0 comments/ 34625 views/ 8 favorites Olivia By: dani_boi I had been talking with Olivia online for a while now and it looked like our "relationship" was progressing nicely. As a cross dresser I had not been attracted to other "CD's" but there was something about her when we talked. Then I saw her pictures and WOW! Olivia is my height 5'7" but a little heavier than my slight 140lbs. She is not fat at all, just a stronger body than mine. I drool over the pictures of her wearing all sorts of sexy clothes, and her long black and red wig gets me hard. She has said that my pictures were nice and "yummy" as well. Some of her best are pictures of her sucking on cocks. God I love the way her lips look wrapped around a nice hard dick! Like it was meant to be there and fits perfect. She had never done anything other than oral with guys so I was very much looking forward to changing that. I wanted her hot cock buried deep inside of me and a chance to show her how good it is to have a hot CD sucking on her cock. We had made plans to meet up at her home. I was very excited as I got myself ready. After showing and shaving my body smooth I sat and began doing my make up. I put on my foundation and began with my eyes. Heavy eye liner and dramatic eye lashes. I then put on sexy purple eye shadow and a bit of blush. My nails were the same purple metallic as my eyes. I finished it off with some dark lipstick and a few sprays of perfume. Next I put on my blonde bob wig and my silver choker. I looked in the mirror and was very happy with my results. I felt very hot as I touched my pierced nipples and belly. Ok no time for that, I walked over to my jewelry box and put on my rings and large hoop earrings. Feeling sexier by the minute I began to dress. Since Olivia was a bit darker than me, almost a Goth look I wanted to go with the pure, innocent look. I rolled my white stay up stockings with seam up the back onto my smooth legs and attached my ankle bracelet. Next I put on my white halter corset and tied it really tight. It really gives me a sexy hour glass shape. I attached the garter straps to my stockings and then pulled up my boy shorts. I love these as they have little open sides. I struggled to decide what to wear over my sexy outfit. I decided on a tight short white skirt and tight purple blouse. It is very sexy but not over the top like I usually do. I slid into my 4" patent white Oxford heels before making one last check in the mirror. I must admit I looked hot and was ready to meet Olivia. I grabbed my purse complete with essentials, grabbed my keys and was out the door. I arrived at Olivia's house a short time later. Nervous and excited I stepped from my car dressed as a sexy woman. I walked up to the door being aware of my stride. I wanted to walk as sexy as I could. I took a deep breath as I tapped on the door, I heard shuffling inside and soon the door opened. There stood Olivia, and man did she look HOT! She was dressed in a black skirt and white blouse, her large erect nipples poking through the sheer material. Her sexy legs covered in black stockings and feet placed in high stilettos with metal heel. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she invited me in. We sat on the sofa where two glasses of wine were set. Soft music played and she had some sweet incense burning along with an array of candles. It was a very sultry atmosphere and I felt lucky to be invited into it. We chatted for a while making small talk. As we talked our eyes occasionally broke gaze, surveying the others body. The conversation was natural and not forced as you might expect it to be. As the wine flowed our hands began to roam, first touching stocking covered legs or hands and up arms. This slow progression was more like a couple of high school girls experimenting, not grown men who have each sucked cock, but it was. It was slow and deliberate. Then it happened, a long pause in conversation where we just smiled and looked at each other. We leaned in and our lips touched sending a wave of pleasure throughout my body. Olivia's tongue danced with mine as our lips remained locked. I moaned into her mouth as her hands pressed and rubbed against my nipples. My own hands wandered down and began working the buttons of her blouse. One by one I exposed her lingerie covered body. She had on a sexy black bra and waist cincher. Our kiss was becoming more heated and more intense. My own shirt was being removed as her mouth licked and sucked at my chest and shoulders. I stood up and pulled at the zipper of my skirt letting it fall to the floor, then stepping from it still in my sexy high heeled Oxfords. Olivia put her hands on my tight firm ass and pulled me to her as she sat on the edge of the sofa. Her mouth went to my stiff cock and she began to lick and nuzzle me through the sheer material of my panties. Her hands found the waist of my boy shorts and she pulled them down. There I was standing in her living room with my hard cock just inches from her beautiful face, ready to have my cock sucked by another man for the first time. Only this was even better because the guy that was going to do it was a super hot cross dresser. She took my cock in her hand and curled her fingers around it. The sexy French manicured finger tips contrasting the skin of my hard dick. She pressed her lips to my mushroom cock head and extended her tongue. I was in heaven as that tongue began to lick all around my head and up and down my shaft. She moaned as she licked which increased the erotic feeling I was already experiencing. Then like before she pressed my cock head to her lips, this time allowing me to penetrate her mouth. Her soft lips molded around me as I slid further into her. It was such a wonderful feeling as my cock went to the back of her throat and then pulled back out. She slowly rubbed my shaft as she continued to lick. My hands found her head and I held tight as I ran my fingers through her hair. Olivia's mouth sliding over my cock was brining me close to my climax. Not wanting to cum just yet I pulled my hard rod from her mouth. A line of pre-cum stuck to her mouth and finally gave way. I got to my knees and pulled at her skirt. I licked up her leg as I tugged at the side of her panties freeing her cock. It was beautiful and I could not wait to have it in my mouth and then in my ass. I quickly dove onto her cock and drove it deep into my mouth. I was a horny slut and wanted it all. My mouth moved quickly up and down on her shaft, allowing her to fuck my mouth. I regained my composure after a good while of her fucking my face and began to explore and lick. As my tongue was going over every inch of that hot cock I looked into her eyes. She was looking back at me as she rubbed her hands over her body. My mouth would slide down her cock and then lick and suck her balls for a while before going back up her shaft. All the while I was jacking it with my hand. Her cock was very wet from my spit and ready to go into my ass. I was ready for it to go into my ass. I gave her a few more soft licks before standing up. I grabbed my purse and pulled out my lube putting a generous amount on her cock. I then began rubbing it into my ass as I stood in front of Olivia who remained on the sofa. As she sat I climbed onto her lap and held her cock in my hands. My own cock sticking straight out as I slowly lowered myself onto her. A soft moan escaped my lips as she entered me; Olivia closed her eyes as inch by inch she filled me up. I was now fully seated on her cock as I began to rock up and down on her. We kissed as my hands supported myself on her shoulders; hers placed firmly on my waist. She would move them up feeling the fabric of my corset before falling back to my waist. Her cock sliding in and out of me put the perfect pressure on my prostate and I knew I was close to cumming. God I loved it when I came from being fucked in my ass. Olivia closed her eyes and increased her tempo of her thrusts into me. I was feeling like such a sexy slut and slammed my ass back down to meet her. My cock was bouncing up and down with our motion. Suddenly I began to shoot my hot sticky load onto Olivia's chest. Stray shots went over her shoulder and one landed on her lips. She extended her tongue and licked her lips clean. My ass squeezed tight as my orgasm continued sending Olivia into ecstasy. She grabbed my ass hard and pulled me down onto her as she began to shoot inside of me. Her cock was pumping her seed deep into me as I moaned out. My own cock had since subsided but this did not quench my thirst for her. I put my mouth on hers and shoved my tongue deep into her. We kissed as her cock twitched and spewed its final drops. I settled into her as she held my ass tight. Our lips locked and her body coved in my cum. My ass filled with her cock and cum. Our kiss broke and we just looked into each others eyes. Olivia Master and i arranged to meet our new friend Olivia at the Cardinal's game. We had been talking to her for many many months. And i had come to like her a lot...Master too. It turned out there was very nice chemistry between the three of us. We were waiting in our seats catching up from not seeing each other for a long time..When Olivia arrived. She was magnificent...even more beautiful than i remembered. i did not hide my being in awe very well. Master seemed pleased with my reaction. She was in her mid -thirties ..creamy skin.... She was average height...curvy in all the right places ...long straight natural blonde hair ...lovely blue eyes. She wore a black low cut halter-top that barely covered her firm breasts, a bare midriff and a wrap around black skirt that ended midway on her milky white legs. She was polite and obedient and outgoing. Olivia sat down between Master and myself...and as she did her skirt swept aside to reveal no panties and a beautifully shaven pussy. She calmly put it back into place after making sure that Master and i both had a good look. We began to watch the game and talk. But i found that i kept staring at the lines of her neck and the way her long blonde hair swept down around her shoulders. Every time she would lean forward to pick up her drink Master and i would both get a nice look at her impressive breasts. After some time of watching the game and talking and lots of flirting... We could all feel the hormones raging. Olivia reached out and boldly ran her hand over the bulge in Masters pants. i was getting so wet just watching her hand on his cock. i had always fantasized of sharing another girl with Master...and now here it is. Olivia looked over at me and smiled and said that we both deserved some attention. She turned to Master and asked him is she may. He said yes that he would allow it. Before i even had a chance to ask what they were talking about... she slid her hand under the jacket i had across my lap and up my skirt until i could felt her fingers brush my smoothly shaven pussy. i was taken by surprise and quickly looked to Master for reassurance...He insisted that it was okay to relax and enjoy it. i said to Him yes Master...and did as He wished. i closed my eyes and moved my legs apart ...with thoughts running through my head of wanting this and liking this and wondering if others were watching.....she ran her fingers over my clit and slid them into me...i let out a small very soft moan. She pulled her wet fingers out and licked them clean. The game was just about over...Olivia suggested we all go back the her place. Master agreed that that was a good idea... We arrived at Olivia's place...it wasn't very far away....and had a nice element of privacy to it.. There were trees and high hedges that surrounded the building and yard. She gave us a tour of the house.....ending in the back yard and pool area....where we would be spending the majority of the evening. The pool area was very nice and inviting. It had a waterfall made from large boulders.....The sound of the water cascading down into the pool was very relaxing. There were colorful flowers and plants everywhere....the air was filled with a magnificent and intoxicating fragrance. She pointed out a few useful aspects of the pool area. The water fall had two sets of rings on each side of it Where someone could be attached to each one. They were spaced just right as to where a single person could be placed slightly under the falling water. There was a bed or sorts...almost futon looking on the opposite end of the pool. It was covered in shimmering black satin sheets. There were metal rings on each of the four corners of the bed.... A small table on either side of the bed.....There was a large plush chair a few feet away from the bed. Off to the side there was a small shed that contained various items that could be useful...pillows.... blankets...adult toys....and such. Olivia went to the shed and brought out a few pillows and a blanket. Placed them on the bed. We both went inside to gather the necessary things. Water...ash tray... cleansing cloths... While we were doing this Master was looking in the shed for things He wanted to use for the evening. He found a tote with clamps...vibrators....clothes pins....rope and other various things of that nature. Olivia and i brought out the water and other items...she set them up on the table next to the chair...i set the things from the tote on the tables by the bed. All with easy access for Master. Master sat comfortably in the chair. Olivia and i stood by the bed awaiting His instructions. i was a bit nervous having never been with a woman before....but excited to...and my black lace panties were soaked to prove it. Olivia sensed my nervousness.... she smiled sweetly and took my hand and pulled me closer to her. Master told us to remove our clothes. He looked at me smiled and said all of them. He knows me so well. We slowly and quietly removed our clothes...i quickly fathered them up folded them neatly and placed them to the side out of the way and out of reach. We stood there in the glow of the evening sun...naked...completely exposed and vulnerable. Nipples hard ....eager for Masters touch...warm wet pussy in anticipation of being used. Master sat there looking at us for a moment...seemingly happy with His choice of us. He told us to come to Him. i took Olivia's hand ...we walked to where Master was and knelt at His feel. He ran His fingers through my hair...pulling my hair back. He says "tell Me" ....i look into His eyes for a brief moment... " i am Yours Master. mind. body. heart. i will always do anything to please You." In that moment something changes...the outside world no longer exist. i am completely His....mentally....emotionally....physically....i am His to do with as He pleases. He took my right nipple... Olivia's left nipple.....pulled and squeezed on them while asking me what He was doing to do with me and my little friend. i replied " anything and everything that You want to do to us." Master looked to Olivia ...squeezed our nipples harder.....asking her does she agree. She nodded yes...Master said we were His smart girls. i always melt inside when Master refers to me or something of me as His. i looked over at Olivia. i was happy that she was here....and that Master agreed to let her join us. She was what i thought the image of perfect was. The lines of her body were beautiful...she was very feminine ...she was submissive and open to new things...she wasn't needy or suffocating ....she was humble and down to earth...intelligent and funny...i liked her a lot.....and felt comfortable with her. i wanted to be with her and i wanted her to know the joys of being with Master. Her long blonde hair was gently blowing in the wind....she was slightly perspiring......making her pale skin glow and her curves glisten in the evening sun. i could feel her anticipation and smell her arousal... i wanted to touch her..... her moist lips...her soft skin....her perky breasts...large and hard nipples....smooth wet pussy. But i knew not to do so until i was given permission from Master. Master said it was time for us to entertain Him. He told us we may kiss....to make it slow and passionate. But do nothing else. Olivia put her hands my neck and i placed my hands on her waist....our lips touching....slowly and tenderly.....our tongues meet...tasting each other... breathing becomes deeper....nipples grow harder..pussies wetter. Master runs His hands through both of our hair..and says mmmmmm very nice. While we are kissing Master reaches down to my pussy to check the wetness then Olivia's....He was pleased that we were so wet. He took the wetness that he gathered while playing with our pussy and smeared it on both our lips and told us to carry on. She pulled me closer kissing me harder...our hard nipples rubbing together. Soft moans coming from both of us. Master says we may stop now. i look over to Master...his cock is very hard beneath his pants...it looks as though it may burst through at any moment. i can't help but to smile. i like when Master is happy.. and i so badly want His cock on my mouth. He says for us to stand up and face back to back..holding hands.... We do as He says...He walks around to Olivia's side and squeezes her nipples very hard while kissing her. i feel her squirm a bit...he rubs her clit while sucking and biting on her nipples...she moans softly ...her breathing becomes hard.....she squirms a bit more. The thought of Master having His way with her and her movements and sounds are making me very aroused. Master comes around to me and He asks me would i like to taste my friend again. i nod my head yes...He puts his fingers to my lips..i lick and suck her juices off ...when all of her is off of His fingers He kisses me ....twisting and squeezing my nipples...making them ache. He moves to kissing my neck...moving to biting my nipples ....while rubbing my clit... driving me crazy... i try to be still ...not to make a sound. But i cannot. The sounds slip from my mouth...Olivia squeezes my hands tighter....and i do so hers too. Master knows all the right buttons to push. Master comes back to kissing me and reaches around to let her suck my juices off His fingers. When she is done he lifts my head up and tells me that He is going to hurt me tonight. and possibly my friend too.. i smile and take a deep slow breath... because i know exactly what that means. He slaps my face very firmly on both sides...which translates in my mind as "I love you." He takes the large wooden spoon from off of the table. He tells us do not let go of each others hands. i say yes Master.. she replies yes Sir. He walks to in front of me. i think that He is going to strike my tits so i close my eyes. He tells me in playful but firm tone that He's not going to start with me first so not to scare off our little friend. i think to myself...thanks...i think...i smiled and said i understood. He kissed me on my forehead and within seconds i hear the spoon slap against her flesh. Again and again and again. Her grip tightens in my hand... there are several more strikes ...i can almost feel the stinging and burning that i know she is experiencing. i feel the vibrations of her moans of pain. i am surprisingly turned on from Master hurting her. My breathing and heart rate becomes more rapid from arousal and anticipation of what i know is to come once He comes around my way. A few more strikes happen. Not nearly as many as i thought there would be. There is a pause and i feel her body relax against mine. Master is now standing in front of me. He says to me guess what? i softly ask what? He firmly says this is going to hurt. i close my eyes and look away surrendering myself to Him. i feel His hand slide across my tits. He squeezed them hard several times. Lifting me up by my nipples...kissing me once on the lips ...telling me that He loves me. He starts beating on my tits with the spoon. The more i don't react. The faster and harder He hits. Until i let go of my composure. It's hard to stay still ..i do my best to do so. i lock my fingers with hers so not to accidently let go. my tits were red and stinging. He rubbed them for a moment....letting me catch my breath... He struck under my tits ....all around them...and my nipples. Some areas where He hit the most were turning black and blue already. My tits were sore , burning, stinging. My nipples were sore and throbbing. i could feel Olivia jump a tiny bit every time Master struck my tits. She squeezed my hand a small bit every time i let out a noise in pain.... i wanted to tell her that it was okay, but i know not to move or speak unless told to. When Master felt i'd had enough. He rubbed them some more and kissed me before He walked around to Olivia to check on her. There was some talking and kissing. Her grip relaxed. Her breathing calmed. i stood there contently lost in the hurt that Master just gave to me. Master instructed us to face each other put our hands on each others waist. And don't move. We both replied to Him and did as He said. Our sore tits pressed into each other as we did. Making both of us wetter. Master went to the table to get the next item the one He would use on our asses. i closed my eyes still being lost in the pain in my tits. Suddenly she jumped a little and made a small screech. Master had struck her ass with the cane. He came around and did the same to me. He said it was to give me something to think about while He was tending to Olivia. i heard the familiar and missed sound of the cane against her ass. The sound of it going through the air..the impact...the cries coming from her. Repeated over and over and over. Her fingers digging into my side with each strike. Her body tensing and relaxing against mine. The heat of her arousal. She rested her head on my shoulder. Master asked her how she was. i held her closer to me comforting her. i felt Masters hand brush against my ass. Immediately following His touch was several strikes from the cane. another. and another and another. Feeling not only the sting of each individual welt...but Masters enjoyment as well. He kept it up for several minutes. i feel the dizziness as the symphony of the heat ...pain...throbbing and stinging set in. The pain was intense and deep. i was sure my ass was very colorful and i could feel that there were many welts. When Master felt i had enough. He said to our place on the bed. i brushed her hair out of her face we held hands as we walked to the bed..taking our position next to each other .... i pulled the pillows close to us giving her one to rest her stomach on..making it easier to stay up for Master. He lubed up a butt plug and loosened up our asses for to make it easier for Him to fuck us. He told me that while He fucked Olivia's ass that i was to rub her clit and she would do the same when He was in my ass. That we would not stop rubbing until He said so. Master slid his cock slowly into her ass. Both letting out a moan of pleasure...i began rubbing her clit....her pussy was soaked....as i rubbed her clit started to swell. Master fucked her harder... her body rocking into Him and writing against my fingers on her clit. i could feel that she was fighting cumming. My fingers were becoming very wet with her warm juices. i wanted so bad to taste her. Master said i may stop. She became still and quiet. i felt the but plug be removed. And Master's cock that i was longing for replacing it. Deep hard thrusts... ..slowly in and out... Olivia rubbing my clit. My body reacting to both. Along with my sore tits pressed against the bed. Wanting to explode so bad. Gripping the pillow tightly doing all that i can not to give into the need. My clit throbbing..my pussy aching. Dripping wet. Master explodes filling my ass with his cum. He laid down in the middle of the bed motioning for us girls to come up beside Him. We laid there quiet ...resting...enjoying being next to each other. Calm...content...safe. After some time Master got dressed and went into the house for several minutes. When He came back out He called for us to come to Him. And instructed us to undress Him. Olivia took to taking off His shirt...slowly unbuttoning it slowly removing it....and me at the same time undoing His belt and and removing His pants. She kissed Him down his chest and stomach stopping at His again hard cock....i kissed Him up His legs stopping at his rock hard cock. i looked up at Master asking Him may we? He said that we could. i gently massaged His balls and began licking them...slowly running my tongue all around them softly sucking each one into my mouth. Olivia while i was giving His balls attention was kissing and licking His cock. Taking it slowly into her mouth....deeper each time...in and out..over and over...keeping a nice rhythm. Master suggested we move to the bed...when He laid down...Olivia and i switched she gave His balls her attention....i took over sucking and licking His cock...taking my time. Keeping it up until Master exploded in my mouth....Olivia taking some into her too. Not swallowing until we are given permission to. After a short rest. Master told us both to lay on our backs. He pulled a riding crop from under the bed....He told us to spread out pussy lips apart. He inspected our wetness. He said very nice but that He thinks we can do better and that He'd help us out with that. He used the end of the riding crop to smack our clits...switching back and forth between the both of us. The stinging and hurt felt so good. The world was spinning. The only thing i was aware of was Master...Olivia ...the hurt...and the sounds and movement coming from us...Moans of pain and pleasure...Bright pink clits. Swollen. Stinging. Sore. Wet. Bodies fighting against the urge and the need of release. Master loving every moment of hurting and teasing His girls. Master said that we were going to entertain him again. He took the ash tray and His water from the table and went to sit in the chair. Olivia and i stayed on the bed. We sat there quietly waiting for Master to tell us what He wanted. After a few moments He told us that He wanted us to play with each other, fuck each other., make love to each other. but do not cum...until He says to. Olivia and i were sitting on our knees facing each other. She brushed my hair away from my face......running her fingers over and around my lips....Making her way down to my sore nipples. She gently rolled them between her fingers......causing them to become harder....alternating back and forth between each nipple. As she was doing this i was tracing the outline of her thighs and stomach. She leaned into kiss me and softly pushing me back onto the bed ...laying next to me....slightly above me.....placing her lovely marked tits where my face was...i take her tender nipple into my mouth sucking and licking it...slowly and gently.....Her hand finding it's way to my hot wet pussy. i let out a small cry as she touched my freshly beaten clit. She quickly pulled away... i whispered to her it was okay and placed her hand back. She slid her fingers into my already soaked pussy... slow and gentle ..in and out...gradually harder and faster...it feeling so good...and wanting more i began trusting to meet her hand...out of breath .... aching for release... pushed to the point of needing her to stop. i switched our positions....her laying down and me beside her. i began kissing her neck and all over her sore and tender tits... being careful as not to hurt her....down her stomach...over her thighs and up to her warm drenched pussy....kissing and licking every inch of it. Enjoying her smell and taste....gently sucking her clit into my mouth...feeling it swell more as i did so...her body writhing against me....slipping my fingers deep into her dripping pussy...swirling my tongue around her clit ..and inside of her....making a trail of her wetness from her pussy up to her tits...slowly licking it away making my way back to her nipples....never letting my fingers leave her clit....both of us lost in each other...teasing each other till we almost cant take anymore.....until Master says to stop. When Master commands us to stop...we both collapse on the bed exhausted and spent....He smiles and tells us that He's not through with us yet. He comes and sits on the end of the bed facing us...He gets two vibrators from the table...torturing out clits with them...fucking our pussy with them...pushing and pushing. Our bodies needing but fighting. Moans and cries fill the air... bodies reaching for the sky as He places the vibrator on our clits. Until the words burst out of my mouth...begging him intensely to please let us cum for Him. Olivia doing the same. Master appeared happy hearing us call out to Him...beg Him..plead with Him....to have total control of us...mind and body. Olivia He said that we may cum for Him. But we had to cum long and hard. We did. For nearly an hour. Our bodies shivering and shaking.....soaking the bed all for Master. When Master felt we had enough and completely exhausted ourselves. He said we may stop.... kissed us both.....laid down between us....Master said next time we were going to make use of that waterfall....there were no more talking or movement.....we all drifted off to sleep together ...happy and content. Olivia I was on a short business trip to New York when I found myself witnessing a kidnapping. I had just exited an office building where I had been interviewing for a job with a major marketing company when I nearly collided with a young, pretty woman who was walking past. She nodded acknowledgement of my "excuse me, sorry" and continued walking. Since she was very pretty I kept watching her as she continued down the street. When she was about three doors away, a dark colored panel truck skidded to a halt next to her, the side door slid open and a man jumped out and grabbed the girl. In the time it took me to react and start toward the struggling pair, the man had tossed her into the truck and the truck began to drive away. Uncharacteristically, the New York traffic there was light that day and I knew I couldn't reach them in time to help. But I did have two things I could do. I grabbed my pen and wrote the license number of the truck on the first thing available to me--my hand. And then I took out my cell phone and dialed 911. After I gave a report to the 911 operator, including which way the van had turned when it reached the corner, she told me to stay on the line and to remain where I was. When she came back on the line, she told me that a detective would join me very soon. I told her I wouldn't move. Later, I was extremely happy that I made that decision. In just a few minutes, a car pulled up and a woman wearing a badge got out of the car, looked around, then zeroed in on me and walked toward me. "Are you the man who reported the kidnapping?" she asked me. When I shook my head "yes" she continued, "I'm Detective Benson. Olivia Benson. I need to ask you some questions." She continued talking, but I didn't hear what she was saying, because I was staring at her. She was beautiful, not in the glamorous, movie star way, but in the "I can't take my eyes off you" way. She was tall, with dark, full hair and eyes that I could have looked at all day. She had on a pantsuit and jacket, so I couldn't see her legs, but under the jacket I could see that she had large, full breasts. Coming back to reality, I said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't hear what you were saying. I guess I'm pretty shook up by what happened." "No need to apologize," Detective Benson said, "That could happen to anyone, but I will say that you reacted very quickly in getting the license number and calling it in. That should help us a lot. In fact, the van apparently has been spotted and my partner is with the cars that are trying to stop it right now." She continued, "Now we need to go to our station house and get a full statement from you." We got in her unmarked car and in a few minutes I was sitting at her desk as she prepared to take my statement. Before she sat down she removed her jacket and hung it on the back of her chair. As she twisted around to do this, her breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse and I thought I could see the nipple on her left breast pushing out. I hoped the hard-on I was getting wasn't noticable. About half-an-hour later Oliva was wrapping up her questions, which had been very inclusive and which had brought out some details I hadn't realized I had seen. Toward the end of the session she asked me why I had been at that location and I explained to her that I was living in Los Angeles now, but was in New York checking out a strong job possibility. At that moment her lieutenant walked up and told us that the van had been stopped and two men taken into custody. The woman who had been kidnapped was shaken up and taken to the hospital for a check-up, but seemed to be completely unharmed. He noted that it was possible that these two men were responsible for two other kidnappings where the woman had been raped and beaten before being released. "Well," Olivia said, "since they were picked up with the victim and she'll be able to testify to that, we might only need you if this goes to trial and you have to testify about seeing the kidnapping and getting the license number. I have your information in Los Angeles, but if you do move here, please let me know how we can get in touch with you. And," she continued, "if I can ever do anything for you, give me a call." "Actually," I said, "there is something you might do for me. You know I'm a visitor here, and I really hate to eat alone. Would you consider having dinner with me tonight?" She laughed a beautiful laugh and said, "I don't usually socialize with witnesses, but I guess it's not likely there will be a trial and even so, your role wouldn't be crucial, and I do have to eat, so, yes, I would be happy to have dinner with you, but I'll have to finish my report first." My spirits and my penis soared. When I told her which hotel I was staying at, she remarked that their restaurant was top rated and she had never been there. We agreed to meet in the lobby at 8 o'clock. She had an officer drive me back to my hotel where I had the concierge make dinner reservations, with the stipulation that I be given a very quiet, private booth. In my room I showered, shaved and dressed with special care. At 7:45 I was in the lobby waiting. Five minutes later, Olivia arrived and I noted that the eyes of all the men in the lobby followed her as she walked toward me. It was understandable. Olivia had changed from her work clothes into a spectacular, short cocktail dress that emphasized her long, slender legs and her breasts. The bodice was cut low and the tops of her full breasts bounced above the material as she walked. I was surprised but delighted when Olivia greeted me with a firm hug, one that pressed her breasts against my chest. "It's nice to get away from work," she said. "It's not too often that I have the chance." "It's definitely my pleasure," I said, as we walked to the entrance and were shown to our booth. "I think I'm the envy of every man here," I said. She waved off the compliment, but her eyes were sparkling as we were seated. We had two glasses of red wine before dinner and then finished off the bottle and started on another during our meal. The quiet atmosphere and the wine lent itself to almost two hours of extensive conversation. After I answered Olivia's questions about me--my background, my jobs, my marital status (once engaged but never married)--I steered the conversation to Olivia, but I was very careful not to ask her questions about her job, or why she liked working in the Special Victims Unit, or if she had ever shot anyone, or how she could work year-after-year dealing with such tragic victims. I sensed that Oliva wanted an "away" night, where she could as best as possible forget about the evil that was always out there and that she had to deal with day after day. As we talked and talked and later sipped our after-dinner drinks, Olivia moved even closer to me and I could feel her soft, warm thigh against my leg. Her voice was low and throaty as she said "Corey, I have never talked this much about myself to anyone. I'm a very private person who has been hurt several times in my life, so I tend not to let anyone get too close to me. But I feel so comfortable with you that I'm almost afraid to let this go on, but I desperately want it to. Can we go to your room now?" I wanted to yell "yes, yes, yes," but I had just opened my mouth to reply when she giggled (we had had quite a bit of wine), snuggled even closer to me and said "Wait, I haven't read you your rights." That confused me momentarily, but I kept still as she put her mouth next to my ear and whispered "You have the right to remain as silent as possible." Then she put her hand over the enlarging bulge in my pants and said "You have the right to become totally aroused and hard." I was in the process of exercising that right when she began stroking my penis through my pants and whispered "You have the right to show me how much you like this." Her breath was warm in my ear and her hand moved faster and faster. The combination soon did its work and I ejaculated into my shorts. Olivia threw her arms around me and began kissing me. Her lips were warm and full and her tongue was wet and sexy as it darted in and out of my mouth. I joined in the French kissing. After a minute, she pulled slightly away from me and said "I hope you recover quickly, because I'm going to expect great things from you tonight." I quickly paid the bill and together we started for the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, Olivia moved into my arms and we began kissing again. I was totallly excited and I knew she was excited, too, because when I moved my hand onto her breast, I could feel her nipple pushing out. Somehow we made it into the room and began undressing each other. As Olivia's dress fell to the floor I saw she was only wearing a bra and a thong underneath. More of her breasts were above the bra cups than were in them. At that point she pulled down my boxers--wet from the heavy load I had dumped in them at the restaurant--and my erect penis sprang out. Olivia grabbed my dick in her hand and said "You're hard again. Good." With that, she did the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Olivia stripped off her bra and panties and dropped onto the bed with her head on the pillows. Then she rolled her body up and spread her legs, exposing her pussy to me. Then, to complete the picture, she reached down with both hands and spread her pussy lips wide open. Olivia was offering her vagina to me. I stared at this mind-blowing picture for just a moment, then stepped up onto the bed, moved between her legs and drove my hard prick deep into her body. Olivia moaned as her vaginal tunnel clasped my prick. I believed that Olivia wanted our first sex together to be hard and fast, so I accommodated her (and me). I pumped into her as hard as I could, with my balls slapping against her ass. I was in so deep that the end of my penis was hitting against her cervix on each downstroke. Soon I felt Olivia's body beginning to tremble and I assumed she was nearing an orgasm. I wanted to satisfy her, so I continued my hard strokes in her. Then she let out a moan as her legs straightened out and dropped onto the bed, taking me with her. The action pulled my penis out of her, but as her body continued jolting, I slipped back inside her vagina and continued the fucking motions. Almost immediately my own body started its own reactions and my penis swelled even more (which I didn't think possible) and I started pumping my cum into Olivia's vagina. There was so much that it spilled back over the head of my penis and began leaking out of her tunnel. We both lay quiet for a few moments, then Olivia leaned toward me, kissed me deeply and said, "That was very satisfying, but now that we've fucked, I want you to make love to me." So I did. I pulled out of her cunt and put my arms around her. We lay side-by-side, with our naked bodies pressed together. For a long time we just kissed, with our tongues exploring each other's mouth. Then I kissed her chin, her eyes, her ears. She did the same for me. Finally I began kissing my way down her body. Her skin was warm and smooth and exciting. I reached her breasts and then leaned back and really looked at them. They were magnificent. They were large, but just right for her tall, tight body. They hung slightly down on her chest. Her brown areola were about silver dollar size and her brown nipples were thick and large and totally engorged. I spent a lot of time loving her breasts. I reached beneath them and lifted then up slightly. They felt totally right in my hands. I squeezed the soft flesh.I fondled and stroked her tits for several minutes. I slid my fingers through the cleft between her breasts and around the curve at the bottom of them. I moved them up to her areolas and traced circles around her nipples. I kissed each nipple repeatedly. I sucked each one into my mouth and let my tongue lap over their hard but spongy surface. Olivia sighed deeply as I sucked and nipped and flicked and squeezed her nipples. I wanted to stay forever, holding her breasts and loving her nipples, but there was more territory to explore. I reluctantly left her breasts and nipples and began kissing my way down her body. At her belly button I thrust my tongue inside and fluttered it around. Olivia seemed to like that. She also liked it when I pressed my face into her pubic hair, which was thick and brown but well trimmed. I moved my face back and forth in the hair, taking in the womanly scent that eminated from just below. I moved even lower, spread her legs open and began kissing the inside of her thighs. Her skin was warm and smooth. I kissed both thighs, then placed my mouth directly on her vulva. I licked up from the bottom of her cunt lips to the top, then I spread her outer lips open and licked the pink insides. Olivia groaned and began moving her body as I licked up and down. I thought I could taste my own sperm that I had pumped into her vagina earlier. When I reached her clitoris, I began sucking it and flicking it with my tongue, just as I had done with her nipples. As I sucked, I felt it moving. I pulled my head back and watched in fascination as her clitoris grew larger and larger and pushed far outside her clitoral hood, until it looked like a miniature penis sticking out of the top of her pussy. I dropped my mouth back on the engorged clit, clamped my lips down on it and began back and forth movements, as if I were masturbating a penis. Olivia responded almost immediately, her body beginning jerking motions that quickly turned into another massive orgasm. When her movements subsided, she pulled me up on top of her again and we kissed deeply and lovingly. Then I felt her hand move down our bodies until it reached my again erect penis. She maneuvered my prick around until it found her vagina and then once more I was fully imbedded inside her. This time, we moved together slowly, savoring the feelings of two bodies being one. With our movements synchronized, it was impossible to tell who was fucking whom. After a few minutes, Olivia said, "Corey, pull out of me." I followed her instructions and she rolled over, lifted her ass in the air and presented her cunt to me for doggy style fucking. I moved up behind her as I marveled at her body. Her legs were long and taut. Her breasts hung down invitingly. Her pussy lips were long and smooth. She moved her legs slightly apart and her lips spread open and I could see her vagina open and waiting for me. I slid inside her and resumed my fucking motions. She joined me in the back and forward motions until once again we were in a perfect rhythm. I looked down and watched as my penis moved in and out of her body. Without stopping my movements, I reached down and took her wonderful breasts in my hands, marveling at their texture and the feel of her long, hard nipples. Then I reached down further until I could take her engorged clitoris between my fingers and rubbed and pinched it lightly to add to Olivia's sexual satisfaction. Her breathless murmurings of "that's good. that's good" let me know my actions were appreciated. Soon both of us were increasing our speed and intensity as we moved to yet another climax. This time I came first and the amount of cum I shot into Olivia's vagina was no less than the first time. And the feeling of my climax sent Olivia into her own orgasm and her body shook well after I had completed my thrusts in her. We both lay spent on the bed, our bodies still joined. Then I slid my penis out of Olivia and turned her over to face me. We held each other without speaking for some time, just savoring the intense experience we had shared. Then Olivia reached up, stroked my face and said "How about that job offer you were telling me about?" I laughed and replied, "I think I'm going to take it. I think the benefits will be well worth it." # # # Olivia AVERTISMENT: Intamplarile descrise fiind reale, s-ar putea ca numele si locatiile sa fi fost schimbate. E o dimineata de vara superba. Sunt in vacanta de vara si tocmai ce m-am intors de pe litoral, cu doar cateva zile in urma. Nu stiu cum se face, dar peste tot pe unde am dat telefon, toata lumea e plecata din oras. Am uitat sa mentionez ca am saptesprezece ani si sunt elev de liceu. Apartamentul, cu exceptia prezentei mele, e pustiu -- ai mei sunt plecati la munca. Acuma, ce sa fac? Daca ma hotarasc sa merg la vreun cinematograf, probabil ca atmosfera va fi sufocanta si mai dau si de aglomeratie... Cea mai buna solutie, zic eu, este sa ma duc la un strand, insa, proaspat venit de la mare, probabil ca bazinele mi se vor parea ligheane, inclusiv cel olimpic... Dar, cine stie, poate ca gasesc si eu acolo pe cineva cunoscut... E aproape zece dimineata, insa nu dau de aglomeratia la care, sincer, ma asteptam... Iau prosopul cel mare, il desfac si-l intind pe iarba. Apoi, ma indrept spre apa, sa vad cum e. Nu e nici prea rece, dar nici prea calda, asa ca, uitandu-ma spre soare, hotarasc sa mai aman... Ma intorc si ma indrept spre prosop. Din fericire, am avut inspiratia sa iau o carte cu mine... Nu trece mult si simt ca se apropie cineva -- craci luuuungi, lungi de tot, pusi in evidenta si de o pereche de sandale cu toc inalt, o rochie alba, de vara, obraznic de scurta, o sacosa de plaja mare, tate de toata frumusetea, o fata misto... Ochelarii de soare nu-mi permit sa-i vad ochii, asa ca, deocamdata, nu stiu cum arata, ce culoare au. Toate astea sunt inconjurate, sa zic asa, de un par de un blond inchis, batand spre saten... Fac pe intelectualul, prefacandu-ma ca citesc in continuare, rugandu-ma la Doamne-Doamne sa faca bine si sa se aseze undeva in apropiere... Se pare ca am noroc, intrucat se opreste si-si intinde prosopul relativ aproape de mine, la cativa metri, chiar in fata mea. Isi scoate sandalele, apoi rochia, lasand sa se vada ce abdomen plat si fara grasimi are, in general "prezentand la raport" un corp bine proportionat, cu toate bine plasate... Sincer, imi place ce vad, insa am o mica problema... Domnita are vreo douazeci si de ani, iar eu, cum am zis deja, nu am decat saptesprezece... Stiu ca toti imi spun ca nu mai arat a adolescent, mai mult, mai am si pachetul de tigari langa mine... Acuma, stiu deja care-i mersul... Daca stau cu ochii cat cepele, holbandu-ma, probabil ca asta-i tot ce-mi poate reveni... Mai mult, nu-i exclus ca gagica sa astepte pe cineva... Hai, baiete, ia citeste tu in continuare si... lasa gandurile "murdare", mai ales ca, fiind la plaja, daca-ti vin "idei", s-ar putea ca slipul tau sa devina, rapid, neincapator... Ma ridic, ma asez in pozitia Lotus si incep, de data asta, sa citesc, pe bune... Dupa vreo zece minute, sesizez ca domnita se ridica si, spre surprinderea mea, se indreapta spre mine. Ma prind rapid ca tine o tigara intre degete, asa ca iau bricheta de sub prosop si-i dau un foc. Isi aprinde tigara, apoi imi spune: - Multumesc, mi-am uitat-o pe a mea acasa, pe masa, cand mi-am baut cafeaua, mai devreme... Ii zambesc amabil: - Nici o problema, cat sunt eu aici, este si bricheta... - Esti foarte dragut, multumesc! Se ridica si se intoarce pe prosopul ei. Dupa vreo jumatate de ora, se apropie din nou -- urmam aceeasi procedura, imi multumeste, apoi: - Stii ce te rog, e tipul asta care tocmai s-a asezat aproape de mine si care, de cand a venit, se tot holbeaza la mine -- ma face sa ma simt ca un animal la obor -- te-ar deranja daca as veni sa-mi asez prosopul langa al tau?... - Doamne! Nici o problema! Revine la prosopul ei si incepe sa-si stranga nimicurile. Las cartea de-o parte si ma grabesc sa o ajut -- eu iau prosopul, ea sacosa, si aranjez totul, de asa natura incat prosoapele noastre aproape ca se lipesc unul de celalalt... Tipul in cauza, normal, s-a prins de manevra, asa ca incepe sa-mi arunce niste priviri ucigatoare -- are spre treizeci de ani, dupa cum arata, insa habar n-are, saracu', ce bine sunt eu antrenat... Oricum, nu se intampla nimic, asa ca lucrurile se calmeaza de la sine... - Apropos, pe mine ma cheama Olivia. Ma prezint si eu, apoi, ca sa ma aflu in vorba, zic si eu: - De fapt, e mai bine asa, nu mai trebuie sa faci naveta ca sa-ti aprinzi tigarile... Zambeste, isi ia o tigara, iar eu, baiat bine crescut, i-o aprind... Acum e acum, daca ma intreaba ce fac, o sa ajungem inevitabil si la capitolul, varsta... Pentru moment, tipul cel indraznet, salveaza situatia, strangandu-si lucrurile si plecand la "vanatoare" inalta parte... - Doamne! Zau ca nu pot intelege cum pot fi unii barbati!... Olivia pare suparata pe bune... - Nu poti avea un pic de liniste, asa, intr-un loc public, ca de nicaieri apare cate unul de-asta, sa-ti strice cheful... Iata ca a venit momentul sa fiu si eu cinstit, corect... - Scuza-ma, dar... ar trebui sa-ti marturisesc ca si eu te-am observat, de cum ai aparut pe plaja, te-am admirat... Imi cer scuze, dar asta e adevarul!... Olivia imi zambeste, chiar chicoteste un pic, apoi imi zice: - Si crezi ca nu am observat?!? Noi, femeile, avem, sa zic asa, un fel de radar in ce priveste lucrurile astea. Diferenta este ca tu te-ai purtat civilizat, nu ca... scuza-mi expresia, labagiul ala... Apoi, continua: - Faptul ca te-ai uitat la mine, ca m-ai admirat, scuze, dar daca chiar nu te uiti, inseamna ca nu esti barbat! Consider ca a sosit clipa sa arunc cu ghiuleaua: - Pana la urma, asta-i crucea pe care trebuie s-o purtati voi, femeile frumoase -- trebuie sa suportati, sa va obisnuiti sa fiti admirate, dorite si asa mai departe... Izbucneste in ras: - Hai, continua in stilul asta si o sa-mi cos prosopul de al tau! Acuma, dragule, sa fim seriosi! E clar ca ma placi, iar prezenta mea aici si acum nu dovedeste decat ca ai, cel putin, doua calitati: arati bine si mai esti si decent!... Multumesc si iau o alta tigara... Se uita la mine, ba mai mult, isi scoate ochelarii de soare, lasandu-ma sa vad ca are ochii de un verde inchis, apoi ii pune la loc pe nas: - Asculta, nu cumva fumezi cam prea mult pentru un tip de varsta ta? Asta ca sa nu spun ca, de fapt, n-ar prea trebui sa fumezi deloc!... Hopa! S-a prins! - Fumez de la doisprezece ani, asa ca am apucat sa acumulez ceva "experienta"... Ma priveste in continuare, zambind: - Daca se uita cineva la tine, iti da, probabil, undeva la douazeci si patru de ani -- pe mine, insa, nu ma pacalesti! Ai maxim nouasprezece! Trebuie sa raspund ceva, rapid si inteligent, totodata... - Si chestia asta te deranjeaza? Vreau sa spun... pot face eu o droaie de chestii, insa sa imbatranesc inainte de vreme, in acte, zau ca nu ma pricep! - Lasa actele! Poti arata mai in varsta, cu siguranta! Insa... nu si la plaja... Te tradeaza pielea corpului... Spunand asta, imi mangaie umarul si bratul... Realizez, rapid, ca s-ar putea sa am o problema la "parter", asa ca ma arunc pe burta. Olivia izbucneste in ras, iar eu ma inrosesc exact ca un adolescent ce pot sa fiu... Vazandu-ma rade si mai tare, iar eu ma incrunt... Se opreste din ras: - Mai, daca te simti prost, imi pare rau, n-am vrut... - Nu ma simt insultat, insa... atingerea ta a provocat o anumita reactie... Rade iarasi, din toata inima: - Stiu, mi-am dat seama. Nu-ti face probleme! Femeile, de obicei, sunt incantate ca pot provoca asemenea reactii unui barbat!... Oricum, e de bine... A zis barbat, nu baiat... Face o mica pauza: - Cum e apa? Ai fost sa faci baie? - Am verificat-o, imediat ce am sosit, in jur de zece -- nici prea, prea, nici foarte, foarte... - Ei, lasa, ca oricum nu intentionam sa fac baie, m-am gandit doar sa vin sa ma bronzez vreo ora... - Cum tocmai am sosit de la mare, probabil ca-ti imaginezi ce senzatie imi provoaca ligheanele astea... Isi termina tigara: - Oricum, daca tot suntem aici, ce zici daca facem o baie, apoi ne uscam la soare . Dupa aceea, putem sa mergem la umbra pomilor, sau, mai vedem... M-a luat in gasca ei, e clar si e si bine... Intram in apa, inotam un pic, apoi Olivia, din "greseala", imi atinge pula cu mana, apoi se intoarce si se impinge cu piciorul in abdomenul meu, inotand spre marginea bazinului. Se intoarce spre mine: - Vii, sau ce faci? Ma apropii de ea si in timp ce urca pe scara sa iasa din bazin, o "ajut" punandu-i o o mana ferm pe cur. Dupa ce iese din bazin, se intoarce la mine, zambind: - Nu ma supar, o meritam!... Ne intoarcem la prosoape, iar ea, dupa ce pare sa se gandeasca o clipa, imi spune: - Stii ce? Cred ca mi-a ajuns soarele pe ziua de azi. Hai sa mergem la o terasa! Fac eu cinste!... E clar ca se retrage -- probabil ca se gandeste ca, deja, a devenit un pic cam prea agresiva... - Doamne! Ce idei pot sa am! Poate ca tu vrei sa mai stai, sau, pur si simplu, poate ca ai alt program!... Nu ma arunc in comentarii: - Hai sa ne luam lucrurile si sa ne caram! Ajungem la cabine, sa ne schimbam, insa se pare ca toate cele din fata sunt deja ocupate, asa ca o conduc la cele din spate, iar acolo ii sugerez sa urcam la etaj -- cele de acolo, de obicei, sunt goale... Gasesc imediat o cabina goala -- de fapt, in afara de noi, etajul este pustiu... Deschid usa, facandu-i loc Oliviei sa intre, apoi vreau sa ma indrept spre alta cabina. Ma intorc, insa simt mana Oliviei pe bratul meu, tragandu-ma in cabina, cu ea. Imi sopteste: - Inchide usa si pune zavorul! Ma conformez, apoi las sa-mi cada geanta pe podea si... o imbratisez. E fierbinte, chiar daca nici chilotii si nici sutienul n-au apucat sa se usuce... Buzele ni se ciocnesc, limbile ni se imbarliga, iar sutienul de pe sanii Oliviei dispare intr-o clipa... Incep sa-i mananc tatele, sfarcurile, chiar daca narile imi sunt invadate de mirosul de clor -- n-am apucat sa facem dus dupa ce am iesit din bazin. N-are ea cine stie ce sfarcuri, dar nu vreau sa-l manii pe Dumnezeu -- gagica arata exceptional! O musc un pic cam prea tare, asa ca scoate un tipat inabusit... Apoi, chicotind: - Usurel, baiete! Usurel! Nu sunt comestibila! In plus, vezi ca s-ar putea sa ma razbun! Deja e cu mana pe sub slipul meu, sub coaiele care inca sunt umede de la apa din bazin... Ma zgarie cu unghiile, facandu-ma sa tresar -- cu cat este mai insistenta, cu atat ii sug si eu tatele mai tare... Parca suntem nebuni amandoi -- ma opresc si-mi dau jos slipul, apoi ma asez pe bancuta -- fiecare cabina are prevazuta cate o bancuta, relativ ingusta, lipita de perete. In timp ce ma asez pe bancuta, deja trag in jos de slipul Oliviei -- ma ajuta si ea, ridicand cate un picior... In sfarsit, suntem amandoi goi, asa ca o trag spre mine, ii ridic un picior, asezandu-i-l pe bancuta. Pricepe rapid ce vreau, asa ca-mi cuprinde grumazul cu mainile si se ridica, asezandu-si picioarele pe langa mine, apoi, incet, dar ferm, flexeaza genunchii apropiindu-se cu pizda de capul pulii mele. Imi prind baza pulii cu mana, asigurand traiectul. Cu toate ca e uda, nu e alunecoasa mai deloc, asa ca trebuie s-o luam incet, incet de tot, in ciuda poftei noastre nestavilite... Greu, insa doar pana ce-mi patrunde capul pulii in vagin -- o imping un pic in sus, iar sucurile vaginale isi fac treaba, pe langa ca, dupa ce simt, probabil ca pompez si eu un pic de lichid seminal... Cei mai buni lubrifianti valabili pe lumea asta!... Sunt inauntru si inaintez. Suspina si-i simt vaginul vibrand, pur si simplu si mulgandu-ma... Nu sunt prea sigur, asa ca o intreb: - Nu cumva ti-ai dat drumul? Incepe sa sara pe pula, in timp ce-mi raspunde: - Da! Da! Da! Da! Daaaaa!!!... Ii simt deja cervixul, uterul, fiecare particica din vaginul ei minunat -- se lasa aproape cu toata greutatea in pula mea, in timp ce eu am grija sa-i caut, cu degetul, gaura curului, masand-o. Se opreste brusc, isi ia o mana de dupa grumazul meu si-mi da la o parte mana cu care ma jucam la intrarea curului ei: - Nu, nu! Acolo nu si nu acum!... In mai putin de zece minute, simt ca sunt aproape de final, asa ca-i spun: - Scuza-ma, dar imi vine... Respira ca locomotiva: - Mai stai putin, te rog, insa ai grija sa nu-ti dai drumul in mine! Nu cumva!... Incepe sa dea si mai tare din cur, asaltandu-ma mai tare si mai profund -- in mai putin de un minut incepe sa geama infundat, in timp ce ma mulge cu pizda, tremura, se convulsioneaza, iar eu nu stiu cat mai sunt in stare sa rezist fara sa termin... - Sunt aproape terminat! Nu mai pot! Fa ceva! Acuma!... - Pe pulpa, pe pulpa! Da-ti drumul pe piciorul meu!... Sare din pula si ma prinde de pula cu mana, frecandu-mi-o, in timp ce-mi tine capul pulii lipit de pulpa ei interioara, acolo unde este pielea mai fina, la cativa centimetri de pizda... Sunt gata. Explodez. Imi freaca capul pulii de picior, in timp ce cu mana ma pompeaza la greu... Dupa ce sunt gata, se apleaca, ia un prosop din geanta si-mi sterge pula, apoi isi sterge piciorul... O simt ca e cam jenata: - Probabil ca te asteptai la altceva... Dupa ce mergem si facem un dus ca lumea, o sa fie altfel... Cam ce cusur as avea sa fac nazuri? Imi zambeste: - Acum va trebui sa alegi la ce local mergem!... E randul meu sa zambesc: - Daca n-ai nimic impotriva, mergem ori la tine, ori la mine si facem afurisitul ala de dus!... Izbucneste in ras, din toata inima: - Vaaaaai! Ce baiat obraznic! Si ce grabit! Ii arat, facand un gest nepoliticos, cu degetul, pula mea care, deja, incepe iar sa se scoale: - Nu vezi ca sunt iar gata de lupta?!? Rade: - Gata, hai sa plecam de-aici!... Discutam noi un pic si hotaram sa mergem la ea -- cum dimineata trebuie sa ajunga la munca, nu se poate duce in rochie de plaja... Nu-mi da ea cine stie ce detalii, insa inteleg ca lucreaza undeva legat de diplomatie, protocol, sau ceva asemenator... Cum, de mic am fost invatat sa fiu politicos si sa nu insist, las fata in boii ei... Apartamentul este mic, dar cochet, insa e destul de plin de tot soiul de obiecte de arta nord africana -- statuete de lemn, cutii si cutiute, tot soiul de alte maruntisuri... Imi tin gura, incercand sa par cat mai in largul meu... Problema mea este ca, din pacate, am auzit tot felul de zvonuri, cum ca oamenii aia sufera de tot soiul de boli, care mai de care mai necunoscute medicilor de pe la noi... Oricum, sunt constient ca acum este prea tarziu... Doar tocmai ce-am fufut-o pe cucoana la strand, la pielea goala, asa ca... daca mi-am luat-o, mi-am luat-o... Olivia se scuza, merge pana la bucatarie, de unde se intoarce cu doua pahare foarte mari, cu un suc din ceva fructe despre care aud pentru prima oara in viata -- oricum, imediat ce mi-a spus ce sunt, pe o ureche mi-a intrat informatia, iar pe cealalta mi-a iesit... Tine sa adauge: - Vezi ca nu e obligatoriu sa golesti paharul acum -- facem dus, apoi aduc niste gheata -- sigur ramane gustos in continuare, iti spun din experienta!... Cada de dus este destul de mica, insa, destul de greu, reusim sa ne strecuram impreuna -- ma intoarce cu spatele la ea si ma da cu un sampon cu un miros ciudat, de care, iarasi, n-am mai intalnit, apoi incepe sa ma frece cu o lufa. Ce bine e sa fii scarpinat! Imi freaca spatele, bucile curului, picioarele, apoi ma rasuceste si-mi freaca umerii, pieptul, abdomenul si partea din fata a picioarelor... Lasa lufa si incepe, cu mainile pline de sampon, sa-mi mangaie flocii, coaiele, pula... Se opreste, apoi imi cere dusul. Ma clateste de sampon din cap pana-n picioare, apoi coboara in genunchi, luandu-mi pula, deja dureros de sculata in gura, inghitindu-ma... Suge dumnezeieste, cum se spune... Ma linge, ma mangaie, ma apuca de cur si ma trage s-o fut in gat... O prind de par si o trag spre pula, bagandu-i-o adanc, pana ce flocii mei ii gadila nasul... Se ineaca din cand in cand, insa trece peste eveniment aproape ignorandu-l, asa ca ma tot imping, intaratat, in gatul ei... Iar simt ca imi vine, asa ca-i spun, la maniera imperativa de data asta: - Gata! De data asta imi dau drumul aici! Confirma, dand din cap si vibrand si mai tare din gat, lasandu-ma totodata sa-i intru si mai adanc... Explodez! Genunchii imi tremura, de zici ca sunt de gelatina -- ma sprijin de ea -- sper ca n-o trag prea tare de par... Nu protesteaza, ba din contra, am senzatia ca ma incurajeaza -- in sfarsit, mi se inmoaie, dar nu de tot... Intr-un tarziu, imi lasa pula din gura: - Si acuma, te rog sa fii bun si sa iesi, sa te stergi, apoi sa ma astepti in casa... - Esti sigura ca nu vrei sa te spal pe spate? - Nu, nu, nu! Du-te si asteapta-ma in casa! Te roooog! Ies din cada, ma sterg, apoi ies din baie... Dupa ceva mai mult de zece minute, iese si Olivia, dand drumul la o muzica ciudata, pe care n-am mai auzit-o pana acum -- imi spune ca e muzica africana. Se uita in jurul ei, un pic dezorientata, apoi se uita direct la pula mea, deja gata de actiune: - Ziceam ceva de niste gheata, insa cred ca mai intai trebuie sa ne ocupam de altceva... Se debaraseaza rapid de prosopul in care se infasurase, lasandu-l pe spatarul fotoliului, apoi ma ia de mana: - Hai sa mergem sa probam patul... In drum spre pat, se intoarce spre mine: - Uite ce te rog -- vad ca esti plin de energie, iar la varsta ta, e normal... Ce te rog, cand e sa-ti dai drumul, nu te abtine, nu prelungi, doar avertizeaza-ma din timp!... Apoi, se intinde pe pat, apucandu-se de glezne si punandu-si picioarele pe dupa cap: - Acuma dragule, baga-mi-o! Cum dusul a uscat-o, o iau usor... Imi sopteste: - Saliva, iubitule, uda-ma cu saliva!... Tintesc si scuip, atat pe capul pulii, cat si la intrarea in pizda... Saliva isi face datoria, lasandu-ma sa intru mai usor, insa e clar ca inca nu e chiar pregatita sa ma primeasca -- oricum, nu protesteaza... - Fa-mi ce vrei, ce simti tu, ce ai chef, doar ca vreau sa te rog ca sa ma anunti cand vrei sa-ti dai drumul!... Sunt sprijinit pe maini si genunchi, iar faptul ca-si tine picioarele pe dupa cap, imi asigura un unghi excelent. Dau din cur ca vantul (avand ce sa bag inauntru), iar Olivia ia de pe noptiera o bucata de lemn, asemanatoare cu o lingura, doar ca nu are adancitura specifica si si-o pune intre dinti... Eu continui sa dau la pompe, adanc, tare, apasat, indesat... Ne jucam asa vreo douazeci de minute, cand imi suna alarma -- sunt aproape gata. Ii spun. Scuipa lemnul din gura alaturi, pe perna. - Acuma, opreste-te! Ma opresc, ascultator... - Scoate-o de acolo si bagami-o, incet, dar inceeeet de tot, in fund. Dar INCET! Nu e prima data cand imi bag pula in curul unei femei, asa ca sunt, sa spunem, "obisnuit" cu ce trebuie facut... Se pare, insa, ca fetei ii place sa fie luata tare... Ia iarasi bucata de lemn si si-o pune intre dinti, apoi ma apuca de bucile curului si incepe sa ma traga... Ma conformez... Ii simt unghiile atat de tare infipte in pielea bucilor mele, incat chiar ma intreb daca nu se lasa cu sange... Oricum, o fut cat pot eu de tare si de dur. Fara retinere! Doamne! In sfarsit! Explozie! Ma opresc, o imbratisez, ii scot prostia de lemn din gura, sarutand-o intr-o disperare... Stam asa, imbratisati, cateva minute, apoi ma impinge: - Te rog, fii baiat bun si spala-te! Cat poti de bine! N-am terminat cu tine inca! Ma duc, ma spal, apoi Olivia se ridica si intra si ea in baie... De data asta sta mai mult de douazeci de minute... Merge direct la bucatarie, de unde revine cu un vas cu cuburi de gheata -- are dreptate -- bauturile sunt inca gustoase... Ma uit la ceasul de la mana, cel anti-acvatic si anti-soc, ca doar sunt adolescent, ce naiba! Deja, cel putin unul dintre parintii mei s-au intors acasa... Olivia Note 1: Readers may not agree with the category I chose, as there are in fact many erotic aspects to the story, and there are 3 or 4 other categories that could also be appropriate, but this story is my own attempt to process and come to terms with a life-changing encounter that has affected me so deeply, on so many levels, that the non-erotic category seems the one most suited to my own physical, emotional and rational reactions to the events that took place over a span of about 5 hours. Note 2: This is a very long story, and most stories of this length on Literotica.com are split into chapters. However, the narrative cannot be easily broken into segments and, as it occurred in a single evening, a one-sitting reading seems more conducive to understanding the impact of the experience. ***** I hadn't intended to spend the evening sitting beside a beautiful young woman my daughter's age, shouting to be heard over the din in a crowded blues bar in Chicago. I was on the tail end of a two-week, 11-state fundraising tour, and by the time I finally started home I was so exhausted I didn't even know what day it was. Heading east from Iowa toward Indiana I kept ignoring the nagging voice of my GPS trying to route me onto the turnpike ("Re-routing... Re-routing...) - I knew I could get across Illinois on major highways without paying tolls. I was too dazed to pay attention to where I was until I saw the towering skyline looming ahead, and realized I was headed straight for downtown Chicago. By this time my GPS had gotten pissed off and was intent on revenge - instead of routing me out of the city, it directed me deeper in. When I saw Clark Street, I realized I was only a few blocks from Blue Chicago, a small but well-known blues bar I'd visited a few years earlier. It wasn't quite 8:30 pm, and I knew from my previous experience the place wouldn't fill up for at least another hour. I could chill out a couple hours, get my bearings and hear some good music in the meantime. I found a parking garage nearby, walked to the bar, and sat down at a table with a Belvedere and tonic to listen to JW Williams Blues Band. A few drinks and a few sets later the place was filled with an odd mix of urban blacks and white suburban metrosexuals, and the standing-room crowd between the band and the entrance was large enough that the waitresses were passing drinks over people's shoulders. A young couple standing nearby was obviously getting into Claudette Miller's voice, and recognizing kindred musical tastes I tapped the man on the shoulder and invited them to sit in the empty chairs at my table. He smiled and started to reply, but the woman moved between us, beaming at me. "Hey luv! I'm Olivia, and this is my little brother Trey. Thanks for letting us sit with you." She took the chair next to mine, and motioned Trey to sit across from me. We made introductions, and as we shouted to be heard over the crowd and the band she would laugh, brush her straight black shoulder-length hair away from her eyes, casually resting her hand on my thigh or knee. She seemed to be the outgoing one of the pair, answering for Trey whenever I spoke to him, and doing her best to keep the conversation between her and me. She was quite pretty, several inches taller than I, not at all fat but thick and well-proportioned, her frame suggesting a voluptuous strength. She had a lilting, dusky voice that seemed to ooze sex, and while she was clearly "inner-city" she was obviously very intelligent, quick-witted and well-spoken. Her faded jeans were the fashionable ripped-worn fabric so her thick dark caramel thighs were on display, and her low-cut t-shirt emphasized a modest but proud cleavage. I was somewhat taken aback by her flirtation as I'm not tall or particularly handsome, am clueless about fashion, and have a very modest income. Divorced 11 years earlier, with both kids grown, for the past decade I've focused most of my attention on the small environmental non-profit I direct, preferring lonely nights to the pain of rejection by women who are invariably looking for men taller, better dressed and wealthier than I. This unexpected attention from a pretty young girl was quite flattering, if puzzling. When her long fingers would run across my upper thigh, my cock was also flattered but not a bit puzzled, standing straighter with each caress. After flirting with me through several sets Olivia stood up, said something into Trey's ear, and excused herself to "freshen up." As she left the table Trey leaned across toward me. "She into you, man!" "I was kind of getting that vibe," I shouted back. "But I'm old enough to be her dad, and she's pretty enough to have her pick of men around here." Trey winked. "She like white papi. Don't like the bros." He smiled broadly. "Maybe we too big for her," he laughed, grabbing his crotch. Though he was obviously "from the hood," his eyes twinkled, and his demeanor was so friendly and open I couldn't help but laugh along with him. "Maybe I head home now, maybe you drive her home so she don't have to ride the bus alone," he shouted over the din. "Uh, yeah, whatever she wants." I stammered. Trey got up. "Oh, she get what she want! And you what she want!" he laughed, draining the last of his whiskey and heading out the door. As he left, Olivia returned. As she sat down beside me, she nodded at Trey's empty chair. "He gone." She looked at me with a very direct gaze, holding my eyes with hers. She turned in her chair so her body faced me, slowly sliding her long fingers up my legs til they brushed against my swelling cock. She leaned close enough I could smell her, a faint earthy scent that made my cock jerk erect. I've always disliked the cloying sweetness of most perfumes, but hers was the delicate smell of ferns in a wet forest. "I don't like to ride the bus on my own. The men hit on me. You drive me home, Papi? Please?" Her lips traced the edge of my ear before she pulled back to let me see the red stud in the tip of her tongue. I was lost in the depths of her dark eyes. Beneath long lashes they seemed like huge black pools drawing me down, drowning me slowly and with my full consent. Her nostrils flared slightly, the bridge of her nose blending into prominent cheek bones in an exquisite Cleopatra look. Her full lips parted and I noticed again how white her teeth looked. I found myself leaning forward, unconsciously licking my lips as I thought about how I'd love to run my tongue along her smooth, white teeth. "Come back, Papi," she laughed, pushing me upright. "We ain't home yet. You ok to drive?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I've got another 4 hours to drive tonight, so I've been spacing the drinks out." Olivia took my hand, pulled me to my feet with surprising ease, and led me through the crowd out into the cold night. "Brrr it's cold!" she exclaimed, pulling me close to her and wrapping my arm around her waist, holding my hand tightly on her full but firm ass cheek. The air in mid-February wasn't overly cold by Chicago standards but the ever-present winter wind between the skyscrapers drove the cold through our jackets, so by the time we reached the parking garage we were both shivering, and my now-puzzled cock was no longer feeling flattered in the least. I opened the passenger door for her, and she cooed, "Such a gentleman! I like you!" Wrapping her hands around the back of my neck, she pulled my mouth to hers. Her full lips surrounded mine and her surprisingly long, thick tongue plunged to the back of my throat, going so deep I could feel her tongue stud caressing my uvula, pushing it back to block my airway. Holding my head firmly in place against my eventual struggles to breathe, she growled erotically and, releasing me, touched her finger to my lips. "You taste good, Papi. I'm gonna have fun with you!" My very average-sized cock had reversed its retreat from the winter wind, and was straining to break free from my jeans. I was surprised at my strong sexual reaction to her forceful kiss. I'd never considered myself a submissive in any way, but the idea that she assumed she could have her way with me (and apparently had the strength to do so) was exciting me in a way I'd never been aroused before, so I decided to play along. "Maybe I'll have something to say about that," I retorted, starting to walk around to the driver's door. She laughed, "You can say what you want, but you will do what I want!" She grabbed my shoulder, and pulled me into another suffocating kiss. "You understand me, Papi? I take what I want. Lucky for you, you'll love what I want." Her forceful but friendly tone had my now fully erect cock leaking and my legs were beginning to wobble. All my previous sexual experiences had been with white women of age and background similar to my own, and the prospect of a young, strong inner-city black woman taking me sexually on her terms was shining a light on areas of my subconscious I didn't know existed. She released me and pushed me toward my car door. "Come on, Papi. Take me home. We'll have fun, I promise. You ain't never been with a woman like me, I guarantee that. Your mind gonna get blown tonight." 'I hope that's not the ONLY thing that'll get blown tonight!' I thought, but remembering her reaction to my last comment, wisely decided against saying it out loud. I got in, started the car and turned to her. "Where to?" I asked. "I can plug the address into my phone and get us there pretty quick." She smiled. "It ain't gonna be quick. I'm on the East Side. It'll take us about an hour to get there. You ok with that?" "Does it matter if I'm not?" I asked, smiling, and we both burst into laughter. She put her hand on my cheek and turned my head toward her. The hard, dominating look that had been in her eyes earlier had disappeared, and in its place was genuine kindness and warmth. "Hey, Papi, I like you. You different from most guys I been with. Ain't nothing gonna happen you won't like." She put her hand on my leg, running it up my crotch, under my jacket and under my shirt, where her cold fingertips rested on my nipple. It stiffened instantly with the cold and thrill of her touch. "See? Your body likes me!" "Oh, my body likes you WAY too much," I groaned. I pulled out of the garage, and she directed me through a maze of streets and highways. As I drove, we talked about her life, and as she began to open up, I was stunned at the depth of her maturity, wisdom and strength. She was almost 22, at 19 had moved to the East Side to get away from the violence and drug culture of Auburn Gresham where she'd been raised. After a year getting settled on the East Side, she'd gone back home to get her younger brother Trey (3 months younger - I didn't ask about the logistics of that one) away from the crowd he was hanging with, and brought him back to the East Side to live with her. "I keep him under me," she told me, "Everything closes up at 2, he gotta be home by 3:30. That's an hour and a half to wind down. I keep him on the up and up. He's not gonna end up like my older brothers." Her voice as she talked about her family was so filled with selfless concern, and so devoid of any self-pity in the face of what I would consider almost unlivable circumstances, that I stopped seeing her as an object of sexual desire, and instead as an innocent angel, put on this earth to help her otherwise-doomed brother survive. "You're a good sister," I commented lamely, putting my hand on her leg with a gentle squeeze to try to communicate the affection I was feeling. She put her now-warm hand over mine, and looked at me with an almost shy smile. "We're all we got," she said simply. I asked her about her job, and she replied that she couldn't get work that would even pay her rent, let alone food and electric, and Trey couldn't get any work because of his troubled past. "I'm finishing high school so I can go to college. I'm gonna be a nurse." I asked her how she made ends meet and she looked at me with a straight and honest gaze. "Men like you, Papi." It hadn't occurred to me that she had saw me as a john, and I felt absolutely stupid for thinking she'd actually been attracted to me. She started laughing at what I assume was the idiotic look on my face. "It's OK, Papi. I like you. You're a good man. You're sweet. I'll be gentle with you. We'll have a good time." "Look, Olivia," I said awkwardly, "You're a really beautiful woman. I really like you. But I've never paid for sex and I don't think I could live with myself if I made a woman have sex with me for money." I pulled out my wallet. "There's around $500 in here. It's yours. No strings, no sex, just yours. My gift to you, because I've seen who you are, and I love who you are. You're a beautiful young woman, so strong, with so much love in your heart, and this world needs more people like you." There was no way I was going to tell her that cash was all I had to live on for the next month. I just hoped it was enough to minimize the number of times she'd have to go out to pick up "men like me." She stared at me intently, her lips quivering and eyes glistening. She turned to look straight ahead as a tear slid down her cheek and her fingers gripped my thigh tightly. She wouldn't look at my wallet, so I took out the bills and laid them on her leg. "It's ok baby," I said softly. "People can do things for other people without asking for anything in return. Unconditional love does exist in this universe." I lifted her hand off my thigh and put it over the money, holding it there until I felt her fingers curl to take the paper. I traced the line of her tear with my finger, from her high cheekbone to her jaw, somewhat surprised that her face felt rougher than the silky smoothness of her thigh. She swiftly grasped my wrist and returned my hand to her leg. "You gotta turn left up here... No, the other left," she laughed as I started right. I laughed along with her, feeling so fortunate to have met this beautiful soul who was shattering my preconceptions about inner-city black life. I turned onto a small street lined with ramshackle bungalows. "Over there," she pointed. "You can park in front of the house." We pulled into the parking space and I looked at her house. The light was on in the enclosed front porch, and I could see Trey sitting in a chair looking out at us. The house, though modest, was painted, well-kept and neat, a contrast to the houses around it. "I don't need to come in, sweetheart," I said. "I've had a great time with you. Thanks for a great evening. I like you. More than you can ever know." She got out, slamming her door, and strode around to my side of the car. Opening my door she grabbed my arm and pulled me out. "Oh, you do need to come in, Papi! You're not getting out of here in one piece!" Laughing, she dragged me along behind her through the crusted snow on the walkway. She burst through the door, pulling me in. Trey smiled at me lazily from his chair, and I could smell the weed he'd been burning. Olivia looked at me. "You smoke?" "Sometimes," I said, "but I have a long way to drive tonight, so I probably shouldn't." She laughed and pushed me into a threadbare chair. "You got time, Papi. You gonna spend a few hours with me in my home." She packed some weed into a Swisher Sweet wrapper, lit it, took a drag and handed it to me. I inhaled carefully but it went down smoothly. Good stuff. A second, longer toke went down equally well but I could feel the rush coming on so I declined any more. We sat and chatted with Trey for a while but he seemed pretty well out of it. As we talked I looked around. The bungalow was small, I could see the dining room, kitchen, and two doors I assumed led to bedrooms. The furniture was old and worn, and the kitchen cupboards were small, without much storage space for food. She stood and pointed to a door behind the dining room table. "That's the bedroom. Go in there and wait for me." I went into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about the evening, wondering how to balance my need and my desire for her, my respect for her, her pride and her needs. After about 10 minutes she came in and shut the door. She stood there looking at the floor shyly, completely different from the confident amazon she'd been when she pulled me from my car into her house. "Look, Olivia, I need to tell you something," I began. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "The money, it's yours. I think you're an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman but please don't do this because I gave you money. You turn me on like no one I've met, but I want to make sure we only do this if it's what you really want." She looked up at me uncertainly. "Oh, I want you, Papi. But I like you too much to force you, and I don't think you want someone like me." In reply I stood up, and guided her over to sit on the bed. I put my hands on her thick thighs, feeling the satin skin through the ripped fabric. I spread her legs and kneeled forward, slowly burying my head between her legs, gently blowing hot moist air through her jeans to heat up her pussy. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Get these off," she said, gesturing at my clothes. I stood up and quickly turned to disrobe, ashamed of my middle-age potbelly. Turning back I was surprised to see that while she'd removed her jeans and panties, she'd left her shirt on. Kneeling down between her knees, I kissed and licked gently up her dark silky thighs, to her closely trimmed bush where a surprisingly prominent clit nestled between her legs, without any apparent vulva below it. It took me a moment to recognize what I was looking at. Stunned, I sat back on my knees for what seemed like hours but was most likely only a few seconds. "Surprise!" she said softly, in what had to be the understatement of the year. I looked up at her, seeing the nervous worry in her huge dark eyes, and my shock vanished as my heart melted. There was no way I was going to hurt this beautiful woman's feelings. I smiled up at her, and spread her legs farther apart. "God, you're beautiful!" I growled, and put my head down, sucking her into my mouth. I'd never had a cock in my mouth before, and had no clue what to expect as far as texture or taste. She was uncut, so I gently ran my tongue around the edge of her foreskin, feeling the texture of the head, the looseness of the skin. There was no taste and no smell, just smooth, dry skin. She'd obviously taken the time to wash thoroughly. Surprisingly, I actually enjoyed the feel of it in my mouth, and it was small enough that I could manipulate her entire cock down to her balls with my tongue. Or so I thought at first. I could feel the head start to swell as I ran my tongue around it. The base began to thicken and I began to feel the tip begin to touch the back of my tongue. I pulled off her, sucking wetly so there was a loud "pop" as I pulled off her cock head. "Remember, I said you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, baby. Are you sure you want this?" I asked, smiling wickedly. I could see the desire in her eyes, and I could feel her swelling cock pushing against my chin. "Hmmmm? You sure you want this baby?" She lay back on the bed, so her cock was pointing straight up, and pulled my hair sharply to get my mouth back onto her now-quite-respectable cock. I sucked her back into my mouth, surprised to find that the head was pushing insistently against the back of my throat and the base had grown thick enough that I was having a hard time not scraping it with my teeth. I pulled off again, grabbed her hips and pushed her across the bed so I could climb up and kneel between her legs. ('Yes,' I thought in surprise, 'she is a her, not a he!' I could find nothing of a man about her, even her impressive cock and heavy balls seemed a natural part of the woman she was. I didn't feel anything remotely like the distasteful indifference I'd felt when gay men had come on to me.) Putting my hands under her knees, I lifted her legs to her shoulders so her pucker lifted off the bed. I grasped the large, firm cheeks of her ass, and slowly licked from her balls down her perineum to her cute little anus. There, too, she'd taken the time to clean herself thoroughly. There was no odor or taste that I could associate with the shit or ass smells I'd encountered on some women I'd been with. I breathed in deeply through my nose, and pursing my lips exhaled slowly onto her pucker. She began squirming, and reaching down, grabbed my ears and forced my head into her. I made a hard point of my tongue as best I could, and began burrowing it into her ass. Olivia The intensity of the situation, my desire for her, and the weed combined to make me crazy with lust. I was slurping her ass, pushing as hard as I could, trying to reach her prostate with my tongue. On my forehead, as though reminding me of its existence, her cock began to pulse. I pulled my tongue out of her ass and swallowed her cock in one gulp. It hit the deep reaches of my throat, absolutely filling my mouth so my tongue couldn't move. My nose hadn't yet hit her belly so I forced my head farther down and felt her cock head pop past my larynx into my esophagus. I felt no urge to gag, nothing but the craven need to get her entire body into my mouth. Only when I started to black out from lack of air did I pull off. "I don't know how to breathe when you're all the way down my throat," I told her. "You gotta breathe through your nose," she smiled, but I lifted her cock up to show her the thick 10 inch monolith now proudly thrusting up from her short bush. "There's no way I can breathe past this monster down there, baby!" I exclaimed. "God, I love your cock! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" I plunged back down, feeling her slide down my throat deeper than I thought possible. The hard heat of her thick cock in my throat was the center of my world, completely blocking off my airway, making it impossible even to swallow. How something so huge and powerful could grow from the tiny little fingerling I'd first sucked into my mouth simply amazed me. I was worshipping this majestic beast, impaling myself on it, willing to die for the intense pleasure it was bringing me. I alternated between plunging down on her cock, holding her deep in my throat til I was almost unconscious, then pulling off to gasp enough air to clear my head again. "I need you deeper in me baby," I said. "I gotta take you all the way inside. I gotta have your balls in my mouth with your cock in my belly. But I've got dry mouth from the weed and I feel like my throat is sandpaper on your beautiful cock. I can't even swallow when I pull off you. I need to go get some water." Olivia got up slowly, looking at me with heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes, and nodded. "I'll get you some, luv. You wait here." She pulled her tight jeans on over her thick thighs and full ass. I had no clue how she could get them zipped over that huge monster lurking between her legs. She went out, pulling the bedroom door shut behind her. I sat on the bed in silence, staring blankly at the bare wall. Nothing in my life experience had prepared me for this. I had never seriously questioned my heterosexuality, had never been attracted to a man's cock in 8 years of locker-room nudity during school, or through an active adult sex life with more than a few gay come-ons. Now here I was, worshipping a huge black cock, the stereotypical size queen faggot. Who was I? Was I gay? Would I love her cock if she was a man? Then my frenetic thoughts jumped to STDs. I knew the chance of HIV transmission from oral sex was, though not impossible, extremely remote, and I'd already had her in my mouth long enough (I smiled at the unintended pun) that if she was shedding HSV or HPV I'd already have caught it. My mind couldn't begin to comprehend the permutations of the health risk. As I heard her footsteps approaching the door my thoughts turned again to her. How had she managed this sexual transition in the midst of her brutal life? What kind of hell had she gone through with her parents, with her school peers, what ridicule, harassment and physical abuse had she put up with to get to this point? How did she have the strength to pull herself out of that, to live true to who she was, while caring for her brother and keeping him safe? She was so full of life, and love, seemingly unspoiled by everything that had gone before. I couldn't fathom the strength it had taken to get her to this point without being destroyed. And then... "Men like you, Papi." Yeah. That was huge. Men like me. When I thought of the men she must have been with I was ashamed of myself. So I was like that. What part was I playing in this? Why did she like older white men? Were we more likely to have money, or be more willing to pay for sex? Was she recreating a traumatic scene with an older white man from her childhood that had started her on this journey? Was I driving her further into being trapped in a sex-for-hire nightmare, or in some way helping heal the hurt she'd been dealing with her whole life? The door opened and she stepped in, closing it behind her. "Trey's asleep out there. We won't wake him now." I looked at her closely, trying to find signs that I must have missed in the bar, the car and out in the living room that she wasn't born a biological female. In the 100-watt bare-bulb glare of the small bedroom I could see what I thought was the faint beginning of 5-o'clock shadow (oh, yeah, the rougher skin of her cheeks and jaw...) but otherwise her features were flawlessly female, tall and large-framed, but all woman. Her hands were slender with long fingers, her flared waist showed a woman's hips, her muscular legs were killer perfect, silky, smooth, leading up to that full, firm ass that tasted and felt so good. Her face grew more beautiful each time I looked at her: large almond eyes, strong nose with high cheekbones, full lips that smiled easily, pearly teeth. She was everything I found beautiful in a woman regardless of what was between her legs. If anything, because of that beautiful piece of God's handiwork between her legs. Why didn't all women have cocks? I'd never wanted anything more in my life. She handed me a full glass. "Kiwi-Strawberry ok, Papi?" I took the glass and, watching her still-full but now-flaccid cock spring free as she peeled her jeans off, drank slowly, trying to coat my mouth and throat so I could take all the cock she could possibly force into my mouth. I sat the empty glass on her small dresser and climbed back onto the bed, lying the way I'd seen women in porn movies lie, with my head half over the side of the bed to create a straight shot from my lips to my stomach. "Let me have that beautiful cock in my mouth, baby," I groaned. "Give it all to me." As I spoke I was startled that I was "talking dirty." I'd never liked talking during sex. As a normally quiet man, sex talk seemed forced and artificial beyond a few whispered words of love. But now I was begging, pleading, I'd become the women who'd annoyed me by chattering in the middle of otherwise good sex. But I was beyond humiliation, I'd do anything to get that beautiful cock back down my throat, to feel it forcing my throat open beyond anything I'd ever dreamed possible. Olivia held the tip of her cock to my mouth, rubbing it on my lips teasingly, making me strain to reach it with my tongue. Her balls were dragging across my forehead as she taunted me with her cock. In this position I could see every vein in that gorgeous shaft. I was mesmerized by the shape: instead of a fairly constant thickness from base to frenulum with an enlarged head, her cock tapered from a fairly small head, perhaps an inch in diameter, to a thick root about 3" in diameter where it met her pubis; there was no way my hand could fit around that thick base. "No wonder my teeth are scraping it!" I marveled, "She's got a frickin log growing out of her crotch." Incredibly, as I licked and sucked the sensitive head, the object of my passion grew even longer and thicker. "Baby, oh God... oh Goddess, my Goddess!! Please fuck my throat with that gorgeous thing!" I babbled frantically. She thrust hard and fast, and the entire shaft slid down my throat so her balls were sitting on my lips. I'd never felt so full, and I knew my throat was ruined; there was no way there was anything left after she'd ripped it apart. She held her cock in my throat while she stroked and sucked my rock hard cock, so pathetic in comparison to her majestic spear. When she sensed me tensing with suffocation, she pulled out enough that I could gasp a quick breath, then plunged back into me, impossibly deep, holding my entire body captive with her cock, as on a spit, while she worked mine over. My whole consciousness was centered on her cock in my throat, her ministrations on my own seemed inconsequential: I only existed to serve her pleasure, to make her cum, to pull that sweet white cream out of her low-hanging balls into my stomach; my own orgasm wouldn't be complete without feeling her explode in me. When she pulled out again I gasped, "Please baby come in me. Please baby I need you to come. Please let me taste your come. Please drown me baby." In the dim recesses of my consciousness, my rational mind was sitting back laughing uproariously at the idiot I'd been reduced to. I'd never talked like this in my life. I'd never completely disregarded my personal health and safety for the sake of sex, but I was in the clutches of something far greater than I'd ever encountered. My entire world had been reduced to 3 things: her huge cock, her cum, and my need to have her feed it to me. She thrust a few more times, then pulled out and climbed up on the bed beside me. I was gasping for breath while pleading with her to come in me. She laughed quietly and replied, "Papi, we haven't even started yet." I heard rustling, and saw her break open a box and pull out a condom packet marked MagnumXL. "Yeah. No shit." I thought. There'd be no way a condom that fit me would ever roll onto that behemoth in front of my eyes. She rolled it on, it covered about 2/3 of her cock before the roll was used up. She flipped me around on the bed so my head was at the foot and my legs were on either side of her. She pulled my knees up over her hips, gave me an evil grin and held up a jar of Vaseline. "Showtime, Papi!" I knew there was going to be some pain involved here, but I thought, "My throat's still functional and there's cartilage there. My asshole should be much more forgiving." Nonetheless, I knew the girth of her cock was far beyond anything that had ever passed in or out of my ass. I burst out laughing as a paraphrase of Eliot's "The Waste Land" popped into my head. "I will show you fear in a handful of lube." "Give it to me, sweetheart," I smiled. "Give it all to me. Make me your bitch." She picked me up by my hips and slid her muscular thighs underneath my ass. "Oh, you already my bitch, Papi! You were my bitch before you even saw me. I'm just gonna remove all doubt from your mind about who owns this ass." True to her earlier word, she was gentle with me. At first. She spread the lube around my ass, then into my tight pucker, gently coating me inside and out. The feeling of her slender fingers caressing my ass had my cock twitching like a puppet. She slowly lowered me onto her cock, so I could feel the small head pressing against my hole, then she smiled at me. "You ready?" I nodded, and she laughed loudly. "No, you ain't. You think you ready cause you don't know what's comin'." Oh, my God, was she right. I'd had anal sex with a few women, but all I had to compare in my experience was my own entirely inconsequential cock, that was about the length and girth of a moderate turd that anyone could pass easily. She slid in surprisingly easily, and my ring popped tight around her head. I felt full, so complete. But her entire magnificent cock, other than the head, was still outside, awaiting entry. I started to hum with pleasure. She began to push into me, and as the pressure increased my fullness increased, and the pain, slight at first, intensified. My hum turned to a moan, then to a groan, then to a scream. The non-stop "ohmygodohmygodohmygod" that I'd found so grating in some women I'd fucked was now coming out of my own mouth at far greater volume than I'd ever heard in a bedroom before. By the time her hard pubis was pressed against my coccyx, my head was thrashing back and forth with such force I feared a concussion or whiplash, my hands were ripping the sheets, and my eyes squeezed shut tight to keep my eyeballs from popping out of their sockets. Eventually the pressure began to subside, and I looked up at her. She was looking at me with such tenderness I burst into tears. I'd never felt such gratitude to anyone for causing me such pain. "You all right honey?" she asked, and I nodded, grabbing her hands and kissing them, wrapping my legs around her waist to hold her deep inside me. I really tried to be somewhat in control of the throes of my passion but I was beyond any concept of propriety. As my ass, colon and intestines began to adjust to their new mistress, my prostate started sending out its own moans of delight, and my incessant babbling started all over. I started humping myself up and down on her cock, begging her to come inside me, pleading with her to fuck my brains out, telling her how much I loved her, how I'd never loved anyone like I loved her, that she'd changed my life forever, that I was her slave for eternity, that she was my queen, my goddess, my life, my existence. All in all, I was not a model of decorum. She settled into a steady rhythm, driving my guts farther up into my ribcage, and I kept begging for more. She began fucking harder and faster, putting her hands on my chest to steady herself, and the relentless motion, pressure, pain and intense pleasure radiating from my prostate sent me even deeper into delirium. I recall grabbing her hands and wrapping them around my throat, begging her to choke me; I'm still not sure whether I wanted to try erotic asphyxiation or whether I wanted to die in a divine state of spiritual ecstasy. When I finally came back to some semblance of consciousness, she was standing beside the bed, removing her condom. I smiled weakly at her. "Hey," I croaked, "thank you." "Seriously, you frikkin idiot? 'Thank you'? After more TNT equivalent has been exploded in your ass than the Allies dropped on Dresden?" Olivia smiled gently at me. "Hey, luv. Did you have a good time?" I groaned. "Oh, my god, baby. I'm ruined for anyone else. I've never felt anything close to this." She stoked my hair gently, and stood quietly while I came back to earth and began to be able to move. I got up, wrapped her up in a big hug, and tried to kiss her. She dropped her head, avoiding the kiss, and hugged me gently but released me almost immediately. The clear signal was that we were done, but I wanted to spend the rest of my life with either my throat or my ass impaled on her cock. "Baby, I want to stay here and make love until you kick me out," I suggested hopefully, but her reaction was a quiet smile. I watched her pull on her panties, then her jeans. "Should I go?" I asked, and she nodded without looking at me. I slowly gathered my clothes, and began to dress. She was taking care not to make eye contact and had withdrawn into herself. We chatted aimlessly, she solicitously trying to make sure I'd had a good time, I trying to gauge whether this was a one-off or whether we'd ever be able to get together again. When I was dressed she opened the bedroom door and we went out to the living room where Trey was sleeping soundly on the chair where I'd laid my coat. I shook him gently, enough to get him to stir so I could pull my coat from under him, then I turned to her as I put it on. "I meant what I said when I told you I love you, sweetheart. You never need to do anything for me, I just love you. You're so beautiful, and I'm so glad we got to spend the evening together. If I'm ever down this way again, I'd love to spend more time with you." She hugged me close, a genuinely affectionate hug this time, and simply said, "I'd like that." She opened the door, and I stepped out into the cold night. I turned slightly toward her as the lock clicked shut, then walked slowly to my car.