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Be Careful What You Wish For

By: DVOL



You just never know when one of those moments is going to come along that you will never forget. I had decided to spend my vacation visiting a friend of mine who had moved far, far away. We had always had a flirtatious relationship but as she was married and I was usually involved with someone it never went further than trying to see who could make the other blush harder. This looked to be more of the same as her husband wa s on third shift and wouldn’t be able to spend much time with us. I knew she was probably plotting to embarrass me and I had a few ideas on what to do to her.

Tammy is a beautiful woman, tall and graceful and carries herself so elegantly that unless you know her you'd never spot the mischievous little girl. She met me at the airport with a hug and a kiss and that oh so familiar twinkle in her eye. I knew right then I was in for it. We had a busy weekend planned of shows and shopping and seeing her new city. We both enjoy amusement parks and had made plans to ride the rides. After a dinner at a nice restaurant where I spent most of my time checking her out to her embarrassment, we went back to her house. She was dressed casually but to my mind still looked like a million bucks. Being that my flight had been delayed it was already late. So we decided not to go out but to play cards and talk as we had done so many times before. We are both very competitive and any game we play invariably ends up being spiced up by side bets. I am a good card player but for some reason very seldom win when playing her. I don’t suppose it has anything to do with how distracting she can be. 

I lost as usual and ended up having to give her preferred winnings which was a long slow massage. And she got a very good one as she changed into her night clothes to get it. If she hadn't fallen asleep I might still have been stroking her when the sun came up. After sleeping late, we drove to an amusement park some distance away. We were both dressed for a summer day but I have to admit she looked better in shorts than I did. That and a sleeveless top made me glad I wasn't driving. After a day of riding the rides, we went out to dinner near the amusement park. Over dinner I asked he what she wanted to do that night. She smiled and there was that twinkle! She said that she wanted to go to a club so I agreed .She drove a short distance and I realized she was at it again because we turned into the lot of a "gentleman’s club". This wouldn't be the first time she had tried to embarrass me at a strip club although it would be the first time it was just the two of us.

We went in and it was like most strip clubs, dark, smoky and full of women wearing little or nothing and horny guys. She attracted some attention as there weren’t many women in the club then who weren't working and none so fine. Keeping with her plan to embarrass me, she chooses a table right by the stage where a pretty blond girl was currently dancing. We sat down and ordered some overpriced drinks from the waitress and she began, "So, Which one do you like?" she asked. I played it cool and told her to give me some time to look around, Tammy had danced for a short time, a fact that would shock most people that knew her, and so she was completely at ease whereas I was a bundle of nerves. I played it cool by discussing the merits of the various girls on stage and tendering dollar bills. She kept trying to figure out when one caught my eye. I knew it wouldn't be long before she did something about it. The DJ announced a dancer named Hope and I have to admit this girl was something special. A slender blonde who looked to have her own natural breasts that were nonetheless impressive. Tammy figured out pretty quickly that Hope had caught my eye and met her as she came off stage. She walked back to the table and there was that twinkle. Hope soon joined us wearing a very short robe.

They discussed the prices of the various dances like I wasn't even there. Tammy wanted to buy me a private lap dance but wanted to see me squirm. I felt safe for a second until Hope said that she could do one for a couple. I rolled my eyes as they negotiated. Tammy had tried this before and I was kind of proud that I hadn’t given her the satisfaction of a reaction. They finally agreed and hope led us to a back room full of couches and pretty dark. It was still early so there was only one other dancer in the room and she finished her performance as we entered. Hope led us to a couch in the back that faced away from the door and told me to sit. Tammy made like she was going to stand out of the line of fire so to speak but I grabbed her hand and pulled her down on the couch with me. “Nope, you paid for a couples dance and you are going to get one” I said. I could tell I had gotten to her as she didn’t seem ready for that idea. Maybe this could be fun.

The music started and I put my arm around Tammy to keep her from squirming away. Hope dropped her robe and stepped up to us, pushing my knees apart to stand almost in my lap. She began dancing and I have to admit having a beautiful naked girl 6 inches in front of you and my arm around another beautiful woman, I was beginning to get turned on. Hope leaned over me and placed her hand behind Tammy’s head, letting her see her beautiful breasts as she sat down in my lap. I’m only human now so I know she could feel how hard I was under the thin shorts I wore.

After making sure I was completely hard by a few practiced moves of her sweet ass she leaned over to Tammy, took her hand and said” Look what I found”. Before either of us realized what she was doing she took Tammy’s hand and placed it on my now very hard cock. Hope wrapped Tammy’s fingers around me and leaned over us so no one could see. Hope still had her hand wrapped around Tammy’s and began moving her hand up and down on my cock while Hope rubbed her pussy against my bare leg.

I looked over and enjoyed the shock on Tammy’s face as she couldn’t not play along without giving away that we weren’t a real couple. She looked at me and I winked. A look of determination came upon her face and she gripped me harder.. Hope wasn’t aware of this byplay and kept dancing .She took her hand off of Tammy’s but Tammy didn’t turn me lose. It was her turn to wink and my turn to squirm.. Hope placed a hand on each of our heads and pushed our faces together. At this point I think we both decided to go along with it and we kissed. With Hope keeling in our laps we had a long and passionate kiss unlike any we had ever shared before.

The song ended and Hope slowly backed away as we reluctantly broke our kiss. Tammy almost regretfully let go of me and leaned back. “Wow “,I said. Tammy just looked stunned as I winked and said “Gotcha”. 

A steely look came in her eyes and she said” I’m not done yet…”

To be continued? I appreciate any and all feedback DVOL

Be Careful What You Wish For



My wife Lisa and I have always enjoyed a wonderful sex life together, but there’s one fantasy of mine we’ve never fulfilled. I’ve always wanted to watch her masturbate, but she’s always been just too shy to perform such an intimate act in front of someone else. I’ve asked her on a couple of occasions to let me watch her touch herself, but she has always said “Maybe some other time.” and I really didn’t want to push the issue. She knows how much the idea of her pleasuring herself turns me on, and will often describe her private masturbation sessions for me during sex just to playfully tease me. about The closest we’ve ever come to me watching her is her putting her hand on top of mine while I would touch between her legs.

I enjoy being submissive from time to time, and Lisa and I will occasionally play with some mild bondage. It isn’t really an S&M kind of thing, though, more like a teasing game, with her trying to stimulate me as much as possible without letting me have an orgasm until she decides it’s time fore me to come. Last night, when she came into the bedroom with the bathrobe belts that we use to restrain me, I assumed that that was what she had in mind. I was only half right.

“Why don’t you take off those clothes?” she said.

As I began to strip, she took of the robe she was wearing, revealing the simple cotton bra and panties she was wearing. As always, she looked stunning, and I took in her long brown hair falling to her shoulders, her beautiful breasts, with her nipples poking out against her bra, her long legs- she’s tall, nearly six feet. I didn’t realize it was the last time I would see her that night. I lay on my back, my cock already beginning to harden as she straddled my hips, though she was careful not to rub against my penis yet.

“Hands over your head” she whispered in my ear. I could smell her perfume.

I complied with her request, and she gently tied my wrists to the headboard. She kissed me, and the turned her attention to securing my feet to the footboard. She smiled at me, and reached into the night table drawer.

“I bought you a present.” she said. She was dangling a blindfold by its strap in her hand. She kissed me and slipped the blindfold over my eyes. Try as I may, I couldn’t see a thing.

Lisa began to kiss me deeply and to caress my chest and belly. Slowly, she nibbled her way down my neck and collarbone, until she was rubbing her tongue along my nipples. By now I was incredibly hard, and starting to strain at my restrains. 

“It turns me on so much to see you like this.” she said. “In fact, just the other afternoon, I was thinking about the last time I had you tied down like this. Do you remember? I was rubbing your cock with the feather, and you begged me for over an hour to let you come?”

I groaned at the memory. I remember nearly being in tears, desperate to come as she held me on the edge for what seemed like an eternity.

“Anyway,” she whispered, “I was thinking about that time and I just got so wet, I had to put my hand down my panties and make myself come.” 

Now I really groaned, imagining the sight of Lisa touching herself. In the darkness, I felt her move, and I realized she was straddling my belly. She must have taken off her panties while she changed positions, because when she rubbed against me, I could feel her damp pubic hair against my skin.

“It was so hot” she said. “I rubbed myself slowly, and I kept wondering what would happen if you walked in. Too bad you didn’t,” she giggled, “it would have been a dream come true for you.”

“I started by lightly caressing my lips, like this.” She said. I gasped, and felt her put her hands between her legs. A low moan escaped her lips, and I strained, to no avail, to catch a glimpse under the blindfold. “No peeking.” she said softly.

“Then, when I was really turned on. I started to touch my clit, like this.” She leaned forward, and I could hear her breathing get deeper, and I felt her hands moving faster and faster between her pussy and my belly.

I was as turned on as I’ve ever been, and she began moaning in my ear. I recognized the sound of her approaching orgasm. I felt her stiffen, and as she kissed me deeply, she came, squirting all over my belly.

Lisa caught her breath, and then slowly lowered herself on my erect penis. The whole performance had me so turned on, I came almost instantaneously. A few minutes later, she uncovered my eyes, untied me, and said: “Maybe next time, we’ll forget the blindfold.”



Be Careful What You Wish For



She’d seen him several times in the convenience store over the last few months. It was always in the morning though, stopping to get a cup of coffee for the drive, or maybe to fill up the car. The first couple of times they just nodded cordially, but soon they began to recognize each other and smile when they said good morning.

Finally came the late afternoon when they were both coming home from work and they stood together in a long line - he, waiting to buy a six-pack, she was purchasing a can of cat food to last till she could get to the grocery store tomorrow.

He thought she was beautiful. A great smile, gorgeous honey-gold hair nearly down to her waist, mischievous green eyes. She was a little bitty thing - maybe 5’1 or 5’2, 110 pounds soaking wet, but he bet there was a fire inside that made up for any lack of size.

She had gotten a warm feeling for him too, hoping to see him each day. He seemed so strong and ruggedly handsome, his face had those deep lines running vertical on each side of his mouth.. a feature that drove her wild. He wasn’t fat, but a big guy, muscled in the way that you knew he earned them by actual hard work, not in an expensive gym with steroids. His eyes smiled but she could see a smoldering intensity just beneath the surface.

“We must be neighbors or something,” he said as a way to strike up the conversation.

“Looks like it,” she agreed. “You live in Post?”

“No, Summit, right next door.”

She laughed. “Then i guess we are.”

He clamped the six pack under his left arm and extended his right hand. “I’m Gary.”

She shook it politely, liking the strength she felt in his grip. “I’m Rachel.”

“I have to admit, I really look forward to bumping into you here. It’s the highlight of my day.”

She blushed prettily. “No offense, but you must have very dull days.”

Gary laughed. “Well, yeah, I do, but I still look for you.”

They were quiet for a moment, shuffling up another foot in the line. 

“So, if I can be so bold, what are you doing after you feed your cat?” he asked. “I’d love to buy you a drink. Or maybe dinner?”

The way she looked up at him doubtfully, he figured he’d blown it by being too bold. Or maybe her cat had a Daddy at home.

“Hmmm.... well.....”

He laughed again. “Don’t take too long to decide. The weekend only lasts two days.”

“I was just rying to figure out whether I should answer your question about what i was going to do, or whether I should answer about the drink first.”

That twinkle in her eye seemed to drill right into his head. “Okay, you’re blonde, I can see where it might have been a little confusing,” he teased. “Would you have dinner with me tonight, Rachel?”

“Yes, Gary, I will.”

There was instant chemistry between the two of them. They were immediately at ease with each other and they sat and talked after their meal, so deeply engrossed in their conversation that they didn’t realize the restaurant was closing around them. It was already midnight.

“Want to find one of those bars that’s open till 4am and finish our talk?” she asked as they approached his Pathfinder.

Instead of answering, he suddenly truned her quickly and pushed her hard against the vehicle, pinning her with his body, holding her wrists out from her sides, pressing his lips roughly on hers in a long, deep kiss.

At first he felt her stiffen in surprise, maybe even in fear. He was sure he’d not read her wrong though. And after a few seconds, she was kissing him back just as passionately, making hungry little animal noises in her throat.

He stopped and pulled her mouth away. “No, I don’t want to go somewhere and talk,” he growled. “I want to take you back to my place and fuck you till morning.”

She gasped, but smiled and nodded eagerly.

Gary was true to his word. He kept going until the sun came up... in all positions, rough and fast, slow and gentle. Rachel lost the ability to speak somewhere before dawn and could only make incoherent sounds. No one had ever done the things he did to her - to take her so completely that she had no choice except to fully surrender to him. By the first light, Gary finally let himself cum for the third time and he lay down next to her. The bed linens were off in the floor, they were both drenched in sweat and each others bodily fluids. The whole bed was a wet spot and Rachel’s long hair was matted around her face and shoulders.

“I don’t want to stop,” he panted, running his hand over her bare hip and sending another shiver through her. “But I think I’m empty.”

Rachel was still too deep inside her haze to laugh, so he chuckled at his own joke. He meant for them to get a shower but they were soon both sound asleep. Somewhere around 10:30, Gary woke only long enough to pull the comforter over them.

Rachel was flustered when she awoke and found him already awake, watching her. She could remember getting out of control the night before, doing things she’s never even dreamed of. She felt embarrassed and drew the sheets closer under her chin.

“Uh...” she said, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he replied, then peered over her shoulder. “Actually, good afternoon. It’s nearly 2.”

“Really?” she was surprised but actually too comfortable to move. She felt his hand under the covers with her, rubbing up and down her side. He took her hand and drew it down between his legs. He was as hard as he’d been the whole night before.

“Can you take care of this for me?” he smiled. “Got someplace I could leave it for awhile, maybe till the swelling goes down?”

She’d never felt so wanton in her entire life and she realized she really liked it. She pushed him over on his back and straddled his body. Her pussy was still wet with both their juices and although he slid easily inside, it was sore from so much fucking. However, when he held her hips and began pumping her deeply, her discomfort quickly turned to pleasure.

After this time, they managed to make it to the shower.

They spent the whole weekend together - mostly having wild, raw sex. He’d never met a woman who could keep up with his appetites and wanted to try everything he suggested. She’d never met a man who could push her over the edge and keep her there for so long.

When they weren’t fucking, they talked about fucking. Past lovers, past experiences, fantasies they still wanted to fulfill. Rachel admitted to him something she’d never had the courage to tell anyone before. She fantasized about being kidnapped and gang raped.

“Not in real life!” she added hastily. “I’m not THAT crazy! But it’s just something neat to think about and get myself off with when I’m alone.”

“Well, you won’t have to do that anymore,” he said. “We can play out all your fantasies, if you like.”

Over the course of the next few weeks, he did. Not the gangbang, but play-raping her several times. Rachel had never had so much sex in all her life.

Though their relationship was primarily based on sex, they did slow down and get to know each other. Gary was a retired cop - “It totally shows!” she told him - who had his own business now, an investigation firm.

“A private dick,” she smiled, squeezing his playfully.

Rachel’s occupation was far less exciting. She was a CPA working for one of the big property management companies in the city.

They went out regularly, just casually as good friends do. Gary appreciated the fact that she wasn’t trying to possess him and had never even hinted at the “C” word - commitment. She seemed to just take it all at face value. Someone to share a meal with and a great partner for sex. She even went home in the middle of most nights after sex, not wanting to offend him, but preferring to sleep alone. He didn’t admit it to her, but sometimes he missed her. But then again, sometimes he just liked to stretch out.

On a certain Friday night, Gary arrived to pick her up for dinner. He announced that he’d heard of a new club and he wanted to try it. She had no objections.

He drove through town and out the other side, looking for Cook St. It was nowhere to be found. They ended up in an older part of the town with boarded-up warehouses and over-grown vacant lots.

“Maybe we missed a turn,” Rachel offered.

“I don’t know,” he said in frustration. “I think I will head back. We can just look for it another night.”

“Okay, good idea,” she agreed.

Gary did a U-turn but as he started to gain speed, the Nissan sputtered and slowed down. He gave it more gas but it rolled to a stop. He coasted to the edge of the road, cursing, “Damn!! Not again!”

“What happened?”

“There’s a wire on one of the plugs that keeps wiggling loose. I mean to fix it, but then it stays on and I forget about it.”

“Is it bad?” she asked, looking around the area nervously. There was only one working streetlight in view and although it seemed deserted here, being stuck out in the open like this felt way too vulnerable.

“I ought to just be able to stick it back on,” he said, rummaging through the glove compartment at her knees to pull out a flashlight. He clicked the switch and it came on dimly. He smacked it hard against the palm of his other hand a couple of times and it brightened.

“Stay in here,” he told her. “Lock the doors. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” she agreed, not liking the situation one bit.

As Gary opened the hood, Rachel noticed headlights coming up the street. She prayed they would pass right by without a second glance - no one stopped to help strangers anymore, did they? Her heart sank when it pulled up behind their vehicle and stopped, leaving its light on bright. She could tell it was a van, an older panel van, and she saw the silhouettes of two people getting out of it. One came up on each side of the Pathfinder. They paused long enough to leer in at her, then one of them called out, “What’s up, buddy? Got some car trouble?”

They were both big men too, easily Gary’s size. Gary had stepped to the passenger’s side to get a better position and he looked in at Rachel, to give her a reassurring smile.

It happened quicker than she could see. The one next to her brought something small and black out of his pocket and though she couldn’t tell what it was in the darkness, she knew it was metallic by the way the distant streetlight reflected off it. She knew it was a gun when she not only heard the shot, but saw the fire momentarily at the end of the barrel. She saw Gary clutch his chest and drop to the ground out of her sight.

Unthinking, Rachel began to scream. Her first reaction was to get out to Gary and see if he was alright and she acted before she realized what she was doing. She had opened the car door! When she saw her error, she tried to yank it shut but it was too late. The man with the gun had grabbed the door and she couldn’t budge it.

Tears stung her eyes but she managed to jump out of the car and began to sprint down the road towards the light - shouting for help at the top of her lungs.

“Catch her, man!” one of the guys said urgently. “She’s gonna ruin everything!”

Both men started after her and closed the distance quickly. Their longer legs never gave her a chance.

The faster of the two caught her from behind, wrapping a thick arm around her waist and lifting her off her feet. She struggled and kicked but he held her firmly as the second man produced a roll of silver duct tape. The first piece went over her mouth, cutting off her shrill but worthless screams. The second long piece went tightly over her eyes and left her helpless for the most part. The third piece was used to bind her wrists together behind her back. She finally stopped struggling, held firmly in one of the men’s arms. He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and took her back to the van.

As he dropped her on the floor on her side, Rachel felt like crying but the tears had nowhere to go beneath the tape. She was terrified, more than she’d ever been in her life. They’d shot Gary! Just like that! And she’d seen it... what could that mean they’d do to her? Her mind began to flash images of horror and she moaned against the floor of the van, drawing herself up into a tight ball.

“I think we have her attention,” one of them laughed. His voice came from behind her. The other one was climbing into the driver’s seat. She heard him fumbling with the keys and cranking the old vehicle. It smelled like oil.

“What are we gonna do with her?” the front one asked.

She felt a hand on her thigh, pushing the hem of her short dress up over her hip.

“Well, I know what I’m gonna do with her!” he laughed uproarishly and slapped her hard on the ass.

“Hey, I know!” the front one exclaimed, “Let’s call Mike and Joey and have a big party. They’d love her, especially Joey. You know how he is about the little blonde ones.”

“Okay, but he goes last! That one we had before, he half killed her before the rest of us had a turn.”

Rachel tried to scream but couldn’t get the sound out. She kicked with her feet but only succeeded in smashing her big toe against the door. It hurt so badly but it at least gave her something to focus on besides their threats.

“Let’s take her out to my daddy’s old place,” the back one suggested. “Noboby ever goes near that old barn.”

The other one agreed. “Yeah, I always said if someone hid a body in there, it would be years before it was found.”

Both of them laughed again and Rachel could only tremble.

It wasn’t long before the van stopped. She was pulled to a sitting position and handed out to the other one. He led her with a hand on her elbow and she could tell they were entering a large building. Sounds echoed off in the distance and she could smell old hay and animals. As they pushed her inside, she heard tires crunching the gravel behind her as another vehicle arrived. More voices grew louder as two car doors shut. One voice rang out over the others. “Okay! Where’s the entertainment?”

Suddenly she felt hands on her - cruel and insistent. Her clothes were ripped from her body and she stood there naked, feeling the stares of strange men she couldn’t see. She tried to turn and run but she bumped into another and he turned her around again. No matter which direction she moved, someone was there to catch her.

“Get that tape off her mouth,” one of them said. “I wanna see what those pretty lips taste like!”

Another voice, “I want those pretty lips to see what my dick tastes like!”

The sound of laughter made her burn with shame but the snick of a knife just beside her ear made her freeze.

“That’s it, little lady. You don’t wanna move while I have this blade right next to your face.”

Rachel didn’t move a muscle except for the uncontrollable trembling. She felt the bonds on her wrists cut and the tape ripped off, painfully taking off small bits of skin with it. Her hands immediately came up to try to shield her body.

“Don’t move, bitch!” the voice repeated. “We don’t want you to die,” it said almost compassionately, but then he too laughed mockingly. “We haven’t even gotten started yet!”

While he laughed, he yanked the tape off her mouth, leaving her lips raw and burning.

She tried to beg, saying “Please, please don’t hurt me”, but when she felt the hands crowding in all around her, she began to scream again.

“Go ahead, honey,” one of them told her. “We’re so far out in the country that nobody will ever hear you.”

Yet Rachel had to scream whether she would be heard or not. She was helpless to do anything else in the world, so she had to continue to do the only thing she could and she did it until her voice gave out.

Her memories of the things that happened to her were never fully clear, it was all a blur of sensation and sound in the dark. She was shoved down onto a rough blanket on the hay and someone crawled on top of her. She knew she was on hay because pointy pieces kept sticking through the blanket and scratching her. She put a lot of concentration into feeling those stray pieces, anything to avoid the reality of what was happening to her.

However, she was brought back quickly as she felt the cold blade of the knife pressing the sensitive skin of her throat. 

“Suck me, bitch. Or die, your choice.”

Grimacing at the thought of what this horrible man would probably smell like, she made the only choice she could and opened her mouth. She found him to be very clean, not at all like she’d guessed. She gagged as he pushed too deeply into her throat but she gave him what he demanded. He came very quickly and bathed her throat in hot cum.

The first man who fucked her shuddered in orgasm, but she didn’t feel it in her pussy. Could he be wearing a condom?

Another man moved between her legs. She felt his hands all over her, then felt other hands join his, all rubbing, pinching, squeezing. Then a mouth descended on her pussy and began to lick her like a cat lapping milk. The tongue alternated between stroking her clit and filling her pussy until she found herself actually becoming wet from the attention.

“NO!” she screamed in alarm, trying to squirm away. Her body was betraying her in its response to his tongue. Hands held her in place and she had to endure the probing and sucking until she thought she would go mad. All the while she cried, “No, no, stop!” as her body was allowing itself to be pushed towards orgasm. She came while still screaming no.

She lost track of time as each man took his turn fucking her mouth or her pussy or both. She couldn’t tell how many men were there, if some did her more than once. After her first orgasm, as desperately hard as she tried not to, she was brought to orgasm after orgasm. She didn’t know anymore whether she wanted to get away or to never get away. Her mind dumped her in a haze of the smell and sounds of sex until she passed completely into unconciousness.

When sanity returned to her, it came back very slowly. Her body ached all over. Every muscle screamed and the worst was the pain between her thighs, from being held open and pummeled. She was still naked and cold now, but she was in an upright position, her butt on the hay, her wrists above her head. It seemed they were clamped in metal handcuffs now.

The tape over her eyes itched and pulled and she rubbed her face back and forth against her inner arm to try to ease it. Surprisingly, she felt it shift when she did this, and she realized she could see a small sliver of light. She started frantically rubbing to try to pull it loose.

But she quickly stopped She had to make sure no one was sitting there watching her try to get away. She listened very carefully but only heard two faint voices, seemingly in another room.

She rubbed again at the tape - loosened by her tears and by sweat - being far more discreet now. It came free still, partially tangled in her long hair, but at least off her eyes. She could see again.

Rachel found herself in a small alcove in the large barn. A great mound of hay separated her from the main part of the building, it’s what made the voices sound as if they were in another room. No one was in sight at the moment. Maybe they were sleeping now? Taking a break before killing her?

She examined the handcuffs in the dim light that came around the haypile. At first, she was resigned to being held fast by them, she couldn’t break steel and they were looped over a low beam above her head. 

“That can’t be right,” she whispered to herself, looking more closely at the cuffs. There were metal and seemed to be real in every respect, however, she knew from years of her own kinky play, real handcuffs did not have a quick release switch on them. These were fakes. 

“Hey,” a third voice called from out front. “Check on her for me,” the voice called. It was vaguely familiar but too quiet to really tell. She supposed it was just one of the many she’d heard during the night.

Footsteps approached, coming around the hay to her little room. She knew she had to hurry now. Getting her hands free was no problem, but she quickly searched around the floor for some kind of weapon to defend herself. This would most likely be her only chance and she had to make the very best of it. Near the wall was a length of 1” rebar and it would have to do. She snatched it up and turned, almost too late. She wasn’t sure who was the most surprised, she or the man who came around the corner. Before he could get a word out, she had slammed the iron into his skull. He dropped to the floor and her rage turned loose. She beat him until he was hardly recognizable anymore.




Be Careful What You Wish For



Another voice echoed, calling the first man and asking if everything was ok. This pulled her from her frenzy and she was able to get behind the wall he would come around. He saw the man on the floor and whispered, “Holy shit!” just before she let the bar crash against the back of his head. He dropped with a thud and she didn’t have the fire left to continue to beat him. She wanted away and nothing more.

Rachel listened again and heard no more voices or sounds, but she knew there was still at least one more out there. She searched this back area carefully for a way out but there was none. However, she did notice that the second man she had knocked down had a knife tucked in the side of his belt... most likely the knife she’d felt against her skin earlier. She dropped the bar and took the knife.

Barely noticing that she was still nude, she crept slowly out from the alcove and around the pile of hay.

Ahead of her was the open barn door... wide and inviting. However, sitting before it with his back to her was the third man. He was hunched over, elbows resting on his knees, sitting on a bale. He seemed intent on something in his hands and she wasted no time to give him any chance of feeling her watching him. She sprang out and crossed the boards as fast as she could, her bare feet making no sound that wasn’t muffled in the hay. Without a second thought, she plunged the knife deep into the middle of his upper back and tugged upwards.

Blood gushed out on her hand but she let go, leaping over the bale, running for the door, every second fearing that she would feel bullets from the same gun that had killed Gary. Except for a disturbing gurgling cry, there was nothing but another thud on the floor.

Once outside, she thought her heart would burst with joy. There was enough moonlight for her to see that the panel van was there, and strangely enough, Gary’s Pathfinder, too. The assholes had evidently gone back and stolen it.

She jumped inside it, knowing that Gary kept an extra key under the dashboard. However, his keyring was still in the ignition. She couldn’t believe her change of luck. She couldn’t believe no one had come running out to stop her either so she wasted not a second before spinning the tires in the gravel and roaring off into the darkness.

Her hands shook so much that she was afraid she would lose control of the car and wreck. She needed a phone to call the police. She needed a way to find out where she was so she could get out of here.

Rachel’s eyes lit on something on the seat next to her and she paused to turn on the overhead light. Amazingly, her purse was there, and a folded terry cloth robe, just like one that Gary owned. 

She’d worry about what that meant later, but right now, she dug in her purse for her cell phone and punched in 911.

The dispatcher was a very kind woman who tried to calm Rachel as she spewed out what had happened to her. She couldn’t tell the woman where she was because she didn’t know. She’d not known since Gary made the wrong turn hours ago. She lost her composure and started to cry.

“Ma’am, please don’t do that... please... just look around and pull off the road. Find a store, find a house, just find somewhere you can ask your location.”

It wasn’t that easy though, because she was so far out of the city. Finally, several miles down the road, she came to a small store. It was dark and closed at this hour of the morning.

“The sign says Jerry’s General Store,” Rachel told the operator. “Can you find me? I’m afraid to stay here. What if they are coming after me?”

“I pulled up the address and I’ve already sent it to a unit in your area. They are only a few miles from you. Just keep talking to me till they get there, okay?”

“Yes,” Rachel agreed thankfully, though most of her words were gibberish in her panic. 

Within ten minutes, a police car with its sirens wailing turned in beside her. She’d pulled on the robe and sat curled up in it on the passenger seat, holding it around herself tightly. She wished it was Gary that was holding her, she’d always felt so safe with him. She could smell his scent on the robe.

She managed to tell the two officers what had happened to her and also what she’d done to the men to escape. As best she could, she gave them directions back to the farm house. One called for backup as he drove away and the other called for an ambulance and waited with her.

Everything seemed to fade in and out after they put her in the ambulance. She tried to tell herself she was safe now but she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel safe again. Ironically, she remembered talking to Gary about the rape fantasies she had. She didn’t think she’d ever have one of those again either. And now Gary was dead. Tears ran freely down her cheeks. She’d begun to care so much about him.

A couple of hours later after a thorough examination and a half-hearted talk with a rape counselor, Rachel lay on the emergency room bed, lightly sedated. She’d heard no word about the scene she’d escaped from but they couldn’t let her go home until the police spoke with her.

Two men entered the room, both in dark suits and ties. They asked the attending nurse if it was okay for them to talk to Rachel and she said it was.

Rachel sat up, tugging the scratchy hospital blanket around her.

They introduced themselves as Detective Long and Detective Paul. Det. Long said they’d just come from the crime scene.

She began to tremble again, despite the medication that had previously calmed her. She wasn’t sure now if she could listen to this or not.

“When we arrived, we found everything exactly as you said. Two men dead, and the other was brought here with a mild concussion.” Long had a very grim and critical look on his face.

Rachel put her face in her hands and sobbed again. “I killed them. I didn’t mean to, but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Ma’am, that will all be worked out at a later time. We just have some questions about their identity right now.”

“Did you find out who they were?” she asked, “Did anyone find Gary’s body?”

“Well, yes ma’am, we did.” The detectives passed a look back and forth between each other.

“Who were they?” she cried out, frustrated. “Why did they do this to me?”

Det. Paul flipped open a notebook and read, “Joey Patterson, hospitalized with a mild concussion.” He paused to study the look of recognition on Rachel’s face. Gary had mentioned a man by that name, a friend of his.

“Daniel Wilson, deceased at the scene. Cause of death appears to be blunt force trauma to the head.” 

Another of Gary’s friends, she had even met this one briefly once at a party but had not remembered him. Her face twisted up in agony, wondering why they would have done something like this.

“And Gary Turner, also deceased at the scene. Cause of death appears to be a stabbing from behind that entered the heart and right lung.”

Rachel’s face lost all its color. Her jaw fell open but all she could utter was “Wha....? No.....” She shook her head wildly. “No! Gary was shot... I saw them do it on the street! What ... what...?”

Det. Long spoke over her questions. “When interviewed, Mr. Patterson said, ‘We were only playing out a fantasy for Gary’s girlfriend. Something went bad wrong.”

He looked up to catch Rachel’s reaction to this but she had already slumped forward in a faint.



Be Careful What You Wish For



He watched her walk up the stairs noticing her high-heel slip off the step. " Damn, there goes another pair of hose." he heard her say.

The rain had started letting up, but there was still a distinct chill in the air and he imagined he could see her nipples pointing out under her sweater. She looked tired, her auburn hair was plastered to her, as were her clothes. At 5'8 she was a bit tall for his taste, but had a nice figure. He didn't like the anorexic look of today's young women. Her breasts were full and her legs long. 

He usually preferred petite-blonde's, but tonight he was going to make an exception. He watched her struggle to get her key in the lock and hold on to her bag of groceries and purse. The sight was almost comical but he knew now was his chance. He crossed the street looking to see if anyone was around. Heading toward her, his heart started pounding in anticipation. His cock was hardening at the thought of being inside her. 

"May I help you with that miss?" 

His deep voice startled her. As she turned quickly toward him he saw her green eyes light up with a touch of fear. 

" You scared me!" she laughed.

The fear diminishing as she looked into his kind, handsome face. 

"Yes, I would appreciate the help." 

He smiled at her. "It will be my pleasure." 

As he took the bag of groceries from her she unlocked the door. Stepping into her living room she turned on the light and took the bag of groceries from him.

"I'll be right back." She said and walked into the kitchen to put the groceries on the counter. 

He quickly looked around noticing the air conditioning unit sticking out of the side window. There was a carpeted stair case leading upstairs, and nothing masculine in the room. No pictures of children or men, a single wine glass on the coffee table. 

"Good she lives alone, this is getting better and better". He smiled to himself. 

She walked back into the room. 

"Nice place you have." His brown eyes giving her the once over as he spoke. 

"Thank you, I just moved here."

"Well miss, I'm glad I could help you but I must get going." 

"Welcome to the neighborhood." 

He turned to walk out the door.

"Wait!" she said. "My name is Cara, what's yours?"

He smiled to himself. " OH! Sorry, my name is Bryan."

" Thanks for your help Bryan, hope to see you around."

"You will, Cara." He winked at her as he closed the door. 

"Sooner than you think." 

Cara went into the kitchen and started putting away the groceries. Thinking of how nice Bryan was and that maybe this wasn't such a bad neighborhood after all. Bryan started making his plan, gathering his gear, and whistling happily to himself. 

When he had everything assembled, he walked into the alley on the side of Cara's apartment. Silently he watched her, she was sitting on her couch reading a romance novel, sipping a glass of wine, her face freshly scrubbed, her long legs partially-covered in her purple satin robe. He stood there patiently waiting for her to go to bed. He memorized her every movement, noticed she was right-handed, decided to subdue that hand first, using the tie from her own robe, or maybe he'd use that as a blindfold. 

He shook his head to clear his thoughts knowing this was the time to be observing not fantasizing. His eyes widened as he peered back into her window. Her hand had slipped into her robe and she was caressing her breast, he could make out the curve of it as she tweaked her nipple. 

Suddenly, she stood up.

" I wish I had a man that could make me feel that way."

She giggled, turned out the main light and walked upstairs. 

Bryan smiled,whispering to himself.

"Be careful what you wish for Cara." 

He let an hour pass and pulled himself on top of the air-conditioner, slowly he lifted the window, set his bag down and crawled inside. He quietly closed it and went up the stairs. He snuck into the hallway, peeking into the room on the left. There she was. Sleeping she looked like an angel. Bryan walked into her room and placed his bag down at the foot of her four-post bed. He opened it and put on his ski-mask. He removed his shirt and pants. Standing there in his boxers his hard cock was huge. He reached for her robe laying across the bottom of the bed. He pulled the tie from it and laid it on her bedside table. 

Quickly he rolled Cara on to her back. Her eyes flew open and she started to fight him. Too shocked to scream she kicked and hit until he got her arms pinned down. 

"You are going to be a good girl for me tonight." 

"Do you understand me?" 

Cara nodded her head.

"Good, now be still."

He grabbed the tie from her robe and blindfolded her with it. Cara opened her mouth to scream. Bryan covered it with his hand. 

" I thought you understood."

"Please be a good girl." 

He stood up slowly, testing her to see if she would try and move. He reached into his bag and got the ties. He tied each of her arms to opposite post on her bed so that they were crossed above her head. Then placed thigh cuffs on and connected her legs to her arms, so that her knees were pulled up to her chin. Exposing her perfectly shaved pussy. He ran his finger around the lips.

She shuddered, "Please don't do this." 

Laughing, Bryan whispered "Do what?"

"Please let me go, you can have anything you want, just please don't touch me." Cara was starting to cry.

"There will be no crying tonight, you will enjoy this, I will have anything I want and all I want is you." Bryan laid beside her on the bed, happy he had chosen her for tonight's entertainment. He watched her trying to hold back the tears, her breast rising and falling as she took deep breaths to try and calm herself. 

He started caressing her face tracing her lips with his fingertips. 

"You have such a pretty mouth, but I think it would look better with my cock in it." 

Cara jerked her head away and shouted "No! Please someone help! " 

" I told you to be a good girl and you wouldn't get hurt, now shut up!" 

"Maybe I will let you suck me later." 

His fingers trailed the path from her neck to her breast slowly caressing her skin. He filled his hands with her breast, rolling each nipple between his fingers. He leaned his head down and took a nipple in his mouth. He took his time savoring each taste. Teresa started to struggle. She couldn't believe she was getting turned on. 

" My patience is wearing thin, do you want me to be rough or would you like to enjoy this too?"

He pulled his boxers off and rubbed his cock against her breast. He straddled her stomach, reached for his bag and pulled out some lube. Squirting it between her breast he grabbed them and squeezed them tightly together. He started stroking his cock in between her beautiful breast.

"Do you like me in between your breast?" He whispered. She shook her head no.

"Liar!" He laughed again. "You know you want me to do this to you."

His strokes picked up in pace and she felt precum hit the hollow of her throat. 

Her legs were getting in his way and he was getting irritated. He stopped his stroking, laid down beside her and licked her nipples. 

"Maybe he changed his mind." She thought as she heard he got up & walked into the hallway and down the stairs. Then she heard him come back into the room. 

"You look very beautiful blindfolded, & tied up with your pussy exposed to anyone who was to walk in." 

His voice was getting closer with every word. He laid down between her legs and traced her private folds with his tongue, she shivered as she felt him place an ice cube into her.

"Baby, are you cold?" " I guess I will have to warm you up."

He started licking her in long strokes up and down her clit. She felt the tip of his finger enter her. She felt herself getting wet for him, not wanting too but not being able to stop herself. 

Trying to buck him off she struggled once more. He wondered whether she was struggling more against the sensations building inside if her or against him. He thrust his finger all the way into her, finger fucking her hard while molesting her clit. He shoved another finger deep in fucking her harder and harder. She was still fighting the sensations so he stuck another finger deep in her tight pussy. 

She came all over his fingers. He smiled feeling her juices coat his fingers.

"Would you like to taste your own juices, my love?

She struggled to turn her head and he wrapped the cum coated fingers around her throat.

"You don't like your own juices maybe you'll like mine."

He thrust his cock into her mouth. She gagged against his length, feeling him thrust himself all the way to her tonsils. He stroked in and out of her mouth with a vengeance. She struggled trying to keep stroke with him. The sight made him cum and he poured his hot semen down her throat.

to be continued...



Be Careful What You Wish For



My wife Julie and I have been married for five years. Julie is 26 years old she's five foot six with long blonde hair, a great body, big beautiful all natural 34D breasts and an ass that can and has stopped traffic. We both used to be fairly active sexually before we got married, but since we got married she's the only woman I've been with and as far as I know I'm the only man she's been with.

My best friend Luke has wanted to fuck my wife for years. We are the kind of friends that are comfortable sharing the details of our sex lives with each other. Julie and I have done some pretty kinky things that have just made Luke want to fuck her even worse.

It seemed like every day that Luke would ask me if there were a chance that he'd get to have sex with my wife. When you hear an idea that many times it starts to sound better and better, and After a few years I began to think it might be okay for Luke to fuck Julie. 

Of course my thinking it was okay didn't mean anything without Julie's approval. I talked it over with her and not only did she agree, she had a wicked idea that I agreed to instantly.

Luke was like a kid at Christmas when I told him the good news. He was ready to go back to my house right then, but that was not what Julie and I had planned. Luke calmed down when I told him that there were a few conditions that he would have to agree to. 

The conditions he had to meet were very simple, he had to agree to bring his little sister Lisa, who had always wanted me but had never had the chance, and after all I wasn't going to let Luke fuck my wife and get nothing in return. He also had to agree to be videotaped and to have myself and his sister present. But the most important stipulation was that he had to do whatever my wife said with no complaints or the deal was off. I had drawn up a contract that made the stipulations official and Luke signed it immediately.

I had told him about the arrangement on Tuesday morning and we made him wait until Friday night for our little get together.

Luke showed up an hour before he was supposed to and he had his sister Lisa on his arm. I met them at the door. Luke was too excited to speak, but Lisa was not.

"From what Luke tells me he's trading me for your wife?" Lisa asked.

"That's right. You came so you are obviously not opposed to the idea." I said.

"I love the idea, it's just with this idiot for a brother you can never tell whether he's telling the truth or not." Lisa said.

"I assure you that this time he was telling the truth." I said.

"So when are we gonna start this little party then?" Lisa asked.

"Julie's not quite ready so we'll give her a few more minutes then we'll get started." I said.

"I've waited six years to get a chance to fuck you, I suppose a few more minutes won't kill me." Lisa said.

I gave them both some alcohol, but I had something else for Luke.

"Luke, you had better take these." I said handing him two of the little blue miracle pills. "With what Julie has in mind for you, you'll need them." I said.

"Thanks buddy." Luke said swallowing the pills.

We stood in the hall for a few more minutes then Julie opened the door and let us into the bedroom. Luke went right for her and tried to kiss her.

"Oh no you don't, I'm in charge here remember. Now undress me slowly." Julie said.

You'd have thought Luke was a virgin the way his hands were shaking as he removed every stitch of Julie's clothing. Lisa and I had positioned ourselves on a chair so that she was grinding her ass on my cock, but we were both fully clothed and watching the show.

As soon as Julie was naked she began stripping off Luke's clothes. By the time Julie pulled his boxers off Luke had a rock hard erection. Julie ran her hands up and down Luke's body but would not let him touch her. After exploring his body for awhile she pushed Luke back against the bed.

She raised one of his arms and locked it securely into the shackles, then his other arm, and finally his feet. Luke lay flat on his back unable to move with his eight-inch erection pointing skyward. The shackles were attached to a frame on wheels that was positioned over the bed but not part of it so as soon as Luke was securely in place Julie rolled him away from the bed.

By now Lisa's grinding had my cock rock hard and she was on her knees in front of the chair licking and sucking the head of my ten inch cock as her tiny hands stroked the length of the shaft.

I watched as Julie again ran her hands all over Luke's body. Luke was having a blast as Julie teased him. It was only when he saw the rope that Luke began to suspect that this might not have been such a good idea after all.

Julie put a loop of the rope around the base of Luke's erection and tied it off tight, she then wrapped the rope around the length of his cock until only the head was left showing and tied the other end tight at the head. The rope had been tied to tight that Luke cried out in pain.

Knowing that it was going to be a long night I pulled Lisa's mouth off of my cock and stood her up and began undressing her. When I pulled her bra off I took each of her nipples into my mouth and she had put some sort of flavored lotion on them, but they were no comparison to the flavor of her pussy. By the time I got between her legs she was almost gushing with wetness and it didn't take long before she came.

We immediately moved to the bed and made sure that we were at an angle where Luke and Julie could see our actions and that we could see them in action.

As Lisa lowered herself down on to my cock I was in heaven, she was so tight that she had to force herself to take my full length.

I noticed that Julie was nowhere to be seen for a minute, then she came out of the bathroom with a robe on and carrying a bottle of lubricant. She began massaging the cold lube into Luke's asshole. He shrieked at the sensation and couldn't help asking the question he already knew the answer to.

"What are you lubing my ass for?" Luke asked.

"For this." Julie said with a smile as she dropped the robe revealing a strap on dildo.

"Oh no, this isn't what I signed up for." Luke protested.

"Sure it is. You agreed to do whatever I wanted, and I want to fuck you in the ass with this dildo." Julie said.

With that she positioned the head of the small rubber cock at Luke's asshole and began pushing it in. Luke's screams of protest were mixed with shrieks of pain. Julie started sliding the dildo in and out slowly then increased her pace.

Meanwhile Lisa was riding my cock like she was in the rodeo. I was very close to cumming and Lisa squatted down hard and ground her pelvis against mine as my balls emptied an incredible amount of cum deep into Lisa's pussy.

Without pulling my cock out of her we repositioned ourselves so that I was fucking Lisa from behind. She was leaning back into me and I was playing with her tits as our hips moved in perfect rhythm.

All of a sudden Julie pulled the dildo out of Luke's ass and he let out a sigh.

"At last it's over." Luke said.

"Not even close lover boy. It is time to move you up to a bigger dildo though, and I've got a few more toys here as well." Julie said.

She put a bigger dildo into the harness and proceeded to start fucking his ass again. This time she had nipple clamps that bit into Luke's nipples causing him to yelp. She also had one of those suction pump things, which she put over his balls and pumped the air out of. The groan that Luke released was all the information I needed to know that the pump was painful.

I deposited a second load of cum into Lisa's pussy and then pulled out to take a breather. Julie had no intention of letting us both take a breather while she was working so hard on Luke's ass, but Lisa and I were both surprised by what Julie came up with.

"Lisa, squat on Luke's face and make him eat the cum out of your pussy." Julie commanded.

"What? No way, he's my brother." Lisa said.

"Do it now or I'll stick a baseball bat in your ass and carry you around like a Popsicle." Julie yelled.

It might have been fear or it might have been her elevated hormones, but Lisa got up off the bed, walked over to the frame, and straddled Luke's face.

"Eat that hot sticky cum out of my pussy." Lisa ordered.

Luke obeyed. I don't know if he even realized that it was his sister that was sitting on his face, Julie and her dildo had fuck him nearly senseless. While Luke was busy with Lisa's pussy Julie moved up to an even larger dildo. This one was really thick; at least a foot long, and had a beaded texture up and down its length.

After having her pussy licked for nearly half an hour by her older brother Lisa couldn't hold out any longer and she reached a massive orgasm on her brother's face.

I helped Lisa off of Luke and back onto the bed. She pulled my recovered cock into her pussy and her hips were in overdrive as she fucked me as hard and as fast as she could. Again I came deep inside her and I was spent afterwards.

Lisa knew I couldn't go again for awhile so she turned to watch my wife fuck her brother. Julie saw her watching and got a wicked grin on her face.

"Do you want to try this?" Julie asked.

"Oh no, you look like you have things well in hand." Lisa said.

"You'd actually be helping me out, I have something else planned that would be better if his ass were still filled with a dildo." Julie said.

"Well, he already ate my pussy, I might as well fuck him in the ass with a strap on." Lisa said.

Julie took off the strap on and secured it tightly to Lisa's crotch. She put in a bigger dildo and Lisa went to work reaming her brother's ass.

Julie straddled Luke's face and he tried to lick her pussy but she pushed his head down.

"No you don't. Now open your mouth." Julie said.

Luke opened his mouth and Julie peed into it. When Luke's mouth was nearly full Julie forced his mouth closed and held his nose.

"Swallow." Julie said.

Luke had no choice but to obey. Julie relieved herself entirely in Luke's mouth making him swallow nine mouthfuls of hot piss. She then shifted her position slightly.

"Now eat my ass." Julie commanded.

By now Luke was a broken man and obeyed without even a moan of protest. For well over an hour Julie made Luke eat little pieces of shit out of her ass as Lisa continued to ravage his over used asshole.

When Julie finally grew tired of having Luke's tongue in her ass she stood up off of him, had Lisa pull out the dildo and they unclamped him from the frame. 

Luke didn't say a word. I don't think he could have spoke even if he'd wanted to. He merely got dressed and left.

Lisa was going to leave to, but Julie invited her to spend the rest of the weekend with us. Let me tell you that I will never forget that weekend, the action on Friday night was fun, but for the rest of the weekend I had two gorgeous, naked, horny women all to myself.

Monday morning I walked into work exhausted and Luke walked in with a hemorrhoid pillow. I couldn't resist; I walked right over to him and said.

"Be careful what you wish for you might just get it in the end."



Be Careful What You Wish For



The afternoon sun came pouring into my eyes, waking me. From the first moment, I knew something was wrong, strange, out of place ... 

"Good morning, time to rise and shine."

I knew that voice! I knew it, but couldn't see where or who it was coming from. The combination of the sun and the grogginess that just wouldn't go away made all my surroundings just a blur of color. I tried to lift myself up, my head started spinning. My arms couldn't hold my weight, and the fall came harder than I expected it to. I was not at home in my bed. 

"Don't try to move too much, you're gonna make yourself sick." 

He must have pulled curtains or blinds, because the sun went away, and my eyes went immediately from being strained by the sunlight to fighting to see through the complete darkness. I was going to be sick. 

Familiar footsteps brought the voice closer. He kneeled down beside me and I felt his hand running through my hair, over my cheek, and down my neck.

"Maybe it's not time to rise and shine yet. Sleep some more. I'll be back later." 

He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. I tried to reach up to grab him, I'm not sure if I was trying to stop him or simply didn't want to be left alone in the darkness. My movements slow and delayed, he grabbed my arm by the wrist and laid it down next to me. 

"I'll be back later."

It was then that I knew who he was. 

I kept thinking back on the past few weeks, wondering what had happened and what had led things to this point, whatever this point was. I had known Adam for years. We had been buddies in college, both studying hard for a business degree. I had been attracted to him from the moment I saw him walk into the classroom on the first day we met. I could tell from his actions that he was attracted to me as well, but he was married. Nothing ever happened between the two of us, except some harmless flirting. 

Adam and I lost touch after graduation, and almost a year had gone by without much communication. It wasn't until about 3 weeks ago, when I ran into him in a small coffee house after work that we reconnected. I found out that he was going through a divorce, and when he invited me to come by his house, I was definitely excited. Despite the lack of communication, and the other guys that had come in and out of my life, Adam had stayed on my mind. 

But still, despite the time we had spent together enjoying each other's company, nothing had happened beyond more harmless flirting. I had tried to make it obvious that I was interested in more, with no response from Adam. I decided that I would have to be the one to make the first move. 

Adam had invited me out for a drink, so I met him at the bar right on time, looking sexy as hell. I had taken special care to look good, so that when I did make my move, he wouldn't be able to resist. I spent the entire evening giving him "those looks", reaching over and touching him throughout the conversation. It wasn't too long before we were paying the tab and heading over to his place. 

After we walked in the door of his apartment, Adam went to the fridge and poured us another drink. He brought them over to the couch, where I had already gotten comfortable. He sat down next to me and I decided it was now or never. I moved closer to him, leaned in and whispered, "Adam, you know I want you." 

I pulled the bottom of my red dress up a little to give me more room to maneuver, and changed my position from sitting next to him to sitting on his lap, straddling him. He put his hands on my hips, pushing them down on to his own, and kissed me. Softly at first, but then slowly forced my mouth open and slid his tongue in to meet mine. He broke the kiss to move his mouth down on to my neck, and then back up to my ear where he whispered, "I want you, too." 

As we kissed, I moved my hips against his, feeling that what he said was true. He moved his hands from my hips and felt his way up my stomach and over my breasts until he reached my shoulders. He took the spaghetti straps of my dress and pulled them down over the tops of my arms. Kissing my neck, shoulders, and my chest, he moved his hands onto my legs and moved up until they were under my dress and on my ass, and he grabbed on as I grinded on his cock, which was now rock hard. 

All of a sudden, he stopped and pushed me away. 

"Adam, what's wrong?"

"Let me up. You need to leave."

"What? Is something – did I do something wrong?"

"I told you, Dawn. You need to leave." 

Frustrated and embarrassed, I regained my composure, found my purse, and headed for the door. I was almost there when he stopped me. 

"Dawn, its not you. Its not that I don't want you, but I'm seeing someone. I want us to be friends, Dawn, and ... the girl I'm dating ... you know her." 

That just added to the frustration and embarrassment. 

"Who is it?"

Adam sighed and said, "It's Rebecca." 

I wanted to scream. Rebecca was one of my arch rivals at work. She was a competitive, sneaky bitch. She'd do anything not only to see herself get ahead but to see me go down in flames. Now not only had she weaseled her way into a promotion that, by all rights, should have been mine, but she'd also weaseled her way into the bed of the man I'd been lusting over for years. 

Without saying a word, I left. Adam had tried to contact me several times, but I ignored his phone calls. My pride wouldn't let me talk to him after what had happened. I'd managed to avoid him at all costs, until now ... 

Waking up the second time wasn't nearly as difficult. Even though my head was pounding and the room was still dark, I could get a better idea of my surroundings. I was lying on the floor, but had a soft blanket underneath me. I was only in my bra and underwear. I reached my arms out to feel into the darkness, and there was nothing in my immediate reach. I tried to stand up, and realized that there was a chain around my left foot.

"Shit!" I said out loud, as I felt the chain around my foot and started following it, and found where it connected to the wall. Even though I couldn't see, I wasn't able to feel a way to get it off. 

Adam must have heard me. I heard him walking towards the room where I was being held. The door opened, and he entered carrying a lit candle. I had been hoping he would turn the lights on, giving me a better view of the chain that held my ankle. He sat down on the floor next to me. 

"God damn it, Adam, what the fuck is going on?" 

"Call down, precious; everything's going to be alright."

"The hell it is!" I tried my hardest to hit him, but my reactions were still not as quick as they should have been. He must have drugged me. He grabbed my both my arms and pushed me flat against the floor. Pulling my arms to my sides, he climbed on top of me, pinning my arms against me with his legs. I was still trying to fight, but Adam's size versus mine made it useless. He was turned, the top half of his body facing away from me. He was doing something, but I couldn't see what. When he turned back around, he had a syringe in his hand. 

I felt the needle sting as it entered my arm. I was screaming and kicking my legs, but it was no use. The drug took effect quickly, and soon I wouldn't have been able to fight anyway. Adam leaned forward and put his hand around my throat, tightly but not enough to interfere with my breathing. I was getting so sleepy. 

"Adam ... what are you doing ..."

"Thinking about how good your throat is going to feel."

Then everything went black.

I woke up in a different place, the same feelings of grogginess and nausea as the first time, but more comfortable. I was in a bedroom; I was assuming it to be Adam's. The lamp was on. I looked around, and saw that even though my surroundings had changed, I was still trapped. My foot was chained to one of the posts of the bed. I was nude, but covered by a light sheet. The skin under my breasts and my knees felt damp. 

"I must have had a bath," I murmured under my breath as I sat up and took a look around. There was a window in the room, but too far away for me to reach. There were drawers in the nightstand that the lamp sat on, but they were empty. I was desperate to find something to use as a weapon. I knew that I couldn't overpower Adam on my own.

I heard a key move in the lock, the door swung open, and there he was. Although my first instinct was to react the same way as I did before, I knew that he would just drug me again and I wouldn't know any more than what I know now. I swallowed hard and tried to stay calm. 

He walked over to the bed and ran his hands through my hair again and kissed me. I did not kiss him back, but I did not fight him either. He pushed me back and laid on top of me, kissing me, with the sheet between us. He pulled the sheet down to my stomach, and moved his hands to my breasts. He ran his fingers softly over my nipples as his lowered his head, kissing down my neck and along my breastbone. He moved to my left nipple first, licking in small circles before taking it in his mouth and sucking and nibbling gently. As he did the same to my right, I tried to fight the arousal that was building despite my fear and anger. Adam was an attractive man, and I had wanted him for quite some time ... 

Suddenly, Adam stopped. He rolled off of me and sat on the side of the bed. He took my hand and pulled me up, so that I was face to face with him. I grabbed the sheet to cover myself up, he knocked it away from me. 

"Here's the deal: I'm going to fuck you, Dawn. I'm going to fuck you and as long as you cooperate with me and do everything that I say, you won't be hurt. Understand?"

I was infuriated. "No, I don't fucking understand, you piece of shit! You could have had me anytime you wanted me, and you're going to fucking chain me up and ..."

I was interrupted by a hard smack across my face. 

"The first rule, baby, is I'm in charge, so you don't ask questions." Adam touched my cheek, and turned my face back towards his. "You understand now, precious?"

I simply shook my head yes, wiping tears from my eyes. 

"Good. I don't want to hurt you, Dawn. I just want to make you feel good. Now kiss me." 

I kissed him, fighting back the urge to cry. After a few seconds, he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled my head back, and slapped me across the other side of my face. 

"Kiss me. Kiss me like you did that night in my apartment. Kiss me like you want me." 

Left without any options, I tried to comply. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that Adam and I were in a different place, that he was a different person then the man I was seeing now. It must have satisfied him, because in a moment, he was back on top of me.

"Now, where were we before I had to explain the rules?" he said, smiling, and returned his mouth to my right breast, sucking on that nipple as he twisted and massaged my left one with his hand. I could feel that same arousal building again, as much as I didn't want it to. My hips were moving on their own against his stomach, and I was getting wet. He must have felt it, and moved his hand from my breast to my pussy. He ran his finger up and down my slit. After teasing me for a few moments, he found his way to my clit. He rubbed slowly at first, in small circles, but read the movements of my hips and got faster as I did. Just as I felt like I was ready to explode, he came to a screeching halt. I started to protest, but decided against it.

"Don't worry, precious, you're going to cum, but not quite yet. There's something you have to do for me first."

Adam stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. His arms, chest, and stomach were all well toned. He undid the button and zipper of his pants and freed his cock, erect and ready for attention. He walked over to the bed, reached down and grabbed me by my hair again, pulling my head towards him, letting me know what he wanted me to do. 

I closed my eyes and imagined again, a different time and place for me and Adam, because I was sure that any half-ass attempt on my part would end up with another slap across the face or worse. 

I leaned down and rubbed my face over his balls, then began licking all over them, taking each one in my mouth and sucking it while I took his cock between my thumb and my index finger and started stroking slowly from the base all the way up and back down again. When I could feel the precum dripping on to my fingers, I moved my mouth to the head of his cock and start sucking slowly up and down, taking more and more of him into my mouth each time I went down, still stroking it with my hand. 

"That's right, precious, let me feel your throat."

Adam was a well endowed man, not only long but thick, and I was having trouble taking him all the way in. I knew that I had to though, or there would be consequences. I pulled my mouth off of his cock, and licked around the head of it while I took a few deep breaths. Inhaling deeply, I brought my head forward and allowed him to push his cock as far into my throat as he could. Fighting the urge to gag, I moved my head up and down, allowing him to fuck my throat, while I played with his balls with one hand and dug my fingernails into his ass with the other. 

I could tell he was ready to cum, and I was looking forward to breathing again. But instead he stopped, tightened his grip on my hair and pulled his cock out of my throat. 

"That's enough, that was so good, precious," Adam said, rubbing my hair as I was taking in deep, ragged breaths and coughing. He leaned down and kissed me again. 

"Dawn, I can't hurt you anymore. I'll give you your cell phone; you can call for help now, if you promise you won't press charges against me." 

"I promise, Adam, just let me go." 

He kissed me one last time, pulled his clothes on, and walked in the other room. He returned with my phone, threw it on the bed, and walked out without saying a word. I waited a few minutes and dialed the number.

"What is your emergency?"

Good question.



Be Careful What You Wish For



I lay in bed for the 9th night in a row, not being able to sleep. I was so very lonely. It's hard to believe that on a world populated by millions of people, one person could feel as lonely as I do. Once again I closed my eyes, reaching out with my mind to anyone who could hear me. 

I had wished for someone, anyone to hear my cries. My mind crossing over mountains, clouds and continents before stopping and listening to someone else crying out in the night sky. Veril was standing on the side of a very large mountain, the cave he was in looked as if went back into the mountain a long way. He stood there looking out over the cliff, his mind reaching for someone, something. I stood there in my mind watching him, listening to his thoughts, thinking he didn't sense my presence at all I thought I could get closer. That was my first mistake. My second being getting close enough to be caught looking straight into his coal black eyes as he looked right at me. I wasn't sure how or if he saw me but it was enough to scare me right back to my body. 

I got up out of bed, my body covered in sweat, and I was shaking all over just thinking about that man. He was powerful in a physical sense as well as intimidating in stature. He must have stood 6'7 and had a thick mane of straight black hair that went all the way to his waist. His muscles bunching and flexing as he stood there on that cliff. My body reacted just thinking about how powerful he looked standing there. 

Who was he, I wondered? 

Once again another night had come and gone. Where would it end for him? . . . He had given up wondering centuries ago . . . It was just a day, like any other day, melding into so many damned years. "Damned" being the operative word. Veril had been stuck in a deep blue funk for the past one hundred years, ever since -. He viciously clamped down on the painful memories, but not quickly enough to prevent the tears from pooling in his eyes. He was one of the oldest of his kind, but all that meant was that he had lost more than most -too many friends, so many wives, and a string of lovers as long as the old testament, the list was never ending, and the idea of adding another name to that list was utterly abhorrent to think about doing.

He hadn't cared about his appearance in decades. He hardly ever left his mountain side cave. He rarely left to eat, but the occasional drunk did nothing for his appetite. He knew he had grown soft, weak and utterly smelly. But he didn't care, not until last night that is. Last night he felt her presence. He had no idea who she was or how she became to be standing beside him on his mountain, but here she had been, that is until he scared her away. But, he would find her again. Of that he had no doubt. For the first time in a very long time, he felt hungry. He felt the stirring of pleasure and he smiled. He would find her, but first he had to clean himself up. 

I tried to sleep but it just wasn't going to happen. As morning rolled around, I thought I might as well get up and do something. I got up, got dressed and went for a walk. I ended up at the coffee shop around the corner from my place. Of course the coffee shop would be open for insomniacs like me, more coffee, more caffeine, less sleep. It was a vicious cycle, but as I tasted my frothy drink I knew it was worth it. I looked up as the bell from the door dinged, someone walked in. I was sitting near the back, but the hairs on the back of my neck rose and a shiver went down my spine. I watched as the jean clad legs made their way to the back, where I was. When I had the presence of mind to finally look up, there he was. The man from the mountain.

He smiled and my mouth went dry. My eyes must have been very large as I stared at him. I must have stared at him for a few minutes and I blushed fire engine red and laughed nervously as he put out his hand and introduced himself. 

"My name is Veril, and I am very pleased to meet you, My Lady." His hand was still out and I put my small hand in his to shake, but to my surprise he took my hand brought it to his lips and kissed it. When Veril looked up at me and smiled I knew he had felt the shiver that had gone through my body at his touch.

When he straightened, meeting my eyes again, I barely articulated, "Mary, my name is Mary."

It took me a long moment to realize that he was standing there looking at me. Good God, did I not have any manners anymore? I shifted my position in the comfortable leather chair, then cleared my throat nervously. What was with me tonight? 

"Would you like to join me?" I waved at the empty chair across from me. 

"Yes, thank you. I very much would like to join you." He slid into the leather chair effortlessly, now sitting across from me he could see my hands shaking nervously, no doubt wondering how I had come to be on his mountaintop with him the night before. 

"Yes I am wondering how you came to be there." He said, after reading my mind.

The little gasp was all the sound I could make, my throat closed up, no other sounds came. "How did you..." was all I got out before he placed his hand over mine, stroking it with his own.

"I can hear your thoughts, just as you heard mine that night. But you are human and I am not." He told me.

"What do you mean you're not human?" I asked, not truly understanding. 

"Can we go somewhere else to talk more privately?" He asked me as his fingers stroked mine.

"Yes, we can go back to my place." I said as I stood up, his hand still in mine. 

When we got back to my place and as I went inside, he was still standing outside my door. I looked at him, he said, "You have to invite me in, but before you do I should tell you what you are inviting into your home." He sighed slightly then in a low voice said to me, "I am a Vampire."

"What do you mean, Vampire?" 

"Maybe this will make you understand." His face changed as he looked at me. 

"No, you can't possibly be a Vam...." I started to say as his face changed back too human.

"Now do you believe me?" He asked.

"I invite you into my home. You are welcome here." I simply said as I stepped back so he could enter. 

His quizzical look told me he didn't understand why I had just invited him into my home when I just found out what he was, why wasn't I screaming or scared? All I knew was that I wasn't. 

"I figured if you had wanted to hurt me, you've had plenty of chances, you didn't have to tell me what you were before I let you into my home, but you did and that says something for your character." I told him. 

He nodded as if he understood. In one swift motion he had me in his arms and was kissing me in a way I had never been kissed before. I was being kissed by a Vampire and I never wanted it to end. I must have known things would go this way when I asked him back to my place. 

"Yes, you know you did. I could hear your thoughts, your yearnings and they made me much too aroused to stop now." He said as he bent down to kiss me again. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, laying me down on my bed.

"Tell me to stop now if you have any doubts at all." He looked at me with his soulless eyes and I lost myself to his touch.

This is the place where I would make love to my vampire. A pale blue light flickered from outside, making his features seem all the more Eerie, his face alight with lust. He came to lie on top of me, I wrapped my legs around him and gave myself to him in a way I had never given myself to anyone before, nor would I ever again. I'd set him on fire. There was no place left on me left untouched by him. He couldn't stop if he'd had wanted to, which he didn't. I was going to be his for tonight and always. He nuzzled my neck, all the while I kept expecting to feel pain, but it never came. He would lick and nibble at my neck for what seemed like hours, I once felt a small stab of pain and tensed up, but he told me it was not more than a scratch. He lifted his head from my neck. His hands threading through my long dark hair as he looked into my eyes. 

"Are you all right?" He asked me. "I'm not scaring you am I?" His look of concern for me was overwhelming.

No, I'm not scared of you. I love you. I want to be with you for always. Don't stop what your doing, don't ever stop." I whispered to him.

He flipped me over effortlessly, driving his cock into me from behind. I cried out from the pain/pleasure of it, he was so large and hard that every thrust was shocking. His arms trembled on either side of my shoulders as he pushed me into the mattress, laying face down beneath him. I smiled and relaxed beneath him, totally understanding why he was shaking, he was about to make me his...totally. From the first time I had seen him on that mountain, I knew he was the one. His pupils were dilated, his fangs grew in length, his cock got even longer if that's possible. He caressed the side of my neck, I turned so he would have better access. His hands trailed down my shoulders and caressed my trembling body. He had tasted and licked every part of me, the heat of his mouth searing me, and now he would taste my essence. My very being, my life force. 

His thrusts got more and more savage, I heard him growling in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers to every part of me. His incisors lengthened even more, he was ready to take me, he ran his tongue over the razor sharp fangs, cutting his tongue in the process. That was it, he sank his fangs into my neck, feeding from me. Warm, salty blood filling his mouth, I screamed as an orgasm over took me. My body jerking wildly as the spasms unlike anything I had ever know over took my body.

Rising to meet his thrusts, all the while feeling the heat slipping slowly from my body as I changed from this life to the next. I knew the promise he made to me was real, and would last for all eternity. 

As I woke up the next night, things looked different to me. Brighter, fuller, better. I looked around and he was right there next to me.

"Good evening my love." He bent down and kissed me. 

"I could get used to waking up next to you forever." I laughed. Cause forever was what we had.

Veril smiled down at me, just as the pain hit me. I curled up into a ball and cried out. My insides feeling like they were tearing apart. Pain like no other I had ever felt tearing through me.

"Here." He said as he ripped his wrist open and shoved it toward my mouth. "Drink, baby you have to drink, it will make the pain go away, you're hungry." 

"Noooo." I pushed his hand away from me in disgust. Curling up tighter to try and make the pain in my lower body subside. 

"You will drink. I won't see you in pain!" Veril grabbed the back of my head, and mashed his bleeding wrist to my mouth, thick salty blood passed my lips. I tried to get away, I felt like I was being smothered. But all I could do was swallow the foul liquid as it filled my mouth. When he finally stopped and pulled his wrist away from me, I was enraged. I was in a bit of a temper. No, make that a full-fledged temper tantrum. I felt the anger build up inside of me, felt my incisors lengthen and grow. I felt more powerful than I ever had. My eyes filled with angry tears as I walked to where Veril was standing, licking his wound shut. 

"Don't you ever do that again! I refuse to feed from you or anyone else, get me blood from the blood banks, but I will never do that again. Do I make myself clear?" I stood there thinking he would say he was sorry, instead he grabbed me around my shoulders and shook me. 

"What do you know of being a Vampire? You think it is all a romantic fairy tale, that you wouldn't ever have to drink real blood? Blood bank blood? Are you serious? Do you think I would let my mate drink from anyone but myself? You will do as I say, Mary. For I will not allow anything else!" 

I shook myself free from his grasp, "What the hell do you mean you won't allow anything else?" I was in a temper and I knew I should back off but who did this bull of a man think he was anyway...my father?

"I have been a Vampire for a very long time, I know what's best and for now until you learn the ways of our people, you will do as I say. For your own good. Are we clear?" He was coming closer to me, I could see his fangs and knew he wanted me again, but I wasn't giving in that easily.

I backed up, ready to run but he stopped me before I could even make it to the door. "Where do you think you are going to go?" He said through clenched teeth.

"Away from you, I'll not be dominated this way, by you or anyone!" I yelled at him, my breasts heaving with every breath.

"You think this is being domineering? My dear, you haven't seen anything yet, I'll not have a spoiled brat for a mate, It's time you learn a few things." He said as he grabbed me and threw me face down on the bed. He went and sat on the small sofa. 

"Mary, come over here and stand in front of me." I looked toward the door and was ready to make a run for it. "You're already in enough trouble, my sweet, without adding 'running-away-from-me' to the list. Come here!" he said a bit more forcefully.

I slowly got up from the bed and went to put the sheet around me, "Don't cover yourself from me." I threw the sheet back on the bed and walked across the room and stood in front of him, crossing my hands over my chest mutinously.

"My dear, you are my mate, you are also a Vampire now. You need to act accordingly. That means respect me at all times, I am doing only what is in your best interest. You have to learn some respect for your mate. You yelled at me when I tried to show you what you needed to do. You were going to run away from me when things didn't go your way and that is nothing short of disrespectful, and I'm not going to let you get away with it...now or in the future. You need to learn that you will be punished if you do not do as you are told. You need a good spanking, and you are going to get a good spanking. Right here, and right now." 

"Veril... No!! I'm sorry!" I said immediately. Thinking that he wasn't serious, he wouldn't really spank me. Would he?

Veril grinned at me. "Gee, it's amazing what just the threat of a spanking will do. Wonder how much more sincere you will be when your pretty little ass is all red?" Veril asked rhetorically as he suddenly rose and grabbed my arm as I prepared to flee. "You aren't going anywhere, Mary, until I say so."

"No! Oh, no!! Veril, I'm not a child... You can't do this!" I pleaded and argued, but within seconds my strong Vampire had me over his lap, his hand resting on my bare ass cheeks. "Noooooooo!" I wailed when his hand landed a sharp smack to my left cheek.

Veril methodically spanked, making sure each and every swat left a stinging hand print on my wiggling bottom. He ignored my cries of pain, cussing, and finally my pleas that I wouldn't be disrespectful ever again. Only when I was sobbing, and lying quietly over his lap, did he decide I'd had enough. He turned me over, and held me, and let me cry. He said there wasn't going to be another episode like this one, he hoped having had to spank me this time would be enough. He rubbed my shoulders as he talked quietly to me, soothing me with his words. Veril kissed my neck, licking my earlobe. 

"You smell so sweet." He whispered to me. 

My heart was racing, my pussy was wet from the spanking I just got. I couldn't believe how aroused I got from him spanking me. I knew he smelled my arousal with his Vampire senses, for I could smell it myself. Veril picked me up in his arms and laid me face down on the bed. 

"Let me make your ass feel better." He said as he began to kiss my rosy ass cheeks. 

His hands were everywhere at once, kneading my globes in his hands, licking and sometimes nipping at my ass. He was breathing hard as he positioned himself behind me, rubbing his throbbing cock head all over my ass cheeks. His fingers gathering the juices from my oh so wet pussy and smearing it on my tiny rose bud. He slipped his cock over my ass, over and over again gently moving his cock head over my ass. The feelings he was arousing in me were driving me totally nuts. After a few minutes of this, his fingers found their way into my tight little ass. I was writhing on the bed trying to get more.

"Please now, fuck my ass Veril." I begged.

He didn't need any more encouragement. I felt the engorged tip of his cock sliding into my ass. It was a bit painful at first. He stopped so I could get used to the feeling of his cock in my ass then he would move in a little further. Soon my ass was filled with his hard cock. His fat cock plunged in and out of me so fast and hard that my tits slapped back and forth with each thrust. Veril grunted loudly as his cock began to pump his load into me. When I felt his heat filling me so deeply inside, it triggered another climax for me. 

As the sun came up over the mountains, we lay in each others arms and quietly fell asleep for the day. 



Be Careful What You Wish For



As I stepped out of the shower, I still could not believe what I was getting ready to do. I would have never even entertained the thought of posing for an erotic photo layout.

Night after night, Mike would tell me how beautiful my body was and how much he would love a personal album of sexy, hot pictures of his wife. I would always brush it off and tell him how ridiculous he was. I guess partly because I didn't believe he was serious and partly because I couldn't imagine my husband paging through an erotic album with his wife as the centerfold.

Two hours ago, he had quickly turned off the alarm clock before I heard it. Silently his fingers aroused my nipples and then his tongue gently licked each breast. His cock swelled against my thigh and his lips slid down my stomach. In my dreamlike state, I reached down and held my already wet pussy wide open. I was longing to feel his tongue eating my clit to an explosive orgasm. I came over and over filling his mouth with my juices. I pulled his face deep into my pussy. Realizing I was not dreaming, I begged him to fuck me with his huge cock. I felt his hands sliding up my thighs and spreading my legs open. As if to tease me, he held his cock in his hands and told me how good it was going to feel inside of me. Finally he drove his hot, throbbing cock into me. Thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke, until his cum filled me completely.

With a quiet, " Good Morning, Baby." he slipped out of bed. I watched as he hurriedly pulled on his work clothes. I love watching him dress in the shadows of light just peeking through the drapes. As he reaches for his keys and wallet, I know he is almost gone until the evening. 

Before disappearing out the door, he bends over me, kisses me softly, and whispers, " I would love pictures of you like this." As he walks away, I coyly remark, " Be careful what you wish for." Unsuspectingly he's on his way to his day and I'm off to mine.

 Now as the steam clears in the bathroom, my thoughts still linger over Mike's morning wake-up call. It was probably a good thing because without that preoccupation I may have called and cancelled this whole photo session.

 I knew it was now or never. Mike's birthday was only 2 weeks away and if I hesitate at all, I will not be able to give him the album for his gift.

 Hanging in front of me was the sheer black negligee that he had given me for my birthday. It was elegant but very seductive. I couldn't help but wonder if I had chosen the right outfit.

 The satin and silk slid over my body and fit every curve perfectly. A quick glimpse in the mirror and my doubts were gone. It had to be this gown.

 With perfect timing, the doorbell rang. Tossing on a robe I answered the door. The couple I had hired to do the pictures took me by surprise with their normalcy and professionalism. I'm not sure what I expected but was grateful for how comfortable they made me feel almost immediately.

 "I'm Ivy and this is my husband, Ken. Should we get started?" It shocked me to realize how easily I was leading two strangers into our bedroom. Ivy covered our bed in a sexy gold satin comforter and Ken set-up his equipment. Ivy came up behind me. I felt her breath on my neck as she helped me out of my robe.

 Taking me by the hand, she led me to the bed and I Playfully posed for Ken. After the first few camera snaps, I was much more at ease. I filled my mind with thoughts of Mike behind the camera. My inhibitions melted away and every shot became more provocative than the last. Through the flashes I caught sight of Ivy slowly stripping off her clothes. I watched as she reached from behind and rubbed Ken's crotch. Unzipping his pants, she pulled out his hard cock. "Seduce my husband." "Let me see how bad you want him." With excitement I found my hands groping between my legs. Fondling myself, and on the verge of orgasm, Ivy crawled between Ken's legs and began sucking his dripping cock. His moans of pleasure were intense as he continued to snap pictures of my climax.

" I bet your husband would love a few shots of you and Ivy together... Wouldn't he?" I was overwhelmed by his suggestion. Ivy took my silent response as an opportunity to give it a try. She crouched behind me and began massaging my neck and shoulders. I was struck instantly with a wave of calm relaxation. My head fell back on her chest and her slim fingers pulled the straps down my arms. My breasts fell out of my gown as it slid down around my waist. My nipples were hard and erect. Ivy cupped my breasts in her hands and told Ken to come over and suck them. 

Obediently, he knelt in front of me and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. His lips and tongue excited me. I felt his fingers penetrating my swollen pussy. " You are so wet", he said and teasingly coated my nipples with my own juices. The camera continued to flash as Ivy licked every drop from my breasts. In simple abandon I found myself in the ecstasy of the moment. Ivy whispered, " You want my husband's cock, don't you?" It all seemed so surreal as I heard the words coming out of my mouth, " Yes, please let me fuck your husband."

In an instant, Ivy was in front of us, and ordering Ken to fuck me. Guiding me back onto the satin and pillows my body surrendered to her touch. She spread my legs and again commanded Ken to fuck me. His cock plunged into my dripping pussy and I felt myself tighten around his erection. " Fuck her harder "she begged and without hesitation he drove his cock deeper and deeper into me. Feeling his cock on the verge of exploding, I grabbed his perfect ass and begged him to cum inside of me. Ivy moaned as she watched her husband wildly pound his cock in and out of my pussy. Soon she was straddled over my face and I was overcome with a shocking desire to taste her juices and feel her cum for me. Ivy told Ken how much she loved to watch his orgasm as he pleasured another woman. We climaxed together and collapsed in total satisfaction as the camera caught the last few passionate poses of the session. 

There was no awkwardness as we all returned to the normal routine of the day. Ken simply reassured me that my husband would love his birthday present and that I was free to choose which ever pictures I wanted to include for him. Ivy handed me her card, and playfully suggested that they would love to do a shoot with my husband and I together. Then they were gone.

I suddenly realized that several hours had passed and soon Mike would be home. I quickly dressed in my normal day at home clothes and tried to unravel in my mind what had possessed me to surrender to such a self-indulgent fantasy. How many of the photos should I share with Mike? I could always keep some of them in my own private album.

 I didn't even hear Mike come in. He snuck up behind me, hugged me, and as usual asked how my day had been. It always felt so good to feel his arms around me. "My day was great but dinner is late tonight." I explained, as I led him to our bedroom. As I tore off his clothes he smirked, and smugly remarked, "I wish dinner was late every night." As I Climbed onto his hard cock, I reminded him just as I had this morning, " Be careful what you wish for."



Be Careful What You Wish For



My name is Fiona and I used to be more or less normal. If you've read my previous story (The Dilemma) you'll know that because of a situation that I got myself into I was forced to leave a stable life with my boyfriend because I basically handed him on a plate to my best friend Sonia who secretly adored him. I've asked her to write her story of that entire weekend and she says she will do very soon. Boy is it dirty. 

Anyway, I was left all alone with my addiction for drinking and bathing in cum and no permanent cock to supply me. So instead I had to start looking elsewhere to get my drug and the truth is it went very well for a while. I would meet a guy I liked maybe in an elevator or in a bus or train who seemed to be receptive and I would make my skirt lift up enough to give him a glimpse of my soaking wet bald pussy (I haven't worn any panties for a long time). And 9 times out of 10 they would introduce themselves to me nervously and with an erection. We would then just talk about nothing much, in between short views between my legs, until I saw that they were about to explode and I would finally ask them nicely to cum in my mouth, which they promptly did. Most of them would then ask for telephone numbers and the typical "Do you want to have dinner tonight." And I would tell them no thanks. I had other cocks to drain... oops; Sorry, I mean other plans for dinner.

But one day I did something very silly and this is where things got a little complicated...

You see, as I type this I am nude from the waist down. I don't like to show off my body so much as I like to show off my pussy. And I'll explain why.

People sometimes ask me if I wouldn't have been happier had I been born with a penis. That way I could drink cum any time I want. And yes, sometimes I think that I would like to have that luxury. I sometimes envy you guys. All that sperm on tap 24/7, mmmmm.

But no, I love my pussy more because it means that I can basically have any cock that I want and usually when I want it. Men are so cool that way. I show them my wet pussy and without having to ask, they offer me their creamy cocks (and sometimes their tongues, which is cute of them). If women opened their legs whenever a man takes out his dick, there wouldn't be any wars. A lot less stress and virtually no frustration. What a wonderful world that would be.

But in this reality that we live in where women pretend to be frigid and decent and men have to put up with it and pretend to be OO7 to get laid, we are bound by the basic principals of nature.

Males have two states of consciousness. Either they are intelligent and coldly analytical or they are passionate and emotionally retarded. There can be different levels from man to man but not really on any separate individual. When they are in analytical mode their minds can be brilliant and inventive, and a huge benefit for society. When they are emotional and passionate they are usually totally useless apart from maybe breeding purposes. 

The time cycles between these two states are governed by the amount of sperm they produce and their mental discipline. But mental discipline is not something generic to the species and only a handful of specimens have it or achieve it. Speaking bluntly, when their balls fill up they become unstable and when they are emptied they return to the world of clear thinking. Irrational behaviour is not usually a common trait unless the male hasn't dipped his wick in hot wet cunt wax for a while. This amount of time varies from one individual to another and can be anything from 2 days to 2 weeks.

Question: How can we trust these sex driven animals to govern a stable society? 

Truthful answer: Prostitutes.

The common belief that masturbation is an effective substitute for sex is incorrect. A hand job can and will return a stricken subject to a temporary state of mental stability but it is very short lived. It works well, for example, when trying to get the guy to sleep after a stressful day. But for a long term solution (IE: several days), it is necessary to let the specimen fuck a bitch's cunt out good and proper or to cum down a sluts throat until he feels that the only woman necessary in his life is his mother. This is due in no small part to an ancient instinct of dominance. Although a male always ejaculates physically, he also needs to ejaculate mentally to become docile. This mental ejaculation is only achieved when coupling with the female of the species and is enhanced if the female screams loudly (not necessarily in pain although it helps) while she is being properly slam fucked by the male. Masturbation will never achieve this high level of brain fuck.

This, at least, was my argument late one evening in a tiny little bar in London where I stupidly went to find my next dose of sperm. The problem was that there were only seven people there and I was the only girl. And I was wearing a short red dress, black leather boots and as always, no underwear.

I could tell straight away that they were getting aroused by my point of view. The 6 guys including the owner of the bar listened intently to my opinion and commented on how true it was except for one man who stood at the bar quietly and said absolutely nothing. He didn't even look interested. When I looked at the time and said that I had to leave, things got a little out of control. In all that time I hadn't realised that it was so late, the bar had closed its doors and the men had been drinking non stop. Obviously they were friends of the owner.

One guy offered me money to "give him a little show and see what I had in between those lovely long legs." Another laughed "fuck that, lets let the girl drain our balls dry... I'm feeling emotional and unstable right now and in need of clarity of mind." But the third guy to speak, the one who had kept quite during the whole evening's conversation was the worst. He came over to me with a sly smile on his face and said "If you didn't come here to get fucked why aren't you wearing any underwear you fucking slut." He reached down and lifted my dress up violently so that his friends could see my moist snatch. I heard cheers from the small crowd and then felt an intense pain in my ribs as he tore the dress completely off of me. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me onto one of the bar tables. I was completely naked apart from my black leather boots, and it all happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react. 

The next thing I felt was my legs being parted violently and something penetrate my virgina forcefully. Looking down with tears gushing down my face I saw the guy who attacked me thrusting the biggest cock I had ever seen in real life into my pussy and pumping it like he was working out in a gym. It hurt so much that I couldn't stop crying. Surrounding me were two guys holding me down while the others dropped their trousers and held their dicks in their hands, probably awaiting their turn at fucking me. I couldn't see because of my own tears but I felt something big being forced into my mouth and then hot sticky liquid punch the back of my throat. I was choking and had to swallow fast to stop myself from drowning. Someone hadn't had sex in a long time and had cum very quickly indeed. The other guys laughed loudly at him for not lasting. But I didn't laugh. I wasn't laughing at all. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I had lost control of the situation that I had stupidly put myself in. I had always used my body to control men and tonight I was being controlled by them. They had ganged up on me and there was no way out.

Another cock was thrust into my mouth and was spurting hot cum, a lot of hot cum. It didn't seem to stop. It filled my mouth and started dripping over my cheeks. I swallowed hard.

"You see!" barked the guy. "She loves it."

The bastard fucking me suddenly shrieked and his balls exploded its seed deep into my womb. He took his cock out of me but the break was short lived. Another cock took its place inside my cunt within seconds and was thrusting in and out. I could feel cum gushing out and rolling down my anus while I was being nailed. This new cock didn't take long to explode and, after digging itself deeper inside me, it also hosed my insides down with its sperm. One guy hadn't lasted past his own hand job and came on my tits and stomach. 

Cock after cock was being introduced into my mouth time after time. I swallowed and swallowed for fear of drowning but it never seemed to stop. If it wasn't for the fact that it was totally out of control, I would have concentrated on the taste and savoured the moment. But if was too much. They took turns fucking me and filling me with cum. Mouth, pussy. I hoped to god they would leave my ass alone. I have never taken anything in there and I knew it would hurt a lot if they drilled my ass hole. Thankfully they didn't. It seemed like an eternity in hell. My best dream became a living nightmare. I had swallowed huge amounts of cum, my pussy was full to the brim of cum and I had cum all over my entire body and face. Six cocks had relieved themselves inside me many times over. I didn't know what would happen to me. 

I think I passed out at some stage as everything went quiet and dark. I was lost inside my own subconscious. I had visions of my life with my family, of Sonia, my ex-boyfriend Tony. God I so needed him now, I suddenly missed him so much as tear after tear rolled down my face. Why did I let myself get into this mess? I was all alone, god knows where, I felt so cold, very cold.

I slowly opened my eyes; everything was very dark apart from a single light above me. I tried to focus on it. I looked down at my body, I was naked and my skin felt very tight. I could hear voices approaching then moving away. I tried to hide, to look for the dark where I felt safer. I didn't know where I was and I couldn't figure out how to figure anything out. My mind was shut down and I couldn't remember who I was or where I was. Everything went dark again....

... I woke up with a start. With my eyes wide open I scanned the alleyway. It was still dark and quiet. I tried to stand up and felt every muscle in my body ache. I was totally nude and wore only my boots. I started to remember things, voices, sensations, images. I started to remember where I was and what had happened. I still had the taste of sperm in my mouth, my pussy felt raw my skin dry and then it all came to me at once. OH MY GOD, they had thrown me into an alleyway with the rest of the rubbish, "The BASTARDS." I cried. I looked around for something to cover myself with and found an old dirty table cloth in one of the garbage bins and my handbag lying on the floor. I picked it up and rapped the cloth around me and slowly stumbled out into the street. Realizing where I was and that my house was only a few minutes away I ran and ran and didn't stop until I reached my front door. Searching in my bag I found my keys and entered my house. My lovely warm and safe house. 

My purse was still in my bag and I feared the worse. I opened it expecting it to be empty. To my surprise I found 300 pounds that were not mine. I realized that the sons of bitches had paid me like a whore. That's all I was to them, a fucking whore. It is at that point that I felt angry. Yes, I know that I had provoked them, that I had willingly entered that bar for the purpose of drinking some cum, it was my entire fault and I knew that, but something wasn't right in the way that they had violated my freedom to do that. I would have willingly and lovingly fucked them all, sucked all their cocks dry, for free. Why the violence? For all my short comings I certainly didn't deserve that sort of treatment. I admit that I'm a slut, a total slut in fact, but not a whore. I don't do it for money. Money degrades it all. To hell with the money, I don't need the money. This isn't necessity, its pleasure.

I went upstairs to the bathroom and filled up the bathtub with steaming hot water with all the bath salts I could find and dipped inside. It felt so good. The warm water cleansed my skin of dry sperm and soothed my raw cunt lips. I dozed off and dreamt of ways to teach those men a lesson in manners. Especially the one who attacked me and tore my dress into shreds. I wasn't after revenge, no, not revenge. Just education, I was going to teach them something very important and I had the tool most important for the job. My wet pussy.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Be Careful What You Wish For



"Hey sweetie," Lexy greeted her husband, Thomas, at the door with a gentle kiss. 

He looked her up and down and rolled his eyes. Dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, Lexy looked as plain as ever. 

"What was that look for?" Lexy asked. 

"Nothing," Thomas grumbled. "I forgot to make the car payment this month. Put this in the bank tomorrow and pay the bill," He said, handing her a white bank envelope containing the $275 for their car note. 

"Ok. Are you hungry? I made dinner for you, sweetie, your favorite!" Lexy smiled. 

"I'm not hungry. I grabbed a bite on the way home from work." Thomas replied icily. 

"But I spent an hour making your favorite dish!" Lexy complained. 

"So?" Thomas shrugged, indifferent to her feelings. 

Lexy pouted. "What's wrong with you today?" 

"What's wrong? This is what's wrong!" He pointed at her outfit. 

"My clothes?" Lexy said, confused. 

"Couldn't you at least try to be sexy once in a while? If I wanted to spend my life with someone this boring I would've married a nun!" Thomas scolded her. 

"Nuns don't get married, they're married to God," Lexy sarcastically corrected him. 

"That's not the point! You wanna know what I think about all day? I think about fucking other women, because my wife is so plain and boring that she can't even excite my imagination anymore!" Thomas coldly admitted. 

"So what are you saying? You expect me to act like some kind of slut like all of your ex-girlfriends!?" Lexy said, getting angry. 

"Well it couldn't hurt! At least with them there was some excitement!" Thomas argued. 

"So that's the kind of woman you want to be married too, a slut? I don't even believe you just said that to me!" Lexy fumed. 

"Believe it," Thomas continued being a prick. 

"You should be careful what you wish for, sweetie. Cause I'm like the genie in the lamp, I might make that wish come true," Lexy warned. 

"Well, hey, something has got to change around here, Lexy. Simple as that," Thomas stated plainly. 

Lexy paused for a second, then smiled devilishly. "You might be right, sweetie, things should change around here." 

And on that note, she began to methodically remove her clothes, right there in front of the door. First she pulled off her T-shirt, tossing it at a speechless Thomas who caught it reflexively. Next she slid off her jeans, folded them neatly and placed them in his arms. Off came her bra, which draped over his shoulder, exposing her 34b tits. Finally, she slid off her panties and hung them around his neck; her black pussy was bald. 

"W…wha…what are you doing?" Thomas stuttered, stunned, staring in awe of her flawless, chocolate, naked body. 

"Giving you the excitement that you are SO deprived of," Lexy said coyly. "Go put my clothes in the bedroom and meet me in the shower." 

Thomas quickly checked his pulse to make sure he hadn't died and gone to heaven. Thump thump thump thump , yep, his heart was beating so hard he thought it might pop out of his chest, he was indeed still amongst the living which meant that this was really happening! 

Thomas hurried to the bedroom and set Lexy's things on the bed, then got out of his own clothes in record breaking time before scurrying into the bathroom. 

There was his goddess, Lexy, in all of her naked glory. The warm drops of water spewing from the showerhead danced across her soft chocolate skin. The curves of her perfect proportions were like mythical sirens singing a song of seduction that no man could steer his ship away from. Thomas had forgotten how truly captivating she was. 

He put down the lid to the toilet and took a seat as he watched her seductively soap up her body, playfully squeezing her breasts, suggestively washing between her thighs, her effortless sexiness oozing out of every pore. Lexy turned her back to him and bent over slowly to soap up her long silky legs, giving him full view of her lustful treasures that awaited him.

"How's this for excitement?" Lexy asked her awestruck admirer. 

"Baby you are so unbelievably sexy it hurts," Thomas said, absently stroking himself, with no power what-so-ever to hide his thirst for her. 

"How about a little help with my back?" Lexy asked, offering him the soap. 

Without a second of hesitation he began to wash her back, savoring the feel of her of her soft skin at his finger tips. He couldn't resist sliding his hands down to her ass, the most perfect one that had ever rolled off gods assembly line, and giving it a firm squeeze. 

"Find something you like?" Lexy asked, smiling as she suggestively arched her back pushing her hump back at him. 

"Found something I love," Thomas said, kneeling down to kiss it hungrily. 

"Save that for later," Lexy said, pulling away from him. "Your turn." 

Thomas handed her a towel as she stepped out of the water and he stepped in. Lexy took the soap and began to carefully wash his cock and balls, stroking him to rock like hardness in the process. 

"Am I being slutty enough for you yet?" Lexy whispered in his ear. 

"I never said you had to be a slut," Thomas recanted. 

"Yes you did, that's exactly what you said. So you want a dirty girl or not?" 

"Yes," He said, barely audible. 

"I wonder what a dirty girl would do with this," Lexy mused, rubbing his cock. 

"What would she do with it?" Thomas asked thirstily. 

"We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" Lexy said teasingly, releasing his erection and closing the shower curtain. "Finish washing yourself up, I'll be waiting in the bedroom." 

Thomas finished washing his body with reckless speed. He couldn't wait to ravage Lexy's body. Drying off and stepping out of the shower with is towel wrapped around him, he went to the bedroom door and knocked. Lexy called from within and told him to wait a moment, she wasn't ready for him yet. He stood there in the hallway, anxiously, waiting, burning, wanting…finally she called for him to come in. 

He opened the door and was immediately stricken by the same awe that had overcome him when he'd seen her naked in the shower. Lexy had put on some lingerie and now looked as sexy and tempting as he had ever seen her. Her sexy thigh-high stockings covered more of her flesh than did the skimpy little thong and bikini top she had on. His first instinct was to rip everything but her stockings off, throw her on the bed and devour her, but he was frozen by his lust. 

"You like how your dirty girl dressed up for you, sweetie?" Lexy said, slowly running her hands from her tits down to her thighs. 

"Oh yeah," Thomas could hardly contain himself. 

"Sit down on the bed," Lexy instructed him, snatching his towel off as he walked passed her, never taking his eyes off her. 

Her hips began to wind as Lexy began doing a seductive dance for him to the quiet music playing in the background. Thomas said not a word as he watched her remove her top, craving her sweet chocolate tits in his mouth. As if she could read his mind, she leaned over and rubbed them against his face, caressing his lips with her nipples. He reached around and squeezed her soft, firm ass, as he began to lick and suck on the tasty treats he'd been offered. 

"I know what you really want from your dirty girl," Lexy said as she gracefully swung herself around and swayed her caboose from side to side in front of his face. Placing her fingers inside the elastic waistband of her thong, she leaned over and pulled it slowly down to her ankles, stepped out of it, leaving on only her stockings, then backed it up near his face. "Do what you want with it, sweetie, after all a naughty slut like me has no limits." 

Thomas didn't need to be told twice. He gave her butt a firm smack, then rubbed it out, squeezing her perfect, plump cheeks as he began to kiss and lick ever deeper into the crevice, finally finding her tight rosebud with his tongue and swirling circles around it. "That's it, lick my ass sweetie, your dirty girl likes that," Lexy purred, pushing her ass back against his hungry mouth until he finally fell backwards onto the bed. 

Lexy turned around and crawled on top of him, grinding her pretty shaved pussy against his leg as she kissed him from his stomach up to his neck, then finally, his lips, kissing him passionately as his hands roamed the wonderland that was her body. 

"Are you ready to find out what a dirty slut likes to do with a hard cock?" Lexy asked pointedly, reaching behind herself to rub his dick. 

"I couldn't possibly be more ready," Thomas panted. 

Lexy slithered down his body, positioning herself in between his legs as she began to lick his cock and balls, teasing them with her tongue and long finger nails. "Excited yet?" Lexy said, still being a smart ass about what he'd said to her earlier. 

"Fuck, baby, will you please just shut up and suck my cock!?" Tony whined. 

"Shut up and suck your cock?" Lexy scowled at him, raising a sinister eyebrow. "Real nice. Yes, I'll shut up and suck your cock now. A good slut always does what she's told. Remember that, Thomas, remember that." 

"Good girl," Thomas said arrogantly. 

Lexy wrapped her lips around his wood and devoured him, sucking his dick like she never had before. Thomas was blown away, he thought she might be trying to earn a medal for her efforts. She'd never shown so much enthusiasm for sucking his cock before. He loved her newly found naughty persona. 

"Damn, you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth, you dirty girl," Tony savored both the power and pleasure he felt. 

Looking up at him as she sucked, Lexi thought to herself; Enjoy it while it lasts you ungrateful son-of-a-bitch! Who did he think he was treating her like a cheap whore!? But oh yes, she would play along today. She'd be his naughty little slut, she'd let him think it possible that she could be his everlasting porno fantasy. This was a game to him, but she enjoyed games too, and she was far better at playing them. 

She wanted him to enjoy this moment like he had never enjoyed anything before, that way, it would hurt him all the more when it was taken away from him. Today he would have his day, his fantasy, his manhood, he'd feel strong, powerful, and important, as he was given every pleasure she had to offer him. But tomorrow was another day. Thomas could not have known that today would be the last time he would ever have the pleasure of putting his cock in her mouth, and she took great pleasure in knowing this. 

Lexy decided that if she was going to continue this charade, he ought to be giving her some pleasure in return. Without a word she climbed on top of him, spun around and lowered her pussy against his face as she resumed giving him her expert blowjob. 

Thomas was all too happy to feel her soft shaven love nest against his lips. Even as her mouth provided him insurmountable pleasure, he longed to taste her beautiful sweet pussy. As he licked away greedily at her savory juice, he fought hard to keep from reaching a climax. He was enjoying this too much, he'd waited too long for this, he had too make it last. 

Suddenly Lexy stopped sucking and sat up. Fuck it, her mouth was getting tired and she decided it was her turn to get some pleasure. She turned around again and lowered her pussy onto his mouth, grinding against his face as he licked her hole and sucked her clit. Thomas didn't complain, he was getting all most as much satisfaction from her sweet taste as he had from her mouth. 

"I want you to fuck me now," Lexy purred. "I want you to fuck me hard!" 

She raised herself off of him and laid on her back, her stocking-clad legs spread wide for him. What a beautiful sight, Thomas thought. Not a more perfect woman in the world, and she was his for the taking. But he still hungered for her hot juicy hole, so he dove in face first and continued to suck her pussy until she once again begged him to fuck her. 

He sat up and on went the rubber, "Fuck me good, Thomas. Pound me like a dirty little slut!" Lexy played up his fantasy oh to well, and Thomas could not refuse. 

He slid into her wetness and began to hammer her pussy mercilessly. All the while she encouraged him, telling him how much she loved his cock, and how badly she needed it. She was an excellent liar. She asked him if he liked fucking his sluts wet pussy, she knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He could only respond that he loved it. She swung her foot in front of his face and rubbed it against his lips, her pretty toes curling inside his mouth he began to suck them as he fucked her. So many times he thought he might burst from this sensory overload of debauchery, he had to slow down. 

"Turn over for me so I can see that beautiful ass while I pound you," Thomas insisted. 

"Mmmmm ok sweetie, whatever you want, it's all yours," Lexy said, standing up and leaning over her massage table, "Fuck me good baby, I want it bad!" She continued to act the part of a willing wife. 

Thomas slid into her from her behind, gripping her ass firmly as he started to thrust. Lexy said she was bad girl and told him to spank her while he fucked her. How could Thomas resist? He loved to play with her perfect ass in any way he could imagine. Then he got a better idea. 

"I wanna fuck you in your pretty ass!" He panted as he pounded her. 

"Nah uh," Lexy declined. Had he lost his mind? 

"A good slut always does what she's told," Thomas reminded her of her earlier statement. 

Lexy smiled, she knew how to outsmart him. "Ok baby, you can fuck my ass. But first you have to make my pussy cum!" 

"That's what I'm talking about!" Thomas began to pump harder. 

Lexy had no intention of letting him have her ass, she knew she could make him cum before he ever had the chance. And once he had cum, that was it for him. 

"Come on baby, hurry, I want your cock in my ass so bad! I need my ass fucked hard. I want you to shove it in there and make it hurt! You have to pound my ass like the dirty slut I am!" Lexy gassed him up. 

"And then I'll pull it out and cum all over your pretty face!" Thomas added, pumping furiously, wishing she would cum so he could venture into uncharted territory. 

"Yes baby. Pound my dirty ass and then shoot it all over my face!" Lexy encouraged him. 

Lexy kept the dirty talk coming, and coupled with the site of her flawless ass bouncing against him with every stroke, it sent him over the top and he was shaking like he'd had a seizure with the most intense orgasm he'd ever had in his life. 

"Fuck!" He shouted, collapsing back on the bed, thinking he'd missed a golden opportunity. Oh well, he'd have her ass next time, or so he thought. 

Lexy crawled on to the bed beside him and cuddled closely to him, happy it was over. "Was that sexy enough for you?" She asked. 

"Oh yeah," He readily agreed. 

"Dirty enough for you?" 

"For sure." 

"Exciting!?" She said with an undeniable tone of sarcasm mixed with bitterness. 

"Yes, it was the best sex I've ever had!" Thomas gushed. 

"Good, cause it's the last time you'll ever have me like that," Lexy said plainly as she leaned over and gave him another passionate tongue kiss. 

"What did you say?" Thomas asked when their lips finally parted. 

"And your last kiss," She added. 

Thomas smiled, "Whatever," He thought either she was joking or he'd heard her wrong. "Well I have to take a shower and then run, I've got plans. Want to join me?" He held out his hand. 

Lexy smiled, his blissful fantasy was almost over now and he didn't even know it. "Take these off for me." She instructed him, raising her leg. 

As he obeyed her wish and carefully removed the stockings from her legs, she couldn't help but smile, relishing how much she was going to enjoy ordering him to do what she pleased from now on. 

She took him by the hand and led him to the shower. He stood there as if she was supposed to do something. "Well? Turn it on already!" Lexy said in a bitchy tone. 

Thomas looked at her, confused at first by the sudden change in demeanor. "Ok, baby. No problem," He leaned over and turned the water on, adjusting the temperature then suddenly felt a hard smack on his ass. 

"Good boy," She said with a naughty grin. 

Thomas looked at her sideways. What the hell was that about? He wondered.

They stepped into the shower together, Thomas rubbing his sore butt cheek. Lexy grinned. She knew she was still supposed to be playing the good, subservient, anything-to-please Thomas role for just a little while longer, but she just couldn't help herself. She wanted to give him a small taste of what he had coming to him from now on. 

Lexy grabbed the soap. "It's time for your dirty girl to get all cleaned up now," She said easily, then changed her tone to a more demanding one. "Wash me," She demanded, shoving the soap in his hand. 

"Sure baby," Thomas said apprehensively. He thought she was supposed to be doing that for him, but he figured his turn was next, why not. He washed her chest and stomach first, kissing her breasts as he did. 

"Don't kiss them, just wash them," Lexy said coldly. 

Thomas looked at her, puzzled. "Ok, I'm in kind of a hurry myself," He blew her sudden bitchiness off, and continued down with the soapy sponge, washing her beloved pussy, before telling her to turn around so he could get her back. 

"Don't tell me to turn around. Say please," Lexy commanded. 

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Please?" 

"And don't roll your fucking eyes at me," Lexy grumbled as she turned around, hiding her smile. He was obeying so well, this was going to be easier than she thought! 

Thomas washed her back, and purposely spent a few extra moments washing that perfect ass he loved so much. Lexy turned around and instructed, "Now my legs and my feet." 

Thomas kneeled down and began scrubbing her legs and thighs, down to her calves, then her feet. He washed one foot, and then as he was washing the other, he felt her put the other foot firmly on his back. 

Thomas looked up at her, "Um, you wanna let me up now?" 

"No," Lexy smiled, "I like you down there." 

She looked down at him smiling, that's where he belonged, on his knees. He had no idea how lucky he was just to have had that short hour of pleasure she'd given him. For whatever small shred of this man was actually worthy of her as a wife, he had been more than rewarded. Now she felt she had no obligations but to please herself. 

Everything had been perfectly fine, she'd been a good wife to him, but it just wasn't enough. He had to come home complaining, the nerve of him to have said she wasn't sexy! Now he knew just how sexy she could be, only he would never be able to indulge in it as he would have if he'd been a good and grateful husband. Talking about how things had to change around here, she chuckled to herself, things were going to change alright, just now how he thought they would! The bastard, degrading her like that and telling her to act like a slut, she took immense pleasure in knowing the many ways she would be paying him back for that. 

"Kiss my feet," Lexy demanded. 

Thomas wasn't sure what was going on, he guessed that maybe she was still horny and wanted to play some more, so he decided he'd play along, just for a little while. He did as instructed and kissed one foot, then the other as she let it off his back. He began to rise again and Lexy put her hand on top of his head and pushed him back down. 

"I didn't tell you to come up yet," She said. "You're not done with my feet." 

"Ok, honey," Thomas replied, returning to kissing her feet. 

"Don't just kiss them! Lick them, suck on them, worship them!" Lexy said sternly. 

Thomas didn't know what kind of game this was, her acting all athoritive, but she did have some pretty feet. He kissed and licked her feet and toes, passionately. Then she raised one foot up at a time and pushed it in his mouth, forcing him to suck her toes, telling him what a good job he was doing cleaning her with is mouth, calling him her little toe sucker. 




Be Careful What You Wish For



Amusing, he thought. 

"Now my legs," Lexy ordered. 

Thomas begun with her calves, working them over with his mouth, then her knees. And as he slowly worked up to her thighs, Lexy decided to show him exactly what he deserved for his efforts and obedience by pissing all over his head and back while he licked her thigh. 

Thomas didn't move a muscle, stunned, he looked up at her when she was finished. "Was that what I think it was?" 

"Better learn to love it," Lexy informed him. She parted her lower lips with her fingers and gave him another command, "Lick it." 

"You want me to…" 

"Lick me where I pee. Clean me," Lexy said without flinching as she pushed his face where it belonged. 

Thomas was utterly shocked now but did as told anyway, for reasons he didn't even know. 

When satisfied he'd done his job, she gave him a good slap in the face. "You should thank me now." 

"Thank you?" Thomas posed it as a question rather than a sign of gratitude. 

"You're welcome, bitch," Lexy said coldly as she stepped out of the shower. 

What the hell had gotten into her? They'd just had great sex, and he was sure she'd loved every minute of, what could be going on in that crazy head of hers? There was no time to ponder it, he had to get going. He finished washing up and then went into the bedroom to get dressed. Lexy stood there watching him the whole time, wrapped in a towel. 

"That was great sex, honey," Thomas commented, as he began to walk to the door with Lexy following him. "I'm glad we had that little talk when I got home." 

"Oh, so am I" Lexy said. Now I know what an ungrateful prick you are and how you deserve to be treated, she thought to herself. 

As Thomas got the door, Lexy grabbed his arm and told him to turn around. As he did, she dropped her towel to the floor, revealing her naked body to him once more. 

"Do you have any idea how lucky you are?" She asked, doing a slow spin to show off all her assets. 

"You are beautiful,' Thomas said honestly. "And sexy as hell." 

"Tell me something I don't know," Lexy said. 

"See you later hun, I have to run," Thomas said, leaning in to kiss her goodbye. 

Lexy put a cease and desist hand in front of her lips, stopping him cold. "I don't think so. If you want to kiss something, kiss this," She said, turning around and spreading her cheeks. 

Thomas hesitated. 

"Go on. Get on your knees and kiss my asshole." 

Again Thomas obeyed without quite knowing why. He kneeled, leaned in and planted a kiss on her hole, she reached behind herself and held his face there. "I want to feel tongue, bitch. Kiss my ass the way you wish you could kiss my lips!" 

Smothering him with her ass, and holding his head firmly, Thomas French kissed her sphincter until she felt content to release him. 

"From now on when you want to kiss me, that's where you put it," Lexy informed him. 

"Yeah…um…..right," Thomas reluctantly agreed, wanting to get away from this sudden weirdness that had come over his wife. 

"Go away now," Lexy shoed him. 

"See you later," Thomas said awkwardly as he went out the door. 

"Yeah you will," Lexy said as the door closed. "I got plans for you bitch! I'll show you who's the slut!" 

...To be continued...



Be Careful What You Wish For



Had we known it would have ended up like this, would we have still gone? Probably not. We wouldn't have been horny enough to think it would be fun. We would have thought about things too sensibly. We probably would have decided to just do something else kinky. I would have missed a chance to see my girlfriend completely used in the dark hallways surrounding the gloryholes behind a porn store.

- 4 hours earlier -

Amber was excited. She was always excited when we were about to try something new and this particular fantasy we had talked about, in the heat of passion and casually, on numerous occasions. We had had 3somes of both varieties, rape role-play and prostitution role-play, bondage, exhibitionism on webcam... The list could go on. But as of yet we had not fulfilled a number of fantasies. She loved double penetration during our previous 3some experiences and wanted more - she wished for a gangbang and she often texted me at work with hot photos of her wet pussy explaining to me that it got that way because she spent the morning fantasizing about 4 or 5 big men using her like she was a whore. But today wasn't about that, this was about our gloryhole fantasy. 

We both agreed that Friday would be a good day. We figured on a Friday, if you were to go early enough, it wouldn't be all that busy. This way I could get a booth next to her and she could suck on my cock through that hole while some pervert watched her through the adjacent hole. "Maybe," she said as she pulled on her stockings, "Maybe, I will suck someone else off while you watch after I'm done with you." She threw me one of those mischievous smiles that told me she was telling the truth and that she was planning something - I certainly hoped she was.

She was finally ready. "What do you think?" She asked. She stood up to show off and actually, she was dressed as if she were going to some modern indie party. She had dark pattern stockings on covering her long legs, a pair of black shorts on top with a thin leather belt, a plain white top with thin straps hanging over her shoulders and a mid-length, lace material shirt on top. Being mulatto she had slightly larger than average hips with an amazing ass, strong, slender legs (made to look longer with those brown leather boots she was wearing that had a 2" heel) and C cup tits. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and I would bet she wasn't wearing panties either. "Make me look at you any longer and I'll just fuck you here" I finally replied. We decided it was time to leave.

At just after 8:00 we arrived at the porn store, its big neon sign in front shining 'Peep Shows - $0.25'. I had read online that these peep shows were the gloryhole booths. As we expected there was no one in the store other than us and the woman at the desk. I didn't want to look dumb or waste any time thinking too much. We were both a bit nervous, albeit very excited, so I simply approached the desk and said, "Hey, how's it going? Can I get $5.00 worth of coins for the back, please?" As I had hoped, it went smoothly. She handed me the coins fistful of coins. As we began walking she called to us: "Oh! Just one thing... The volume is kind of funny on some of the screens." Amber and I both shrugged and as we were about to continue in the girl simply said, "Have fun" with an evil smile.

The halls were so dark at first we actually couldn't see a thing. We slowly walked down the hall to where it branched in 2 other directions. This place was way bigger than we had thought! We continued going straight to where there were 6 booths: 3 on our left and 3 on our right. We could hear loud moans and screams coming from a booth somewhere in the darkness, "Must be that broken machine" I joked. Amber had already found her box. On one of them, in glow in the dark letters it read 'BITCH BOX'. She smiled to me, "This one must be for me!" I could hear her giggle softly. "Take the box on my left!" 

As she turned to enter the booth her purse knocked some coins from my hands. Not realizing what she had done I heard the sound of her door closing and locking without helping me and I fumbled for them in the darkness. The sound of that porn in the background was making me hard already, the smell of sex in the air, the darkness, knowing what was coming. I heard another door close and lock. I couldn't wait any longer, fuck the coins. I stood up and found the handle to the door on Amber's left. One problem, it was locked from the inside. As I made my way to the booth on her right I could hear porn at full volume blasting from what should have been 'My booth'. I entered the small dark booth, closed and locked the door and got familiar with it for a moment. I couldn't find any gloryholes though! I needed light. So I put all the coins in the machine and the screen lit up - Ah! Perfect! My speakers blasted also. 2 men fucked on my screen and all I could hear was their moans and dirty talk. I changed the channel: 3 men. Fuck! I changed the channel again. An old porn movie of a woman giving a slow, sensual blowjob. I should have stopped there but it was so boring. I spent 45 seconds flicking through the channels until I found something nasty: A woman getting fucked by at least 5 men. All I could hear were the men talking amongst each other about what a whore she was and telling others to move over because they wanted a turn. The woman's screams were muffled by the cock in her throat.

I leaned down to my hole to look over at Amber. Her booth had a very dim light inside but just enough to see her. I noticed hers had no screen. It was the same size as my booth but it was just 3 walls. She was standing and facing me but not looking at my hole. She was looking behind her at the eyeball dark eyeball spying on her from the other hole. She slowly bent over and removed her shorts to reveal her lack of panties and thigh high stockings. While bent over, she took a wider stance, put her hand between her legs over her pussy and looked into the stranger's gloryhole. His finger motioned for her to come closer but she wasn't going to do what she was told. She was on to her hooker routine. Stripping, showing off her pussy, fingering her own pussy and asshole. I tried speaking to her through my hole but she couldn't hear me over the incredible volume of the porn.

She stood back up and removed her shirts. I could tell she was playing with her tits as she continued her tease show. All she wore now was her stocking and her boots. Her black hair was in a long ponytail. As she stood, her ass at perfect height of my hole, I could see her swollen pussy lips. She was wet. I had to get her attention before she made a mistake. I was barely able to fit my wrist through the hole and I tapped on her ass cheek. By the time I withdrew my hand to look at her now that I had her attention; I could see she had backed up against the other wall. I must have startled her and she retreated to where it was 'safe'. She backed up against 'my box'. Suddenly her face changed and I could tell she was feeling something good. For 30 seconds or so I tried getting her attention in vain as she pushed her ass more and more against the hole and arched her back. When she was leaning over enough and her legs were spread I could see he was fingering her and she loved it. 

My cock began to grow. I loved seeing her pleasured by other men and it was even hotter that she thought it was me! I continue watching and I noticed movement on the third wall. That was why she had no screen! The "BITCH BOX" was for 3 cocks! After a couple moments Amber turned around and dropped to her knees. She held up 1 finger to the stranger's hole as if to communicate, "wait"... She reached into her purse and pulled out handcuffs. I could only imagine her wicked smile she flashed when she dangled them for "me" to see. God she must have been horny! We always talked about handcuffing her in the booths so she could be my cock slave - I had once even cuffed her in a park and pretended to leave her there for 15 minutes. She managed to secure the cuffs herself, behind her back. Within seconds a hard cock appeared and Amber, on her knees in the dark, flooded with the sounds of porn, didn't hesitate to take it in her mouth. As we discussed, there was no sensual blowjobs wanted. No kissing. No caressing. We wanted her to gag and choke and slobber on my cock - give a show for whoever watched. Now, ironically, I was the one watching. Well, me and some other guy.

I couldn't clearly see what was happening but I could tell she was pushing her head as close to that wall as possible. Her head bobbing had seemed to stop more or less which meant he was pumping her mouth from his side. Now I was rock hard, watching this. My attempts to get her attention were finished. Her pussy was dripping wet, her anxious hands restrained behind her and very once in a while, presumably when the stranger was jamming her cock down her throat and not removing it, she would lean back and turn her head away; gasping for air. But she would get right back to it like a pro. The other stranger had now entered his cock into the booth and at first, Amber didn't notice. In one of her gasps I saw her eye lock on to it before returning to the task at hand. It only took 5 or 6 minutes before things relaxed. She slumped down where was sitting, breathing heavily, wetter than ever and the cock she had been sucking withdrew. I had assumed he had cum in her mouth but she collected herself, balanced and stood up, and with her hands cuffed she leaned over so her pussy was against the hole. Her mouth was so close to mine that I heard her moan as the cock first impaled her. I could have warned her then, but I was way too horny. I had to take advantage. I stood up, dropped my pants to my ankles and pushed through the hole, hoping for the best.

My cock actually hit her in the face when I pushed it through. For 15 seconds or so she did nothing. She may have told me later she did this for better balance but I felt her mouth envelop my cock. Her hot, wet, abused mouth gliding up and down my shaft with each thrust she took from the cock on the other side. He must have been long like me for her to be moving forward like that through a gloryhole, I thought. And so this continued for 3 or 4 minutes. I looked at the screen next to me and pictured Amber. Amber surrounded by men who didn't care for her. No, they NEEDED her. They would take her and do anything they wanted to her. But she stopped.

I waited for 30 seconds or so and then withdrew and looked through the hole just in time to see her with her back to the door, fumbling blindly. I was confused at first but as she undid the lock, I realized. By the time I was able to pull my jeans up, unlock my door and exit into the hallway, I was too late. Her door was closed and locked once more. I quickly returned to the hole to see what was happening. He had entered the door while her back was turned, his cock was still out and hard and he had his arms around her, groping her tits and holding her throat. I wasn't sure if she realized yet what was going on. He was rough with her and he forced her to her knees, her back still turned to him. He grabbed her shirt from the ground, stretched it over her face like a blindfold and secured it. He shoved her face roughly toward the third hole and within seconds a cock came through. Just a small one, I remember noticing. 

Did she not know it was me? Was she too afraid to say anything? Was she too horny to care? She opened her mouth and swallowed the cock. I had a perfect view of him holding her hair and pushing her down the cock, her face pressed against the walls. Then he started jerking her head back and forth on the cock until I could see it cumming on her lips. He got down on his knees behind her, never letting go of her hair and roughly shoved his cock inside her. Another cock appeared, this time a huge one. It was veiny and white and at least 8" long and just thick enough to barely make it through the hole. Again he forced her to suck cock; however, this one was met with more difficulty. All I could do was watch as these men abused my girlfriend. As hot as it was, I needed to stop it! I started figuring out a plan when my movie shut off. "More you fucking bastard!!" I heard her scream between gags on the cock.

"You may have come here to make money tonight, bitch. But whatever your plan was, you're going to be sore in the morning and you won't be 1 dime richer." His voice was clearly not mine and Amber didn't give a fuck. She knew it wasn't me.

The man's thrusts became more erratic and he told her to stand up, turn around and fuck the wall cock. She slid down the whole length of it with a moan and started bouncing against the wall. He shoved his balls in her mouth as he jerked off his cock with one free hand. He aimed at her face and blew his load all over her lips and cheeks and blindfold and chin. She was gasping and moaning as the cock behind her continued its assault as the hot cum slowly ran down her face, dripping into her mouth and onto the floor. The man released his grip from her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth once more to clean it off. He groaned a bit then tucked it back into his pants after a short time. He zipped up, opened the door and left. 

The gloryholes were silent now other than the noises coming from Amber and the stranger in the booth behind her. The man groaning slightly and my slut girlfriend beginning to orgasm. As I put my cock away and got to my feet to get a chance to fuck my own girlfriend I hear a thump. When I got into the hall she was laying just a few feet from me, still cumming from an orgasm apparently strong enough to make her lose her balance. She didn't appear to be hurt but there was a group of men staring at her as she writhed in pleasure on the floor, restrained and blindfolded. A perfectly helpless package for anyone. 

I leaned over and helped her into a seated position. "Do you want me to get you out of here?" I whispered. "It looks like it could get pretty intense". Her wicked smile told me everything I needed to know.

It was obvious that there perverted minds were spinning in silence for only a moment or two before a familiar voice interjected, "I found her in the Bitch Box. She put those cuffs on herself you wouldn't believe the shit she was saying... She told me she can never get enough cock and that she was a cum-whore. She said I could do anything to her."

Whether this was true or not, I was unsure. I suspected he was exaggerating or, if she did say something like that, it may have been before she realized it was a stranger fucking her. A man rounded the hallway slightly shocked to see a group but it didn't slow him down. His huge, hard cock was still out. He was in his 40's and skinny. His cock didn't seem to suit his body. "Well then she won't mind me finishing this in front of you" he said distractedly.

He grabbed her by the hair and forcibly "helped" her to her knees. She could balance otherwise so she was forced to leave her head lying on the ground with her ass up in the air. He simply grabbed her hips and pushed all the way in - picking up where he let off. Amber is always very tight after she cums; hell, she may have left his cock because of that the first time, so when he began slamming into her, the noises she made were a combination of screams and moans. "OH! PLEASE FUCK! Ohhhh goooooddd! Its! Ugh! - it's too much!" He grabbed her by the handcuffs and pulled so her arms were tightly behind her back. He pulled hard enough that her face came off the ground.

The other men had started unzipping and stroking as they watched. It was so dark you could barely make a face out and the scene on the ground was only lit by the dim light from the open door of the BITCH BOX. But this scene was all the invitation these men needed. An older man dropped to his knees and pushed his cock in her pleading mouth - that shut her up. Both men fucked her without mercy - She was blindfolded, after all, even if she didn't want this, who could she tell?

The man behind her came somewhat anti-climatically. He just buried his cock all the way in her which was a pleasure/pain judging by the expression on her face. He withdrew, rubbed her cock up and down her ass crack to clean it a bit and zipped up. 

I needed my turn next. I lay down on my back and told her to straddle me. The man fucking her face helped her shift over. Although I wanted to fuck her tight asshole, I knew it would just lead the group to thinking it was an anal gangbang - I would have to wait till the crowd thinned out. My cock slipped easily inside her and I couldn't help myself, "This bitch MUST be a whore! We could practically fit 2 cocks here!" I hadn't realized that this would be taken as an invitation. But within 30 seconds a younger man, maybe 30 who smelled of whiskey was behind her, squeezing her tits with 1 hand and guiding his cock into the same wet hole I was fucking. She was probably screaming, probably begging us to stop. But she was also wetter than I'd ever felt and anything she tried to say was just gurgles and guttural groans and gags. I stopped pumping her cunt for a moment until I felt him finally manage to get the tip of his cock in – luckily for her it wasn't too thick. She tried pulling her body away but I held her tight by the hips, the man behind her was holding her tits and the man on her face had a firm hold on her head. All she could do was take cock now. When he got as much of his length in as he could I remained with my hard cock inside her as deep as I possibly could and left the fucking to him. She was so tight it was almost painful for me and it made me want to cum quickly. I did all I could to calm myself as these men abused her. But as the man fucking her pussy with me began increasing his pace and twisting her nipples, I couldn't hold it any longer. The friction of everything going on and the look on her face whenever she had a free moment to look at me was too much. I started thusting deeply with the other man and finally I spoke again, "Ughhh! Take some more cum, slut!!" I shoved my dick as deep and hard in her as I could as I flooded her with hot cum. This proved enough to set the other man off as well and he mumbled something as he also pushed deeply into her and spilled his cum.

After he climbed off of her, I moved her legs off of me and stood back as the man who had been fucking her face began cumming on her tongue. For all Amber knew, that was it. 4 loads in her pussy and 2 in her mouth. She was sore, she was satisfied and now I could tell from her mannerisms, she was done enjoying sex. She was at the point now where it would hurt her to cum again. 

I undid her handcuffs, "I can't believe you put these fucking things on". I slapped her ass encouragingly. The men around me looked disappointed and one of them stepped forward. "She still has work to do. Who the fuck are you?"

I stood up and as Amber began to regain her senses and surrounding she looked up at the two of us, "No one said I was done. I just wanted free hands – no need to fight, boys". This was likely a selfless act. I know she wanted to leave but it was obvious these men wouldn't let her. 

I sat back and watched as the remaining 5 men brutalized her. They pulled her by her hair, slapped her face and scolded her if she ever said, "No" or "Oww" or gave anyone lip. My cock grew hard again while she was cumming for the third or fourth time. At the time she was taking an enormous cock in her tight asshole. Luckily she had a lot of practice with anal sex but this guy was merciless. They all were! And every single one of them made sure to leave a load on her face. 

It took an hour, more or less, but they finally all finished and left her in a whimpering pile on the floor. A look of devastation across her face was barely noticeable beneath all the sticky cum. They had removed the blindfold much earlier on so they could make her look them in the eyes while they scolded her. I did all I could to hide my hard on as I helped her to her feet. Her stockings barely hung from her legs now – torn and soiled. Her tank top was stretched and cum-stained as well. All that was good now was her lace sweater, her boots and her shorts. 




Be Careful What You Wish For



As I helped her to her feet and asked her if she was ok she slowly turned to me. She glanced down and the bulge in my pants. "Well, I'm not leaving here after getting off that many men and leaving you my one unsatisfied customer". She unzipped my pants and turned around, guiding my cock into her still soaking pussy. She spread her legs into a wide stance and put her hands against a wall for balance as I began fucking her. "You're such a nasty fucking slut, you know that?"

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me you bastard" she quickly retorted.

I pounded into her as she moaned and screamed, partially with pleasure, partially with pain until I finally filled her with 1 last load of hot cum.

She got as dressed as she could, she left the stockings and the shirt behind after wiping her face off the best she could with it. "OK, let's go home..."



Be Careful What You Wish For



I should have known better. These things never seem to turn out the way I imagine them. I thought this would heighten the experience. I thought this would increase the pleasure. I thought I would love this, but after only three days I was just desperate....desperate for release...desperate to cum...

It all started several months ago when I confessed to my wife how much the idea of Tease and Denial turned me on. She certainly did not understand my infatuation and, for most of the last few months, I figured it was a dead topic. That was until three days ago...

Jess came out of the master bathroom and demanded that I strip. I smiled wryly as I rose from the bed and removed my clothes. I love when she takes control. I love when she is in charge.

"Are you ready to begin?" she inquired.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded with my hands folded behind me and eyes down. From previous experience I knew this was the position she required.

"Good," she responded and allowed her robe to fall to the floor. After taking her bath she had decided to stay completely naked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she had shaved her pussy bare. This was a rare but welcomed occurrence. My dick began to grow instantly. 

She was truly a sight to behold even if it was only peripheral. At five foot six and just into her thirties, my wife is still my deepest fantasy. She has the most beautiful blue eyes and short dark brown hair that reveals her inviting neck to me. (I cannot count the times I have snuggled up behind her in the kitchen as I planted kiss after kiss down her sultry nape.) Her tits are a delicious C-cup with tantalizing brown nipples and tips the size of pencil erasers. Her legs are not long, but I love their form. There is nothing more I love to have wrapped around my head. My favorite attribute is her incredible round bottom. I could write five more paragraphs explaining its splendor, but I will just say that It is the embodiment of perfection.

Slowly she walked around me tracing my body with her finger tips. "I am really going to enjoy this tonight," she announced, "although I'm not so sure you will."

My cock twitched a little with excitement at those words. Through ten delightful years of marriage we had tried many different things, but one of her favorites was to spank my ass with a riding crop. I thought for sure this was what she had in mind. It would hurt like hell, but it always got my dick hard and her pussy sopping wet. Besides that, it furthered her role of dominance over me, and I enjoyed nothing more.

To my surprise this was not what she had in mind. "Crawl over here," she demanded as she sat down on the edge of the far side of the bed. As I approached she spread her legs and grabbed me by the back of the head. It was unnecessary to push my face into her newly shaven pussy, but the illusion was not lost on me. 

Slowly, at first, I pushed my tongue between her lips and opened her up. I placed my tongue flat against her clit and began to hum low in my throat as I licked. In almost no time at all she was getting wetter and wetter. With every moment that passed she became more and more aroused and pulled my hair even harder. I did not care. Voraciously I pushed my face deep into her. I simply could not get enough. She began to moan loudly as her juices filled my throat. They were salty sweet like caramel corn. I wanted more.

I continued to lick, suck, and tongue her pussy in every way imaginable. I loved every second. I loved the pleasure I gave her... maybe even more than she enjoyed receiving it. After servicing her for as long as she would allow me she finally pushed my head away, "that's enough...for now," she said tauntingly.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said appreciatively. My face glistened with her juices as I caught my breath. 

After allowing herself a few moments to catch her breath she pulled herself off the bed and ordered me to take her place. Once I was in position she stood before me. Her beautiful breasts swayed teasingly in front of my face. She reached down between my legs and grabbed my swollen member. "You are going to have to control yourself tonight," she said as she tugged it roughly, "Do you understand? I don't want you coming too early."

"Yes, I understand," I gulped. I really had no idea.

She released my cock and pushed her tits into my face. With one hand I fondled her breast and teased her nipple while my lips and tongue worked feverishly on the other. Over the next several minutes I alternated back and forth between them. Occasionally I would bite softly down on one and she would moan her approval.

After she had sufficiently worked herself up again she pushed me down on the bed and told me to position myself in the center. I quickly complied. Then she lied down next to me, but while I was on my back she faced me on her side. With my hands up over my head she began to caress my body without ever saying a word. 

With just her finger tips she would trace up and down my chest, around my nipples, over my hips, and along the inside of my thigh. My cock was waiting impatiently for attention. With every pass it would twitch with anticipation and she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

Finally, after tracing my body from top to bottom a half-a-dozen times, her hand found my cock. She grabbed my shaft firmly and pumped it slowly. I cooed my appreciation. She smiled knowingly. 

As she continued pumping my cock she rose and straddled me in a reverse cowgirl fashion. Her gorgeous ass sat down on my chest and I felt her wetness on my stomach as she continued to stroke my cock.

"Don't come yet," she said teasingly as she looked back over her shoulder at me. By now I was squeezing her glorious butt and giving it an occasional swat.

After a few more minutes of teasing she rose up and slid back so that her pussy was in position over my face. Without ever releasing my member she sat down on my nose and mouth and I began to lick away once more. This was my favorite way to cum and she knew it. I could think of no better way than getting my cock played with while eating out her deliciousness. I was in heaven.

Over the next several minutes I continued to lap away at her pussy as she varied the rate of speed with which she pumped my member. It was not much longer before I felt the cum boiling in my balls and my orgasm approaching. She must have sensed it as well. 

"Not yet," she responded to my writhing and turned her attention to my balls. Tenderly she caressed my rising boys and my arousal continued to grow in spite of her instruction.

"Please Mistress," I begged. My orgasm was close and she had never denied me the pleasure before. 

This time she just laughed maniacally. She pumped my cock a few more times and then released it completely just seconds short of orgasm. I moaned my disapproval and she climbed off of me.

"Don't move," she ordered as she climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

A few minutes later she returned... wearing her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. I was stunned. 

"Isn't this what you wanted?" she asked deviously. "Didn't you tell me you wanted to try Tease and Denial?"

A moment of realization swarmed over my body. "Er, yes, but," was all I could stammer. My cock was on the verge of explosion and overwhelmed with frustration.

Jess crawled into bed and pulled the covers up over herself. "Good Night," she cooed, "and don't even think about finishing by yourself." 

Ten minutes later she was fast asleep. It would take me well past an hour before I could relax enough to go to sleep myself.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.

The next day at work seemed to go on forever. I wanted so desperately for the day to be over so I could get home and finish what we had started the day before. After what seemed to be the longest day man had ever experienced, 5 o'clock finally came and I went home.

During Supper the conversation was normal. We did the typical work related crap and such, but I was dying to get to the bedroom. However, I knew if I pushed the issue it would only draw the conclusion out even further. Ten years of marriage told me that.

Finally the time came and we found ourselves in the bedroom together. Once again she ordered me out of my clothes, but this time she went and retrieved her riding crop as I had expected she would the night before.

"Last night was tough for you, wasn't it?" she asked devilishly as she slapped the crop on the inside of her hand.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded.

"Not quite as much fun as you thought was it?" she continued.

"No, Mistress," I admitted.

"Well maybe tonight we can resolve that for you," she remarked. "But for right now I need to see if you've been good."

I really had no idea what she was thinking or what she had in mind. I just froze waiting for her next command.

"Grab your dick and hold it up for me," she ordered, "I need to make sure those balls are still full."

As instructed I pulled my semi-erect member up against my stomach so that she had an unrestricted view of my testicles.

"Now spread your legs a little," she ordered as she slapped the inside of my thigh with her crop. I obeyed immediately.

Jess took my balls in her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. After that she rolled them methodically along her fingertips. "They seem pretty full to me," she announced. "It looks like you passed."

I sighed in relief. I knew I had obeyed, but you just never know.

"Now lean over and grab your ankles," she ordered.

"But I thought..." was all I could utter before she snapped.

"Yes, you passed," she barked, "this is just going to be a small taste of what you would have received had you taken matters into your own hands." 

Jess laughed deviously at her own pun and pulled the riding crop back to deliver the first blow. I heard it whistle through the air a brief moment before it struck harshly on my ass. 

SMACK!

I could not help but jump a little as it hit. 

SMACK!

Another hit before my heels even fell back to the floor.

SMACK!

The third hit. I could tell she was enjoying this by the little grunts and giggles between each blow.

SMACK!

My ass was on fire.

SMACK!

The fifth and final blow landed and then she instructed me to stand. "That is just a tiny sample of what you will receive if you disappoint me," she said. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

"I don't think you do," she responded curtly and turned me to face her. "Your dick belongs to me. Your balls belong to me. Your ass belongs to me. Even your cum belongs to me."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded still catching my breath.

"If you do anything I do not approve, you will be dealt with... harshly." As she said this she grabbed my package and gave it a sharp tug.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered once more.

"Good," she said joyfully. Her entire demeanor changed in a second. "Now we can get onto the fun stuff. You do want to cum today, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered yet again. A glimmer of hope seemed to be peeking out of this otherwise uncertain evening.

Jess laid her riding crop down and took her place at the edge of the bed as she had the night before. In almost no time at all I had gone from taking a beating to engaging in one of the most pleasurable things I can think of, eating my wife's pussy.

Eagerly I knelt before her and planted my face determinedly between her legs. In a matter of seconds my tongue was licking her already dampened pussy and my lips were wrapped around her clit. She lay back and enjoyed my services as I worked tirelessly to give her the pleasure she desired. Several times over the next half-an-hour or so she would raised her hips and squeeze her legs against my head as she exploded in orgasm. With every climax I found a new level of motivation and energy. In addition my cock got harder and harder until she finally planted her foot on my shoulder and pushed me away. The sight of her breasts rising and falling as she panted heavily took my desire to another level, but I held my position of kneeling on the floor.

"Very good, Slave," she complimented as she rose from the bed. "Now take your position in the center of the bed." 

I moved in position as I had the night before except this time she told me to grab hold of the black steel rods used to decorate the headboard. I was warned not to let go.

Jess took a bottle of lube from the nightstand and squeezed a glob into her hand. Then she rubbed the lube up and down my shaft and onto my balls. I moaned my approval. Over the next twenty minutes she slowly slid her hand up and down my cock and tenderly kneaded my balls. It felt really good, but really did not take me that close to the edge. My desire for her to pick up the pace was almost overwhelming and she knew it. 

"Now for the fun part," she announced. Then she climbed on top of me and slid her pussy down over my cock. For a moment she just sat there as she reminded me that I was not allowed to come without her permission.

Once I had acknowledged my understanding she began to ride my cock. For the first few minutes she would slowly slide her pussy up and down my shaft. It felt incredible. She was obviously enjoying it as well.  

Jess closed her eyes and her hands rose to meet her breasts. I watched wide-eyed as she played with her incredible tits and pulled on her magnificent nipples. She was soon moaning as she started to buck up and down on top of me even faster. 

It did not take long before she was really pushing herself down into my crotch as she rode me like a true cowgirl. Her moans of pleasure had turned to yelps of anticipation. I could sense her impending orgasm as her pussy squeezed my excited member. With every passing moment I drew closer and closer to the edge. I knew I would not be able to stop myself from cumming if this continued. Suddenly I felt her hand move back behind her and grab my rising balls. This had the desired affect of slowing my impending climax, but did not slow her down one bit.

Jess continued to bounce up and down on my raging erection. "Yes, Yes, Yes," she screamed as she rode herself to orgasm after orgasm. It was simply amazing. My only regret was that I was not feeling the same gratification she was at that moment. 

"That was amazing," she crowed and then leaned down to kiss me. Our tongues danced with one another as our lust mixed with passion. 

As Jess climbed off of me she exclaimed, "I think I am going to make you wait one more day..." Then she disappeared into the bathroom.

Frustration and bewilderment overcame me. I wanted so badly to come. I was so close. I could not help but wonder if tomorrow would really be the day or if she would just string me on even further.

Finally Jess emerged from the bathroom dressed in her pajamas. This time she walked over to me and caressed my package lovingly. "This is what you asked for, isn't it?" She asked already knowing the answer. My cock twitched with every touch knowing that this was the limit to the contact I would receive. There was no way I would be allowed to cum.

After a few minutes of teasing, Jess gave my cock a gentle slap and retreated to her side of the bed. I went to take a cold shower. By the time I returned she was fast asleep.



.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Today I went to work even more frustrated than the day before. I was anxious to get the day over with, but at the same time I was very apprehensive. I wanted desperately to get home and finish what we had started, but I feared my pleasure would be denied once more. The mystery of the evening before me flooded my mind throughout the day. I am not sure if I actually got anything of substance done at work, but it was finally over and I headed home. 

On my way home I received a text from Jess:

 Stop and get yourself something to eat and then hurry home. 

 I have plans for you! ;)

I felt a twinge of excitement shoot to the end of my cock as I read her note. Then I felt butterflies in my stomach. Nervousness and anticipation were brawling over which emotion could take control. I pulled into a drive-thru and ordered something small. I knew I would not be able to eat much, but I hoped the little I ate would calm my nerves a little.

Ten minutes later I pulled into my driveway as I polished of the last of my burger. As I turned off the car and exited I took a deep breath and headed towards the door. I could feel my heart beat as I reached for the door knob. Before I could open it I noticed the note taped to the door.

  Take off all your clothes and leave them on the step. 

 Knock when you are ready, and I will let you in.

I could not believe how seriously she was taking this. Part of me felt the butterflies returning, but another side of me was really excited that she was really getting into one of my fantasies.

Now that I had stripped, I knocked on the door. Jess opened it almost immediately. My eyes feasted on the sight before me. For the last two nights Jess had spent our time together completely naked, but tonight was different. Tonight she wore a pair of black leather boots that zipped up the back up to her knees. It was amazing to see how one pair of three inch high heeled boots could transform a woman. 

All she wore was those boots, but those boots changed everything. They made her even more menacing. They made her even more deviant. They made her even more powerful. And somehow, they made her even more sexy. My cock jumped to attention in appreciation.

"Follow me," she ordered softly as she walked away. I stepped in the door and followed her to the Great Room where she sat down in the arm chair.

"I thought we would start in here tonight," she said spreading her legs and motioning me into position. The moment my tongue reached out to lick her waiting pussy she draped her boot encased legs over my shoulders and dug the heels into my back. The pain was minimal but the effectiveness of her control was total. I would have done anything for her.

For the next hour I licked her pussy from top to bottom and side to side. I am not sure how many orgasms she had, but tonight she was insatiable. I sucked, licked, and flicked every inch until my face was soaked many times over. I tried every trick I knew until my jaw was sore and then I even made up some more. My tongue was beginning to cramp when I finally felt her hand on my shoulder as she huffed for me to stop. For several minutes she sat back in the chair with her eyes closed as she caught her breath. I took that time to do the same.

Finally she spoke, "Are you ready?" she asked.

"For what?" I responded.

"That moment you have been dying for," she said with a gleam in her eye.

"Yes, I think so," I blurted.

"You don't look it," she shot back motioning to my now lifeless member.

Before I could respond she ordered me to stand and grab my ankles. I obeyed. 

"I am insulted," she announced as she rested her hand on my submissive bottom. "I look like this, and you present me with that."

"I am sorry, Mistress," I apologized. We both knew it had nothing to do with how she looked, but everything to do with exhaustion from the last hour's activities, but that would not have been nearly as interesting to address.

SMACK!

Her bare hand came down hard on my flesh.

SMACK!

This time she hit the other cheek.

SMACK!

Now back to the right...

SMACK!

...and to the left again.

This continued until she had landed a total of ten blows to my now crimson ass. As she instructed me to stand upright she laughed at how she could feel the heat off my bottom, but was also pleased to see it had the desired effect. My cock was back at full attention.

Jess grabbed my erection and led me quickly into the bedroom. It hurt as she tugged, but I did a sufficient job of keeping up.

Once again I took my place in the center of the bed. Before I even had the chance to lay my head back she was straddling my chest and reaching up over my head. Her beautiful breasts bounced teasingly in my face, but that was not the point.




Be Careful What You Wish For



I soon discovered she was reaching for a pair of handcuffs that she had already secured to the head board. Seconds later she had my right hand pulled to the far corner. Moments after that, she secured the left to the other corner. After she confirmed that they were not going anywhere she turned her attention to my legs. With a pair of neck ties I had not worn in years she bound my ankles as widely as she could and pulled the knots tight. I could barely move at all. Jess was very pleased with herself. 

"Are you ready for the longest night of your life?" She asked. 

I should have known better. These things never seem to turn out the way I imagine them. I thought this would heighten the experience. I thought this would increase the pleasure. I thought I would love this, but after only three days I was just desperate....desperate for release...desperate to cum...I gulped, not being certain. "Yes, Mistress," came my reply nonetheless.

Jess retrieved her riding crop and began to trace my body with it. It felt good, but the ever present reality of intended use weighed heavy on my mind. Eventually she worked her way down to my erection and traced it as well. The leather felt soft and cool against my skin. With my legs spread open she ran her crop flat up and down my balls. It felt delightful and dangerous at the same time.  After a while she continued that technique on the underside of my shaft. Her teasing was driving me wild.

After several minutes with the riding crop she dropped it on the floor and took my cock firmly in her hand. "Are you ready?" she asked.

Without waiting for my response she began pumping my cock vigorously. I was taken back. After a few short minutes I could feel the cum boiling in my balls as they began to rise. 

"Please, Mistress," I begged. My orgasm was not here yet, but I knew I better start asking now.

She did not respond, but she kept pumping. My balls continued to rise and I felt a jolt of electricity at the tip of my cock.

"Please, Mistress," I asked again.

Still no response as she continued to pump. I clinched my butt tight in an effort to hold back.

"Please, Mistress," I whined in a voice barely recognizable as my own.

"No," she replied, "not yet." Then she released my cock leaving me dangling on the edge of orgasm.

Jess disappeared from the room for no more than a minute. When she returned she had an ice cube in her hand. Before I could utter a word she was running it up and down my erection and across my balls. It was so cold it felt as if tiny pins and needles were poking through my skin. My arousal subsided, but my erection did not. She was pleased.

Jess disappeared from sight once more. This time I heard her punching the buttons on the microwave. Fifteen to twenty seconds later the timer went off. Less than a minute later she returned with a small bowl in hand. 

I watched helplessly as she held the bowl over my crotch and prepared to pour out the contents.  I struggled feebly to move out of the way as she slowly turned the bowl over. All I could do was watch as the milky white substance oozed down from the bowl onto my genitals. I closed my eyes and flinched in anticipation. To my surprise the substance was very warm but not painful. As it slid down the head of my cock to my balls it was actually a very pleasing sensation. Finally Jess had emptied the whole bowl and set it aside. After that she began to rub this substance that felt like lube up and down my shaft. The slippery sensation coupled with the heat felt very nice. 

With the fingertips on her left hand she fondled my balls while she took her right and slowly worked up and down my cock. Rather than simply pumping up and down as she had before she incorporated a twisting motion as went all the way from top to bottom. In no time at all my head was spinning with delight.

She maintained her pace for a few minutes and then would pick up speed. After a few more minutes, she would go even faster. The next thing I knew I was on the precipice or orgasm once again.

"Please may I cum, Mistress," I asked as calmly as I could muster.

"Not yet," she answered as she continued her assault. Every stroke brought me closer to the edge. Every twist heightened my pleasure.

"Please, Mistress, may I cum," I asked again. My hands were clinched and my toes were curled. I knew I would not be able to hold out much longer.

"If you come, before I tell you," Jess threatened, "I will not allow you the pleasure of another orgasm for a month."

The words hit me hard. She had never mentioned that as the punishment before. I had always assumed I would receive a beating beyond anything I had experienced before. Based on her tone, I was not sure it would not be both.

I was more determined than ever to hold off, but that did not impede her progress. She seemed determine to push me to my very limits... and perhaps beyond.

"PLEASE, MISTRESS!" I groaned.

"NO!" she answered once again and released my cock. 

I could feel the cum crawling up my shaft and then retreating. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could feel my heart beating through my chest. I was not sure how much more of this I could take.

"All this teasing has gotten me really worked up," Jess stated. "I think I am going to take that pretty little face of yours for a ride before I call it a night."

As the words sunk in she straddled my body and backed her pussy right over my face. I was not sure how long I would be able to go, but I was determined to give it my best shot. I reached my tongue out and began to lick her with everything I had in me. Her juices mixed with sweat filled my mouth and the taste invigorated me. For the next few minutes I licked and sucked with all the energy and enthusiasm I could muster. Based on her moans it was working.

Suddenly I felt her hand on my shaft again. She started at a medium pace, but quickly picked up speed. I concentrated on licking her glorious hole as best I could, but soon found I was at the edge of climax once again.  I buried my face as deep in her pussy as I could and she continued to pump even faster. I sucked hard on her clit and clinched every muscle in my body. 

"Come for me!" she gasped as she was overcome with her own orgasm. "Come for me, now!"

Hearing those words had never sounded so beautiful. My balls instantly released all the pressure they had been holding back and my entire body shook from the most incredible orgasm I had ever felt. Spurt after spurt of cum shot from my cock as Jess continued to pump for what seemed like forever, but was surely more like seconds. My heart raced as I felt a rush of electricity shoot from the base of my groin to the outermost regions of my body. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life.

After several minutes my head stopped spinning, and I realized Jess had undone all of my bondage. I sat up just as she was coming out of the bathroom in her pajamas.

She leaned down and gave me a deep, loving kissing. "Was it everything you thought it would be?" she asked.

"And More," I responded, "and more..."



Be Careful What You Wish For.



My name is Kelly and I live in a quaint little oceanfront town with my husband John. We have been married for seven years now. We were high school sweethearts and married right after graduation. He is the only person I have ever been with in my whole life. 

Everyone has always said how it seems like we were made for each other. He is 6’2, blond hair, blue eyes, very muscular, and always has a nice tan. I am 5’4, blond hair, blue eyes, nice firm full C cup breasts, and I work hard to keep my body fit. I work as a lifeguard and John is a fireman. Everyone thinks we are just the “cutest” couple. 

I love my husband and I have always been faithful to him but lately I have found my imagination going crazy. I work with half naked men all day. I have fantasies about every one of them. I notice while talking to them that they have the same thoughts about me. It is pretty obvious by the way they stare at my chest and get erections. 

I find myself fantasizing about my supervisor James more than anyone. He is the same height as my husband, very built; he has the most wonderful body I have ever seen. I think part of the reason that I am so attracted to him is because he is black. It is taboo the forbidden fruit. 

I have found myself flirting with him quite a bit. He is married and tends to brush me off. His wife is a very beautiful Nubian Princess. I think his resistance to my flirting turns me on more. 

One day as I was getting my stuff together at the end of my shift I bumped into James on my way out. As usual I made sure to brush up against him as I walked by. “Accidentally” brushing my hip against crotch. The feel of his huge manhood sent an instant rush through my body. My nipples sprang up instantly. I turned to him to innocently apologize and for the first time ever I caught him glaring at my chest like all of the other lifeguards do. This was very exciting to me. I wanted him so bad. 

The next day I made sure to “bump” into him every chance I got. I bent over in front of him more than usual so he could get a good view of my nice ass. I even made sure to brush my breast against his arm from time to time. 

When my shift was over and I was in the shower I had this feeling someone was watching me. When I turned around there was James. He was standing just watching me with his huge manhood bulging out of his shorts. I went from being started to being very turned on. I told him I could tell he was happy to see me. I made sure to give him a good view of my glistening wet body.

He started telling me how he and his staff have been working so hard these last couple of months to ignore my subtle flirting. He said that the way I walked around flaunting my body to all of his men, and “accidentally” rubbing up against them was getting to everyone. He said it was time I learned my lesson about torturing them so much. 

He thought he was going to scare me but I wanted him even more now. He told me it was time for me to find out about playing with fire. He told me to get on my knees. I happily did so. He walked up to me and took his throbbing cock out of his trunks and put it in my face. I was so horny I couldn’t believe my fantasy was about to come true. I love giving head but my husband hardly ever let me do it to him. He said that is not something you do with someone you respect.

I started by rubbing the tip of my tongue on the tip of his head. He grabbed me by the hair and said I have been running things for too long. He was controlling this situation. He then plunged his huge dick down my throat. This took me by surprise. He kept shoving my head as far on his cock as I could go. He kept telling me to take it all pushing on my head harder. I could feel his cock ramming down my throat. It was so big I couldn’t breath, and I kept gagging. He paid it no attention and kept slamming his cock deeper into my throat. 

I then noticed my coworkers were behind him watching him hammer my mouth like this. All of them were smiling holding their cocks in their hands. This made fear start to build in me. I wanted to be with somebody other than my husband. I really wanted it to be James, but I did not want to be the company slut and be fucked and watched by all that I worked with. 

One of my coworkers that have been trying to get me to date him came up behind me. He slapped my ass and asked me how I like that. He was telling me how he has wanted to fuck me for so long. He ran his finger along my slit and commented on how I was so wet and must be ready for some dick to be rammed into me. He got down on his knees behind me and I couldn’t see a thing because James was still ramming his now rock hard brick into my aching mouth. 

With one swift plunge Chad slammed his cock deep into my insides. He was fucking me like a jackhammer. His dick was so big it hurt at first but after a minute I started to really enjoy it. I loved the fact that my mouth was being fucked by James and my cunt was being fucked by Chad at the same time. This really excited James and he exploded into my mouth. I made sure to suck every drip of cum out of him and lick it clean when I was done. 

Watching this made Chad start breathing heaving and plunging deeper and harder until he reached his climax also. He poured all that he had inside of me and loved it. Before James got out of the way there was another cock in my face. This one wasn’t as big as James but I enjoyed it just as much. Now all of my coworkers were around me.

There were a couple fondling my breasts, one was playing with my ass, hands all over my body and I loved it. Before I knew what was happening there was another dick in my pussy riding me like a stallion. I felt an orgasm building and started pumping my ass and my mouth fast and hard wanting to have all of the cum in me that I could get. All of this time there are men jerking off on me there was cum all over my body. The smell of all of this sex drove me wild. I then came with more intensity than ever in my life.

My orgasm made both dicks inside of me come in unison. I only have one orgasm per encounter so I just laid down on the floor and figured I was done. James told me to roll over so they could get a good look at the front of my body. At this point one of my coworkers Dan got down between my legs. He started running his finger in and out of my pussy while stimulating my clit. This sent me into another orgasm. Before I was finished with the orgasm he had my legs over his shoulder and was fucking me while my juices flowed. Another dick went into my mouth while I could feel my breasts being pinched and sucked and a dick slapping against my stomach. 

Once Dan came James was sitting in front of me in a chair. He told me to get up and come to him. I wanted to have his dick in my pussy so bad. It was so big I have never had anything that size inside of me. I walked over to him and he told me to turn around and bend over. He started using his finger to get my juices from inside of me and rub it on his dick. He then grabbed me by my hips and pulled me onto his dick. With one quick pull she shoved me on top of his huge, throbbing, black rod. 

The only thing was I felt like he ripped me in half. He didn’t shove it in my pussy but in my ass. It hurt so much I was begging him to stop. He didn’t he just kept bouncing me up and down on his dick. Then before I knew what was happening Chad was in front of me and shoved his dick into my pussy. Both of them plunging as deep into me as my body would allow. Next thing I knew another guy had me pulled over sucking his dick. I could not believe I had three dicks inside of me at one time. I could feel myself reaching another orgasm. I screamed as my body jerked and all three cocks exploded in me at one time. 

When all was said and done I just sat there on the floor. Every hole of my body was full of the seed of other men. Cum was all over my body and in my hair. My pussy, ass and mouth stretched from the huge and many dicks that I had taken today. How could I face these men anymore? How could I go home to my husband? There is no way he wouldn’t find out about this somehow. Even though I really enjoyed what just happened to me, I regretted it because my life could be ruined. What was I going to do???



Be Careful What You Wish For



When I first met Radai, I must say I didn't like her very much. She seemed arrogant and stuck up. "This is Radai Romanus, she will be helping me teach this class," Ariel, the pretty young Filipino teacher, had said. I looked at the tall, slim, pale faced blonde and smiled. I didn't like how she never smiled back, just looked right through me with her grey-blue eyes. 

For the next few weeks I only spoke to Radai when I absolutely had to. That all changed one Friday evening when I got this email:

From: radai_rebelle
To: thexkittenxpilar

Pilar, mein Schatz!

How are you? You may have guessed that I like you a lot, and so I will be here for you whatever you need, any time. I looked over the homework Ariel gave you today.. it is very difficult! Do you have any questions? Just email me back or text me on 07XXXXXXXXX. 

Have a lovely evening!

Radai xo

I looked over the email three times. Mein Schatz? What did that mean? Google Translate told me it meant "my treasure." I found myself smiling, and I picked up my phone and texted her. "Its Ariel. Thanks for the email but I'm fine with the homework, already done ;) how are you? x"

We texted a few times before Radai offered to come and meet me the next day for coffee. I accepted, grateful for the chance to get to know her better, to know exactly what she meant when she said she liked me a lot. I arranged to meet her the next day at the college entrance.

The next day, as I walked to the college, dressed in a black corset that complimented the tanned skin I'd inherited from my Spanish father, and black skinny jeans that accentuated my hips well. My dark brown hair was straightened, and almost reached my waist. When I looked in the mirror, I wondered why I'd made such an effort for Radai. Then I realised I didn't care.

Slipping on a pair of crimson red shoes that matched the Alice band in my hair, I walked out of the door and headed for the college. 

When I got there, Radai was waiting in her car. She looked gorgeous, with her platinum blonde hair bouncing in loose curls around her pale face. She wore a long grey top and black jeans, with black ankle boots. I jumped into her black sports car and smiled. This time, unlike any other, she returned my smile, then pulled me close to her. "Pilar.." she breathed softly as she hugged me, "you look beautiful!"

"You always look beautiful," I told her. It was true. For a woman in her late forties she looked amazing. She smiled and shook her head, then started the car.

"Where are we going for coffee?" I asked her. She did not answer, just kept driving. "Radai?!" I cried. "Where are you taking me?"

She turned and looked at me. "It's alright, Pilar. We're not going for coffee right now, I want to talk to you first, that's all," she said. I trusted her.

A few minutes later, Radai stopped the car in a secluded spot under some trees. I smiled and looked around. "Are you alright?" Radai asked me. I told her I was, and asked why she brought me here.

"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you in German. And that I do like you, and I hope you like me too.." she said. I answered her by taking her in my arms and kissing her cheek. 

Suddenly all the resentment I had for Radai turned to raging passion. "Get in the back seat," I told her. She looked confused, so I clarified things for her by kissing her hard on the lips. "Get in the back seat, Radai. Let me show you how much I like you."

Radai gasped. "Pilar.. when I said I liked you I didn't mean.." she couldn't even convince herself. Her voice trailed off and she slipped into the back seat and lay on her back along the length of the seat. I crawled through and got on top of her. I kissed her again and she responded by filling my mouth with her tongue. I sat up and pulled her into a sitting position, and slowly pulled her top off. 

Her body was amazing for a woman of her age, her stomach was flat and toned, she did not have very big boobs but what she had was surprisingly pert. Her nipples were hard now, and poking through her beige lace bra. I removed it, quickly glanced at the label which told me she was only a 34A, then took one of her nipples into my mouth and began sucking it and gently biting it. Radai's breathing became fast, and I felt her fiddling with the laces at the back of my corset. I sat up again and took it off the easy way - by unhooking the hooks at the front. I was not wearing a bra underneath it, and Radai looked surprised to see my bare 36B breasts. She pulled me down again and kissed me, this time more passionately, biting my lower lip and pulling my hair as she did so.

I kissed her neck, making her sigh and murmur something in German, then started kissing my way down. When I reached her jeans, I unbuttoned and unzipped them. I did not have to tell Radai what to do, she raised her body so that I could easily pull them down. Her beige lace thong came down with them, and I moved back into the front seat. "Take them off completely and sit up," I told her. She did so, and the sight of Radai sitting completely naked in the back seat with her legs wide open took my breath away. I moved between the to front seat and got into a position that allowed me to put my head between Radai's legs.

I began licking her pussy. She tasted sweet as I used my tongue to tease her clit and run up and down her slit before plunging it into her. When I did that, she made a low, guttural noise and her juices flowed freely over my tongue and into my mouth. I realised I had just made my German teaching assistant squirt into my mouth. The thought made me dripping wet, and I removed the rest of my clothes in the front seat before getting into the back with Radai.

When I was back in the back with her, I straddled her. She took my nipple in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and sucked it, making me gasp and moan softly. Suddenly I sat up and opened the car door. I took Radai's hand and pulled her out of the car. She looked like she was about to object, but, seeing that there was no one else around, she slipped out of the car and we both walked into the clearing and lay, completely naked, on the grass.

I straddled Radai again and she picked up where she left off, moving into a sitting position beneath me and sucking my nipple again. She pinched my other nipple with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other until I was close to cumming. "Lie down again," I told her in between loud groans of pleasure. I moved and she did as she was told. I sat on her face, and used one hand to hold her blonde head to my pussy and the other to pinch my nipple as she had done just seconds ago. Radai buried her beautiful face in my pussy, licking and sucking loudly and furiously. After a few minutes, a huge orgasm ripped through my body. I lay down on top of Radai and we kissed and explored each other's bodies with our hands for a while.

"I want you to please me in class," Radai whispered to me. I was confused.

"What do you mean, mi amor?" I asked her. She looked into my eyes and kissed me on the lips.

"It's so hot when you speak Spanish," she told me, "and I meant that I want you to make me cum in class. In German. In front of Ariel.."

I gasped, shocked that my teaching assistant was begging me to pleasure her in the middle of a lesson. Radai licked her lips, that hot little gesture was all I needed to make my decision. "Alright.. I will."

That Monday, I arrived in German prepared. If my German whore wanted to cum in front of this class, I'd let her. What she should have remembered is that I don't do things by halves.

When I walked in, Radai looked at me and winked, and pulled out the chair next to her. I shook my head and sat in my usual seat. About ten minutes into the lesson, just after Ariel had finished explaining how to do our worksheets, I heard Radai talking about "people who don't keep their promises." I'd been waiting for a comment like that.

I stood up and picked up my bag. "Ariel," I called. My teacher turned around, her black bob framing her golden face. "May I talk to Radai outside? It will only take 5 minutes." Ariel nodded and gestured towards the door, and went back to what she had been doing. Radai followed me out of the door, and into the ladies toilets. 

I shoved her into a cubicle, and locked the door. I pulled my favourite toy out of my bag, a huge, foot long black dildo. I lifted Radai's skirt, rubbed her through her panties until she was wet, then pulled them aside and shoved the dildo into her. She yelped as the full length penetrated her. "Now, I think Ariel will be expecting us back," I told her, opening the door. Radai could barely walk with the huge toy inside her, and she looked confused. I hadn't told her that it was remote controlled yet.. she was about to find that out all by herself.

We walked back into class as if nothing had happened. The only indicator would have been Radai's stiff walk, and luckily no one looked up. 

I only had to wait a few minutes for the moment I was waiting for. Ariel was asked a question by a greasy looking boy near the front, and she could not explain why, in this case, the word for "the" was "der" and not "die", so she asked Radai.

As soon as my lover opened her mouth to speak, I took the remote control from my pocket and turned on the vibrator. I only put it on half speed, but it was enough to make her moan loudly and her eyes roll back in her head. Ariel raised her eyebrows. "Radai?" she asked. She sounded rather concerned, so I turned it off again. Radai assured her that she was fine, and again tried to answer the question. Half way through the first sentence, I whacked the vibrator right up to full speed. This time she screamed and started writhing around in her seat as the huge dildo pounded full force and full speed into her little pussy.

As Ariel walked past to get to her, I stopped her. "It's fine," I told her. "Radai is fine. Just.. erm.. learning a little lesson of her own."

Ariel's brown eyes widened. "What? Pilar, what is going on?" she cried. "What lesson are you teaching her by making her scream like that?!"

"A very valuable lesson," I smiled, bringing the remote control out and turning it off. There was a gasp as she realised what it was, and a few laughs from the class. Everyone now knew how slutty and sex-hungry my Radai was. "A lesson everyone should learn.. be careful what you wish for."



Be Careful What You Wish For



I met Joan in a chat room. I don't remember why I went there, maybe I was just bored. I was just noodling around on my PC when I ended up in a BDSM chat room. I was watching the repartee' going on and all of it seemed so childish. A few subs and some wannabe Doms; then one name caught my eye. The screen name was 'curious mom' and she was not taking part in the discussion. On a lark, I clicked on her name and typed,

"What are you curious about?"

I received no response.

"Come on. I have seen you here for the part 15 minutes and you never joined the conversation. What are you curious about Mom?"

Again no response. Then finally a reply.

"Domination and submission."

"Which; top or bottom?"

"Which is what?"

"A top is a Dominant personality and a bottom is a submissive one."

"Oh, I see."

"Which are you curious about?"

Again no response.

"Do you want me to guess what you are curious about?"

Again no response

"I think you are curious about submission."

No response

"This doesn't seem to be much of a discussion, so I will just leave you being curious."

"No, wait, ........submission."

"You want to know what submission entails? If you might be a submissive?"

"Yes."

"It means to give up control of yourself to another, not only your body, but your mind and your free will. To obey your Dominant, be it a man or a woman and to dedicate your life to his or her satisfaction."

"Sexual satisfaction?"

"In everything, but sex is a very important part of it."

"Oh."

"Your pussy is wet now, isn't it?"

No response.

"ISN'T IT?"

"Yes."

"Your nipples are stiff, aren't they?"

"Yes."

"You would like to touch your self now, rub your nipples or clit. Maybe masturbate?"

"Yes."

"Well I don't want you to. I want you think about what happened here today and I will meet you here again tomorrow at the same time. Goodbye."

With that I signed off and left the chat room.

The next day I was back at the same time and she was there, waiting, not taking part in the discussion. 

I opened with,

"Did you touch yourself?"

"No, you told me not to."

"Good girl. Now you see I have some measure of control over you. How does it feel?"

"I don't know. Good I guess. No responsibility on my part."

"Are you home alone?"

"Yes, the kids are in school."

"Get naked."

"What?"

"You heard me. Take off your clothes."

No response.

"WELL?"

"I'm naked now."

"How do you feel?"

"I don't know. Funny, exposed."

"Turned on, wet?"

"Yes."

"I want you to feel my hand on top of yours. Moving it to your nipple. Open palm rubbing your tit and your nipple. Feel the tingle go down your belly to your pussy. Don't type, just obey. Feel my hand guide yours down your belly to cover your pussy. Feel how wet you are. Wet your finger inside of you. Move that wet finger to your clit. Now rub that sweet juice on your slit. Faster now. Now cum!"

I waited, then asked,

"How was that?"

She left the room.

The next day I was back but she was not. I came back the next day and there she was, waiting silently.

"I see you are back. Where were you yesterday?"

"I didn't want to do that again. I was afraid to come back. I felt so guilty."

"Why?"

"I am married. I have two children."

"But?"

"I can't stay away. It was too incredible. I never had an orgasm like that with my husband."

"Do you know why?"

"No."

"Because you gave up control of yourself to me. It freed you of your inhibitions because you were obeying me. What you were doing was masturbating because I told you to do so. At the time you didn't feel guilt. I freed you from that and it felt good."

We did some more cyber sex and I got her off another time and she admitted it was just as good as last time and I left her with the promise to meet again on Monday, same time.

Monday came and she was there waiting for me again. 

"How was your weekend?"

"Good."

"How do you feel now?"

"Horny, excited."

"You like what's happening to you, don't you."

"Yes."

"We are going to take it to the next level now."

"Oh?"

"It only gets better."

"OK."

"What's your phone number?"

No response.

"If I don't get your number, I am gone."

No response.

"Goodbye."

"Wait."

I waited, then again,

"Goodbye."

"Wait, OK." and she gave me her phone number. "Please don't call me unless we meet here first."

The interesting thing was that she was in the same area code and I was and I knew I could get her address from the reverse directory.

"Of course I won't. I don't want to destroy your marriage but I do want to make you my slave."

"I thought I am a submissive. What's the difference?"

"You will know when it happens."

"What is your name, I can't call you 'curious' or 'mom."

Again a hesitation,

"Just your first name."

"Joan."

We went on to do phone sex and she was totally into it, and truth be told, I was getting off on it too. When she came she was so vocal it was a good thing she was alone. Then on Friday she typed that I couldn't call, one the kids was home from school sick. I said,

"I understand but you have make it up to me. When do you do your marketing?"

"Usually on Saturday with my husband and the kids. But if my son is still sick Harry will have to stay home with him."

"Whether you go with him or not I want you to wear a skirt and blouse and high heels, nothing else."

"No underwear?"

"Nothing else."

"I will feel like I am naked."

"Exactly."

"I don't know if I can do that."

"Look any time you want to stop this, all you have to do is refuse my request and we are finished. My requests are the same as commands and if you don't obey, I will leave you. Is that what you want?"

"No."

"When you get to the market I want you to question the produce manager about which item is firmer and stronger, zucchini, carrots or bananas."

"I don't know if I can do that."

"If you don't do it, don't come back here on Monday."

Monday came and she was in the chat room when I got there.

"Hello Joan, how was you weekend."

"My god, it was incredible."

"What happened?"

"I went to the market just as you told me to and I was so turned on by feeling so naked. I felt like every man that looked at me could tell what slut I was. When I was talking to the produce man I swear I was leaking down my leg. I was so hot that when I got home I sent the kids out to play and I dragged my husband into our bedroom and I fucked him. I never did anything like that before. I was insatiable and he didn't know what hit him. I fucked him in the afternoon and again that night after the kids went to bed and I would have done it again in the morning except that the kids were up before we were."

"Did you like the weekend?"

"I loved it."

"Do you realize what you called yourself?"

"What?"

"A slut."

"I did, didn't I?"

"Yes."

"Then I guess I am."

"Not entirely yet, but soon. Do you know the Starbucks near you on 2nd St?

"Yes."

"Be there at 10am tomorrow. Wear the same clothes you wore to the market Saturday."

"Ohhhh godddddd."

I hung up the phone.

I walked into Starbucks five minutes late and she was there sitting in the back corner watching the door. I looked around and there was one man and two women in the whole place. I knew which one was her the minute I looked at her, she was so nervous. Her face was pretty, not beautiful, I couldn't see much of her figure. I stood in front of her and said,

"Hello Joan."

"Hello...... I don't even know your name."

"Just call me Sir. Try it again."

"Hello Sir."

I sat opposite her, facing the wall and I put a two foot long piece of two inch wide black velvet ribbon on the table in front of her.

"Tie this around your neck as tight as you can then move the bow to the back. Now look at yourself in that mirror. Tell me what you are feeling now."

"I don't know. Excited, controlled, obedient."

"Open the buttons on your blouse, all the way to your waist."

"There are people here."

"Look around, no one is looking at you. Do it or get up and leave."

Her hand went to her collar and the buttons became undone.

"Now show me a nipple, I want to see how excited you are."

"Please not now, not here."

"I thought I told you to call me Sir."

"Please Sir."

"Listen to me carefully. Either you obey me without question or get out. If you stay you will be punished and it will be painful. If you leave, you will never hear from me again."

Her left hand pulled back her blouse and the right lifted her tit and moved it into my view. The tit was bigger and the nipple was longer than I expected and she was obviously very aroused.

"Ok, put it back. Now get up, walk out the door, turn right and walk around the corner. Wait there until I pull up and get in the car with me. No, don't button the blouse."

She did as she was told and I could see how she was struggling to keep her hands at her sides. I saw her walk around the corner and took my time going to the car and picking her up. She got in the car and I asked,

"How do you feel?"

"I feel like a whore, Sir. Two different cars stopped and the guys wanted me to get in with them."

I reached out and pulled her to me and kissed her, tongue in deep and my hand pinched a nipple. Then I whispered,

"Cum for me slut."

I could feel her body shudder and hear her moan,

"oooh goddddddd."

"Who is at your house now?"

"No one, the kids don't come home from school until three o'clock."

I dropped her of in front of her house with instructions to wait for me in the hallway with the front door unlocked, wearing only her shoes and the velvet ribbon, while I parked the car around the corner. She obeyed and she was waiting as I closed the door and I finally got a good look at her figure. Her tits were big and beginning to sag and her hips were a bit broad, definitely not centerfold material, but she was made for fucking. I had her mouth, her cunt and her ass before school was out and by the time I left, she had cum a least once for each penetration. When I left I told her I would meet her on line again tomorrow at the usual time.

She was prompt, as usual, and I opened with,

"How did you like yesterday, Joan?"

"It was wonderful Sir; I was never so turned on in all my life."

"Another question. Why were you in the chat room last week?"

No response.

"Joan?"

"Because of my husband, Sir."

"Your husband?"

"Yes Sir, he wants to see me with another man."

"What."

"Yes Sir, at first I told him I wouldn't do it but he kept after me and I finally gave in but I told him I wouldn't do any one we know and that I would be the one to find the man to do it with."

"So you came to the chat room."

"Yes Sir, I thought if I could find a man to dominate me I wouldn't have to feel the guilt so much."

"So how do you feel about all of this now?"

"I think I am in love with you Sir, It has been better than I ever could have imagined."

"Did you tell Hubby about our adventure the other day?"

"Yes Sir, I told him when we got into bed last night."

"And what did he say about that?"

"He wants you to come for dinner at eight o'clock Saturday night. The kids will be in bed by then and he wants to watch us do it after dinner."

Talk about sick, no wonder I was able to take control of her so easily. This guy must be around the bend but who am I to pass up a hot MILF like Joan. So after a couple of days of cyber and phone sex with Joan, I was there at eight on Saturday night.

Harry opened the door for me and extended his hand in greeting. I ignored it and said, 

"Hello Harry."

He withdrew his hand and answered,

"Hello Sir." It was the only name he knew and my suspicion was conformed, he was probably just as submissive as she was!

Then I saw Joan. She was dressed as instructed, wearing only her choker and high heels. She looked so desirable and I could see how aroused she was. Those nipples were almost an inch long.

"Hello Sir," she said.

"Is that how you greet me?" I opened my arms for her.

"Oh no Sir," and she ran to my embrace

Her arms went around my neck and her body, from her knees to her lips, fused itself to mine. Her nipples were like bullets trying to penetrate my chest and her hand was behind my head pulling it down so she could get her tongue into my mouth. My hands grabbed her luscious ass and I pulled her against my hardened cock. I looked at Harry and the dumb fuck was stroking his cock through his pants. 

"Do you understand this Harry? Do you realize that when she wears this choker she belongs to me? You can't kiss her, you can't hold her, and you can't fuck her. She is my property and my slut."

"Yes Sir, I understand. She looks so hot and so beautiful; this is what I want for her."

"Then go sit in that chair over there and get your hands off your cock. When she is with me your cock belongs to me to and all you can do is watch."

I turned her around to face him and I placed one hand on her tit and the other around her waist. I wanted him to see it all and as I pinched her nipple, she moaned. I bent her from the waist then put her elbows on his knees, I then grabbed her hair and pulled her head up and said,

"Look in his eyes."

As she did I slid my cock into her and she groaned.

"Is this what he wanted for you?

"Yes"

"Are you sorry you did it for him?"

"No."

"Tell him you want to be my slut."

"Harry, I want to be his slut."

"Now cum for me slut."

And cum she did, looking into her husbands eyes; she came so hard I could hardly hold her up. I came too, inside of her, and so did Harry without touching himself, but he was still inside his pants.

The three of us were frozen in time for just a few moments, digesting what had just happened. I sat down and pulled her to sit crossways on my lap. Her arms went around my neck and her face went against my shoulder. She way quietly crying, I said,

"Is this what you wanted Harry?"

"Yes......no.....I don't know. It was so much more intense than I expected."

"How about you Joan, how do you feel?"

"It was incredible."

"Do you want it to end?"

"God no, I want you for my lover forever."

"I will never be your lover."

"Oh, please don't say that."

"But I will be your Master."

I felt a shiver go through her body and she said.

"Ohhhhhyesssssssssss."

I looked back at Harry, 

"Are you going to give her to me when I want her?"

"I don't know. I never intended it to go this far."

She lifted her head and said to him,

"You started this, I didn't want to do it, but now this is what I want. Whenever he asks for me I am going to him whether you like it or not. Now you can share me or I will leave you but I will never leave my Master." Harry said,

"I don't want you to leave me."

"And I don't want to leave you or my children, so what will it be?"

He hung his head in defeat and mumbled,

"I'll share."

She squealed with delight and slid off my lap and sat in his,

"Oh thank you honey, don't worry I am going to keep you happy. Oh, what am I sitting in? You're wet. You didn't. Yes, you did. Oh Harry!"

She got up and sure enough there was the evidence of his ejaculation on the front of his pants. I knew then that I had not only her but him too. He would be her cuckold husband and I would have my fun with both of them.

"It's after nine o'clock and you invited me for dinner, how about we eat now." Harry said,

"Wait a few minutes; I want to go change my clothes."

I looked at him steely eyed and said,

"Didn't you forget the 'Sir' part?"

"This is still my house."

He looked at me and I could see the resentment in his eyes and I knew I had to quash this rebellion at once.

"When I am in this house, this is my house and she is my slut and for that matter so are you. I will use her and you in any way I wish and I will get the respect and obedience that I deserve. She already knows that if she disobeys me, I will walk, and I am telling you that the same applies to you. If I walk because of you, do you think she will walk with me or stay with you? Even if she stays with you what do you think your life will be like?"

I looked from him to her and back at him. Her eyes were shining with admiration and his were downcast and his shoulders were slumped in dejection.

"May I change my clothes Sir?"

"Just take them off and get naked. That's good enough for the rest of the night. 

Joan had every thing ready for dinner so I made him our butler. I sat at the head of the table and I had her put a cushion on the floor and sit on it next to me. He served me and put a plate next to me for her and I had him sit at the other end with his dinner. I ate and fed her hers and we excluded him from our conversation. I had her laughing and happy, eager to please me and while he was busy serving and clearing she was under the table fondling and sucking on my cock. After dinner I asked him if he wanted to watch any more. He declined so I took her to bed and it was a repeat of the afternoon fuck session. I left her exhausted and asleep, at 3am.

I called her at lunch time on Sunday.

"Hello Joan."

"Hello Sir, I am so glad you called."

"How is everything at home?"

"Quiet Sir, he took the kids to the swimming pool so I could sleep."

"How are you feeling?"

"Wonderful. I love you Sir. Can I see you today?"

"No, you have your kids to take care of and I want you to take care of Harry too."

"You mean I have to......"

"Yes, everything you do for me I want you to do for him."

"I don't know if he is up to it, Sir.

"Well now that you are officially a slut you will figure out a way."

She giggled and said, "Yes Sir, if you say so."

I told her to meet me tomorrow at the downtown mall; I wanted to take her shopping. We went to a naughty lingerie shop and we bought her a shelf bra, a push up bra and even a maternity bra (so I could uncover her nipples). We bought a corset that was so tight she could hardly breathe but it was amazing what it did for her hips and bust and thigh high stockings that didn't need garters. Blouses and dresses to show her cleavage and skirts tight enough to display that round ass. I sure hope Harry could afford it all. When I took her home and dropped her off I told her I was taking her dancing next Saturday night and she could invite Harry to come along.

I called her on Tuesday and when I asked how everything was, she said Harry was pissed off over how much money she had spent. I asked,

"Did you fuck him good?"

"Oh yes Sir, by the time we finished he was happy camper."

"Did you tell him about Saturday?"

"No Sir not yet, I left him happy."

"Smart girl."

"But I need your loving Sir."

"I'll be over there Wednesday and then we will have Saturday."

I fucked her Wednesday from 10 till 2. She is such an insatiable slut; I think I created a monster. I came to pick her up on Saturday at eight o'clock, Harry answered the door. He was wearing shorts and a tee shirt when he said,

"Hello Sir."

"Harry, you are not dressed to come with us."

"No Sir, it bothers me too much to see how she is with you."

"What's the matter Harry isn't your sex life better than it ever was?"

"It is Sir, but knowing she is this way because of you still hurts."

"Live with it Harry, I am enjoying her too much to give her up now."

Just then she came into the room and she was breath taking. I guess she had gone to the beauty parlor and that, added to the lingerie and dress we had bought, made her feel beautiful and it showed through her. She did a little pirouette in front of us and asked,

"How do I look?" I could only say,

"Magnificent."

The dress showed plenty of cleavage and combined with a new bra that lifted and separated, her tits showed as beautiful half moons. The tight skirt somehow showed her ass as twin mounds that wiggled with every step she took. She had transformed, from a run of the mill MILF, to a sex goddess and she was mine.




Be Careful What You Wish For



She had a smile that looked as if it would split her face in half when she asked Harry,

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" His glum reply was,

"No, you go and have a good time."

"OK, honey. Don't wait up for me."

I took her to a supper club where we ate and danced. On the slow dances she glued herself to me and on the fast ones she moved like the wanton slut she had become. I think every man in the place noticed her and wanted her, but I had her and that night I made up my mind that I would never let her go. I fell in love with her. It was near midnight when she said,

"Please take me to your home. I want to make love to you."

I couldn't have heard sweeter words and we rushed to my place. When we got there I went to take her into my arms but she said,

"No, let me show you how much I love you."

As good as she looked in her new dress and lingerie she surpassed it when she sensuously took them off. She did a strip tease that had me hard even before she touched me. Maybe it was because she had changed from a conquest to the woman I now loved but she became beauty perfected in my eyes. She used her body to caress mine. I never knew tits, and lips could apply themselves so softly and erotically to my body. When she got to my cock she made love to it like it was the Holy Grail and then she got me off with her mouth. I don't know where or how she learned to make love like that but I realized then that I wanted her all to myself. Harry had to have been out of his mind to want to see her do these things with another man. I kept her home with me until Sunday evening.

We walked into her home just after dinner and she went to change her clothes and put the kids to bed. I sat down with Harry. I said,

"I'm in love with her."

He looked at me with a sad expression on his face and replied,

"And she is in love with you."

"It's not what I expected or intended Harry when I started this."

"Neither did I when I pushed her to fuck another guy. It's mostly my fault."

"So what are we going to do?"

"I can't stand the situation the way it is now."

"Neither can I, I don't want to share her anymore."

"You can have her. The sex she gives me is good but there is no love in it anymore. I can tell she does it only because you told her too. I have lost her already. I just don't want to give up my kids."

"Let's see what we can workout."

We finally did work it out, it wasn't perfect but every one was reasonably happy. By the time the kids got to high school Harry found a new wife who I am sure he never bugged to fuck another man. 

Me? I had every man's dream, a woman who is lady to the rest of the world and is a submissive slut for me in my home.



Be Careful What You Wish For



Like all good intentions, it started with what I thought was a good idea. At the time, I was living with a gorgeous girl named Lisa. A Jennifer Love Hewitt look-alike, except Lisa is sexier. Although kind of short, Lisa has curves that entice, legs that stun, and an ass to die for. It was probably the ass that did me in.

Our love life was active, if not repetitious. For myself, I couldn't get enough of the lovely Lisa and her equally scrumptious body. She is one those women who were made for sex, sultry and sexy, with a wicked undertone of sensuality, like Carmen Electra. But, like the rich man who always wanted to get richer, I wasn't content with just the status quo, I wanted more.

I'm kind of an anomaly as a man. Although I appear to be a rather macho-type, deep down in the recesses of my psyche, there is a definite and pronounced longing to submit to a beautiful and haughty female. Where this masochistic streak comes from I don't know. Bringing it to the surface is usually a relationship killer so I've been battling with suppressing it all my life.

Fortunately for my fantasy life, Lisa is fairly imaginative and went along with most of my role-playing games, but I was careful not to cross the line into an arena where she might think less of me, although there were many times I wanted to. Having been smitten by her incredible beauty, I didn't want to chance losing her by revealing some of my perverted sides.

Sadly, my life started to unravel after I had one of my brilliant ideas.

Thinking I could sample my need for servitude by creating a fantasy scenario, I left early one Saturday after informing Lisa that we were about to embark on a new game.

She perked up at once, having learned that every time she joined in one of my sexual games she was rewarded by a number of expensive gifts. And there seemed to be a part of her that had fun too. Anticipating another shopping trip, she awaited my instructions. 

I never left the parking lot. From my car I phoned her. Surprised at the quick jump into the game, Lisa was caught off-guard. Not wasting any time, I informed her that I was sending someone over to help her get ready for a night out on the town. After she was ready, an expensive dinner would be followed by a night of love-making bliss that would knock her socks off.

"What do you mean, you're sending someone over?" The tone of her voice relayed her suspicions. I was entering a dangerous area. More than once I had included suggestions of adding other men in our bouts in bed, although to date, they were only fantasies. So far, Lisa believed in a monogamous relationship and I had been rejected with her even entertaining the possibility of being with another man, even if it was only verbally.

"Don't worry; he won't do anything you don't want. In fact, his equipment is off-limits, he understands that."

"What does that mean?" Her tone was still very suspicious. I was treading on thin ground, but my need to travel down this dangerous road overcame all sense of caution.

"He's there as a servant, just a lowly servant—to help you get ready. He's going to take you shopping, pay for some rather nice and expensive gifts, and then prepare you for my night."

From the pause, I could tell that she was hesitant about the game. She must be weighing the prospect of gifts against whatever perversion I was conjuring up. "I don't know what you mean about preparing me. What, exactly, is he going to do?"

"Anything you want. The only rule is that he can't use his rather insignificant tool. In fact, he can't even bring it out. I told him to bathe you, massage you, powder you, and dress you. He's to get you worked up for an incredible fuck later tonight. You can have him do anything you want except put his thing in you."

There was a significant pause. My heart raced and I wondered if I had gone too far. 

"I'm still not sure about this. Why would anyone go along with this?"

"He does it because I told him to. He does anything I ask."

"He does? Why?"

"It's just the way it is. We can get into that later. Right now, think of him as a servant, in fact, treat him like you would a servant. He expects to be ordered around, even mistreated. Make him do whatever you feel like. The important thing is that I want you so hot and ready for this evening that you'll do whatever I want."

"I understand your motivation, but I don't know if I want to get some stranger involved in your kinky little games."

"Lisa, trust me. It's not real. It's a fantasy. Besides, it will be worth it. The shopping trip alone will make it worth it. Think of adding to your wardrobe."

"We'll see."

After I hung up, I took a deep breath. The next part of the adventure would either become the highlight of my life or the possible end of our relationship. Either she was going to go along with my wicked little game or throw me out on the street. So, I put on my best servile hat and walked back home. 

You see, in my depraved scenario I was also going to play the part of the servant.

When Lisa answered the door I could tell she was nervous. Because of our conversation, she obviously expected another man. When she saw it was me a look of confusion spread across her brow. 

"What are you doing...?"

"Hi, you must be Lisa. I'm Tim. John sent me to take care of you." I offered my hand. She glanced at it in befuddlement. A frown appeared and I thought my little game was doomed. Rejecting my offer of my hand she turned away. Surprisingly, the rude gesture caused a stir in my trousers. Nothing I like better than being spurned by a gorgeous and impervious woman. Maybe this was going to work.

Standing at the doorway I couldn't help admire her cute ass. The way it swiveled and rotated as she sauntered down the hallway made my mouth water. Man, I loved that ass. So far, I had managed to resist it. By that, I mean my servile tongue had not yet declared its need to worship that area. Fear was the motivator behind my reticence to express my adoration. 

Let me explain my dilemma. I crave the feeling of worshipping a gorgeous rear end. In my perverse mind, the ultimate subjugation to a woman is kissing her ass. The problem is that once a man does that, there's no turning back—the relationship changes and the woman holds the upper hand. While I desperately ached to surrender to her delicious derriere, I had waited, knowing that once I demonstrated this final act of debasement that our roles would be permanently altered. In my experience, not many women appreciate a man's tongue in their asshole and more than a few find it disgusting. As far as I could tell, there was only one of two ways a relationship could go once the man lowered himself to worshipping his woman's ass. Either the woman got up and left in disgust, or, from that moment on, she ruled the roost. 

Breaking the reverie, Lisa looked over her shoulder and led me down my new path of slavery. "Well? Are you coming? John said that you would do anything I wanted."

"Oh." Usually eloquent, the prospect of being allowed to continue the game had taken my gift of gab and replaced it with a swollen tongue.

"Tell me, Tim, exactly what is your relationship with John?"

I had to be careful how I explained this part of the game. "Let's just say that I'll do anything he wants me to."

Her brow arched. "He is your master, isn't he?" she asked. She watched my response closely. This wasn't the first time I had assumed the role of another man with her, but it was the first time I had played the part of a servant. Usually our games involved me donning the cloak of a television repairman or masseuse, using my anonymous position to seduce the lonely and frustrated wife of an unresponsive husband.

"Sort of," I mumbled. I had to be careful. I wanted to play the game, but I didn't want to give away my need to eagerly fill the role. My idea was to play both roles—master and slave, thereby fulfilling both needs to rule and be ruled. So far, in our relationship, I had always been the ruler.

"What do you mean sort of? He's either your superior or you're some kind of sick pervert. Which is it?" The way her eyes probed made me wonder if she knew what I was up to all along. It wouldn't be the first time I underestimated a woman and fell victim to her all-knowing ways. 

"I'm his servant, I guess." The answer was unsatisfactory, for both of us, but she let it go for the time being.

"Well, servant, come with me, I'm in need of some service. Draw me a bath, and make it hot. Add some of that perfume you see on the counter. I want candles and some champagne." I watched her enchanting butt disappear into the bedroom before hopping to my chore. 

Part of my masochistic needs was a secret desire to do all of the household chores, but there was a catch. I wouldn't get the charge from the subservience unless Lisa told me to do the work. An important aspect to the surrender was being conquered. As a typical male, I was accustomed to the woman doing the dishes, cleaning and laundry. But I wished she would change that.

I was on my knees checking the temperature of the water when Lisa entered the bathroom. She was wearing a simple terry robe, white and short. By that, I mean it barely covered the areas I desired most—her hot and nasty pussy and her luscious, scrumptious ass.

"Don't you look cute, on your knees like a good servant?" I started to rise. "No, no, stay right there." Lisa sat on the toilet. The robe rode her thighs as she crossed her legs. My eyes watched as if glued to the sight. I prayed for a shot of her tantalizing box. Too sly, she made sure I was denied.

"Let's get the rules established before we go any further," she said. I waited like the good servant I hoped to become. "Your master said that you would do anything I told you to do. Is that right?"

I nodded. "Look at me," she instructed. Reluctantly my eyes left her creamy gams and rested on her probing orbs. "You're rather rude. My body is off-limits to you. I would certainly not let a lowly servant like you even look my naked body. Is that clear? Now, tell me what you understand your instruction to be."

I gulped. I know what I wanted to say, but was afraid I might be making a mistake. It was the slow, hypnotic swinging of her leg that persuaded me to take a chance. Emboldened, I began my journey down depravity road.

"My master said I should get you ready for an intense night of sex. He wants you clean, smooth and your body all creamy with lotion for him. I'm supposed to bathe you, massage you, help you dress and get you into the proper mood for his enjoyment."

"I see. How, exactly, are you supposed to get me into the proper mood?"

"Well, I think he had in mind that you might want some oral service. You know I'm not supposed to use my...uh..."

"Your little tool—is what he called it." My face reddened causing a chuckle from her.

"Yes, my tool." 

"Your little tool—is what he said. Apparently, he doesn't think much of it. Why is that, do you think?" My face had gone from red to crimson.

"I think that compared to his, mine is not very big." 

"That's just precious—a man admitting that he isn't very well endowed. I guess that's why you're his servant. He's the alpha male and you're the beta. Well, since you're at my beck and call, maybe you're more like the omega." She stood. "Stay on your knees, head down, and help me off with my robe. I don't want to waste showing my body on you."

With head cast down, I reached up and helped her off with her robe. She slid under the water before I could get more than a glimpse of her creamy white figure. 

Handing me a washcloth, she leaned back. "Make yourself useful. You may wash my body, but don't get carried away."

Lost in a sort of masochistic lust, a cloud of rapture that disengaged my brain and allowed me to swirl into the abyss of servitude, I began my solemn duty. As softly as I could, I cleaned every square inch of her goddess form. All the while, Lisa appeared to sleep. 

Losing myself into a haze of compliance, I started with her feet. I washed every inch, stopping to work between every toe before creeping up her instep to her ankle. Somehow I resisted the urge to lean down and suck each appendage into my mouth. Slowly, I massaged my way up her calves. The soft and supple muscle turned to putty under my hands. Gradually, I worked my way north. Her thighs were like a down pillow—firm yet pliable.

Before rhapsody took over and I did something I shouldn't, I left her luscious legs and moved to her neck. Massaging gently, I worked the kinks out of her long, lithe-like neck. Her shoulder muscles gave into my persuasive fingers. Moving down her limbs, I caressed her arms and then scoured her armpits. I wanted to lick her underarms just to show her that I was willing to do anything to demonstrate my devotion, but held back. 

Instead, I inched down her chest toward the loveliest set of breasts known to man. With the cloth between my fingers and her skin, I floated around her magnificent globes as if they were priceless works of art. In a way, they were. A sigh emerged from somewhere deep in her throat as her nipples hardened. Taking her moans of pleasure as tacit approval, I continued my tender treatment of her breasts and nipples.

My fingers circled around the aureole and squeezed slightly. They grew taut. Playing with the tips, I applied a little more pressure. Lisa loves to have her nipples pinched, almost to the point of pain, but only after the proper amount of teasing. I played with the tips like a virtuoso with his violin. 

Another sigh escaped her throat and she pressed her legs together. Enjoying my performance as much as she did, I reluctantly left her breasts and wandered down her stomach. As I left her boobs, a groan of frustration came from her throat. My hand slid down toward heaven. At the edges of her mound of fur I roamed for a while. Circumventing the folds, I washed the insides of her thighs. Each time I neared my goal I stopped and went down her thigh instead. Lisa was getting hot. 

"I should wash your backside," I said. 

"What?"

"He said I should make sure you're clean back there. I think he has plans for that particular area." For months I had been begging Lisa to let me fuck her in the ass, but each time I had been rejected, sometimes quite vehemently. Part of me wanted to push it, just to see whether she would become so indignant that she would slap my face. Despite her objections, or maybe because of them, I kept pleading. I don't know why the act of sodomy was so important to me, but it was. 

"He does?" she chuckled. "Well then, maybe you should get to it." She rose to her knees and turned that gorgeous piece of art so that it posed right in my face. Seeing it so close, it took a minute before enough blood could return to my brain for me to function. It took every ounce of willpower not to cover that glorious object with kisses. With washcloth in hand, I began the precious journey.

The smooth, creamy globes were covered with soap as I fondled the soft skin. In my humble opinion, there is nothing in the world that compares to a great ass and right in front of me was the greatest one of all. With a sigh, I realized that I would willingly wash Lisa's perfect backside until I died of hunger. 

Finally, I dared to explore the nether regions of that glorious rear end. Soaping the cloth thoroughly, I swooped between the mountains to the valley in between. Back and forth, up and down, I washed with the reverence her beautiful ass deserved. 

"I think that's good enough, don't you?" Lisa asked.

Her words snapped me out of the spell her luscious buttocks had put me into. "What?"

Lisa laughed. "Maybe you check it, especially if your master wants to play with it tonight."

I looked up at her. Her eyes held a wicked sneer. "Since you're my servant, I think you should check to see that it's really clean." There was a challenge in her words as well as her eyes. As I mentioned before, I had come close a number of times to kissing her ass but had never crossed the forbidden barrier. The perverted act, even during the course of the game, was an irrevocable step. Although worshipping her ass was the ultimate form of homage, it meant that I could never go back to being her equal. 

As the inner debate raged, the decision was made for me. A slight wiggle and I was doomed. From that moment on I was guided by the brain between my legs. It seemed that my fate was sealed. 

Surrendering, I leaned forward. My lips barely touched the smooth skin. A sigh escaped my heart and I knew I had finally found my true calling. 

My mouth tenderly caressed the globes. My tongue washed the skin with adoration.

"Go ahead," she said—the words I had been longing to hear. With her approval, my tongue, with a mind of its own, sought its goal. Snaking between her perfect globes, it searched for home. Blindly, my worshipful tongue found the tight entrance. Like a tentative teenager trying to penetrate his first virgin, I pushed slightly, almost afraid to enter. "Go ahead," she said. "You need to check if it's clean enough for your master."

Go ahead, I did. My eyes closed in reverence. My tongue licked inside, going as deep as it could penetrate. I was kissing Lisa's ass, actually, to be technical, I was French kissing her ass. In that instant, the game soared past play-time and reached reality. A sort of blissful peace overcame me and I surrendered to her glorious backside. Had she let me, I would have stayed there forever, but she became bored with my adorations.

"That's enough. You're getting to much enjoyment out of this. Get me a towel."

I scurried to my task like an eager puppy. Still on my knees I held the cloth out so she could step into its folds. From my position I could survey Lisa's delicious pussy firsthand. It took all of my willpower, along with Lisa's restrictive hand, to keep from falling forward and devouring her scrumptious pussy with the devotion it demanded.

"Not yet. You haven't been that good yet. I need a massage first."

Lisa allowed me to powder and perfume some very strategic areas, all of which I wanted to worship with mouth and tongue. 

She lay on the bed, naked as the day she made me fall in love with her. For the next half-hour I rubbed and kneaded every muscle on her perfect body. 

She rolled over. "I think it's time you did some more checking."

"What?"

She spread her legs. "You're supposed to do whatever I tell you." I nodded. "Check my pussy. See if it's clean enough to get fucked later on." A glistening from between her legs beckoned me. I had eaten her pussy before, many times, but never with as much enthusiasm as I did now. 

Lying between her gorgeous gams, my arms wound under her thighs to cup the ass I loved. My mouth sought the soft folds of her clitoris. My tongue darted forward and tickled the every micro-inch of the area. I kissed, sucked, and licked. I molded my mouth to fit the surface around her pussy.

Slowly, I worked my oral magic. My devotion to her needs was my highest priority. Nothing else mattered to me other than her pleasure. Once I gave into subjugating myself to her, worshipping her pussy became better than any sex I've ever had.

"Your tool might be worthless, but your tongue is pretty good. What should I call you, by the way?" Somehow, despite my eager manipulations, Lisa was managing to stay cool. The fact that I was trying so hard to turn her on and she seemed so nonchalant about it was driving me crazy with uncontrollable lust.

"Tim," I quickly ad-libbed, my tongue barely moving off of her clitoris for the answer.

"Your name is Tim—as in Tiny Tim?" A sneering sort of chuckle, one that I would hear often, broke out. "That's certainly appropriate. Did your Master name you that?"

"Yes," I mumbled into the depths of her folds. Her hand reached down and patted me on the head. I wiggled. The little guy rubbed against the bed. From the manner in which he was responding to her belittlements, he seemed to be enjoying the humiliation.




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"Tiny? Is that because of your lack of size in a certain area?"

Again I mumbled something to the positive. Despite the ridicule, I was becoming increasingly aroused—or maybe because of it.

I continued my ministrations until she enjoyed a memorable climax. As she came, she grabbed my hair and yanked my mouth to positions she coveted. I always took a perverse pleasure when she grabbed me during sex, whether it was by digging her fingernails into my back as we fucked or jerking my head around as I ate her out. There was something so deliciously wicked about her giving me pain while I pleasured her. 

"Oh, that was nice. Your master isn't very good at that, but you sure to know how to work a tongue around a pussy." She patted my head. "Or an ass, for that matter."

Lisa rolled to one side. My head remained where it was so I was faced with her precious backside.

"Since you were so good, you can have a treat." I waited for further instructions. "You may have one kiss at your favorite place."

Although I was at the peak of embarrassment, I almost exploded in my pants. Not only was she granting me the honor of worshipping her perfect derriere, she was ordering me to do it. Could life get any better?

My worshipful mouth sought its goal and my tongue extended to its fullest extreme. I heard a soft sigh as I penetrated the rosebud.

After a few minutes of adoration, she pushed me away, bidding me to help her dress. 

During our time at the mall, Lisa grew more comfortable with her role as the mistress and I loved every minute. She treated me like I was so far beneath her that I was insignificant to her. My poor little soldier was aching with masochistic desire. My role in life was to carry the packages, pay for the clothes, and listen to her condescending treatment. 

Holding up a particularly low-cut and sexy pair of panties, she snidely asked me, "What do you think of these, Tiny? Do you think your master will approve?" 

To be continued...



Be Careful What You Wish For



She was driving home along the county lanes, with the roof of the car down, enjoying the warm summer evening. Suddenly she had to stop because a black van was stopped across the road, it had its hazard lights flashing but she couldn't see any reason it was there, and she couldn't see anyone with it. She waited for a minute or two and was just about to get out, when she felt rather, than saw, someone run up next to her. Before she had a chance to react, she felt a sharp pain in her neck and just had time to register a syringe and a hand before everything went black.

He pushed her to the side and slid into the driver's seat. He drove the car off the road into the verge in between the trees. He then pulled the van up next to the car, opened the side door and simply lifted her in. Shut the door, locked her car and jumped back into the van. It took less than 5 minutes.

He stripped her of her clothes and using soft rope tied her hands to an eyelet in the side of the van over her head. He opened her legs and fixed them to a spreader bar. He checked the cameras were working and focused, then sat back and waited for her to come round. As she started to stir, he reached out and began to stroke her clit.

As she began to wake up, she was disoriented. She felt like she was in her bed, and her husband was playing with her, stroking her clit. She smiled and stretched, but when she went to move her hands she couldn't, she realised they were fixed over her head. At last! He had acted on his own, instead of her begging him. Or had she? Had she asked him, she couldn't remember, she realised she couldn't actually remember getting into bed, or even getting home. She shook her head and tried to focus on the feelings he was inducing, forcing all other thoughts from her mind. But try as she might to get lost in the moment, something was nagging away at the back of her mind.

Then suddenly she was awake! She tried to sit up but couldn't, she looked down at the strange man sitting between her legs stroking her clit, he was grinning. She started to struggle to try and get away from him, from his thumb, but he just kept right on rubbing her clit. She screamed at him, to get away from her, to stop touching her. But he just slid his fingers into her pussy, still grinning. 

"Are you trying to tell me you're not enjoying this?" 

"NO! I'm not enjoying this. Are you mad?" 

"Really" He leant forward and rammed his fingers into her pussy, causing her juices to squelch around his hand. "It sounds like you're enjoying it" He pulled his fingers out and rubbed them together in front of her face, "It feels like you're enjoying this." He grabbed her face and forcing her mouth open, he pushed his fingers in and then his tongue, after he had kissed her, licking her juices off his fingers at the same time, he said "And it sure tastes like you're enjoying it." 

She tried to twist away, "I thought you were..." For some reason she didn't finish the sentence, but he realised, and was highly amused. 

"So your old man ties you up, does he? And you like it. Well, brace yourself baby, cause we're going to take it to a whole new level." 

"No, please, don't." But he was already back between her legs, this time he went down on her, licking the whole length of her pussy lips from bottom to top and swirling his tongue around her clit. She was trying to get away but he had hold of her hips and she couldn't prise herself free. And then, to her horror, she realised her body was still responding. No, it was not possible, no one in this situation could. But she could feel it start to build up, deep inside her. She was begging him to stop. She struggled even more, this was too humiliating, she couldn't bear it if he realised. But of course he realised, he was counting on it. He pushed his fingers back into her pussy, and he could feel it contracting around them, like her pussy was trying to milk his hand. He put his thumb into her pussy as well, swirled it around to lubricate it, then pressed it against her arse. She froze, he pushed, and his thumb slid past the resistance of her sphincter. She tried to get a grip of the feelings by keeping still, holding her breath, but it was too much, the sensations were overwhelming her; and he was having none of it. He pumped his hand in and out of both her holes at the same time, hard, sucked on her clit drawing it into his mouth, where he rasped his tongue over it and she was lost. She came sooooo hard. She was gasping for breath and screwing her face up, trying not to let him know, but there was no hiding it so she shut her eyes, desperate not to see the look of triumph on his face.

But the camera trained on her face caught it all, and you saw her shame and humiliation at her response written all over it.

Before she had a chance to recover, he moved up, positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and just slammed into her. She had no time to prepare, as soon as she realised what he was going to do, it was done and he was buried deep inside her. Her mind was 

still reeling from the massive orgasm she had just had and before she had time to protest, or even draw breath, he started pounding in and out of her, which just sent her straight over the edge again. Only this time there was no hiding it. She was moaning and crying out loud, completely overwhelmed by the strength of the feelings he wrung from her body. She still pleaded with him to stop but with absolutely no expectation that he would.

And, although she would never have admitted it, she didn't want him too. She had wanted her husband to role-play this exact scenario for a long time but he had been very reluctant, worried about hurting her. Now it was happening for real, it felt as though she had electric shocks running all over her body, her pussy was spasming around his cock, and she was thrusting back against him as hard as he was pounding her. They came together, grinding against each other, to prolong the moment. He collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath and dripping sweat. 

As soon as he could talk, he said "Christ, you're hot". But for her the moment was over, and she was horrified at how she had responded to him, she'd had no idea how exciting the whole thing would be, but it should have been her husband helping her find out, not this stranger.

Then he moved and she realised he had lost none of his hardness. This wasn't over.

He hadn't forgotten what he had told you he was going to do, but she had been so wet he hadn't been able to resist fucking her pussy first. He knew once wouldn't be enough for him, it never was when he was raping someone. He loved seeing their reaction when they realised he wasn't done with them.

He slid out of her, sat back and pressed the button on the spreader bar that released it, so he could slide her ankles closer together. For a brief moment she allowed herself to hope that he was done, even though deep down she knew he wasn't. With her feet closer together, it was easier for him to turn her over.

He pulled her up so she was on her knees and clipped the bar into the floor so she couldn't move it. She had some backward and forward movement but not much before she head-butted the wall of the van. He looped a collar round the back of her neck and fixed it under her chin. Then he tilted her head up and fixed the other end to the wall of the van. It held her head at an uncomfortable angle, but meant her face was turned up to the camera, which she still didn't know about. 

He moved back behind her, running his hand down her side and over her arse. He could feel her whole body trembling, and she didn't know what he was going to do yet. This was what had won him the chance to be the first to take her and he didn't want to disappoint. He pressed his erection against her arse, and again ran his hands along her sides. As he sat back on his heels, he ran his tongue down her back, and across her puckered hole, where he just swirled it around. She gasped and tried to pull away, she had thought he was just going to fuck her from behind but she suddenly realised he might have something else in mind.

"NOOOOOOOOO! Not that! Not there!" But, of course, he ignored her, and slid his tongue deep inside her arse. He pushed his fingers back into her pussy and brushed his thumb across her clit. He steadily worked more of his hand into her pussy until he was almost fisting her, and then held it there, while he tongued her arse and circled her clit. She was sobbing and twisting from side to side as much as she could, but it wasn't enough to dislodge him. She had had an occasional finger up her arse but not very often and she had never been licked there. In fact, his thumb was the biggest thing she had ever been penetrated with there. This time, even though she could feel tremors running from her over stretched pussy all over her body, and she was very much aware of his thumb on her clit, she was too terrified of what he was going to do next, to give in to the feelings. She was sobbing, begging and pleading with him, all the time her face was turned up towards the camera. But he persisted, and as her pleas continued to fall on deaf ears, she gradually ran out of steam, and was reduced to sobbing quietly to herself.

He knelt up, pulled his hand from her pussy, wiped her juices onto his rock hard cock, and positioned himself at her virgin hole. He held his cock head and pushed firmly against her arse, again feeling her resistance, but ever so slowly, it stretched to accommodate him, allowing him entry. She screamed the whole time; it felt as though her arse was on fire. Once the head was in, that was it; he thrust hard and buried himself deep inside her bowels. Her head was tipped up; tears running down the sides of her face, she was taking short, panting breaths trying to manage the pain. He held still for a moment to allow her to get used to it, and then began fucking her arse hard. He was gripping her hips, his fingers buried in the flesh of her thighs, pulling her back against him, slamming into her. As he slid in and out of her arse, he was stimulating parts of her that had never even been touched before and it was starting to take effect. She didn't know exactly when it stopped hurting as the pain had sort of morphed into pleasure, she desperately wanted to drop her head down and push into him, but she couldn't move her head at all, and that kept her off kilter. She was just being pounded, totally at his pace, with no control at all. He couldn't tell if she was still crying or was now gasping from pleasure but he didn't really care, this was all about him. This was the feeling of complete control that he loved, the feeling that turned him on more than any other. 

Although, he had loved the fact that she hadn't been able to stop herself from coming earlier, which had been a surprise. So as he pounded into her very tight arse, he reached around her and found her clit. He waited till he was approaching his climax, then rasped his fingers across it; he felt her start bucking underneath him. Whether it was the realisation that she had absolutely no control over what he was doing, or his fingers suddenly finding her clit, she didn't know but she literally exploded into a massive orgasm. This caused her arse to tighten around his cock even more, which in turn triggered his own huge orgasm. He pulled her tighter against him and holding her there, pumped his seed deep inside her. As she felt his hot cum flood into her, she came again, moaning loudly and straining against the collar holding her head up. All right in front of the camera.

He pulled his now softening cock out of her arse and sat back on his heels watching his cum ooze out of her ravaged hole. Her eyes were half closed, and she was licking her lips which were so dry from all her panting and crying. He reached forward and unhooked the collar holding her head from the side of the van, allowing her to sit back on her heels. He then stepped across her arms and knelt down in front of her with his back towards the side of the van. She pulled back as far as she could but it wasn't very far as she was still held by her wrists being fixed to the wall, and the spreader bar holding her feet to the floor. He took hold of her hair and pulled her face towards his cock, she struggled but he held her firm and digging his thumb into her cheek, pushed down, forcing the inside of her cheek onto her teeth. She continued to struggle as she knew what was coming, but it wasn't long before she could taste blood in her mouth. He kept the pressure on, managing to force her to open her mouth. He rammed a small hard rubber wedge in between her top and bottom teeth at the back so she physically couldn't bite down, and then rammed his cock in. With his hands twisted in her hair he pushed until he was all the way home and his pubic bone was pressed against her nose. She was gagging and retching, as much at the thought of where his cock had just been as anything, but he held firm and gradually she calmed down, and tried to breathe through her nose. 

Looking down at her, he said "Clean it. I want to feel your tongue." She glared back at him but made no move to do as he said. He reached to one side and picked up a riding crop which he showed her, causing her eyes to widen in panic and setting off a another bout of struggling. He kept hold of her hair so she couldn't dislodge him, and said "This will leaves marks, which you will have to explain. So clean it." He flicked the crop at her exposed arse cheeks, quite gently but hard enough that it stung, just so she knew how it felt, and started counting down, 5, 4, 3, 2. She moved her tongue, not much but just enough to stop the countdown. He stroked the riding crop down her back and across her buttocks, and then raised it again. She got the message and whilst hating herself for giving in, started to lick his cock as best she could with it rammed so far down her throat. He dropped his head back and groaned at the feel of her ministrations. It didn't take long until his cock started to harden up and the irony of him forcing her to prepare him to rape her again was not lost on her. He continued holding her against his cock, so all she could really do was lick at the underside of his member. 

After what seemed like an eternity to her, her jaw was aching and she was dribbling around his cock, he pulled out and put the crop down. He moved down to her feet and unclipping the bar turned her back over so she was lying on her back. He extended the bar pulling her legs wider apart again and fixed it back to the floor. He then unclipped her hands from the wall and pulling her so she was sitting up, he slid himself behind her. Holding her hands, still tied together, in one hand; he pulled her back so she was resting against him, his cock pressing against her back. 

He picked up a slim black vibrator and slid it down her stomach towards her groin. She wondered what on earth he was up to now, but was powerless to get away. The insistent buzzing of the vibrator being played over her mound and down the inside of her thighs began to have an effect. He used his finger to find her clit and held the vibrator against it; she stiffened and tried to move, to stop the sensations that were instantly coursing through her. But he could feel the tremors running all through her body and held it tight against her clit. Then just as she was about to lose control completely and come, very hard, he slipped. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed, but didn't have much time to be either. He found her clit again, and took her to the very brink of orgasm again, she was gasping and thrusting against him, and he let it slip. When he did it a third time, she realised what he was doing but try as she might not to let herself get to that point, the vibrations were too strong. Then he slid her hands down her body and wrapped her fingers around the vibrator.

"Here you do it." She tried to let go but he kept his fingers tight over hers and guided her back to her clit, he made sure she was in the right place and held her there until her orgasm started to build again. "This time." 

"No, please don't make me". 

"If you come one more time, then it's over. I'll let you go. And you'll come quicker if you do it." She wanted to believe him, and unbelievably she wanted to come. He kept holding her hand on the vibrator, over her clit, until she was again gasping for breath, then he slowly eased his hands away, sliding them down the insides of her thighs and up her sides to her breasts. So there she was bringing herself off while he watched and played with her breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples. Until suddenly she jerked forward and it was all he could do to keep hold of her as she rode the waves of her orgasm, she was crying out and then pushing back against him arching her back, digging her heels in the floor and thrusting her hips against the vibe. He held her until the spasms subsided then slid from behind her, laying her back down. 

She was exhausted and it took her a minute to realise that he had fixed her hands back to the wall. He moved down and knelt between her legs again stroking his enormous erection. 

"But you said." 

"I'm a rapist, it's just what I do." And he plunged his cock back into her dripping wet pussy, "And watching you make yourself come for me, is the hottest thing I've seen for a very long time." He started powering in and out of her cunt and almost immediately there were electric shocks running all over her body and it wasn't long before she was coming again. However he had already come twice so he was going to make this last a very long time. He was holding her hips and driving into her so hard she was banging against the side of the van, but she barely noticed as her orgasms just tumbled one after the other. She hardly knew where one ended or the next began. By the time he was even close to coming, she was almost delirious, whether from the number of orgasms she had had or from banging her head on the van, she didn't care. All she knew was that she had never come so hard or so often. When he did come he was grinding hard against her clit sending her over the edge one last time. They collapsed together, he was dripping with sweat, and she was twitching and spasming. 

As he lay on top of her trying to get his breath back, he said "Next time your husband ties you up and then gently fucks you, trying not to hurt you, you are going to be thinking about me, and wanting me to take you again." She shook her head vehemently but deep down she knew he was right. And looking into her sated eyes he knew it too, and smiled triumphantly. 

He got up and looked at her laying there, legs wide open, his cum dribbling form her cunt and ass, hair disheveled, lips swollen, and marks all over her breasts. He really didn't want to let her go yet, she had fought him all the way but had come harder and more than anyone he had ever raped before. He wanted to keep hold of her and do it, do her all over again, but knew he couldn't. He consoled himself with the thought that he would get to see her get raped next time, which she didn't know about yet, and hoped that he had shown the rapists to come how to do it. And that he had set the bar on how many times she could be made to come. 

He filled the syringe and holding her gently injected her, putting her out so he could dress her and put her back into her car. 

When she came to, she could hardly move she was so exhausted, but she knew she had to get home. She forced herself to start the car and was just about to back it off the verge, when her phone beeped. She stopped and looked at it; it was a message saying, Just in case you are thinking of going to the police, click here. She clicked on the attachment and she was watching a video, it was her holding a vibrator against her clit and clearly making herself come, while a man whose face was hidden, was cuddling her from behind whilst playing with her tits, and she knew there was no point in calling the police. As she watched, she slid her hand down inside her jeans and unable to stop herself, had one last orgasm.



Be Careful What You Wish For



Outside a storm raged as rain pounded against the roof and thunder rumbled through the night. A bolt of lightening pierced the sky, casting shadows of the old oak against my bedroom walls while the howling breeze caused a low limb to scrape menacingly across my window pane. It was all very cliché. It was Halloween, all Hallows' eve, Samhain. That time when the dead walk the earth, and the spirits can commune with the living. Call it whatever you like, it was my favorite time of year. First, I love to be scared. All that adrenaline and those endorphins pumping through my system were a complete rush. And second, I love that the stories on Literotica turn a bit darker.

Tonight I was lying in bed reading new story posts on Literotica. I had been through a few posts already, but this story had my heart racing as a young co-ed was taken in a haunted house by a ghoul, a werewolf and a vampire. As I read on I found myself rubbing my legs together to ease the ache which had started to develop. Unconsciously, my hand found its way beneath my nightshirt and I pulled the offending garment off. My fingers ran back and forth along my slit and slipped into my wet pussy. I withdrew my fingers and used the slick moistness to massage my throbbing clit. I gasped in pleasure, but it wasn't enough. Reaching into my "toy" drawer, I found my favorite dildo. It was average sized, purple, and realistically shaped. I brought the purple head up to my lips and sucked the length of it into my mouth. 

I read on as the co-ed sucked off the vampire while the werewolf ate her dripping pussy and the ghoul plucked and twisted her double D's. I sucked on the purple phallus as if I were willing it to shoot its load deep into my throat. The vampire now had a hold on the co-ed's head, slamming his cock into her mouth. He began to moan as he thrust faster and faster against the co-ed's pierced tongue. But before the vampire in the story came, I slammed the dildo into my dripping pussy.

I moaned at the delightful intrusion. My right hand continued to slam the dildo between my dripping cunt lips as my left hand grabbed and twisted my nipples. I pinched and tugged and twisted, imagining some lover's hands abusing my large nipples. I imagined him sucking them greedily into his mouth, biting them and making me cry out. The pain taking my pleasure another step higher.

I continued the ministrations on my nipples as my other hand continued to roughly slam the purple cock into my sopping pussy. I imagined my lover's weight upon me as he pistoned in and out of my tight hole. The imagined weight of him thrilled me. 

As I read on, the co-ed was now screaming around the ghoul's cock as the werewolf drove into her tight cunt and the vampire pierced her virgin ass. The mental image along with the purple phallus vigorously rubbing my g-spot had me groaning and coming just as the co-ed screamed out in ecstasy from her double penetration. My cunt convulsed around the dildo. I always seem to come harder when there is some imagined ass play involved.

I was panting against my pillow as my hands fell away from my body. The purple dildo slipped easily from between my quivering pussy lips. I closed my eyes and imagined the weight of my lover collapsing on top of me. I imagined the rasp of teeth against my swollen nipples. I imagined how the weight of him as he collapsed exhausted over me would make it difficult to take a deep breath. I imagined the panting breath of my lover against my neck. I missed that heavy heat and the pressure a real body would produce.

After several moments, my breathing slowed and I used the back button on my browser to return to the new stories portal. I was still horny. I was surprised when I noticed a new story had been posted this late in the night. I read the screen: Be Careful What You Wish For. It was listed as erotic horror and its description simply said: 'read me if you dare'.

I clicked on the story and was again surprised to see only one sentence. The words ran together, so I read them out loud to make sense of them:

Comeinfromthedarkmyprinceandenteryourwillinghost.

A loud clap of thunder startled me from the computer screen. It was one of those thunder booms which seemed to roll on forever. It shook the bed and as it continued, made the windows rattle and the floors vibrate. The wind outside seemed to have stopped for the moment, but I could still hear the staccato beat of rain against the roof. 

When I turned my attention back to the computer screen, I was back in the new story portal. I lay and watched the lightening flash through the bedroom windows for a few moments as the thunder continued its chorus of claps and rumbles. Usually a good thunderstorm put me right to sleep, but tonight I just felt horny. Too long without a man in my life I supposed. Dildos were okay. But nothing can replace the heat of a man. Or the feeling of his body pressing against you. Or the rasp of a tongue or the sting of teeth. I sighed and rolled over to open a new story. This one about a graveyard and awakening vengeful spirits.

The story started off with the typical boy and girl on their way to a party. As the story continues the boy says something and pisses the girl off. The girl then runs into a graveyard and the boy leaves her there alone. The workup to this story was taking way too long and I was ready to use the back browser to chose another story when a strong gust of wind made the low branch on my tree scrape across my window. It was like nails on a chalk board and my train of thought was temporarily broken.

I continued with the story. Now the girl was caught in a rainstorm and seeking shelter in an old mausoleum. It seemed someone else was also taking shelter from the storm in the stone building. A tall handsome man who soon was soothing the young girl's hurt feelings with his hands and his mouth.

I reached down and began to finger my pussy again as I read on. I was wet again. Or still. And as my fingers pinched my engorged clit, I once again slammed the purple dildo home. As I continued to read, the girl was pushed face first into the wall as her new companion knelt behind her and greedily lapped up the juices from her dripping pussy.

I continued to stroke my own pussy with the purple phallus. But as I continued to stroke in and out of my slippery channel it felt as if someone else's hand was guiding my own. The strokes became quicker, driving the purple cock deeper. It wasn't long enough to reach my cervix, but I suddenly wanted it to be. I wanted to feel that delightful pain when someone repeatedly slams into that wall, bottoming out in the moistness. Bruising, sweet pain. I moaned and rolled onto my back, completely forgetting the story.

Lightening flashed and I gasped as the light threw a shadow on the opposite wall. It only appeared for a moment, but it looked like a man kneeling on the bed. My hand fell away from the dildo between my legs, but the hard phallus still drove itself home. Panicked now, I tried to back away from the object penetrating me, but was unable to move. 

As another bolt of lightening flashed, I noticed the air above me swirled like smoke. The room was suddenly still and I could hear my own ragged breathing. I could smell the musk of my sex mixed with another heavier smell. I struggled to move again, and felt a weight settle over me. I could hear the slurping of my own juices around the makeshift cock as something warm and soft and wet enveloped my nipple. Involuntarily, I arched my back, pressing myself into the heat of a mouth that was greedily sucking on my swollen nipple. I gasped as teeth rasped the sensitive skin before biting down. My mind warred between pleasure and panic as my body reacted to my unknown visitor.

Another bolt of lightening flashed, and this time I could see the outline of a man spread out over me. The smoky air began to take form, and suddenly the imagined form was a whole. It was dark, but as the lightening continued to flash I could make out his body. He was tall with a muscular physique. Dark hair curled at his shoulders. I could not make out much else in the darkness, but I could feel his hardness against my right thigh. From what I could feel he was huge, bigger than any of the boyfriends I'd ever had, and I suddenly wanted to feel him inside me.

Another flash of lightening and I could see his broad shoulders as he held himself over me. One hand was planted next to my head, while the other pulled the dildo from my sheath and tossed it aside. His head remained bent as he continued to suck and nibble on my sensitive nipples. With his other hand free, he began to tug and twist on my breasts. I tried to move my hands. Not to push him away, but to pull him closer. To press his head harder into my breasts. To encourage him in his ministrations. 

His head shook slightly from side to side, and my hands were raised above my head and held there by some invisible force. Again I tried to struggle, but he pressed his weight harder against me, pinning me to the bed.

'Who?' It was all I could get out before a rumbling chuckle sounded from his chest. 

'Be careful what you wish for.' His voice was dark and smooth. And I forgot everything but him and the pleasure he was giving me.

His mouth began to explore more, running up my neck and sucking on my earlobe. His hands twisted in my hair, yanking back. The pain made me gasp and my tormentor quickly covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue deep. The contact was divine as the ache from my tortured scalp made my pussy clench. 

His tongue continued to thrust in and out of my mouth, mimicking the thrust of his cock against my leg. Too soon his hands released my hair and I let out a groan of frustration just before he pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefingers. He twisted viscously and I moaned in pleasure as he laughed against my lips.

'Such the little pain slut aren't you?' That deep timber in his voice made me want to rub myself against him, but I was still unable to move. I wanted to plead with him to touch me more, to fuck me hard, but his tongue was relentless in its exploration.

He continued to torture my nipples as his tongue delved deeper into my willing mouth. He tasted divine. I wanted to suck him. I wanted to feel him slide his cock between my lips. I wanted to feel him hit the back of my throat as I swallowed him. 

I was about to beg him when he thrust his huge cock into my wet cunt in one stroke. I screamed out in pain. I could feel him pressed up against my cervix. I was completely filled. My pussy lips stretched painfully around him. He didn't wait for me to become accustomed to his size as he pulled his hips back and slammed forward again. 

With each stroke he pulled back with just the head of his cock resting inside my stretched lips, then thrust forward ramming into my cervix over and over. The force of each penetration jarred my body and rocked the bed. Soon the pain became pleasure and I moaned loudly with each thrust. 

I could not have dreamt a better lover. There was just the right amount of pleasure and pain in his love making. His hips rocked against mine. His hands reached under my knees and pushed them up against my chest. His trusts went deeper and I could feel him rub against my g-spot each time he pulled back. I was close to coming when he suddenly withdrew. I cried out in frustration.

He paused for a moment, looking down at me for the first time. His eyes were glowing a soft red, and a flash of lightening revealed a set of horns protruding from his head. I cried out in terror, not knowing who or what he was, just as he speared my body with his cock again. I came screaming, in terror, in pleasure, in pain.

His thrusts came harder and faster. My pussy quivered as he drew another orgasm from me. He thrust forward one last time, his head pressed tightly against my cervical wall as he shot his seed into me. He groaned as I felt spasm after spasm filling my pussy.

Afterwards he collapsed on top of me. I smiled as I felt his moist heat against my skin. His cock remained sheathed in my pussy, softening only slightly as his delicious weight settled on top of me. I felt his seed begin to trickle out of my cunt around his softening cock and I sighed in complete satisfaction. As we lay there he began to feel heavier and heavier and I tried to maneuver from beneath him. The more I moved, the heavier he felt and I found it harder and harder to breath as his weight settled further onto my chest. My vision blurred around the edges and in the distance I could hear him laughing as he said again 'be careful what you wish for'. The last thing I felt was teeth rasping over my nipple before darkness overtook me.



Be Careful What You Wish For



"You look positively thrilled," A soft, feminine voice caught Craig by surprise. The young man, in his mid twenties, had been leaning against a wall in the banquet hall trying to avoid being seen. But, for some reason, this pretty woman had spotted him and stopped by to talk. She stood close to his height, around 5'9", and had gorgeous, long red hair; it was a shade of red that was almost impossible to get naturally. She had the traditional hourglass figure, and her natural curves were accentuated by the form-fitting black dress that she wore. This woman was the kind who could talk to any man she wanted; Craig wasn't entirely certain why she'd picked average him.

"Oh yeah, can't you tell?" He answered with a nervous little laugh. "These work functions are really exciting. I can hardly contain myself."

She smiled at his answer; it was a charming, almost dazzling thing that somehow reached her rich green eyes and made them twinkle. Craig found himself lost in her eyes, zoning out while staring at them. He didn't realize he was doing it until he noticed that she'd been talking and he'd missed the first part of what she'd said.

"... a shame. There has to be some way to make it interesting for you." Craig caught the end of her sentence, detecting just a hint of mischief in her words; he wasn't sure why such an innocent sounding statement unnerved him, but it sent a chill up his spine.

"I wish you could, but I doubt it." He answered. The way she smiled at his response creeped him out even further.

"Be careful what you wish for," she replied with a wink. "Why don't you walk with me and tell me about some of your coworkers?"

Craig wanted to tell her no, to make up some excuse as to why he had to keep leaning against the wall and pretending not to be seen. But, for some reason, he found himself nodding and agreeing. He just felt compelled to take up her suggestion. "Sure. Um... I'm not really sure what you want to know about them, though. They're really not that interesting, I promise."

"Maybe not, but I'm sure we can find something interesting in anybody. What about her?" The mysterious red head motioned to a young blonde girl, waif thin with large breasts. The young woman was a knockout for sure, and the way she continually flipped her golden hair over her shoulder and looked about the room suggested that she knew people would be eyeing her.

"Oh, that's the boss' daughter Nicole," He answered almost at once. "She's 18 and just started college a few months ago. She's always been really stuck up and looks down on most of us. He bought her those fake tits as a going away present when she left for college." Craig was mortified the second the words came out of his mouth, but he just couldn't stop them. After the red headed woman asked, he just could not stop himself from spilling the beans.

When the red head looked from him to Nicole, Craig could almost feel something happening; it was like static electricity in the air, making his hair stand on end. Nicole, who had been talking to an older woman this entire time, reached up and began to slip the straps of her dress from her shoulders without missing a beat of the conversation. She slowly pulled the dress down from her form, allowing her large, perky breasts to bounce into view. Though large, they seemed to defy gravity with their slight upturn and gentle bounce. The mounds were topped by two small, perky nipples that were already quite erect. She pulled the dress down until it was lying pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in only a pair of black panties and stockings. All the while, she and her companion kept talking, and nobody other than Craig seemed to notice what had happened.

"What's going on?" He exclaimed out of shock; several people, including the mostly nude Nicole, shot him glances at his outburst.

"Making this boring meeting more exciting for you," The red head replied, mischievously. Craig felt that same spark in the air just before he witnessed the odd behavior continue. The brunette that Nicole had been speaking with idly reached into the glass she was holding and pulled out an ice cube. She began to trace it along the hard, bare nipples of Nicole while they talked, causing the young college student to whimper lightly between words. Nicole's hand slipped inside of her panties, moving down to rub lightly at her covered pussy while her companion teased her nipples and they made small talk.

Craig looked around the room in dismay, seeing that nobody else looked at what was going on as out of the ordinary; an executive woman in a black skirt suit was preparing the stage for a speech and many other people on the floor were engaged in conversations of their own. All the while Nicole was moaning loudly and rhythmically slipping fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She had given up on trying to talk, but instead just nodded along with whatever the other woman was saying.

"How are you...?" He hissed, leaning over to whisper it in the red head's ear; he didn't want to draw any more attention to himself.

"Oh, I can do lots of things. Don't ask a lady to reveal her secrets," She replied with a wink as she looked toward the lewd act that nobody seemed to be taking any notice of. She made a subtle motion of her hand, one that Craig barely caught sight of. But, whatever she did, it seemed to add more fuel to the proverbial fire.

The woman in front of him trailed the ice cube down the young woman's stomach, slipping her hand into her black panties and, from the gasp that came out of Nicole's lips, pressed it against her hot pussy; when she pulled her hand back out, it was without the ice cube. The brunette woman then reached to the hem of her own skirt and began to tug it up, until it was bunched at her waist; she slid her panties and stockings down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Craig was left staring at her very wet, clean shaven pussy when she began to idly stroke her own clit. But something didn't seem quite right, as her clit began to grow harder and longer with each rub. After a minute of that, she was standing with a clit that resembled a ragingly erect cock jutting obscenely before her.

Nicole looked down at it with obvious surprise before seeming to fall to her knees out of instinct. She scooted forward and wrapped her large tits around the massive clit, tilting her head down to lick the tip of it; the other woman moaned approvingly. More changes seemed to be rocking the body of the brunette woman; her labia began to swell, growing heavier and rounder until it dangled between her legs like an obscene parody of testicles. She'd begun to slowly thrust her hips back and forth, sliding her newly formed cock between Nicole's tits and into her waiting, wet mouth. Nicole made muffled moans against the meat slipping into her mouth while the brunette woman gripped the back of Nicole's head to hold it in place. From the look on her face it didn't look like it would take her long to cum.

Craig realized that he'd been so focused on watching the insanity before him that he had completely missed this red headed woman having lowered his fly and extracted his cock. Or maybe, he thought, she'd done something to keep him from noticing. It wasn't until he felt his own orgasm starting to build that he noticed her little hand wrapped around his member, pumping slowly. 

With a loud moan, the brunette woman quickly pulled her cock-clit from the mouth of Nicole and gave it a few final strokes before blasting a load of cum onto the blonde's face. Craig had never seen anybody cum to hard, so much. Nicole was absolutely drenched, white cum splattered across her face and into her hair, dripping down onto her firm tits. At almost the same time as her orgasm, Craig felt his own release as he shot his cum out in front of him in long, streaming arcs. He didn't ejaculate nearly as much as the woman, nor did any of his land on the gorgeous kneeling blonde girl. Instead, his cum landed lazily on the tile floor in front of him. He noticed a strange tingling sensation in his cock after the last of his sperm had been fired out. A little hint of worry began to nag at his mind as to what that could mean. She still didn't let go of his somehow still hard member, though.

The mysterious red head cast a look over her should at him, a smirk resting on her lips. "Is it a little more interesting for you yet?"

"Um, yeah... I think that's an understatement." He replied.

"Good. I think we can have a little more fun with this place." She replied, starting to walk away and leading him by his cock as she did. They left Nicole kneeling on top of her cum splattered dress, idly rubbing the vast amounts of jizz into her skin and licking her fingers clean.



Be Careful What You Wish For!



I never liked night clubs; noise, sweat and drink were not my style. It wasn't where I liked to find a woman, no finesse, no charm, just the animals in a pack waiting for the rut. No, definitely not my style. I stared into my beer, it tasted like piss. A little blond brushed against me, dark roots, leather shorts barely covering her big arse. Her friend staggered behind, an early casualty to binge drinking. As I said, no finesse and definitely, no class. If only there was one woman here to tempt me; no chance, time to leave. If if I was lucky I could pick up a lonely shopper in the local all night supermarket, or get a microwave curry. As I turned I caught sight of a dream, a vision of loveliness.

Leaning against the bar was a woman, no as I said before, a vision. Petite yet elegant, a body sculpted by an artist, slender but with an arse made for caresses and small pert breasts that begged for a tongue to tease their jutting nipples. Her hair, red and long, flowing down to her shoulders. She turned toward me, I could see her deep blue eyes, actually I was already drowning in them. She smiled and tilted her head on one side, an unspoken invitation. How was this woman alone, why were there no men hanging around her? I should have suspected something but here was my dream woman, perfect in every detail. She was here for me, to be my plaything. My throat was dry, my heart pounded in my ears, my cock was hard and aching for her touch. She had me on a leash without saying a word, without a touch. I was powerless, without a hope, without a prayer.

I was frozen to the spot, the music faded, nothing seemed to exist but her and me. She pushed her drink along the bar, ran her hands down her dress, smoothing it over her curves and floated, elegantly across the floor. She reached out and ran her finger tips down my thigh. She took my hand.

We were on the dance floor, her hips locked to mine. She moved around me always touching, her fingers tracing my cock, her hair against my cheek, her lips on mine, her buttocks pressing and sliding, her inner thighs gripping my leg and she move down almost to her knees and back up, her tongue on my neck. The heat of her soft flesh burning away any self control I had. She took my hands again, moved my fingers over her hard nipples, cupped her breasts with them. I could feel her mound moving slowly along the length of my cock. I could feel my cum boiling up my shaft only for her to move away, a laugh in her eyes, quenching the immediate urgency of my lust. 

I was being seduced on the dance floor oblivious to everybody else, it was if they didn't see us. I hardly moved, I couldn't move, the room and this temptress spun around me, I was being sucked into a vortex, a whirlwind of lust and I couldn't resist. She teased my ears with her tongue, breathed the words I wanted to hear, "shall we go?" I followed like a puppy.

The street outside was deserted, damp from a recent shower the slickness reflecting red neon lights, the pavements steaming. The only sounds were the clicking of her heels and the rustle of her dress. She led me up the steps of a hotel I had never noticed before. The doors swung open and we were in a faded, once grand, lobby. The hotel clerk didn't pay any attention to us as we walked to the lift, his dog made to bark, but decided against it. 

The lift swept us to a room, it could have gone up or down, her scent, her touch, her presence filled my senses and left no room for anything else. She kicked off her shoes and draped herself around my neck. My hands worshipped her body, my mouth covered hers, I mumbled loving words to her, undressed her slowly. Her dress slipped down her gorgeous curves, I kissed her breasts and her belly, licked her inner thighs as I rolled her stockings down her lovely legs. I sucked in the scent of her, my tongue caressing her pussy lips through her silk panties. I pulled them down and tasted her wetness, sweet and dizzying. I lifted her camisole over her head and moved my hand over her firm breasts. My hands slid down the elegant curve of her back to stroke her rounded buttocks, parted them to stroke he puckered anus, my cock straining, my cum rising once more. I could not have believed the beauty that was laid before me, her nipples erect; I ached to suck on them, her pussy lips swollen and pouting inviting my fingers to stroke them. Her head went back, my mouth on her throat as my thumb rolled over her clitoris, making it erect, making her sigh and moan. Her finger nails raked down my back, pulled me on to her

I was naked, how I don't know, but her soft body calmed any fears. My cock felt almost unnaturally hard against her belly as I strained to touch and kiss all of her at once. "Fuck me," she said in a husky voice. Her fingers held my shaft, easing it down towards her waiting lips. My cock brushed her clit, and rested against her opening. Something held me back, but what? Safe sex, or something else. "Do it," she growled, there was nothing for it, I plunged into her waiting depths, her lips gripped me.

What the hell? Where there should have been warmth there was cold, where there should have been ecstasy there was pain. I tried to pull out but I was gripped with ice. She laughed, a guttural, awful sound as her hips moved me back and forward. Her cunt clenched and squeezed, I plunged into her despite the pain despite my rising fear, again and again I thrust. I felt my body being turned until she was astride me. She rode me, raped me, feeding on my pain, delighting in the agony she was inflicting upon me. Her breasts bounced in time with the rhythm of her fucking. In spite of it all I moved my hands to caress her, her erect nipples in the palm of my hands. Her face now took on a look of bestial glee, of twisted beauty. The agony increased as I felt my skin tear inside her but still she moved up and down, plunging onto my stiff and tortured manhood bringing me to an indescribably painful orgasm, above my screams I heard a cry out with her own orgasm and felt her juices flood over my shaft like a melting glacier as I passed out. 

I woke to see her standing over me, I looked down and my penis was OK, except it felt cold, I touched it, it was like ice. She knocked my hand away and started to wank me, hard and fast, her grip tightened and tightened, swelling the head, bigger and bigger. I screamed but her grip only got tighter and tighter still. My cock head felt like it was ready to explode. Her hand was relentless, cruel and pitiless, I was dizzy. She moved her head over me stretching her lips to cover my glans. Her mouth was a blast of antarctic cold, her tongue swirled over the ridge, teased the slit. I wanted to cum, needed relief but she slowed and licked my shaft down to my balls. The cold made them ache, her fingers moved to my glans, as they moved they burned my flash adding a whole new pain but bringing me close to another orgasm. Her tongue and lips moved back up my shaft and over my cock head, her teeth gripped like a trap and my cock erupted, I felt it tear apart, blood and semen spewing into her. She opened her lips like a maw, showing me the ruination of my manhood. Blood and semen slipped down her chin, she licked around her mouth her tongue flicking like a snakes. I wretched and collapsed.

I came round in time to her naked hips and arse slinking through the doorway, a laugh floating on the air, containing all the humour of a disaster. The room stank of sex and suicide, of blood and rot. My head ached, I was exhausted and I felt empty, dirty, violated, but I wanted her, missed her already. Her panties and stockings lay on my chest, I looked down, my cock was whole but cold, so cold, ice against my belly, it ached like frostbite. Placed neatly next to it was a calling card, all it said was.....'You are mine'.



Be Careful What You Wish For



It was 11 o'clock on Friday evening, he was dozing on the sofa...half watching tv, half thinking about what might happen the following night when His phone beeped...a message...from Miss...

"Put the key in the usual place, strip and put on your whore panties and your cuffs. Get a kitchen chair and have it in the doorway facing the living room. Sit on it, attach your ankle cuffs to the legs, put on the hood and wait. Do you understand whore?"

"Yes Miss x"

His stomach flipped...they were due to play the next night, tonight she was out with friends. He hurried about his tasks, his cock thick and hard in anticipation. In position he waits...it seems like ages, but is perhaps 10 minutes until he hears the key. She says nothing, but he hears her walking over and then feels her pull his arms back attach the wrist cuffs together...and then tightly bind his arms to the chair back. His cock jerks, getting even harder.

"So whore...surprised to see me...except of course you can't see, hah! I've been out...playing...I found a nice big cock to use me...hmm, longer and thicker than you whore...he took me outside and fucked me against the wall..."

As she spoke she played with whore...dragging her nails down his straining cock, pulling his nipples, biting his neck so he could smell her...

"He was a great fuck...and great with his mouth too...I have marks and bites on my neck, my shoulders...and Jesus could he kiss...I was so wet whore, can you imagine that...my knickers are soaked...as you're about to find out..."

She lifted the hood so that his mouth was exposed and pushed her soaking knickers into his mouth...he grunted, feeling how wet they were and tasting her arousal, images in his head of her being fucked with brutal passion against the wall of a nightclub. The hood was pulled down again and she continued...

"In fact he was so good, I decided that I had to have more...you don't mind do you whore? I need a lot more of that cock...and you're going to watch me get it...is that ok with you whore?"

The jerk of his cock told her all she needed to know, it was like a steel bar and it jerked again when the doorbell rang...his doorbell...he was going to watch Miss get a proper fucking on his living room floor...he groaned, feeling sick to the pit of his stomach...and more turned on than he'd ever been in his life...

He heard low voices, but couldn't make out the words and then there was a snip and then another...she had cut a whole in the hood for each eye...

"We don't want you to miss the show do we whore? And it will be quite a show...look at my stud...he's going to fuck me into the middle of next week and back again...and you're going to sit there in your red whore panties watching him do it...pathetic aren't you?"

He found himself nodding, unable to stop and she squeezed his cock painfully tight as she finished talking. She turned to her lover and they were immediately all over each other...mouths joined, hands grabbing, scratching, almost ripping the clothes from the others body. And then we was inside her, whore caught sight of his cock...Christ it was big, but it slid in easily...filling her...he was standing, her legs were wrapped around him and he held her up with his hands on her arse...his fingers probing her. She was impaled, biting at his neck and shoulders...moaning uncontrollably...the first cum starting to rip through her...

The next hour was a blur, he fucked her in every conceivable way and in some ways that whore hadn't conceived. At one stage she was cumming almost continuously...how could he keep this up, but somehow he did...she liked it hard and he was taking her places she had never been. Finally with Miss in her favourite doggy position he came for the first time...loudly, pumping into her for what seemed like an eternity while gripping her neck and head and forcing her face into the cushion...his cushion.

For a few minutes there was nothing...she needed to recover...she had never been used so thoroughly, filled so completely...she had one thought, I must have more...

"Did you enjoy that whore? I certainly did...and judging by the state of your pathetic cock you did too...I can't believe that I used to think that thing was big...hah! Now I need more...and I think with a little encouragement stud can give it to me...you want that don't you whore?"

He nods...he can't help himself...her nails on his tormented cock...if she held it he knew he'd explode...so did she...so she didn't...

"So whore, are you going to make that stud cock hard for me...if you do you get to cum, eventually, if not I'll leave you like this overnight and come back in the morning to free you...after a night of being fucked. Do you understand your choice whore?"

He nodded again...they both knew the answer. She lifted the hood and removed the gag, he worked his jaw...it was going to need to be loose. She led the stud over, by his cock...it was soft, but certainly not small...and placed it in whores mouth.

"Open wide whore...and make me proud...Miss needs more fucking...earn your cum by making this stud cock hard for me"

And he did, slowly at first and then eagerly...tasting her on this cock...a cock that incredibly was already starting to swell...taking pride in his task...using his tongue...sucking it deep...it filled and stretched his mouth.

"Well done whore, you are pleasing me...just a little more...I need to make sure my arse is properly wet so that I can take that amazing cock in it...it will make me scream, but I have to have it..."

And then she did...both have it and scream...he tried to be gentle, but they both soon realised that wasn't going to happen...words starting tumbling from her mouth...harder, fuck me hard, use my arse, ruin me...she was tight so it couldn't last long, even though he had cum already...her hand reached back and found her clit and they both started to cum at the same time...her biting his arm to stop from screaming, he biting her shoulder to stop from shouting. They collapsed...finally satiated.

She went to whore...scooping cum from her cunt...using it to coat whores aching cock.

"I'm going to hold your cock whore...I'm too tired to do any work...fuck my fist...you have one minute in which to cum..."

Stud stopped dressing and watched as whore frantically started to buck against her fist, the chair moved as he fought for the combination of friction and motion he craved.

"30 seconds..."

He became more frantic, he had to cum...

"15 seconds..."

Close, I'm close...

"5 seconds..."

And then he was there...cum exploded from his cock, spraying everywhere...he continued to thrust against her hand, milking himself until every last drop was spent...he slumped back in the chair...he'd never felt anything like that in his life.

She wiped her cum covered hand across his mouth and turned to stud who was now dressed and ready to go. She led him to the door...they kissed and there was a whispered conversation...he was doing most of the talking...she looked at him and nodded. She closed the door and walked back to whore...

"Well whore, I imagine you want to know what we were just saying...what I was agreeing to? Well the truth is I need more of that cock...and I'll do pretty much anything to get it. Luckily stud is happy for me to have it, but only after he's tied me to a hook in his ceiling and beaten me back and front with his suede flogger and then with his belt. As you can imagine I didn't need to think twice about that...talk about win win whore...hah. So tomorrow afternoon before I come to use you as previously planned I will be whipped and fucked...you will have your phone on and will hear every bit of it...I can only imagine what that will do to you! Oh and one more thing..."

She went to her bag and took something out...he couldn't see what it was, but soon realised as she starting attaching it to his deflated cock.

"This is a CB-6000...you'll be able to pee and clean, but nothing more. If you get hard the studs inside will make you very uncomfortable...I'm expecting you will be very hard tomorrow afternoon whore and very uncomfortable. I have the key..."

The padlock was attached and his cock was secured...hers to unlock when and if she wanted it. She held his stare, until he nodded and broke eye contact...beaten, totally submissive and with a cock that was starting to harden. She dressed quickly, unlocked his wrist cuffs and went to the door.

"See you tomorrow whore and remember to keep your phone close"

And then her final words, words that would be in his head continuously for the next 24 hours at least...

"I did warn you whore...you should always be careful what you wish for!"

THE END



Be Careful What You Wish For



The bar was busy. I'd had a little too much to drink and the room began to swirl. I caught sight of him watching me so I gave a seductive smile and stuck my tits out a bit further. I was wearing an extremely low cut top and liked how my boobs looked good in it, it caught the attention of most men and I enjoyed teasing them as I bent over the bar to order another drink. 

My short skirt showed a little more flesh as I leant over. I became aware of him standing next to me at the bar and he smiled at me cheekily as I looked over to him. He told me I looked gorgeous and glanced down at my tits. I enjoyed his attention and teased him by telling him he could never come close to touching them, stuck them out some more for him to see and turned away.

Not long after, I stepped outside for some fresh air. The street was quiet, a few cars lined up ready to take people home. I looked over and noticed the guy from the bar standing nearby, watching me again. I walked over to him and asked him if he still liked my tits, sticking them out even more and pulling my top down. 

I stood close to him for him to have a good look. He looked at me and said nothing but reached out and took a strong hold of my arm and walked, leading me to a parked car. 

I struggled and protested he let me go but he tightened his grip, opened the back door and pushed me in. He glared at me as he followed and sat with me on the back seat, giving instructions to the taxi driver for an address near-by. He tightened his grip and I was struck with a silencing fear. I was aware of a throbbing sensation as my knickers became wet and sticky with my juices. 

The car pulled up, he opened the door and pulled me sharply by my upper arm, telling me in a stern voice to shut up. I stumbled after him, whimpering in fear as he lead me to a house and opening the door pushed me violently inside into a dark hallway. I could smell his aftershave, he smelled good and in the darkness I pushed myself against him, my hands on his chest, undoing the top button of his shirt. 

He said nothing but loosened his grip on my arm. I stood on tip toes reaching up to kiss his neck but he suddenly took me in both his hands and firmly turned me round. Standing behind me he walked, pushing me forwards up the stairs and lead me to a bedroom. 

Still dark, I couldn't see much in the room apart from a big bed and a chest of drawers. He released his grip and walked away from me. I took my chance and went towards the door but he stormed over and caught me roughly grabbing my long hair. I yelped and fought him with all my strength but he was stronger and pulled my hair down sharply, the pain tearing through my scalp. He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back as I stumbled under his strength. 

I cried out but he yanked my hair telling me to shut up. He led me to the bed and pushed me onto it. I fell, crying out as I landed on the duvet, clutching my bruised arm. He followed shortly and wrestled me as I fought him, hitting out where I could. I landed a slap right across his cheek and he stopped still for a moment pulling one hand up to his cheek to feel the damage I caused. 

He glared at me and retaliated, slapping me hard across the face making me fall back onto the bed. I was shivering with fear but increasingly aware that my knickers were now soaked and my nipples, now falling out of the top I was wearing were hard and tender. 

I lay cowering from him, waiting for him to do or say something but he remained silent. His silence scared me and my pussy throbbed even more. I was enjoying this treatment and I secretly wanted him to know it. He pulled a thin piece of rope from his pocket and leant over me reaching for my wrist. I pulled back but he gently pulled it towards him again. His gentleness reassured me and I let him take my hand. 

He tied it tightly, I could feel the rope against my skin and my pussy released more juices. He must have realised because he reached down putting his hand up my skirt and stoked my pussy through my lace knickers. He exclaimed when he felt how wet I was and I felt his cock bulge through his jeans. He smiled and bent over me, kissing my neck. 

He reached for my other hand and tied them together, then putting them above my head he tied them to the bed post and secured them tightly. I tested it by pulling at my wrists. He assured me I wouldn't escape and smiled as he explained I was now his sex toy and I must call him my Master. 

I was under his control and would pay the price for teasing him at the bar and behaving like a slut. I gasped and pulled harder at the rope, shouting out 'Fuck You!' He smirked and lashed out a vicious slap across my cheek. It burned. My pussy was now dripping wet and I was aching for him to fill me with his cock, still bulging from his jeans. 

He sat back on the bed and admired his captive. I hurled abuse at him ordering him to let me go. He suddenly leaned over me and ripped my top open, revealing my push up lacy bra, my big tits now exposed. He spat on them and slapped each one, stinging me across my nipples. He grabbed the top of my skirt and sharply pulled it off, down over my glossy legs. He spread my legs and stroked my pussy through my knickers, pulling them aside he exclaimed again at how wet I was. 

I tried to pull my legs away from him but he forced them open ripped my knickers off and slid his finger easily inside my hot sticky hole. I moaned as the feeling of his finger inside me touched the right spot. He pulled his finger out and slid in 2 fingers and began pumping them in and out with force, shoving them in as deep as they would go. I groaned with pleasure. He stood up and began undoing his belt, taking off his jeans and shirt. 

I whimpered 'no' and begged him not to fuck me, recoiling my legs to get away from him. His belt came down hard against my skin leaving an instant red mark on my flesh. I screamed in pain but he pulled me by my leg towards him again. Slapping me across the cheek he snapped that I was his to own and do what he liked and that I must accept it and enjoy it. 

He violently twisted my whole body over, my hands still attached to the top of the bedhead, my face now face-down in the pillows as my bare arse lay exposed to him. He cracked down the belt over my arse cheeks as I cried out for him to stop. Tears stung my eyes as he brought the belt down one more time on my raw flesh. Then silence. 

I lifted my head and tried to turn my body to see where he had gone. His hand came down on my head, pushing my face into the pillows. He held me there as I struggled to breathe then he lifted my head, pulling me by my hair, my neck now bent right back forcing my mouth open to breathe again. With my mouth open and my vulnerability exposed he lifted my soaked knickers to my face, wiping my juices telling me what a slut I am. I whimpered and tried to shy away from him but he pulled on my hair again and shoved the knickers into my open mouth. 

I could taste my juices and the cloth in my mouth made me gag a little. He held my mouth closed with the knickers inside while he reached for something to tie around me to keep it in place. I whimpered, now muffled, as he whipped his hand across my cheek for no reason. He bent down and kissed my gagged lips. I could hear him move behind me. I lifted my head and saw him straddle my naked backside. I could feel his hard cock against my skin, his hands all over my hips and my thighs. He started playing with my clit again and I moaned with pleasure at his touch.



Suddenly he pulled my hip up forcing me to rest on my knees, my arse in the air. I was afraid he would strike his belt against my tender flesh again but instead I felt his hard cock press against my wet hole. I struggled and tried to shout 'No' but he slapped my arse and reached to pull my hair, telling me to shut up as he pushed his cock into my tight wet pussy. 

It slid in easily despite my struggles, my juices betraying me. I whimpered as loud as I could but nothing was stopping him. He thrust in hard, his balls hitting my clit, his cock inside me filling me up. I groaned as I felt him inside me, I felt like a whore but I was so turned on. He thrust in harder and harder and deeper each time, grabbing my arse in his strong hands, pulling on my thighs to bring my arse towards him with each thrust. With each time he filled my tight cunt he banged against the wall inside me pressing against my sensitive G-spot. 

The pleasure was too much for me and I began to shiver as my body squirted out an enormous orgasm. He felt my pussy squeeze his hard cock inside me and brought him to climax too, his juices filling me, mixing with my juices.

He pulled out of me and gently rolled my glistening body over onto my back again. He reached over and slowly undid the gag, allowing me to take a big breath. He smiled at me and nestled close to me, holding me in his hot arms, his hands resting on my big tits. 

My wrists remained tied and I knew there was more to come but I felt good about it and I thought how he might use my mouth to pleasure his huge cock. I felt my pussy start to throb again and was sure my juices were starting to flow once more...



Be Careful What You Wish For



All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older. 

*

In hind sight Dave figured the Bar-B-Q / Pool Party at John and Ingrid's was probably the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.

In fact it was just the last in a series of minor transgressions, none of which he felt were hanging offences. But apparently his wife Marion felt differently.

They had been married for almost six years now and Dave thought they were getting along pretty well considering all the stresses of his new job and relocating and all. 

If he happened to find another woman attractive he couldn't help checking her out. But it seemed Marion had some kind of 'built in' radar about that kind of thing and anytime he looked twice at another woman when he was with her you can be sure she was on his case about it.

'Did he have to ogle every woman that went by?...Was he going to be an oversexed teenager forever?...Did he not realize how demeaning it was to objectify every woman he saw like she was a piece of meat?...Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...'

And if he happened to have said something a couple of times about how there were other ways to make love besides her lying lifeless on her back, sneaking peeks at the ten o'clock news while he toiled away between her thighs, well that was just him being totally insensitive all over again.

In fact Marion was an extremely attractive woman. In college she had been a cheerleader as well as having a 3.8 grade average. She had a great body, big chest, narrow waist and a heart shaped ass to die for. She was always getting asked out. But Dave was the one she had her sights set on. And six months after they graduated they were married. During that time Dave was surprised to find that someone who looked so sexy could be so prim and proper. He thought she had just been putting on that 'I don't think a girl should give up her virginity too soon' thing to land herself a husband. It was only after they'd been married for a year that he realized that, though he thought he was marrying Miss 'Hottie', who he really got was Miss 'Don't! I don't like that!', or Miss 'Stop it. You're messing up my hair!'

Two years ago they had moved from Portland to San Francisco when Dave landed a good job with an international shipping company. But since they had settled into the City by the Bay the romance seemed to have disappeared from their marriage.

Their lovemaking got more and more infrequent and Dave would have been lying if he didn't admit that he was getting more than a little sick of the missionary position. It hadn't helped matters when Marion asked him if he ever fantasized about other women and her admitted that he sometimes did. He wished he could take that one back.

Then there was the Pool Party. John and Ingrid had been there neighbors since they arrived in their new home. They were the same age as Dave and Marion and had similar interests so it wasn't surprising that they soon became friends.

It was great to have good neighbors. The one down side, if you could call it that, was that Ingrid happened to be a gorgeous blonde with an incredible body. She was definitely a consistent target of Dave's leering glances.

The night of the Pool Party there were probably thirty people there enjoying the burgers and wine and beer. It was a warm evening and after the sun set more and more people put on swimsuits and started fooling around in the pool and in the hot tub.

Ingrid put on a tiny white bikini that would have been illegal in some mid-western states. All the guys were tagging her with their eyes, Dave as much as anyone. At one point late in the evening she slipped into the hot tub. By that time Dave had his swimsuit on and she beckoned him to join her in the bubbling water.

By then Dave had had enough wine that he stepped down into the steamy water without a second thought. 

The next thing he knew Ingrid was pressing warmly against his side, her hand resting high up on his inner thigh.

Dave wasn't really paying much attention to what she was saying. It was taking all his concentration to keep from turning towards her and hunching up against her thigh like at dog in heat.

He did hear her clearly however when she whispered something in his ear like...'John and I wondered if you and Marion might ever have thought about swapping, with us...just for an evening...just for fun?'

Dave was so overwhelmed by this proposal that he totally lost his cool. He stammered something about how...' it sounded great but that he didn't know if Marion would be comfortable doing something like that. But he would ask her if he could find the right moment and he was really honoured that she and John were that comfortable with them etc., etc.' God! Had he really said 'honoured!'

Ingrid listened to his nervous stammering and smiled indulgently. Finally she said with a breezy wave of her hand...'Well, just think about it..."

And then she gracefully got up and left the hot tub. Dave watched her go with his mouth open in amazement.

Later that night as they were going to bed, Marion was complaining about being dog-tired and how dreadful the Watson's had been and what a headache she had. Dave picked that moment to mention that someone at the party, he didn't want to say who, had wondered if they might want to swap with them.

Marion, who had just sat down on the side of the bed with her back to Dave, went rigid and didn't say anything.

Dave wasn't too encouraged by this initial response but he plowed on.

These were friends who they were both quite comfortable with and he knew it was a 'kind of out there' suggestion but maybe it was worth considering.

Marion continued to say nothing but Dave could feel the temperature dropping dramatically in the room.

Then, in a very steady voice Marion said..."And I take it that if this...this suggestion is alright with me that you are in favour of this...this... of doing this?..."

And Dave said 'well of course he didn't want her to do anything she was uncomfortable with but if she felt she was ready for a bit of an adventure then he figured he could be up for it too.'

And that was when the shit really hit the fan.

What kind of a deviant was he? Didn't he have any idea how depraved, how immoral his suggestion was. This was probably all his idea wasn't it? Not some phantom friend of theirs. She couldn't believe the shameful depths of his imagination. And on, and on, and on.

And so it was that when Marion suggested that they go to couples counselling he ultimately agreed.

Oh his knee jerk reaction was 'No Way! There's nothing wrong with me.'

Which only made his wife more adamant that they should go. And when Dave thought about it, he figured that if maybe some shrink told Marion she should loosen up a little, maybe things might get a little more interesting around the bedroom.

So in the end he agreed. Marion had a therapist in mind that had been recommended to her by one of her gym buddies. Dave was fine with whatever she wanted.

So Marion made the first visit. She went by herself, which was what the therapist recommended. It was a two-hour session and when Dave got home from work that night he definitely noticed a change in his wife.

She seemed to be kind of glowing like she had experienced some kind of revelation. When Dave asked her how the therapy went she told him the doctor, Dr. Von Stramm, had told her not to discuss her treatment with him. Dave thought that was kind of odd but didn't pursue it.

Later that night when he snuggled up to Marion she immediately pulled away from him.

"Don't!..." she said firmly.

"We'll wait until after you been to the clinic."

Well Dave's first appointment was only two days away so he figured he could wait.

Two days later he arrived at the office of Dr. Elsa Von Stramm fifteen minutes early. He had been asked to come early to fill out the paper work. And there was a lot of it. There were also a lot of extremely personal questions that Dave wasn't all that comfortable answering.

After that he was ushered in to meet the good doctor. He didn't know what he'd been expecting but he was pleasantly surprised that Elsa (which is what she soon asked him to call her) wasn't at all the frumpy, overweight, middle-aged academic that he had been expecting.

In fact Dr. Elsa was almost alarmingly attractive. Even in a white lab coat and a pair of linen trousers it was obvious that she had a very shapely body. Her blonde hair was pulled up and coiled behind her head. She had an engaging smile and a very down to earth way of speaking. Dave didn't think he was going to have any trouble talking to her.

"Mr. Brickman? I'm Dr. Von Stramm."

"Dave doctor. Please call me Dave."

"Very well, Dave."

She rambled on a bit at the beginning about how the clinic's approach to couple's counselling was a little more 'Alternative', a little more 'Hands On' than he might expect. 'Was he alright with that?'

Dave said 'Sure. It was all about results as far as he was concerned.'

Dr. Von Stramm seemed pleased. She said in that case they would begin. Would he please go into the next office and remove all his clothes including his shorts and socks and put on the smock and trousers that were laid out for him there. They would be in with him in a few moments.

Dave said fine although he was a little surprised he had to change out of his street clothes. But in fact he had noticed when he came in that this place seemed more like a spa than a clinic. There were lots of staff dressed up in white shirts and pants and other people, patients, clients he guessed, coming and going in smocks and robes and slippers.

He guessed it all had to do with the 'Alternative' treatments.

He went into the next office, which basically contained a little desk to one side with a couple of hard chairs in front of it. There was a couch on the wall on the other side of the room and what looked like a massage table in the middle of the room. On that table was his change of clothes.

David took off everything he was wearing and put on what was on the table. That pants were light cotton with a drawstring closure and fit him very loosely. The top was of the standard issue hospital variety that you put on with the opening in the back and tied with a little string behind the neck. There was also a pair of those 'one size fits all' paper slippers that Dave put on as well.

He had just folded his arms across his chest because he was finding it kind of breezy in the little office when the door opened and a dark haired woman walked in. A cloud of a very exotic perfume accompanied her.

It didn't take Dave more than a moment to realize that this was indeed another attractive young woman. Even the dark rimmed glasses she was wearing didn't detract from her obvious good looks.

"Hi. Dave? I'm Abigail..." the dark haired beauty said, holding out her hand to Dave. She was holding a large canvas bag in her other hand.

Dave shook Abigail's extended hand and was surprised by the strength of her grip.

"Hello Abigail. I'm the new guy. I'm just waiting for instructions I guess."

Abigail smiled and looked at Dave appraisingly. Dave was doing his own share of looking too.

Abigail was wearing a white spandex top that accentuated her fully rounded breasts. Beneath that she was wearing what looked like snug fitting riding breeches, also white, and a glossy black belt cinched tightly around her waist. She wasn't wearing boots but she was wearing some black stacked heels that made her almost as tall as Dave. All she was missing was the little hat and the riding crop and she could have been on her way to the stables.

"Well maybe I can help you with that. Elsa explained to you that what we do here involves a certain physicality did she not?"

"She said something about the treatment being 'hands on' although I wasn't totally clear about that."

"Well you're about to find out..." Abigail said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

And with that she reached into her satchel and pulled out a heavy leather belt, kind of like a lineman's belt.

She took that over to Dave and, standing behind him she wrapped it around him and fastened the buckle so that it was snug around his waist.

Dave found that she was standing disconcertingly close to him. He could distinctly feel the pressure of her conical tits jutting into his back between his shoulder blades as she fiddled with the belt.

He was so distracted by the feel of those resilient mounds rubbing against him that he didn't notice it when she fastened his wrists to his sides with the padded cuffs that were part of the belt.

"Hey what the?..." Dave said in surprise as Abigail pulled an aluminum bar out of the bag and started to telescope it into a longer length.

Just at that moment Dr. Von Stramm came into the room and took in the scene before her.

"Just the hand restraints today I think..." she said as she strode across the room to sit behind the little desk.

"Yes, of course Elsa..." Abigail replied. She immediately began to collapse the aluminum pole with, what David thought appeared to be, a rueful expression.

"David. Today I think we will look at a portion of your wife's therapy session from the other day. Don't worry about the restraint. You'll understand what that's all about in due course."

"A short synopsis would be in order. I decided to start your wife on a course of hypnotherapy. It has proven very effective in many cases."

"You hypnotized her?..." Dave asked, a crooked little smile curling his lips.

Elsa smiled at him indulgently.

"Hypnotism is not for everyone, that's true. But people who have deeply repressed emotions need to come to grips with the root of these issues. I decided that Marion might benefit from revisiting some of her past experiences with more of a, shall we say, open minded perspective. I think you'll find the result very interesting.'

And with that she nodded at Abigail who dimmed the lights and then pressed a button on a remote she had picked up. There was an overhead projector mounted in the ceiling that came to life.

A picture started on the bare wall above the couch opposite Elsa's desk. It wasn't very clear. The room , which he realized was this same room, must have been dim where the video was being taken. 

No one offered David a chair or asked him to sit down. So he just leaned against the massage table to watch the images on the wall, his hands tied to his sides.

The doctor could be heard talking in a calm measured cadence in the background.

Marion was sitting opposite her in one of the chairs. She was wearing just a light cotton shift that didn't quite reach her knees. It looked like it was very sheer but it was hard to tell in the dimly lit room.

There was a round white light about the size and shape of a Frisbee mounted on the wall behind the doctor at just about shoulder height. That light was pulsing slowly brighter, then fading, then brightening in a tempo like a very slow heart beat.

Dave noticed that Marion looked very relaxed sitting in the chair. She seemed to be having trouble keeping her eyes open.

Suddenly Dr. Elsa could be heard more clearly.

"Now try and lift up your left arm Marion..."

There was a pause and then Marion said very quietly..." I can't..."

"That's fine Marion. Just relax. Now I want you to think about the thrill of your first toboggan ride, the exhilaration of your first kiss, the satisfaction of creating a fabulous meal for your husband. Do you remember those feelings?"

"Yes doctor."

"That's good dear. Now I'm going to give you a couple of suggestions. When you hear the word 'aeons' you will enter the kind of relaxed state that you are in right now. You will think about all those good feelings we were just talking about. You will want to feel like that again. And you won't let your inhibitions overwhelm you like you usually do. Instead you will just enjoy the moment. When you hear the word 'hectic' you will return to your normal manner. You will remember everything that happened while you were in this altered state. But it will be like you're remembering a dream. Whatever happened will only be vaguely clear to you but not totally forgotten. Do you understand me dear?.."

"Yes I do..."

"Well, it's been a very hectic week hasn't it?..." said Elsa. And at that point the pulsing light went off behind her and the lights came up in the room.

Dave watched Marion closely.

His wife sat there quite still for a moment and then she said...

"Excuse me? I seem to have got lost in our conversation for a moment?..."

The doctor smiled and went on to answer her when Dave turned to the actual Dr. Von Stramm and piped in..."You don't really think she's going to fall for this. She's not an idiot you know?..."

"I take it then that you don't think you'd be a good candidate for hypnotherapy treatment. I assume you don't feel that you're an idiot either?..."

But before Dave could answer she went on...

"Mr. Brickman. A subject who responds to hypnotic suggestion cannot be made to do anything that they regard as immoral or illegal. In other words you couldn't hypnotize someone and then get them to rob a bank or kidnap someone. They will not do something that is outside their ethical comfort zone. However some people, some very introverted people, can behave quite differently than they would have if they were not in an abstract state. If you will just be patient a little longer I think you will see what I mean. 

Dave returned his attention to the picture on the wall. At that moment the door to the interview room opened and two young men walked in. They both were wearing black tee shirts, loose fitting white cotton pants and sneakers. They obviously we're employees of the center.

Marion looked at the new arrivals blankly. Her shoulders stiffened at the interruption

Dr. Von Stramm smiled at her and said...

"Marion. You remember your old first year boyfriend Tommy Deere. You probably haven't seen him in aeons."

Dave was amazed to see his wife's shoulders visibly relax as she stood up with obvious excitement. She crossed the room and threw her arms around the young man's neck.

"Tommy! It's so good to see you! What a surprise."

Then to her husband's surprise she planted a wet kiss on the young man's mouth. It was really quick but still Dave hadn't seen that kind of enthusiasm from his wife in a long time.

Tommy said..." It's good to see you too Marion. You look great!..."

As he was speaking the young man's hand came up so that it was plainly cupping the outside of one of Marion's breasts. Dave was astounded that his wife made no effort to move it away.

"And you remember Andy,Tommy's cousin. I think he went with you on one of your first dates didn't he? To the Drive-In wasn't it? That must have been cosy...." Elsa said.

"Hi Andy. I think I do remember that night..." Marion said with an attractive blush.

"Well why don't I just let you guys have a few minutes alone to catch up. I have a couple of calls to make anyways. I'll be back in a little while."

And as she went out the door Dr. Von Stramm dimmed the lights in the room once more.

Dave couldn't help but ask...

"That's not really her old boy friend is it? It couldn't be."

"Of course not. Those are two of our valuable interns."

Just then Tommy was stepping back and saying..."You know Marion, I often think about that night and kick myself because I was so shy way back then. You probably don't really remember it. I wish we could do it all over again. Would you?...If we could?..."

Dave was aghast to see his wife step up to Tommy, put her hand on his chest and say in a very suggestive murmur...

"Oh Tommy!.. I'd do anything you want me to, you know that!"

"Geez Marion. I was hoping you'd say that. This is going to be great. Remember how we had to go in Andy's mother's car. That beat up old Chevy with the huge bench seats. That was just perfect wasn't it?"




Be Careful What You Wish For



"Come on Andy!...You have to drive. You're the only one with a license..." Tommy instructed, herding everyone over to the couch.

He had Andy sit on the left, Marion next to him and himself on the right. He immediately put his arm over the back of the couch and snuggled up close to the smiling blonde.

"Looks like we're just in time. All the trailers are done and the film's just starting."

He paused a minute and then said in an embarrassed voice...

"Oh my. I'm sorry Marion. I didn't know it was that kind of movie."

Dave could actually see a rosy blush rising from his wife's neck and infusing her face.

"I'll bet you didn't! And what exactly did you think you were going to get me to do while we were watching this. Oh my God! Is that thing of his real?"

At that point Tommy leaned over and whispered a fairly lengthy answer to Marion's question in her ear. Marion's smile got bigger and bigger and she started to nod her head.

When Tommy stopped whispering to her, her gaze went immediately back to 'the movie'.

But then Dave watched in disbelief as his wife's left hand slid over into Andy's lap and she began groping him through his pants.

"She's not going to try and get all that in her mouth is she? Oh I can't believe this!..." Marion said with a girlish giggle.

As she was speaking she was very deftly opening Andy's pants with one hand. The young man obligingly lifted his butt to allow her to push his pants and his shorts down to his knees.

Without ever looking at him, the beaming blonde closed her little hand around his sizeable boner and began jacking him off.

"This is unbelievable. I can't believe she's doing this?..." Dave said, more to himself than to anyone else.

He was barely aware that Abigail was undoing the string tying his tunic and was slipping it off his arms.

Dave was watching spellbound as Tommy leaned over and whispered something else in his wife's ear. Then he sat back again.

Marion reached over with her right hand and started to open Tommy's pants just like she'd done with Andy's. In a couple of more seconds she was sitting there on the couch, her eyes riveted to an imaginary screen in front of her. Her two clutching hands were pistoning up and down the steely erections of the two men sitting on either side of her. She looked to Dave like some kind of goddess, sitting there regally while the young men she was masturbating slumped ever deeper into the little couch as their excitement mounted.

"He can't possibly get all that inside her. He's way too big...Oh my God! He did! And she never even flinched!..." Marion gasped in surprise.

Dave wasn't surprised to see the boy on her left was starting to squirm around under Marion's shuttling hand. He could clearly see a gleaming trail of Andy's pre-come starting to trickle over her knuckles.

"Oh Godd!...I don't think I can hold it much longer..." 

Tommy leaned forward again and whispered something in Marion's ear. Marion listened and then nodded. She turned to look intently at the screen for a moment and then she said...

"Tell me if I miss anything!"

Then she turned to Andy.

"Tommy says we shouldn't get come all over you mom's car and that I should blow you. Is that O.K. with you?..."

"Ahh sure..." Andy replied, looking like he wasn't totally sure of what the protocol should be with a patient in this situation.

But Marion just said..."Good!...as she leaned over and siphoned the end of Andy's engorged tool into her mouth. It was too much of a stretch for her to keep her other hand on Tommy's cock so she brought it over into Andy's lap and used it to squeeze his balls.

"Oh My Goddd!..." Andy groaned. Marion followed her determinedly stroking little fist with her mouth, swirling her tongue around his length as she bobbed up and down in his lap.

Dave was so engrossed in what he was seeing that he barely noticed when Abigail pulled a big roll of duct tape out of her satchel. She ripped off about a two-foot strip and laid it across Dave's chest from one armpit to the other. She smoothed it down with her fingertips. She tore off two more lengths, over-lapping all three of them so that she had Dave's upper torso taped with a twelve-inch strip of duct tape. She patiently smoothed it across his chest making sure that it was well adhered to his body.

It was about at this point that Andy groaned..."Ahhhh!...Marion!...I.....I'm...coming!...Oh Goddd!..."

Marion bobbed her head all the way down into Andy's crotch and Dave could see her cheeks inverting as she sucked hungrily on his tool. At the same time her other hand was gently squeezing his drum taut testicles.

It was more enticement that any mere mortal could resist. Andy loins hunched up in the air. He gasped a strangled..."Nahhh!..." as his balls unleashed a cascade of come in response to Marion's leeching suck.

"Umm Hmm!...Umm Hmm!...Umm Hmm!..." she encouraged gutturally.

Dave could actually see the big vein pulsing on the underside of Andy's cock. Marion swallowed valiantly over and over again as she tried to keep up with the spewing torrent. And she almost did too, except for a growing circle of creamy foam that ringed her lips where they encircled Andy's girth.

"What?...No!...She can't!!..." Dave groaned, struggling against the restraints that kept his hands pinned to his sides.

But it wasn't at all clear whether this was in response to seeing his wife sucking off some stranger or to the feel of Abigail's little hand closing on his rigid tool through his pants. The dark haired beauty had taken a position just in front of him and to his side where she had fisted his cock with her left hand. With her right hand she was still rubbing the duct tape against his chest, sometimes tweaking his nipples through the rubbery band.

But though Dave may have been incredulous at the sight of his wife giving head to a stranger he was also pretty aroused by what he was watching. That was obvious by the way his erection jutted out from his loins through Abigail's clutching hand. It looked like she was holding a pipe wrench through his pajama like bottoms.

Marion stayed down on Andy for what seemed like a really long time. But finally she lifted her head from his now ropey cock. She was smiling into Andy's eyes as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Did you like that baby? You had so much come for me!..." Marion said in a husky purr.

Andy was slumped on the couch in apparent exhaustion. He grunted a barely audible..."That was great..." in response to Marion's question.

"Good..." Dave's wife said. Then she turned her attention back to Tommy. She reached over and returned her right hand to the base of his rigid tool. That upright spear hadn't softened a bit while Marion was servicing his friend.

"Now it's your turn..." the smiling blonde purred.

She straightened up on the couch and half stood up. Reaching down with her left hand she lifted her gauzy little shift to her waist. Then, with her back to Tommy, she stepped across his legs and straddled his lap. She started lowering herself down on him until his gleaming cock crown was nudging into the center of her loins. 

She turned to look at him and whispered..." I want you to fuck me Tommy. I want to feel your hot come shooting inside me! Will you do that for me baby?..."

"Whattt!...No!...I don't believe this!...He isn't even wearing a condom!...She never lets me fuck her unless I'm wearing a rubber!...This can't be happening!..." Dave cried in total disbelief.

At that point Elsa stopped the playback and Dave was staring at a frozen image of his wife, a cunning smile creasing her lips as she held some stranger's cock poised to enter her.

"If this is too disturbing for you Mr. Brickman we can stop it right now. I think we will have much to discuss already. Do you want me to continue?..." 

Dave's head was swimming. He had no idea what to think or do. That was when Abigail slipped her little hand from his erection, into his pants and gave his balls a warm squeeze. She moved her lips to his ear and whispered quietly...

"You've got to see this. She makes him come so hard it looks like he's having a heart attack!"

Dave was so bewildered and aroused by all this that he groaned...

"Yes. I want to see..."

"Very good..." said Elsa as she resumed playing the video.

"Oh Marion... I'll give you so much come it'll be leaking out of you for a week!..." Tommy promised, his two hands coming around to cup her thinly covered breasts through her thin shirt.

"Promises, promises!..." Marion replied, dropping her loins and taking the first three inches of Tommy's cock into her receptive pussy. She continued to hold the hem of her little shirt up, giving Dave a spectacular view of Tommy's cock penetrating her.

"Ummm!..." you could hear Tommy gasp. You could also see him rising up, trying to thrust more of himself into her.

"Nooo!..." whimpered Dave. Abigail released his balls and once more gripped his steely tool through his cotton pants. She began to jerk him gently. Dave couldn't help but hunch his crotch into her coaxing hand in response to her skilled fondling. 

"No!...Let me do it!..." Marion whispered. Her free hand darted into Tommy's groin and closed tightly on his stiffening testicles. She pulled down on his fleshy sac to keep him from forcing himself into her.

"O.K....O.K..." he murmured through gritted teeth. 

Dave had never in his wildest dreams imagined that his wife could behave like this. But here she was, controlling this stranger with her stern grip on his balls. She was holding him in the position she wanted while she slid up and down his length, taking a little more and a little more of him with every downward slide until she had every inch of his engorged flesh inside her.

When she had taken him all, she let go of Tommy's balls, put both her hands on his knees and turned to look at him over her shoulder. Giving him a beaming smile, she leaned forward just a little, letting about two inches of his livid flesh slide out of her. Then she leaned back and sheathed him again.

Tommy sucked in an excited breath when she did that.

"How's that baby? Does that feel good? Do you like it? Tell me..." Marion asked.

"Oh God baby!...You have the sweetest twat!..." Tommy groaned. 

He once more heaved his loins upwards trying to fuck Dave's wife. And she once more snaked her hand between his legs and grabbed his balls.

"No!...Let's do it my way!..." she hissed, once more leaning forward and then sitting back on him. She did this again and again getting a nice gentle pace going, fucking the big cock she was sitting on with a deliberate rhythm.

Abigail was stroking Dave's cock with the same tempo. Again she leaned over to Dave's ear.

"Watch this now. He doesn't last long. I think Marion is doing something to him with her inner muscles. I'd bet she's milking him like a machine..." 

And at the same time Abigail was doing some pretty nasty things too, bunching Dave's loosely fitting pants around his tool and jacking him off persistently through that thin material.

Dave was watching his wife intently. Marion was biting her lower lip in concentration as she rode Tommy's gleaming spear.

Just as Abigail had said, Tommy's arousal seemed to be growing by leaps and bounds. He was twisting and squirming under Marion's gently pistoning loins. A couple of times he tried again to thrust himself into her but Marion just gave his balls a threatening squeeze and he'd stop.

Even so you could hear his breathing getting louder. He was making little whimpers of excitement that were getting louder too.

"Am I getting to you baby?...Do you like that?...Young pussy!...It's tight isn't it!...It wants to feel you come!...Any time you want to give it to me!...I want you to!...Want you to come inside me Tommy!...Inside my hot little pussy!...Yes baby!...Come for me!...Give it to me!...I want it!...Do it for me lover!...Come for me!...Come for me baby!..."

Dave couldn't believe his wife could be so shameless. And though he had never heard her talk dirty like this he knew that this was what he had wanted to hear from her since the day they were married. He could feel his own balls were on the brink of release. He didn't want to do it like this in front of Dr. Von Stramm but he didn't know if he could stop it.

Certainly Tommy wasn't immune to Marion's lewd talk or her swivelling loins. At that moment his hands closed spastically on her chest. 

"Ahhh!...Ahhh!...I'm..!... I..!..." he groaned, arching his loins and lifting Marion up until her little feet were off the floor. Dave couldn't see any of Tommy's shaft, just his taut testicles grinding into her parted center. Marion relaxed her grip on those tender spheres and sat on him expectantly.

"Do it!..." was all she said.

"Hahhh!..." he roared and then..." Hahh!...Hahhh!...Hahhh!...." as he started coming violently inside Marion's clutching channel.

"Ummm!...That's it!...Ohhh!...I can feel you coming!...I love it!..." Marion purred, looking straight ahead, her eyes hooded, obviously relishing the feel of every spurt of come erupting inside her. Dave could literally see his beautiful wife quiver with each burst of come that Tommy shot into her. 

Abigail hadn't been exaggerating. Tommy did look like he was having a heart attack. His whole body bucked and shuddered with every spasm that shook him. Because he was in Dave's wife so deep, there wasn't much room for all the greasy come he was spilling inside her, so it was quickly starting to seep out of the union of their loins.

The sight of this lewd spectacle was just too much for poor Dave.

"Please Abigail!...Don't!...I'm going to come!...Stop!...Please!..." Dave whimpered.

But Abigail didn't cease her relentless stroking for a second. She knew how excited Dave was and she wasn't going to stop jerking him until she made him shoot. She didn't say a word but just stood there smiling at him like she was daring him not to come.  

At the same time she started lifting the edge of the duct tape banding his chest with the fingers of her right hand. She and Dr. Von Stramm had a little surprise planned for him.

With Tommy's grunts and groans echoing in the background Dave gasped..."I'm coming!..." even as the first jet of sperm fired into the material of his pants.

"No you're not..." Abigail purred, clenching the root of Dave's cock tight and choking off his ejaculation. Then she tore the duct tape off his chest with one swift yank of her wrist. There was a sharp ripping sound as the sticky tape yanked out long strips of his chest hair.

Dave stiffened up all over in shocked surprise. For the longest moment he couldn't even breathe. He just stood there his whole body so tense it looked like he might topple over at the slightest touch.

And then...."Nahhhh!..." he wailed, his fists clenching and his hands straining helplessly at his sides. It felt like a huge branding iron had been laid across his chest. His ears were ringing and his whole body was tingling.

Just before he started to breathe again Abigail loosened her restraining grip and stroked her little hand briskly up and down his cock. 

Dave's balls responded by convulsing so violently he thought he might pass out. What felt like a gallon of searing come fountained into his pants.

"Now you're coming!..." the dark haired temptress said smugly, resuming her devastating masturbation.

Dave had never come so hard in his life. Abigail was pumping his shaft with studied intensity. His pants were already a soggy mess. And the come was streaming out of him with such force that the creamy goo was actually penetrating the material and trickling down under Abigail's pumping little hand.

And while all this was going on Dave couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of his wife grinding away on some stranger's lap, hunching up and down on his crimson pole as his creamy sperm spilled onto the couch beneath them.

"Ummm!...Yeah!....You come so much!..." Marion enthused as Tommy's frantic shuddering began to wane and he started to sag into the couch beneath her.

"Are you done?..." the smiling blonde asked.

And without waiting for an answer she nimbly dismounted Tommy's still twitching erection and turned and knelt between his legs. Her little hand shot out and she closed it on his greasy cock. She watched it closely and each time she felt the tension about to peak once more she stroked him hard to coax out more of his come.

She did this again and again apparently unconcerned that Tommy's cock was getting red and raw looking. He was beginning to grimace in discomfort as Marion continued to work him over.

Finally he had to reach down and grab her wrists to stop her.

"Please Marion!...No more O.K.?...I've had it!..." he groaned.

"Just wanted to make sure I got it all..." the kneeling blonde purred.

And while she still had a strangle hold on his angry meat she bent over and planted a sucking little kiss on his knob.

Tommy gasped quietly when she did that and a final pearl of goo bubbled out of his gaping pee slit.

"Marion!...Enough!...It was...hectic...really hectic...but that's enough!..." Tommy groaned.

Marion immediately let go of his overused prick which fell limply in his groin.

She got up off her knees, straightened her little dress and resumed her seat on the couch. She didn't say anything, just sat there staring ahead blankly with a quizzical smile on her lips.

In contrast with the way that his wife had jacked poor Tommy off until he was completely drained, Abigail stopped stroking Dave's erupting tool at the peak of his orgasm and let him finish in his pants without her assistance. 

"Nooo!...Oh please!...Don't stop!..." Dave moaned. His hips were thrusting out in search of the arousing touch that Abigail was denying him

She stepped back and watched, smiling, as the already monster stain darkening the front of his pants grew ever bigger. She knew how humiliating and frustrating this would be for him. It was all part of the doctor's therapy. Without even waiting for him to finish coming she released his hands from the cuffs that were restraining him. 

And she was right. Dave was feeling abused on many levels. The doctor stopped the video then and turned up the lights making Dave feel even more exposed. He wanted to cover the evidence of his orgasm with his hands but it was way too late for that. His wife had behaved like a super slut right in front of him and seemed to enjoy it. He had no idea how he was going to deal with all this.

"There's a towel on the chair over there. When you're ready please come back into my office..." Elsa said. And with that she and Abigail left him in the examining room.

Later, when he went to see Dr. Von Stramm, he didn't have a chance to say anything. And in truth he didn't even know where to begin.

Dr. Von Stramm repeated that her method of therapy was very challenging and that Dave should consider whether or not he wanted to carry on with it. If he decided that he did, he should not discuss anything that had happened or that he saw in their first session with his wife. He would find that she was respecting the same protocol. 

If he wanted to come back for another appointment she gave him a date ten days later. If he didn't want to come back, please call her office no later than 48 hours in advance.

She further went on to say that Marion had indicated she would be continuing to see her.

She also said that, although she wasn't forbidding it, she strongly suggested that Dave refrain from making any sexual advances towards his wife for the time being. She warned him that Marion would probably not be very receptive to any such advances while she was still working through her feelings.

After then she told him that their time was up and she hoped she'd see him again. With that she stood up, shook his hand and Dave concluded that he had been dismissed. He left in a state of considerable shock.




Be Careful What You Wish For



Over the next week Dave noticed a dramatic change in his wife.

First of all she went out and got her hair cut. And not just a little bit. She had her long blonde hair, that had been her pride and joy since college, chopped down to a frosted little helmet that barely reached the nape of her neck.

Next her wardrobe got an update. Gone were the bulky sweaters, the little floral dresses and knee length skirts to be replaced by tight jeans, spandex tops and leather minis. The little pearl and jade necklaces were replaced by gold chains and big round earrings.

And last was her demeanour. Dave found his wife was suddenly more confident, more opinionated, sexier and frankly, more happy. 

As unsettling as this transformation was, Dave was even more off balance over the fact that he had no idea whether or nor his wife was getting laid on the side now. She certainly wasn't saying anything although she was seeing Dr. Von Stramm two or three times a week. She was just so damn perky that he was tearing himself up with doubt.

And of course the two times that he put his hands on her arms and tried to pull her to him, she had stiffened up and he could practically feel the frost coming off her shoulders. Dr. Von Stramm had certainly been right about that at least.

The next Saturday night they were going out to a party. Dave had had to go out at the last minute to get some new shoes. When he got back Marion was waiting for him in the kitchen ready to go.

Dave's jaw almost dropped when he got a look at his wife.

Marion was wearing smoky nylons and a black leather mini skirt that sheathed her heart shaped ass like a second skin. She had on a gold chain belt around her narrow waist. On her feet she wore a pair of killer stilettos that made her curvaceous legs look like they went on forever. To finish off her outfit she was wearing a sheer black nylon shirt that was practically transparent. The little top was sleeveless and also skin tight. It was detailed with an intricate pattern of lace, which did little or nothing to conceal the bare, conical breasts, which were thrusting proudly through the form-fitting top. She also had on a number of flashy rings, bangle bracelets and big hoopy earrings. 

Marion was applying a gleaming coat of scarlet lipstick when Dave walked in. As she did so, her maroon nipples were jutting through the lace pattern of her diaphanous shirt.

Turning to her husband with sparkling eyes she said..."How do I look?..."

Dave had been walking on eggs for the last few days so he hesitated to reply. Finally he blurted out...

"You look great honey!... Really hot!...The other wives will be putting their guys on a short leash when they see you in that outfit...You look amazing!..."

Dave held his breath while he waited for Marion to respond.

But his wife just smiled at him and said...

"Good!...That's just the look I was going for...Urban slutty!...Are you ready to go?..."

"Ahh sure..." Dave said and he opened the door for his wife.

As they were driving to the party Dave couldn't help it. He kept peeking at Marion out of the corner of his eye. She just sat there staring straight ahead. But there was a knowing smile turning the corners of her mouth as if she were thinking...'I know you want to fuck me. In your dreams baby!..."

She looked incredibly sexy and Dave felt himself getting hard just looking at her. Things were so confused right now but one thing he wasn't confused about. He did want to fuck his wife and he was wracking his brains trying to figure out a way to get her to let him do it.

Then he had an inspiration. Clearing his throat he said...

"You know it's been aeons since we fooled around in the car..."

Dave waited with his heart in throat for Marion to reply. 

His wife turned to him after a moment and looked at him like he was speaking Chinese.

David was thinking all of a sudden that maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

And then Marion smiled at him and said..."Would you like a blow job honey?...Just to sort of relax you before we get to the party?..."

Oh this was unbelievable!

"Well geez Marion!... If you wouldn't mind... That'd be great!..." Dave said with real enthusiasm.

"Oh I don't mind dear...Can you scooch your seat back just a little?..." Marion asked as she started to lean down towards Dave's lap. She reached over and began to undo his belt and his zipper.

"Sure honey..." Dave answered, reaching down and bumping his seat back a couple of notches.

In fact Marion had never given him a blowjob in the car before. He was in stunned amazement to think that she was going to give him one now.

But as she pushed his pants down and fished out his already erect cock it looked like there was a first time for everything.

"Why don't you take the old airport bypass...There's less traffic..." Marion suggested as she twisted on the seat in order to get her head in position over him.

"Well it certainly looks like someone's happy to see me..." she giggled as she bobbed her head down and sucked the end of her husband's cock into her mouth.

"Ahhhh!...." Dave yelped as Marion's moist suck sent lightning bolts of excitement tearing through his groin. The thrill of the situation was so overwhelming that Dave almost missed the turnoff to the airport bypass.

Less traffic was a good idea because he was definitely having trouble focusing on the road.

"Mmm!...Mmm!...Mmm!..." Marion murmured as she slipped her parted lips up and down the top half of her husband's cock. She was following her mouth with her hand, stroking him into her mouth as she sucked him off. She worked on him like that for a couple of minutes and then she pulled her mouth off him with an audible slurp.

"I can taste your come already baby! Have you got some more for me?..." she growled before resuming her oral assault on him.

"Oh my God!...Oh my Goddd!.." Dave gasped as his balls grew taut with excitement.

Marion had never really given him a blowjob before. The most she had ever done was given his cock a couple of token, closed mouth pecks. She'd never actually taken him in her mouth.

And here she was going down on him like he was candy. This was the most exciting thing that had happened to him in a long time. He was having a lot of trouble controlling his speed. His legs kept tightening up as his wife brought him closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Mmmm!..." Marion murmured, sliding off his rigid length once more. There wasn't room for her to turn her head to look at him so it looked like she was talking to his cock.

"You're getting close aren't you baby?...I can tell...You can come whenever you want to...Come in my mouth and I'll swallow it all!..."

And then she went back down on him, edging across the seat even closer so that a lot of her weight was on his leg.

But Dave hardly noticed as Marion focused her attention on the sensitive underside of his cock crown. She was licking that tender spot with a flicking tongue that was making his whole groin tense with arousal.

Dave really started to drive erratically then as the tension in his balls became excruciating.

"Oh shit!...Oh baby!...I'm so close!...You're gonna'...gonna' make me...Ahhh!..." Dave groaned

"Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmm!..." Marion enthused as Dave's loins started to rise up towards her. She never stopped shuttling her little fist up and down the exposed portion of his shaft.

And then his balls lurched and his come started pounding up his length, exploding in his wife's sucking mouth.

"Mmmm!..." Marion groaned gutturally as a fiery stream of come spurted into her throat. She backed off him just enough so that she could swallow the creamy flow without losing any.

"Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Unnn!..." Dave grunted, hunching up helplessly under the steering wheel as his wife siphoned out his steamy load.

"Mmm Hmm!...Mmm Hmmm!...." Marion purred, true to word as she worked to drain her husband of every drop of come that he had to give her.

It was about then that the interior of the car began to be illuminated by a flashing red light. At first Dave thought it was just the blood pounding in his temples as his wife ministered to him with her world-class blowjob.

But then he realized it was the reflection in his mirror of the lights of the police car behind him.

"Oh shit!..." he groaned.

Marion continued to suck on him, intent on finishing him off.

Dave started to slow down and turned on his turn indicator. He pulled into a little lay-by with a picnic table so he was well of the road.

At that point Dave was just about done coming. Even Marion's firmly clenching fist was only able to extract a bubble or two of greasy sperm from him. 

Finally she raised her head, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Are you O.K. baby?...Did you like it?..."

To which Dave answered...

"It's a cop. He's pulling me over. You better get up..."

Marion did sit up then and looked back over her shoulder at the cruiser that was parked behind them.

"Don't look at him. We'll pretend like everything is normal, that we weren't doing anything wrong and we're just taking a short cut to the party..." Dave said, struggling to get his pants pulled up without being too obvious about it.

Marion just sat on the seat next to him looking straight ahead with that same 'Mona Lisa' smile on her face that she was wearing earlier. Dave noticed that she wasn't making any effort to try and repair her smeared lipstick or her messed up hair.

A few moments later the policeman was rapping on the passenger side window with his little flashlight. 

Dave was so nervous that at first he lowered the rear window by mistake. Then he lowered the front one.

All the officer said at first was...

"Good evening sir...miss...Could I see your license and registration please..."

"Of course officer...Is there a problem?..."

Dave was trembling as he reached across Marion for the papers in the glove compartment. He could see that the officer was young, very young, and big. He hoped this wasn't going to be too expensive.

"There is a problem sir. You were exceeding the posted speed limit by twenty miles per hour and you were driving very erratically. Have you been drinking this evening sir?..."

"No officer...No of course not....My wife and I were just on our way over to some friends...I'm sorry if I was driving a little too fast...I've never had a ticket before...You can check...I hope this is maybe one of those situations where you can just give me a warning..."

As Dave was talking he noticed that the officer's flashlight was moving back and forth. First he pointed it in Dave's face, then at Marion's, then at Marion's chest in her sheer little top, then at his license, then back at Marion's chest, then at his license. Marion never looked up at the young man. She just sat there staring straight ahead, not saying anything.

Dave hoped that his wife's sexy outfit might be enough to entice the officer into giving him a break. But unfortunately it didn't work out that way.

"I'm sorry sir but this isn't a minor infraction. I'm afraid I'll have to write you up..."

And with that the officer whipped out his ticket book and placed it on the roof of the car. Then he started writing, referring to Dave's license from time to time as he wrote up the ticket.

"Shit!..." Dave muttered under his breath.

"This is going to really bump my insurance rates...I know it..."

It was then that Marion looked over at him and said..."Let me take care of it!..." with a confident smile.

A minute or two later the officer had finished writing and was handing the ticket through the window to Dave.

"There you are sir. You can pay the quoted fine by mail within seven days. If you choose to the dispute the charge you can enter a 'not guilty' plea on the back of the ticket and mail it in. You will be notified of an appearance date by return. If your plea is rejected you will be responsible for the fine and the court costs which can be considerable. Have a good evening sir and please drive safe..."

And although he was obviously finished with his routine the cop still stood there by the side of the car, his little flashlight beam dancing over the contours of Marion's virtually exposed breasts.

It was then that Marion turned and leaned out of her window. Dave figured that the cop must be getting an eyeful when she did that.

"Excuse me officer. Can I say something?..." she asked reaching out to lightly lay her right hand on the police man's hip.

"Ahhh...Of course miss..." the cop stammered.

"Well officer...Conrad?...Is that right ...Conrad?..." Marion asked, looking at the brass name-tag on the officer's shirt pocket that said 'Conrad Kowalski.'

"Yes m'am..."

"Well Conrad...I have a confession to make...I've been a bad girl..." Marion said, squeezing Conrad's thigh conspiratorially.

"The reason my husband was speeding was that I was giving him a blow job when you spotted us. In fact I think he was just beginning to come when you signalled him to pull over. So you can understand that he was a little distracted just then. He's not usually such a bad driver..." she said as if she were talking about the weather. 

And all the while she was speaking she was leaning further and further out of the car, knowing that her little sheer top was failing miserably at the task of covering her breasts as she did so. At the same time she reached out with her left hand and pressed it against Conrad's belt. Now she was touching him with both hands, one of then sort of holding his thigh and the other one idly drifting back and forth against his belt.

"So I was wondering if there wasn't some way that we couldn't settle this ticket right here. Make it all go away kind of thing...like it was just a dream...a bad dream for my husband..." Marion purred as the fingertips of her left hand started tracing up and down the fly of Conrad's pants..." and a very... very wet dream for you..."

"Marion!...What are you doing!..." Dave hissed, aghast at his wife audacity.

Marion just turned her head and winked at him before returning her attention to Conrad.

"Just so you know Conrad, I may be bad but I can be good too. Very... very good!..." Marion murmured as a definite bulge began to form in the front of the officer's pants under her tracing fingers. 

"Ahh...m'am...You should know that's it's a serious offence with serious...ahh.. consequences to try and influence an officer in the....ahh...in the performance of his...nahh...his duties..." Conrad stammered.

But Marion noticed that he didn't try and pull away from her. She knew she had him then. She glided both hands into the center of his crotch and began to undo his belt and his pants.

"Oh I'm all about consequences Conrad.... Let me show you what I know about consequences... Are you married baby?..." Marion purred as she slowly, as if she had all the time in the world, unzipped the fly of the officer's pants.

"Ahhh...no m'am I'm not..." he answered in a catchy voice.

"Girl friend?..." Marion asked as she calmly reached into Conrad's opened pants and pulled out his already half hard tool.

"Yes m'am. I have a girl friend. We've been going out for...Ahhh...for over a year now..." Conrad answered as Marion gave his cock an encouraging squeeze.

"Oh my. You've got a nice one Conrad!...Does your girl friend like oral sex...You know...Blow jobs...That kind of thing?..."

"Ahhh...Not really...I mean...Jesus!..." he croaked as Marion fished out his balls before going back to fisting his now fully erect tool..."I mean I don't think so...I mean she hasn't done that for me yet..."

"Well Conrad. This is your lucky night! As it happens I'm a big fan of oral sex. I love cock. Especially big juicy, young cocks like this one..." Marion purred as she bent Conrad's erection towards her mouth and spoke over it like she was speaking into a microphone.

"If she hasn't gone down on you in...What's it been...more than a year now?...then I'm afraid she's probably not going to do it baby....It's really sad that there's no one to suck on this big beautiful cock of yours....I mean I'd love to do it!..." Marion teased, giving his exposed balls a lascivious squeeze.

Dave could hear the poor young officer suck in his breath with excitement when she said that. Was she actually offering to go down on him?. He was astounded by his wife's incredible brazenness. And though it pained him to be a witness to it, if she could get him out of this ticket at least it was for a good cause.

"Mmmm!...Don't be shy baby...Let me see what you've got!..." Marion purred, grabbing the two dangling ends of the officer's belt and pulling him firmly towards her. She ducked back inside the car and pulled him over so that his torso was up against the window frame and his erection was literally inside the car.

She fisted his steely tool once more and gave it a warm squeeze. It was a big cock and the taut flesh was straining fiercely in response to Marion's touch.

"I think we're both going to enjoy this..." she said in a voice loud enough for Conrad to hear.

But as she was speaking she was reaching into her purse with her free hand. She pulled out her cell phone and flipped it open. She held it away from her and turned to face it. Holding Conrad's gleaming cock against her cheek she pouted seductively at the camera and then took a picture. There was a quick flash that startled Dave so much he couldn't contain a startled yelp. But there wasn't any indication from Conrad that he had noticed anything. His thoughts must have been elsewhere.

Marion flipped the phone over to Dave and turned back to the throbbing tool in her hand. She leaned forward and put her tongue at the bottom of the big vein that was pulsing on the underside of his cock and licked slowly up its whole length.

There was a just barely audible moan of excitement from outside the car as she did that.

Marion, at the same time, was slipping the handcuffs out of their little pouch on the policeman's belt. She flipped them open and draped them over her seat back. They were the kind that were more like manacles with about a twelve-inch length of chain connecting the two cuffs.

"There's just the matter of this little ticket we need to deal with..." Marion said in a soft voice, squeezing the root of Conrad's stiffy and then giving the underside of his knob a slow, deliberate stroke with her tongue.

Then she sort of pushed Conrad's cock out of the window and opened her door. She stepped gracefully out of the car and closed the door. She stood there with her feet slightly spread and her hands on her hips, smiling at the young policeman who was standing there with his cock out in front of her.

"You like what you see baby?..." she asked confidently.

Conrad just stood there with his eyes popping out of his head. Marion did look like a wet dream standing there in her sexy outfit.

"I've always had this fantasy about fucking a cop!...I know... That's bad of me isn't it?...But I can be your fantasy girl too!...You can think of me whenever you want!... Sucking you!...Fucking you!...You can think of me when you're alone at night in your bed..." she murmured, as she stepped up to the excited young police man, reached down and once again fisted his unyielding tool.

"You can think of me when you're making love to your girl friend...Oh yeah!...Especially then!...Think of how this little slut you pulled over gave you a blow job to get out of a ticket!...How good she was... and I'm very good baby!...Did I already say that?... ... And all you had to do was tear up that ticket...The choice is obvious Conrad, isn't it?...Isn't it?..." Marion purred, pressing down harder and harder on the root of his shaft in a way that made Conrad's erection strain through her encircling fingers like a missile that was ready to launch.




Be Careful What You Wish For



"Oh Jesus lady!.... You don't make it easy on a guy!...Give me the ticket!...It's gone!..." the excited young trooper gasped

Marion reached blindly behind her into the car for the ticket. Dave handed it to her.

Marion pulled it out of the car and then held it out in front of her.

"Here baby!...Mark it VOID and the official copy too. Sign them both and give me my copy. Then we can have some fun. ...." Marion promised.

The young policeman wobbled over to the car, hobbled by his pants that were at half-mast. He put the paperwork on the roof and fumbled at his pocket for a pen.

Marion pressed herself close against him from behind, starting to jack his cock with little incendiary hand strokes.

"Oh my God!..." Conrad gasped as he tried to focus on cancelling the traffic ticket. But it was pretty hard to think straight when a gorgeous blonde was working you over with one hand and her tongue was darting wetly into your ear.

Marion let go of his jutting tool, reached up, took the hat off his head and put it on. She sort of slid around him as he finished signing the tickets. She ran her fingers down his arm and took her copy of the ticket out of his hand.

Then she turned to smile at him and say..."Alright Trooper Kowalski. Keep your hands on the roof of the car and assume the position..."

Conrad was a more than a little surprised by this but then a sly smile creased his mouth.

"You really are the kinky one aren't you..." he said. He was chuckling quietly as he gripped the edge of the roof. Marion passed the ticket into the car and let it fall on the seat.

Then she sort of reached under Conrad through the back window with her other hand.

"You have no idea..." she said. In an instant she had pulled her hands back out of the car, reached up and snapped the cuffs onto each of Conrad's wrists before he had any idea of what was happening.

"Hey!...What?..." he cried in confusion at the feel of the cold metal biting into his wrists. But when he went to back away from the car he couldn't. The cuffs were fastened around the doorpost between the front and back seats.

"Hey!...You can't do this lady!...You're going to be in a lot of trouble..." Conrad snarled.

But Marion just smiled and walked around him, studying him. Conrad had to swivel his head from side to side to look at her over his shoulder.

"Mrs. Brickman!..."

"What?..." Conrad said.

"You can call me Mrs Brickman. I like the sound of that..." Marion said as she stepped up and took the baton off the constable's belt.

Now all of a sudden Conrad was beginning to wonder if he was dealing with some kind of deranged person here.

"Listen Mrs. Brickman. Why don't you just let me go and we'll forget about this whole thing. Even the ticket..." he tried not to sound too pleading.

But Marion appeared not to be listening.

"Dave would you step out of the car for a second honey. And bring my phone..."

Dave climbed out of the car. He was terrified at what was happening. He had never seen his wife behave remotely like this. And he had no idea what she was planning or what she'd do next. But she did seem to have a plan.

"Come around here sweetie...That's right..."

She was now positioning her self right in front of Conrad. She reached down and took his prick in her hand once more.

Everything had happened so suddenly that Conrad's cock was still pretty hard. And all it took was a couple of quick squeezes by Marion to bring him back to full rigidity.

She looked incredibly hot standing there in the Smokey the Bear Hat, swinging the baton lazily with one hand and gently jogging the trooper's stiff rod with the other one. And she was standing in such a way that you couldn't see that the poor young man was handcuffed to the car.

"Take our picture!...Take a couple..." Marion said.

And she went through a series of poses...licking her lips sexily, looking down at Conrad's cock with one hand on her cheek and her eyes open wide in amazement. Then she turned away from him, bent her knees and leaned forward a little so that it looked like Conrad was taking her from behind. She had Dave take a bunch like that while she tried on different facial expressions. She went from disbelief to discomfort then arousal, then pleasure, then complete ecstasy.

And while Marion was performing for the camera, Conrad just stood there with the expression of a man who was watching a train wreck.

When she figured they had enough pictures she said...

"That's good honey. Now why don't you go sit at that picnic table over there. You can watch but I don't want you bothering me. Do you understand?..."

"Sure...I guess..." Dave said, not really understanding anything. 

Then Marion turned to Conrad with a broad smile creasing her lips.

She took a step back from him and giving him a little pouty moue she said...

"Cheer up baby!...We're still going to have some fun!...It's just that it might be more fun for me than it is for you...I never said my fantasy was the same as your fantasy..."

And as she was saying this, Marion had moved the baton so that she was holding the short end of the shaft against her tummy. She pulled up her little skirt with one hand, baring his hairy mons to the gaping young officer. The handle of the shaft was jutting from the center of her loins and pointing directly at Conrad. It looked exactly like she had a big erection thrusting from her groin. Marion was grinding her hips suggestively and suddenly Conrad began to get a sinking feeling.

Marion continued to smile at him as she saw understanding begin to dawn in his eyes.

Then her smile turned to a stern look as she said...

"Constable Kowalski. Hands on the roof of the car. Assume the position..."

"Mrs. Brickman! We should talk about this! I really think we should stop this before it goes too far...."

Marion seemed to consider this for a moment. Then she stepped a little behind Conrad and swung the baton viciously against the backs of his thighs. A long red welt immediately arose where she had struck him.

"Nahhh!...." Conrad cried, stiffening up in pained surprise.

Marion immediately stepped up against him from behind, dropping the baton. She snaked one hand around him to fist his semi hard tool. She clutched his balls with her other hand and, squeezing them threateningly, she purred in his ear....

"This is going to happen baby...One way or the other...My advice to you is to relax and enjoy it...You can fight me if you want to but you're going to lose this one...Think about it!...What's it going to be?..."

Conrad's mind was racing, trying to think up a way to get himself out of this mess. But he was coming up empty.

Finally he heaved a great smile and turned to face the car, bracing himself with his hands on the roof.

"That's a good boy!...We can both have our fantasy!..." Marion purred, moving her mouth and gently biting one of Conrad's ears.

"Spread your legs a little more!...Back up a little!...That's it!...I promise you... you're going to... remember this... for a long... long...time..." she promised punctuating her words with long, sensuous hand strokes up and down Conrad's stiffening prick.

And despite himself the young man felt the blood rushing back into that sensitive organ, filling Marion's hand as she continued to stroke him.

Marion was pleased to feel him responding helplessly to her touch.

She hiked up her skirt, picked up the baton and moved it back into the position she had shown Conrad earlier. She held the short end of the shaft against her stomach with the handle jutting out from her loins. She bent her knees and tipped her pelvis up, steering the tip of the handle to the center of Conrad's vulnerable anus. She was confident enough with the way everything was lined up that she moved both her hands to the young man's hips

There was a little knot of wood where the handle joined the shaft of the baton. Marion was thrilled at the feel of it rubbing against her clit. She put her weight on the balls of her feet and leaned into it. But what was even more exciting was the feeling of power she had, knowing that this virile young man spread eagled in front was completely at her mercy.

Conrad legs stiffened at the feel of the blunt nose of the baton handle prodding his virgin sphincter.

"Take a deep breath baby!...I told you I always wanted to fuck a cop!..." 

And without any other warning she yanked him back towards her.

"Nahhhh!...." Conrad cried as Marion impaled him on over half the length of the handle. It was about ten inches long and she had every intention of making him take the whole thing before she was done with him.

Conrad was gasping for air. His forearms were aching as they strained against the handcuffs. But there was no use. He was surprised that the invasion hadn't hurt more. There wasn't a lot of pain but he did feel incredibly stretched and full back there. He tried to get his breathing under control. He was impressed at how strong the predatory blonde behind him was. She had hauled him back onto the lewd spike as if he was as light as a feather. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying to relax around the wooden shaft that was stuffed up his ass.

"That's it!...You're doing well baby!...You've got over half of it already...The rest will be easy!...Let me see if I can't make it feel better!..."

And so saying Marion reached around Conrad's hips once more, one hand closing on his cock and the other on his balls. She smiled when she realized that he was harder now than he had been before she had slammed the baton up his ass.

She started jerking his cock with firm measured strokes. Not too fast but fast enough to heat him up. At the same time she was fondling his balls, squeezing them one moment then gently stretching them down from his groin. She enjoyed playing with him like this and she could tell he was enjoying it too.

She continued to grind her clit against the handle of the baton, not trying to force any more into him. Not yet.

She kept on jacking him off with a steady hand and soon her skilled fondling began to take its toll. The pre-come began to ooze down the length of Conrad's shaft and he started to squirm with excitement. Marion attacked that little knot of nerves under his cock crown with her fingertips. He really started to squirm when she did that. Marion could even feel him lean back onto the implement impaling him. She held her ground behind him.

"Ohhhh!..." he whimpered anxiously.

Marion released his balls, moved that hand up into his hair and yanked his head back. She bent forward so that her moist lips were pressing against his ear.

"Take it bitch!...You want to be my bitch don't you Connie?... Marion coaxed, hunching forward with her hips and forcing a little more of the baton up the cop's butt. There was only an inch or so of the wooden shaft visible now outside his gaping sphincter.

""Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Ahhh!..." Conrad gasped as the seductive blonde carelessly plundered his rear passage. But despite how humiliated he felt there was also an incredible arousal building in his groin that was different and somehow more visceral than anything he had ever felt before.

"Tell me! ...Say it!..." Marion demanded her little hand now flying up and down Conrad's quivering cock.

"Yes Mrs. Brickman!...I want it!..." he responded in a barely audible whisper.

"Fuck my hand!..." Marion instructed.

And Conrad helplessly did so. His hips started hunching frantically back and forth trying to get in sync with Marion's tireless masturbation. But he couldn't. Her fist was moving too fast.

The scheming blonde was thrilled to have gotten him so excited. She reached between them, grabbed the end of the baton against her stomach and pulled up on it. This did two things. It raised Conrad up onto his toes and it exerted a compelling pressure on his prostate.

"Nahh!...Oh my God!..." he gasped. He didn't know what Marion was doing to his violated rear hole but suddenly it felt like his insides had turned to jelly.

"You know what I want now don't you bitch?..." Marion hissed, spiralling her hand up and down Conrad's throbbing cock and jiggling the wooden handle up his butt.

"Yes Mrs. Brickman!..." Conrad gasped in a barely audible whisper. The tension in his groin was becoming unbearable. He thought something was going to tear inside him.

"Well!...Don't keep me waiting!..."

She let go of his hair reached around him and gently squeezed his balls. At the same time Marion bent her knees and pulled the wooden stick in her hand back like she was going to take Conrad to the moon. And in a way she was.

This was more stimulation than the misused young officer could stand.

"Yes Mrs. Brickman...Yes Mrs. Brickman!...Hah!...Hah!... Hah!..." Conrad cried, straining frantically against the shackles binding him as his balls convulsed. A barrage of come burned through his aching tool and splattered wetly on the side of Dave's car.

"Oh yeah baby!...That's it!...Come for me!...That's what I want!...Unn Hnn!...Come all over the car!...Show me what a nasty little bitch you are!...Shoot it!...Like that!... Yeah!...Oh yeah!..." Marion enthused.

She was thrilled to be able to so thoroughly dominate the gasping policeman. She worked the baton skewering his ass like she was driving a road course rally. At the same time she fisted his spewing tool with measured strokes in time with his ejaculation.

"Phwahhh!...Nahhh!...Ahhh!..." Conrad cried, his whole body taut and shuddering as a devastating orgasm overwhelmed him. 

Marion clung tightly to him from behind, jacking out a huge load of cream from his overwrought loins.

She continued to stroke him through his come, waiting patiently for each dwindling spasm and then jerking his angry tool with a practiced flick of her wrist.

When she could finally feel his engorged flesh begin to often she purred..."Are you finished?..."

By now Conrad had sunk back down onto his heels and was leaning heavily against the roof of the car. The door looked like it had been the target in a paint ball contest.

"Yeah...I guess so Mrs. Brickman..." he said subserviently.

Marion smiled to hear his subdued tone. She let go of his tired genitals and edged a little away from him. She waited for a moment more and then she slid her hand down the baton to the point where it was inserted up his anus.

Putting one hand on the small of his back she gripped the wooden stick with her other hand.

"Try to relax..." she murmured and then she slowly but firmly pulled it out of Conrad's bowels.

"Nahhhhh!..." the young man yelped. He suddenly felt light headed like he was going to faint. It felt like this woman was pulling his insides out along with the obscenely skewering rod.

Marion smiled at the sight of his gaping sphincter, quivering with tension as it tried to close on itself. She turned to smile at her husband who was watching his wife's lewd antics with total disbelief. She gave him a broad wink before she turned her attention back to the hand-cuffed trooper.

"Were almost done here officer..." Marion intoned. She noted that Conrad didn't have even the strength to turn and look at her at this point.

She moved in close to him once more so that her lips were brushing his ear.

"Just one more thing baby...You should never try and take advantage of a woman in distress...It's just not a gentlemanly thing to do!...I want you to remember that!...""

And with that Marion took two steps back and said...

"And remember this..."

She then stepped swiftly forward, her right leg flashing up as she drove her stiletoed foot into Conrad's balls. The poor young cop never saw it coming.

There was a kind of sickening thud and a strangled cry followed by the sound of all the air being let out of a tire.

Conrad dropped to his knees like a sack of potatoes beside the car, his cuffed hands raised to the window as if in prayer.

Marion stepped around him, found the key for the handcuffs in his belt and undid them.

Conrad remained where he was, on his knees, panting like a steam engine.

Marion stepped close to him. Her little skirt was still bunched around her waist. She pulled his face against her lightly fringed mons.

"Now you can pursue us of course Connie. But you should remember that I have those very interesting pictures of you and me together. Dave has already e-mailed them to a discreet friend of ours. Those kind of things can make quite a fuss if they get out. You should think about your career. I'm not saying to forget all about what just happened. I just think it would be better if you looked at this whole thing like it was all a dream. You will think about me sometimes won't you baby?..."

"Yes Mrs. Brickman..." Conrad answered in a gasping voice. He didn't look up.

"Good. Well that's settled then...Dave. Come on...We should get going to the party..."

Marion took off the trooper's hat and put it back on his head. She dropped the baton on the ground next to him.

Dave came over as if he were in a daze. But he finally said to his wife.

"It's been quite a hectic evening already, hasn't it?..." 

Marion smiled at him then stepped around Conrad, opened her door and got in the car. Dave went around to his side and got in too. They left then and neither of them looked back.



Be Careful What You Wish For!



I really hate the dark. Trouble is from November onward it is dark by the time I get off the tube for the short walk to my front door. The pavement seemed more like a dark alley than a busy suburban street and my heels click-clacked eerily loud on the wet stone floor but at least it had stopped raining and I didn't need my brolly. It was then I first heard the sound of footsteps behind me!

They weren't from another woman, too muffled for high heels unlike mine which seemed to signal 'girl alone' to all and sundry, I attempted a quick look behind me but could not see anyone, maybe I was imagining it after all. I had side-stepped a puddle but the feet behind me didn't and the splash was unmistakeable, someone was definitely behind me, my stomach churned slowly like a cement mixer. "Stay calm," I told myself, not far to my door, just a couple of hundred yards. I looked around for someone else but there was no-one, not a soul, just parked cars and everyone in their houses with welcoming lights blazing all around me. 

I tried not to make so much noise but five-inch stilettos don't do quiet and it seemed deafening, I quickened my pace but a tight pencil skirt only allows a short step but I strode out as fast as I could. I was suddenly conscious of my breasts like bellows inside my tightly buttoned jacket, I had no coat because it was actually reasonably warm for autumn and I felt really overdressed. I like clothes, I have masses of them, mostly fairly expensive business suits like the one I was wearing, dark blue with a faint pinstripe running through the cloth.

I cursed the skirt wishing I had worn the matching trousers I had made with the suit, I could have got a much faster move on and I probably wouldn't have felt so vulnerable. The footsteps were really close behind now, too close for comfort but I daren't look around, just keep going not far now. Damn the skirt! I had worn it to show off during a presentation I had given to a group of mostly men from my department, I love my legs and I know a lot of the guys do judging by the direction of their eyes when I cross them. But now I really wish I had gone for the trousers.

Should I hitch it up a little so I can stride better? "Come on Katie, stop being so paranoid, whoever it was probably lived in the same direction as me, get a grip," I rebuked myself. 

Five doors away, four, three, two, god my keys, why had I not got them out before now? The footsteps behind were almost on top of me. I turned sharp into my doorway, fingers trembling with the key in the lock, a couple of cars tearing along the street, near but so far away. The lock turned really slowly but the door gave and I was pushing my way in, safe at last!

The hallway was dark and I fumbled for the light clicking it on just as a force from behind propelled me into the passage, the door slamming shut behind me, the man from behind now a reality and towering over me. 

"Oh god," I squealed. "Who are you, what do you want?"

For some reason I had closed my eyes when he shoved me from behind but now I opened them slowly, not really wanting to face up to what I already knew. It was a man, a tall man wearing black, all black and a ski mask. I was about to scream but a hand covered my mouth and anyway what would be the point, I lived alone and no one would hear anything. He was wearing gloves, probably leather driving gloves. He didn't hurt me just stifled what would have come from my lips.

He hadn't spoken a word. "What are you going to do to me?" I squeaked. Still he didn't say anything. He was strong, tall yet lean and obviously fit, I had no chance. Oh god, he's going to rape me! "Please don't rape me." I said in a pathetic voice.

I'm barely five foot without my heels and he was over six. He made a move and suddenly I was over his shoulder, his hand across my bottom, my hair sagging over the top of my head as he ascended the stairs effortlessly. I kicked my legs and thumped his back but it made no difference, his grip was total and in a minute he was in my bedroom and I was going backwards through the air thankfully getting a soft landing in the centre of my bed. He flicked on the light as I struggled to keep my knees together to prevent him seeing up my skirt and then propelled myself off the mattress to try and escape the inevitable but he grabbed me by the hair. I was dangling on the end of it in his grip, trying to get a foothold but my heels were going in all directions beneath me.

"Please don't rape me," I said again. His physique was overpowering and frightening in his all black clothing and I knew I had no chance to prevent him doing what he wanted to me.

"On your knees bitch!" he growled speaking for the first time through the mask, harsh and commanding. "Get down there and suck my cock."

"Please, please," I squealed, my hair seemingly about to come out by the roots, he gave me little choice but to kneel in front of him. "If I do it will you let me go?"

His grip loosened slightly. "Suck my cock bitch," he rasped. "Maybe I won't fuck you if you are good."

My head was whirling wildly, what to do for the best? If I refused he would hurt me for sure, he was too powerful to fight off and maybe he would go after I did it. My fingers played with the zip which didn't want to come down, I was trembling too much but eventually it gave and I delved inside.

God his cock was enormous! Easily the biggest I had ever seen and so hard. The throbbing shaft standing proud and in contrast to the black of his clothes, its huge angry looking purple-red bulb seeking me out. I had never seen a man's erection up close before, in fact I had only seen a couple of cocks in my life apart from videos on the internet!

My first encounter was just over five years ago on my sixteenth when a boyfriend seduced me on holiday and took my virginity, then about three years ago my then boss fucked me so I could keep my job. Instead of sacking me I agreed to him having me and bent over his desk whilst he did it. I never saw his cock just felt it, face down on his work station with him behind me grunting like a dog. I kept my job, got promoted then became his boss and sacked him almost immediately!

My only other encounter was with a guy I had met through a dating agency, he was sweet, too sweet in fact and hardly dared touch me! We had sex a few times before it fizzled out and since then, nothing. Guys seem to avoid me. They say blondes have more fun but I am one and its rubbish, maybe I come over as too bossy or aloof or even more interested in my own sex which I'm not, either way I haven't had sex for almost a year 

So this was my first up-close meeting with a guy's fully hard cock and it was nothing like I had expected, his erection was steely hard giving me a stark reminder of his total domination over me. The man tightened his grip on my hair, pressing the back of my head and forcing me towards the baying animal, its shiny mushroom thing demanding to be sucked. Droplets of cum oozed from its tip and not knowing what else to do I put a hand around the base of its length, my fingers barely able to encircle its girth. 

He pushed me hard onto the end of his cock, forcing it between my lips and into my mouth, the first time I had felt the hard warmth of a man there and it was strange. I was forced to take him almost to its full extent, the pressure of his hand on my head and hair left me no option so I did as he intended. His shaft slid back and forth over my tongue, a salty taste filling my senses, no one had ever mentioned what a cock tastes like but it had a definite twang, in fact not unpleasant and I found myself shrink wrapping my mouth around the hard girth, cheeks pinching in as I sucked him hard.

There was no sound from him, his hips had pushed forward and his hand kept up the momentum, dictating the speed of the blowjob then he suddenly pulled away.

"Show me your tits, bitch" he rasped. "Strip down to your waist!"

My fingers trembled almost to the point of being useless as I unbuttoned my jacket and shrugged it off my shoulders to tackle my blouse. It was hopeless. He reached down and in one movement ripped the blouse down my front, buttons flying off in all directions, a very expensive silk blouse in tatters. I discarded the shreds and began fumbling behind me with the clasp on my bra; my breasts spilling forward then out into the open as I ejected it from my front. 

"Give me a tit-fuck," he demanded. 

Another first for me. I placed his cock between my breasts and squeezed them together, massaging his length as fast as I could. My thinking had turned to making him get off, maybe then he would go and set me free! The shiny head popped up and down in front of me as I obeyed him to the letter, expecting him to shoot his stuff at any second but he didn't, instead he was urging me back to my feet. 

"Take your skirt off."

"You said you wouldn't do that if I did what you said," I spluttered. 

"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he growled, "so get used to it, now strip."

I considered all possibilities and all probabilities then unclasped my skirt, lowering it down my legs before stepping out of it. He was going to rape me whatever I did, but it didn't mean he had to hurt me. I decided to obey him to the letter; he was too powerful for me to refuse anyway.

I felt tiny now, even in my stilettos I was no match for his height and now I was only wearing panties I really did feel helpless. 

"Take them off."

I slid my panties over my hips and down over the shoes, ready to discard them along with my other clothes when he grabbed them from me and stuffed them into my mouth and pushed me back onto the bed. The last time I worried he may have seen up my skirt but this time I was naked and he was quickly between my legs before I could defend my secret. His tongue flicked from a slit in the heavy woollen mask, pulling off his glove he licked his finger before finding my entrance, seeking out my clit in one move. I gasped as he touched my delicate bit and played it gently but firmly bringing my sex sharply into play. 

His giant cock waved in front of him as he guided it towards my pussy and I held my breath as he found me, pushing against my entrance before penetrating me. I would have squealed but for the panties but breathed hard against them as he entered me forcibly, taking me effectively and decisively, spreading my legs wider until he was hard against me, his harsh clothing rasping my delicate area as he began to fuck me. 

I lay back helpless on my bed, arms pinned by my head as he had his way, his eyes a piercing hazel from the slits in the hood, small sounds of pleasure muffled by it as he pleasured his cock inside me. Who was he? Why me? What would he do after he had finished with me? These were the questions buzzing around my head as his cock searched out my inner depths.

His shaft felt like a rod of fire as he fucked me mercilessly, taking me wholly and completely, my feelings of fear and excitement mingling as he hovered over me, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop him. His cock seemed to swell even more inside me, filling my pussy entirely, sliding back and forth at an ever increasing pace then he was releasing me, withdrawing and pulling me up from the bed at the same time. 

He dragged me off the bed and forced me to kneel, his cock once again at my lips forcing itself between them into my mouth, his hand on the nape of my neck dictating the action. I sucked him as before, expecting his load at any second then he pulled away tilting my head back to face up to him. That first streak of his cum was like boiling liquid as it streaked across my face, then another and yet another then he was back in my mouth and a glob of thick stuff blocked my throat. I gagged briefly then swallowed and more followed until I could sense his satisfaction, I had served my purpose and he was spent. The long shaft suddenly disappeared into his trousers as he zipped himself up.

I was still on my knees as he vanished from the room almost in silence, then he was gone and I was alone, exhausted and still terrified. It seemed ages before I could get to my feet and totter to the bathroom, sluicing his juices from my face before cloaking myself in my bathrobe. 

A few drinks and about an hour later my hands were still trembling but not so much as I tentatively clacked away at my keyboard. The website was a familiar one for me, 'Live your fantasy!' it proclaimed. I clicked up my submission from about six weeks before and there it was, almost as it had happened, just as I had written from start to finish. My fantasy had just come true. I had forgotten I had posted it, not giving my real name or address but detailing my journey home from work and my usual time on the tube and the short walk to my door. I had even uploaded a photo of my distinctive Mulberry handbag, a present to myself for my last big promotion and always on my shoulder. Someone had read it and acted on it!

I had finished off my fantasy with the words 'if I struggle I don't really mean it, if I say no I mean carry on and if I beg, then make me suffer!'

I was still staring at my words when an email alert flashed up. I went to the inbox and opened it. 'Hope you got what you wanted. You are a fantastic actress and a great fuck. LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT TIME!'



Be Careful What You Wish For



Hi folks, okay let's do the disclaimer first. Please don't take this one seriously.It's just a fun Halloween piece. Thanks to Mikothebaby for editing this while struggling with a Migraine. Some of you who've been here for a while might recognize this story. Anyway, this one is that subtle kind of scary, so grab someone to hold onto while you read it. SS06

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Okay, I'm rich, but don't hold it against me. I made my money the old fashioned way; I inherited it. My company, DMI industrial, was started by my great grandfather and a few of his friends before my grandfather was born. Over the decades, the name had been changed as certain partners were bought out and others bought in. As a matter of fact, the original name of the company was Melvin, Dwapps, Bennett & Company. Later on, the Iovine family merged with us, along with several other investors who were all covered by the "& company," tag.

During the Second World War, there was a big scandal and the Bennetts were thrown out of the company. My grandfather, Robert Dwapps, shored the company up during those perilous financial times by loaning the company a part of his personal fortune to see us through some of the more difficult times. In exchange for that, he got more of the company's stock and a bigger stake in the way things were run. The company name was changed to reflect that and also to reflect the fact that we were a bigger company. We became Dwapps, Melvin, and Iovine Industrial. During the 90's my dad shortened the name to DMI Industrial because it was easier to say and to remember.

Over the past twenty years, the Iovines had been hit with a series of set-backs and ended up selling off the majority of their stock. My dad was only too happy to acquire it. As a result, the Dwapps family now controls 78% of the company's stock. The Melvins control approximately 18% and the Iovines the remaining 4%.

Except for the fact that I make a shitload of money, I'm just like you. I go to work every day and I work hard. Just like you, I have people to answer to, our customers. They want more and more from us every year and they always want a discount or lower prices. I have to keep coming up with ways to cut costs and yet, keep the quality of the products either the same for less money, or better.

At the same time, I have to answer to my employees, who each year expect more money in the form of raises and bonuses, while they want to have more time off and more benefits. The two things that are killing me right now are unions and rising health care costs. Anyway, this story isn't about business. It's about my life and my marriage and how just a little while ago both of them sucked.

My name is Wayne, I'm 27 years old. I'm reasonably good looking and in shape. As mentioned before, I'm financially well off and most would have expected me to be happily married. I wasn't.

"I'd been married to Aida, whom our friends call "Ai", for short, for about four years when the trouble began. The thing about Ai, which is pronounced "Eye," is that she is very beautiful and very charming. In fact, she's too beautiful and too charming for me. As I said, except for the fact that I'm filthy stinking rich, I'm a normal guy. I go to the bar and hang out with a lot of the guys who work for me. I don't ride around in a limo like Thurston Howell III, I drive a Mustang GT. And I don't sit around in suits eating caviar and drinking champagne. Most of my day is spent at one or another of the plants my company runs. And I'm usually on the floor making sure that things are running well and that problems are being solved. If I'm not doing that, I'm in the offices making sure that the people who make sure we get paid and pay our bills are doing their jobs.

Anyway, Ai was the prettiest girl in town all through school and college and I guess no one expected the two of us to end up together. She was always the sweetheart of some dashing young football player or something like that. I usually dated nice girls all through school until the middle of high school. My last two years of high school, I didn't know that Aida existed. She was around and she was still beautiful and built like a brick ship yard but when a man is in love, nothing else mattered. And all during the eleventh and twelfth grades, I was in love.

The subject of my affection was Maria Hess. She and Aida couldn't be less alike. Where Aida is taller and more voluptuous; Maria was shorter and waif like. Aida is blond and tan; Maria had that very pale, very creamy Irish skin and a smattering of freckles. Her fiery red hair went halfway down her back and was naturally curly, where Aida's was straight.

From the first day that Maria came into our school, I was hooked. When she walked over to me and said that the teacher had told her to ask me to show her around, I was hooked further. We had a brief rough patch when she asked me what my name was. "Wayne Dwapps," I said smiling at her. When she erupted in laughter and turned me red in the face with embarrassment, I almost walked away. She grabbed me by my hand and pulled me back. Her touch was electric and I wasn't the only one who felt it. When she looked into my eyes to apologize, something special passed between us.

It was then that I noticed that she hadn't let go of my hand. I walked her around the school and showed her where everything was. We saw the cafeteria, the ladies locker room, the science labs and every other point of interest around the school. 

At the end of my tour, I walked her to her next class and explained to her teacher what was going on. Mrs. Mertz, her English teacher, thanked me and actually wrote me a pass for my next class. As I turned to leave, Maria came over to me and whispered that I should come back to that room after the class, so I could help her find the cafeteria for lunch. I was puzzled, because I'd already shown her where it was, but I agreed.

I met her back at her classroom and escorted her to the cafeteria. I usually sat with a group of my friends. We weren't the most popular kids in the school, but we weren't shunned either. From the moment we walked into the room, every eye in the place was on Maria. I sat down at the table and she just stood by the chair next to me, looking at me. Most of my friends around the table were too stunned by her to notice anything. I quickly jumped up and pulled her chair out for her. 

Then she sat down and I introduced her to everyone at the table. A couple of the girls offered to show her where all of the things in the ladies facilities were and she thanked them. Louise Jefferson offered to show her where some of the places most of us hung out after school were too. Maria just smiled and said she had me for that. A couple of people looked up in shock when she said that. I guess it was because at that time, I usually just went out with girls as friends. I knew that we were only in high school and most of the relationships we were making wouldn't last beyond that. I thought it was kind of silly to get tied down to someone that you were only going to break up with when high school ended.

I went to most of the dances that the school held with one friend or another. Unlike today, there was no pressure for sex or anything like that. At the end of a good date, you got a good night kiss. At the end of a bad date, you got a friendly handshake. Louise Jefferson, Edith Bunker and Maude Findlay were some of the girls I usually took to the dances or often to movies or other events. Like me, they sometimes attended events with others in our circle, but there weren't really any permanent couples.

The jocks and the cheerleaders did settle into those little high school marriages but for the most part the rest of us didn't.

Maria's presence seemed to upset the way things had been from that very first day. Near the end of our lunch, we were all talking about a host of different things when Paul got up and came over to our table from the jock's table. He had a couple of the cheerleaders trailing behind him and he headed straight for Maria.

"Hi, I'm Paul Frehley," he said. "Everyone calls me Ace." He held out his hand to Maria and she shook it. I saw the end of her at our table then.

"Why do they call you that?" she asked. "Do you play cards or something? I always thought that gambling was kind of stupid."

"Uhm, no," he said. "What I play is football and..." I saw the whole thing in my mind. The quarterback of our team was a guy named Jack Daniels. Jack went out with Aida, of course, who was the hottest girl in our school. So Ace figured he'd claim Maria. I guess in that whole high school pecking order theory, it made sense.

"I hate football. It's boring," said Maria. "Do you do steroids?"

"Uhm, why would you ask me that?" said Ace nervously. He'd jammed his hands in his pockets and was looking for an escape strategy.

"I've heard they make your ego bigger, but they make your brain and your dick smaller," said Maria. She had the most angelic look on her face when she said it. Ace turned red in the face and was getting really pissed.

"Hey Ace," I said. "That was a great play you made last weekend. We would have lost for sure if their safety had gotten clear of you after that interception. All it took after that was for our defense to hold them back for two plays and the clock to run out. But if you hadn't tackled that guy and he'd gotten across the goal line, the game would have been over."

Ace stuck his chest back out and asked me if I was coming to the game that weekend. "Of course," I said. "We're at every game. We have to show some school spirit, right?"

"Right," he said. "See ya later Wayne. See you at the game." As he turned away a lot of things happened all at once. Aida, who'd heard the entire exchange, nodded her head and smiled at me. It was the first time that the school's princess had done anything that let me know that she knew I existed. A funny feeling went through me then.

At the same time, Maria noticed that Aida had noticed me and clamped down on my hand almost hard enough to break bones and glared at her.

As Ace and the cheerleaders went back to their table, several of the people at ours stifled their laughter. Maria couldn't have been any ruder if she'd planned it. It did start a trend of students in our school reacting to stupid or rude behavior by asking the person if they were on steroids. After lunch, we had an assembly in the auditorium. It was a Friday and there was a game on Saturday, so most of the assembly would be the pep rally for the game.

The principal, Dr. Smith, got up and said a few words and made a few announcements about weekend and upcoming events. He also introduced the newest member of the student body and had her stand up so everyone would see her. He said that way if she got lost or something everyone could recognize her and help her out. He asked her where she was from and if there was anything she liked about our area so far.

That was when Maria displayed her wicked sense of humor. She stood up very demurely and said that she really enjoyed the weather in our area.

Doctor Smith asked her what she liked about it since summer was gone and it was chilly and often wet.

"I like the Wayne," she said.

"What is it about rain that you like?" he asked. By this time half of the students there were laughing.

"Nothing much," she said. "I just like everything about Wayne Dwapps."

With a puzzled expression on his face, Dr. Smith introduced the football coach. I don't think that I remember a single thing he said. I was too busy with my head down trying to hide my embarrassment. All of my friends were laughing and pointing at me, except for Louise. Louise and I were supposed to be going to the game that next day and I think she knew that things in our circle were due for a change.

And change they did. Over the next few weeks, several guys on the football and or basketball teams made a play for Maria and were rebuffed, sometimes embarrassingly. She was asked to try out for the cheerleading squad and declined publicly. "I am nowhere near coordinated and athletic enough for something like that," she said laughing. "Do you know how embarrassing it would be for me to jump up in the air like that and have the wrong people see my panties, or worse yet what if I wasn't wearing any? Thank you, but I'll just watch from the stands."

That puzzled a lot of people who'd seen her the weekend before. We'd had a rare spell of warm fall weather and I'd had a party around our pool. Maria had been doing nearly perfect dives off the diving board that afternoon that everyone there, including a couple of the cheerleaders had seen.

Maria seemed to be a study in contradictions. My parents loved her. My dad told me to make sure that I didn't let her get away. My mom thought the same thing. Most of my friends who were guys told me how lucky I was. Half of the girls loved her and the other half couldn't stand her. Girls who were interested in my friends found her the nicest girl on earth. We frequently doubled dated and she did all she could to help them in their quests. But any girl, including, Edith, Louise and Maude who even looked at me sideways found out, like Ace did, that Maria could be a first class bitch. And once you got on her list, there was no way to get off of it.

Edith found that out the hard way. She was used to the way we'd always done things. She came over at lunch one day and asked me if anyone had asked me to the Sadie Hawkins dance yet. No one had and it was like the air was let out of the room all at the same time. I was just about to say that no one had, when Maria answered for me in a voice as cold as ice and as hard as broken glass.

"Yes, I did," she said. And in my thinking, she was lying. "But Edith, I don't really understand you. Since I've been here, I've always thought of you as a friend. I mean we speak all the time, we've socialized, but still you go and try to stab me in the back."

Edith looked puzzled. For most of our lives we'd always been a group of friends who all intermingled. "Huh?" she said.

"You're trying to embarrass me in front of everyone here by asking my boyfriend to go to a dance with you, while I'm sitting here," said Maria.

"I didn't know that the two of you were..." began Edith.

"How could you not know?" asked Maria. "Are you doing steroids?"

"Well, all of us just go out with each other from time to time," began Edith. "And I hadn't done anything with Wayne in a while and..."

"And now you know why," spat Maria, grabbing my hand. "Wayne and I are going to every dance together and more," she said.

Not only did she cause a stir around the school, she never let poor Edith off the hook. For the next year, Edith was excluded (accidentally of course) from more parties and picnics than she was invited to. Often Edith's invitations were somehow printed wrong; like the time Edith's invitation to a formal dinner read "Costume party". Poor Edith showed up in a clown suit while everyone else was dressed to the nines.

I blamed myself for it, but I was helpless. I was so in love with Maria that I couldn't say no to anything she wanted. During our senior year, things got worse. We got to pick our classes that year and she made sure we had the exact same schedule. She even took auto shop. The two of us were together from first thing in the morning until I drove her home at night. We'd both been accepted to several of the same colleges and she'd just sprung her latest idea on me. We would work during the summers and pool our money to rent an apartment on campus.

My parents loved the idea. Even though I didn't have to worry about paying for college, my dad wanted me to learn to be responsible, so he liked the idea of me working. That was, of course, another feather in Maria's cap. My dad gave us both jobs for the summer. A lot of my friends were really jealous.

I was on cloud nine. Maria had explained to me why we needed an apartment instead of staying at the dorms. We were both still virgins, but she explained that we wouldn't be after college started and we moved into our apartment. I'd thought about the two of us many times over the two years that we'd been together. Maria always claimed that she'd just fallen for me the first time she saw me. It had taken me a couple of minutes longer but I could see that, since it was the same way I felt about her. Some of my friends thought that it was the fact that I was going to be rich, but Maria had gone gaga over me before she knew my family had money.

Anyway, I never needed to worry about it because none of it ever happened. We didn't move into the apartment and we didn't live happily ever after. Less than two weeks before we graduated from high school, Maria's paternal grandmother died. Her family drove back to their home state for the funeral. Maria's dad was very upset about the passing of his mother. He drank a bit too much after the funeral. He still thought that it would be okay for him to drive the first leg of the long road trip home.

Drunk and tired he veered across the traffic lanes and was reunited with his mother in the afterlife. His wife and son went with him. The only surviving member of the family was Maria's older sister who had stayed home because she had a job she couldn't leave. Maria lingered on fighting for her life for nearly a week, but she never regained consciousness. Her injuries were too horrific and the doctors said that it was a miracle that she'd managed to keep the grim reaper at bay for that long. When she finally gave in, it was as if a piece of my heart had been ripped out. I spent the summer in my room, depressed.

I couldn't figure out how fate could be so cruel. How is it, that life lifted me to heights I never expected or reached for, only to dash my spirit against hard sharp rocks with no explanation? By the time I was able to function again, it was far too late to get a spot in a dorm. My father wasn't even sure I was ready to go to school yet, but I did. I ended up renting an apartment on my own since I couldn't get into a dorm.

My first few weeks of college were awful. All throughout high school, I'd hung with a crowd. I had a few friends who were attending the same college I was, but things were different. They didn't know how to approach me and I was still depressed. Depressed isn't really a strong enough term for it.

I walked around dressed all in black, every day. I wore a black shirt, black pants and a long black coat everywhere. If I was outside, I wore black sunglasses as well. Now that I think about it I must have invented the Goth movement single handedly.

It finally took one guy to start dragging me out of my depression. Nope I didn't turn gay; he was an old friend of mine. Ace Frehley wasn't doing well in college. He'd come into school on a football scholarship and hadn't made the transition from the high school game to the faster more brutal college game. He was, at that time, a second stringer and in increasing danger of losing his scholarship. At the same time, hanging out with the cool kids like he did in high school wasn't helping him in class. The professors expected their assignments turned in and turned in on time. Ace was losing it on two fronts.

Ace and Aida had gravitated into some sort of a relationship when they both ended up in our current school. Jack had gone into the military like his father and grandfather and had left Aida behind. Aida, as beautiful as she was, had been having too many problems in her classes to have time to go out for the cheerleading team in college, so she was concentrating on her studies. This wasn't setting well with Ace and they'd begun arguing.

I later found out that they'd had other problems as well. They had several personality issues and were probably just not suited for each other. They clung to each other because both needed the comfort that familiarity can bring in a new situation. Both of them had gone from being big fish in the high school pond to being smaller nearly anonymous fish in the ocean of college. That's often an easier transition for people who were less popular than it is for the high school elite.




Be Careful What You Wish For



At any rate, there I was secure in my depression. I'd wrapped myself in a warm cocoon of loneliness only to have it shattered one afternoon by the sound of yelling as Ace and Aida screamed at each other. Onlookers seemed to smile a bit and passed right by them. Ace reached out his hand to hit her and before I realized it, I moved.

"Ace, what are you doing?" I asked.

"...Bitch is getting on my fuckin' nerves," he mumbled. He was clearly drunk.

"Dude, there is never any reason to hit a girl," I said. "And even if it was a guy that you were about to hit, there are too many people around here. You could get kicked off of the team. You're also drunk. If your coach gets wind of that, you're off of the team."

"You're right Wayne," he said. "This bitch ain't worth it. I'm going to class."

"Ace, if you go to class and your professor smells your breath you're history. Go back to your dorm and email him that you're sick and you couldn't make it to class. Ask him for your assignments. Then just sleep it off," I said.

He nodded his head and gave me a drunken hug and just walked away.

Aida just stood there the whole time. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes on the verge of tears. "He was...he was going to hit me...again," she said.

I didn't know how to react to that. I also didn't know what to say to her so I just stood there too. The next thing I knew she'd just thrown her arms around me and started sobbing. I know this will make me seem like an asshole, but she smelled really good and felt even better. For the first time in months, my dick let me know that I was human. It was even worse in my case because Maria and I had never consummated our relationship. I was at nineteen still a virgin and control over my urges was a tentative thing at best.

"Wayne...thanks, "she said. She looked at me strangely. I thought for a second that she'd felt my dick pressed up against her. It seemed almost like she didn't know what to say.

"Wayne, we've known each other for a long time," she said. "And I've wanted to tell you how sorry I am about your girlfriend, but we've never really talked to each other. So I didn't know what to say."

"Thanks," I said. "I've been kind of out of it. For two years we just..."

"I guess this is the wrong time to tell you this," she said. "But do you remember the first day that she came to our high school?"

"I remember," I said. "It was the first time you ever noticed me

"It really wasn't the first time I noticed you," she said. "It was just the first time that I'd been close enough to you to see the kind of person you were. You really defused that situation and made it so that everyone could walk away with their pride. I wanted to talk to you after that, but uhm..."

"But uhm what?" I asked. I was really intrigued.

"You know...Maria," she said softly.

"Well it wasn't just Maria," I said. "You were going out with Jack, too."

"No," she said. "It's different."

"How is it different?" I asked.

"Well, if I went out with someone different, Jack would have been unhappy," she began. "But as long as I was upfront with him. It would have been okay. Jack was a pretty good guy. But Maria? Unh uh."

"What do you mean?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled.

"You really don't know do you?" she asked. "Don't you remember Edith?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"Wayne, from the first day that she walked into the school, Maria made it very clear to everyone, that you were hers. She didn't want to be popular. She didn't want to be a cheerleader. She didn't care about classes or clubs. You were it for her. I used to think that the way you guys handled high school and dating was great. You were just a group of friends who all dated freely amongst themselves when we were too young to really settle down. That way you got to really learn about people and what you really wanted in a relationship but also what you didn't. It was different for my crowd because athletes are so competitive and possessive. Cheerleaders are the same way. There's that whole pecking order of equal to equal. The head cheerleader goes with the quarter back or the starting center, no one else will do."

"But then when Maria got to our school, your group changed too. Everyone else in your group seemed to still date whoever they pleased but you and Maria were a couple. And any girl who tried to date you was on her shit list. The thing about it was that she was really evil about it. It wasn't enough for her to put them in their place and let them know that you were hers. Once you got on her list, you could never get off of it. I wasn't brave enough to try. And she didn't care who it was. Do you remember when Ace tried to come over to your table on the first day? I admit that he was being an asshole with his whole, "I gonna go get her and bring her over to our table routine," but she read him like a book and went after him. She went out of her way to humiliate him. Do you remember the things she said about him before you intervened? Remember her cracks about steroids shrinking your brain and your dick? If you hadn't stepped in who knows what could have happened."

"Remember when we asked her about being a cheerleader? Everyone was talking about the way she did those dives into your pool. She'd have been a great cheerleader. But she resisted any and everything that could have possibly come between you two."

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"Maybe not," she said. "But maybe giving both of you a chance to experience someone else would have been good for you."

"I guess," I said. "All I know is that I miss her. I feel like a chunk of my heart is gone without her."

"Wayne, I know this sounds awful, but I really mean it," she began. "You do have other friends if you need someone to talk to."

"I know," I said. "But it just seems to be easier to sit there in my apartment and grieve or sulk or whatever you want to call it." Then I noticed that she was staring at me wide eyed.

"Okay, what did I do now?" I asked.

"Wayne, you have an apartment?" she asked.

"Yeah, I couldn't get into the dorms at the last minute," I said.

"Wayne, do you realize how over crowded the dorms are?" she asked. "My room has four girls in a space that was designed for two. Do you have any idea of how noisy it is, or how chaotic that is? I can barely find the room or the time to study there."

"I guess I am kind of lucky," I said.

"Wayne, you have a lot of life left," she said. "Try to enjoy some of it. If Maria really loved you, even half as much as you loved her, she'd want you to go on living for both of you." I nodded my head and waved good bye to her as I started off towards the class that I was late for.

It was roughly a day after that conversation that things started to change. I was sitting on the couch in front of my fireplace reading a chapter for one of my classes. I had a bowl of popcorn and a cold beer, although at nineteen years old, I was technically not old enough to be drinking it. But shit, it was my apartment, so I made the rules.

I heard someone knocking on my door so I got up and answered it. I opened the door and there stood Aida looking at me.

"I was debating," she said smiling.

"I thought you were a cheerleader," I said. "Wow, cheerleader and debate team member. That's a great combination."

"No," she said. "What I meant was that I was trying to decide if you were an asshole or just out of practice." I looked at her like she was crazy. And she started talking again.

"There are a bunch of your friends from high school at this school too," she continued. "So I asked a bunch of them about you. Every single God damned one of them thinks you're a really good guy. They said that even though you're pretty fucking rich, you're a normal guy. Most of them also think you're a nice guy. So I figured that you're just out of practice."

"What am I out of practice at?" I asked.

"Dealing with women," she said, walking past me and into my apartment.

"I mean you've dated some in your younger years, but for the past two, which were really the most important ones, you were pretty much taken," she said. "So you're out of practice at interpreting the signals a woman gives you."

"No I'm not," I said. "I just never learned that."

"So how did you know when Maria wanted something?" she asked.

"That was easy," I smiled. "We didn't play games like that. If she wanted something she just told me."

"Well yesterday, I hinted around about how lucky you were to have all of this space to yourself," she said. She turned around giving me a view of that impressive body. I had to admit that in terms of pure physical beauty, Aida was far prettier and built much better than Maria. "Of course that was before I saw it. This apartment is beautiful. I guess I was expecting you to say something like, "Well, if you ever need a place to study, Aida," she said trying to make her voice sound like mine. She looked me in the eyes.

"But you never invited me," she said. "You never even told me where you live."

"Sorry," I said. "Maybe I am out of practice. And that isn't just dealing with women; that's called manners."

"No harm done," she said. "I'm here now." She looked at the fireplace and the popcorn and my half-finished beer.

"So what are you doing?" she asked. I held up my book.

"I have three chapters to read before class, day after tomorrow. I was reading tonight and tomorrow I'll answer the questions at the end of the chapter."

She looked around the room. "You were sitting on the couch, right?" she asked. I nodded.

"I don't want to disturb you, so I'll take the chair," she smirked. "I like beer too you know." That evening wasn't what I expected. We barely spoke. Aida read her chapter and I read mine. Except for our eyes meeting a few times, we could have been in different buildings. When nine thirty rolled around she stretched and thanked me for the use of the room.

"I though you said your building's curfew was eleven," I asked curiously.

"I had to take three buses to get here," she smiled. "And I don't want to be out very late, alone."

I put my jacket on and told her I'd drive her home. She just smiled at me and nodded her head. "Okay," she said. "Your friends were right. You're a nice guy after all."

Aida didn't let up. She was back the next night. She knocked on the door and smiled at me. "Uhm, can I get my spot back?" she asked. I nodded and she hesitated, she didn't just walk in. "There's just one little thing," she said.

She reached around and pulled another girl into the light. The girl was slimmer than Aida and taller. She wore glasses and looked really studious. "This is Heather," Aida said. "She lives in the dorm next to mine. She can't get any studying done either and she's pre-med. The good news is that she has a car so you won't have to get up to drive me home."

Heather barely said anything. Aida took up her station in the chair and looked at me. "Where's the fire?" she asked. I lit the fire and handed her a beer. Heather opted for juice and looked around the room. I was sitting with my feet on the couch and she just sat at the other end and the three of us settled in to do our studying.

The couch was long, but it wasn't so long that Heather and I didn't over-lap when we stretched our legs out. There were several times when our legs brushed each other and we looked up. After a while, Aida noticed this and started watching us.

Just before they left they both thanked me. Heather grabbed my hand and shook it, smiling at me. "I got so much reading done," she said. "I've never been able to do that at the dorm." Over the weekend I went home. But Monday, they were back to study. Things seemed to be tenser between them though. The first thing I noticed was that Aida gave up her chair for the couch. Heather didn't seem to be happy about it, but she buried her head in her book and started reading.

This time it was me who didn't get anything done. All I had on my mind was Aida and how soft her skin was and how great she smelled. She looked up several times and smiled at me. I was so busy trying to look at her over the edge of the book I wasn't reading, that I missed all of the subtle signs. 

Heather and I had made incidental contact several times during the previous hours long study session. Aida had slowly inched her legs closer and closer towards mine and once they got there she never moved them away. Even through our pants the constant contact gave me the biggest hard on ever and I could tell that not only could she see it, she enjoyed doing it.

The next evening Aida showed up alone. "Heather didn't need to study?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders and came in.

"You don't have to drive me home," she said. "I can take the bus."

"Aida, driving you home isn't a problem," I said. "I'd much rather drive you, than have you running around at night by yourself. Plus it's really cold out there."

She smiled at that. And put her books down. She had another bag with her and she went into my small kitchen and started looking through the cabinets. She finally found the plates and put two out. She looked at the stove and finally decided to forgo it. She put a bowl into the microwave and called me.

"I just thought it might be nice to have something to eat before we started to hit the books," she said. "Even in college we can't live on microwave popcorn and beer."

After dinner, she surprised me again. I expected with Heather not there that we'd go back to our previous arrangement. I took up my usual spot on my couch and she crawled over me into her spot. We settled in and started to read, but looked up at each other every few minutes. Every time our eyes met she smiled.

"So how's Ace doing?" I asked.

"Fine, I guess," she said. "I saw him a few days ago."

"That's good," I said.

"Why is it good?" she asked.

"I just meant that it sounds like you guys have worked everything out," I said, looking back at my book.

She pulled my book back down and looked at me. "Wayne, Ace and I aren't together anymore," she said.

"Oh, sorry," I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Well it's never good when people break up," I said nervously.

"You haven't seemed to mind," she said smiling.

"Huh?" I said. I just didn't get her point.

"Wayne, I wouldn't be coming over to study with you most nights if Ace and I were still together. I don't know what people think and I don't care much, but I'm not that kind of girl." Then she pulled her book up and started reading it. I could see her smiling and looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Apparently, she'd given me some kind of message.

Later that evening, when it was time for me to take her home, she started talking again. "Wayne, are you going home again this weekend?" she asked.

"I hadn't really decided yet," I said. "Why?"

"Just wondering," she said. I started the car and she bit her lip. I could tell she wanted to know something.

"Spill it Aida," I said. "We are friends after all. You can ask me stuff. The worst I can say is no. and since you seem to be my only friend, except for Heather, of course, I'll probably do it."

"Well, if you're going home, I just thought I might like to go home too. And if you're not going home this weekend, I was wondering if you might want to go to a movie or something."

I turned my head back to the road. "Is the idea of going to the movies with me that bad?" she asked. "You did say that we were friends."

"Don't be silly," I said. "It's just that. Well...there are a couple of things."

"What couple of things?" she asked.

"Well, you're like some kind of goddess. Why the hell would you..." I began.

"Don't start that shit," she said. "I'm a person. If I was all that hot, Jack wouldn't have just joined the army and left. Do you know what he said to me after all the time we'd been together? No wait...After the prom we ended up, well...I gave him my virginity. Do you know what he said afterward?"

I pulled over and looked at her. "Are you sure we should be talking about this?" I asked.

"Hell yes," she said. "He said and I quote, "Okay then."

She looked at me and I could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "He called me the next day to tell me that he was leaving. He wanted to get to the camp early so he'd know the layout and where everything was. Apparently, officer's training is very competitive. Do you know what he said to me before he left?"

"I was expecting some long, drawn out speech where he talked about what we meant to each other after going together throughout high school. Or some sensitive words to make up for the shitty reaction he'd had to the precious gift that I'd already begun to regret giving him the night before. He said, and again I quote, "Well, bye."

"Some fucking goddess," she said. I reached over and hugged her as she continued. "And Ace, he's tons worse. The first day that I got to school here, he just walked up to me and said, "Jack's in the army now. I guess it's just us."

"I saw US as being FRIENDS, but he seemed to think of it more like he'd acquired me by default. And by acquired, he seemed to think that we were supposed to have all the benefits that went with any relationship. He even told me that he knew I'd had sex with Jack. I guess Jack spoke more to him about us having sex than he did with me. I guess I'm some kind of hand me down, because Ace never treated me like I meant anything to him. I think you saw some of that. And you need to know something, Wayne. That look I gave you back in high school when you claimed that I noticed you for the first time. If Maria hadn't pounced on you, I'd have done a lot more than notice."

"What I noticed was a person, who risked getting into a bad situation himself, to provide a way out of a bad situation for two other people. Sure, maybe you were trying to calm Maria down, but you also gave Ace a way out. Because after the cracks she made, he'd probably have hit her and gotten himself expelled from school. Or you and he could have ended up fighting over it. But you kept a cool head and everyone walked away from it with their dignity intact. I never forgot that. But it was just never the right time to talk to you. She watched you like a hawk."

"And there's the other reason that it's probably not a good idea," I said.

"Wayne, I hate to sound like a hard ass about this, AGAIN," she said. "But she's gone and you have to keep on living. She wouldn't want you to be miserable. So as one friend to another, let's go to a movie."

And we did. The movie was only a start. Before too long, we were spending all of our time away from classes together. Aida was a very honest woman, so she shared with me what had actually happened with Heather. After seeing Heather and I rubbing legs on the couch, Aida had simply not invited her back. Nor had she invited any of her other friends who wanted to study.

Studying together was still one of our favorite things to do and Aida often brought food that she'd cooked for us to eat together. The next turning point for us came just after Thanksgiving break. We'd gone home for Thanksgiving and had each met the other's family. My mom and dad loved Ai, especially my dad. I think they read more into the relationship than there was. When I tried to explain to my mom that we were only friends; my mom looked at me like I belonged on the short bus.

"I let your father think that same thing," she said.

Ai's parents were drawn to the same conclusion. They acted like I was already their son or something. When we got back to school after the Thanksgiving break, things ramped up for us. We often went out if we weren't studying and whenever we walked anywhere we were pressed against each other. The biggest change came one night when it snowed. We'd been expecting a blizzard. There were storm warnings posted all over the place. Ai had me pick her up to come over and study anyway. I reminded her about the storm warnings and she told me that she was sure they were wrong. She said that the weather people didn't know their asses from a hole in the ground.




Be Careful What You Wish For



I looked out the window as it started to snow and she told me that we'd only get a light dusting. She lit the fireplace and we settled in on our couch with our popcorn and Dos Equis. A couple of hours later we looked outside when it was time to drive her home and there was no light coating of snow. We were in near blizzard conditions and the national weather service was advising people to stay off of the roads. Classes were canceled the next day at our school and there was no way for me to get Ai back to her dorm.

She just smiled at me and said, "I guess I'll have to stay over."

Have you ever seen one of those Disney movies where a cartoon wolf has to watch the sheep? That was how I felt. I was really worried and Aida was perfectly calm.

"Wayne, it'll be fine," she said. "Get me one of your T-shirts or better yet a sweat shirt to sleep in. You can just give me a pillow and a blanket and I'll sleep here on our couch."

"I'll put fresh sheets on the bed and you can sleep there," I said.

"No Wayne, I don't want to put you out of your own bed," she insisted. So I gave in.

"This will be just like having a sleepover party," she said. We watched an old movie on TV. Aida loved older movies. The movie we watched was "The girl can't help it."

Two things struck me as familiar. The first was the fact that Aida looked a lot like Jayne Mansfield. They both shared the strikingly blond hair and incredible smile. They both also had the huge boobs and butt. The second thing that was similar was the fact that, like Jayne's character in the movie, Aida seemed to be completely different from the way people perceived her.

It was a late movie and sitting there on the couch with Aida dressed only in one of my sweatshirts and her panties had me as hard as a rock. Before the movie ended, she'd leaned over on me and fallen asleep. I gently put the pillow under her head and covered her up. She looked so beautiful. Her legs peeking out from under the shirt were so smooth and so sexy. Her breasts were mouth-watering and her lips just begged to be kissed.

As I leaned over her, I was so tempted to kiss those lips. She twitched in her sleep and the lips appeared to pucker, almost as if she was waiting for me to kiss her. I tucked the blankets more firmly around her and headed to bed. I paused and looked out through the window and saw that the entire street outside was covered in a thick blanket of snow. It would take a while just to dig my car out, let alone get it moving. It was a good thing we had food. We might be here for a while. And the snow was still piling up outside.

I settled into my bed and dreamed impure thoughts. I awoke in the middle of the night with my senses aroused. My ears heard a light buzzing and there was a really nice smell too. Then my eyes popped open as I felt someone near me. Aida was snuggled against me, in my bed.

I didn't say a word. I just enjoyed it. I didn't move or try to take advantage of the situation. I just breathed in her smell and enjoyed the closeness. I awoke again several hours later to another smell. I was sure I smelled bacon. Aida was nowhere to be found. I got up and headed into the kitchen. I waved at her and she waved back. I could tell that something was wrong. She wasn't as happy as she'd been the night before.

She put two plates down on the table and sat down across from me.

"Good Morning," I said cheerfully.

"Morning," she echoed, without a lot of enthusiasm.

We looked at each other and both blurted out our thoughts at nearly the same time.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"You don't like me do you?" she asked a fraction of a second later.

I looked at her as if she was crazy. "What makes you think that?" I asked.

"Wayne, last night was a setup," she said. "I didn't accidentally end up having to stay here with you. I planned it. I lied about the weather report. I knew it was going to be a really bad storm. I packed my makeup and my toothbrush and a change of underwear. I even have more clothes in your car."

"Then why'd you have to sleep in one of my sweatshirts?" I asked.

"I didn't think I'd be in it for very long," she snapped. "Last night the two of us lying there on your couch was the most romantic night I've ever had. It was not supposed to end that way. Wayne, why didn't you kiss me?"

My eyes got a lot bigger. "When you covered me up, I wasn't asleep. I saw you looking at me. You wanted to kiss me. That, Wayne, was a magic moment. But you let it slip away."

"I...I just," I began.

"Wayne, I'm half naked," she said. "I got into your bed with you. You let that slip away too. You obviously don't like me."

"Aida, that's not it," I said. "I told you, I'm just not very good at all of the games. I don't know the codes or the smoke signals. And you're right, when I looked at you last night, I really did want to kiss you."

"Let me guess," she snapped. "You thought you'd be cheating on Maria, right?"

"No Ai," I said, looking into her eyes. "I didn't want to take advantage of YOU. From what you told me about Ace and Jack, I didn't want to be the next guy in a string."

"My luck continues," she sighed. "Wayne, since we're talking about this, there are a couple of things you need to know. First, yes you're right. Jack was a jackass. But that was partly my fault. It was, after all, the prom and I guess I just went along with it because pretty much everyone gets laid after their prom. You're eighteen, you're an adult and you're heading into the real adult world. I'd been curious about sex and I let it happen. Jack didn't hurt me. He didn't force me. I just kind of let it happen. It wasn't what I dreamed it would be like. It wasn't romantic, it wasn't special it just, WAS."

"Then Ace came along and again, I just went along with it. I mean, we were kind of a couple, even if it was by default and at least he kept the losers away from me. We had sex because he wanted to and I guess it was just expected. But then, I start hanging around this really nice guy, who apparently doesn't have a brain. He treats me better than anyone in my life has outside of my parents. He spends time with me and does things for me. So I figure that this time, maybe it's something that I want too. But he doesn't make a move on me. I wait for him to, but it doesn't happen. So I decide to help things along. I actually asked HIM for a date." My eyes got even bigger.

"Guess what," she continued. "We started going out. We stay in a lot too. Wayne, there are nights when I stayed in his apartment studying with him and I just wanted to leap on him and start kissing him. There were times when he'd rub his hairy legs against mine on that couch and my pussy would leak so much that I got dehydrated, but he never did anything."

"I saw that we were going to get a big storm and I imagined being snowed in and having to spend the night with him. We ended up snuggling together on his couch watching one of my favorite old movies. He still didn't make a move. So I figure he just doesn't want me."

I didn't say anything.

"Wayne, you said you don't know the signals," she said. "A girl is running around in your place in just her panties and a shirt. She wants you. She snuggles under a blanket rubbing herself against you. She wants you. She gets into bed with you and rolls over against you. SHE wants you BADLY."

"Oh..."I said.

"See what I mean by my luck?" she said. "The one guy that I really want to have doing something with me...doesn't."

I gently reached across the table to her and rubbed the sides of her face. I pulled her gently to me across the table and kissed those enticing lips. That first contact was magical. Her mouth opened and her tongue tentatively stretched across her lips where it touched mine. That was even more magical. We started sucking each other's tongues and our arms pulled at the other. The plate of bacon fell off the table. I looked down at it.

"Forget the bacon. I'll make more," she said. She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the living room. "Light the fire Honey," she said. "This is going to be special."

As I lit the fire and saw the flames begin to lick away at the artificial logs, the room took on that special glow that came from the light of a real fire. I reached above the fireplace and grabbed a handful of the crystals I kept there and threw them into the fire. The flames changed colors and the light changed with them. I turned back towards Aida just in time to see her lift my sweatshirt over her head. I knew that her body was spectacular but I was stunned. Some women look better clothed.

When you see women like that, the way that shirts or blouses drape over their boobs makes them seem bigger than they are or more proportioned. Bras make them sag less. Or pants and belts tend to pull in their waistlines or shape flat hips better. Aida was even more beautiful naked.

I just stood there staring at her and she smiled. "Why am I the only one under the blanket?" she asked, holding it open.

I moved towards her. "Wayne, take your clothes off and hurry up," she gushed. I settled under the blanket with her, our naked bodies rubbing and touching. I was surprised that sparks didn't shoot off of us every time we touched.

"Wayne, I'm on the pill," she said. "And I made Ace use condoms anyway. I hate to ask you this but was Maria the only person you were with?"

"No," I said shyly.

"Who else was there?" she asked.

"No one," I said. All of her questioning was starting to kill the mood and I think she could tell.

"Wayne, who besides Maria have you slept with?" she asked softly.

"Aida, I've never done this before," I said. "Maria and I never..."

"I'm your first?" she asked. I nodded my head and my dick wilted from my embarrassment.

"That's great, Honey," she said. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Let me handle everything." She moved back against me and started rubbing her breasts against me. That was all it took. My dick inflated like a balloon. I got so hard it hurt. She very slowly took me on a tour of her body. She showed me everything she liked. And let me try it all. She showed me just how to rub her breasts and her legs to arouse her.

She placed my hand on her vagina and showed me which parts to touch and which to stay away from until she was ready. She'd been ready since before we started. So the first time we skipped a lot of foreplay. She rolled on top of me and impaled herself on me. I almost went into shock when the head of my dick entered her pussy. It was the warmest, tightest, wettest, best thing I had ever felt in my life. It took everything I had not to just let go and cum in her before I even bottomed out. Even though I'd never done it before, I'd read about sex and seen more than my share of porn, so I knew what to do.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" she asked me breathlessly. We started off in a very slow rhythm. She leaned over me kissing me. I reached up and gently squeezed her melon-like breasts as they dangled mouth wateringly over me and just out of reach. "Oh fuck," she gushed, as my tongue licked one of her dark pink nipples. "Keep doing that Wayne."

Instinctively, I grabbed her ass and pulled her cheeks further apart so I could thrust myself deeper into her vagina. She liked that too. Her breathing grew more ragged and she started pushing herself back against me harder too. She started looking at me as if her eyes were going to explode. "Wayne...I..." she gasped. I started pulling her hips further forward. That seated me even deeper into her honey hole and caused her clit to bump the base of my dick.

"Oh fuck," she gasped. "Wayne, I'm gonna..."

She collapsed forward onto my chest and her mouth sought mine. Between kisses she babbled. "Wayne...gonna...so close...so good...never...oh!...oh yeah!" Then I felt her vagina tighten even more along my shaft. Suddenly, all of the muscles inside of her started to grip my dick. It was like her insides were trying to suck my dick. She left out one long breath inside of my mouth and her stomach fluttered on top of me."

At that point I just let go too. I had jacked off a lot. Lately I'd been thinking about her when I did, but nothing prepared me for the feeling of letting all of my built up seed loose in the place it was supposed to go. I felt drained and weak, but at the same time, warm and alive. We didn't scream or grunt but we both knew that something very special had happened between us. I felt as if waves of pleasure that began at my dick and radiated outwards had taken over my body. I looked at Ai and noticed that her eyes were unfocused and she had the biggest smile I'd ever seen on her face.

For a long time we just lay there in each other's arms in front of the fire. She turned away from me and for some reason I could feel that something was wrong. "What's wrong Ai?" I asked.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"I just feel like I wasted my first time," she said. "In a perfect world, this would have been my first time. It was so beautiful. I just feel so sparkly and content."

"Uhm, we don't live in a perfect world," I said. "And don't you think that one of us needed to know what to do?" She smiled and raised her head off of my chest.

"You're just being silly now," she said. "Wayne, I came."

"I did too," I smiled.

"Of course you did," she smirked. "You really coated my insides. I'm glad the blanket is under us or we'd probably have ruined this couch. But what I mean is you know that women don't always finish, right?" I looked at her because I'd never heard that before.

"Wayne, I came big time," she said. "I never have before this. Maybe it's selfish of me or something, but maybe that's why sex just never seemed that special. Maybe that's why I was so disappointed after the first time. Maybe that's why I just went along with Ace when he wanted it."

Then suddenly Aida slapped me. "Asshole," she spat. I was confused.

"What?" I asked.

"We could have been doing this for weeks now," she said, laying her pretty head back down on my chest.

We spent the rest of that day and most of the next finding out what we liked and didn't like. Aida gave me her first blow job. I was the first man to eat her pussy. Maybe I didn't get her cherry. I wasn't even the second person to have sex with her. But I was the first to do everything else.

We were young and healthy and we read a lot. We experimented and we tried everything. If we liked it, we kept it in our repertoire. If we didn't we simply didn't do it again. We tried anal and neither of us liked it. It was painful for Aida and it felt like my dick was going to snap off. Once we finally got it in, it just wasn't worth all of the extra effort and pain. It also didn't give us the feeling of being one and connected like her pussy did. It just felt more like getting a hand job from a woman with a really strong grip. There were times later when I thought about trying it again, but Aida told me nothing went near her ass except toilet paper.

We also balked at doing anything with more than two people or anyone other than the two of us. Aida is a beautiful woman and there were a lot of women who wanted to try her out too. She was never even tempted and neither was I. Over the next few years, we grew closer and closer. As I said, we didn't live in a perfect world. We had our share of problems. On my part, it seemed like, as happy as we were, every few months I'd fall into a depression over Maria. Sometimes I'd feel like I was being unfaithful to her. And other times, I'd feel like it was my fault that she died. If I'd insisted that she stayed home with me instead of going with her family, she, like her sister, would still be alive. 

We had some problems on Ai's side as well. For one thing, she was fanatically jealous. And for another, once we got together and admitted our feelings for each other, she changed. I can almost pin it down to the day. The first Valentine's Day that we spent together, when I told her I loved her, she became a different person. It wasn't that she wasn't jealous anymore. It was more that she knew that we belonged to each other and that no one would ever separate us. So she no longer worried about other women. She simply blossomed overnight.

For a woman as beautiful as Aida, that is a problem. Before that, she wore very conservative clothing and walked with a very measured gait. Afterward, Aida simply forgot about everything except for how happy we were. She walked with more confidence and more of a swing in those exquisite hips. She wore things that she thought would turn me on more because we were both ravenous when it came to sex. No one mattered except us to her, but other men definitely noticed her.

She went from being a beautiful ice queen that men just knew they had no chance with; to being some kind of fertility goddess that everyone wanted a shot with, instantly. Ace, who was on his last legs in the school, started telling everyone that he'd fucked her and dumped her.

I ended up having to have a talk with my old friend to get him to stop. I actually felt sorry for Ace. He'd lost his scholarship, he'd lost his place on the team and he'd lost Aida all in the same year.

Another thing that was problematic for us was telling our parents that we were living together. We built it up in our minds when we were home for that first summer and continually put it off. We finally decided that we'd break it to them before we went back to school in the fall.

It ended up being a non-issue. Of course, my parents loved her and just told me to be careful, but her parents were the ones we worried about.

When I spoke to her dad, I had all of the things I wanted to say worked out as we sat down in front of him. "Uhm sir," I began. "I have to tell you something."

"Yeah I know," he said. "She's pregnant...and."

"Actually daddy, I'm not pregnant," she laughed. "We were just going to tell you that I'm going to move in with Wayne instead of living in the dorm." He looked at us strangely.

"You mean like you did for half of last year," he said. "I thought everyone knew that already. I didn't mind it when they sent back half of the money I sent them for room and board. Only having to pay for your tuition is a great thing Honey. I still have to save for your brother's college expenses when he starts year after next. Besides, everyone who looks at you two can tell you're going to end up together. And you're a good guy Wayne. So I never made a stink about it."

We looked at him and just smiled. "Wayne, I've never seen that girl this happy in her life. But it was funny watching the two of you all summer. Her mom and I sat there laughing at you two on the porch when you'd bring her home. You'd sit there on that rusty, squeaking swing and hug each other. It was so sappy. You telling her you love her. And her telling you, she missed sleeping in your arms. My wife and I acted that scene out a few times. It was so sappy. You two belong together."

Fast forward two years and we both got our degrees and graduated. We got married and got jobs. We both ended up working for my company. I spent the first two years of our marriage trailing my father, being groomed to take over. And Aida applied for and got a job in our marketing department. I didn't help her get the job. She also dressed very demurely and didn't try to use her beauty. She got the job on her own merits and skills. Once she did get in, though, she had no problem going out to long lunches with the boss on a regular basis.

I loved my life and I loved my wife. Our existence was perfect, until Fate decided to piss in our cornflakes. It was a few weeks before Halloween when I noticed there was a problem.

Aida and I had started arguing a lot. She was changing right in front of me. Her normal easy going subdued personality seemed to be gone. She was demanding and confrontational. Our normal vigorous sex life seemed to be tapering off too. I couldn't figure out why it was happening though. More and more, I found myself retreating into my den to hide from our problems.




Be Careful What You Wish For



She started staying out later and later and I was sure that she was having an affair. The final straw came when she came home drunk one night without her skirt or her panties. She had a long over coat over her near nakedness. She got into bed after a quick shower and went to sleep. I refused to sleep with her. Our house had six bedrooms, I found another one.

The following morning, I told her I wanted a divorce. I told her I knew she was cheating on me and I wouldn't put up with it.

She told me that I could have a divorce if I wanted it, but she'd take every penny I had. We didn't have a pre-nup so there was a very good chance that she'd do it. My lawyer told me that I'd only be able to get away with it if I had proof of infidelity.

Aida seemed to smirk at me about that and just glare angrily at me the rest of the time. When I looked at her, I saw nothing in her eyes but sorrow though. Sorrow and pain were etched deeply in her expression, as if she wasn't the one who was doing wrong. Maybe she was being drugged or blackmailed. There was a nagging suspicion in the back of my mind that something was causing her to react that way but I couldn't figure it out. Everyone was sure that Aida loved me like there was no tomorrow. I retreated to my den to deal with my depression over the breakdown of my marriage.

* * * * * *

Aida

My perfect life was falling apart all around me. I'd hoped that Wayne would realize what I wanted. One look at my body should have told him what it was made for. We were drifting further and further apart. He needed to get his head out of his ass and recognize what he was about to lose. At first I hoped that by cutting down on his pussy, he'd snap out of it. But that only hurt me too. There was also the fact that I wasn't successful at it. He could get into bed with me and start rubbing my arms and my legs would just spread for him, dammit.

I had to find another way. At first I thought it would be easy but he just didn't seem to care. For the past three weeks, ever since that woman visited him at work, he's been different. I watched him in his den a few times and saw something I couldn't believe. I have no idea of how to fight that. I took a day off from work and went to see an expert. She told me to ramp up what I was doing because it might help me to wake him up. She also gave me something that I doubt will work. For the money I gave her, it should be gold plated.

I ran into Ace, who'd just come back into town. Ace was acting really differently from the way he'd acted in high school and college. He was attentive. He was really nice to me as well. He complimented me and told me how pretty I was and how pretty I'd always been.

When he told me that Wayne didn't realize how lucky he was, things just spiraled out of control from there. I think that the final straw was when Ace brought me home drunk and I kissed him in our doorway just as Wayne opened the door. Ace looked at him in abject terror and took off. I almost fell into the house. Wayne stalked away towards our den. We were supposed to be having a Halloween party that night and a lot of people including our families were attending.

* * * * * *

Wayne

I settled down into the old comfortable leather desk chair in the den. I didn't turn the computer on. I unlocked the desk drawer with a key that I had the only copy of. I pulled the diary out of the desk. In the few weeks that I'd owned it, the little book had become my prized possession.

I still remember the day the woman had come to my office to present it to me. She didn't have an appointment. She just told my secretary that I would see her. My secretary, Joan, had called me and told me that a woman named Lara Hess wanted to speak with me. It took me a few moments to put two and two together. Joan told me that the woman said it was about Maria. That had sent shivers down my spine even though it was a warm late summer day.

All kinds of emotions went through me. I realized that Laura must be Maria's surviving sister. I felt a twinge of guilt pass through me. I really should have contacted her years ago. I guess that after the accident, I'd been locked in my own personal depression and she'd been in hers over the passing of her entire family. At the funeral, we hadn't really spoken to each other. Now, years later, when the emotions over our mutual tragedy had settled, perhaps we could speak.

She walked into my spacious office and looked around. She smiled nervously. I got up from my desk and walked over to her.

"You have to take this," she said. "I can't have it in my house any longer. Please take it. She wants you to have it."

I began to think that the woman was crazy. Was it grief that had unhinged her or was she just nucking futs.

She looked at me and I was sure that there was something wrong with her. I think if I'd shaken her head it would have rattled. She pressed the worn book into my hands and a look of euphoria passed over her face. I looked down and recognize the book immediately. I had seen it so many times it was crazy. Maria was always writing in it. The edges of the pages were both water damaged and discolored. Part of the cover was burned.

"This...this is Maria's diary," I gushed. "She always wrote out all of her plans for us and how our life would go in it." My joy and hers seemed to be nearly equal.

"How much do you want for it?" I asked.

"Shit, nothing," she said. "She had it with her during the...at the end." Her eyes scanned the room constantly. It was as if she was either afraid of something or looking for a way out. "She wants you to have it."

"Huh?" I thought.

Then the woman turned and walked away. She seemed calmer, almost normal now that she'd accomplished her task. She even smiled as she got to the doorway and turned and said, "It's yours now. My family will be..." her words trailed off as she left. I didn't pay any attention to her. I was scanning the pages looking for things I remembered and trying to find things that I didn't. I knew that the things she'd written the last few days I'd have no idea about since she'd been away from me. This was a chance to read the final thoughts and feelings of my first love.

Somehow, I didn't think about my marriage to the woman I loved. All I could concentrate on was Maria and her thoughts. As I thumbed through the worn pages, my hands tingled. The door to my office shut on its own and I felt strange. It felt as if someone was watching me. I turned around and looked all over the office but saw no one. For a second I thought that Aida was playing a trick on me. She'd done it before. She'd hidden herself in my bathroom while I was out of the office and then stepped out naked as soon as I was alone. We'd locked the door and had sex on the thick pile rug in my office.

An hour later, when we stepped outside of my office as if we'd been going over papers, the several people in the outer office had looked at us strangely. Joan, ever the dutiful assistant, had pushed us back into my office.

"Wayne, you go out and deal with your employees," she'd ordered. "Aida, you wait until they're gone and then go home. And go out the back stairway to the parking lot."

"Why?" Ai had asked her.

"Wayne needs a mirror in his office. Men don't notice shit," said Joan. "Your hair is kind of messy. It has that, "I just got fucked look." Your make up is smeared. You have bite marks on your neck that can clearly be seen. They'll probably fade by tomorrow but right now you look like a fucking vampire got a hold of you. When the door opened, the whole room smelled like pussy and you have cum running down your leg."

"You're a beautiful woman, Aida," she said. "You have an incredible body so men are going to always look at you from top to bottom. Those things are noticeable. You also have this wide eyed, I'm in love, glow about you. Everything about you says, "I just got fucked and I liked it." That's great for you guys but this is supposed to be a place of business."

As I thought about that incident, the atmosphere in the room seemed to turn sour. It was as if the room was angry at me for thinking about fucking my wife. I realized that I was crazy. Perhaps I'd been working too hard. I decided to take the afternoon off and take the book home and read it. I wouldn't be invading anyone's privacy because Maria had passed years before. Maybe reading over her old thoughts would bring me some joy and help me to get over her. I loved Aida with all of my heart and soul but there was still a place in my heart that would always belong to Maria.

Normally, if I went home early, I'd text Aida and have her join me, but that day for some reason, it just didn't seem like the thing to do. I'd see her at home anyway.

I got home and went into the den. I sat down at my desk and started reading the diary. The more I read, the more I couldn't put it down.

I started to feel really strange as if I wasn't alone. The air in front of me swirled as if there was someone there. As I read the scribbled notes and musings in the diary, I felt as if Maria was there with me again. I really needed to get better lighting in the den. Just reading that book for an hour had made me tired. Not just my eyes, my entire body felt drained.

Aida knocked on the door and then came in. She'd been in the den thousands of times. She even worked in here sometimes when she couldn't avoid bringing work home. She looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time.

"Come on Honey," she said. "Let's have dinner. I missed you."

Even as she said that I felt something strange. It felt like a cloud of pure hate. It was as if someone in the room was very angry at Aida. It seemed like she felt it too.

"Let's get out of here," she said. "This room feels strange. Maybe we should have it repainted and get new furniture."

I tried to get up, but I felt really weak. Aida noticed it and tried to help me to my feet. "Maybe we should just get you to bed and I'll bring you something up to eat. You're probably catching a cold or something," she said.

The next afternoon I came home and read more of the diary. As I read it, I imagined how I'd felt back when I was younger and Maria and I were together. I found out things about her and about me that I'd never known. One of the first and most shocking things I discovered was that no teacher had told Maria to ask me to show her around. She'd lied about that. Maria had simply walked into the classroom and saw me. When she looked at me, she'd been drawn to me somehow. I totally understood that because I'd felt the same way about her.

Anyway, her claiming that a teacher had asked me to show her around was fiction. She'd simply thought that it would be a good way to meet me and it had worked. I also discovered that from the very first time that she'd touched me, Maria had considered me her property. In her mind, we'd been soul mates. From reading the diary, I learned that Maria thought that she and I had been lovers in a previous life and we were destined to be together forever.

Maria also believed that she had some kind of powers. She'd written several times throughout the diary that some of the women in her family had an affinity for supernatural abilities. Only the women in the family got "the gift," as she called it; and only one in each generation. That woman usually had red hair. Maria's aunt had it, but her mother didn't. None of her cousins had it nor did her sister. Maria wrote about her ability to enchant anyone with a touch.

I wasn't sure of all of that being true. It sounded like a teenaged girl's rambling fantasy to me. But on the other hand when she touched me, it did feel like magic. Maybe she did have me under some kind of spell. But at the same time, from reading the diary, I learned that there were a lot of times when Maria really didn't want to go somewhere or do something, she often conceded because I wanted to.

So, if she did have me under her spell. I had her under my spell just as much. Perhaps that's what love really is though. Maybe it's just some sort of mutual enthrallment. Or maybe love is the only true magic that exists.

Our relationship, though I'd always seen it as being very easy, was really hard on Maria. She was constantly jealous of any woman that looked at me, even my friends. She'd had actually gone out of her way to glare at and alienate Aida, that first day because she'd seen her looking at me with interest after the incident with Ace. Maria had read Ace instantly, and seen that he wanted her. But he didn't want her in a nice way. He wanted her like some sort of possession or status symbol and she wasn't having it. So, she'd immediately gone on attack mode and was pleasantly surprised when I stepped in to defuse the situation. It had proven her point that we were meant to be together.

I also learned that Maria had been far readier for the two of us to have sex than I'd ever considered. Everything between us had pretty much gone according to the plan she had for us. When she died, though still a virgin, she'd been on the pill because she'd been planning on our first night in our apartment being our first time.

Perhaps the strangest thing in the diary that I'd read, was finding out that she'd never wanted to go on that final trip with her family. In fact, she'd complained about it and reminded her father that her sister didn't have to go. Her father had assumed that she'd only wanted to stay home to have sex with me. She'd told him that she was still a virgin and he'd snorted like he didn't believe her.

She'd told him to put up or shut up and he'd looked at her like she was crazy. She suggested that her mother take her to the doctor's office the next morning and if she was still a virgin, she could stay home. Her father had told her that she was going because he'd said so and that was it.

The next day, I'd driven over to see them off. We had hugged each other tearfully and her parents had rolled their eyes. "Good lord," said her dad exasperatedly. "It's not like you're never going to see each other again. We'll be back in a few days. What are you going to do when you're older and married and he has to travel for work."

"Take her with me," I said. Her dad rolled his eyes again and started the car. Her mom smiled at me and waved goodbye. The last time I saw her before she...The last memory I have was of Maria pressing her face against the car window as they drove off. God, I loved her.

Even as that thought went through me, I swore I saw someone in the room. I only glimpsed them out of the corner of my eye, but someone was there. I turned and looked at the room but I couldn't see anyone. Then I heard it. It sounded as if someone was laughing at me. I settled back in my chair and wondered if I was going crazy.

I'd wasted an entire afternoon thinking about the past. I wondered if I'd ever get over Maria. In a way I already had. I loved Aida very strongly or at least I had until that afternoon.

Then everything changed.

"You aren't meant to be with that bloated whore." I heard the words as clearly as if someone had been in the room next to me. "She's cheating on you."

I turned and there was a translucent figure standing or hovering near me. I say hovering because the figure didn't have a complete body. I went into shock. I jumped back so fast I knocked the heavy desk chair over and ended up sprawling on the floor. I looked up and the figure was still there.

As I looked at the figure the face though clearly not solid was recognizable. It was Maria. She didn't look as if she'd aged a day since I last saw her. Years had passed for me. I was twenty six years old, but she still looked the way she had at eighteen.

"Whoah, shit," I yelled. "Stay the fuck back." I tried to make the cross using both of my index fingers. She smiled and moved towards me.

"I'm not a vampire," she smirked. "Besides, I'm only here because you and I feel the same still."

"What...what...what do y-y-you mean?" I stuttered.

"My spirit hasn't been able to pass on," she said seriously. "There are things that I was never able to accomplish while I was here. Those things will not allow my spirit to rest."

As she looked at me her face grew more solid and her body stayed translucent.

"Wayne, Honey, it has taken me years to get strong enough to manifest myself so you can see me. It takes a great deal of power to do it," she said. "Wayne, I could always feel it when you thought about me strongly enough. But I needed something to bring us back together. Spirits sometimes attach themselves to objects. In my case, it was my diary. I've been working for years to get my stupid sister to bring it to you. I finally had to haunt her house. I knocked over some furniture and scared the hell out of her kids. But she didn't get the message. I scared her husband so badly that he peed himself. When she asked in frustration why this was happening to her. I spelled it out on the mirror in her bathroom. Give Maria's diary to Wayne. She found it the next day. It was exhausting doing all of that, but I did it for us."

I was exhausted myself and all I was doing was watching her.

"At first, I thought that the fact that I hadn't been able to say goodbye to you and tell you how much I loved you was what anchored me here. But now that I'm here I can see that there's more to it," she said.

"W-w-what?" I asked.

"Wayne, I love you," she said. "I always did. Now I have to protect you from the mess you've made of things."

"I-I-I made a mess?" I asked.

"Yes honey," she said. "You don't belong with that whore. You belong with me. I already told you she's cheating on you. She doesn't love you Wayne. Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. If she really loved you, I wouldn't be here. I'd be happy that you'd found someone to make you happy until you and I are reunited at the time of your death."

Maria's body began to flicker like the picture on an old TV set. "Wait," I said.

"Can't stay," she said. "No energy left. Back tomorrow...love you." Then she was gone and there was nothing left to mark that she'd ever been there except a funky smell in the room.

Sometime later Aida came in to get me for dinner. "Honey, you're burning up," she said. "Let me get you to bed." I could barely walk as she half carried me up the stairs. She brought me soup in bed and showered and then lay down with me.

"Aida, maybe you shouldn't be around me," I said. "We don't need to have both of us sick."

"If you've got it, I want it," she said. "Besides, I promised you for better and for worse. In sickness and in health, remember?"

My mind was confused then. I hadn't had a clue that Ai was cheating on me before Maria said it. Aida certainly didn't act like it.

"Are you done reading Maria's diary?" asked my wife.

"Nope, there's a lot left," I said. "I've been skipping around." I noticed that Aida's face turned then. Maybe it was the suggestion that Maria had made but I started looking at Aida then.

A couple of days later she told me that she was staying home from work, but she didn't she went out of town and didn't tell me why. In fact, when I asked her about what she'd done that day, she didn't exactly lie but she didn't tell me the truth either. She went out of town. I checked her credit card receipts a few days later and found out that she'd gone to New Orleans. She flew to New Orleans, was there for about an hour or two and then flew right back. It almost seemed to me that she'd flown to meet someone, and then came home and not told me anything about it.

My mind went wild. Obviously, Maria was telling the truth. From the very beginning, I'd always wondered why someone who looked like Aida, wanted a guy as normal as I am. For the first few years of our relationship, I'd been wondering when she'd dump me. She never had. We'd gotten married and had been together for seven years. That was it; the seven year itch. Aida had gotten bored with me and now she had the money and the ability to do whatever she wanted so she was out cheating on me.




Be Careful What You Wish For



Deep down inside me, I didn't want to believe it. She'd been so convincing. Maybe that wasn't it. Maybe she'd been cheating on me all the time and I'd just been too stupid to pick up on it. All of those times that we'd gone to parties or business events and guys had hit on her. Aida is the kind of woman who always gets a lot of attention.

I'm not a troll but I'm a normal looking guy. Maybe it was just the money and the promise of an easy life that had made her choose me. It had been that out of town trip that started me to watching Aida more carefully. It was also that trip that had me get my lawyers ready to file for a divorce.

They told me that without concrete proof, I'd get hosed in the divorce. Aida couldn't get any of the company, she couldn't get any of my stock, but she could get half of my assets outside of the company which would be a very considerable sum.

The thing that really shook me up was that she didn't want the divorce. She told me that she'd fight it with every fiber of her being and that if I did win in the end, she'd still take every penny I had.

My lawyers told me that this was the twenty first century. Lots of couples had open marriages and stayed together for their kids or for financial reasons while both had lives outside of the marriage. I guess I had to come up with a different plan. The open marriage thing simply didn't work for me. I was a one man woman or so I told myself. I guess I was lying to myself even then. That was part of my problem. I loved two women; one dead and the other alive. And in the battle for my heart, the dead one seemed to have the advantage.

On the other hand, I seemed to be retreating into the den more and more and Aida seemed to be becoming more and more obvious with her cheating. The day of the Halloween party was the straw that broke the camel's back. When she came home drunk with that asshole Ace, I couldn't take it anymore. I left her there so drunk she could barely stand up, yet looking at me with the saddest look in her eyes. I guess things had gone so terribly wrong for us that even she could see it. Maybe we could talk later and work something out. I'd give her a reasonable amount of money and allow her to keep her job with the company. I just wanted...What did I want? On some level way down deep, I wanted to stay married to her. I loved Aida. But I just couldn't put up with her cheating.

As I sat down in my den, Maria popped up almost immediately. And almost as soon as she got there I started to feel tired. It was strange. I could wake up in the morning full of energy, but by the end of the day I was always drained to the point of feeling almost dead.

"You don't have to put up with her cheating ass, Honey," said Maria. "She isn't for you anyway."

Maria reached into her bag of tricks and started on her latest thing. She ran her ghostly hands over me and I felt tingles. She pressed her ethereal lips against mine and the tingles grew. She reached through my pants and ran those barely palpable fingers over the erection she'd spawned and I had trouble controlling myself. My back arched and my hips involuntarily began thrusting. After a few moments of this my seed erupted, dirtying yet another pair of boxers.

"We would be so good together," she said.

"Tell me how and I'll divorce Aida, tomorrow," I said. I felt an immediate surge of guilt when I said it. I guess it was like the things guys always say after we cum.

"No, Wayne," she smiled. Lately, Maria had been getting stronger and stronger. As a matter of fact, her image was so strong at that point that I could see her clearly and her body was no longer translucent. She almost appeared to be solid. Her feet were firmly rooted on the floor too.

"We need her, Honey," she said. "The bitch will never love you the way I do. And she'll never give you a divorce. She wants the money too badly for that. But there's a way that we can win this. We have to be very quick and it has to be tonight."

"Why tonight?" I asked.

"Because tonight is Halloween, silly," she said. "It's the night before all saints day. It's the one night of the year when the veil between the real world and the spirit world is the thinnest. If you really want to be with me, you can bring her into this room and put my diary in her hands. That will give me the ability to be with you. And I won't be trapped in the body of an eighteen year old. Think about it, Wayne; you and me together, forever. I'd use those titties and that ass to show you exactly what I've always wanted to do to you." I nodded my head. My anger at Aida and the fuzziness I always got whenever Maria was around, combined to make me agree to something that I otherwise would never have done.

"Wayne, it has to be at midnight," she said. "Trust me. You're going to love this."

A few hours later, the party was in full swing. A lot of our friends, family and business contacts were mingling and enjoying themselves. Aida as usual was stunning. She wore a Super girl costume that showed everyone there just how super she was. She did have a very weird necklace on that didn't seem to fit the costume, but she looked great. There were men following her around the party the whole time. She spoke to them and flirted with them, but only when she knew that I was looking at her. I did notice though, that when I wasn't looking at her, she looked sad. Maybe she was just trying to piss me off by rubbing what she was doing in my face. Maybe she only did it when I was looking because she wanted to let me know that she could do whatever the fuck she wanted.

Well fuck her, I thought. All of my reservations towards whatever Maria had planned vanished. At five minutes before midnight, I moved through the crowd.

"Wayne, who or what are you supposed to be?" asked my mother. "Your costume is just a long trench coat. Are you supposed to be naked under it? Are you a flasher? Are you going to have your way with my daughter later?"

I opened up the coat and whipped a samurai sword out from under it. "I'm Duncan McLeod of the clan McLeod," I said. "I'm the highlander."

Everyone in my vicinity started laughing. "That has to be the cheesiest costume, I've ever seen," said Ted Richards. He worked in my sales department and was a good friend.

"So what," I joked. "My wife likes it." Aida looked up at me as I mentioned her. I walked through the guys surrounding her and took her by the hand. She smiled at me. She looked so hopeful. I knew then that what I was doing was wrong.

"Hurry back baby," said a guy I didn't recognize. And though Aida looked back at him and told him that she didn't know him, but I was her husband and she loved me, I was angry again.

I pulled her through the crowd and we went into the den and locked the door behind us. There were murmurs and jibes coming from people as we disappeared into the office. They only thought they knew what was going to happen in there but they really had no idea.

"Wayne...I..." she began.

"Shh," I said silencing her. I pushed her into the chair and pushed the diary into her lap.

"Wayne, I love you so much," she said. And in that second I knew that I'd made a mistake.

But it was too late. Maria appeared and Aida's eyes got huge. "You lying bitch," hissed Maria. "It's too late for you; especially on this night. True love wins out after all."

I don't know what happened after that. Maria moved over towards Aida and there was screaming and yowling. I did notice that the necklace that Aida wore was glowing. Aida's body started vibrating as if she was having a seizure. And then there was a puff of thick, pungent, green smoke and everything was quiet.

"Aida?" I said looking at her. She smiled and looked at me and it was eerie. At that moment, I felt stronger than I had in weeks.

"Guess again," she said, smiling at me. Then she got up and kissed me with a passion that overwhelmed every one of my senses.

"You and me in bed tonight," she said. "How soon can we get rid of these people?"

"Not soon enough," I said.

"You have to call me Aida," she said. "Good lord how does she walk in this body. It's like Jell-O on springs. I feel like I'm going to tip over in the front and her huge butt is the only thing that's keeping that from happening."

That should have tipped me off but it didn't. Aida always thought her ass was too big.

"Wayne, we're going to have to stay together so you can let me know who all of these damned people are. I haven't met most of them before. God it feels good to have you touching me again. Never let me go," she said.

"Maria where is Aida?" I asked.

She turned and glared at me angrily. "How the fuck should I know? Don't ever ask me about her again. Only you and I matter. Why are you asking about her anyway? You love that fat assed cow don't you?"

"Yes," I said curtly. "If she hadn't started cheating on me, I'd still be with her now. Maria, Aida is a very good person and for the past seven years, if it hadn't been for her I'd probably have gone crazy after your death. You should also know that she was kind and loving and she put up with me getting depressed over you every so often. There aren't very many women who love someone enough to be understanding through something like that."

"She loved me enough to know that there was room enough in my heart for both of you and..."

"Don't worry," she said. "I can understand it if you're carrying a bit of a torch for her. I hope that she's somewhere happy. I hope that her spirit has moved on."

The funny thing about is that she was smiling as she said all of this. I couldn't figure out why she'd be smiling over the fact that someone I had loved was gone.

"Maria, there's something else you need to know," I said. "I love you a lot, but I loved Aida just as much, and it was a different kind of love. I see now that it was a more mature love. Maybe we didn't burn as hotly, but we burned. I wish I could figure out where I went wrong to make her start cheating on me. And you need to know that me and most guys really like that body of hers, so please don't do anything to mess it up."

I took her hand and we went back out to the party. As soon as the doors opened, people started smiling at us and I was telling her who they were. The first crisis came when I had to warn her that her mother and father were coming over to us.

"Aida, you should be ashamed of yourself," scolded her mother. "I can't believe you left a house full of people to go and do whatever it was that the two of you were doing in that room."

"Now Martha, we know what they were doing," said her father. "And from the way she was meowing and screaming, they were doing a good job of it." Aida would have been embarrassed. But Maria in Aida's body wasn't.

She just smirked at her dad and nodded her head. "It was really, really good Daddy," she said. "We're probably going to do that a lot." Then she added to it. "I mean we do it all the time, but we're going to be doing more of it."

For the rest of the night and into the early morning, I answered questions for the spirit in my wife's body as we urged our guests to leave. When the last of the guests drove away at just after two in the morning, she grabbed my hand and practically dragged me upstairs. "I've been waiting weeks for this," she said.

Another thing that I should have caught onto was the fact that she seemed to know the layout of our house. We ran into our bedroom and she immediately started taking her costume off. She stood in front of me bare assed naked and my dick took on a mind of its own.

As I looked over the body that had been my personal playground for the past seven years, there was something exciting about the fact that someone else was inside of it. I looked at the face that I loved and felt a twinge of guilt, but only a twinge.

I looked at those lips that I'd kissed so many times before and my mouth watered. I looked at her huge breasts that seemed to rocket away from her rib cage. Her waist narrowed and then roared outwards. Her ass sat atop two thin but strong legs that were twitching with excitement as we looked at each other.

"Don't hurt me," she said. "I've never done this before." Then she came into my arms. We hugged until our bodies almost melded together. We kissed and it was electric. Our tongues dueled like championship fencers. Neither of us wanted to win the match we just wanted it to go on.

We stood there in each other's arms for what seemed like forever, just kissing and sucking each other until finally we fell back onto the bed. I sucked her left breast hungrily and found her mewling with desire. I reached down and her pussy was already dripping wet.

"You can't hurt me," she said. "This body isn't a virgin and it really wants you. It wants you now, Wayne."

I moved over between her legs and pushed the head of my dick inside the molten lava of her tunnel. I had made love to or copulated with or just genuinely fucked Aida literally thousands of times, it was wonderful every time. But that first push erased everything that had come before. Aida had this way of working her internal muscles so it felt like waves gently rippling over my dick. When I came, it was as if the movement of the waves had caressed me to the point of no return and sucked every drop of sperm out of me.

It felt exactly the same with Maria. I tried to tell myself that it was because they shared the same body. I'd read on the internet that sometimes mothers and daughters fucked the same way and that sisters, especially twins did. But this was insane. Maybe the way people made love was mostly made up by their nervous systems and the way that those nerves and senses responded to stimulate.

The next morning, Maria was cuddled up next to me snoring lightly. When she awoke to find me staring at her she smiled. "Last night was worth being dead for seven years," she said. "Promise me that we'll do that every night."

"Um there are going to be nights when, we can't do that, you know," I said.

"Bullshit," she said. "You aren't afraid of a little blood are you? Besides I do have other holes."

Now I knew that it was Maria. Aida had never liked anal sex. She thought it was disgusting.

For the first week, we never left the house. We fucked like bunnies for most of each day. There were going to be problems. Maria had left this life as a high school girl. She hadn't gone to college. She hadn't earned Aida's degree. She wouldn't begin to be able to fake Aida's job. There was also the fact that she'd never be able to pretend to know all of the people Ai worked with. Some of those relationships had been forged over years and countless hours of working with people under different circumstances. Even if she could fake the job, she couldn't fake that.

Shit, I'd loved Aida and I could barely tell it wasn't her, but I really believed that I was confused by the fact that I'd loved both women. And, in fact, that turned out to be my undoing.

You see, after missing Maria and longing for her for years, once I got her back, I found that I now longed instead for Aida. I'd had two short years of dances and high school events with Maria. It had been fun, but that was all it was. Over seven years, I'd built a life with Aida. And now that the fun was over, now that I'd had a few short weeks with my high school sweetie; I missed my wife something awful.

In fact, one afternoon I was daydreaming about something Aida had once said and I found myself crying, I missed her so much.

Maria had found me in that state and went ballistic when she found out.

"Why are you crying, Wayne?" she asked. I just shook my head and she looked at me and she knew.

"You're crying over that whore aren't you?" she screamed. "Well, stop it right fucking now. That's the problem with you. You just don't know what you want. Well, this time it's over. You're not getting her back. You're stuck with me. So get over it."

That was exactly how I felt; stuck.

The next day I went back to work and there was a surprise waiting for me. My secretary told me I had an appointment. She told me that Aida had set it up weeks ago. That was enough to make me interested. The door opened and in walked Ace.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I snarled. He looked at me as if I'd struck him

"Wayne, we're old friends," he said. Surely he didn't think I'd ever be friends with a guy who'd fucked my wife.

"After what happened between you and Ai, how the hell could we ever be friends?" I asked.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked. Then his face changed. "Oh," he said. "You still don't know, do you?"

"Don't know what?" I asked. "That you and my wife had some kind of affair and now you want to rub my nose in it?"

"No dumb ass," he said getting up. "It's funny; I always thought that you were the smarter one of us. Give me a call when you get your head out of your ass."

"Wait Ace," I said. "Maybe you should tell me what's going on."

"Look Wayne," he said. "Since our last meeting back in college, I've grown up a lot. But I guess you don't know that yet. Back in high school, everyone liked you. You weren't an athlete or anything like that but you were the guy that everyone could count on no matter what. You got along with everyone. You were a facilitator. You stayed behind the scenes but nothing would have gotten done without you."

"I, on the other hand, was an asshole. I was so into myself that I thought I could do anything. I also thought that I deserved anything I saw that I wanted. I went after Maria that first day that she showed up and she put me in my place. You saved an awkward situation from getting worse. I think that was the day when everyone noticed how smooth you were. At the same time, you were the kind of guy who could be trusted."

"I don't know if you know this, but from that day on, Aida was always asking about you or watching you. I think if you and Maria weren't joined at the hip, she would have made a move on you even though nice girls didn't do that. Shit, she'd probably have dumped the king of the school himself, Jack, for you. Even he was getting tired of her asking about you."

"Then we graduated and moved on. I became a terrible college player. I was great in high school, but the college game is faster and less forgiving and I just couldn't make the adjustment. That led to a lot of frustration on my part. I did some things that I really regret now. First off, I simply assumed that Aida was mine, when all we ever should have been was friends. I treated college like an extension of high school and it wasn't. In my mind with Jack gone, I was the king of the hill and Aida was mine by default. Jack never really felt about Aida the way she needed, but she never felt that way about him either."

"Jack's entire life was focused on the military and then politics. Aida never fit into that. I don't even know why she went to college when all she ever wanted was a home and kids. Seeing her now as a big career woman is strange to me. Jack went off to war and got himself killed in his first tour of duty. I guess he was too focused on ending up in the white house to lookout for roadside bombs."

"Anyway, I got pissed about my inability to perform in the college game and started to take it out on her. I am more than ashamed of that time Wayne. I used to really get pissed when she'd ask about you. Then you came along and saved her. Until a few weeks ago, she and I never saw each other after that."

"Yeah, but then you made up for lost time didn't you?" I sneered. Again he looked at me crazily and shook his head.

"Wayne, nothing ever happened with Aida and me. I swear it. It was all just play acting. She wanted to make you jealous so you'd start paying attention to her again. She asked me to help her and I agreed, provided that she'd tell you the truth when it was over. She forgave me for the way I treated her in college and I asked her for a job." He pulled out his wallet and showed me that he'd been busy over the past seven years. There were pictures of Ace with a rather pleasant looking but plain woman and pictures of three kids.




Be Careful What You Wish For



This is a long story (even for me) but the idea took hold and it just sort of wrote itself. It wouldn't work if it were a word shorter. But I think it keeps up at a nice clip and I promise that if you give it the time it needs, you won't be disappointed. It has some of the nastiest stuff I've ever written. And I mean that in the best possible way. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Selling My Soul

"Hey Larissa, I have a date tonight, would you mind walking my dog sometime before you go to sleep?" I hadn't heard my roommate Wendy open the door but I heard her request. I jumped up in my seat a bit as I noticed her voice and quickly closed the browser on my computer sitting on my desk. I was pretty sure that my body was blocking the screen from her view and I was very thankful I hadn't taken off my towel yet (I'd just gotten out of the shower). If Wendy realized that my plans for Friday night were, once again, sitting in my room and masturbating to illegally downloaded pornography, I was just going to die. I turned and looked at Wendy as she moved inside my bedroom door.

"Yeah, uh... I am not going anywhere. I can walk her," I said and then realized that I had basically admitted that I was a loser and didn't have any plans. So what was I worried about in the first place? Wendy caught sight of the mirror on the back side of my desk and walked over and looked at herself over my shoulder. I quietly closed the laptop so that she wouldn't be able to glean my viewing habits. She quickly started playing with her hair and pouting her lips.

"I knew I could count on you!" she said and I winced. Good to know that my roommate felt that she could be certain her schedule was open on the weekend because I sure as Hell wouldn't be doing anything. She seemed to notice my discomfort, "You are just such a good student you know. I already figured you would be home working tonight. Saturday seems to be more of your 'fun' day" she said generously. It was nice of her to say, even if it wasn't true. I may have been socially awkward, but it wasn't because I was a nerd. No, what Wendy didn't realize was that her college roommate for the past two years (me) had flunked out of school two months ago. My grades had never been good and this year, I lost what little motivation I had. What good what it do to pass? I would just be miserable with a degree. 

I just felt like I could never concentrate on anything, a problem I'd always had. My mom said I had my head in the clouds, dreaming about stuff I'd never get when I should be focused on the real goals I could achieve. I guess she was right. For three years of college I had dreamed about being a social darling on campus. Coming up with elaborate fantasies about how it would play out. However, my extreme social anxiety meant that I didn't even know how to begin to fulfill that dream. I didn't even really go up to talk to people if I could avoid it. Before I'd flunked out, I don't think more than a handful of students even knew my name. And so, my silly dream meant I was too distracted to pass my classes, which was something I probably could have done if I'd applied myself. 

I hadn't told anyone that I'd flunked out of school yet (just kept cashing those checks from dad!). I'd just gotten a job at a used video store near campus and hoped that something would come my way to fix the problem before anyone found out. And about that job, I had just been fired earlier in the day for staring into space while teenagers stole DVDs and smashed them against the side of the building.

Oh and before I forget, Wendy wasn't right about the other thing either: Saturday wasn't my fun day. Tomorrow's night' agenda: the same thing as tonight. So my life was an absolute shit show. 

"How do I look Larissa?" Wendy asked. That shook me out of my self-loathing for a moment and I turned and looked in the mirror.

It was already 8 o'clock and she was dressed to the nines for her date. She was wearing a trendy, tight black dress that perfectly slinked over her curvy hips and shapely thighs. She wore high heel shoes that lifted her firm butt and drew out the shape of her calves. Her big green eyes were accentuated perfectly with her careful application of eye shadow and her think pink lips glowed from lip gloss. Her hair was long, honey blonde, and meticulously straightened. All those strong colors popped on her milky white skin. Wendy was one of prettiest girls that I had ever seen. Her body was spectacular and her face was flawless.

"You look perfect," I said and she beamed. 

"You're sweet," she said, "But I wouldn't say perfect, I mean I don't look like you!" I smiled wanly. Wendy was always very nice like that, even if a little ham-handed. Always complimenting me on my looks because she knew I was sensitive about it. But sometimes it came off patronizing. She was clearly cuter than me. I looked at myself in the mirror now and saw what I always saw. A decent looking girl, nothing more. I had long midnight black hair that fell in loose curls down my back (my best feature) and large blue eyes. My eyelashes were shorter than Wendy's and my nose was a little smaller (not that hers was big). I was shorter than her (she was a statuesque 5'9 and slim, while I was about 5'3 and skinny to the point of being scrawny). My skin was much darker than hers, like an olive color. I had nice legs I supposed. 

Sometimes I would think that I actually looked pretty good, especially right after I got out of the shower feeling fresh like now. Sometimes when that happened, I would wonder why it was that she always had good looking men falling all over themselves to take her out on a date while I sat at home and played with myself. It didn't make any sense. Why was it that she got to live my fantasies while I sat in my room feeling anxious and ashamed of myself? We weren't that different. 

Just at that moment, Wendy leaned over and to look at her lips and the difference between us pressed up against my left arm. Both of the differences. It would always take a moment and then I would realize: Wendy had perfectly shaped C-cup breasts that poured out of her dress. I looked down at my own chest, barely able to hold up my synched towel. I was 21 years old and I didn't even have to wear a training bra. I looked like a 12-year old boy. Who wants to date someone like that? I know it sounds crazy, but I was positive that those two little bee stings were the root of all of my problems.

There was a honk of a car horn in the driveway of the house we rented and I knew that her date was here. Wendy appraised herself one last time in the mirror, "I really do appreciate you helping me out," she said and then kissed my lightly on the cheek and rushed out the door. I could feel her kiss vibrating on my cheek. A kiss off, I guess. And then I was alone again on a Friday night with absolutely no prospects of that scenario ever changing. 

I sat in my desk chair looking at myself in the mirror. For a moment the weight of my loneliness and self-criticism landed on my shoulder and I felt familiar tears start to well in the corners of my eye. And then, as usual, I dropped out of my actual life and imagined what it would be like if things were better. If I was more like Wendy and less like me. For a moment I thought about myself on a date, a simple little dream with dinner, a movie, maybe some coy glances and teasing jokes. It was my normal Friday night dream, I had it when the anxiety inevitably hit every Friday after I masturbated. And when I came down from that dream, I felt more miserable and alone than ever. I didn't even feel like playing with myself anymore, so the night would be a total loss. If I sat here again, I was going to start crying again. I decided to call my best friend and hoped she would cheer me up.

"Come on Trixie," I called, "Let's take a walk." The little fuzzball came bounding into the room. I pulled off my towel and quickly slipped on a pair of gym shorts and a white tank top. I didn't even bother with a bra. I grabbed the leash and a few minutes later, my first date in 21 years and I were walking. Usually hairy women aren't my type but you take what you can get.

I thought that maybe a little fresh air might improve my mood, after all I had been moping around the house since I'd been fired at 11 that morning. It was an early fall evening and already dark as Trixie and I made our way out. It was a little bit chilly and I wished that I'd brought something warmer. I resolved to go home as soon Trixie did her business. At least it was a nice place for a walk. I went, or had gone to I guess, a medium-sized public university in the mountains. There were lots of trees and Wendy and I lived on a nice quiet street in a good part of town.

As it was a Friday night there were many college students milling around. Freshmen in big groups moving around together because they hadn't decided who they hated yet, stoners sitting on the grass and discussing the cosmos, nerds preparing for role-playing games in the student union, and more than everything else there were girls and guys my age heading to parties in ones and twos. Everyone just seemed so calm and happy; I didn't understand how they lived in the same world as me. Part of me knew that all I had to do was act like them and I would fit in with them, but emotionally I just couldn't do it. Instead, I made myself as small as humanly possible, kept my eyes on Trixie, and prayed that no one would notice me.

Finally, Trixie walked over to a nice spot next to a mail box and let loose. At least she was reliably quick when it came to this stuff. In a moment, we had turned and were heading back to the house. But we were no sooner headed in the right direction when an earsplitting crash boomed right over my head. My skin felt prickly and I actually hunched over. I had no idea what was going on. And then my questions were answer. In an instant it went from a clear, warm night to a torrential, freezing downpour.

The water fell in absolute sheets. Instantly the corners of the roads filled with water and started to climb up onto the sidewalk. Trixie was going nuts, jumping all over the place and barking her head off. Not knowing what to do, I put my hands over my head, but it was too little, too late. I was absolutely soaked. 

After a moment of being completely frozen with surprise, I started to move back towards the house. I considered running, but I figured that I was already as wet as I could possibly be. I just crossed my arms in front of my chest and kept my head down. You know, my sort of normal position. Trixie tried to jump in all of the puddles as we moved, but I kept her on a short leash and we started to make our way home.

About two blocks from my place I saw two guys standing next to a fire hydrant and just acting like they didn't notice the rain. I could see they were laughing and looking around. I didn't want them to notice me (because I never wanted anyone to notice me) so I swung wide on the sidewalk to get around them. As I got closer, I could hear them talking.

"Seriously, I couldn't have planned this any better if I tried!" One guy said and the other one laughed.

"Totally bro. I mean it is one thing to get a free wet t-shirt contest, but what are the odds that we'd be on the same street as the Delta Zeta house when it happened?"

"Especially when they are all wearing white shirts of some reason!" the first guy said. I followed their eyes and saw across the street there was a handful of sorority girls running around and laughing. They were wearing white and as they ran their large breasts bopped up and down on their chests. The dudes seemed to be mesmerized by them. I guess I was as well and despite my efforts to steer around the two dudes, I found myself brushing against one of them.

"Oh sorry," I muttered.

"No problem buddy," The guy said and I felt my face turn red. The other guy turned and looked at me.

"It's a chick man," the guy said. Then both guys turned and looked at me. They must've seen that I was also wearing a white shirt and their eyes instantly gravitated towards my breasts. I saw a familiar look of disappointment in their eyes and they quickly looked away.

"Yeah, no problem miss," the guy said. 'Miss' being the least sexy possible thing for a frat boy type to call you. It was like I was his twelve year old sister's best friend or something. I looked down at what they had been looking at. I saw my shirt wet and flat against my chest. I saw the small pink bumps of my nipples pushing through. And I saw nothing else. No bumps where my breasts should be. Maybe I could see my ribs along my side. I looked at the dudes and didn't even blame them for looking at the girls all the way across the street. I pulled on Trixie's leash and, as the rain started to relent ever so slightly, I walked as fast as I could to the house.

As soon as I was safely inside the door, all of the tension I had been holding in while I was outside burst out of me. The discomfort with being out on the street, the feeling that the eyes of others were on me and that they were laughing, and finally the humiliation of knowing that I was not sexually attractive to even the horniest, stupidest college students I could possibly walk by. I felt a scream building in my throat as I dropped Trixie's leash and she bounded into the house to shake the water off of her fur in the kitchen.



"Fuck!" I screamed, "I would sell my fucking soul for a nice pair of tits!" I said and then let out something that sounded like a primal scream. And as my voice rang out in the hallway, I felt the tension slowly ebbing from my body. I heard the rain falling on the roof of the house and knew that I was inside for the night. Wendy would be out late and I would be a lone for a while. My face was still red from humiliation and I was hyperventilating a little from anxiety, but I felt a little better.

"Jesus, Larissa," I said to myself, "Try to get a hold of yourself." I shook my head and wondered what had come over me. I thought I was used to this stuff, was my anxiety getting worse? I shook off that feeling and moved into the kitchen to clean up after Trixie.

It took a while to clean up all of the water all over the kitchen, but it was nice, it kept my mind off of my troubles. When I was finished I realized that the whole place still smelled like wet dog. I looked up and saw Trixie staring at me intently. I smiled at her and then took her to the bathroom and gave her a bath. After she was cleaned and dried I changed my clothes and dried my hair. By the time all of that was finished, it was already pretty late (I mean like 11:00 or so) and I had successfully avoided feeling bad for myself for several hours. I decided that that was as good a sign as any that I should take the opportunity to go to sleep. I climbed into my bed.

Of course, the instant that I was no longer busy, all of my thoughts and concerns came back to me. I thought about Wendy and what she was doing. I wondered where those frat boys were. And I wondered where those big-titted sorority chicks were at 11 on a weekend night. Unlike earlier, I didn't feel the intense embarrassment of being a loser as no one was around to see me. I was just sad. Without even realizing it, I slipped into a relatively vivid day dream in which I went to a party and all of those people were there. And they were all trying to talk to me and get my opinion about their looks and their make-up or wanted to ask me out. And I was too busy to talk to any of them, so I just sort of soaked in all of their attention. It was just the sort of day-dream that usually let me into falling asleep. I felt my eyes starting to sting from fatigue and slowly started to drift away...

And suddenly there was a soul-rattling crash, about ten times louder than the crash of thunder that had struck while I was outside. My eyes flew open and I sat up quickly in my bed. My heart was beating like a hummingbird's wings and I felt adrenaline rushing through my body. For a moment I was disoriented, especially by the fact that I could tell this was not thunder. The noise, despite its almost unfathomable depth, was definitely coming from my room.

I didn't have much time to figure out where the noise was coming from. Just a few second after I sat up in my bed and I heard a terrible cracking noise and in a moment my room seemed to fill with smoke. But it wasn't normal smoke, it smelled heavily of sulfur. I was trying to figure out what kind of fire was happening in my house, but even as I was thinking that I felt a glowing heat. I looked over to the right side of my bed where I felt it and I saw something that made my mouth drop open and, without conscious effort, I felt my head shaking left to right. 

I could not believe what I was seeing. In the middle of the floor there was suddenly a gaping hole. It was belching that sulfur smoke and glowed orange and red. And the craziest thing was that I could see down into the hole, or at least partially. It seemed to go down forever, far past the point where I could see. And I was on the first floor of the house, there wasn't even a basement! I couldn't even string together two thoughts. My mind was just a scrambled mess and I just kept shaking my head. Suddenly the cracking noise stopped and the hole in my floor stopped growing. Now I could hear a different noise. Emanating out of the hole in my floor, along with the smoke and the glow I could suddenly hear terrible wailing, like a thousand people crying in agony all at once. My skin crawled and I wanted more than anything to get out of my bed, but I couldn't move.

Suddenly, the glow stopped and my room was plunged into absolute darkness. The wails became louder and the smell of sulfur was thicker. Then, in an instant, the wailing stopped, the sulfur dropped out of the air, and the lights in my room burst back on in all their electric comfort. My eyes immediately flew back to the floor and I saw the hole was still there, darker and more ominous than before. I could still not see the bottom, but it no longer glowed. I wasn't imagining this!

"Ahem!" a voice said and I jumped quickly in my bed. My eyes flew to the foot of the bed where the voice had come from. I'd been so intent on the floor that I hadn't noticed someone in my room. Or I guess I should say, something.

The figure I saw at the foot of my bed was so strange and unexpected after my uneasy experience that I could barely believe what I was looking at. The voice was a woman's voice. A very sexy woman's voice, thick and breathy like an old-time movie star's. And the creature that gave birth to the voice absolutely fit it. For the most part, the creature looked like a beautiful woman. She (I will refer to it as a she, what else can I do?) had incredibly long, straight black hair and large, ovular black eyes. Her nose was small and her teeth were incredibly white behind very thick black lips that looked like they'd been painted thickly (but attractively) with charcoal. Her face was fiercely lovely with angular features, dark brooding eyes, and sharp looking teeth. Her body was amazing. Her neck was long, elegant, and thin with thin, feminine arms. Her shoulders were slight, but athletic. Her breasts were covered with what looked like a black bikini top, and they sort of poured out the skimpy fabric. Her stomach was flat and her exposed midriff looked like an underwear model. Her hips flared deliciously and I could see the muscles of her hips underneath of a micro skirt. Her thin legs tapered down to small, delicate feet.

I know what you are thinking at this point: you are describing a hot chick, nothing particularly unbelievable about that, there are millions of them. That is true. But I left a couple of things off. First, her skin. It was red. I don't mean like she was an Irish girl in Miami red, I mean she was RED red. Her skin was an even tone of ruby from head to toe. Except, as I stated, her lips which were black, as were her eyelids. I told you about her long black hair, what I didn't say was that sticking up through the hair, above her temples, were to three inch horns, one on either side pointing slightly towards one another. And most disturbing of all was behind her. Swishing around behind her was a long, red tail that ended in a pointed arrowhead shape. In short, she was beautiful, but terrifying.




Be Careful What You Wish For



She was smirking slightly at me but seemed completely at ease. I tore my eyes away from her for a moment, looking back at the hole in the ground. This couldn't be real, she couldn't be from... She seemed to sense my split attention. With that she leaned forward, putting her hands on the footboard of my bed. This squeezed her large breasts together, drawing my eye towards them.



"You just gonna stare at my tits or are you going to say hello?" she said in that sultry voice again. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and then opened them again, expecting her to disappear, "Still here doll." She leaned back again, standing tall. Well, not tall. She wasn't much taller than me. But she felt taller. She winked at me and then took her tail in her hand and swung it around seductively.

"Who...?" I said, my voice coming out in a tiny little croak.

"Larissa," the woman said.

"Wha...?" I asked again, my voice sounding slightly more normal.

"Lots of people forget their names when they meet me. Your name is Larissa," The woman said and then walked around to the side of the bed (the side without the gaping hole) and sat down languidly on the bed.

"No, what are...?" I said again. How did she know my name? I barely considered it, my mind still felt scrambled, that was the closest thing to a thought I could manage.

"Oh! You want to know me?" She said, "Please to meet you, hope you guessed my name." I squinted at her.

"Huh?" I felt more confused than ever. She giggled humorlessly and rolled her eyes.

"I guess you're too young. Rolling Stones. Anyway, you can call me Lilith," She said. I was sort of surprised. I was expecting something more sinister. Beelzebub or something. 

"The name has a good pedigree, Google it sometime," Lilith said, once again seeming to read my thoughts. With that she sort of lay out of the bed, stretching across my legs. Her smell, not the sulfurous but more like roses. I could feel her skin through the blankets, it was extremely hot, but not enough to burn. She stretched and I heard her joints pop and then she just stared up at the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell as though she were breathing deeply and her nipples were hard against her bikini top, as though she were cold.

"Who the Hell are you?" I said and she laughed so hard she had to sit up. She looked at me now, seeming to take an interest in me again. Her eyes, no longer black, shone red.

"An apt question, you are more fun than you seem," Lilith said.

"Who are you," I asked.

"Lilith," she said again, "Ask a more interesting question." I felt her eyes boring into me.

"Where did you come from?" I asked and she smiled wide. She was closer now and I could see that her teeth were indeed sharp. She ran her tongue over them slowly. It was a deep, blood red color and forked at the end.

"You know the answer to that," she said, "Ask a question you don't know the answer to. Last chance, I am getting bored." Where was she from? I asked myself. In my heart I knew it, but I couldn't bring my mind to accept it. But I feared what she would do if she got bored. So, in a fog, I asked another question.

"Why are you here?" I asked. She grinned at me now, then rolled over once, sliding up my body. Now she was lying across my belly (which was still under my blanket) and she was propping her head up with her hand. 

"You summoned me Larissa," She said.

"I did not!" I said, completely confused. I wasn't what one would call religious, but I knew that I had never asked a...demon for help before! This was completely insane. Lilith shrugged her shoulders and opened her mouth. Her hot red tongue didn't move, it just stayed flat in her mouth. But out of her mouth, like a tape recorder, came a sound.

"Fuck!" the voice from Lilith's mouth screamed, "I would sell my fucking soul for a nice pair of tits!" The voice was mine! It was coming from her mouth, but I knew it sounded exactly like me! And I remember saying just that a few hours earlier. I started to shake my head again.

"Stop denying it," Lilith, sitting up and sounding angry now, "We both know who I am and we both know what you asked for. Let's cut to the chase."

"No, I was just venting. I never wanted this," I said. I couldn't reconcile what I was seeing in this room with what I knew to be the truth about the world and the way things worked. But Lilith was there, in front of me, I had to engage her.

"Honey, I don't come to people who are venting. I come to people who are absolutely sincere. Believe me, I can spot a lie," she said and then winked at me. I thought back to earlier. So many frustrations and disappointments all at once. Had I meant what I said? I'd been so unhappy. I was still unhappy.

"No, I meant it then, but I don't want to do it now," I said. How many times had I said or thought something like that during my life. Had I only said it because I knew that wish could not be granted? Or had I really, in my heart, wanted it? 

"When I come to see someone, they want what they asked for. I only make a couple of trips in a given year. And when I make an offer, people take it. Get over your ego, and realize that you want to sell me your soul." 

"I changed my mind," I said before I could get any farther into my thoughts. This was insane. First of all, I couldn't sell my soul to someone. That wasn't something that could happen. And I wasn't going to sell my soul for tits even if I could. And besides, I was clearly having some sort of psychotic break. And...

"Lighten up," Lilith said smiling more warmly now, "you don't even know what you get for your soul. And you're lucky you came to me. Or I guess, I came to you. Most people won't give you have the value for your soul," I spoke now faster, sounding a bit like a used car salesman.

"No I..." I started.

"And it is November. I have a special deal going in November. I mean you have to act now, because once that offer is on the table, it comes back off in five minutes. Five minutes, you sell your soul and you get... well just let me know," As she spoke now, Lilith rolled over so that she was on straddling my hips. She put her hands on either side of my neck and leaned forward into me. Her beautiful face was just inches from my own and I could smell her scent of roses hard on her breath.

"I can't sell my soul," I said, "I will go to Hell." At this point, I hadn't really thought about WHY I didn't want to sell my soul. It was just sort of a natural reaction. Selling my soul was wrong, so I wouldn't do it. That was that.

"I'm in Hell most of the time," Lilith said in a hush, "I love it there. You might like it too." I looked into Lilith's eyes and they burned white hot now. 

"I..." I started.

"You want your soul. You want to keep it close to you in the night, kiss it, and love it. I understand. I won't take it now. I get it when you're dead," she explained, "And let's be honest; you don't exactly live virtuous life. You are full of envy and wrath. Odds are, you were going to Hell anyway. Why not eliminate the suspense and get something out it?"

"No, it isn't like that," I said, but I felt differently. She was right, I wasn't a religious person. I'd been living on the assumption that there was no God. And no Lilith. Here she was showing me I was wrong. If I was going to burn in Hell anyway...why not treat myself now? She must've seen that change in my eyes.

"Think about Larissa. I know why you said what you did. I know what it is to be alone, to be angry, to be embarrassed, and to feel anxiety. I know what every day is like for you. Why will you live your life that way when you don't have to? I am not asking for anything but your signature today." She touched on all the things I'd been thinking about myself. She knew my thoughts. And she played the right notes. It was readily apparent that I lacked the resolve to fix my life myself. Wasn't this everything I'd ever wanted? 

"Will you sign honey?" She reached in between her breasts and pulled out a small notebook and pulled a pen from behind her ears and handed it to me. I took it and looked at her.

"Well..." I said, and I saw her eyes getting hungry. For a moment I was struck by how insane this was. There was no way this was actually happening. This was some sort of weird dream or something. And I also thought of how many times I'd hoped that I could get a wish. To be able to change something in my life. If this was a dream, there was no harm. And if it wasn't...well didn't I deserve to be happy? She made such a good point.

I know it sounds like a switched fast, from being completely unwilling to selling my soul to accepting that I could sell it. All I can say is that it happened that fast. I naturally rejected the idea of selling my soul. But then, when I actually stopped to think about it, I realized that I didn't use my soul! It was just as shameful and obnoxious as the rest of my being. When I realized I didn't have anything to protect, I didn't really care about it anymore. What I cared about was changing myself. Now.

"Well what Larissa?" she said. And I realized that she desperately wanted my soul. I could see it in her eyes. There was a chance here, a chance to get a bargain for my soul. 

"Well, what do I get?" I said.

"Oh, it is a proper lawyer!" Lilith said in a haughty accent, but she smiling, "It seems someone wants to negotiate for her soul, the kind of thing that could cause you to go to Hell anyway. Well, I like that. Let me tell you what I am offering." She backed away from me now, squatted on her haunches on my knees.

"What is it?"

"Well tits, that's what you get. That's what you asked for. So you have to get that for your soul," she said and then stopped. We both knew I desperately wanted them. But I wanted more too. I looked down at my pitiful chest and then up at Lilith.

"You aren't getting my soul just for tits," I said and she laughed.

"You aren't as weak as you think," she said dryly, "I promised you a deal didn't I? Well, you have to get tits. You will get them tonight. But, in addition to that, you will get two additional requests over the next two nights. One a night. Essentially, you get three wishes. People always like three wishes. 1001 Nights or something. One for the father, the son, and the holy ghost if you like. Three wishes in exchange for your soul. No wishing for more wishes, etc., etc., what do you say Larissa?" she asked. As she finished speaking, she looked at her nails, sort of feigning disinterest. I tried to do the same, but I could not. With three wishes, I could get anything and everything I'd ever wanted. I couldn't hold my poker face.

"Deal!" I said emphatically. Lilith quickly thrust her notepad under my nose. I was still holding her pen and I looked at the pad. It didn't say anything. It just had a line with an "x" next to it. I looked up at her and she raised her eyebrows. My heart was pounding.

"Do it, and you won't ever have to feel unnecessary ever again," she said. And I felt her words touch me deeply. I put the pad to paper and signed my name. I instantly looked down at my tits and... they were the same.

"What the Hell Lilith?" I asked, "You don't get my soul if you don't follow through." Suddenly Lilith's eyes flashed crimson and she stood up quickly on the bed. She towered over me and I could feel pure malice coming from her body.

"Do not presume to lecture me slave! You have but a few years on this earth and then you belong to me, do not dictate conditions! You will get everything you ask for and more, but you will get it on my terms," Lilith said, her voice echoing inside of my head. I felt dread, dread like I'd never felt before. What had I just done? And in that instantly, Lilith's tail swung around and struck me hard on the side of the head. In that instant, the whole world went black.

Chapter 2: Tits

I awoke the next morning to find light streaming in through my bedroom window. Actually, it was early afternoon. I'd been sleeping in late lately, and it was already 1:30 p.m. according to my clock. I felt a little bit groggy, like I'd had too much to drink the night before. I had the slightest memory of a strange dream the night before, but I couldn't remember what it was. My eyes were still half closed as I swung my feet over the right side of my bed. Something in my mind told me that I shouldn't do that, but I yawned and ignored it. I felt my feet sink into my carpet and I stretched out my arms and legs. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I walked down the hall and into my bathroom.

I walked up to the sink and put my head under the faucet and got a quick drink. While the water was still running, I grabbed my toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste onto it. Then I looked up into the mirror. And my mouth dropped open and my toothbrush clattered into the sink. For a moment my eyes burrowed into the mirror. Then they dropped down to my chest.

I was wearing a little white t-shirt, something I wore to bed most nights. But it didn't look normal. It was small that usually fell so that it just barely covered the top of my pajama pants. But today, it was hiked up so that my navel was visible. Then, inexplicable, the shirt sort of ballooned up on my chest, puffing out in front of me in two round bumps. There were two little points sticking out from the fronts of those lumps.

Then, the whole night before flooded back to my mind. The sounds, the smells, the visions, and, most of all, the sale. I'd sold my soul the night before in exchange for breasts and two other wishes. And it hadn't been a daydream or a hallucination. Something had actually changed! I had the breasts I'd always wanted!

I quickly grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tore it up over my head and then looked back at the mirror. I actually gasped when I saw them the first time. They were absolutely perfect. First of all, they were big. I mean not cartoonishly big, I am a small girl with a tiny frame. But on that small body, those C-cup sized breasts looked massive. I still had the same little, dark red areola's and longish nipples I'd always had, but there was suddenly heft behind them. The breasts, my breasts, were the perfect shape, sort of rounded on the bottom and gently sloped at the top giving them a perfect teardrop shape. I shook my shoulders a bit and was shocked when my breasts bounced naturally, and alluringly, in the mirror. They were actually mine! They were connected to me!

I felt their weight and density as they slapped into one another and even bounced on my chest. I had to feel them more! I reached up with my hands. My heart was pounding mightily and my fingers were actually shaking. I don't know what I expected: my fingers to fall off or my tits to deflate or something, but I was nervous. Then I felt my fingers brush against my breasts and sink into the flesh. My breasts were warm and felt dense. And not only could I feel my breasts with my fingers, I could feel my fingers with my breasts! I couldn't believe it! I looked down as I felt myself, watched my skin ripple. They were absolutely perfect. And they felt nice to play with, made me feel sexy. 

I always wanted to know what it would feel like to have big breasts and to give them a nice squeeze, so I grabbed my left breast and applied a little pressure. I felt a strange feeling of release and actually moaned and closed by eyes. It was wonderful. I opened my eyes to look at my breasts again in the mirror, but was confused to see a few stray dribbles of white liquid sprayed across it. I leaned forward but couldn't figure out what it was. But I could see in the mirror that a drop of that liquid was also perched precariously on my nipple! 

I moved my finger over my nipple (and felt a delightful chill run down my spine) and then lifted the white liquid up to my eye level. What the hell was it? I looked at the ceiling to see if something was dripping down, but it was dry. I smelled the liquid bit it didn't have any smell. I shrugged my shoulders and wiped it off on my pajama pants. Then I reached up and decided to squeeze other breast, to see if it felt different. I squeezed even harder this time and that release feeling felt even stronger. But this time I kept my eyes open. 

I was absolutely shocked to see something shoot out of my nipple. It was a long, thing stream running out of my body! I saw it splatter against the mirror, putting even more liquid on the glass. I looked down at my nipple and saw that, once again, it a dribble was on the end of it. Milk? My breasts were full of milk? I was so shocked by what I was seeing that I could barely keep two thoughts in my head. It was just too many confusing things at once.

Slowly, I became aware that I could hear my phone ringing in my room. I was still staring at the milk on my finger and the milk smeared all over the bathroom mirror. But in a sort of daze I walked, topless, back to my room and looked for my phone. Even in my sort of zonked out state I noticed the way my breasts bounced up and down when I walked.  I made it to my room and picked my phone up off of my nightstand. I looked at the number. It wasn't anyone I knew, instead, there was just a three numbers on the screen: "666."

For a moment I just stared at the phone. That wasn't a number that was possible. But it wasn't possible for me to have big, milk-filled breasts either. Finally, I clicked the button on the phone, "hello?" I said.

"Good morning Ms. Mansfield. I got the feeling that you might have a couple of questions, thought I might give you a call" a familiar, sultry voice said over the phone. 

"Lilith?" I said, wondering if it is even made sense for her to call me on the phone, "This is Larissa, not Ms..." I started.

"No, Jane Mansfield honey, it's a joke... never mind it's before of your time. Pam Anderson? I don't that I guess that's pretty old too at this point as well. How about this, how's the morning going? Is it the tits?" Lilith said and then laughed into the phone.

"Lilith, did you do this?" I asked, looking down at my breasts again.

"Ask and you shall receive honey. You wanted big, beautiful tits and you got them didn't you?"

"Yeah," I said honestly, "but they are full of..." I started.

"Sex appeal? Raw animal magnetism? Or just flesh?" Lilith asked. 

"No, milk!" I yelled into the phone, "My big , beautiful tits are leaking milk!" I said.

"What's your point?" Lilith said, sounding disinterested.

"I never said I wanted milk in my breasts, I just wanted them to be bigger," I said. When I screamed, I felt my breasts jostle and it almost felt like I could hear my milk sloshing around inside of me. I felt so strange, though I knew it was all in my head.

"Well you never said that," Lilith snapped back, "I work in nature my dear Larissa. I can't make something out of nothing and I don't have access to a lot of silicone. It melts where I come from. I made your tits big the old fashioned way. Giving you some milk," Lilith said as though I should have just known that was what she was going to do, "you gotta be careful what you wish for."

"Do I have a baby?!" I asked, suddenly alarmed. I knew you don't just get milk from nowhere. But Lilith was cackling over the phone.

"No. I didn't go that far, but I wish I had now!" Lilith laughed, "I just set the machinery working." I did remember when my older sister gave birth. Her breasts had suddenly gotten a little bit bigger. A little bit.

"But shouldn't my breasts only increase like one cup size or so for milk?" I asked and sat down heavily on my bed. This was not what I was expecting.

"Well if you had a baby maybe, and made a normal amount of milk, say 25-32 ounces of milk in a day, then that would probably be true," Lilith said. Something about the way she said 'normal' made me uncomfortable.

"Well, if my breasts are bigger, how much milk do I produce?" I asked.




Be Careful What You Wish For



"Oh well, that will depend on a lot of things. You know, how much you eat, how much you drink, exercise," Lilith said as though this were just an academic discussion. I was getting a little bit antsy.

"Please Lilith, just ballpark it for me," I said.

"About three quarts I'd say," Lilith said, "Around 96 ounces. You know, around 12 ounces per breast every six hours or so, maybe slowing down some or even stopping while you are sleeping" Three quarts! I couldn't even fathom that amount of liquid inside of my body. And 24 ounces, ever six hours! That was a ton! I wasn't some sort of cow or anything, "Don't worry though, they won't deflate when you milk them or anything, I've seen to that. They won't get all worn out looking or anything either. They will look nice." But what she was saying made me think of something.

"Well if they are just going to look like this, then I can just leave the milk there right? I mean, I don't have to squeeze it out do I?" I asked, looking down again at my big breasts. Even with all these new problems, they still looked really nice...

"Huh," Lilith said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you," She sounded ominous.

"Why not?"

"You tell me honey, I gave you those about six hours ago, how are they feeling right now?" she asked. I hadn't really noticed, but now that she was talking about it, I came to the realization that they...ached a little bit. Nothing too bad, just a little pressure. It had been the relief from that pressure that had given me that "release" I'd felt in the bathroom.

"Are they going to be sore if I leave them full?" I asked. I lifted one breast in my hand and jiggled it a bit. It felt heavy and ached more than it did before. 

"Oh it will ache for awhile I would imagine. But you don't HAVE to do anything about it. If you don't express your milk, it will come out, eventually," she explained.

"You mean I will leak?" I asked.

"Just a bit," she said and I could hear her laughing at me. My face got red.

"Well what the Hell am I supposed to do with all this milk?" I asked, "drink it?"

"You could, it won't hurt you. Frankly I don't care. I only called to check and make sure everything turned out okay. Sounds like things are more or less what you wanted, so I am going to run. Very busy today," she said, suddenly sounding quite bored.

"What do you mean 'more or less' I already told you I didn't want them like this," I explained, more exasperated than ever.

"Hey Larissa, like I said, be careful what you wish for, you should've known that," she said, "If you hate them, use your second wish tonight to get rid of them. But give them a spin, you might like it." And then there was a click and the phone was dead in my hand.

For a moment I just stared into space. What in the fuck was I going to do? This was not normal. I felt a sudden increase in pressure and I looked down at my breasts. I still couldn't get over how good they looked, but I didn't know how I felt about the milk. This was so weird. I needed to really think about whether I wanted to get rid of my breasts with my second wish. What a waste though! I shook my head and felt and even greater pinch in my breasts. 

"I can't ignore this, even if it is just today," I said to myself. No use worrying at this moment whether I was going to get rid of them. I had to take care of this now.

None of my bras fit me so I quickly slipped on a large t-shirt. Well, it had been large. With my new breasts, it seemed to fit perfectly, shaping over the round mounds of my breasts. I walked out into the hallway clothed now and saw that Wendy's door was closed. That was good. My breasts bounced lightly in my shirt (sending pressure through my body) as I walked to the kitchen. 

When I got to the kitchen I started tearing through the drawers. Eventually, I found a large plastic cup that I got as a souvenir at a football game one time. It was huge, like a 36 ounce cup. I thought about taking it back to my room, but even as I turned to move I felt an intense pressure in my breast. I looked down and saw two little spots of liquid forming on my shirt. I was leaking! 

I didn't have time to go back to my room. I threw my head around, checking to be absolutely positive that no one could see me, and then I quickly pulled my shirt up under my armpits so that my breasts were exposed. I could see two white drips, one on each nipple. They were growing larger, and then one drip slid down the rounded bottom of my breasts. It felt nice, the release in pressure. But I was going to make a mess, I needed to act quickly.

I set the big cup down on the kitchen counter. I then positioned my left breast over the opening and squeezed hard, much harder than I had earlier in the mirror. "Oh god!" I involuntarily moaned as a big, white jet of milk shot out of my breast and sloshed into the cup. The feeling had been incredibly intense. And pleasurable. I wondered if it was only because my breast had hurt so bad before. I carefully squeezed again and groaned with pleasure as my warm milk sloshed out of my body.

I couldn't deny the pleasure anymore. It wasn't just the feeling of a "release." It was actual satisfaction. And definitely sexual. As I squeezed my breast for a third time, I felt my knees go weak and I felt a tell-tale wetness growing between my legs. I bit my lip to prevent myself from moaning squeezed again, harder than ever. Despite my efforts, I heard a whirring noise in the back of my throat as I squeezed. Each time I squeezed my breast it felt like a tongue was wetly sliding across my clitoris (not that I really knew what that felt like, but what I imagined it felt like, when I flicked my wet finger across it). I had to lean heavily against the kitchen counter as I squeezed again. My breathing was shallow and I could feel every nerve in my body. I squeezed again, and again, and again. And each time, my toes curled harder, my breathing more labored, and senses more heightened. I squeezed again and...nothing. 

My eyes shot quickly down to my left breast. I saw a single drip of milk still clinging to my nipple, but my breast no longer felt full. I looked down into the cup and saw about 12 ounces of liquid collected in the bottom. I felt the feeling of ecstasy quickly starting to ebb. My right breast was still aching, and I quickly positioned it over the lid of the cup and squeezed it.

"Holy fuck!" I moaned, but barely in words. It was more like a primal groan that sounded sort of like 'holy fuck.' If anything, the feeling was getting more intense rather than less. I threw my head back and allowed my body to take over as I squeezed my right breast again and again. Each squeeze sent a little spurt of milk into the cup and a big jolt of lightening through my body.

I could feel it building even after the first few squirts of milk from my right breast. I couldn't believe what I was feeling, but I'd masturbated too many times not know what it was. The more I squeezed the closer and closer I got. My whole body felt like it was vibrating and my fingers felt weak. I gave one last hard squeeze to my breast and felt the milk squirt hard out of my nipple. 

"Oh my God!" I yelled loudly, not even caring if Wendy could hear me. The orgasm ripped through my body like none I'd ever felt before. Rather than glowing out slowly from my clitoris like most of orgasms, this one seemed to burst out of my chest and my pussy at the same time. Sensation, just absolute pure sensation, moved up and down my legs, my torso, and every other part of my body at the same time. Pleasure moved in every direction, making me disoriented and completely relaxed and somehow heightened at the same time. I couldn't hear, or taste, or feel, smell, or see anything outside of my body. It was just the absolute fullness of pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the orgasm slowly subsided and I found myself standing topless in my kitchen, a bit sheepish and confused. I spent a few minutes catching my breath and trying to understand what I was feeling. What had just happened? Was that going to happen every time I made milk? And what about my milk?

I looked down into the cup on the kitchen counter. The strangeness of my recent orgasm seemed less important. Now that it had passed and I'd had an opportunity to catch my breath, I was just much more curious about my new breasts and their strange properties. I looked at my breasts. They were a little red from my forceful squeezing but, like Lilith had promised, they still looked perky and full. They no longer ached.

The cup was clear (except for football logos splashed around it haphazardly) and I could see the bluish white liquid sitting inside of it. I swirled the glass around once. The milk sloshed around and it looked thinner than regular milk (although much thicker than water), maybe like skim milk. There was a lot of it, it was definitely around the 24 ounces that Lilith had suggested. I lifted the glass up to my nose and took a furtive sniff. I don't know what I was expecting, but it had a light, pleasant aroma. A little creamy and sweet smelling. It was actually kind of an appetizing smell. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming desire to see what it tasted like. I lifted the cup up towards my mouth and tilted it back...

"So I said...." I heard the front door bang open and heard Wendy's loud voice. I could tell from the sound that more than one person was entering my house. I felt white hot panic course through my body, seeming to follow the same sensory pathways the orgasm had just opened. I set the cup down on the counter and quickly scrambled to find my shirt. I found it and slipped it quickly over my head. I was just adjusting it to straighten out when Wendy walked into the kitchen.

"And so I was like..." she was saying to a crew of friends following in her wake. It looked like there was another girl and about four guys following her and they were drinking in everything she was saying. I realized that all of these people were in my house and I sort of shrank back against the refrigerator, trying to make myself small.

"Oh hey Larissa," she said sweetly when she noticed me standing in the kitchen, "You're finally up. I hope you don't mind, some people are over to watch the game," Suddenly all of the eyes in the house were focused on me. Despite the fact that I had my beautiful new breasts, I felt self-conscious. Maybe I felt more self-conscious. I crossed my arms in front of me tits and blushed.

"No, that's fine," I said. The boys sort of gave me a once over, I could feel their eyes on my breasts, and then marched into the living room to turn on the television.

"Oh, and this is my friend Gina," Wendy said, gesturing towards the only other girl, "She is my friend from back home. She is going to stay through the next week. Her college is off. I didn't think you'd mind."

"Hi, nice to meet you," Gina said, extending her hand. I uncoiled one of my hands from in front of my breasts and shook it. My heart was beating quickly and I felt that same social anxiety I'd always felt around Wendy's friends. Or any other people for that matter. Wasn't that I'd wanted breasts? It thought this would give me confidence. This was not working out like I thought.

"Nice to meet you too," I said all in one breath, blushing harder. I looked over Wendy's friend. She was very pretty as well, and it was clear they had been the cool, sexy kids in high school together. Gina was almost, but not quite, as tall as Wendy. She had incredibly long, dark, red hair and lightly freckled skin. She was wearing a bikini top and some cut-off jeans and her stomach was incredible! Not overly muscled, just perfectly toned and girly. Her legs were smooth and less freckled that her face. Her breasts were large, though not as large as my new breasts. She was gorgeous and comfortable, just like Wendy. I realized I'd been looking her over too long and blushed harder, looking down at my feet. Wendy seemed to sense my discomfort, and, like she usually did, she talked to cover it up.

"Oh my god, I am glad you have something out. I had too much to drink last night and I am still hung over. Need something to re-hydrate!" she said. And with that, she reached across my body towards the cup with my milk in it. I was about to warn her, of what exactly I don't know, but before I could, she whispered into my ear.

"Are you wearing a wonder bra or something? It looks fucking good!" and she gave me a wink. I was so flustered by that comment that I didn't even have the wherewithal to say anything about the milk. I just watched as Wendy brought the cup up to her lips. I could see a quickly flash of white liquid as it poured into her mouth. She took a big gulp and I watched her throat move as my milk slipped into her belly.

"Oh, I didn't expect milk!" she said, a little milk mustache on her upper lip. She licked it off slowly, "But that's good. Sweet. What is that, that vanilla flavored soy stuff? It's warm, I hear that stuff doesn't have to be refrigerated as much" I opened my mouth to speak, but then just closed it again. 

"Oh I wanted to try that," Gina said. I watched, helplessly as Gina took the cup out of Wendy's hands and put it up to her own mouth. Once again, I watched as a girl drank my milk. My own mouth was dry, nervous. I needed to get away, be in my private room again, "Yeah, that is yummy."

"I am stealing this by the way," Wendy said, taking the milk back from Gina and taking a quick sip, "I know you drank my last Snapple. Now we are even."

"Hey, you ladies are going to miss kick off," one of the dudes said. When I looked over I saw he was looking at me. Rather than feeling flattered, like I always figured I would, I just felt more self-conscious.

"Coming," Wendy said, "You want to come watch? Should be a good game." I looked at all of the people in the room. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to want to say yes. But I couldn't. I just wanted to be away again.

"No I am... I have some stuff I need to do," I said. Wendy gave me a concerned look, I must've been acting strange, even for me.  But she didn't say anything.

"Okay, well, if you get time later, come in," she said.

"Or just come in now!" the guy in the room said and one of the other guys laughed.

"Smooth bro," the other guy said. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned and quickly walked out of the room. I stopped just outside of the kitchen to catch my breath. What had just happened? I hadn't even had time to understand how I'd had an orgasm and then Wendy was there and all her friends. And I still froze just like I always froze, and Wendy and Gina drank my milk, and...

"You didn't tell me your roommate was hot," I heard the guy who'd been staring at me say. I felt the flattery now, but I knew if I was standing there next to him, I would be completely ashamed. I inched closer to the kitchen door, listened in to hear what they said.

"Don't be a perv," I heard Wendy respond. Then I heard another guy, I think it was Wendy's current boyfriend, speak.

"I don't even understand why your roommates with her. It's not like you guys are friends or anything. And she is so weird. Like a hermit or something. But yeah, she is pretty hot." I heard what sounded like the guy getting hit in the face with a pillow.

"You're an ass," She said, but didn't actually sound angry, "I don't know, I remember after freshman year and everyone was pairing off to get roommates the next year. All of my friends were total flakes, but I knew from some ice-breaking thing during orientation that her parents were loaded. I figured that I wouldn't have to worry about her missing payments. Like I would if Laura was my roommate." Well that answered one question I'd always had. Why did Wendy want to be my roommate? My parents had money. Well if I felt shitty before...

"That's cold!" one of the guys said.

"No, I mean I know that sounds terrible. I was a bitch maybe, but actually Larissa is incredibly sweet! I mean she is crazy shy for some reason, but I think knowing her now I would want her for a roommate even without the rich parents," she said. I guess that made me feel a little better.

"Whatever," another guys voice said, "I am going to grab a beer from the fridge, anyone want anything?" he asked. I figured that meant they were done talking about me behind my back. I slinked away from the kitchen door and then slumped back to my bedroom, defeated again.

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I grabbed a quick shower while everyone was still in my house watching television, but other than that I spent the rest of the day huddled in my room, trying to sort everything out. First and perhaps most importantly, I still loved my breast. Regardless of any other concerns, I knew that there was no way I was going to get rid of them. Even while I lay on my back thinking about my day, I couldn't help but stare at them and touch them gently. I had decided I was going to stay in my room all day, topless and just enjoy it. So after my shower, I'd just put on a pair of tight cloth shorts and nothing else. And that is what I'd been doing until the sun went down and Wendy and all her friends went into the backyard drank beer. 

Beyond just the way my new breast looked on me, I had to admit that the orgasm I'd had in the kitchen was the most powerful I'd ever had in my life. I guess all of my orgasms were pretty similar before that, considering I'd given them all to myself in pretty much the same way. But that didn't change how powerful it was. And the more I thought of it, the less I was annoyed with the milk. I mean it was a slight inconvenience, sure, but nothing with compared to how the breasts looked or how it felt when I was making the milk. And, I had to admit to myself, the milk aspect was a little sexy to me too. I produced something with my body, and, based on the way Gina and Wendy reacted, it tasted good. I don't know why, but that turned me on. Just the thought of them drinking it turned me on...

But thinking of them reminded me of the one negative of my breasts: they hadn't worked. There I was in the kitchen with big tits and apparently looking "hot" and I still froze. I was still just as "weird" as ever. I'd thought that breasts were some sort of magic bullet to cure my social anxiety and my crippling awkwardness. That just seemed so naïve now. And frustrating. And that was the feeling I felt most of all, just intense frustration deep inside of my stomach, worming away at me. And I noticed after a long while that, along with my unbearable frustration, my breasts we starting to hurt. For a moment I couldn't figure out what that meant, maybe big breasts were sensitive to anxiety. Then I remembered. It had been six hours. It was time to milk. And I thought of one of my all-time favorite ways to release frustration...

I looked around the room for a cup of for something else to catch my milk in. I knew from experience at this point that there was going to be a good deal of it. I saw a small cup that I used for water, but it was nowhere near big enough. In fact, the only thing I saw in the room that would be anywhere near large enough to hold 24 ounces of liquid was a jewelry box that my father got me one year. It didn't look to be watertight. I was running out of ideas. And my breasts were really starting to hurt. 

I didn't want to get dressed and walk out to the kitchen. There was a clear view from the backyard into the kitchen. I didn't want Wendy or her friends to ask me to go outside. I shifted uneasily on the bed, wondering what I was going to do. As I shifted my new, large breasts moved in a way that I was not used to. They sort of rose up on my chest a little bit. I wasn't used to have breasts large enough to move that way. It sort of surprised me. And it also gave me an idea that sent a chill down my spine.

I scooted back on the bed so that my neck was leaned up against the headboard. This made my head sit up at a ninety degree angle from my body with my chin hard on my sternum. It was slightly uncomfortable, but now my large breasts were just a few inches from my face.




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I thought about Gina and Wendy earlier, how they'd both taken a drink of my milk. There didn't seem to be an ill effects. Lilith said as much. And I remembered how it smelled. How close I'd come to tasting it before they came into the kitchen. My heart was beating quickly, I was excited. I reached down and took one of my breasts in my hand. I carefully tilted my breasts up so that my nipple was facing towards my mouth. 

I guess that the pressure I placed on my breast from doing so was a little bit too much. I felt that same, intense release feeling I'd had before. And I giggled a little to myself as I felt a hot splash of warm liquid across my face. I could feel milk dribbling down my cheek and I could see a little drop of the stuff hanging from my nipple.

But now my nipple was just a few inches from my lips and in perfect position. It was a little more uncomfortable than I thought (my new breasts weren't THAT big), but in a few seconds I felt my warm lips gently wrap around my nipple. My body felt electric from the touch and I squirmed on the bed when I felt my tongue graze flirtingly across my areola. And I tasted the little drop of milk that had been dangling so gently from my new breast.

It was just the barest hint of a flavor. Sweet. Much sweeter than regular milk. It was actually even sweeter than the vanilla soymilk that Wendy had mistaken it for. It was warm, just as warm as my mouth, which I suppose was not surprising. It tasted vaguely of melon, it is hard to explain. It was thick and velvety and even the small drop seemed to spread out over my tongue, coating it in flavor. I felt my eyes widen as the sensation danced across my tongue. And even as I tasted it, I felt my nipple harden in my mouth. I don't know if was the feel of my hot tongue on my skin that did it, the taste of my own sweet milk, or if it was, as I suspect, a combination of both. And I wanted more of it.

I wrapped my lips tighter and sucked in, forming a vacuum with my mouth. And as I did so I felt that intense release feeling I'd had before, but so much more this time. The milk came out in a solid burst, so much more than even I'd gotten with my hardest squeeze earlier in the day. The first thing that I noticed was the smell filling my nose. It was almost fruity. Then I felt my cheeks begin to bulge with liquid and I tasted the flavor again. It was that super-sweet melon flavor from before, but overwhelming in the amount. It coated my entire tongue and I felt it slip down my throat cleanly. I moaned around my nipple and writhed on the bed. I sucked hard again and the milk sloshed into my mouth. Pleasure rippled through my body, reaching a small crescendo and then lilting again. I squealed and hoped no one outside could hear me.

I needed more. I decided to start sucking smoothly and consistently. I steadily started to pulled milk into my mouth, sucking at an even clip. The milk poured into my mouth and down my throat. More importantly, I felt the familiar tingling start to build up inside of me. I shook on the bed as I sucked my nipple and drank down my milk. I closed my eyes and tried to comprehend the enormity of the bizarre sensation I was experiencing and the pleasure of it. I sucked deeper and deeper and I tasted more and more and then...Nothing.

I sucked again and tasted nothing. The building sensation of my orgasm started to diminish. For a moment I was confused. I know that sounds silly, but I was so engrossed by what I was doing that I honestly did not understand what was happening. I pulled my breast out of my mouth and it glistened with my spit. But it was devoid of milk. I quickly realized what was happening and dropped my breast. My stomach felt slightly full of milk, I hadn't even realized it at first. But I ignored that feeling and I quickly grabbed my other one and shoved it into my mouth like a child grabbing a pacifier. 

As soon as my hard nipple was in my mouth I started to suck it in the steady, level manner that I'd found so pleasurable with my other breast. And the tension inside of me started to rise against instantly. I could feel my tight shorts rub against my clit as I writhed on the bed. I suddenly realized that I was only using half of my assets! 

While I held my breast up to my mouth with my left hand, my right hand quickly shot between my legs. My fingers wiggled underneath of the elastic band on my shorts. They glided over my smooth, waxed mons and across my labia. I felt the thick wetness of my dripping pussy. I dipped my fingers gently into my vagina, getting my fingers slick and wet. Then I slid back up and found my hard little clit. I squealed as soon as I touched it, sucking harder on my nipple.

But in a moment, I was working in a perfect rhythm. As my tongue flicked my nipple and my mouth sucked out my milk, my fingers skittered around my clitoris. The force of the feeling I'd had earlier in the kitchen when I'd milked myself the first time was not added to by my attention to my clitoris. It was multiplied. I could barely think as my body moved faster and faster and faster. My fingers flew and I sucked in milk so quickly that it overflowed my mouth and dripped down my cheeks and neck.

It felt almost like I'd been experiencing an orgasm the entire time. That is, until, the actual orgasm occurred. It started in my throat. I made a quavering, gurgling sound as the milked slid into my belly around a loud groan. From there, my body started to convulse as my eyes rolled back in my head. Then a powerful warmth built from my nipples and shot through my body down to my clitoris. And then everything was beautiful. It was beyond an orgasm, it was the experience of absolute bliss and pure feeling wrapped around my entire body. I felt beauty. I opened my mouth and gasped and my now empty breast fell from my mouth.

"Oh Christ!" I almost screamed as it reached its peak and started to subside.

"Wrong one!" a fierce and sultry voice came from the foot of my bed. For a moment I thought it was Wendy or Gina, but of course, I knew better. The bliss I'd felt instantly dropped and my skin felt tight. My hand flew from between my legs, almost dripping wet, and my eyes flew open. For a second I couldn't make sense of the world. Then I saw Lilith standing at the foot of my bed. She was leaning against the bottom of the bed with one hand and was twirling her tail seductively. She was staring at me intently, her eyes a fiery red.

"Shit!" I screamed and jumped in the bed. Lilith threw her head back and cackled. I pulled my legs up to my chest as Lilith started to walk slowly around the bed.

"I thought you made a lot of noise and crashed through the floor," I said softly. Despite the fact that Lilith was not...human, I was still intensely embarrassed that she'd seen me masturbating. And I was also a bit uneasy seeing her. The night before I hadn't really believed that I was really seeing anything. Now I knew she was legit. And that made her dangerous. And sexy. She slinked around the bed and sat down next to me. I could feel her heat as she grabbed my wrist.

"I can do whatever I want. I didn't see any need for theatrics tonight," she said disinterestedly. She lifted my right hand up to her face and smiled deviously as she sniffed my fingers. Her long tongue shot out of her mouth and wrapped, hot, around my fingers, sucking off the juice from my pussy. It felt strangely nice, but I was unnerved, I yanked my hand back. I grabbed around my knees in a sort of sitting fetal position. Lilith raised her eyebrows at me.

"I thought we were friends!" Lilith said and pouted out her lips. 

"I don't know," I said. 

"That hurts," she said, but didn't sound like she was hurt. She rolled over onto the bed so that she was lying next to me, "But I suppose you have a tendency to want something one day and hate it the next," she said. She then reached between my arms and pinched my breast lightly. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good either. I shifted and then looked at her.

"Stop," I said, barely above a whisper.

"Well, don't you want to get rid of your breasts? You seemed pretty sure about it this morning," she said, pinching me again.

"No, I uh... I changed my mind," I said.

"They sort of grew on you eh?" she said and then she laughed again, "I'm sorry, that was bad." But then she cackled again. She moved her hand away from her breast.

"I want to keep them, thank you," I said, feeling a bit more comfortable. She seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

"I could see you were enjoying them," she said and I blushed harder, "Don't worry, I am not the one who gets hung up about such things." She said, rolling her eyes to the sky. I felt embarrassed again, a sort of ridiculous feeling in this situation, but there it was. And I didn't really like references to God when I was selling a second third of my soul. I looked at the clock. It was only around 9:00 p.m., "Isn't it earlier tonight?" I was trying to change the subject. She looked at the clock as well.

"I have time now to grant a second wish," She said, "I didn't imagine that anytime would be bad for that. Why? Are you afraid your friends will hear? Don't worry, I am only seen when I want to be seen."

"They aren't my friends," I said, completely unable to cover the dejected sound in my voice. However, I was glad to hear they wouldn't be walking in see...whatever this was.

"Oh no?" Lilith said, looking like she was truly surprised, "You mean they didn't throw themselves at your feet and beg for your friendship when they saw your big new breasts?" It was clear she knew exactly what I'd been thinking and was not surprised that it failed.

"You know what happened, I can tell," I said, she smiled at me and then stood up off of the bed. I let go of my knees. Lilith started to pace back and forth in my room slowly, keeping her eyes on me.

'Well, tell me exactly what went wrong," she said. For a moment, I felt like evading her questions, but then I felt my shoulders slump.

"I thought that if I looked like I'd always wanted to look that my anxiety would take care of itself. But I was wrong," I said. Lilith kept pacing, when she was facing me she spoke.

"So what is it that you are lacking? What can I help you with?" she asked. And for a moment I thought about it. It was clear that I needed something internal. It wasn't my looks that were holding me back. It was something else.

"I don't know, I feel like I am socially awkward or that I say stupid things all the time," I said, shaking my head. Lilith paced until she was facing me again.

"Lots of people say stupid things all the time and just keep talking and making friends," she said. I looked at her strangely. I hadn't expected her to push back.She seemed to sense that.

"I want to make sure you make the correct wish, no confusion this time," she said. And I nodded, that was actually very nice. Then, I thought about what she said. About social awkwardness. She was right. And the problem wasn't so much that I said or did stupid things. It was that I was so nervous about doings something stupid or awkward, that I didn't even start.

"You're right though, that isn't it. It's like I need...confidence," I said. And Lilith nodded her head sagely. 

"Confidence, courage, purpose," she said slowly and with each word I started nodding. She was prescribing exactly what I needed. She was saying all the things that I'd thought the breasts would give me indirectly, but saying them directly.

"Yeah, those things," I said. She stopped pacing and looked at me intently.

"Then say exactly what it is you want," she said, her eyes black as coal. I felt nervous and would have dropped my gaze from her eyes if I'd hadn't been too afraid to do so. Too afraid to be afraid, I needed something for sure. I needed more than just courage. I needed more than just boldness. I needed...

"I need balls, you know?" Finally finding the one word that I needed. Lilith's eyes suddenly burst into red flames and a strange smile crossed her face. Like she was pleasantly surprised with my answer. It felt good, like I was already being bold.

"Done!" she said. And, despite the fact that I should've seen it coming (Oh what I should've seen coming!) her tail whipped around again quickly, striking my head and knocking me out once more.

Chapter 3: Balls

I awoke on Sunday morning, slightly earlier than I had awoken the morning before. But once again I was groggy. I felt like I'd slept too long. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. Unlike the previous morning, there was no haze. I remembered clearly everything that had happened the night before. I remembered Lilith and I remembered my second wish. 

I just considered going to find Wendy or going out on the street and talking to someone. Just testing it. But I didn't know if I actually felt more... ballsy. I just felt like I always did. I wondered if I would have to be around other people to know. I pushed the blanket down to my waist and gave a happy glance down at my breasts. They were still lovely, even on the second day. And they ached again.

I'd really enjoyed the way my milk tasted the night before and I wanted to try it again, without having Lilith to spoil the ending. I smiled to myself as I hunkered back down into position with my neck against the headboard. I kind of liked that this would now be part of my morning routine.

I grabbed my breast and pulled my little pink nipple up to my lips. It was easier this time that the last time, I knew what I was doing. In a moment, my hard little nub was pressed up against my teeth. I felt a shiver run through my body and I closed my eyes. I started to suck on my nipple and instantly a thick stream of milk began to fill my mouth. 

"So good!" I mouthed around my nipple, as I enjoyed the sweet taste of my body's bounty. And I felt that same tingling, orgasmic feeling running through me. I sucked long and steady, letting the milk drain down my throat, and feeling it coat my throat. 

It was no less powerful than the day before and I could barely stand the slow pace I'd set for myself. I wanted to suck it all out quickly, and get lovely feeling. But I wanted to savor my flavor as well. Regardless, in a short couple of minutes I felt my first breast empty. I didn't even open my eyes. Before the sensation had a chance to subside, I quickly released my empty breast and positioned my other aching nipple against my lips. I barely missed a beat before another steady stream of hot liquid was gliding across my teeth.

Once again, I sucked slowly, gently, and steadily on my breast. The taste was even sweeter than before, like all of the sugar had settled to the last little bit. And by this time I was groaning loudly and writhing freely on the bed. I felt my heart beating faster and I needed some release. 

It was while I was shifting on the bed that I noticed that my panties felt tight against my skin. I didn't know what was causing it. But I felt that somehow it was keeping me from cumming. I thought that maybe I'd twisted around too much and caused a bunch in my panties or something. While I was still sucking on my breast, I pulled back the covers on my bed and opened my eyes.

I looked down between my legs and immediately knit my brow. Sometime during the night I'd put my little pajama shorts back on. That wasn't strange. But what was strange was that there was a large bulge between my legs, like there was something stuffed down the front of my panties. I had no idea what it could be. I sucked in a little nervously, pulling some milk out of my breast. I jumped a little because, as I sucked, thing in my pants throbbed. And my body was still building in tension towards an orgasm. Maybe if I hadn't been so close, I wouldn't have kept going, I would have been more nervous.

But I was so close! It felt so amazing and my milk tasted so good. Regardless, I was curious. I reached down with my free hand and grabbed the hem of my shorts. I took one last suck on my breast, draining the last little bit of milk. And at the same time, I yanked down on my shorts. I felt the soft, enveloping warmth of an orgasm start to burst through my body and, at the same time, I looked down between my legs.

I was moaning from the orgasm, but it changed into a confused groan. Staring up from between my legs was a...cock! A hard, pulsing 6-inch, circumcised penis had popped out of my shorts and was looking me in the face. I made a gasping sound in surprise. At the same time, my orgasm built to a muscle-clenching crescendo and I felt an intense release of pressure, more wrenching than any I'd felt in my entire life. I grunted loudly and for a moment forgot about the confusing appendage between my legs.

But only for a moment. My eyes were closed now and I had opened my mouth to moan. While was doing so, I suddenly felt something hot and wet splashed against my eyes, nose, and across my open mouth. My eyes flew open and I saw big, white spurts of liquid shooting out of the penis attached to my body. I couldn't even move. But I could feel the... sperm? I could feel it pulling out of my body. I felt more splash against my breasts and against my stomach. I closed my mouth. 

And I tasted it. I guess I hadn't really realized that whatever it was had gone into my mouth. It was just a few drops of liquid against the inside of my cheek. I'd never tasted cum before, never even thought about it. It was salty and tasted thick. It mixed strangely (but not unpleasantly) with the last sweet residue of milk in my mouth. I liked it. I felt that even as I was completely confused about what was going on.

Slowly, the sort of confusing haze of my orgasm subsided and I became more aware of my surroundings. But, as the sort of hazy confusion I always felt during an orgasm subsided, I realized that a more profound confusion was settling on me. I looked down at my body. There was thick white liquid all over my body. My big new breasts were covered in thick lines of the stuff. It was even thicker on my belly and there was even a pool of the stuff in my bellybutton! I felt a little sticky and I ran my finger tips through some of it. It was thick and sticky, but felt warm and kind of pleasant on my hands. I knew from watching porn that this was a lot of cum, more than I'd ever seen any guy unload in a movie. But I also knew that playing in the cum was just to prevent me from looking at the most confusing thing of all. But finally, I willed myself to act. 

And I looked a little farther down and found the... penis. I mean, I was certain that's what it was. I had watched enough porn to know what a cock looked like. I just didn't know what it was doing on my body. For a moment, I thought that it was just sitting on my body, like laying across my pussy and not attached to me. I know that sound weird, and maybe even grosser than the truth, but I wasn't not in my right mind at the time. I pulled my fingers out of the little pool of cum in my belly button and slid them down my body to the tip of the cock. I pushed my finger against it. And jumped.

I could feel it. Just like the day before with my breasts, I had the strange sensation that I could feel not only the rapidly softening tip of the cock against my finger, I could also feel the finger against my cock! The cock was almost completely softened now and looked considerably smaller than when it was hard. I moved closer and pinched the tip of the cock and lifted it up. It hurt and I dropped it again and it slapped noisy against my lower stomach. I felt fear start to pulse through my body, almost a panic.

"What the Hell..." I started, then, I a stray idea passed through my mind. I reached down underneath the shaft of the cock. It was hot against my hand and in a moment I felt soft, doughy skin. And then I felt, "balls! God damn it, I should've..." I started, but suddenly my phone rang. 




Be Careful What You Wish For



My eyes shot over to the cell phone sitting on the table next to my bed. I moved my hand away from the balls. My balls? I didn't want to think of that. Even as I reached over to the phone, I was still kicking myself, how could I be so stupid? Especially since I'd already gotten in trouble with the milk from my breast wish (even if that had turned out to be a pleasant surprise). 

I was about to grab the phone when I realized my fingers were covered in sperm. I looked at the white liquid glistening on my fingers and realized I didn't want it on my phone. But I didn't really want to wipe it on my bed either. The phone kept right on ringing and I needed to do something. Without really thinking I plunged my fingers into my mouth and started to suck the liquid off of my fingers. Without the residue of milk in my mouth, it tasted much saltier and there was far more of it on my fingers than I'd tasted before. It had a tangy, earthy flavor to it that wasn't unpleasant. I tried to tell myself I didn't like it, then ignored my own lies and just grabbed the phone. 666, Lilith was calling again. I couldn't wait to lay into her, this was obviously not what I'd asked for.

"Hello, how're things at Yellowstone?" her sultry voice said. She always had a way of throwing me off.

"Yellowstone? What?"

"Old Faithful?" she asked, "Oh come on, that wasn't even a pop culture reference, I figured... never mind. I just thought I'd call up and see how the second wish worked out."

"Very fucking funny Lilith," I said, forgetting over the phone how terrified I was of her. She didn't sound angry, she just cackled wickedly into the phone.

"What's the problem?" she asked. I couldn't move on the bed, I was afraid that if I did, the cum would get everywhere. So I just had to lay there motionless and listen to Lilith mock me. I just closed my eyes to at least avoid looking at the cock.

"You knew when I said 'balls' I didn't mean this!" I shouted into the phone. For a moment there was silence on the line. But then she spoke.

"Hey, I am sorry," Lilith said, actually sounding apologetic, "I knew you said 'balls' but I figured when you said you wanted those that you'd want the shaft too. I mean, just a pair of balls hanging there would look kinda weird you know?"

"What?" I said and in a moment, what she was saying registered and I got angry, "No damn it, I mean I was talking about 'balls' in the metaphorical sense. Like, you know, courage and assertiveness and stuff. I didn't say I wanted testicles!" 

"Do I have to play the game where I pretend I don't know what you are talking about?" Lilith asked, suddenly sounding very serious, "I told you before to be careful what you wish for. You said 'balls' and I delivered. The metaphor must come from somewhere, I mean when people say 'balls' in that sense, they are referring obliquely to testicles. They aren't talking about footballs." She was right, of course, I knew from experience that if I left her any space, she'd drive right through it, what did I expect now?

"Yeah, I know," I said defeated. She laughed, but not overly cruelly.

"Well at least you are getting smarter. Again you can always dump it tonight if you don't like it."

"Oh I don't. It is gone. This isn't like the breasts," I said, looking at my hard nipples, coated in white jizz.

"Hey don't say that just yet! I gave you a nice one, not humongous but big for someone your height (not to mention sex). Plus, you are a regular sperm factory if you're into that sort of thing," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked warily.

"Come on, I know you've used it. That isn't a normal amount of cum, that was like eight ounces of sperm. I know you drank your milk, that is going to have a strange reaction with your cum. There is going to be a lot of it."

"Oh great," I said, not exactly excited.

"Some people are into that," she explained.

"I am not!" I said defiantly. I might have known it was all my fault, but it didn't make me any less angry.

"Like you don't like milky tits right?" she said over the phone. Well, she was right about that... before I had a chance to come up with a reply to her interjection, she spoke again, "Well, I think you need some time to get your house in order. I just wanted to check and see how things were going. I am your friend, after all." Lilith cackled again and then, in a moment, the phone went dead.

I set it back down on the counter and stared up at the ceiling for a second. This was completely insane. I mean, the changes the day before had been major, but it hadn't changed my identity in anyway. I was still a girl, just a girl with bigger tits. What was I now? I wasn't a boy, but was I girl? Was I a shemale? None of this made any sense.

The only thing I knew for sure was that I needed to get myself cleaned off. I looked back down at the mess that covered my body. I looked around the room with more time now, trying to find something close at hand that I could use to clean myself. But there was nothing. I knew that if I stood up, all of the cum would slide off of my body and made a mess all over my bed. I felt intensely frustrated, just another thing added to an already horrible day.

There really wasn't anything to do, except... "Well," I said to myself with a sigh, "I have already tasted it twice, it wasn't that bad." I knew the only place to clean it was into my mouth. I tried to tell myself that I wasn't curious and oddly excited. I mean, I'd tasted it twice and liked it. But I tried desperately to convince myself that that experience had satiated my curiosity and that eating the jizz now was just a necessity. But my heart was fluttering.

I started with my left breast. There was a large globule of sperm underneath of my nipple. I reached down with a hooked finger and scooped over my now hardened nipple. The sperm was cooler, but still warm from my body. My finger felt lovely against my nipple and I felt a shiver run though my body. I even felt (but ignored) a slight reaction in the penis. Hell, at that point I knew it, my penis.

I lifted the finger up to my face. The cum was sticky and glommed onto my finger steadfastly. It glistened on my finger where the sunlight hit it as it filtered through my blinds. It had a pearly look to it, not exactly as unappealing as it looked in the over-lit porno movies I watched on my computer. I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it once. It had a slight fragrance that I couldn't put my finger on, but was somehow familiar. Without any further hesitation, I plunged it into my mouth.

There was a lot more sperm on my finger this time that there had been before. It slithered around on my tongue, leaving a surprisingly potent flavor. I circled my tongue around the roof of my mouth, driving the flavor into my nose. I liked it. I had to admit, it didn't taste bad. I swallowed down the cum and then moved my finger back down my body to scoop some more. I forgot about what I was supposed to like and what I was not supposed to like and decided to just enjoy this. I just scooped cum onto my fingers and slide it into my mouth. Even while I was sloshing my sperm through my teeth, I was moving my finger back down to my body, finding more jizz. I scooped it out of my bellybutton, off my tits, and even off of the tip of my cock and scooped it into my mouth. 

The smell and taste was so enticing, I couldn't explain it. And it was arousing. Despite my best efforts to ignore it, the more of my still-warm cum that I drank down, the harder my cock became. Soon it was standing out hard from my body. I had cum all over my lips and some had dripped slightly down my cheeks, but when I looked down at my body, it was glistening but clear of big globs of cum. I hadn't even realized how much I'd eaten. I'd been in such a frenzy. But now it was completely gone! My cock ached and part of me wanted to touch it. But as I swallowed down the last little, I suddenly felt sheepish. And sticky.

"I need a shower," I said out loud. With the excitement of finding the cock, having my first orgasm from it, and then...eating my sperm subsided I felt strangely numb. And I felt less connected to my cock that I had just a moment before while the taste and smell was still hot on me. After a moment's hesitation as I stood up from my bed and watched my hard dick wobble along with my big breasts, I decided I would just ignore my cock for the day. I had had my fun with it, but it was really, really not right for this thing to be attached to me. So I would just go through the motions of the rest of the day and then ask Lilith to get rid of it. That would be the end of the matter.  Even coming to that decision made me feel better. I would look back on this and laugh. Then I would find a boyfriend, because I wanted to taste more of that stuff!

The only problem with that method of avoidance was, as I already noted, I had this big erect cock attached to my body. Despite the fact that I was no longer thinking about it, I was still erect. It felt the more I willed it to go down the harder it got. I grabbed my towel off of the back of my chair and wrapped it around my chest. Even with my new, big breasts to hold up the towel, I could still see a bump in the middle of the fabric where my cock was sticking up. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I bumped into Wendy or one of her friends in the hallway. I looked around my room and saw a basket with my television and iPod player remotes. I quickly grabbed it and held it in front of my crotch. Easier to explain why I was carrying a basket than why I had a tent in my midsection.

I opened the door to my room and peaked out. The house was quiet and I didn't see anyone. I quickly pranced the couple of yards from my room to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and set down the basket. I let out a sigh of relief. I then removed my towel. I was about to jump into the shower, but I got a view of myself in the mirror: Long hair, pretty eyes, perky breasts, curvy hips, nice legs, and a big throbbing cock. I don't know why, but I suddenly thought that all of those pieces together looked kind of...good. It wasn't even like I'd asked myself if I looked okay, I just myself and thought, "That's kind of sexy." As soon as I realized I thought that, I felt my cheeks turn red and I jumped into the shower to avoid the mirror.

I took a quick shower and washed my hair. I didn't look down while I cleaned and I never cleaned my penis. I decided the water falling on it was clean enough. I just kept pretending like it wasn't there. In a few minutes I popped out of the shower. I consciously avoided looking in the mirror again, I didn't want to think I liked how I looked. But I wrapped the towel around myself and blow dried my hair. When I was done, I took one quick look down at the towel and was shocked to see that I still hard. Whatever, I could worry about that in my room. It was Sunday, so I could barricade myself in my room if I felt like it and not worry about class.

I unlocked the door and cracked it open. I listened to see if I could hear anything, but, once again, it was quiet. I quickly reached back to the sink and grabbed my basket. Then I opened the door and checked one more time. Once again, I felt very nervous and I walked on my tiptoes to my door. I felt my tits and my cock bouncing up and down as I walked and even though no one was present, I felt my cheeks turn red. But in a moment, I was inside of my room with the door closed.

"Whew," I said as soon as the door was closed behind me. I felt uncomfortable with the towel still wrapped around me, it felt so constraining against my cock and my nipples. So I quickly threw it on the floor. I then sat down on the bed with my arms stretched out behind my back. My knees were together and my cock and my balls were sitting up, still hard, staring me in the face. This was not getting any less weird...I heard a creaking sound and I felt a prickly feeling all over. I hadn't locked the door and it burst open.

"Hey Larissa, Gina is out and... What the fuck?" Wendy was standing in the doorway with her eyes popping out of her head. I desperately searched around for a pillow or something to cover myself but it was too late, she was already seeing me! I couldn't even think.

"Ah...ah...ah," was all I could manage to say while my mouth opened and closed like I was a beached fish. Wendy just stared for a long while, her eyes glassy and a confused look on her face. After a moment, she seemed to register what she was seeing. She looked around like she was afraid she was losing her mind. She spun around quickly and closed the door behind her. As she spun her yellow sundress flew up, and I felt an odd twinge when I saw her beautiful, long legs exposed. She turned around quickly again and ran towards me. Her eyes were wild and her face registered unmitigated disbelief.

"Larissa, what the fuck? Just what the fuck?" She asked, she seemed to be in complete shock. She was standing right in front of me now, staring down at my cock.

"I... I...," I started. What could I say? I didn't have a plan for this situation.

"I know that is not right," she said, "Like, I mean, this isn't your equipment. I've walked in on you enough times when you leave the door unlocked when your changing in the bathroom to know that you don't have a cock! I know you aren't... what? A shemale? What the hell is going on?" She said all of this without breathing and it was clear she was saying everything that came into her mind. I was too nervous to move, and too embarrassed that she'd walked in on me. She stopped talking after making a few more incoherent statements and looked at me.

"I...I...,"I started again, this was like a worst nightmare. You know that one when your crippling social anxiety is reinforced by the fact that your roommate walks in and sees your giant cock. Oh God!

"Is something wrong with you? Do we need to go to the doctor? Or...did you do this on purpose? Are you...transitioning into a man or something?"

"No, I..." I started, but she wasn't done talking.

"But why did you get breast implants?" she said, looking at my chest, "You have small breasts, those aren't yours. You weren't wearing a wonder bra yesterday! Holy shit. But, if you are becoming a man, why are you getting big fake boobs. They look real!" she said, chattering even faster. She was talking herself into a frenzy and I was feeling more and more nervous. I realized that in this situation, staying quiet was going to be worse than talking.

"Wendy!" I said, realizing that this wasn't getting us anywhere, "Stop."

"Oh," she said, shaking her head like she was coming out of a trance. Then she looked back down at my cock. But she stayed quiet.

"Yeah, uh... I can explain everything, you just need to chill out," I said. Wendy nodded wanly. I looked down at my cock. Well, it was the only part of my body that wasn't rubbery. Still hard as a rock, what the hell would get to this thing? Then I had to think. I promised I would answer Wendy's question. What was I going to tell her? I couldn't say I'd sold my soul to the devil for this. Even if she believed, she would want to know why I asked for it. The surgery angle had the same problem, plus she was right, my three new body parts didn't really mesh. I felt my chest getting tight and my palms were sweating. I felt totally...

"Sick," I said excitedly, then I felt self-conscious and coughed once, "It is a rare, congenital disease. It happens in only like 1 in 350,000 Caucasian female births. And the worst thing is, that like, you don't know if you have it until you are in your 20s. And you have to get gene analysis as a kid if you want to find out about it, but that is like totally expensive. I only know about it because I have a great aunt who had it. But when I got the gene analysis as a kid, it only showed that there was a fifty percent chance that I would get it, so I never told anyone about it because I was hoping it wouldn't happen. But recently you know, it happened." I'd never been able to produce such a steady stream of bullshit in my entire life. I had no idea if it even made any sense, I just started talking and that is what came out. I crossed my fingers.

For a few moments, Wendy just looked at me blankly. But then her eyes softened, "So it is like a...medical thing?" she asked. And I breathed a sigh of relief. Well, she seemed willing to buy that. And if someone has an embarrassing medical condition, they can count on their roommates to keep it quiet, right?

"Yes," I said, "It started just a couple of weeks ago. There are procedures to get it reversed, but sometimes they take awhile." I explained sagely. Wendy nodded, but her eyes stayed on my hard cock.

"I am sorry if I made you feel weird about it," She said, "it was just really shocking. I mean not shocking, that sounds bad, but like...surprising." She looked embarrassed, I decided to be magnanimous, put her in my debt.

"No, it is okay," I said, "believe me, I was shocked with it first started too," I said and we both laughed more than we should as the tension lessened in the room. Slowly and awkwardly she walked over and sat down next to me on the bed. My mouth went dry. I'd never been so close to someone when I was naked. My cock ached as I looked at Wendy. So statuesque, blonde, and beautiful. I'd always looked on Wendy as sort of a template, I admired her because I wanted to be her. But I felt a little different now, it was hard to explain...

"So I guess this explains some things," she said, I turned and looked into her beautiful green eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you know. You always seem a little, standoffish. Like you don't like to be around people. Some people think you're stuck up. I always just thought you were shy. I guess, you were just nervous because of your possible medical condition. And now it happened," she said. This sudden flood of information about me was very confusing. Why on Earth would people think I am stuck up?

"Stuck up?"

"You know, you are so pretty but you never talk to anyone and you seem to ignore guys," she said. And my mind whirled. This was maybe even more confusing than waking up with a dick! Was this really the image I projected to the world?

"It isn't like that..." I started.

"I know, you are just shy like I said. And I guess there was a reason for it," she said, and her eyes darted back to my cock. I blushed.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said. Sensing my unease, Wendy turned on the bed so she was sitting cross-legged facing me. I turned my head and looked at her.

"Listen, it doesn't matter though. You really shouldn't let this stuff bother you. People think what they think, don't get crippled by it."

"Whatever," I said, feeling more awkward than ever. So much for balls I guess. 

"Larissa, come on, stop trying to push me away, I am trying to help," Wendy said sweetly, she was even smiling at me, but her word confused me, "Look, sometimes people ask me why I live you. I even talked to my friends about it yesterday. People are always like, 'you're close with Andrea, why do you live with Larissa, you don't even know her,' and I will always say something that makes sense. But...do you remember history 101 freshman year?" She asked. I felt like she was all over the place, I was confused. But I answered.

"Yes."

"So, like in the third week, the professor asked some question about the Roman Empire or something and he called on you. And you made some joke about toga's and orgies because you didn't know the answer. And only the professor laughed out loud. But I understood it too, and I giggled like crazy in the back of the room, it was just quiet. And you got all embarrassed and shy." I remembered that mortifying event with absolute clarity, "Well, I thought when you said that, 'this girl is clever, I like her,' and I went and talked to you later in the week. And you seemed so nice and sweet and everything. I wanted to get to know you, but you always seemed to be keeping me out. And eventually we moved in together, and I thought you were opening up, but you just seemed as like...anti-social as ever. But I guess I understand, you were pushing me away because you were embarrassed."




Be Careful What You Wish For



"Yes," I said, but I felt hollow. Had I so completely misread the situation? Who was keeping me 'anti-social' all this time? Me?

"But you don't need to be embarrassed," she said, "At least, not around me. Larissa, I've always wanted to be your friend. And friends help each other through tough times. Be my friend, let me help!" Everything she said swirled through my mind. A friend? Friends with Wendy? 

"You want to be friends with me?" I asked finally. I saw face fall a bit, she looked sad. For the first time, she seemed to realize that I wasn't being even a little bit stuck up. I didn't think I deserved her friendship.

"Of course, why do you think we live together? Aren't we already friends?" she asked. She was giving me an opportunity to get out of my self-loathing. No ambiguity or uncertainty. 

"Yeah, of course we are," I said, and I smiled and even felt tears forming in my eyes.



"I am glad I saw you like this," she said and I was shocked, she must've seen it, "I mean, not because I wanted you to be embarrassed. But I think you needed me to see you vulnerable, so you'd know I wouldn't hurt you when you were." And with that she leaned over, despite my nudity, and wrapped her arms around me. My friend Wendy held me close and I felt the tears falling down my cheeks now.  Even though she didn't know the real reason behind my embarrassment and shyness over the years, it felt like she was speaking directly to those insecurities anyway. And when she held me in her arms in my bizarre nudity, it felt like a complete release from the constant uncertainty I always felt in social situations. It felt, perfect.

After a long while I stopped crying and she released me from her hug. We looked at each other nervously for a second and then laughed. "Well, I don't know about you, but I feel better," Wendy said and I felt like a weight was lifted off me as well.

"Yeah, thank you so much," I said.

"I didn't do anything," she responded, though we both knew she had reached out to me in my isolation and helped me, "But if you want to thank me anyway, you can let me...look at it." She said the last few works in a conspiratorial hiss. My eyes shot open and I looked back down at my still hard cock. A thin stream of clean, sticky looking liquid was formed on the top of it.

"What!?" I said, completely shocked that she'd want to be anywhere near it.

"Oh come on!" she giggled, "Like if things weren't the other way around that you wouldn't be curious!" I honestly don't know what I'd do in the opposite situation. "I won't hurt it or anything." She looked at me intently, it was clear she was very curious. I thought for a few more seconds. I didn't really want her to look, but I didn't want to say 'no' either. We'd just sort of had a breakthrough about being open in our relationship. I didn't want to screw that up now.

"Fine," I said, "Just, be careful, it is...sensitive," I said.

"Yay! And I told you, I am going to be super careful," she promised. She quickly hopped off the bed and turned so she was facing me. As she moved I smelled her perfume waft over me. I looked at the way her calves tensed as she walked and the way her breasts bounced. It was strange, I'd seen her in the same dress before, moving and it never seemed the same. I had always known she was beautiful, sexy even, but I'd never felt this sort of carnal longing I was feeling for her now. I looked down at my throbbing cock and wondered if it was having a bigger effect than I thought. 

I shook my head and looked back at Wendy. Slowly she dropped down to her knees in front of me (I couldn't help but look at her cleavage as did so) and looked. She placed her hands on my knees and then turned her gaze to my eyes. She looked so damn sexy in that position, my cock twitched despite me. She didn't notice, thankfully. Or pretended she didn't.

"Will you spread your legs apart so I can see it?" she asked innocently. My heart was in my throat at this time and I know my chest was rising and falling faster than normal, "I mean not if you are uncomfortable, I just want to see."

"Okay," I said, barely above a whisper. Slowly I spread my legs wide apart. I also pulled my arms in, so that I was sitting on the bed, propped up by my elbows, looking down at Wendy. With my legs spread she carefully moved closer to me. She stopped when she was about two feet from my cock, but completely within the spread of my legs. For awhile, she just sort of gazed at it, tilting her head to one side, then another. 

"It's so...girly!" she said.

"What? It's a dick and we both know it!" I said, absolutely incredulous at the first word that she had decided to call it. She giggled and looked up at me.

"No, I mean it is totally a dick. Don't get me wrong. But take it from someone who has seen more than her fair share of dicks: yours looks different." I looked down at it. All of my experience with penises came from blurry, grainy computer images. I had no idea if she was telling the truth.

"How so?" I asked.

"Okay, well look," she said pointing to it, "First there is the color. I mean, depending on a lot of factors, all guys cocks are going to be different shades, but they all fall into a range. But yours is off the charts. It is like a soft, pinkish color almost, like the color of your lips almost." I looked where she was pointing and I supposed she was right.

"I guess," I said, but she kept talking.

"And I know you must shave or wax, but that's a big difference too, your skin is all smooth, guys (except weirdos) don't do that. And yours is symmetrical, smooth (not lumpy) and doesn't tilt to one side. I don't know when you look at it, you can't help but know it belongs to a girl," she explained. I blushed and it felt like she was complimenting me on my looks or something, even though I knew she was just trying to make me feel better.

"Thanks," I said sheepishly and she smiled, then she leaned in farther, so that she was only a few inches from my cock. I could barely breathe. The only reason I didn't pass out was that I was looking so intently at her face, just inches from my naked body. The beautiful curve of her noise, her soft pink lips. For a moment, I thought about my new cock sliding between those lips, but then her hand moved and I shook out of my daydream before I could even consider what it meant. She pointed to my package.

"May I?" she said, indicating that she wanted to touch. I gulped once, completely unsure about what to do. But I was in too deep now, and my body wanted so badly to know what her hands would feel like on my cock. I needed it completely.

"Okay," I croaked. 

"So this also," she said and she out and I felt her fingers against my balls. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. It was incredible. My cock was so sensitive and Wendy's hands so soft. I looked down at her, and she was looking intently at my balls, "See you balls are in this tight little, smooth package. Most guys had sort of a wrinkly pouch yours is more feminine." She said.

"Oh," I said, almost grunting. It was like she'd been so interested she hadn't really registered what she was doing until that moment. Then she realized that she was bouncing my robin's egg sized balls on the palm of her hand and blushed a little.

"Sorry, I got a little excited," she said.

"It's okay," I said, and then I couldn't control myself, "It feels good."

"It feels good?" she asked, surprised. 

"Yes," I breathed. She kept her hands on my balls, in fact, she squeezed them gently and I writhed on the bed.

"Okay," she said conspiratorially, "Since you admitted that, is it okay if I admit something to you?" She was giving me a meaningful look, taking me into her confidences.

"Yes," I said, biting my lip again. My cock was almost vibrating with excitement, the little stream of thick, clear liquid rolled out of the tip and slid down my urethra. I saw it touch Wendy's finger and I felt weak. 

"It smells sexy," she said and the, for the first time ever, I saw Wendy blush. I knew she wasn't fucking with me. She looked so sincere. Wendy had sniffed my cock, and she'd liked it. I was stunned into silence, "It is the least masculine thing of all. Not like a sweaty, salty smell like a man's. It actually, kind of, smells like a pussy. But different. I don't know, it is like... something." I noticed that Wendy's skin was flushed and I could feel her palms a bit wet on my balls. Was it possible that she was as turned on right now as I was? My nipples were now as hard as my cock and wondered what Wendy's looked like behind her sundress and bra.

"I am glad...you like it..." I said, almost surprised by how seductive and naughty my voice sounded. Wendy noted it too. She didn't seem to have even realized the ratcheting up of sexual tension and intimacy in the room. But suddenly, but of us were acutely aware of it now. And judging by the way she was look at me, she was okay with it.

"Have you ever... played with it?" she asked. Even as she was speaking, I felt her hand slide up my balls and then curl lightly around the base of my cock. She didn't move it then, she just let her hand rest on my ball sack and pretended like she wasn't doing anything.

"No," I said, "Not really." Which was the truth. She nodded and bit her lip. Her hand slid up my shaft, putting pressure on the urethra. Soon, just the little pink tip of my cock stood out from between her thumb and forefinger. She stopped there, holding my cock. 

"I bet that would feel nice," she said, "Do you think an orgasm would feel the same from a cock as it would from a pussy?" she asked.

"I bet it would feel...similar," I said, knowing full well, at least from my experience, they felt that way. Different and similar at once. Wendy stroked my cock down again, her fingers tickling at my balls. This time, despite my best efforts, I let out a little bit of a moan.

"Have you ever wondered what a blowjob would feel like? Since you got this?" she asked pointedly. She was raising her eyebrows. I couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed like...like she was offering. We were both sort of controlled by our bodies at that point. Or maybe by natural (or unnatural) processes beyond our control. It felt so right to be talking about this, and acting like this. 

"Well," I said, "Not until you said something right now," I lied. Wendy giggled when I spoke and her voice sound musical. I looked at her tongue while she laughed and wondered what it would feel like wrapped around the tip of my cock...

"I've given a lot of blowjobs in my day," Wendy said, "I know right? I was like, the slut at my high school senior year. But I got good grades so no one said anything. And I haven't slowed down here. Yeah, I've given a lot (been told I am good too) but have no idea what one would feel like. You are pretty lucky, you might get to feel something most girls never get to feel. Someday." She said. She wasn't exactly subtle, but both of us were feeling overheated now. Her grip released on my cock and she started to run her nails up and down its length slowly and softly. She acted as though it was absent minded. It was clear what she wanted. And that she wanted me to ask for it. Any hesitation I might normally have (if normally is a word that fits in this context) was completely overwhelmed by raw desire.

"You are good at it?" I asked, and groaned as her fingers swirled around the thick, syrupy liquid dripping slowing from the opening in my cock.

"I've been told by more than one person I am the best," she said. Slowly, she moved her finger away from the tip of my cock. She looked at me in the eye and then slowly dipped the damp finger into her mouth. She pulled it out and then slowly licked her lips. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head. I'd never been so turned on. My entire body felt electric, like I was really living for the first time.

"Well, I guess since I have this amazing opportunity, I shouldn't let it go to waste," I said and smiled at her, "And if I am going to get one, I might as well get one for the best."

"What are you saying?" Wendy asked. She leaned forward now. Her face was just a few inches from my excited cock. I could feel her hot breath against it.

"Wendy, will you suck my cock?" I asked. She didn't say anything more.  I watched as she rose up on her knees and then opened her mouth. Quickly and skillfully her head sank down, and I watched as inch after inch of my new cock disappeared into my roommates welcoming mouth.

"Holy God Wendy!" I groaned the instant I could feel her throat close around my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head and I instinctively grasped my comforter. My breath came out ragged and I felt lightheaded. This was completely unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Her mouth was hot and warm and while it was only wrapped around my cock, it felt like she was engulfing my entire body. Her mouth felt pillowy and velvety smooth and her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock and pressed my urethra in a way that made it hard not to squirm.

I opened my eyes again and looked down at Wendy perched between my legs. I watched as her beautiful blonde head bounced up and down on my hard cock. Her eyes were closed and I could hear her breathing deeply through her nose. I loved the way her thick lips looked as my now glistening prick slid in and out of her mouth. I could see her saliva dripping down the corners of her lips. I looked down farther and I could see that her nipples were pushing hard against the top of her sundress. She looked like a woman possessed, like she'd never been more aroused in her entire life. 

She had hiked her dress up around her waist almost and I could see her pink panties. The outline of her pussy lips was clear through the fabric and the material clung wetly to them. But she wasn't touching her pussy. One hand was grasped around the base of my cock. As she plunged my hard shaft deeper into her mouth, I felt her lips press up against her hand. 

And her other hand... oh my God! For a moment, I hadn't realized where it was, but suddenly I felt a gentle feeling on my balls. I bit my lip and looked to the side as best I could. I could see her other hand underneath of my cock, gently rolling my balls around on her soft fingers. For a long while, I just enjoyed these constant motions. Eventually, her hands on my balls got more insistent. Eventually, one of her fingers even strayed slightly, grazing my anus with her nail.  It felt amazing.

It felt so good, in fact, that I jumped a little bit, driving my cock hard into Wendy's throat. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. She must've thought I was signaling because she smiled deviously around my cock. Then she moved both hands so that they were on my knees. Now her hand wasn't on the base of my cock to block her lips and she slowly lowered herself down onto my cock. I watched as her arms bent and my wet shaft slid deeper and deeper into her throat. Finally, I felt her gag around my dick and saw her chin press against my scrotum and her nose press into my belly. Her whole throat closed around me and I saw her eyes watering while she continued to look at me.

Then, she slowly reversed course, sliding my cock out of her mouth. When she finally reached the tip I saw big globs of her thick, choking spit spilling out of her lips and down my shaft. She looked at me once, then closed her eyes. I heard a dirty, slurping sounded and I felt her now cooling saliva slide up my cock and back into her mouth! I groaned, it felt too amazing. Her lips were still wrapped around the throbbing tip of my dick and now her salty spit swished around the tip while I felt her tongue probe my hole, sucking out the little bit of pre-cum as I made it.

I couldn't sit still any longer. I kept my hands grasped firmly to the bedspread but my hips had a mind of their own. I started to thrust them up in time to Wendy's tongue. Wendy stopped moving, just keeping her hands on my knees. Her nail dug into my skin. I moaned loudly at the pleasure of the pain. And then, I started to move my hips faster and faster. I watched as my cock pounded in and out of Wendy's unmoving mouth. She started and me, beckoning me to continue to fuck her mouth. 

Her tongue still felt hot and welcoming against my cock and the feeling of driving it into her mouth was amazing. The thick saliva from when she'd gagged was still in her cheeks and it rolled down out of the corners of her mouth as I fucked it. I wasn't even thinking now, my body was just acting. I could feel the tension building inside of me, I knew that I was about to experience something. I couldn't stop moving. I knew that I was winded but couldn't feel it. And I heard myself moaning louder and louder as I fucked Wendy's face harder and harder. Then, I heard Wendy groan loudly around my cock.

For some reason, that sound pushed me absolutely over the edge, "Holy shit!" I moaned loudly and then I felt the dam burst. I thrust my hips up twice more and then sank down onto the bed. My mind reeled and I felt an intense warming sensation emanate out of my body, starting from my cock and rocketing around to every nerve I had. I felt like the separation between myself and the world had ceased to exist and that I'd melted into the harmonious whole of the universe.



And, more than anything else, I felt a release of pressure. I felt something pour out of my body. I opened my eyes and saw big, hot strings of thick white cum spewing out of my cock. It was so thick and my little hole so small that it came out with real pressure. I could sort of feel it whisking through my urethra. It pulled so hard I actually felt a tingling at my anus, like it was pulling all of my muscles in my lower body.

More importantly, I looked up and saw where it was landing. Wendy's mouth was no, since I'd sunk down, just a few inches from my cock. I saw the thick white liquid spray against her lips, her nose, and even against her eyes. I watched it drip back down off of her and onto my legs. Wendy seemed slightly surprised by how much there was and froze for a moment and let two big loads hit her in this way. But then she seemed to realize what was happening and quickly, her mouth dropped back down on top of my dick. I could still feel the liquid pouring out of my body, but now it was depositing directly into Wendy's mouth. I watched for a moment as her cheeks bulged with the stuff.

But by then, the orgasm was starting to subside. It was by far the best I'd ever had and my first with another person. I felt so unbelievably relaxed and content that I just sort of flopped backwards onto the bed. I finally felt the last little bits of my sperm dribble into Wendy's mouth and I felt my cock pop out of her mouth and into the cool air. My cock felt insanely sensitive and I felt like I needed to stretch out. I pulled myself backwards onto my bed so that I was lying on my back on my pillows. My cock was still hard, but looked red and glistened.

Wendy was still kneeling at the foot of the bed. There was a mischievous look in her eye and her face looked more beautiful that I'd ever seen it before. She still had that classic, girl-next-door look to her, but now it was heightened by a sense of alien naughtiness. Her face was still covered in her spit and my sperm and, in fact, a little of my sperm was dripping out of the middle of her lips. Her cheeks were bulging, but as soon as she saw that I was watching she sexily swallowed some of it down. I watched her throat move as my cum worked its way down her throat and into her hungry stomach.

Wendy didn't speak, but she was looking at me like she wanted more. I looked down at my cock. The sensitivity was already waning and it had never really softened. Would it ever? Wendy seemed to see me looking and must've read my mind. Now she got up off of her knees and stood up at the foot of my bed. Her cum-soaked tongue poked out of her mouth and left a thin strip of white liquid as she wiped her tongue seductively across her lips.




Be Careful What You Wish For



"Christ!" I moaned and bit my own lip. I felt my nipples harden and it was clear to me that my body was far from satisfied. Wendy noticed the effect she was having as well. Then she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress. In a quick and unbelievably deft motion, Wendy pulled the dress up over her head and tossed the soiled garment onto my bedroom floor.

Now Wendy was standing at the foot of my bed, nearly naked. She was still wearing her little, wet, pink panties and I could now see that she was wearing a thong. The dress had been a little tight at her round ass so I guess she hadn't wanted panty lines. But that was the only thing she was wearing now. I looked at the curves of her model-like body. I gaped at the way her legs drew up from her small feet until they flared out widely at her hips, the way her silhouette again tapped narrower until just below her breasts, the way her flat stomach perfectly complemented those curves, and her breasts. What could I say about them? They were the world's most beautiful breasts, besides my own, and she hadn't sold her soul to get them. They were shaped like teardrops, convex and rounded heavily on the bottom, sloping towards the nipples and then peaking up there on the top. Her nipples were little red kisses; the nipples were somewhat long and the areolas around the size of quarters.

My mouth was dry and I wanted to beckon her to come forward, but I couldn't move. I just froze and stared at her. I wasn't worried about whether this made me look stupid, I was just too engrossed in the view. It seemed that Wendy didn't need any encouragement. Instead, when she saw the look of pure lust on my face, she slipped her fingers into the waist band of her panties and quickly slid them down her body. She bent over at the waist as she did so and I watched the little piece of fabric gloss over her beautiful thighs. I also watched her hair cascade and her breasts hand down from her chest, still perky despite the strange position.

When she stood straight again, her body was completely naked. My eyes instantly flew to her pussy. I had often admired Wendy's breasts. I'd never given any thought to her pussy and I feel confident that at any other time in my life it would have had any particular interest in it. But now I felt an animal hunger to see it. I propped myself up on my shoulders and looked down the bed at Wendy.

Her tiny little cunt was perfect. I can't use any other word to describe it. Just looking at it made my mouth water. Her skin around it was just as smooth and white as the rest of her body. Her little slit was a just a perfect pink gash in the middle. The lips on her pussy were just like the ones of her face, pouty and welcoming. Her little clit was so hard I could see it from a few feet away on the bed. And I could see the insides of her legs were wet, she was clearly dripping with anticipation.

For a moment she just stood with her hands on her hips and let me drink in her body. I saw her eyes looking at my cock as it twitched with excitement. Still without speaking she leaned forward and put her hands on either side of my thighs. She was so close that she was almost touching me, but not quite. I decided not to move, to just let her do what she was going to do. It took all of my willpower to remain still.

Once her hands where in place, Wendy started to crawl up onto the bed. She put her knees on either side of my feet. Now she was on her hands and knees and her perfectly round ass was up in the air, facing my wall. Her tits hung down, a few inches from my shins. Wendy looked me dead in the eyes and started to crawl. I could sense her body moving around me, but she didn't touch me at first. Then, as her knees landed one, then the other, past my thighs, I felt them press against my skin. Then her hands moved against my armpits. Her body was low now and she was scrunched up with her ass high in the air. Then, in a fluid movement, she slid forward against my body.

First I felt her breasts touch against the top part of my thighs, just lightly with the nipples. Then I felt her body slide upwards. I felt my cock press against the area between her breasts and I groaned loudly. She kept moving forward so that soon her breasts were rubbing against my own. Then, she stopped. Her breasts were lying heavy and hot against my own. I couple feel her hard nipples sinking into my flesh even as my hard nipple sunk into hers. Her face just a few inches from mine. Her lips pouted beautifully, with a drip of cum still suspended from them.

Wendy carefully moved her knees forward again. She lifted her hips up. When she stopped moving, I could feel the heat of her cunt. Her pussy was just an inch or so above my throbbing cock. It was so close I could almost feel its wetness. But she didn't drop her hips down. She didn't let my cock slip into her hungry body. 

Instead, Wendy leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. I was sort of surprised by it, I don't know why, but I was. I sort of melted into her kiss. Her lips were so incredibly soft, they felt like they had been designed for no other purpose than to cradle my own lips. The cum on her face and lips smeared on mine, but that didn't detract from the almost innocent beauty of the kiss. With the way my heart was pounding and the way my body was aching, it felt so...right to be kissed by her.

And it felt so good that I couldn't help but moan. I opened my mouth and lead out a soft, mewling gasp. And the instant that my mouth opened, Wendy's opened as well. I guess I knew that she hadn't swallowed all of my cum, but I still wasn't ready for what happened next. A big, warm ball of my sperm and Wendy's saliva spilled out from her mouth. It fell all at once into my own gasping mouth. The salty flavor of my cum mixed with the sweetness of Wendy's spit in a flavor that I cannot describe. I moaned louder, gargling the stuff in my throat. I wanted to hold onto the mixture, to savor it, but I wanted in my stomach more. I swallowed it down, letting its warmth and dirtiness cover me entirely.

Wendy kissed me again, more passionately this time. I felt her tongue press into my mouth and probe against my tongue, my teeth, even into my guns and cheek. I wanted to grab her, but I didn't. I wanted to let her do whatever she wanted to me. I felt her sucking the last little bits of my cum and her spit out of my mouth and swallowing them down. All the while she lapped at the inside of my mouth, making a messy rhythm that soon I was moving to as well. I even slipped my own tongue into her warm, inviting mouth a few times, just to see what she tasted like, and to give back a little of what she was giving me. Finally, she broke the kiss and looked down at me.

"I've had sex with dozens of people," she said, sounding almost surprised that anything else, "And it has never felt like this before. Larissa, I need it baby. Please fuck me!" Wendy's words sent a shiver through my spine. "Please baby, please shove your cock in me as hard as you can. I got you off, help me baby, I need it." Wendy was cooing seductively in my ear. For an instant, I considered doing exactly what she said, I wanted it at least as bad as she did. But I went another route.

"Maybe I will," I said slowly. I thrust my hips up, but not much. I felt my cock press against Wendy's soaking wet pussy lips and she gasped loudly. But I stopped pressing. Wendy could've dropped down right there, but she liked this game too. She smiled at me and circled her hips. My cock moved around, grinding into Wendy's pussy lips, but not slipping in.

"Larissa, oh you fucking goddess!" she moaned as my cock brushed her clitoris, "Tell me what I need to do. Anything you want you can have it? Just fuck me!" she said. I didn't even think, I just spoke.

"I want your soul Wendy," I said lightly and then pressed my cock hard against her throbbing clit.

"Holy fuck Larissa," she panted, "It's yours!" And with that I threw my hands up and grabbed onto Wendy's perfectly sculpted hips and pulled her down on top of me. 

"Jesus!" I moaned as I pulled her quickly. I'd thought her wet mouth felt amazing, but it was nothing by comparison to Wendy's sopping pussy. It practically sucked my hard cock in and refused to let go. It was warm and soft. Wet and downy. I'd felt my pussy before, but somehow having a cock in Wendy's was even better.

Wendy seemed impressed by the sensation as well. I was full on my back now and Wendy's back was arched as she started to throw hips against my cock as hard as she could. I reached up and felt Wendy's breasts. I have to admit, I'd imagined doing that before, but it was better than even my most lurid day dream. My finger sunk into her flesh while her hard, perfect nipples pressed against my palm.

"You like those baby?" she asked 

"Yes," I replied in a husky voice. Wendy pressed her hips back hard, driving my cock deep into her pussy. I moaned loudly before I realized that Wendy's breasts were now just inches from my face. I opened my mouth and Wendy gently slipped her nipple into my mouth. It was hard and soft at the same time and I sucked on it gently. Wendy grunted. I started to suck on Wendy's breast at the same rate that I thrust my hips up into her. She squealed with delight, moving her hips so that they crashed into mine.

The feeling was so incredibly intense and we were moving so quickly (in every sense) I completely lost control of myself. I grabbed Wendy's other tit with my free hand, pulling on her nipple hard. Wendy arched her back harder into me. Her hips started rocking faster and faster. I sucked and pulled at the same rhythm, harder and faster with each passing instant. 

I heard my balls slapping against Wendy's ass. My balls sounded wet and I could feel Wendy's juices dripping down my shaft as she rocked against it. I was thinking about how insanely hot that was, when Wendy reached behind my head and grabbed my hair. She pulled my head back off of her breast and her nipple came out with an audible pop. My eyes flashed up at hers, pain mixing with ecstasy. 

Wendy looked ravenous and she opened her mouth and leaned in and kissed me again. I continued to rub her breast with my hand as she dipped her hot tongue back into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue like she'd sucked on my cock earlier, pulling it into my mouth and drinking her thick saliva off of it. Wendy groaned into my mouth. And then reached down and grabbed my breasts as well. While our kisses became sweeter, less passionate, our hands roamed one another's bodies more freely. Wendy's hands felt soft but firm on my breasts and I groaned while she began to play with my nipples. All the while she kept slamming her ass down on my hips, driving my cock in deeper and deeper. I could feel myself getting close again.

Finally, Wendy pulled away slightly and then reached behind her back. She sat up again and looked down at me. She moved her body in a languorous fashion, like a professional belly dancer. I watched the way all of her body parts flowed together while she fucked me. She looked beautiful. It was only later that I realized her sexy dance was just hiding her actions. I didn't know what she was doing, but in a moment I felt that missing hand behind her back. She quickly grabbed my balls. Not hard, but firmly.

"Fill my cunt!" she groaned at the same time, throwing her head back obscenely and beautifully. She leaned back so far I could feel her hair against the tops of my legs. And as she screamed and moved, she squeezed my cock hard inside of her body. That was it for me.

This orgasm was different than the last one, but no less mind blowing. I felt my body lock up first. Every muscle in my body tensed to an unbearable tightness. My eyes shot open and my mouth hung rigid and open. I heard my voice making a strange croaking sound. At the same time my hands shot to Wendy's hips and I pulled down hard, driving my cock into her as hard as I could. I could feel my fingers digging into her hip bones and Wendy yelped in surprise. 

"Oh fucking Christ!" I moaned as loud as I could and then the tension released in a fuzzy warmth that hit every spot on my body at the same time. I thrust my hips two more times and I felt my hot sperm shooting into Wendy's tight body. 

"Oh Larissa," Wendy cooed in a sultry voice and I knew it was filling her up. My eyes opened and I saw her looking at me with surprise and longing, "There is so much!" she said. I looked down and saw that Wendy's pussy was overflowing with my cum, it was dripping down my shaft and onto my bed. I could smell the scent of my rich cum mixed with Wendy's sweet pussy. I grabbed Wendy by the neck quickly and pulled her in for another deep kiss. I felt the last bit of my cum pour into Wendy's pussy as my tongue slid along her teeth and played with her gums. But I wasn't done, there was still something I had to do.

I was still holding Wendy's neck and I thrust upward, rolling her over to the side. She let out a little squeal and then giggled beautifully into my mouth, "What are you doing baby?" she asked in a surprised, but still aroused voice. Soon we had flipped over completely, Wendy was lying on her back on the edge of the bed, I was still inside of her, my rapidly softening cock still dripping wet between her spread legs.

"You need to cum honey," I said.

"I do Larissa, give it to me, please!" she said, and her 'please' sounded almost desperate, like she'd die without it. I popped my softened cock out of Wendy's body. I gave her one more innocent kiss on the lips and then I kissed her chin. And her neck, and between her breasts, and her upper stomach, and her bellybutton. While I kissed I slid my arms underneath of her legs so that the bottoms of her thighs rested almost on her shoulders and her knees hold over them.

Now I was lying on my stomach on my bed facing Wendy's pussy. My cock was softened now and it was not uncomfortable on top of it, although I spread my legs so I wouldn't crush my balls. This close to Wendy's cunt, I could smell our scents mixed together more clearly. I looked up at Wendy's eyes and she was staring at me intently. I looked back down to her pussy. I could see my sperm leaking out of her quickly, not to mention the fact that she was still soaking wet from her own arousal. Her hard red clit stood up proudly on her body, almost shaking with anticipation.

I started almost down at her asshole. I stuck out my tongue, leaving it thick and broad. I splayed my tongue out and then pressed it softly on the little patch of skin between her asshole and the bottom of her pussy. It was soaking wet with my cum and it taste amazing. I slowly started to lick up her slit. Every centimeter I moved, I drank in my juices mixed with Wendy's. The combination was incredible.

I felt Wendy's body shaking as I kissed and licked her most sensitive parts. I dipped my tongue, slowly and easily into her wet pussy. The flavor of her inside was even more intense here, but I could feel still more of my cum inside of her. I had an idea. I wrapped my lips around the sopping opening of Wendy's pussy and gently started to suck on her. 

"Oh Larissa," She moaned and I felt her roll around a bit on her back. I held her legs closer, keeping her still. And I kept sucking my own juices out of her pussy and drinking it down. It was still that unbelievable mixture of our juices, in fact it tasted even more of her than it had on the outside. It was incredible. I took my time and enjoyed her flavors, swirling my tongue around gently as I did so.

But I knew that wasn't going to be enough to get her off. I'd never been eaten out (and certainly never eaten anyone out) but I knew that the key to making a girl cum was the clit. It always worked for me. When I finally sucked out all of the cum and pussy juice I could reach, I popped my lips off of Wendy's open hole and rubbed the slit again gently with my tongue. Wendy squealed and shook on the bed. I'd tortured her enough, now it was time.

I drew my tongue down to the bottom of her slit and then slowly ran it all the way up. I stopped just for an instant at her clit and looked up at her. Her eyes pleaded with me and, after yet one more second of hesitation, I relented. "Larissa, Jesus don't stop!" Wendy said all at once while she was drawing in breath. I smiled and pressed my tongue again against her hard little clit. I could feel Wendy wriggling with each touch.

I decided to jump in now, give it to her hard. I started to lap at her hard clit, running my tongue all over it. Licking at the hard little nub and then flattening it out so I could cover it completely. Larissa squeaked on the bed and I watched as she started to grab her own breasts and pull lightly on her own nipples. She kneaded her breasts and panted heavily as I licked harder and faster. I could feel her getting close.

I wrapped my whole mouth around her clit and sucked it gently while I swirled my tongue around it, just like she'd sucked my cock. Wendy's entire body went tense. She'd been so close, that was basically all she needed to get pushed over the edge. I felt her legs snap around my head, pulling me in closer. One of her hands flew to the back of my head, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Wendy chanted as she pushed me harder and harder into her clit. She hurt me a little, but it felt amazing and I kept sucking on her pussy. Finally, Wendy let out a low groan and her body shook violently. Her legs flapped and she thrust her hips hard into my face. I felt more liquid slip out of her pussy, wetting my chin, I stuck my tongue out and tasted it heartier flavor.

"Oh my fucking God!" Wendy groaned and then, she fell flat down onto the bed, panting. From where I lay, I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her legs were spread and her arms hung lifelessly next to her breasts. She looked like she was absolutely exhausted. And, now that I had a chance to think about it, I was exhausted too. But I decided to test one last thing. I stuck my tongue out one last time and just barely rubbed it across Wendy's tight little clit. She shook all over, but she was clearly sensitive and pushed me quickly away from her pussy. But once I slid down her body and rested my head on her thigh, she looked at me and smiled. Her face was plastered in sweat. 

For a little while we just lay there together, catching our breath. We were both sticky with sweat, cum, and saliva and felt like we'd run a 10K. But I couldn't remember a time when I'd felt more content. Like my body had been wrung out and now was being allowed to just hang loosely and comfortably. And I'd lost my virginity! Not in a way I'd ever expected, but there it was. I kissed the inside of Wendy's thigh and looked up at her. She ran her hand through my hair and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"That was amazing Larissa," she said, "That was the best sex I've ever had." She said and I felt proud and sexy all at once. Who knew, an experience girl like Wendy would be so impressed by little old me. But after a moment of thinking, I also felt a bit confused. It was like I'd been a different person for a moment. I sat up on my knees on my bed, my flaccid cock dangling.

"I can't believe that just happened," I said. And with that, it was like a spell was broken. I had never wanted this! Had I? I had wanted to be Wendy's friend sure, I'd admired her, even her body, but had I ever had erotic thoughts about her? How had this happened? What had we done?

"I know," Wendy said and I looked back at her face. She looked as concerned as I did, like we both came the realization that something truly weird had happened at the same moment. She stared at me for awhile. She didn't look upset or angry. Just like she was unsure of what was happening.  "It was...lovely. But it was...not right, was it? I feel strange..." she said. I knew exactly what she meant.




Be Careful What You Wish For



It was Halloween and she had been invited to a party. This wasn't unusual however what was unusual was that she didn't know who had arranged this party or who had invited her. She and a few other people she knew had received an invitation to attend a costume Halloween party on the outskirts of the town inside the ruins of an old church. It sounded like the sort of party she might enjoy and had arranged to go with a few friends. 

When deciding the costumes she had struggled with a choice this year. In the past she had been a naughty witch, horned (and horny) devil and cat but this year, the setting seemed to call for something a little bit naughtier. She had been without sex for so long she was really hoping to hook up with someone at this party. She picked a nun's outfit. Short hem, just above the knee and low cut with plenty of her amazing cleavage exposed.

The night of the party came round and she got a lift with one of her friends, the nun's habit riding up her thighs to show off a lot of her legs. She had picked one of her hottest bras that pushed up her amazing 38e tits into the front of the costume but in a very naughty moment she left her panties at home.

She arrived at the party along with about a hundred other people all in costumes and started looking round. The setting was amazing. Large ruined stone walls, still with the arches with the DJ booth set up next to what looked like an ancient stone altar. Rachel walked round to the bar set up in one of the archways. She got large vodka and then made her way to the dancers. 

As she walked over she noticed several people watching her, the sway of her hips and her large breasts tightly confined. As she smiled back at them she noticed one guy in particular. Taller than here by a good few inches, short brown hair, mesmerising green eyes that followed her around the ruins. He wore what looked alike a tailored blood red suit and had small red horns poking out from amongst his short, styled hair. He smiled at her as she started swaying to the music, a smile that conveyed arrogance and confidence that reflected his stance staring at her. She tried to put him out of her mind and concentrated on having a good time.

She danced the rest of the night, drinking and chatting with her friends. There were a few guys she danced with and teased but none seemed to have the naughty confidence she was looking for. As she looked round she saw the guy in red again, always there in the corner of her eye. Instead of getting annoyed or freaked out by his attention she felt that familiar wetness between her legs as she turned to face him. 

He smiled at her and nodded towards the large stone altar near the DJ booth. She grinned back at him and made her way around the crowd and up the stone steps at the side. There was a strange buzz in the air, she could feel her arousal building, and something about those eyes drew her as she looked at him. He was stood up next to the stone altar and held his hand out to her.

Puzzled at why she was doing this she slowly ascended the steps up to him. She looked out over the crowd; a few had turned to look their way. He took a step behind her and she felt his hands slide over her hips. She tried to turn to look at him but felt her body responding sluggishly. It was too hard to turn her head or body. She kept staring out at the crowd noticing more of them looking her way as she felt the strangers hands slide down to the hem of her habit. She was stood behind the ancient altar with the crowd in front so they couldn't see what his hands were doing but she still felt uncomfortable.

She tried to tell him to stop but felt her tongue freeze, she couldn't say anything. The stranger pushed her right up to the altar and she felt herself lean forwards, bracing her forearms on the cool stone, the growing number of people staring at her could see her amazing cleavage. She blushed, unable to move from this position as she felt him walk behind her and raise the habit above her hips leaving her naked from the waist down.

She could feel her wetness so extreme it seemed to trickle down her legs. She had never been this horny in her life. She felt his fingers, strong, almost cruel pinching her ass, pushing her legs wider apart. The traced over her slit, shaven and bare to his touch as she felt one hot finger slide between them and enter her. The finger felt abnormally warm inside her heated cunt. She groaned as the finger slid deeper inside her.

She cried out as a second finger joined the first beginning to stretch her tight hole. There were at least 30 people stood watching her now. The beat of the music pulsing inside her, the stranger's fingers fucking her soaking cunt over and over in time to the music. She gasped again, her breasts heaving as she felt herself invaded over and over. She wanted to beg him to stop but she could neither move nor speak. She blushed bright crimson, almost as red as his suit.

She felt him press up against her, could feel his thickness pressing through his pants against her ass. She felt him reach around, his fingers slipping into her mouth, she started sucking them though she suddenly realised what she was doing but couldn't stop. He slid his fingers from her mouth and gripping the neckline of her habit ripped sideways. She felt the material tear and the cool night air flow over her bouncing tits. The nipples instantly hardening as the crowd gasped watching her.

She heard the sound of his zip undoing behind her. In her head she screamed and thrashed but physically she couldn't move, it was like he held her under some sort of spell. She felt his hard cock at her wet hole. Her eyes widened, he felt enormous and the heat that seemed to come from it far outdid the normally heat from her aroused pussy. She felt him begin to push into her. She groaned her eyes beginning to water as he split her open. Even her extreme arousal wasn't enough to make his entry easy.

He filled her and kept going, his enormous cock filling her like never before. She grunted as he bottomed out inside her. His hot fingers digging into the curves of her hips as he ground himself against her. She gasped as he withdrew almost totally and with a little whimper she tried to prepare herself. It wasn't enough... She felt his cock hammer into her, stretching her, filling her, brutally fucking her. She felt his cock plunging in and out of her over and over. Tears streamed down her face as he hammered in and out of her, that strange energy intensifying in the air as he fucked her.

Looking out from the altar she could see people in the crowd, woman in small costumes digging their fingers under them obviously teasing themselves furiously, men openly stroking hard cocks looking up as her. She gasped as she felt her cunt tightening around his cock. She felt his fingers gripping her breasts tightly as he hammered in and out of her. Gasping she came hard for that pulsing cock inside her.

She cried out as she felt him cum inside her. Her own orgasm still pulsing through her body as she felt his burning seed flood into her. She would have collapsed down onto the altar if that strange force had not kept her upright. She saw him walk round in front of her. His cock still hard and erect, their mixed juices coating the throbbing shaft. She felt her mouth slowly open as he gripped her hair and pulled her face towards him. Her eyes bulged as she stared at his throbbing shaft. It seemed to grow even more in her sight as he pressed the enormous heated head to her lips and thrust it into her mouth. 

She gagged almost instantly as he began fucking her mouth hard. He did not seem that interest in her this time apart from putting on a show for the watching. Now some of the women were on all fours watching her with men ploughing them from behind. Other men seemed to be creeping towards her. She could see them from the corners of her eye as the stranger in red with his throbbing cock filled her vision in front of her.

She felt him swell inside her and watched as he withdrew and stroked his throbbing length once. His shaft exploded. Stream after stream of hot cum landing on her face and hair. It covered her face and dripped down onto swaying tits. He grinned at her as he put himself away.

"You will be stuck like this for the rest of the night naughty slut... I am sure you will enjoy the rest of the evening. You will satisfy anyone who wants you until sunrise. Enjoy your night." His whispered words penetrated to her core leaving her whimpering as a group of men, all with hard cock surrounded the altar.



Be Careful What You Wish For



I walked away from my friend's house, along the lonely, dark road towards the bus stop. It was on his patch and I wished I could finally see him in his uniform for a secret fuck. A van screeched to a halt at the side of me. I spun round to see a manly figure jump out and bundle me into the back of the van. Before I could get a proper look round a silky scarf was placed round my eyes and tied round the back of my head. I stood still in the van, trembling and breathless wondering what was going on. All was dark and I could hear nothing for a few moments. "Lift up your arms." I heard the man say in a low, deep voice. I did as I was told, though I was sure I knew the voice from somewhere. My dress was pulled up and over me in a swift move and I was now standing there with just my underwear. Hands griped the side of my arms and positioned me into a seat. "We are going to have some fun," the voice stated. Despite my fear a little jolt of sexual excitement ran through my body. The familiar voice tingled my senses. He took my hands behind the seat and handcuffed them together. I have never been handcuffed and the thrill of the situation was increasing as well as my fear. 

He left me and I heard the slam of the door shortly followed by the ignition starting up. We pulled out and as we did I heard a police siren blearing. I was in a police van? I couldn't believe it, I'd done nothing wrong, and I've never been in trouble with the police before now. I shook my head, something wasn't quite right. I was sitting in my underwear, blind folded and handcuffed in the back of a police van. My heart was pounding harder. I could feel my blood course through my veins. The adrenaline was kicking in and my breathing became shallow. I took a moment to gather my thoughts and try to think clearly and calmly. It clicked into place - it must be Him. I swallowed hard and piped up "Sir?" He said nothing and carried on driving. I suddenly became self conscious and tried to hide my almost nakedness. "Sit up straight slut. Open your legs like a good girl." It was Him! We have never played like this before. I didn't dare disobey.

The siren went off and we slowed down, eventually coming to a stop. I was still in the dark and had no clue as to where I was or even what was going to happen to me. I heard the seat belt click open and he moved towards the back where I was. I sensed he was standing in front of me. I gasped as he took hold of a fist full of hair, tilted my head back and possessed my mouth with his. His tongue assaulted me, thrashing all over. I couldn't help but moan into his mouth as he grabbed my right breast and squeezed hard. I knew that would leave a bruise, something I relished in. His hand then slipped under my bra and teased my nipple just before he abruptly pulled away all contact with my body. 

I must have pulled a face as he took hold of my chin saying "Don't pout whore. We are just getting started." My body tensed at those words. I didn't even have time to think of what he had planned for me as soon as he released my chin I heard the flick of his asp. He held it to my cheek and started trailing it along my jaw line, over my lips and to my other cheek. I could feel the flush heating the side of my cheek and jaw as my excitement grew, making the touch of the cold metal a stark contrast. It then travelled down my neck, sending shivers down my spine, my collar bone and down the centre of my chest descending further down towards my cleavage, which was now rising and falling sharply. The cold metal of the asp hovered around each breast in turn, slipping under the lace of my bra and caressing each nipple, hardening them in its wake. It then left my breasts and followed the contours of my hips, dipping in and out of my curves down the left side of my body. My skin responded with goosebumps as the asp went further down my body and onto my thighs. I felt it tug slightly on my fishnets, gliding down my thigh. It stopped at my knee then switched to the right thigh, travelling along the inside sending more delicious tingles all over. Up and up it went, heading straight between my legs. I shifted my pelvis forward a little, inviting him to go further. He stopped. "Just look at you, so wanton. That hot pink underwear is begging to be ripped from you, you dirty little slut." 

"Yes Sir, please," I breathlessly begged. He wickedly laughed and pulled the gusset of my knickers to one side with the asp. The metal felt so good against my hot, slick, fleshy lips. He teased them open with the head of the asp and slid it inside a little. I groaned and gasped at the feeling. I was aching for this. He pulled it out and ran the tip of it over my mouth. "Take it in your mouth," he commanded. I opened up my mouth as he inserted it in. I could taste my wanton juices that coated the asp's tip. He quickly removed it and I assumed, back in its pocket. He un-cuffed me and took off my blind fold. For the first time that night I saw him, standing in his uniform. The saying 'be careful what you wish for' sprang to mind. I took to my feet but became quickly weak at the knees as I eyed him up as he handed me back my dress. I could see that bulge in his trousers and my mouth watered. He re-cuffed me and led me out of the van. I now saw that we were in the station grounds. Was I really being arrested?  

As we entered the station and the bright fluorescent lights hit my eyes a feeling of dread knotted in my stomach. I couldn't believe I was cuffed and heading towards the custody desk. Why was he doing this to me? I hadn't done anything wrong. An uneasy yet thrilling thought flashed in my mind that this was another way for him to gain more power and dominance over me - it was working, I felt powerless and could only trust that he wouldn't let this ruin my life. My fate was in my Sir's hands.

He led me to the desk and pressed me against it and stood to the side of me. He kept hold of my wrist with his index finger and thumb, just above the cuff. My body instantly reacted to his touch as a surge of lust travelled through my body, up my arm, along my chest, down to the centre of my body, straight between my legs. I felt my knees buckle as the rest of his fingers circled my palm. It gave me some comfort, gentle touches as he stated what I was charged with to the Custody Sergeant. The words "public order offences" rang in my ears. I felt unable to protest my innocence as his hand left my wrist and tightly grabbed my arse, fingering it a little through the fabric of my clothing. He knows how much I love that. My arousal was building up again, warming my face and chest. I stammered over my words as the Custody Sergeant was asking my details. My mind was fuzzy with the feelings of fear, arousal and anticipation. My personal possessions were taken off me and I was being whisked away from the desk. "Where are we going?" I asked with a tremble in my voice. "Shh, don't worry little slut. You are safe and I have plans for you yet. Trust your Master."

My heart was pumping hard as walked along a corridor towards the cells. I didn't know what to think. I trusted him implicitly; however I couldn't think how I would leave here without a criminal record. He opened a cell door, right at the end of a corridor and threw me in, locking us both in the cell. My breathing was rapid with fate I was succumbing to. I was in a cell with my Sir, alone. He stood arms folded in front of the door, staring at me. I felt uncomfortable like he was trying to see into my soul, to fathom out what I was thinking. After a few more moments of drinking me in, he strode over to where I was standing. He grasped my still cuffed hands, holding me close to his body. I felt his hardening member twitch in his trousers making me gasp slightly. "I want you to get this semi into a raging hard on little one. Think you can do that?" I nodded. "Say the words slut." 

"Yes Sir. I can do that," I responded. 

"Good girl." He reached inside his pocket and took out the key for the cuffs. I rubbed my wrists as they were relieved of the cold metal. I looked into his eyes and located his belt buckle with my hands; I quickly undid it without leaving his gaze. As it popped open he grabbed the back of my head and forced my lips to his. His tongue stretched out in my mouth teasing my tongue and I returned the motion. My fingers opened his button and unzipped his fly. I exhaled deeply as I felt him through his boxers. How I love the feel of that bulge, he knows this and rewarded me with slipping down his trousers. 

My fingers traced along the long hard shaft, my breath hitched with my excitement increasing. He pulled me away from his mouth and moved me down his body until I was on my knees in front of him. I looked up and saw the lust on his face. Still he had hold of my hair near the roots. I started to kiss where my fingers had been and was itching to remove the fabric that stood in the way of my skin feeling his. I didn't have to wait long as he tugged at one side of his boxers, sliding them down his pubic bone. I aided him and slid them down further to reveal his clean shaven area. I couldn't resist but to kiss pubis and lick it too. I heard him moan and wanted to lick and kiss the whole area. I was about to take him into my mouth when he dragged me away. I pulled a face as he admonished "Don't pull that face. I have other plans for you now. If you are good I will let you taste me. Now get up slut and strip." I did as I was told as I wanted him in my mouth. There was a desire burning inside me for it. He likes to tease me, making me yarn for him. I stripped down until I was left standing before him totally naked. I was feeling uneasy again. "Sit on the bench, legs wide open. I want to inspect how wet you are now."

I sat on the bench and opened my legs. He knelt down before me and put my feet on his shoulders. I felt conscious he was so close to my cunt, I literally felt exposed and completely at his mercy, powerless as I was bare of clothing and he was almost fully dressed. He had even put his cock away, ready to give to me later I hoped. His right forefinger came at me fast before I even knew what was happening it was deeply inside me, probing all around. He withdrew it and offered it to me. I sucked my juices off and swirled his finger round my mouth. He smiled and headed back down there. His finger encircled my clit making me quiver and moan as his thumb entered me. I was hungry for more and he could tell as my hips moved into his movements. He slowly reached up to my nipples and tweaked them as his mouth swooped down to my soaking wet lips. I was in heaven. He knew what he was doing with his mouth and tongue, nibbling my engorged clit. I ran my fingers through his hair, gyrating my hips. I was aching to cum in his mouth, his speed increased, I could feel myself building. I was nearly there...yes, yes...oh yes until I spent in his mouth leaving me panting for air. He took one last lick up my slit, my mons, my belly, between my boobs, up my throat and to my lips where he kissed me deeply so I could taste myself again. After which he breathed down my ear "Good girl." 

Now it was his turn to cum. He wasted no time in bringing me to my feet and spinning me round. He placed my hands on the wall behind the bench and bent me slightly. He made me stand with my legs parted. I felt so sexy with my arse sticking out and boobs dangling waiting for him to make his move. His hand squeezed a cheek hard it made me yelp a little. His squeezing hand left me before I felt a thwack on the same cheek. It became warm with the force of the blow. He then drove his hard cock into me, beginning his assault on my insides. I felt a hand on each of my shoulders gripping me hard as he forced inside me deeper and deeper. My tits bounced all over with the thrust's increasing pace. One hand left my shoulder to cup a breast as the pounding continued. My moans became louder and wilder. I felt every inch of him reach inside me, hitting the back of my womb. His grunts became more audible, with less space between them. I knew he was close, his cock throbbing against my inner walls. Slaps of flesh, heavy breaths, gasps and moans until finally he became still inside me and growled "Fuuuuuuck!" filling me with his hot, creamy spunk. I wanted a taste so I reached between my legs and gathered our mixed juices together, smearing my lips and tongue.