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An Exchange

By: KnottLynnHardey



Nina Zarachnaya was twenty four and since being a little girl she had wanted more than anything to be an actress. She needed to move to Moscow from her town of Luknovo to fulfill this dream but it had still not happened. 

Yet as she trudged home in the fading heat of a summer day she felt a burgeoning hope in her breast.

For the last two years she had been secretly scrimping and saving enough money to make the move to Moscow. She had to do it secretly because her boyfriend Konstantin Treplev was a useless, although talented, writer who wasted all their money. Time and again she had been forced to spend her savings to bail them both out of some financial difficulty he had embroiled them in but at last she had enough money saved up to fulfill her dream.

Konstantin was lazy and petulant. He hardly worked and Nina had to support him with the little money she earned as a waitress at a coffee shop and the weekend shifts she put in at a bottle factory. She loved Konstantin and he was gorgeous but Nina needed more than a pretty face or an exciting lover. She needed a man who would help out financially and support her emotionally. 

Nina ignored the whistling and cat-calling men on the street trying to get her attention. As they called out to her about how beautiful she was she contemplated telling Konstantin to move out of their apartment. He had not contributed to paying rent in months. 

Sorin their landlord liked Nina. He always flirted with her even though he was old enough to be her father. Maybe he would help her out somehow. Nina's own father was no help. He had remarried and started a new family after her mother died. Since then he never called or written and she had given up trying. Essentially Nina was without family.

Nina's anger toward Konstantin grew fierce as she walked on sore feet past the garage where her scooter sat waiting to be repaired. Konstantin had gotten drunk and crashed it and Nina had to choose either to pay for the repairs or postpone her journey. It sat forlorn in a locked compound behind the garage... fueling her frustration.

As she reached her block she saw reminders of all the money Konstantin owed. 

There was Dr. Dorn the man who had given Konstantin antibiotics last winter and who had still not been paid for his medicine or time. Nina waved sheepishly and the older man nodded perfunctorily, clearly not happy with the debt still pending. 

There was Ilya Shamrayev the building maintenance man who helped Nina fix an earlier breakdown of the scooter. She owed him money for the parts. He wasn't upset at all though. Ilya had a crush on Nina and thought she was going to be famous one day. He had come to see her in an amateur production last year and raved about it. 

Konstantin had missed the play. The whole week long run of it. 

Nina gave Ilya a hug and the big man squeezed her hard and kissed both her cheeks. His warm lips lingered on her skin a bit too long for comfort but she pretended to like it and smiled sweetly at him. 

Then just as she was saying goodbye to Ilya, Semyon Medvedenko came out of their building. Medvedenko was a teacher and Nina owed him money as well. He had helped her learn English, etiquette and poise in order to play a high class women in the play. He loved Nina but she abhorred his boring and constant complaints about his poverty. She owed him a lot of money from various lessons he had given her. 

Medvedenko saw her being kissed by Ilya and his face lit up.

"Hello Nina!" He cried out in his false good cheer. "Not such a bad day huh?" He came down the steps of the building and wrapped himself around her in a hug that was more a dry hump. His mouth found hers and he kissed her deeply as she pressed her lips tightly together to resist his hesitantly invading tongue. 

"Not a bad day. But I'm pretty beat." She said as Medvedenko squeezed her. "They ran me ragged at work today."

"I bet. It could be worse though. You could be as poor as me. Who respects a teacher? No-one? We don't matter unless someone's horrible kid flunks a class. Then we are the scourge of the land!" 

"I bet none of your kids flunk Medvedenko. You're too great a teacher."

Momentarily stunning Medvedenko with her rare compliment Nina took the opportunity to wrench herself from his grasp and flee up the stairs. "I have to go in. Have a wonderful evening gentlemen." 

In the dark of the stairs she ran up the three flights to her own door and rushed inside to avoid any other debtors seeing her. 

And she came face to face with Sorin the landlord. 

"Hello Nina." He said. 

Anxiety bloomed in the pit of her stomach. Sorin never came inside the apartment. He looked nervous and guilty and so did Konstantin. Something bad was happening here.

"Hello Sorin, what a surprise." Nina hugged him and kissed his cheeks but his hug back was less kindly than usual.

"I was just having a talk with Konstantin, but I must be off. I'll see you later though, I hope. Shall we say eight Konstantin?"

"Yes, fine." Konstantin was sulking and Nina grew worried. 

Sorin left and Nina stared at her lover watching his behaviour and seeing shame and fear in every line of his body. Something very bad was happening. 

"What?" Konstantin snarled when he noticed Nina staring at him.

"Was he here for this month's rent?"

"Yes. And last months."

"What? I left that on the mantel last month. It was right there. All of it! Why didn't you give it to him?"

'For Christ's sake Nina I don't know what happened to it. You should have given it to him personally."

"So this is my fault? All that money disappears and I'm to blame? "

Konstantin avoided her gaze.

"Look I know you took it. There are only two of us here. No-one visits because you are such a downer, so you tell me... who took it?'

"I did." He mumbled.

"For what? We need a place to live!" she tried not to scream. Any time she got emotional Konstantin accused her of being a dramatic actress and refused to accept that she might just be a person entitled to be angry. 

"I needed some supplies..." He murmured. "Look I found a way to pacify Sorin. He will make an exchange for the rent, both months. 

"Really?" Is he going to buy your book when it comes out?" she didn't add "Whenever that is." It was too early to escalate things and she was tired of fighting day after day.

"Y'know he really likes you."

"Sure, I'm nice to him and I pay my rent on time. Usually!" 

"No. I mean he finds you attractive."

"So what. Lots of men do. I can't help it. So now you're jealous of an old man?" 

"So he's old. He is pretty fit and has a nice beard. You like beards." 

"What are you talking about? I told you I don't care if you can't grow a beard. I love your pretty face."

"I'm just saying that he isn't too bad looking. He has probably had a few lovers in his day. I bet he knows how to please a woman."

Something in the way Konstantin was talking set off alarm bells in Nina's head.

"What the fuck is going on here?'

"We owe him a lot of money." 

"I have my half of this month's rent. I'm guessing you don't?"

Konstantin shook his head no. 

"Fucking great! So now I'm supposed to come up with a month and half more rent? Where am I supposed to find that kind of money?" She had it stashed away for her acting career but she was loath to part with it. It was her future, her only hope to escape the drabness of her life.

"Wait, you don't have to find the money. I found a solution. I worked it out." 

"How?"

"I made him a deal. An exchange."

"What kind of exchange?" Then she remembered what Sorin had said. "He said he is coming back tonight... at eight. Why?" Nina knew she wasn't going to like it but Konstantin still stunned her with his answer.

"I told him he could fuck you." 

Konstantin said it matter-of-factually, flat and unemotionally so Nina didn't actually comprehend what he had said at first. It might as well have been "I told him he could have a whale." It just would not compute. 

"Nina?" His voice penetrated the fog that blanketed her mind. Was this shock? 

"Did you hear what I said?" 

Then the anger began. He didn't ask if she was alright, he didn't apologize, or beg forgiveness, he asked about himself. 

"Nina, answer me." 

"Say it again?" she whispered.

"Say what?"

"Tell me what you told Sorin."

"Don't be upset. This is the only way."

"Say it again!" This time she did yell.

"I knew you were going to get all dramatic about it." 

"I am reacting the way any reasonable human being would react when informed that their lover has sold their body for RENT!" 

"It's the only way!"

"You suck the old pervert off then!"

"He doesn't want me!" 

"How very fucking convenient for you then isn't it!" Her anger was clear and white hot. She spoke in a fierce but quiet tone, indignant to the very core of her being. "How could you do this to me? How?!"

"This is happening to both of us. Do you think I'm happy about this?

"Yes I do. I think you have found yet one more way to use me to cushion you from the reality of your actions. You stole our rent money last month and didn't even bother to get this month's rent. And now you think you can get out of it because I love you so much I'll do anything for you? You're insane."

"I was writing..." He said so quietly she almost didn't hear it. 

"Your fucking writing."

"I'm more of a writer than you are an actress."

It felt as if he had slapped her. Nina actually stepped back. Then the fierce anger buoyed her up and she stepped two steps forward with a finger pointed at his face. 

"I'll show you how good an actress I am. I'll fucking show you at eight tonight. Then you'll fucking see. Oh man, will you." 

Then to give him a taste of her talents she tamped down her anger bit by bit, calming herself, lowering her heart rate and adopting a serene demeanor. Then she became sweet and happy. In seconds she went from more fiercely angry than Konstantin had ever seen her before to the happy pleasant person she used to be when she first fell in love with him. 

"Do you have any more minutes on your phone?' she asked calmly. "Mine's out." 

She could see in his face how stunned Konstantin was. First his eyes went wide and then narrow as he processed what she had accomplished with her talent. His hand went into his pocket and handed her the phone while his face was a mask of horrified wonderment.

Nina left him like that and went into the bathroom, the only private space in the one room apartment.

In the small bathroom Nina stared at herself in the mirror wondering who the woman looking back at her was. She examined the face she saw while that stranger made a series of phone calls from contacts in Konstantin's phone. 

Some part of her mind saw a resemblance between the woman in the mirror and Milla Jovovich the Russian born actress who became a model, musician and film star in America. Nina would love to have that life. 

The fierce green eyes were wide, the pupils small. Those eyes darted all over the place as Nina examined the long, silky brown hair, the high wide forehead, sharply arched ,thin eyebrows, long thin nose, plump lips, dimpled cheeks and angular jaw of the beautiful woman. 

Like Milla the woman in the mirror was tall, lean and fine boned. This woman was less muscular, more like Milla was when she was twenty four. 

The woman in the mirror spoke bravely, seductively and insistently to the people she called, feelings that Nina herself didn't have at all. In her heart she felt betrayal, hurt and apprehension. But over all that there was a blanket of determination and indignity. 

When the phone calls were done Nina became herself again. The face in the mirror became less hauntingly beautiful and once more became her own pretty, but gentle face.

Nina tore her gaze from herself now that her face was more recognizable. Then the tears came.

As she wept her mind floated from thought to thought. How did she find herself here in this situation? Why hadn't she noticed Konstantin's total lack of empathy for her before this? Her lover of two years had sold her body for money and not a lot of money in the long run. Not so much that she couldn't pay it back at the annihilation of her dreams.

Then she considered the phone calls she had just made. 

Nina felt her resolve harden. She would do whatever it took to get out of Luknovo and flee to Moscow where she could start over. But first she had to deal with her debts.

Nina stripped off her clothes and looked once more in the mirror.

The woman she saw was tiny and delicate, her body tight and toned. She worked a lot and ate little so she was probably too thin for most men but Nina thought there was an inherent sexiness to her small firm breasts, flat tummy and thin limbs. 

Nina climbed into the shower and scrubbed off the smell of work. She shaved her pubic hair, legs and arm pits and washed her hair. Something about the familiar ritual calmed her and soon she began to feel as if she were going on date. She wanted to look her very best. 

After the shower she dried herself and then began to do her hair. When the steam had dispersed she did her make-up and then, wrapped in a towel, she opened the door and went into the other room. 

Konstantin was there and sitting at his computer staring at the blank screen. 

"Can we talk?" He asked.

"No, I have to get ready."

"Ready for what?" He asked real fear in his voice." Are you leaving?"

"No idiot. I have to fuck the landlord, remember?" 

"Nina!"

"Don't talk to me you whoremonger." She rummaged through her clothes looking for something to wear.

"You aren't a whore." He cajoled getting up to come over to her.

"Oh yes I am. You have made me one. So I'll be your whore. Just wait and see." She found the dress she was looking for and walked to the bathroom.

"Nina wait. Come talk to me." 

She turned to look at him. He was very good looking, thin and naturally muscular. His face still made her belly flip but now he just looked evil to her. 

"I'm busy. Fuck off." She closed the door in his face and dressed. 

Using his phone once more she made some other phone calls for a while. These ones felt far less humiliating and more empowering. 

Time crept on as she hid in the bathroom. At one point Konstantin knocked asking to use the toilet. She told him to go piss someplace else. And after a time she heard him leave. 

In the moments she knew he would be gone she ran out into the living area and tidied up the bed and floor. Then when she heard him on the stairs ran back to the bathroom before he re-entered. 

After an eternity she heard a knock at the apartment door. Konstantin answered and Nina heard Sorin's voice. 

Nina pulled up her dress and began to finger her pussy, trying to get herself aroused for what was going to happen. Bit by bit she put on a character, that of a sexually charged, licentious woman.

When Konstantin knocked on the bathroom door she had her character in place. Unlocking the door she stepped into the living area. She wore her hair long and brushed to a luxurious shine. Her makeup was shadowy and sultry like she were going to a formal event. She wore a tight black dress of stretchy materiel that clung to ever tight curve of her delicate frame. 

"Hello Sorin." She smiled. "I'm so glad you came." 

Nina went to the man, who was in his fifties with a thick beard trimmed to a point far from his chin. She hugged him and kissed him deeply on the lips enjoying the feel of his soft, dense beard. 

"Um, thank you." He stuttered. "Konstantin told you about the rent?"

"He did. I apologize. You know I had nothing to do with it. He is a loser who can't write, keep a job or even take care of his pathetic self. You shouldn't have to feel awkward because he is a child who knows nothing."

Konstantin flinched but said nothing. 

"Listen if this is a problem..."

"No. Its fine Sorin. I want to do this." Deep in character, acting for only Sorin she continued. "I want to have you. I have lusted after you for ages. I haven't been close to satisfied sexually by that eunuch. His tiny cock can't reach the places I need." Nina looked deep into Sorin's eyes letting her words be for him, ignoring Konstantin swearing under his breath. 

"But Sorin, I'm so horny that I asked some others to join us, I hope you don't mind." The men exchanged a look between them but Nina just went to the door and opened it to the hallway, leaving it wide.

"What are you doing Nina?" Konstantin asked. 

"I'm clearing all your debts for you baby." Nina called out into the hall. "Medvedenko, Ilya Dr. Dorn please here." The sound of feet in the hall answered her and she stepped back allowing them to enter filling the tiny living room. 

Closing the door Nina addressed the assemblage. 

"My friends I am so glad you came. I apologize for how strange this is but I find that my boyfriend is too pathetic to be able to pay his debts and has offered my body as payment." Ignoring the baffled looks toward Konstantin Nina went to the men and began to run her hands over their bodies feeling muscles and stroking faces. 

"I will therefore fuck each of you until you feel the debt to be paid off." She grabbed Medvedenko by the cock as she passed and felt him stiffening. "This one night only I am his whore. You may do to me anything you would do to a whore. I can deny you nothing. I am yours to use because he is too selfish to pay bills." She was now beside Dorn who looked unimpressed but Nina kissed his neck and fondled his cock and he didn't protest. 

"Also he is such a useless lover I am actually excited to feel a real man fuck me. It's been too long." Nina stood in the centre of the men and did a pirouette for them. "Is it a deal gentlemen? Will you fuck me to erase our debt to you?"

Konstantin stepped forward. "Stop. This wasn't what I had in mind."

"Ignore him. He is embarrassed by how much of a slut I am." She giggled a little girl laugh. "I never told him I am a nymphomaniac. I can't get enough cock. His is so small I couldn't bring myself to tell him." She groped Ilya's already hard and impressive cock through his overalls and he groaned happily. 

"Do we have a deal guys?" she asked once more. 

They all nodded, even Dr. Dorn. 

"Great. So all that remains is for Konstantin to leave."

"What?" He gaped.

"You will never see me naked again. I'm never going to be with you again. In this life or any other. You sold me. I'm not your anymore."

"No. Nina I'm sorry. I'll change. I won't let you do this."

"Hey guys. He is trying to stop us. He doesn't want me to fuck you anymore. But I am wet for you. Will someone please make him leave so we can get on with the orgy?"

Immediately Sorin and Ilya went to Konstantin and grabbed his arms.

"Get out." Sorin gritted.

Ilya was by far the biggest man in the room and his grip was tight on Konstantin's arm. "You will leave. Now." He pushed Konstantin to the door and out into the hall. The last thing Konstantin saw was Nina going to her knees on the floor in front of Dr. Dorn as she unzipped his fly. 

When the men closed and locked the door they turned and Nina told them to pull out their cocks. 

At once she began to suck the closest erection. One by one she took their hard-ons into her mouth and sucked them deeply into her throat. 

Spending a few moments on each man she worked them over and got herself more and more aroused. Nina had always enjoyed sucking a lover's cock and she found this wasn't too bad either. There was something fascinating about the feel of a boner humping into her mouth. 

Delving into the character of this woman who loved sex, this nymphomaniac she had created, Nina sucked faster and faster moving from cock to cock in an increasingly frantic state. The men that she wasn't sucking used her hands to stroke their cocks and waited to be sucked.


An Exchange from Red to White



In spite of everything, I was mostly hungry.

Eight months of relentless effort led to the closure of 400 years worth of passionate murder and lifeless sleep. I had been the undoing of my siblings. My family. Four centuries of deepest love and conspiracy. And now I stood among men. I stood before a chaos contained within graceless mahogany Falls Church walls. A pair of succulent 40-something agents passed me by with nods of respect...and all I wanted to do was drink both men.

This is not who I am. 

A slap on my denim jacket caught me by surprise. My neck jerked and my eyes flashed black before returning quickly to blue. I was so used to George's company that I no longer processed his smell. Pollo Loco, Newports, early hints of gingivitis. "You know not to sneak up on me like that" 

George nodded, "C'mon, boss. Let's duck into my office. You don't want to be here."

Three high level brass turned the corner into the hallway, followed by a swarm of media. George was right; this was becoming a circus. I turned to leave with him before I heard a heavy rolling thud a quarter mile away. "Is that...?"

"Yeah, it's the survivors. I'm telling you, Andrei, you don't want to be around for this." 

No. "I will face them."

"Andrei..."

I turned to my last remaining friend and said without emotion "You need to leave."

He stood where he was. Thank you, George.

The media spread like writhing mold along every patch of wall available to them as the three executives took places before the rolling display arrived. They were proud and smug. These spugs would be the faces of the "heroism" that destroyed my kin. And still the cameras flashed as the smallest of the three brass tried in vain to suppress a smile. His heart was beating at 137 beats per minute. 

Goddamn, I was hungry.

The rolling wheels grew near, and a large oak platform began to turn the corner. I could see the shoulder of one of my shackled brothers. It was Valory, the second youngest. Even from that glimpse I could see he had been beaten enough that his scars remained. I smelled solar torture. I am sorry, my brother. 

The platform continued to turn until it smashed and punctured a baseboard by the elevator. The six or seven standing on the platform were jostled by the impact, shaken like rag dolls, immortal in name only. 

The tallest of the seven turned his head in spite towards the crowd. 

"Gregori," I whispered, and he met my gaze.

"Andrei? Andrei Lishen Subarova?" 

Gregori was my confidant.

"Gregori, I..."

"What are you doing, consorting with meat?" 

Gregori was the one I turned to 433 years ago after our step mother took me from my bed in the middle of the night, thrust her teeth into my neck, and made me part of the family. 

Cameras tuned away from the brass and put their attention on us. They would, of course, capture nothing with their film. 

Spittle formed at the corner of his blackened mouth, "You have betrayed us all! Judas! You are Judas to your family!"

Gregori reveled in the consumption of over 42,000 men, women, and children in his time. He also owed me $28,000 I would never see.

"If I am your Judas, where is your cross?"

Gregori thrashed against his chains as the other siblings stood without passion or response. I stood watching him, knowing it would be the last time I would see him or any other family. I would like to think the FBI would find some way to spare their.... 

Gregori was a bad man. We were bad people. And we deserved all that was happening. 

That moment was broken when the tallest of the brass, General Miller broke our gaze. Amongst the din of family and media, his gray voice was clear. "We need to talk." 

"You said you would cure me. Will we discuss this now at your office?"

"Yes. That's what we need to discuss." General Miller's pulse spoke louder than his voice. His truth was partial. Something wasn't right. "We must go." He put his arm around my shoulder and led me away from the circus. 

The din grew quieter as we headed towards his office. The general walked at a slower clip than I was used to, and I forced myself to keep pace. He broke our silence. "You are a hero, Andrei. Your nation is grateful."

I snapped back. "I did not do this for gratitude or heroism." I paused to collect myself... "Forgive my bitterness; this has been tiring. Can we get something to eat?" There were small mammals in the lab we were approaching. Their heartbeats teased the back of my throat.

"You will have plenty to eat in due time, Andrei."

I looked up to him, "Human food? Will the cure be that quick?" I sounded expectant, too much like a child hoping for a present. I was yielding too much power to this blood man. 

General Miller stopped for a moment. He breathed, trying to find words. And then he continued his slow gait. We approached his office, yet he kept walking.

"Have you been lying to me, General? There...is a cure, right? I did all of this...all of this for a cure!"

The General looked forward, and we continued walking into yet another hall. "Yes, Andrei. There is a cure. When you are done, you will no longer need to kill people for food. " His blood spoke true. What was he hiding?

"More than that, General. I mean breathing...daylight...garlic bread." Was I asking for too much?

We stopped at the only door in the green hallway we travelled. "All of your questions will be answered, my friend. Here is where we depart. I thank you again for your service to your country." General Miller offered his hand. My country ceased to exist almost 80 years ago. I shook the General's hand. He bowed slightly and made his way down the hall.

I stood there for a full minute, trying to anticipate what I had bargained my family away for. By now, I was famished, and reason was starting to fade. There could be unmitigated betrayal behind that door. A giant mirror, perhaps, to study my reactions. Was General Miller behind that mirror? I think I knew his heartbeat well enough. I'd know. And he'd be the first I would consume. I would...

This is not me. I opened the door and walked in.

I had entered what, under normal circumstances, would appear to be a woman's one-bedroom apartment. The smell...it was lavendar and Opium and jade plants and...someone had eaten salmon in the last few hours. Ivory walls featured impressionist art and significant negative space. Shelves lined with small plants and books. A long, long white leather couch stretched almost the length of the main room. Above the couch, an almost as long mirror. Ah. I could not detect a pulse behind the mirror...perhaps it was sound proofed...I waved to it anyway. 

There was so much brightness in the room that.... My eyes darted for the ceiling, only to be relieved when there was no sunroof to be found. In fact, there were no windows at all. Perhaps in the bedroom? 

Suddenly, there was scent so powerful of woman that it almost blinded me. Perhaps it was my increasing hunger, but the scent was much too strong for one woman...too synthetic...as if pheremones and...something...was being pumped through the ventilation. It was disorienting, and I sat himself down to the leather couch.

She walked into the room then, and she stunned me. 

I have known beauty and grace. It always fades with mortal age. Yet never have I been so affected as I was by this woman. She was healthy, 32 or 33 years old. Four inches shorter than me and her weight typical for an American. Her organs were spectacular and without blemish. She had recently become a mother, and her pulse was a calm 65 beats per minute. I tasted the air and detected no disease. She walked with a grace that spoke of confidence and...fear? It was courage. Yes. This was a brave woman who probably knew exactly who...what she was dealing with. 

Of the shell, the woman had long brown hair, green eyes, Irish decent. Her face, wide and round. Her breasts were heavy, full, enhanced by her nursing a...7 month-old. Her blue and white dress reminded me a little of Alice in Wonderland. Only, more womanly.

She approached me with a bright smile and warm glow, though in her eyes, I knew she was furiously calculating...what? She offered her hand. "Hello Andrei, my name is Anna."

I reached down to kiss the back of her hand, taking a moment to savor the scent of her blood. Ahhh.... She wore a silver bracelet with long, hollow glass beads set into the design. "The pleasure is entirely mine, Anna. You are spectacular. I do not mean to be rude, and I am eager to get started on my cure. I am, however, terribly hungry and would like to get something to eat."

"Oh no, that's fine. I understand."

"It's just that there's an awful lot of white in this room, and, well....I'd hate to be the person who has to clean up all of the mess. Where do you keep the animals?"

Anna shook her head, and said, "Oh, there are no animals, Andrei."

"Beverage then? Fine....anything at this point. I normally like vodka with mine, but I'll take it straight, if..."

She was shaking her head. "No, no Andrei. That won't be necessary."

Impatience filled my gut where there should have been blood. "What are you talking about?"

"You will feed from me, Andrei."

What the.... "Excuse me?"

"I will feed you. I will cure you ."

"You will..." My eyes darted to the mirror above the couch. "The woman is my cure, General Miller? The woman?! I have sacrificed my entire family...everyone I have ever loved...who carried me across the centuries and shared every joy and splendor I have ever known."

Anna tried to interject, "But..."

I couldn't even begin to address her. "They are gone, General Miller. All gone! All so I could spare you a handful of murders every year. And you repay me with a steak?!"

Anna anticipated my angered response. "Please let me explain, for I owe you so much."

I said nothing to the woman who asked to be my dinner. 

She bravely continued with heavy breath. "Andrei, in World War II, you fought with my great grandfather and saved him...."

I took in her scent deeply. Deeper still...and her heart rate increased. Yes.... "Brian MacNamara. A brave man. I saved many brave men then. I fed on more. Wars provide opportunities that appeal greatly to my kind." I could feel my fangs begin to come in. I made sure that she saw them.

"My...my great grandfather knew of your nature. He said that you were one who did not kill for pleasure. That you were noble among your kind. You did not feed among the living beyond the animals and those that threatened his platoon at night. He said you absorbed damage that would kill 10 men and they gave you a secret purple heart...."

"Between that and the one in my chest, I have a matching set. What does that have to do with anything?"

"He said you spoke of hating what you were. That you were not by nature a killer. I joined the FBI and when I learned of your work and what I could do for you I...."

She stopped when she realized my eyes were only inches away from hers. Anna's heart rate jumped from 90 to 120. 

I whispered to her, "Hush..... "

"I...I..." Such courage in such a beautiful girl. She tried to look away from my gaze...towards her wrist.... That wouldn't do. With my hand, I tenderly turned her face back to mine., a silk, encouraging finger caressing the side of her porcelain cheek. Her eyes locked with mine.

"What do you see, little bunny?"

"Your eyes...are so dark and so wide...I c-can't look away from them." Her chest rose and fell, I imagined her breasts exquisite. If only I wasn't so hungry....

I smiled, "Your pupils have dilated, Anna...you are absorbing as much light as you possibly can. So listen, darling. Absorb and follow as much as you can. It is easy to follow me now, isn't it?" I began to tilt my head from one side to the other, and she found her head doing the same.

"So easy...." Her breathing slowed, her mouth so dry, elsewhere so damp.... Anna's legs shifted against the leather of the couch "But..."

Anna's willpower was incredible. I do not remember resistance like this in ages...it only served to fuel my desire for her. I got off of the couch and extended my hand to her. Her eyes, now devoid of any white, followed mine as she reached out for my hand. She rose with grace, yet I could still see the worry within her...that one scrap of resistance.

I looked to her chest, which served to increase her pulse. I then looked back into her eyes, and she nodded in understanding. Unable to look away, lips parted, she unbuttoned her dress with long fingers that acted of their own accord. Her sleeves fell past naked shoulders I achingly wanted to kiss. Unwavering, she reached back to unclasp her bra, releasing her massive, lactating breasts...her dark, round nipples erect, eager to respond to my attention. I reached out to her left breast, and she gasped. Such a beautiful teardrop...my fingernails grazed up the side of her breast, and back down with soft, firm fingertips. Up and down, and with every cycle she breathed in time. 

She stood there in white panties and hunger...and as much as I wanted to feast upon her then, I wanted that much more to take her into my arms. I wanted to embrace Anna. And before I could complete that thought, she was in my arms, her hands grasping me at the back of my neck. I brought my lips to hers and opened my mouth slightly, encouraging her with my breath to do the same. Our lips met, and then again and then deeper again. My tongue teased her wanting mouth, and she encouraged it with her own. She found my fangs with her tongue, and delicately licked the sides of them, allowing her tongue to be grazed ever so slightly at the points before withdrawing, allowing my tongue to take over her mouth. We soul kissed to the sound of her heartbeat as I traced the outline of her neck. Her hands, caressing my hair, seeming to fumble with each other, unable to get out of each other's way. I smiled as I leaned in to smell her jugular vein., only thinking of how sweet her flowing liquor would feel within me. 

I reared my lion head back, with fangs fully drawn, ready to feed as I had a thousand times before, when I noticed in my periphery that Anna had a small glass vial in her hand. It was a bead from her bracelet. And before I could comprehend what she was doing, she broke the vial with her fingernail, releasing a heavy, white mist that drifted toward and permeated my flesh. In five seconds, I had fully absorbed the contents of that vial.

Something wasn't right...I could feel it in my throat...my tongue, instinctively I felt for my retracting fangs until they were gone. I pushed Anna away, whose eyes were starting to regain whiteness. "What have you done?" I asked in horror, clutching my aching chest. I dropped to my knees, and then put my hands to the floor.

Anna, in the coda of her trance, looked down to me and whispered, "for you...all for you."

I looked up to her, then to her breasts...her nipples...so hard to look away...I forced myself to look into her eyes, now human-looking, "What is happening?"

Anna leaned down to caress my face, a finger tracing the outside of my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth in response, and she smiled warmly. She walked across the room to grab a handmade quilt, draped it over her shoulders, and returned to the leather sofa. I watched her with fascination as she sat there, crooking a finger as if to reel me towards her. 

Helplessly, I did. She was a mortal...a meal. In all my years, no one had captivated me like this. Blood was my mistress. Now it was Anna. Where is my bloodlust? Where did it go? I can't think about this. For the world is Anna and Anna alone in this moment. By the time I got to the couch and sat down, I knew I could deny her nothing. My eyes kept drifting to her breasts, now partially covered by the quilt. I did not understand this compulsion. And for all that almost happened, I feared I was being rude.

I pleaded with her. "How will I feed without my desire for blood?"

With warm, human eyes, brighter than mine could ever pretend to be, she answered, "You will feed upon me." Her hand reached for my hair, and I eagerly received it. It drifted to the side of my face, and I moved with her gentle motions. "I am your cure," she whispered. "Come feed upon me, Andrei." 

And even still, I did not understand. Anna knew this, and so she pushed aside the quilt, revealing her exquisite breast. So powerful, it seemed to have its own gravity. Her hand returned to the back of my neck, gently guiding my head to her tit. So round and beautiful. Waiting for my mouth. I struggled to look up to her, "But..."

She smiled and said, "Hush...." Her finger returned to my mouth, teasing my lips, sliding just a half-inch in and out, along the sides...I instinctively pursed my lips around her finger and began to suck upon it. "Yes, Andrei. My baby." Her finger became a hook, and she slowly led me to her breast. 

For all the power in my sense of smell, nothing was ever as exquisite as the scent of her pheromones, her sweat, and...oh my God, her milk. She had milk. My mouth drew wide and clamped hard upon her nipple, drawing as much of her areole into me as possible. And then I began to nurse upon Anna. First tentatively. Then I looked up to her, and I saw only arousal and yearning for me to suck more. I did and I did and then I felt it. I felt her milk enter me and I knew of no greater ecstasy. It was nothing like blood. Blood was survival. Anna's milk was life. And as I drank deep of her nectar, I knew there could never be a greater happiness. 

She called to me in breathlessness, "Suck meeeee, Andrei." Her hands stroked my hair wildly now as she suckled me. Anna was giving grace and composure up for lust and ardor. "Do not ever stop!" Her milk flowed into me, and it only made me want to suck more. My hand reached for Anna's free breast, which made her cry out "Yes!" as I clamped her aching nipple between the base of my fingers, pulling rhythmically to the beat of my nursing. 

She was close to orgasm and my only reason for existence was to bring her there. I pinched her free nipple, coaxing a spray of milk that coated my fingers. I brought the milk-laced fingers to her mouth, and she moaned with acceptance, her hand drawing my head closer to her breast. My tongue coaxed her nipple, and she breathed in time to it. My head bobbed as I sucked and she would guide it. 

"My other breast....now, Andrei." I unlatched from her right, and moved down the couch to nurse from her left. She vacillated between hums and moans, and I learned quickly that I could get those and other responses by how I nursed from her. 

Her legs were squirming as I pushed her panties to the side. My fingers traced the outline of her clit, and then rubbed just above it, getting her acclimated and soaking before penetrating her deep with two fingers, my thumb still resting on her clitoris, edging her forward...

"Oh God....Andrei...please....please...." but by then, as I relentlessly nursed upon my Anna, I could feel the contractions within her pussy, and I knew she was without control. I suddenly unlatched and teased her nipple with the tip of my tongue, letting my icy breath cool her nipple before sucking deeply again. And that was all it took. With surprising strength, she clutched my body to hers and came hard to my attentions. She spasmed and rocked and gasped and screamed. And I knew no greater pleasure than to inspire such joy. 

It was at that moment that I realized my hunger had past. Is it possible? I do not remember ever being...not hungry. Am I cured? Can I walk in the sun again?

Excitedly, I left Anna's body and looked to the long mirror...where there was no reflection. I continued to stare into the mirror, at the room behind me, until Anna's beatific face shared in the reflection. 

I turned to my lover, and asked her what happened to me. She nodded and encouraged me to lay my head in her naked lap. I did so, and she began, again, to stroke my hair.




An Exchange from Red to White



"The CDC wanted a cure from you. We knew of your existence. We also knew the exponential threat potential your family and other disease vectors could have caused. What's more, some of us knew what became of your minds during and after infestation. For all of these reasons, my Andrei, we wanted to save you. 

"For all of our efforts, we could not find a full solution. We have made inroads for various symptoms...a sunblock that lasts fifteen minutes, soy-based garlic.... Our most successful innovation was an enzyme that changes your need for blood with a need for milk. In time, any milk will do as much as any blood would do. For now, it's limited to human breast milk."

"I can live with that." I clamped her nipple with my fingers.

Anna bit her lip, "So can I. We're not done with you yet, are we?" Her hand insinuated its way to my thigh, and to my still raging hardness.

"N-no...we're....not..."

Her hand went to her slightly sore nipple, coaxing a little more milk from her breast, letting the white droplets fall down her hand. She brought the milky hand to my shaft and began to stroke it expertly. "Am I you cure, Andrei?"

I turned to Anna and flashed my eyes to black. Anna's dilated in response. Her hand continued her stroking, but her lips parted and her breathing grew heavy. I smiled as I released her, and she moaned before me.

"Yes...you are my cure, my Anna."



An Exchange Not Au Pair



My husband was the one who suggested that I write my story down. This is a true story. I have told it to my husband to excite him and we have acted it out on many times. He said that others would find my story exciting and that I should share it. 

It happened many years ago when I first came to this country. I am from what use to be called East Germany. I was 19 years old when I came here to be an au pair to an American couple from New York. They lived north of the city in a very nice home. They were both lawyers, in their late thirties, married for, I think, about 6 years when they had their first child, a boy. 

She worked in the mornings, in the same office as her husband. I will call her Susan and him Jim. Both were in good shape, attractive, and smart. He was average in height with a nice body. She a bit shorter with small breasts and a pretty face. They both had dark hair and brown eyes. 

I on the other hand am a blonde, blue eyed, tall, 6'1', an athletic build with small breasts. I am attractive and have always had men and women coming on to me for as long as I can remember. Sometimes it can be a real pain. 

They hired me to take care of Alex in the mornings when they were both at work and in the evenings when they said they needed their private time together in the early evening. Both were loving and attentive parents. This private time that they needed together was explained to me right at the start of my employment. If there was a problem with the baby I was to call them on the phone, they had another phone line in their bedroom. After the baby was put to bed they would lock the door to their bedroom and spend an hour or two together, while I watched TV and listened to the baby's intercom if he woke up, which he rarely did. He was a very good baby, he slept almost the whole night and rarely ever cried. 

I was not very experienced sexually at that point in my life, but I understood that they wanted to have sex and not worry about the baby, I supposed. Their bedroom had a heavy door that was thicker than the other doors in the house. Once I passed their bedroom door on the way to the baby's room and paused to see if I could her them making love. I could not.

When they were both out of the house once I went in to their bedroom out of curiosity and looked around. There was nothing unusual except a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed that was locked. 

I became friends with another German girl in the town where I lived. We hung out together on our days off, taking the train to the city to see the sights.

She thought it was very romantic that my employers hired a nanny to take care of their baby while they made love. She loved that they did not want their sex life diminished by their new role as parents. I thought so too. I really was enjoying my stay with them. It was my first trip America and everything was exciting and new to me.

Then everything happened, it began with a phone call to my girlfriend while Jim and Susan were having their private time together. We were talking when the call waiting click happened and I clicked back. It was my employer calling me from his bedroom. They were just checking to make sure that I could hear the babies monitor while I was on the phone, I said that I had it right there with me in the kitchen while I was talking. Then they fine and we ended the conversation, I clicked the phone to go back to my girlfriend when I could still hear Jim talking to his wife. I clicked again but I could still hear them. Then I just listened. I was curious. I wanted to hear them making love and get off. But what I hear at first was confusing. I could hear Susan saying "yes master, and a loud slap sound followed by a cry from her, an apology and "I'm sorry master". I didn't get it at first. I had only heard about those kinds of relationships from books or movies but didn't know much else. As their conversations continued I realized that she was being spanked by him. He would call her slave and she would call him master. I could feel myself torn by what I was hearing. I shouldn't be listening to this at all, but on the other hand I became excited by what I was hearing. It brought up my daydreams of being tied up by a man and taken control of, made to submit. But I had never made the connection between my daydreams and this type of thing that I was hearing over the phone. The sounds over the phone made me blush and they made me wet.

I realized that my friend would wonder what happened. I tried again and called her name but still I could hear my employers. So I just hung up the phone. 

A few minutes went by as I tried again to phone my girlfriend and make sense of what I had just heard and of the warm feelings between my legs. Just then Jim walked into the kitchen just wearing a bathrobe. He looked right at me for a long moment, I looked away blushing. He went to the refrigerator, which was behind me. I could feel him looking at me. I became very nervous. 

"What's wrong Ingrid (not my real name)? You seem a bit flushed" He said as he came around me and took a seat in front of me never taking his eyes off me. 

"Nothing Jim, I'm just a bit warm" I managed to get out. 

Just then Susan walked in the kitchen. She too was only wearing a bathrobe.

"Ingrid looks a bit flushed don't you think Sue?" Jim said.

"Oh she does look warm" Susan said as she placed her soft warm hand on my forehead. "Maybe you are coming down with something?" 

"No I'm fine, I think I'll go to my room and lie down" I said and left the kitchen quickly. Much too quickly. 

When I stepped into my room I was surprised to find Susan right behind me. I had not heard her at all. 

"Ingrid, I want to ask you something and please tell me the truth"

"Ok" I replied. 

"Did you ever go into our bedroom and snoop around, look in our things?"

"No, I would never do such a thing" 

Just then Jim appeared at the door (he had been just outside of my room listening) "You're lying young lady, I have you on tape looking through our stuff. I have a hidden camera in there, so don't lie."

He stood there in the doorway with the videotape in his hands.

I began to cry.

"I didn't mean any harm, I wasn't looking to steal anything, I was just curious" As I said this Susan sat on the bed next to me and placed her arms around me and gave me a hug. 

"Its alright don't cry we understand you were curious as to what we do in there right? You're just a curious young woman who would like to know about the world and what people do in their bedrooms. Aren't you?" 

She began to stroke my hair and face with her soft hands, wiping away my tears. I could see her bathrobe open and reveal her breasts to me. She could tell that I was looking. He words of comfort and caresses soothed me. Then she began to kiss my face, all over lightly at first then harder. Her bathrobe opened all the way and I reached up and cupped her breasts with my hands. She let out a low moan. They were wonderful to touch and caress. I could feel myself grow wet between my legs. This went on for several minutes completely lost in the sensations of my first female petting session. 

Then Jim spoke: " Excuse me but this little tramp was in our bedroom snooping around. I demand satisfaction. She needs to be punished." I had forgotten he was even in the room looking at his wife make out with another woman. 

"I think a spanking would be in order don't you think Susan?"

Susan stopped kissing me and said " Jim is right you must be punished Ingrid for what you did. I think that it's only fair and right. Don't worry Jim will be very gentle with you, I'll be right here with you" 

Susan stood up and as she was taking to me she quickly unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and panties around my ankles. I was at this point in a daze. It was all happening like in a dream. I made some mild sounds of protestation but they were ignored. I was naked from the waist down. Jim was seated and Susan led me to his lap. She laid me across him holding both my wrists in her hands. 

My naked bottom was now totally exposed to my employer. 

"That is one fine looking ass" I could feel his finger tips explore the surface of my cheeks. I grew wetter. 

"Say thank you sir" Susan purred into my ear licking my lobes sticking her tongue into it. 

Just then Jim's hand came down hard on my ass. I was being spanked. A pause. Then another. This was like my daydream. I was being made to submit. Others were in control of my body. The sting of the blows on ass aroused me further. 

Again she repeated " Thank you sir". 

This time I replied, "Thank you sir" 

"Excellent, this little slut has potential." It took a few moments to realize that the slut he spoke of was me. A final spank came down on my now on fire ass. Susan let me go and helped me up. She began to kiss me passionately on the mouth. Jim left the room and returned quickly with a cream that he began to spread on my ass cheeks. I was moaning now, the effect of having two people love me was intoxicating. They undressed me and laid me on the bed. 

"Have you ever eaten a woman's pussy Ingrid?" Susan asked. "No" I replied "but I have always wanted to try." It was true, but had never spoken of it to anyone.

She smiled at this and sat up straddling my face pinning my arms down with her legs and presenting her shaved pussy to my mouth. She lowered herself. 

"Well lesson one begins now" she purred. I licked her pussy as she used her fingers to hold herself open to my mouth. I sucked on her clit. She talked to me. Instructing me like her pupil, telling me how and where. I followed her instructions eagerly. 

All the while I could feel Jim lightly playing with my pussy. Just teasing me. Giving my pussy a light tap or two on the clit. Then running his hand over it a few times, then pausing. Opening my lips, running his fingers up and down the outside of my vagina. But never long enough to get me off. This went on for quite awhile.

Susan was close to an orgasm, when Jim pushed her off my face commanding 

"That's enough of that for now I don't want you to come just yet." 

"Yes master" Susan said breathlessly. 

"It's time I get a bit of service from this slut" he said as he pulled my arms over my head and brought my body to the edge of the bed. My head fell back and could feel Susan's grab hold on both sides. Jim then stood over my face with his large cock and balls in my face. It was the first time that I had seen them. 

"Let's see how she sucks cock." He then commanded Susan to keep my mouth open. With her hands she forced my mouth wide. He then pushed his penis into my mouth. He pushed it in and out several times, then Jim pumped his cock in deeper. I had given boys blowjobs before, but had never had my mouth fucked. I liked it. The man did the work, he was using me to pleasure himself. 

He would pull on my nipples twist them in his fingers then let go, not too hard yet with just enough force to make me feel my nerve endings were being abused. His hands explored my breasts as he fucked my mouth. 

"Well she needs work in the cocksucking department but that will come, Rome wasn't build in a day" he said as he withdrew is glistening cock from my mouth. I was disappointed that I was not up to his standards. 

Jim pulled me onto the bed and ordered Susan to grab my ankles. She sat over my face and grabbed both of my ankles and pulled them back and apart till my feet were spread wide and almost behind me. I was glad that I was flexible. I was wide open for Jim to take. I was very wet by this point and he slipped in easily. He began to fuck me hard and fast. Susan lowered her pussy onto my mouth. 

I came quickly and more than once. Jim would take a break, then stand over his wife and have her suck his cock clean of my pussy juice then go back to my pussy for more pounding. This went on for quite awhile, before finally he pulled out my pussy and shot his cum on my breasts and stomach. Susan then rubbed her husband's cum all over my tits, taking some in her mouth and licking her fingers clean. 

We lay together in a heap catching our breaths for quite a while before Jim spoke "This little slut has a lot of potential, yes she does." I liked being referred to as a slut to be used.

"So now you know what we do Miss Ingrid behind the closed door at night, and what do you think about it, like it?"

"Yes I do, Susan it's wonderful what you did to me."

"And we will be doing more, much more my dear, we are going to be training you for your future husband, to be a good wife and slut to him" he panted still out of breath. I liked the sound of that. 

That night I had my first cock in my ass and two cocks in me at once (one a strap on that Susan wore, she fucked my pussy and Jim's big cock fucked my ass). 

Although we had many great fuck sessions during the rest of my stay, that first one will always be the most special and exciting. It's the one that I play with my husband most often. He loves to play the top and give me spankings. We have a wonderful sex life. I owe it all to a couple of lawyers.



An Exchange of Fantasies



Chapter: 1 The Challenge

Christy and I have been married for eight years and are as much in love today as we were the day we married. When we met neither of us was very experienced sexually but we were both willing to try just about anything. As a result our sex life has never been boring. The events I am about to relate to you had their beginning about four months ago. 

One night Christy and I were fooling around in bed like we always do before we make love. As I was lying next to Christy slowly sliding my hand up and down her thigh she said, “Do you have a sexual fantasy that you have had for a long time and you wish it could come true but you don’t expect it ever will?”

I was surprised by the question but I knew the answer. The answer was yes but I told Christy, “No, I don’t.” I said no because I knew that Christy would never act out my fantasy and if I told her what it was she would probably get made at me. Then I said, “Why, is there some special fantasy that you want to fulfill?”

Christy replied, “Yes there is but I will never tell you about it because I believe that you’re lying to me when you say you don’t have a fantasy. You’re just saying that so you won’t have to tell me what it is.”

I said, “All right, you caught me. I do have a fantasy and I am not going to tell you what it is, O.K.?”

“Well does this fantasy involve me or is it about someone else?”

“Oh, it’s about you, you can believe that.”

For the next hour Christy kept trying to get me to break down and tell her about my fantasy. I told her that she was the one who brought all this up so she should tell me her fantasy first. She said, “If I go first how do I know that you will tell me your fantasy when I’m done?”

I said, “What this all about. Why are you so hung up on this fantasy crap?”

Christy replied, “I have had these fantasies for the last two years and they get stronger all of the time. I feel the need to experience them, but because it requires a very large favor from you the only way I could ever ask you to let me live out my fantasies is if I can return the favor by granting you your wildest fantasies.”

Now she had my interest. I said, “Well maybe there is some way we can work this out.
What you want is an exchange, you will promise to do whatever is necessary to fulfill my fantasies if I will promise to do whatever you want for yours, is that it?”

“Yes, that’s the idea.”

“Okay then, you tell my your fantasies and if it is something I can do I will tell you mine and if you can grant mine we’ll go ahead and do it.”

“Just because I brought up the idea doesn’t mean I should have to go first. Besides I asked you first.”

It was apparent that we were not getting anywhere so I suggested, “Why don’t we both write down our fantasies and then tomorrow night we exchange them. That way nobody has to go first and we can study each other’s fantasies in private and decide if the trade is worth it. If we both agree to the trade then we will go through the fantasies. If either of us doesn’t agree that’s the end of it. Is that agreeable?”

“Yes, I think that will work.”

With the fantasy issue settled for the night we made love and went to sleep.


Chapter 2 The Fantasies 

The next day I left work a little early to get home so I would have time to write my fantasy before dinner. I wondered what kind of fantasies could have Christy so hot that she would be willing to go through all of this to make them come true. I wasn’t worried that it would be something that I couldn’t agree to because I knew she would never agree to act out my fantasy, and if she wouldn’t agree to mine the whole deal was off anyway.  When I got to the house I went into my study and began writing. 

My fantasy began about a year ago when I was having a few beers with our neighbor John. As we got a little drunk we began talking about sex. We discussed the relative merits of our wives and how good they were in bed then we started talking about actresses we would like to fuck, from there we started talking about which of the women in the neighborhood we thought were hot.  Finally we started talking about porno movies. We were talking about what kind of scenes made us the hottest. I told John that the scenes that got me hottest were the lesbian scenes.

I said that it would really turn me on to see two women make love. Then John surprised me by saying that when she was in college his wife Suzi had a couple of lesbian affairs. One with her junior year roommate and one with an instructor she needed to get a good grade from. He said Suzi wasn’t a lesbian, she just enjoyed sex and was always ready to try something different. 

John and I never talked about that again but ever since then I have had a fantasy about Christy seducing Suzi while I watched. This fantasy comes back to me every time I see Suzi, which is frequently as she is a good friend of Christy’s and is our next door neighbor. I know Christy will never agree to that but that is the fantasy I wrote down and sealed in my envelope. 

After dinner that night Christy and I exchanged our fantasies and went off to read them and decide what to do about them. I still knew that Christy wouldn’t agree to do my fantasy so it didn’t matter what I decided about hers, so I was inclined to agree with hers no matter what it was.

I went into my study and began reading Christy’s fantasy. It started out, “Just remember that I love you more than anything else in this world. With that said my fantasy is to FUCK three men.”

When I read that I felt a shock got through my system. It took me a few seconds before I could continue.

Christy’s note continued “Notice I didn’t say make love to them, I said FUCK them. This would be done one at a time. I know the idea of me having sex with another man is difficult for you to think about but it gets even more difficult for you as we go along. You see, the three guys I want to fuck are people you don’t particularly like. The first one is Bill Jasper, your boss. I have heard from women at some of the parties we’ve been to at Bill’s house that he likes to have sex with the wives of his employees any time he gets a chance. I was told he has a small cock, about four and a half inches long but that he is an expert at giving oral sex. I want to experience having my pussy eaten by an expert and I want to see what it’s like to suck a cock that easily fits into my mouth. This fantasy starts when we go to one of Bill’s parties. You and I have sex before we leave the house, then during the party I let Bill lead me off to someplace private and let him perform oral sex on me. I won’t tell him that the pussy he is eating has already been filled with cum by you. After he gives me an orgasm or two I let him fuck me and after he leaves a load of cum inside me I suck his little cock until he cums in my mouth.  Then we go home where I will tell you everything that happened while you suck my pussy clean.”

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I also couldn’t believe that I was getting sexually aroused rather than upset by the thought of Christy having sex with another man.

“The next guy I want to FUCK is Wendell Bradley, the manager at the branch bank on First Street. A couple of the girls at the bank told me that he acts like a bit of a wimp but he has staying power in bed. They said that he can fuck for longer that anyone else they know. I want to experience being fucked through multiple orgasms before getting a load of cum up my cunt. The fantasy for this one is that I stop at Kelly’s bar after work one night. He goes there every night on his way home. I flirt with him and get him to invite me to his apartment where I let him fuck me. As soon as it’s over I call you from the cell phone and tell you that I am on my way home. When I get home you meet me in the bedroom and help me undress. When I am naked I sit on the chair at my dressing table and you kneel down between my legs and eat all of the cum from my pussy while I tell you what Wendell did to me. 

“The third and last of my targets is Jim Carpender, the shipping manager from my store. I know Jim would like to get in my pants because he often flirts with me.  The reason I want to fuck him is that the word among the women at the store is that he has a huge cock. You know I love your cock but I want to feel a truly big cock inside me just once. This fantasy is that one day at work I tell Jim that I need him to bring some important papers by our house on his way home. When He gets here I invite him in for a drink while I am looking at the papers and I tell him you are out of town. I then let him seduce me and fuck me with his huge cock. As soon as we are finished I ask Jim to leave, then I come upstairs to you and you go down on my pussy and suck all of Jim’s cum out of my cunt. 

“These are the fantasies that have been on my mind for the last couple of years. They don’t mean that I don’t love you because I do. They are just experiences that I fantasize about having. I hope you can agree to help me fulfill these dreams.”

When I finished her note my heart was racing, my palms were sweaty, and I had a raging hard on. Everything about her note surprised me. I was expecting something like I take her to Hawaii for a romantic vacation and we have sex on the beach. The language in the note was unlike Christy. She never says fuck or cunt or talks about sex in such graphic terms. The tone of the note was so sexual that the fact that she was saying she wanted to be fucked by these other men didn’t upset me. In fact the whole idea kind of turned me on. Another thing that struck me was that given what she asked for in her fantasy made it more plausible that she would agree to grant me my fantasy. The one thing I knew I would have a problem with was that she wanted me to eat her out after each of her fantasy encounters. Eating another man’s cum from her pussy would be difficult.

I walked into the bedroom about 11:00 that night and Christy and I just looked at each other for a while without speaking. Finally Christy broke the silence. She asked, “Well what do you think?”

I couldn’t tell what answer she wanted to her by the tone in her voice but I said, “You understand what you are asking for here requires me to give a lot of myself. First to give you permission to have sex with these other guys and then to humiliate myself by going down on your pussy after you have had sex with them. But if you are willing to grant my fantasy, then I will grant yours. .”

Christy replied, “I would never make love to another woman except in extreme circumstances. And this is an extreme circumstance, so I will do it.” 

I said, “Well then I guess all that is left is to decide when we start.” 

Christy said,  “Why don’t we start when Bill throws his next party.  In the mean time I can start figuring out how I am going to seduce Suzi.”

I agreed that we would start at Bill’s next party.

It was six weeks after our decision to act out our fantasies that we received an invitation to a party at Bill Jasper’s house.


Chapter 3: The Party

Although we hadn’t discussed the fantasies since we agreed to begin them at Bill’s next party I couldn’t think of anything else as we got ready to go to the party. Christy laid out a short black cocktail dress, a pair of thigh high black stockings, a pair of black satin panties and a matching bra and a pair of black spike heeled shoes. After she showered and put on her make up she began getting dressed.  When I came into the bedroom after my shower Christy was standing in front of me and asked me how she looked.  She looked terrific and I told her so. She slowly walked over to me putting on a shy kid act with her hands behind her back. I asked her if she was ready to go and she said "All except for this." and pulled her hand from behind her back. In her hand were the black satin panties she was going to wear. Then she said, "It's time for you to flavor my pussy for your boss" and then she lifted her dress above her waist and bent forward over the bed so that her ass was facing me. Looking at her pink pussy lips peeking out from between her legs gave me an instant erection. I stepped up behind Christy and ran my hand down over he ass and let my fingers find the soft mound of her vulva. I gently separated her labia and slipped my finger inside. Christy's pussy was already slick with her juices. With my free hand I positioned my cock at the entrance to her slippery opening and pushed it in slowly. It easily went in to the hilt. Once I was in all the way I started fucking her with short quick strokes and kept at it till I came deep inside her. When I pulled my cock out of her she was a little wobbly. She walked slowly into the bathroom and cleaned herself up so that she wasn’t dripping then put her panties on.  Ten minutes later we were on our way out the door.

We had been at the party about an hour when we saw Bill standing at the bar by himself. I looked at Christy and said "This is it, last chance to back out" 

"Do you want to?" 

"Let's do it."  

Then Christy walked over to Bill. I went part of the way over so I could hear their conversation. When Christy walked up to Bill she said, "Bill, you have such a lovely home here and you have done such wonderful things with it." 

Bill replied, "Thank you for noticing. Have you ever been through the whole house? I would be glad to show it to you now if you'd like."

Christy said, "I'd love to see it." Then Bill led Christy out of the room. That was the point of no return. After what seemed like an eternity I looked at my watch to see that only five minutes had gone bye. I realized that I better find something to do to keep myself occupied or I wouldn't last the night. I got another drink from the bar and sat down with some coworkers and joined in their conversation. The next time I looked at my watch it was a half hour later and still no sign of Christy or Bill. I wondered if Bill was sampling my wife’s treasures right then.

It had been just over an hour when Christy appeared next to me and gave me a very
sloppy tongue kiss. I could smell the faint scent of semen on her lips and there was a very slight taste of it on her lips and in her mouth. After she kissed me two or three more times, Christy took me by the hand and said, “Let’s go home.”

We didn’t talk in the car on the way home. As soon as we got in the house Christy led me up to the our bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and indicated that I should sit on the floor at her feet. When I sat down Christy began telling me what happened at the party. She said, "When I went over to speak to Bill he offered me a quick tour of the house. After showing me through most of the house he said he was going to show me the room in his house that he liked best. We entered what appeared to be his office. It was beautiful, with bookshelves on every wall. I was examining the bookshelves when he closed the door and came over to me and said, “You are a very lovely woman. Your husband is a very lucky man. Over the years I have offered some of my employees wives the opportunity to help their husbands careers and many of them have been happy to do just that. Now you look like the sort of women who would like to help your husband get a nice raise next month. Am I right about you?"

"I told him that I was always glad to help you when I could, and asked what I would  have to do to help get that raise?" The slimy bastard said follow me, and walked over to one of the book cases and pulled a hidden latch and a door sized section on the bookcase swung open. I followed him into another room. When he turned on the lights I saw that it was a small bedroom with no windows. There was just a bed a small table and a couple of chairs. I looked around and said, ‘What, no television?’ 

“Bill said, ‘No one comes in her to watch television.’ 

“Bill closed the door and went over and sat in one of the chairs, then he turned to me and asked me to take my panties off and give them to him. When we first entered the room I was nervous but when Bill asked for my panties I felt a tingle in my pussy. I stood right in front of Bill and lifted my dress up and pulled my panties down and stepped out of them and then I handed them to Bill. He examined them. He turned them inside out and looked at the crotch then he held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he looked at me and said that I had an interesting scent.

He put my panties on the table and motioned for me to come closer then said that he wanted to kiss my pussy. He lifted the hem of my dress above my pussy and pulled me to him. He put his face between my legs and I move them farther apart to give him access. He planted little kisses all over my pussy mound. After a minute of this he straightened up and told me to take the rest of my clothes off and lay down on the bed. I got undressed and lay down. Bill came over to the bed and gently caressed my body with his hands and lips from head to toe occasionally stopping to suck a nipple or kiss the inside of my thigh. It felt wonderful. He asked me to spread my legs apart so her could get a good view of my 'love hole'. Then he began getting undressed but he seldom took his eyes off my pussy. His stare was so intense I began to think I could feel it inside my pussy.

When he was naked he got on the bed with me and began the caressing again. This time he followed his hands down my body with his lips. When he got to my pussy he lifted my legs over his shoulders and pushed his mouth hard against my hot pussy. You know I love oral sex but this was on a whole other level. Perhaps it was the anticipation or maybe he is a magician when it comes to eating pussy. I had two orgasms within the first ten minutes and as he was building me up to a third he moved around so that his cock was in front of my face. I noticed that it was small but I was to hot at that moment to even think about that. I just took his cock into my mouth and tried to concentrate enough on giving as much pleasure as I was receiving. When my third orgasm hit, Bill quickly turned around and shoved his cock in my pulsing cunt. You can say what you want about big cocks verses small cocks but Bill was doing just fine with his little dick. 

Bill lasted about ten minutes before he blasted his load inside me. When he pulled his softening cock out of me I bent down and sucked it into my mouth and cleaned it off for him.”

Christy's story had my cock so hard it was beginning to hurt. I leaned forward and kissed her and told her I loved her then told her to continue her story. Then I reached up he dress with my right hand and ran my fingers over the crotch of her panties. I could feel that her panties were wet.  Then I slipped my fingers inside her panties and into her cum filled cunt. When I did this Christy pushed herself forward to get more penetration, then she began speaking again.

“Now that I wasn't in the throws of an orgasm I was able to examine his little prick. It was so cute that I couldn't stop playing with it. I rubbed it between my fingers, I kissed and licked it and then I sucked on it. After ten minutes I had him hard again. At about four inches long it looked like the cock of a fourteen-year-old boy. I began to really enjoy the sensation of having his whole cock inside my mouth. When he was ready I asked him to fuck me again. He rolled me over on my stomach and pulled me up on my knees and got behind me. Then he slipped his little wiener in my cunt and began fucking me as fast as he could. We both hit our orgasms within just a few minutes. When Bill pulled his cock out of me he asked me if I want to clean it off for him again. I just turned around and opened my mouth. He put his cock in my mouth and I sucked him clean. While I was lying there with his limp dick in my mouth he said, ‘Anytime you want to work on a promotion for you husband let me know.’ That's it. After that we got dressed and came back to the party."




An Exchange of Fantasies



. Now it was my turn to perform. I reached under her skirt with both hands and started to pull Christy’s panties down. As I pulled them, Christy raised her ass off the bed to help. When I got her panties off I looked at them and could see that they were very wet front and back. I slipped her panties in my pocket and moved my head between her legs under her dress. Christy spread her legs and moved forward on the bed to help me. With my face just inches from her pussy and with her dress over my head I could smell the mixture of cunt juice and semen. I hesitated for a couple of seconds wondering if I was going to be able to go through with this, to actually suck on Christy’s pussy when it was full of another man’s cum. Then I just pulled Christy forward and place my mouth over the opening of her vagina and sucked her puffy cunt lips into my mouth. I pushed my tongue as far inside her as I could. With my tongue inside her I felt Christy flex the mussels inside of her pussy.  When she did this I felt a large glob of semen being forced into my mouth. At that point I was too hot to care, I just swallowed it and kept on sucking on her. Christy had an orgasm that seemed to empty everything that was left inside he pussy so I began to lick the area between her pussy and her asshole. This area was slick with cum. I kept at it for another five minutes and then I got up and lay on the bed next to Christy. Christy then helped me remove my pants and gave me a fantastic blowjob. She sucked on my cock until it exploded in her mouth, and then she cleaned me up. We cuddled for a while then made love slowly for the next hour then went to sleep.



Chapter 4 The Banker

For the next couple of weeks after the party Christy and I didn’t speak about our fantasies. I began to think that Christy was satisfied having lived out one fantasy and was not interested in continuing any further and I wasn’t sure how I felt. I was still a little confused. I never believed that my wife’s fucking another man would be such a turn on for me. Then one afternoon Christy called me at work and told me that she would be a little late getting home that evening as she had some errands to run. Christy often ran errands after work so I didn’t think anything of her call. That evening Christy came home around nine o’clock. She walked the house and came over to the chair I was sitting in and dropped down into my lap with her arms around my neck. She gave me a big open mouth kiss and then kissed me several times along my cheek and around my neck ending at my ear. She sucked my ear into her mouth and let it pop back out then she whispered into my ear. She said “Honey, I want you to put your hand inside my panties and put a couple of fingers into my pussy.”

The combination of her kisses and this request gave me an instant hardon.  I slowly ran my hand up Christy’s leg and realized when I reached her upper thigh that instead of wearing panty hose like she normally does when she goes to work, Christy was wearing thigh high stockings with a garter belt. When my hand brushed the crotch of her panties I felt a dampness that I wasn’t expecting and when I slipped my hand inside Christy’s panties I was surprised to feel that her pubic hair was dry and crusty feeling in some places and wet and sticky in others. When I slipped my fingers inside her pussy I felt the obvious presence of semen. 

As the realization of what all this meant was registering in my brain, Christy began whispering again, “Can you fell the load of cum that  Wendell  left inside me?  If you go down on my pussy now and clean me up with your mouth and tongue, I will tell you the details about how I got fucked by Wendell Bradley tonight.”

I was so horny I thought I would explode before I could hear Christy’s story. I told Christy to stand up in front of me and remove her dress. She did as I asked and was soon standing in front of me in just her bra and panties. As Christy stood there I got down on my knees in front of her. I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs and Christy spread her feet farther apart giving me better access to her pussy. As I looked at Christy’s panty covered pussy I noticed some spots of drying cum on her upper thighs just outside the crotch of her panties. I leaned in close to Christy’s pussy and inhale deeply. Now for the second time in a month I was smelling the scent of hot sex created by my wife’s juices being mixed with another man’s. The scent aroused me. I began licking the dried cum off Christy’s thighs. When I had removed these few spots from her legs I pulled Christy’s panties off.  As I studied Christy’s exposed pussy I noticed how the lips were swollen and the hair was matted and sticky. I ran my fingers through her pussy hair and felt different sensations; the downy softness of her clean hair, the wet and slippery hair along her pussy lips and near the opening to her love hole, the damp sticky hair near her pussy lips where the cum had begun to dry, and finally the course bristly hair where the cum had completely dried. I looked up into Christy’s face and she smiled down at me then pulled my face up against her pussy..

I put both hands into Christy’s crotch and used my thumbs to spread her pussy open. When I did this a thin but steady stream of semen began to leak from Christy’s hole. I watched as this cum began to collect on her pussy lips, then I leaned forward and licked the drip off Christy’s pussy. I watched as more drips formed and each time one did I licked it off. When the flow from her pussy was nearly stopped I had Christy sit in the chair and I sat on the floor between her legs. I looked up and told Christy to start telling her story while I ate her pussy. Then I put my mouth over her pussy and inserted my tongue into her love hole. Christy jumped a little and let out a little moan then she began to talk. 

Christy began, “As I was getting dress this morning I noticed that my only black panty hose had a run in them. I was in a hurry so I put on my thigh highs and a garter belt to keep them up all day and finished dressing. You know I only wear those stockings when I want to look sexy, and the last time I wore them was at Bill’s party. Thinking about what I was wearing at work began to make me horny. All morning I was thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck you. At lunchtime I had to run over to the bank to cash a check and when I went inside I saw Wendell Bradley talking to a customer and I decided that I was going to make part two of my fantasy come true today. 

“After work I went over to the bar I had heard he frequents and he was there. I stood at the bar next to Wendell and acted like I was waiting for someone that was late. When I cursed under my breath but just loud enough for him to hear, Wendell turned to me and asked what was wrong. I told him that I was waiting for my boyfriend and he was late. I said that we had a fight the day before and I was hoping we could patch things up. Then I said that I was mad enough to leave with someone else just to teach him a lesson. Wendell tried to act caring and suggested we go to his apartment for a couple of drinks while I decide what I really want to do about my insensitive boy friend. I told Wendell I would like to go with him but that I wasn’t sure if I should if it was a good idea given my mode.  Wendell said, ‘I think I have just what you need and I only lives a couple of blocks from here.’ As Wendell took my hand and started leading me toward the door, I  said that I wasn’t sure I was doing the right thing, but I didn’t resist. Fifteen minutes later we were sitting in his living room sipping a very strong gin and tonic

“When I finished about half of my drink I pretended to be a little tipsy. I started complaining about my boy friend again. Wendell moved over close to me on the couch and put his arm around me as if to comfort me. Then Wendell said, ‘If you really want to punish this guy you should find some nice guy and have sex with him.’

 “I though this was a pretty lame attempt at a seduction but I had to play along so I could get what I wanted. So I agreed with Wendell. I said, ‘Yes, that would show him. I should just go fuck someone else’

“Then Wendell asked, ‘Do you have someone in mind? You should do this tonight or you may not have the nerve to do it later.’

“I said, ‘What about you?  Would you like to make love to me tonight?’

“Wendell almost jumped out of his clothes. He had me strip to my stockings and garter belt. He asked me to leave those on. Wendell isn’t much on technique but he makes up for that in enthusiasm. He began by kissing his way to me breasts which he squeezed and sucked for a few minutes the he worked his way to my pussy. He wasn’t hitting the spots I like but he was bringing me toward an orgasm. Oh honey, I have to stop for a minute. You are making me cum now!”

With that Christy went into an orgasm. She humped her pussy against my face until the orgasm passed. Now her pussy was very wet and messy. I had to start cleaning it all over again, but I wasn’t complaining and I was sure that Christy wouldn’t complain. As soon as Christy recovered from her orgasm she started her story again.

“Just before Wendell brought me to orgasm he stopped eating me and stood up and pressed his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and let him push his semi hard cock into my mouth. I began sucking and licking him. I had him rock hard in about two minutes. He had a very nice cock. It was about six inches long and two inches thick. It was a good mouth full for me. After about five minutes of me sucking his cock he pulled back and stood up. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. Once on the bed Wendell got on top of me in the missionary position and gently but firmly slid his cock all of the way into my pussy. Then he lay down on top of me and talked directly into my ear. He said, ‘This first fuck will be rather fast. As soon as I cum I would like you to suck my cock again. I recovery rather quickly and will last a long time on the second fuck’ Then he began quickly stroking in and out of my hot cunt. It took him about five minutes before he yelled ‘I’m coming’, and he blasted his load inside me. The feel of his hot cum triggered my orgasm. 

“When we both recovered form our orgasms, Wendell rolled off me and I got on my knees and began sucking his sticky love pole. It only took Wendell five minutes to get hard again. When he was fully erect he asked ‘Are you ready for the fucking of your life?’ With that he mounted me in the missionary position and fucked me like this for about five minutes then he put me on my hands and knees and he got behind me and fucked me that way for a long time. I had and orgasm while in this position. Next he put me on my back and he stood on the floor at the edge of the bed. He pulled me to him and raised my legs over his shoulders and fucked me in that position for another ten minutes. In all he changed positions five times, I had three orgasms and he finally blew his load in me with me bent over the bed and him standing behind me. After he came Wendell lay down on the bed and I sucked his cock for about ten minutes. After fucking me for nearly an hour non-stop, Wendell was hard again after only ten minutes of my oral attention. He asked me if I wanted another quickie. I asked him what his definition of a quickie was. Wendell said that if he wanted to he could cum again in about ten minutes. So I said prove it. We went back to missionary position again and true to his word Wendell fired another load of his cum into me in just about ten minutes. After that he was done and I was sore.”

When Christy was finished with her story she just put her head back and closed her eyes while I slowly brought her to orgasm with my tongue.  After that we had dinner and went to bed. Once in bed Christy sucked me off and then fell asleep with my cock still in her mouth.      


Chapter 5 Christy and Suzi Exchange Gifts

It was the Saturday after Christy and Wendell had been together and I was sitting alone in my bedroom. Christy had just called and said that she was on her way home from shopping with Suzi and she was going to invite Suzi in for a drink. Ten minutes later I heard Christy’s car pulling into the driveway and a minute later the two women came into the house with several packages from different stores at the mall. As they were talking and opening bags I crept out to the loft so that I could watch them without being seen. When I look down I saw Suzi sitting on the sofa looking at store receipts and Christy was in the kitchen mixing drinks. 

For the next fifteen minutes the two women sipped on their drinks and talked about the their purchases. As they started their second drink Suzi was showing Christy some sexy panties she bought at Victoria’s Secret. Both women laughed about how skimpy the panties were then Christy asked Suzi, “When you buy sexy panties like these, do you do it to please John or is it to please yourself?” 

Suzi replied, “I will show these panties to John and say ‘Look what I got for you’ and he’ll be happy. But most of the times that I’ll wear these panties he won’t even know.  I like to wear sexy underwear because it makes me feel sexy even if no one else knows I am wearing them..” 

Then Christy asked, “When you have sexy undies on, do you every let anyone else see them. I mean other that John?”

Suzi laughed and said, “Well sometimes I’ll flash someone. Like sometimes when I am in a restaurant I will let my legs separate a little more than necessary when I get out of a booth or chair if I think someone is looking. And sometimes when I’m wearing a blouse that is open at the top I will bend over a store counter to give the clerk a peek at my breasts. I don’t do it often and I don’t let John see me doing it. It gives me a little kick to know that I gave someone a little thrill. Haven’t you ever done that?”

“Yes, but not very often. Have you ever flashed another woman?”

“A couple of times when I thought the woman was staring at me.”

“Have you ever had another woman flash you?”

“Oh yes, lots of times.”

“Do you look?”

“Depends on the women. If she is attractive I will look.”

At that point Christy got up and took their glasses out to the kitchen and made another drink.When she came back into the living room Suzi was standing and putting her purchases back in their bags. Christy handed Suzi a drink and stood next to her. Then Christy asked, “Suzi, have you every had sex with another woman?”

Suzi looked a little starteled by the question but responded, “Why do you ask?”

“I’m just curious, I’ve often wondered what it’s like?” 

“Well since you asked, while I was in college I tried everything at one time or another. Do you really want to know what it’s like?”

“I think so.”

Suzi set her drink down on the table and turned to face Christy. Then she leaned forward and gave Christy a very  light kiss on the lips. When Christy didn’t back away Suzi took her drink from her and put it on the table then put one hand on each side of Christy’s face then kissed her full on the mouth. On the third kiss Christy began to respond, kissing back just as passionately as Suzi was kissing her. The two women stood hugging, kissing and caressing each other for the next several minutes. Finally Suzi pulled away and asked Christy, “Do you want this to go any farther?”

Christy replied, “I’m not sure how far I want this to go.”

Suzi asked, “Perhaps we should go up to your bedroom?”

Christy responded, “I would like to go tidy my bedroom up a bit first, give me a minute before you come up, Okay?”

Suzi agreed and sat down with her drink while Christy hurried up the stairs to me. When She got upstairs she took me by the arm and silently lead me to the bedroom closet. From Inside the closet I had a good view of the bed and I could stay out of sight.  Once Christy was comfortable that I Suzi wouldn’t discover my presence she went out into the hall and called down to Suzi.

When the two women came into the bedroom Suzi started kissing Christy again. Then Suzi began unbuttoning Christy’s blouse and when she was done she slid the blouse off Christy’s shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Next Suzi stepped up behind Christy and unhooked her bra. Suzi slipped Christy’s bra off and reached around from behind to cup Christy’s breasts. Suzi told Christy that she had lovely tits and asked if she could kiss them. Christy said, “Please do.” Suzi turned Christy around and kissed each nipple once then began  licking and sucking on Christy’s tits, going from one to the other. I could see that Christy was enjoying this because she had her head back and her eyes closed and was making the little sounds in her throat that she makes during sex.

Suzi straightened up and asked, “Would you like to see my tits?” and began removing her blouse and bra. Suzi had beautiful large firm breast and Christy seemed to like what she saw. Christy reached out with both hands and felt Suzi’s tits and said, “These are beautiful.” Then Christy bent forward and began kissing and licking Suzi’s breasts. After a few minutes of having her tits loved Suzi said, “Why don’t we take our pants off and get comfortable. 


. Then Suzi and Christy  removed their slacks. I could tell now that Christy was getting very turned on by the wet spot that appeared in the crotch of her panties. When both women had stripped to their panties Suzi asked , “Are you ready to make love to me? To do everything I ask you to do?”

Christy looked nervous but nodded her head and said, “I think so. I don’t know if I will be able to do everything but I want to try.”

Suzi sat on the edge of the bed and indicated that Christy should sit on the floor in front of her. Christy got on her knees on the floor so that she was positioned with her head at the same level as Suzi’s pussy. Then Suzi said, “Okay, now remove my panties.” 

Christy hooked her fingers into the waistband of Suzi’s panties and began pulling them down as Suzi lifted her ass so that Christy could get them off. Once the panties were removed Suzi asked, “Have you ever been this close to another woman’s vagina before?” 

“No”

 “Well then, you should take a few minutes to study it. I think that you will find that the vagina is actually a beautiful thing.” Christy did as she was told. She studied Suzi’s pussy from ever angle even having Suzi spread her legs more to give her a better view. Christy ran her fingers through Suzi’s pubic hair and touched the soft mound around her pussy.

When Christy was done with her examination Suzi said, “Now it’s time to develop an appreciation for the scent that the pussy gives off. Put your face as close to my pussy as you can without touching it and take a couple of minutes to get used to the scent.” 

Christy put her arms around Suzi’s hips and leaned in close to Suzi’s pussy. Christy obviously didn’t mind the scent of Suzi’s pussy because it was Suzi that had to tell Christy when to stop. And when she did Christy said, “Suzi, you smell wonderful.” 

 “Thank you. Now it is time for you to taste me. I want you to start slowly. Just lick lightly around the outside of my pussy and slowly build up the intensity before you actually penetrate my pussy with your tongue. Just try to think of what you like your husband to do to you and do that to me. After you give me an orgasm I will do the same for you.”  Then Suzi lay back on the bed and spread he legs.

 Christy made two false starts before she actually made contact with Suzi’s pussy and that was just a very light touch with the tip of her tongue. Christy made several more passes each time increasing the pressure and the area covered with her tongue. It seemed like five minutes passed before Christy could actually make herself lick Suzi’s pussy from bottom to top, but once she did it the first time she got into it in a big way. Within just a few minutes Christy was pushing her tongue as far inside Suzi as she could go and seemed to enjoy the pleasure she was giving Suzi. 




An Exchange of Fantasies



It wasn’t hard to tell that Suzi was enjoying herself as she was moaning very loudly and giving Christy encouragement. A short time later Suzi shouted “I’m coming! I’m Coming! Oh God that’s good. Lick my clit, suck me. Oh Christy your great.” 

While Suzi’s was having her orgasm my cock exploded filling my pants with hot cum, but I didn’t care. Christy slowed her pace but kept licking and kissing Suzi’s pussy until her orgasm had subsided. Then Suzi sat up on the bed, leaned over and gave Christy a big kiss on the mouth and began kissing and licking all of the pussy juice off my wife’s face.

Suzi told Christy to stand up then she pulled Christy’s panties down and helped her step out of them. Suzi stood up and told Christy to sit on the bed and get ready for pleasure. Christy lay on the bed the same way that Suzi had been.  Suzi got down on her knees between Christy’s legs and spent a minute studying her pussy then she spent another couple of minutes smelling Christy’s pussy and finally she began to lick and suck on Christy’s already wet pussy. It took Suzi only a couple of minutes to get Christy moaning and calling out encouragement. Within ten minutes Christy had an intense orgasm, after which the two women climbed up on the bed and cuddled in each others arms for a while. After a few minutes of cuddling Suzi and Christy began gently kissing each other gradually increasing the passion and the areas of attention.

Suzi maneuvered them into a 69 position and they began pleasuring each other. They were doing things at a very relaxed pace and each of them seemed to be enjoying the touch and feel of the other. Christy was the first to speak. She said, “This was more wonderful that I ever imagined it could be. If I had known sex with another woman was this good I would have tried it sooner.”

Suzi said, “I had forgotten how good it can be with the right person and you are definitely the right person. Do you think you would like to have sex with me on a regular basis? I would love that.”

 “Right now I can think of all kinds of things I would like to do to you on a regular basis. One thing I would really love to do is to have you join my husband and me in bed. I would love to watch George fuck you and fill your pussy with his cum, then I could go down on that beautiful pussy of yours and suck George’s cum out of your cunt.”

, “I would love that, and I would like to do the same with my husband. He has often said that he would love to have a three way with you and me. Maybe we could get John and George involve with us so that we can enjoy each other without having to sneak around.”

Christy said that she thought that was a great idea. I have to say that I like the way these two women think. After that the activity on the bed picked up intensity and soon both women had orgasms. After relaxing for a few minutes Christy and Suzi got off the bed and began to get dressed. When Christy had put her panties on she said, “My pussy is still so wet that these panties will be soaked in no time.” Suzi laughed and stepped up to Christy and put her hand on the crotch of Christy’s panties and began rubbing them into Christy’s pussy. Then Christy began doing the same thing to Suzi. They were both laughing and Christy said, “Well now we both have wet panties what should we do now?”

Suzi said, “I have an idea. Take you panties off.” Both women removed their panties and Suzi said “Okay, give me your panties.” When Christy gave her panties to Suzi, Suzi gave her panties to Christy and said, “Here put these on.” Christy didn’t move for a second as she watched Suzi putting on the panties she had just removed. Then Christy suddenly understood and put on Suzi’s wet panties. Suzi patted Christy on her pussy and said, Now we are pussy sisters.” Both women laughed. Christy said, “ This is great. Instead of feeling like I am wearing wet panties I will be excited to know the dampness I feel is from your pussy.”

Suzi looked at her watch and said that she had to hurry to get home before John and she quickly got dressed, kissed Christy and left. As soon as the front door closed I was out of the closet and all over Christy. As I was fucking Christy for the second time that evening she asked, “How do you feel about what Suzi and I talked about. Would you like to fuck Suzi and let John fuck me?”

I said, “That sounds like a great idea to me.



Chapter 6 Special Delivery

It had been five weeks since Christy had fulfilled my fantasy when she came home from work and told me that she was expecting a special delivery from Jim Carpendar. It just happened that a packaged addressed to Christy was mistakenly delivered to Jim Carpendar’s department that morning. Jim Carpendar had called Christy several times during the day to arrange to get the package to her but she always managed to be away from her office when he called. Finally at the end of the day Christy called Jim and told him that the package was very important and could he drop it off at our house on his way home. Jim jokingly asked, “Will your husband be home?” and Christy told him that I was out of town. Jim then quickly agreed to deliver the package.

I was a little nervous as I waited upstairs because this would be the first time I would actually see my wife getting fucked by another man. Luckily I didn’t have to wait very long. Jim arrived about a half hour after I got home. Jim was a big good looking guy with a very confident air about him. Christy invited him into the house and offered him a drink as a way to thank him for going out of his way to bring the package to her. Jim accepted and followed Christy into the kitchen while she made the drink. While they were in the kitchen, Jim told Christy that she had a nice house and he liked the way the kitchen was set up. They brought their drinks into the living room and continued making small talk. Jim was being very polite and it didn’t look as thought he was going to even make a pass at Christy.  When Jim finished his drink Christy asked him if he would like a refill.
When she did that a smile came over Jim’s face. He said, “So, is you husband really out of town?”

Christy said, “Yes, he’ll be back late tonight.”

Then Jim said, “This is quite interesting. Your husbands out of town and you invite me in for drinks. You know what I think?”  

Christy said ,”No.” 

Jim continued, “I think you heard stories about my big cock and you thought with hubby out of town maybe you’d like to see it, take it for a ride. Am I right?”


Christy suddenly looked nervous as she said, “I don’t know what you mean and I don’t like the way you’re talking to me.”

 I was getting very concerned. I was going to have to find a way to stop this, but I couldn’t just come down the stairs and say ‘Honey I’m home.’ I decided that if I had to I would go into the bedroom and call Suzi or John and ask them to come knock at the door, but for now I would just watch and see what happens. 

 Jim started again, “It’s okay. Lots of the women at work have heard about me and eventually they get curious and have to check it out for themselves. Because I have always had the hots for you anyway I will make it easy for you.” Then Jim stood up and pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees exposing the biggest cock I had ever seen in the flesh. I have seen bigger in porno movies but never in person. It must have been seven inches long and it wasn’t even erect. I judged that it would get a least nine inches long and two and a half inches thick when it was aroused. When I looked at Christy the look on her face was a cross between fear and lust. I could tell that she wanted that cock but she was a little afraid of Jim. As Jim continued to remove his clothes Christy just sat transfixed by the sight of this massive piece of flesh. Once he had his pants off Jim sat down next to Christy on the couch and put his arm around her shoulder. He didn’t do it in a threatening way, there was something gentle in his movements. I guess he realized that there was something frightening in the size of his wand. Jim began to speak to Christy in a soft voice, “Go ahead Christy, we both know you want to touch it so just do it.” Christy sat frozen so Jim took her hand and placed it on his cock and slide her hand up and down the length of it. When Jim let go of Christy’s hand she continued to stroke his growing cock. After a couple of minutes it reached full size. As I suspected it was nine or maybe nine and a half inches long and a good two and a half inches thick. As Christy watched Jim’s cock growing to full length she started using both hands to stroke it. 

Jim moved the arm that he had put around Christy’s shoulder and put his hand on the back of her head and said to Christy, “I want you to suck my cock now. Put as much of it in your mouth as you can and make love to it.” With his hand he guided Christy’s mouth toward his massive member. Christy didn’t need much encouragement. She began licking the shinny knob on top and soon was sliding a little more than four inches into her mouth. That was the most she could get in her mouth. Then she began running her tongue up and down the shaft and sucking and kissing every square inch of this huge cock. She even licked and sucked his balls into her mouth and from the look on Jim’s face she was doing a good job. When Jim had enough of the blowjob he stood up and told Christy to get ready to be fucked. She just lay back on the couch, pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties off, then she spread her legs wide to receive Jim’s tool. 

Jim got on the couch between Christy’s legs and lowered himself down until the head of his cock was just touching Christy’s cunt lips. Jim told her to help guide his cock into her pussy. Christy reached between then with her right hand and positioned the head of Jim’s cock on the opening of her love tunnel and began pushing his cock into her pussy. Watching this was no longer making me nervous, now I was just plain excited. I could drive nails with the hard on I had right then. 

What really surprised me was how little time it took for Jim to bury his whole cock in Christy’s pussy. Jim was being somewhat gentle as he took long slow strokes in and out of her. I could tell by Christy’s breathing that she was getting hotter by the second. After just a few minutes of fucking she was beginning to moan indicating that she was about to have an orgasm. When her orgasm hit, it was loud and intense. From the time that Jim had dropped his pants and right through her orgasm Christy had not spoken. She moaned a lot and she screamed a little, but no words were spoken. Christy was approaching her second orgasm when I noticed Jim’s buttocks clench and his fluid fucking motion changed to a faster jerky motion as he exploded inside Christy’s cunt in the middle of her second orgasm. When they had both come down from their orgasm Jim stood up and leaned over so that his cock was in front of Christy’s face. Christy opened her mouth and began licking and sucking him clean. 

While Christy just lay there, Jim went into the kitchen and got a beer and came back to the living room and quietly drank it. Neither of them spoke the whole time Jim was drinking. When he had finished the beer Jim went over to Christy and asked, “Would you like to have another go at that or would you rather I leave now?”  Christy didn’t say a word. She just reached for his cock and pulled him to her and began giving Jim another blowjob.  It took a while but she was able to get him hard again. This time Christy got on her hands and knees on the couch and Jim got behind her and pushed his cock into her from behind. Jim gave her a good fucking and after some time he deposited another load of his cum deeper inside Christy’s cunt then anyone else ever had. During this time Christy also had another orgasm. As soon as Jim pulled his softening cock out of her pussy, Christy rolled over on her back and indicated that she wanted Jim to let her suck his cock again. After Christy had cleaned Jim’s cock of all the extra fluids he said, “ I think I had better get going. Maybe we can do this again sometime.”  

Christy looked at him, smiled and said “Maybe sometime.” Then Jim quickly dressed and left.

As I looked down on Christy from the loft she signaled for me to come down stairs to her. When I got to her side Christy smiled and said, “Did you see that thing? I thought it would cut me in two. Look at my pussy, does it look all right?”

I looked down her body to her pussy. The whole area was a little puffy but it didn’t look injured. What got me was that cum was slowly raising to the surface of her pussy slowly filling her slit and leaking down her crack toward her ass. I told her, “You pussy looks wonderful like the proverbial cream pie.”

Christy responded, “Well if it looks that good start eating.”

I didn’t hesitate I just dove right in. This was the most semen I had encountered in Christy’s pussy but I seemed to be developing a taste for it. There was so much cum in there it took me two of Christy’s orgasms and twenty minutes to get her clean.

Epilog

Later that night as we lay in bed I asked Christy if she was satisfied with the way her fantasies worked out. She said that they were even better than she imagined and then asked me about my fantasy. I told her that watching her with Suzi was better than any fantasy I ever had about them together and that helping her with her fantasies was more fun that I thought it would be. I then asked. “Of all the things we did which would you like to do again?”

Christy said, “There are just two things I would like to do again. I would like to have sex with Bill Jasper at another of his parties. He is so good at eating pussy and I love sucking on that little cock of his. It’s like having sex with a teenager. The second repeat I would like is making love to Suzi. I really want to put my tongue inside her again.”

I smiled at Christy and said, “Lucky you, Bill is planning a party next month and I invited John and Suzi over this Saturday night.



An Exchange



Her release came in the oddest of ways. Dorn began to cum in her mouth. He was far back and she choked, spitting him violently out and his ejaculation began to spurt all over her face and neck as she lay helplessly on top of Medvedenko. 

Medvedenko cried out as spit and sperm landed on his face below her. Dorn began to jack off over her face and spill himself onto her forehead and cheeks. Nina caught her breath just as Dorn was finishing his orgasm. Medvedenko was furious, violent after his embarrassment he tried to get up. 

"Let me up. Move off me." He exclaimed and Sorin pulled out of Nina shocking her. 

Medvedenko rolled her off his belly and she spilled weakly to the floor on unsteady limbs. Pushing herself up on all floors Nina tried to remember how to move when Medvedenko lifted her head by her hair and shoved his stained cock into her mouth. 

Gagging on the filthy taste of his cock with faeces on it, Nina tried to get away while he gripped her tight, pulling her hair and fucking her face. It didn't last long, thankfully. Medvedenko pulled out and furiously pounded his pecker.

As Nina spat out the foul taste in her mouth Medvedenko pulled her hair tilting her face up so he could cum on her.

"There it is you slut. There it is. This is what you deserve." He spurted his load across her face and into her hair. "You slut. You fucking whore." Over and over he cursed at her, his words married to the jets of his sperm landing on her beautiful face

Then he forced his cock back into her mouth and Nina, having heard the magic word Whore, returned to her role and cleaned his stained member with her obliging mouth. Lapping at him she bathed his short length with her reluctant tongue. 

Immersed in the role Nina debased herself happily. Knowing that she was in part doing this to hurt Konstantin she was more willing to engage in this repellent act. It made it more sexually charged somehow. 

It gave her permission to be as perverted as she could. Her conscience simply blamed Konstantin for the degenerate things she actually wanted to do deep inside. 

Lowering her mouth from Medvedenko's knob she lapped his balls lewdly looking him right in the eye letting him see her acceptance of his abuse. Showing him she was willing to be spoken to like a whore she licked lower and began to clean his asshole with her worthless tongue. 

The nerdy teacher squatted over her face giving her more access to his bung hole. Nina licked him clean as cum dribbled down her face and his balls pressed down onto her nose. 

This was the most mortifying experience of her life. On all fours she licked a man's ass, a man she had always felt to be her inferior, while his jism drizzled down her face. 

Then to make it more vulgar Sorin once more fitted his manhood into her slit and began to fuck her upturned, eager pussy. 

Medvedenko staggered away, finished with her. Sorin hammered into her making her whimper with pain filled pleasure. Nina spat out lint and other matter she didn't care to think about as she winced from how hard Sorin was driving himself into her tender little pussy. 

Before it got too bad Sorin pulled out and moved to her face. Kneeling, ready to receive another disgrace Nina tilted back her face and held out her tongue for his load. Sorin jerked off while pressing his knob on her outstretched tongue. 

When he erupted his cum went right across her tongue and into her mouth. Then he began to aim his spurts around her face, making sure to spray all over her visage. Accepting her befoulment with humility Nina knelt before him patiently as Sorin squeezed every drop of his seed onto her skin.

When Sorin drifted away Nina felt fatigue settle into her body. Feeling faint from her ordeal she scrambled to the bed and flopped down on it spread eagle on her back. Not caring if the men stared at her nudity she felt utterly bare before them having allowed them to taint her totally with their defilement. 

But she had forgotten something. Someone. 

Nina saw a shadow block the light and opened her eyes. 

Ilya was standing over her with his huge erection in his hand.

"I'm not finished Nina."

Stunned she lay unmoving as he crawled up onto the bed between her legs and proceeded to aim his enormous cock at her abused slot once more. Nina lay passively, too tired to protest, trembling with the afterglow of more orgasms than she had ever had in such a short amount of time. 

Ilya pressed his hot knob to her slick opening and eased the tip between her swollen lips. His cock looked to be the size of her calf. Sprawled weakly on the bed she tried to relax and accept him inside once more.

As his massive member pried her open Nina felt the pleasure of being opened, the heat of being stretched wide, then the searing intensity of his huge knob opening her raw pussy as wide as possible.

Fascinated, she saw her tiny lips spread endlessly around him and her petite body accepting that mammoth tube of meat. When his cockhead popped past her outer ring of muscle Nina felt relief. When she saw his pole disappear inside and her flat tummy bulge where he filled her she began to climax.

More and more Ilya fed his mighty tool into her churning insides. Nina's climax was powerful but her body was too weak to be tense. Feebly she lay supine, panting, as she allowed him to stuff as much of himself into her tiny body as he could. 

When he felt resistance and saw her wincing with pain Ilya pulled out. His knob scraped the sensitive skin of her vagina driving her wild with stimulation. It hurt but it was the best kind of hurt imaginable. 

This was the hurt of total satisfaction.

When Ilya pressed back into her Nina found herself trembling with lust. Her orgasm intensified and she reached up for his arms as an anchor to keep her from passing out. 

Then he pulled back and she enjoyed feeling hollow and desolate because she knew soon he would fill her up once more. When he did Nina felt a spasm of sharp hunger. Nina wanted all of Ilya, not just the meagre amount of him she took earlier in the evening. Nina needed to be filled by him... all of him. 

Spreading her legs wider she held herself open for him. 

"Come on fuck me. Fill me up big man. I want it all." she urged. "Do it. Fuck me hard."

Ilya grunted and thrust deeper making her gasp as places inside were expanded wider than ever before. Clenching shut her eyes Nina focused on opening herself for him. Sweating and moaning she held her legs open with her hands and bent her will to relaxing her pussy for him.

Over and over Ilya shoved himself deep into Nina and she whined and mewled her need, begging him to fill her with all of himself.

"More. I want it all. Please!" 

Nina's firm flat tummy was distended with the amount of cock crammed inside. Whimpering she shook from head to toe with spasms of orgasmic anguish. With each of Ilya's lunges into her Nina pried open her eyes to see how much of him remained outside her clasping pussy. 

Inch after inch she accommodating more of his girth inside her overtaxed vagina but he still had two inches of mammoth shaft left to cram inside. Tears seeped from her eyes as frustration and discomfort mixed with the overwhelming tension of her continuous climax. 

"Don't stop Ilya. Do not stop until it's all inside me." She hissed.

Obediently Ilya shoved forward deeper into her tightness and Nina lost herself in merciless bliss. Falling back on the bed she began to quake with the most violent orgasm yet. Her exhausted body vibrated violently from head to toe as Nina lost herself in exquisite torment.

Painfully aware of what Ilya was doing Nina was helpless to pull her mind form the lacerating loop of pain/pleasure she was on. Her body converted the sting of being stretched into the lash of delight as fast as it could but periodically her brain couldn't make the switch fast enough and pain flared in her core making her cry out with distress. 

Then eventually the obsession to take satisfaction from her abuse would take over and transform what seemed unbearable and exploitative into something ecstatic and amazing. When this happened her mind would thrill with the delight she achieved bliss in the midst of defilement. 

Prying open her eyes once more she saw that all of Ilya's cock was now wedged inside her tiny body. In the brief glimpse she took of his belly pressed to her shaved mound, her lips stretched wide, her belly bulging with his girth Nina gasped and exploded in profound rapture.

Darkness enveloped her mind and Nina saw nothing. Feeling only tingling needles of ecstasy stabbing into her body from every nerve in her overwrought sex she blindly fell into the deepest layers of pleasure. 

Time was meaningless and the world a distant memory as her cunt was pierced exquisitely with throbbing delight. Hands groped her breasts enriching her orgasm with more stimulation. This goaded her further. Nina followed the pleasure and chased the nightmare of hedonistic gratification down into the darkest part of her soul.

Deep inside where she had never looked Nina found a part of herself she hadn't known existed. This vile part of her reveled in her repugnant behaviour. It had long wanted her to explore this side of herself. The darkness relished being the plaything of these men. The grasping, insatiable demon inside wanted more depravity, more humiliation. 

Nina looked deep inside herself at this creature she found and chose then to reject it. There was no love here, no compassion. Nina was a being of light and love which was why Konstantin's betrayal had hurt so much. It was his actions that had driven her to this sordid place. 

In the midst of the most powerful orgasm of her live Nina faced her darkest self and shunned it. This one night she would indulge it and take pleasure from her abuse, urging it on, but after this there was no more need to challenge her sanity with self-abuse. 

Nina found she was stronger than she thought and that she was not broken by her humiliation. Rather she found it liberating to know she could defile herself utterly and come out of it stronger for having done so. 

Opening her eyes she was just in time to witness the next part of her journey. 

Ilya wrenched himself from her gaping slot and spilled a huge load of sperm onto her heaving stomach. Gouts of thick jism spilled onto her soft skin, pooling in her tiny belly button and splashing over her abdominals. 

Quaking with the aftershocks of euphoria Nina watched dispassionately as the big man sully her beautiful body with his seed. After her own climax and the discovery of her inner demon she no longer cared about what these men thought or did. 

Stained from top to bottom in sperm Nina lay back on the bed contentedly. They had given her everything they had and she was whole and safe in the end. They had tried to take everything from her pillaging the beauty of her form but never touching the steel of her being.

Smiling contentedly Nina watched them dress as she sprawled uncaring. They looked at her, besmirched and soiled. Whatever they thought of her matter no more than the passing of the wind. Nina was free. She had saved her travel money and taken more abuse than she imagined she would have to face in a strange, scary, new city.

The men all took a moment to study her one last time as they passed out the door. In the hall Konstantin peered passed them as they left trying to see her on the bed. 

Nina forced her fatigued body to rise and go to the door as Ilya, the last to leave, reached the exit. Damp and glistening from sweat and sperm Nina pushed the door closed behind Ilya not giving Konstantin the satisfaction of seeing her so utterly desecrated.

His eyes tried to find hers to beseech her forgiveness but that door, as well as the physical one to their apartment, was closed to him forever. 

Nina locked it and went to the shower to wash off her humiliation but her soul was already becoming clean. By the time she was finished scrubbing the taint from her skin Nina felt happy and sleepy. 

She went to bed and dreamed of the other phone calls she had made with Konstantin's phone. Her trip to Moscow was booked for three days from now. Soon she would be where she was meant to be. 

That had been the best and worse experience of her life and she would never forget being so wonderfully, satisfyingly fucked.