decided. We haven't even talked about it." "Then I'm inviting you here. Your Aunt and Uncle from Idaho are coming and so are Grandma and Grandpa." Are You Ready? "School still happens on Wednesday. We could drive home Wednesday night and be there before midnight." She paused, uncomfortable talking to her Mom while naked. "I'll talk it over with Beth and let you know soon. Ok?" "You sure you're Ok?" "Mom!" They talked about nothing for three more minutes then hung up. Beth came out of the bathroom fully dressed. She looked at Amy and came over to her. She sat on Amy's bed and said, "Did I dream about last night?" "In the dream did we do things we would never do?" "We acted like lesbian sluts!" "Then, it wasn't a dream! What happened to us last night?" "I don't know. We weren't drunk or on drugs. You let Catherine lick you!" Beth turned and said, "You did too! We both did! We both got naked because she told us too. We acted like what we did was Ok!" "God, how can I ever sit in church again?" They sat in silence for a while. Amy turned to face Beth again and asked, "Does what we did make us lesbians?" "I hope not. Homosexuals go to Hell." "If we aren't lesbians, what are we?" Amy looked ready to cry. "Kissing a girl once doesn't make us lesbians!" Beth asserted. "It was more than once and it wasn't just on the lips." "Want to do it again?" Beth asked. "No!" Amy threw back the covers and got up. In seconds she was in Levis, bra and a long sleeved t-shirt. "I don't know what made us take off all our clothes." "It was that dragon! That cute, sexy dragon!" "No. It was the taiji!" They lapsed into silence again. If someone had been watching them they would have thought Beth was looking at Amy's breasts, she was facing them. She wasn't looking at anything. She was thinking about the feelings she had while Catherine ate her. She wanted those feelings again. Only her rational mind wanted her to never see Catherine again. They heard the chimes of the school clock tower chime noon. In an almost trance they got ready and left for their one o'clock classes. They stopped and bought burritos and ate them as they finished the walk to class. The teacher gave both of them notes at the end of class. The notes were from Mr. White. He wanted to see them in the gym at three. They made it, easily. "Good! I wanted to ask both of you to take your roles a bit farther. We have someone who can put on temporary tattoos on you. You can look even more Goth." "Can we get them off before Thanksgiving?" Amy asked. "Yes. They get drawn on. As you wash they fade until they are gone. They might last a week, two at most. Interested?" "Tattoos of what?" "Goth stuff." Amy looked at Beth and back at Mr. White. "Spiders, crosses, dragons and things like that?" She asked. When she said dragon she felt herself get wet. He nodded. Amy said, "We should at least talk to the artist." Beth nodded. Mr. White gave them the time and room number where the artist would be. Amy walked out holding the piece of paper tightly in her hand. As she walked out of the building she said, "We need to find Catherine." They split up, agreeing to meet back at their room. Amy went into the gym and searched for Catherine. Beth went to a small coffee place across the street from campus. Catherine was sitting at a table alone sipping a large latte. "We need you." She said to Catherine. Catherine smiled and said, "Of course you do." She got up, threw the cup away and followed Beth out of the coffee shop and back onto campus. The walk took ten minutes. As they walked Beth saw Amy, waved and Amy joined them. Amy wanted to run. The closer they got to the dorm the more urgent she felt the need to undress and get her hands and mouth on Catherine. Her original need for Catherine was to see and copy the tattoo just above her pussy. That need had submerged under the need for sex with Catherine! Beth also began looking for Catherine to again see the tattoos on her body. As soon as she saw Catherine the urge was for sex. They hurried into the dorm and upstairs to Beth and Amy's room. Beth pulled her key from the door and noticed that Catherine and Amy were already undressing, in the hallway. She opened the door and stepped to the side as both her roommate and Catherine stepped inside. They tossed their clothes on a nearby chair and embraced. Beth popped one of the buttons off her blouse in her haste to join the embrace. She didn't care. When she was nude she saw that Catherine was on her back on the bed, her bed, and Amy was face down between her legs. Amy's ass was up, facing Beth and Beth didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees and held Amy's hips in her hands as she stuck her tongue into Amy's wet puss. For as long as it took the three ate, nibbled, probed and licked each other to no less than three orgasms each. The bedspread on top of Beth's bed was soaked with their juices. The room smelled like arousal, girl-cum, sweat and lingering undercurrents of three different perfumes. The three sprawled and rested on the small bed. When they were calm Amy softly said, "What's happening to us?" Catherine said, "What do you mean?" "Three days ago neither of us had ever kissed a girl, never seen anyone else's... private parts, never done what we just did!" Amy answered. "Again!" Beth added. "We were good girls. Good Christian girls." "Are you saying you don't like what we just did?" Catherine asked. "No. I love what we just did, but..." Amy finished Beth's sentence, "We shouldn't like it! It's wrong!" Catherine sat up saying, "Then maybe I should go. If I see either of you ever again I should go the other way." "Please don't! We just don't know what to do. Our church says what we've done is a sin. That we could go to Hell for it! But, I can't imagine going a week without doing it again!" "When you found me in the Starbuck's were you looking for me?" Catherine asked. "Yes, but not for sex. We're getting fake tattoos for the Haunted House and I wanted to copy the one you have." Beth said. "My dragon?" "Yes, and the other one, too." "Who's going to do the tattoos?" "Someone Mr. White knows. He'll draw them on and after we wash them a few times they'll fade and be gone." "If you have him draw the dragon and the other one, no one will see them." "You will. We'll get others drawn on, for the Haunted House. Like spiders, daggers and Goth designs, but we both want two just like yours." "Ok. Get some paper and copy my tats." Catherine spread herself and both women got paper and pencils. Amy copied the dragon. Beth copied the taiji and heart. When they were done both women we so turned on they put the drawings on a desk and returned to Catherine's body and the orgy of pleasure resumed. By evening they were exhausted and hungry. A call to a local pizza place got a pizza delivered. When the knock came to the door Catherine got up from the bed, got a twenty from her wallet and opened the door. She was nude. The delivery guy's mouth opened but no sounds came out. Catherine took the pizza box from him and said, "You have to choose. You can have the twenty or you can come inside and fuck me." He looked inside the room and saw Amy and Beth on Beth's bed, nude. They each had a hand in the other's pussy and they smiled at the delivery guy. He stepped inside. Catherine closed the door and helped him out of his delivery uniform. Amy and Beth made room for him on the bed, between them. When his erection was freed it was the first one that Beth or Amy had ever seen. Amy had seen her Dad's penis a couple times while she was growing up, but it wasn't erect and it wasn't aimed at her. They watched as Catherine put on his raincoat, guided him inside her and urged him to "fuck her good." They watched his cock sliding in and out of Catherine and they felt Catherine's hands as she stimulated their breasts. Beth moved so she was beside Catherine. She opened her legs wide and said, "Can you fuck me, too?" He smiled, pulled back out of Catherine and slammed into Beth. She grunted and almost screamed as his cock slammed home. She knew she was no longer a virgin. She internally screamed at herself for becoming a slut, a whore, a damaged woman... it felt soooo good! Her hands grabbed at his hips and she said, "Harder! Fuck me good! Fuck me forever!" Catherine rolled towards Beth and sucked on her breast. Her hands held Beth's breasts and squeezed. Amy moved to the other side of Beth and sucked on her other breast. In the guy's mind he kept repeating the same thing, over and over. "No one will ever believe me!" Catherine got off the bed and moved behind the boy. She reached between his butt cheeks and found his hole. When he thrust into Beth she shoved a finger in, deep and hard! His body stiffened and he unloaded into Beth. Her eyes opened wide and she realized he had cum inside her. She felt it! She said to herself, "You're a woman now! A slut woman!" Even before he could pull out she burst into tears and covered her face with her hands. Catherine helped the boy pull out. She took off the raincoat and threw it away. He dressed and left. As he left he stole the twenty Catherine had put on the dresser. Amy held Beth as she cried. When she could talk Beth said, "I'm a slut! I fucked him! I don't even know his name and I fucked him." She cried for almost an hour. Somewhere in that hour Catherine left. Amy didn't leave. She sat holding her best friend have two conflicting thoughts. 'I'm glad I didn't fuck him!' and 'I wish I'd fucked him, too!' They dressed and walked to the appointment with the tattoo guy. It wasn't a guy. The other four Goth angels had already met with her and gotten their tats. She showed Amy and Beth digital photos she had taken of them. Amy and Beth agreed that those would be fine. The girl asked if either of them had a leotard that left lots of her back exposed. They both did. The tat girl was named Cassie. She wore a long sleeved, scooped neck leotard top and a short leather skirt. She asked if either Amy or Beth could run back to their room and bring back the leotards, so she could tattoo them wearing just what they would wear on Friday night. Beth went. Amy said, "We want two other tats as well. Tats that won't show." Cassie sat down and asked, "Do you have drawings?" Amy handed her the tracings they had done. Cassie took one look and said, "This is what both of you want?" Amy nodded. Until Beth returned Cassie was busy. She got five candles out of a bag and placed them carefully at the edges of the room. She covered the windows with cloth. She lit two incense burners and the whole time she did all these things she chanted under her breath. Amy didn't understand a single word Cassie said. When Beth came back Cassie welcomed her with a hug, locked the door and said, "Put on the leotards please." They both looked around for a changing room, closet, tent or somewhere they could change. There was no where. Beth lifted her t-shirt and Amy followed her example. When they were down to panties Beth picked up the leotard. Cassie said, "Just the leotard." Beth turned away from Cassie and lowered her panties. She pulled the leotard on quickly and turned back to face Cassie. Amy did the same modest maneuver. Cassie had both sit in chairs facing the back of the chair. She started by drawing spider webs on their arms, with spiders at the edge of the webs. When she finished both of Beth's arms she handed Amy a blow drier and said, "Help Beth to dry and I'll get started on you." As she worked she continued to chant softly. With the blow drier going they couldn't hear anything she said. Cassie moved back to Beth's back and began to draw a Celtic cross. She drew it with the vertical part on top of Beth's spine and almost sixteen inches long. When it was done she had Amy blow dry it. She drew another Celtic cross on Amy. It looked a lot like the one on Beth. When it was done she had Beth blow dry Amy's back. She moved back to Beth and added a vine to the Celtic cross. To the vine she added flowers and a snake. They traded blow drier and Amy was mesmerized by the tat on Beth's back as she used the blow drier to dry her back. Cassie added vine, flowers and a snake to Amy's back. She took the blow drier from Amy and shut it off. To Beth she said, "Amy showed me the extra you want. I'll help you get the leotard off and we can do you while Amy finishes drying." Beth stood and Cassie slowly and carefully removed the leotard. Beth didn't talk. She just allowed Cassie to manipulate her as she wished. When she was nude Cassie had her stand in front of her. She sat and rolled a small table close to her left side. She applied shaving cream gel and worked it into her hair. With practiced strokes she quickly removed all of Beth's pubic hair. Under a cloth on the same small table she found a tattoo machine. She readied it and began. She drew the taiji and heart design from memory. She chanted as she drew. Beth never looked down. Amy had her eyes closed and dreamed of licking Cassie's pussy. She didn't hear the hum of the tattoo machine. Cassie changed inks and drew the red heart and some flowers on the vine. Up on Beth's breast she put a red dot. She changed inks again and stood so she could draw a dragon on Beth's breast. The ink left Beth with an iridescent green dragon with a red eye circling her left breast. Cassie helped Amy to stand, undress and then she repeated the tattooing. Two small differences. The dragon on Amy was an iridescent blue and it was on her right breast. Both dragons circled in a clockwise direction. Cassie helped both women get back into their leotards and their jeans. She helped them get their t-shirts on over the leotards and to sit back down in the chairs. She chanted as she worked. The room got cleaned, the equipment all put away in carrying cases and she made two trips to her car. When she came back the last time she made sure everything was cleaned up. She opened windows, turned on lights and whispered, "You will not remember me" as she closed the door behind herself. Beth opened her eyes and looked around. She felt good, refreshed and happy. When she saw Amy she smiled. She noticed the spider web and the spider on Amy's arm and remembered why they were in that room. A look at her own arms showed her she was ready for Friday night. Amy opened her eyes and saw Beth. She saw the spider on Beth's arm and said, "There's a spider!" Then she remembered there should be a spider. She smiled. "I guess we nodded off." Beth said as she stood. Amy stood too and they headed for the door. As they entered the hallway Amy said, "I'm hungry." Beth looked at her watch and said, "It's three in the morning! We came here at eight last night!" "I wonder when the tattoo lady left?" "It was a lady?" Amy stopped. "I think so, but I'm not sure. I remember candles and chanting." "Let's get back to our room and see what we look like." "No! I need food!" Amy said as she headed for the student dining area. It was as empty as they had ever seen it in two years. There were seats for seven hundred people and there were six hundred eighty-eight empty seats. They got pre-packaged salads and sat to eat them. The two men seated a hundred chairs from them stopped talking. They looked at Beth and Amy as if they had never seen them before. They were dressed in jeans and loose t-shirts, nothing sexy or slutty. Without conversation they got up and walked to Beth and Amy. "Hi." The taller one said. Beth looked up ready to get rid of them, but she didn't. She said, "Hi yourself. Like to join us?" They answered by sitting down, Bob next to Beth and Allen next to Amy. The typical "What's your major?" conversation didn't happen. Beth faced Bob and asked, "Why are you eating at three in the morning?" "We've been building some stuff for the Haunted House and time just got away from us. You?" "We've been getting ready too." She held out her arm and showed the spider web. "We're going to be Goth angels on Friday." Allen said, "I love tats. I have a small bat on my leg." Amy asked, "We're on our way back to our room to take another look at the tats we just got. Wanna come with us?" "Sure." Bob and Allen said. All four stood and left the dining hall. Beth hooked her arm into Bob's and Amy hooked Allen's. No one spoke. Beth unlocked the door and opened it. Other than a few items of clothing the room was still neat and clean. Both women thought they could smell sex in the room. Both men hoped they could smell sex in the room. Beth closed the door and locked it. She took off the big t-shirt and both men saw the ink on her upper arms and chest. They moved closer and saw the details of her tattoos. A skull on each shoulder with eyes looking out, broken teeth and spider webs that appeared attached to the strap of her leotard. Bob moved around to look all around her and saw the Celtic cross covering her back. He stepped back and said, "Allen, look at this!" Allen moved and saw the Cross. "That's incredible! It's spooky and beautiful at the same time!" Amy looked and said, "It's a cross! Covered in vines and flowers and oh! A snake!" Beth moved so she could see her own back by looking in the mirror hanging on the wall. She looked for a few seconds and said, "It's almost like I can feel it. Something feels different to me." Allen turned to Amy and asked, "Did you get something on your back too?" Rather than say she didn't remember Amy just lifted the t-shirt up and off. Standing side by side, she and Beth were inked identically. The boys looked and moved closer. "Are these all?" Bob asked. "Only one way to know." Amy said. She unbuttoned her jeans and worked them off her hips. As they fell to the floor she realized she didn't have panties on. The leotard covered her private parts but just barely. She glanced down to see if any hairs were showing. None were. Bob looked her over and noticed how turned on he was. He normally would feel some heat when seeing someone in just a leotard but this was much more than that, this was a full-on hard on! Before he censored his thoughts they became words that spilled out. "Any tats under the leotard?" "Would you like to see?" Amy asked. She knew the answer. She also knew she was going to show him, that she believed she shouldn't and that when she showed him he was going to want to have sex with her. The voice she heard in her head was her mom's, "Good girls don't do that!" Bob didn't answer. He didn't have time. Amy's hands grabbed the shoulder straps of her leotard and drew them off her shoulders and down. In seconds the leotard was on the floor of her room and she stepped out of it. She straightened up and said, "See anything you like?" Bob couldn't speak. Allen opened his mouth but nothing came out. Beth looked and saw the tats just above Amy's smooth pussy and the dragon circling her areola. She felt the urge to kiss the dragon. She said, "It's the rule. If you see the dragon you must kiss it!" She bent and her lips locked onto Amy's green dragon. As soon as her lips touched Amy's dragon Amy moaned and grasped her head. Beth sucked hard for a few seconds and released. Bob stepped close and bent to the task. He kissed it gently and Amy grabbed his head and pressed him firmly into her tit. "Suck my tit! Suck it hard!" She commanded. He sucked and felt the nipple swell to his effort. He also heard her verbal signals that he was doing just what she wanted. Allen watched the action between Bob and Amy and said, "Do you have a dragon?" Beth peeled her shirt off and pulled the straps down off her shoulders. Her blue dragon showed and she smiled when she looked down. Allen didn't give her long to savor the look. His open mouth all but swallowed her breast. Automatically her hands went up to hold his head as she watched him suck on her breast. She felt the pull of his suction and felt the tongue circling her nipple. Are You Ready? She moaned and looked up to see Amy working to get Bob's clothes off. She turned her attention back to Allen and he was helping her to undress without breaking his lip lock on her dragon. As soon as she had her other tattoo uncovered she stopped the action. She held Allen's face in her hands, pulled him off her tit and said, "Stop! Do you have a car?" Allen's hands still pawed at her, trying to ignore her talking and get back to the sex. She wasn't having it. "Do you have a car?" She asked again, louder. "Yeah, a pick up." "Go get it! Amy and I will fuck you both at a spot we know. Hurry, get the truck!" "We can fuck there later! I want to fuck now!" Bob said. Beth backed out of his embrace. She slapped his hands and said, "We fuck when and where we want. You want inside this pussy you'll take us where Amy wants to go. Or, you can go home and beat off!" "We'll meet you at the side door in ten minutes. Bring a blanket or two, Ok?" Amy said. She was pulling sweat pants on. The boys pulled on jeans and shirts, carried underwear and socks, wore their shoes without tying them and all but ran down the hall. Beth said, "This is sooo wrong! We can't!" Nothing else was said as they dressed in sweats and went down to the side door. Amy carried a small hand towel, as did Beth. When they reached the side door they saw a blue pick up pull close and stop. They made the dash to the truck and got in. Beth sat in the middle and Amy sat on Bob's lap while Allen drove. He followed Amy's direction while Beth played with Bob's cock. Very soon, less than a minute, they were parked near a loading dock in the area corralled on three sides by a warehouse belonging to the college. Beth pulled off her top and climbed out of the cab. She climbed into the bed of the truck with Allen close behind her. She stopped him and said, "Put your clothes on the seat. All of you." She peeled out of the sweat pants and stood naked before them. Amy and Bob stood on the driver's side and stripped, tossing their clothes on the seat. Both men were hard as rocks and anxious to fuck. Beth had spread a blanket on the bed of the truck and put herself on her back. Allen climbed into the truck and was welcomed with open legs. He was sliding into Beth as Amy climbed into the truck. Beth moaned as Allen's cock filled her. The tattoo tingled and seemed to swell. Amy put herself on her back next to Beth, with her hips next to Beth's face, her face next to Beth's hips. Bob was waiting for her to open her legs and he only waited a second. The sounds of their joining echoed off the building walls. The men were bareback and thrusting hard into Beth and Amy. Their hands found and squeezed the two dragons, which seemed to increase the lust with which the women fucked them back. When Beth felt Allen swell and his stroke change she knew he was about to pop. She said, "Switch! Fuck Amy! Bob, Fuck me!" The few seconds it took the men to switch positions slowed the arrival of their orgasm and when they thrust inside their new partners both women came! Moans and grunts filled the air. Both men stiffened and looked at each other as they unloaded inside the two beautiful women they barely knew. It was crowded with four heated bodies in the bed of the truck, but none of them complained. They covered with the second blanket and rested a few minutes. Bob said, "Thank you." And kissed Beth. Allen was kissed by Amy. Just before Allen fell asleep Amy sat up and said, "Open the back, please." Bob opened the tail gate and it fell. Amy said, "Sit back here. I want to see if I can get you hard again." Allen moved to sit on the tail gate. Amy got out of the truck and stood between his knees. She stroked his cock and it began to respond. Bob and Beth moved and Bob sat beside Allen. Beth opened her mouth and took Bob's cock inside. She felt it swell. She knew she was being pushed to do something, something so wrong, but she couldn't resist! She knew Amy was being pushed in the same direction. She tried to pull back, get Bob's cock out of her mouth, but she couldn't! Beth glanced at Amy sucking on Allen. Her eyes were wide open, fear and panic in them as she looked back at Beth. "I'm gonna cum!" Both men said at the same moment. They were leaning back supporting their bodies with their hands on the bed of the truck. Their eyes were closed. At the first taste of cum in her mouth both women bit down as hard as they could! Beth had to bite and almost grind to get through the meat in her mouth. Amy bit through in one bite. They had the men's cocks in their mouths and they backed away from the men three quick steps. Bob's eyes popped open and a scream of "Oh Fuck!" came from his mouth. He reached for Beth but she had backed away. He looked down and saw his cock was gone, blood gushed from him. He saw that Allen was trying to stop the blood. His hands were in his crotch. Both men were crying in fear and pain. Six feet away Beth and Amy watched the men, horrified at what they had done and knowing what they were about to do. They chewed. They ate the cocks of Bob and Allen. Bob and Allen were trying to stop bleeding. They pressed the blanket into their wounds and pressed hard. They started feeling faint. Bob thought he should kill Beth, the bitch that had bit off his cock! He looked up and saw her swallowing. He realized he would never have a cock again. He let go of the blanket. He slid off the blood wet tail gate and reached for Beth. He thought, 'She has to die!' Beth and Amy stepped back another step. Bob stood up and blood gushed from him, his knees buckled and he fell to the pavement. Amy rushed past Bob and hit Allen in the face. He fell back and didn't get up. She pulled his hand from his crotch and watched as the blood poured from him, dripping onto the ground. Bob and Allen were dying. They knew it and the women knew it. The women used the small towels to wipe the blood from their faces, arms and legs. Without conversation they dressed and went to the dumpsters near the loading dock. They brought back bags of paper trash. Together they lifted Bob and put him back in the truck. They shoved some bags under the bed of the truck and other bags they piled on top of the men. They wiped down the cab with the bloody towels and opened the fill pipe to the gas tank. Beth found Bob's lighter in his pants and used it to light the paper under the truck. When the fire was going good they both tossed their towels on top of the pyre and walked away. They were inside the dorm building when they heard the gas tank explode. A minute later they heard the sound of fire engines. In their room they undressed, showered, redressed, bagged the sweats and walked to Amy's car. They still hadn't spoken. In the car they drove half an hour to a skid row in the next town where they saw a fifty-five gallon drum being used to contain a fire. They tossed the bag with the sweats inside and dropped five ten-dollar bills on the ground as they drove away. The bums rushed for the money. They would not remember the car or the women. Amy stopped the car at a park. They held each other and cried for a long time. When they stopped crying they looked at each other, looking for answers to questions they hadn't asked. Amy started the car and slowly drove back to campus. They parked behind the dorm and got out of the car. They saw one of the other students that lived on their floor and he said, "Happy Halloween!" and waved as he went past them. Beth looked at Amy and said, "It's Halloween." They climbed the stairs and went to their room. Inside they stripped bare again and climbed into Beth's bed. They held each other and cried themselves to sleep. The day was almost gone when they woke. The digital clock next to Beth's bed read 4:48pm. They both felt the urge again. They dressed in their leotards and walked to the gym, stopping at the room for their make-up and wigs. One of the girls in the room told them about the two men found burnt up in their truck. As they entered the gym Mr. White met them. "Oh good, you're here. We open the doors in half an hour. Check out the House and pick places to be. Our job is to help people have fun. Scare them a little, but most of all help them have fun!" As he walked away he stopped and faced them. "By the way, you both look really hot!" They smiled and he turned and went on his way. Amy picked a spot near a staged car accident. "I'll stay here," she said. As Beth walked away she said, "Don't hurt anyone." She said it more to herself than to Amy. The engineering students had built an area that looked like an earthquake had collapsed a building. Slabs of concrete moved and in places arms stuck out and twitched, a leg had blood dripping out of it, and a student looked crushed by a slab from mid-chest down and kept asking for help. Beth got near the twitching arm and hid behind a pillar. She put herself so that she couldn't see the leg dripping blood. When she had seen it she tasted blood in her mouth. Bob's blood and the feeling of biting through his cock. She felt her stomach turn and felt the contents of her stomach rise, but she didn't vomit. For hours she and Amy acted their parts. The closer it got to midnight the stronger the urge they felt to grab someone and fuck them. They resisted but did indulge in some grabbing of crotches and some kissing. Amy let five or six men feel her up at different times. Beth masturbated often, keeping herself turned on and dripping. The Haunted House was scheduled to stop letting people enter fifteen minutes before midnight. The last visitor should be out before twelve-fifteen. By twelve-thirty the doors were to be locked and not opened again until noon, November first. Clean up would begin then. The last people to enter were two couples. High School seniors who had already been at a party. The boys had each downed two forty-ouncers of beer and the girls had shared two. Barely eighteen, this was their first big night out with both dates and booze. When they reached Amy she stepped in front of the first couple and in a strange voice she asked, "Ever kiss an angel?" The boy said, "Sure! Can I kiss you, too?" "Only after I kiss your girl-friend." Amy moved quickly and wrapped a hand around the back of the girl's neck as their faces connected. The boy hooted and said, "Go for it!" Amy ignored him. She shoved her tongue into the girl's mouth and pressed her body against hers. For the first second the girl resisted, then she was into the kiss. Amy soaked herself again and the girl felt her juices flow too. The boy looked on, seeing Amy's right side and his date's left pressed together. He didn't see Amy's left hand cup her small breast and pinch the girl's nipple. He did see the girl's left hand snake between them towards Amy's pussy! When her hand brushed against Amy's pussy, feeling the wetness of the leotard, Amy pulled away from the kiss and said, "Your turn, Stud." Amy pressed against him and grabbed his cock through his pants as she stuck her tongue into his mouth. He had very little experience with aggressive girls and had been hard for over an hour, so when she grabbed him he shot his load into his own pants. Amy kissed him and was disappointed. She pushed him away and said, "Bring me someone to kiss!" The second couple had seen the action and the boy stepped to Amy, wrapped her in his arms and gave her his best kiss. It was better than the first boy, but not enough. She grabbed his dick and squeezed. He moaned and she squeezed again. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his date, watching. She let him go and went to her. Their kiss was smoking hot. She loved kissing girls and this one looked so hot as a Goth angel she was wet at first glance. As they kissed the girl groped Amy's breast and pulled the leotard off it. The boy said, "Come on! We need to go!" Reluctantly the kiss and grope ended and Amy was left alone. The girl looked back and said, "I'm Carol. Thanks." Amy blew her a kiss as she lifted the leotard back into place, covering her untattooed tit. Ten minutes later the first last couple saw Beth. The boy said, "Came back for another kiss, huh?" "Yes! Stud. This time I want you to really kiss me! First on the mouth and then on my tits!" Beth was so hot she wanted to rip off their clothes. She bared her chest and the boy kissed her as he groped her breasts. He groped as if he was making bread. His date watched and said, "Not like that!" She pushed him away and kissed Beth's breast and dragon. Beth felt electricity pulse from her dragon to her cunt and she lost all control. In seconds she and the girl were naked and eating each other. They both got to their orgasms in just seconds. The boy watched, stunned into inaction. Amy had followed the other last couple and when they and she saw Beth on the floor sucking on the other girl she grabbed the boy and unzipped his pants. In seconds his wet, hard cock was freed and in Amy's mouth. She knew what she was doing was wrong and she was afraid that when he came she would bite him, but she didn't, couldn't, stop. His hands held her head as he pumped his hips shoving his cock into her throat. She didn't gag. She sucked and moaned. He buried his cock all the way in and unloaded all his hot load into her throat. For the next few minutes the two couples were each seen to and redressed. When Amy and Beth were done they pushed the couples out of the Haunted House. Then Amy and Beth kissed and frigged each other to another orgasm, redressed and left. Mr. White was standing outside as the exited. He said, "Good! You're the last two." He locked the door and said, "Did you enjoy the House?" "Yes," Amy said, "But, we aren't done. We want you to go with us." "Where?" "There's a cast party over in our dorm building." Beth said. "No. There's one over in the dining hall." He said. "Does the one in the dining hall include naked women?" Amy asked. "I doubt it." "Our's does." Beth said. "I'm old. Why invite me?" "You deserve a reward for all your hard work." They hooked his arms and led him away. He didn't resist any more. In their room they undressed him and then each other. He got the dream of two more than willing women who wanted to please him. He ate them both. They sucked him, handled him and kissed him until he fell asleep exhausted. Then they ate each other. As the sun started lightening the sky they woke him again and Beth offered him her ass. She got on all fours and Amy helped him line up and push deep inside her. Amy stood on the bed straddling Beth and as he fucked Beth's ass he sucked Amy's tits. She held him by the shoulders and he did his best to please both of them. Sweat poured off him. He gasped for breath and his hips kept pumping. Amy said, "You're the best, Mr. White! Fill her ass with spunk! Bite my dragon!" Suddenly he went stiff! He stopped breathing and held still. Beth said, "I feel him coming inside my ass!" His mouth released Amy's tit and he slumped to the bed. He hit it and slid off onto the floor. Beth looked at him and said, "Oh shit! I think he's dead!" He was on his back, eyes and mouth open. His hard cock still oozed cum. Beth said, "Call 911!" She jumped down and started mouth-to-mouth. Amy dialed 911 and spoke to the operator. She told them what had happened and they said an ambulance was on its way. She put the phone on the floor and started helping Beth. They traded places and Beth did chest compressions while Amy did mouth-to-mouth. It took a long time for the EMT's to open the door and find the three on the floor. They used the paddles, but got no response. Mr. White was gone. They put him on the gurney, bagged his clothes and left. Amy and Beth dressed and were interviewed by the school police. The two police officers tried hard not to laugh, but failed a few times. By the time the sun was up and the police gone the word had gone all over the student body that two women in Sagan Housing had killed Mr. White by fucking him to death. The label of "Good Christian Girl" was gone. They showered, scrubbing the make up and fake tattoos off. They discovered the dragons and tattoos by their pussy appeared real and would not come off. That brought on another round of tears. They dressed in baggy shirts and jeans and went to the dining hall for food. People gave them lots of room and they heard lots of giggles and laughter from a distance. No one approached them while they ate. As they were ready to bus their dishes and go back to their room an administrator came to their table. Amy looked up at him. He said, "The Dean of Students needs to see both of you." Amy nodded. He stayed. She said, "I've got it." "She said I should bring you back with me." Both Amy and Beth looked up at him and Amy asked, "Are we in trouble?" "A man died in your room." He said it as dead-pan as he could. It would have been just as accurate for him to have said, "Yes!" He helped them bus their dishes and led them out of the dining hall. As they walked to the administration building they could almost hear the buzz of the rumor mill grinding out their lives. The man left them at the door to the office. He held it open for them, but he stayed out. The Dean of students, Mrs. Cho, stood as they entered and motioned them to chairs. They sat. She rolled her chair out from behind the big desk and sat facing them. "I'm Mei Cho. We have a situation. I asked you here to see what we can do about it." "Mr. White is dead. Nothing to do about that." Beth said, puzzled. "I'm told that the story is already on the internet. By six o'clock tonight it will be on NBC, CBS and ABC. I don't know if your names have become part of the story, yet. They may not. I would advise you to stay out of sight for a few days. But that still is not the situation I want to discuss with you." Neither young woman moved. "I can see no way for you to continue as students here. Colleges have legends. You two are becoming one. The longer you are on campus the more outrageous it will become. The EMT's and doctors say you did everything humanly possible to save Mr. White. The doctor who examined him at the hospital said his heart tore itself apart and he could not have been saved if he were in the OR when he had the heart attack. However, that won't stop the legends. This is the school where two students fucked a man to death on Halloween! The Haunted House will never happen here again. It is doubtful that the men on campus will date you. They want to be macho, but they also want to live." "We don't graduate until June." Amy said. She wanted to argue with Mrs. Cho, but couldn't. Everything she said was true. "There is a crew in your room right now. They are packing everything you have. When you leave my office you will go home. Your things will be delivered in three days. You will get your Bachelors Degrees in the mail dated this coming January." "Our parents don't know anything." Beth said. She was thinking about how to tell her parents, "Amy and I fucked a man and he had a heart attack and died." She could hear her Mother's voice, "Good girls don't do that." Mrs. Cho picked up her phone and asked, "Beth, what is your Father's phone number?" She gave it and Mrs. Cho called him. She explained the incident in such a way that sex wasn't mentioned. Mr. White was congratulating Amy and Beth for their help with the fund raiser. He had a heart attack and died. They tried hard to save his life, but couldn't. Because of the rumors and allegations that something was going on between the girls and Mr. White they were being graduated early and sent home. Mrs. Cho called Amy's parents and told them the same story. Since Amy's parents lived the closest it was decided they would drive there, immediately. Are You Ready? The man who had escorted them to the office took Amy's keys and delivered her car to the front of the admin building. Mrs. Cho gave them three hundred dollars cash and wished them well. They drove away from the campus aware that if their pictures or names were on the news their lives were ruined. Four hours later they parked in Amy's parents driveway. They were asked lots of questions. They had worked on their story based on what Mrs. Cho had said. Nothing was said about the tattoos, the sex they had with Mr. White or anything that made it worse than him entering their room. "He only came in when the heart attack started," Beth said. At six they watched the news channels. Not one mentioned the death of Mr. White. They scanned the news blogs and news web sites like MSN and nothing was said. The eleven o'clock news was much the same. Lots of Halloween stories but Mr. White stayed in dead silence. The drawn on tattoos were completely gone by the third of November. Amy noticed that her dragon had faded as well. She told Beth and when they looked Beth's dragon had faded to a faint outline. They undressed and discovered their lower tattoos were also faint. "Maybe these will disappear as well." Beth said. "I hope so." Amy agreed. They were still careful to keep their bodies covered. The week before Christmas Beth and Amy were shopping and Beth suddenly stopped walking, turned to Amy and said, "The urge is gone!" "What urge?" "Remember the urge to have sex? It's gone." "I remember. I've been trying to convince myself it was like a dream or a fantasy I had. We didn't really do those things." "How's that going? I've tried too and it doesn't work." Beth complained. "I've been praying every night for forgiveness." "Me too." They resumed walking. On Christmas they went to church with Beth's family. They had moved from Amy's to Beth's between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Right after church the congregation gathered for a pot luck dinner and singing of carols. Brent Carlson stood next to Beth as they sang and in between carols he asked her out. It was the first attention a man had paid to either of them since Halloween. Beth heard him and spent a few seconds wondering if it would be safe to say yes. What if the urge came back? He convinced her and she said, "Yes." They agreed to go out the next night for dinner. Beth and Amy both worried about the urge, but neither said anything. The date happened and when Beth came home and got ready for bed she noticed the dragon had faded even more. The urge didn't come while she was with Brent or afterwards. By the end of March both girls had put the past in the past. They both dated good Christian men who didn't push when they said, "No" to intimacy. The tats had faded to the point they were hard to see at all. Beth got a job offer in Denver and Amy got hired in Omaha. They parted with tears, promising to get together over the holidays. Their lives looked normal all through the summer. They both went swimming once in modest two-piece suits in their respective cities. They dated good men. Their vibrators stayed packed away. Early in September Amy's coworkers came to her to get her involved with a yearly project they sponsored. They sponsored a costume dinner dance on Halloween. The proceeds funded or partially funded a shelter for abused women. She felt trapped. Halloween was her worst fear. She put off answering for two weeks. When she answered she asked if there was something she could do that wouldn't require her to actually be at the dinner dance. She got the job of managing the money, ticket sales and paying the bills. She didn't need to be at the dinner dance. Amy decided that on Halloween she would rent a cabin as far from anyone as she could find one, lock herself in and stay there. Until the twenty-fifth she was fine. She sold lots of tickets, paid all the bills, got companies to donate and had deposited well over two hundred thousand dollars in the bank. On the twenty-fifth she got up and started getting ready for work. On her way into the shower she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her dragon was back. Not all the way back, but no longer faint. She lied to herself, "It's just the light in here." As she showered she ran the soapy cloth across her pussy and felt a wave of arousal. She stopped and almost fell! The urge was coming back! She quickly finished her shower and stepped out of the water. She grabbed a towel and headed for the phone. Before she got to it, it rang. Her hand shook as she lifted the handset. "Did you feel it?" Amy said. "Yes! And, my dragon is coming back!" Beth said. "What can we do?" "Be strong! Pray! Don't give in!" Amy noticed her hand had strayed to her slit without a conscious thought. She jerked it away and said, "Six days! I'll be crazy by then." "Cover him up! Dress like you're Amish or something. We'll talk tonight." "I have to go." Amy ended the call. She started getting dressed, bra first. As soon as it was on she felt an itch on her breast. Her dragon itched. She pulled on a pair of panties and instantly soaked them. She changed to another pair and put a maxi-liner in them. By the time she was ready for work she needed to change the liner. In Denver Beth was going through the same drama. She stopped on the way to work and in the ladies room of Denny's she changed her liner. Her dragon itched. While she worked she caught herself scratching him through her dress and bra. She hoped no one else saw her scratching. When Beth went to her car at five o'clock she found that she couldn't leave. A dark blue Lexus had her car blocked in. She paced for fifteen minutes before the driver showed up. He was wearing an Armani suit, great shoes and looked like a guy who could be on a soap opera. "I'm so sorry. Let me buy you dinner to make it up to you, please." He said. "I can't." Beth stammered. "I need to get home!" "Home, where you'll have a TV dinner and watch reruns? I'll take you to Chez Chic where you can have lobster, great wine and a fabulous dessert." He looked very confident. Beth looked at him like a lion looks and a wildebeest: dinner. She knew if she went with him he would die. She wanted to go with him. She remembered the taste and feel of the cock she ate a year ago. The memory was sweet instead of disgusting. She fought hard and said, "Give me your card. I'd love to go to dinner with you, in November. Right now, I really have to go home." He gave her his card and moved his car. She zoomed out of the parking structure and headed home. More than half way there she saw that her gas gauge showed empty. She needed gas to get home! She turned off the freeway and into the nearest gas station. She jumped out and slid her credit card into the pump. 'Maybe I can get gas and get out of here without seeing anyone.' As the pump clicked off a man stepped around from the other side of the pump. "Hey, Momma, you a little out of your neighborhood, ain't cha?" Beth looked at him. He was no taller than her and skinny. He looked like he was at least fifty. She said, "This is your lucky day! Go inside and buy a condom. I never fuck bareback. I'll wait right here." She handed him two dollars and he smiled all the way into the mini-mart. She got in her car and he got in the passenger seat. She drove a couple miles down the road until she saw what she was looking for; a loading dock surrounded on three sides. She parked close to the dumpsters. He asked, "Wanna get in the back seat?" "No. I want to be outside, on the loading dock. Come on!" She got out and climbed the stairs onto the dock. The neighborhood was dirty and unkept but the dock had been swept at the end of the work day. She peeled out of her blouse and started to take off the skirt. Her man got on the dock and unzipped, whipping out his half-hard member. "You want some of this, you got to be naked!" Beth said. "Why? I'm only fucking with my dick." "My pussy, my rules! That's why." She picked up her blouse. He got the message. His jeans dropped and he stepped out of them. He took off his shirt. He had no underwear on so when he stepped out of his shoes he was naked. "Put on the condom." He tore open the package and got it rolled onto his fully erect cock. As Beth watched his preparations she pulled off her panties and bra. "Nice tattoos lady." "Thanks. Now fuck me!" She laid herself on a piece of cardboard and he dropped to his knees between her legs. His grin was wide as if he couldn't believe he was actually fucking this strange, but beautiful, woman. He did his best. It had been twelve years since he had fucked and that time he was half drunk. He wasn't much of a lover, but Beth didn't want romance or a lover. She wanted to cum! He came first and pulled out. She grabbed his hair and said, "Get me off! Stroke my clit! Eat me! Do something! I need to cum!" She forced his head down towards her snatch and he fought against her. "I don't eat pussy!" He said. "Then use your fingers!" That he was willing to do. She guided him through a crash course in fingering a woman to orgasm. When he finally got her where she wanted to go he was amazed. He'd never seen a woman cum before, at least never like Beth came. She thrashed about, screaming and soaked him and the cardboard with her juices. When she came down it was almost like a collapse. He sat and watched, amazed by the vision before him. He thought, 'Long as I live I'll never forget this!' As soon as she could Beth sat up and said, "Thanks, I needed that." She got up and collected her clothes. She also picked up the man's pants. She jumped down from the dock and walked to her car. He pulled on his shirt and said, "Hey, you've got my pants!" She held them up, stuck a ten dollar bill in the pocket and tossed them into the nearest dumpster. "I know you'll forgive me for not taking you back where I found you. I gave you a little bus fare." She finished dressing quickly and got in her car while he jumped down and walked to the dumpster. He hoisted himself in and stood in two feet of paper. Beth got out of her car and watched him. He did what she expected. He bent down, picked up his pants and stood back up. As he stood she slammed the lid down on his head, knocking him out. He probably also cracked his skull. She looked at him to see if he was actually out. When he didn't move she pulled a pack of matches from her purse and lit one. She used it to start a piece of paper she got off the ground and dropped it into the dumpster. With half the lid closed it took two minutes before the fire was big enough for Beth to see the flames. She watched from her car parked nearly a block away. The man didn't get out. She drove home aware that the dragon had stopped itching. At midnight she was in bed, trying to go to sleep. She decided to take something to help her sleep. She walked into the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror. Her dragon had changed! When she had seen it just before Halloween the year before, he had one red eye. The rest of his body was iridescent green. Now she noticed that his front claws had bloody marks on her breast, as if he had dug those claws into her. She looked down at the other tat and saw it had changed as well. Instead of a single tendril along side each side of her slit there were two and they extended onto her inner thighs. She examined the changes for a while then picked up a hand mirror and turned so she could see her back. A year ago someone had drawn on a Celtic cross with a vine. It had completely disappeared bi November. It was back and with changes. In the vines she saw a golden dragon, a black dragon and the outline of another dragon. She put the mirror down and realized the man she had killed at school was a blond. The man she had killed that evening had black hair. The outline meant she was going to kill again! It was four in the morning. Beth's phone rang. She didn't look at caller ID she just picked it up and said, "Did you lose control?" "Yes! You too?" "Yes! It was horrible! And, it's going to happen again!" Amy asked, "How do you know?" "Where are you?" "Home, sitting on the couch. Why?" "Take the phone and go into the bathroom." As Amy walked she asked, "What am I doing in the bathroom?" "Take off your clothes. All of them." She heard the phone being put of the counter top and the sound of clothes being removed. She heard Amy gasp. "My dragon has drawn blood!" Amy said. "Both front claws?" "Yes!" "Look down below. Has it changed?" Beth asked. "Yes! The vines go clear down onto my legs!" "Do you have a hand mirror?" "Yes." "Use it and look at your back." Beth heard a crash and knew Amy had dropped the hand mirror. She waited. Amy asked, "How many dragons are on your back?" "Two full dragons and the outline of another." "What do we have to do to stop this?" Amy was almost hysterical. "I'm not sure we can. What did you see on your back?" "Two brown dragons and the outline of two more." "The man who died tonight, what color hair did he have?" "Brown." Seconds passed and Amy said, "The first man had brown hair, too." "I have a golden and a black dragon." "What about Mr. White? Shouldn't we both have a white dragon?" "Maybe it didn't count because he died of a heart attack." Amy asked, "Are you going to work tomorrow?" "I'm calling in and taking a week's vacation. You?" "Me too." On November first Amy had four dragons on her back along with vines and the Celtic cross. Beth had three dragons on her back with the cross and vines. Both had bloody marks by the claws of the dragons on their breasts. They were both back at work. On November tenth Amy looked in her new hand mirror at her back, expecting the tat would have faded. It had not. The dragons on her back each had red eyes. Beth discovered her back had not faded on the same day. Beth called the man from the parking garage and he took her out to a fabulous dinner. Sparks flew between them and they went out again the next night. All during November and December they dated twice a week. In January it became three times a week, dinner at her apartment and at his, a play, ice skating together and no sex. At the end of February Colin asked her to go with him to a fancy dinner dance. She shopped for a sexy dress that wouldn't show a tattoo. She found one and paid five hundred dollars for it. During that dinner Beth got brave and asked, "What do you think of tattoos?" She watched as color drained from his face and he hesitated. "You mean personally? Would I ever get a tattoo?" "That and what would you think if you discovered I had one?" "I'd want to know more, I guess. When did you get it? Were you drunk? Do you like it?" "Without any of those answers, would you still date me? Could our relationship progress?" "I get it! Would I marry a woman with a tattoo?" Colin asked himself outloud. She waited. He took the last bite of his veal and said, "I haven't thought about it, that way. Truth be told I didn't think our relationship would get that far. I have tattoos and I'm afraid to let you see them." "Afraid? I have trouble picturing you afraid of anything." "Well, thank you, but there are some things." Colin said. "Name one." Beth said. "Halloween!" "Me too! I take vacation." They looked at each other for a long time. Neither of them could think of a way to actually discuss why they didn't like Halloween or their tattoos. Couples around them got up and danced, went to the bar and talked. They didn't move. Beth was thinking about what would happen when he saw the big tattoo on her back and the others. She also wondered about his tattoos. 'What were they? Why would he have tattoos he didn't want her to see? Did he have the name of an ex-wife on his chest?' When he couldn't sit there another moment, he stood and held his hand out to her. She took it and he led them both out of the grand ballroom and directly to the registration desk. He rented a room for the night without ever letting go of her hand. He handed the plastic room key to Beth and took her into the elevator. It quickly went up seven floors and the doors opened. She led them out of the elevator and down the hall. At their door she looked at him, hesitated, then kissed him. It was warm, soft and filled with trembling. When it ended she said, "I hope you still want to kiss me in a few minutes." He nodded. She slipped the key through the slot and heard the latch open. Colin opened the door. They stepped inside. As the door closed and latched she faced him and they kissed again. She took a step back and asked, "Where are your tattoos?" "I have three. One on each thigh and one on my back." "Which will you show me first?" "The one's on my thighs." Colin said. He undid his belt, unbuttoned the button and unzipped his suit pants. When he let go they fell around his feet. His shirt tails covered the tattoos. He lifted his shirt tails and Beth gasped. On one thigh he had a red heart wrapped in vines. On the other, a taiji also wrapped in vines. "What's wrong?" Colin asked. Beth gathered the skirt of her dress and lifted it to her waist. With her right hand she lowered her panties enough to show him her heart and taiji. After a few seconds she dropped her skirt back into place and looked at his face. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. Across the room were two sliding mirror doors for the closet. Beth saw the Celtic cross and three golden dragons on his back. He turned and she saw his back closer. The dragons claws were bloody. She reached out slowly and touched the cross with a finger tip. A jolt of connection was felt by both of them. Neither felt the itch. Beth unsnapped the top of her dress and lowered the small zipper. A shrug of her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. She turned and Colin saw her four dragons and Celtic cross. He reached out and took her in his arms. She said, "I know what the dragons mean." "So do I." He hesitated, "I thought I was the only one." "There are three of us that I know of." Beth said. They finished undressing and got into bed. He told his story and Beth told hers and Amy's. They were tender with each other. The frantic need that pushed them when they were with others was not there. They expressed care and joy for each other, napping and resuming their sharing, mating and caresses until mid-morning. Room service brought breakfast and they enjoyed it, naked and unashamed. When it was time for them to leave the room and step back into their lives Colin asked when they would see each other again. "I'm afraid to think about the next few days." Beth said. "Will I feel the urge again? Have we stopped it by finding each other? Halloween is months away but..." "You have my cell number. I have yours. If you need me, call me. If not sooner, let's have dinner on Saturday." She nodded. They kissed tenderly and left the room. They kissed in the elevator and at Colin's car. When he got her home his cell rang and any thoughts of going inside and playing were dashed. As he spoke to his business partner on the phone he watched Beth's body slithering between his car and her front door. The shiny fabric of her dress highlighted all the things he liked about her body. When she was inside her put his car in DRIVE and pressed on the accelerator. Thirty seconds later they both felt the urge. Beth was undressing and felt the dragon on her breast itch. She looked in the mirror and saw he had grown. She used the hand mirror and saw the outline of a new dragon holding onto the right arm of the Celtic cross. Colin turned onto Foothill Street and felt a surge on his back and a tingle in his genitals. He didn't need to look to know that someone was in danger. From him. Are You Ready? Many miles away Amy stood in her office looking out the window. She had been thinking about how nice it was not feeling the itch, the urge. Suddenly her blue dragon seemed to bite her. The itch, the urge, was back! Before she could walk back to her desk the phone rang. It was Beth. Their call ended when a delivery man knocked on Amy's door. He had a package for her. The next morning the Denver Post had an article on page eight about a man found in the woods, dressed in the brown uniform of UPS and strangled. The day after that a female body was found a quarter mile off the highway between Denver and Boulder. She had been burnt and identification of the body could not be done. The Omaha World-Herald had an article about a man in a FedEx uniform who had bled to death. The article did not say he bled out from the loss of his penis. The Halloween when Beth and Amy got their tattoos was in 2000. Beth can no longer wear a bathing suit or shorts without dragons and vines showing. Amy wears skirts with stockings that hide the tendrils of vines that reach below her knees or she wears long pants. Colin, Beth and Amy take vacations to different places the week of Halloween each year. Last year all three were in Amsterdam. Where will you be this Halloween? Will you be in danger?