I first saw Michelle staring through the window while she sipped her mocha. It looked like a double tall; I thought I heard her say she wanted a quad. I never looked at her refection in the window or I might have been scared off cause a few months later she admitted to me that she was staring at me, while I looked at her. She was an oasis in a hot dry desert to.

 

I like women that are bigger than me; Lucy was just a little bigger but Michelle was a lot bigger. Her shoe size was the same as mine but her arms were longer her hands were bigger and she wore a extra large for a shirt size, and I only wore a medium large for a shirt, her Levi’s were thirty-eight waist by thirty-four inseam, mine are thirty-six by thirty-two and I had a little pot belly growing and some fat on my ass.

 

I am five nine and she had to be six two at least. I liked the way she kept the young girl look with her hair in pig tails and wearing short plaid dresses and white shirts, but she had to be all of twenty-six. As stocky as Michelle was, I figured her to be one forty one thirty, it was obvious that she spent a lot of time in the gym toning her thirty-six twenty-eight thirty-eight body, and shaping her muscles, because she was built in the arms and legs and had very little fat regardless of her sizes. Her washboard flat stomach was visible from across the street. I later found out that Michelle was a trainer at two gyms. I never had a trainer but I went to my gym two and three times a week just to keep my pot from getting bigger, but compared to Michelle I was less then a novice.

 

It was fate; we started coincidently running into each other at stores the deli, we liked the same restaurants and coffee shops, other times our movements just happened, like two hands playing a piano. At any rate we started to sit together on our little coffee clutches and talk just about everything or nothing just read or worked crossword puzzles. That turned out to be the trigger that caused my girl to get pissed. I knew that Lucy was jealous and for that reason I never took Michelle up on her offer to work out with her. I wanted to spend time with Michelle but Lucy wouldn’t stand for it. It was okay for her to sit, talk, and laugh with whomever she wanted to, but when I did it I was fooling around. So after a few weeks of us arguing about who we were or weren’t seeing I got sick of the double standards and broke it off.

 

For a short while I actually blamed Michelle for our trouble and found myself being rude and snubbing her. I was shocked when I realized that she was never at fault, and I knew then that I wanted us to be more than casual acquaintances. I started looking in all the places I knew she frequented or where I had seen her. I even went to the two gyms where she worked and all they would say was that she was booked. I needed to find her so I could make some sort of apologetic gesture, and I just wanted to find her, but she was nowhere to be found.

 

I was starting to think that she had moved away when I saw her sitting at her favorite table looking at me through the window and smiling. I felt my heart flutter a little and I filled with joyous relief at finely finding Michelle, my legs even turned a little rubbery. I would at least be able to make my apologetic gesture, and an excuse. When she waved at me to join her I became ecstatic and tripped over the step as I entered and again when I started to walk over to Michelle’s table after I picked up my drip coffee.

 

“I’m so glad to have run into you! I’ve been looking all over for you!” I said frantically as I neared the table, stumbling again over nothing but my feet.

 

“Well that is a change from the cold shoulder that you gave me a few weeks ago.” She sounded humorously sarcastic then warmly added, “One of the guys at my gym said some guy was looking for me, and I thought of you right off.”

 

She sounded so happy to see me I sort of knew that she wasn’t upset with me but I started to apologize anyway, “Well that is one of the reasons I’ve been looking for you. I want to apologize for my rude behavior the last few times we ran into each other. You see in a roundabout way I blamed you for my breakup with Lucy. I realized how wrong I was and wanted to say something to you. Like I am both sorry for blaming you and glad that I have separated from her.” I said desperately in almost one breath and then took a big swig of coffee and waited for a reply.

 

“Oh I knew what you were doing boys are sadly funny that way and I was not insulted by you at all. I was actually sorry to hear of the break up through our mutual friend.” Michelle said in a reassuring voice.

 

“A mutual friend?” I questioned.

 

“Lydia. The counterperson here.” Michelle pointed out as she nodded her head in the direction of the counter.

 

“Oh…? I did say something one day when she asked me if I was okay,” I explained. I was surprised and pleased to hear that I had been talked about in a positive context.

 

“So if you’ll forgive me for asking is it over between you two?” Michelle quizzed warmly.

 

“Oh yes…! It is over!” I replied and remarked, “She has tried to reconcile twice but I was not interested. I am still mad at myself for letting it go on as long as I did.”

 

“So was it more than just us?” Michelle pried with a warming interest.

 

“Lucy was very possessive and very double standard with… her possessiveness.” I responded and explained, “it was okay for her to talk to other people even meet them when she was out without me, but I could not talk to anybody else without being given the third degree much less meet someone else out for a simple cup of coffee, I just got fed up with her attitude.”

 

“So I was at fault in a round about way.” She acknowledged and smiled.

 

“No… no… no! It was her own guilt about her double standards. It drove a wedge between you and I and Lucy and I; any way it is done and I am glad to be free.” I said assertively.

 

“Free huh nobody else to take Lucy’s place?” Michele asked warmly.

 

“To be honest I was hoping that you might be interested in resuming our little coffee clutches? Maybe take a dinner or two with me sometime?” I shocked myself with my forwardness as I responded to her warm inquisitiveness.

 

“You know I was very possessive with my last boy friend. I do not like to share or be shared.” Michelle declared firmly adding, “It isn’t wise to bed down in groups or with strangers, any way I find sex much more gratifying in a one-on-one relationship. I like to know that I am the only one, and I am possessive and don’t mind being possessed to a point. How about you?” 

 

“I don’t mind sharing my girlfriend with another girl, but I draw the line at sharing her with another guy.” I acknowledged and added, “I find the intimacy shared in a one on one experience much more gratifying, and more so when I am confident that I am the only suitor. I don’t mind admitting to my possessiveness, and… I admit I do like to be possessed it makes me feel more wanted.”

 

“Why do you not mind your girlfriend taking up with another woman?” Michele asked with an alluring tone in her voice.

 

“I had a girlfriend Kayla a while back that was bi and wanted to have as she put it, a hard cock inside her sometimes and a dildo just didn’t do it for her. Any ways I think women have a stronger desire to please, and get more pleasure from pleasing than men do.” I said as I warmly reminisced.

 

“I’m bi, and you are you bi?”

 

“No. I have only been casually interested but hardly motivated.”

 

“How does that work?”

 

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

 

“How is it that you are casually interested but not motivated?”

 

“I doubt that there are very many truly content guy men or women. The questions that always dig at me are, why are they so promiscuous? Why do they break up so many times? And why are they the largest numbers in the mate swapping clubs?” I cut my dialogue short as I felt myself climbing upon my soapbox.

 

“So you don’t like to share; you are not gay, and you don’t flit around, but you like to think about your girlfriend going down on another woman.” She recounted frankly then asked, “Have you ever been attracted to another man?

 

“Well I guess that is accurate a little oversimplified but accurate.” I affirmed then admitted, “I have never found the gay type very attractive; but I have found myself thinking of this one man I knew, he seemed so nice and I was in a mysterious way attracted to him sexually, but I…we… I wasn’t even sure he was gay, but I think I would have given in to his seduction. I like viewing lesbian pornography I find it very arousing, and to be in the same room with them and just watch is a persistent fantasy of mine.”

 

“You have been very revealing; I mean that fantasy about that man you knew. I don’t think you are gay just honest, I think a lot of men have those fantasies and hide them from them selves. You know Gary we have a special date coming up?” Michelle posed with a very seductive tone in her voice.

 

“I thought today was our special date, you know us finding each other at our favorite place. I didn’t know that we had a special date already.” I said with a puzzled look on my face.

 

“Yea May 5^th. Last year is the day I stared at your reflection in the window.” She recalled warmly, “You kept looking away not wanting to get caught. I was relieved to see your shyness dissolve as we got to know each other.”

 

“A year has gone by already. Boy! The days are rushing by faster and faster aren’t they?” I said in astonishment, and then ventured, “You don’t have anyone making claims on your time do you?”

 

“No. Why?” Michelle laughed.

 

“I was thinking we could have one of those dinners and celebrate. A fancy dinner out, on me.” I exclaimed happily.

 

Michelle’s rustling brought me back from my reminiscent dreaming, to the bed we were now sharing, as she pulled my body tighter to hers and squeezed my flaccid shaft as she dozed. Her warm breath caused goose pimples to rise as it accumulated in my hair. I was amazed at how I still tingled from the pleasures that Michelle lavished upon me, and surprised at how good it made me feel to pleasure her the way I did. I felt new life stir in my penis when her hand stirred again pulling and squeezing it, while she slept. I remember going to sleep with her hand holding my penis and still holding it every time I woke up. Time must be standing still the sky is no lighter than it was when I started to dream. I closed my eyes and drifted back to our dinner, what a feast, for our special date, and our conversations.

 

“I am curious why you don’t have a boy or girlfriend now? If you’ll excuse my nosiness.” I pressed on.

 

“My last girl friend wanted to come back with me while I was helping Mom grieve for Dad’s passing.” She started.

 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know, a family lose is always hard, and a personal matter.” I interjected and tried to comfort.

 

“Oh don’t worry I am not close neither of my parents. I don’t hate them it is just that they nit pic me to death, or I argue with them over just about anything. I prefer that my parents think that I am celibate, rather than bi, and she wanted to change that.” Michele explained adding, “My Mom still doesn’t know and I don’t think she would adjust to it easily.”

 

“I think a person should know that their friend will act appropriately and respectfully. I know how parents can be about perspective friends, or mates. I didn’t want to take Lucy but she was so pushy that I took her to a dinner anyway. She didn’t embarrass me too bad but Dad knew that she was the leader, and harassed me for weeks afterward.” I remarked adding, “I think we have a similar family life. My Mom and Dad divorced when I was a teenager but my step Dad is the spitting image of my Dad. You ever see anything like that?”

 

“Hell yes! My girl friend from college had a boyfriend that smoked cigars and yelled at the games on TV just like my Dad would. He would ignore her flirtations even get cross at her until the game was over then maybe they would go to bed and have sex, they didn’t do it for very long either, and then they both started snoring. So when she finely dumped him she gets this girlfriend that ‘get ready for this’ smoked cigars, yelled at sports on TV, and snored. To a tee this girl matched right down to the way she imitated Groucho somebody with her cigars, and even rebuked her advances until after the game, and yes they both snored.” She related her story warmly but with tones of sarcasm.

 

“That is incredible.” I exclaimed.

 

“So you never had a bi experience?” Michele asked only very alluringly as if she thought I was hiding something.

 

“Oh just the curious touchiness and fondlings, and compairings that go on with kids.” I clarified.

 

“So if you liked a man would go down on him?” she pressed.

“I suppose that would depend entirely on how we felt as a couple. I have never had any persistent fantasies involving males.” I answered as sincerely as I could and asked, “Would that change anything between us?”

 

“No. If we were going together Gary I would be hurt if you left me for another man.” She sighed and continued, “You sounded like you missed… Kayla was it?”

 

“Yes…Yes I miss her sometimes.” I said sadly.

 

“What do you miss most about her Gary?” Michele pressed on.

“Honestly?” I stressed.

 

“Yes! Now I am intrigued I want a honest answer.” She said smiling broadly.

 

“She could give head. She gave meaning to the term art form to the act of oral sex. Like you; I bet you do really good at oral sex, and you do it because you want to, not because you think you should. Well Kayla liked to get me to…” I paused as I searched for the right word.

 

“Cum!” Michelle interjected.

 

“Yes…!” I exploded then calmed as Michelle put her hand on mine and continued, “So I would try to get her to cum on my face and at least pleasure her that way and not because I felt I had to either; I wanted to. If she were a man I would have gone down on her because I liked her and would have let her cum in my mouth just like she did for me.”

 

“My! You still feel strongly about her. Why don’t you try to get back with her?” Michelle asked.

 

“We kept in touch for a while. The last two letters I received from her were to let me know she was in love with another woman and the second one was to let me know they were still going strong, and that was almost two years ago. I hope her girlfriend really pops her cork. I am happy for her, really…” I replied with conviction and warmth then pried, “And you; what about your last girl friend, what do you miss about her?”

 

“I would say the one thing or the part of our relationship I miss is her eager receptiveness to my pleasuring. She could get wet and was always trying to pleasure me.” She replied smiling as she mused on a fond memory or two.

 

“And why haven’t you reconciled with her?” I challenged.

 

“She was and is an exhibitionist.” Michelle started, “She was really into exhibitionism; and me, I think what a couple share should be kept to them selves, unless the two of them want to like Lanai and her new friend. They did finely get into some legal snafu over public lewdness. I’m sorry she got busted, and I’m happy she found someone else to be with.”

 

“I did like feeling her up in the movies though, she could ‘cum’ at the movies and the way she kept it so quiet you couldn’t tell unless you had your finger inside her. I admit I did find that very arousing, and we both left the seats wet.” She told the story so sweetly, and when it was over she just sat there looking at me for a while. We were there for three hours eating, drinking, and laughing totally oblivious to the crowd as we told our stories.

 

We sat there for several minutes just quietly enjoying our silence after hours of yakking away and laughing. My gaze strayed to her mouth and as I was looking at her lips I felt my penis turn hard. I pulled my eyes back to look at her face and her forehead was reddening and a blush was on her cheeks, and I could see veins in her temples. I thought to myself our thoughts are the same? My penis relaxed a little and I felt some juice trickling down my thigh as I sat.

 

“I have an idea!” Michelle exclaimed, “Lets go to your place…” she paused a broad grin beamed as she looked around took my hand gently then whispered, “lets go to your place I want to suck your cock, and get your cum in my mouth.” Then she giggled impishly and held my hand.

 

I was stunned my heart was pounding in my throat as she sat back, her fingers still holding my fingers. I could see her large nipples bristling under her blouse. I thought my god they are huge, and how my mouth turned pasty as I thirsted to suckle them. Then as I struggled to speak only the embarrassing stammers and stutters came out at first and then finely the words came, “I would like you to come over very much.” I said softly then waved for the check with my free hand.

 

As I reached for the trey Michelle put her hand on mine saying, “Let me treat.” Then asked, “you won’t be offended will you? I want to treat you to this dinner, as celebration of a renewed friendship and the beginning of a new relationship. What do you say?”

 

“I say fine. How could I refuse such a nice offer?” I agreed smiling; my hand still tingled from her warm touch. I marveled at how much bigger her hand was compared to mine her big boned body gave her a powerful look, and she was lean. Most of the women I have known that had a bone structure as Michelle’s were plump even fat, and some were very attractive, but the meat on Michelle was toned muscle, tempered with a soft plumpness, giving her body a very powerful look that I found to be enthralling.

 

“The cab is mine too. I think we have both taken too many turns at pouring the wine.” Michelle suggested.

 

I sat there and realized I was a little woozy from the wine. I felt myself becoming eager as I watched as she paid the tab and asked the waiter to order our cab. We sat there making faces at each other and giggling like kids telling dirty stories. Then the waiter walked to our table and told me that our cab was here, and helped Michelle with her coat and ushered us to the door.

 

She at least let me open and close the doors for her. As I settled into the cab’s seat I tried to remember if there were any side glances from our waiter and I don’t think there were any, he was much too professional.

 

Then the words of the cabbie filtered in, “Where to.” I was at a loss for words and looked at Michelle.

 

“Your place we said.” Michelle reminded as she snuggled to my chin.

 

I remember stuttering at first then firmly gave him the address again, and put my nose into her hair and drank in her scent thinking how sweet she smells with no perfumes to hide it, and so warm to the touch. I felt her warmth radiating from her hand as Michelle gently slid it up and down my thigh getting close but not touching my penis.

 

We did the twenty minute cab ride quietly her nose under my chin and mine in her hair. Her hand softly squeezed my inner thigh teasingly; my penis swelled again only this time I ached in my groin. It felt like the first time I was making out at the drive-in; we all knew that it wasn’t going to go anywhere but we kept doing it any way. I have always wondered if the girls ached like we did. All these years and I never thought to ask any of my older girlfriends.

 

As we neared the end of our cab ride I asked, “You ever make out in the backseat at the drive-in?”

 

“Yes. Why?” Michelle answered with a surprised look on her face.

 

“Did you ever ache inside afterward?”

 

“I’m not the one to ask. I always stopped the fumblings before they went too far. Going to the drive-in with boys was never more than an excuse to get out of the house to me. I do have a friend we can call if you really want an answer. What made you think of that now?” She teasingly replied and taunted me asking, “You want me to call my friend tonight?”

 

“No. It is a little late for calling anyone. Its just that I want you so much that I ache.” I cajoled as the cab stopped.

 

“We’re here,” the cabbie said as he slid the divider open just enough to get the card from Michelle.

 

She looked at me as she handed him the card and whispered, “I will take good care of your… ache.”

 

It seemed as though I had no weight as we walked up the two flights of stairs, yet at the top I still felt dizzy and winded as I fumbled for my keys.

 

“Are you alright?” Michelle asked with just a hint of nervousness in her voice.

 

“I’m okay. I can’t seem to find my keys!” I said noticeably nervous as I fumbled in every pocket three or four times each, then with frustration ringing in my voice, “I can’t find my keys! They are gone!”

 

Then with a single dip into my right hand coat pocket Michelle came up with my keys and offered, “You want me to open the door for you?” She asked warmly, but still a taste of teasing in her voice.

 

“It’s the key with dirty red tape on it.” I said as I surrendered and stepped aside.

 

As she stepped passed me she stopped and with both hands cupped my face and kissed me, as my mouth gaped her tongue slithered in filling my mouth, the size of Michelle’s tongue was astonishing as it reached to the back of my throat. My breath puffed passed the seal of our lips as I gasped. As she pulled her tongue out she sucked in my lower lip and bit it firmly. With one hand to my face she turned and found the lock. It took both hands to jimmy the door, and so skillfully too, like she had a sticky door her self. As we walked in I was still dizzy and excited, nervous and aroused. My penis and testicles felt swollen, warm, and tingled with electricity. 

 

I followed close behind her as she walked in, “What no lights left on?” she noted.

 

 “I usually do I was in such a rush that I forgot.” I excused myself, “Here let me walk around. Now it is just a bedroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen nothing fancy.” I described then turned the lights on.

 

“Well at least you don’t clutter, and you do some cleaning.” She noted adding, “The dishes are done too. Did you do a whirlwind cleanup Gary?”

 

“No I try not to clutter, and if the dishes go too long they start to smell.” I explained.

 

“Where is the bathroom? I need to go pee.” She exclaimed.

 

“The open door to the right.” I directed.

 

“Oohh…! You left the seat down.” She sang as she entered and asked, “Gary. Do you pee sitting?”

 

“No I took a dump last time there, but I clean the bathroom regularly.” I said and noted, “I always thought a woman would rather find the seat up in a mans house.”

 

“We like to think that they care enough to lift it first then put it back down when they’ve finished, but I am not as adamant about the seat as some of my feminine associates are.” She said as she smiled then closed the door behind her.

 

The shrill tweeting of a few birds woke me briefly and through my half opened eyes I could see the morning rays streaking the cloudy sky. Lighting their rough edges and giving a reddish hue to their awesome darkness. It is going to rain today I thought as I slid my hand to her elbow, and drifted to sleep again feeling her stir, moving her hot body closer again; matching her thighs to mine, the arc of her body matched mine. As my eyes started to close I felt so warm and safe wrapped in her embrace it felt like we were one body.

 

“You have some nice towels.” She commented as she entered the living room, “You need to go?”

 

“Yes the wine and your arousing kiss caused the pressure to build.”

 

I remember standing there for what seemed a lifetime before the toilet made a quiet involuntary flush and then I started to pee. I guess the sound of the water triggered my flow. As I walked through the door I saw Michele sitting on the footstool patting the chair and smiling at me.

 

She asked as I sat, “Do you need to do a lot of kissing first to enjoy sex?”

 

“I like to kiss, but Michelle if you want you may have your way with me.” My voice trailed off as she squeezed my penis with one hand and she undid my zipper and snap then slipped my pants down just enough to free my penis and scrotum.

 

Michelle looked at me and said, “I’m not ready to have sex with you yet, but Gary I do want… to pleasure you.”

 

“I am fine with what ever you are willing to give and I will give only what you are willing to receive.” I assured her. I let out a strained sigh as she milked the length of my hardening shaft, and sucked my gland into her mouth. I felt my juices weeping into her mouth right away.

 

She looked up and smiled, “You get really wet. How long has it been for you?”

 

“Several weeks, since I broke up with Lucy.” My voice trembled as I talked.

 

“Don’t you masturbate Gary?” Michelle asked in surprise.

 

“I started to a couple of times but I went to sleep before I really got going and honestly the urges haven’t been that strong. You don’t have to swallow it all if there is too much.” I let her know.

 

“Gary I can, and will take it all.” She proudly boasted.

 

With that said my penis vanished into her mouth and her tongue danced over my scrotum as it was being cupped in her hand. I felt her throat closing on my gland as it slid down and back up resting on the heel of her tongue. I could feel every little node on her tongue as she rubbed my gland with it. I felt my thick juices coating its rough surface and then in it would slide in until her chin pressed against my scrotum.

 

The noises Michelle made; the gurgling and quiet grunting as she slurped and swallowed my juices, and the stifled gags as she slid the length into her throat. The loud sighing as she let it pop out of her mouth so she could breathe.

 

She looked up again and asked, “You want to feel something really… really wet.”

 

“Yes!” I knew Michelle was going to let me feel her vagina.

 

“Okay now close your eyes Gary, and promise not to open them.”

 

“I promise not to look.” I eagerly obeyed. I was brimming with curiosity, what was she hiding. I thought a colostomy bag maybe or a deformity that she was still embarrassed by. I heard her stand and the rustling of her dress as she lifted it. I could smell her wetness right away, hot tea was the first thought to liken her scent to. I felt her take my fingers and slide them up her leg. The first part was sticky with sweat but as she slid them farther up I felt her smooth silky wetness on the inside of her thigh and then right into her vagina. I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping my fingers and her clitoris as it pulsed between my fingers and she felt so hot to the touch. As she worked them inside I felt my forehead flush hot and sweat form on my brow. I felt her warm juices slickening the palm of my hand and drip from my knuckles. I heard a loud sigh and she dropped my hand and sat back down between my legs.

 

“You ready to cum now Gary.” She asked coyly as she grinned, and gazed at me with her dark eyes.

 

“I am yours.” I affirmed as I put my fingers to my nose and drank in her scent. I thought how much her scent was like strong hot black tea, and so sweet to the taste as I sucked her juice from my fingers. I closed my eyes as a frenzy of feelings raced through me.

 

She wrapped the fingers of both hands and started sucking my gland like it was a straw. She milked the full length of my saliva slickened shaft with her hands. Then she spit into one hand and rubbed my anus with our thick juices, and in slipped her finger. My muscles gripped it tightly as they spasmed from the sensual surprise. As they relaxed she slowly worked it in and out and back and forth.

 

Michelle knew exactly what she was doing she found a sensitive spot in there I did not know I had. Then in slid a second finger, my breath rushed from my mouth and the muscles surrounding my bowels quivered with delight, and my precum flowed into her mouth, as she pressed that spot with both fingers. I had sweat forming on my brow as I entwined my fingers in her hair, and pulled her head down and she let my penis slip into her mouth and down her throat. Again and again I pushed my shaft into her throat and just as I stiffened she spit it out.

 

“You let me make you cum.” Michelle plead.

 

I loosened my grip on her hair and she resumed working her fingers inside me, and working her thumb on my urethra at the base of my penis. I felt my juices flowing into her mouth as she worked her wonderful tongue on my gland. I listened as she sucked and swallowed my juices.

 

I could feel her pressing turn into wriggling inside me on that spot inside my rectum and at the base of my urethra her thumb started to massage it with quick short strokes. I gasped as all of my muscles tensed and a surge of sperm splashed from her mouth. I felt the anal muscles spasming around her fingers as she swallowed my shaft with my sperm gushing from it. I was cumming right into her throat. The her head bobbed up and she pinched my opening closed as she took it out and caught her breath, then she took just my gland and started sucking it like a straw again. I heard her quietly moaning as she swallowed my sperm.

 

I sat there moaning and panting as she continued to milk the length of my softening shaft. She stopped moving and just sat there with my penis in the back of her mouth. It turned flaccid and my heart stopped pounding in my ears, but her fingers were still sliding along that sensitive place inside me, now it felt longer than I remember it being. I really liked what she was doing inside me so much I felt my penis turning hard again.

 

As it turned rigid Michelle gathered my soft skin behind my gland. And with short quick strokes of her hand and her persistent sucking made my heart start to throb and my breath to race again and as my muscles started squeezing her fingers again she coaxed another orgasm, and this time swallowed every drop of my sperm. I went limp all over just as my penis did this time, I was spent and Michelle knew it.

 

We sat there in my chair for a long time resting I know Michelle wasn’t spent but I was. I was also on my way to catching my second wind when Michele stood up.

 

“You can have me if you want. I think we are ready. Do you?” She sounded so warm yet detached.

 

“Oh Michelle if you feel okay with me touching you so intimately, I will try to make it good for you.” I warmly assured.

 

“I know you will.” She said as she stood back, “You can always look at this as a prize,” and she dropped her dress.

 

I had to look like an idiot as I sat there gaping, my words sticking in my throat.

 

Suddenly she shouted, “Oh! Gary! You don’t half to look so damned disappointed! Shit!” as she scurried gathering her dress back up.

 

“No…! Wait!” I stammered then shouted, “Michelle! Please wait… listen…! Will you!” I shouted and paused to see if she would respond and stop her rushing. As she stood there half clutching her dress around her with a tear in one eye I went on, “I’m not disappointed that you have a penis I swear! I’m disappointed that my girlfriend’s dick is bigger than mine! I still want you!”

 

I watched as both eyes filled with tears and a smile spanned her face. As Michelle stood she let her dress fall, and lifted her top off and stood before me naked. I was frightened and drawn at the same time. I was stunned to see a very beautiful woman with full sized breasts and nipples that are unmistakably feminine. I know that she has a very warm and wet vagina because I put my fingers in it. And now to look at her penis, and watch it turn hard, and its dripping tip glisteningly wet from her precum. I find myself confused by my thirsting for it, how my throat has turned pasty, and I trembled inside; I was as hungry for Michelle’s penis as I was for her vaginal lips.

 

“I want you… come here.” I sounded weak as my voice was stopping half way out of my throat then whispered, “Please!” and watched as she walked to me and cupped my face with her hands. My mouth filled with saliva as I sucked her gland into my mouth, it dribbled passed my lips. I thought how sweet her soft meat tastes, and I started moaning as if a terrible thirst was being quenched as I swallowed. I felt her body tremble in response to my sucking and milking her hardening shaft. I felt it flash rigid as my fingers found their way into her vagina, and my mouth filled with her juices. I sensed the change in their taste as they turned thick and coated my mouth. I felt my penis turn hard again, and my face burned as I pushed her penis into the back of my throat.

 

Briefly her grip tightened on my hair then as quickly she pulled her cock from my mouth then she climbed onto my chair straddling me and rubbed her hot juices on my hard penis and slipped my gland into her vagina without using her hands. Her vagina was so tight as I slipped into it I could feel her heart beating inside it. Then slowly she started lifting and dropping as she worked my penis deeper inside her and after my length was inside her she kissed softly at first then harder she coaxed my mouth open with her finger and slid her tongue into my mouth. I felt her hot breath gust from her nose and mouth as she kissed me. Her juices ran from her vagina between my legs and pooled under my fanny on the seat cushion, and her warm juices seeped from her penis and slickened my belly.

 

I knew Michelle was about to cum as she was taking longer strokes, her whole body was sweated and she was trembling. Then her vaginal muscles gripped me as they spasmed a loud sigh passed her mouth and then she groaned and her hot sperm gushed from her penis and splashed across my face and squirted over my chest and belly then squished between our legs. As the two of us sat there quietly I could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing my penis and then another surge of semen would spill from her gland. I hadn’t climaxed yet but I wasn’t worried it felt good just to be inside her feeling her vaginal juices weeping and mixing with her sperm. Michelle covered part of my chest and belly with her sperm or what ever it was that she ejaculated during her orgasm; it was so hot as it spilled onto me.

 

 

“Is it okay for me to sleep here?” She murmured.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Let’s go to bed I want to sleep with you!” Michelle cooed.

 

I was still hard as I pulled my penis from her vagina she kissed it and asked, “You need to cum again right now?”

 

“No I’m fine it doesn’t hurt I can wait. See.” I said as I pointed, “it has already started to soften.”

 

“I will get him hard again later.” Michelle assured.

 

As we walked into my bedroom I asked, “Michelle is it…do you want me to suck your penis again I mean I want to?”

 

“Well yea sure, but I still have a lot of my sperm in the canal.” She cautioned.

 

“That is okay I like the taste and I want to try to drink some of it.” I assured then asked, “Is it real sperm? Can you get a girl pregnant?”

 

“Yes and yes. I have gotten two of my girlfriends pregnant. And no I don’t have any children.” Michelle answered warmly.

 

“I have never seen so much sperm.” I exclaimed as I caught my breath, “Where are your testicles?”

 

“I my testicles are next to my two ovaries.” She explained adding, “My fallopian tubes are entwined with my spermatic cords and they all empty into my urethra at the same point, so when I ovulate I eject my ovum with my sperm or when I pee.”

 

I sucked her gland into my mouth. As drank her thick sperm I felt my stomach wrench from a few small gags, I stopped long enough to catch my breath and ask, “Have you ever gotten yourself pregnant?”

 

Michelle’s voice was shaky as she answered, “I have only a vaginal canal no cervix or uterus, and I do not produce the necessary enzymes for the sperm cell to enter the ovum.”

 

I leaned back to watch her juices seeping out as I milked her rigid shaft and marveled at how much her seminal fluid looked like my own and asked, “Do you get more amorous when you ovulate?”

 

 She shuddered as I slipped her penis back into my mouth She turned quiet as her penis turned hard again and she moved her hips back and forth slightly matching the movements of my head.

 

Michelle tangled her fingers in my hair and pushed her penis into the back of my mouth just far enough to tickle my gag reflex and answered with a voice trembling from desperation, “Yes sometimes it depends on whom I am with and how I feel about them. When I awoke this morning I knew I had been ovulating because, I was dizzy with desire and my penis was so hard it hurt and like now being with you makes me want to cum and cum, you know if you keep doing what you are doing I will cum in your mouth.”

 

I looked up and holding her gland against my cheek I said, “I want you to cum and cum and cum.” I sucked the head back into my mouth, and she pushed it in until I gagged then backed it out just a bit.

 

Again she turned quiet as I steadily massaged her gland with my mouth and shaft with my two hands. I knew she was close to cumming by how her penis throbbed in my hand and by how much of her hot juice was flowing into my mouth. Michelle started gasping and moaning loudly and gripping my head tightly and her sperm splashed from my mouth and ran down my cheeks and throat. I tried to swallow as much as I could but so much spewed out so fast that most of it ran down my chin and onto my belly. As the gushing turned to a slow trickle I thought how hot her sperm was, and how sweet it tasted, and how smooth it felt as I swallowed it. Suddenly I was wracked with by gagging heaves and coughs.

 

“You went too deep too fast, and swallowed too much.” Michelle calmed assuringly then cajoled, “You made me cum really good! You made me feel really good, you did really good, come on lets lay down for a while and rest.” She warmly coaxed.

 

As we lay down I felt her slip her dick between my legs. It was still really hard and semen was still weeping when I reached down and held it then I asked, “You are still hungry aren’t you, and want to put it inside me don’t you?”

 

“Yes…Yes I am.” She whispered and warmly and quietly vowed, “Yes… I do. I do want you. I will take it easy.” Michelle assured me.

 

“It is going to hurt isn’t it?” I asked in a shaky voice, as I knew it was going to hurt but still I wanted her to put it inside me.

 

“Yes it will… at first. I will be as gentle as I can. It will gradually start to feel good.” She quietly consoled and asked, “Do you have some lubricant?”

 

“Yes. It is in the bathroom I will go get it, I have to pee anyway.” I said as I got up trembling from uncertainty. My stream was restricted but steady as I finished I felt a quiver of anticipation in my stomach and a warm feeling wash over me as I walked back to my room. There she was sitting up on her knees smiling warmly and patting the bed next to her where she wanted me to lay down.

 

“Here lay down face down.” She directed softly.

 

I could here urgency in her voice like she really wanted me and when I asked, “Is it me or just my virginity you want?” I was gazing at her erect penis bobbing as she talked.

 

“I want you… and your virginity to be mine.” She whispered.

 

As I lay down she poured some lubricant on my anus and worked it in with her fingers, then covered my penis and scrotum with a liberal amount. Then coaxed me on my side poured some into my hand then said as she slipped her hard penis between my legs, “I want you to rub my head with penis.” So for a few minutes I rubbed our two penises together until I started to get hard then her hand joined mine.

 

“I think it might be easier if I were half on the floor and half on the bed.” I suggested. I was being swept away by my thirst for Michelle and my desire to make it good for her.

 

“You are right it will be easier to start with.” Michelle agreed then persuaded, “I just thought you would feel more at ease laying down.”

 

So we slowly shifted our knees to the floor and I lay across the top of the bed. Michelle started to massage my penis with one hand rubbing her gland between my cheeks with the other. She was so hard and I was so lubed up it slipped right in when she pushed. My heart started pounding in my ears and the both of us were sweating.

 

Michelle moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, “I want you to grunt hard and try to push me out when you feel me pushing in and when I say to suck it in, you suck it in okay?”

 

“Will it help?” I said weakly. My heart was racing and my penis and testis were tingling. I could feel my precum seeping from my half hard penis.

 

“Yes. That will help me enter you” She whispered and kissed my ear and nibbled the lobe and pushed her penis firmly into my anus. I ached as I grunted straining to push her penis out of me yet it slipped in a little each time she would bear down. Then she hissed ‘now’ as I sucked in my anus in, her big dick slipped inward till I spasmed from the terrible pain.

 

“Ouwach…!” I groaned and shouted, “Stop…! Take it out…! Oh! It hurts it really…really hurts! Oh! Please stop it hurts!”

 

 The excruciating pain was causing me to beg her to stop and take it out. My bowels reacted with involuntary grunting trying even harder to expel her once she was partway inside me. I bucked underneath her to work my way out from under her but she held me firmly in place with one arm around my waist and one pushing me to the bed. Each time my spasms relaxed she shoved it in farther until she was all the way in.

 

“Shh… Ssshhh I’m in you… Ssshhh its in… Ssshhh, baby… I’m in you now… Ssshhh, baby…” Michelle calmed and I felt my muscles responding to her shushing as if I were opening up.

 

Even with my eyes filling with tears from the hurt I started loving her penis as it moved inside me, it still hurt as she slid it in and out of me but it felt good too. I loved her tender kisses to my ear and neck. Then she started working its full length inside me taking long slow thrusts. As Michelle drove her cock into me I felt my juices spilling from my penis into Michelle’s hand.

 

As I started moving into her thrusts my bowels would strain against her inward motion, and I felt like I was having little orgasms as she withdrew it. She kept it inside me like a man would to a woman as she worked it in and out. I could feel our juices trickling down my legs as she coaxed me to my feet. My whole body was burning; the room was spinning, my legs were weak, and my anus was rhythmically gripping and releasing her penis.

 

“Oh…! Michelle this feels so wonderful…!” I purred as I leaned back into her arms. I closed my eyes and felt her slick precum leaking from her gland and lubricate her rigid shaft as it oozed down allowing it to slip freely inside me no mater how tightly my muscles gripped at it.

 

I felt Michelle’s grip tighten around my waist as my legs turned to rubber, and her pistonning never slowed, all of my muscles in my stomach and bowels were constricting spasmodically, my breath caught in my throat as I tried to speak. The two of us slipped to the floor and as I lay across the foot of the bed I felt Michelle cup my semi hard penis in her hand and press it to my stomach. I gasped loudly as my semen spewed onto my belly and pooled on the bed under me while Michelle’s persistent motion inside me slowed then stopped.

 

“Lets work our way into bed.” She whispered and coaxed me off the floor with tender nudging.

 

“Oh Michelle this feels so wonderful in a strange nice way. I never dreamed a man could cum this way.” I sighed as we shuffled onto the top of the bed. I was so weak from my orgasm yet I managed to wriggle and shift with Michelle still pistonning inside me. My sperm was just leaking out in a small but constant flow.

 

“Stop! Be very still!” Michelle ordered then held her breath.

 

So I paused there motionless on my hands and knees, I felt her penis pulsing wildly inside me and I felt my bowels being filled with her hot thick cum. I knew by Michelle’s gusting breaths that we didn’t stop soon enough, and she was cumming. She just held it still deep inside me and let her cum flow into me. When we lay down I could feel her semen sloshing around inside me as we shifted to our sides then we covered ourselves up with the blankets a few minutes later. As I lay on my side I felt her penis turn flaccid then grow hard and throb inside me, then turn soft again.

 

I was awakened from my dream again to Michelle’s tender kisses on my ear and neck. My penis had swelled and turned rigid in her hand like Michelle’s penis was inside my bowels. I know I was sleeping but for how long I was unsure I just knew I loved what was happening to me. I felt my muscles squeezing her penis as it pistoned inside. I felt her hot breath blowing on my neck and her sperm sloshing inside me as she coaxed me to lie onto my belly. Her penis slipped so far in it pushed her semen out and it hurt me again deep inside my stomach.

 

I bucked my buttocks up from the pain and tried to wriggle from underneath her, but Michelle wrapped her arms around my waist and pushing me to the bed with her chest, positioning me firmly underneath her with her penis deep inside me. She pulled it out a little and started making long fast thrusts into my bowels. She began gasping loudly as she neared another orgasm. I could hear her sperm sloshing and feel its smooth wetness as Michelle’s penis pistoned inside me. Then her thrusting became spasmodic, and her breath gust from her mouth and then her hot sperm exploded into me. I could feel her cock flexing and squirting her hot cum into me as she grunted, and struggled for breath. I felt her sperm flowing out and squishing between us and down over my scrotum as her penis thrusted inward. With one last thrust she pushed it in deep and gasped, I could feel her sperm welling up inside then spill out, and then she dropped to my back, limp.

 

We lay there quietly I felt Michelle’s penis turn flaccid inside me while mine turned hard again from her massaging. I could feel her sperm as it seeped out passed her penis as she pressed her body tighter to me. I pushed myself up on my knees slightly as I neared another orgasm. Michelle scooped her semen from my scrotum and rubbed it on my turgid shaft then started taking longer and faster strokes and made me cum again. It felt so strangely good, my rectal muscles squeezing her penis as I orgasmed. My sperm didn’t start to flow out until I relaxed from my orgasm, then it spilled out onto her hand.

 

It was so clear to me as I watched the sky turn red from the sun, and the bright red outlines of the angry storm clouds racing by the window, how we meet people for a reason, and how our choices effect change in our lives, and either lead us to more and a better set of choices or to the bleaker choice of the lesser of the two evils. I almost made a mistake by stubbornly standing by a poor relationship. I was glad to

have never had a gay experience and doubly glad that my first time was with Michelle.

 

As I started to drift off to sleep again I squeezed Michelle’s hand and asked, “Do you want to come back here again?”

 

“Yes I do very much.” She sighed dreamily.

 

 

End chp.1

 

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I was dressed to get attention, myself, in a tight crimson skirt, black off-the-shoulder top, and plenty of teased-up 80s-style hair. I made sure to get a spot close to the stage, and when he winked at me and nodded his head, I knew we were going to get together.

He played like a dream, all wild motion and crazy electricity. He employed various percussion instruments to suit the songs, and for one crooning love ballad he even used wire brushes to stroke the rims of his drums. I know other girls in the crowd wanted him. Who wouldn’t? Yeah, the lead singer was hot, and the base player smoking, but the focus was Ty. He kept the band together, he drove them on. I would think about that later, when we were back in my tiny apartment, and he had me up against the wall, calling all the shots.

"Turn around and put your hands flat on the wall."

I immediately obeyed and he bent at my side, unzipped my tight red skirt, and let it fall to the floor.

"Arch your hips. Just slightly. Just a little."

I did as he said, and I felt his fingertips sliding my thong down my thighs.

Oh, I thought. He’s going to fuck me here, in my hallway. He’s going to pound against me while I’m still half-dressed. The thought turned me on intensely, but I was wrong.

Once Ty had my lacy black panties past my ankles, he bent behind me on the floor and started fondling my asscheeks. I felt how wet I was, and I pressed harder against the wall, arching my rear more seriously for him, begging him with my body. I wanted him to stand up and undo his button fly. I wanted him to pull down his faded Levis and press his cock into me. Ty was unconcerned with what I wanted. He was concerned only with my ass.

Slowly, he used his large, strong hands to part my rear cheeks, and then his thumbs began an intricate, rhythmic dance in the valley between. First one thumb brushed against my tender hole, then the other. My pussy spasmed as hard as if he’d stroked my clit. What was he doing to me? Foreplay had never felt like this before. And suddenly, I wanted something else. Not for him to slide his cock into my pussy, but for him to lube me up and fuck my ass.

But Ty was busy. His mouth now took over for his hands, and I felt a luscious, unexpected rush as the warm wetness of his tongue teased my rear hole.

"Oh, Jesus," I moaned.

Ty responded by pulling me away from the wall and bending me forcefully over so that my palms were splayed flat on the runner carpet in the hall. He opened me up as wide as he could with his fingertips and began to slide his tongue deeper inside of me. I cried out each time his tongue thrust forward, but even as I was lost in his sensual caresses, I thought about the way he’d played the drums on stage. Sometimes delicate, sometimes with everything he had. He was being gentle with me now, but something told me that things would progress quickly.

In moments, Ty had me down on my hands and knees, and now he started licking in long, fierce strokes up the split between my cheeks. He used the flat of his tongue to do this, and I felt undone, touched everywhere. Truly, I felt as if some secret that I’d been keeping forever had suddenly been found out. My mouth opened in one long moan. My eyes shut tight. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore except for this: I didn’t want him to stop. He seemed to understand, and after several more licks, he brought one hand under my body and began to knowledgeably pluck my clit. With each touch of his tongue to my hole, his fingertips continued to work my pussy. Now, my moans grew in volume, and I was surprise to realize that I was saying words:

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...."

Over and over again, I begged him, like an X-rated mantra.

"How, baby?" he asked. I was shocked. He’d been totally in control up until now, deciding every single movement. Yet here he was, asking for my input.

"You know--" I stammered.

"Say it."

"Please, Ty."

"Just say it," he insisted.

"Fuck my ass."

"This pretty ass?" he slapped my bottom hard, and I cried out.

"Yes, Ty."

"Maybe," he said. "When I’m done."

"Done?" my voice was all wavery.

"Done making you come. I’m going to lick your lovely asshole until you cream like you never have before. Until your juices drench your thighs and your whole body is shaking all over."

And then he went back to it, one hand playing with my clit, his other parting my cheeks so he could lick in there deep. The muscles in my whole body quivered with potential release. My back tightened, and my arms locked down. I bit into my lip and waited, rocking with him, seeing him up on the stage in my head. Feeling every bit an instrument that he was playing right now, playing for his own pleasure -- and as he made me come exactly how he promised, I realized he was playing me for my pleasure, as well.

 

The worst of it though was that Mom had been out for the evening,. She was dressed in a reddress that clung toher body and was made up to accentuate how pretty she was. Her dress was sort of short, displaying her long legs to their best. Her breasts were half exposed as the dress was cut very low. Just looking at her made me half hard.Shetold me she really shouldn't be driving because she had been drinking. 'Great, so now Mom is drunk, too.' A really bad evening since I rarely saw Mom drink , just a glass of wine now and then, or maybe a cold beer on a hot day. I slid in behind the wheel and headed home, telling her all about the night. She listened sympathetically and reached over and patted my leg. 'It will all be okay' she said. But a very strange thing happened then. I turned a corner and she was caught off guard and swayed toward me just as I turned, just as she was reaching to pat my leg. Her hand landed on my crotch, her palm fully on my cock.

She was embarrassed and apologized.'Sorry , William, I shouldn't have touched you there, it's just that your turned and..' I  assured it was alright, but it embarrassed me too. What must she think, me with a hard on and her the only female around?

when we got home a few minutes later she told me again how embarrassed she was, only this time as she was talking she reached out and put her hand on my cock again. I didn't know what to say.'William it's been 8 months since Dad left. I was out looking to meet somebady, anybody even if just for the night when you called. Now we're home and I still need...' She didn't finish because she had taken my hand and placed it on her right tit. i had never touched a girl's tits and now my Mom had put my hand on one and a damned nice one , too. She was a 34D and wasn't wearing a bra. My face turned red as could be, but I didn't move my hand away.'I was just thinking', she said,'of how thias night might have turned out . And it stikll could if you wanted it to, too.'

I nodded my head, afraid to talk because I was sure it would break the moment and she would make me stop.. instead she took my other hand and put it on her crotch and looked at me. Just looked, questions in her eyes.

'Oh yes.' Now I was sure how the evening would turn out, all my thoughts about how good looking she was, how much I thought about girls, how much I fantasized about touching them and seeing them naked were welling up in my mind.

'You must never tell anybody....'

'Don't worry. I won't.' Those were my last words for a while as she kissed me. Now I have to tell you, I love the look of my Mom wearing bright red lipstick and as her face came closer to mine , our lips finally meeting I thought to myself how utterly perfect her mouth was.My lips parted as she slid her tongue into my mouth, sucking mine hungily into hers. I felt her hands rubbing up and down my cock through my pants. She broke off the kiss to say 'Let's get these clothes out of the way.'

Naked  we resumed our kissing and I thought that was pretty good, but she took it up a notch when she sunk to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. Just the thought of it and I was spurting in her mouth in only seconds. 'That will never do William. if I'm going to fuck you (oh my God Yes was all I could think) you have to hold off a bit.' She took my cock in her mouth agina and started sucking it gently, licking up and down the shaft between taking it deep in her mouth. I was hard again in no thime. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and pumped it , just like I did myself at night, and just Like I when I did, I was cumming again in only another minute. 'Now we have the two easy ones out of the way we can get down to some serious action.' I had never imagined hearing my own mother talking like that but there it was. Again she sucked me hard  but now she told me lick her pussy. My attention turned from my own pleasure to hers.

She had shaved. Smooth as could bne she was ow wet and her cunt was slightly swollen. 'Eat me , William. Let me lay down and then get your mouth on me.' I didn't need to be told twice. Her juices were all over my chin. She thrust her cunt against my mouth and I thrust my tongue into her, alternately licking her pussy and sucking on her clit.I was hard as a steel rod when she told me to put in her.

 We changed positions , she on her hands and knees and me behind her witgh my cock leading the way.

'Do it. Now. Hard.'

And I did. My first feel of a woman's breast, my first blowjob and now my first fuck. And with mom. She backed up against my cock as it slid into her , all 7" in one thrust. I started pumping into her, she started meeting me thrust for thrust. maons and groans from her gave way to the most foul things coming from her mouth.'Fuck me Fuck me hard. Drive your cock into my cunt. You love your Mom's cunt don't you? Fuck me.' More that I take in, but a constant  stream of her telling me how she loved my cock, how she had wanted to fuck me for months, mre about how good it felt having a big dick in her cunt. And then one last groan growing to a scream as she came at the same time I pumped my third load into for the evening.

I don't worry about dating anymore. I doubt if any school girl could give me as much as my Mom. I doubt if any of them can fuck like her.And frankly i'm not worried about finding out. I can fuck my Mom anytime I want, afternoons after school, in the evening before we go to sleep, in the morning when we wake up. I no longer wonder why Dad left, I'm just glad that he did. If he was still here I'm sure I wouldn't be fucking my Mom , the finest woman in my life.

The next night, I decided to go back out there thinking that all should be clear, but at the same time hoping for the same kind of excitement.  I found my same spot in the trees next to the baseball field and stripped down.  This time I placed my cloths on the baseball field where I could not get to them if I was caught again.  Not sure why I did this…just feeding my excitement making me hornier.  About 45 minutes later a car pulls into the park and drives around coming into the upper parking lot near my hiding place.  The lights from the vehicles would light up the woods and light me up as well.   I knew that I could see them, but they could not see me.  The car drove around, made a U-turn and parked directly in front of me, turning his high beams on, really exposing me.  I had decided to lay down just in case.    I do not think he saw me; I think he was just scanning the area to see if he actually had seen something.   The adrenalin started to flow and about that time he turned his car off and turned off the lights.  The street light lit up the car and I could see very clearly a very large black guy getting out of the car.  He was huge, at least 6’6; could this be the same guy as last night?  No way!  I watched him walk up the  sidewalk, through the fence, and onto the baseball field.  It was still a full moon so the area was lit up pretty good.  He saw my cloths sitting on the ground next to the fence and started to look around.  It didn’t take long for him to spot me sitting on the edge of moon light and the darkness of the woods behind me.  He walked up to the fence with my cloths in his hand and told me to come to the fence.  The adrenaline was really flowing now, but I decided to do what he said this time.  As I approached the fence a very bright flash blinded me.  He said “ I just took your picture and will call the police if you run”.  I conceded and asked him what he wanted. He told me to come onto the baseball field.  I started to walk around, slowly, rounding the fence opening and started to approach him.  He was huge, towering over me.  He was at least a foot taller than me.  He was muscular with large hands.  As I got up close to him he grabbed me around my hips with his hands and whipped me around.  He pulled my bare ass into his crotch, rubbing me up and down grabbing my balls, stroking my dick, putting his hands on my throat.  He pushed me over arching my back, grabbing my hips with his hands, and started to dry fuck me smashing me into his fully clothed body.  This excited the hell out of me and I unknowingly started to moan.  He spinned me around and pushed me to the ground.  He said that I was to suck his dick now.  I got up on my knees and pulled his shorts off, leaving just his underwear.  I stood up and removed his shirt kissing his chest as I pulled it off.  He grabbed my ass pulling me up and straddling him in the air.  He then started to pull me up and down on his large ever-growing bulge in his underwear.  He had both hands on my ass holding me in the air over his bulge when I felt one of his fingers start playing with my asshole.  He started to push in and out, seeing how tight my hole was.  I started to struggle a little, making some loud noises; this pissed him off so he dropped me to the ground.  He grabbed my hair pulling me up to where my face was sitting on his bulge.  He told me to suck his dick or I would pay.  I reached up and grabbed his underwear pulling it down freeing his bulge, which promptly fell onto my forehead.  It was at least 12 inches and at least 2 inches in diameter.  It was huge.  I put it at the opening of my mouth looking up at him.  I opened my mouth and he started to face fuck me for a few minutes.  I sucked, pulling as much cum out of his dick as I could.  I closed my mouth tight, making sure I didn’t use my teeth at all.  I started to vigorously bob back and forth until I felt him start to tense up.   He then pushed his dick as far as he could in my mouth, practically down my throat.  He started to cum, grabbing my head holding his cock in my mouth.  I could feel his juices flow down my throat. 

I was amazed how much he had cummed, but didn’t have time to stew over it for long.  He was hard as a rock again and grabbed me putting me in a doggie style position.  I could feel his cock as he rubbed it up and down my ass.  He had brought with him several items in a bag, one of them being a small thing of Vaseline.  He coated my ass with Vaseline and started to rub his cock again over my ass.  I started to plead with him not to do it, which basically excited him and started to thrust in.  My body tensed up with pain and he pushed in about half way and pulled out.  I screamed on his thrust back in about half way and pulled out again. He then reached in his bag again and pulled out a roll of duct tape.  He grabbed his underwear shoving them in my mouth and wrapping my mouth with duct tape.  The only thing I could muster was a weak muffle now.   He smacked me on my ass as hard as he could, lined his cock up with my ass again, and thrusted as hard as he could into my ass burying his entire cock.  I screamed as loud as I could, but only a muffle came out.  He then started to pump in and out of me at full speed, grabbing my shoulders with his hands.  He wrapped his arm around me putting me into a chokehold position pulling me up and further on his dick.  He was fucking me so hard that I did not notice the cop car driving around in the parking lot.  As he drove by, his intensity increased, fucking me so hard that he had a hard time keeping me from flying to far forward and allowing his dick to fall out.  Everytime this happened, he would slap my ass and pull me violently back on him.  Tears were now starting to flow a little since the pain grew with each thrust.  He pulled out, stood up and told me to stand up.  He then grabbed me by the ass, making me straddle him in the air again, lifting me above his cock.  Once he was lined up with my ass, he let me drop down on his dick.  He started to fuck me straddling him, pushing me up against the fence.  He fucked me vigorously until the fence started ripping into my skin.  He walked me over to the streetlight in the parking lot, still straddling him.  He laid down In the middle of the parking lot with me still on him, straddling him with me on top.  We started to fuck again , grabbing my ass and push me up and then slamming me down on his dick.  He started to go faster and faster until I started to scream again.   He told me to get off and lean against his car.  As I started to get up, he grabbed me and threw me on the hood of his car, ass out, my dick against his hood.  He shoved his dick in me as hard as he could, fucking me so hard that I actually slid up and down on his hood with every thrust.   He had brought his belt with him and started whipping me with every stroke in and out.  His intensity increased, grabbing my hips with his hands.  He started to slam his dick in me vigorously, holding my ass up and pushing his forearm into my back driving me into the hood of his car.  I could feel him tensing up, thrusting faster and faster, until I felt his cum start to fill up my ass.  He then pulls his cock out half way through his cum putting the rest of it on my ass and back.   He then took his hand and rubbed in all over my ass and back, and spanking me for one last time.  I laid there completely worn out.  He grabbed me putting me over his shoulder walking me back to the baseball field.   He threw me down next to my cloths and said that if he caught me out here again, I would pay with a gangbang from him and his friends.  He left, taking my underwear with him.  I could not believe this had just happened.  I started to think how much this whole thing had excited me and how much a gangbang intrigued me! 

Let me know what you think.  I have lots of fetishes, just let me know what I need to write about next.

         Wemet up again at the checkout. I offered to helpher with her bags of food and as I was loadiung the bags into her car I asked her. 'How about something in return? I didn't have to help you know.  Maybe a kiss.?'

           "You should be so lucky.'

           I just laughed.'lady, you're not 'all that' and frankly I wasn'treally all that serious. I was just being suggestive to a stranger knowing I'd never see you agin and didn't think a thing about being fresh or rude to a stranger since I was basically anonymous.' She stuttered out some nonsense insulting reply......'fuck off 'or some such.'Suit yourself, but since a kiss is out of the question I guess a fuck would really send you over the edge?' Nothing to bold with a complete stranger.

        'Try me again asshole' her reply.

         'Would you like to kiss and fuck?' i'd used that line 30 years ago in college. it got a lot of doors slammed in my face,But I got laid a lot. 'No need to get offended, just yes or no..'

          'Yes'

          That easy and so off to her house we went.Turns out I knew her. Not well and didn't eally recognize her, but we had spoken in passing at Starbux and I had bought her coffee once. You Know, 'I'll buy that person's, too....'

         Her name was Mikki. She , like me, was married, not unhappily, just bored with the day.We started in with small talk but that was too strained. Not much to talk about and we both knew what we aere after, so without much ado she laid one on me, deep, wet, hungry. You know, enthusiasm is a big part of kissing. Electric is the only way I can describe it. We swapped DNA for a while, jsut time spent learning about each other and wondering just how far this would go. That wasn't long in becoming evident.

       Mikki reached down and rubbed my crotch. 'All talkand no action?'

       'Not at all. I slid my hand up her sweater and found her bra. About a C cup, and tightly strapped about her. one of those kinds you see for sale in the Sears catalogue modeled by great looking women but really meant for matrons  at the PTA. UI slid my hand under the right cup and massged her nipple. Nothing to this foreplay, rub, squeeze, kiss and lick. then fuckShe responded with a moan, then unzipped my pants. I'm not huge. Not even big, just average and since I'm 50sometimes I need some encouragement, but not today. hard and readyI said 'Take it out and suck my cock'. She was on it. She had on a bright red lipstick, but had rather thin lips. No matter, she liked tosuck cock and was very good at it. I pumped her mouth and while enjoying the action needed to know some things. 'How old are you? And are you clean?'

         This last stopped her in mid stroke. 'Of course I'm 'clean'. I'm 51 and have never done ths before, and if you keep being rude probably won't do it agin....at least with you.'

         'Sorry'. Now suck.....' and I shoved my dick at her face. She slurped it in and after a minute or two, when I was getting close, said You don'tget it all you know. When are you going to eat me?' i gave one more thrust into her mouth and told her 'Now."

         I reached into her jeans and found her wearing high-topped granny panties as my wife called them.They were white and fresh looking but not in the least sexy, just discount store panties. I pulled her jeans off and then tookdown her panties. Her cunt was wet, ready and 'mature', big lips, lots of folds and thick lips, but, like I said....wet.And fine tasting. My tongue burowed its way between those lips, finding her clit, which was quite large, and her now dripping hole.She smelled clean and was.......her ass had no 'reamins of the day' about it. I licked her pussy and fingered her asshole..'Not there' she said. 'Might as well, since we'll not be doing this again....' was my ersponse, but, no. Reconciling myself to astraight fuck and suck session was fine by me and swe proceeded by the book.

     She came soon enough, a shuddering orgasm , quite silent but obviously well enjoyed. I was now having some thoughts of should I or shouldn't I, but heck...in for a penny in for a pound.Her clit was occupying my attention. Like a small cock itself I could actually get my lips around it and suck it in. EAch time I sucked , she moaned , and each time i realxed , she rammed her cunt against my mouth.

      Time was now, she wanted to fuck, i wanted to fuck, soIlined up and plowed that cunt. No earthshattering orgasm, no soull ending experience, just a wet and sloppy fuck with a stranger.I thrust into her for a long time....( one benefit of getting older is no premature orgasms. ) 5 minutes...........10 minutes......stop to get our breath then back to fucking. We changed postions, now doggy, now missionary, nw spooning(my favorite). them more clit sucking and cocksucking, then back to doggy. When I came as did she) it again wasn't extraordinory, jsut a gush.then two, then another....We kissed. then Kissed some  more.

    She helped me get my clothes together and on. i helpedher with her bra and handed her her sweater. She ruffled her hair then said I deserved a kiss goodbye. I took that as it was meant...went to the door, got a big hug, a deep and wet kiss, a handful of tit, a murmurred goodbye and was feeling the door close behind me. All in all , not a bad morning.

        

        

        

ËœOh, bollocks"she said as she reached over to push me.

But I grabbed her and turned it to a long kiss by pulling her into my chest.

ËœSteve, You are a randy bastard. And I'm going to get my own back on you."

ËœIs that a threat or a promise?" I smiled at her.
Emma still wanted to play. It was easy, she knew where I was going, and I wasn't in any rush to get there. Not to mention, I was still in a daze from seeing her drop to her knees to entice me. I could still see her tenderly stroking my thighs and across my raising cock.

Emma's eyes sliding shut told me that what she was doing was not only practiced, but also pleasurable for us both. I did see her gaze up at her from your knees. Not so much to seek approval, but to let me see the gleam in her eyes.
Knowing I would jump at the chance to explore her body, she was intentionally easing. Although I was still intoxicated from watching her  panties, while she were still wearing them, and I could still see her finger searching for the crotch I was able to feel her presence, her mouth now licking my cock end.
The seduction went wordlessly, mostly because I was stroking her head. Revelling in her beauty, scent and sensuality. I leaned in to kiss her, cupping her face and gazing longingly into her eyes.

My eyes slid shut and my tongue snaked out to tentatively taste Emma’s lips. Running across them before diving into her mouth. The entire time became a blur in that moment. I'm not sure at what point my hands strayed from her face, but they managed to find their way first to her breasts, then further south between her thighs. Emma’s hands were no less curious as they explored the back of my neck under my hair. Shortly after gliding down my back, they were firmly grasping my ass. Squeezing it, as if gauging the ripeness of a melon. The transition between the room and my bed seemed instantaneous. After we stripped each other, I told her I wanted to give her a massage. She dug into a nearby drawer, which happened to contain several containers of scented oils, and handed me one before lying down on her stomach before me. I poured the oil into my palms, warming it in my hands before rubbing it into her silken skin. A low moan escaped Emma’s lips as I untied the knots and released the kinks in her small muscles. I concentrated mostly on her back, neck and shoulders, but occasionally wandered through the valley of her tight buttocks. She was alive under my touch, and at the same time drifting away.

My fingers danced down her spine, across the peaks and valleys of her back. Past her buttocks, headed south to her thighs. Putting my thumbs on the pressure points just below her bum, allowing my forefingers to graze her sex. Teasing her as I relaxed her leg muscles. As relaxed as she was though, she were becoming restless. Her mind focused on the real reason that she didn't want nice any more.

Slowly she rolled over under me. She pulled me in for a kiss before telling me to lie down. We changed positions, as I lay down under her my erection straining to touch the ceiling she reminded me what she had said. ËœIts revenge for Tara time!"

A wicked grin formed on her lips as she told me to roll over. Emma grabbed my cock playfully as I rolled over hiding it from view and presenting her with my ass. She picked up the oil, and drizzled it from some height down my back, and into my crack. As she pressed down on me, working the oil into my skin she also, possibly intentionally, made my cock grind into the bed. As her fingers worked the oil into the crack of my ass she had me almost involuntarily humping the sheets. I was moaning quite loud, and she was enjoying the anticipation she were building in my body.
ËœGetting excited are we?" she asked in a little girl voice.
I was chewing on your pillows when she stopped touching me. Afraid to look up as I heard her open a drawer. I knew what she was getting. I was quivering with anticipation yet I dared not move. I knew she was lubing it up and putting it on. I was unconsciously arching my back upwards searching for what I knew was to come. Whimpering pitifully as the sheets grazed my cock, every nerve heightened and threatening to make me cum uncontrollably.

I felt the bed shift as she positioned herself. I tensed slightly as her inner thighs touched the outside of my thighs. Leaning forward, her hands on my shoulders bracing herself. The cool slippery tip of the toy she chose to wear suddenly touching my spine, above my ass. Teasingly dragging it lower, she swiped it between my cheeks like a credit card without actually penetrating me. I was pushing back against her, shifting onto my knees as she backed up to let me do so. Reaching around with a lubed hand she caressed my cock. I humped forward into her hand, forgetting what was looming large behind me momentarily.

Emma reminded me by leaning forward, wedging the tip between my cheeks. Her hand subtly sped up, and I wanted to rock between the strap-on and her hand but she held me still with two words. Lying across my back, as the pebbles of her nipples dug into my back, she breathed into my ear "hold still.”

She released my cock from her grip, leaving me pulsing and on the verge of release. I folded my hands in front of me and laid my head on them forming a perfect right triangle with the bed as a base. She suddenly smacked my ass causing me to jerk back and impale myself further on her new sex. Grabbing both my cheeks and spreading me she slowly leaned forward, easing into me. Pausing every so often to allow me to adjust to her invasion. My only movement was the rippling of my ass from her playful smacks, and the twitching of my cock, which cooled only slightly since her letting go of it. I was eager to cum, but more eager to impress her and show that I could do as she asked.

I felt her thighs touch my ass as she slid the last millimetre of the strap-on into me. It felt as if it penetrated me so completely that it wasn't my cock straining between my thighs. My cock became an extension of the toy. Through a haze I heard her ask me if I liked the sensation of filling me so completely, and I could only moan in reply. I was lost and incoherent. She smacked my ass again causing me to jump slightly, bringing me back, but not quite. I managed a strained and amazingly coherent "Please fuck my ass.”

She eased back slightly, only allowing a tiny bit of the strap-on to escape. Then, back into me. Agonizingly slow, Emma eased back allowing just a fraction more to escape this time. In addition, back into me again. Each time, just a little further. She built a rhythm like that, until almost the entire length of the strap-on was sawing into and out of me. Gradually, she built up speed, as if she were a downhill racer using the terrain to speed her to her destination. It wasn't until I heard her moaning that I realized that the way the strap-on was attached  enabled her to feel pleasure too.

I almost thought I was going to get off humping the air like that. With her pounding my ass mercilessly. Her moans echoing off the walls now, competing with mine. She reached between us, cradling my balls. Taking me closer to the edge alternately massaged them and pulled them downward. Slowing suddenly on an inward stroke when I was fully impaled she leaned forward letting her nipples graze my back again. Her hands coming up under me, cupping my pecs and urging me upward into a kneeling position which matched her own. She stayed frozen like that for what seemed an eternity. Biting my shoulder and earlobe.

Her hands began to ease down my chest, but I still refused to move mindful of your earlier admonishment to stay still. I sighed as her hands flitted teasingly over my stomach and teeth nipped at my shoulder. My ass clenched tightly around the strap-on still wedged to the hilt in my eager ass. I begged her "Please finish me, make me cum".

ËœNot quite yet Steve!" she said, playfully, but not heartless. My cock seemingly leapt into her hand, as she made a ring of thumb and forefinger around its base. My precum mingled with the lube still left on her hand as she stroked my cock with a firm grip. She urged me to fuck her hand, freeing me of the spell, which held me still. I almost came on the spot when she kissed my spine.

Humping her hand I began rocking back and forth between the sheath she made for my cock with her fingers, and the plastic splitting my ass. I was groaning and quivering uncontrollably, delirious from the pleasure. In no time at all, "Oh my God I'm there." and "Oh yes" became my mantra. Chanting between groans as my cock started to twitch in her grip. With a final cry of "Fuck me I'm cumming!" I came into the towel she had waiting in her other hand. My cock pulsed jet after jet seemingly endlessly as her hand milked every last drop from me. She kept rubbing me to the point where it was actually agony. It was still twitching as she eased the strap-on out of me, leaving me empty, as I turned and kissed her.
Smiling at Emma I said, "Right, I will think of something you have done, because now it’s your turn. Bend over babe."

I smacked her bum.

ËœOh sir. Have I been a naughty girl?"

 

We went to the same school, along with everyone else (she has a younger brother and I have an older brother and sister) so we would always do stuff together, back when we were younger. I watched her grow up as I started noticing girls and I always imagined having sex with her. She also had a really hot mum, so my aunt (called Rachael), but I would think it would be weird so I never really thought about it much. She was obviously a lot older but since she used to be an athlete she kept her shape well and she frequently does exercise.

Then I grew up and the last few summers we’ve been eyeing each other a bit but nothing more. They have a pool so almost every weekend I’d go over there and just lie in the sun and Talia would often join me. One time everyone else was doing other things so it was just the two of us. We mucked around at first, just wrestling in the water and since she’s quite strong we get very into it, even getting into a few weird positions but nothing more.

After that I said I was going inside and she decided to work on her tan as she often does. Completely nude I might add, but the neighbours can’t see the way everything is positioned. This time though she fell asleep so I decided to see how much fun I could have. I pulled a few long leaves out of the garden and started tickling her on her feet, shoulders and neck. She reacted a bit but not much. With my left I worked my way up her legs, inside and out and with my right I slowly moved around her chest and her perfect breasts.

She started giggling a bit, but it was clear she was asleep so I kept going. I went a bit further and put down the leaves and started using my fingers ever so gently. She liked it so I kept going and started stroking her pussy with one hand and gently massaging her breasts with the other.

I even whispered “does that feel nice?” but she nodded so I continued. Now I began to pick up the pace a bit. I slowly penetrated her with one finger and carefully went in and out while my tongue went to work on her breasts, which by now were as hard as rocks.

I think she must have been getting sun stroke or something because she seemed to wake up but didn’t say anything. She just lay there and giggled and gasped occasionally. I moved around so my face was right on her pussy then I started flicking my tongue around, even exploring a bit inside.

“Ohhh Tim… that feels so nice…”

Yep, she was awake. I didn’t care now though since she didn’t object, all she did was to keep saying really sexual things which got me very turned on. After about 5 minutes and she had started to buck a bit so I figured the time was right. I knew she wasn’t a virgin and I also knew from my snooping over the years, that she had a dildo so this was going to be easy. I got my 7” hard on out and laid it on her pussy lips.

“Alright Talia, im gonna fuck you really hard now. Are you ready?”

Her dirty talk continued with “oh yes, im so ready for you. Give me everything”

With that I started penetrating going in half an inch or so with each thrust. She met every single one without objection. In under a minute I had my whole tool inside her and she loved it.

“oh, its so much bigger than I thought it would be…now give me everything cause I want everything you’ve got”

“aren’t you just the little slut”

“im the biggest slut you’ll ever meet. So you better do a good job or I wont be happy”

By now I was going pretty hard but I got even faster and harder putting my all into each thrust. We kept on talking like before for another few minutes…

“Oh yes…im gonna cum now…im gonna CUUUUUUUUUMMMMMM!”

And with that she had massive orgasm, her whole body shaking from the repercussions.

I pulled out then moved around to her front and got her to stand up in the pool. I lay down with my legs in the water and told her to suck me like the slut she is and she obliged. By the time I came I was deep in her throat and she almost choked on the amount of cum I sent rocketing down her throat, but she got it all down. She sucked everything out before getting out and lying on top of me.

It was so sexual her lying on top of me with her huge breast pressed against me. Then I heard a noise coming from the door inside.

“that was impressive” said my aunt “you both did very well”

Talia just looked at her mum as if to say – look what I just got to have. I was shocked at first but then she dropped her beach towel to remove the sexy body underneath. She then walked over and helped her daughter get up off me.

“Now. Talia come over here and lie down” and she lay down her towel. She strutted over like it was routine and I began to wonder just what they did in private. “Now Tim you can come and watch and learn” and she dived straight into her daughters pussy and ate it out harder and faster than id ever imagined. Talia was moaning and groaning in pleasure within seconds. Rachael was now kneeling down, her ass up in the air and her beautiful pussy presenting itself.

I took the opportunity and got my hard on straight in behind her. She paused for a second to encourage my actions before getting straight back to the orgasmic pussy fest. I, like her, made no hesitations. I fucked my aunt from behind for all it was worth, gripping her hips like there was not tomorrow, not that id have minded. Since today was full of surprises, I came up with one of my own. Her ass had been staring at me the whole time and I needed to fill it up just like it wanted.

My hard on already lubricated, I went in with the same vigour as before and Rachael even gasped, not that anyone heard. Talia was still moaning like a whore as her mum continued the feast. Within minutes Talia came and this left Rachael free to groan out loud.

“Go on mum…you can take it…you fucking whore – take all of it”

With that Rachael even started to reverse thrust back at me. Her sweet ass was almost tearing in two but she still managed to get on her way to an orgasm. Talia even started to fondle her mum’s wholesome tits while shoving her own into her mum’s eager mouth. This was too much arousing for one teenage boy for that afternoon and in minutes I blew my load straight up her ass. And with my cock done for the meantime, I fingered her to orgasm, which came shortly after.

After that we all went for a swim to clean up, washing each other a little more that necessary. It was starting to get close to dark and I needed to head home. I told them both we could do that again sometime and they both waved goodbye as I walked off down the street.

Hope you liked it and thanks for reading – any comments, criticisms and suggestions are welcome at timmyb_91@hotmail.com – thanks again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She continued bouncing and rocking until she melted and went limp. I took over from there; I got up and bent her over my desk. I rammed my cock up her ass and grabbed her schlong as well. I milked her cock as I slide my shaft in and out of her ass. I couldn’t last very long and couldn’t control it but I squirted my cum into her ass while she was hollering for more.

She fell onto the desk and I fell back into my chair. We rested up a minute and she said now suck me will you please… I bent down in a subservient position and took her long shemale rod in my mouth. Sucking a cock for the first time was a great experience. I could taste cum and wondered what it would feel like for her to cream in my mouth. Would I gag, throw up or enjoy the hell out of it. I sucked and licked and now in again I would gently run my teeth over the head of her cock. She began shivering and cum began shooting into my mouth. This was not too bad I thought as it shot to the back of my throat. I actually liked this and drank every drop of her sweet shemale wad!

This was indeed the best gift that I could ever dream of getting from our satisfied client.

'Well, you know, I do. I've had that fantasy for a while.' We discussed it for a while then kind of lost the train of conversation when she started sucking my cock and things progressed from there. As I drove my cock into her wet cunt I asked her again,'Do you want to?'

'I don't  know..." Another thrust...'You have to make me want it.' Another thrust...' More fucking than I can ever provide and you know how you like to fuck...'

As  I was cumming  I tried once more. 'Yes' was all she had to say.

Now I know, things said during sex are rarely acted upon, but to my surprise when I got home from work the next day she had made reservations at a swinger's club near here. It's for dinner and after dinner activities. This weekend.

UI'll finally getto see her getting a big dick in the ass while taking another in her pussy. And mine in her mouth. I'll let you know how it goes.

Violet said, “Oh, hi, Honey.”

“Hi,” she replied.

“What are you up to?”

Honey said, “I just came out of Mr. Master’s office.”

Violet smiled at her and said, “Did he give you a lesson?”

“Yeah, how do you know?”

Violet smiled brightly and said, “Well, he gave me the same lesson.”

Honey giggled and said, “I see.”

Yes, it had been in her first year of school nearing the end of the semester. Mr. Masters had caught her smoking a cigarette on school grounds. All the girls thought the teacher was hot, so when he offered to exchange his silence for sex, she quickly agreed and fucked him on his office desk.

But it was a little embarrassing admitting it to Honey. Honey seemed slightly embarrassed too. Neither could hold eye contact very long and they couldn’t think of anything else to talk about.

For some odd reason, Violet got the urge for a cigarette even though she knew it wasn’t allowed and that was the reason she was fucking Mr. Masters in the first place.

She said, “Do you know of anywhere to smoke around here?”

Honey said, “Why don’t you try that employee’s bathroom? There’s never anybody there.”

“Okay, thanks.”

They said goodbye and Violet turned around to leave. As expected, the bathroom was empty.

Violet sat down to pee as she removed a cigarette from a fresh pack and lit it up. The smoke felt good filling her lungs, but she was still trying to figure out why she had done it. She wanted one, but it wasn’t like she was having a nicotine fit. She could have waited until break time.

She started thinking about the way Mr. Masters had caught her not more than four months ago and propositioned her for sex not knowing that she and half the female population would have gladly fucked him for nothing. It was funny, but it made her not want to get caught again so she quickly got up, tossed it down the toilet, and flushed.

She pulled up her skirt and panties and washed her hands. She was about to leave, but for some reason that she didn’t understand, she wanted to keep smoking, so she went back in the stall and lit up another one.

Meanwhile, probably the one and only teacher in the building who ever used that bathroom just happened to get lightheaded earlier that morning. Most often he got lightheaded when he hadn’t had enough fluids, so he just happened to spend a good portion of the morning drinking water. Water just happened to make him pee five times as often as his usual beverages, so he just happened to be making his fourth trip back to the bathroom that day.

It had been less than an hour since he’d been there and he knew he hadn’t smelled cigarettes before. As he walked down the hall, the stench got stronger. It led him right to where he was going.

“Hello,” he called as he entered the restroom. “Anybody in here?”

Violet didn’t say shit. She climbed on top of the toilet seat so he wouldn’t be able to see her legs if he looked under the stall.

Unfortunately, it didn’t work. Mr. Harris followed his nose to the stalls and started pushing them open until he got to hers.

“Ah-hah,” he said when he saw the young lady in a skirt kneeling on the toilet seat holding the evidence. “I caught you smoking in the…you’re not even supposed to be in here. This is an employee’s restroom. What are you doing, young lady? What’s your name?”

He took out a pen and pad to write it down. He knew students were known to lie about the names so he asked for her college I.D.

“I don’t have it with me,” Violet lied.

That only made it worse because it was also a rule that students have their I.D. at all times when on school grounds. “Well, I’m definitely going to have to report you. What’s your name?”

“You can’t report me,” Violet pleaded.

“Yes, I certainly can. I know what you look like. All I have to do is go to the office and look at all the computer photos and…can you please put that out? This is an employee’s bathroom. You’re in serious trouble. This could effect your graduation, young lady.”

Violet had taken another puff of her cigarette. She wasn’t trying to provoke him, but the anxiety of the situation had gotten to her and now she really needed a hit.

But then she started to relax. She’d come up with an idea. As she stepped off the toilet, she said, “This can’t effect my graduation.”

“Yes, I’m definitely going to have to report this. This is a fire hazard. There’s no smoking in this bathroom at all.”

He continued to ramble about how much trouble she was in, but Violet stopped listening. She put the cigarette in the toilet and flushed it.

The evidence was gone.

She looked him square in the eye, and with the look of utter victory on her face, she said, “I can just say that you’re molesting me.”

Mr. Harris was about to say something, but Violet started yelling like she was getting raped. Mr. Harris begged for her to shut up. It was a bullshit claim and he knew it wouldn’t stick but accusations went a long way. He didn’t want to be bothered with that for the rest of his life.

“I suppose we could let it go this one time, but don’t let me catch you in here again.”

Violet was smiling for three reasons. One, she was off the hook. Two, she was having fond memories from when Mr. Masters had caught her smoking and then ended up giving her the best fuck of her life. The third reason was that she was in control.

“Actually,” she said, “I could probably get you to do whatever I wanted.”

She wanted him to hop on one leg. He refused and she started screaming again so he did it.

That’s when everything started making sense. She’d gotten the urge to smoke because of the conversation with Honey. She went back to smoke some more because, subconsciously, she was hoping to get caught. She wanted to fuck another teacher at school. It was so naughty and exciting the first time that she wanted to relive it.

She said, “I think you should do something else too. I think you should lick my nipple.”

She pulled the upper part of her shirt down, revealing her A-cup tits. Violet was a thin woman with a thin build. Not what Mr. Harris would normally go for, but seeing her tit and erect nipple put his little head in control.

He tried to resist though. He knew it was wrong. She was a student, and even though she was over eighteen, she was far younger than him. But Violet started screaming again, so he immediately started sucking her tit.

Violet started moaning. Her tits were small, which made them ultra sensitive.

When he stopped, she said, “Now you can do something else for me.”

She raised her skirt and started lowering her panties. She stared him in the eye. She loved the anxiety on his face. She could tell he was at war with himself. He wanted her—that much was obvious—but he was afraid of getting caught. It was amusing and stimulating simultaneously.

“We could get caught in here,” he said.

“I know, but I want it and I’m gonna get it.” She wriggled completely out of her panties and dropped them on the floor.

“Okay, but just don’t make any noise. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered sexily.

She climbed onto the toilet seat. She leaned back and spread her legs. Her pussy hair was tapered into a triangle pointing to her clit, which is exactly where she wanted Mr. Harris’ mouth.

He went down on her. Her legs tensed up. She had to fight off a scream of passion; it came out sounding more like a guttural moan.

Mr. Harris was a damn-good pussy eater. As time went past, he was making it harder to keep quiet. He was finger-fucking her and swirling his tongue in circles around her clit as he sucked and slurped on it.

She had a really good orgasm. That didn’t help with keeping her quiet either.

He stopped after she’d cum in his mouth. He stood up and said, “Is that good enough?”

“Actually, I was after something else.” She got up and started taking his belt loose.

“We shouldn’t do this. This is most unusual. We could get caught—”

“No it’s okay,” she said, and continued trying to get to his cock.

When she did, she quickly found out that there was at least a few inches of him that didn’t have a problem with sex in school. His cock was hard as a brick and pulsing in her hand as she pulled it out.

She dropped to her knees. She put her lips around the head, gave it a powerful suck, and started bobbing up and down on it.

“Ohhh,” moaned Mr. Harris trying to keep quiet. “You’re sure you won’t tell anybody about this?” he whispered.

“As long as you don’t tell anybody about me smoking.”

Fair enough, he thought as he pushed his pants all the way down. He lifted his shirt to give Violet better access to his cock and also so he could watch her sucking him off.

“Oh, that does feel good,” he said.

How many times had she done this? To be so young, Violet seemed to know a lot about sucking dick. She was sucking him hard but he never felt a single tooth. She was masturbating the part that couldn’t fit in her mouth, and even twisting her head on his member as she took it in and out of her wet hole. She must have started when she was really young to be so good at it already, he thought.

“You never even told me your name,” Mr. Harris stated.

“Violet,” she said, and then she stuffed his cock back in her mouth and kept sucking for all she was worth.

“You know, smoking really isn’t good for you, Violet.”

Referring to the cock in her mouth, she said, “This can’t be either.” She chuckled and went back to work.

Mr. Harris took his shirt and tie off. Violet wanted to be in control so he let her. He leaned against the wall and let her suck his cock until she was ready to fuck.

When she was, she shut the door first and locked it. She got totally naked and so did he.

For a thin woman, Violet had a great figure. She was shapely and had some sexy abs. She looked a lot better naked than with clothes on. She actually looked womanly and very fuckable.

Mr. Harris sat on the stall. Violet came in, turned around, and sat on his dick. It went straight up her pussy.

They both started moaning like crazy. It felt so good. His cock was big and rock-hard. Her pussy was soaking wet and tight like the rest of her body. It was the perfect combination for a good fuck.

“That feels good,” said Mr. Harris.

“You feel good…for a teacher.”

“Actually, I’m the administrator.”

“That’s even better.”

She closed her eyes. She bounced on his cock for a long time. She was moaning and relishing the feel of it penetrating her hole and stretching out her slippery pussy walls.

But her legs got tired in that position. She said, “We’re gonna have to move.”

He followed her out of the stall. She went to the sink and propped one of her legs on it, putting her in a great position to get fucked from behind.

Violet loved doggy style. It was so erotic. It made her feel the most like a slut during sex and feeling like a slut was what made sex best to her.

Mr. Harris licked his fingers and spread saliva on his dick and along her pussy. He put it inside.

“Ohh, mmm, ohhh,” said Violet. She was crying out and whimpering like a baby.

Somewhere along the line, they managed to make their way to the floor. Violet was riding him. She was taking him in long strides so she could feel his cock penetrating her deeply.

They were going all out. It got to the point that Mr. Harris had lost all of his inhibitions. He was still trying to keep quiet, but he wasn’t telling Violet to quiet down anymore.

He was fucking her in a lot of positions, just tossing her light-weight body around like she was a rag doll. He fucked her standing up for a long time.

It felt really good, but it seemed tiresome. Violet asked, “How long can you do this for?”

“Until you learn not to smoke in here. Are you gonna smoke in here anymore?”

“Of course I am if it means meeting you here.”

“Okay, every Thursday at ten o’clock,” he joked.

But she was right. He was getting tired so he dropped to the floor and continued pummeling her cunt without missing a beat.

She begged for it doggy style. He bent her over on the floor and started thrusting into her. She was moaning loudly and looking over her shoulder trying to watch him fucking her.

Both of them fed from each other’s lust, their passion growing by the second. Violet yelled louder as an intense orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy began to spasm.

Mr. Harris could feel it contracting and gushing on his cock. It was enough to send him over the edge.

He pulled his dick out. Violet had a tattoo of a butterfly on the small of her back. He aimed for it.

Cum sprang free. Her ass and lower back were splattered with cum.

Violet gave him time to get his composure back. Then she said, “So you won’t tell; I won’t tell?”

“Deal,” said Mr. Harris. He thought about it, then added, “And no more smoking in here.”

I lay there for maybe fifteen minutes as he sat on the edge of the bed; and whilst his hand attempted to soak away my stress, he would occasionally speak soft words of apology to try to explain away his stupid behaviour. I have to admit; I was on the point of talking to him, even if only to give him a mouthful of abuse. But before I'd opened my mouth, there was a sound from downstairs,
“KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK KNOCK.”
It was someone at our front door, and as I felt Gerry getting to his feet he said,
“I'll go and see who it is.”
I turned on my side and in an angry voice snapped,
“I don't care who it is, tell them to clear off!”

I listened carefully and as I heard the door downstairs opening, I then heard Gerry say,
“Oh, it's you.”
Then I heard the reply, and even at this distance I could recognise Peter's voice.
“I've just come around to make sure Mary is alright.”
“Yes she is. And she doesn't want to see anyone. So you can clear off and tell Mr Spencer we don't want him to call either.”
“I've just come from Graham's office. There were two of his cronies with him, and they were bragging about fleecing you, and taking advantage of your wife. I just want to make sure she's ok.”

“I've already told you. She's ok, so just go away and leave us alone.”
“Ok. I don't want to interfere if I'm not needed. But please tell Mary, if she wants anything, advice, someone to talk to, or anything at all, she can call me day or night.”
I didn't know at the time, Peter had handed Gerry his card at this moment, all I heard was a short pause before the front door slammed shut with a loud,
“BANG!”

All the time I'd been listening to Peter's voice, it had brought back such a warm feeling inside, and now as I heard the noise of the door being shut in his face, I felt instantly angry. I leapt from the bed and dashed to the front window, where I could see Peter closing our front gate and walking across the road to his car. I dashed onto the landing and down the stairs. As I was descending, Gerry had been about to start to come up,
“What's wrong?”
“Get out of my way you stupid idiot.”

His face as I yelled at him changed from a look of concern to one of anger, but before I'd reached the bottom step he'd stepped back off the stairs and moved clear of my pathway to the door. I wrenched on the front door handle and as I swung the door open called out as loud as I could muster,
“PETER!”
He was at the other side of the road, and just on the point of getting into his car. He stopped and as he stood he looked back across to where I stood in the doorway.
I beckoned with my hand and called, not quite so loudly, but still shouting to make myself heard.
“Please. Come back, I want to talk to you.”

He closed his car door and began to walk back towards where I stood. I turned around and looked back at Gerry and gave him a scowl that didn't needs words to show its meaning. He in turn, looking somewhat confused, asked,
“What? All I did was tell him to fuck-off. Like you told me to.”
“Never mind what I said; the way I feel right now, I'd rather talk to him than you.”
“Well fuck you then.”
And with that Gerry stomped off and went into the living room.

I waited for Peter to arrive at the door and then said,
“Come on in. I'm sorry my husband was so rude to you.”
As he walked past me and made his way towards our front room he replied,
“That's alright; I guess he was feeling more than a little angry after being cheated like that.”
By now I was following him into the room and Gerry was again seated in his chair next to the TV, and again he'd got a can of beer in his hand. I was still angry with him, but now I was also burning with curiosity to know what Peter meant by his remark about Gerry being cheated.

After asking Peter to sit down I sat myself in the chair opposite both Peter and Gerry, and then I asked,
“Cheated? What do you mean?”
Peter looked across to Gerry, and then said cautiously,
“I'm not sure if I've spoken out of turn.”
Then he looked at Gerry,
“Doesn't she know?”
Before Gerry could answer I again gave him a scowl as I asked,
“Know what? What the hell's going on?”

Gerry looked sheepishly in my direction as he said,
“It's nothing. I was going to tell you later.”
Peter now looked uncomfortable as he said,
“Look I didn't come here to cause trouble; do you want me to go?”
I snapped my reply back,
"NO!"
It came out in a lot angrier tone than I'd wanted to use to my guest, so I instantly changed my tone of voice,
"Its not you I'm angry with. Once this rat has explained what he's been up to, I might need your shoulder to cry on.”
And then I turned my head and as I pointedly glared at Gerry I said,
“Well? What's all this about you being cheated?”

Gerry then went on to tell me about the negotiations that had led up to the session with the two men, of course, you the reader already know what had taken place. And then Gerry finished his tale with a classic male excuse,
“And when you came down after those men had left, I was so angry with what they'd done to you, and how they'd only paid two hundred measly quid, I just lashed out at the first person I saw. I didn't mean to call you what I did, but I guess I just used the words they'd fed me earlier.”

Peter looked quite confused,
“My god man, are you saying you not only persuaded your wife into going with two men to earn you money, but then hurled abuse at her once she'd done your bidding?”
Gerry had been looking quite guilty, but on hearing this rebuke, he turned instantly angry,
“You fucking butt out. She's my wife and what goes on between us is nothing to do with you.”
I was already angry, so my flare-up was instant; I sprang to my feet and as I knocked the can of beer from his hand I blurted out,
“You drunken shit. I might be your wife now, but if you keep up this behaviour, I've a good mind to let your dirty minded boss send you to fucking jail. And don't think I'll be here waiting for you when you come out.”
This obviously wasn't the kind of reaction Gerry expected as he sat himself up and took hold of my hands he begged,
“Hey Mary. I didn't mean anything. Come-on girl you know I love you. I just wanted to sort things out without, you know, outsiders interfering.”

“Interfering? I invited Peter in because I can't talk to you these days. One minute you're acting like my pimp, and the next like a bloody holy inquisitor. If you can't say anything civilised, keep your mouth shut until Peter and I have finished talking.”
“Please Mary, just calm down.”
"I am calm, but you butt out until I tell you. Otherwise I promise I will see you go to prison.”
He looked genuinely scared, and I knew my words had really struck home. He pulled himself back into his chair, never even answered, but gestured that his lips were sealed.

I turned to Peter,
“Yes, that's exactly what he did. He asked me to have sex with those men because they were friends of Graham, and because he said we'd get two thousand pounds. I wouldn't have done it for the money alone, but I knew that Graham could still get Gerry in trouble with the police. And then when I came down after doing what he asked me to do, he called me... well you can guess what he called me, exactly what those dirty sods had told him to call me.”
Gerry tried to explain himself,
“Please Mary, let me just explain.”
“Don't bother.”

Then Peter said,
“Look I know I'm an outsider here, and if you tell me I'm not in a position to say anything, then I'll understand.”
I interrupted,
“No please. That was why I called you back in; I need someone from the outside, just to know I'm not going totally insane.”
“Ok for what its worth, this is my opinion.”

“Gerry messed-up at work. And don't get me wrong, we all make mistakes, its just some come home to roost with a lot heavier consequences than we expect."
He paused here, and then turning to me continued,
"Well that said, you were faced with a choice of seeing him go to jail, or doing something you wouldn't have otherwise considered. The incident at the night club could have netted you both a sum of money you hadn't at that point even dreamed of accruing. Now this time it was you who, dare I say it, screwed up. I know you did eventually agree to do the business, but it was after all, your delay, that caused the loss of what could have been a tidy sum of money. And then just to prove how fucked up your head was, you go and fuck the guy for free.”

“But that's all water under the bridge now. But what you have to understand, in Gerry's mind, you've already shown him you have the potential for earning money. And let's not pretend, you've also demonstrated you don't exactly dislike the work."
I think as he'd said this he must have seen the look on my face.
"Hey don't look so offended, I'm not criticising. Now to today, Gerry isn't used to dealing with sharks like those two."
He was still looking directly at me when he asked,
"And be honest, if they'd paid the two grand you'd expected; you'd both be sitting down now trying to work out how to line up your next punter.”

“Don't look so disappointed my dear. Its human nature. You've found something you've got a real talent for, and it pays well. Well it should do."
He now looked back towards Gerry,
"Now Gerry don't get me wrong lad. You're a good sort, and I know you mean well. But you aren't dealing with this situation as it should be dealt with.”
Gerry went to speak, but I held my hand up indicating he should let Peter finish. I think I'd taken more criticism from Peter than I'd expected, and just wanted to let Gerry have a bit too even things up.

Peter continued,
“You see lad, your first priority should be to get Graham off your back.”
“But...”
I interrupted Gerry before he'd hardly began to but in,
“Gerry! Let him finish!”
“As I was saying, we need to get some kind of document signed by Graham, which once signed, will prevent him from wielding this police matter over your head. I know it will involve Mary here doing the business again, but if she tells me her preferences, I'm sure I can guide Graham's mind into a direction where he thinks he's got her squirming, when in reality, she can just do what-ever, and then you'll be free of him.”

Gerry couldn't restrain himself,
“Like what?”
“I don't know yet, I need to talk to Mary to see what she finds the most acceptable. But I'm not trying to pretend he'll go for anything that doesn't involve her having sex with someone.”
“So why should you be the one to do the deal?”
“I'm not saying I should. That's for Mary to decide. But I will say this, I think I've got more experience in negotiations than you, and I for one wouldn't let any deal be influenced by getting two tickets to a football match.”

Peter could see my look of curiosity, but Gerry just sat there silent. Then Peter said,
“Oh I see. That's something else you didn't mention?”
I snapped at Gerry,
“Come on, what's all this about ticket to the footy?”
“Its nothing, they just threw them in. It didn't make any difference to what happened.”
Peter said,
“So Larry and James were just shooting their mouths off?”
This I took to be the names of the two men who'd been with me this morning; not exactly the right protocol to find out a man's name after the event. But I guess in my new profession, this was something I'd have to get used to; that is, if I even find out their names at all.

I turned to Peter,
“Ok being as you're the one stirring the shit pile, why don't you tell me about these bloody tickets?”
“I'm not trying to stir anything up. It was just when I met Graham. Larry and James were going on about Gerry as if he was some kind of moron. They say he point blank refused to let them double fuck you for two hundred quid, and then almost bit their hands off when they threw in two tickets to the game. The irony was, the tickets were freebies they'd been given by the security firm that just re-furbished the warehouse security cameras. And those were the very same security cameras that caught Gerry; getting you into this mess in the first place.”

I looked across at Gerry as I said sympathetically,
“That's about typical for you lately; if it wasn't for shit luck, you'd have no luck at all.”
I think this remark was taken as I intended it, and Gerry said in an apologetic tone,
“It wasn't like that honest. I really did think you'd kick-up a fuss as soon as they both started playing around with you at the same time.”
“It's ok. I guess I should have told you before, just how far that perverted sod of a boss of yours had already pushed me.”
And then I looked across at Peter,
“And for all his protective talk, he's no angel either.”

Peter looked a little defensive as he came back with,
“That's not fair. I've never forced you into anything.”
“No, but you didn't miss out on your chance to take advantage of me, no matter which hole was vacant.”
Gerry looked surprised,
“What? He's fucked your arse as well?”
“Hey don't look so shocked. Ass fucking is almost as common as a pussy fuck these days. And ask her, she wasn't forced.”
Gerry looked quite sad as he asked,
“Am I the only man in this town who hasn't fucked your arse?”

Peter could see my distaste at this kind of comment, and he answered before I got chance to speak,
“See lad, that's the kind of remark that kills the goose that lays the golden egg. She's done nothing wrong, and you should be supporting her, and making her feel good about her performance. Now come on tell her all that stuff about how much you love her, and less of this silly jealousy. If old Graham got one thing right; it was what he told you the other night.”
Gerry asked,
“What was that?”
“That little girl has got more cunt than you or any other one man can satisfy.”

On hearing this crude remark once again, I instantly covered my face with my hands as I coloured up bright red.
“No Mary. Don't take that as an insult. You're good. In fact I'll repeat what I said the other night, you fuck better than anyone I've ever been with; and that I can tell you, is no short list. Be proud of that pussy, if it's managed properly, Gerry can quit work, and both of you could make enough money in the next eight to ten years for you both to retire on a comfortable pension.”

I couldn't be sure I understood what he was actually saying, and I guess Gerry was having the same problem. But he asked the first question,
“Are you saying she should become a prostitute?”
“What do you mean become one? She already is. What did you think those two men paid you two hundred quid for.”
Gerry again flared up,
“You filthy sod.”
He sprang to his feet and launched himself at Peter, who rose to intercept him, and being a far bigger build, just took hold of his wrists and restrained him as Gerry carried on slagging him off.

I got to my feet and took hold of one of Gerry's arms,
“Please Gerry. Stop it. I'm sure he wasn't trying to insult me.”
Gerry shook his wrists free and slumped back into his chair,
“Fucking typical. I say something in anger, and I'm the anti-Christ. He calls you a hooker in cold blood, and you say its ok.”
“But he's right. I am a hooker. A prostitute. A whore. It doesn't matter which word you use, I let those men do it to me for money.”

Peter now had a big beaming smile on his face,
“Good girl. Now you Gerry; if you can accept it, and not get upset, then think of what this means.”
Gerry reluctantly asked,
“I don't get it.”
“Those men came here today prepared to pay up to five grand. They'd told Graham what they wanted to do, and he didn't think she'd go that far for less than that amount, if at all. But in the event, they got what they wanted, and they were only here for just...”
He shrugged his shoulders, then continued,
“I don't know; how long were they upstairs with her?”
Gerry replied,
“About twenty minutes at most.”
“The pair of them were cock-a-hoop about getting to do the double. They'd only thought it would be an arse fuck; one at a time.”
“Ok so they conned me, how was I to know what had been said before they got here?”
"That's my point; not only are you not in the right circles to know who will pay what amount, but you don't even know the value of the goods you're selling."

I spoke up, feeling more than a little used in their conversation,
“So that's all I am? Something to be sold to the highest bidder.”
“It was your choice. Nobody was holding a gun to your head, or a knife to your throat. It wasn't even Graham using his blackmail to back you into a corner.”
He paused for a second and then broke the silence,
“Don't feel bad about it. It's done, and you're none the worse for it. But think, you could have been five grand richer. Never mind about other people's opinions, it's yours, and you know how to use it; if you want to make a living from it, then that's your decision.”

“So what are you saying, she should do this all the time, and I don't even need to go to work?”
“I'm not saying she should. But I'm saying if she wants to, then she has the natural talent. And if she gets handled properly, she'll only need to do it until she's around thirty, and by then you'll have so much money invested, neither of you will need to work for the rest of your lives.”

“Bull-shit.”
“I'm not kidding you. But it will only workout that way if you spend carefully, and invest every spare penny. It has to be managed and planned.”
“Ah. Now I get it. She fucks all your mates, we get a pittance to live on, and you fuck-off with all the money. Fuck you! Do I look that stupid?”
“Well from where I'm sitting, if you're not stupid, you're a good actor.”

Gerry again sprang to his feet, and Peter again countered him, holding him as they danced around the room.
“Pack it up. It's my life you pair are talking about. Don't I get to have an opinion?”
As Gerry begrudgingly returned to his seat I said,
“It's no good Peter; I couldn't do that for a living.”
“Please Mary. Think about it. If I'd arranged those men this morning, you'd now have earned Gerry's normal weekly wage, and been able to put four-thousand four-hundred pounds into a high interest no tax investment account. And it took you twenty minutes! If I only find you say five or ten tricks a week, you'll be on the same kind of money as a premiere league footballer. Now I'm sure that's putting it in terms even Gerry can understand.”

I thought that remark would again antagonise Gerry, but when I looked across to where he was sitting, it clearly hadn't; I think the penny had now dropped, and Peter's ideas must have sunk in, because instead of anger, there was an excited enthusiasm in his voice,
“Are you sure she could earn that kind of money?”
“Maybe not for the first few months, but it one of those things, the newer she is and the less people know about her, the juicer the pretence, and the higher the price per session. But of course, if not many people know about her, then she won't get many customers. Then come the glory days, when she gets a hot reputation, and everyone wants to have a slice of the action; during that time the price is high, and I can get as many as she's willing to take. That's where she can make the bulk of her money. But we have to be careful how we play that; otherwise she'll loose the fresh appeal. Once that happens it's up to you whether you want to call it quits, or just move into another part of the market to boost your bank balance before calling it a day.”

Gerry was on the edge of his seat listening intently, now obviously taken by the idea, and then he asked,
“How come you think you know so much about this kind of thing?”
“I'm in the hiring end of advertising. And in our business, the money to be earned by the, so called actors and actresses is good. But most runs of an advert are not repeated. I know there have been some that keep using the same old face, but they're the exception. Usually we don't want any particular face to become associated with the product, so it's very much a one shoot and goodbye. If they're lucky we'll use the same face again for a few more different customers' lines, but very soon the work dries up. With the men I don't even get involved, and never see most of them again. But a girl whose face is appearing regularly on TV, even if it is only five seconds of loading a dishwasher or selling insurance; she has a short but lucrative earning window. And as I say, by the time their adverts are out in the public eye, most of them are struggling to find work. I can always find a customer to keep them in the luxury to which they've become accustomed. And once their glory days run out, if they still want work, there is lots of low-end porn. So being as I said to Mary, 'it's no good her pretending she's something she's not'. Then neither will I, as far as these girls are concerned, I'm their pimp.”

“How many girls do you look after?”
“Difficult to put a number on. There's about ten or fifteen high-end girls, ones whose adverts are still in peoples minds. About twenty or so who get the odd good earner, but rely mostly on porno, either film or club acts. Then I've got twenty girls in a block of flats, but they're just straight pay-for-fuck at fifty quid a go.”
“So this is your real job, and that rubbish about advertising is just a cover?”
“No, this is the sideline. Call it a hobby.”
“But one that pays good money?”
“I'm not short of a bob or two, but then I wouldn't be destitute if I only had my advertising, that's good for seventy-five grand a year. So like I said, this is just something I enjoy, that also pays well.”

“So if I let you look after Mary, what's your cut?”
“I'm not sure how much you know about running whores, but I think you'll probably know the normal split doesn't favour the girl.”
“So what's normal?”
“The fifty quid a go girls get a fiver a fuck.”
“So you take forty-five quid for doing nothing?”
“Not nothing. They get a place to operate from, with built-in security. If they could do better elsewhere, they'd leave.”
“Well don't think you're getting that cut from my wife.”

I broke up their cosy chat,
“I think you're both getting the cart before the horse.”
As they turned and looked quizzically, I continued,
“I'm not doing it.”
Peter added,
“She's right, we haven't reached the point where we discus who gets what cut. Lets just workout how to get Graham off your backs. All the rest can wait.”

Gerry responded first,
“Have you any ideas on that score?”
He asked looking at Peter. But before Peter replied, I spoke up,
“I'm wondering if our best idea would be to just find ourselves a solicitor.”
Peter took up the conversation,
“I can see why you would say that, and of course, it is your choice. After all you're the driver, and even if Gerry is your husband, in this respect, we're both passengers along for the ride. So if that's what you want to do its fine by me, and I won't try to talk you out of it. But before you go off half cocked, let me just run through what you'd be letting yourself into.”

I interrupted,
“Oh I know all that stuff about being dragged through the courts and our friends and family finding out. But at least it would be over one way or the other.”
Gerry butted in,
“That's the problem. It might be over for you, but think about me. At best, like you just said everyone will know, I'll loose my job and have difficulty finding another, and even if they don't send me down it'll be a hefty fine. But if it goes the other way, and you've already said about the way my lucks running, they'll send me down for twenty to thirty years.”

Peter again continued,
“You're both right to some extent, but let me just explain something else. You go to a solicitor first; he then has to employ a barrister. Now to get a good brief, costs real money. I'd guess if you want to keep Gerry out of prison, you'd be paying the best part of thirty grand just for the legal team. From what Graham says, the total cost of the false insurance claims are very substantial, so the fine won't be lower than ten grand, and could be a lot higher. So unless you have rich relatives or money stashed away I don't know about, I can only think of one way you can get that kind of money. But there is another way. We could just persuade Graham to sign a disclaimer.”

I answered,
“No. I know you think you have all the answers, but blackmailers don't give up. And all that stuff about legal costs is just you trying to frighten me. I know we could get free legal aid, that way it won't cost a penny.”
Peter laughed,
“Ha ha ha. Legal aid! How do you know so much about these matters?"
"I've seen programs on TV."
"Well unlike TV, blackmailers are just people who think they've got the upper hand, you just need to outwit them. And yes you can get legal aid, but I guarantee if you go down that route, Gerry will be middle-aged before you see him again. But I've said my piece. And if that's your choice, it's nothing to do with me. If you have a change of heart, Gerry's got my card.”

At that he rose to his feet, but before he'd moved Gerry said,
“Hey, don't go just yet.”
“I'm sorry lad, but it's not my place to push your little lady into a life she isn't happy with.”
“But you said we could get Mr Spencer off our backs another way; what did you mean?”
Still standing he replied,
“Mary knows what Graham's first proposal was.”
With that he looked at me.

I blushed, but said nothing. Gerry said,
“Well come on, am I the only one who doesn't know what's going on?”
“But you do lad, she refused him the first time. And then he brought you into the game to win her around.”
“What, not that thing about modelling the knickers from your catalogue?”
“That was it.”
“For fucks sake Mary. You'd send me to prison, rather than flash your fanny in his kinky knickers.”

“You don't understand. I've done that and more already, and we're still no nearer getting your situation over with. What ever I do that man will just keep asking for more and more.”
At this point I actually broke down and began to sob. Not hysterically, but I just felt so sad and helpless, as if I was on a never ending spiral downwards. Now you might think Gerry would be the one to sit alongside me, wrap his arm around my shoulder and say,
“Come-on love. I know it's been hard for you. But I promise I'll make sure that bastard doesn't control you again.”
But no, it was Peter whose neck I now buried my head into and sobbed.

Gerry asked,
“So what's your plan to get Mr Spencer off our backs?”
Peter replied in a soft voice,
“Not now lad. Let her have a little cry. Once she's got it out of her system, they'll be plenty time to discuss tactics.”
So that was it, Gerry sat there silently as I sobbed on the chest of what to all intents was a perfect stranger. How long we would have stopped there like that I'm not sure, but after about ten minutes the phone started ringing, and Gerry got up and answered it.

“Hello.”
”Ah Gerry lad.”
“Oh. Hi Mr Spencer.”
“I was just calling to make sure you were in. I'm coming around to see you about tonight.”
“Tonight? Why what's happening tonight?”
“I'm going to meet some friends, and I want your little lady to accompany me. I need to give her the details, and make sure she's ready for the hairdresser and beautician when they arrive later. Anyway, I'll be there in about thirty minutes and I'll explain everything.”

We of course, didn't hear Graham's end of the conversation, but even while he was on the phone, I'd sat up and was waiting to find out what Graham wanted. So as soon as he'd put the phone down, I asked,
“What's he on about tonight?”
“He's coming around now, to tell you all about it.”
“About what?”
“He wants you to go with him tonight to meet some of his friends, and he's arranged for a hairdresser and beautician to come here this afternoon.”
“Oh my god!”
And as I let out my cry of desperation I again started to sob as I buried my head back into Peter's chest.

He gently eased me from his chest, and using one hand to wipe the hair from my tear soaked face, he said softly,
“Come on. Let's not let him get the upper hand. We haven't got long, have you got a PC.”
Gerry answered,
“Yes, and it's got the latest graphics card, so it can handle just about any of the latest games.”
“So long as you've got word or some other kind of word processor, I don't think we've got time for games.”
I looked up at Peter and through my tears mumbled,
“What are you going to do?”

He helped me to my feet and we followed Gerry into the back room, by the time we got there, he had already fired up the PC. As we waited for it to boot, Peter said to me,
“Now you can't let Graham know I'm involved. And he already knows Gerry's capabilities, so when he arrives, this will all have been your idea. Ok, just give me a few minutes, and I'll see what I can come up with.”
Gerry and I stood silently behind Peter as he tapped away on the keyboard. After a few minutes, he'd finished the document, and the printer burst into life. This was the text he'd written.

To whom it may concern.

I G.W.Spencer do affirm that G.Kendal, being my employee was working under my instructions in the testing of a comprehensive security installation. This work involved a simulation of warehouse stock damage. Looting or, and stealing of the same. Filling in false insurance claim forms for the same. Distribution of the same amongst other employees. And loading of the same stolen goods into his own private transport.

Therefore any recorded material, audio or video, on whatever format, purporting to show this kind of activity, is not to be taken as evidence of any crime or misdemeanour.

Mr G.Kendal, is a trusted employee, who has my full confidence.

I am sorry that he has decided to move on to a new position with another company, but I wish him well in his new endeavour, and can assure any new employer that he will be getting a first class worker who can be trusted implicitly.

G.W.Spencer

As he handed the paper to me he said,
“Right now once that's signed by Graham, put it somewhere safe until you see me, and I'll get my legal boys to ratify it, and file it away.”
I could feel such an overwhelming surge of appreciation building as I read the words and began to think this would maybe secure my freedom. And as Peter handed the paper to me, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and smothered him with kisses. As I kissed like a silly child showing gratitude for a Christmas present, I could feel Peter's hands gradually applying more pressure, trying to prise me from himself. Then when he managed to get his face out of reach of mine, he said,
“Come-on. I appreciate your gratitude, but we really haven't got time for this.”

As I realised how silly my behaviour was, I blushed and as I backed away, said shyly,
“Sorry.”
“That's ok, and maybe some time soon, if you still feel that way, you can show me properly. But right now, you have to decide what you want to offer Graham to get him to sign, and how we can manoeuvre him into doing what you want. Now our starting point has to be the two options he has already given you, but that's not to say he'll go for them now.”

Gerry asked,
“Two options, I thought there was only one.”
“Well I'm afraid that before he involved you, he'd already been trying to get your little lady to come across with her goodies, still using your prison stretch as the stick. But your little lady refused him, and told him to get lost. It was then he threatened you directly, and it was you who persuaded her to cooperate.”
“So if posing in your sexy knickers was one option, what was the other?”
“He said if she'd fuck both him and me; that would be debt paid.”

Gerry's face was at first a scowl, and then suddenly it changed into a big smile,
“That's it!”
“What's it?”
“Don't you see? She's already let you and Graham do it the other night, remember you phoned me from that hotel room.”
“It's not something I'm likely to forget. But that's been and gone. If you'd had the sense to write out something before then, he'd have signed that night to get her to fuck. But now, it's water under the bridge.”
“I see, so either she poses in your stuff, or you get to fuck her again. Seems like you win all around.”

“Stop getting distracted from who your real threat is. If you don't decide on your strategy soon, it will be too late. If he knows I'm helping you, he won't go for it at all.”
I could see Peter was right,
“Come on Gerry, it doesn't matter if he gets something out of it. All we want is to get that prison threat lifted. And as far as I'm concerned, as soon as possible.”
“Ok, but why don't you just do the modelling of his undies, at least that way it doesn't involve having sex with anyone?”
“No, but Graham wanted me to do ten different sessions of that. And even if I do one every night, that still means ten days of being under his threat.”
“So are you saying you want Mr Spencer and this guy to fuck you again?”
“If you want to put it that way; then yes. I'd rather have them do it and get it over with, and then we can get back to our normal life.”

At this point Peter spoke up,
“I think she's got a point Gerry, Graham wouldn't sign anything until she's done all ten parties, and until then, he can keep coming back and manipulating her into doing other things.”
“You're biased. All you want is to get back into her knickers.”
“Well we're running out of time, if I don't move my car soon, he'll be here and then this scam won't work whichever route we follow. Hang on."
He paused for a split second,
"He's just been talking with those two earlier, and so I'll bet he's all fired-up and wanting to try you out with a double fuck.”

Gerry burst out,
“Well he's out of luck.”
“No don't be so hasty. What if I can somehow persuade him to double fuck her, but with you and him being the two men.”
“What you won't get involved at all?”
“Hang on I haven't got this clear in my mind yet.”

There was a pause, and then Peter said,
“Right Mary, you know what he's like, if he thinks you want something, that's the last thing he'll go for. So you need to keep pushing for the ten panty parties. I'll go now, and then I'll phone him, and ask him if there's any chance he can set you up for a double penetration session. But I'll tell him I can't make it until tomorrow. When he tells me he's too horny to wait until then, and that he's already either here, or on his way. I'll suggest he double fucks you with Gerry. That will really appeal to his warped sense of humour.”

He looked at Gerry,
“If you show your disgust at the suggestion; that will make him all the more determined.”
Gerry asked sarcastically,
“So what do you get out of it?”
“I told you, I'm not your enemy; concentrate on getting Graham off your back."
Then he looked at me,
"Will you be able to do this cold, or do you want one of these?"
He was holding out a little yellow pill. I took it from him, and immediately slipped it in my mouth, and picking up the remains of a cold cup of coffee from the table, swigged it down, making sure the pill was gone.

Gerry stammered,
"What in gods name was that?"
I answered,
"Mothers little helper."
He looked at Peter,
"What was it?"
"Nothing to worry about. But it'll help her relax. Now I'd better go. And the form for him to sign, don't even mention it until his already stripping off, and at the point where you know he isn't about to stop. But for gods sake make sure he signs before his fucked you. Right I'm gone.”

As he got to his feet I again went over to him, and reaching up as high as I could, I put my hand around his neck, pulled myself up, and planted a big juicy wet kiss. Not just on his lips, but I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth. During those few moments as I hung from his neck, with our bodies pressed tightly together, I not only felt his cock stiffen as it pressed against my tummy, I also felt a turmoil in there, one I now recognise as a prelude to my arousal. Gerry was stood at my side watching, and I guess his tolerance ran out. He reached up behind Peter's neck, pulled my hands loose and as I dropped back to the floor, he said,
“Enough of that, I thought you were in a hurry.”

Peter replied,
“He's right; just do your best to make it work.”
With that he turned and was on his way. Gerry went on about the pill I'd taken, but I told him we hadn't got time right now, so he let it drop. We put the paper Peter had printed out of sight, and waited. As it was Peter and I could have continued that kiss for at least another ten minutes, as it was a good fifteen minutes before Graham knocked at our door. Mind you, its maybe a good thing Gerry interrupted us when he did, otherwise, left to my own devices, I'd have probably have been riding his cock at this moment. But day-dreaming aside; back to Graham's arrival.

As he waltzed in our front room, with all the swagger of someone who feels in control, he said,
“Are Gerry lad, I've been hearing good things about you.”
“Me? What have I done?”
“This morning. My two business partners.”
Then he winked and nodded towards me,
“Your little lady.”

Gerry's response even took me by surprise,
“Those bastards! If they come here again, I'll fucking kill them.”
Graham looked shocked,
“Why Gerry lad. What did they do?”
“Did you really send them?”
“Well yes. But I thought you might appreciate the money.”
“Money! They came in, saying you'd told them to tell me I had to let both of them have sex with Mary. I said no, but they said you'd hand over your evidence to the police if I didn't cooperate. I said I would phone you to make sure it was really your orders. They again said, no, saying if I did, you'd shop me to the police.”
“So what happened?"
"They took Mary upstairs, both of them at the same time.”
“You went with them?”
“No they wouldn't let me. When they came down, they each threw me five twenty pound notes. And one of them also chucked two tickets to the football match, saying. ‘Here, they're no good to me now the blues are out of the running'.”

“So you're angry with them for only paying two hundred?”
“No. It isn't just that, it was what they did to Mary. They forced her to... oh shit, I can't even say it.”
His acting almost convinced me, and I knew the truth. But as he hesitated and covered his face with his hands, I continued,
“One of them held me while the other took me from behind, and once he was in me, he held me tight, while the first man took me from the front.”
Now it was Graham, who started acting,
“You mean they both fucked you at the same time?”

Gerry answered, and not in his usual submissive tone,
“YES! And there's no need to be crude about it.”
“Now now Gerry lad; lets not forget about your warehouse activities.”
“How can I, but I'd have thought with all Mary's been through, that debt would have been settled by now.”
“I'm not sure it's her who has been through anything; it's more the other way around."
"The other way around? What do you mean?"
"I thought it was more a case of all the men who've been through Mary."
And as he said this he gave a dirty laugh,
"Ha ha,"
"You dirty sod."
"Less of that my boy, I still have the evidence to get you put away."
"That's my point. You've just said in your crude way, she's already done it for you with more than one man. She must have paid off the debt?"
"Well now lad, she hasn't done any of the lingerie parties yet.”
Just as he was speaking his mobile phone started ringing in his pocket.
“Hang on; I'll just see who this is.”

As he looked at the screen on his phone a smile appeared on his face, and the phone went up to his ear,
“Hi Pete old mate. I was just thinking about you.”
“I was just ringing to ask a favour.”
“Course mate, just name it.”
“That bit of skirt you've got jumping through hoops, I've been thinking about what Larry and James did with her this morning, and I can't get it out of my head. I was thinking that maybe instead of getting her to do those undies demos for me, how about arranging a double fuck for some time tomorrow?”
“I'm with her right now; can't you get straight over here?”
“No can do today.”
“Are you sure you can't make it, now you've sown the idea in my head, I quite fancy doing it now.”
“Well go for it.”
“But who with, I've already got a stiffy and its getting worse as we speak.”
“What about that creep of a husband. I would have thought getting him to partner you would have appealed to your warped sense of humour.”
“Shit yes. That's it. Thanks for the idea, call you later once I've done the dirty.”

We obviously didn't hear Peter's end of the conversation, but we assumed he was trying to steer Graham towards what we'd already talked about. As Graham folded his phone and slipped it in his pocket, he said,
“That was Peter.”
Gerry asked,
“The advertising man from the knickers firm?”
“That's him.”
“So did you make arrangements for Mary to model his stuff, so we can call it debt paid?”
“Not that simple.”
“Why, she's agreed to do it for him.”
“Maybe, but he's not sure he wants it modelled anymore.”
I then pleaded,
“Look I know you've got me over a barrel, but I can't take this day after day. If he doesn't want the modelling doing, isn't there any other way we can get this sorted?”

“Well maybe.”
He looked at me as he asked,
“I take it you didn't like the idea of two men fucking you at the same time?”
“No."
And then using the most sarcastic tone I could muster,
"Why, do you think that's some sort of treat?”
He then looked at Gerry,
“And you, have you ever fucked her up the arse?”
“Of course not.”

Graham looked at Gerry,
“Ok I've got a proposition for you. We all go up to your bedroom, and me and your little lady will get comfortable. Once I've got her all juiced-up, I want you on your back on the bed. If you ain't hard, it'll be up to her to get you there. And then once you're ready for action, I want her to drop her snatch onto your dick, and I'll give her the arse fucking of a lifetime.”
“You might as well go now.”
“What are you telling me you'd rather go to jail?”
“You know I don't want jail, but there are some things I won't do.”
“You'll regret it.”

I could see what Gerry was doing, but I thought it was now about time to let Graham think he was calling the shots,
“Look Mr Spencer. Gerry isn't trying to be difficult, but it seems we keep doing what ever you say, and we're no nearer getting this debt to you paid. If. I'm not saying I will, but if we do let you do as you've just said, and Gerry does... you know, join in with you. Will that completely settle our debt?”
“Maybe.”

Gerry took over,
“This is pointless. If you're just going to keep stringing us along, then it might as well end here. Go to the police and get it over with.”
“Don't be so hasty. I said maybe.”
I asked,
“So what is it that will make it a definite?”

“Now let me see. What about if once we get upstairs, Gerry takes your clothes off for me, and then he holds your legs open as I get on the bed and start fucking you. And then once I get you going, we'll just follow the plan I laid out a minute a go.”
Gerry spoke up,
“No way am I preparing my own wife for you to fuck. And I don't care what you say; I'm not having sex with her at the same time as you.”
“But Gerry, if he agrees this is the last thing we need to do, and all your problems are over.”

I then looked up to Graham,
“That is what you're saying; if we do this it is all over?”
“I guess so.”
“Please Gerry, I know you don't want to, and god knows neither do I, but if Graham rights-off the debt, slate clean, then please let's just do it.”
“Ok, but this is the last time.”
Graham had a smug little smile on his face as he said,
“Come on then get your little lady up those stairs, I want to see you preparing her for me.”

We all trouped up to the bedroom, and Graham took the seat by my dressing table whilst Gerry began to remove my clothing. As he released the clip on my bra, Graham said,
“That's it Gerry lad let's see her tits hanging free.”
Gerry continued without comment, and then put his fingers into the waist band of my panties. As he started to peel them down my legs, Graham again goaded,
“Good lad, now we can see that little bald snatch.”

Once I was naked I stepped back and as I sat onto the bed, swung my legs around and lay down full stretch on my back. As Gerry lifted my legs open, Graham came up behind him,
“Ok lad, get your face down there and juice it up ready for my dick.”
Gerry buried his face into my crotch, and his tongue began to lick and flick around my pussy slit, and he gave my mound the occasional chew. Over this last hour, the little yellow pill had been slowly taking effect, so my body had been gradually preparing itself for an inevitable sex session. And not being totally sure of what that session would entail, only served to heighten this arousal. So as Gerry's mouth worked my pussy, and my eyes trained on Graham who was by now naked, and working his cock up ready for action, my hips began their self propelled heaving motion.

By now Graham was stood there with a proud look on his face and his stiff cock in his hand,
“Ok lad, lift her legs up, and hold them as wide as you can. She's got to make room for this little beauty of mine.”
Gerry followed instructions, and up went my ankles, and with him stood at the side of the bed, he lent over the top of me and stretched my legs open wide. As Graham positioned himself in between my legs and lowered his cock into line with my pussy, I looked up to Gerry to see if he was coping with the situation. To my surprise, his eyes were not weepy or diverted from the action. But instead, they were out on stalks, watching Graham's cock as it pushed up into my pussy. I then diverted my gaze to Gerry's pants, and his cock was so aroused, it was sticking out like a centre pole holding up a circus tent.

So as Graham got into his stride, and I started to give in to my arousal, I suddenly remembered the document graham was supposed to sign. I knew I wanted to stop him, to make sure we got his signature, but on my first attempt, no words left my lips. I remember thrashing my arms about trying to get Gerry's attention. But this was fruitless. Then I tried kicking to see if I could break my legs free. This was also to no avail. I swallowed and tried to cry out again, and still all I got was a pathetic sigh, like a dying person's last breath.

But just then Gerry looked my way and said,
“Stop kicking you silly bitch.”
My head reeled, and I couldn't believe my ears. He was deeper into a trance than I was, and it was as if it was some kind of game or roll play. But what ever it was, it was his oblivion to my plight, which brought my voice back under my control. As I let fly this time, I was that loud, I almost scared myself,
“GERRY. STOP HIM.”
Graham didn't flinch; he just kept pumping his stiff shaft deep up inside my pussy. But Gerry shook, and then reality must have kicked-in.
“What? What's wrong?”
“Stop him. Put my legs down. He hasn't signed the form.”

The next few minutes were almost a comedy situation, me thrashing around, Gerry trying to pull Graham free, and Graham just steaming ahead as if on auto-pilot. But eventually, maybe after a minute or so, grahams cock slipped out, more I think due to my thrashing around than Gerry's tugging. But between us, the fuck was actually halted. Graham looked none to pleased, and snarled.
“What the fucks going on?”
I said to Gerry,
"Get that piece of paper from my dresser.”
Gerry brought the paper and gave it to Graham.

“What the fucks this? Couldn't it have waited to we'd finished?”
I replied,
“No it couldn't. You said this would be the last time, and I want you to sign that to make sure it is.”
He read it and then said,
“Where did you get this shit from?”
“I wrote it.”
He threw it on the floor,
“It's all crap. It isn't worth the paper it's written on. Now get her legs back up. Before I do it myself.”

I pulled myself up to the head of the bed and said,
“If it's all crap, it won't hurt you to sign it.”
“Stop fucking me around. Get back down here before I get rough.”
Gerry had stepped back, taken hold of my dresser chair, and he held it over his head as he said,
“You move towards her and I'll break this over your head.”
“Put that down you stupid fool. Where do you think you are in some western saloon?”
“I'm warning you, if you so much as lean towards her, I'll fucking do it.”

He looked down at the paper on the floor where he'd thrown it,
“Ok, I'm just going to pick this up.”
He took hold of the paper and read it again.
“It's like I said, pure shit. Even if I sign it; it wouldn't stand up in a court of law.”
I again spoke,
“So sign it and you can have your fuck.”
As I said the last bit, still well out of his reach, I spread my knees open and flashed my wet and juicy pussy at him.

“Where's the pen?”
“Get him a pen Gerry.”
“I can't put this chair down until he's signed.”
“I think you can, I don't think he'd like you to break it over his back while he is busy ramming my pussy. I think he knows a normal household chair would hurt more than the stunt chairs in his western movies.”
Gerry slowly put down his chair, and graham didn't try to make any advances. So when Gerry handed him the pen he signed it.
“Ok, now are you happy?”
“Oh yes.”
At this I pushed myself down the bed towards him, lifted my legs high in the air, and let them fall wide open. As graham looked down at my glistening pussy, I said to Gerry,
“Make sure you put that somewhere safe, I don't want him getting any ideas about destroying it.”
Then looking down at Graham through the 'V' formed by my legs, I said,
“Come on then, let's see how well you and my Gerry can work as a team.”

I could see my eagerness wasn't the reaction Graham wanted, but even if his gut reaction would have been to try some other route to humiliate me, his ardour got the better of him. He was back on top of me, and thrusting his cock for all he was worth. Not I hasten to add at a mad pace, but never the less, his purposeful long strokes were delivered with an almost vengeful force. But if this action was in any way designed to intimidate or worry me, he couldn't have been wider of the mark. As each thrust neared the end of its stroke, my hips would lift, bringing my crotch into contact with his groin in a squelchy collision. He rammed me in this manner for a good five to ten minutes, and I began to think he'd forgotten about his original intention involving Gerry.

While this thought was milling through my head, I felt him grip me tightly to his body, and with his cock firmly deep up inside me, he rolled over on the bed, settling on his back, with me above him. Then as he released his grip, I took my weight with my knees either side of him, and continued the fuck, keeping to his long and deliberate strokes, and ending each one with my whole weight forcing myself down onto his cock. His attention however seemed momentarily distracted, and there wasn't any deliberate attempt on his part to deliver a simultaneous push.

As I opened my eyes I could see his gaze was also diverted, and I looked in the direction of his attention. Gerry was just at the point of stepping from his boxer-shorts, and his cock was as big, if not bigger than I'd ever seen it. To say he was aroused would be an understatement. Graham called across to him,
“Come on then. I'll hold her while you work it up her arse.”
Gerry couldn't wait, and in seconds he was on the bed behind me, and his cock began to push at my bottom.

Now I know I was well and truly arouse, but Gerry didn't even rub the end of his cock around in the surplus amount of my sticky juices. He just pushed. Even though I was well worked up and willing to take it, it didn't even enter. I felt the pain as he about ripped my flesh, and instinctively let out a yell,
“CHRIST! Gerry.”
Graham must have instantly known what was wrong; I guess you can put that down to his experience in these things. He said to Gerry,
“For gods sake lad, wet it up a bit. If you rip her arse she won't be worth fucking.”

And then Graham did something I didn't expect. He withdrew his cock completely from my pussy, and then said,
“Go on lad, get it in there and juice it up a bit.”
Gerry was instantly up in my pussy, and bashing like a mad dog with only seconds to live. Graham spoke again,
“Take your time, and while you're wetting your dick, use your fingers to get some of her snatch juices into her arse.”
I never thought I'd be grateful to Graham, especially for him giving sex instructions to my own husband.

But Gerry followed instructions, and when he next pushed his cock at my bottom, I got that wonderful surge of exhilaration that I'd come to expect from this experience. But then Graham re-entered my pussy, and with the addition of this extra cock, and the stretching this caused, it took the stimulation onto a higher plain. Now all the anxiety of getting Graham to sign or question over Gerry's willingness to take part, was over, I just let myself drift off into the land of lust. Between them ramming my body from different direction and at different paces, and my own uncontrollable humping motion, the very essence of my being was aflame with passion.

They fucked me in this manner for maybe five minutes, before, at Graham's command, it was all change. I now had Gerry underneath me, and he just resumed his fucking of my pussy, but with an eagerness I'd not felt from him for a very long time. Graham was on his knees, and pushing his cock at my bottom. Once it entered, he didn't just ram it up hard, but started with his slow strokes, and then gradually increased the pace. So now as they both resumed their individual rhythms, we set forth on the next, and as it was to be final stage of this session. I have to say at this point, the fact that my husband was one of my two partners didn't in anyway influence my behaviour or even my pleasure. At this stage of the action, it could have been any two men; not that I'd admit that to Gerry.

Although I guess over time it must have become obvious to Gerry, that this method of having sex, (two men), would become my favourite. It didn't matter whether they took turns at my pussy or use my bottom or throat. Over time, I've come to believe, once there are more than two men involved, they loose that personal touch and tenderness which is so important to put you at your ease. And one man by himself can rarely give the overall stimulation. These statements are like any generalisation, not cast in stone, and you never know at the outset of any encounter, just how good it will be.

But back to these two, Graham and my husband. I felt Graham was still attempting to make his action as aggressive as possible, but as my body was in full fuck mode, the harder he pounded the more I liked it. Whereas my Gerry was fucking deeper and harder than I'd ever known, and I don't think it was deliberate, I just think he was so turned on. I even think he had forgotten it was his own wife he was fucking. As they both fucked, neither of them diverted any of their attention towards simultaneously fondling or exciting any other part of my body. Gerry's hands were on my waist as I rode on top of him. And Graham had one arm down by my side taking his weight, whilst gripping a handful of my hair with the other.

I was surprised that Gerry managed to keep up this action for so long without shooting his cum, but in the event, after maybe five minutes of this last position, he was the first to cum. As I detected his jerky movements, my own orgasm just erupted, not as the result of a conscious decision, just an automatic response to the feeling in my pussy. Once my pussy actions started, I assume either my bottom had also started to pulse, or the reverberation from my pussy must have reached Graham in my bottom. But what ever was the cause, my pussy had only just started to pulse, when Graham about ripped the handful of hair from my head as he rammed so hard, shooting his cum deep up inside my bottom.

From that point I just went to dream land while they finished delivering there cum. Once they'd finished, they left me on the bed still moaning and writhing around. Gerry said it took a good five minutes before I came to my senses, but that it appears is now normal for me. When I got downstairs after my shower, Graham had left, and Gerry asked,
“Are you ok?”
“Yes. Are you?”
“I guess so. But I don't want to talk about it.”
“Fine by me. Have you got that paper he signed put away somewhere safe?”
“Yes for all the good it is.”

“What do you mean?”
“Mr Spencer said we might as well rip it up and burn it. He says if he calls the police, they'll laugh if we show them that. He recons it has no legal standing at all.”
“I'll bet he does. But I hope you didn't fall for that and let him get hold of it?”
“No. I knew you'd blow-up if I did that. But he says you need to stop in this afternoon, he's got a hairdresser and beautician coming here to give you the once over ready for tonight.”

“What. And you didn't tell him to go and get stuffed?”
“No way. I don't think he's kidding about that stupid paper, and it isn't worth risking him going to the police.”
“What so you're expecting me to go with him tonight.”
“We have to. It's not worth risking everything; all he wants you to do, is go to some dinner function as his guest. It's not like he wants you to do sex or anything.”
“You're so gullible. Where's that card Peter gave you?”

He reached into his inside pocket and gave me the card he pulled from it. I went to the phone and rang Peter's number.
“Hello. Is that you Peter?”
“Yes. Is that Mary?”
“Yes, Graham's just left.”
“Did he sign the paper?”
“Yes. But he said...”
Peter interrupted,
“Never mind what he said, you've got the signed paper there?”
“Yes.”
“I'll be right over. See you in about twenty minutes.”

As soon as I put the phone down Gerry asked,
“Well what did he say?”
“He's coming straight over; he'll be here in twenty minutes.”
“But what did he say when you were going to tell him what Mr Spencer said?”
“He just said, never mind, so long as he's signed it.”
“Well I guess we'll just have to see what he says when he gets here. Oh, isn't there anything you need to do to make sure you're ready for when the hairdresser gets here?”
“Only be ready to tell her to piss-off. I told you, Graham can go fuck himself.”
“Please Mary. Lets not be too hasty about this, I know you think a lot about this Peter fella, but don't get your hopes up. I'm not sure he isn't just trying something on to get into your knickers himself.”

I gave him an evil look, and said,
“If that's all you can say, I think it would be better if you kept quiet.”
“I'm only...”
“Only fuck-all! I don't want to hear it.”
And with that I stormed out into the kitchen. Whilst out there I made us both some sandwiches and then returned to the lounge where we sat silently eating them. Then the knocker on the front door broke the silence, and I went to see who it was. I was pleased to see it was Peter, and I hurriedly ushered him in.

I handed him the paper, and he immediately put his name under Graham's, and then signed it as a witness.
“Ok I'll get this to my legal boys, and make sure it's kosher. As soon as I know it's watertight, I'll ring you back.”
“But what should we do until then?”
“About what?”
“He's sending some girls here to doll me up, and he wants me to go with him tonight to some function.”
“Have you accepted?”
“I haven't, but I think Gerry gave him the impression I'd go.”
“Ring him back now and stall him. Tell him you've already got something arranged, don't tell him you won't do it, just make excuses about tonight. I don't want you pissing him off until we are sure this is going to do the trick.”

“What shall I tell him I'm doing?”
“Well I think after these last few days, you could do with a night out. What is your favourite type of evening entertainment?”
“I don't know, maybe a film or going out to a pub for a meal.”
“A meal? Don't forget I saw you eating the other night. You hardly eat enough to keep a sparrow alive. I don't think eating is your first love, otherwise you wouldn't have a waist like yours.”
“Well I used to like ballroom dancing, but Gerry isn't keen on it, so I haven't been for years.”
"I wasn't asking what Gerry liked; it's you who needs the treat."

“That's it. Can I use your phone?”
He dialled a number, and then,
“Hello, this is Mr Harris. Can you tell me, is the ballroom open tonight?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well I have two guests of mine who will be arriving around eight. I'd like you to let them have my table. My membership number is 876954. Ok have you got that?”
“Yes sir.”
“Thank you. Bye.”

He put the phone down, and said,
“That's it sorted, it's the Marriott Hotel in town, so it's not too far to go. All you have to do is book a cab, and make sure your good lady has a wonderful time.”
Gerry didn't look that impressed,
“You tell us to go out and enjoy ourselves, and you arrange for us to go to a dance? And ballroom dancing at that. My god, I'll be bored out of my brain.”
“The idea was to give your wife a treat. She's the one whose been carrying the strain these last few days.”

“Her, what about me? I'm the one being threatened with prison.”
“Yes but you were the one who committed the crime. The only thing she's done wrong was to marry you. Now are you going to take her, or do you want me to do it for you?”
“You? So that's your game. I knew you were after another fuck.”
“For your information, some of us can appreciate what we've already been given, and feel we ought to do something to pay back our debts. And yes I'd love to take your wife out, it would make me proud to been seen out with a girl as gorgeous as her on my arm. But if I did, she'd be treated like a lady, and the only way the night would end up with personal contact, would be if she initiated it. So are you taking her out or not?”

“But it'll cost a bomb.”
“Don't talk silly. You've got four hundred quid from those two men this morning. And I think you'll agree you owe your Mary a treat. It'll cost you no more than a tenner each way for the cab. The entrance and my table will be free. The meal and drinks won't come to more than eighty. So for just one hundred, you can show your little lady how much she means to you.”
Gerry's answer wasn't a resounding confirmation,
“I Guess so.”
Then Peter looked at me,
“Tonight is your night. I'll try my best to get this paper sorted by my legal men, and if possible let you know before you go out. But whether you know or not, just forget about the problems and have a good time.”
Then as he walked to the door he said to Gerry,
“Make sure she knows how much she's appreciated.”
Gerry flicked his hand up to his head in a mock salute, as he sarcastically said,
“Yes sir.”

Then as Peter walked down the path, and was just about out of earshot, he added,
“Fuck you!”
“Gerry! There was no need for that.”
“Who the fuck does he think he is. Telling me what I should or shouldn't do. You're my fucking wife.”
“But you will ring Graham and tell him I can't go with him tonight?”
“I'm not sure we should upset him.”
My last request to Gerry have been just that, a request, asked in an imploring tone. But his answer didn't please me, and I snapped back,
“I don't care what you think. Either you ring that dirty sod or I will. And if I ring him, I'll get him so wound up, he'll fucking explode.”
“Keep your hair on. I'll ring him; you go and clear away those plates and things from our lunch.”

I stormed out into the kitchen, and began to clear away and wash-up all the stuff from our lunch-time snack. I guess it was about fifteen minutes later while I was still busy in the kitchen, I heard a knock on the front door. Gerry answered it, and I could hear female voices coming into the house. As I left the kitchen, and made eye contact with the first of the three girls, she said,
“Hi Mary, where do you want us to put our gear?”
It took me by surprise; it was the girls who'd prepared me for that first photo shoot at graham's place. I hastily answered,
“Err. Can you just pile it all in the hall for a moment, and then you can all wait in the front room while I have a word with my husband.”

They looked a little put-out by my request, but they followed my instructions, and while they went into the front room I dragged Gerry into the kitchen to find out what was going on.
“I thought I told you to cancel those girls?”
“Don't get all het-up, I phoned Mr Spencer, and he said it was too late to cancel, he'd have to pay them anyway. So he said being as we are going out tonight, you could have the beauty treatment on him.”
“But he knows I'm not going out with him tonight?”
“Yes. He understands we've got our own lives. He says he'll give us a call in the morning to re-arrange the thing he'd got planned for tonight.”
“Well ok. Hopefully by then Peter will have got that statement sorted, and we can tell Graham to go get fucked.”
“Maybe. We'll see.”

So I went up to my room with the three girls, and between them they worked on every part of my body. It was somewhere around five in the afternoon when I heard the phone down stairs, and I could hear Gerry answering it, but not what was being said. Gerry called up to me,
“It's Mr Harris, he's got good news for you; can you come to the phone?”
We have a phone in the bedroom, so with my hair still embroiled in clips and twirled rags, I picked it up. As I spoke, I could tell by the sound in the ear-piece, Gerry must still be listening down stairs.

“Hello, is that you Peter?”
“Yes, and I've got real good news. As far as Gerry is concerned, he can forget all about Graham's threats.”
“Oh Peter, you don't know how much that means to us.”
“Well it doesn't end there. Because Graham has, in effect, taken the responsibility for Gerry's actions, he has now made himself responsible for the insurance fraud. And no matter what he signed on that paper, that is a real fraud, and it has taken place.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, my lawyers have sent him an instruction, telling him to return all photos, videos and any kind of recorded material that he has, with you or Gerry. If he doesn't comply, he is under threat of his confession being brought to the attention of the authorities.”

“Do you think he'll comply?”
“Well he'll have to at least hand over some of what he's taken, but no matter how much he keeps, he won't dare to show any of it to anyone else in case it finds its way into the public domain. He knows if that happens, he will end up serving the same sentence he forecast for Gerry. So all the stuff he took of you in compromising situations, is now safe. Gerry says your getting ready for your night out, you go and enjoy yourself, and do it knowing things are now sorted.”
“Oh Peter, I know I'll never be able to pay you back for what you've done for us, but please come to see us tomorrow, and I'll at least try to show you how much we owe you.”
“I'll come, but I won't hold you to promises of that sort. When tomorrow arrives, if you're still of a mind, and your Gerry is in agreement, maybe then I will take up your offer. But for now, go and let your hair down. Bye for now.”
 
With that I dropped the receiver back, knowing Gerry had heard every word about Graham's videoing of my sexual antics, and my offer to Peter. I spent the rest of the afternoon being pampered and preened, and by seven in the evening, even if this does sound boastful, I looked absolutely stunning. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, in the new underwear one of these girls had brought with her, and just like a couple of days previous, I had difficulty believing this was really me. From drab everyday housewife to drop dead gorgeous, and it had only taken just a few short hours. Then as I was looking in the mirror, the girl appeared behind me, holding up a dress. This was not an everyday going out dress, or even a going out to dinner sexy number; no, this was straight off ‘Come Dancing', or some stage musical.

Flamboyant in style, and showy to the point of being blatantly erotic. The underwear I was already wearing must have been chosen with this kind of dress in mind, as the dress did little to cover it up, and it was only the underwear that provided any real flesh cover. My first reaction was; no way, and that was also my first words to the girl who was holding it up for me to see,
“No way. I can't go out in something like that.”
“But I was told you were going to a high class ballroom function.”
“Well I guess we are.”
“Well in that case, everyone else will be wearing something along these lines, not necessarily as expensive as this, but just as revealing.”
“Surely not? This is more like a stage costume for a chorus line dancer.”
“I'm not being funny, but how long is it since you went to one of these dances.”
“A while ago, I guess.”
“Well I'm not kidding, this is normal these days, especially since the TV and films have made this kind of dancing popular. In fact, I was worried you might think this dress a little understated.”
“My god no. I guess I can try it on and see what my husband thinks.”

So dressed in this ‘understated' dress I made my way down stairs, and into the front room where Gerry was waiting. I think the reaction from us both was the same; I know the initial comment was,
“My god!”
Was spoke as one, so overlapping were our voices, it was closer than an echo. I'd never before seen him in a tuxedo, complete with bow-tie, and when I said it was hard to believe the girl in the mirror was me; it was hard to believe the man in my front room was Gerry, he looked so smart and handsome. So I guess it wasn't surprising Gerry found my appearance difficult to take in.

You can imagine the kind of remarks we made about each other, and eventually, we both came to terms with ourselves, and each others appearances. I had thought going on past experience, he wouldn't have wanted to be seen out with me looking like this, but to my surprise, he was very complimentary. The three girls left, and at around seven-thirty, someone was knocking at our door. I said,
“The taxis early.”
“It isn't a taxi; we're going in Mr Spencer's limo.”
My heart dropped,
“Gerry, don't tell me he's waiting out there?”
“No. He's lent us his car. He said as you weren't going with him tonight, he had no use for it.”
“I don't like being beholden to him.”
“Relax, it's saving us money.”

I decided to let the subject drop, and out we went to the limo. It did feel grand; both dressed to the nines, and being driven in this big car. We even got a voice-over from the driver telling us there was champagne on ice in the drinks cabinet, and we were to help ourselves. Gerry was soon pouring out the glasses, and we drank as the car carried us effortlessly to the ball. When the car pulled up in the reception courtyard, and we stepped out, I looked up at the big illuminated sign. ‘CLUB EXOTIQUE'

I turned to Gerry,
“This isn't the right place. We're supposed to be going to the Marriott Hotel.”
“It is right. Mr Spencer said they hold ballroom dancing here, and being as he's a member, we not only get in free and get a free table, but he also said our meals and all our drinks will be free.”
“You tight fisted sod. You've brought us here, just to get out of paying one hundred measly quid.”
“But this place is better than the one Mr Harris suggested, he says here they have professional dancers to act as dance partners, you know I hate dancing.”

I reluctantly let him lead me in, and as we walked into what I can't deny was a sumptuous ballroom, I asked him,
“So am I going to find Graham appearing at some point during the evening?”
“No. We're here on our own.”
“Well I might as well be on my own, I guess you'll be sitting at the bar drinking while I dance with a perfect stranger.”
“But I did it for you.”
“That's rich. So how do you make that out?”
“You like dancing, you know you do. I'm useless at it, and I always end-up either tripping you up or treading on your toes.”

Now I hate to admit it, but there was more than a hint of truth in his statement. But for all his clumsiness on the dance floor, I'd much rather have spent this night with him than a stranger.
By now we were being shown to a table at the edge of the dance floor, and as a waiter handed us the menu, I could see Gerry's eyes were on stalks, looking at what looked like professional dancers as they stepped out across the floor. These dancers didn't look like girls out to have a good time, but more like competitors warming up for a dance competition. And their dresses, were as my dresser earlier had predicted, every bit as revealing if not more so than mine.

We ordered our meal, and again, I can't complain about anything to do with that part of the evening. The food and wine were wonderful, and we were treated like some kind of royalty. Then after we'd finished, and the table was cleared, up came a well dressed man, but he didn't look quite like one of the waiters.
“Excuse me sir, madam. I believe you would like to make use of our dance partner service?”
Gerry began to answer before I could stop him,
“Ah, yes, my wife would...”
I interrupted him,
“Please Gerry. Before you go to the bar, at least come on the floor for one dance.”
Gerry looked at me, and then turning back to this man,
“It looks like we won't need you just yet, but once I've tripped over her dress a few times and she gets fed-up with my two left feet; then you can come back.”

So the man left us, and we went out onto the floor. With Gerry, it wasn't really a case of dancing around, he'd just shuffle his feet, and no matter what dance was being played, we'd just slowly edge our way around the floor. But although I could tell he was hating every second, it felt so good to lay my head on his chest, knowing all the worries of the past week were now gone. I guess I was in a kind of dream as we slowly moved around the floor, with all these real dancers gliding past. Then my trance was broken as Gerry said,
“This is where I get off.”
I opened my eyes, and lifted my head,
“What. Oh. We're back to our table.”
“That's it girl, once around the floor is one too many times for me. As soon as that guy finds you a partner, I'm off to the bar.”

Before I'd hardly re-seated myself, the man was back at our table, and asking Gerry,
“Do you require our partner service now sir?”
This time Gerry looked at me, as if to ask if I was ready, and I nodded.
“Yes, I think my wife is ready now.”
The man now turned to face me,
“Would madam like me to bring the book, or would you prefer to come with me, and make your selection in person?”
Before I answered, Gerry quipped,
“My god, they've even got a menu for choosing the right man. I bet it's called a manu.”
“Ignore my husband; he thinks he's a comedian. I'll come with you, its more important the partner is the right height, and I can judge that better by standing in front of him, rather than seeing him in a book and reading his measurement.”

The man bowed his head, as he replied,
“As you wish madam, this way.”
I walked in the direction he'd ushered, and he followed, just half a pace behind me. Gerry, of course, immediately turned and headed for the bar. We proceeded from the dance floor, and along various corridors. If it was necessary to make a turn, the man would just lean forwards, and give directions with his arm, and then as we arrived at a door, he lent forwards and opened it, allowing me to go in first. In the room were about ten men all sat around either reading or watching the TV in the corner of the room. As soon as they saw me entering, the TV was switched off, and all men put down their books and magazines, and began to form an orderly line across the room. They stood there to attention, like soldiers on parade. I was ushered to walk along the line, and it felt so surreal, as if I was the queen inspecting the guard of honour. But from the ten men, I found three that I'd say were the right height for me.

I don't think I've mentioned it, but dancing is a long standing love of mine, and I'd originally started my dancing at around ten years old. Like lots of girls of this age, it was just somewhere for mom to send me on a Saturday morning to keep me amused. I guess at around fifteen, I'd moved into the ballroom training, and by seventeen, there was talk of me making it my profession. But again, like lots of seventeen year old girls, I discovered boys. Well dating boys and regular training sessions don't mix, and as one had to go, the dancing took the back seat. I still went to regular dances on Saturday nights, but all thoughts of becoming a pro just disintegrated. (Funny how that word, ‘pro' can mean different things depending on what context it is used) But back to the present, and the reason for me mentioning my past experience. I was always told, 'to enter a dance competition, it is most important to get the correct match of heights between the partners. The girl should turn her head slightly to her left and lean it forwards. That is to say, towards her right ear, this should then rest against the shoulder of her partner.' If you had been partnering someone for a few years, especially in your teens, it was often the case one of the partners would grow out of this symmetry. In these cases, special shoes would have to be made to rectify the height.

But I'm drifting again. Back to my choice of three. One looked too smug, I'm sure he thought he was god's gift to women, but not the man for me. Then there was a man around forty to fifty, very distinguished, and handsome; but somehow, not my type. And the man I opted for, I'd guess aged in his late twenties, big broad shoulders, and in some ways, he looked very like my brother. I turned and looked at the man who'd escorted me to the room,
“Can I choose this one?”

“Certainly madam. His name is Gregory. So you can call him Greg if you wish.”
I looked back to the man I'd chosen,
“What do you prefer?”
He didn't answer, but the other man did,
“It's your choice madam; he isn't allowed to have an opinion.”
“Ok, Greg it is. Will you take my arm Greg?”
As he stepped forwards and slipped his arm through mine, the other man asked,
“And how should he address you, Madam, Mrs Kendal or would you like him to use your first name?”
“Well Mary is my name, so I think that would be just fine.”
“Ok Greg, can you escort Mrs Kendal to the dance floor.”
He then made eye contact with me as he said,
“I hope you have a wonderful evening. If there is anything else you need just get Greg to contact me.”

As he escorted me back along the corridors, I said,
“Now old sour puss has gone, what name do you really want me to call you?”
“I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to get personal. If they found out, I'd get the sack.”
“Oh come on. I can't enjoy myself if you're going to be a stuffed shirt.”
“Well providing you don't let on; my mates call me Trav.”
“Trav, how on earth did you get that from Gregory, or is that your middle name?”
“No it's nothing to do with my name; it was just a name from my teens. When I was going to dance classes, my mates all used to take the pi... Oh I'm sorry. I mean the used to kid me, saying I was like John Travolta. And I guess the name stuck.”
“So you like dancing?”
“My god yes, if I was better at it, I'd have been a pro. But although I try, I'll never make it big time. And you? Are you just here to enjoy yourself, or are you here to compete?”

“To have a good time and relax. Why is there a competition on tonight?”
“Yes, it's the Latin American sessions tonight. I thought with your dress, maybe you were going to enter.”
“No, the dress was... oh maybe that's a story for another time. But no, I didn't even know there would be a competition on tonight.”
“But do you dance?”
“Yes.”
“I mean competition style?”
“Well I trained, but that was years ago, and I haven't even been on the floor for ages.”

At this point we were back in the ballroom and just walking onto the floor,
“Ok, let's see how much you remember.”
He started cautiously, and although it had been so long since I last danced, real dancing that is, it was, as they say, like riding a bike. From the moment I felt him pulling my body up against his, and I felt that guiding push from his hip, the steps just seemed to come without even thinking about it. Within just the first few steps, it was like going back all those years, and it felt so wonderful gliding around the floor. By the time the first dance had finished, which by the way had been a waltz, it was almost as though we'd been partners for months. And then as the band struck up again, and as the Foxtrot started, we were off. During this dance he tentatively tried one or two of the more flamboyant movements, and I instinctively responded as he threw me into a spin at the end of each movement.

As I glanced around, it became obvious people seated around the dance floor were beginning to take notice of us, as were one or two of the other dancers. As the dance ended, Trav said,
“Well you certainly haven't forgotten how to dance. Now would you like to enter for the competition later?”
“Don't be silly. I'm just enjoying myself, it's been so long, and I hadn't realised just how much I'd missed the feeling of floating around like that. You're such a good lead; I don't think I've ever had a partner as experienced as you.”
“Don't sell yourself short. You don't need me to lead you, you're a natural dancer.”
“Thank you. But as I said, I'm only here to enjoy myself tonight.”

“No reason why you can't do that, and at the same time make some money.”
“What money?”
“This is a preliminary for next years dance show on TV, and this is big business. The prise money for just this one section, the Latin American; is worth five hundred.”
“You have to be kidding?”
“No. And I think there's an outside chance we could take that prise.”
“No way. I'm so out of practice.”
“But I can tell you're a real dancer. All you need is some advice on the flashy stuff.”

“What do you mean?”
“Most of this lot are new to the game, and they are nearly all relying on the glitz and glamour to impress the judges. You already know how to dance; now you just need a few flashy moves.”
“But we wouldn't have time to practice.”
“Hang on, if you wait here for just a few minutes, I'll go and make some inquiries.”
With that he was gone, and I sat alone at my table. I was only alone for a few minutes, before Trav returned with another man.

“This is William, he runs a dance class.”
“Hi, Mary isn't it?”
“Yes, I don't know what Trav has told you, but I never was that good, and I'm way out of practice.”
“Well if you'd like to take to the floor, I'll only need to see you do a couple of circuits, and then I'll tell you what I think.”
Trav took my hand,
“Come on; let's show him what you can do.”
So off we went, and even though in my own mind I didn't believe I was that good, I knew, good or not, this was something that really gave me pleasure. So I just let myself be guided by Trav, and didn't attempt to inhibit the normally hidden extrovert side of my nature.

When we arrived back at the table, William was full of praise, and he hurriedly ushered us off along the corridors, and into a small dance studio. It had three walls lined with mirrors, two of which had a dance support bar running along their length. We three were the only ones in the room, and he didn't waste any time in explaining the situation to me.

“What you lack is the ‘New style', but it is obvious, you already have the dancing itself well and truly mastered. But what you'll be mostly up against out there is girls who can't really dance, but have been practicing the style, and flamboyant movements. Now I can show you quickly a few of the modern movements, which are all based upon the principle of using sexually provocative poses to wow the judges, and of course, once you appear on TV, the viewer. I could see from that brief step around the floor you are not afraid to use your body, and if you put out the poses with enough unashamed daring, I'm sure you are in with a chance of getting at least into the top three.”

“You really think so?”
“Yes; but as with all these things, it is the connection between you and the judges that makes the final deciding factor. Don't eye them directly, but surreptitious glances, and coy flirting usually wins votes.”
“I'm not sure I can do that.”
“Well that's up to you, of course. Now let's show you how to display yourself, without making it look too blatant.”

We spent only about fifteen minutes, but in that time he got Trav to throw me in slow motion into various positions. And as I'd roll or twist from Trav's arms, William would manoeuvre my body and even legs into a pose he wanted me to take. Then he said,
“Ok, I think you've got enough ideas there, just go out and dance your socks off, using which ever of the poses I've shown you that you feel comfortable with. But remember, look happy, try to look natural, and if you catch the eye of a judge, flirt. Now go and have fun.”

We were soon out on the floor and even with these new poses, I just let myself go, exposing my assets, such as they were, for all to see. Not that our dancing was any more extrovert than the other professional dancers, but just more than I was used to. I guess we had almost thirty minutes on the floor before the announcement came over the speakers,
“Ladies and gentlemen. We are pleased to announce the first section of our Latin American dance competition. So if you can all return to your tables, we will then get our competition couples on the floor and the show can begin. Oh and if there are any couples out there who have not yet registered, and want to compete, please make sure you do so before taking to the floor. Thank you, and now we will have the first dance.”

As the floor cleared, and the band struck up with the first dance, Trav said,
“Ok Mary; lets show them what we can do.”
“But we haven't registered.”
“That's been taken care of, come on.”
So without any further talking we were off. He danced so effortlessly, and his confident manner somehow began to influence me and my ability. By the time the first round had been judged, they whittled the initial thirty plus couples down to just six; and we were one of that six. This in itself was way beyond what I could have expected, and even this achievement helped to boost my confidence.

So now as each dance began the judges only had six couples to follow, and this, of course, meant their appraisal could be a lot more critical. Throughout this session, I did make a conscious effort to engage either of the two male judges in fleeting eye contact. And although I say it myself, I felt I was successful in this undertaking on several occasions with both men individually. But then as we got towards the end of the round, I think the not knowing how well we were doing, coupled with my lack of experience, began to show. At one point as Trav span me around, I missed my footing, and in the resultant trip, my hand slipped from his grip. I sprawled across the floor, and came to rest only a few feet from the platform where the judges were seated, so there wasn't even a chance I'd gotten away with my blunder without being seen.

Trav was instantly down by my side, and his expert movements as he lifted me back to my feet could in a normal dance, have almost led onlookers to think this was part of a deliberate movement. But it was obvious to the judges, that I'd made a gaffe. As I was being helped to my feet, my eyes met up with one of these judges; and although it is impossible to be sure. The look he gave me, didn't convey ‘You stupid girl', but more ‘I want to have sex with you'. As I say, that is just my interpretation, and I could have been wild of the Mark.

The round ended, and there was the usual build-up to the announcement of the two couples who would go on to the grand finale later in the evening. I guess you won't be surprised to find out, Trav and I were chosen as one of these two. But I for one was absolutely flabbergasted, and I even came over in a mild faint, requiring Trav to slip his arm around my back, and take my weight as he helped me back to our table. Even the judge who was doing the announcements noticed, and asked over the microphone if I was alright. This I can tell you didn't help my situation, and only served to make me blush bright red as the spot light picked me out for all to see.

But once the dance floor was returned to normal dancing, and I was again alone with Trav, I soon regained my composure, and had just settled down to drink the glass of wine he'd ordered for me, when Gerry arrived at the table.
“So. Was I right to bring you here or do you still think we should have gone to the Marriott?”
I'd been having such a wonderful time, I'd forgotten about the earlier argument about our venue for the night. But I reluctantly replied,
“Yes, you were right. We can go out for a romantic evening on our own any night.”

Then Gerry asked, while looking at Trav,
“So are you two going to win the big prize tonight?”
“Well sir, I'll do my best, and if I don't let your wife down, then she has every chance of going home a winner.”
Just then the man who'd arrived at our table earlier asking if I required a dancing partner, re-appeared at our table. We later found out this was the ballroom manager. He walked directly up to Gerry, and taking him to one side, they began to talk. With the volume of the music, I couldn't hear what was being said, but Gerry turned and as he held his hand out towards me, he said,
“Come on, looks like you've attracted the attention of some kind of big-wig.”
Still seated, I asked,
“Who? And what does he want?”
“Don't look so suspicious. He's a Japanese business man. Very rich, he owns one of the biggest manufacturing companies in Japan.”
“So what? Why would he want to meet us?”

Gerry lent across and whispered in my ear,
“He owns this place. And he just wants to meet you.”
“But I don't want to meet him. I'm happy where I am.”
Gerry again whispered in my ear,
“He can fix the result of the dance competition.”
“So what does he want in return?”
Again in a whisper,
“Keep your voice down. Don't be so silly, if he can fix it for you to win, if we don't go, he could also fix it so you to loose.”
“So?”
“It's five hundred quid. Since when did you get so rich you could turn your nose up at that sort of money?”
“That depends on what he expects in return.”
“Don't be silly. In a place like this? You've been watching too many films.”

Then as he gave my hand a tug,
“Now come on.”
I let myself be led to my feet, and off we went following in the managers footsteps. We entered a lift, and then as the doors opened on the first floor, we walked out into the most sumptuous of apartments. All around we men dressed in traditional Japanese male attire, some even had swords. It was almost like Gerry had just said, a film set. But for some reason, the sight of these men dressed this way felt threatening. Nothing you could put your finger on, but never the less, I felt a shiver of fear go down my spine.

We were ushered across to one side of the room where there was a glass window running the full length of this wall, and seated looking outwards was a tiny man, also dressed in traditional Japanese clothes. But his robes were obviously very expensive cloth, and they shimmered with gold and silver threads inlaid into the material. As we arrived at his side, his seat turned, and his eyes looked me up and down. This in itself reinforced my apprehension, as his gaze was one of a lecher invading every inch as he scanned. I instantly turned my head to avoid he eyes as they reached my face. In that few seconds, I was staring out of the window, and from this vantage point had a panoramic view of the whole dance floor.
My trance was broken by the little man's sharp and shrill voice as he snapped out something in Japanese. The manager then spoke, translating for the little man, but in a manner that led me to think he was almost afraid of him.
“Quickly! Turn and bow to Mr Aioka. He thinks you're being discourteous.”
I turned to face him, and lowered my head in a half-hearted show of servitude. The manager then said,
“No. Like this, and lower your eyes; it's not your place to look him in the face.”
As he spoke he had placed both his hands together in front of his chest, as if praying, as he bowed his body low. I looked at Gerry, and then as I began to turn towards the door I said,
“He can go take a running jump. I'm off.”

The manager's face was horror struck, and Gerry just looked confused. But before I'd moved one step, four of the men who'd up until this moment, been just standing near the outside of the room; made a dash towards Gerry and I. I'd only moved a few feet before a man at each side of me had taken hold of an arm apiece, and returned me back in front of Mr Aioka. Gerry was also being held, and he was now in a position just to my side. The manager then said,
“They'll release you if you promise to do as you're told.”
I was furious, and I looked at Gerry to see what his reaction was. But he just said,
“Come on, all you have to do is bow to him, it's just their way.”

So reluctantly, I said,
“Ok tell his goons to let me go.”
The manager didn't need to pass the message on; both men instantly released my arms. I put my hands together, and gave him a low bow, remembering not to look him in the eye. A smile appeared on Mr Aioka's face, and then he again spoke. But I had no idea what he'd said. The manager translated,
“He would like you to slip your dress off your shoulders.”
“I'll bet he would. Tell him to go f... Tell him no.”
The manager spoke to Gerry,
“Please, tell her to do as he asks. If she doesn't, you'll both end up regretting it.”

Gerry looked perplexed, but before just passing the instruction on to me, he asked,
“If I get her to do that? How much further is he going to expect her to go?”
“It doesn't matter how far. If he wants her dead. By tomorrow morning, she'll be lying dead and naked in a ditch somewhere. I don't think you understand who you're dealing with.”
Gerry obviously didn't like what he heard,
“Hang on; we didn't come up here for this sod to just do as he pleases with us.”
“You still don't get it. If Mr Aioka wants something, no matter whom or what it is; he gets it. Don't make it hard for yourselves.”
“So if we don't cooperate, what does he think he's gonna do?”

Gerry had hardly finished his sentence, before the men holding him, pulled his arms out into a crucifix stance, and while they held him, another man came and lowered his trousers and pants. Then a fourth man appeared with a knife similar to a cut-throat razor, but this knife wasn't a foldable type, and had a fixed wooden handle. As the shiny steel blade caught the light and flashed, my heart dropped. The man had taken hold of Gerry's penis, and was now holding the blade against the flesh. Gerry was, of course, trying to struggle, but avoiding any lower body movements.

I didn't hesitate, and as I began to peel my dress from my shoulders, I begged,
“Tell him to take his knife off Gerry.”
“You just concentrate on pleasing Mr Aioka, and your husband won't get hurt.”
I'd dropped the top of my dress, and it now hung open down either side of my hips, the top of my body being covered by the bodice, come bra. Mr Aioka again gave a smug grin, and then again spoke out some instruction. Assuming it was an instruction for me to remove more clothing, I asked,
“Ok what's the little pig want now?”

My heart leapt into my mouth as the man who was holding the knife against Gerry's penis, slashed out, drawing his blade across the top of Gerry's naked leg. The blood just poured down Gerry's leg, and I realised these men understood English, and were reacting to my remark about their boss. My first thought on seeing his hand movement, and the blood that followed, was that he had indeed sliced off Gerry's penis, but as I looked across, although serious enough, it was obvious this was just a warning. I clasped my hands together, and as I bowed low and humbly, I pleaded,
“Please forgive me. Please don't hurt my Gerry. I'll do what ever you want.”

The manager now spoke,
“That was foolish of you. Now remove your dress, and use it to stop the bleeding.”
I hurriedly ripped off my dress, and struggled to tear it into strips to use as bandages. The material wouldn't rip, and I had to hold it out towards the man with the knife, and ask,
“Can you cut it please?”
This he did, and once he'd made a short cut, I was then able to tear it. I repeated this a couple more times, each time asking for it to be cut. And then on my knees, I first cleaned the wound, and then bandaged it.

Luckily, it wasn't deep, and although it had looked like a lot of blood loss, as soon as I'd wrapped the bandage around it, it reduced to a slight trickle, and very soon it stopped altogether. But as soon as I'd completed my rudimentary first aid, the manager said.
“Ok, now thank Mr Aioka for allowing you to do that.”
I followed instructions, again clasping my hands together, and pleading,
“Please forgive me. I'm sorry if I caused offence.”
His face again turned into a smile, but the kind of smile that doesn't encourage a feeling of safety. Then he spoke, and as before the manager passed on his orders.

“He would like to see your tits.”
I put my hands to the bottom of the bodice, and lifted it allowing my breasts to fall free, and held it there so he could look at them.
“No. He wants you to take it off.”
I lifted it higher, and stretched it up over first one shoulder, then the next, and finally lifted it off, dropping it on the floor at my side. I stood there as Mr Aioka got to his feet, and began to fondle them.

He spent maybe a minute or so working from one to the other, just using his hands, but this was sufficient to produce two hard protruding nipples. This obviously delighted him, and after making sure everyone in the room knew he'd aroused me, he again spoke, but this time, he appeared to be addressing his men at the side of the room.

Three men appeared, two of them carrying a long plank. Not a rough builder's variety, but a wooden type board all the same, even if it did have strategically positioned leather straps and cushioning attached. The men lifted the plank up to my shoulder height, and as they placed the centre of it on the back of my neck, the third man reached up from in front of me, and fastened a leather strap around my neck. The other two men had each taken a wrist apiece, and were restraining them to straps at each end of the plank.

So now I'm stood there like Jesus on the cross, almost naked, just my pants, which thank god, gave me full protection, being designed to be on show beneath the ball gown. Again Mr Aioka spoke, and the manager turned to Gerry and said,
“Pull her knickers off.”
Both men instantly released Gerry, but he first looked at me, and then turning back to the manager, shook his head as he said,
“You can't do this. We'll report you to the police.”
The men instantly grabbed him, and the man with the knife again held it as if threatening to cut off his penis.
“Don't be silly. If you do as you're told, you will be rewarded. But if not, you'll be disposed of, and after she's been raped, she'll join you in a cold wet ditch. Now just be a good boy.”

As Gerry was released and looked my way, I nodded, as if to tell him to do as he had been instructed. At this point I didn't doubt their intention or ability to carry out their threats. So Gerry was now on his knees, as he lowered my pants, and I stepped out of them. The men either side turned me around so I faced away from Mr Aioka, and then as they guided me, the manager said,
“On your knees. That's it. Now lean forwards.”
As I leant, my hands, still restrained on the board, rested on a small padded table or stool placed either side of me. This took my weight, the board giving my arms the strength to hold myself in this position.
“Open your knees. Mr Aioka wants to see your cunt.”

I immediately complied, and waited for the dirty little Jap to mount me. I couldn't see what he was doing, or in truth, who it was. But I felt hot breath on the top of my legs, and instinctively knew someone had their head deep up into my crotch. Then as Mr Aioka spoke, I felt his words as they caused a hot wind on my pussy. The manager translated,
“He wants you to come and lick the sweat off her cunt and arse.”
As I saw Gerry's feet walk past my head, I realised the instructions were for him; and I guessed Mr Aioka must have now moved clear to allow him access to do the licking. A tongue touched my pussy lips, and even if I hadn't seen Gerry's feet or heard Mr Aioka's instruction, I'd have known this was my Gerry. Even with, or maybe more so, because of all these men watching, my reaction was spontaneous.

I began humping, as Gerry licked. His licking started as you might expect, awkward, and unwilling. But as I humped and pushed my pussy into his face, he, like me, just began to get aroused. So much so, as the manager called,
“Ok, that's enough.”
Gerry carried on oblivious to any voices. But on the second telling, two men took hold of his shoulders, and as soon as Gerry realised, he was on his feet and out of the way.

I expected Mr Aioka to make his presence known by ramming his cock into my pussy, and this was by now in my state of arousal, I'm ashamed to say, what I actually needed to happen. But it seems just when you think you know what will happen next; something new comes up to surprise you.
“WHACK!”
A pain stung its way from my pussy lips, and as I let out a yell, my body automatically recoiled. I guess I must have closed my legs, because the next thing, there were hands pulling at each knee, spreading me open again. Then,
“WHACK!”
Again I yelled, but the hands held my legs tightly.

I heard Gerry's voice,
“What's he hitting her for?”
“He wants to.”
“But she's doing what she's been told to do?”
“So? If Mr Aioka wants to slap her around a bit, he'll slap her. Think yourself lucky he isn't using a stick.”
The slapping went on for what seemed like an age, but I guess was only maybe five or so minutes. I'd already given up my yelling as each slap had landed, it was as though now my body was expecting the pain, although not immune to it, it just couldn't see the point in wasting even more energy shouting about it.

But never the less, I was glad when he stopped, and as I waited for my next surprise, I was so glad to feel his cock as it pushed up into my wet pussy lips. I heaved myself back onto him, and although he rammed me in a violent manner, his cock wasn't as big as Gerry's, in either length or thickness, and for all his violent ramming, I thought he would have difficulty in bringing me to what I now consider to be an orgasm. But he'd only been fucking less than a minute before he was giving more instructions.

The manager then said,
“Get down there and fuck her face.”
In seconds, I could see it was Gerry who was on his knees in front of me, and he was more than just aroused, his cock was rampant. I can't say I was any less eager than Gerry, and as he presented his cock, I first sucked, and then rolled my head back, allowing him full access to my throat. So with Gerry fucking one end, and the little Jap at the other, they did take me to a gusher, even if not a wild out of body type. Once the Jap had spent his ardour, he pulled out, and Gerry was instantly pulled up to his feet, before he had time to shoot his cum. They dragged Gerry off in one direction, and I was carried in another direction, my pussy still in spasm, and oozing cum.

When they put me down on the floor of this room, I realised I was in a bath/shower room, and they just walked out leaving me there. I gradually recovered my senses, and proceeded to shower. Making sure I didn't get my hair wet, and trying not to make my already somewhat spoilt make-up any worse. Then as I stepped out from the shower and began to dry myself, two girls appeared and immediately began to make sure I was once again presentable to be seen in public. But, of course, I hadn't got any clothes to wear; I'd torn my dress up to make bandages.

This was not a problem, as the girls had also brought with them a new, and even more glamorous ball gown than the one I'd been wearing. And, thankfully, the underwear to go with it. Once I was dressed and ready, they opened the door and I was shown out into a hallway. To my delight, Gerry was already out there waiting, and he was also in new clothes. A man who we'd never before met, ushered us to the lift, and then guided us back to the ballroom, and pointed our way to our table.

As he turned and left us standing there, Gerry asked,
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. What about you? How's your leg?”
“They got a doctor to dress it for me, its nothing really.”
“Oh my god Gerry. I thought they were going to cut it off.”
“Yeh. So did I. I think we got out of there lightly, they looked like they would have actually killed us.”
“Let's go straight home.”

“Oh my god Mary! We've just gone through all that, and now its time to make a bit of money out of it, you want to go home.”
“But this place frightens me.”
“Well I'll admit, they frightened me while we were up there, but we're down here now, and they can hardly do anything with all these people around. Anyway, now we've done what that dirty sod wanted, he won't be interested in us any more, and we'd be silly to miss out on the five hundred quid. That manager said it's yours for the taking.”
“I couldn't dance now. My legs are like jelly.”
“Let's go to the bar and get a stiff drink, that'll make you feel better.”
“No I couldn't. You go to the bar; I'll go back to the table and wait for you.”

I didn't expect him to take me up on my offer, I thought he'd just take me home, but I guess men are men, and although I love my Gerry, he isn't even a good example of what a man should be. So as he turned and headed for the bar, he said,
“I won't be long; I'll just have a swift double.”
I made my way back to the table, and I'd only been seated for a few seconds, when,
“Hi, can I sit down?”
There was Trav, and for some reason I just felt I wanted to be in his arms. I knew I couldn't do that, not here on the edge of the dance floor, but as the next best thing was to have him sitting next to me, I said,
“Oh yes please.”

As he sat, he asked,
“Are you alright? You look frightened.”
“Oh take no notice. I guess its just nerves.”
“You look fabulous in that dress, were gonna knock 'em dead when we get on the floor.”
“Oh Trav, I'm sorry, but I can't get up there again.”
“Why ever not? You can't be that nervous. Think about the money.”
“I'm sorry. I know I'm letting you down.”
“You're not letting me down, all the money goes to you. It's just such a shame if you don't go through with it. Everybody's talking about you. They all want to know if you've come from abroad. They know you're not off the UK dance circuit.”

Just then the announcer came over the speakers,
“Ladies and gentlemen. Were pleased to announce it's time for the grand finale of tonight's Latin American dance competition. As you all know, we're down to two finalists.”
At this point the spotlight illuminated our table,
“We have couple number twelve.”
He paused, and Trav said,
“They're waiting for us to stand and take a bow.”
He got to his feet and offered me his hand, I took it, and as I stood next to him, we both bowed.

The spotlight then left us, and as it picked out the other couple, and the announcer carried on his introductions, Trav said,
“You're up now, come on, just give it a try.”
“I don't think I can, my feet feel like lead.”
I'd hardly got the words from my mouth, when the spotlight again illuminated us.
“So without more ado. Let's have couple number twelve on the floor.”

The band started, and Trav took hold of me. Then as he led, our bodies pressed closely to each other, my leg just stepped back, and we were off. It was a bizarre experience, I don't think I was even conscious of what dance we were doing, but as if on auto-pilot, I just stepped my way around the floor. I think our session was some ten or more minutes, but it seemed to me we'd hardly been once around the room before we were taking our bows, and I was being walked back to our table to the sound of deafening applause.

As we sat at our table, the other couple were gliding their way around, and Gerry arrived back from the bar.
“You'd have beaten them with or without that dirty little Jap's help.”
Gerry had obviously had more than just the one double he'd said he was going to have, and I didn't want what had happened up stairs to be public knowledge, or even someone like Trav to know about it.
“Gerry! Shut up! Don't go telling everyone.”
He put his finger up to his lips, and in a slurred voice said,
“Shorry.”

I took hold of his wrist and pulled him towards the seat next to me.
“Come and sit down, you're drunk.”
“I suppose you'll be wanting to take this one home to show him your gratitude.”
For a second I wondered what he meant, then I remembered Olaf, and for some reason I blushed bright red. By now the other couple had also finished their session, and right at this point with me all red faced and feeling very flustered, the spotlight again illuminated our table.

“And our winners tonight are couple number twelve. Its Mrs Mary Kendal, and its all the more of an achievement as she was dancing, not with a regular partner, but a house stand-in. So come on Mary, and collect your prize. Both Gerry and Trav helped me to my feet, and they almost had to push me to get me started across the floor. I collected my envelope, and hurriedly made my way back to the table. But before I'd arrived, the announcer was saying,
“Now one more time, can we see the winning couple show us all how it's done.”

Trav met me half way, and again he took over, guiding me around, and me just dancing on auto-pilot. As soon as that dance was finished, and the spot light that had followed us back to our table had gone, I said to Trav,
“I'm sorry about this, and I hope you don't think me rude, but I have to leave right now.”
“Oh that is a shame. I was hoping we could maybe dance the rest of the evening away. But real dancing, none of that flashy stuff.”
“Believe me, there is nothing I'd like better, but I have to go.”

I could see he was disappointed, and I also felt I owed him something for the way he'd looked after me all evening, but he got to his feet and in a cold business like tone said.
“Well thank you for a pleasant evening. And I hope madam has enjoyed herself.”
With that he gave me a little bow, turned to Gerry and did the same, and then turned and left.
As he walked away, I said,
“Oh shit! Now I've offended him. And I owe him so much.”

It was supposed to be a secret thought going through my mind, but I'd spoken the words, and even with the band still playing for the dancers, Gerry had heard me.
“I'm surprised you didn't take him home to fuck him.”
I ignored his crude remark, and as I rose to my feet, snapped,
“I'm going.”
Then I just began to walk out towards the exit; expecting him to follow. I didn't look behind me, until I'd reached the foyer. But when I did, there was no sign of Gerry following. Then one of the doormen approached, and I asked him to get our driver to bring the car round to pick me up. I had wondered how I'd describe which was our car and driver, as I had no idea what either of them looked like. But in the event, the doorman didn't need this information, and by the time I'd collected my coat from the cloak-room, my driver was standing in the foyer waiting for me.

As I climbed into the car, he asked,
“Are we waiting for Mr Kendal?”
“No. If he wants to stop there getting drunk, that's his choice. Please take me home now.”
So off we went, and I arrived home around one in the morning, and went to bed by myself. For some reason, I cried myself to sleep; my head full of the events, good and bad, spinning around until I dosed off.

I dreamt that night, and I'm sure you won't be surprised if I tell you Trav featured very strongly in my dreams. It wasn't, however, a dream of sex and lust, but more a romantic journey with him at my side, protecting and guiding me through some magical garden. The details are long since faded from my memory, and even at the time I first recalled them the next morning, didn't actually make sense. But I know I thought a lot about Trav in those next few days.

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   'Long time, eh?' I was speechless. 'How about a drink while we talk, Paul?'

   This was fine with me, and I gave her a nod and walked past to hold the door for her, but she took me by the hand and gave me a huge hug and a long welcoming kiss ! Certainly not what I expected but not unwelcome either. I felt her tits pressing against me. Her breath was sweet, fresh, and warm on my neck as she said 'I have missed you, you old bear.We should keep this short as I understand your time is limited.' I took in the situation, surprised by the developement she suggested, but then thought 'What the hell.'

   A glass of wine, then another as we chatted about how things were in our lives. Married, both, in and out of difficulties with our spouses, both, no children and not really wanting any.both. As we talked her fingers traced little circles opn my hand and her foot, sans shoe rubbed against my calf.She slid around to the chair next to me and slid it even closer. 'Come with me....' I didn't need any further encouragement.

  We left the bar, walked to the lot where we got in her Explorer. Two captain's seats were in the front, while in the back was a fully careted floor, with fully tinted windowsall around. As the door closed behind me she was in my arms, her lips open in a hungry, deep wet kiss. I met her tongue with equal enthusiasm and savored the taste of her. The electricity of her tongue and the wine rushing through me gave the whole experience a sense of utmost urgency. I lifted my hands to her breasts, feeling the heft of them through the thin material of her blouse. The buttons seemed to find their own life as they were loossened without any conscious effort by me. There they were, the tits my friend had described to me , the tits I had dreamed about many a night, 34 D's with the most incredible nipples, long and hard pointing slightly outward because of the size of the tits. Not a hint of sag, not a blemish on those exquisite globes.She broke the kiss long enough to unzip my pants and slide her hand inside.My cock, already quite hard , throbbed at her touch.

   Mary lowered her mouth to my cock, sucking the head and licking the shaft. She urged me to the back of the SUV where soon enough we were without clothes or inhibitions. I laid back on the carpet as sheworked me over, first taking my 7" deeply into her mouth then swirling her tongue (God what a tongue) around the head all teh while making gentle sucking sounds.It was too much for me, seeing those dark red lips sliding up and down my cock, feeling the intensity of the sensation of her sucking on the head of my dick.I felt myself tensing , ready to cum in her mouth when she wrapped her hand around the base , squeezing and shutting off the explosion. She raised her body to place those magnificent tits around my cock , holding them together and then allowing me to thrust between them. With every upward thrust she lowered her head to take the tip of my cock into her mouth. After only a few hard thrusts the cum jetted out, coating her face and tits with slippery cream.

    I kissed and licked her clean while my dick returned to its erect status, then lowered my self to her pussy, cleanly shaved and smooth as the rest of her alabaster skin. The lips were swollen, ready, and her clit was as fine as her tits, also long and erect. Nearly an inch long , it peeked out from betweent the lips of her pussy. Like a magnet her clit attracted the instant attention of my tongue and mouth. I sucked it in, feeling her grind her cunt into my face, licking and nibbling on this heavenly morsel. She thrust her hips against my mouth and tongue, moaning and making noises in her thraot. I slowly inserted my tongue as deep as I could into her cunt and then licking upwards across her clit. Mary shuddered as she came, pressing aginst my mouth.

     We postioned ourselves for the final chapter, me spooning up behind her , holding her tits in my hand as I drove my cock deep into her . thrusting and meeting thrust with hungry thrust we fucked for what seemed like hours. Finally we came togehter, her for the second time as well as myself.

   'Come to dinner tonight.' she said. 'We can meet each other's spouse and see what happens.'

    I wasn't too sure. Lord knows I wanted to fuck her again , in fact to keep on fucking her, but what would my wife think? "okay, but I don't know.......'

   'Don't worry, I won't say anything to Gary(her husband) .We'll just brazen through and have a nice evening. If we fuck, great, if we don't , well we sure did just now.'

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  That evening came around all too sson , as I was worried about how things would progress. The speech had gone well and Lori (my wife) was excited by the reception she had recieved. She met me outside the auditorium gave me a big hug and a deep kiss. A questioning look passed across her face as she pulled back from the kiss. 'Paul, you haven't been seeing someone else this afternoon have you?' Found Out!

   'Well, I stopped in and saw mary for a drink . She invited us to dinner.'

   'I was wondering, I tasted wine....'Lori looked at me.'but I guess you're a big boy. You can certaqinly have a drink with an old friend.'

    Later, as we got out of the car, Gary and Mary met us at their front door. 'I've heard a lot about you, Paul. mary speaks highly of you and your friendship. hard to believe we're finally meeting. And this must be your wife, Lori....' Lori was wearing the same clothes as when she gave her speech, a long loose skirt and a tight sweater that clung to her tiny tits like a second skin. Her hair was up, concealing its lengthand she was made up in a provacative manner, dark eye shadow, deep red lipstick and long dangling earrings that drew attention to her long sexy neck.

    Gary was older, probably 50 or so and kept himself well. He was trim and broad shouldered, with slightly greying hair.He wasdressedcasually, slacks and a pullover.

     Over lobster (It was Maine , after all) small talk flowed easily. tales of school and the ensuing years occupied the conversation. Wine was poured, and the glasses refilled many times.Lori didn't often drink as much as she was this evening and was getting quite tipsy. Our talk turned to more recent times and soon centered on the afternoon. Lori turned to me and bluntly said 'You and Mary kissed today, didn't you?' We both didn't say a word.'Oh come on now, it's no big deal. old freinds, a happy reunion, a glass of wine.....' I nodded.She looked at me and without another word to me, turned to Gary. 'We're old friends now, too.' And she laid a big wet kiss on him opening her mouth and sucking at his tongue. Gary was surprised but responded , if somewhat awkwardly. Mary didn't say anything but watched in amusement, undoubtedly thinking about the fact we had done a good deal more than kiss.Lori's hand slid down Gary;s pullover to cup his crotch. She broke the kiss and , looking right at me, said, 'and I'm thinking maybe more. Mary is quite beautiful.' gary turned her face back to his and kissed her himself, taking her focus back to himself. Mary and I watched and didn't need any more urging when Lori looked at us and raised her eyebrows, as if to say 'Well? are you going to continue?'

     Gary took my wife in his arms, and laid her on the couch next to the fireplace, his knee between her legs and his hand finding its way under her sweater. Lori's tits, while small, boast the finest puffy nipples I've ever seen, but right now they couldn't be seen as Gary was sucking on them, first one then the other.He slid her panties to the floor as she wrested his slacks down, exposing his massive cock. I admit I was somewhat intimidated by the size of his member, fully 10" and thick. Much bigger than my own. Mary said'it's why I married him. He does have a great cock.'

    I took Mary to the loveseat next to the couch so i could watch lori taking that huge dick in her mouth. WOW !! Mary was also watching , never taking her eyes off the action as Gary slammed his rod into my wife's mouth. When he came, it oozed out around her lips, but she quickly sucked it up and swallowed.

   Seeing this taking place only a few feet away made me realize I had two things going for me here. A hot wife that really loved to fuck and a gorgeous other woman in my arms , wanting some ot he same action for herself. I turned my atention to Mary , picking up where we had left off not so long ago, omly now getting straight to the business of fucking. Mary proferred her tight ass to me , grinding it against my crotch and maoning. She took me by the face and direcected me to it.Mary wanted me to lick her ass.  Who was I to turn down such an invitation? Hot, dark, forbidden.......Mary said 'Gary has never been there, he never wants to.' 'Lori always wants to, and it's one of my favorite things about sex. Along with everything else.

    Mary pressed her ass to me, finally saying ' God, Just fuck my ass Paul, fuck me!!'

   Lori looked up from the reaming she was getting. 'Go ahead, fuck her. I knew you did when you kissed me, that's why I'm fucking Gary. But I must say, the reward of his cock is reason enough to do it some more.......'

   It's all a jumble of images. My cock, Mary's ass , Paul in my wife, Mary licking Lori's hot cunt, cleaning all of gary's cum out of her tight hole, Lori sucking first me then Gary, then me agin. Gary driving his cock into Lori's ass while she just moaned in abject surrender to its massive size and girth.Mry's clit even longer and more pronounced as Lori sucked and licked her husband then me, then Mary....

     We fucked 'til dawn, napped and then with a flurry of sincere goodby kisses and fondling, found our way to our hotel. On the way Lori just looked at me. 'Paul, you haven't been seeing anybody else here in Maine have you? i hope not, I can't fuck anybody else for a while.' I assured her there was nobody else, but perhaps we could return when vacation time rolled around. 'I hope so....yours is great, but his so big..........and with that she fell asleep, a smile on her face. I agreed, he did have a big cock, but Mary still had the best tits and clit I had ever fucked.

 

    "Shh Alyssa." I cooed, "No one can hear you"

     "Randy, what are you doing? I like you, I would have gone out with you if you'd asked."

     "I am not going to explain myself, this is how this is going to be
 I grabbed my camera and started snapping pictures of her torn top and bra. After a few minutes I took a knife and sliced her straps away and watched her gorgeous breasts fall out onto her chest, and rest on each side. They were so heavy that they fell to the side and created a valley that I could easily fuck.
    "Alyssa these pictures have just been downloaded onto a computer and will be uploaded to the Internet, if you not do as I say.
    "What do you want from me?" She said as a tear rolled down her cheek.
    "You will be my sex slave, at my command at all times. You will learn to live without clothes and will learn to love pain. One last thing, you will only address me as Master" I was saying this as I was slicing her clothes to shreds. I pressed a cold knife against her nipple. "Any restraint on your part will cause you a lot of pain, do you understand me?"
  "Yes" Alyssa said shivering."

  "What did you say?!" I yelled as I slapped her titties so hard they went red as she screamed.

   "Yes Master." My slave quivered. "I will do whatever you say."
   After untying her, I dragged her to the living room, where her eyes went wide. All around her she could only see torturer devices: cuffs for wrists and ankles, spreader bars, floggers, gags, blinders, harnesses along with a cage for her to sleep in. There are other devices I will introduce her to in the future, such as the electric shock equipment.  Shackling Alyssa to wrist cuffs I fashioned from the ceiling I let my hand glide over her body from her chubby cheeks to her plump arms and then to her large tits. I massaged them for a long time loving every minute of it.

            “Mmm, Keep it up.” Alyssa moaned. I stopped and felt her pussy. Her wet soft flesh was shaved and very soft.

“Well it looks like my little slut likes pain.” I cooed as I picked up a spreader bar.

Once again her eyes grew to the size of saucers, as I spread her legs, she tried to close her legs. I grabbed her nipples, squeezing and pulling them hard,

“Owwww.” She screamed. I grabbed a gag and shoved it into her pretty mouth; the circle gag keeps it available for my pleasure. After tying it around the back of her head I pulled away and admired my work. The prettiest barista now, the sexiest slave and now to train her properly….

If you like what you see please let me know. The next chapter will involve the training and fucking of the barista.

We arrived and went to our rooms, I was with Sarah, and upon arriving in the room, I grabbed Sarah, and virtually tore her clothes off, just leaving her with her white briefs. I lifted her right leg, pushed the briefs over and having already got my cock out, pushed it hard into her wet cunt. “Jesus” she whimpered “That is touching my cervix”

We fucked standing up for a few minutes, her leg on my shoulder and then I came deep into her. I rubbed her clit and she screamed in her own release. We fell to the bed.

“I think this is going to be a good weekend” she said. “Try again?”

Later we went for a bar snack with the others later that night, by which time the lovely Linda had arrived. Then Sarah got a call that she had to answer from her mother, asking her to go to their house for the night, as her Dad was home from a minor operation but her Mum needed a bit of help moving him over night. Sarah said she would be back by breakfast, so I saw her off, thinking that my night may be a bit dry. But I decided to join the kids at the pool, as Sarah had suggested.

I walked up to the Jacuzzi and said good morning (it was about 1:00 AM by then). Slipping off my robe, I sat at the end of the pool with just my legs in the water. I let my eyes take in the other five occupants of the Jacuzzi. They were all in the water and I couldn't see anything except their heads, and that ripple look that people have when they are in churning water. I could tell that they either were all wearing skin coloured suits or no suits at all. I was glad that I was wearing loose fitting shorts as my cock started to wake up.

The kids showed no apprehension at my presence and continued to play, splashing and giggling. But Linda was on her own, somewhat of a fifth wheel. She was slightly apart from Emma and Jay, who were playing a little "feel me feel you" under the water.

After we had talked for a little while Emma and Jay worked their way around the pool and maybe needing to cool off a little, Emma jumped up to sit on the edge of the pool. Well staring at me were the cutest set of pert budding breasts that only could belong to Emma. The blonde fleece barely covering her pussy matched her long blonde hair. Her boyfriend joined her and they shared a long deep kiss. Kayleigh and Alan were holding each other close and moving slightly. I couldn't tell if they were actually doing anything or not. Almost seemed that this might be a show for my benefit.

After awhile Kayleigh and Alan drifted my way. They said that sitting there with my suit on, I made them feel a little uncomfortable, would I be willing take it off. I declined and Kayleigh said that if I would, she would give me a big wet kiss right on the end of my love wand. That was an invitation that was really hard to turn down, and I must admit that the whisky was still clouding my brain a little. She reached up to grasp the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down and off. Now I expected a quick peck on the head of my by now ridged throbbing member. She placed her lips on the tip of my cock, and as she started to kiss, she opened her lips. Suddenly I was in her warm soft mouth, her tongue playing with the sensitive ridge of my gland.

I was looking at this lovely teenager, her delicate mouth stretched around my shaft, and could feel my groin starting to throb. If she would just keep that up for another minute I would give her all the fresh cream she could want. Then she stopped, smiled at me, and she and her boyfriend again retreated a short ways around the pool. Looking across the pool at Emma and Jay, I could see that they were getting into it. It was obvious that he had sunk into her charms and they were doing sort of a dance in the water. The look of rapture on their faces was interrupted by the other guy who yelled at them that they weren't wearing a condom and what did they intend to name the baby. They looked like someone had just thrown cold water on them as they moved an arms length away. Looking further around the pool for Linda I noticed that she was just to my right in the water. As my eyes focused on her she lifted herself out of the pool to sit by me. She too was not wearing a top, but she had on the skimpiest of skin coloured bikini briefs. As lovely as the other two girls were, this goddess was a stunning beauty. Dark red hair, very light skin, a smallish waist, and firm breasts, I cursed the bad luck that she had seen the need to wear her bathing suit briefs.

Across the pool, Alan had climbed out and was sitting on the edge, Kayleigh, still in the water, was caressing his cock and balls. The look of rapture was returning to his face as Kayleigh took him into her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth for awhile and I could see the muscles in his body get tenser and tenser. Then he let out a loud growl, and she pulled her head back as he started to shoot. He fired his seed at her in long streams, covering her face and breasts. Some of it even got in her hair then ran down her forehead.

I felt a hand gently cradling my balls and looked down to see that Emma was now between my legs. Jay was positioning himself between Linda's legs, his finger tips tracing circles just above the waistband of her suit. It was obvious that he was trying to convince Linda to let him remove her briefs as I felt Emma's mouth suck in my now purple tipped member. As Emma sucked the head of my love wand, I watched Linda lift her bum as Jay slipped off her suit. I couldn't actually see Linda's pussy, half sitting, half laying side by side, as we were. I was looking down across her tummy at her red pubic hair, just covering her pubic bone bump. Emma's mouth was taking more of my ridged rod and my whole lower body was starting to throb, getting ready to deliver my creamy load into her mouth. Then Emma pulled away, "We only promised you one big wet kiss", she laughed, "Now you have had two". With that she and Jay again moved several feet around the pool.

Now I was starting to get frustrated. I had been on the verge of cumming twice into these lovely nymphs mouths and they had pulled away. I could detect just a slight ache in my balls to warn me that they were over filling with seed that had no place to go. As Emma and Jay played kissy touchy just feet away, I looked across the pool to see Alan again in the water and Kayleigh now perched on the edge. He was starting to play with her pussy, then his tongue found the hood of her clit. It was Kayleigh's turn to recapture that look of rapture as he continued with licking her pussy. Kayleigh was starting to squirm around and make soft mewing sounds. Faster and faster her hips churned as her soft mews became breathy moans, then a loud cry as her body went ridged.

Again I felt that warm soft feeling envelop my tortured member. Emma and Jay had again taken their places between my and Linda's legs. This time Jay was playing with Linda's pussy. While I couldn't actually see her pussy lips reach for his tongue, from the look on her face they were. Linda's body started to shake as she turned to me, wrapped her arms around me, and fell back. Her tongue found my lips and pushed through just as her body went ridged. My own body was responding to all this stimulation and I was ready to fire my load. Emma again backed off.

The ache in my balls was now becoming a real problem, I hurt. Emma climbed out of the pool just a few feet away from me, laying down with her head away from me and her legs open. Jay crawled between them, his cock pointed straight at the entrance to heaven. With a single lunge he sank into her to the hilt. Soon they were rocking, driving his cock in and out of her wet sucking pussy.

Linda looked at me and said “I like to watch the show they put on".

"What about you" I asked, "I'm a virgin", she smiled. "I play these games, but there is no way I'm going to give away my maidenhead to a bunch of bored kids. Besides, Jay has made me cum several times without my having to take a chance of getting pregnant or mum finding out".

The action just feet away was getting violent now. Jay and Emma's pelvises were coming together with loud smacking sounds. Emma was almost screaming, her nails tracing red lines on Jays ass. Jay didn't care, he was about to shoot his load into this crying withering bundle of pure sex appeal. Each time Jay drove forward Emma's breasts would move toward him. As he would pull out her nipples would move away. Her inner pussy lips were following his cock in and out. Holding him, trying to hold him deep inside her body. Emma's juices coated her pussy, thighs, and Jay. Jay gave out a bellow and his arms around Emma held on tight. The clear juices flowing from where they were connected became creamy, and I knew that he was shooting his seed into her body.

The effect on Kayleigh and Alan was apparent. Although they had both cum by eating each other, it was plain that they were envious that Emma and Jay could actually make true love where they had not. The effect on me was also apparent. Not only my balls were hurting but my whole body was starting to ache. I was going to need to leave these kids shortly and go back to my room to masturbate. If I didn't my case of blue balls was going to make walking impossible. As I started to get up I could feel Linda's hand on my shoulder. "Please don't go yet" she begged, "It really feels good to hold you while Jay makes me cum". At the same time I could feel Emma's mouth again slipping around my throbbing member. I was trapped, I knew that it wasn't good for my body to be under this kind of sexual tension for so long, yet I couldn't part from these beautiful nude bodies.

Linda and I were laying side by side. Our bums were flat on the edge of the pool so Emma and Jay would have complete access to our treasures but we were twisted so that we could hold each other. Our lips were pressed together as our tongues played in each others mouths. Linda's breasts were flattened against my chest, I could plainly feel her little rock hard nipples. Her body wiggled and shook in my arms as Jay brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Then it started, Linda's whole body went ridged, her arms squeezing me harder then I would have thought possible. She buried her face in the hollow of my neck and screamed. Meanwhile Emma had gone to far this time, I was going to cum and there was no way she could stop me. My body readied itself to blow my seed down her throat when she pulled away. This time she circled the base of my cock with one hand while she pressed a finger of the other hand against the root of my cock behind by balls. My whole body throbbed about six times, trying to drive out my cum but Emma had succeeded in blocking its passage. After it was over, my whole body was in pain, the tremendous effort to push out my thick cream had left my muscles cramped and tired.

“That was for raping me last week.” She smiled.

Again I started to get up as my gaze caught Alans love wand disappearing into Kayleigh’s dark pussy. "You're taking a big risk" Jay taunted. "I'll pull out just before I pop" Alan yelled back. To get in my licks I mentioned that pre-cum had sperm in it. Somehow I wanted to get even with these kids who had my whole mind and body turned inside out. The coupled pair either didn't hear me, or maybe just didn't want to, as their love making became more frenzied. Both kids were so turned on that it didn't take long before both were moaning and holding Alan deep into Kayleigh. Alan was only making short strokes staying deep. Then Alan went to pull out but Kayleigh’s hands were grasping his buttocks hard. "Let me out" he cried as he tried half hearted to back out. "NOT NOW" Kayleigh screamed as her body convulsed in mind blowing pleasure. It was to much for Alan, and I watched his ass go rock hard as he pushed as deep as he could. For the second time this evening I watched a boy's seed overflow a ripe seeping pussy. When Alan finally pulled out, his cock was followed by creamy cum, gushing out of Kayleigh’s freshly loved pussy. "Well now they've done it", whispered Linda. "That is why I refuse to give up my virginity. Lose control once and I could be a mummy".

Once more I started to get up to leave and once more Linda begged me not to. "This is the such a nice night, and I think Jay is going to do me one more time" she whispered in my ear, "It feels so good to hold you and kiss you while I'm cumming, please stay just a few more minutes". I knew it was to late to go up to my room and Alan off, it was blue balls for sure. My balls were so full of cum that they were swollen, even the area behind my balls between my legs was sore and swollen. I was going to be a non walking disaster and there was nothing I could do about it till Sarah got back. I decided to stay a few more minutes.

Soft small hands caressed my balls as Emma's mouth sucked in my painfully rock hard column. The sensations of her tongue causing strings of pain / pleasure to shoot to the far reaches of my body. Jay had started caressing Linda's thighs as his tongue lapped at her open pussy. Linda wrapped her arms around me one more time and I could feel her body straining toward this last orgasm. From the feel of her body I could tell it would be the strongest one of the evening. Her whole body was shaking, the muscles in her arms twitching as her nipples pushed deeper into my chest. The muscles in her neck stood out in bold relief as her mouth devoured mine. My body was responding in kind, but I knew by now that Emma would not let me cum. This was part of her game, to send me packing in pain. Still without her little "pinch off the cum" trick, or even with it, she might not be able to stop it. My body was so in need, so full of cum it had to get out.

I felt Linda's body start to tense as the first wave of pleasure started to wash over her. My own body also tensed as it prepared to attempt one more time to give of its thick creamy seed. But instead of feeling Emma's hands try to stem the tide, I felt three sets of hands roughly turn my body so it was in parallel with Linda. The hands moved me till I found myself laying on top of Linda with Emma's hands guiding my cock between Linda's open pussy lips. At the first stage of my orgasm of exquisite pleasure I felt a hard push on my buttocks. I didn't need the encouragement to drive my cock into Linda's convulsing body, but it helped me drive through her maidenhead, ripping it to shreds. As our pubic bones smashed together, Linda's eyes were big as saucers. She made a sound of pleasure / pain of losing her hymen, mid orgasm. “Aaaahhhh. Oooooh. …..Aaaaaaaah.”  Pulling out only a half an inch I drove back into her body HARD.

Another throb of pleasure blasting more seed into her body to join the cum. This, time to my surprise, Linda lifted her arse, pushing her pelvis toward me, her hands on my arse pulling me deeper. While the others watched I filled her virgin pussy with my white fluid. Instead of trying to push me away, Linda was clinging to me, trying to suck even the blood from my heart with her tight pussy. It seemed to go on forever, blasting stream after stream of cum like I was some kind of fire hose. I had long ago filled Linda and with each throb of my pleasure I would feel cum shooting back at me from between us. Now I knew what Emma had been doing all night. She had been making sure that I was full to the brim with my juice.

When it was over, I started to pull out of Linda and climb off. For the first time I could look down and actually see her pussy lips. As my cock started to slip out from between them I could see cum coated her tummy and thighs. Linda's arms tightened around me to pull me back into her. Looking into her tear filled eyes, I hugged her tight. Her body rocked gently with her gasps as my softening cock again sank into her body. We lay together like that for some time. My cock holding my seed inside her body as we kissed and caressed each other.

Then my cock started to harden again. Linda could feel it stretching her again and started to move her cunt from side to side. "Can you cum in me again" she asked, "I want to feel you shooting inside when I'm expecting it. Want to know what it feels like to have you deep when you fire the first time". That was all it took, my cock was rock hard once more while our pubic bones ground into each other. We held each other tight, kissing, as we cooperated in making my cock move in and out faster and faster. I lifted her legs to my shoulders and drove deeply into her, and then we were both there again, clutching each other in spurting ecstasy to the applause of our young audience.

That was all. I pulled out of Linda, cum gushing out of her pussy. Emma and Kayleigh looked at Linda and Emma said “I told you, I said we would get him to fuck you. Nice isn’t it.” Linda just smiled and nodded.

“Emma, you wait….” was all I said.

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I sat in the tub with my eyes closed and was immediately stricken with fear when i felt someone grab my arms and pull me from the bathtub.  I was drug to the bedroom, dripping water everywhere as i went.  The man who had me was huge.  At least 6'4" and 250lbs. He was so strong that he didnt appear to be the least bit phased by dragging me through the house. I struggled against his grip and even with me soaking wet, he held firm.  I couldnt get away.  He through me on the bed and everytime I tried to rise he would take one hand and shove me back down on the bed.  I was surprised and scared by his strength. I had taken self defense classes but there was no way i was any match for this man.  He was about to have his way with me and there was nothing I could do about it.  As that realization set in, I started to panic.  I screamed, I cried, I begged him to let me go.  i told him to take anything he wanted, just dont hurt me.  His only reply was that "I" was the only thing he wanted.  He had been watching me and knew he wanted me for his own.  Watching me? How could I have not noticed this man watching me? How did he get in the house? How could I get away? 

As all of this was going through my head, he was holding me down on the bed with one hand.  With the other hand he was unzipping his pants.  "Oh, God" I thought.  He is going to rape me.  I have to find something to say or do to get through to him.  Panic was setting in and I struggled against his hold on  me.  The more I struggled the harder he held me. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin. 

As he finally freed himself, I found myself shocked by his size.  Not only was he big in height and weight, but apparently in other areas as well.  I had never seen a cock so big.  And this man intended to shove it inside me.  I found myself intrigued at what it would feel like and couldnt take my eyes off of it as he moved to mount me.  He must have sensed the change in my demeanor, cause his grip on my arms eased slightly.

He climbed on top of me and pressed the head of his massive cock against the mouth of my now wet pussy.  Wet? How could I be wet?  I was just attacked in my own home and was about to be raped and here i was turned on and wet with excitement.  What was wrong with me?

He held both of my arms above my head in one hand.  And with the other he shoved his massive dick into my pussy.  I screamed. From pain and pleasure both.  He pounded into me with force and I thought I might die from the shear pleasure of the feel of the pain.  The found myself moaning and panting.  I could feel the orgasm build within me with every thrust.  The harder he held me down and the harder and faster he pound into me the better it felt. 

Finally I could take no more and the orgasm shook my body.  He kept pounding and thrusting and i felt the next orgasm building.  I wanted to yell stop, but my body wanted more.  With one final thrust he filled my pussy with his hot cum while my body arched with the second orgasm. 

He released my arms and slowly stood up.  As he zipped his pants up, all I looked up at him and all I could say was "Thank you".  He smiled and left.

I layed on the bed for hours last night looking at the bruises on my arms.  Even today I can close my eyes and feel  him pressed on top of me, holding  me down and filling every inch of my pussy with his cock.  Just the thought makes me shiver.  I wonder if I will come home to find him here again.  I wonder if I will ever be the same.  I think that man may have given  me the best night of my life. 

                Emma turned at the next corner, only to find her worst nightmares become reality. A man stood there, and had plainly seen her.

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“Stop!” The man roared, stepping closer. His long hair was styled well, matching his equally stylish suit. He walked quite slowly, confident even for upper-class, as he approached the now still Emma. Strangely she had stopped, instantly, and he seemed glued to the spot. As the mad approched, he ran his eyes over her figure, spending a moment taking in her unquestionably attractive body. Her eyes grew wide with fear, and he cheecks began to blush wildly.

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“Whatever happens, you shalt not move, my whore.”

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He extended a hand, and ran his fingers through her hair. She faintly shuddered, but there she remained, rooted to the spot. The man’s hand contined down the body, reaching the hips and then stopping. He grinned, his good looks noticeable in the dying evening light,

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“Open your mouth,” he uttered, staring deeply at her dark red lips. They glistened slightly, and as she opened her mouth, he urged his finger into her mouth. “And now suck, as if it were my cock”

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He stood content, as the virtually motionless girl, of no more than 17 sucked his fingers, working vicously with her tongue, her smooth mouth providing mist lining for his finger.

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“And now stop! It seems what my thoughts told me were only too true. You are indeed cursed, to eternally be the slave of others. I heard you were blessed the gift of complete obedience. That may have all been good and well when your gormless mother needed you to stop crying when you were in nappies, but now you have, shall we say, ‘blossomed’, it has turned into a curse. A girl like you could only wait so long until some sick bastard like myself would waltz in and steal you for my sexual gain. To prove my point, lets try a little game…”  He kept looking at her, noticing how her yes were wide with fear. Ever since she somehow became ‘blessed’, he was compelled to follow any order given to her, no matter how those orders may be. She realised now that perhaops he was right, and eventually some pervert would take control of her. But he would let her go sometime, and then she could go to the law. But she was shaking now, the reality of this pervert raping her, perhaps numerous times, making her white with terror. Her rosy cheeks darkened once more, making her look the ultimate in the way of innocence.

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“Turn around,” the man ordered, and she instantly turned, allowing no time to even think. “And touch your toes,” he continued. Relunctantly she bent down, realising full well that the wet skirt from the earlier rain clung to her arse like an old man to life. The shame was so much, she would have threw up there and then had it not been to her body falling the victim of the orders.  The man reached forward, and grabbing the hem of the dress, he pulled it up, over her now exposed arse. He ran his fingers up the back of her leg, and suddenly slapped the skin with some force. He spanked her thrice more, leaving dark red stains for a few seconds on her milky skin. Now only her white panties were denying him seeing her virgin pussy. Sex would well rip her open, being not only a virgin, but not wet in the slightest due to fear.

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“Now, straighten up again, and follow me.” He proceeded to walk down the alleyway, followed obediently by the completely helpless Emma. He walked into a building, and let the brunette follow behind. She was quite horrified as she continued, although her pace never faltered as her body set itself on following; that was the order given and she was helpless against it. But the building was large, with dark sullen rooms. Down the corridoor they entered the biggest room of all, and found the walla ordained with shelving with some sickly looking instruments. Great phallic objects lined the shelves, and a strange wooden stool lay in the centre of the room, next to what looked like a stone altar. The stranger paced ahead, walked to a shelf, and taking a small dagger turned back towards Emma. Her heart missing a beat due to absolute unfiltered terror, she was mortified as she stood there helpless as he approached.

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I’ll continue, but if anybody thinks it is worth it! (nuttynicnak@hotmail.com)