But back to reality, and the true reality on the next morning was answering the phone to Graham at around ten in the morning, Gerry was still in bed.
“4 3 6 5 8 7.”
“Hello, its Graham. I'm just ringing to find out how last night went.”
Just hearing his voice sent a shiver of rage down my spine, but I tried to be polite even if I didn't want to talk to him.
“Oh, it was nice thank you. And thank you for letting us borrow your car and driver.”
“That's alright my dear. You know I'd do anything for you. A little dickybird tells me you also did well at the dancing?”
“Yes. I won the first prize.”
“So my dear, I wonder if I could ask you a favour?”

This I didn't want to hear, I knew he'd pretend it was something innocent, and I'd end-up being in another situation.
“I'm not sure. What is it you want?”
“Oh I see. You don't mind receiving favours, but you don't like repaying them. In that case, I'll say goodbye.”
Even as I first heard the tone of his voice, I began to feel ashamed of my reaction, but by the time he'd finished speaking I felt so guilty, I just blurted out,
“No. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. Just tell me what it is you want.”

Why oh why was I so stupid? I know this man plays mind games, and I also know what his real intentions are. So now my tummy knots up waiting to find out what he's going to ask for.
“I'm not sure if I can ask you now. It seems people who I thought were my friends are now letting me down.”
“I'm sorry. I just don't want to get involved with anything like that club you took me to last time.”
“It's not just you. Even my old friend Peter has sent me some legal stuff; that note you made me sign, it appears I'm now the one who is guilty of stealing my own stuff. And all because I tried to help you and your husband out of a hole; what gratitude? I guess in future, I'll just let the guilty party suffer.”

As I've just said, I know he plays mind games. But games or not, he was having an effect on me,
“I'm sorry. I am really grateful. But that note was just to make sure I didn't end up being a... you know, it wasn't something I could keep doing.”
“Yes, I guess it's easier to say you're grateful than it is to do something to repay your debt.”
“It's not like that. I thought with all those things I did for you, I'd repaid you.”
“Oh now I see. You think having five or ten minutes of sexy romps is payment enough for what could have been thirty plus years in jail. I'm sure if it had been you faced with going to prison for thirty years, you'd put a different value on things. But like I say, you don't believe in honouring your debts, and you've got me over a barrel legally, so I guess you can do what you want and forget who helped you along the way.”

“Please don't say that, tell me what you want me to do?”
“It was something I'd hoped to do last night, but you were otherwise engaged. There is a Japanese importer over here...”
Just hearing the word Japanese sent shivers down my spine, and before he'd finished his sentence, I interrupted.
“Please stop.”
“What? What's wrong, I haven't even told you what I want.”
“I know, but I don't like the sound of it.”
“Sound of what, I haven't told you what I'm planning.”
“It was the nationality of the man.”
“What? You don't like Japanese men?”
“No. I know it's not the done thing these days, but I've had a bad experience with a Japanese man, and I couldn't do anything like that again.”

“Well that's rich. Are you saying you've never had an English man do something wrong?”
“Well no.”
“But that hasn't put you off all English men. I can see you've got a bit of a bigoted personality, to add to your ungrateful nature. And there was I thinking you were a nice generous and open minded girl. It's a good job for you, they don't think that way about us. Otherwise you wouldn't have any of those high tech electrical things you take for granted. But I guess I'm wasting my breath, you've got what you wanted from me, and now I'm of no use, you can just walk away.”

“Ok, you've made your point. But I want to know exactly what you are expecting me to do before I agree.”
“That was what I was about to tell you, but you were the one who interrupted me.”
“Ok, I'm sorry, I'll let you finish before I speak again.”
“Well exactly; my car will pick you up around seven. Of course my girls will have been with you all afternoon, getting you ready. Then, when you arrive at my house, you will be shown up to the smoking room, where I will be waiting with Mr Aioka.”
On hearing that name I couldn't hold back and again I interrupted,
“Oh no.”
“What now?”

“That's the man who I just told you I had a bad experience with.”
“That's not possible; he's never been to England before. He arrived yesterday. Unless you mean you've been to Japan?”
“No. It was him last night at that place we went to.”
“Well if you go around arranging meetings with men from foreign countries without taking precautions, then you shouldn't be surprised when they behave according to their own customs. Why on earth did you go to him last night?”
“He asked us to. He sent a message telling Gerry he could fix it for me to win the dance competition.”
“And you went to his room alone?”
“No, Gerry came with me.”
“Well that's as bad as being alone; he's not exactly action man. What on earth did you think he wanted you for?”
“Please I don't want to talk about it. All I know is that man is not nice, and I couldn't help you if it's him you want me to entertain.”

“So you don't trust me to be able to control the situation?”
“How do you mean?”
“I'm guessing you and Gerry went to him, and he had his own men there to enforce his will on you?”
“Yes.”
“This time, it will be on my turf, with my men, and he will only have one of his henchmen with him. So I'll be in control of what goes on, and being my guest, he'll just comply.”
“I'm still not sure; he didn't appear to be a man who could be persuaded.”
“And neither am I when I'm the one being backed by my manpower. You'll see, he'll be meek as a new born lamb.”
“I hope you're right.”

“So back to what will happen. You say Mr Aioka has already met you; well maybe that was why he was so interested when I showed him the photos of you in the underwear and beachwear. Anyway, all I need you to do is pose for him, in traditional Japanese poses, with the things Mr Aioka will provide.”
“Just posing, no touching or more important, no hitting or beating with sticks.”
“Just posing, Mr Aioka won't touch you at all.”
“And the things he'll be asking me to model?”
“What do you think? They'll probably leave you as good as naked, and he will expect you to display yourself. But surely that won't present a problem for you?”
“Ok, I'll do it, but remember I'm trusting you to make sure he behaves himself.”
“Ok, so I'll send my girls around to give you the once over. Bye for now.”

Just as I put the phone down, Gerry walked in the room,
“Who was that?”
“Your ex boss.”
“Who? Mr Spencer?”
“How many other ex bosses have you got?”
“Did you thank him for last night?”
“Yes. But after what happened with that Jap, I don't know why.”
“That wasn't his fault.”
“Maybe not, but if we hadn't been there, and we'd gone to the Marriott instead, it couldn't have happened.”
“That's just you using your dislike of Mr Spencer to blame him for anything that happens. It could have happened at the Marriott, and at least going to that club, you got five hundred quid.”
“That's all you think about, bloody money.”

“Anyway, what was he ringing for?”
“What do you think? He still wants what he wanted last night, only now it's moved on to tonight.”
“So I suppose you told him where to go.”
“Well I was going to, but he kind of convinced me we still owe him for you not going to prison.”
“But that other guy, Peter said that's all done with now. And he daren't try to shop me now.”
“I know, and even Graham says the same. But he also said, morally, we still owe him.”
“And you went along with it?”
“I guess it made sense when he explained it, but I'm not sure now.”

“So, has he told you what he wants you to do tonight?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“You'll laugh if I tell you.”
“Laugh? Why, what has he got in mind?”
“No I don't mean its funny, but you'll think I'm mad for agreeing to go.”
“Come on you can't leave it there.”
“It's that same Japanese man. Mr Aioka.”
“You're joking?”
“No.”
“My god Mary, even I wouldn't go anywhere I knew he was going to be. You can't seriously tell me you're going to meet him again?”
“I don't want to, but Graham said he could make sure I wasn't touched. And I agreed to go and model some Japanese underwear.”

“Are you kidding? Over there they either wear nothing underneath, or just wrap themselves in white cloth. I think you've got it all wrong. And if you think that bloke will be contented to just sit there watching you model, in either Jap or western knickers, and not touch you? You were right, you are mad.”
“So should I ring Graham and tell him I'm not going to go to his house?”
“I would. But why are you asking me. I thought I was a moron these days. You only take notice of that Peter fella.”
"What? You think I should ask him?"
"Not really. But what ever I say, it'll be wrong."
“Don't be like that. But you might have a point. He'd have more idea about Graham's intentions. But that would mean telling him all about last night.”
“So?”
“The less people that know about that, the happier I'll be.”

“Your choice. But don't go blaming me if it all goes wrong.”
“I wouldn't. But even if I have to tell Peter, I know he'll understand. And I'm sure he'll know what's best to do. I'll ring him now.”
I dialled the number, it took a few rings, and I expected the phone to go over to a message service, but then,
“Hello.”
“Is that Peter?”
“Yes, is that Mary? I was about to ring you when I got through with this meeting. I wanted to know if it is convenient to call on you?”
“Oh yes please. We've got something to tell you, and we need your advice.”
“Ok, can't really talk now, I've just had to duck out of a meeting to answer this call. I'll wind the meeting up, and be with you in half an hour.”

So that was it, I made our lunch, and we waited for Peter. It took him a little over his estimated half an hour, but when he arrived, his first question was,
“So why on earth did you go to that place last night?”
We were still walking along the hall as he asked me, and as we turned into the front room and he sat himself down, I answered,
“Well, to be honest, I thought we were going to the Marriott as you'd arranged. It was Gerry who changed the plan.”

Peter looked at Gerry.
“I sometimes wonder how many times that man has to dupe you before you see him for what he is.”
Gerry didn't look pleased at this rebuke,
“What do you mean?”
“That Japanese man is one of Graham's business contacts, he set you up. Your wife was used as a sweetener to help his importing business.”
As I looked at Peter in amazement I asked,
“How do you know about that man?”
“I told you yesterday, I know people who are interested in that kind of activity. And he is one of those on the fringe, the ones you have to handle very carefully. And his taste in entertainment is not for the squeamish. You can think yourself lucky you got away as lightly as you did, he must have been in a good mood.”

“So you even know what he did to me?”
“Yes. And what happened to Gerry.”
“His leg, yes, that was really scary.”
“Well yes, I bet that bit was, but I was actually talking about what happened to him later.”
I looked at Gerry, and this time it was him who turned a bright red. This was something very unusual. I hesitated to ask, but I couldn't stop myself,
“When do you call later? And what happened?”
Peter looked a bit guilty, knowing he'd let the cat out of the bag, but he just said,
“That's up to your husband to tell you. I thought you'd already know about it.”

I looked at Gerry,
“Well? Cat got your tongue?”
“Please Mary. I'll tell you later when we're on our own.”
“But Peter already knows, so why am I the only one who's being kept in the dark.”
“It was after you'd stormed off. I was about to go back to the bar, when that manager bloke asked if I wanted to join Mr Aioka in his apartment.”
“But after what we'd just been through, why on earth did you go back up there?”
“I don't know, curiosity I guess.”
“Curiosity? You know what that creep is capable of, I wouldn't have gone back up there for all the tea in china.”

“Well I did. And when I got up there, it was me who they grabbed hold of. And they did the same to me as they did to you. Well not exactly, they didn't spank me, and it wasn't Mr Aioka who... you know. But it was one of those guards of his. And while they did it, that little bastard was sat there watching and laughing.”
“Oh my god Gerry. I never knew. Are you alright?”
“Well I ain't going near that bastard again, that's for sure.”
“I can't for the life of me understand why you went back after what we'd both been through earlier.”

Peter said,
“I think the curiosity was enhanced by what they told him he might see when he got there.”
I turned and asked,
“See? Like what?”
“I'm guessing, but it normally goes something like, ‘we're going to have a little show up stairs'. When you ask what kind. You're told, ‘someone will be getting an arse fucking. Do you want to come and watch?' You will of course, imagine you are going to see some girl getting fucked. But when you get there, the only person you see getting fucked; is yourself in the mirror.”

I turned to Gerry,
“Was that what happened?
In a very dejected voice he replied,
“More or less.”
I got to my feet, and as I knelt by his side, I wrapt my arms around him, and we hugged and kissed. We'd only been hugging for a few seconds, when Peter, said,
“I can't imagine why you're making such a fuss of him. For a start, he only went up there hoping to either see or be the one to fuck some poor innocent girl. And what happened to him is not a patch on what you've done on his behalf.”
I gave Peter a dirty look as I said,
“Less of that. You wouldn't be so cocky if you'd been through something like that."

“Ok, if we can't talk about that, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Its Graham, he wants me to go to his house tonight.”
“But you know he has no hold over you now.”
“I know, but he says, morally, I still haven't paid him enough.”
“That's bollocks. If you'll excuse my French.”
“But when he was explaining it to me, I felt so guilty; I agreed.”
“That's silly. Do you know what he wants you for?”
I repeated what I'd told Gerry'
“To model some Japanese underwear for Mr Aioka.”
“And you believed that? My god Mary! You're not the girl I took you for. I thought you had more sense than that.”

Then he looked at Gerry,
“Surely you weren't going to let her go?”
“I told her I didn't think it was a good idea, and I was the one who told her to contact you, to ask what you thought.”
“Well at least you're starting to think straight, and I'm glad you're now accepting that maybe I do know a bit more about these things than you do. But first things first, pick up the phone and tell Graham he's out of luck.”
He was looking at Gerry when he gave the instruction, and as Gerry picked up the phone, he asked,
“Then what?”
“Don't worry about what comes next, just phone Graham and make sure he gets the message.”
Gerry phoned, and he told Graham, but obviously Graham was putting up an argument or some kind of defence of his motives. Then as Gerry came off the phone Peter asked,
“So is he clear about where he stands?”
“It's not that simple.”
“Oh my god, don't tell me he's persuaded you to let her go?”
“He says Mary won't be hurt in any way, and the only reason you don't want her to go, is because you are a major league pimp. He says you have over fifty whores working for you, and all you're doing is attempting to get my Mary to join your stable.”

“But you know that already. I explained the other day I run girls, and yes, if your Mary wants to do that kind of work, I'll make sure she's protected, and find her suitable clients. But how does that change what could happen to Mary tonight?”
“I don't know. It was the way he put it, he says he'll look after Mary better than you, and he isn't trying to make money out of her. He only wants her to entertain some of his friends, and he won't make her into a whore.”

Peter looked from me to Gerry, and then slowly said,
“Well. I guess it's just a case of who you believe. I thought I'd found a way out for you from under Graham's thumb. And I've already told you, the other stuff is your choice. But if you think he's your saviour, then it's up to you.”
Gerry looked at me, but I guess I was as confused as him as to whom we could trust. Then Gerry said,
“I think maybe she should go to Mr Spencer's house tonight, and if it is as he says, then maybe we'll just pay him off, doing the odd modelling thing for him. That way I can maybe go back to my old job, and things can get back to normal.”

“You bloody fool. Still it's your funeral. Or to be more precise, it's your wife's.”
“I don't think he's as bad as you make him out to be.”
“Ok, you've made your choice. But you do know what will happen to your wife tonight?”
“She's told you, just modelling.”
“Do you want to see some photos of what kind of thing he has in mind?”
I answered,
“No, it's alright. I can guess I'll be showing lots of naked flesh. But so long as I'm not being slapped or beaten, it won't be too bad.”

“I should just go and let you suffer, but I do feel partly responsible for you being in this mess. Wait while I go to my car and gets some photos, then I'll explain what he has planned for tonight.”
He got up and went out to his car, and Gerry said,
“What do you think, who would you trust?”
“Peter. But even if we trust him, we know he wants me to work as a prostitute for him. At least with Graham, even if tonight does involve sex, I'm sure once I've done it a few times, and you're back working at your old job, we can then get back to normal; like you said.”
“That's the way I see it. I don't think these photos will make any difference, no matter how much cunt you have to show.”

I didn't like the way Gerry put it, but in essence, the gist of what he said was about right. Then Peter came in and handed us about five photos. All the photos were of the same girl, but just one glance at each of them made a shiver run down my spine. The girl was naked in all of the photos, and in all of them she was hanging by ropes from a horizontally suspended bamboo cane. What it was hanging from was not shown in the pictures. All that could be seen was the single rope divided into two, and held each end of the stout bamboo shaft, which was somewhere around five or six feet long, and a good inch or more thick. The poor girl was trust up with ropes cutting into her naked flesh, each photo showing her in a different pose to the next. And in one, she was being probed in her pussy by a large dildo that appeared to be part of a mask worn by a man. To say she looked in distress in all these pictures is an understatement, and to say I was repulsed by them was also putting it mildly.

Peter asked,
“Well, do you still intend to let your wife go to meet that man?”
“What makes you think this is anything to do with Mr Aioka?”
“It was him, or to be more accurate, his personal assistant who sent them to me.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Because he knew he'd be over here for a few weeks, and I have a reputation for being able to provide girls for any kind of taste, no matter how weird.”
“I don't get it, if you can find him a girl, then what makes you think he will do something like this to Mary?”

“If I find him a girl, it'll cost him five grand plus for just one night. Girls in this country don't go in for that kind of thing lightly. But a leopard doesn't change his spots, and being as Graham is trying to butter this guy up, it's my guess, he's gonna use your wife to do it.”
Gerry repeated what I'd told him,
“But Mr Spencer has already said it's just posing in Japanese underwear.”
“That is what Mr Aioka calls posing, and as for Japanese underwear, they either wear nothing, western stuff as in my catalogue, or traditional linen wraps. Did he actually say underwear?”
Peter was looking at me when he asked the question.

I thought back, and then tried to repeat the actual words Graham had said,
“I think it was something like, ‘He'd seen the photos of me in the underwear and beachwear. And he wanted me to pose for him in traditional Japanese poses. He would provide the...' I'm not sure. I think he said ‘things', which I assumed meant underwear or swimwear.”
“As I thought. Those photos show the traditional poses he wants, and the things, are ropes, clips, pins and all manner of other ways of causing pain.”
Gerry held me close, and I snuggled into his chest.
“So my boy, if I was you I'd tell Graham to find some other sucker.”

Gerry went to the phone, and it was obvious from his attitude, he was just telling Graham, and not listening to any kind of excuse or explanation. Then when he came back, he looked at Peter,
“Well I guess I can forget about getting my job back. And now, I'll bet you have some kind of plan of your own.”
“Plan? For what?”
“For Mary. Who else?”
“I have no plan. As far as I'm concerned, all I'm gonna do now is leave a card with the name and address of my legal people, just in case Graham ever does try anything silly. You've already got my card, if you do want to contact me. So I guess I'll take my leave.”

I looked at Gerry, and my eyes were asking if he thought I should offer to reward Peter for his help. But Gerry just asked,
“What's up with you?”
“Please Peter, can you just wait here a minute, I want to have a quick word with Gerry on my own.”
And with that I took his arm and led him into the kitchen.

“We can't just let him go without doing something to show him how much he's done for us.”
“Oh I see. You're back to that again. I'm beginning to think this sex thing is like a drug for you. Any man who crosses your path you have to open your legs.”
“You ungrateful pig. I've done all this to keep you from prison.”
“Yes so you keep banging on. But that's sorted now, and yet you still want an excuse to get him into bed with you.”
“I sometimes wonder why I bothered. Don't you understand if it hadn't been for Peter, I'd still be under Graham's control, and those photos you saw would be me tonight? And maybe even worse tomorrow. Well I don't care what you think, I'm going to let Peter know if he wants me; it's the least I can do to repay him.”
As I turned and began to walk back to the front room, Gerry said,
“So why did you asked me my opinion, if you'd already made up your mind?”

I ignored him, and as I walked into the front room, I said to Peter,
“We really are grateful for all the help you've given us, I know we haven't got enough money to repay your kindness, but if you want to go upstairs with me, I'll do my best to show you how much we appreciate your help.”
“You know what I think about your prowess in that department, but I can see from Gerry's look, it is just been offered as a repayment. So as much as I'd love to take you up on the offer, I think I'll say no. If at any time in the future you want my help, just ask, and if at any time in the future, you offer yourself to me, just because we are friends, then I'll consider it an honour. But an offer made under these circumstances is not what I want; I think you're confusing me with Graham.”

As he first started talking, I felt hurt; at first thinking he didn't want sex with me. But then as he continued, my feelings changed, and I somehow felt we'd insulted him.
“Please Peter. It wasn't meant in that way. And I do look upon you as my friend.”
“Maybe love. But I know your husband still thinks I'm only doing this to get my hooks into you. So better we part now on good terms.”
I reached up and with my arms around Peter's neck I began to kiss. The kiss lasted over a minute, and as our tongues mingled, I felt an exchange of spirits between two lovers. In that brief moment, I knew this could not be the last time Peter and I would be in each others arms. Then as he gently lowered me back to my feet, he held out his hand to Gerry, and said,
“Well my lad. Hope you get your life sorted out. I have only two pieces of advice for you. One; stay well clear of Graham, no matter what he's offering. And second, make sure you take real good care of this little girl. Because if you don't, there's plenty of men out there who will willingly do it for you. And you young lady. Well what can I say, I'm sorry to be saying goodbye, but happy you are now free to make your own choices.”

With that he walked out of the room; in seconds was climbing into his car and as I stood in the front doorway with Gerry's arms wrapped around my waist, off drove Peter. My head was racing, not knowing if that was the last time I'd ever see him. Then my trance was broken by,
“Hmm. Maybe he was genuine. I thought all that stuff was just his patter leading up to getting you working in one of his brothels.”
“Gerry! You really are crude. Even if he had been trying to persuade me to work for him, it wouldn't have been like that.”
“Look girl, it doesn't matter how it would have been, if you work for him selling your body for sex, you're a whore and that's that.”

The next few days were very strange, Gerry not going to work, and not even going out of the house looking for it. We had argument after argument, neither of us knowing in what direction our life would take, or even in what direction we wanted it to go. Gerry collected all his pay owing to him from work, and with the other money from those two men and the dance competition; we had around two grand to live on. Not much, once the monthly mortgage had been taken out, especially knowing there wouldn't be another pay check next month.

Then out of the blue came an invitation to the next round of the dance competition, to be held this time in Manchester, a large town about a hundred or so miles away. As soon as Gerry read it, his eyes lit up,
“That's it, if you win this one, it'll solve our money worries.”
I had also been thinking, but I'd been trying to work out how I could even think about entering.
“It will; will it? Well for one, I need a dress. You won't get much change out of a grand for the complete outfit. And then there's entrance money, hotel, and who am I going to dance with?”
“I hadn't thought about that. What about if I phone Mr Spencer and see if he can pull any strings?”

“My god Gerry, don't you dare.”
“But he was the one who organised the dress and a dancing partner last time.”
“Yes, and if you remember, that Japanese bloke was some kind of business contact of his, so it's a little more than a coincidence, that we got involved with him, don't you think?”
“Well maybe he'll have gone home by now.”
“You're not phoning Graham, if it isn't that Jap, he'll find some other man to humiliate me with. What about if I phone Peter?”
“But he didn't organise any of that stuff, and I can't see him paying for a dress or hotel.”
“You're right; we couldn't expect him to pay out unless we do something for him.”
“Are you still going on about having sex with him?”
“No.”

The subject was dropped, and as the next week passed by, our arguments increased in frequency and bitterness, and by now Gerry had taken to going out in the afternoons to the pub. Although I resented this, because we couldn't afford it, it did give me a welcome break from our constant rowing. While he was out one afternoon, the phone rang,
“4 3 6 5 8 7.”
“Hello, is that Mrs Mary Kendal?”
“Yes, who wants to know?”
“Well my name is Jeff Bland, and I represent the Matrix Organisation. I assume you've heard of us, we produce the dance show on Saturday night television.”
“Yes, but what do you want me for?”
“You won the last round of the preliminary competitions, and we expected you to take part in the next one, but you haven't returned your entrance application.”
“I won't be competing.”
“Why ever not?”
“A little thing called money.”
“But I was led to believe you were being sponsored by a wealthy business group.”
“Maybe that was who sponsored me for the last competition, but not anymore.”
“Well if there's anything I can do to talk to them, I might be able to persuade them about the advantages of continuing their support.”
“No thank you, it was my decision to end the connection between us.”

There was a few seconds pause,
“Well I won't pry into your reasons for making that decision, but we would still like to see you in future competitions, and you do realise, winning that last one gives you automatic entry into our up coming series on the TV? Surely you'll be competing in that?”
“I hadn't realised, but even if I'm entitled, I still have the same problem.”
“But don't tell me you'll miss out on the opportunities being on TV will create for you.”
“What opportunities?”

“They're endless. Once you've appeared on our program, you'll get invitations to appear on all kind of TV shows. You'll automatically become a celeb, and that means you can ask money just for going to events, and almost never have to buy things like theatre tickets, meals, clothes, and even sometimes jewellery. The list of things people will want you to endorse is endless. If you can't afford the necessary to compete, I can recommend and introduce you to several companies who will support your entrance expenses.”
“Why would they do that?”
“As an investment, knowing even if you don't win, just the TV exposure will allow you to generate any money they loan you.”
“I didn't realise it could be that profitable.”
“Just let me send someone to see you to explain it all. There will be no obligation to take up their offer.”
“Ok, but make sure they ring me first so I can have someone here who'll be able to advise me.”
“Ok, will do, and I hope we see you entering for the next round. Bye for now.”

My first action was to pick the phone back up and ring Peter to ask if he would be available when the person came to see me. I knew I wouldn't be able to decide if it was a good idea to accept what ever terms they offered, and Gerry wouldn't be much better than me. But Peter said in his opinion, it was pointless the person coming at all, and he suggested he should come and explain his reasons to Gerry and I together. So knowing Gerry would be home later, I arranged for Peter to call to see us around seven in the evening.

When Gerry arrived home from his afternoons drinking, I gave him his evening meal, and told him about the two telephone conversations I'd had while he was out. The first one got him excited, but on hearing I'd arranged for Peter to come and advise us, this dampened his enthusiasm. But around seven, Peter arrived, and I showed him into the front room. He then told us, that in his opinion, the dance competition was a really positive way forward, and he even said,
“I'm not sure old Graham intended it to work in your favour, but getting you to that competition was the best thing he could have done for you.”

He went on to explain all the things the man on the phone had mentioned about capitalising on a TV appearance were true. And he even added, if handled by an agent, I could make a career from just one appearance. But he strongly advised against going through any of the many sponsors that I'd find willing to back my attempt. Again, in his opinion, unless they were backing me to gain advertising from my appearance, he said their motives would be the interest they would make on the money loaned to me. And as this would be a very substantial sum, it could take me years to pay it back. And leave me in the position where if the future career didn't pan out, I could be deep in debt for years, or even loose our house.

Gerry didn't look pleased at Peter's advice, and he said,
“So even though you think she could make loads of money, you don't think it's worth the gamble?”
“It's your choice, but, and I'm not saying your Mary can't dance; you did say that last competition was fixed. There are so many who've gone this way before, and come unstuck.”
“So should she just give-up on her dream?”
“No. But if you could earn enough money to get the ball rolling, and then just do a single job every time you need to top-up the kitty. That way if she wins competitions on her own merit, and the money does start rolling in, it'll all be spends. But if things don't turnout, you won't end up in debt.”

“I get it. You're back to trying to get Mary working in one of your whore houses?”
“Not quite. But I do have a couple of clients who saw her dancing the other week, and either or both of them would pay handsomely to take her out for the evening.”
“Yes, but she'd still be working as a whore, and you'd still take your cut?”
“Well her job title would actually be 'An Escort', but yes, she'd be whoring. And yes I'd take my ten percent. But at around two grand a man, she'd make a net of three-thousand six-hundred for just two nights. And she'd be wined and dined at the very best places, and I can guarantee she won't have to put up with any rough stuff.”

I still hadn't spoken, as I thought Gerry was fighting my cause quite effectively. But as Gerry heard the amounts of money to be made, I could see his excitement building. Then he asked,
“Are you sure you can get that much money for just one fuck?”
“I told you before, it's the desirability factor. They know she's gonna be on TV, so they can brag to their colleagues, ‘I've fucked her'. Once she's actually done her first show, I'll be upping the anti to five grand a time.”
“Jesus Mary. I bet you never knew just how valuable that pussy you're sitting on was worth?”
I replied in a disapprovingly sarcastic tone,
“You're right. But I also never imagined you put so little value on it.”

He looked at Peter,
“What the fuck is it with her? I don't know what I've done; but what ever I say I'm in the wrong.”
Peter didn't reply to Gerry, but turned and said to me softly,
“I know it's a hard pill to swallow, but if you just do these first two jobs, it'll give you enough funds to enter the next few competitions, and keep your household bills up to date. If you're winning competitions by then, and as your fame grows, maybe I could get you some legitimate advertising.”
I didn't answer, but just sat there with my head hung low, shaking it side to side. Gerry said,
“It don't look like she's interested. And it wouldn't surprise me if I'm in the spare room tonight. I guess you'd better go.”
“Ok, I'll leave. And if you still want to take up a loan, I will try to get here to advise you. Bye for now.”

As soon as he'd gone, and it wasn't even seven-thirty, I went up to my room, got into bed, and that was me for the night. Gerry didn't attempt to join me, but he spent the night as he'd predicted, in the spare room. I didn't actually go straight to sleep when I'd gone up stairs; I lay there into the early hours of the morning, just running various scenarios through my head. I was up and doing housework by the time Gerry decided to come down stairs, and his first words were spoken in a very submissive tone.

“Are we cool?”
“I guess so. I'm sorry about last night; I know it wasn't your fault.”
“So I guess I'll have to think about going to the job centre?”
“Maybe. But before we do anything, I think we should talk.”
We both sat down, and he held my hand,
“Ok, what are you thinking?”

“I haven't decided anything yet, but let me just run these ideas past you. First, you could do what you've just said, go find a job, and I'll go back to being a dreary housewife.”
“You're not dreary.”
“No please don't speak; I'll loose my train of thought.”
“Sorry.”
“Well that is one option.”

“Then I could wait for this man from the TV Company to send someone to sponsor me. And maybe, just maybe, if my dancing is good enough. And if my face clicks when I do TV interviews, then I could become a celeb. But that is a big risk.”
I paused before daring to say the next option.
“Ok, you know the third option, but if I spell this out; I don't want any comments about me being sex crazy.”
“I'm Shtum.”
“Well if I do let Peter find men, at least if I'm not any good at dancing, at least I'll have given it my best shot, and we won't be in debt.”
“Can I speak?”
“Yes, I want to know what you think?”

“You've obviously thought this through. And it's also obvious; you want to try the dancing. Like you just said, once you've tried, if it don't workout, I can always look for work then, but we won't be starting with a big debt to repay.”
“So you think I should phone Peter?”
“I guess so.”
“You know what that will make me?”
“Yes, but it isn't as if you're gonna keep doing it.”
“And there won't be any snide remarks?”
“No babe. You know I'm with you all the way.”

So move on a week, Peter has advanced me the money to enter the next round of the competition. Supplied me with a wardrobe of a dozen dresses and underwear. And even managed to locate Trav, and persuade him to be my permanent partner. But this now meant, any competition money earned, would be split two ways. But that was better than none at all. So now my days are taken up with dance practice, while Gerry spends his mornings in bed, and his afternoons down the pub.

I think it was about two or three weeks after making my decision, that I got a call from Peter, asking me to be ready at around seven the next evening, I'd be picked up by a taxi, and meet a Mr Yardley at the Holiday Inn. He also told me to expect an express delivery; he'd sent me a supply of yellow pills. The pills arrived that same day by motorcycle dispatch rider. The next evening, I was ready, and the taxi was on time, but I'd made up my mind to do this without the help of the pills. So about seven-thirty, as I step out from the cab, a very distinguished gentleman was waiting to take my hand.
“Good evening Mrs Kendal, I'm Mr Yardley. I think you're expecting me?”
I took his hand, gave a slight bow, and replied,
“Yes. But please call me Mary.”

There was some small talk, where he also told me his first name, which was Alan, and then he escorted me into the hotel. We dined in the main restaurant, and as you might expect, the meal was sumptuous. I did drink some wine, but not too much, I wanted to be sure I kept my wits about me. After the meal, we talked, nothing of any consequence, just me agreeing with any opinion he put forward. Then around nine-thirty, he took me through to the ballroom, where there were about thirty or so couples just dancing in a relaxed manner around the floor.

We joined them, and though not a competition dancer, this man knew not only how to dance, but how to hold a girl and provide the all important lead. The next hour or so was so pleasant, just floating around, not having to impress any judges, but still being with a real dancer. Even if he was in my dad's age group! I later found out he was actually sixty-two years old! I'd only guessed in his early fifties. But all that aside, his behaviour and conversation was impeccable, and it was hard to believe what the real purpose of this evening was.

During the evenings dancing, we took time out several times, where he'd drink champagne, but after just the one glass, I reverted to a non-alcoholic orange drink. I guess it was around eleven-thirty when the mood of the music began to incline to the romantic, and they also dropped the light level. It was with this change, that it became evident; Alan was beginning to think about what was still to come when the dance had ended.

This as you can guess was demonstrated by his cock making itself known as Alan pulled himself close to me during the dancing. The first time I realised, I guess it must have shown on my face, because he immediately slackened his hold, and as a mild blush came to his cheeks, he whispered in my ear,
“I'm sorry my dear. It has a will of its own.”

I found this so charming, as he'd been holding me tightly to his body all evening, and it wasn't as though he'd suddenly pushed his cock up against me in a base or threatening manner. So as I said,
“I understand. But please don't relax your hold; I need your strong guidance.”
The smile that appeared on his face was as if I'd given him the moon, and he resumed his grip, pulling my body back into contact with his cock.

The rest of the dances were almost like actual sex! Several times, I saw his eyes glaze over, and I was almost sure it was because he was actually cuming in his pants. But it wasn't just him who couldn't control his emotions, on at least three occasions, my arousal got the upper hand, and by the time we arrived at the last waltz, I was praying the juices I could feel at the tops of my legs wouldn't make themselves known to other dancers.

His comments about our evening as we made our way up in the lift, and along the corridors towards his room, had now moved from the impeccable behaviour standard, to the, can't wait to fuck you variety.

I guess that's not really fair, his language was always that of a gentleman, but the subject of his conversation was now directed to the actual point of the evening. He told me how he'd cum whilst dancing, and how he wanted to cum in every possible way with me. I for my part tried to banter on equal terms, and didn't let any of his sexual suggestions faze me. As we arrived at his room his first pressing engagement was the bathroom, and whilst he was busy, I re-opened the door and hung the ‘Do Not Disturb' sign on the outside.

Then as we proceeded to the bed, he lay me down and took the greatest of pleasure in slowly peeling my clothes off until I was completely naked. Then he must have spent a good ten or more minutes kissing, stroking, licking and generally fondling just about every square inch of my flesh, finishing up with his face buried deep into my crotch. My arousal was simmering just below boiling point as we'd left the dance floor, and his wonderful attention since we arrived in his room created several minor eruptions. But his tongue in my pussy, bottom and that whole area, had me bucking and heaving, and almost at the point of begging him to fuck me.

But before I actually reached that humiliating situation, he stepped down from the bed, and began to strip himself. As his boxer shorts left his waist, I could now see why his cock had made itself so apparent during the dancing. Not only was it hard, but big. Not I hasten to add a rival for Olaf, but fatter and every bit as long a Peter's magnificent specimen. Once naked, he climbed up alongside me, and as he lay himself on his back, he said,
“Come-on then, let's see you earn your money.”

This was definitely an out of character remark for him, and at first I took it as some kind of slur. But then it came to me, that this man had treated me to all of the finest things money could buy all evening, and he was right, it was now my turn to show him I was worth two thousand pounds of his money. I got up onto my hands and knees along side him on the bed, and asked,
“Do you want me to take you in my mouth first, or shall I just mount you?”

“I think you can just slip that little cunt onto my cock, it won't take long for my first load.”
I lifted my leg over his torso, and put the head of his cock against my wet slippery valley. Knowing the size of his cock, I'd intended to lower myself down slowly, but my pussy had other ideas. As soon as I felt his bell-end resting against the flesh of my slit, my hips lunged forwards. It wasn't so much his cock slipping up my pussy; more a case of my pussy stretching itself down and around his cock. It took me by surprise, and I could tell by the look on his face, he was also taken aback.

Unthinkingly, I paraphrased his remark from earlier,
“I'm sorry. It has a will of its own.”
A wry smile appeared on his face, as he pushed his cock hard up, making crotch to groin contact. I fucked him slow and purposely, using all of the length of his cock, but as he'd said, it was only five or so minutes before he began to jerk his cum up into my pussy. My pussy, of course, returned the compliment, by going into a minor convulsion.

This orgasm was a full contraction and fairly hefty gusher, but not one that knocked out my consciousness. But even though he'd finished his cum strokes, and I was conscious of my crotch display, I was unable to cut my performance short. So by the time I was able to lift myself from above him, his lower belly was covered in my sticky juices. Now I guess in some of the other sexual events that had taken place in this last month or so, this kind of sticky excess must have covered my sexual partner before, but then as I had either been in a semi-conscious state, or just because I'd felt like I was the one being used, I'd never before felt guilty for causing such a mess. But now with this man who I still considered to be a refined gentleman, I felt so guilty, and I began to blurt out apologies.

He just smoothed over the whole thing, by turning me over on my back, ignoring the sticky mess, and just began to kiss and caress me. Within minutes, we were making love again; for that is what it felt like, not just lustful sex. And he continued in this way for at least two hours, I think he actually climax seven times! How a man of his age had the stamina, to enable him to keep his erection for so long, I can only assume must be due to some kind of drugs. But never mind the length of time he held his errection, where on earth did he summon up all that spunk!

We slept the night together in each others arms, and when I awoke in the morning, he was gone. But there on the little table beside the bed were two tall champagne glasses. One was empty, but the other had a single red rose in it. To one side was a bucket with a bottle of champagne sitting in the ice, the wires already broken, and cork ready to pop. Then set up in front of the glass with the rose was an envelope. I reached across and took out the note from inside.

My Dearest Mary,
Thank you for a wonderful evening; I can't remember when I last enjoyed myself as much as I did last night. I hope you enjoy the champagne. The bill for the room, complete with breakfast is already settled. The breakfast can be taken either in the room, or in the breakfast lounge downstairs. When you leave, just ask at reception, I have settled the fare for the taxi. I sincerely hope we can meet again some time in the near future.

Bye, and fondest wishes Alan.

So after I'd had my shower and sorted myself out, I phoned for the breakfast to be brought to the room, and sat there sipping champagne, waiting for it to arrive. Everything was as he'd said, and I arrived home around ten in the morning. Gerry was still in bed, and I decided to slip in alongside him. As he felt me getting into bed, he turned over, and slipped his arm around me. Within minutes, his leg was lifting over mine, and I was opening my legs wide for him to mount me. I know it sounds wicked, but although this was something he did regularly, I'm sure neither of us actually got as much pleasure from sex alone together, as we did if it is given the added danger or spice provided by another person being involved with us. But that said, he rolled off after he'd spent his ardour, and I slipped out to the bathroom to clean myself before once again slipping in alongside him.

We were both awaken by the telephone, and as it is on Gerry's side of the bed, he answered it,
“Yeh. Who is it?”
There was a pause while whom ever it was spoke, and then Gerry said excitedly,
“No bloody Shit. That's great.”
Another pause, then.
“Too bloody right. She must have really rung his bell. Yep, I'll let her know.”
Then as he put the phone down,
“My god Mary, what did you get up to with that bloke last night?”

My heart dropped, I didn't need this kind of inquisition, especially after he'd agreed this was what he wanted me to do. I snapped out in an angry voice,
“That's it! I've had it with you.”
“Hey babe, what's wrong? I wasn't trying to be nasty. Come on its all cool. In fact it's more than cool. I was just trying to tell you how good you must have been. That guy paid an extra five hundred quid, and it wasn't because Peter asked him. He just said you deserved the extra. And he wants to see you again.”

While Gerry was speaking I calmed down, as I realised it wasn't his usual recriminations, and blaming me for being a slut, but he was genuinely pleased with what I'd done. Even if it was only because I'd earned even more money than he'd expected.
“That's ok then. But I don't want any snide comments.”
“Hey love, come on.”
He wrapped his arms around me, and in between kissing and cuddling me, he continued,
“I'm cool with what you're doing. Just so long as you're ok with it?”
“I guess so.”
Then thinking about the sum of money he'd just mentioned, I added,
“That man was ever so nice last night; he behaved like a real gentleman all evening.”

Gerry lent back so he could look into my face a see my expression,
“What? He didn't even fuck you?”
“No. I don't mean that. I mean all evening; he behaved as if we were on a date. Yes when we got up to his room, we made love. But he wasn't aggressive or nasty with it.”
“Look babe, I know you don't like some words. But what he did wasn't making love; he fucked you. And you fucked him, but only for the money. Don't get any romantic ideas about it.”
“Well ok, he fucked me. But I still felt he did it with feeling, as though it meant something to him.”
“It must have, he paid enough for it.”

Then he continued,
“Will you meet him again?”
“I hadn't thought about it.”
“Well you ought to; Peter says he wants another bite of the apple.”
“We said I'd only do a couple of jobs, just to make enough to finance this dance competition.”
“So if you see him again, that will be two jobs.”
“But Peter said he had another man who wanted to go out with me. I don't want to agree to one man, and then find out I still have another one arranged.”

“Do you want me to ring Peter and see what the score is?”
“I guess so.”
So while I went to the bathroom Gerry phoned Peter, and when I returned, he informed me, Peter had already arranged for me to spend the whole of next weekend with a Mr Francis. Again, Peter would supply suitable clothing for me. But this time I would be escorting this Mr Francis as his daughter, at some high-class social event. On hearing this, it gave me some cause for concern, not on the sexual front, but more my lack of social graces. After all, although I hadn't liked Gerry sisters remark whilst out on her hen night, she was in essence right; I had been brought-up on a council-house estate.

I actually rang Peter back, and pointed out my misgivings, but he assured me, in his opinion, I'd be able to pull it off without any problems. So Friday night arrived, and a black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of our house. I didn't wait for the driver to walk up to our door, but as soon as I'd spotted the car through the window, I'd grabbed my weekend bag, put on my coat, and opened the front door, just as he was half way up our garden path.
“Mrs Kendal?”
“Yes.”
“Let me take your bag. Follow me.”

In the car was a man, again I'm guessing, but I'd think around forty-five years old. Dressed in formal evening wear, and looking very hansom. As I stepped in and sat alongside him he said,
“My name is David, but I'd like you to just call me daddy. Not dad or pop, just daddy. And as everyone will eventually see you on TV, I will need to introduce you as Mary. But most of the time I'll call you by the pet name I have for you; Lou.”
“Yes daddy.”
“That's good. Now as to your behaviour. I'd like you to appear innocent, and if there are any comments or jokes of a riskay nature, do not laugh or react in any way, let them go over your head, as if you don't understand them.”
“Yes daddy.”

He smiled, and said,
“Ok, now give me a kiss.”
“What kind? A daddy kiss, or one to wet your appetite?”
“Well just this once, I'll try one of each, the daddy one first.”
I first gave him a simple peck on the cheek, and then sat back. Then after a few seconds pause I brought my head up towards his, with it held on a slight angle. As our mouths came into contact, I let my tongue penetrate through my own lips, and then on into his mouth. He responded with equal vigour, and our tongues intermingled for a minute or more. I'm not sure about the affect I had on his state of arousal, but I know for my part, it ignited the kindling in my tummy, and I wouldn't have needed any persuading to have taken the whole thing to the next level.

But as it was, he took a deep breath after the kiss, and said,
"Wow! Yes well! I don't think you'd better let anyone see you giving me a kiss like that."
Then we settled down and he explained a few more things about how I was to behave during the weekend. Not once was there any mention of where, when or whom I'd be expected to have sex with. And to my amazement, the whole weekend was just as he had described, I played the part of his daughter, at a very big country house, and we two were just one couple out of at least ten invited guests. The food was excellent, and company was pleasant, if somewhat upper-crust and full of their own importance. And I was returned to my home at around nine on Sunday evening. Daddy said goodnight, and thanked me for a pleasant weekend, and off he went.

Gerry was surprised to see me home so early, and when he asked,
“Well how was it?”
I replied,
“I'm not sure.”
“Why what went wrong?”
“I don't know. Nothing happened as far as I know that could have upset him.”
“But what?”
“Well, we didn't have sex. All I did was pretend to be his daughter.”
“What he didn't even touch you?”
“No. Not unless you class holding my hand, or me sitting on his knee a couple of times.”
“Did he say anything about not paying you when he dropped you off?”
“No, he just thanked me for a pleasant weekend.”

“That don't sound good, I can't think he'll pay two grand for just a pleasant weekend. Why didn't you ask if he wanted you to fuck on the way home in the car?”
“I'm not sure. I think I'd been playing the part of the innocent daughter so long, I actually felt like it was my dad in the car with me.”
“That's no good; I'll bet he was waiting for you to give him the nod. Some blokes are like that. A bit shy.”
“I don't think he was shy. Maybe he just didn't like me. I'll ring Peter and ask him to find out if I screwed-up.”

So off I went, but Peter's phone went onto answer machine,
“Hi. It's Mary. I've just got home from my weekend with Mr Francis. I hope everything's ok, but he didn't attempt to... you know, touch me or anything. I'm sorry if I didn't live up his expectation. Ring me back as soon as you can. Bye Mary.”
It was nearly thirty minutes before Peter rang back, and as Gerry was so uptight about the thought of me not getting paid, he dashed to answer the phone. When he came into the kitchen where I was doing the washing-up, his face told me things were ok before he opened his mouth. He had a beaming smile from ear to ear.

“What?”
“How the bloody hell do you do it?”
“What d'you mean?”
“He's gone and matched that other bloke.”
“What do you mean?"
"Paid two-and-a-half-grand! And he wants to take you out again.”
“Oh my god! But we said I'd only do the two jobs.”
“You have to be joking? One bloke doesn't even touch you, and even you said going out with the other one was like going on a date, except you got paid for it. And if they've paid that price once, I'll bet they'll both pay the same if not more next time. Do you realise, you'll have got the same amount for going out twice, as I earned by working forty hours a week for six months.”
“But what if they both want to keep seeing me?”
“Well why not?”
“You wouldn't mind?”
“Well of course, I don't like the idea. But we have to be realistic. Four times, compared to me working like an idiot for six months. I'd have to be stupid to kick-up a fuss.”

So with us both on a high, up we went to bed, and he made love to me. Next day I was back with Trav doing our dance practice, we were doing six hours a day, four days a week, and this next weekend was the next round of the competition. The evening of the competition Gerry and I were picked-up by Peter in a limo, and we then picked-up Trav on our way. All four of us shared a table, but Gerry very soon disappeared to the bar, leaving me with Trav and Peter. The dancing went well, and although we got into the two couple dance-off finale, this time we were the runners-up. But even though we didn't win, we were still on a high, as second was no minor achievement, and still carried a two hundred quid prise. Peter had just suggested getting us a bottle of champagne, when one arrived at our table, with a note attached. We were told it was courtesy of a gentleman on the other side of the dance floor.

The note read.

Mary my dear, you danced as always exquisitely, and I can only assume the reason you didn't win, was that judges had been bribed by the other couple. But the result apart, it did my heart the power of good seeing you once again gliding around the floor. My only regret is that I won't be the one who gets the pleasure of the last dance of the evening, or more importantly, the last sighs before you go to sleep.

I hope we can meet again soon, Alan.

The note was handed directly to me, but I could see both Trav and Peter were curious to know what it said. I passed it to Peter, letting him decide if he wanted Trav to know its contents. Peter read it, and then after folding it up, slipped it in his pocket without showing it to Trav. We all took a glass of champagne, and after I'd about drank my glass half way down, Trav said,
“Well Mary. How about we take to the floor again, but this time, just for the pleasure.”

I didn't answer, but just rose to my feet, and soon we floated around, in a similar manner to how I'd danced with Alan the other night. And in a similar manner, it soon became obvious to me; Trav had his mind on other things than dancing. But where as Alan had attempted to release his hold to prevent me from noticing, Trav appeared to be trying to impress his arousal on me, and I guessed he was trying to get a reaction from me. I know I felt on that first night with Trav, a sense of debt for his guidance and help, but now, we had been practicing together for a few weeks, and we were both on equal footing regarding any benefits to be gained from this competition. So tonight, I didn't have that same feeling of debt, and in fact thought this display of his arousal was crude. So as the next dance began, I made my excuses, and returned towards the table.

As Peter saw us making our way back, he got to his feet, and intercepted us, offering to take over from Trav. I didn't mind this, and again we were off around the floor. Peter wasn't a bad dancer, but obviously not in the same league as Trav. But the main difference was his stance and hold. A confident male lead will always bring his partners body up to his own, and it is this contact of the hip area which gives the control to the male. It is also as I have already mentioned, how they indicate to the female they want to do more than just dance with her. But that aside, as Peter and I danced, although he made his way around the floor a lot better than my Gerry, it wasn't what I'd call real dancing. But the second dance with Peter was a slow smoochie number, it was of course, getting towards that time of night, and within seconds of the lights dimming, his hands had dropped and came to rest cupping the cheeks of my bottom. It was then he pulled me close up to himself, and now it was his errection I could feel pressing into my tummy.

Only a few seconds of this shuffling around had passed by before he was whispering in my ear,
“I was just thinking; I never did get around to claiming my reward for getting Graham off your husbands back.”
Now even though back when he'd first helped us, I was more than willing to repay him by taking him to my bed, somehow tonight just didn't feel like the right moment. So I tried to put him off until another time,
“Maybe we could arrange a night out together next week?”
“I was thinking about coming home with you tonight.”
“What? You want to do it at my house?”
“Why not? If we give Gerry the choice to either join us or use your spare room, I'm sure he'll go along with one or the other of those options.”

Now I could see Peter had his mind already set on having sex, and knowing Trav also had this on his mind, if Peter was going to come back to our house tonight, I didn't want Trav to know why. So I stupidly said,
“Ok, but make sure you don't say anything in front of Trav.”
“Trav, why what's it got to do with him?”
“Well nothing really. But he's already made his desires known, and he might take it as a slap in the face if he knows I'm letting you, but denying him.”
Peter had a wry smile on his face as he said,
“So the randy young buck wants to get in on the action?”
“I don't know about getting in on any action. But during that last dance, he made sure I could tell he was aroused.”

“So why not let him come back with us? After all, he is an essential part of your plan to do well on TV.”
This wasn't an outcome I'd even considered,
“But. You mean go to bed with all three of you?”
“Why not? You've got more than enough stamina to see us three off.”
“I I couldn't do that. What would Gerry say?”
“Once I explain it's a necessary part of earning his weekly beer money, he'll just toe the line as usual.”
At that moment the song stopped, and a slightly quicker number began to play,
Peter loosed his hold and as he took my hand to lead me back to the table he said,
“Come-on lets sit this one out.”

As we walked back around the perimeter of the dance floor, Peter used his hand to signal to Gerry, who then also began to make his way back towards our table. However, before we'd reached the table Peter and I were intercepted by Alan; he must have been lying in wait near our table watching for me leaving the dance floor.
“Hello my dear. And how are you enjoying the dance?”
Peter instantly replied,
“I hope you'll excuse me Mr Francis, I'll leave Mary in your capable hands.”
As they nodded to each other and Peter walked away, I replied,
“I'm having a wonderful time, and thank you for the lovely note, and of course the champagne. Are you here by yourself?”
“No my dear, I'm with my wife. She's over at our table on the other side of the floor.”

“Oh, I see. I thought maybe you'd come to ask me for a dance?”
“And if I had, would you have said yes?”
“Of course I would.”
“Why? Because you think you need to curry favour with me?”
“No. Of course not. You know I love the way you dance.”
“So tell me my dear, if I invited you out to a dance next week. Not via that weasel Peter Harris and his phoney agency. But just ask you to come, and no money changing hands. Would you still come?”
This really put me on the spot,
“I I don't know. I'm married. I don't think my husband would approve.”
“I see. So it is my money you're after?”
“Please don't put it that way. I would come out with you just for the pleasure of dancing. But that would be all I'd agree to do with you. But if I suggested that, my husband would think there was something more going on. He wouldn't understand we could just go out together for an innocent dance.”
“And he'd be right.”
“W. What do you mean?”
“I couldn't dance with you all evening, and not make love to you afterwards. That would be like spending all day preparing the ingredients, all afternoon cooking them, and then when the meal is ready to eat, throwing it in the bin.”

I blushed, and then asked,
“So if I agreed to go dancing, you'd expect me to spend the night in your bed?”
“Of course.”
“I'm sorry. I couldn't do that.”
Just at that moment, they announced the last dance was about to start. So I added,
“Please, will you excuse me? I'd like to get my husband to accompany me on the floor for this last dance.”
“And if I said I'd pay you one hundred pounds to let me have this dance, what would you say to that?”
“I'm so sorry, please don't take this as an insult, but I do want to be with him for this last dance.”
“Ok my dear. But at least let me escort you back to your table.”

With that he took my arm and walked me back to where Gerry was seated with Trav and Peter. As I arrived at the table, I held out my arm and said to Gerry,
“It's the last waltz, are you going to dance with me?”
He curled his lip, and in a disgruntled tone asked,
“Do I have to? Can't one of these others dance with you?”
I could see all three of the other men about to offer, and I quickly replied,
“Please Gerry. I haven't asked you for anything else all-night.”
Before Gerry uttered a word, Alan had placed five crisp new twenty-pound notes on the table in front of Gerry. As Gerry blurted out,
“What the...?”
Alan said,
“It'd be my pleasure to take your place young man. I hope that is sufficient to cover the wear and tear on your little lady?”

Gerry reached for the money, and I could see by his face he looked delighted to accept Alan's offer. But before he'd managed to get his hands on it, Peter had snatched it up off the table, and as he thrust it back up to Alan, he snapped angrily,
“Take that back. You should know better than to do your business in public. And in future, don't forget, all transactions need to be negotiated through me.”
Now Gerry looked angry, I guess on two counts, one, he'd wanted that money, but second, I think he felt as my husband he had some say in who I went with, and how much it cost them. Peter, as you've just heard, didn't like Alan trying to deal without him. And Trav was maybe a little confused at what was going on, but also angry at what I think he considered as me being used for money.

So as I could see they were all getting to their feet, and fearing some kind of brawl developing, I took Alan's hand, and as I led him back onto the floor, I said to all three of the others at the table,
“For god's sake, pack it in. I'll dance with him, and nobodies gonna pay anyone.”
Then as I turned back to Alan,
“Come-on, if we don't get a move on the dance will be over.”
He lifted his arm high in the air, and snapped his fingers. Instantly, a waiter arrived, before we'd even started to dance. Alan lent away from me and spoke directly into the waiter's ear. Then as the waiter left, he took hold and began to guide me around the floor.

It was only a minute or so before that piece of music finished, but then the band leader announced,
“Well ladies and gentlemen; it seems tonight we are to have a second last waltz. So those of you who still have a few more sweet nothings to whisper, please take your partners once again.”

And again we were off; it still amazes me what money can do.

While we danced, Alan said,
“So my dear, it looks like your husband only has a minor share in your interests.”
“Please, I don't want to talk about it.”
“Ok. But tell me this; if I wanted to take you into one of the private rooms they have here, are you authorised to negotiate terms, or do I need to discuss it with Peter?”
“It wouldn't do you any good who you discuss it with, as soon as this dance finishes, I'm going home.”

He dropped the subject, and when this final dance of the evening came to an end, he escorted me back to the table. As I sat down, Alan asked,
“Excuse me gentlemen, I'm not sure which one of you I am supposed to discuss this with. But as I guess it has to be one of you three; I am wondering just how much it would cost me for the pleasure of young Mary's company for the next hour?”
This time, I was angry, and I snapped back before any of the others got the chance,
“I've already told you! I'm going straight home. And after tonight, don't you ever bother asking Peter to arrange another meeting with me.”
Alan instantly replied,
“My my. Me thinks the lady doth protest too much.”
Then looking straight at Peter,
“I don't think you've got this one house trained yet. Perhaps you need to have a little talk with her, and then come over to my table and let me know how much it will cost me.”
With that he gave a little bow of his head, turned and walked back across the dance floor.

I was at a loss for words, but Trav seeing my reaction to Alan's proposition, turned to me and asked,
“Do you want me to go over there and plant one on the dirty old bastard?”
Peter interrupted before I spoke,
“Don't you dare. Just keep your nose out of things you don't understand.”
Surprisingly, Trav just sat back in his chair without any protest.
Gerry looked at me, as if not knowing what to say, so I spoke-up for myself,
“Well I don't care what he's offering, he's gonna be out of luck tonight.”
Then I immediately added,
“Or any other night for that matter.”
Then looking directly at Peter I continued,
“If he calls you again, tell him to get lost.”

Peter got to his feet, held his hand out towards me, and said,
“Excuse me lads, but I think Mary and I need a word in private.”
“What ever you've got to say to me on this subject, you can say in front of Gerry and Trav.”
“No I can't. Now are you coming or not.”
I was determined to stay put, and I was about to tell him to get lost, but Gerry said,
“I think you'd better hear what he wants to tell you. Trav and I can wait over there, and if you still don't like what he says, you can always tell him no.”

So as Trav and Gerry got to their feet and walk from the table, Peter sat back down.
“Ok. What's it all about?”
“What d'you mean?”
“You couldn't say enough nice things about him the other week. Now you're spitting feathers every time his name is mentioned.”
“It's his attitude. He thinks he can just open his wallet and I'll jump through hoops.”
“Well if you don't, there are plenty more out there who will. He always treats his girls like ladies. He pays well. And he's never been violent. What more do you want?”
“But it's just he expects me to...”
Peter interrupted,
“Do as he asks. He's entitled to. He pays the bills. You know what they say, ‘he who pays the piper, calls the tune'. And he's been calling the tune for so many years, he just expects everyone to jump the minute he speaks. But he won't call a tune that you won't enjoy singing along with.”

There was a little pause, and then Peter continued,
“Now come on, let me take you over to his table, so you can apologise.”
“Never.”
“Are you sure?”
“I don't see why I should.”
“Well I've asked you to. Isn't that enough?”
“You're sounding as bad as him.”
“Ok, maybe he's right?”
“About what?”
“Maybe you aren't house trained. Maybe its time for me to walk away and let you look after your own life. If you can't take advice, maybe you're not worth the effort.”

He rose to his feet, but before he moved I said quickly,
“What are you doing? Are you going to stop helping me?”
“It seems you don't want to take my advice, so for what little use you'll be to me, I might as well let you go your own way. Maybe that husband will get you some punters from down his local pub.”
“No Peter. I don't want you to go. I need you to look after things for me.”
“Well its your choice, come and tell Alan how sorry you are, and maybe if we let him have you tonight as a gesture of goodwill, it might get you back in his good books.”
I knew I had to agree, and without speaking, I got to my feet. Then as Peter began to walk me across the floor, I remembered Alan saying he was with his wife at the table.

“Oh my god!”
“What?”
“He's got his wife with him.”
“So?”
“But we can't talk about him... you know... having sex with me. Not in front of her.”
Peter hadn't even slowed his pace, and as Alan's table was now in sight,
“Don't worry about her, she knows all about his little hobby.”
As we approached the table where Alan sat, I could see his wife, a lady of about the same age as him, but unlike him, she actually looked in her sixties. And as she was sitting to the right hand side of the table, I could see she wasn't sitting on a normal chair, but instead, she was seated in a wheelchair.

As we arrived at the table, Peter said,
“Excuse me Mr. Mrs Francis. Mary has re-considered your request. And by way of an apology for any offence she might have caused, she would like you to accept her company tonight with her compliments.”
I expected at least a look of distaste or disgust on his wife's face, but instead, she smiled, and she was the one who replied.
“My husband will be pleased to accept.”
And as she manipulated the little joystick on the arm of her wheelchair, it span around towards where we stood, and it was off. As it dashed towards Peter and I, we had to both jump sideways to avoid being run down by her as she zoomed off in the direction of the dance floor. As she passed in between us, she said,
“Well come-on girl. I hope you can walk quickly in those shoes you're wearing.”
Alan rose to his feet, and as he walked around the table, he slipped his arm through mine, and said,
“You heard her. We'd better keep up.”

We followed her down and around a few corridors, and then we arrived at a private room. She waited for Alan to unlock it, and then we both followed her in. It was laid out with the furniture of an office, with desk and chairs. But over to one side was a large chesterfield leather couch. Unlike last time, Alan immediately began to takeoff his clothes, and as he did so, he folded them up neatly and carefully laid them on the desk. I was about to ask if I should do the same, when his wife said,
“Well come-on girl. Lets see what you've got that he finds so irresistible.”

So I also began to strip, but unlike previous occasions, stripping in front of strangers; having his wife present, completely subdued any feelings of arousal. Once he was naked, he sat himself on the couch; his wife had parked her wheelchair by the desk, so she was towards one end of the couch, giving her a clear view of any activity that might take place on there. I lowered my knickers, the last piece of my clothing, and placed them with my other clothes on the desk at the side of Alan's. Then as I turned to face where he sat, I could see he already had an errection, and he was using his right hand to slowly stroke his shaft. I walked across, and knelt down in front of him, and then taking over from his hand, I continued to stroke his cock, whilst my other hand cupped his scrotum.

As I put my face down to his groin, and began to lick under his balls, I heard his wife's wheelchair begin to move. From the sound, it appeared to be coming closer to me, but maybe slightly behind where I knelt. Then I heard a buzzing noise, this I instantly associated with a vibrator of some kind. Almost immediately, my thoughts were confirmed, as I felt the vibrations in the valley of my pussy. It was at first cold, and slightly disconcerting; especially knowing it was his wife who was wielding the instrument. But gradually over the next few minutes, as I attended to his throbbing cock in my hand, and occasionally my mouth, coupled with the sensations her pussy toy began to generate, I felt my tummy begin to flutter. From this point on, I guess his wife was just part of my stimulation, and my inhibitions about her being the same sex as me, or even being the wife of the man I was about to have sex with, just disappeared from my conscious thought.

So very soon, I can feel the big bulbous end of the dildo probing my hole, and instinctively, I heave back onto it. His wife speaks, but although I hear her words, I take no notice,
“My, she is keen to get her cunt filled.”
The dildo works its way into my pussy, and it is a big one. I haven't yet seen it, but the way it's stretching my pussy as she pushes it deeper, I know it must be about the size of Alan himself. She works it quite skilfully, and my pussy is almost fooled into believing it is a real cock. But I know different, and even if I'd forgotten, Alan's next comment to his wife would have reminded me.
“You've got her cunt working; now see if you can get her bottom to take it.”

I by now had my head over top of Alan's cock, and I was busy thrusting my face down into his groin, forcing his cock deep into my windpipe. As I felt the big bell-end of the dildo slipping along the crevice of my bottom, and come to rest at my hole, I momentarily stopped my head movements, and braced myself for the pain. But I guess a combination of factors must have all combined to turn the entry of this massive falic, from the inflictor of pain I'd expected, into the supplier of elation. One of the factors was it wasn't my first anal intrusion. But more so was the expert way his wife had worked my arousal, and the also expert method she used to tease the dildo into my hole, working around in circles until my bottom was almost craving for it to enter.

She must have taken a good five minutes nudging around before she actually eased the bell-end in. But once inside, and she'd found the depth to which it would penetrate, she began to pound it in and out. This rhythmic sensation must have taken over the movement of my head, and in lest than a minute of her action, my head movements had brought forth his first load of cum; which was delivered directly into my throat.

By now I was almost going wild, my hips were bucking and I knew my pussy pouting would be visible. I heard words taking place between Alan and his wife, but what they said I don't know; it was as if it was someone talking over a dream sequence. But Alan manoeuvred me onto the couch, and lay me on my back. As he got into position in between my legs, he lifted them high in the air, and then as his body loomed over mine, he took my ankles down to the couch alongside my shoulders. This position lifted my pussy almost vertically upwards, and as he proceeded to lunge his cock down into it, his wife continued to shaft my bottom, which was, of course, lifted up clear of the couch.

The two of them pounded me until I could hold my climax no longer, and I felt my pussy begin to spasm, the look on Alan's face was almost one of horror. He obviously wasn't at the point of ejaculation, and as he'd been on a withdrawal stroke as my pussy contracted, I think he must have thought it was trying to bite his cock off! But as this was only momentary, and then it dilated with a flush of pussy juice, it only required him to time his strokes with my pussy action, to enable him to keep pumping whilst I heaved away on auto-pilot. And although due to my heightened state of arousal, I wasn't actually aware of him cuming, he did reach a climax, and then his wife immediately removed the dildo, leaving me still writhing in ecstasy.

When I came back to normality, Alan had already showered in the on-suite bathroom, and once they directed me to do the same, they both left. I did my best to make myself presentable, and then returned to the dance floor. The ballroom was almost empty, just a few waiters cleaning down tables, and Gerry, Peter and Trav all sitting patiently together at the same table. As I approached, they all rose to their feet, and as I arrived at the table, they escorted me out of the ballroom and out to the waiting car. There were very few words spoken, it was as if nobody knew what the correct words were after an event of that type. But gradually, on the journey back home, they did begin to make conversation, and it was Gerry who first broached the subject of a three man sex session.

He was sitting next to me, and he turned and asked,
“Do you remember saying you felt you owed Trav a favour on the night of that first dance contest?”
“Yes. But I'm sure by now he knows how grateful I was.”
“That's as maybe, but you also said you owed Peter a favour, and if I remember rightly you actually offered to let him take you to bed.”
“So what if I did? That was weeks ago.”
“And being as I'm your husband, don't you think that gives me the right to have sex with you?”
“Look Gerry! What's all this leading up to?”
“Its like this, before that old bloke Alan came across to our table, we'd already disgust the idea of giving you a bit a of a gang bang.”

“Who disgust? And why wasn't I even asked anything about it?”
“Don't get your knickers in a twist. We were just about to see what you thought of the idea, when the old bloke came up and tried to buy you for the night.”
“Well I'd have said no.”
“Why?”
“I'm surprised you have to ask. What makes you think I'd agree to letting the three of you do that to me?”
“Well you seemed pretty happy with two men fucking you at the same time, why should one more be any different?”

I didn't answer, but as I sat there thinking, I came to the conclusion maybe he was right; what difference would one more man make. It was then we arrived at Trav's home, and we let him out of the car. It only took a few minutes more before Gerry and I were dropped off at our house. As we lay in bed together, after making love, I turned and asked him,
“Do you want me to have sex with Peter and Trav?”
“Well you've already given Peter the offer, so if he feels he wants to take you up on it, it would be wrong to back out now. And you and Trav are getting on well at that dancing lark, so I just thought, it might keep him keen. And even I'll admit, both Peter and Graham hit the nail on the head when they said no one man could keep up with your needs in bed.”

I didn't know whether to take that last comment as a slur, and I said,
“Are you saying I'm a nymphomaniac?”
“No. But let's face it; you don't get as excited when we have sex on our own as you do when there are other men involved.”
“Maybe not. But that isn't because I don't love you.”
“Nobody said it was. But you know you get more pleasure when you're really excited?”
“I still like our love making best.”
“Maybe in one way you do, but I've never made you cum the way you do when you are with other men. Is it because my dick isn't big enough?”
“No. You're plenty man enough for me. It's just, I don't know; maybe the danger, or wickedness of doing it with someone you shouldn't.”

“Please don't think I'm a slut. But when I'm out with one of these men who've paid all that money, even before they touch me, my body is on fire. Its not love. It's something to do with knowing I'm not in control. They've paid, and I can't refuse; no matter what kind of sexual act they want to perform. So by the time they do touch me, I just loose control. It's almost like it's not me. Like I'm an actress, just playing a part. Oh I can't explain.”

“So if it isn't you? And you know you'll get aroused and enjoy it. Why don't you like the thought of letting the three of us gang bang you?”
I thought long and hard, not knowing if I dare tell him the truth. Then I said,
“If I tell you, promise you won't think badly of me?”
“I can't promise that. But now you've said that much, you have to tell me what you mean.”
“I don't like it when you're in the room, because you'll see how I behave. I know I go berserk, but I don't feel ashamed in front of someone else. Whereas in front of you, I feel I'm letting you down.”

“Ok I'll be honest with you. That time when I watched you with Graham, and he thought he was humiliating me, wanting me to join in. I was so turned on watching you; I couldn't wait to get at you. You weren't my wife, and like you've just said; I wasn't me. It was weird, but I enjoyed fucking you more that time than any other time I can ever remember.”
We both held each other and kissed until we drifted off to sleep.

I guess it's about time to bring the tale of my downfall to a close, the little gang bang was organised, and took place. And I'd be telling a lie if I said I hadn't enjoyed it. And I'm sure all three of my studs also had a good time. Over the next few months leading up to the TV appearance, I saw both Alan and Francis several times, and as Gerry had predicted, they always paid well. None of these sessions with Alan included his wife, and all of them followed broadly the same direction as my first meeting with him. Not all of them involved going dancing, but on every occasion, we dined in public, and he behaved as one would expect a real gentleman to behave. My relationship with him is still on going, some seven years on, and he is still one of my favourite clients.

Francis kept up his pretence of me being his daughter for nearly three years, and in all that time he never so much as put his hand on my breasts, or up my skirt. I did however get into a situation one night when out with him, and after that, he never contacted Peter again. Well if he did, it wasn't to solicit my services. The incident happened one evening, while we were staying the weekend with friends of his in a big country house. This was quite normal for his sessions, and usually he'd just be bathing in the reflected glory he perceived came from his daughter (me), once being a dancer on TV, and the half-a-dozen or so adverts I'd later appeared in.

This weekend, one of the other guests, the house owner's son, had been hitting on me all evening, and I could tell Francis didn't like me getting this kind of attention. I did my best to keep the gentleman at a distance, without causing offence. These were upper-class gatherings, and I could hardly just tell him to go and take a running jump. It was somewhere around eleven in the evening, and I was returning from a visit to the bathroom. As I walked along the hallway, and just before I emerged into the large central reception hall, a door to my left side opened, and out stepped Jason. This was the man I'd just mentioned, the house owner's son; a man in his mid thirties.

He had almost jumped from the room, and stood motionless directly in front of me. I froze for a second, and then stepped sideways to my right as I said,
“Oops. I'm sorry, I nearly bumped into you.”
He didn't speak, and his face didn't show any sign of emotion, but as I'd moved, the door to my right opened, and Ian, one of Jason's friends stepped out, blocking my escape in that direction.
I tried to make light of the situation, and again said,
“Oops. Silly me. I seem to be getting in everybody's way.”

Jason spoke, calmly and slowly,
“Can we interest you in a game of billiards?”
This wasn't the kind of comment I'd expected, and I just answered with the first thing that came into my head,
“Err. No, I don't think so. For one thing, I've no idea how to play, and anyway, I'm no good with games that involve balls.”
“That does surprise me. But even if you're no good, surely as a guest in my house, you'll indulge me by letting me show you how the game is played?”
I felt as if saying no would be tantamount to an insult, so reluctantly, I turned and walked into the room on my left, the one Jason had just stepped out from.

The room was well lit, but the big green covered table in the middle of the room had its own set of lighting, and it almost glowed. Around the room were four more men, all about the same age as Jason, and as I entered, they all began to gather around the big table. As Jason and Ian entered behind me, Ian closed the door, and ominously, I then saw him turning the key, obviously making sure they weren't going to get disturbed. Jason picked up on the look of concern on my face.
“Don't look so worried, he's left the key in the lock, so its not you who is being locked in, just unwanted guests who are being locked out.”
Then one of the others, whose name I didn't know quipped,
“Maybe that's why she's worried. Maybe she wants her daddy to hold her hand while she plays with your balls.”

Jason then looked my way and asked,
“Are you going to do that for me?”
I could tell he was trying to embarrass what he thought was a naïve unmarried daddy's girl. And although it was obvious to me what balls he was talking about, I still felt I had to keep in character. After all, I was being paid handsomely by Francis to do just that. So I tried to answer according to my character,
“I think your friend is right. Even though I know I won't be any good at this game, I bet daddy will be able to show me how to play.”
This brought a general round of laughter, as if they all thought me to be very gullible.

Jason said,
“No need for daddy's help, let me explain the basic idea. You see on the table three balls.”
“Yes.”
“And you see at each corner, and one each side, there are holes; six in all.”
“Yes. It's the same as the snooker table on the TV. Pot Black.”
“Good girl. Yes the table is the same, but snooker is played by the hoypaloy. Billiards is a refined gentleman's game.”
“I see.”

One of the other men then interjected with,
“Looks like she'll learn quite quickly.”
Jason continued,
“So up to now, we've got balls, and holes.”
Now at this point he took hold of a cue from the rack on the wall, and held it by the pointed end,
“This end has a tip, and it is this end that hits the ball.”
Then he swivelled the cue around, and held it by the thick end, about a couple of foot along its shaft. Then with his other hand, he used his first finger and thumb to circle the shaft, as if he was about to wank it. And as he began to slowly slide his hand back and forth along this thick end, he continued,
“This is the end you hold, it's called the shaft. Now remember that. It's important.”

Then he placed the cue on the table, and as he turned back towards me,
“So all clear then? You know how to play now?”
“Well not really, what is the idea of the game? Which ball do I hit, and which one do I try to get in the holes?”
Ian was stood on the other side of me, and he said,
“Maybe this game is a bit too difficult for her. Why not try the simplified version?”
Jason then asked,
“Would you prefer that?”
I just wanted to get this all over with, and thinking that by now, Francis would be wondering where I'd got to; I replied,
“I think that might be a good idea.”

“Ok for this version of the game, we just use one hole. And there will be lots of balls, but all you do with them is to hold them, two at a time. Ok?”
Now stupidly I actually believed he was really describing a game on the table, but I still couldn't think what the object of the game was, so I asked.
“Ok, I hold the balls two at a time, does it matter which hand I use?”
“No, use either or both.”
“And then what?”
“You remember I told you about the shaft?”
“Yes.”
Then thinking it might impress him, and still not realising what his game was, I said,
“It's the thick end of that stick on the table.”

“Good girl. Now for the point of the game. All of us men have a shaft and two balls; we'll hold our shafts in our hands, and you'll be up on the table.”
He didn't pause here, but it was at this point I began to smell a rat.
“As we circle in front of you, you can then choose who will be the first one to put his shaft in the hole, while you hold his balls.”
Even though I knew my character might have been innocent enough to wonder what on earth they were talking about, I certainly wasn't. But I didn't know how to react. What would Francis want me to do?

I decided to try to follow little miss gullible as far as I could, even though I knew either way, I'd have to take a gang fucking, or cause a major upheaval. So acting like an idiot, I asked,
“How do I get onto the table?”
Nobody answered with words, but I suddenly had hands lifting me from all areas of my body, and in seconds I was sat up there under the bright lights. I'd let my legs fall flat to the table, and they were held close together. Also, during the lift, someone had removed both my shoes, which made sense with the lovely green baize cloth covering the table.

Jason asked,
“Are you comfortable?”
“It's a bit hard, but it's ok.”
“Oh; one other thing. See the little semi-circle behind you?”
Still sitting, I turned and looked,
“Yes.”
“Well your little bottom should be sat just there.”
I shuffled myself back, and sat in the semi-circle.”
“Good. Now, your heels should slip into the pockets at either side of the table.”
Still being miss innocent, I began to open my legs, but the stretch to these pockets was a lot further than I'd expected, and by the time my heels touched the pockets, my legs were at full stretch, and my bottom had slid down the table some what. (I'm not sure just how wide that table was, but I've since been told, they come in widths up to six feet!)

To attain this position, I'd had to let my arms fall behind me, to support my weight as I'd lent backwards. Also my dress was fully flared, and just above knee height. Perfectly respectable in normal circumstances, but in this position, it was obvious my open crotch would be on full display.

I felt, even if I kept in character; I'd have to say something.
“Surely this can't be right? Daddy wouldn't like me sitting here like this with you all looking up my dress.”
Jason instantly; and I felt somewhat excitedly, replied,
“Never mind daddy. We won't tell him. And don't forget, you are in my house, and it would be rude not to indulge me.”
“Ok. But what happens now?”
As I asked the question, I felt hands all around simultaneously restraining both hands and feet. Then directly afterwards, I could feel on my hands, and see on my ankles, men were binding them with ropes to the pockets of the table.

“Please. I don't like it. What are you going to do?”
“There was no answer, but all the men were now stripping naked, and in no time, they were all gathered around, and hands began to stroke my legs. Men not stroking me, were mostly stroking their own cocks, and getting them ready for action. Men from either side began to open the top of my dress, and soon my breasts were being fondled. It would have been pointless me attempting to resist, but my body being what it is, once they'd started this fondling, even if I'd wanted to resist, it would have been futile. As my hips began to lift, and my pussy to pout, I heard someone say,
“She's no virgin. And neither is her arse. Just look, both holes are begging for a fucking.”
Jason replied,
"You're fucking right. Come on get her untied. I'll bet she'll fuck without even being held.”

So that was it, they just untied me, and as each one mounted, I fucked. What I hadn't realised, was that somewhere along the road, once Jason had had his fuck, he'd gone back to the main room and started to talk to Francis. When Francis had asked him if he'd seen his daughter, he'd said,
“No, but if you want, I'll come with you and help you look for her.”
He'd then led Francis into the billiard room, where I was on top of one man, with another fucking for all he was worth up my bottom. Of course, by now I was in full swing, making all kind of crude noises, calling for as much cock as they could give me, and there was no sign I'd been coerced into the situation.

On the way home I'd tried to explain to Francis, but he wouldn't even let me speak. The next day I explained at length to Peter what had taken place, but in the event, Francis never called for my services again. Peter did however get calls from several of the men who'd been involved, somehow they managed to find out Peter was my pimp. But as Peter didn't know too much about the reliability of these men, he'd declined all advances from them.

During the period before my first TV appearance, Trav and I won two of the remaining four preliminary competitions, and even became secret lovers for a short period; but that only lasted a month or so. He was too jealous of my part time job.

The TV show began, and we lasted five weeks into the series before we were voted off. The TV exposure brought with it a certain amount of fame, in total maybe ten or so chat shows. But I guess I didn't really have enough experience of life, or enough personality to break into the big time. Peter then began to find some legitimate advertising work, and this in itself is maybe worthy of a little more investigation. These adverts may be as he claimed legitimate, but they are not as innocent as you might first think.

The first of these adverts I was engaged for was something as simple as sausages. The main drift of the advert was to impress on the punter, how fresh and nourishing the ingredients used to make the sausages were. It was to start with me running down a meadow towards a stream. Crossing the stream via stepping stones. Then running through a field of waving corn. Then entering the farmyard gate, and taking a bucket to feed first the pigs, and lastly the beef cattle. The last part would be me cooking the sausages in two different pans, and dishing it out to four men seated around a big farmhouse kitchen table. They would then all be smiling, and saying how good they taste. Simple enough you might think, and certainly nothing sexy involved. You'd be wrong. The first thing that I thought strange was that although there were six girls up for the job; I was the only one there on the day of my audition. I later found out they only do one audition a day. I can only speak for my own experience, but I assume all the other girls were treated in a similar fashion.

I was asked into a room where the men with the influence, six of them, were seated in low arm chairs, positioned in a semi-circle at the far end. Behind them were several spot-lights to make sure the hopefuls were well illuminated.
As I walked in, the light intensity was so bright; I could hardly make out who or how many people were actually in the room. As I raised my hand to shade my eyes, a voice said,
“No my dear. What's the point in us having lights to show-up your face if you're going to cover it up.”
Then, even though I couldn't actually see the man who was talking, I could tell by the tone and change of note, he must have been looking from side to side and talking to the other men on the panel.
“My god! Where do they find these girls? She looks as if she's never been in front of a camera before.”

Another voice answered him,
“I know where she's come from. She's the one off the TV dance program, the one with the legs that reach all the way up to her tush.”
The first voice again spoke,
“My god, you're right. I should have bloody recognised her. I'm the one who asked for her to audition. I can't wait to see her panties up close. Come on then girl; stand on that big white cross marked on the floor. And then let's see that crotch.”
I walked forwards until I stood above the white cross, and I could just about make out the chairs in a semi-circle, but not the faces of the men sitting in them.

I gathered from the man's remark, his lasting impression of my TV performance, was nothing to do with all the hard work rehearsing dance steps and footwork. It was like most male viewers, just the occasional swings in the air, with my legs wide open, and more likely, the final pose the dance ends with. In all of these staged moves, I'd invariably end the dance, motionless with me, in various poses, but invariably with legs wide open. But, of course, the underwear, knickers in particular, were designed to give absolute coverage. Even if sometimes, the layers of different coloured material might on first glance give a riskay impression. In other words, the knickers would be made full width, in flesh coloured material, with a dress coloured, or contrasting material overlaid. Thus giving the impression of a narrow gusseted pair of knickers.

So here I am being auditioned for a sausage commercial on mainstream TV, and the first thing the man wants to see is me posing in a position where he can see my knickers.
“How exactly do you want me to pose?”
“Any way you like, so long as we get a good look at your crotch.”
As I've mentioned before, the dance underwear allows such poses, whilst still giving screening from actual nakedness. But I was dressed in a normal thong, not the micro variety, but still too skimpy to display myself with open legs.
“But I thought this was an audition for a TV commercial?”
“It is. And if you get the part, it pays good money. So let's have a look at your crotch.”

“Can I go back to the dressing room and find some suitable underwear?”
A different voice answered, but not the voice of the other man earlier,
“Not much point my dear. If you want the job, you'll be taking your knickers off, no matter how much they cover.”
I stood there, not knowing if I should comply, or just leave. And then came a voice I recognised,
“Come on Mary, nobodies going to hurt you.”
It was Peter's voice!

So he'd got me the audition, and he was actually one of the men in the room. It then just became obvious, that this was what I'd have to do to break into the advertising market. As you might expect, once they'd all seen the goods, they were soon handling them, and then went on to sample as much as they could manage. So now you can see why they can only do one audition a day. After letting them all fuck me, I got that job, but on several subsequent auditions, even after taking a gang fucking, all I got was a ‘thanks for coming'. Or should that be cuming?

I won't go into detail about the various adverts I filmed, as this would take forever, and although during these film shoots, they filmed a lot more than was necessary for the commercials, there was never any actual sex activity as such. Well I guess that brings my tale to an end, I've been whoring now for seven years, and apart from three or four of my long standing regulars, I have now just about retired. We have enough money invested to live off the interest. Not I hasten to add, wild extravagant living. But we own a modest six bedroom house in the country. So while Gerry spends most of his time playing golf, I'm occupied as the vice chairwoman of our local women's institute. (Rather an apt title for me don't you think?)

And just to complete the full circle, this tale all started with my husbands freebies, and I've told you I still have four other men in my life as well as my Gerry. One is of course Peter, who never paid me for sex all through our relationship. The second is Alan, now at almost seventy years of age, and his wife has passed away. But I still visit him for sex once a month, only now it's free of charge, and he still manages to ring my bell. Next is Olaf, I've set him up in his own business as a bodyguard, come escort. He's doing well for himself, but he visits me every couple of weeks. I sometimes joke I should be paying him; but by now we are just old friends, who fuck like rabbits every time we meet. Even Gerry has come to terms with my voracious appetite for other men.

But man number four, you might guess would be Trav, but no, I haven't seen or heard from him for years, he never liked the thought of me going with men for money. So who is my other lover? I should be ashamed to divulge this, but all I can say in my defence was it started in all innocence. That is if you can call attending a male only party as the entertainment, and knowing you are there to first dance provocatively, and then fuck with the ten male guests. Well I call that innocent; because that was the kind of thing I did to earn my money. What I didn't know was the event was some kind of mock pagan ritual, where all the men would be wearing face masks, and hooded cloaks.

As I arrived the butler showed me to a side room, and left me there with a white dress and appropriate skimpy underwear to change into. But there was also a mask for me to wear. Once I joined the men, I danced my dance, they all walked around me in a circle, chanting, and then it was just every man for himself. They began stripping me, and fucking or fingering every available part of my body. And although it was only a minute or so before my mask was removed, most men kept theirs on. I didn't know my brother was one of the men until the next day when he called at our, then newly acquired, country house.

His first reaction was scathing abuse,
“You fucking whore.”
Were the words that greeted me as I opened my new big front door. It took a while, but after an hour or so explaining to him how it had all started, I then plucked up the courage to say something I'd wanted to say since his first outburst on my doorstep.
“So now you know why I was there. Tell me this, my mask wasn't in place for long; so unless you were the first man to have me, you must have known who I was?”
“Don't go trying to make me out to be the one in the wrong. You were the one selling yourself.”
“I know that. And why not, it's my body to sell. Why should I be ashamed? But that doesn't explain you doing the same as all the others. And even if it hadn't been me, you still knew you were going to a fake ritual, to have sex with a girl who was being paid. What would Tania (His wife) think of that?”
“Jesus Mary! You wouldn't tell her?”
“You know I wouldn't. I don't even speak to her unless I have too. But don't you go looking down your nose at me. My husband knows what I do, and he's man enough to handle it. Now unless you've got anything more to say, I think you might as well leave.”

So you might think I wouldn't be seeing much of him again; and you'd be wrong. We walked to the door, and as he was about to leave, he turned and held me. I'd expected a brotherly kiss, kind of an apology. But even if he meant it to start that way, within seconds his tongue was in my mouth, and as he held me close to himself with one arm, his other hand was pushing up under my skirt, and into my crotch. I promise I did try to fight him off. But not aggressively, with scratching and kicking, just trying to push him away, not wanting to hurt him. But what ever excuses I make, the result was the same, with my front door still wide open; he fucked me on the floor, in the hall. If I tell you he took me to heaven and I lost control, I'm sure you won't be surprised. But when I then admit, we closed the front door, and spent the next three hours in my bed, fucking in every conceivable position, you'll realise just how wicked I really am.

So that's it, I'm now Mrs respectable, living in style, and being fucked regularly by husband, brother, ex-pimp, ex-client, and last but with a cock as big as his, definitely not least, Olaf, my friend.

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I can't fight back - he weighs too much.  He pulls away from the kiss, smirking at me, and lifts my shirt.  I didn't wear a bra tonight and he squeezes my breasts roughly, making me squirm.  No, no, no, no!  He gathers my wrists in one hand and holds them against the table above my head, releasing his erection with his other.  He yanks at my shorts, getting frustrated.

"God damnit," he says, pulling at them.  I close my eyes again.  How did I get here?  "You little slut!  You thought you could tease me, damn you.  But now I'm going to fuck you wild."  I start to shake with terror.  Finally he manages to pull my shorts down, leaving only my underwear protecting me.  No, God no!  I'm only seventeen - how could this happen to me?  I've had sex before but I could stop that.  I can't stop this.

He pulls my underwear down and his fingers enter my cunt.  I want to yell for help but I can't find my voice.  This is really happening to me.   No!  Please, God, no!  He withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his nine inch dick.  I start to finally scream but he covers my mouth with his free hand.  I try to free myself from his painful thrusts but can't.

His thrusts become increasingly rougher and I try to yell but his hand still covers my mouth.  Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!  Why me?  I whimper as he continues fucking me.  Each thrusts pushes me harder against the picnic table and the edge cuts into my thigh, making blood run down the back of my legs.

Finally he stops and I pray it's over.  He releases my wrists and mouth and flips me over, smacking my ass.  "Oh, baby, when I'm done you'll be begging for more."  He rams his dick into my ass and I scream with pain.  His hand worms its way under my face and covers my mouth.  His other grabs my wrists again and holds them above my head.  He thrusts and thrusts and I keep screaming with pain but his hand muffles the sound.

God!  God!  No!  Please, God!  Finally he cums in my ass and pulls away.  The cum drips out of my ass and I start to cry.  I've really been raped.  How could this happen to me?  "Oh, baby, you are a hot little piece."  He flips me over again and smirks at me.  "How about I take you with me for a little more fun?"  I start crying harder and he pulls my shirt back down and pulls up my underwear and shorts. 

He slings me over his shoulders and I'm too weak to fight him.  God, God, God, God, God, God.  He walks over to his car and throws me in the backseat.  I see a little divider between the front seat and back seat and start sobbing.  He's a cop.  He locks the doors and starts driving.    

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Deacon gently ran his fingers over a black and white mugshot of Maria,   
tracing her defiant pout. He sat no more than four feet away from her, a
thin cheap motel wall separating them. It was a small roadside stop off on
Interstate 8. None too far from Calexico, and more specifically damn near
the Mexican boarder. She was serious about running.

It was a done deal. She was not going to make it anywhere without Deacon
right behind her. In the morning he just had to literally toss her into the
back of the SUV and drive her less than 50 miles. Pretty simple task for
some $40k.

Deacon was restless. Horny. He had been looking at Maria's mugshot so
frequently that he could close his eyes and see her face. He was mesmerized,
enticed. Something about the look in her eyes --- fierce and angry, yet
eager for something. It was as though she was reaching through the picture,
begging him to come tame her --- daring him to --- and she was right next
door.

He heard her get up and turn on the shower. Instantly he envisioned Maria
wet and naked --- streams of soap suds across her tits and running down her
ass, almost like cum covering her tanned body. Her nipples stiff and perky
as she moved the water over them. He could almost feel her soft, slippery
flesh in his hands and he knew right then what he was going to do.

Deacon broke into her room with such ease anyone watching him enter would
have assumed he had a key. He made himself comfortable in the corner chair
next to the bed. He reached over and flicked off the bed side light.
Propping his feet on the bed, he pulled out a cigarette and idly rolled it
between his fingers... waiting.

She twisted the water off, and stepped out of the tub. She stubbed her toe,
sucked in her breath and let out a moan in pain. The sound was sensual, and
he felt his dick stiffen in anticipation. She cursed, and then went about
brushing her teeth. Finally she opened the door and froze. Maria knew she had
left the light on.

Her eyes had not fully adjusted to the dark room, and Maria clearly was
unaware of his presence. She had put on underwear --- a black lace bra and a
strappy little thong. She was still toweling off her damp hair as she
cautiously made her way across the room toward the table lamp. Deacon let
her get within arms' reach, and then flicked his lighter. She froze,
mid-step.

He took a drag on his cigarette, inhaling till it was lit. "Hello, Maria,"
he said, exhaling smoke and putting his lighter away.

She instinctively backed up, hunched over and modestly used the towel to hide
herself. She looked ready to scream.

In a fluid motion Deacon pushed himself up from the chair, dropping his
cigarette in the ash tray and advanced quickly towards her. He grabbed her,
then spun her around so she was facing away from him. He pulled her back
against him, covering her mouth tightly with his hand and burying his face
against her neck. She smelled sweet, floral. He breathed her in.

"Shhhh, you wouldn't want to get the cops involved, would you?" he whispered
soothingly. He gently kissed her neck. "This can't be too much of a
surprise, Maria. You knew someone was coming for you. Just your luck it was
me. Here's the deal, " he paused, and dragged her backwards so he could
reach his cigarette. With only one arm to control her, he released his grip
on her mouth and slipped his arm around her neck, keeping her in a loose
head-lock. Her hands wrapped around his forearm, but her effort to pry his
arm away was half hearted. She apparently wanted to hear the deal. He bided
his time, and smoked slowly.

"I can arrest you, bring you in and you'll have to face whatever it is you
think you can run from. Or, " he paused and leaned over to ash his
cigarette, arching her backwards as he did so. He held her that way a brief
moment since he enjoyed seeing her breasts from that angle, her nipples
poking at the lace material. "you can suck my cock and I'll get you to
Mexico."

"What?!" she shrieked outraged as she wriggled free and spun to face him
with an angry glare. Her arms were raised slightly, her hands were balled
into fists and she looked ready to throw a punch. He smirked back at her. He
already could tell she was the type of girl he needed to get his rocks off.

"What do you think you're you gonna do, sweetheart?" He pulled himself up to
his full height and flexed his muscles slightly. He knew how to look
intimidating. "I suggest you relax and get on your knees."

"Fuck you," she shot back.
He would have loved to see her pouty red lips stretched around his thick
cock as saliva and precum leaked out the corners of her mouth with each
thrust. He was patient though, and secretly thrilled that she was not
interested in submitting. "Tell you what. You make it through that door", he
gestured to the exit behind him, "in three minutes and
I'll give you a sporting 24 hours head start. That's plenty of time to
disappear south of the boarder."

She stood, dumbfounded, unsure what to do. It was an entirely bizarre
proposal, more nonsensical than his last offer. Finally she spoke, "And what
happens if I don't reach the door?"

He thought about it while he smoked. "Well, I'm not sure. But I'm betting
it'll make you wish you had just sucked my dick. Really that was the only
easy out for you."

She remained motionless, stunned.

"I suggest you get moving," he put his cigarette out and casually glanced at
his watch. "You've got two minutes and ten seconds left."

This spurred her into action. She swung her fists, throwing two quick
punches, both of which he evaded easily. She stumbled forward caught off
balance. He put an arm out and steadied her. "Come on, sweetheart. You'll
need to do better than that."

She jerked away from his touch. Her eyes were wide, panicked, as they darted
about. She dove to the left of him, back to the corner chair and snuck into
the small space between the wall and the chair. Picking up the old wooden
chair, she charged at him with it. He caught the legs before they drove
into his chest and wrenched the chair away from her. He put it down
softly, shaking his head mockingly. She glowered at him.

And then, her fist flew. It connected with his jaw, and it was immediately
apparent to him she had focused every ounce of strength into that one punch.
He blocked the second one, and then kicked her. Not a hard kick, just enough
to knock her off her feet. She landed on her ass, the wind knocked out of
her and sat there stunned.

Deacon wiped his mouth to check if his lip was bleeding, and smirked when he saw
glissening red streaks. Then his eyes focused on her and the sheer menacing
intent in his gaze prompted her to scramble to her feet as she backed up.
"Time's up, princess." He got to her before she had fully gained her
footing, and lifting her into the air he tossed her on the bed.

She attempted to roll off the bed onto her feet, but he was on top of her
before she could. He gripped her upper arms and held himself above her as he
pushed between her legs and ground his pelvis into her. Maria froze, "Don't.
Please don't."

He wrapped his hand around her throat. With her free hand Maria grasped his
wrist and tried to pry his hand away. "Don't!" she growled.

He lowered himself and pushed his face into her neck. "Shhh." he said
soothingly as he softly kissed her neck. He kissed down her neck, her chest
and then bit her nipple gently through the lace. She inhailed and moaned. He
moved to her other breast. He felt her hips move, subtly, lifting up into
him.

"Don't," Maria repeated, but this time she whispered it softly. Almost like a
sigh.

"Don't?" Deacon questioned tautingly, as he kissed back up her neck. He
kissed her mouth softly. "Don't?" He kissed her again, gently caressing her
lips with his tounge. Slowly, gingerly, she kissed him back. As her kisses
became more passionate, his grip on her relaxed.

He felt her slowly trying to move out from under him, somehow thinking her
kisses were enough to distract him from noticing. Deacon suddenly tightened
his hold and pressed his lips hard against hers. He forced his tounge deep
into her mouth.

His hand on her neck was warning enough to keep Maria from biting down, but
she squirmed and wimpered trying to adjust to the sudden invasion. Deacon
pushed even harder into the kiss forcing her to open wider for him. Her hand
moved from his wrist to his chest, where she attempted to push him back, but
he was unmovable.

He took a moment to focus on taking things slowly. She was going to take
more than just his toungue for him, but he wanted this to last. He pulled
back slightly, to ease her discomfort, but continued to probe her mouth with
his tounge. Eventually she returned his kiss.

He had slowed it down enough.

Deacon released her neck and pressed his forearm across her chest. With just
his arm pinning her, he removed a knife with his free hand and deftly
slipped the blade between her breasts and under her bra. With a flick of the
blade, her bra sprung open, exposing her plump breasts. He lifted his body
off her enough to access her underwear. He wrapped her thong around the
blade and in a swift movement, he had cut her free of it as well.

Maria was thrashing and attempting to roll away from him, so he placed the
blade against her neck. Immediately she settled down. "That's it,
sweetheart. Just take it easy." He withdrew the knife from her neck sat up
and settled back on his knees. "Behave," he warned her, but the look on her
face told him she was not going to sit still for long.

He pushed his hand between her legs and cupped her pubic mound in his palm.
He ran his finger along her opening from ass to clit, pleased with how warm
and wet she was. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. Her eyes
widened in fear and she quickly sat up and moved to get off the bed.

Springing forward Deacon knocked her back, still maintaining his place
between her legs. He caught her flailing arms and held both her wrists in
one hand. He locked her arms above her head. In a last attempt to keep him
out, Maria clenched her thighs together but his weight forced her legs to
part.

He reached down and adjusted his position, placing his dick inline with
her. Deacon was ready to split her pussy wide, but he resisted ramming himself
in. He settled himself on top of Maria and gently brushed her hair from her
face. Slowly he began to ease in. She moaned loud and arched her back. Unsure
how loud she would be, he clamped his hand down over her mouth. "Just
relax", he instructed her, "and take it. All of it."

He continued to ease himself in. Her eyes grew wide and she began to squirm
upwards to avoid being penetrated by the full length of his shaft. He
released her wrists and grabbed her shoulder to prevent her from inching
away. She pushed against his chest with her newly freed hands, but only
lightly, resigned to her fate, and no doubt looking forward to it as well.
Using his grip Deacon pushed her down onto his dick, "I said all of it." He
felt her open up slightly and it became easier to push into her. "That's a
good girl," he encouraged her. "Just open for me, and you'll enjoy this
too." Maria thought she had taken all that she could, but he suddenly rammed
even further into her. She screamed against his hand.

Deacon paused, now fully in, his balls flush against her ass. She began rocking
her hips, rythmically and gently --- moving herself ever so slightly up and
down his cock. He remained motionless, enjoying the sensation. Suddenly he
felt her pussy muscles spasm. Sporatically at first, but then her muscles
clenched his dick multiple times in rapid succession. Her body was already
preparing to orgasm for him.

He could not hold back any longer. He pulled himself nearly out and then
thrust into her, hard. He began pumping into her roughly and without mercy,
rocking the bed. Maria's muffled cries indicated he was hurting her, but he
was not persuaded to slow his onslaught. He uncovered her mouth, not caring
about the concequences. He wanted to hear her scream for him.

Maria's cries became more urgent, but increasingly they ended in sensual
moans. She was again building towards her climax. She stiffened and sucked
in air, her legs clamping against his side and she remained still for
several moments as he continued ramming into her. She suddenly bucked and
let out an explosive cry as she came with insane force. Her pussy clenched
down tightly and he paused, waiting for her muscles to relax.

After several moments, Maria went limp, moaning softly. Deacon resumed
thrusting into her, but she barely reacted as she lay there enjoying the
tail end of her orgasm. Annoyed with her new found passiveness, Deacon
pulled out. He grabbed a pillow and placed it by her hips and then roughly
flipped her over onto it.  The pillow proped her ass in the air, just enough
to give him perfect access. He threw himself onto her, sinking his dick
completely into her wet, swollen pussy. Surprised, Maria yelped.

"That's right, sweetheart, it's not over yet." Grabbing a fistfull of her
hair, he continued fucking her in earnest, drawing cries and moans out of
her. He lifted himself up enough so he could watch himself repeatedly
entering her. Her ass and back muscles tense as she struggled to endure his
thrusts.

His breath was coming hard and fast as he neared orgasm. He pulled out last
minute and blew his load all over her back and hair. Deacon stood, and
zipped up his pants, leaving her sprawled across the bed, naked and covered
in his cum. He enjoyed the sight of her ravaged body.

She took a few moments and then got up slowly as though she could not trust
her legs to hold her weight. She staggered to the bathroom, grabbing a
handful of clothes as she went and he heard the shower running again. He
also heard her messing around with the bathroom window.

When she finally managed to struggle and work her way through the
bathroom window, he was there, outside, waiting for her in the alley behind
the hotel.

He stood between her and the only exit to the alley.  "Going somewhere?" He
moved in quickly to grab her, locking her tightly against him.

"I'm far from being done with you," he hissed in her ear.

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One night Shannon and I are working late. She is helping me close the store. She reaches up to get something off the top shelf and I notice how attractive she is. She has nice firm breasts and a tight ass. I catch myself staring at her and feeling aroused. I try to block it out and get back to my work. I am running the daily numbers when all of a sudden there is a loud crash. I jump out of my chair and walk around the next isle. There sits Shannon on the seat of her pants soak and wet.

“Shannon are you alright?” I ask nervously as I look down at her.

She starts laughing and replies. “Yes, I just feel so stupid.” And she looks up at me smiling. I extend my hand and she takes it. I pull her to her feet and stare at her breasts, as her nipples are clearly visible through her wet top. She notices me staring and looks down.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry.” She says and covers herself quickly with her hands.  I look away embarrassed and reply.

“No, I’m sorry.

That was totally un called for Shannon.”

I start to walk away but she grabs my arm. “Mr. James, it’s ok. No harm done.”

Shannon says and takes my hand squeezing it gently. I look her in the eye and smile.

“It’ll never happen again. I promise.” I say and hand her a towel.

She takes the towel and starts drying off. I walk to the back to get the mop and head back to the isle. I turn the corner and can’t believe what I see. Shannon has removed her top and is wringing it out. I stop and drop the mop. The sound of it hitting the floor startles her and she jumps. Her boobs bounce and she looks at me with a very red face. She quickly turns her back. “I was just going to mop. Sorry.” I say and walk away quickly my cock starting to get hard. I go back to my office and sit at the desk. I start trying to do my work again and I keep getting distracted by the vision of Shannon’s bare breasts. I sit there and find myself thinking about what it would be like to suck on her firm breasts. My cock twitches and I find myself rubbing it through my pants. My cock grows harder and I can’t help but unzip and start rubbing it through my underwear.  The knock at the door startles me and I look up to see Shannon standing there with a smiling at me. “Come on in. Did you get all dried off?” I ask laughing a little as I say it. “I think so. Well as well as I can here anyway.” Shannon replies starting to laugh herself.   “So what exactly happened anyway?” I ask with a smile on my face. “I was wiping the shelves down, and slipped on

is running down my face as I fuck her hard. “Mmmmm,Ooohhh.” She moans suddenly and starts moving her hips back at me on her own. “Mmmm, You like it now huh?” I whisper in her ear. “Ahhhhh, Ummm.” She moans and thrusts her hips back at me faster. “You like my big cock in your pussy?” I moan as I keep fucking. “Mmmmm, Shitttt! Shhh. Just fuck me with that big cock.” Shannon says breathing harder. I can tell by her breathing that she is about to cum. I start fucking her faster and faster. My balls slamming into her ass cheeks as I fuck her hard and fast. “Ooohhhhh Shittttt!” She screams and I feel her body shake. I keep pounding into her pussy and I can hear the squishing sound as my cock mixes with her cum. “Mmmmmm, Ooooooohhh, Ahhhhhh Shiiitttt!” She screams as she bucks back wildly at my hips. I keep pounding into her cum drenched pussy as she thrusts back harder and harder. My balls are slapping her ass cheeks hard as I pound her pussy. “Damn! You are still so fucking tight!” I moan loudly as I keep fucking away. I feel my cock throbbing and know that I’m about to cum also. “Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Oh God! Mmmmmmm,yessss.” She screams and I let loose shooting my cum deep into her tight pussy. She squeezes her pussy tight around my cock milking the cum from my cock. “You liked that didn’t ya? You liked having my cum in your pussy.” I scream as I finish Cumming. She pulls foreword and my cock pops from her pussy. I start to smile at her but she turns and drops to her knees. She takes my cock into her mouth and gently licks and sucks the cum from my cock and balls. “Damn, you are such a slut.” I moan. She finishes and stands in front of me. “You can fuck me anytime. If you’re going to fuck me like that.” She says smiling and winking at me. “Great! So this stays between us right?” I ask staring nervously at Shannon.  “I aint telling anyone. I’ve never had a cock fuck me like that. It felt so fucking good. I would fuck you again right now. If I didn’t have to go.” She says her hand rubbing my cock.  She releases her hand from my cock and starts pulling on her panties and jeans.  I pull up my pants and she smiles at me. She hands me back the money she took. I look at her and smile. “You can keep it Shannon.” I say and she puts it back into her pocket. I walk her to the door and let her out. “So, I’ll see you on Monday right Mr. James?” She says with that beautiful smile on her face. “Uh..Sure. Have a good weekend.” I say and smile back at her. I close the door and watch her walk to her car. That tight ass of hers just sways in those tight jeans. “Can’t wait till next month.” I say out loud and walk back to my office.

He started rubbing her legs from her ankles up to her waist, sucking on her tits, and bit her neck as she curled her toes in anticipation.  After a few seconds of feeling Josie up, James grabbed huge hard cock and rubbed the head of it on my wifes clit.  He teased her by gently popping the tip of his cock inside her.  Her pussing had never felt a cock this big so even this caused a few cries.  The he grabbed her legs, spread them wide, ran his hands underneath her, pulled her hair and wrapped his other hand around her neck, and began rubbing his length over her pussy and stomach so she could understand what she was in for.  "OOOHHH Fuck me you fucking nigger!" she yelled.  James sat up, backhanded her in the face, and shouted "Ok you white bitch."  He leaned over her, stuck his tongue down her throat, and ripped the blindfold off.  "Holy FUCK!" she yelled when she saw his huge cock. 

James positioned himself on her tits, pulled her hair and stuck his cock in her mouth.  "Suck my dick bitch!" he ordered.  He grabbed her head with boths hands and started to fuck Josies mouth like a beast.  He let her gag and muffle stop and once in a while give a little slap.  While this was going on I stripped took the handcuffs off.  Immediatley, she wrapped one hand on Jame's cock and squeezed his ass with the other.  I loved it when he pulled his cock up and my wife started suckin on his giant balls.  He grabbed her hair again and slapped her in the face with his cock.  "Fuck that little slut now!!"  I ordered.  He slid between her legs and Josie wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned
"fuck me daddy.. I want your fucking nigger cock!"  James wasted no time, he grabbed his cock and forced himself in Josie.  "OOOWWWOOWWW!!  OHH STOP!  PLEEEEAASEEEE!!" she cried.  He squeezed and pulled her tiny body onto his 10' cock and laid inside her for a moment.  He sat up, put his hand over her mouth and one choking her throat, and slowly started fucking her.  "OOOO! OHHH UHHUUUH YEEEAAAHH! Fuck me harder daddy!" she yelled!  "You like that bitch!? You love daddy's cock!?" James replied.  YESSSSS!! HARDER DADDYY! said Josie.  Suddenly he pulled out and flip her body over, grabbed onto her ass and started fucking her swollen pussy like a dog.  James slammed himself into Josie harder and faster, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, and squeezing her bouncing tits.  At last James slammed his body into her and started releasing his load of cum inside her abused pussing.  "FUCKK!! OH FUCK!? he shouted.  "O0000 yeah daddy keep cumming." said my wife.  Once he pulled out she turned around and started licking their juices off his cock and balls.  I got behind my wife and watched James' load leak out of her pussy and got closer to orgasm.  I pulled Josie's hair and released my load on her face and called her a slut.

She was so high on E it was insane.  She begged James to fuck her in the ass.  While he laid on the bed waiting to get hard again, Josie got back on all fours and rubbed her pussy and fingered her asshole. She hadn't even bothered to wipe the rest of my cum from her face.  Once she saw his hard on she jumped on top and began pushing the tip inside her asshole.  "OOOWWW OOOOOOO OH YEAHHHH..." My wife moaned as she filled her asshole with half of his cock.  He squeezed her little waist as Josie bounced up and down.  She was in trouble when she wouldn't go down all the way.  James pulled out and forced her her face down on the bed.  I handcuffed her to the bed again as James started pushing his cock back in her ass.  "NO NO NO PLEASEEEEE IT HURTS! IT HURTS! she screamed.  With one last push and a cry from Josie, he was deep in her asshole.  "Fuck the hell out of her and make that bitch scream!" I yelled.  Josie had her head down with her hands pulling on the cuffs and letting out whimpers and cries.  James slapped her ass again, put both hands on her ass and instantly started to fuck her with no mercy.  He'd tell her to scream louder and slap my wife and tear her body apart with his nigger cock.  I loved to her the slam of his body into my wifes ass and her instant scream of pain and pleasure.  Her screams and moans were so loud!  I'd yell dirty things at her and James fuck her harder.  Just before he came, she collapsed in orgasms and moans from being ass raped and treated like a whore.  Head down, ass in the air, James released another load into my wife's body. 

He pulled out, kissed the back of her neck, dressed, and left.  When I got back into the room she was still in the same position.  I was hard again so I gave my wife one last fuck for the night.

As she dissapered upstairs my mind started to wonder.. i started to think about what was goin to happen tonight if anything happend at all.. i was thinking of her hot body rubbing up against mine while she sucked on my cock. after a few minuits i decided to make my way upstairs. i went to the bedroom we were staying in to find her already sitting on the bed in her tight little T-shirt and little shorts. as i came in she smiled and got up. she came over to me shut the door and started to kiss me. she had me up against the wall and we stayed there for a few minuits. then she locked the door and pushed me on to the bed. she took off the top showing her perfect set of tits. then she said.

" you know I've always dreamt about fucking you"

" really!?" I said

" Yea I always play with my self at night thinking about your cock inside my wet little Pussy"

" well then your dream is coming true aint it"

" yes I guess it is"

She undid my jeans and pulled out my cock. she started to stroke it gently with her hands then took it into her mouth. it felt soo good i wanted to blow insied her mouth then and there. she sucked on my cock for a good 5 minuits. then she got up and she lay down on the bed. i got on top of her and kissed her gently on the lips then moved to her neck and started making my way down.. i got to her tits and started sucking on them till they were hard.. she squirmed and moaned..

"Shh.. " I said with a smile

" Don't make so much noise or they'll hear us"

" oopps hehe i forgot they were there" she replied

I then started to make my way further down to her legs slowly kissing the inner of her thighs teasing her making her really wet. then i pulled down her little shorts and was i right she was soaking wet. I put a finger in her pussy and began to rub her.. i started to lick her wet little pussy as she squrimed..

" Are you Ready?" i asked

" Yep" She said

I positioned my self between her legs and slowly guided my cock inside her wet little hole. I the slowly started to pump her getting faster everytime i went in and out.. then she got up and went on all fours to show me her perfect little ass and i fucked her from behind. we fucked in different positions for about 10 minuits. then I felt my balls tighten and knew i was about to cum..

"ohh my god Dana I'm about to Cum"

" Ohh yea Tee dont stop.... Yeahhhh"

" were do you want my Cumm Baby?"

" take it out I wanna taste your hot Cumm"

I pulled out my cock and started to jerk it in front of her face. she then took it in her mouth and then i belw my load all in her mouth she tried to take it all but it was too much and it dribbled down her chin. she looked up at me and smiled and licked up the rest of my cum of her fingers and my cock..

" Wow you taste good Cuz" she said

" I could say the same about you Dana"

" we should do this more often"

" i agree"

" hey since were gonna be apart for a few days you wanna continue our little affair on the wau back to Sydney"

"i'd Love to"

" but in the mean time lets make the most of the time we have now shall we"

" Are you ready to go again??"

" I was born ready" she said Grabbing my cock and putting it in her mouth once more.....

HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE BETTER THAN THE OTHER ONE DONT BE SHY LEAVE COMMENTS

I AM OPEN TO ALL CRITICS!!!

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We went to his bedroom and I was fully prepared for a hot make out session. But soon his hands were in my bra and he started squeezing my tits and attempted to take my shirt off. I resisted because I wasn’t ready to lose my virginity at the time. But he was very persistent. He’d say things like “you’re so sexy baby! I love your tits! You’re my babe!”  And I gave in bit by bit, till he had me lay on his bed with me without my shirt and bra but with my panties and jeans still on. He’d even taken my socks off and had thrown them on either side of the bed. He went straight for my tits and sucked on them like his life depended on it. I’d never seen him so eager. He was very worked up at the time and the only time his mouth was away form my tits was he’d look at me and say things like, “your so fucking hot! Let’s fuck baby, I know you want to!”

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But things got a bit serious when he began to undo my jeans. I didn’t want to go all the way even though I was quite turned on. I tried to stop him but he was so eager, there was a madness in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. He unhooked my button and proceeded to take my jeans and panties off at the same time. I grabbed them too and we had this tug of war for like a minute, with him trying to pull them down and with me trying to hold it up. I was almost about to cry, but he kept saying, “Its okay Sara, I wont hurt you, it’ll be over in a few minutes. I wont hurt you. Its just sex, why are you being so uptight?” And with a final jerk with all his strength and quite violently he took my jeans and panties off.

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For the fist time in my life, I was completely naked in front of a boy and I have to admit I was scared. I was breathing very heavily and my entire body had goose bump all over it. My last attempt to stop him was to keep my knees tightly together. That was a feeble attempt. After he took off all his clothes in a flash, he forcefully pried my legs apart and got between them. It was then that I saw a cock for the very fist time. I’d seen it in movies and but seeing the real thing twitching and hard was very different. I yelped as soon as he placed his warm cock on my pussy. “Please! I’ll go down on you! I’ll make it really good for you! We don’t even have a condom!” I pleaded, but  he replied a little angrily with something like, “I’m you’re boyfriend Dammit! I want it now! Lie back, it’ll be over soon. I promise to pull out!” he said huskily. With that I surrendered my fate, knowing there was nothing I could do but let nature take its course. I lay back with teary eyes and stopped fighting.

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He placed his cock on my pussy and rubbed it so we were both well lubricated. Then he entered me. I shrieked with pain, but before I knew it he was on top of me with his head buried in my neck, pumping in and out of me. Each time he entered me I shrieked in pain, but he was too far gone with lust to really care. He began kissing me on my cheeks and lips and pacified me by saying things like “I love you baby! I love you! I love your pussy! I love you so much!” He pounded me senseless for a good five minutes in that position.

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I knew he was about to cum when I heard him grunt louder and with more intensity. “Pull out! Pull out!” I begged him. It was so intense that we were both screaming, he was fucking me at lightening speed, the bed post were violently banging against the wall, the sound it made was something like “dhug dhug dhug dhug dhug dhug!” in quick succession.  Finally,  he pulled out and came all over my tits, quite like my brother did the first time we had sex. He finally got off me and lay on his side. I turned away from him and held my vagina with my hands, it hurt the first time.

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I turned over and the bastard was asleep. I put my clothes back on and left immediately. Don’t get me wrong I did love him. And wanted my first time to be with him, but I would have preferred it if it wasn’t so sudden and unromantic.

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*also read Sara & I (a true story) in the incest section.

Lynn went to draw her bath to relax for a while and i called the local motel to confirm that the reservations were ready. then i got dressed for our night. When lynn come out of the bed room she wore a yellow mini skirt that only hung to her ass checks silk stockingsand a low cut mid drift halter top. With her red hair half way down her back she looked quit fuckable. Later i found out she was wearing pink pantys and bra i ask why she wanted yellow and pink? She simply said she wanted to make Rick notice when she sit down she was going to sit unlike a lady she will make him take notice of her and very fast. This was a turn on for me so i knew what it would do to Rick. When we arived  went to our room and then to dinner. I ask her if she was sure she wanted to do this she replyed she was. Then after dinner we went back to our room , while waiting and getting hotter than ever we had some fun of our own. about five minutes later after we finished she went to shower off and freshen up as she says. While she was in the shower a knock came at the door of our hotel. i awnsered to find Rick and he said he wasn't sure if he had the correct room i ask if he was to meet a couple for the evening he said yes he was and i showed him in. We sat and talked for a while waiting for Lynn to Come out of the shower , heask what we wanted i told him it her night to have fun what ever she wanted was fine with me then the age old question come up about where to let loose of his cum  i told him that it was up to her if she wanted it in it would be in if she wanted it all over her that was what it would be. He ask how i felt about it and i asured him it was fine any way she wanted it. Then i told him about some past encounters we had . the man about went out of his pants when he heard that since she could no longer get preganant that it was quit ok to cum in her pussy but only if she wanted. Then Lynn come out and was shocked to see Rick there early i told her he and were talking about some things and making sure that he understood all the rules. Lynn was only wearing her yellow mesh thong and mesh bra witch didn't leave much for the imaganation she was comfortable she said. Rick was watching her very close and by the bulge in his pants it was easy to see he liked what he was watching. When i told Lynn her surprise was that he held something most men only wish they had she ask what it was . I said well it is time for her to find out. I put on a blind fold led her to the bed and said it was time for her to find out what it was , then i motioned for Rick to get undressed and i as well when she ask why i blindfolded her i said that if she seen befor she felt she might have not done it at all. Lynn jokingly said why is he to little to satisfy her needs and i said this could be possable. When she started to suck me and Rick went down on her pussy she said he was talented with his tounge she still ask why the blind fold i then said to her are you ready she almost yelled yes when Rick climbed up and stuck his cock in her pussy she said where did i find her dildo and why was Rick using it on her i then took off her blind fold and when she seen what was realy happing she went crazy with lust. She had thought i brought her 10 inch by 4 inch round dildo with us but found out that it was his cock that was so big and he wasn't even all the way in yet. Rick then ak if she could handle a big cock like his and she said she will take it all while we fucked for about 35 minutes Rick in her mouth and pussy as was i we changed a few times when i said i was ready to fill her mouth. I come so hard that she gaged a bit and then i watched as Lynn & Rick were fucking and could tell he was ready so i ask her where she wanted for Rick to Cum She moaned in her pussy she moaned it again this was all that it took Rick started to grunt and then all of a sudden Lynns eyes opened up saying that it was so hot and running down her ass by this time i was hard again  and took up in her mouth till Rick moved from her pussy Iwatched as he pulled from her slowly his cock was covered in juice hers and his mixed. when he finaly pulled all the way out the cum was running down her legs and ass i put her up on hands and knees to fuck her she went to sucking Ricks Cock for what semmed like about another 45 minutes of her fucking me and sucking him as much as she could i unloadd in her pussy as he started to cum in her mouth.when the evening was over Rick thanked the both of us and ask if we should ever need him to contact him we both said in unison we would. Then after Rick left we both got a shower then we went to bed and fucked the night away till early morning.   

He turned me round and I saw he was a large set black man. He slapped my face hard saying make a noise and I’ll hurt you badly ok bitch. I nodded thinking he would just take my bag. He moved back telling me to open my coat which I did with tears starting to run down my face.

He looked saying ‘not bad’ I again asked ‘please don’t hurt me. He laughed saying ‘do as your told and you won’t get hurt bitch‘. He told me to remove my coat which I did. It was a cold night and the cold air was soon hitting my body.

He moved towards me looking into my eyes. I tried to hit out and screamed but he grabbed me by the hair and slapped my face very hard saying ‘I have told you once now shut the fuck up bitch’. He put his hand tightly over my mouth and I felt his hand move to my leg. I shook my head as I felt his hand move under my skirt. But his hand was to tightly round my mouth for me to release it.

He forced my legs apart with his as he then moved between them. His hand was now on my panties he finger moving them against my pussy. He said ‘I’m going to fuck you hard you dirty slut. I shook my head as I felt my panties being ripped from me. I was now crying as he pushed a finger into my dry pussy. He said ‘what a nice tight white pussy’.

I tried to move away but I was being pressed hard against the wall so I couldn’t move away from him. He finger was moving hard back and forth from my pussy I just closed my eyes thinking about my husband thinking this will be over soon.

He pulled his finger from me and pushed me to the floor. He pinned me down and placed his hand back over my mouth. His other hand pushed my skirt over my waist and was fingering me once more only this time he pushed a second finger in, ramming them really hard into me.

He ordered me to move my hips, I shook my head as his fingers went deeply inside me. Again he ordered ‘move your fucking hips slut’. which I now did. I rocked my hips to the timing of his fingers moving inside me.

He reached down and undid his trousers releasing his fully erect black cock. He said ‘now fucking rub my cock slut. I moved my hand down taking his cock in my hand it was so big and thick I was scared it would tear my pussy apart. The tears was running down my face as he said ‘your pussy is ready for a good fuck you dirty white whore’.

His hand moved from my mouth as I was now so scared I couldn’t scream even it I wanted to. He asked if I wanted to be fucked I shook my head and felt him slap my face hard once more. He asked again if I wanted him to fuck me. This time I nodded and felt him push his black cock hard into me.

My legs were pushed wide open as he pushed his cock harder and faster into me. Tell me to move my hips and fuck his black cock. I did as he asked and moved my hips in the same timing as his fuck.

My head was forced back and he moved his lips towards mine. I turned my head away not wanting him to kiss me. But he grabbed my face turning it towards him and forced his mouth onto mine.

I felt his cock banging hard inside me as he really started to fuck my pussy very hard. I laid frozen taking his fuck wishing it would soon be over. I asked his not to cum in me and cum in my mouth but he laughed saying he was going to fill my pussy full of black man cum. I was shaking with fear as I was not protected as my husband and I were trying for a baby.

I felt him pounding my pussy and could hear hips skin slapping against mine. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as they swung back and forth as he really fucked me hard and fast.

He ordered me to move my hips wish I did so he didn’t slap me again. He made me call out fuck me fuck me give me your cum which I did. I felt his hand griping my ass one of his fingers moved towards my tight little asshole. I froe as his pushed it inside my ass. I tightened my ass trying to keep his finger out but he just pushed harder and I felt it n my ass.

He pulled his cock from me and told me to turn over. He gripped my waist and I felt the tip of his cock against my ass. I pleaded not there please not there. But he pushed hard and I felt a burning pain shot over me as he fucked my tight virgin ass. I wouldn’t even let my husband fuck me there but now I was having my ass raped and it hurt like hell. I was still crying as he raped my ass very hard.

I was hoping he would cum in my ass so he wouldn’t make me pregnant but after a while he eased back and turned me again onto my back. He held my legs wide apart and rammed his cock back into my pussy. He was now fucking me even harder and faster telling me to fuck him or else. He slapped my face again making me move my hips.

My head was forced head as he pulled my hair saying ’I’m almost there‘. I was asking him ‘please not in it cum in my mouth I want that‘. But he gave one last very hard thrust and I felt him shooting jet after jet of sticky cum deeply inside me. I was really crying hard hoping he hadn’t made me pregnant.

He laughed saying ‘I hope I have raped my black baby into you, you dirty white slut. I felt his cock slip from within me before he moved back. He parted the lips of my pussy saying how he could see his cum slowly dribbling from my pussy.

He grabbed my bag tipping it out. He grabbed my mobile phone saying he was going to call my husband. I heard he say ‘I have just fucked your wife you wanker and what a good fuck she was’

He also said how much I had enjoyed it. He looked at me his other hand drawing back making me call out how much I had enjoyed his black cock fucking me and how much I hoped he had fucked his black baby up me.

He dropped my phone laughing as he pulled up his trousers and walked off. I laid there frightened he would return. After a short while I got myself together grabbed my bag and headed home where my husband was waiting for me.

The spring and summer 0f 2003 passed in a haze.  I can’t remember much of that time.  I know it was bad.  It was hot and we had too many people in each tent, the MRE’s taste like shit after day 4 and you watch people who got there after you leave before you.  You get to thinking your tour will keep getting extended, or you’ll get KIA’d a day before you’re supposed to leave and it fucks with your mind.

And of course, there is no place to jack off.

Some guys hide in the porta-johns, others would climb into parked vehicles, some would do it in their sleeping bags at night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do any of those things.  I can’t smell piss and shit, or sit in a hot fucking truck or even worse, be entombed in a damn sleeping bag in 120 degree heat just to yank my cock.  So I suffered.

Around late July or early August we had a bunch of new people sent to us.  But no new tents so we had to cut our tiny living spaces in half.  My old area was now shared with some Major who seemed as gay as he was pompous.

I think that guy jacked off twice a night every night for the first week he was there.  I got sick of hearing his hand rubbing against his sleeping bag and was going to say something about it when I decided I was probably just jealous.  I’d seen the pictures of his wife and if I was him, I’d be doing the same thing.  I’d been 5 or 6 months without a single jo session.  It was hot, I was frustrated, and he was lucky to have that hot piece of ass to go home to whenever we got the hell out of here.

Inevitably, everyone gets to know each other pretty well.  You can’t help it when you sleep less than a foot away from each other.  Major T. and I were no different.  He was actually pretty cool and he’d always share his care packages with me before passing things out to everyone else.  We talked quite a bit.  What we missed most about home, what we’d be doing if we were still in the States, girls we’d fucked, where we grew up, why we joined the Army, etc.  One memorable conversation had us deciding what 3 things we wanted most at that moment.  An easy decision for me:  a blow job, 18 hours of sleep, and a Dr. Pepper.  (There was NO Dr. Pepper in Iraq until December)

He asked me one day if I had a girlfriend in country and I kinda looked at him crazy.  A lot of soldiers hook up with someone for a deployment and they spend their time sneaking off to fuck in the backs of trucks or in the shitters.  One couple was even caught in the water buffalo!  I never drank from that WB again.  With all our talk, I figure he’d know the answer by now.

 I told him no and he said he’d asked only because he’d never heard me jack off.  I instantly thought of my first impression of him being gay and the look on my face must have made him realize how he sounded.  He hurriedly went on to explain that he’d been seeing this girl and she wanted him to bring another guy along that night.  He was wondering if I’d like to go along.

I told him no thanks, I don’t dig the idea of fucking some slut even as my dick started to stir in my pants.  He kept trying to convince me and I finally asked him who it was.  I was shocked when he told me.

“Anderson, the fueler girl.  She has some friends who let her use their air-conditioned offices at night to watch movies.  I ran into her one night when she was headed over there and she invited me along.  One thing led to another and, well…” he trailed off.

I knew the girl.  Andy is what we all called her.  I’d known her before we deployed and the girl is HOT!  She’s definitely not a slut.  When she’d get off duty back home she’d put on regular clothes and you could see what the baggy uniforms hid all day.  She was really pretty, awesome figure, smart as hell, and refused every GI who asked her out.  Me included.  I had spent many nights before we left with my dick in my hand and her in my mind.

I told him how she’d shot me down before and if she had to be a slut if she wanted him to just bring any guy with him that night.

“Not just any guy.  There’s only 2 guys she’s willing to have me bring; you or that tall guy in Operations.  I forget his name.”

My dick stirred a bit more.  I felt it roll over off my leg and stiffen just the tiniest bit.

“I’ll think about it.  What time?”

“1800.  Let me know before 1600 so I can ask that other guy.”

 

At 1730 I was a wreck.  I had already showered, shaved, and found a clean pair of underwear.  My heart was pounding in the back of my throat, the blood was rushing through my brain creating a sound akin to a wind tunnel, and my dick was so hard I thought maybe I should have forgotten about putting on underwear at all.

I was waiting for Major T. to show up and having a conniption.  He was late and I was starting to think he’d been playing a joke on me.  I’d kill him if he was.  I was also trying to figure out where this office was.  The airfield we lived on was pretty nice since we’d built it up over the summer, but there were less than half a dozen buildings.  Only two were of any size where there would be offices and neither seemed likely.  There was the Terminal where all the Big Wigs worked like the General and his staff, and then there was the control tower where the aviation guys worked and lived.  Where the fuck were we going?  Where the fuck was Major T.?

He eventually showed up but he was pretty late and we had to walk fast to be there on time.  He said he didn’t want to piss her off.  She could be a little pouty with him and while it was sexy as hell, it also meant he ran the risk of REALLY pissing her off.

He led me to the Terminal and my mid was swirling with questions, pent up frustration and a sudden fear that literally stopped me in my tracks.

“What’s up?  You coming or what?”

“Uh, that’s the problem, actually.”

“You didn’t just, uh, in you pants…?”

“NO! But, well, see, Anderson is really hot.”

He looked at me like I’d just been awarded my Master’s Degree in Stating the Obvious.  “No kidding,” he finally said.

“Well, it’s just that it’s been a really long time for me and she’s really hot and I was just thinking how bad it would be…,”  I broke off at the sound of his laughter.

“You’re worried you’ll shoot your load in less than 30 seconds.”  There was no malice in his voice.

“More like 10,” I said.  “Maybe I should kinda go over there,” pointing at some trees, “and, uh, prepare myself before I get inside.”

“If you really want to, but she’ll probably like it if you don’t.  Trust me.”

I was still uncertain.  I kept imaging this hot chick laughing at me when I shot my load as I was still unbuttoning my pants.  And if she laughed one of two things would happen.  I’d either not be able to get hard again, or I’d get hard and she wouldn’t want me after all.

“My first night in that office I had my pants around my ankles and she was reaching out to grab me and I shot my wad in her face before she even touched me.  She loved it!”

I was dumbfounded.  I just stood there trying to figure out what on earth this girl found arousing about something like that.  I also kept imagining her face with cum dripping down it and my cock swelled even more.  I was decided.

We entered the terminal and Major T. led me up these nice marble stairs, down a hallway that looked like it should be in a NYC crack house, through a room full of computers and to a large polished wood door.  The contrasts in this place were adding to my confusion.  This whole experience was like some fever-induced dream where you find yourself wandering around a mad house with crazy people jumping out at you and mirrors distorting your reflection so much that you forget what you look like.

“Before we go in there I want to set a couple things straight.  You cannot tell anyone about this.    Also, you’ll have to leave your weapon there,” he pointed to a weapons rack against the wall where a SAW was already locked in.  “If you need a lock there’s some on the counter there.”  I locked my weapon in and Tom passed me his.  When both were secure, I turned back to him.

“I am married and will get into a lot of trouble if anyone knows about this.  I’m also an Officer and she’s only a PFC so they’ll get me on that, too.  I’ll lose my wife and son if I get found out.  You tell anyone and I’ll kill you.  No exaggeration.  I will end your life if you jeopardize my future with my wife and son.  I’ll kill you if you tarnish his girl’s reputation.  I don’t want people thinking she’s a barracks slut because she isn’t.  If you can’t abide by this, leave now.”

“I won’t tell a soul, Sir.”

He smiled then.  “I knew I forgot something.  My name’s Tom.  As long as were here I’d prefer you to call me that.  And I’d prefer to call you by your first name, as well.”

“No problem.  I’m Jake.”

“Andy’s still Andy, by the way.  I guess even her folks call her that and always have.”

“Anything else?”

By way of answer he opened the door.  On the other side was a lavish office, even by American standards.  Never mind we were in a bombed out city in Iraq, the Land That God Forgot.  Huge mahogany desk, leather winged back chair, big flat screen TV with a stereo, marble floor with deep pile rugs, big comfy couch against one wall, and in the middle of it all, there was Andy.

She had her hair down and I realized I’d forgotten it was curly.  I’d forgotten she had a beautiful smile and cute dimples hiding under her combat façade.  She wasn’t just the fueler girl, or a machine gunner putting her life on the line for convoys.  She was all of those things, but she was a woman, too.  Talk about contrasts.

“You guys coming in, or what?” she smiled.

I heard Tom gulp beside me.  I knew how he felt.  I took a shaky step into the room, unsure of what to do.

Tom walked purposefully past me and they hugged.  And then they kissed.  I just stood there while watching these two share the most passionate kiss I’d ever seen.  They broke off and she started unbuttoning his shirt.  She took it off and the T-shirt, too.  I watched her run her hands down his chest and my groin tightened in jealousy, lust, and voyeuristic thrill.

Her eyes seemed to drink him up as she started removing his pants.  I felt weird when his bare ass came into view.  I started to move to the right so I wouldn’t be staring straight at it, but then she knelt in front of him and I changed direction.  I’d never seen another guys hard dick before, but I really wanted to see his go into her mouth.

She licked at it as she fondled his balls and then she took the whole thing in his mouth in one swallow.  I was unbuttoning my pants to free my cock when she beckoned me nearer.  I took a few steps but she kept motioning me forward so I kept walking and unbuttoning until I was right next to Tom, standing over her.

She took her mouth off him.  “Take it out,” she panted.  “I want to see you.  I want to see you make yourself cum while I suck him.”

I kicked off my boots and pulled my pants off.  My socks did that really cool trick socks do when they come off with your pants.  I had lost my uniform top sometime so I was just standing there in my T-shirt.  I took hold of my cock for the first time in 6 months and started stroking it.  Andy’s head was bobbing up and down on Tom’s dick not 6 inches in front of me.  I felt the cum boiling in my sack and with a series of loud grunts I shot my load all over the right side of Andy’s face.

For the first time since I was about 14 my dick stayed hard after I came.  I kept stroking it and milking it until Andy took me into her mouth.  I shot another full load into her mouth and it built in intensity when I realized she was swallowing.  I’d never met a chick that swallows before!

Tom was standing next to me stroking his cock as Andy milked the last drops from me.  He had a smile on his face when I looked at him.  “Told ya, man.  She’s the greatest!”

I nodded my agreement and closed my eyes.  I nearly fell over when Andy took her hands off my ass.  I was so drained that I could barely stand.  Andy led me to the couch and lay me down.  She did a little strip tease in front of me before climbing on top.

“Tom, honey, I’m going to fuck Jake really hard while you watch.  I want you to shove your cock in my ass just before you come.”

I almost came myself when she said that.  It had been so long since I’d had my dick in a wet pussy and as she slid down on my member I thought I was in heaven.  She was breathing very heavily and her tits were bouncing up and down in front of my face.  I was thrusting madly upwards, trying to match her stroke for stroke when I felt Tom shove into her.  Feeling his cock through her wall made every thrust into something so exquisite I never wanted it to end.

He let out a low groan and then they both stopped moving.  About 10 seconds later I felt his cock pulse and then the cum emptying into Andy’s ass.  Each shot created another pulse and the sensation it caused running up my own hard shaft made me blow my wad, too.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh my FUCKING god!  You’re both cumming!  I have a man cumming in my ass and a man cumming in my pussy!  Oh!  My!  God!”  Andy shrieked.  With that I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick and her orgasm flooded over me.  Tom and I both had our arms around her but that didn’t stop her from shaking uncontrollably as she came.

I’ve always been jealous of how long the woman’s orgasm is.  It seems to go on forever and that night as I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock as the last contractions in Tom’s balls pushed his cum upwards against me, I came again.

I fell back on the couch and let my arms fall by my sides.  I felt Andy relaxing on top of me and then she and Tom were laying down on me.  I had never been so satisfied in my life.  I would have slept there just like that if it weren’t so risky.  We didn’t need the office owner to come in next morning and find us there like that.

I could hardly get dressed and they had to help me gets my boots tied.  I waited in the hall, retrieving our weapons while Andy and Tom said their goodnights.  I was so tired that I didn’t have a single thought in my head.  As Tom led me back to our tent he asked if I wanted to go back the next night.

“Dude, are you kidding?  What do you think?!”

 

 

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I went upstairs closly followed by Dan. I could feel his eyes on my ass so i decided to put a lilttle exra shake into it. "hey dan have ya got and old t-shirt i can barrow? I usually sleep naked and have pj's with me." He took out and old t-shirt and threw it at me, "there ya go sis." He striped down to his boxers and lay on the bed. He had a tonned body and by the looks of his shorts was well endowed. "Turn around now while i get changed" i said given him a wink. I slid out of my jeans and top and was standind there in my pink lace thong and matching bra. I could see him takeing a peek at my body so i dropped the shirt jus so i could bend over for him. I unsnaped my bra and my tits bounced loose. I was so horny my nipples were already hard. Sliping on my t-shirt i climbed in beside him. "You know i love you" i said given him a big hug. I pulled him close so my tits were pressed against him. I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh.

"You a virgin bro?" He look at me and fell slient. "Come on bro im your big sis you can tell me anything" given him a puppy dog looked. He laughed and answerd me no. "how many?" "just the 1 sis" he said. Our conversation lasted a while and i could feel myself gettin wetter with all the talk about sex and by the looks of things he was horny too. I rolled ove and got real tight to him so his dick was at my ass.He wraped his arm around me. I moved it so it was resting on my tit. I pushed my ass against him and began humping his dick. He let out a little moan and i knew i had him. I reached aroung and cuped his balls, "hey bro, I think we shoud do something about this hard on of yours" He was stunned as i looked into his eyes. I took the lead and leaned in and kissed him. Our tongues played with each other as he pulled me close to him. He wanted me as much as i wanted him.

I broke the embrace and started to kiss and lick down his body. I slid his boxers and let his 8'' cock spring free. Wanking him slowly teasing him. "You want your big sis to suck you off bro?'' He let out a moan so i took it as a yes. I licked the lenght of his shaft taken his purple head into my mouth. I love the taste of cock as i took his full lenght into my mouth. Licking and swirling my tonge around his throbbing head. Getting faster and faster as he breathing got deeper. "Im close!" i wanked him off keeping my mouth over his head to taste his swee juice. He exploed into my mouth send a hot stream down my throat. He sent wave after wave into my moutj and some dribbled out onto my chin. I kneeled up taking my shirt off letting him see my tits and hard nipples. I climbed up and kissed him letting him taste his own juice. He licked his cum off my chin.

He rolled over on top of me and started to kiss down my body stoping at my tis. He took a nipple into his mouth sucking and licking it as he rolled the other with his thumb and finger. "Mmmmmmm yes suck on your sisters nipples." As i held the back of his head. Kissing down my tonned stomach he began to kiss my pussy thre my soaked panties. You cold clearly see the out line of my shave slit. Taken my panties off he spread my puffy lips revealing my pink snatch. Sliding two fingers into my wet pussy he licked and sucked my throbben clit. I pushed my hips up wraping my legs around his head. Finger fucking me faster and faster as i moaned out loud "YES, YES MAKE UR SIS COME, LICK HER PUSSY OUT" I screamed as wave after wave of orgasim fell over my body.

He kissed me again and shared my sweet pussy juices as the head of his cock was positioned at the enterance of my pussy. He looked at me with lust in his eyes as he slid into me. He buried his full 8 inches into my tight pussy. I wraped my legs arond him as we picked up the pace. Faster and faster we fucked as i whisperd in his ear "Fuck your sisters little pussy. make me come im so horny for you." The room was filled with the sound of moans and his balls slapping off my ass. He flipped me over and began fucking me doggy style. Deep into my pussy he pushed as i matched his thrusts. My pingers found my clit abd started playing as my pussy griped his big cock. I screamed out " yes yes im cumming. im cummmming" He shot his load deep into me as my pussy milked him dry. Wy fell into a heap beside each other and fell aslepp wraped in each others arms.

The next morning at breckfast we just smiled at each other as i opend my legs for him. Giving him a few of my shaved pussy under my t- shirt. "hey mom, maybe dan could visit me sometime?"

"Good idea, good idea. Kudos to you! Well, hey we have like one minute until the bell rings, so I'll catch ya later."

BEEP

It's such a magical sight to be seen when the last bell rings. Everyone gets up as one and rushes out of the door, pushing and shoving and trying the make it to their locker the quickest. Lucky for me, I don't have to hurry because I walk home. Regardless, I don't like being the last one up stairs. Walking briskly to my locker occasionally saying a friendly "Hi" to my friends that I see along the way, my mind is weighing me down. As soon as I'm in front of my section of lockers, I drop my things. Twist the dial left, twist the dial right, pop! The dial stops. "I WANT OUT OF THIS SCHOOL," I scream inside my head. I'm so happy when I'm done packing up. I grab my coat and shut my locker of Hell. I run down the stairs carefully so as not to trip. I've recently developed a fear of tripping on them and diving onto the landing face first. I've never broken a bone and I don't intend on starting, although there have been times when I'm very surprised that I didn't. As soon as I'm off the stairs, I hurry to my friend's locker. 

"LAUREN! Where are you?" I yelled.

"I'm right here," she replied to me.

"Ah, thank God for you. I am about to go and kill someone. Today has just not been a good day!"

"I'm sorry... Well, we have band tonight so that's something to look forward to."

"Yeah, it is, I guess. I am also looking forward to the nap that I'll be taking while you're at pit." 

"Haha. You're such a dork. I swear, you practically live in the band room."

"I Know, and I love it!"

With that we hurried off to the band room, only to find it bustling with people waiting for pit to start. "Where's Mr. Anderson?" I thought to myself. Mr. Anderson is our absolutely gorgeous student teacher from the nearby university. He's 21 years old, raven-black hair that's constantly spiked, the most beautiful stark-blue eyes, around 6'1", and has one of the best male butts I have ever seen. I can tell from the clothes that he wears that he is very well built in more ways than one. I set my things down in the first row, reserved for the flutes and other high-woodwinds, and started to make a little nest. I used some of the clothes that I had brought with me for my pillow. It was actually pretty comfortable. I decided not to pass out until everyone left for pit, so me and Lauren could talk until 3 about different things. She told me that she again asked Jake why he would continue not to date me, and he said that he's thought about changing his mind. I was fairly surprised, seeing as he's so stubborn. He seems to have more difficulties in dating younger women and was worried about giving me a chance. I'm glad that things are finally turning around for him. We continued with our conversation until 2:55, when Lauren told me that she had to go and that she'd come and see me during her break. I kicked off my shoes got as comfortable as I could. As soon as she left, I immediately fell asleep. Come to find out, that slumber would not go undisturbed for very long. I woke up fifteen minutes later to find myself shivering from cold. I decided to take the nearest coat that I could find, curl up in the fetal position, and wrap it around me. Soon after doing so, I drifted back off into my little dream world. It seemed that I had slept for a long time, but once again I was mistaken. I woke up to find the most gorgeous man gently shaking me. As soon as I got my bearings, I finally registered that the familiar face was Mr. Anderson. I think that I about died right there. 

"What time is it?" I asked with a sleep-ridden sound in my voice. 

"Umm, it's about 3:30. Are you ok?" He replied.

All of a sudden, I broke down into tears. "Oh my gosh. Only 3:30. I must be destined to not get any sleep today, and apparently I am not ok. I've just had a really bad day and have been trying to get to sleep for the past forty minutes and I keep getting woken up for various reasons."

Trying to calm me down, Mr. Anderson took me into his arms and held me with a special gentleness that has never been experienced by me before. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. I'm not sure how long we were like this, but he didn't let me go at all. He held me and rocked me and held me some more. As soon as I'd calmed down enough for him to talk to and understand me, I told him how sorry I was that this had happened. 

"I feel so embarrassed. I am so, so sorry. I'm sure that this isn't a part of me that you would ever want to see. Really Mr Anderson, I'm sorry." 

"Call me Brandon from now on. And don't worry about it. I'll stay here with you for as long as you need me."

I think that I really was in heaven. Imagine having the most gorgeous man you had ever seen with his arms around you. I could feel his body against mine, the hard muscles in his arms, chest, and abdomen. I was loving every minute of it. I snuggled closer to him to where I was breathing softly on his neck and had my lips pressing ever so slightly against him. He smelt so good. I could tell that he was loving this just as much as I was. I felt that he had started to slowly rub my back in gentle circles. I shivered whenever he got near my lower back. He felt this, and asked me, "Are you cold?" "A little bit, yeah," I replied. And with that he held me closer. I hadn't realized that the jean skirt I was wearing had ridden up to show most of my thigh, but Brandon had.

"Did you know that it was my coat that was wrapped around you?" he asked me.

"Umm, no, actually. I had no idea! I'm sorry about that. I just grabbed whichever one was closest."

"Hey, it's ok. Actually, it's more than ok. You smell so good that I don't mind having your wonderful scent in my coat."

I blushed vividly. "It's funny that you say that. You smell like Heaven."

He laughed at me. And then, he bent down, tilted my head up, and lightly pressed his lips against mine. I had no idea what was happening. Every thought in the world was racing in my head at that very instant. I felt like a bomb had gone off inside of me. I went completely limp in his arms and just stared at him with my bright, hazel eyes. It took me about a minute to figure out what had just happened, but when I did, I kissed him right back with the same gentleness he had done to me. We sit there, locked together in the sweetest of kisses, with the passion arising between us. I felt his tongue lick my lips and I parted them to allow him entrance. Our tongues danced the dance of passion, entwined in each other. I could feel him growing harder underneath me. Suddenly, I broke away from the kiss to ask him, "What if someone walks in?" We had totally forgotten that the doors were wide open, the lights were on, and there were hundreds of people still in the school. He told me to hold on and that he knows where we can go. He lifted me off of him with a teasing kiss right next to my lips, and went to get the keys out of the office. He came back, grabbed my hand, and led me into the practice room. The light was off, and the door could be easily locked. Just in case anyone came in, I decided to grab an instrument case and music so that we'd have an excuse to be in there alone together. We shuffled in and quickly shut and locked the door. With that, he was on me in an instant. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. With his member being pressed against my stomach, I could tell that he was growing bigger every second. I began to unbutton his shirt with my teeth; I had to get my hands on his chest. It took me about thirty seconds to finish that task. I pulled out the tail that he had tucked into his pants and tore it off of his body. His chest was as beautiful as I had imagined. He began to fidget with my shirts. He unzipped my light sweatshirt, and helped me to take off the t-shirt that I was wearing underneath. He slid off the cami that I was wearing with ease and I was just standing there in my bra and skirt. The passion in that little room was so heavy that you could almost see the sparks. Next went my skirt. He got down onto his knees, unzipped my skirt, and slid it down over my sexy legs. "I had always thought that you would have a very athletic build, but wow!" he whispered to me. He kissed my stomach and trailed his kisses all the way back to my neck. I was standing in my lacy white bra with my sheer blue thong. By now, Brandon had a raging hardon that was easily visible no matter how he tried to hide it. I wanted to feel him in me so badly. 

"Gosh, am I going to be the only one half-naked here?" I joked. "Here, let me help you with those." I slid my hands down his back, onto his muscular rear end. With my hands resting where they were, I turned around and rubbed my own slightly covered bum into his crotch. He groaned so loudly that I was sure someone would discover us. "Shhh!" I whispered. "We've got to be quiet in here. The kids in the Orchestra room can hear us through the walls." I turned back around and once again, undid his buttons and zipper with my teeth. I slid his pants down his legs while leaving his boxers on. If he wasn't made of steel before, he certainly was now. His dick was making the biggest tent in his boxers that I audibly gasped. He just laughed at me, for the second time today. "Oh, you think it's funny? I'll show you funny!" I slowly slid his boxers down his legs, taking my time to make sure to tease him. Erect, his penis was at least 8 inches long, making me smile to myself. When they were down to his feet, I kissed my way back up his legs. I went excruciatingly slowly. I stopped right along the dip between his pelvis and thigh. I licked right around his penis, making sure not to touch it until the moment was right. "Patience, grasshopper," I whispered to him. He was groaning and I could tell that he was just dying from having to wait. Suddenly, I sunk my mouth around his head. I twirled my tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was already leaking out. I made my way down his shaft, but knew that especially since this was my first time giving head there was no way that I could take him all the way. I took him out of my mouth and licked all around the base while massaging his balls and jerking him off at the same time. By now, I was dripping wet and couldn't wait for him to get a hold of me. I continued to lick him until I made my way back up the shaft. I took as much as I could in my mouth and sucked my best, while still jerking what I couldn't get. He started moaning very loudly to the sounds of my slurping on his member. "Oh my gosh Arian, ohhh--I'm about--to---ugh--explode!" He could barely get the words out he was moaning so much. I felt his balls tighten in my hand, and that was when he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but some still escaped out the sides of my mouth. I loved the taste of his juice. I sucked him until he stopped cumming, and then I licked the mess off of the side of him.

"Wow," was just about all he could say. "Was that you're first time?"

"Yup, yup it was."

"Oh my gosh, you're amazing. Now, let me give you something in return." He whispered huskily.

He picked me up and layed me on the ground. He kissed me deeply with the passion of fire engulfing wood, and made his way down my body. When he got to my breasts, he unhooked my bra that I was still wearing, and slid it off. He smiled at me and told me that my breasts were so cute and small. When he got hold of my nipples, it seemed that he just couldn't stop playing with them. He licked them, sucked them, pinched them, and nibbled them until he got them hard as pebbles. He continued to leave the lightest kisses down my body. He especially took a long time kissing my flat and sculpted stomach. I was squirming with anticipation by the time he reached my underwear. I guess that now I know what it feels like to be teased the same way that I did him. "Now, what are we going to do with these?" He asked me, tracing his fingers along the sides of my underwear. He slid his hands beneath the straps resting on my hips and pulled them down my legs. We were stark naked. I was almost feeling relieved that I had re-shaved my pussy this morning. I was completely hairless except for a small patch right above my hood, and there still wasn't much hair there. I liked to keep trim. "Beautiful" was all he said. He spread my legs for me and licked around my inner thighs. He licked around my lips to get my real wet and then plunged his tongue into my dark crevice. I was on fire. He found my clit and licked and sucked for what seemed like an eternity. He even nibbled once in a while. When he inserted a finger in, that only made things better. His efforts brought me to an earth-shattering orgasm. I had masturbated regularly for about five years, but had never felt an orgasm such as this one. It was heavenly. "Ohhhh, Brandon, oh my God." I said while still trembling. He just smiled at me and kissed me. We continued kissing and exchanging our passionate embraces for a good ten minutes before he asked me, "Are you ready?"

"I think so... I'm so nervous, but I want it to be with you. You're amazing, and I think that I love you. Ever since I saw you, I've loved you. I always thought that maybe we were supposed to be together, but felt like a fool when I considered the likelihood of that happening."

"You are no fool, Arian. Not at all. I've felt the exact same way for God knows how long. I've dreamt about this ever since I first layed eyes on you. I love everything about you, and there is nothing that I would change about you."

"You're not just saying that so you can take me?"

"No, never. I do really love you. I do... I like the sound of that."

I giggled at him and kissed him. "Ok, just please be gentle. I know it'll hurt, and to be honest with you, I am scared. Go easy on me, please."

"I would never intentionally hurt you-- ever. Remember that. If you want me to stop, I will. You just have to tell me."

He lay on top of me and guided his member to my entrance. I was shaking with a mixture of some many feelings-- fear, anticipation, shock. I knew that he would love me forever, and likewise. He kissed me with the deepest passion and love possible. He didn't break that kiss, and suddenly I felt a pressure in my netheregions. I gasped, squeezed him tighter, and continued the kiss. I knew that if I didn't, I'd scream so loud that we'd both be eternally screwed. I felt the horrible pain of me tearing and the hot tears began to roll down my face. I knew that I didn't want him to stop. As soon as he was embedded completely in me, I just lay there in his arms with him kissing away my tears. "Are you ok, baby?" He asked me.

"I think so, but I need a few minutes to adjust."

He continued to kiss away my tears and hold me close. His scorching hot body was pressed against mine with no room in between. After about five minutes, I didn't feel the pain anymore. I was quickly becoming accustomed to the feeling of there being an intruder in me. I started to like it more and more. Shortly after the tears stopped falling, he began to slide out of me. Suddenly, he plunged back in. "Ooooohhhhh" we moaned together. We began to fall into a rhythm. He would pull out to his tip and then plunge back into me. I could feel the sweat building between us. His chest was so hot and there were beads forming between my breasts. I was a little worried that the moisture in the air would condense on the windows of the practice room. He quickened the pace of our movement causing us both to moan louder each time he plunged into me. "Oh, Arian, you are so tight. I love feeling your walls squeezing my dick. It feels like you're just gripping it. Ohhh God. Wow." I loved what he was doing to me. "Pound me Brandon, pound me like your life depends on my pussy." I gasped. I could feel every vein in him. Our thrusts became one. Whenever he would thrust, I would thrust my hips to meet him. It was a beautiful sight. "Come on Brandon," I struggled through clenched teeth, "Come on. Pound me! Beat my pussy black and blue." "Oh yes," He moaned. "I love it when you talk dirty." I could feel my orgasm building from my depths. It overtook me completely by surprise. I trembled and shook with a force I never could've imagined. As soon as Brandon felt my pussy walls clenching his dick, he shot his load into my depths. "Ohhhhhh!" We nearly screamed in unison. He continued to milk into me until he was completely dry. Exhausted, we lay there with him still in me.

"Wow. Wow. Oh my gosh. Absolutely amazing. Ya know, I think we need to do it again sometime." I said to him, gasping for air.

"I think you're right."

After about half an hour, we got up and got dressed.

"Hey Brandon, can you run me home? I need to shower and get a few new things to wear. I also forgot my Pep Band shirt and certainly can't wear this to the game." Pointing to my shirt he had used to wipe up the cum around the room.

"Sure, no problem."

There might be a sequel to this, but it depends on you all! Give me comments!