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My Obsession

By: mytasteislikecandy



Another day at the office, finished. I was so thankful that it was Friday. I paid the cabby and then opened the cab door, struggling to pull my briefcase and Kenneth Cole purse out of the door before the overzealous cab driver zoomed off to find another fare. I had barely slammed the door when he raced off, going to make another dollar in the Big Apple. I cursed as I tripped over the curb, almost snapping the heel off my shoe. The cold New York wind whipped my long hair across my face, stinging my cheeks. I swore that one day I was going to move, but nowhere else paid as much for Interior Design as New Yorkers did. I climbed the 9 stairs to the front door of my building where Arthur, the doorman, stood waiting. 

"Good evening, Miss Smythe." He said as he helped me into the lobby. 

"Thank you, Arthur." I replied, already moving toward my mailbox to pick up another day's junk mail. As I was leaning over to open my bottom box, I caught a glimpse of red out of the corner of my eye. I straightened up and looked to my left where a tall black man was headed out of the building. His red tie was flying back over his shoulder, so at least I'd figured out what had caught my attention. I examined him from behind, noting his smooth bald head, his broad shoulders and strong looking back. He was wearing a well cut dark gray business suit that fit him like it had been designed only for him. Hell, if he can afford living here, I thought, it probably was tailored just for him. My eyes followed his form down the stairs where he disappeared into a cab. I smiled wistfully and headed toward the elevator, which would take me upstairs to my lonely apartment and my ever loyal cat. 

Over the next few weeks, my fascination with the man I had seen in the lobby became almost an obsession. I'd always caught glimpses of him leaving the building. I assumed that the reason I was so infatuated was because I hadn't seen his face yet. Maybe when that happened, I could put an end to this foolishness. You see, I had become quite intrigued with discovering who he was. His name was Damon, he lived in the apartment directly above mine, and he was not married. This I had learned from Arthur. Poor old guy didn't even realize why I wanted to know. I was just good at working it into our conversations. I'd even taken to strolling Damon's hallway in front of his apartment, hoping for a chance meeting. It was bound to happen one day. I just hoped it was sooner rather than later. Some nights I could hear him moving around upstairs, some old soul or new R and B music playing on his stereo. On those nights, I'd imagine I was there with him, snuggled up on his couch, sharing our dreams. I'd even begun to masturbate to the thoughts of him, making myself come, imagining it was his hard cock inside of me, instead of the very lifelike black one I'd purchased a week ago. I had started to think I was losing it. 

One night, after an amazingly bad day at work, I was sitting on my couch sipping a glass of zinfandel. I had just seen Damon leaving by yet another yellow cab, so I knew my chances of meeting him in his hall tonight were slim to none. But for some reason, I told myself I'd stroll by before I went out that evening. I took extreme care in getting ready for my night out. I took a long shower, shaving my legs and my pussy so that both were equally smooth. A girl could never be too prepared, was my motto. I slipped on a pair of sheer black thigh highs, a short black skirt that showed off my full rounded ass, and a red corset that laced up the front. My breasts looked like they were about to spill out the top, but that was the look I was going for. I knew I was a pretty girl. Being half Filipina and half Puerto Rican definitely helped. But sometimes, even pretty girls need some added features. I slipped on my black pumps, grabbed my purse, and was out the door. I rode the elevator to Damon's floor and exited two apartments down from his. I moved casually in that direction, not expecting anything other than the usual tonight. When I was directly across from his door, I glanced at it and stopped dead in my tracks. His door was open. Just an inch or so, but OPEN! I couldn't believe what thoughts were racing through my mind. I told myself that he wasn't home. I could sneak in, find a picture, and maybe all this nonsense could be put to rest. I took a deep breath and before my determination could leave me, I pushed his door wide and entered his living room. I left the door open just an inch and looked around the apartment of my obsession. 

His furniture was nice. Black leather with chrome and glass tables. Very modern. I promised myself I'd find one picture and leave. I moved toward his fireplace were there were several silver-framed photos. I had just picked one up and was staring at his face when I heard the door crash open behind me. I froze……I was caught.

I turned slowly toward the door , finally face to face with my obsession, who it seems is about to become my downfall. I smiled weakly and put the picture back on the mantle. I bit my lip and tried to think of something to say, but my mind drew a complete blank. Not only did I look like a thief, I must have seemed pretty stupid too. I ran my sweaty palms over the tight fitting skirt I was wearing and took a hesitant step toward Damon. I did have to admit, even though I was scared shitless, that he was everything I had imagined and more. I'd been hoping he'd be ugly so I could get him off my mind, but that wasn't going to be possible anymore. His face was gorgeous, not to mention the body hiding under that suit. I'd hoped that we could have met on better terms...guess I wasn't going to gain a boyfriend out of this situation. 

"Hi," I started to say, "I'm your neighbor from downstairs....I was walking by when I no..not..noticed your door was open......" I faltered as he took a silent step toward me. I almost wished he was yelling or something. This ominous silence could NOT be a good sign. "Well, guess I'll be going now." I said and started to walk briskly toward the door.

Instead of making it out of his apartment, he cut me off. He had began to walk in my direction, and when I headed for the only escape I could see, he stepped in front of me. "Where do you think you're going? You come up into my house like you own the shit, now you think you're getting out that easy? I worked hard to get in this apartment. Some little girl isn't going to just walk in univited and start going through my shit. You like going through people's shit or something?" As he spoke, he pressed up on me, causing me to retreat backwards until I was pressed up against the wall. He stared down at me, his chest almost brushing mine.

Gathering my words, I decided it was best to just be honest. "You see..the truth is....well....I'm not sure how to put this. So guess I'll just say it. I've seen you around the last couple of weeks, and I guess I've become a bit obsessed. I only see your back....I've been dying to see your face. So, when I walked by your apartment tonight and saw the door open, well, I thought I'd just come see one picture. Then I might be able to get you out of my head." 

I looked up into his face, but the menacing expression caused me to drop my gaze back to our feet. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but it definitely was not going to be him asking me out on a date.

He pinned me against the wall, and looked down on me. As I looked into his eyes and saw the intensity smoldering underneath his GQ appearance, I felt my heart drop into my feet. This was bad. Really bad. I never imagined that I would be able to tell what a man was thinking just by looking into his eyes. But with this one, I could. He was battling himself, unsure if he wanted to throttle me or fuck the shit out of me. I was hoping for the latter, deep down. But I didn't want it like this. I wanted him to put on some jazz, light candles, and love me down the way I deserved. I didn't want to be raped. He leaned down and pressed his mouth against mine roughly, sucking my lower lip into his mouth and biting on it. I cried out and pushed against his chest, struggling to get away. I knew what part of him had won. And it wasn't going to be my physical death, only my spiritual one. 

He stopped kissing me long enough to say, "So you want to get to know me, huh? Well I'll show you more than you EVER wanted to know." With that he crushed his mouth back against mine, his hands squeezing my breasts roughly, pinching the nipples through the thin material of my corset. I put my hands against his chest and pushed as hard as I could. He didn't budge. Guess my small frame was no match for his. So I tried another tactic. I brought my knee up, hard, aiming for his groin. I made contact, but not hard enough to injure him. Only enough to anger him. I twisted my mouth out from under his and pushed again, this time he stumbled back a few steps. I stepped out around him and darted for the door. However, the heels I had worn to be attractive were now a hindrance. The 3 inch stiletto caught in his rug and I tripped, sprawling face first onto his floor. I rolled onto my back and scooted away, but not fast enough. He was on me in an instant.

He fell on top of me, crushing me underneath his solid mass of muscle. He grips my waist and flips me over onto my stomach as if I weigh nothing. He slaps my rounded ass hard and I cry out. I cannot fucking believe that this is happening to me. I squirm underneath him, my full ass pushing up into his crotch. 

"Let me go! You can't get away with this! Everyone knows who I am, they'll come after you if you do this. Please just let me leave. I won't say anything. I promise, no one will ever know. Just me and you. And I'll stop following you. I won't bother you anymore, god, pleaseplease just let me go." I don't want to but I feel myself starting to cry. My lip is quivering and I can feel tears forming in my eyes. 

"Is this what you've been thinking about?" he hisses in my ear, slapping my ass again. 

I shake my head, crying for real now as the implications of what is about to occur flash through my mind. "No, its not! I don't want it like this! Please, let me go...we can talk, god don't rape me! I've wanted you for weeks, but not like this." I squirm again, trying to crawl from under him to no avail. I'm trapped. I only hope that he doesn't hurt me too bad. It seems that there's no getting out of the mess I've gotten myself into. I finally go limp, my cheek pressed into the carpet as tears roll down my face. I lie there under him, waiting for his next move.

He pushed up my skirt, reavealing my skimpy black thong and the tops of my thigh highs. He rubs my ass gently for a moment but then grabs my panties at the waistband and jerks them roughly. I tried not to whimper when he ripped my thongs off. As my ass became bared to the coolness of the room, I began to cry a little harder. This was horrible. I'd never imagined getting raped. I'd always been one of those girls who thought it would never happen to them. I clenched my fists into his carpet as I felt his mouth touch the skin of my lower back. As his mouth moved down over my rounded ass cheeks I closed my eyes, praying that this would be quick. Maybe he's a one minute man, I thought to myself, tears pouring down my face in a stready stream. 

As his tongue traced the cleft of my ass, I felt my pussy spasm. Oh god no! This couldn't be exciting me. Being raped was not my idea of pleasure. Yet here I was, my pussy overtaking my mind. I could feel my clit tingle as his tongue licked my ass cheek and then my pussy got wet. I hoped to god that he didn't realize that I was getting turned on. It would only make him smug and make this more humiliating for me. I closed my eyes and prayed for him to make it quick.

He pushes me up onto my knees, his hands using the backs of my thighs to position me. "I can smell you." he says, pressing his nose against my ever-dampening pussy. "You know you want this, girl. Don't even lie." With that he buries his face in my cunt, his tongue lapping at my slit. I moan and his mouth centers in on my clit, sucking it into his mouth. It feels like he's trying to swallow my pussy and god does it feel good. I couldn't believe this. Here I was, on my knees, face shoved into a carpet while some stranger licked my pussy! And I was fucking loving it! I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my face deeper into the deep rug. I didn't want him to hear the moans coming from deep within my body. I gripped the rug and tried to keep my ass from pushing back against his face when his skilled tongue circled my throbbing clit. I swallowed and bit my lips, my pussy growing wetter by the minute. I knew he knew. His face buried itself in my steaming cunt and his full lips sucked on my clit, causing my hips to betray me. I felt my body losing control as I began rocking on my knees, making my pussy press against his mouth harder. I wiggled my ass a bit, rubbing my juices all over his face. I could feel an orgasm beginning, and dammit, if he was going to humiliate me like this, than I was at least going to come! I spread my legs farther and felt my clit tightening as my release grew nearer. I began whimpering and shaking, wanting to come so badly.

I groan in disappointment as I feel Damon's mouth abandon my soaked pussy. He grabs my hair and pulls me up so that my body is pressed against his. I sob again, this time in frustration. I feel his mouth on my neck, but I want it back on my pussy. Then I realize that I'm able to move. He's released my hair and is just holding onto my arms lightly as he kisses my neck. He must think that I'm going to give in. Hell no! True, I'm horny as hell and want to come, but I'm not getting off during a rape. I'll take care of myself once I'm out of his apartment. 

I decide to play along for a bit, letting him kiss down my neck to my shoulder. I try to ignore the ever growing tingle in my pussy so that I am level headed when I make my move. I wiggle my ass back against his growing cock. I'm amazed to feel the size of it. I've never had one like that before! Once again, my will falters as I wonder what it would feel like to be fucked with that thing. I swallow and push the thought out of my head. I feel his hands cup my full breasts through my corset, squeezing them and pulling at the erect nipples. When his hands let go and slide down my tummy, I decide that I have to move SOON. I feel his hands slide around my back to the snap on my skirt. Just before he gets a grasp on the material, I throw myself forward onto my hands and knees and start crawling frantically toward the door. I manage to push my body away from his without him getting a good hold on me. I scramble to my feet and run, this time making sure my heel doesn't catch on something. I actually have the doorknob in my hand when I feel him slam into me from behind, mashing my breasts against the hard wood of his door. I scream, but his hand clamps around my mouth, shutting the yell off before its even started. 

"Now you've pissed me off." he growls in my ear as he begins to drag me backward. I close my eyes and wonder what the hell is going to happen now. He drags me into the dining room and throws me forward onto his table. I grip the tablecloth in my hands to keep myself from falling over. He grabs my skirt and yanks it up around my waist, baring my naked ass and wet pussy to the cold air. He slides one finger deep into me and begins pulling it in and out. Hell, even his finger feels large enough to be a cock. I feel him fumbling with his pants and I cringe as his large cock falls out, slapping me on my ass. It's so big that I can feel the head touching the small of my back. I don't think I can take all of him. I just know he's gonna hurt me if he tries. I give up. Totally and completely. I lie there, my breasts flat against the dining room table, my legs spread, and his huge hand holding my head down. I close my eyes and waited for the inevitable. All of my fight was gone. I'd take what he gave and then go home. Not even to the police. This was my fault. If I hadn't become an obsessed bitch I definitely wouldn't be where I was. If I'd approached him in a normal way, maybe I'd be getting the royal treatment, instead of this rough abuse. I sighed as the fleshy head of his dick stroked my pussy. His hand squeezed around my neck and one grasped my hip as he slid his length deep inside of me. My traitorous pussy clasped around his hardness and I heard him sigh. I hadn't been fucked in months, so I knew I was tight. And I definitely hadn't been with anyone of his size. I instinctively tightened my pussy around him and pressed back a little, my ass jiggling as it hit his hips. I bit my lip and waited for him to start thrusting....part of me now wanting it.

He began shoving into me, his dick stabbing deep inside. I groaned into the tablecloth as I felt myself being lifted higher onto my toes from his hard thrusts. My pussy was clenched around his dick and I could feel the orgasm rebuilding. It didn't take long for me to get back to the level I had been at when his mouth was the one providing the pleasure. Both of his hands were now on my hips, pulling me up and into his thrusts, which provided the deepest penetration imagined. I could feel the head of his cock brushing my cervix with every push. I lifted my head from the table and braced myself on my hands. Arching my back I began to move my hips in small circles so that the feeling of him driving into me was supplemented with the feeling of my soaking pussy swirling around him. He groaned again and grasped my hips tighter, his cock pressing into me harder. I cried out at the feeling and began using my hands to push back just as hard as he was pushing forward. The feeling was un-fucking-believable! I pushed myself away from the edge of the table a bit, just enough that one of my hands could slide down to finger my clit. I applied a bit of pressure to my tingling clit and felt my orgasm grow closer. God, I hoped he let me come this time. 

When he started thrusting faster, meeting me push for shove, I thought I was in heaven. I could feel my heart beating faster and my climax coming closer. I started moaning out loud and rubbing my clit with more pressure. I could sense he wanted to come too. Just when I felt my pussy clamp and my clit start pulsing, everything stopped. He jerked his cock out of me, leaving me pushing my ass back at nothing. I cried out in frustration and slid my fingers down to fill the void that his large dick had left. Before I could make myself come, he whispered in my ear, "You better not come yet! Don't you even think about it!" He picked me up and I whimpered as I felt myself pressed against his muscular chest. I slid my arms around his neck and snuggled my face into his shoulder, not wanting him to see the need in my eyes. I heard him chuckle as he strode down what I assumed was the hallway leading to his room. I licked my lips and tasted him. I started pressing kisses to his pecs, licking the thin sheen of sweat that had formed from our fucking. He groaned and then suddenly I felt myself being tossed. I landed in the center of his huge bed so forcefully that my corset ripped and my left breast was bared. I crossed my arms over my chest and scooted back toward the edge of the bed. He sensed what I was doing and shook his head, staring at me menacingly. I stopped and waited for the next move.

"Strip for me. Now!" he said. I must have looked at him like he was fucking out of his mind. When he ordered me to strip, my mind refused to acknowledge the command at first. No man had ever told me to strip for him, and I never would have considered it if he had. I'm way too shy for that kind of bullshit. And now that my rapist was telling me to, I was actually considering it. What the fuck was wrong with me? I licked my lips again....I knew that all this lip licking was probably turning him on, but its a bad habit. After checking out his tight body and then finally seeing the hardness I'd been about to come all over, I decided that I didn't care how I came, I just had to. And if he wanted me to strip, then dammit, I'd strip. And I'd make him want me at the same time. Not just my pussy, but ME. I nodded slowly and smiled seductively. I know he felt the change come over me and was actually confused. I strolled over to his stereo system and knelt before it. I could tell he was staring at me as I looked through his cds and finally picked one. I slid it into his cd player, after figuring out how the damned thing worked. As I picked the selection, I told him to sit down on the bed. I heard it squeak as he actually did what he was told. 


My Obsession



As the first strains of "Red Light Special" by TLC flowed through the room, I could tell he was shocked that I was actually getting into this. I turned my back to him and began rolling my hips to the music, running my hands over my bare ass and squeezing. I eased down the zipper on my skirt and pushed it down around my waist, leaving me wearing my black thigh highs and a corset. I turned to him and strolled toward him, my hands covering my pussy. Stopping in front of where he sat, I started unlacing my corset. I did it slowly, only allowing him glimpses of the flesh beneath. I pulled my long hair over my shoulders and dropped the corset to the floor. My hair now covered my breasts, only my taut nipples showing through. I straddled him on the bed, my knees on either side of his thighs. I ran my hands over his chest and then leaned down to suck on one of his nipples. I heard him gasp and his hands slowly pushed my hair back over my shoulders. My breasts were now exposed and he took the opportunity to start stroking them. I moaned and moved my hips in circles, following the rhythms of the song perfectly. I could feel the head of his cock on my pussy, so I knew he could feel how wet I was. As the song ended, I whispered in his ear, "How was that?"

He smiled and this time, when he kissed me, it was slow and gentle, the way I'd always dreamt of him kissing me. He kissed me deep and shallow, hard and soft. He nibbled on my lips and sucked gently on my tongue. I moaned into his mouth and pressed my body against his, wanting to sink deep inside of him. "You're still going to get it you know?" he whispered against my mouth, slowly sliding his hands down to my waist. He lifted me up and rolled me over so that I was lying underneath him in the center of the bed.

Finally I had him. I smiled up at him and nodded. "I hope so. I've been wanting *it* for weeks." I joked. I slid up the bed until my head was resting on his pillows. I reached out and put both my hands on his face, pulling him to me for another slow kiss. I traced his lips with my tongue and then sucked the lower one into my mouth. Now that he was being all I'd wanted, I decided I'd do something that I'd been wanting to do since I first saw him. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him backwards, until he was lying on his back. I began at the top of his beautiful bald head and kissed down his body, lingering in the most sensitive spots: his ears, lips, neck, nipples, bellybutton. When I reached his still hard cock, I avoided it, and ran my tongue down his left thigh. I lapped at his skin, biting the flesh softly. I didn't want to hurt this gorgeous man, only pleasure him. I moved my mouth to his other thigh and licked it up and down to. Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved my mouth closer to his hardness. I allowed my full lips to brush it, breathing out so that he could feel how warm and moist my mouth was. I felt his thighs quiver under my palms and I smiled against his cock. I slid my lips up and took his head in my mouth, sucking it gently. I traced it with my tongue and then looked up his body at him, my mouth still wrapped around his dick. I looked into his eyes and then slowly swallowed his entire length. He cried out and put his hands in my hair guiding my rhythm. I stopped and removed my mouth....."You like?"

He nodded, whimpering under my touch. I said, "Say it. Tell me how much you like it, Damon. Tell me."

"I like it, I like it so much. So damned much." he whispered hoarsely, his cock still twitching under my hands. 

"Good," I responded, wrapping my mouth around his cock again. I sucked on it slowly, like it was some exotic piece of fruit that I might never taste again. I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and then cupped his balls in my left hand. I used my right to stroke his cock as I sucked on it. I squeezed his balls gently, and increased the rhythm of my mouth. My tongue licked up and down his hardness and I was amazed at how I tasted on him. I'd only tasted myself when I masturbated. It was so different tasting my juices on someone who'd actually been inside of me. I knew that I was getting to him when his hips started pushing up toward me. I smiled and licked him one more time before removing my mouth. 

"That's payback for not letting me come earlier when I wanted to," I stated as I slid my body up the length of his. I straddled his waist and reached in between us to grasp his cock. I held it at the base and used it to tease my clit. I moaned and tossed my head back, amazed at the feeling. I continued to tease myself using his dick until he grew impatient and started pulling my hips down toward him. I finally obliged and slid him inside of me. 

"Is this what you wanted?" I said, slowly sinking completely onto him. He growled his response and began pushing his dick up into me. I slowed him down and rode him deeply, wanting to make myself come by using his dick as my toy. Suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me off of him.

"Don't think you're coming that easily," he said, rolling me onto my back and roughly spreading my legs. 

"This is what I want," he said, plunging his face back in between my legs. I cried out as his hot mouth closed over me again. I lifted my legs and draped them over his shoulders, my hands pulling his face deep into me. I lifted my hips and moved my pussy around his mouth, guiding it where I wanted it. I felt his tongue flick over my clit and then two of his fingers slid deep inside of me. I groaned and doubled my efforts. I was fucking coming this time! I clenched my thighs tight around his head and felt his tonge go into overdrive. The combination of his tongue swirling around my clit and two of his long thick fingers inside of me had me on the verge of exploding. I could tell he felt it because he lifted his head and grinned up at me, his mouth shining with my wetness. When I moaned and arched my back, he buried his fingers deep inside me and sucked my hard clit into his mouth. That was all it took. I felt my pussy clench around his fingers and my clitoris tighten. I screamed as I felt my orgasm begin in the pit of my belly and work its way down to my soaked pussy. I pushed myself against his lips and he sucked harder on my clit, causing the orgasm to intensify. I began crying with the good feeling of it. I felt my come spurt out onto his tongue and he eagerly licked it up. His lips continued to kiss me and his tongue leisurely traced my pussy as I slowly came down from my climax. I went limp, my legs falling apart, exposing my drenched cunt to him. He smiled at it and pressed a tiny kiss on my clit before sliding up to me. I grabbed his face and kissed him again, licking all my come off of his lips. 

"Mmmmmm," I moaned. "That was so fucking good." I sighed and leaned down to kiss him again. My pussy was still tingling from the intense orgasm, yet I was craving more. That was unusual. I usually had one and then rolled over and went to sleep. My friends always joked that I was just like a man. I could feel how hard he was underneath me, and I realized he still hadn't came. So much for that minute man theory. I slid down his body and kissed his cock again. I stroked it with one hand, amazed at how my small hand barely fit around it. I'd taken all of this inside me, and I was about to do it again. I studied how my color contrasted with his and the eroticism of it made my pussy become drenched again. I slid him deep inside and slowly circled my hips. I rode him slowly, up on my feet, one hand teasing my clit. I would slide up until just his head was inside of me then use my thighs to lower myself back down. The whole time I watched his face. His eyelids fluttered and he kept licking his gorgeous lips. I leaned over and kissed them, my pussy still milking his cock. I decided I wanted to please him, so I turned around while still impaled on his hardness. I was now riding him backward. I heard him curse under his breath and I knew that the vision of my caramel pussy gripping his black cock was getting to him. My round Jennifer Lopez-ish ass jiggled slightly everytime I took him completely inside. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and helped guide me on him. I bent forward, my hands on the bed between his knees and began to bounce up and down on him, our bodies making a wet smacking sound everytime they met. He groaned and began thrusting up into me.

Just before he came, he stopped. He grabbed my hips and pushed me forward onto my knees, following me as he did so. His cock stayed lodged firmly inside me as we switched positions. He spread his legs so that he was crouching behind me, up on his feet. His hard thighs were around my hips and he began pushing into me. 

I gasped as I felt him straddle me from behind. I couldn't believe that he seemed to know everything I loved. His cock was filling me to capacity and I loved it! I pushed back at him, matching him thrust for thrust. He groaned and grabbed my hair in one hand while the other gripped my waist. I could feel every inch of him inside me. I clenched the sheets in my fists and circled my hips around his cock. He moaned and pushed harder and harder into me. I could feel myself starting to come again and my pussy clenched around his dick. I knew he could feel me tightening around him and he could feel how wet my pussy was. I could feel myself dripping around him as my orgasm overtook me. I buried my face in the sheets and cried out as I came and came and came. 

When I felt Damon's cock throbbing inside me, I smiled. I knew that feeling me coming on his dick would set him off. It was some sort of victory in my mind. I felt him kiss my neck and I sat up on my knees, my sweaty back pressed against his equally sweaty chest. His arms wrapped around my waist, his large black hands cupping my full breasts. He kissed my neck again, his tongue licking my flesh gently. I turned around so that I was facing him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him slowly....thoroughly. He groaned and crushed me to his chest, squeezing me tightly. I pushed him back onto the bed and cuddled up beside him, my right leg crossing over his waist, my still wet pussy brushing his thigh. He ran one hand over my ass and squeezed it, pulling me closer still. I heard his breathing slow down as he fell into a deep sleep. Men, I thought to myself, grinning against his chest. 

When I was sure he was asleep, I slid out from under his arm and slowly crawled off the bed. I gathered my skirt and ripped corset and left his bedroom, clothes bundled up in my arms. I dressed quickly in his living room and then took one last glance around. I'd never forget this....the rape that turned into his seduction. I smirked and slipped his photo out of the silver frame on his mantle. Leaving his apartment, I closed the door behind me gently, so I wouldn't wake him. I wondered what he would think when he awoke and I was gone? I was sure I'd find out eventually...



My Obsession



I must be obsessed. 

I think about her when I wake up, my cock stiff and ready, as it is every morning. I think about her face, her lips, the fresh smell of her shampooed hair. I think about her expressive eyes, the way they crinkle when she smiles and laughs. Her jaw line, her lips...oh those lips. How can they be so soft, so hard, so enticing? How can the same lips that kiss me so softly and whisper in my ear...how can they wrap around my cock and suck it in with such a strong grip? Her tongue, the way it fences with my own, but then surrenders. The way it licks and sucks on my balls, flitters my asshole so lightly, causing explosions in my head like microwave popcorn coming to life. Her neck...it's designed to hold her head up, but kissing and biting it only makes her head want to fall forward, or fall back when she...when she...And her voice. How can it be so coolly professional at times, and sound like smoky, perfumed sex at others. When she's calling my name, when her voice wavers, breathless, close to cumming...oh God. Yes...

It's an obsession. I'm sure of it.

I think about her on my drive to work, facing a day that does not include her. I think about her arms and shoulders. Strong enough to hold herself up when I fuck her doggie style. I can see them tense and flex with each thrust, and she uses them to push back onto my cock, forcing me in deeper and deeper. And when my cock is buried in her ass, she lifts it up to help me sink in so slowly, so softly, and then...so hard and fast. But her shoulders are so soft and sensuous, too, like her back. God...the beauty of a woman's back. When she's sitting in front of you, your arms wrapped around her and holding her tits in the air, what better a place to plant those kisses? And when my cock is inside her pussy and she's feeling it smash into her cervix...and her voice has become nothing but raspy moans, her back is such a perfect place to rest my cheeks.

I know an obsession when I see one. This is real.

When I'm in the shower, I think about her tits; how can I not? So soft, so round, so consummately suckable. To face them, take them in my mouth one nipple at a time. To nibble and bite on her nipples, squeeze them until her body shakes from the sensation. To lift them up and kiss the neglected underside. To lick circles around her aureoles, faster and faster, wetter and wetter, until her eyelids flutter. To hold them in my hands while she's impaled on my cock, heightening the sensation until she shivers and quivers...and cums. To soap them up in the shower and marvel at their gleaming beauty. The way she holds them together as my cock slides effortlessly between them.

It's a wonderful obsession.

My lips trailing along her tummy. So soft and warm. Then rolling her over and marveling at the taught strength of her lower back, the fascinating line that rises from her lower lumbar region to the middle of her back, seemingly separating her body into two halves. I kiss my way down her ass cheeks. Oh that ass. It's so tasty. I could lick it, bite it, kiss it for hours. That ass is mine. It's reserved for me. I love how she gasps when I lick her asshole. I separate her ass cheeks with my strong hands and tongue fuck her asshole. It nearly brings tears to her eyes. She can't help but push back to bring my tongue in further. Her hips buck and I can smell the juices pooling up in her pussy. When it gets to be nearly too much for her, she reaches down and tugs at her clit, quickly bringing herself to orgasm.

My obsession lasts all day.

I could spend the whole day thinking about her legs. I don't like skinny, fashion-model stick legs. Some guys do; great. They're just not my preference. I like legs that are strong, with well-developed muscles, especially the calves. God, I love, just absolutely love, the look of her strong, muscular calves in high-heeled shoes. Love the thought of how they flex and bend when I bend her over and fuck her from behind. How they wrap around my head when I'm eating her pussy, or encircle my torso when I'm holding myself over her and pumping her full of hard cock. Even when we're fucking doggie style, I love to hold and squeeze her calves. Another favorite, holding onto her ankles and lifting them up—like she's a wheelbarrow—while I slide my wet, juice-soaked cock inside of her pussy...or her ass. Man, that gets me going.

My obsession lasts all night.

I dream about her pussy. I see it in my mind's eye. Shaved smooth, puffy, inviting. When I lick my way up her soft inner thighs, it is this treasure I seek. There is nothing...nothing...nothing...more heaven sent than her beautiful soft pussy. I take each labium in my mouth, one at a time, to suck and nibble on it. Then I run my lips over them like I'm closing a zipper. Her moaning begins and it's music to my ears. I tease her. I leave her clit out of the action for the time being. I run my tongue in and around her wetness, letting it dart into her hole now and then. I kiss her soft thighs. I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs and run my tongue in circles around the inside, just letting it touch her clit but not lingering on it just yet.

By now, you see, her clit is peeping out if its hood like a juicy, red pea. God, my cock gets so hard just thinking about the taste. I make little circles around it, sort of a delicate dance. To keep her clit from going numb on me from the same action, I think about making the letters of the alphabet with my tongue. First in block letters, then in script; first with capitals, then with lower-case letters; then I start over again. Now she's getting vocal. And...

I am obsessed with the way she talks dirty.

"Fuck...that feels so good, baby. You're hitting it just right, now. Oooooh, so good, yeah, just like that. Just...just...fuck yeah, like that. Mmmmmm, you're making...I'm so fucking hot right now. Uhhhh...keep going baby, keep going." My cock goes from hard to petrified.

I run my tongue from the top of her pussy down to her asshole and rim her. Then back up to her clit to recite the alphabet again. If I knew the Greek alphabet, I'd use that, too. Back and forth, my tongue makes its journey. Her legs...those legs...are rubbing along the bed like she's trying to climb it, so powerful is the tingling inside. I take it up a notch. With her entire crotch wet from my saliva, I run my finger around the rim of her asshole and then, my tongue planted on her clit, stick it in up to the first notch.

"OOOOHHH GOD, YEAH," she screams, reaching down and tugging on my head. She either wants to pull me up and kiss my juice-covered lips or push me into her pussy further. Either way, I'm on a mission. My nose is literally inside of her pussy. I can hardly breathe, and I couldn't care less. I'm biting the bottom of her pussy, then sucking my way to the top of her clit. She forces herself down on my finger more, until it's almost all the way in. 

She spins around on top of me with surprising finesse. I'm staring straight into that gorgeous pussy, my finger still in her ass, as she takes my cock all the way down her throat. I'm speechless. The feeling is just incredible as my cock hits the back of her throat. She sucks all the way back up to the tip. I'm quite sure my sucking on her pussy has her...inspired as she licks and sucks with gusto. 

Taking a page from my book, she licks down from my balls and covers my asshole with her saliva. My cock has never been harder, but when she inserts her pinkie in my ass I nearly explode on the spot.

"Fuck, that feel good," I manage to groan. "You're just...this is intense."

You can see why I'm so obsessed.

I'm determined not to cum yet. I'm using kegles, I'm thinking of my dead grandmother, I'm paying bills in my head. All so I can hold out and cum inside of her.

Within moments I'm rewarded, as if sucking the delicious juices from her pussy isn't enough. I know what's about to happen; I'm no amateur, you know. Her hips are grinding faster, her breathing is almost shallow, her legs...her whole body stiffens. She pulls her mouth off of my cock and...

"OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD." She yells. "Yes, baby, that's it...feels sooooo fucking good. Gonna cum now... don't stop...make me cum...I want you to feel me cum...taste me...OH GOD YES...Grrrrrrr...

And cum she did. Bucking, shaking, screaming...just the way I like it. 

I don't waste time. I can't. I can't wait. I move her forward and shove my cock into her pussy as she moves to get up on all fours. I know she loves it; loves my steel-hard cock in her pussy when she's barely had time to come down from her climax. I know she wants me to cum in her ass, but I just can't last that long...I think. 

"I'm fucking you now, baby, aren't I?" I ask rhetorically. "Who's the boss?" I kid her. "Who's fucking you now, honey? You like it don't you...my hard cock in your pussy?"

"Oh yeah," she whispers, her volume rising as I continue to use my cock as a battering ram. "Oh fuck yeah...I want...I need you to fuck me...just like this...feel your hard cock inside of me...stretching me, filling me...feel you inside."

With my last ounce (I guess you could say "fluid ounce") of resolve, I pull out of her sopping pussy and without a moment's hesitation, plunge my gleaming cock into her ripe and ready ass. Now she gives me the words I've been waiting for:

'FUCK...ME...IN MY ASS...JUST LIKE THAT, BABY." 

I love it when she calls me that.

"Harder...yeah baby...fill my ass with that beautiful cock of yours...all...all the way...let me have it...let me feel it. GOD...OH GOD that feels so fucking good."

"Let's...let's cum together," I manage to moan. I don't have long.

She obliges by reaching down and rubbing her clit for me. Now she's really cooking. My cock hasn't felt this hard in...well I don't know, but it seems like it will go down again next fall...maybe. I can feel her shiver, just as I can see the sheen of sweat across her lower back—she's really into it. 

I'm obsessed with her cumming.

"Baby, I...I'm gonna cum...gonna cum again," she confesses. I believe her. You're never more honest than when you're about to cum (and, of course, never more dishonest than when you just have!) 

"Don't...don't stop...don't stop fucking me yet. I'm close. I'm soooo fucking close."

Baby, the only thing that could stop me now would be an arrest warrant. But no matter, I can hardly hear her. I can feel the cum rushing up through my body like a freight train. My ears are pounding. I feel hot. It's an incredible yet oddly helpless feeling, isn't it? It's like falling off a shallow cliff into a pool of water. You know you're not going to get hurt, the rush of air feels good, but once you jump, you're not going back up again. I may not want to cum yet, I may want to hold out longer—I may as well want to grow wings and fly away—it's not happening.

But all those thoughts disappear as we cum together, moaning, dripping sweat, slamming into each other. Looking down and seeing my cock in her ass, just knowing that I'm shooting hot cum into her. So cool.

It feels like minutes but I know it's not. It's really just a few long seconds of indescribable pleasure. Then we separate and fall into each other, holding close. I can feel her breathing, and it's so tender. I love the feel of those big tits on my chest; always have. We'll hold each other this way for a time, maybe even fall asleep for a little while or a few hours, then wake up and try again. As we drift off, she whispers in my ear...

"I think I'm obsessed with you..."



My Obsession



I've been watching you, fantasising about you're soft, warm skin against my body. I've been thinking about what it would be like to kiss every inch of your body, tease you in every way possible, and hear you beg for more. I've been dreaming about hearing you plead with me and cry out for me to fuck you. Tonight was one of these nights, and tonight my dreams and fantasies came true...

I climbed the tree outside your bedroom as I had done many times before. I watched as you completed your nightly routine. You walked into the en-suite and switched on the light, you never closed the blinds. You probably had no idea that anyone would be watching you. You unzipped your mid-thigh pencil skirt and let it drop to the floor in a heap. You stepped out of the circle it had created and walked over to the toilet, here you placed your left foot on top of the toilet seat and carefully rolled down your stocking, slowly you revealed your bare thigh and calf to me. You repeated this action on the right leg. You unbuttoned your white shirt and it gracefully dropped to the floor as you shrugged back your small shoulders. Your bra, as always, was the next item you removed. Your nipples became erect at the sudden contact of the cool air, small and dainty just like the rest of your perfect body. You walked to the sink and opened the bathroom cabinet. You took out the tooth brush, tooth paste and face-wash. I watched as you cleansed away the day, you completed rubbing in the moisturiser as you walked back into your bedroom and turned off the bathroom light. 

Your panties were the final item you removed, as always. You revealed to me the neat strip of pubic hair as you pulled them down your lovely legs. You looked so beautiful stood there, naked and clean. I could only imagine then how you smelled, and I imagined it to be a wonderful smell like no other woman's. you walked over to the chest of drawers, your beautiful bottom wiggling with every step, and opened the top draw. You took out a silk and lace negligee, you always wore something like this to bed even though I had never seen a man enter your bedroom. Sometimes I would fancy that you knew I was there and was making all of this effort for me. You slipped the sexy garment over your perky breasts and covered your bottom from view. You turned the light off and vanished from view. This always happened at exactly eleven o'clock from Sunday to Thursday. I hadn't had enough tonight, I needed more. I needed to fulfil my fantasies. I needed to have you. I climbed down from the tree and stood still at the trunk for a few minutes, pondering how to enter your house. 

One of the basement windows was ajar and I managed to fit through it some how, and I didn't make a noise. I couldn't believe that I was in! I was in your house. I quietly made my way up the basement stairs and opened the door at the top. This lead me into your kitchen. I wandered through to the dining room and turned another corner and found the bottom of the stairs. I looked up toward the landing; I had been very excited at this point and needed to calm my nerves. I stood there and took a few deep breaths, composing myself. I slowly walked up the soft carpeted stairs and was soon on the landing. I knew exactly where your room was and made my way to your bedroom door. 

I knew it would have been risky for me to enter your bedroom this way so I walked down to the bathroom door and entered there. I knew you had left the adjoining door between the en-suite and the bedroom open. I stood in the adjoining door way and watched as you slept peacefully in your bed. I walked over and stood by your bed to get a better look at you, it seemed to me that you were fast asleep and it would take a loud noise or harsh touch to wake you. 

I slowly and carefully peeled the covers from your body; you twitched a little but did not wake. I softly touched your cheek with the back of my hand; you didn't move you only sighed a little. I wondered how long it had been since anyone had touched you. My hand lightly travelled down past your neck and fell to your bosom; I ran a finger over your left nipple and felt the hardness at my tender touch. I moved the left strap of your negligee down your arm just enough to reveal your breast. I put my mouth close to your nipple and lightly blew across it. I tenderly kissed your erect nipple and felt you shudder beneath me. 

My right hand lightly stroked your thigh as my lips caressed your nipple and breast. The feel of your smooth skin on my hand almost gave me an orgasm, and your legs parted slightly the further my hand moved up your thigh. I heard a quiet moan escape your lips as my middle finger grazed the opening of your pussy. My lips left your breast and I kissed my way up your chest and neck until I found your full pouting lips. You were still fast asleep but it felt to me like you were kissing me back. My finger was now inside your wet pussy, and my thumb was circling your clit. You ground yourself onto my finger to get it deeper inside your cunt and I complied. 

As I worked my thumb more rapidly against your clit, and slid my finger deeper into your pussy you kissed me back harder and moans erupted from your mouth more frequently and became louder. I continued at this fast pace until I felt your insides tighten around my finger, your orgasm seemed to suck my finger deeper inside of you and you bucked yourself against my hand. Your chest was heaving but you were still fast asleep. I moved away from your body slowly and at the moment my lips detached from yours I heard you whisper something.

'Don't stop.' You said in a quiet whimper. 'Please don't stop.' I checked your eyes to see if you had woken up, but you were still asleep. 'Please, I need you.' 

I stood away from you and undressed myself, my hard cock springing out to attention as I did so. I placed myself between your beautiful legs and watched your peaceful face, in slumber, as my cock rubbed against your perfect cunt. More moans escaped your lips as my cock rubbed against you, and you ground against me a little, wanting my hard cock inside you. 

'Fuck me, please.' You moaned, still asleep. 

I worked the head of my large cock into the entrance of your tight pussy; no objection came from you, only moans of ecstasy. I thrust my length into you, and still you had not woken, I slid my cock in and out of you and you instinctively wrapped your legs around my waist, pulling me closer to you. My pace picked up and you began to moan louder, begging me to fuck you harder and telling me that you were my whore. I couldn't believe how much you loved my cock, and was more than willing to fuck you however you wanted. I couldn't hold on much longer, I needed to cum so badly. I waited until you were in the throes of orgasm before I spurted my cum up your pussy. Your heels dug into my back and your petite frame shuddered underneath me. I removed myself from your body and stood back in awe for about twenty minutes. After this I replaced the covers and left you lying there, peaceful and content. I would come back some other time.



My Obsession



They made out just outside the front door for about 10 minutes while deciding if she really wanted to go through with it or not, before she finally let him in. He wanted her badly she knew, and she could feel his stiff cock pressing up against her while he kissed her. He had his hand up her shirt and under her bra, and her body, she told me later, was tingling madly at the feel of another man pinching her rock hard nipples. She finally decided she could not ignore how wet this guy was making her, nor could she deny that she wanted to feel him inside of her. And thus my decade long fantasy/obsession was about to become a reality. My wife was about to fuck someone other than me for the first time in her life. 

My wife has always known of my desire for her to sleep with other men, yet for a very long time she never showed even the slightest inclination in making my fantasies become reality. Then about a little over year ago something happened that changed everything and gave me hope. She met a guy while out on a Girls Night Out with some friends and ended up making out with him in our kitchen later that evening before waking me up afterwards and to tell me all about it. I fucked her wildly that night with unbelievable intensity while she relayed to me exactly what she'd done with him. Although I admit I was disappointed she didn't actually sleep with him that night, you could not imagine just how turned on I got knowing that she even made out with him at all. It was that night that Nate, a 23-year old Samoan college football defensive lineman ten-years her junior, became the first guy other than me that she's ever even so much as kissed. 

The reality of her actually having been touched and kissed by another man after so many years of fantasizing about it turned my fantasy into a downright feverish obsession and I began to think about it not only every day, but nearly every hour, from the moment I woke up until I went to sleep at night. And that's why what happened next was so incredibly satisfying. 

Carla and her new found friend Garrett stumbled into the house and made straight for the couch. He almost immediately had her shirt up over her head and worked quickly to remove her bra, exposing her delicious 36B cup breasts to him. He leaned forward and began to suck on her wonderfully big pink nipples. She moaned softly and held him tightly to her chest, trembling at the feel of his tongue and lips on her skin. She felt his hands fumbling with the buttons on her jeans as he kissed and licked her breasts, chest, and neck, and she found herself leaning back in order to make herself more accessible to him. She felt him reach a hand down inside her black lace panties as he kissed her deeply on the mouth again. She shuddered and gasped when she felt his fingers first touch her soaking wet clit and began to think that she might burst if she didn't feel him inside deep her very soon. Nevertheless, she decided to be patient and do the deed properly. 

She stopped him and told him that she wanted to go change into something more comfortable. "Go ahead and take your clothes off for me," she said over her shoulder as she left the room, "I'll be right back."

She entered our bedroom as quietly as she could hoping not to wake me, which she was successful at doing. She grabbed her sexiest, hot red teddy (with matching thong) and went into the bathroom to change. On her way back to the living room she had a last minute idea that helped make this the best night ever. And I do mean, ever! She grabbed the camera.

Garrett, 35-years old, six-feet tall with short brown hair, bronzed skin, and clean-cut looks, was still on the couch waiting for her; he had striped down to a pair of tight, black boxer briefs which did little to hide what appeared to be a quite impressive package. His eyes bulged when he saw how she was dressed, saying, "Holy shit!" over and over as she stood in front of him. She handed him the camera and told him that if he was going to fuck another man's wife, he'd have to take pictures of it for him. She had not hidden the fact that I was actually there, asleep in the back of the house, yet despite her assurances, he was still incredulous that I would really want another man to fuck my wife. Nevertheless he apparently had no problem at all in fulfilling her request, snapping off plenty of extremely hot and highly explicit pics for me. 

One off-shoot of my fantasy has always been that I've wanted her to fuck someone else without me in the room, in part because I figured that both of them would be more comfortable without me around watching them. This would allow her to more fully enjoy herself, which is really what I wanted more than anything. For me it has always been that the more she enjoys our sex, the more I enjoy it, and the same is equally true for me in this kind of situation. If she is going to fuck someone else, I want her to enjoy it as much as possible. 

Although I would love to actually see her getting fucked by another man, I'm also totally and completely turned on by the idea of her fucking someone else without me around to see it, reveling in the re-telling of it later while I fuck her silly. However she's always been a bit uncomfortable about that part of the fantasy; the re-telling of it later. That's why the pictures brought both of those fantasies together for us in the most satisfying way imaginable. 

She dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled down his briefs, exposing his rigid cock to her. He kept breathlessly telling her how sexy she looked and that he couldn't wait to feel her sucking his dick. She felt an unbelievable rush as she took his long shaft in her small hand (she is only 5' 3" tall) and began to sensually stroke it; a hard cock is one of her biggest turn-on's, she once confided to me. He was about 8 inches in length, a little bit longer than me, but not quite as thick. It was delightfully firm she told me later. She really enjoyed how rock hard he felt in her hand, especially knowing that she was the reason he was for it. Knowing that another man wanted her so badly made her feel even sexier than she could have imagined, she recounted later. 

She smiled seductively at him as he snapped off several pictures of her jerking his cock. Whenever we played around with the camera together, she always seemed to get particularly excited by it, always becoming tremendously wet the entire time, and having Garrett snap off pictures of her like this was having a similar effect on her. She also loved knowing that I would be seeing these pictures later, because she knew it would turn me on so badly. 

She reached her hand down inside her tiny red thong and began to rub herself as she leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She felt another rush through her body as she heard the camera clicking away while she began swallowing as much of his big cock as she could. She did her best to give the camera a good show, sliding her lips slowly up and down his long shaft and sucking his balls delicately. Garrett really got off on taking pictures of her sucking his cock, she said, and in turn, she admitted sheepishly to me, that she found she was really getting off sucking on him. She also knew how much I'd enjoy knowing that she made another guy cum in her mouth, but she wanted him to be able to fuck her too, she told him. He assured her she didn't have to worry about a thing and begged her not to stop doing what she was doing. 

With that she began to focus on one thing; making him cum. She heard him moaning louder and louder as she brought him closer and closer to climax and that simply intensified her own passion and resolve. She found herself surprisingly anxious to taste his cum, she confessed to me later, and she told me that when he exploded a few minutes later she thoroughly enjoyed swallowing every last drop. 

After he had composed himself, he told her that it was time for him to return the favor. With that she got up and moved over to the living room chair, a big comfy one, and laid back in it with her legs spread wide over the arms and began to diddle her throbbing clit while he took a few more pictures. After he had snapped off several more, he handed her the camera and dropped down to his knees in front of her, slid her thong to one side, and swiftly buried his tongue deep inside her beautifully shaved pussy. She moaned loudly as he sucked on her throbbing clit. He really knew how to eat pussy, she told me later, and he really took his time and got her worked up into quite a frenzy. His tongue felt so good inside of her, she whispered to me while stroking my own cock, and she loved the way he sucked on her hardened clit. She told me she tried to remember to take pictures – and she got some amazing ones, believe me – but it was hard to concentrate on anything but how good he was making her feel. It was, in fact, the sound of her screaming as she came hard in his face that eventually woke me up. 

At first I thought I must've imagined it, but as I lay there silently listening, it soon became apparent that something unbelievably amazing must be going on in our living room. She hadn't closed our door, hoping that I might wake up and hear what was going on, and luckily I did just that right before he brought her off. I doubted what I was hearing initially, thinking it couldn't possibly be what it sounded like, but I've made her scream too many times myself not to recognize the sound of my own wife getting well fucked. My head was spinning as I quickly began stroking my already throbbing cock, wondering if I was really hearing what it really sounded like I was hearing. Was she watching porn on the computer, I wondered? My mind was racing as I looked for a logical explanation for the sounds I was hearing. For a moment I convinced myself that that was the case, but not long after I realized that the screams I was hearing were coming from her, not another woman. It was her voice I was hearing screaming out, "fuck me Garrett, fuck me," and his groans I was hearing as he pounded into her deeply. It was actually my wife getting fucked in our living room, not someone else. 

I wanted to see what was happening, though I was actually hoping not to be seen myself. I quietly got up out of bed and slowly crept out towards the living room, wearing only the pair of grey briefs I had fallen asleep in, although they were doing little to constrain my hard six-inches. It was quickly obvious, as I walked into the dinning room that adjoins our living room, that I was not hearing things and that just around the corner my wife was getting her brains royally fucked out by another man. And from the sounds of it, she was enjoying the hell out of it too. I simply couldn't believe it was happening and I stood rooted there for several minutes jerking my cock as I listened to the two of them together. Every so often I even thought I heard the sound of the camera clicking as I heard her strained voice crying out, "yesss, yesss, oh God yesss.... fuck me baby, FUCK ME!"

Finally I just had to have a peek, so quietly I peered around the corner and saw the most amazing sight I'd ever seen. There lying on our couch on her back with her legs spread wide, was my wife getting her brains fucked out by another man. He was really pounding into her like there was no tomorrow and I could actually see his cock pumping in and out of her visibly soaking wet pussy. It looked more amazing than I ever imagined it could look, which is saying something indeed. Luckily she could not see me as her view was blocked by him, not that she even had her eyes open, and his back was to me so he didn't know that I was watching either. I took a chance and moved swiftly and as silently as I could into the kitchen so I could grab my iPhone. I had seen the camera sitting next to them, confirming that she must have been allowing him to take pictures, but I decided I wanted to get a video of this as well, if I could. 

I probably could have moved like an elephant, for all they noticed. Both of them were squarely focused on what they were doing and they didn't take any notice of me whatsoever, allowing me to successfully capture almost 10 minutes of my wife getting pummeled by another man. It was so damn intense. I swear I must've heard her cum at least two or three times while he fucked her, screaming and begging for him not to stop. It sounded so good and I wanted to cum myself so badly, but I had to resist. I knew that when they were finished, she would come to me and confess every detail to me, and I needed to be absolutely ready for her. 

Finally he told her he wanted to fuck her and cum inside her from behind and so I was forced to duck out of sight as she rolled over from her back onto her knees, leaning over the edge of the couch as he quickly slid his hard pole back into her. "I want you to cum baby, I want you to cum hard for me!" she cried out. "Give it to me baby, fuck me hard! Cum for me! Ohhhhh, dammit, cum for me!" she demanded. 

I was going crazy listening to her cry out for him like that, and delighting in how much she was clearly enjoying it. For his part, he was really fucking her like crazy now, pounding her harder, and deeper, and faster. I was impressed with his stamina and his ability to keep up that pace and pleased that she had found someone so obviously skilled with his cock. Before long though, he had finally had all he could take and he burst, his intense orgasm setting off one final climax of her own, her body shuddering as he came inside her. 

I moved quietly back to my bedroom, listening intently as I tried to follow what was now happening, though I couldn't make out any of their conversation. He stayed only a few more minutes, however, and soon my wife – still wearing her red teddy, minus the thong – joined me in our bed, nudging me and asking me if I heard anything. I did not reply, but instead took her hand and placed it on my hard cock. She laughed and said, "Well then, I guess you must've liked what you heard! Here, look at these," she said with a wink while handing me the camera. 

"Oh, and one other thing," she said, my jaw dropping as I began to scroll through the pictures. "Happy 10th Anniversary, baby." 

With that she began to torturously suck my cock, careful not to let me get too close, too quickly. She was going to make the rest of this amazing gift last as long as possible.



My Obsession with Darth Vader



Ridiculousness ahead

My dad and I love Star Wars. Me, my big brother and dad have been watching it together since I was little. My mom isn't into it. Just me, Charles and dad.

Dad and Charles were always amazed by Darth Vader and maybe it was their awe that gave me my little crush. A lot of girls like singers and movie stars. Some like the local lifeguard.

I have a thing for Vader.

At first it was admiration, but as I got older, it turned to attraction.

Now that I'm eighteen, the attraction has morphed into lust.

I'm not sure what it is: the height, the machine breath that sounds like he's panting, ready to fuck. His power really turns me on. When he uses the force to choke people out, my nipples get hard.

Darth Vader makes me wet.

My best friend, Dana, loves Han Solo. That's cool and everything. Solo's cool. Our weird Star Wars fetishes are why we're best friends. But isn't Solo kind of a pansy compared to Vader? Isn't everyone?

My dildo is sleek and black. I bought it because it reminds me of Vader's outfit. I rub it on my pussy and tits, imagining that the tall, evil villain wants to fuck me. I've looked online at buying costumes and dummies to dress up as my crush, just to keep him in my room. They're so expensive, though.

The local comic book convention is today. I've never been to one before. I've always been embarrassed about my fetish.

"Everybody there will be dressed up, too, Madeline!" Dana had said, trying to convince me. She leaned forward sensually. "There's plenty of Solo for me and plenty of Vader for you."

Well that sure had convinced me. I've been perpetually horny over the past few weeks leading up to today. I'm nervous and excited that I might get to touch Darth Vader.

Dana chose a slave Leia costume, but I chose the New Hope, white dress, ear buns, and blaster Leia. I've got the long, brown hair and dark eyes for it. Dana's gotta wear a wig, but her body is bangin' and perfect for the bikini.

I mean, it's gotta be Leia if I want to get a Star Wars cosplayer. If a guy loves Star Wars, you can bet he's thought about fucking Princess Leia. Even my own father's eyes get wide when she's got on the slave outfit.

We get dressed excitedly at Dana's. Dana's mom is single, so we have the apartment to ourselves while she's at work.

"You look so good!" Dana gushes. "You look just like Leia, I'm jealous."

But Dana looks scrumptious in her gold bikini and wig. Her tits are rather larger than Leia's, but I doubt she'll hear any complaints. "You are gonna cause a thousand boners."

She grins. "I only want one boner. Han Solo's. I hope there's a really good look-alike."

And I only want a Darth Vader boner. And all he has to have is a good costume. My chances are very, very good.

***

We line up with all the other cosplayers. I've seen five other Leias, three Han Solos, two versions of Iron Man, five Spocks, a handful of ponies, and countless other costumes, but only one Vader.

He's a ways ahead of us in line. He's tall. Very tall. My pussy gets warm when I look at him. His costume is perfect. It's one of the good ones with a working voice distorter in his helmet. I hear him chatting stoically with his line neighbors. His breath even sounds authentic.

"That one looks good," Dana whispers to me.

I nod, biting my lip. He looks really good. I clutch my blaster and almost give in to the temptation of thrusting the black plastic between my legs. I'm gonna fuck that Darth Vader. I have to.

But Leia pleasuring herself with her own blaster? That's a photo op. I don't want such a pic popping up online.

"None of the Solos are that great, though," Dana says, clearly disappointed.

"There's probably more inside," I tell her. I want to be encouraging, but I've got a bit of a one-track mind.

Vader makes it through the door and I lose sight of him.

I feel like shoving through the line so I can catch up.

I want to talk to him. I want to drag my tongue against the plastic of his mask. I'm really fucked up.

Once Dana and I show our passes and get inside, I peer around for my Vader.

"Come on!" Dana say's yanking my arm. She's spotted a Han Solo that apparently lives up to her expectation.

I have to admit, he's a passable imitation. Dana and I agreed that we must stick together and get our Solo and Vader back to her place. We were optimistic, but now that I've seen my guy, I know that I must get him alone. I want him more than I've ever wanted anything. I know it's just a costume, but knowing doesn't change a thing.

Han obviously appreciates Dana's plump breasts in the gold bikini top, because he can't take his eyes off them as we approach.

"I'm gonna see what he's like. If he's acceptable, I'm gonna invite him to my place."

"Right," I said, peering around for Darth Vader.

Dana sways up to Han. "Look at this scruffy-looking, nerf-herder."

He smirks cockily. "Who's scruffy-lookin'?"

Dana smiles lazily. I think she's found her guy. She leans toward him and he lowers his head so she can reach his ear. "Care to have a virgin princess?" she murmurs.

He bares his teeth in a grin.

***

Dana and Han are content to send each other lustful looks while I search for Darth Vader.

I finally find him. He's standing in front of a giant, cardboard Death Star with three Storm Troopers. There's a long line of people waiting to get pictures with them. I frown and sigh for a moment.

I stare at him. He's so close. So tall. So powerful.

He turns slightly, and suddenly, I know he's looking at me. I can just tell. I can feel it. My nipples harden like rocks and my pussy clenches.

Slowly, he lifts his gloved hand and beckons me with a finger.

Panting, I drift forward. The closer I get, the bigger he is. Potent. His respirator breath hisses in and out, just like he's ready to fuck me.

"You're here, too," he rasps deeply.

I'm so turned on, I feel like I'm gonna leak through my white panties and dress.

People in line start to boo and complain that I'm cutting.

Vader lifts up his hand, intimidating them into silence. "She's my daughter," he rasps.

The crowd cheers and laughs. A jolt pierces me. I am dressed as Vader's daughter. I hope that doesn't turn him off. It might if he's an older guy. I don't really care. I don't care who's under there, as long as he's got a dick. And willing to fill me with it.

"Pose!" someone from the line demands.

Vader pulls me in close and holds up his hand again, making the force pose. I hold up my blaster and lean against him. Leia and Vader on the same team. Great photo op. And this one I don't mind if anyone sees.

My free arm is under his cape, against his back. I can tell that he's solid underneath. Yes, powerful.

My panties get wetter.

I stand with Vader for a long time, posing with him and the people in line. I'm having so much fun and I start to get loose. This time, when we pose, I lift my leg up to put around him. The crowd ooohs.

"Spank her!" someone demands.

I lick my lips and bend over, my ass before Darth Vader.

He hesitates, but after a moment, he spanks me lightly on the ass with his gloved hand. "Uh," I grunt. Fuck, that felt good.

"Again!" someone shrieks.

I step back a bit and wait with my ass out. His spanking hits, slightly harder this time.

"Uh!" I grunt again. I want to shout for him to fuck me. I want him. I want him. I want him.

"Grind on him!" a teenage boy cries.

I don't hesitate. I back up, rubbing my ass on the rubber plate over his groin. "Oh, god," I moan quietly.

"Look at her face!" somebody exclaims.

"God she looks horny."

"I'd love to fuck her mouth."

"She looks just like Leia."

"Do more!"

I don't need to be told twice. I turn and jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He grunts, but catches me.

The crowd loves this pose and the camera's flash. I rub against him, trying to be subtle.

Vader makes a small chuckle. "Take it easy," he rasps.

"Oh," I whine. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad."

Darth Vader's breath rasps in and out. "I'm your father."

That line! I groan, squeezing my legs around him. "Does that turn you off? I don't have to wear the costume." I peer into his mask, pouting. I'm ready to beg. "I want to fuck Darth Vader. I don't care who you are under there. Black, white, young, old. You have to fuck me."

He drops me to the ground. "I'm taking you home." Beneath his rasp, his voice seems like it's scolding me.

My heart hammers. He's gonna do it! He's gonna fuck me! Blood rushes to my face. "I'll drive."

***

There are more boos as we walk away from the crowd, but I don't care. I almost ignore Dana when she calls my name.

Vader's head swings to look at my friend and I grind my teeth. I should have worn the slave look.

"Where the hell are you going, Madeline?" Dana asks, annoyed.

"Leaving," I say firmly. I don't want to stand around chatting. I want to get Darth Vader home and let him fuck my brains out.

"But..." she notices my glare. "Okay. But make sure you come back for me."

I promise and lead Vader out the door.

As we near my car, he rasps, "Madeline."

"Oh." My name spoken with that deep, raspy voice. God! "Forget you heard my friend say my name, okay? I'm Leia." I turn to look up at his black mask. "You like Leia, right?"

The respirator breath is his only reply. He towers over me and I get chills.

I lick my lips and pull open the passenger door for him. He manages to cram his tall frame into my car. He pulls his cape out of the way and I close the door. I allow myself to relish the sight of him in my passenger seat.

I get in and maneuver out of the crowded lot. "I hope you don't think I'm too weird," I babble. I'm so nervous. This is my crush, here. My obsession. "I just really, really want to fuck Darth Vader. I mean, you! I want to fuck you."

"I don't think you're weird."

Oh my God! Every time Vader speaks, it makes me shudder. "Will you fuck me in character?" I ask, sounding needy. "And keep your mask on?"

Again, he doesn't reply, but I'm sure his rasping breath speeds up.

I hope I can take that as a yes.

"What about me? Do you want me to keep the Leia thing going? I mean, I get that it might be kinda iffy with the whole incest scenario. If you want, I can take it off and just be me."

"Do you know who I am?" he asks in that deep rasp.

My nipples are so hard! "Darth Vader?"

"Underneath."

"No. And I don't want to know, honestly. Please. I just want to keep the fantasy."

He takes a shuddering breath. "Is anyone at your house?"

"My mom's probably still shopping. My dad might be home though. Damn. We'll be able to tell when his car's there or not. Hopefully not." I bite my lip and glance at him.

Vader is looking out the window, breathing in and out. "Hhhhah. Hhhhee. Hhhhah. Hhhhee."

"So?"

His head turns my way. I'm thrilled that he's looking at me. He doesn't speak.

"Do you want Leia or Madeline?"

He only breathes for a while. "Leia."

Oh, yessss. That means he's going to do it. He's gonna fuck me!

My thrill doubles when neither of my parent's cars are in the driveway. I pull right up to the garage door and hop out. "Hurry," I tell him. I don't want any of the neighbors telling tales to my folks.

He stands behind me, breathing that raspy, ready-to-fuck-you breath, while I struggle with the key in the lock.

I know, it sounds crazy to bring home a stranger. I mean, I haven't even seen his face! But I just don't care. When you're staring down you're most erotic fantasy, not much can talk you out of it.

"My room's up the stairs." I lead him up, hearing his heavy steps on the stairs below me.

I open my door and let him in, then close it behind us. I bite my lip at all the Darth Vader posters on the wall.

"Um," I say. "As you see, I've been harboring quite a crush."

I turn and he's on me. His gloved hands rush over my throat, my shoulders, my tits.

I cry out, making the most erotic sound of my life. My fingers scrabble over the electronic buttons on his chest, then behind his back, under his cape.

"Use force!" I demand. I want strong Vader, dark Vader.

He grabs me by the throat and tosses me onto my bed.

"Oh, God! Yes!" I squeal as Darth Vader approaches the side of my bed.

His breath is fast as he looks down at me. "I have to take off my gloves," he says in a thick, deep voice, distorted by his mask.

"Okay," I breathe.

The gloves come off, revealing large hands with long, pale fingers.

I shiver.

His hands pull up my long, white, Leia dress and his attention doesn't leave my legs as inch after inch of flesh comes into view.

His breath stops and he reveals my 

white panties, soaked with my cream.

"Vaderrr," I whine. I need him to touch me.

He focuses on my face, on my lip between my teeth, on my dark eyes that beg him silently.

"Call me something else," he demands darkly. His hands move up to my breasts and fondle them roughly.

"Darth?" I moan.

He takes off my belt so he can lift the dress higher.

"Leia," he scolds in his rasp. "Is that what you should call your father?"

Oh! He wants the daddy/daughter play? "Um, Father?"

He makes a deep rumble, so deep I can hear it through his chest. In a motion, he's on the bed, between my legs with his hands shoving up my bra. My tits feel so good in his strong hands and I squirm, rubbing my panty-covered pussy on his rubber groin cover. I cry out, staring up at his helmet, into the dark spaces that I know cover his eyes.

He grabs my wrists and yanks me into a sitting position. He pops off the rubber cover and yanks open his fly. His long, pink, thick dick springs free.

"Uh!" I moan at the sight. "Oh fuck, Vader, it's perfect."

His hands wrap around the buns at the side of my head. "Ow! Father! I meant Father!"

His rasp deepens as he pulls my head down, aiming his huge dick at my mouth.

I've never sucked dick before! There's no time to protest. He prods his head against my lips. I'm scared, but so aroused. My mouth opens and he shoves inside.

"Wwwaw!" I protest, mouth full of cock. The salty taste, the smooth, velvety skin. I know it's sensitive and I have so many teeth.

"Don't worry if you gag," he grunts. He grips my hair buns tighter and crams his cock in farther.

I do gag.

"Oh," he rasps, rotating his hips. "You're my daughter and I'm fucking your mouth." He makes a few little jerks, trying to cram in even more. I have to hold my throat closed so he can't get in. "I could cum in this little mouth, Leia."

"Mmm!" I moan. I love the sound of that.

He pulls out slowly and shivers. I look up at his mask. "Take off your dress, Leia."

"But father!" I protest, trying to stay in character as he obviously likes it.

"You need to be punished." His tone is imperious.

"Yes." I unzip the back and pull the dress over my head. My white bra is askew and the bottom of my tits hang out.

He takes in a deep breath at the sight. He leans forward and reaches around me.

I squeal happily as he releases the clasp and my bra falls.

He watches stoically while I rub my nipples on the hard electronic buttons on his chest. "Ohh," I moan. "I've dreamed of this." I pull him down and kiss the slotted mouth of his mask. "Mmm."

"Leia," his deep voice groans. "So have I."

I whimper as he forces me down onto the bed. He slides my panties off and presses my legs apart.

"Kooo, keee, kooo, keee," his breath is the only sound as he stares down at my bare pussy.

He hesitates for far too long as I squirm beneath him. "I'm ready! Father, Leia's ready!"

His cock pushes into the folds of my pussy, his rasping breath driving me crazy.

"Yes!" I cry, feeling him slowly work his thick cock into me. "Yeeess," the sound has become guttural, animal. It feels so fucking good!

"Daddy's in you, baby," he murmurs lustily. "Uh," he grunts. "I'm in you."

I don't even care that he's changing the play! His hips rotate, working his cock around in my pussy.

My fingers scrabble at the buttons on his chest. "Yes, daddy! Fuck your baby! Fuck your baby, Leia!"

The rumble begins in his chest again. I feel the power in his body. I feel the strength of his fat cock. I feel the slap of his balls against my skin. "I'm gonna cum," he utters. "I'm gonna cum in you, Madeline."

Yes! Darth Vader's about to cum inside me. My hand finds my clit and twitches it lovingly. I'm about to cum around Vader's dick!

The orgasm hits me hard and I yank him into me with my legs, jerking my hips.

A groan erupts from him and his mask rubs against my face. He tries to pull out, but I'm not done cumming.

I hold on, riding the pleasure with Darth Vader in my cunt.

"Gah!" he grunts and he jerks as his cum fills me.

"Yes," I whisper. "Yes."

He manages to pull out and the second spurt hits me on the clit.

"Mmm!" I exclaim, so replete, so satisfied.

The next moment, he's on his feet, fixing his pants, then pulling on his gloves. "I have to go."

"Already?" I pout. My pussy is still throbbing. I would love to fuck him again.

I can tell that he's staring at me again. Darth Vader is staring at my naked body. Darth Vader's cum is all over my cunt.

"Yes. Now."

"Okay." I sense that he's serious, so I pull on my panties, not even cleaning his cum off first. I pull on my dress then my belt.

"Come," he demands. He opens my door and strides out into the hall, cape whirling behind him. Oooh, he is so good. The perfect Vader. I have to make sure I get his number.

"One sec!" I call after him. I check my hair in the mirror and fix some stray hairs back into the buns. I grab my blaster from the floor.

I hear the door downstairs open and shut.

"Well, damn, he's in a hurry," I murmur to myself, heading out into the hallway.

But then I hear my mom's voice. "Take that damn helmet off. It freaks me out when you talk to me."

Curious and baffled, I peer down the stairs. Darth is standing there, looking down at my mother.

"Take it off, James. I'm serious."

Vader's gloved hands reach up, twist the helmet and pull it off. I try to swallow the thick lump in my throat.

Under the helmet, my father's brown hair is a sweaty mess.

I can't breathe. I can only stare as my mother pulls him down for a kiss. Then she walks toward the kitchen, out of sight.

Dad turns his head and looks up the stairs, right into my eyes. His mouth is slightly open, his brown eyes serious.

We stare at each other.

I slowly make my way down the stairs, fixing my belt to straighten my Leia costume.

He doesn't apologize. "I need to get my car."

I nod. I'm in shock, I think. This must be shock or I'd be freaking out.

Cum drips down my thigh as I follow him to my car.

I get in and crank the engine. I drive down the road.

I don't speak. I have no clue what to say.

My dad fucked me. Well, Darth Vader fucked Princess Leia. With daddy's dick.

I swallow another thick lump.

We both start to speak at the same time.

I glance at him and we both chuckle nervously.

"I told you who I was at the beginning," Dad says.

"I thought you were in character."

He nods. "I know." Still no apology. "You make such a good Leia. I wanted to resist, but I thought if you never knew, I could get away with..."

Fucking me.

"...a chance at my own fantasy."

I'm not mad. He gave me more than I could have hoped for as Vader. I'm just shocked and amazed. Did he get what he wanted, too?

"It was really good," I gush. "I mean, really, really good."

"Yeah."

I feel my pussy leak. I swallow. "Is that costume a rental?"

Dad eyes me, not smiling. "No." His jaw clenches. "Is yours?"

"Yeah."

He grunts and looks out the window. "I'll buy you one."

I pant at the prospect.

Like I said, I don't care who's in the costume. I just have to fuck Darth Vader again.




My Obsession with Darth Vader



And daddy can have another chance to fuck Leia.

Dad pulls on his helmet and twists it into place. The raspy breath begins again.

"Maybe I'll borrow Dana's slave costume," I say, clit throbbing at the idea.

Vader's breath hisses in and out as he looks at me. "Yes," he rumbles.

As we drive, I realize that I'm going to be living with Darth Vader.

"Oh God," I moan. "Hell yeah."

Vader rumbles. He likes it too.



My Obsession with Jade



The Acura Integra ahead of me was off kilter, leaning to the right. Sure enough, the right rear tire was almost flat. The car's brake lights and turn signal came on as it moved over into the breakdown lane.

As I began to pass by, I saw that the driver was a young woman. I like to think I would have stopped had it been someone older, but I really don't know. Even at first glance she was good-looking and in need of a man's help. So I pulled ahead of her into the breakdown lane and stopped.

It was sprinkling rain. I put on my St. Louis Cardinals baseball cap, the blue one they wear for road games; then, zipped up my windbreaker, and walked back to her car. 

Her ash blonde mane was not much longer than my own blonde hair. She was wearing black pedal pushers and a faded denim jacket adorned with sequins. She looked at me, not as friendly or grateful as I expected; then said, "I've had a slow leak in that tire. Guess I should have had it fixed."

Raindrops were collecting in her hair, little diamonds that sparkled in the late afternoon light. At least that's how I remembered her later. "I can change it for you," I said, speaking loud enough to be heard over the traffic on Interstate-70. "You'll need to open the trunk."

She did so, and I began to undo the cover on the spare. She vigorously shook her head, causing the droplets in her hair to fly. I knew then that I had seen her before, but could not recall where. "Look," the woman said, "I'm getting wet out here. Do you mind if I get back in the car?" Almost as an afterthought she added, "I appreciate your help."

"No problem," I grinned. "Shouldn't take long."

But the spare tire was as flat as the one on the car. I walked up to the passenger side window and tapped on it. She clicked the ignition on and rolled down the window.

"Your spare tire's flat!" I yelled, "I can take you to a garage to get it fixed if you like."

"Dammit!" she swore, slamming her hand against the steering wheel, "I've got to be at work soon!" She considered her options, and then said, "Look, can you just drive me to my apartment?" 

I agreed and offered to take the spare with me and get it repaired. She waited as I took out the spare and put it in my trunk. She had two bags of groceries in the back seat, so I transferred them to my car as well. The rain was coming down harder now. The woman got out and locked her car and sprinted to mine, sliding into the passenger seat.

She gave me a quick smile and just like that I recognized her. She was Jade. She saw the look of recognition on my face and frowned. Much to my surprise, she remembered me as well. "I thought it was you. You're the one who looked like he's still in high school, aren't you?"

It's strange to meet a woman casually like that, a woman so ordinary in dress, and recall that you've seen her stark naked, that you've caressed her soft butt, and that she has given you the most shameless looks of raw sexual desire. She was at once the same person and yet someone else.

"Just my luck!" Jade murmured. Then, "Okay, go ahead and say it. 'I didn't recognize you with your clothes on?' C'mon, I've heard all those witty lines!"

I shrugged, saying only, "Hi! My name's Cale." I offered her my hand but she didn't shake it. "Can we go now?" she said.

We arrived at her apartment in about ten minutes, and I carried both sacks of groceries as she opened the front door. A woman who also looked vaguely familiar got up from the sofa as we entered. She had shoulder length black hair and dark eyes, a trace of African-American in her.

"Where've you been, girl?" she cried, "we're gonna be late!" 

"Had a flat tire and this guy helped me," Jade replied, smiling. "Recognize him?"

She looked at me for a second, then said, "Oh yes! The high school boy!" She grinned and went on, "How they ever let you in the club, junior, I'll never know!"

The two women began to put away the groceries. "Did you get my Tampax?" The other woman asked.

"Yeah," Jade replied. "Is a dozen enough?"

"Probably. I swear, I go through two every night." After a pause the other woman gave Jade a quick kiss on the cheek, saying, "Thanks for shopping, sweetie." 

"You owe me a better kiss than that," Jade murmured. And just like that the two women were embracing, kissing each other deeply and moving their hands over each other, moaning almost imperceptibly. Jade especially didn't want to let go. When she did, she looked over to me as she caressed the other woman's breasts.

"Junior, I just want to be sure you understand .... Oh for Pete's sake, Teena, will you look at that!"

Both women stared at the bulge in my pants that was still swelling. Never had I ever gotten so hard so quickly. I blushed intensely; my throat was so tight I could hardly breathe. 

"I just don't understand men!" Jade laughed, "I mean, you'd think girls like us would, but, go figure!"

CHAPTER 2

The women then shooed me out of the apartment. By seven o'clock I had gotten Jade's tire repaired and had put it on her Integra. Then I drove her car to her apartment and hid the key under a rock next to the porch as she had instructed. I called my friend Marty who came to pick me up and took me back to my own car.

Marty was the one who had taken me to the Gemini Club a week earlier as my 21st birthday present. I had had to show every form of ID on me to get in. Even then the manager, Andy, eyed me suspiciously, muttering, "Next time bring your birth certificate, kid. You don't look a day over 17." Nothing makes strip club managers more nervous than the thought of admitting a minor to the premises. They can lose their license in a heartbeat.

Jade had been the first dancer to perform. Later, when Marty invited me to pick a girl for a lap dance, I chose her. That night she was sensual and erotic but yet illusory, somehow hardly more real than a vivid daydream. Even now I believe seeing Jade as a real person that day she had the flat tire, or maybe her kiss with Teena, is what changed everything.

Once I was back in my car, I drove to Kayla's apartment and spent the evening. She was my girlfriend but we did not love each other. Warm affection was about the most either of us could muster. I could not get Jade out of my mind. When I made love to Kayla later on, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that it was Jade's body I was holding, that it was her pussy that welcomed my cock. But of course it was not. 

After that I could think of nothing but Jade. In bed my cock grew rigid each time I replayed her kiss with Teena in my mind. I would casually brush my cock a few times and experience a breathtaking climax. I had the same recurring dream: I would be desperately looking for Jade, but somehow could never find her before the dream ended. My longing to see her again became irresistible.

Three nights later I arrived at the Gemini Club about eight o'clock, and stayed near the back for a while. Then Jade came on to do her number; her music was the Pointer Sisters' Jump (for My Love).

Now she was truly Jade again, in her blonde wig with light green highlights, a green choker, and short see-through lace cami and G-string. I moved to the front and sat along the runway, entirely mesmerized. Somehow the music, the smoke, the awareness of others faded until I was conscious of nothing but her.

As colored lights played across her body, she seemed as much a Platonic ideal of womanhood as living flesh. I marveled at how she could be so womanly, with full, slightly pendulous breasts and ample hips, and yet so athletic. Soon, down to her G-string, she worked the pole with adroit spins and double knee holds. Her agile, supple body left me breathless in wonder.

In that instant I adored the woman, desired her as I had never desired another thing. My whole life up to then seemed no more than a prologue to this moment. I now had a purpose in life: to love, to worship her faithfully. I wanted nothing more.

My heart soared when Jade recognized me and gave me a wink and a smile. She did the same with several other men, but I knew that she was just doing it for them because it was expected. But the look she gave me was special. I could tell.

Each time she leaned down, I slipped a one- or sometimes five-dollar bill into her garter. When she finally eased out of her G-string and was naked except for her garter and platform heels, I could contain myself no longer. My climax was wonderfully intense. She had never touched me, or I myself. Just the sight of her was enough.

It seemed like hours but was likely only a few minutes before Jade invited me for a lap dance. Like an eager puppy I followed her into the back room and paid my $25. Again I was blushing and scarcely able to breathe as Jade stripped naked and moved onto my lap, her breasts just inches from me, so close I could feel her body heat. She turned and presented her butt to me, the only part of her I was allowed to touch. I gently fondled it, knowing that Carl, one of the bouncers, was watching me from a few feet away.

And just like that I came again. Jade turned and paused, looking at me. She bent down to my ear and said, "Did you just cum?" 

"Yes!" I whimpered deliriously, "but please don't stop! Please finish the dance!" 

With a wry smile the woman continued. As the music ended she drew her lips across my cheek and over my own lips. That was enough to bring me to yet another climax, almost as strong as the first two.

Drained emotionally as well as physically, I made my way to the men's restroom. In one of the stalls I took off my cum-soaked Depends Guard for Men that I had worn under my boxers. Before I had left my parents' home where I lived, the mere thought of Jade had made my cock stiffen. I knew what would happen when I saw her at the club, and was prepared for the inevitable. I put on a fresh Depends. The night was not over.

With Jade's second lap dance that night came my fourth climax. I stayed around watching Jade and her roommate Teena, whose stage name was Aja, perform. Aja also gave me a lap dance with the last of the $130 that I had brought to the club, but it was not the same. She was not Jade.

CHAPTER 3

A week later I was standing in Jade's bathroom in my boxer shorts, waiting with a towel as she came out of the shower. "Oo, thanks, sweetie," she murmured. "Did you make me a Seven and Seven?"

I handed her the drink and she took most of it at once. "Jeez," she sighed, "I really needed that." As she drank I used another towel to dry her off. It was three-thirty in the morning.

I had become a regular at the Gemini Club, staying until my money ran out each night. The other dancers teased me, and the patrons called me lover boy, said I was pussy-whipped, or assured me that Jade was way too much woman for a minnow like me.

I had broken two dates with Kayla. Both she and my parents were now angry because I refused to tell them where I spent my nights. But none of this mattered to me at all. I just wanted to go to my temple each night, to worship my goddess. It did not seem too much to ask. I had already used half a box of Depends.

A few hours earlier, as Jade had given me my first lap dance of the evening, I had climaxed as she teasingly held her nipples an inch from my lips. Afterwards as I was getting up, she looked at me closely, as if for the first time she was really seeing me. Her gray eyes looked into my blue eyes; she took my face into her hands.

"Cupcake," she whispered, "why don't you go home and get some rest?" My heart sank. What had I done to offend her? But then she went on with a teasing smile, "You can come back after three o'clock and give me a ride home, okay? It would be nice if you were, shall we say, fresh then..."

I obeyed at once, tantalized by what was suggested but not spoken with her last words. And now I was drying off my idol, scarcely able to believe it was happening. Of course I was rock hard. Somehow Jade always seemed more real, more a woman, when she was not the dancer.

"Refill," she commanded. I made another drink, and she took a sip, saying, "Okay, let's she what you've got."

I took off my boxer shorts. "Mm, nice," Jade said. She sat down on her makeup stool and began to fondle my manhood, murmuring, "Pretty color, not a blemish, the right size, too." Is she sizing up my cock or buying fruit? I thought.

Jade motioned me onto her bed, and just like that curled up at my waist, puckered her mouth, and drew my cock into her. Kayla had once put her lips to my manhood, but it was hurried, as if she just wanted to get it over with.

But Jade slowly let her lips glide down my cock, inch after inch, until she had engulfed me completely, her lips now against my pubic mound. I gasped, astonished that mere mortals could experience such ecstasy. For the next few moments she gently and slowly sucked my cock. When I came, nearly passing out with pleasure, she swallowed my cum as if it were maple syrup. 

She licked and cleaned my manhood a bit, then squeezed the rest of my cum onto her lips. Some of it oozed down her chin. She moved up to me and whispered, "Now lick it off. And kiss me." Unsure of whether it was the most erotic or the most repulsive thing I had ever done, I licked my semen off her and then kissed her lips, salt and sweet together.

Jade then got up and brought a bottle of baby oil from the bathroom, saying, "Give me a massage, would you sweetie?" For the next few moments it was her turn for oohs and aahs as I worked the oil into her supple thighs and calves, and massaged her tired ankles and shoulders. When she smiled wantonly and spread her legs, I knew what was next.

The woman's pussy was soaking wet. I eagerly ran my tongue and lips over her sex, lapping up every delicious drop of her juices. I found her clitoris. Recalling how gently she had sucked my cock, I moved my tongue slowly and lovingly over her bud, eliciting an "Oh, honey, you do that soo nice!"

Then I rose up and mounted her, kissing her at the same time. I tasted her mouth with mine, and her pussy with my cock. I slowly buried myself in Jade.

I have read that, in the far reaches of the Himalayas, there are Buddhist monks who attain pure bliss through years of meditation. They could save themselves a lot of time by just mounting a woman like Jade. I had imagined that her blowjob was the pinnacle of ecstasy, but realized now that it was a mere foothill. True bliss was to lie joined with the woman, to savor her heat and aroma, to immerse my cock and my body in the welcoming pool that was Jade.

So engrossed was I in my pleasure that I did not realize that for her too the earth was moving. Only when I began to climax was I aware that she was driving her nails into my back, writhing beneath me, and screeching Oh yesss, oh yesss oh, god yess!

Too soon it was over. I lay back exhausted, but Jade came to me, kissing me softly on the face and chest. Now glowing, she murmured, "That's the first time I've cum with a man in months. And the best in a long, long time. You are a sweet cupcake!"

We began to kiss again, and I remember thinking that this is how the universe works. When you want and desire something, when you literally ache for it, then that desire alone will ensure that you achieve it. I was so innocent then, so naïve.

I made her another Seven and Seven, and we lay on the bed cuddled together. "Jade," I asked hesitantly, "what's with you and Teena? Are you bi, or what?"

She looked at me for a while, reflecting on her life. "Okay sweetie, here's how it is. When you're in this business, most men treat you okay, but some don't. Guys become nothing but hands and eyes and dicks. And they just see you as a fuck toy, for themselves and sometimes even their friends."

"You get to where you just want someone to hold you and kiss you, be gentle and loving. And to know what you go through ever night. That's how Teena is, see. When I'm at the club and some asswipe is calling me bitch or kewpie doll or maybe copping a feel, I just think that later on, back here, Teena will take me in her arms and kiss me and tell me everything's okay. And I'll do the same for her."

"Then she'll make love to me, and really want to please me. Most men don't care, they just want to fuck the stripper. Teena and I give each other affection, which is what any woman wants. Does that make sense?"

"I guess." After a pause I gave her my most pleading look. "Jade, I want to be like Teena for you. To give you love and comfort. Can I do that?"

"Of course you can, honey. You're the first guy in a long time I've actually made love to and enjoyed it." But a mischievous smile crossed her face. "Maybe we can be sex buddies."

"I don't care what," I replied, "I just want to be with you."

Just then the front door opened, and a moment later Teena entered the bedroom. She smelled of drink and cigarette smoke and sin. "Well, who's this!" she laughed, "Jamie, did th' little puppy dog follow you home!" Jamie is her real name, I thought. But she'll always be Jade to me.

"Uh huh, and he's an angel. Look at this!" Jade drew back the cover, revealing my semi-hard cock.

"Lord, that's the whitest dick I've ever seen!" Teena exclaimed. "You must soak it in milk ever night!"

"Doesn't everyone?" I grinned.

"And it tastes as sweet as it looks," giggled Jade. "Try it."

Teena sat on the bed, bent down, and let my cock slide into her mouth, swallowing me completely. She withdrew, saying, "Mm, I can still taste your pussy on it, Jamie." After a pause, she went on, "You two want some company?"

"We'd love it," smiled Jade.

"Let me get out of these clothes," she said, unzipping her dress, " 'n take a quick shower. You sure this boy's mama isn't gonna call and tell us it's time to send him home?"

"Mama said I could spend the night," I retorted. "You can call and ask her if you don't believe me!" 

Teena showered and returned to our bed. Immediately the two women embraced, pressing their bodies together as they kissed tenderly. The next hour passed as a continual blur of soft breasts, warm wet pussies, smooth womanly bodies intertwined with each other and with mine. I came twice more, once in Teena's pussy and again in Jade's mouth.

By the time the first rays of orange sunlight were bathing the room, we three were both sated and exhausted. The last thing I saw before falling asleep was Teena contentedly licking Jade's pussy.

It was almost noon when I awoke. I got out of bed, careful not to wake the two women who were sleeping soundly, arms around each other. In the living room I called my father, who ran the Staples where I was working that summer, and told him I would not be in that day. Of course he was angry.

After a quick shower I dressed. Finding a grocery list in the kitchen, I went to the local IGA and bought everything on the list. I came back to the apartment and put the groceries away. Then I made a pot of coffee whose aroma finally awakened the two women. 

Jade came into the kitchen, still naked. Even now when I think of her she is always nude. "You still here, cupcake?" she smiled, yawning at the same time. When I told her that I had done her grocery shopping she gave me an affectionate hug. "You really do like to please a woman, don't you?" she grinned.

CHAPTER 4

I was Jade's lover for the rest of that summer, living for the hours that I could be with her at the club. Living for the time she beckoned me to pleasure her and Teena as I had done that night. By the middle of August I had spent all my savings, every last penny that was intended for fall semester at the University of Missouri. But it didn't matter. I couldn't go back to school anyway because that would mean leaving Jade. The very idea was absurd.

Kayla had of course broken up with me, and my parents would barely speak to me. Their looks made it plain what a disappointment I was to them. They gave me tiresome lectures to no avail. I had Jade; that was all that mattered. The only time I felt really alive was in her presence. The feel of her body, the sound of her voice was all I asked of life.




My Obsession with Jade



The last night of August I borrowed $100 from Marty, and had to listen to another speech before he would let me go. I went straight to the Gemini Club, arriving just after eight. The crowd was thin but starting to build up.

Andy was standing near the bar and grabbed my arm as I passed. "She ain't here, cupcake," he said, a trace of a smile on his face. "She's gone."

"What do you mean gone?" I said. Gone is such a terrible word. 

"Her and Teena skipped out, lover boy. Left for Vegas today. Had a take-it-or-leave-it offer from a guy out there, so they're gone. Went for the bigger better deal."

As a kid I had a Springer spaniel that was run over near our house. Now came the same numb this-can't-be-real feeling that I had had when my parents told me about it. Life isn't supposed to be this way. A beloved pet shouldn't die like that; a woman that you love so much it hurts shouldn't just vanish like that.

Andy leaned back to Mike the bartender and said, "Hey, give us two beers."

Mike drew two beers from the tap and handed them to Andy. "Come over here," he said.

We sat at a table with our beer. Andy said, "Look, junior, what did you think was gonna happen? You think you would take Jade away from all this? Move out to the suburbs, let her pop out a couple of babies and be a mom? Is that what you thought?"

"I don't know," I said miserably. "She didn't even call me! Did she say anything? I don't understand!"

Andy took a sip of beer. "I mentioned you to her last night when they were packing up here. She said you'd just get upset, so best to make a clean break."

He paused and then went on, "And if you're thinkin' about followin' her out there, remember this. She never even picked up the phone before she left. Does that sound like someone who wants you with her?"

As reality sank in, the tears began. Knowing that a guy bawling his eyes out would put a damper on the festive mood in the club, I rose and left, saying a hurried, "Thanks Andy."

I got into my car and drove several blocks. I pulled into a parking lot where no one was around and cried inconsolably. Afterwards, as I drove home, colors and sounds all seemed muted and dull. I went to bed and slept almost 14 hours.

That fall I worked full time at my father's Staples, managing to save enough to go back to Missouri for the spring semester. I endured a lot of pitying looks and much shaking of the head from Marty and my parents. You should be ashamed, their eyes said. I tried to visit Kayla but she refused to open the door. 

None of them understand. I can't tell them that I still love Jade, and in a way always will. I can't tell them that if I had it to do over, I would do exactly the same. I'd spend every penny I had, would suffer the taunts and contemptuous looks, just for her.

Of course Jade broke my heart. I guess it was inevitable. But that just makes my memory of her, the yearning I still have for her, all the more bittersweet. That summer I experienced something more intense than I will ever feel again. Call it fever, or obsession, but for me it was a kind of pure love. The kind that isn't rational and does not ask for love in return. Love that is its own reward. Have you ever loved someone that way? Go ahead, tell the truth. Have you?



My Obsession with Jennifer



I first saw her in the Uptown section of Minneapolis. Her looks got to me, what more can I say? She had strawberry blonde hair, cut short, but with what seemed the potential to be wavy if she'd let it grow. Her nose was slightly too big for her face. Her skin was pale. And she had the body of a runner or dancer. Lithe and graceful. Minneapolis is full of attractive blondes, a happy consequence of its Nordic heritage. A lot of these goddesses were just that, however. Goddesses, unattainable symbols of cool Scandinavian perfection. She was different. From the first time I saw her, I sensed an approachability about her. Good thing, because I would never had the courage to talk to her otherwise.

Not that I did approach her right off. No, instead, I kept her image in my head, and thought of her a lot during my working days. She, and her pretty face and sleek body, were the best part of a world I imagined for myself. A world where she and I would travel, and drink wine, and have all-consuming sex every night. Yet also a world where the next morning she'd rest her head on my chest before we rose for work and tell me her hopes and plans for the day, for herself and for us. Is that love? Probably not. I didn't even know her. 

A month or two passed, and with it the last dregs of another Minneapolis winter. If you've not lived in the north, you cannot understand the excitement that comes with those first days of spring. The warmth you'd craved, the birds you'd forgotten, the grass you'd missed. These things and more, a hedonistic embrace of life's pleasures. And with it came her again. It's always startling when reality and fantasy collide, and by this time, she had grown to full fantasy proportions in my mind. At night I dreamed of her tight, naked body next to mine. I visualized her small breasts, how they would taste and feel. I pictured her pretty face as she rode on top of me into the night, my hands on her ass, my cock reaching deep inside her. These thoughts were nightly, often daily, companions.

So when I saw her walking out of a yoga studio one Saturday morning, I gasped. There she was, a little disheveled with strands of wispy blonde hair in her eyes. She was walking towards me on the sidewalk, oblivious to the role she played in my secret life. I watched her walk by. And then I followed her. I needed to know more about her. After ten or twelve blocks, she came to a nice old brick apartment building near the lakes. I watched as she said hello to her neighbors, a father and two little girls who greeted her with laughs and smiles. I pictured her coming home to our house, with me and our daughters greeting her as she came. I loved her at that moment with the purity one loves an ideal. She walked through the front door of her building, and disappeared. 

What is it about another person that makes them our obsession? I don't know. 

After that, my unrequited lust for this pale little vision continued, and grew. But life went on. I am a medical researcher, and my days at the lab passed as they always had. As for a social life, I had friends, and the occasional date. But I'd never really made a connection with anybody since moving to Minneapolis from Philadelphia four years earlier. Month followed month, and as I sat at my favorite coffee shop another lonely Sunday morning, I regretted my decision to come to this cold city. Life seemed to be passing me by. 

It was about two weeks after this departure into self-pity that I saw her again. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a busy Monday morning, and I was in line at the coffee shop, trying to grab a fix before running into work. And she walked in, adorable and perfect, dressed in a tight gray skirt and black sweater. With her blonde hair, she was elegant. I smiled at her as she got in line behind me, and she smiled back. After I got my coffee, I dawdled a while, pretending to be consumed in finding the perfect ratio of cream to coffee. She came over. Normally, I could not have approached such a beautiful girl, but today, I decided, was different. As she stood next to me, I introduced myself. She said her name was Jennifer and that she worked for a financial services company downtown. I asked her if she'd have dinner with me some night. She said yes and gave me her business card. 

It didn't take long for me to call her, and as I walked up to her apartment that night, my heart was in my throat. Never had I had such anticipation for a first date. In my mind, of course, it wasn't a first date. In my mind, we'd laughed and kissed a thousand times. Seconds after I rang her doorbell, there she was. Her blonde hair was a bit longer than when I'd first seen her, and it hung to the side of her face. She wore a black skirt and a funky little pullover that clung to her body. She looked like a beautiful athlete. And her face was darling. I could hardly speak, but mumbled something about the restaurant. Off we went. 

Dinner was fun, but tense. I've never been good at chit-chat. But I could tell she was willing to overlook that, and by the time we arrived at the play I'd suggested, we were like old friends. 

The play was a comedy set in an old theater, and the seats were close together. We had a drink as we waited for the lights to go down, and as we sat and talked, I felt her leg rest against mine. Part of me wanted to ravish her right there. But there was such a sweet innocence about her that I also wanted to take her home and protect her from the world. 

After the play, I drove her home. She invited me in, and as I climbed the stairs, her perfect little ass was right in front of me. The house was dark, and she kept it that way, turning on only a small light in the kitchen as she made us some tea. As the water heated, we grew closer. She sat up on the counter and I drew up to her. She spread her legs and I came between them. I kissed her. She kissed me back. We kissed softly to start, but when she put her tongue deep into my mouth and rubbed her body against the bulge in my pants, I knew Jennifer was ready for more. As she led me to the couch, my head was dizzy. 

I don't know if I'm weird for a guy, but I love foreplay. Kissing a woman's neck, gradually becoming bolder with my tongue and hands. To feel the mounting tension and excitement. To feel those things is to feel alive. 

After an hour of this joy, I felt Jennifer grinding her pussy against my cock. When I realized my sweet little waif was humping my cock, a surge of lust took over. I started grinding my cock into her pretty little pussy. I lifted up her sweater to reveal a lacy black bra. It was so sexy against her pale skin. I almost didn't want to take it off. But I did, and when I put her nipple in my mouth, she told me I could do that all night. 

It was exciting to learn just how badly my little angel wanted to be fucked. After her bra came her panties (what a perfect little pussy, pink with the softest blonde hair in God's creation.) Then my boxers. Is anything more exciting than those moments right before you fuck a new pussy? When you can feel her heat and wetness sliding against your cock? 

I fucked Jennifer for hours. First on the couch, then in her bed, under her warm down comforter. To kiss that pale skin and to fuck her little dancer's body was heaven on earth. I'd never felt so live as I did with my cock inside her tight pussy. I never have again. After three fucks, we fell asleep, exhausted. Is there more to life than fucking Jennifer? At that moment, my answer would have been no. The whole universe was in between her legs, and my only purpose was to cum inside her. Sex clarifies and simplifies. No war. No politics. No responsibilities. No ambitions beyond cumming in her cunt. 

The next morning I woke up to find her sweet little face between my legs, licking my cock. She licked and sucked, and as she did, I pumped my cock in and out of her little mouth. The contrast between my thick cock and her pretty face made the sex hotter. I pumped hard, but she liked it, and as soon as I came, she crawled up my body and kissed me hard and deep, returning to me my own cum with her tongue.

Over the next several months, Jennifer and I repeated our pleasure, but it was never the same. Eventually she starting dating other men. A guy from France. Another from India. Today I think she lives in Paris. I think about her a lot. And I miss her. 



My Obsession with Old Men



Once again, having to masturbate to satisfy myself, I needed a good hard fucking. I need what I dreamt about in my fantasies. To be used hard and rough by a group of older men. There would be no one under the age of sixty, ready to fuck me, and make me do nasty things to them. They would manhandle me and practically rape me, but of course I love every minute of it. The humiliation, the use, the spankings, all of it was a big turn on for me. Being made to know that I am nothing more than a whore for cock is what turns me on the most. 

I will explain my fantasy in more detail so you can get an idea of what a true whore needs and wants. 

It would start out as simple conversation on the internet, turning into being completely controlled within two weeks. He says he wants to meet, and me being the true whore I am, readily agrees. Knowing he will use me when we meet, I still insist on meeting in a public place. I suggest a coffee shop not far from a hotel I know, so just in case things go as expected he will have an easy way to use me. 

I walk into the coffee shop, and since he had sent me a picture online, I noticed him immediately. He stood up as I walked towards the table, and pulled out the chair for me to sit down. Definite brownie points for that slick move. We sat down and proceeded to order dinner and drinks. 

As we waited for our food, we sipped our drinks and talked about everything from our favorite colors, to our favorite sexual positions. When the food we came, we sat and ate in silence. We both knew that after we were finished eating he would use me. No words had to be spoken at all. We both knew that I would submit to his every desire, no matter what it was. I was so attracted to this guy, it was amazing. My pussy was dripping wet as I finished up my food. I needed him to use me, rough and nasty, and I had hoped he felt the same way.

We finished up our dinner and when the waiter came to clear the dishes, he asked for the check. He looked at me, with passion and also threatening eyes and said "Let's go." I can't explain why, but I stood up and put on my jacket and stood waiting for him. He walked passed me and instructed me to follow him. I did as I was told and I followed him out to the parking lot and to his car. He opened the doors and ordered me inside his car. Now I was getting scared. I knew I shouldn't do this, and I should just run, but being the submissive whore I am I got into his car. Following a strong older man's orders is a huge turn on for me. 

He started the car and began driving. I wanted to ask where we were going but thought better of it and kept quiet. He never spoke during the ride, and even as he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. I wondered how he knew about it since he wasn't from the same area as myself. I thought about that for a minute as he parked and told me to get out of the car and once again follow him. I did as I was told until he stopped short and I walked into him. 

He turned around and said in a very forceful tone "Keep your head down and do not speak with anyone. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand." I was trembling as we began walking again. I also noticed my pussy was dripping wet, and all I wanted at that moment was for this man to use me and fuck me, and make me his personal whore. 

He went to the front desk to pay for the room, and kept me at his side with my head down. I am sure the people standing in the lobby, including the old overweight security guard knew exactly what was going on. I could feel there eyes staring at me, as my head pointed to the floor. I was so embarrassed, but also noticed my cunt was throbbing now, and my juices had begun to slide down my leg inside my jeans. I was ready to do anything for him as long as he made me his whore.

As he began to walk away I followed him down the long hallway to room 237, and he unlocked the door and I followed him in. He stopped and turned around and walked back to lock the door. He came back and looked me up and down. Examining me from head to toe. He grabbed my tits and roughly squeezed them and pinched my nipples making a moan escape my mouth. 

"You will make a nice fuck toy for me, and whoever I choose."

"Thank you" was all I could think of to say.

"But first I will use you and see if you're worth sharing with my friends."

"Yes I understand."

"Right now you are nothing more then a cum slut for me."

"Is that understood?"

"Yes."

"And from now on you will call me Daddy."

"Yes Daddy."

"Good cunt."

"Take your clothes off."

"Yes Daddy." I was so excited as I pulled my shirt over my head, and then slid my jeans down and took them off. I stood there in my bra and panties, awaiting my next orders.

"Take everything off whore!"

"Yes Daddy." I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, and slid my panties of exposing my completely shaved pussy. 

He walked over to me and began feeling all over me, touching me everywhere roughly and squeezing and pinching my nipples making them hard as a rock. 

"Bend over cunt."

"Yes Daddy." I bent over the table that was in the hotel room, and gave him full access to my big fat ass. 

He rubbed all over my ass as he told me how he was going own me and use me and make me his whore. He also talked about how he was going to share me with his male friends and sometimes their wives. He also said that in front of other people he would give me the utmost respect, but during play I was nothing more than a piece of fuck meat to him. I couldn't believe how wet I was. Of course I readily agreed to anything. 

"Yes Daddy, I will do anything you want."

"That's a good girl."

"Tonight we will see if that's true."

I thought about what he could have meant by that statement. I couldn't help but wonder what he was planning. My thoughts were interrupted by his hand coming down hard on my ass. 

"OOOhhhh Daddy!!"

"What cunt?"

"Tell me what you want."

"Oh Daddy yes please spank me more, harder please" I said through heavy panting and moaning.

Daddy continued his assault on my ass for about another fifteen smacks, alternating sides. My cunt was like a faucet now, and as he reached down to my pussy he could feel it too.

"Oh you dirty slut, you love this don't you?"

"Yes Daddy, oh yes Daddy!"

"Do you want me to finger your juicy wet cunt whore?"

"Yes Daddy oh yes please Daddy!"

"Tell me what you want slut, beg me for it."

"Oh oh Daddy please finger my cunt, oh please Daddy I will do anything you want, aaaahhh ram your fingers deep inside my wet hole Daddy!"

"You sure you will do anything, no matter what I ask?"

"Yes oh yes anything just please finger my pussy, and make me cum please!"

"Promise?"

"Yes Daddy I promise!"

With that he rammed three fingers deep inside me, fast and hard. I screamed as he pounded away at me, and kept reminding me how I agreed to do anything he wanted. Of course I kept screaming anything, just so he would keep pounding me. 

"I'm gonna' cum Daddy!!!"

"Cum for me bitch, because when you're done you are going to keep your promise."

He fingered me to orgasm as he continued to call me names and abuse my tits, and nipples. I was still hot and ready for more use, when he came to me and put a blindfold on me. 

"What's this for Daddy?"

"Be quiet slut, and just sit in that chair by the window."

I did as I was told and sat naked in the chair, waiting for whatever was next. I heard a knock at the door, and got nervous since you could see directly at me from the doorway. I heard Daddy open the door, and knew whoever was there saw me sitting there naked and blindfolded. I was humiliated and aroused at the same time. I was on display to a total stranger and had no idea what he looked like. I heard the door close, and heard nothing for a minute, but then felt hands groping my tits, and pinching my nipples so hard it made me scream. Of course they were screams of extreme pleasure. My legs started to spread a bit with every hard pinch, and then I felt fingers playing with my pussy, and rubbing my clit making me moan and I started panting just like a true whore. I knew Daddy liked it when his whore panted like a dog from his use, since we had discussed that on the internet. Of course I did that as much as possible so he would get very turned on. 

I then felt Daddy's mouth on my cunt, sucking and fingering me, but at the same time I felt a mouth on my hard nipple. At that moment I knew there were at least two people using me, and making me their whore. I started to cum into whoever's mouth was on my cunt, and still didn't know if they were male or female. That question was quickly answered when I felt two cocks smacking my face. Of course I opened my mouth, almost begging to suck someone's cock. As I felt myself getting my lips around a hard cock, I heard my Daddy say "You have a sixty year old cock in your mouth now whore."

"Do you like that?"

I pulled my head of his cock to answer yes and then continued sucking cock like I was supposed to do. That was my job right now for Daddy. I was to suck any cock that entered my mouth, and enjoy every minute of it. Who was I to argue? I took turns sucking cock, I had now known it was Daddy and a stranger, and I was sucking cock like a pro. The stranger kept commenting on how good I was sucking his cock. I wanted Daddy to be pleased and proud of me, and hoped he was.

I took turns sucking their cocks for about half an hour. I do truly love to suck cock, so that was easy for me. Sucking old cock and licking old man balls makes me feel like a nasty whore, and I love it. I want to be called nasty dirty names while I take an old man's cock in all my holes, and become his whore for use any time he wanted. 

They laid me down on the bed and both kneeled on either side of my head, as I began taking turns on their cocks again. I was so hot and ready for a good hard cock deep inside my cunt. One of them reached down to my sopping wet cunt and began playing with my clit, making me moan on the cock deep inside my mouth. 

"That's it bitch, suck that cock good whore." said the stranger's voice from behind me.

I began sucking on what I know knew was my Daddy's cock, hard and fast. Stroking his hard cock while I licked his balls, and begged him to fuck me. I wanted to feel both these old man cock's inside my juicy cunt, pounding me like the dirty whore I am. Just then Daddy pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved my head towards the stranger's cock. I greedily took it in my mouth, as the stranger told me what a cocksucking whore I am. 

I felt Daddy's cock at the entrance to my dripping wet hole, and in one quick thrust his old cock was deep inside me making me scream for more. Now I had a strange old cock in my mouth, and Daddy's old cock in my cunt. I was in heaven. Being a whore for old men is something that really turns me on. If they call me real nasty names, and are very verbal it's a big plus. My cunt actually gets dripping wet every time I think about it.

Anyway, I will get back to my fantasy. These two old men continue to take turns fucking my cunt and mouth. Now they had me doggie style, and I was sucking cock and getting fucked. Also of course a nice hard spanking. I love to get spanked. I guess I really love rough sex. 

Daddy then grabbed me by my hair and pushed me to my knees on the floor. "Open up bitch!" the stranger ordered.

Of course I opened right up, knowing what they wanted. They wanted me to swallow and wear their cum. They wanted to mark me as a whore for old man cock, and I wanted it too. I waited for their hot cum, and then felt both at the same time shooting their hot loads all over my face, in my mouth, my hair, and dripping down on my tits. I felt like such a whore and I was ready to do anything to keep feeling this way. 

I heard the stranger thank Daddy and leave. I still had the blindfold on when I felt Daddy's fingers playing with my clit. "Did my dirty cunt like getting fucked by an old strange cock?"

"Yes Daddy very much!"

"Why cunt?"

"Because I am dirty nasty whore Daddy."

"That's right whore, very good."

"Thank you Daddy."

Daddy then slid 2 fingers inside my well fucked pussy, making me moan. Daddy had figured out that I love to be fingered while he talks dirty to me, and makes me say nasty things. It's a real big turn on and it gets me dripping wet.

"Who owns that pussy slut?"

"You do Daddy, you do."

Well of course this is still a fantasy but I would really love to make it reality. So here I sit, waiting, and hoping, there is someone, somewhere out there that would like a BBW sub slut to use like this. Maybe he will read this and then I will finally get to fulfill my fantasy. Who knows?