minister was curt and to the point , he dropped a folder in front of her and

asked her to explain, she started to shake her head and repeated softly “no, no

this is not right, no, no”. At which point the minister waved to the guards and

told Karen she was under arrest. She then panicked and bolted past one of them

but the other grabbed her long blond hair with such force that she fell backwards

and pounded her back into the floor. The guard dropped to one knee landing it in

her chest with great force, knocking the wind from her. They then turned her

over cuffed her hands then her ankles, lifted her up by the arms and took her

away screaming that she did not do anything wrong, begging for a chance to

investigate the “errors”.

Bariwa is not well known for its civil rights record, to the extent that if it

did not have great mineral wealth the US government might not look the other way.

Karen knew she was in deep shit, once in her cell, not only figuratively but

also literally. The smell was obnoxious, the orders of urine and defication were

thick. It was all she could do to prevent from gaging and vomiting. In two days

the trial began and she was required to defend herself, no right to an attourny

here, the evidence was presented Karen tried her best to explain the

discrepancies but she knew it was hopeless. She begged the court for mercy and

awaited the verdict. There were three items to be decided, resisting arrest…90

days; embesselment 2 years; she had believed that it would be much worse and 2

years was long but not forever, she was young and could recover, at 29 when

released she almost felt relief. Then the final count, facing the judge in the

tattered grey prison dress….. 25 years of hard labor for crimes against the

people of Bariwa, her heart sank, she went dizzy and dropped to her knees begging

for mercy again. The judge simply said to remove the prisoner, and slammed down

the gavel.

Karen was then drug from the room and loaded onto the transport truck alone, she

was in a state of shock and knew that her final destination would not be

pleasent. Shackled and cuffed she was unloaded from the truck after what seemed

like 5 or 6 hours. There she was inside the gates of the high security prison

called Jubasa, literal translation “the jungle”. The prison was built in the

middle of a jungle, there were 400 acres of clear area surrounded by lush dense

rain forest. Here they waist no time in getting prisoners processed, she was

taken to what the guards called orientation immediately.

Karen was told to stand at attention, not to speak or move keeping her eyes

straight ahead. She heard a door close and heavy steps coming toward her, closer

and closer. It was the head of the prison who always greeted each prisoner for

orientation. A tall female brunette smartly dressed in her uniform, which hid

most of her feminine features, spoke to Karen in a soft pleasant voice.

Warden: “Hello Karen” Karen: “Hel..” SSMMAACCKK!!!!!!!!! across her

face causing her to nearly pass out. Warden: “SHUT THE FUCK UP! I will tell you

to speak. I will tell you when to eat when to sleep or when to breath if I am so

inclined. You may nod your head yes or no if you understand. ARE WE CLEAR?”

Karen: Head nodding yes, tears forming in her eyes and breathing deeply her

chest heaving

Warden: “Let me tell you a little about how we work here. By law you have

become the property of the state, you are no longer considered a person, simply

another asset of the county and as such you have no rights to anything, not even

air if I so choose. If I were you I would make me, the guards and any guests as

happy as possible. Because here we do not send memos, WE KICK ASS AND FORGET THE

NAMES! ARE YOU STILL WITH ME, KAREN?”

Karen: again nodding yes, hoping this was a bad dream.

Warden: “You own nothing, you are nothing except labor or entertainment which

ever we chose at the moment.” (Speaking to the guard) “Strip the cunt and take

off the cuffs, please.”

Guard: “yes madam”

Karen started to rub her wrists.. SSMMAACCKK!!!!!!!!!! again across the face

Warden: “You are not paying attention. Stand at attention. That is eyes

forward head back stomach in feet together and…listen closely HANDS AT YOUR

SIDE! Got it?

Karen nods yes

Warden: “I think we need to impress upon you the clairity of all our orders

they are simple and not ambigious. Follow them cunt. Do you see the table at the

front of the room? The one with the tall pole on one side?” (KJ nods yes) “I want

you to move your little scrony ass as fast as you can to get that table and roll

it back here and resume your position. Do you understand?” (KJ nods yes)

“OK…MOVE!”

Karen runs as fast as she can and grabs the table pulling it back as quickly as

possible and placing it in front of her. Then resumes her stance at attention.

Warden: “Not bad for a fucking cunt.” Slips the cover off of the table to

reveal a collection of paddles, canes, clamps, suringes, nozzles, bucket of ice

and other items Karen has no idea as to their use.

Karen with heart pounding both from the running and fear is starting to sweat and

breathing still more heavily

“For what?” Where was this going?

“You’re going to take me out dancing…” Her eyes dared me to say no.

“Then let’s go.”

She put the book in her purse and stood up, her dress falling down the
length of her body, looking like it was made just for her. Then she
grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door.

We went out to a local dance place that she said would interest me. I
paid the cover for both of us. I bought the drinks. There was even a
young man walking around selling roses, so I bought one of those. I
gave it to my lady friend. She smiled, held it to her nose, and then
placed it sideways in her mouth, standing up as she did so. I could
see a very slight drop of blood where a thorn had cut into her lip,
but she didn’t seem to notice.

There was no one on the dance floor as she pulled me up to it and out
to the middle, but that didn’t appear to concern her. The drop of
blood on her lip grew to a small bubble and then rolled lazily down
her chin, leaving behind a red trail. She moved in and started
dancing up against my body, sliding in out away, up and down. Her
hands where on my shoulders caressing my ears and the back of my neck.

So I started moving with her, stepping in and back in synchronicity
with her, swaying my hips side to side. Another drop of blood was
welling up on her lip and as we danced it broke and rolled down her
chin. I reached out with my right hand and caught the drop on my
fingertip, bringing it to my lips to taste. Her eyes sparkled and her
eyebrows twitched up ever so slightly.

The music had taken us and we moved together and the sound flowed and
we danced. Her hands moved down off of my shoulders and down my
chest, rubbing around my nipples which were taut under my shirt. Then
she grabbed my tie and began undoing it. Deftly she untied its knot
and slid it off my neck and over my head.

She held my tie in her hands for a minute, just moving and flowing
with the song, then slid it around my wrists. Before I totally
understood what she was doing my hands were thoroughly tied together
and she held the ends in her fists. She smiled around the rose and a
drop of blood rolled down her chin. With one hand she lifted my tied
hands into the air and with the other she pushed me down to my knees.

Then she danced around me, jerking my hands so that I had to keep
facing her. Rubbing her hips behind against my back and then twirling
around, still keeping my hands in the air, and rubbing her groin into
the back of my head and sliding around to my face. She was turning me
on something fierce, but she kept me on my knees, with my hands tied
together and held above my head. Then she leaned over and kissed me,
transferring the rose to my teeth. I tasted her blood on the stem and
in her kiss, and felt the pinch of the thorn as it poked into my
tongue.

She raised me off of my knees and led me off the floor, slowly untying
my hands as we walked back to our table. When we got there she picked
up her purse, beckoned for me to follow her, and walked towards the
exit.

We left that club and got into my car. She told me to take her to my
place. She wanted to see my autographed copy of “The Living One” it
seemed.

When we got to my place we stepped inside and she went right through
the apartment as if she’d been there before, heading straight towards
the bedroom. I put our jackets in the hall closet, neatened myself up
in the mirror, and headed back that way myself. When I got back there
she was waiting for me, her shoes set to the side of the door, rubbing
her hands through her hair, spreading it out and letting it fall back
to her shoulders. I slid out of my shoes. Her ears showed through so
I reached out a hand to rub along the outer edge. She purred slightly
at my touch, then moved her hand along my arm, across my shoulder and
to the buttons of my shirt, her other hand joining the first one in
perfect timing to meet at the top button. It came undone easily, then
she slid down to the second one. It slid free. Then, with shirt to
hold onto she ripped outwards, spraying the remaining buttons around
the room and uncovering my chest in one hard motion. I stopped
stroking her ear, and looked at her.

Her hands continued moving, sliding the open shirt back and over my
shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides. The shirt fell away from
her and slid down my arms, getting caught on the cuffs. My hands were
effectively tied behind my back. She moved in for a kiss, locking
lips with me and forcing her tongue into my mouth. There was still a
slight taste of blood in her mouth and, oh god, did it turn me on. I
started ripping at my shirt, trying to get it off, but her hands came
up to my arms and stilled them.

“But…” I started to say, but her finger came up to my lips and she
shook her head, looking me right in the eyes, as if to say “No words.”

She walked me around the side of the bed and layed me down on it,
freeing my hands in the process. I could see that she hadn’t just
been standing there while I was putting away the jackets, as there
were two of my cotton ties lying on the nightstand next to me. She
grabbed one and slid it along my arm, coming to a halt at my wrist and
then wrapping it around. She lifted that hand to the headboard and
secured it in place. She grabbed the other tie and walked around the
bed. I watched her every move, awaiting the moment her skin would
touch mine again.

This time she trailed the tie across my chest, teasing my nipples with
the roughness of the cotton as it slid across. Then she tied my other
hand to the headboard and stepped away, looking at me. There was
nothing I could do but look back. She smiled and slid onto the bed,
sitting on it sideways so as to keep her legs off the bed, bent at the
knee, and her back to me. Her hands swirled around and around my
nipples and across my chest and down to my belly button. There her
lips met her hands.

She kissed downwards until her lips touched the hem of my pants, and
she grabbed it with her teeth and pulled, popping the button open.
She slid her tongue down to the zipper and bit that, pulling down.
Her hands had never moved from where they had stopped when her lips
met them. When the zipper was down her hands moved down to grab hold
of my pants and pull downwards, freeing them from my legs. Then she
stood up and stepped away, looking at my body.

There’s nothing more erotic than to be tied to a bed, while a fully
dressed woman does whatever it is that she wants to you. I was
completely enthralled. And I loved every single second of it.

Once she had looked enough, teasing me by just standing there, she
came back to the bed, only this time she slid all the way onto it,
sliding her feet underneath my knees, straddling my waist. Her dress
hiked up to conform to her position and rubbed against my erect penis
sending shivers coursing through my body. I looked up at her and saw
the light through her hair, making it look as if her head was
surrounded by a long, luxuriant, liquid fire which draped down to my
chest, burning me with each touch. My skin tingled everywhere her
hair touched. So she just dangled it for a little while, allowing it
to trail around my chest, leaning back occassionally to rub it along
my legs and feet. Her hips ground against mine ever so slightly.

Then she leaned forward and kissed my right nipple, her tongue
slipping out and wetting my skin, flicking back and forth. Her lips
slid across my chest to my left nipple which she bit down on, bringing
blood instantly. I thought I would scream, but she eased up and moved
back to my right, kissing ever so gently. She kissed her way back to
my left, an inch at a time, then bit down again, bringing sharp pain.
She went back and forth between my nipples like this for awhile,
alternating between pain and pleasure, sometimes biting the right, and
sometimes biting the left. I never knew which one she was going to
hurt, so I looked forward to feeling the light kisses, and was pleased
when instead she bit down. The pain became something more erotic and
dark with each bite. And still her hips ground against mine.

She moved up to my neck biting slightly, and kissing alot. Then she
ran her tongue up to my ear and around the rim, then inside to the
center swirl by swirl, taking her time, until her tongue was probing
the hole. Her lips slid around my whole ear and her teeth sank slowly
into the dangling lobe, pulling on it while biting down harder. The
swaying of her hips increased in pace.

Then she moved her mouth away from my ear and up along my temple and
across my forehead, kissing me ever so lightly. Her tongue ran across
my eyebrows. Then she lightly ran it across my eyelids, one at a
time, very gently so that I could barely feel it. It was fire. The
motion of her hips increased and the cotton of her dress was rubbing
against my cock urgently.

She arched her back up as she rocked her hips, and her thighs squeezed
mine, and her hands ran through her hair spreading it out and letting
it drop back a strand at a time. She was in complete control.

And just when I thought that I could take no more she stopped her hips
and slid her body down my legs until her face was in my crotch. She
blew one short quick burst of cold wind along the length of my penis
and that was all I could take. My legs tensed up, my arms tightened
and the ties strained against the headboard, my stomach muscles
contracted, my eyes squeezed shut and I came, erupting along the
length of my body, just reaching my chin with the first shot.

She slid her body slowly upwards along mine, her tongue gathering in
my cum as she moved closer to my face. Finally her tongue flicked my
chin, grabbing the last drop, and she leaned in to kiss me,
transferring some of my own cum back to me. I kissed her and took it
all, tasting some of the blood from my nipples mixed in with the
bittersweet juice.

She undid my hands and picked up her shoes, heading towards the door.
I scrambled to pull on my pants before she got out, but when I left
the bedroom the front door was already hanging open. I ran to it and
looked along the street but she was nowhere in sight. I stepped off
of my porch and went to my car, looking as far down the street to the
right and left as I could.

“Owww! Fuck!” I had stepped on something in my barefeet and it had
punctured my skin. I lifted my foot to pull it out and sticking
there, right in the arch, was the labrys earring that I had seen in
her ear. But she was nowhere to be seen.

On top of the very nice physical package she was friendly, chatty and gave
a WONDERFUL lap dance. She touched as much as the law would allow, and maybe a
bit more. And as time had gone on (this was the sixth time I had come in
during the past 5 months) her dances for me had gotten just a little more
risque, a little hotter, a little more daring. She let me touch her back quite
a bit too, but I was always careful not to go over the line. It was still
great. She also gave lip-kisses. Most of the girls would only give you a
little nip on the cheek. Little details like that mean a lot to me.

Anyway, we were there and my buddy got up to go to the restroom. As he
walked away, I sighed, considering the fact I only had $22 bucks left of the
$130 I had started with, and observed that it was unfortunate the evening was
going to have to end fairly soon.

“How come?” Her voice wasn’t bad either, not the gravelly, husky female
voice that made me melt, but pretty nice all the same.

I explained the money thing. I usually got 4 or 5 (3 or 4 from her)
dances and 3-4 overpriced drinks when I came in. She knew my limits, but
I’d only had two of her dances tonight — she had been with other customers.

She leaned down with her lips to my right ear and pressed her warm soft
cheek to mine. I loved it when she did that. She did it quite a bit.

“Who says it has to end?” she asked softly.

That raised my eyebrows. She never pushed me to haul out my plastic for
her, never pushed period. A rarity, and yet another thing I liked about her
(you’re gonna be sick of all the little details I liked about this woman before
I’m done).

That left one possibility, one I’d never seriously considered before. It
was against club policy for dancers to go out with customers. Naturally the
owners were afraid of getting nailed for pimping or something, or even being
innocent bystanders in a prostitution scandal. But it sure sounded like she
was proposing a little after-work get-together. So the questions were 1) Is
she a cop? or 2) Is she a hooker?

I craned my neck around to look her in the eyes, and she shifted slightly
to help me out.

“Care to elaborate on that?” I asked.

She smiled impishly and leaned forward. Her hair spilled around our faces
and I could smell her breath. It was sweet from the call drinks we’d both had.
She touched her forehead to mine and whispered, “You’re always really sweet.
You’re friendly and you don’t try to pull a big come-on. I like that a lot.
I’d also like to spend the rest of the night with you. No strings, just fun.”
She leaned back to gauge my reaction.

She needn’t have bothered. My cock had gotten rock hard in seconds, and
as I stared back, trying to formulate a witty assent worthy of James Bond, she
pressed her leg into my erection, waggled her eyebrows suggestively and said “I
think I’ve got a ‘yes’ here.” I grinned at her and we made plans hurriedly
before my buddy came back from the restroom.

To shorten things a bit, let’s just say that it required a bit of timing
and my dashing about at high speed in my Grand Prix to get me separated from
my buddy (luckily he lived nearby) and back with Julie without her fellow
club workers noticing. Her apartment was much closer than mine, so we headed
there. I was as excited as all hell, but during the short trip alone back to
the club, I resolved that since she was giving me the most princely gift of her
beautiful body, I had to see to it that she enjoyed this evening as much as
possible. It would be my gift to her.

We had a difficult time getting into her apartment. We kept stopping
every few steps and kissing strongly. For a long time I had desired to *really*
kiss her, as opposed to the brief ones we were allowed at the club. She would
press her warm body up against mine and move up and down, stroking me with
her entire self, while our tongues “dueled like soft, moist sabers” (I’ve
always liked that line). It was wonderful, but I restrained myself as much as
possible. Crazy animalistic sex would be great, but it wasn’t what I wanted
to do for her right now. I wanted to add in a lot of tease, to make her beg
for release, to drive her crazy. I’m no Don Juan, but on the few occasions
I’d had opportunity to do this in the past, my partners were always VERY grate-
ful.

Finally, we staggered into the bedroom. She’d lost her top and I my
shirt. We flopped onto the bed, still kissing madly, but I’d managed to slow
the pace down to just intense instead of wild. Stroking her smooth back, I
eased her onto her stomach and moved up to whisper in her ear.

“Just relax for a while and let me do the work. Let it be my thanks for
your having me over.” Yeah, yeah, “having me over” isn’t all that romantic
sounding, but I didn’t want to get really gushy and say “make love”, and “have
sex” seemed *much* too cold.

“Mmmmmm,” she purred, and smiled sexily, settling onto the bed with a cute
wiggle. I took that as a “yes”, as I reached over and turned on a small lamp.
The light was subdued but ample. Excellent.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

then making sure there were no stray drops of the cooking oil inside. I came

leaning back against the wall. When I had my breath back, he handed me the wash

cloth and told me that it was now my turn. I’m sure I grinned as I repeated the

procedure on him. The water was beginning to run cold by the time we were both

done. He dried me off and put my collar back on. (When had he taken it off?) He

lead me to the bed. I would normally have found something pretty to wear, but J

wouldn’t allow it. We both slept nude, or he did, I was after all wearing my

collar. It was a very odd night. Very sensual. He made love to me then, right

after we got into the bed, but he didn’t come (though I did). Then he explained

to me that my job was to service him whenever he had the urge all night. He’s a

very light sleeper. I don’t know how many times he woke up and took me or had me

go down on him, or flipped me on my back and licked me until I was screaming my

orgasm. I have no idea how many times he made me come. Sometime in the middle

of the night he came, his member buried in my bottom. Each time he took me

there, he would have me go and get a warm wash cloth and clean him off. Then

he’d have me go down on him until he was really hard and take me vaginally. In

the morning he came again, in my pussy this time. Each time he brought me to

orgasm. I was finding it easier and easier to come each time. It was as if

lifting all responsibility from me made me better in bed, or at least released

all my inhibitions and let me come more and more often. By morning I was actually

sated, tired but sated. I wondered about the day he’d have in srore for me.

I’ve gotten bored. I feel like I’m no longer talking about me and my experience

as much as I’m just offering you some titilation. It’s really difficult to

identify the specific occurrences on Saturday. So much happened. A lot of it was

J actually using me however and whenever he wished. He explained to me what a

pearl necklace was after he’d given me one. I’d never expected him to use the

tube of K-Y he took out between my breasts. When he spurted over my neck and

chin, he told me about that. I was naked nearly all day. His hands were all over

me most of the day. No pinch marks or anything like that, just a healthy

appreciation of my skin and that his time was limited. I came so many times that

my sides ached, sorta the way that they feel if you laugh too hard and too long.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a nice ache, but clearly we pushed our physical

limitations quite a bit. He pushed my emotional buttons very strongly too.

Normally I like to be the center of attention by being boisterous. He made me

the center of attention by making me quiet. He played a lot of head games with

me and made me love it. I served him breakfast in bed, of course. When he was

finished eating he had me go down on him while he finished his coffee of all

things. When I had him hard, he put his cup down and took me again, from behind

this time. He didn’t come then, but he made me, twice. J played this bizarre

game with me where he’d ask me questions that were extremely personal, like the

precise manner in which I lost my virginity, with graphic details. If I didn’t

tell him or if I didn’t seem to be telling the truth right away, he’d begin to

fondle me. He’d keep doing it until I told him what he’d asked. The bastard

kept me coming for what seemed like ten minutes, it couldn’t have been that long,

but he had this knack of being able to keep me right on the peak for the longest

times. I told him all kinds of things, the first time I had anal sex, all of the

occasions … well, you get the idea. We played that for much of the morning. He

did take me out, but that’s too complicated to go into now, perhaps later at

another session. The last thing he did Saturday night was probably the most

physically intense. He tied me to the 4 corners of my bed. Then he blindfolded

me. I had images of being tit-fucked again or of taking him in my mouth while he

held me down, of all kinds of things. He gave me a massage. At least it began as

a massage. Then it kind of evolved into something else. He stopped kneading my

muscles as much as he titilated my skin. He spend several minutes running his

hands up my thighs and down my stomach until I was ready to beg him to touch my

pussy, screw me, touch me, anything. Then he disappeared for a couple of

minutes. The next thing I felt, remember I was blindfolded, was him putting a

warm wash cloth over my sex. I knew what he was doing when he began to lather it

up. He told me that I needed to be very still and then began to shave my pubic

hair away. Now my husband and I engage in oral and anal sex, though normally

inside, so it wasn’t as if any of the specific acts were new to me. Shaving

myself isn’t something I’ve had to do or wanted to do for that matter. Somehow,

it felt forbidden and deliciously sexy to have him do it this way. He certainly

took his time over it, and while I suspect he wasn’t ever using the razor on me

while he did it, he did rub my clit a lot while reminding me that I needed to

stay still while he shaved me. That was fairly intense. When he was done, he used

a wet cloth to clean off the last of the soap. Then he went down on me, and down

on me and down on me. I lost count of how many times he made me come. When he

stopped, he put some baby oil on my newly shaved pussy. That’s when I felt there

was something he was hiding. After he oiled me, he used his fingers on me and

started me coming again. Then, I swear, he tried to see how long he could make

me come. He used his tongue, his fingers, his prick, then started over with his

tongue. He did it so long that I couldn’t catch my breath. When he untied me, I

was dizzy. He had to help me to the bathroom. He wouldn’t let me take off the

blindfold right away, but I did feel that he’d left a patch of fuzz on the upper

right hand side of my pubic hair. It wasn’t until I’d spend another night just

like the last one (I did make him come three times, once in each aperture as he

called it) coming maybe a dozen separate times myself that I got to see myself in

the light. I kept that heart shaped pubic patch for a couple of months after

that. Oh, look at the time. I’ve got to be going. I must say I enjoyed this

more than I thought. What? Oh, yes, I do re-do the heart from time to time…

justice I have to be a great deal more explicit that I would normally prefer. I

prefer to flirt, both with men and with the details of my adventures. It seems

much more appropriate to say I spent the night with someone than to say

specifically what we did. I will try to overcome this as I tell you what

happened. If I seem to be skirting something, you have to be willing to interrupt

me with questions. I may evade, but I will never lie. Anyway, with that in mind,

the story really begins on a Friday night a few months back. The Chief, my

affectionate name I gave my husband, had some friends over. I was getting in

late from a conference and it was clearly his party. I knew nearly everyone

there, but they were his friends. I came in about 10:00 that night. I’d slept

on the train, so I was still fairly fresh. There they all were in the dining

room, playing cards. The Chief gave me a big hug when I came in and carried my

suitcase up to the bedroom. I washed my face and slipped out of my travel

clothes into the kind of thing I normally hang around the house in, a shirt of

the Chief’s and tights (white and blue respectively.) I’d eaten so I just nibble

at the snacks and watched them play. I stood or sat behind the Chief and one or

two of the other players seemed to have trouble focusing on their cards. I’d been

behaving myself for the past few days and this tickled me. Thinking to myself,

It’s all in a good cause (the Chief’s winnings) I would stretch or walk around or

occasionally pick things up off of the floor. They seemed to enjoy it and I

certainly did. Around midnight about half of the crew left and when the game had

gotten down to 4 players, I sat in and became a fifth. They were betting quarters

mostly and I sat down with around $20 and began to play. I was about $5 ahead

when I began to lose steadily. One of the other players ran out of money and

left. That had been the pattern. When you ran out of the money you had on the

table, you were done. This gave the game a quality that the Chief described as

friendly. There were limits on how fast you could raise, there were limits on

the number of raises, and what they described as table stakes. No checks, no

I.O.U.s, no big debts. The game had gone on for a couple of years, losing very

few players and the ‘friendly’ atmosphere was probably responsible. So, here I am

down to about $5.00 and another player went bust and left. I’d lost about 8

hands in a row. I started trying to bet conservatively until I felt my luck

change. That helped me outlast one more player who also left. It was about 1:30

in Saturday morning now. I lost all but my last dollar betting on a full house of

Queens and fives. It seemed like a conservative, safe bet, but here I was down

to 4 quarters. One went into the pot for my ante and I picked up a pair of

kings. There were 2 quarters in raises to me which I covered and I found myself

looking at a third king and two aces in my draw. I bet the quarter I had left,

the Chief raised one quarter (He’d drawn three cards) and J, the other player

raised one. So, here I was with a winning hand and nothing left to bet. Or was

I really down to nothing. I grinned at J, moved my eyes to the Chief and somehow

or other managed to say with a straight face, I’ll cover the pot with my shirt if

I lose.

The Chief was drinking something as I said. How he managed to not spray it all

over the cards, I’ll never know. He was close to losing it. When I say losing

it, I mean laughing, not being angry. He seemed to see this as just one more of

my flirtings which rather than growing resigned to, he has come to enjoy over

…End of the part1. To be continued..

The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection

quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and caressed her hair

and rocked her back and forth softly while making what I hoped were

soothing noises.

For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her

head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. “God, I feel so

stupid…” she said in a very quiet voice.

“Shhh.” I said, “It’s okay. You’re not stupid. Things just went a little

too fast, didn’t they?”

She nodded, looking away. “I guess so. I’ve never been like this in my

entire life. I talk a lot, but I’m not really like that. Tonight I just…

I don’t know…” she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest

again.

“There, there,” I said softly “being lonely and hurting doesn’t make you

a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the

rest of us. You’re a free adult and I don’t feel you did anything wrong.”

I don’t think she was convinced but she didn’t respond or argue. We lay

together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she

raised her head. “These long hours don’t help any, either. I think I’ll go

to bed.”

She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in

several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my

concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed

for the night but she held a hand down to me. “Come on.”

I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my

muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find

out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. “I know it’s kind

of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I’d really like some

nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don’t mind, do you?”

I really didn’t, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. “I’ve always

liked you.”

The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still

seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size

bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She

had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday

morning, actually.

She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh,

springs groaning beneath her. “God, I’m so tired.” She gripped the lower

hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and then looked up at me,

concerned. “You don’t mind, do you? I don’t usually sleep with anything

on.”

My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my

head, trying not to appear too anxious, “No, that’s… okay.”

She pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch more

of bare skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the

floor beside her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and

sighed “Ah… that feels so much better.” She swung her legs up onto the

bed and covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and

inviting, the aureoles a bright rosy read, the nipples still partially

…End of the part6. To be continued..

anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was

capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was

because I the only guy who really tried.”

I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that

she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped

back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside

my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while

I continued to talk in a husky voice. “You see, my favorite part of making love

is to explore the woman’s body.” My hands moved up and down her arms. Her

breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still

closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, “Every inch, from head to

toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she

can’t take any more. And then…” I ran my hands up her sides and slowly,

gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps,

then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and

heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index

fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.

By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing

its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath

coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against

hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two

sensuous snakes.

Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.

We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one

of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to

work.

On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed

to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire

raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet…

The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the

otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I

didn’t have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but

wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a

woman’s dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as

well.

But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my

legs.

Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking

graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take

off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.

“What’s up?” I asked her.

“Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She’s got my car tonight.”

Dianne was Jenny’s roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once

mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn’t have to get up

early tomorrow she surely wouldn’t enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come

down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered,

…End of the part2. To be continued..

When I broke my right leg after being up at the resort for only a few
days, I thought the good times were finished. But after a day or
two, when all that was left of the skiing accident was my leg in a
cast, I started to get friendly with Elizabeth. Sleek and slender
with long auburn hair and cat-green eyes, she had the kind of boobs
that made my mouth go dry. Her ski sweater filled to over-flowing.

Everyone was out on the slopes, and Elizabeth and I were in my room,
laying in front of the fire. Elizabeth had her head nestled on my
shoulder and one leg over my cast. I inhaled the fragrance from her
hair, then I started to kiss her throat and her ear. She moaned
softly.

I slid my hand in the back of her sweater and slowly started to rub
her back. Elizabeth sighed and snuggled closer. I explored her silky
mouth with my tongue; when I found a sensitive spot, she responded
with a little shiver. Elizabeth sucked my tongue. I nibbled on her
lips, licked them, and they seemed to swell with passion.

I felt Elizabeth press her crotch against my cast. She murmured with
pleasure and pressed again, harder. I slipped my hand into her
panties, massaging and squeezing her. In slow, easy waves, Elizabeth
rubbed herself against my leg.

“This is heaven,” she whispered.

She stripped off her panties, and when I started to get up, she said,
“No, don’t move.” She snuggled against me again. Her pussy flashed a
bright pink – now I knew where the term “hot pink” came from – and
her clitoris stood out, wet and slick with her arousal. She dipped
her fingers into her lovehold and gave me a taste, letting me suck
her fingers clean.

Furiously now, Elizabeth began to hump my cast, jerking her hips up
and down, rubbing her love juice over me, grinding her clit into my
leg. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in concentration. She
was panting, and her voice was a steady sing-song of passion.

A powerful orgasm soon shook her entire body. She gave a small
scream, her legs quivering. She twitched and pushed her spasming
pussy against my cast. “Oh, that’s so good,” she said. Later, after
she had gotten her breath back, she murmured, “Thank you.”

Since returning from the ski trip, Elizabeth has come over to my
place several times – and it is amazing how creative that girl is
with a cast!

–

It was only a few minutes later that Miyoko Stood and rubbed
one hand over her hardened nipples, and the other over her
glistening cunt. While she looked him in the eye she said,
“You’ve got a deal.” Then without a word moved forward and sat
on Tim’s lap taking his cock deep into her.

Tim felt Miyoko use her muscles to squeeze his cock while
she rode him at a frenzied pace. He smiled as he reached up and
grabbed her breasts pulling her forward to suck on her ripe
nipples, slowing her down in the process. “Anytime you’re ready
to concede you’ve lost let me know.” Tim told her smugly.

Miyoko let out a little growl as she pulled a way and
started grinding her hips in circular motions as she bounced up
and down. “Oh, come on baby, fuck my cunt.” She said as she
leaned forward then whispered in Tims’ ear, “I want to fill you
shoot your cum deep into me.”

Tim stroked Miyoko’s long black hair and ran his hands down
to her ass and slipped a finger in her cunt along side his cock.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” Asked Tim as he slipped his now moist
finger up Miyoko tight shit hole.

“Oh . . .oh yes!”, Miyoko screamed as she let loose with an
orgasm.

Tim pulled Miyoko head toward him and kissed her while she
continued pumping his cock. “Now that I’ve won I get to do it
anyway that I want right?”

“On the couch, the bed, on the balcony, or down in the
middle of the casino. Anywhere, and anyway you want. After I
taste your cum, I’m all yours baby.” Miyoko said as she slid
between Tims’ open legs.

“Hold it just a second.” Tim said. “I want to know if I’m
going to be the Mr. April your searching for.”

“I don’t know. I’ve still got a few days till I have to
choose someone new.” She answered.

“So what your saying is this could just end up being a one
night stand, right.”

“You got it baby, now let me taste you.” Answered Miyoko

“Well,” Tim said as he stood, “then I’m going to leave you
wanting more.”

“No I lied, you’re going to be Mr. April. Come on sit back
down and let me suck you off.” Miyoko purred.

“So what your saying then,” Tim ran his hands across her
firm breasts squeezing gently. “Is that if I let you give me a
blow job, then lift your tiny body and fuck you till you beg for
mercy, then I’ll be your Mr. April”

“Let me think about it for a minuet.” Tim said while
Miyoko’s hands were stroking his cock. “Lay down on your back.”

“Why would I want to do something like that.” She asked

“One hell of a good reason.” Tim said. “After I’ve sniffed
you, licked you, nibbled on you and fingered you, you might get
to suck me off.”

“What guarantees do I get.” Asked Miyoko.

“None.” Said Tim. “It’s a gamble. Do you feel up to it?”

Miyoko didn’t answer, instead she walked over to the bar sat
on the counter. “Well seeing as how this is a casino,” She lifted
her legs and placed each on one of the barstools.

“So your game?” Tim asked.

As Miyoko ran a hand along her shortly cropped snatch she
said “Belly up to the bar. Tonight’s special is a quint japanese
delight, and is now being served.”

Tim grabbed the remained stool and placed it between Miyoko
opened legs and sat. “Umm,” he said as he took a deep breath.
“Smells good enough to eat.”

“Oh but it’s so much better than good. Take your Time and
make me want you.” Miyoko said.

“What do you want, huh.” Tim said as he ran a hand along her
moist cunt. “Oh you taste so good” he said as his tongue
flickered over her parted lips.

“Come on baby, fuck it.” Miyoko said as she grabbed the back
of Tims head pulling his head closer. “Yes, that’s it. Oh come
…End of the part3. To be continued..

It was only a couple of blocks to wear Miyoko said to meet
her. She walked over to the car now wearing what only looked
like some kind of oriental wrap. She leaned in the window and
asked, “Did you get us a room.”

“Paid for till noon tomorrow.” Answered Tim.

“We need to make one stop along the way.” Said Miyoko. “I
need to pick up some clothes.”

“What did you do with the dress.” Asked Tim.

“I’ll explain later.” She said as she wrote something down
on a piece of paper. “Here are my sizes, I can’t possible go in
to a store like this.” Miyoko turned spread her legs and licked
her lips as one of her bare tits spilled out of the wrap. “And
besides that. I like my man to know exactly what I have on as I
slowly dance around taking it off. Once I’m down to my bear ass,
and tits, then the fun begins.”

“Don’t keep me in suspense.” Tim said as he ran his fingers
up the inside of her thighs and brushed them lightly across her
moist lips. “What happens next.”

“Well……” Miyoko purred as she slipped one of Tim’s
fingers into her hot snatch. “Before I start taking it off,
you’re stripped and sat in a chair, legs open facing me. Then
after a slow sexy strip tease, I’ll walk over to you, and deep
throat you till your nice and wet so that as I mount your pole
you slide into my tight hole nice and slick. Then it turns into
a game. I try to get you off as fast as I can, while you try to
last as long as you can.”

Tim smiled at her and asked “What does the winner get?”

She said, “I’m what’s known as a two cum bitch. The winner
gets to choose how we do it the second Time, be in control. Like
if I win, I get to be in my favorite positions. . . ..”

“And if I win, I’d get to do you in my favorite positions.”
Interrupted Tim.

“You got it baby.” Miyoko smiled and added, “And by the way,
I hate to loose and I give most men more competition than they
can handle.”

Tim slipped another finger into her cunt and said, “Well
we’ll just have to see who is better now won’t we.”

As they pulled up in front of the casino, Miyoko asked “Why
didn’t stop anywhere?”

Tim looked her in the eyes while opening her wrap and said,
“Why, your not wearing anything under this wrap. I thought that
we could save some Time. As soon as we get up to the room, you
strip me and I sit in a chair and we go at it till you beg me to
come.”

Miyoko smiled and said, “A little cocky aren’t we. I’m
gonna ride you fuck pole so fast and furious you won’t know what
happened. Don’t you feel how tight I am against your fingers?”
You think you cock can last in me. Your dreaming.”

“Well I guess it’s Time that we go find out don’t you.” Tim
said as he helped Miyoko out of the car.

Upon entering the room, Miyoko kissed Tim and told him, “I
want to fuck you. I want to feel you meat against my walls.
Come on baby, lets get you out of these clothes.” She then
started to bite the buttons off his shirt while he slowly
unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor.

When Tim was comfortable in a chair, he told her, “All
right, now it’s your turn. Make me hard baby.”

As Miyoko danced around the chair, she lifted her wrap and
asked, “Do you like my pussy?” Without waiting for an answer,
she slipped a finger in and said, “Look how wet I am, how deep my
fingers can go. Want to see my breasts.” She smiled and moaned
as she slipped a creamy white breast out from under the wrap and
pinched a cherry red nipple.

Tim smiled as she opened the wrap and let it fall from her
shoulders to the floor in one motion. He motioned for Miyoko to
come over and told her, “Take my cock in your mouth slut.”

“What?” Said Miyoko with a smile. “Are we loosing are
patients already. I told you the object is to get you off as
quick as I can after I begin touching you cock.” She knelt down
between his legs and continued, “I’ve had some men with so little
control they actually came before I’ve had a chance to fuck
them.”

…End of the part2. To be continued..

“Tell me about your roommate? What is she like?” asked Lydia.

“She is this cute little redhead. I just loved redheads!” Charlotte exclaimed and

Lydia blushed as she played with a red curly lock of hair.

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

“You have beautiful red hair,” Charlotte said getting bolder.

“Thank you. I often think of coloring it though. It gets a lot of attention.”

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

“I won’t…it’s just a thought I have every once in awhile.”

“Do you brush it often? Your hair is so shiny and perfect!” exclaimed Charlotte.

“You sound like a shampoo commercial!” laughed Lydia.

“Haha, I am sorry. Would you let me comb it for you?” asked Charlotte, as her

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

“Sure. There is a comb in my bedroom. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“You’re apartment is so gorgeous. Here sit on the bed and I’ll comb your hair. I

was going to be a hairdresser you know, but I decided on getting a degree here. I

had a scholarship, so its not like I could turn it down,” blurted Charlotte, as

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

Lydia felt a hand massaging her back as Charlotte ceased brushing her hair. Lydia

didn’t resist because it felt good to be touched. Charlotte’s hands kneaded her

neck in tiny circles and she said, “Boy, you’re really tense!”

“That feels really good. Don’t stop,” said Lydia, knowing full well it wouldn’t

end with just a massage. She didn’t really care. The girl’s hands were like heat

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

Lydia lay on her stomach as Charlotte unzipped Lydia’s dress releasing the

tension of the tight dress and also allowing herself to explore more of Lydia’s

soft flesh.

“There that’s better isn’t it?” asked Charlotte.

“Mmm, yes.”

“Let me undo this terrible contraption here. It’s really not good to be wearing a

…End of the part13. To be continued..

sorry ass to your bedroom. I will be up in a minute. You be spread and ready

for me…”

Anna rose and quickly walked to the stairs leading to her bedroom.

Jerome sat at the kitchen table as Mrs. Anna Belvoir departed. He casually

finished his coffee while Anna’s husband huddled on the floor by his feet.

“Give me your belt white boy,” Jerome casually asked.

Jim, frightened, but with his five inch spear still rock hard quickly unbuckled

his belt and handed the black leather to his wife’s black master. Jerome took

the belt from his out stretched hands and wrapped it around his neck. He then

rose and started pulling the hapless husband towards the stairs to his martial

bedroom. Jim was drug several feet before he hunched up and was litterly drug by

his neck bent at the waist. He had to nearly crawl up the stairs as Jerome set a

frantic pace.

When the two men had reached the top of the stairs Jerome turned to look at the

helpless white husband. “Where is your bedroom ?”

Jim looked up and pointed to the second door to his left. It was at the end of

the hall in the spacious home. For his assistance he was brutally drug to a

point just short of the open door. A dim light shone from the bedroom. “I will

leave you here. You will be able to hear me taking your wife; but I don’t want

you watching” he said. He casually wrapped the end of the belt around one of the

rungs in the banister. It was not tied but Jim was not able to question his

orders. He would dutifully remain outside his bedroom door while the black man

enjoyed his wife’s many charms.

“Beg me again to take your wife white boy,” came the one last humiliating

comment.

Without hesitation Jim looked up in the dim light and spoke the opprobrious

words, “Please fuck my wife Mr. Bettis.”

Jerome laughed at the pathetic husband and walked into the luxurious bedroom. He

smiled upon entering. Mrs. Anna Belvoir, was propped on the bed. Her long white

legs were obscenely spread and she had a worried look on her face.

Jerome Bettis, her black boss casually started undressing at the foot of the bed.

One by one his articles of clothing was removed and hung carefully in the

closet. It was as if HE was the husband coming home to his horny spouse. Jerome

then stepped out of the shadows near the closet and stepped closer to the bed.

He heard an audible gasp as the forty year old white wife finally realized the

size of his black cock. She had sucked the ten inch monster to climax earlier in

the day but now……….. It was fully erect and poor Anna could not imagine

how such a large thick steel rod would ever fit into her tight little chute. Her

…End of the part21. To be continued..

to rendezvous with Mrs. Anna Belvoir at the exclusive Chestwood Hotel in downtown

Memphis on a rather regular basis. And now…….this pompous young black

upstart had the audacity to demand that Anna would now be HIS assistant. As the

other eleven white partners sat looking with amused expressions he finally

surrendered his plaything……..”If you feel you need the services of Mrs.

Belvoir; then she is at your disposal Mr. Bettis,” the Senior Partner finally

offered. There were several bemused sighs as the other partners in the law firm

rejoiced at the older man’s humiliation at the hands of the young arrogant black

attorney.

Jerome then turned to leave the gathering and mentioned over his shoulder, “Bring

me Mrs. Belvoir’s personal file and her security file. I need to review her

qualifications before I meet with her in thirty minutes.”

Rage engulfed Mr. Bougehard Wright’s face as he was ordered about by the most

junior partner of the huge law firm; and a “black porch monkey” at that. Angrily

he ordered the trifle task to be performed by one of his smirking white

colleagues. As he thought about the pretentious request he asked himself how the

newest attorney knew about the “security” reports that the firm had compiled on

all partners and staff of the law firm. The security report was routinely

updated by a local private investigating firm on all members of the firm and

contained from time to time very sensitive information about the individuals

partners and employees. This data enabled him; the most senior partner to know

all the weaknesses; vices and other incriminating details about those who worked

under him. His mind drifted knowing the details in Mrs. Anna Belvior’s private

file.

When Boughard returned to his office he stood beside Anna’s large cherry desk

directly outside his inner office. “I’m afraid that Mr. Bettis has requested

that you be assigned to assist him in the Greater Louisiana Oil Company case.

I’m………….sorry,” he managed to speak as he turned and walked hurriedly

into his office. The large oak door shut solidly…….

Anna could not believe what he had just told her…. Mrs. Anna Belvoir was

brought up on an elegant old South plantation in Southern Alabama. She could

trace her ancestry back to the Civil War and she had attended all the right

finishing schools. Her disgust of Black People in general and Mr. Bettis in

particular was well known throughout the office. She considered herself above the

black race and had on many occasions explained her views that they should still

be “shackled and working in the cotton fields; with a heavy dose of the cat

o’nine tales applied liberally……….”

She was quickly brought out of her stupor when one of the other secretaries

stopped in front of her desk. “Mr. Bettis wants you in his office; Now!” she

brusquely informed the vacant staring beauty. Mrs. Anna Belvoir was the most

senior para legal and she was in charge of training and disciplining all the

other staff in the large office. Most, if not all, disliked her patronizing and

know it all attitude, coupled with her being the prize pet of the Senior Partner,

made her transfer all the more satisfying for the many gathered cadre.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

to show his manhood and protect his wife… and his home. As he considered his

alternatives he was struck sharply across the face. The blow knocked him out of

his chair and he as he laid on the floor he looked up to the muscular black man

that was dramatically changing his life. His only response was meek and

frightened…… “Please don’t hit me again….”

Anna sit silently as Jerome Bettis established his domination over her frightened

husband. It has been less than two days since her own submission to this

powerful black man. Anna started shivering as she heard her husband begged the

black man to not strike him again.

Jerome resumed his seat and gave Anna a stern look. “I gave you an order. Do not

make the mistake of disobeying it.”

Anna rose and looked at her sniveling husband. She silently unthreaded the metal

button at the top off her jeans. Without looking down she then pulled the zipper

down. She had to wiggle her hips to pull the tight jeans down her muscular

thighs. She said nothing as she pulled the legs of the jeans over her feet. She

had removed her shoes. The pretty white wife then turned and bent slightly at

the waist.

Jerome’s black hands stroked her upper thighs and his fingers found the angry red

welts and outlined them. Her Lilly white skin contrasted sharply with his dark

hands. As his finger tips caressed the red welts she moaned softly. The wife

remembered her punishment only a few short hours ago.

Jim watched silently from his prone position on the kitchen floor. He felt his

manhood harden and he was ashamed. A black man was casually stroking his nearly

naked wife in their home and his cock was throbbing; harder than he could ever

remember.

“Remove your panties Mrs. Belvoir. I wish to play with your tight little pussy,”

Jerome ordered.

Mrs. Anna Belvoir did not question the instruction. She had quickly learned that

Jerome was not to be questioned. She wondered very briefly if he husband would

come to her aid…… and then she realized that her husband would not…or could

not protect her. She put her fingers in the top of her fresh panties and pulled

them down. The tails of her white shirt was still covering her upper body.

“Grab your ankles Mrs. Belvoir… Make yourself ready for me….” Jerome mocked

the pretty middle aged wife.

Anna had always prided herself on her lean and agile body. She bent at the waist

and locked her hands around her small precious ankles.

Jerome sat quietly for several minutes watching the pretty wife. Her muscles

were starting to rebel as she was stretched in the awkward position. “Do you

want to fuck me tonight Mrs. Belvoir ?” he asked.

…End of the part19. To be continued..

Jerome rose and pulled together his wardrobe. He returned to his chair and

looked at the gentle rise and fall of Anna’s nearly perfect breasts. Theodore’s

long black cock was still lodged in the white wife’s stretched pussy. His cum was

dripping out her hole and coating the tops of her white silk hose. After several

minutes Theodore pulled his long cock from the warm passageway of the beautiful

lady and squeezed the remaining contents on her upper thighs. Smiling he too

returned to his chair.

With her alcohol fogged brain Anna finally opened her eyes to the bright office

lights. She could feel the two black’s spunk over her body. Her tender nipples

were red and swollen and her previously tight and seldom used woman chamber was

stretched and dripping with black cum. She drug herself to a sitting position

and felt the warm liquid leak from her stretched lower lips and coat the inside

of her new skirt. Groggily she looked over to her smirking boss.

Never had her husband Jim given her such pleasure. Her mind returned to the

picture of Jerome punching each of her birth control pills out of their pouch.

The fertile black sperm dripping from her stretched hole today will not make her

pregnant but……… what about tomorrow ?

On unsteady feet she rose and meekly asked Jerome, “May I go clean up Mr. Bettis

?”

Jerome looked at the disheveled forty year old white wife and his cock twitched

again. She was such a beautiful lady; and she was his.

“If you drink another full glass of whiskey; you may clean yourself….” was the

reply from Mrs. Anna Belvoir’s superior.

Wearily, Anna walked to the right side of the desk where the nearly empty whiskey

bottle rested. With unsteady hands she poured herself another glass of the brown

liquid. She swayed back and forth in front of her two black fuck masters. Her

blouse was still unbuttoned and hung open exposing her white breasts with the red

fuck marks gleaming in the early morning light. A large fist sized cum stain

coated the front of her navy blue skirt. Theodore’s sticky black cum dripped

from her permanently stretched hole and coated her white silk hose. She had

discarded her four inch white heels and her eyes were having a hard time

remaining open. Her excessive forced consumption of potent Kentucky sipping

whiskey made her distraught mind swirl. When her mind did return to a minute of

reality she blamed the whiskey…… for her wantonness with her new black boss

and his black client.

“Drink your whiskey Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome ordered.

Anna’s eyes turned to her boss…… her new black master. With shaking hands

she brought the glass to her lips and let the vile liquid slide down her throat.

The brown liquid burned as it made it’s journey. When the glass was drained Anna

…End of the part14. To be continued..

running a close second for the VP slot against Brenda, but had managed to slip

past her by anonymously leaking false information about BJ thru the companies

computer system. Brenda was never sure where the rumors started but had a very

good idea.

Once Karen had taken her position still fearing Brenda’s superior talent, she

proceeded to “in effect” demote her by making her the department head over a much

smaller department. This move infuriated Brenda and revenge was all she could

think about. Months went by before her chance would come, then one day as if a

miracle she was in Karen’s office when Karen had to leave the office quickly and

failed to log off her computer it was the chance BJ had waited for. She quickly

determined Karen’s password from the careless notes left unprotected on her

messages and then she noticed the “anonymous” memos with Brenda’s name on them.

It had been Karen in fact that had stared the false rumors. Karen would live to

regret both mistakes.

The company was doing much work with the 3rd world, in a small country, Bariwa,

with much mineral potential. They were working on a financing plan to exploit

these for the good of the country. BJ finally had her chance to be rid of Karen

forever. As it turns out the project was in almost absolute control of Karen and

since BJ had access to all her files she could interfere with the project.

Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

Bariwa was depositing large sum of gold with the company in exchange for cash

which Karen was to invest on behalf of the Bariwanian government. BJ began

intercepting the transfer requests from Karen and making them herself. Using

Karen’s ID and password she opened a money market account with her firm and

stared stripping 5% of all transfers Karen requested and depositing it in

“Karens’s” account. Within a month “Karen” had embesseled 3.5 million dollars.

The trap was set….

The following Monday Karen left for Bariwa and BJ left for Western Union. She

had updated all of Karen’s real computer records with her transaction and booked

a flight from Bariwa to Rio in Karen’s name, conviently one day after Karen’s

scheduled return. The wire was to the Bariwanian finance minister and outlined

suspicious activity that the sender felt was not in the best interest of Bariwa,

with enough details to point the inquiries in the right direction, signed

“Anonymous”.

Just as planed the minister made inquiries that very day to the company

president’s office and Karen’s “plot” was uncovered. The company quickly

complied with requests for records in an effort to retain their business. And

still Karen had no idea the snare was about to be triggered as she visited with

several government officials in Bariwa. On her final official visit she was to

see the finance minister and arrived in a limo at the capital early in the

morning. She would not have a good day. She noticed on her way in that security

seemed very tight. There were four armed guards in the ministers waiting room,

all very large men with frowns on their faces but she did not worry. When she

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“For what?” Where was this going?

“You’re going to take me out dancing…” Her eyes dared me to say no.

“Then let’s go.”

She put the book in her purse and stood up, her dress falling down the
length of her body, looking like it was made just for her. Then she
grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door.

We went out to a local dance place that she said would interest me. I
paid the cover for both of us. I bought the drinks. There was even a
young man walking around selling roses, so I bought one of those. I
gave it to my lady friend. She smiled, held it to her nose, and then
placed it sideways in her mouth, standing up as she did so. I could
see a very slight drop of blood where a thorn had cut into her lip,
but she didn’t seem to notice.

There was no one on the dance floor as she pulled me up to it and out
to the middle, but that didn’t appear to concern her. The drop of
blood on her lip grew to a small bubble and then rolled lazily down
her chin, leaving behind a red trail. She moved in and started
dancing up against my body, sliding in out away, up and down. Her
hands where on my shoulders caressing my ears and the back of my neck.

So I started moving with her, stepping in and back in synchronicity
with her, swaying my hips side to side. Another drop of blood was
welling up on her lip and as we danced it broke and rolled down her
chin. I reached out with my right hand and caught the drop on my
fingertip, bringing it to my lips to taste. Her eyes sparkled and her
eyebrows twitched up ever so slightly.

The music had taken us and we moved together and the sound flowed and
we danced. Her hands moved down off of my shoulders and down my
chest, rubbing around my nipples which were taut under my shirt. Then
she grabbed my tie and began undoing it. Deftly she untied its knot
and slid it off my neck and over my head.

She held my tie in her hands for a minute, just moving and flowing
with the song, then slid it around my wrists. Before I totally
understood what she was doing my hands were thoroughly tied together
and she held the ends in her fists. She smiled around the rose and a
drop of blood rolled down her chin. With one hand she lifted my tied
hands into the air and with the other she pushed me down to my knees.

Then she danced around me, jerking my hands so that I had to keep
facing her. Rubbing her hips behind against my back and then twirling
around, still keeping my hands in the air, and rubbing her groin into
the back of my head and sliding around to my face. She was turning me
on something fierce, but she kept me on my knees, with my hands tied
together and held above my head. Then she leaned over and kissed me,
transferring the rose to my teeth. I tasted her blood on the stem and
in her kiss, and felt the pinch of the thorn as it poked into my
tongue.

She raised me off of my knees and led me off the floor, slowly untying
my hands as we walked back to our table. When we got there she picked
up her purse, beckoned for me to follow her, and walked towards the
exit.

We left that club and got into my car. She told me to take her to my
place. She wanted to see my autographed copy of “The Living One” it
seemed.

When we got to my place we stepped inside and she went right through
the apartment as if she’d been there before, heading straight towards
the bedroom. I put our jackets in the hall closet, neatened myself up
in the mirror, and headed back that way myself. When I got back there
she was waiting for me, her shoes set to the side of the door, rubbing
her hands through her hair, spreading it out and letting it fall back
to her shoulders. I slid out of my shoes. Her ears showed through so
I reached out a hand to rub along the outer edge. She purred slightly
at my touch, then moved her hand along my arm, across my shoulder and
to the buttons of my shirt, her other hand joining the first one in
perfect timing to meet at the top button. It came undone easily, then
she slid down to the second one. It slid free. Then, with shirt to
hold onto she ripped outwards, spraying the remaining buttons around
the room and uncovering my chest in one hard motion. I stopped
stroking her ear, and looked at her.

Her hands continued moving, sliding the open shirt back and over my
shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides. The shirt fell away from
her and slid down my arms, getting caught on the cuffs. My hands were
effectively tied behind my back. She moved in for a kiss, locking
lips with me and forcing her tongue into my mouth. There was still a
slight taste of blood in her mouth and, oh god, did it turn me on. I
started ripping at my shirt, trying to get it off, but her hands came
up to my arms and stilled them.

“But…” I started to say, but her finger came up to my lips and she
shook her head, looking me right in the eyes, as if to say “No words.”

She walked me around the side of the bed and layed me down on it,
freeing my hands in the process. I could see that she hadn’t just
been standing there while I was putting away the jackets, as there
were two of my cotton ties lying on the nightstand next to me. She
grabbed one and slid it along my arm, coming to a halt at my wrist and
then wrapping it around. She lifted that hand to the headboard and
secured it in place. She grabbed the other tie and walked around the
bed. I watched her every move, awaiting the moment her skin would
touch mine again.

This time she trailed the tie across my chest, teasing my nipples with
the roughness of the cotton as it slid across. Then she tied my other
hand to the headboard and stepped away, looking at me. There was
nothing I could do but look back. She smiled and slid onto the bed,
sitting on it sideways so as to keep her legs off the bed, bent at the
knee, and her back to me. Her hands swirled around and around my
nipples and across my chest and down to my belly button. There her
lips met her hands.

She kissed downwards until her lips touched the hem of my pants, and
she grabbed it with her teeth and pulled, popping the button open.
She slid her tongue down to the zipper and bit that, pulling down.
Her hands had never moved from where they had stopped when her lips
met them. When the zipper was down her hands moved down to grab hold
of my pants and pull downwards, freeing them from my legs. Then she
stood up and stepped away, looking at my body.

There’s nothing more erotic than to be tied to a bed, while a fully
dressed woman does whatever it is that she wants to you. I was
completely enthralled. And I loved every single second of it.

Once she had looked enough, teasing me by just standing there, she
came back to the bed, only this time she slid all the way onto it,
sliding her feet underneath my knees, straddling my waist. Her dress
hiked up to conform to her position and rubbed against my erect penis
sending shivers coursing through my body. I looked up at her and saw
the light through her hair, making it look as if her head was
surrounded by a long, luxuriant, liquid fire which draped down to my
chest, burning me with each touch. My skin tingled everywhere her
hair touched. So she just dangled it for a little while, allowing it
to trail around my chest, leaning back occassionally to rub it along
my legs and feet. Her hips ground against mine ever so slightly.

Then she leaned forward and kissed my right nipple, her tongue
slipping out and wetting my skin, flicking back and forth. Her lips
slid across my chest to my left nipple which she bit down on, bringing
blood instantly. I thought I would scream, but she eased up and moved
back to my right, kissing ever so gently. She kissed her way back to
my left, an inch at a time, then bit down again, bringing sharp pain.
She went back and forth between my nipples like this for awhile,
alternating between pain and pleasure, sometimes biting the right, and
sometimes biting the left. I never knew which one she was going to
hurt, so I looked forward to feeling the light kisses, and was pleased
when instead she bit down. The pain became something more erotic and
dark with each bite. And still her hips ground against mine.

She moved up to my neck biting slightly, and kissing alot. Then she
ran her tongue up to my ear and around the rim, then inside to the
center swirl by swirl, taking her time, until her tongue was probing
the hole. Her lips slid around my whole ear and her teeth sank slowly
into the dangling lobe, pulling on it while biting down harder. The
swaying of her hips increased in pace.

Then she moved her mouth away from my ear and up along my temple and
across my forehead, kissing me ever so lightly. Her tongue ran across
my eyebrows. Then she lightly ran it across my eyelids, one at a
time, very gently so that I could barely feel it. It was fire. The
motion of her hips increased and the cotton of her dress was rubbing
against my cock urgently.

She arched her back up as she rocked her hips, and her thighs squeezed
mine, and her hands ran through her hair spreading it out and letting
it drop back a strand at a time. She was in complete control.

And just when I thought that I could take no more she stopped her hips
and slid her body down my legs until her face was in my crotch. She
blew one short quick burst of cold wind along the length of my penis
and that was all I could take. My legs tensed up, my arms tightened
and the ties strained against the headboard, my stomach muscles
contracted, my eyes squeezed shut and I came, erupting along the
length of my body, just reaching my chin with the first shot.

She slid her body slowly upwards along mine, her tongue gathering in
my cum as she moved closer to my face. Finally her tongue flicked my
chin, grabbing the last drop, and she leaned in to kiss me,
transferring some of my own cum back to me. I kissed her and took it
all, tasting some of the blood from my nipples mixed in with the
bittersweet juice.

She undid my hands and picked up her shoes, heading towards the door.
I scrambled to pull on my pants before she got out, but when I left
the bedroom the front door was already hanging open. I ran to it and
looked along the street but she was nowhere in sight. I stepped off
of my porch and went to my car, looking as far down the street to the
right and left as I could.

“Owww! Fuck!” I had stepped on something in my barefeet and it had
punctured my skin. I lifted my foot to pull it out and sticking
there, right in the arch, was the labrys earring that I had seen in
her ear. But she was nowhere to be seen.

“I have to go get dressed,” said J . “Wait just a few minutes and meet me in
the hall and we’ll go down to the meeting together. Want any breakfast?” “No
answered G . “See you in a few minutes.

When the girls got the Janis’s car, Peter was already there waiting. The
girls had on loose fitting sun dresses and Garolynn plainly was wearing no
bra. They all got in the car and headed toward a drive in restaurant that
Garolynn had suggested. The meeting had run longer than anticipated and it
was already 6:30 pm. All three were famished and all they wanted was a
hamburger, fries and something to drink. As they gulped down their food, they
wandered toward the theater that Garolynn had picked out from the newspaper.
It was a run down looking affair that both girls agreed they would not enter
unless Peter was with them but since he was there, they all three went in.
Again, there was a sign that said escorted ladies were free so the girls got
in for nothing. Peter paid the $6.00 fee and they went to the theater door.
As they entered, the saw the theater had small dim lights allowing them to see
the seating was in couches that were scattered about with a large isle down
the middle. There were 8 or 10 people in the theater, most of which were
sitting in the back rows on either side of the door.

Peter led them to a couch on the right side. There was a large arm chair next
to the couch on the left side and in front was another couch in which a man
was stretched out with his feet on the couch in front of him. The three sat
down and began to look around. Almost immediately, a man from the back of the
room came and sat in the chair next to the couch. Janis was sitting nearest
the man, although about 2 feet away. There was much more light in this
theater and it didn’t take long before one could look around and see
practically everybody there. On the screen, two guys were screwing a woman,
one in the back and one had his cock buried in her mouth. She was moaning as
each man pumped the orifice to which his cock was attached. The man in back
pulled his cock from her vagina and came all over her ass. It was a large cum
shot with cum spurting from the end of his cock nearly to her head. Cum ran
all down her ass. The man in front then blew his load all over her face as
she attempted to take as much of it as she could get in her mouth. As the
last man finished cumming another couple wandered into the room on the screen.
The lady was leading the man by his cock. He had a very large cock, 12 or so
inches long and very big around. Janis leaned over to Peter and whispered, “I
bet that would rip me in two.” As she turned back to the screen, she noticed
the man sitting in the chair had his cock out and was jacking himself off.
“She began to watch him, out of the side of her eye, as the two women on the
screen began giving this new man a blow job. One would suck his cock while
the other would lick his balls, ass or tits. Suddenly, another man came over
to the man sitting in the chair and began to give the man in the chair a blow
job. Janis darn near leapt into Peter’s lap. “Look at what is happening
right next to me,” Janis whispered nervously. “Well, you told me last night
you wanted to see two guys suck each other off,” said Peter under his breath.
Suddenly the man in the chair slightly arched his back and Janis could see
that he was cumming. Garolynn watched as the man kneeling on the floor
continued to suck the seated man off. Soon it was over and both men got up
and moved away. The two women on the screen were both sucking on that huge
cock, one on each side. Suddenly, sperm shot from the end of the cock. Both
women leaned forward trying to catch strings of jism in their mouths. They
were both partially successful as sperm hit them in the mouth, nose and eyes.
It was a messy cum scene with both ladies getting a facial bath of cum.

The next scene was a party scene. Couples were dancing to gently music.
Hands were seen massaging breasts and cocks as couples swayed across the dance
floor. One couple found a set of stairs and began kissing . Soon, he was
standing on steps high enough so that the girl was sucking his cock. As she
sucked his cock, she removed his pants. This seemed to set off a rash of
clothes removal and soon there were 10 couples naked in the room. One woman
was sucking another woman’s pussy as she was being fucked by a man. The other
woman was being face fucked as a cock plunged in and out of her mouth. Two
women were jacking another man off, one woman perched over the head of the
man’s cock waiting for him to cum. The remaining man was finger fucking the
woman sucking the man standing on the stairs.

A couple entered the theater and seated themselves in the couch in front of
Peter, Janis and Garolynn. She had on a very short skirt and a tube top.
They watched the movie and as men began cumming on various parts of women’s
bodies on the screen, the woman in front of Garolynn leaned over and said
something to the man who had been seated on the couch when the couple arrived.
She then leaned forward and unzipped the man’s pants and began to suck on his
cock. Garolynn began squirming. “This woman is blowing this man right in
front of me,” she whispered to Peter. The man slid her tube top down and
began playing with her tits. The man that had come in with her got off the
couch behind her and began to fuck her. “Christ, this is better than the
movie,” Garolynn giggled. Janis, Peter and Garolynn leaned forward and
watched as the three continued fucking and sucking not 5 feet away. Garolynn
felt a hand sliding her dress up her leg and a finger found her clit. She
whimpered quietly as she continued to watch the lady in front of her suck the
dick of the man sprawled across the couch. She could see the cock of the man
who entered with the woman plunging in and out or her cunt. The woman’s tits
were not as big as hers but as they hung there being pulled, massaged and
played with, they took on a larger size than they probably were. The man
being blown stiffened as he began cumming in the woman’s mouth. “NNNnnngggggg
– uh,” they heard the man grunt. The woman kept sucking on the cock as the
man at her rear increased his thrusts. Soon, a small grunt could be heard
from him as he shot his load up her cunt. The man sat back on the couch. The
woman pulled down her skirt and sat back on the couch. She turned and smiled
…End of the part8. To be continued..

As they got in the car, Janis made sure she sat next to Peter. “I’ll keep her
away from him,” she thought to herself. The car moved away from the
restaurant and it was just a short drive to the hotel. Peter stopped at the
entrance to the hotel and, as the people in the back seat began to depart, he
asked the girls if they wanted to see a movie. The back seat was emptied as
they both agreed and they decided to go to Janis’s room to look through the
paper to see what was playing at local theaters.

Peter sent Garolynn to the lobby to bring a paper to the room and he left to
drive Janis and himself to a parking place near the rooms. “What kind of a
movie are you interested in,” he asked Janis. “Whatever, a romantic one?” she
said. “I just wanted to spend the evening with you,” Janis said in a quiet
manner. “I’m sorry,” Peter said. “I was just going to ask you but Garolynn
was sitting right next to you and it would have looked funny if I didn’t
invite her.” “Yeah, I know,” replied Janis.

They met Garolynn at the room and Janis quickly let them in. Garolynn found
the movie page in the paper and they began to scan through the ads. They
talked about several movies but not agreeing on any. “Lets go to this adult
movie,” giggled Garolynn pointing to an ad in the paper. Janis giggled and
said, “One guy walking in with two girls – what will people think?” Who cares
– I’m game,” Peter smiled. They got the address and the map of Phoenix and
found their way on the street. They were giggling as they all started toward
the car. “Lets take my car,” Janis said as they found the exit. They
strolled over to the little white Chevrolet and all three got in the front
seat, Peter in the middle. It was getting dark as Janis nosed the car out of
the parking lot. “So who is the map reader?” Janis asked. “Lets just get on
the freeway south to Indian School Road and exit on that exit. Turn right and
then we’ll navigate from there,” replied Garolynn. Off they went, all three
feeling an air of anticipation in this adventure.

They arrived at the theater, a run down looking affair after driving by it
only once in their search. “I’m not sure I want to go in there,” Janis said
tensely. “Oh, come on – you can’t chicken out now,” dared Garolynn. They got
to the window and there was a sign that accompanied ladies were free. The
girls paid for Peter and they walked into the theater. It was darker than
usual and they stood in the entry for a minute as their eyes got accustomed to
the light. A woman was sucking on a giant cock and it came all over her face
just before Peter suggested that they sit three rows down from where they were
standing. As they sat down, two studs were feeling up a large breasted woman
on the screen. She took out one of their cocks and began to suck on it.
“Wish someone would do that for me,” Peter whispered to both the girls. They
giggled nervously as the second man removed the woman’s panties and began to
lick her pussy.

Peter moved his hands to both women’s legs and began moving them up until he
felt his hand in their crotches. He began to slowly massage his hand up and
down as the ladies both spread their legs a little to allow his hands access.
Soon, Garloynn’s hand was rubbing up and down on Peter’s cock. She could feel
it beginning to swell as they watched the three actors on the screen. The
woman was sucking on the cock of a man kneeling in front of her and she was
being fucked by the guy in the back. Janis’s hand slid over to Peter’s leg
and began to move up toward his cock. Peter knew it would just be a second
before both ladies discovered that they were playing with his body. There was
hesitation, as both ladies’ hands touched lightly. Movement stopped by both
ladies but they left their hands where they were. Peter increased the
pressure of his hands rubbing their pussy’s through their pants. He raised
his hand up to the button on Garolynn’s pants and loosened it. The zipped
almost unzipped itself as he barely had to help it. She began to rub his cock
again and he began to unbutton Janis’s pants.

Peter looked around, now, as his eyes had become accustomed to the darkness.
There were four other people in the theater, all men. They were all sitting
in front of he and the two girls. He slipped his hand inside Garolynn’s pants
and found her clit with this finger. She let out a slight moan and began to
rub his cock harder. He took his other hand and put it around Janis shoulder
and began to massage her breast, lightly pinching her nipple. Janis’s hand
began playing with Peter’s balls and the girls hands were touching at
intervals in this playing. Neither were hesitating now and both were having
slight quickness of breath. Garolynn’s pussy was wet with desire having Peter
playing with her clit was driving her crazy. Janis’s nipple was hard as a
rock. Garolynn began unzipping Peter’s fly and soon had his cock out in her
hand. She began slowly moving her hand up and down, jacking it off slowly.
Janis had turned and was watching Garolynn play with Peter’s hard dick. Peter
had pulled her blouse up and was cupping her breast in his hand, slowly
kneading it and rubbing her nipple with his fingers. As Janis watched
Garolynn play with Peter’s cock, one of the men in the movie began moaning
loudly and starting cumming all over the actresses ass as he pulled his dick
from her pussy. That done, the other began cumming on her face as she
alternately sucked and jacked him off. Slowly, Janis leaned over and began to
suck on Peter’s cock. It tasted so good. She had waited for this for a long
time and she could feel Garolynn continue to slowly jack him off. Garolynn
leaned over to watch Janis blow Peter. She had never participated in a
threesome and was intrigued to have seen two blow jobs on the screen and was
now witnessing a live one right here in the theater.

There were several vignettes left in the movie. The next one consisted of two
men and a lady. As the scene started, the woman was on her knees, sucking on
both of men’s cocks. When the cocks were hard, one man moved to her rear.
The man in the front got down on his knees and the woman bent over still
sucking on his throbbing hardon, while the man in the back began to fuck her
wildly. Suddenly, the woman said to the man in the back, “I want you to fuck
him in the ass.” The two men got up and walked to a table where the first man
leaned on the table with his arms in a bent over position. The woman spread
his cheeks and began tonguing his asshole. When she felt he was wet enough,
she turned to the second man and sucked on his dick for a little while,
…End of the part3. To be continued..

“When did he leave?”, she wondered. Suddenly, the phone rang. “This is your
wakeup call,” she heard him say softly. Her pussy was instantly wet at the
sound of his voice. “God, that was good last night,” she whispered. “I love
you,” she blurted out. “You kind of drifted off to sleep so quickly, I
thought I should leave you alone for the night,” he said. “I’m going down to
breakfast now – I would wait for you but I think that you had better get a
move on if you are going to show up in the workshop in time.” he said. She
glanced at the clock and saw he was right. “What time did you leave?” she
asked. “Oh, it was around 2 or so, but you were sound asleep. Did I tell you
that you snore?” he teased. “I do not,” she giggled.

She wanted to hug this man right now but he was on the telephone and she knew
she had to get ready for her work. “I’ll see you in the classroom,” he said.
“You think you can keep your eyes open all day?” he asked. She giggled as he
hung up the phone, but wondered if she would have a problem. She was used to
the 8 to 5 routine but staying up ’til 2, with plenty of the right kind of
exercise, may take its toll. “We’ll have to see,” she thought to herself!

She hung up the phone and headed for the shower. It felt good to have the
warm water rush over her body. As she soaped her body, she thought over last
night’s activities. She knew how wonderful he had made her feel and she began
to think about her husband and children. “How could I do this to Ray,” she
thought. “He’s such a wonderful man and Tommy and Billy – if I would have to
give them up……. Oh God, how can I be so careless?”

She toweled herself dry and began to dress for the day. She suddenly realized
that she was tired; “Oh cripes, and I have to go through this whole day
feeling like this!” she thought to herself. She finished dressing, picked up
her stuff for the meeting and left for the meeting room. Fortunately, it was
in the motel and she dropped by the office for a cup of coffee from the
Continental Breakfast they had set up. She saw some of the food there and
quick grabbed a sweet roll to have with her coffee at the meeting. She
quickly walked down the corridor to the main meeting room.

As she entered, she looked for a familiar face. The meeting had just begun
and the 500 or so attendees were mostly in place. A vacant chair presented
itself in the back row and she slipped in there to prevent disturbing anyone.
As she sat down, she glanced to her right and noticed that she was sitting
next to a tall, trimly shaped blonde lady whom she had really never met but
whose name was quite familiar to her, Garolynn Warren. Garolynn was extremely
attractive, divorced with one child, and eagerly sought after by most of the
men in the agency. Although Janis didn’t know for sure, it was rumored that
she had an occasional affair with different men from time to time.

She found herself a bit jealous of Garolynn because of her beauty and, as she
thought about it, her apparent freedom to have an affair if she so desired.
She knew Garolynn was originally from Montana and wondered if she knew Peter.
“I wonder if she and Peter have had an affair?” she said to herself,
unconsciously. She began to feel a little more jealous just thinking about
it.

Soon it was time for a break and she introduced herself to Garolynn.
Recognizing her position in agency, Garolynn asked if she knew Peter. “Why
did she ask me that?” Janis thought and replied that she had met him once when
he came to the home office to work on some problems. “Well, he sure has been
asking some interesting questions around here,” Garolynn replied, “Besides,
he’s kind of cute, don’t you think?” “What kind of questions?” Janis asked,
choosing to ignore the second part of the question. “Oh, like who’s in charge
and what their qualifications are, what they know about automation, and stuff
like that!” Garolynn replied. “Its refreshing to have people ask those kind
of questions, isn’t it?” Garolynn asked. “Yes,” Janis replied. She notice
that Garolynn was dressed well and had a full bust. She also noticed that she
was more than interested in Peter, which was raising the feelings of jealousy
that Janis found herself harboring.

“Ssssooooo, you can’t make it to class on time,” she heard his soft voice
behind her. “I…. have you met Garolynn Warren,” Janis asked. “Yes, we have
met at a couple of meetings, but I doubt that she remembers me,” as he took
Garolynn’s hand. They shook hands and Garolynn looked him right in the eyes.
Janis could see the flash of electricity pass as Garolynn passed on some small
pleasantries. Since this break signaled the adjournment of the large meeting
into several smaller meetings, Peter suggested that he accompany Janis to the
meeting they were holding. They both bade a “See you later,” to Garolynn and
moved off toward the smaller meeting room.

“What are you my brother’s keeper,” Janis snapped. “Whoa,” he stammered, “I
apologize for whatever!” “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “Garolynn was talking
about you and I got a little jealous.” “Jealous? What for?” he asked “I
hardly know the woman – I mean I know who she is but I think this is the first
time that I have actually spoken to her. Good grief – get a grip.” “I said I
was sorry,” she said looking into his eyes. “Ok, ok – apology accepted,” he
whispered, “Can I kiss you here or would over there be better!” She was taken
back by this proposal but quickly realized that he was being facetious -
enough so that she knew he genuinely accepted her apology and held no ill
feelings. “You’re so damn cocksure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Hell, no,” he replied “But if it looks that way, far be it from me ever
telling anyone different!”

The rest of the day went by quickly, although Janis began to feel as if she
was going to drop by about 3pm. She grabbed another cup of coffee and in
about 15 minutes began to feel as if she was going to make it through the day.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

he saw her nipples. They started to work on his case. It was a small, home

dispute with his neighbor about him smashing the back end of a car. They

worked for a half hour before it happened.

Jane reached across the desk for a pencil, while at the same time,

unknowingly, Tim reached for one. Their hands touched. A magic spark flew.

They looked into one another’s eye.

She stood up. Her pussy and ass were exposed, and he got even harder. He

came around the desk and ripped his shirt off and dropped his pants. She

took her sweaty blouse off and threw it aside. She sat in the chair, his

legs over the arms of the chair, reclining, with his hard, hot cock sticking

way out. She eased on him, his hot cock sliding easily into her slippery

pussy.

His tongue probed her mouth and their tongues sucked one another. She

leaned her head back and he licked the sweat which was pouring from her.

They fell to the floor in mad passion.

She got on all fours and he mounted her. He slipped his dick in her

perfect asshole. She moaned in enjoyment and stuck her ass up higher trying

to coax his cock in deeper. Once in, she continued to moan and started to

rock up and down. His hands came round her and grabbed her tits, squeezing

them fully. He pulled out and they 69′d.

Her pussy was being penetrated by his tongue and his cock was being suck

dry by her hot, full lips. She stuck her hands in his ass and felt it

thoroughly. They were in full heat when the phone rang. She would have

ignored it but her secretary would check on her. She answered it, and her

secretary told her she had a new appointment in 5 minutes.

Tim took one final suck of her nipples, thanked her, dressed, and left.

She just laid in the middle of the room, with her legs fully spread apart.

She built up her energy and told her secretary to cancel her next

appointment, no matter what. She heard her secretary telling her next

client that she had to cancel, and heard the client stomp off in furry, then

she hung up.

Her secretary walked in to find her buck naked laying on the floor. Then

Jane remembered that her secretary had a reputation for being a lesbian and

she shut the door behind her. The secretary, Jill, took all her clothes off

and laid on her boss. They sucked each other’s tongues. They fucked and

fucked, sticking their whole hands up each others pussy, playing with their

cunts. After that they each dressed, fully exhausted, and went home.

Jane went home, dropping all her clothes on the doorstep, and went in.

Her house was huge, for she was a fine lawyer. She went upstairs and went

to sleep.

The next morning she woke. When she was fully restored, she realized it

was noon. She was lucky to find it was Saturday, and went downstairs for

breakfast. After breakfast she went upstairs to dress.

Once again she put on no underwear, just a tee-shirt and tight jeans. The

jeans squeezed her pussy tight and her ass was shown completely.

The door bell rang. When she answered it, there stood Tim. Tim was just

wearing jogging shorts and shoes. She unzipped her jeans and dropped them.

She then proceeded to take off her tee-shirt. The boys across the street

could see this whole sex act, and they enjoyed it. She caught a glimpse of

them watching, and smiled to them. She then spread her legs to the window,

and felt her pussy for the boys. Then Tim was naked, and they proceeded to

fuck till they both fell into a deep sleep.

At her office, Jane then began a long, lasting, hot, sexual relationship

in which she never wore skirts in the office again…

—

Allen had always been a good friend of hers, but she had preferred to keep
it at a friendship level. When mutual financial circumstances had made
sharing an apartment seem like a very good idea, she had proclaimed to the
rafters that the ONLY thing they would share would be the bills. Allen had
agreed good-naturedly, as usual. For six months and more, it worked out just
fine. They respected each other’s privacy, always one managing to find
something to do elsewhere when the other brought home a date, etc. They grew
closer, almost like brother and sister. Consummating this relationship almost
seemed like breaking a taboo.
But happy-go-lucky Allen had never noticed the sidelong looks Janet
sometimes snuck at him. At the curves of his well-muscled chest and the bulge
in the tight fitting jeans he sometimes wore. To put it nicely, he was built
like a brick shithouse. And she was sure she had caught him looking at her
the same way more than once, though he always pretended to be looking at
something else instead. But no words were ever said about them, that barrier
never breached.
But now old shit-for-brains was out of her life for good. And she lay in
the darkness empty, lonely, and horny as hell.
She tossed and turned on top of the covers in the stifling heat, clad only
in panties and a long T-shirt. Her mind tossed and turned even more
violently, tormented by her aching need for a man and the maddening closeness
of one. And the fear of disrupting a fine friendship.
The need won. She sat up on and slowly pulled her T-shirt off. Her nipples
were fully erect and incredibly sensitive. The cotton fabric of the T-shirt
felt like sandpaper against them. She got up and pulled her panties off,
which joined the shirt in a pile at the foot of the bed. Completely nude, she
felt curiously free. The warm, stifling air in the room seemed to caress her
sensuously, exciting her all the more. Squaring her shoulders and biting her
lip, she gathered up all her courage and started for the door.
Dear roomie, she thought wryly, you’re in for one hell of a surprise.

She opened the door to Allen’s room slowly, careful of the squeaky hinge
at the bottom. She peered in.
Moonlight spilled across the bed from the open window at the far end of
the room. It was cooler here, but still quite warm. Allen lay on his back, a
sheet rumpled around his hips. He had stopped snoring, his breathing deep and
regular, as he deeply slept.
She crossed the room to his bedside, horrendously aware of her nakedness,
and feeling more than a little foolish. Stop this right now, her rational
mind ordered, go back to bed immediately before you embarass yourself beyond
all recall.
But the itch spoke with a much louder voice.
She knelt by his bed and placed a gentle hand on his arm. Softly she
whispered his name into his ear. No response. Dead to the world, as usual.
Not that she could blame him. He worked in construction, and that was very
hard work indeed.
She ran a hand along his arm, feeling the muscles there. Her gaze traveled
to the sheet. A sudden, mischevious thought occured to her, one that she
wouldn’t have even considered in the rational light of day. She grabbed the
sheet by one corner, and slowly pulled it down.
As she suspected, he wasn’t wearing shorts.
She gazed in silent wonder at his penis, laying to one side in its black,
curly tuft of pubic hair. It was… sizable, as she has always suspected from
the everpresent bulge he sported even when wearing loose pants. Hung, to put
it crudely. Even before she thought of it, she reached out to touch it.
She fondled it gently, feeling its limp weight. Allen remained oblivious,
fortunately. If he awoke right now, he’d explode, she thought. Then she
banished that thought to the back of her mind, where it belonged.
And then all thoughts dissapeared momentarily as his penis began to
stiffen in her hand.
She jerked back and watched in silent amazement as it grew, slowly,
jerkily straightening from its curved position to lay flat and hard against
his belly, pulsing slightly.
Wow, she thought, gazing upon the magnificent sight.
She listened to his breathing for a long moment until she convinced
herself he was still asleep. It was as if her need had somehow affected him
even in his sleep. She had fondled men’s penises before while they slept, but
this was the first time she had suceeded in getting a rise out of one.
Horrible joke, she thought giddly to herself as she reached for it again.
He was hard all right, hard as a rock. Almost absently she ran her thumb
along the smooth, silky shaft and she wondered what it must be like to carry
all of one’s equipment on the outside. With such easy access, no wonder men
were so horny all the time. She was certain she would be.
Allen had a magnificent cock, easily larger and heavier than her old
boyfriend’s. If he denied this to her, she would probably never be able to
sleep again. After all, it was the eighties. It was perfectly all right for
friends to have sex if they wanted to. And oh God, how she wanted to…
A low quiet moan escaped Allen’s lips, startling her out of her reverie.
His hips shifted slightly, then lay to rest again. Every instinct screamed
for her to get out, but she was rooted to the spot. No way could she leave
now. If she wanted any sleep tonight, she would have to finish what she
started. If he woke up, so be it. She was sure he wouldn’t object too
strenuously now. She hoped.
She shifted her grip on his cock lower down and leaned across his hips,
bringing her face closer. She stared at it for a moment and then stuck her
tongue out, touching the tip gently.
She knew from past experience with other men that a teasing touch would
jolt him, and probably awaken him as well. So she swirled her tongue around
the head of his cock, keeping full contact. She heard him moan again and then
sigh. Around and around she swirled her tongue, feeling the roughness on top
of the head, and the smoothness below. She ran it slowly along the smooth
hardness of the shaft, down almost to the base then back you again. She could
feel slight movement beneath her, as his hips began to move up and down in
slow rhythm.
She ran her free hand down her own stomach, to the mass of her pube, and
placed a finger up against the swollen knob of her clitoris, slowly stroking
it. At the same time, she plunged his cock into her mouth as deep as it would
go.
It filled her mouth completely, with a fair portion of its length left to
go. Her other hand cupped his balls, and she could feel them tighten as she
pulled the cock out of her mouth, sucking gently. Again and again she plunged
it in, and now she could feel definite movement beneath her as his hips began
slowly pumping. She heard his breathing grow rapid, though he was still
wrapped deep within his dreams.
The itch, prodded by her manual stimulation, quickly grew into a tingling
then into a fire. Waves of sheer pleasure radiated from her groin and washed
over all parts of her body. Her nipples were electric, and she had to
suppress a gasp whenever they rubbed against the bed or his body.
His rapid breathing became low moans, and his hips moved more violently as
she suddenly detected a slight salty taste in her mouth. It won’t be long
now, she thought deleriously to herself, giving in to the raw, primal
sensations flooding her body.
His subconcious moans became gasps and she felt his balls clench in her
hand. His hips raised and locked as a long, half-stifled groan escaped him. A
fraction of a second later a huge amount of fluid shot into her mouth, which
she swallowed immediately. At the same time the fire in her crotch roared and
exploded once, twice, three times in a rapid succession that would have left
her gasping for breath had her mouth not already been occupied. She was very
glad she was already kneeling, as all strength had left her legs.
Slowly, Allen’s body relaxed as Janet drew back and leaned against the
bed, shivering almost uncontrollably. She was drenched in sweat. It was very
rarely she came twice like that, and three times was almost unthinkable. Her
whole body tingled and she knew her muscles would ache tomorrow. Small
price to pay for such an incredible experience.
She looked up, fully expecting Allen to be looking back at her, but to her
total astonishment, the big dummy was still asleep! Her anger was quickly
smother by bubbling laughter, which she quickly stifled. It would be a shame
to wake him now.
His breathing had returned to its previous monotonous regularity, and his
erection was just beginning to fade. She leaned over one last time and gently
kissed it just below the head. Then she pulled the sheet back over his hips
like she found it.
Her legs were still wobbly and it took three tries to stand up. Her heart
jackhammered in her chest and she suddenly felt very, very tired. At the door
she turned and looked back, seeing him still framed in the moonlight.
Goodnight, my love, she said silently, if you’re this good now, what will it
be like when you’re awake?
She almost laughed at this, knowing full well that she had done everything
herself. But next time, though, next time…
Back in her room, she pulled the T-shirt on and collapsed on top of the
bed, exhausted. Contentedly she snuggled into her pillow and fell alseep
almost instantly, dreaming very pleasant dreams indeed.
The itch troubled her no more, though it soon would again.

Early next morning, she padded around the house bleary-eyed in her robe.
Allen emerged from his bedroom just as breakfast was ready, as usual. This
time, though, she felt no irritation about it. He was already dressed, as he
would have to leave for work as soon as he was finished. He seemed even
cheerier than usual, and fell to his breakfast with gusto, asking for seconds
and thirds. Finally he was in danger of being late when he got up from the
table. He grabbed his jacket and kissed her a quick peck on the cheek. Though
hurried, he paused at the open door for a second.
“You know,” he said, seemingly puzzled, “I had the damndest dream last
night.”
Then he pulled the door shut behind him, totally missing the smile she
wore…

brushed my hair. I sat down. I didn’t want him to see this. I agreed, but I was

looking for a way out of it. I sat down, leaned against the big chair and pulled

a pillow behind me. I showed him. It was very weird. He was paying so much

attention to me that it became flattering. I was very shy at first, but he

gently encouraged me and he was right, I didn’t want him to leave. It seemed

stupid to have had rather intimate sex with him, but draw the line at this. I was

close to coming when the doorbell rang. I stopped dead, as if they’d know I was

doing this if I kept it up. J took a $20 from his wallet and handed it to me.

“That’s the Pizza delivery man. Tell him to keep the change.” I stood up and

reached for my robe. “No. Like that.” J said, “You can hide behind the door, at

first, but open it all the way and let him see you when you pay him and take the

pizza.”

I realized later that J was a master of contradictions. I flirt, therefore he

puts me into situations where I’m afraid to flirt. He gets me horny and then

changes what’s happening so I can’t do anything about it. I like to make people

notice me and he makes me the center of attention so I can’t do anything to be

noticed more. I like to lead men on and he takes control. He is the master, but

he’ll only stay until I tell him to go. J is a head trip, a royal head trip.

He’s also kind of cute, not just physically, but in how he manipulates me to do

more than I want or than I dare. Look at what he did to me. He insists that I

masturbate for him. He watches me the whole time, but keeps me off balance when

get near coming so that I’m incredibly horny and he won’t quite let me come.

When I’m sure he’ll let me come in a second or two, the doorbell rings and he

tells me that I’m supposed to flash the pizza dude. I might go to the door in a

nightie, or even in my leotards, but this is just more than I’m normally

comfortable with. Yes, it excited me. Sooooo, I took the $20 and went to the

door. I could feel J’s eyes on my back (ok, maybe lower). I smelled of sex at

this point. I wondered if the pizza man would be able to tell (or just guess).

I opened the door and looked around it, not exposing anything except for my head.

The delivery man was about 19, tall and well built. He said something like

“Pizza delivery.” I can’t remember what exactly. Inwardly I took the equivalent

of a deep breath and reached out for it as I stepped around the door, handing him

the twenty at the same time. He looked as if he’d frozen. Mechanically he took

the bill, giving me the pizza. I swear I couldn’t help myself. “It’s been so

warm lately, hasn’t it? Oh, just keep the change.” I slid back in and closed

the door behind me. J was there. He took the pizza and set it on the table. He

had his tongue in my mouth while his hand took possession of my sex. He forced

me up against the door and kissed and fondled me to an orgasm while I stood

there, pressed against the cold wood. J then took the pizza into the other room

and we ate it along with about 2/3 of a bottle of wine, both still naked. Well I

wasn’t naked. I still had my collar. During dinner J would gently touch me in

all sorts of ways. His hands would slide over my thighs, his leg would rub along

side of mine, a lot of things like that. I certainly didn’t calm down much.

After dinner he took me back to the living room where he sat on the couch with

me. He said he was going to play a game with me. The point was how much

frustration I could stand. He began by having me touch my breasts following his

instructions exactly. He’d have me rub the surface or both breasts with the

…End of the part9. To be continued..

started up my right leg. I tried to bite my tongue. I HAD to bite it when he got

to the top of my thigh this time. He brought up the hose and rinsed off the soap

from my legs. He started on my bottom and back. He spend several minutes working

on them. I had this image of myself as a race horse being curried (is that the

right word) after a run through a pasture. He slipped down and did my arms,

ending up on my chest. He began to do my stomach and chest. It was quite a

sensation as he worked on my breasts. When he was done I was still quite, but I

was sure I was clean, there. He spent quite a bit of time working his way down

my sides with that sponge, doing my stomach, rinsing me off. Then he did my sex.

He dropped sponge after a moment or two and used just his fingers. He certainly

got the oil out. He also gave me one helluva hard time as I tried to stay quiet.

He could see how hard it was for me as I bucked against his hand. He’d been

sifting quite a bit so he was able to completely surprise me when he slid his

cock right into me. I grabbed the fence for support as he plowed into me. It was

so weird, so kinky, so arousing, AND I HAD TO BE QUIET. I came once, and then

again and I only let out a little moan the second time. Still it was wonderful.

He unlatched the cuffs and let my hands go free. He took off my blindfold, and,

as I blinked in the dim light, pointed to his still erect member. I dropped to

my knees as I thanked him.

Out there in the moonlight I was overwhelmed by sensation. I was sopping wet,

still fairly oily (cold water only does so much), on my knees and just oozing

sexuality. It was all over me. I’d been naked now for several hours and I was

outside that way, in my own yard. I didn’t care that I was naked; I didn’t care

that my neighbors might see me. I didn’t care that any of a number of very

awkward things might happen, I was not me any more, at least not just then, I was

woman as sex, not just as sex object, but as the embodiment of sex itself. J was

there naked as I was, sporting an enormous erection that practically glowed in

the dark. He’d had me, made me come twice, but he’d held off. I couldn’t have

that. I latched onto him like a hungry tiger, taking his erection into my mouth,

grabbing his hips, literally so he couldn’t get away from me, because it was

important to me that I make him come. He allowed me to work on him for a moment

then for a couple, then he tried to get me to stop. I held on for dear life.

After a few seconds he stopped trying to pry me off and instead grabbed my hair

and pulled me to him, forcing himself deeper into my mouth, erupting as he did

it. I swallowed every drop. When he was through (I made sure) he just hugged me

for a few moments, then very quietly he said, “You could become habit forming,”

and then hugged me again. He helped me to my feet and took me back into the

house. He lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was warm he

put me in and followed. He didn’t let me do anything right away. He started on

my feet and lathered his way up to mid thigh before starting on the other one.

He repeated the process, soaping my foot and calf and about half way up my thigh.

Then he stood up and washed my arms and back and then took out shampoo and did my

hair. When he was done with that and I was all rinsed off, he washed my face,

pausing to kiss me long and deep. I could get used to being pampered, I told

myself. Then he soaped my stomach and my bottom, being VERY thorough. He did my

thighs and then worked up to my breasts and washed them with incredibly gentle

strokes and movement. I’d relaxed but the last couple of minutes started my

…End of the part12. To be continued..

justice I have to be a great deal more explicit that I would normally prefer. I

prefer to flirt, both with men and with the details of my adventures. It seems

much more appropriate to say I spent the night with someone than to say

specifically what we did. I will try to overcome this as I tell you what

happened. If I seem to be skirting something, you have to be willing to interrupt

me with questions. I may evade, but I will never lie. Anyway, with that in mind,

the story really begins on a Friday night a few months back. The Chief, my

affectionate name I gave my husband, had some friends over. I was getting in

late from a conference and it was clearly his party. I knew nearly everyone

there, but they were his friends. I came in about 10:00 that night. I’d slept

on the train, so I was still fairly fresh. There they all were in the dining

room, playing cards. The Chief gave me a big hug when I came in and carried my

suitcase up to the bedroom. I washed my face and slipped out of my travel

clothes into the kind of thing I normally hang around the house in, a shirt of

the Chief’s and tights (white and blue respectively.) I’d eaten so I just nibble

at the snacks and watched them play. I stood or sat behind the Chief and one or

two of the other players seemed to have trouble focusing on their cards. I’d been

behaving myself for the past few days and this tickled me. Thinking to myself,

It’s all in a good cause (the Chief’s winnings) I would stretch or walk around or

occasionally pick things up off of the floor. They seemed to enjoy it and I

certainly did. Around midnight about half of the crew left and when the game had

gotten down to 4 players, I sat in and became a fifth. They were betting quarters

mostly and I sat down with around $20 and began to play. I was about $5 ahead

when I began to lose steadily. One of the other players ran out of money and

left. That had been the pattern. When you ran out of the money you had on the

table, you were done. This gave the game a quality that the Chief described as

friendly. There were limits on how fast you could raise, there were limits on

the number of raises, and what they described as table stakes. No checks, no

I.O.U.s, no big debts. The game had gone on for a couple of years, losing very

few players and the ‘friendly’ atmosphere was probably responsible. So, here I am

down to about $5.00 and another player went bust and left. I’d lost about 8

hands in a row. I started trying to bet conservatively until I felt my luck

change. That helped me outlast one more player who also left. It was about 1:30

in Saturday morning now. I lost all but my last dollar betting on a full house of

Queens and fives. It seemed like a conservative, safe bet, but here I was down

to 4 quarters. One went into the pot for my ante and I picked up a pair of

kings. There were 2 quarters in raises to me which I covered and I found myself

looking at a third king and two aces in my draw. I bet the quarter I had left,

the Chief raised one quarter (He’d drawn three cards) and J, the other player

raised one. So, here I was with a winning hand and nothing left to bet. Or was

I really down to nothing. I grinned at J, moved my eyes to the Chief and somehow

or other managed to say with a straight face, I’ll cover the pot with my shirt if

I lose.

The Chief was drinking something as I said. How he managed to not spray it all

over the cards, I’ll never know. He was close to losing it. When I say losing

it, I mean laughing, not being angry. He seemed to see this as just one more of

my flirtings which rather than growing resigned to, he has come to enjoy over

…End of the part1. To be continued..

I was late, but not enough
Still going: loud and harsh…and drunk
I hate her office, and their parties.
I find the bar and order up: scotch rocks
In the mass and haze I’m hidden safe

There she is! My Kate, my treasure
My wife, my refuge, my rock
Good wife, good mother…and more
Just to see her now excites me though
Like we’ve never met. She stands out.

Dancing there, she swings and laughs
She loves to dance, and me to watch her
Tonight there’s more…so loose and free
Maybe the margaritas…or lack of me?
I should go over now, but do not move

We have much duty, Kate and I
Our jobs, the boys…and money
Fine lust’s been last in line
Although we lie together well
The starting job is mine

More now, I hear the same:
“…so tired…” “…a weeknight…”
“Ouch…you’re on my hair!”
“You know I really don’t like to do that.”
“…this weekend…for sure”

“Another scotch, please” How she loves to dance
And many times with him…he’s new, she says
Customer Relations…late 30’s
Handsome…good dancer…Latin…and dark
She looks grating good with him

‘Tween each dance they stand and chat
He talks…she laughs…and smiles
Mmm…that twinkle of her eyes
I know it well…and meant for me
I should go over now, but do not move

Now the music starts again…but slow
He takes her hand. She looks around
The room…I guess for me. I hide
Now together soft. The song goes on
And the gap between dissolves

The song now done, they move apart
Sweet Kate, flushed, scans again for me
He whispers soft, she looks at him
Slow music on again and now together…close
Oh Kate! Her fine fingers soothe his nape

No mistaking where it heads
His hand glides down her back
She stops him? No. Up to him tight
Now on her toes, and his knees bend
He rubs that place I thought was mine

My heart is fast and anger hot
But fear and nausea too. But more…
Below my belt, I’m hard as rigid steel
I feel to go in fifty ways…and more
I should go over now, but do not move

Now music’s done, and lights go up
“Gather round, folks!” the boss is saying
Thanking all for much hard work
Could not be done alone. Kate?
I search the crowd…gone…and him!

My stiffened panic’s now sincere
Pushing past…”Excuse me.”
To get to where they were. Gone!
Now, down each darkened hallway
Each office checked, but no!

Darkened meeting room…door wide ajar
“Oh…mmm…Juan…I really can’t…mmm”
Her voice! Danger? No…I know this tone
But not so often now. “Don woory, Kay’-tee!”
I should stop this now, but do not move

Quick peek to see, then in unseen
Now behind a plant, I fix my eyes
Together at the window…city lights
He behind her. Light kisses on her shoulders
Her head back…soft neck…and whispers

“Oh, Juan…mmm…not here…this is…crazy…Juan!”
Her straps…off shoulders…down
“Frank will be…mmm…oh, Juan…mmm…please”
Nibbling her ear, strong hand…down her chest
“Don woory, Kay’-tee! Don woory!”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

“I’d like you to move up to the front desk, Miss. . .” I groped.

She didn’t rescue me. In my flustered embarrassment I glanced at the class list before me. It swam into focus, and after what seemed like an eternity but took only a few long seconds (which is plenty long enough if a class thinks you’ve lost the upper hand) I spotted the name “Castle, Susan”.

“. . . Castle.” I almost gasped. My eyes were swimming, and the blood pounded in my veins. I fought hard for control. I was a professional, damn it! In an effort to regain a measure of self-discipline I looked at her visible panties.

“Are you aware of the school dress code, Miss Castle?” Another mumble; more-or-less affirmative. “Speak up please.” Another mumble. “I still,” I said through gritted teeth “Can’t hear you. Shall we try once more for comprehensibility?” “I said yeah!” she nearly shouted “I know the stupid dress code!”

“Susan,” I said after the shocked pause which followed “I’d like you to take this seat here,” I pointed to the fourth seat in the front row “And I’ll see you this evening in detention.”

Her mouth, still largely hidden by hair, dropped open. “What’d I DO?” “You just said you knew the school dress code. Four B’s, right? No bellies, no boobs, no backs, no bums. Do I need to explain that you’ve violated at least three of those?”

There was scattered laughter. Susan stared at me with murder in her eyes. Then she flounced dramatically from the back of the room to the front. On the way she made very sure to brush past me closely, sure that I’d step away. But it wasn’t the first time a student had tried to physically intimidate me, and I stood firm.
…End of the part4. To be continued..

She sits upright upon you,
her head thrown back like a rearing mare,
bringing her feet together
on the bed to one side of your body:
this is “Hansabandha” (the Swan).

The young woman has one foot
on your heart and the other on the bed.
Bold, saucy women adore this posture,
which is known to the world
as “Upavitika” (the Sacred thread).

If, with one of her feet
clasped in your hand
and the second placed upon your shoulder,
your young lady enjoys you,
it is “Viparitaka” (Reversed).

If your lover, seated above you
with feet lotus-crossed
and her body held erect and still
makes love to you,
it is known as “Yugmapada” (the Foot Yoke).

If she strides you,
facing your feet,
brings both her feet up to your thighs,
and works her hips frantically,
it is known as “Hansa-lila” (Swan Sport).

Your lover places one foot
on your ankle, lodges
her other foot just above your knee,
and rides you, swinging and rotating her hips:
this is “Garuda” (Garuda).

If you lie flat on your back
with legs stretched out
and your lover sits astride you, facing away
and grasping your feet,
it is called “Virsha” (the Bull).

Clasping each other’s hands,
you lie sprawled like two starfish making love,
her breasts stabbing your chest,
her thighs stretched out along yours:
this is “Devabandha” (the Coitus of the Gods).

Lying upon you, your beloved
moves round like a wheel,
pressing hands one after the other on the bed,
kissing your body as she circles:
experts call this “Chakrabandha” (the Wheel).

If, by means of some contraption,
your lover suspends herself above you,
places your linga in her yoni
and pulleys herself up and down upon it,
it is “Utkalita” (the Orissan).**

**I must admit that this is kind of far fetched. However,
there is an illustration on the next page depicting this
position and showing two women pulling the woman up!!

Love Potions and Sex Aids
————————-

To Enslave a Lover:
——————

Anoint your penis, before lovemaking,
with honey into which
you have powered black pepper,
long pepper and “datura” (the green thorn apple) -
it will utterly devastate your lady.

Leaves caught as they fall from trees
and powdered with peacock-bone
and fragments of a corpse’s winding-sheet
will, when dusted lightly
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gone and here I was back at the “old grind”. My in-basket was

piled high with memos and junk mail to sort through. I went down

to the lounge to get my morning coffee and on my way back I

thought I would stop off at the men’s room to milk my python.

I had always dreamed of the things that could happen in the

company men’s room but today the dreams were going to be more

real than I could ever imagine.

As I walked through the door I could hear a slight moaning sound

coming from the oversized handi-capped stall at the end. At

first I thought it must have been someone who had a worse weekend

than I had. I walked over to use the urinal and after unzipping

my fly and grasping hold of my rod, it happened. Something in my

mind told me that the sound I had heard wasn’t a painful moaning

but a moaning that comes from shear erotic pleasure. Just then,

I heard it again. This time it was even more distinct than the

first time. Again it happened. By now I was more curious than a

weasel outside a chicken coop. I just had to investigate.

Without even putting my cock back in my pants, I walked to the

end stall. I gently peered through the crack in the doorway and

there sitting on the toilet seat was the cutest little blonde I

had ever laid eyes on. How she got there will continue to be a

mystery but let’s get back to things at hand. She was sitting

there with her dress pulled up and she had a large cucumber in

her right hand that she was slowly pumping in and out of her wet

crack. Her eyes were closed and she was so far into her

encounter that I really didn’t want to make myself known. I

stood there for what seemed to be an eternity. Needless to say

my limp snake had heard the call of the wild and was up and ready

for battle. It was about all I could do to hold back from

blasting a hole through that stall door. Maybe it was the sound

of my shoes on the tile floor or maybe my stifled moaning, but

she finally came back to Earth and noticed me standing outside

the stall. I thought she would scream or something terrible like

that and I had visions of the CEO coming in and firing me. But

it didn’t happen anything like that. She slowly leaned forward

and smiled as she open the door and motioned to me to come inside

and service her. Being the gentleman that I am, I couldn’t deny

her request.

After entering the stall and locking the door, I learned why she

picked that particular place. You see, the handicap stall is so

nice and roomy that we could have an orgy in there and no one

would be the wiser. She first took me by the hand and led me

…End of the part1. To be continued..

breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the thin

cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently

toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she

was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions.

Then, to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above

her head. The shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode

up and I plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose

for one magnificent second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my

disappointment.

I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been

ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw earlier in

the lunchroom, only this time it wasn’t smoldering but raging almost out

of control.

With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips

just the right amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give

excruciating glimpse of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me,

close enough to touch. One gorgeously unclad leg rested on the couch and

across the other leg at about mid-thigh. One arm draped carelessly over the

back. Her eyes met mine and seemed to capture me completely. My heart went

wild as what was going on here finally sunk in.

Finally she spoke, her voice low and throaty. “Did you mean what you

said earlier?”

Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. “Um, what did I say

earlier?”

“That you like to give pleasure as much as receive it?” she said

softly.

My heart thudded slowly in my chest. “Sure.” I answered just as softly,

“Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it.”

“And…” she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, “and… would you be

willing to give a little to someone who could really use it?”

Now, it would seem to be obvious that I should answer immediately with a

loud and enthusiastic YES! but being in such a situation is much different

from reading or fantasizing. In all honesty, I was a little frightened. I’d

had more than my share of fantasies about Jenny, but to be presented with a

breathing living willing reality was another thing. You don’t treat real

human beings the way you do in fantasies. But then I realized that she was

honestly asking for help, and taking quite a chance doing so. She was

obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To turn her down would do great

damage to her self-esteem. I couldn’t do that to her.

So, I simply said “Yes.”

She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain how to

proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She moved forward

until she was laying on top of me while we were still kissing. Our bodies

moved together, rubbing in slow, sinuous motion. Her hips pressed down

directly on the hardness at my crotch and ground against it, sending waves

of pleasure though me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath

was coming in short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our

excitement grew, her gasps turning to low moans.

And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me, her head

…End of the part5. To be continued..

Jenny looked at me dubiously, her finger paused over the last number. “I

didn’t figure you for the altruistic type. Isn’t it out of your way?”

“It’s more out of Dianne’s way. The poor woman isn’t a creature of the night

like us. She needs her sleep.”

She considered a moment, then put the phone back with the last number still

undialed. “Okay,” she smiled, “but straight home and no sidetrips. I’m

bushed.”

“No prob.” I assured her. We walked out into the refreshingly cool night

air, across the parking lot to my junkmobile. I saw her giving it the wary eye

and I flashed her a grin, “Don’t laugh, it’s paid for.”

I thought I heard her mumble something about it being paid for in cereal

boxtops but I didn’t pursue the matter. I turned the key and the engine moaned,

grumbled, and finally coughed to life athsmatically. I revved the engine a

couple times and it roared impressively, the sound bouncing off the nearby

building walls in staccato bursts. I really needed to put a muffler on the damn

thing.

Pulled out of the parking lot and into the street–slowly. I was thankful

that it was dark and Jenny couldn’t see my foot which had the accelerator

pressed to the floor. I doubt she would have cared anyway. She was too busy

hanging on for dear life, trying to avoid being shaken out of her seat. I

*really* needed to put a muffler on this car.

Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of her apartment

building. All around lights were coming on as people were getting up to see

what the hell was making all that racket. I found an empty spot along the curb

and turned the ignition off the keep from waking the other half of the

neighborhood. In the deafening silence I turned to face her. “Well, here we

are.”

She turned in the darkness, “Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for the, uh,

ride…” and opened the door.

I turned the key as she stepped out. I was rewarded by a low groan and a

death rattle from somewhere under the hood. Turning the key again only got me a

faint clicking sound. I hit the wheel with the palm of my hand. “Shit!”

“What’s the matter?” Jenny asked, leaning in the still open door.

“Fucking battery died again!” I groaned. “The alternator belt’s broken. I

was gonna fix it tomorrow.”

“Oh.” She said. “Well, I can go up and get the keys from Dianne and give you

a jump with my car. Hang on…” She disappeared into the darkness. Several

minutes later she returned with a disgusted look on her face. “I don’t fucking

believe it. She’s not there! She left a note on the ‘fridge saying she left

with some guy for the coast and won’t be back ’til tomorrow afternoon. In my

car, damn her! I coulda been stuck at work all night!”

Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed because her roomie had a date

tonight and she didn’t. Which I didn’t feel particularly sympathetic for at the

moment, considering my predicament. “Well, I could thumb it home and have a

buddy bring me back early tomorrow and jump me. That way I can get the car out

of here before it starts lowering property values.”

I got out and shut the door and locked it. I started to walk down the street

and I noticed Jenny keeping step with me, obviously wanting to say something

but not knowing quite how. She said haltingly, “Um, well, since it’s kinda my

…End of the part3. To be continued..

anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was

capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was

because I the only guy who really tried.”

I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that

she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped

back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside

my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while

I continued to talk in a husky voice. “You see, my favorite part of making love

is to explore the woman’s body.” My hands moved up and down her arms. Her

breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still

closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, “Every inch, from head to

toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she

can’t take any more. And then…” I ran my hands up her sides and slowly,

gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps,

then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and

heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index

fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little.

By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing

its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath

coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against

hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two

sensuous snakes.

Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over.

We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one

of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to

work.

On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed

to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire

raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet…

The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the

otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I

didn’t have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but

wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a

woman’s dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as

well.

But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my

legs.

Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking

graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take

off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number.

“What’s up?” I asked her.

“Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She’s got my car tonight.”

Dianne was Jenny’s roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once

mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn’t have to get up

early tomorrow she surely wouldn’t enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come

down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered,

…End of the part2. To be continued..

felt his stockinged foot creep up her pantyhose clad legs. He didn’t say a word

as he sipped his wine and let his probing foot climb higher up under her dress.

She gasped out, while looking around to see if anybody noticed his foot resting

on her upper thigh. The tablecloth was long enough to hide the game.

“No, I don’t have to hit you,” he said, as his foot found her the apex at the top

of her thighs. He noticed her spreading her legs further and knew he had her.

“So,” she gasped, “what do you think of your new job?” His toes had found her

special spot and were rubbing her persistently.

“Oh, I like this job, much better.”

Dianne couldn’t stand the torture any longer. She felt her frustrations leaving

her body in an excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm. She bit into a dinner roll as

the first wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She barely had time to fake

a cough as the second spasm caused her to clasp her legs together pinning his

foot tightly against her covered sex. When she was through, she heard him talking

softly to the waiter asking for more water.

“Are you alright, darling?”

“Must have gone down the wrong pipe. I am fine now,” she said, waving off the

waiter, with the start of a schoolgirl giggle.

“Would you like dessert now?” he asked, staring into her eyes with a look of

lust.

“Yes.”

***

Dianne lay in her tub with bubbles up to her neck. Her wet fleshy breasts poked

out from out under the frothy water. Her hands splashed around in the water

looking for her sponge. Teasing herself, she brushed her hand between her legs

and fought off the urge to submerge her fingers into herself. She was an expert

at auto arousal and could have written her thesis on it. Her thumb found her

clitoris and she thrummed it slowly, while rubbing the soapy flesh around her

slit under the water. Her middle finger slowly trailed her open lips. The labia

parted and a finger slipped into her.

The door opened and a burly looking man entered. He was a nightly patron to

Bill’s Bar. She liked the muscled hunk without a brain, which enjoyed being a

monthly patron to her open bed.

“Where would you like these glasses, Dianne?” he asked, holding two champagne

glasses in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other.

“Oh, forget the wine for now. Would you hand me that towel?” she asked, slowly

…End of the part9. To be continued..

knew this woman had the answers she sought.

“Yes?”

“I was just wondering, I mean, I know you told me that you were…like me, but I

was wondering if you have ever?” she asked hoping the attractive older woman

would divulge the secret knowledge she yearned for, since she had first found

herself attracted to a woman. She ached to know what it would be like to kiss a

woman, let alone make love to one. If she was ever going to find out, then she

hoped it would be from a generous and sweet person like Dr. Trent.

“Dated another woman? Yes, a long time ago, when I was in college,” Lydia stated

apprehensively, wondering if she should have mentioned her own sexual preferences

to the girl after she had found her crying after class.

“What was it like?”

“Well,” she paused, not sure of how to explain what it was like or even if she

could. Then, she wondered if it was her place as Charlotte’s professor even to

have this conversation with her and admitted: “It’s very special.”

Charlotte brushed her hair from out of her eyes and just stared at Lydia with a

new look in her eyes. Lydia knew that look well. It was the same look she saw on

Kate’s the first night they professed their love for each other. It was a look

with a combination of love, respect, and lust. Whether or not Charlotte was in

love, or even somewhat attracted to Lydia, was hard to tell, but the chemistry

between Instructor and Student had changed.

“If you would like, you can call me anytime, if you like to talk about things,”

said Dianne, regretting it as soon as she spoke the words. She didn’t know what

she was doing. Something like this could cause her to lose her job. “What if the

rest of the University finds out?” she thought.

“May I? Thank you! You are the only person I have to talk to about this.”

“Of course, you can, Charlotte. Nevertheless, let’s keep this conversation to

ourselves. I am not out. Out of the closet, that is. It could cause problems for

me.”

“No, don’t worry! I know what that is like.”

Janine trembled with surprise as she listened to the startling conversation. She

knew Lydia was not interested in finding a man or a husband, but had thought it

was just because she had been hurt in past relationships.

“And what are we up to Doctor?” asked an all too familiar voice.

“Oh, I was just going to ask Lydia a question, but she is busy with a student.

…End of the part6. To be continued..

form in her trembling lips. After an eternity she felt her legs carry her to the

corner of the office. Her delicate fingers grasp the willow branch and she

brought the thin frightening instrument to the seated black man. She handed the

willow to Jerome who took the thin reed in his muscular black hand.

“Turn around…” he ordered.

Anna turned and faced the large windows.

“Lift your skirt…” was his next order.

Anna grasp the hem of her off white skirt in her hands and bending pulled the hem

up……until the darker white bands of her stockings became visible.

“Higher,” was his next simple command.

The skirt was raised another several inches until the lace around the white

panties was visible.

“What did I tell you Mrs. Belvoir ?” Jerome questioned.

Her voice stuttered, “You….. told me to wear my skirts four inches from my

knees Mr. Bettis….”

“And if you didn’t ?” he asked.

Her voice trembled noticeably. “You said…….you said that…… that you

would spank my Lilly white ass..” she finally was able to get the words from her

lips.

The first slashing blow hit her upper thighs. The sound was sharp and distinct.

Anna moaned when the thin reed ripped against the white silk of her hose. She

knew that her co-workers could hear the reed as it whipped through the thin air

and made contact with her muscled upper thighs. She received four brutal strokes

and tears dripped from her eyes and feel to the thick white carpet. Jerome sat

back down when the punishment ended.

Anna stood, bent at the waist with the hem of her skirt in her delicate fingers.

“You may pull your skirt down after you thank me for correcting your first flaw

of the day Mrs. Belvoir,” Jerome sternly stated.

“Thank you for correcting me Mr. Bettis,” Anna sobbed.

Anna then stood and smoothed her skirt. She faced the large windows as she tried

to wipe the tears from her eyes. The intercom beeped and a receptionist announced

the arrival of Jerome Bettis’ first client interview.

“Show the young man in,” came the stern command.

…End of the part8. To be continued..

his cock deep into her aching slit.

Jim kneeled next to the banister. His own manhood was hard and he reached down

and stroked himself through his trousers. As his wife screamed her surrender….

and she begged for more of the adulterous cock to take her tender treasures Jim’s

cock spewed forth it’s sticky discharge. Bent over next to the railing of the

stairs he felt his tension and his strength drain through the tip of his cock.

His wife, Anna, was rapidly reaching her own climax. She had a death grip on her

black lover. Jerome thrust forward and succeeded in burying the entire ten

inches of thick black cock deep into her womb.

Anna’s screams reverberated through out her large house. Her husband leaned

against the banister; completely spent. The front of his pants were soaked with

his creme and he had a far away look on his face.

Jerome felt the sharp fingernails as they clawed into his back ripping the

skin…… Mrs. Anna Belvoir reached her climax…… she wasn’t content with

only one. Jerome slowed his pile hammered ass to gentle thrusts and allowed the

pretty white wife to climax a second and then third time. As Anna struggled with

her release she felt the powerful hips start their circular movement. The thick

black cock was touching each nerve in her stuffed tender hole. The torrent of

scalding black cum coated and stung the tender pink pussy folds.

At long last the two lovers feel back on the bed with their tongues still

dueling……. Both were panting and the release of scalding cum started leaking

out the side of Anna’s elastic pussy and stained the white sheets. Jerome

suddenly felt heavy; his dead weight stretched out on the long lean pretty wife

of Mr. Jim Belvoir. When Anna’s breathing returned to normal she nudged the

contented black lover to rise. He raised back on his haunches with his still

hard black cock still firmly lodged into Anna’s sweet passage.

“Tell me Mrs. Belvoir….. What became of your birth control pills ?” Jerome

quietly asked.

Anna looked up with a puzzled look on her face. “You threw my birth control

pills in the waste basket Mr. Bettis,” she quietly answered.

Smiling Jerome looked down at Anna’s pretty heaving chest. “My black sperm will

not produce a black baby tonight; but………… Every time I fill you with my

black seed you have an opportunity to carry my baby….. Do you want a black

baby growing in your tight little tummy, Mrs. Belvoir ?”

A look of shock quickly transformed the puzzled look on the pretty white wife.

“I don’t want to get pregnant Mr. Bettis…….” she quietly answered.

Jerome pushed his semi hard prick into her now leaking stretched pussy. “I am

going to plant my black seed in your womb…. You may not want my child….. you

may not want to face your neighbors when you have a black child… but you are

…End of the part24. To be continued..