set of black fingers tighten on the elastic at the top of her panties. She

closed her eyes again as she felt the white lace being pulled ever so slowly over

her tight butt cheeks.

Jerome leaned close and with his lips only inches from her right ear softly

asked, “Have you ever felt a black cock.. A cock from a real man ?”

The alcohol fogged mind was confused. The panties continued to be slowly pulled

from her hips. The sensitive nipples were being twisted between fingers and

thumb……

“Take my cock out Anna….” Jerome whispered.

Anna tried to reason. She could not comprehend her current plight. She felt

her hands drop to her side and then reach slightly forward. At the first contact

she could not comprehend the length of the hard pipe that her fingers tried to

encircle. “This could not be a man’s penis,” her mind tried to reason.

She stretched her fingers trying to gain the leverage to encircle the huge

menacing organ. She could not imagine that a man could have such an appendage.

Her mind flashed back to the previous night and her husband’s pitiful manhood

that emptied itself inside his pants.

Anna released the hard throbbing organ and searched for Jerome’s belt and zipper.

She pulled on the buckle of the belt and at the same moment felt her panties

drop from her knees to the carpeted floor. Frantically she pulled the belt back

and felt the prong slip from the little hole. She then found the zipper at the

instant the tip of the second black man’s finger tip pushed up into her steaming

lips. “Oh MY GODDDD,” she screamed.

She struggled with the zipper but was able at long last to pull it down. As the

metal slipped down she felt the hot flesh of Jerome’s black manhood flop against

the back of her delicate hand. Turning her hand over she seemed to weigh the ten

inch steel bar. She could not encircle the black flesh with her delicate hands.

Her mind drifted back and forth from her alcoholic stupor and tried to imagine

how massive was her Superior’s manhood.

Anna kept her eyes closed. She was afraid she would pass out if she opened them.

The one black intruding digit was joined by a second one. It sawed into her

tender flesh as she tried to escape the invasion by standing on her tip toes.

“Spread yourself for me,” ordered the seated black client.

Anna could not resist any longer. She spread her long tapered legs….the only

limitation was the white lace panties binding her ankles. The black fingers

sawed in and out of Anna’s over flowing pussy. As the fingers spread her tender

lips she grabbed the hard black cock in her hand and gripped the organ as hard as

she could. Absently she started milking the long black organ in the same rhythm

as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole.

…End of the part12. 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..

Breaking the kiss, I caught her hands and brought them to my lips for a
kiss. “I’m going to make you feel good. But I need your help. I need you to
tell me when something pleasures you, or if you don’t like it, or you want it
faster or harder or softer. Can you do that?”

“You like a little dirty talk, baby?” she asked softly, with a sultriness
in her expression that had not been there since the club. My shy girl was
becoming an assertive woman again. Nice.

“Yes, I replied, moving back down her firm belly to her musky womanhood.
She spread her legs wider to grant me easier access. Her dancer’s flexibility
served us well. I looked closely at her sparse haired cunt, with its tender
lips and gentle pink coloration, and the moistness apparent around the pouty
little opening. Her seam was just as pretty as the rest of her.

I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. “Yes, baby!!” she hissed.
“Do it!”

Her taste was good, musky and salty-sweet. I made my tongue as broad as
possible, and thrust it into her opening. I licked it from bottom to top,
going in and coming out, stroking her clit at the top, but not giving it any
extra attention yet.

Julie moaned and squirmed. “Mmmm. Oh, yeah! Your tongue–go deeper,
deeper, please?” I did my best to oblige her. She grew wetter and hotter as
the wonderful torture continued making small purring sounds and trying to
grind her crotch into my face. She was really getting into it. As I licked,
I couldn’t help but recall an old line said by the late Sam Kinison: “If you’re
ever going down on some chick, and you don’t know what to do, lick the alphabet!
[laughs from the audience] Oh sure, you laugh now, but some day you’ll be
there, and you’ll remember you’re ol’ Uncle Sammy…” I smiled and licked
“J-u-l-i-e” just for the hell of it.

I reached out and grabbed another ice “banana” from the glass. I pressed
it to her clit and she tensed and twisted, gasping, “Oh!” I slipped the ice
into her wet opening and left it for a few moments while she writhed about.
Taking her entire clit into my mouth, I sucked hard, flicking it with my
tongue.

“Yeeow!” she exclaimed. “Do it to me do iiittt…!” She jerked and
gasped and then came, shuddering. “Yessssss…..mmmmmmm, yes. Nice, nice.”
I removed the ice, but kept licking her gently through her come, until the
quiverings eased.

But I wasn’t done quite yet. I took my finger and inserted it into her
now very wet seam. She sighed again. “Mmmmmm, give me two.” I was happy to
oblige, adding the second finger and sliding them in and out slowly. Julie
thrust gently back at my fingers.

Shifting position slightly, I curled my fingers up and tried to press
under the pubic bone, looking for her g-spot. The effect was electric.

“Uhnn,” she gasped, and her arms slapped against the bed the sheets
gripped tightly in her hands. Her pelvis came completely off the bed as she
thrust strongly at my fingers. I looked up and her face was a mask of pleasure
and sensation as it whipped back and forth. “What are–mmmf–you doing?
Oh God, that’s wild–ahhh, mmmm, yes, yes.” She twisted and came, breasts
bobbing sweetly, nipples tensed in pleasure.

I kept massaging the area, and added a vigorous rubbing to her clit with
my other hand, pinching and rolling it gently for occasional variety. She came
again, and then again. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and chest. She
squealed, moaned, and shuddered as the orgasms washed over her. I could tell
she was becoming super-sensitized.

“Enough!” she cried, but I kept going. She bit her lip and shuddered
through another orgasm. My God, she was so beautiful, so excited. If I so
much as touched my cock I would have exploded all over her.

Her body gleamed as she began to perspire more profusely, and strands of
dark gold-blonde hair began to stick to her face. It was becoming harder to
maintain my attentions through her bucking. Suddenly she rolled onto her side,
still humping my hand and then yelling:

“Stop, dammit, I can’t take it anymore! Ahhhh, oh Jesus, not again,
eeeee…”

I got off of her g-spot, but continued to move my fingers in out and out,
gradually slowing the pace, stroking her sweat-slick skin with my other hand
as she began to come down. She twitched and sighed, shivering, still drawing
in large gasps of air, but calming down. Her skin was flushed and shining and
gorgeous, her face dreamy as the sensations began to ease. I finally stopped
and moved up to press myself into her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing
her soft lips. She responded with enthusiasm, though still with an occasional
twitching of her hips.

“That was…that was wild,” she sighed. “Mmmmm, SO good.”

“You were beautiful. I liked watching you come.”

She kissed me again. “Well, give me a second to catch my breath and it’ll
be your turn.” I responded with an anticapatory sound and stroked her pert
breasts and cute nipples.

We continued to exchange gentle kisses until she pulled away slightly and
pressed me me onto my back. She eased her body down on top of me and began to
suck gently at the sensitive skin of my lower neck. I felt her nipples press-
ing into my chest, and reached up to stroke her hair and the sides of her
breasts while she worked on me.

After a little while of this she moved down to my nipples sucking each
gently. Her hands moved softly over my torso, occasionally moving down for a
quick stroke on my cock, which was beginning to firm up again. She kissed her
way down my stomach to my rod, which she took in one hand and began to lick up
and down.

I stiffened rapidly under her ministrations. She gushed saliva over my
shaft, getting it wet all over, and took it in, filling her hot, wet mouth.
She sucked at my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me. I looked down to
see her sweet face working my dick. She came off of it and smiled up at me, a
small strand of her saliva and my pre-cum linking her lips and the tip. She
snared it with her tongue and made smacking sounds. “Yum,” she said. “You’re
sweet.”

Before I could say anything she went back down on me and I shuddered at the
intense sensation. She went fast, then slow, her tongue always moving over me.
Julie took a deep breath and then went down, taking me all the way in, not
stopping until her nose touched my pubic hair.

“Jesus!” It was my turn to exclaim. I threw my head back and my toes
curled involuntarily. She went all the way up and all the way down again,
slowly, and then pulled off me completely when my dick began to throb danger-
ously.

“Not just yet,” she said with that devilish smile. She kissed and nuzzled
at my balls taking one at a time into her mouth and humming sweetly. It was
wild and wonderful, and gave my sensitive shaft a moment to come down from its
near orgasm. I called her name and ran my fingers through her dark-golden
hair.

“I love to suck cock,” she said suddenly, her voice throaty. “Especially
nice sweet cocks like this one.” Suck. “I like to feel them throb in my mouth,
I like to taste them on my tongue. I like it when they swell up and shoot
their come in my mouth.” Lick “Do want to come, baby? You want to come in
my mouth?” She waggled her tongue at me while stroking my prick.

Her raunchy words shot pleasure back into my cock, and I groaned, “Yes,
baby, do it. Let me come…” I placed my hands on either side of her chin
and eased her back onto my prick.

Her dives downward and sucking became more vigorous, and try as I might,
the pressure in my cock was becoming too much to hold back. I was thrusting
back up into her sweet, lush lips, now, and she was moaning around my cock
as she fingered her own clit, getting off on what she was doing to me while
getting me off.

“Mph,” she gasped around my prick, and jerked as she made herself come,
and that sent me over the edge.

“Get ready,” I gritted.

“Oh, God do it,” she breathed and went back down, sucking strongly. The
pleasure was incredible as I felt my cock twitch, and then I was there, thrust-
ing deeply into her mouth, coming, spraying her mouth with my sperm, which she
swallowed, moaning and sighing happily around my spewing penis…

She stayed with me through my orgasm, and I let her stay on me even though
the pleasure was so intense as to be almost painful. She cleaned my cock,
finally letting it slip from her slick lips, which she licked clean and then
swallowed while staring at me lasciviously.

I pulled her up to me and kissed her puffy lips, loving the feel of her
body on top of me. She relaxed and nuzzled up to me, placing her head on my
chest, where I could stroke her and smell her hair, now mussed and in disarray
from our sex. She began to idly trace patterns on my chest.

“That was pretty great,” she said dreamily.

Still wiped out from the wonderful orgasm she gave me, it was all I could
do to give an assenting “Mmmm-hmmm.”

“What do we do for an encore?” There was a bit of playful challenge in
her voice. She didn’t want this night to end any more than I did.

I moved one hand down to cup one of her cute little breasts. As the
nipple hardened under my flicking finger, I smiled and said, “I’m sure we can
thing of all kinds of things…”

“Oh God, I’m hot,” whispered Janis. “How can she suck a cock that came out of
somebody’s ass like that?” “Did that turn you on?” Peter whispered as his
hand began to massage Janis’s clit again. “Oh yeah, Peter be careful,” Janis
responded. “You could get me over the hill without even trying – and you know
what THAT means.” Garolynn began massaging Peter’s cock again while he was
playing with her tits. She had great tits, large but not saggy and nipples
that got hard as rocks. While Peter had not seen them yet, he could imagine
sucking those nipples to hardness.

The next scene was two women with one guy. Both women had big tits and both
appeared to love sex, any kind of sex. The scene opened with the bigger woman
eating the smaller woman’s pussy. She was sucking on the clit and the smaller
woman, with dark hair, was a quickly on the verge of cumming. A man entered
the room, obviously the husband of the dark haired woman. He quickly stripped
and moved to a position where the dark haired woman could suck his cock. This
man had a big cock, about 12″ long and big around. As it grew during the
sucking process, Janis whispered, “My God, can she take all that?” It didn’t
seem a problem for the dark haired woman. Several thrusts of his cock in her
mouth had his balls banging on her chin. She was in an orgasmic state with
him fucking her mouth and the blonde woman sucking on her clit. The blonde
woman had inserted 4 fingers into the dark haired woman’s cunt and was pumping
her wildly. As the scene changed, both women began sucking on this man’s
tool. First one then the other deepthroated him and then began to suck, one
on each side, as they played with his balls. The blonde woman bent over on
the bed and the man kneeled behind her as the dark haired woman guided his
cock into her pussy. He began thrusting and the dark haired woman began
playing with his balls and kissing his chest. Several times the man removed
his cock and the dark haired woman would deepthroat it. This drew quick
breaths from Garolynn and he could feel Janis shudder as he continued to play
with her clit. The man said, “Now I am going to fuck your ass, but first lick
it to lube it up.” The dark haired woman deepthroated him and then began to
lick the blonde woman’s asshole. When is was wet, she deepthroated that cock
one more time and eased it up to the woman’s anus. He slowly inserted it as
the darkhaired woman bent over and applied spit to his tool, massaging his
balls with her hand. When he was fully in the blonde woman, he began
thrusting as the darkhaired woman continued to play with his balls and kiss
him. He pulled out of the blonde woman’s ass a couple of times and the dark
haired woman would deepthroat him again. Peter switched from playing with
Janis’s clit to Garolynn’s during this action and Garolynn began to softly
breath faster. Finally, the man would switch from ass to pussy to ass several
different times and you could see that he was ready to cum. He pulled it out
of the blonde’s ass the last time and both girls began sucking on his cock as
he came in big spurts. There was jism in each girls hair, on their faces and
they kissed and exchanged jism with their tongues as he finished cumming. He
bent over backwards and the blonde began sucking on the softening cock while
the dark haired woman began to lick his balls and tongued his asshole.

“We gotta get out of here,” whispered Garolynn. “I’m getting so horny.” She
spread her legs a little further letting Peter have better access to her clit.
She was so wet, he hand was fairly sliding up and down her cunt. Janis was
feeling left out and moved over to begin playing with Peter’s cock. With both
ladies’ hands on his cock, Peter was beginning to wonder if he could prevent
himself from cumming a second time.

The third scene was three women making love. There were dildoes, fingers and
tongues in pussies, assholes and mouths. The two ladies could not believe
their eyes for neither of them had envisioned making love to another woman.
“Well, lets try that when we get home,” Peter suggested. The two girls
giggled and Peter took that as a yes!

The last scene was the “orgy” scene. Cocks going in and out of assholes,
mouths; jism flying through the air and faces covered with cum. Both girls
were wiggling in their seats by now and Peter had come close to cumming about
three different times. He had to tell Janis to slow down twice and had gotten
three fingers in Garolynn’s pussy before she made him quit.

It was time to go and they all three buttoned up their pants and straightened
themselves up before looking around and getting up. They fairly raced to the
parked car. “Lets get home, NOW!” screamed Garolynn. As they arrived at the
hotel, Garolynn was giving Peter a blow job and Peter was rubbing Janis’s
pussy through her levis while playing with Garolynn’s tits. “God, if people
could see us now!” said Peter. Garolynn sat up, wiped her face and Peter
tucked his cock in his pants. Janis pulled up to the parking place and they
all jumped out of the car and raced to Garolynn’s room. Upon entering the
room, clothes were flying everywhere. Janis leaped at Peter’s mouth and they
began a deep, tongue probing kiss. Garolynn began massaging Peter’s cock and
as it came to life, she began to suck on it. None of the lights had been
dimmed and as Janis and Peter broke their kiss, Janis began watching Garolynn
suck on Peter’s swollen member. She had never actually seen a woman give a
man a blow job, nor anything else for that matter. “Come join me,” Garolynn
said with an inviting grin. Janis was a little taken back but as Peter
offered her his cock, she quickly took it into her mouth. She could taste
Garolynn’s saliva and she began to suck and play with Peter’s balls. Peter
was thrusting in and out of her mouth, going deeper and deeper down her
throat. Peter pulled his member from her mouth and Garolynn began sucking on
…End of the part4. To be continued..

to the paint if I did. I wanted to keep the amount of explaining I had to do to

a minimum. His right hand continued to knead my breasts but his left hand slid

down my stomach touching every inch of skin it could until it came to rest in my

pubic hair. His hand began to stroke the outside of my pubes. This was driving

me crazy. I wanted to lie down and demand that he fuck me; I wanted him to put

his fingers in me, to touch my clit, to make me come. J kept up this slow tease,

bringing me higher and higher with each stroke, each passing second. I felt his

right hand slide around my back and grab one cheek. I wrapped my arms around

him, kissing his mouth and cheeks as he began to rub my well oiled clit. He

began to finger fuck me, but not in the way I’d imagined. He slid two fingers

into me in the back. His left hand continued to rub my clit as his hand took

full and complete possession of my bottom. Standing up, in my own kitchen,

covered with oil, J’s hand controlling my sex and my ass, I came. J held me until

I could stand without assistance. He got me a glass of water. As I drank it, I

began to really want the bathroom for more than one reason. J looked at me. “I

guess we should get you cleaned up, huh?” As I began to agree with him he took a

blindfold out of somewhere and put it on me. It was one of those sleep masks

that with two hole would have looked wonderful on the Lone Ranger. I felt him

clip a leash onto my collar and follow that with the click of my hands being

cuffed behind my back. Like I said, I really wasn’t prepared for what he had in

mind with the oil.

Have you ever been blindfolded and moved around? It is very disorienting, worse

even than walking in a dark room. When you walk in a dark room, you are making

the decisions about where you are going. Being led around makes it much more

difficult. I’m sure J took me on several extra turns as well because I was

surprised when the breeze hit me. It was a warm night. I could feel the wood of

the deck on my bare feet. It was well past sundown. We do have a fence that

blocks the view from the other houses, but there’s a world of difference between

taking your top off after you’ve looked around in the daylight and being blind

and suddenly finding your naked body on a leash outside. The breeze felt good.

He led me to a place on the fence that he’d obviously scoped before because he

was able to find it so quickly. The cuffs had some way of making the links

between them longer, and he used that to put my hands around a slat in the fence,

causing me to have to bend over. He shoved my feet back and apart and then left

me there. I mean, get the picture; I’m naked, he has this mask on me so I have

no idea of what is going on. If something happens I’m chained to my fence. I’m

covered in oil so I’m sure I looked like a refugee from a jello wrestling

competition. I can’t hear his footsteps on the grass, so he may be staring at me

or he may have gone home. I couldn’t decide whether I was turned on or freaked

out. The water that hit my back wasn’t all that cold, it was just a surprise. He

had brought up our hose and proceeded to hose me down with it. Then he begins

washing me with this large sponge. It was fairly soft, but stiff enough to make

me very aware of where ever it was as it moved along. He started on my left

calf. He worked his way up my leg, spending quite a bit of time on my thighs. I

moaned. I’d been moaning and yelling quite a bit up till he put the blindfold on

me, but that was inside. Now I was in this rather compromising position and I’d

started again. “You might want to keep quiet out here,” he said quietly, his hand

neglegently resting on my bottom. “I’m not sure I could unhook you and take you

…End of the part11. To be continued..

He runs his hands through my hair, delineating the backs of my ears and the line

of my jaw. The jeans fall to the floor and I pull them away from his feet, as his

knees relax him into the chair, and he starts reaching for my breasts.

My hands start tracking towards him. “Oh no you don’t” he commands, and lifts my

whole body by my upper arms to a standing position, my mouth losing contact with

his cock. He holds me in front of him, leans me closer, kisses me with fire then

grabs my bottom lip with his teeth. His hands slide down my arms to my wrists,

which are suddenly held behind me by just one hand. He’s strong — I could escape

but I won’t. Can’t. Don’t. The teeth in my lip press harder, the sensation and

the association of the imprisoned arms sending signals my Pavlovian response is

helpless before. I moan as the endorphins start to take, losing track of what

he’s doing.

He’d taken the belt from the jeans as he lowered them, and it’s now being

fastened around my arms, restricting my arms and holding them behind me. He

releases my lip, looks at me with craving, lechery, desire… “Now go back to

what you were doing”, he decrees. I obey, gladly, dropping to my knees in front

of him and taking his manhood once more into my mouth.

I feel inspired, inflamed, inebriated by the changes in his body. His breathing

starts to catch as I apply my lips up and down the sides of his cock, then around

the top, brushing it as if with one long, absorbing kiss. Running my tongue

around the base, I start to trace the lines on the scrotum, then gently take each

ball in my mouth and let my tongue play with it as I savour the taste of him. My

tongue draws a thin line right under the sac, as he slumps in his chair and

abandons himself to the feeling. My nose precedes the mouth back to the cock, and

I then lick from bottom to top, finally taking the whole in my mouth and staring

the longed-for in-and-out motion he so desires.

I have to concentrate on not overbalancing without the use of my hands when his

hands gently come to land on the back of my head and urge me in a faster and more

intense rhythm. His groin raises to meet me, and he starts uttering small moans,

almost inaudible yet as clear to me as a summons to further action. I relax my

throat, and gradually work his thickness down as far as I can, as his groans

metamorphose into higher, almost distressed cries and he compels me deeper,

farther and faster. His cock becomes solid and utterly erect, and his whole lower

body is climbing to meet me — when he removes my head with an unintelligible

entreaty and slumps to the chair, sweating, panting, not yet satisfied.

“Not yet”, he gasps, then takes better control of himself. “Not yet”, he repeats,

“We have a long way to go tonight.”

He leads me back to his office, and stands me in front of his computer, facing

the screen. He then sits in his chair behind me, and starts running his hands up

and down the sides of my body. Gradually, his hands start edging around to the

…End of the part2. To be continued..

newsgroups — nothing he couldn’t have finished with three hours before.

“Yeah — well — there was something I needed to deal with.” He doesn’t even look

up, but continues scrolling through the latest figures. “Were we going anywhere

tonight?”

I can tell by the attitude that he has no intention of moving for a while yet.

Fine. Something needs to happen. So I make it happen. “Are we the last ones left

in here?”

“Yeah”

Right.

Shoes.

Shirt

Jeans

Bra — onto the keyboard in front of him (underwired). He finally looks

up, notices what state I’m in.

“Oh. Staying a while, are we?”

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

“That’s up to you, isn’t it? I mean, you’re the one with the ever-so-important

work.” It’s really hard to keep the voice to irony-level. “Got anything

interesting off the newsgroups?”

“Just the Tommy Lee and Pamela vids.” He leads me out to the reception area,

where a high-edged desk faces the glass front, protecting the occupant from

ill-timed glances. There, under cover of the desk, he fires up the PC and loads

those videos.

And watches. And watches. And watches. Hmmm — not funny any more. “So, do you

like what she’s doing to him?”

“Oh, it looks all right.”

“Would you like me to do that to you?” And I go down to my knees and undo his

jeans. His cock, half erect already, is trying to escape the boxer shorts, so the

least I can do is encourage it with my lips. And tongue. And I gently send the

tip of that same tongue all along the bottom of it, tracing the ridge from the

base past the coarse hairs to the tip, and start coaxing a response by licking

small tender licks around the head as it rears and presents itself for further

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Who was he? I only met him this morning. We talked briefly at our
chance meeting while browsing the shelves at a local bookstore. He was strong
and muscular. Tall, about 6 feet, with sandy brown hair. I suppose I was
attracted to him, for when he asked me to his place for a glass of wine, I
readily accepted.

As I sat there before the fireplace in his den, my thoughts drifted to
this afternoon, of the private moments I enjoyed as I prepared for this
evening. I recalled having completed my shower and feeling warm all over as I
passed the soft towel over my naked body. Standing naked before my mirror, I
admired the shapely form of my body. My rounded well proportioned breasts were
firm with large cherry-red nipples. Looking down, I could just see the
glistening folds of my vaginal lips, through the dusty blonde hairs of my pubic
mound. I remember trying to decide what to wear. I selected a sexy, loose
fitting button down blouse and matching shorts, which I laid out in preparation
for this evening. I chose a dainty bra and panty set. Both were made of red
silk with a touch of black lace. Dressing, the bra fit snugly, firming my
round breasts, the panties were briefs, ending just above the line of my pubic
mound. As the cool silk of the undergarments touched my warm skin, I felt a
tingling sensation which sent a shiver through out my body. I sat at the edge
of my bed, wearing only the bra and panties. I remember the internal stirring
I felt in anticipation of what this evening would bring. The desire within my
groin began to spread upward towards my abdomen, and slowly consumed my mind
and body. Looking at the clock, I knew I had time to lie back and give in to
my yearnings.

I remember, lying on my bed, the coolness of the silk bra stimulating
my breasts. I remember thinking of the pleasures I have come to enjoy in
private moments of solitude. I remember slowly sliding my fingers under my bra
and caressing my breast, slowly kneading the nipple, gently rubbing it between
my fingers. I remember closing my eyes and letting my mind ease into the
pleasure my caresses were creating. I remember becoming aroused, as my other
hand slipped under my bra, and I caressed both my breasts. I thought of the
pleasures I experienced as I massaged my hardened nipples between my fingers.

A crackle of a burning log returned me to the present. The thoughts
of this afternoon, along with the effects of the wine began to have an effect
on me. I could feel myself becoming aroused. As I looked into the fire, I
felt the familiar yearning deep in my groin. My breasts began to ache, as my
nipples engorged and hardened. I tightly crossed my thighs and began a gentle
rhythmic tensing of my pelvis. I could feel the moistness forming within the
lips of my vagina. I looked up at him, he seemed preoccupied with the fire,
unaware of the sexual desires slowly building within me.

Again my thoughts left the present and passed back to this afternoon.
I remembered, as I lay on the bed, reaching down over my pelvis, running my
fingers over my panties. I remembered the moistness of the thin piece of silken
underwear, as I let my fingers slip under the panties. I thought of my moist
vaginal lips, how the wetness felt. I remembered how I slowly began to gently
tease my soaking vagina, the intense feelings as I ran my fingers between the
soft labial folds, carefully sliding along side my swollen clitoris. I remember
gently stroking my clitoris, slowly forming circles around it. I could almost
feel the quivers my throbbing clitoris passed upward into my abdomen during
that afternoon’s pleasures when I brought myself to a very fulfilling orgasm.

I took another sip of wine, and my mind returned to the present. He
looked back at me as he stood before the fire, stoking the logs. A soft smile
appeared upon his lips before he turned back to the fire. I watched him as he
knelt before the fireplace and played with the burning ambers. The glow of the
fire, and the rush of the wine was slowly making my head spin. I could feel the
heat spreading through out my body. In an effort to cool off, I unconsciously
opened the top buttons of my blouse. I felt the coolness of my silk bra upon my
breasts. Through clouded eyes I looked for him. He rose, and walked from the
room, stating the need to get another bottle of wine. I heard his footsteps,
descending the stairs to the wine cellar. There I sat, the warmth of the fire,
the coolness of my silk undergarments upon my skin, alone.

I closed my eyes, and laid my head back upon the soft cushions of the
couch behind me. My head was spinning, both from the wine and the thoughts of
the pleasures I gave myself earlier. I could still feel the tingling glow from
the orgasm I had this afternoon. Opening my eyes, I starred at the burning
logs. The warmth of the fire spread up over my chest and radiated up to my
neck. The heat was stirring a desire within me. In a daze, I opened the
remaining buttons of my blouse. The coolness, as the open blouse bared my
chest, stirred me to greater desire. My hand moved again to my chest. I undid
the front clasp of the bra, and let the cups fall away from my breasts. My
fingers reached for my nipple. I began to massage the swollen tip with my thumb
and index finger, and gave in to the pleasure of the moment. My thoughts were
no longer of the pleasures of this afternoon, but rather of the intensity that
was now building deep within my groin. I could feel my nipple hardening as I
continued to massage the tip.

Slowly, my other hand moved towards my breasts. Its fingers reached
for the nipple, and I began to gently massage the hardened nipple between my
thumb and index finger. Both nipples were now engorged and throbbed with
pleasure as my fingers massaged the tips. I moaned softly as the waves of
pleasure my fingers created upon my breasts spread to my pelvis. I was in a
world of my own, concentrating only on the throbbing within my groin & abdomen
as I continued the intense stimulation of my nipples. I crossed my legs and by
tensing my thigh muscles applied a gentle pressure upon my groin. I began to
rock my pelvis, increasing the intensity of the pressure upon my vaginal lips
…End of the part1. To be continued..

But I did stop. I haven’t picked up a hitchhiker since I was in
college. I always figured that a cute girl standing by the side
of the road with her thumb in the breeze had to have a 250 pound
boyfriend in the bushes, ready to commandeer my car at
knifepoint.

I can see from a distance that you are cute, your long brown hair
whipping about your face in the wind. As I drive closer, I can
see your faded cutoffs, cut so short that the cheeks of your ass
are peeking out invitingly.

You are wearing a pale yellow t-shirt, the veteran of many
washings, faded to the color of tapioca. Your breasts,
unencumbered by a bra, poke proud erect nipples at all who pass
by. Even from a distance I can see the dark circles through the
thin shirt.

You are smiling.

I stop next to you and roll down the window.

“Where are you headed?”

“It doesn’t really matter. Can you take me?”

I swallow. “Sure. Hop in.” You slide into the passenger seat
and I am suddenly conscious of your smell; the smell of sun and
sweat on your buttery skin. I realize that you have slid closer
to me than is really necessary. I swallow again.

“What’s your name?”

“Lisa.” You don’t ask mine. Out of the corner of my eye I can
see your breasts jiggling slightly as we ride. You catch my
sidelong glance and smile slightly. I look away, embarrassed.

“You don’t usually pick people up, do you.” It is a statement,
not a question. I look back at you, more directly this time, and
see that you have turned ever so slightly towards me, and have
inched almost imperceptibly closer. I feel my mouth go slightly
dry. I cannot keep from looking at your breasts.

I begin to imagine…No! Things like this just don’t happen!
There is always a catch. I feel a light sweat on my upper lip.
I roll down the window. We ride for a moment in silence.

You cross your legs and you have moved slightly closer. Your
left hand is on the seat next to your thigh. With another
sidelong glance I can see that the top button on your cutoffs is
undone. Was it like that before? I realize that you are looking
intently at my face. Do you see what I am thinking?

If I move the slightest bit, I am sure my erection will burst
through my pants. So I sit very still and drive carefully and
slowly. Suddenly I realize I am going barely twenty miles per
hour. It seems as though we are barely moving; the fields to
each side of us creep by.

There is a wide spot ahead, next to a broad expanse of tall
grass.

“Could we stop for a bit?” you ask.

“If you like,” I reply, sure that you can hear my heart pounding.

We stop and you are out of the car, skipping through the tall
grass of the field laughing and turning around, your eyes
sparkling. Cautiously I follow you. You come back to me,
breathless, your sun-sweat smell nearly overpowering me.
Watching you in the grass I am nearly overcome with desire and I
and I can think of nothing but you.

You stand very close to me, looking up into my face. The impish
smile nearly disappears as you stand very close to me, searching
my face. I stroke your cheek with my palm and gently bend down
to kiss your soft, full lips. Suddenly your arms are around me,
your mouth wide open, tongue probing. Your body presses
insistently against me, your hands are moving up and down my
back, stroking my ass and the backs of my thighs. I am certain
my body is going to explode.

Suddenly you stop. You draw slightly away from me. Your cheeks
are slightly flushed, and you are breathing heavily through
parted lips. Your firm breasts strain against the flimsy t-
shirt, erect nipples challenging me. You cross your arms and
reach slowly for the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your
head.

Your breasts, now free in the warm sunshine, invite me. I catch
my breath, a half sob, really, as I gaze at you there. You come
to me again and take my head in both your hands, drawing my mouth
first to one breast, then the other. Greedily I run my tongue
over the nipples, feeling them harden at the touch. You pull my
head harder to you, as though you want me to devour you. I am
aware of the salty-sweet taste of your sweat. Your breast fills
…End of the part1. To be continued..

I heard something on the beach below me and looked over the
railing of the deck. A beautiful lady in her early 30’s was dancing
by herself to the sounds coming from above. She was quite a good
dancer and obviously enjoying her solitary dancing, unaware that
anyone was watching. She moved and swayed to the sounds of “When A
Man Loves a Woman” by Percy Sledge, lost in her memories.

As the final strains of the classic faded, I said, “You dance
divinely, my dear.” She spun her head around, looking for the
speaker; startled. Then as she spun around, she looked up at me and
lost her balance, falling to the ground with a sharp cry of pain as
she twisted her ankle on the unsteady sand.

I ran down the steps to her side. “I am so sorry, I didn’t
mean to startle you,” I told her. “Are you alright?”

“NO, I twisted my damn ankle again,” she replied with a
grimace. “It’s not really your fault. I twisted it a few days ago
and should have known better than to dance on it so soon.”

“Can you walk on it?”

“I don’t think so… I need to put some ice on it.”

“Let me help you up to my apartment; I’ve got an ice pack you
can put on it. It’s the least I can do.”

She stood on her one good leg and put her arm around my
shoulder and tried to hop up the stairs. She was obviously hurting,
so I reached down and picked her up and carried her up the stairs.
She felt good in my arms and I enjoyed the feel of her breast against
my chest. I carried her inside and put her down on the couch; placed
her injured ankle on a pillow and went to get the ice pack.

When I came back, she put her good foot on the floor to give me
room to sit down and tend to her ankle. I gently placed the ice pack
on her foot and let my eyes rum up her bare legs to her cutoff blue
jean-covered crotch. Her legs were spread, and I could see a few
silky hairs peeking from the vee of her sex. I tried not to stare,
but I couldn’t help my self. My eyes traveled on up and I could see
she was not wearing a bra under her tight T-shirt. She was either
horny or cold, because her nipples were as hard as rocks, tenting the
fabric of her shirt. I looked on up into the most beautiful
eyes I had seen in a long, long time. She was smiling slightly.

“Did you enjoy the view?”

“Ah, uh, well, uh… would you like something to drink?” I
stammered, embarrassed at being caught being so obvious.

“Sure,” she replied with a mischievous grin. “Some white wine
would be nice if you have it.”

I stood to go to the kitchen and turned quickly to hide my
growing erection. In the kitchen I reached down and readjusted my
cock. “It ain’t gonna do you any good to get up, boy,” I told it
tersely. “This lady’s hurting and you ain’t got a chance to get any
tonight, so just calm down.” But, as always, he didn’t listen to me.
He had a mind of his own and it was one-track… but at least it
wasn’t so obvious after the adjustment.

I came back into the living room with our drinks and as I
walked toward her she was staring at my crotch. She turned on her
side a bit and patted the couch beside her for me to sit. “You
didn’t answer my question,” she said after she had taken a sip. She
looked at me prettily over the rim of her wineglass. “Did you enjoy
the view? I sure did.”

“I can’t help looking when I am that close to someone as
beautiful as you are,” I replied.

She reached up and pulled my head down to hers. “You’re very
sweet,” she said and kissed me. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“Not yet it isn’t,” she said and kissed me again, running her
tongue deep into my mouth, moaning softly. We kissed passionately
for a few minutes, then I broke the kiss.

“If you don’t watch out, this is going to get out of hand and I
don’t want to hurt your foot.”

“Let me worry about the damn foot,” she replied. “I’ll let you
know if it hurts, you can be sure of that!” And with that, she
reached down, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her
head. She shook her brown curly hair as the shirt came off and
dropped the shirt on the floor. She grabbed my head and drew it to
her breasts. I wallowed my face in those glorious mounds of flesh,
licking and kissing them all over. I ran my tongue around and around
…End of the part1. To be continued..

“Good morning,” I began “I’m Miss Flock. It seems like you already know my general rules. I expect you to behave professionally towards me, just as I will towards you. I’m going to get your names from you now.”

The front row consisted of Jeff McWhirter, a skinny boy in a ratty t-shirt and glasses. I noted the shirt and made a mental check to remind him of the both the school’s dress code and my class dress code, which was somewhat stricter. Next to Jeff was Linda Long, who vaguely reminded me of a spaniel puppy. Beside her was Calvin Chung, a thin Chinese boy I guessed was both bright and gay, as was the long scarf he wore. The fourth seat was vacant.

Like most teachers and preachers, I hate vacant seats at the front. I looked over the room of blonde and brunette heads to the very back. I caught a glimpse of swirling black hair with a single blue streak, pale bare shoulders, and the distinctive “T” of a g-string visible above the waistband of a pair of “Sho-T” brand jeans (the hot brand for teen no-longer-wannabe-virgins that year). The owner was seated, leaning into the aisle as she rummaged in an oversized canvas book bag.

“Excuse me,” I said, pointing “Yes, you. What’s your name please?” There was a mumble. “I beg your pardon?” I said. “Sue.” “Sue who?” I heard a solitary giggle from somewhere.

The girl I’d addressed stood up, hips cocked and head tilted in that gesture that makes teenage girls look like 40-year-old hookers. Her g-string arced over her pretty hips under a half-shirt with no bra that I could see. And I was looking. God was I looking!

Have you ever heard the expression “wide-on”? It’s the female equivalent of a rampaging hard-on. But that was what I was experiencing. Deep in my mind something said Oh-oh. But my little lizard brain was raving Bite her! Catch her! Eat her up! FUCK her! My nipples were hard under my jacket, and I think anyone three feet away could have smelt my arousal.

…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..

Archive-title: Jenny

I had always liked Jenny, though I didn’t know her well personally. We

worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different

perspective on the world that most other people on ‘normal’ shifts. We’re often

driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home

because nothing’s open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody

else is alive and awake. It’s a very lonely life most of the time.

Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year

ago, and because of her hours, she hadn’t had so much as one date in all that

time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were

plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn’t seem

interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5

foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously

and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than

once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an

appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask

her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she’d turn me down and

rejection was something I didn’t really care for.

I don’t know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had

gotten roped into putting in a ‘little overtime’. If you consider 10 hours

‘little’. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there

was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the

conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked

for in a guy.

“Well,” she said musingly, “looks aren’t all that important, I guess. A good

personality is more important.” She was silent for a moment, thinking. “Right

now what I would like to find most is somebody who’s good in bed. After a year

of nothing I’m getting kind of, well, itchy.”

My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up

to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, “How do

you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?”

She chuckled. “I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but

great fringe benefits.”

“Those benefits look pretty good to me.” I said, still standing behind her

and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense.

Anticipatory, perhaps. “But seriously, that’s what you’re looking for? Not just

any old guy who can get it up?”

“Uh uh.” She said softly, almost dreamily. “It would be tempting, but hell,

if the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing, it just isn’t really worthwhile. Not

for me, anyway. For him it’s probably great.”

The it was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that.

They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are

different, ya know.”

“Oh, really?” she said, still seemingly in a trance.

“Sure.” I said. I put the cup down. “For some of us half the fun is in

making the other person feel good.” I placed my hands on her shoulders, though

…End of the part1. To be continued..

by Sean Devon

I awoke to music, talk and laughter
Fuzzy toward the toilet and relief
My parent’s late party smoldered on below
Old friends, new gossip, old jokes
Returning now, our guest room door agar
What’s there…peeking…who’s there?

By night light and moon, soft blonde curls abed
But who…Mrs. Taylor…Ann…a beauty
My favorite parent’s friend…warm…funny…and more
When she asked, she seemed to want to know
Her sleeping drew me closer…and excited

On the chair her clothes…a sparkling gown
Lace brassiere…and, mmm…her perfume
Dark stockings and high-heeled shoes…red
I lift a shoe and smell her…mixed with leather
It is still warm, it rubs my face

There…underneath…some dark lace
Hoping…carefully pulling…oh, yes it is!
My heart beats as I turn this garment right
I lightly touch the silk and cotton center band
Still moist…so recent at her core, I shiver

This perfume more powered than her spray
Her pungent musk so drew me close
My knees weak, I rubbed it with my face
Awake below in my PJs, I rubbed there too
On that cloth, a small drop of mine mixed with hers

A quiet moan started me!…but Ann still slept
I watched the sheet’s soft rise and fall
Touch? Could I touch her? She drew me in
Closer…her breathing…fluttering lashes
My hand shaking…but proceeding

Like a butterfly I landed on a hill
Her breathing pushed my fingertips
I looked her face for signs, then landed more
Under cotton she gave way beneath my touch
So soft, I danced across this mound

See? Could I see these? She drew me in
I eased the sheet so slow across her
Almost done…she moved…and made a sound
I froze…then…all calm, pulled again…and then
Marvelous proud puddings stood in the night

I know now, the sheet had done its work
Like little berries atop dessert, they stood
Between my fingers they were soft…but firm
Rolling…she gently twists and moans soft
Squeezing…she sucks a breath…and rises up

Brazen now, I pull each up to teepees
My Ann makes her lips to whistle
But only sucks a breath…and moans light
I suck one in…and tongue.
But now she serious moans …and rolls!

Quick, I jump! She rolls…and back
She’s again same, but soft legs apart
Can I see more? She draws me in.
I slide the sheet down her tummy…rise and fall
Her hips flair wide…and, oh…soft hair

I make through her silky tuft…and again
A closer look between…thick lips…and warm musk
In these lips, two more…and wet…and, oh!
So soft! Oh, like liquid silk…mmmm
She sweet moans…and moves…against

I slide in…and more…and deep
So soft…and out…then deep again
She hums low now and rolls her hips
Another? Can I use another? She draws me in
My second finger rubs a little nub…she jumps

I rub again…and she again…and moans
I squeeze my new friend and her lip bites
Taste? Can I taste her? She draws me in
Up my finger full with juice and
Taste her toxic lust and…need more

Sheet away. Careful as a panther now,
I crawl ‘tween milky thighs
My Ann, sleeping still, lifts a leg…slowly
I move very in…in close
Her thick vapors make me swoon

I gently tongue a lip…and hear a moan
Deeper now…and there’s my friend
So hard and soft…I feel Ann quake
I flick again…and now she moves…
To give me more…and more

I cup soft cheeks of this warm chalice
And lift it, more to drink…and deep
Tasting lust, I go for more…and more
Her molten lips caress my face
And soft hairs tease my nose

Sleepy fingers in my hair. Oh,
She’s now a ship on rising waves
Each roll portends a storm
I can’t be in her far enough
Nor drink her nectar dry

I am now deaf!…in velvet vise!
Sweet Ann’s is turned to iron!
My hair is coming out by roots
My breath’s no longer mine
I struggle to escape, but love just where I am

My gasps are buried deep in her
And hers I cannot hear
As stars appear, my root expels…
Its warm and sticky seed, and now…
Just in time, I am at both ends released!

I gasped and breathed a ragged tune
Sweet Ann, she sang the same
I held her tight and one last time
Did wash in her sweet broth
Then, tenderly, away

Breakfast already on below
Bacon scent and voices came
I heard her voice…warm…luxurious
Hands over my face…she was still there
Wanting to go…and not, I dressed

“Sean, be a dear and take the trash.”
“Yes, Mom.” Then, I dared to look
She smiled at me, “Morning, Sean”
Nervous, “Morning, Ms. Taylor.”
I grabbed the trash and fled

I did the trash, and through a window
“Ann, how do you do it? You look…well…”
“What, Marian?” “Well…almost radiant!”
“Well, thanks! I did turn in early, you know.”
“Well, that must have been it” “Oh, it was Marian. It was!”

I could feel her smiling
I smiled for years

Now you are standing at his door, looking for the bell. It is a
large steel sliding door on the upper floor of an old warehouse
downtown. Clearly, David’s studio is in a loft. You finally just knock
on the door. A moment later, the door slides open and light from the
hall spills across a hardwood floor. The studio is dimly lit and you
can’t see anyone there.
“Hold on, let me get the lights,” you hear a voice say.
Suddenly, bright overhead lights come on, exposing the entire loft. You
walk in and look around. David is standing there, smiling.
“You must be Trish,” he says.
“Uh, yeah. You must be David,” you reply, slightly uncomfortable.
David is about six feet tall, a good eight inches taller than
you. He has short black curly hair and a young but weatherbeaten face
that has crinkles at the eyes and mouth. You can tell that he laughs a
lot. He has a well toned and muscled body; you can see his wide chest
straining at the black commando’s sweater he’s wearing. He has on a
baggy pair of black fatigue trousers. His bare feet even look strong;
his toes grip the floor as he walks.
The loft studio is much nicer than you expected, given the looks
of the building outside. The front of the loft is obviously David’s
apartment. The kitchen is set aside from the rest of the room by a
wrap-around countertop. It sits to the right of the door. The door
itself is halfway between the front and back walls. The furniture is
comfortable and modern. There is a long couch that surrounds a coffee
table in front of a fireplace. The entire front wall is glass, looking
out over the city. On the far wall is a raised platform with steps
leading up to it. On top of the platform, which sits six feet high,
is a waterbed. Off to one side of the platform is a bathroom. Oddly,
there are no walls around it. It’s shielded from the front windows by
the bed platform, but it is open to the rest of the apartment. There’s
a sink, cabinet, mirror, commode and an old iron free-standing bathtub.
The walls are brick, from the floor to eight feet up. Then the
walls are white up to the 15 foot ceiling. The ceiling is white too,
and track lights reflect off of it to fill the room with a soft glow.
“Tea?” David is standing in the kitchen holding a pot.
“Please,” you respond, walking along the brick walls, looking at
the pictures hanging there. Many are covers from famous magazines.
Many others are pictures of nature scenes. Sprinkled among them are
pictures of women in seductive poses, or wearing suggestive clothing.
David sets your tea down on the table and invites you to have a
seat. He walks to the wall and turns a dimmer switch, dimming the
lights to a dull glow. “There’s a storm coming; I want to watch it.”
You look out the window and see flashes of lightning. David
retreives his own tea from the kitchen and sits sideways on the couch,
facing you.
“Tell me about yourself,” he asks quietly.
You tell him about your school and your hobbies. He has a lot
to talk about; seemingly, he has an interest in everything. You talk
about accounting and running. You talk about swimming and skydiving.
You watch the storm. David has a quick smile and a gentle laugh and
after a couple of hours you feel very comfortable with him. He keeps
you teacup filled.
“You have neat pictures,” you say after talking for a few hours.
David smiles a thanks. “Let’s go take some pictures.” He
stands up and offers you his hand.
You take his hand and stand up. David leads you by the hand
back into the dark back half of the loft. He reaches out and turns a
switch someplace and a few lights come on. There are strobes with
reflectors lined up neatly along the wall. There is black shag carpet
on part of the floor and white on another. David leads you over to the
black carpet and sits you down in the middle.
You watch as David turns to a control panel on the wall. The
lights come up further, including some focused on you, and soon you are
at the center of attention. David opens a cabinet and takes out a
camera. He sits down on the floor in front of you and takes a few
pictures. “Good choice of clothes,” he mentions between shots.
You are wearing a white maternity shirt with a bright yellow
maternity jumper over it. You feel the warmth of the lights on you as
David moves around, photographing you from different angles. Every so
often, he reaches out and adjusts your position, moving a hand here or
adjusting the angle of your head there. He sets you so your one leg is
drawn up with the other crossed under it. He places your hands on your
knee and rests your chin on your hands. Oddly, your heart beats harder
as he moves your body around and you find yourself admiring the fluid
grace with which David moves.
David takes a few more pics in that pose and has you lean back
on your hands. Your breath catches in your throat as he unbuttons one
shoulder strap on your jumper and re-adjusts it so the front left corner
is hanging down, showing the swollen curves of your enlarged breast
through the shirt. David leans back and takes a few more pictures. He
pauses and sets the camera down on the carpet. He slides over next to
you and puts his hand on your raised knee and squeezes it.
“Are you doing ok,” he asks.
Your heart is pounding and you can’t seem to catch your breath.
You feel beads of sweat break out across your stomach and legs. You
realize that his touch and his closeness have aroused you considerably;
you can feel your damp cotton lace panties rubbing against your thigh.
You manage a breathy yes.
David smiles. “Good.” Never breaking eye contact with you,
…End of the part1. 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..

“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..

She continued to run G ’s clit as she slowly worked herself down on her knees
and began to suck and run her tongue across the sensitive love bud that G
supported in that slit. G was moaning and J began to taste the love juices
dripping from the cunt she was licking. Although she had licked G before,
this was the first time that she had done it alone with G and she had not
been all hot and bothered before she started. She found this a little
disconcerting since she had never considered herself as a “bi” prior to this
episode. Now that she was with G , she wondered if she really was what people
considered “bi.” She sucked on G ’s clit and began to finger fuck the cunt
that she was licking. G had raised her leg and set her foot on the tub rim
so J could have better access to her pussy. J ’s tongue proved to be as
skilled as her lips. She had G writhing within a few minutes and with her
stomach knotted up, hips thrusting she came. J continued to pump her fingers
in and out of G ’s pussy as she came. J ’s lips and tongue sucked and flicked
the sensitive clit until G was wringing wet with sweat. She came three times
in less than two minutes. She had never done that before but found herself
loving the attention that J was giving her. She took J ’s head in her hands
and drew her face to her waiting lips. They kissed long and hard. Their
tongues ran around each other’s mouth, G tasting the her own love juices from
J ’s lips and mouth. J noted that G ’s tits had become hard and were pushing
hard against her own. This caused a twinge of excitement to push her nipples
into the hard tits that were pressing against hers. “I don’t know what is
going on her,” J breathed into G ’s ear, but this is almost as good as
getting fucked by some man with a hard cock.” G grunted in agreement as her
hand found J ’s clit. J practically jumped off the tub floor as a flame of
passion swept from her toes to her throat. She groaned loudly as she mashed
her lips to G ’s. She felt G ’s fingers invade her cunt and she exploded in a
climax as her juices ran down her leg. “Oh God,” she moaned as she bucked
against G ’s fingers moving in an out of her pussy. “I don’t know if I will
ever be the same after this week.” “Me either,” said G as the two women
clung to each other regaining the strength to finish this shower.

They rinsed one another off and stepped from the tub, turning off the water.
They began to dry themselves. “Why have we been able to just turn ourselves
into practically nymphomaniacs during this week?” asked J . “I don’t know,”
said G . “This is the most sex I have had in months. I know these breasts
attract men like flies, but I mostly just turn them away. Sometimes I like to
tease men with them – I wear some low cut outfit with no bra underneath and
watch men’s eyes jump out of their heads. Men are so stupid sometimes.” “I
know, I wish I had a set like that. People look at me and think I don’t have
a tit one. It used to really bother me but I finally quit trying to grow
bigger and just accepted the fact. P is the first person I know of that
hasn’t said a word about them. He just seems to accept me the way I am.” J
replied. “Yeah, he never has really gawked at me either. I tried to get his
attention several times but he was always pleasant without really making me
feel like he wanted to squeeze my tits. Matter of fact, since we have been
making love this week, I’m not sure that he has paid them any attention.
That’s kind of unique. Most of the men I have made love with – and that’s not
many by the way – have tried to squeeze the damn things off my chest. P ’s
pretty unusual.” G smiled. “Yeah, I know,” J said with a far away look in
her eyes. “He is the first man I have ever had an extramarital affair with.
He never pushed me. He just looked into my eyes one day in a meeting and I
knew he knew he could have me. We had casual touches and he flirted with me
over the phone until I practically ran over him trying to get him to make love
to me.” “Well, I’ve tried to get his attention several times to no avail.”
said G . “Had it not been for the other night at the restuarant, I probably
still would be trying. He’s nice, I like him. And he is pretty intelligent
too. Whenever he says something, I find myself listening. He is a bit
critical at times and I think he should keep his mouth shut once in a while.
He does have good points most of the time but people have to be careful about
what they say in this outfit. Criticism is not high on the list of the things
that one should be doing. It sounds like there is more to your relationship
than just sex and friendship though?”

“Well, I don’t know,” said J as she put on her bra and began stepping into
her panties. “Maybe its just infatuation, but God, there is sure something
there. I just want to grab him and put him somewhere where no one else will
find him. When he makes love to me, I go completely beserk. He takes me over
heights that I have never been to before. When he gets me going, there is
nothing I wouldn’t do. I bet if he got me all heated up, I would fuck every
man at this convention if he wanted me to. I just can’t explain the way I
feel about him.” “Well, I have to admit, he is one hell of a lover. He sure
doesn’t have a big cock so we can’t blame it on that. He just says and does
all the right things and just about breaks you in two with a climax. You,
…End of the part7. 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..

“Hey babe, want to dance?” he asked, in a melancholy voice.

“Sure, why not?” she said.

So they began to dance. She wasn’t a great dancer. She just
kind of kept shaking her arms and legs the same way, over and
over again. After a while, he felt the way you feel after you’ve
seen the same commercial too many times, that feeling of “Oh, I
know what is going to happen next, but my brain is too dead to
care.” Ho hum, he thought. But he knew that you had to dance at
least three dances with a woman before you could seduce her, so
he tolerated it.

The second dance was even more boring than the first. The music
switched from rock to reggae, but her dancing hardly changed at
all. He started counting beer cups in people hands, while he
danced, just for something to do. He had counted 112 by the time
the dance ended. “Great, only one more dance to go, he thought.”

The next dance was a slow dance. A lot of parties never put on
slow dances, but this one did, and Jack was very happy, because
he didn’t think he could take a third fast dance with her monoto-
nous rhythm.

He looked at her, when the slow music started, wondering if she
was ready for slow dancing. She had that same look in her eyes
that he had seen hundreds of times before, that look that says
“Go ahead, put your arms around me and start dancing. Have I got
something better to do?” So he did. And her rhythm was defi-
nitely different this time, finally. Now, she basically just
stood there, kind of wobbling back and forth a little. And now
he realized how much he hated slow songs, because they just went
on, and on. It was a slow love song, just like so many love
songs he had heard before. This one was worse than many, howev-
er, because it was one of the ones that was currently getting too
much play on the radio.

Finally, the song ended, and, holding her hand, he led her off
the dance floor. He tried to think of a clever line, but then
decided he didn’t need one. “Hey, what’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m Jill,” she said.

“Yah, and I’m Jack.” They would have laughed, but both of them
had heard so many Jack and Jill jokes in their lives, that nei-
ther even found this real life coincidence at all funny.

‘So, I bet now he’s going to ask me to go for a walk with him.
Why do guys always use the same lines?’ she thought to herself.

“So, Jill, want to go for a walk? It’s a beautiful evening.”

‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least a walk will be more fun than this
party. I wonder why all parties seem alike? The only thing
which wasn’t totally average about this party was the slow dance,
and I don’t even like to slow dance.’ “Sure,” she said, “where
are we going to walk to? Your place, I suppose, right?” She’d
been asked on too many walks not to already know the destination.

“Yah,” he said.

Now that she was pretty sure he wanted to seduce her, she decided
to appraise him. 5′ 9″, brown hair, brown eyes, not particularly
athletic or well dressed; but no body odor, no zits, and his hair
was combed. She would take what she could get. “Let’s go.”

The walk to Jack’s place was too long. The party had been at one
of the river houses, but both Jack and Jill lived in the Quad,
away from the main campus. They had gone up to the river houses
because, as usual, the quad was dead that weekend: only one
party, and it was lame. They walked up Garden Street, back to
Currier House. It was a walk both of them took every day, at
least twice a day, and both of them found it pretty wearying by
now. They went through the standard conversation about majors,
year of graduation, etc. but neither was really paying atten-
tion; they had asked and answered the questions so many times
before.

When they got back to Jack’s room, Jill was not very impressed.
Currier was one of the newer, more modern dormitories, and all of
the rooms were pretty similar. Jack had not done much to distin-
guish his.

“So,” Jill said, “how do you usually seduce women?” She was
feeling very direct.

“Usually, I try something with backrubs, but the last ten women
I’ve seduced, I’ve given backrubs, and I’m tired of it What do
guys usually try on you?”

“They usually ask me if I want a backrub,” she said.

There was what would have been an awkward pause, if either of
them had really cared. Jack tried to think of something more
interesting than a back rub He considered nude twister, but
wasn’t quite sure how someone would go about playing that exact-
ly, without a third person to spin the spinner. He thought about
getting out his copy of the 5000 question purity test, but found
himself falling asleep at just the thought.

Finally, he said “Want a back rub?”

“Sure,” she said, lying down on his bed.

Slowly, he massaged her back, through her shirt. After about ten
minutes, her shirt started to ride up, intentionally, and he
began to actually massage her skin directly. Eventually, he
began massaging around her bra strap, and then clumsily unsnapped
it.

‘Thank God,’ she thought. It was taking forever. He gave an
average backrub, but she had never really been into back rubs
anyway. Eventually, his hands went lower and lower, and he was
touching the sides of her breasts, and then the front, and then
the nipples. ‘Pretty predictable,’ she thought.

Finally, she turned over, and they began kissing, and undressing.
She had a mediocre body, too much flab, but so did he. Neither
of them became particularly passionate, but both found the caressing vaguely enjoyable.

Slowly, his hand worked its way down to her vagina, and it was,
of course, slightly moist. He fingered her and sucked her tits
for a few minutes. Then, foreplay out of the way, he put on a
condom, and they had sex in the missionary position. He wasn’t
very good, not giving enough clitoral stimulation. She decided
to just lie back, and think of England. She had never been
there, so there wasn’t very much to think about, but it was more
interesting than the half hearted attempts of Jack, lying on top
of her. Eventually, Jack sped up his pumping. Faster and fast-
er. ‘Great,’ she thought, ‘he’s almost finished.’ When he came,
spurting into the condom for a few seconds, she faked her orgasm.
He wasn’t fooled by her faking, but he didn’t really care.

If you withdraw completely
and then strike her violently to the womb,
it is “Nirghata” (the Buffet).
Continuous pressure on one side of her yoni
is “Varahaghata” (the Boar’s Blow).

If you thrust wildly in every direction,
like a bull tossing its horns,
it is “Vrishaghata” (the Bull’s Blow).
Quivering in her yoni is “Chatakavilasa” (Sparrow Sport),
which usually heralds orgasm.

The involuntary shuddering of orgasm
is called “Samputa” (the Jewel Case).
But no two women make love quite the same way,
so orchestrate your rhythms
to the moods and colors of each lover’s “raga” (emotions).

If long lovemaking exhausts you
before your lover has reached her orgasm,
you should allow her
to roll you over your back
and sit astride you, taking initiative.

If the posture gives her deep pleasure,
or you enjoy its novelty,
she may transpose into it as a matter of course,
taking great care, however,
not to expel the linga from the temple of love.

Consider: she climbs upon you,
the flowers dropping from her tousled hair,
her giggles turning to gasps;
every time she bends to kiss your lips
her nipples pierce your chest.

As her hips begin to churn,
her head, flung back, bobs ever faster;
she scratches, pummels you with small fists,
fastens her teeth in your neck,
doing unto you what you’ve often done unto her.

When she takes the man’s role,
your lady has the choice
of three famous lovemaking techniques:
“Samdamsha (the Tongs),
“Bhramara” (the Bee) and “Prenkholita” (the Swing).

If she uses the Mare’s Trick,
gripping your penis with her yoni’s vice,
squeezing and stroking it,
holding it inside her for a hundred heart-beats,
it is known as “Samdamsha” (the Tongs).

If, drawing up her feet,
she revolves her hips so that your penis
circles deep within her yoni,
you arching your body to help her,
it is “Bhramara” (the Bee).

If she now swings her hips
in wide circles and makes figures-of-eight,
swaying upon your body
as though she were riding on a seesaw,
it is “Prenkholita” (the Swing).

When her passion has ebbed,
she should rest, bending forward to lay
her forehead upon yours
without disturbing your yoked bodies:
it won’t be long before desire stirs again.

Catching your penis, the lady
with dark eyes like upturned lotus petals
guides it into her yoni,
clings to you and shakes her buttocks:
this is “Charunarikshita” (Lovely Lady in Control).

…End of the part7. To be continued..

Archive-title: Jenny

I had always liked Jenny, though I didn’t know her well personally. We

worked together on the night shift. Us night-timers have a slightly different

perspective on the world that most other people on ‘normal’ shifts. We’re often

driving on streets devoid of life at 3AM, and spend a lot of time at home

because nothing’s open. And then we sleep through the morning, when everybody

else is alive and awake. It’s a very lonely life most of the time.

Jenny suffered from this as much as I. She had come to town almost a year

ago, and because of her hours, she hadn’t had so much as one date in all that

time. Often she would grumble about the lack of a social/sex life. There were

plenty of guys on the night shift, but for some reason she didn’t seem

interested. More than a few of them were interested, though. She stood about 5

foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously

and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than

once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an

appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask

her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she’d turn me down and

rejection was something I didn’t really care for.

I don’t know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had

gotten roped into putting in a ‘little overtime’. If you consider 10 hours

‘little’. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there

was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the

conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked

for in a guy.

“Well,” she said musingly, “looks aren’t all that important, I guess. A good

personality is more important.” She was silent for a moment, thinking. “Right

now what I would like to find most is somebody who’s good in bed. After a year

of nothing I’m getting kind of, well, itchy.”

My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up

to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, “How do

you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?”

She chuckled. “I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but

great fringe benefits.”

“Those benefits look pretty good to me.” I said, still standing behind her

and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense.

Anticipatory, perhaps. “But seriously, that’s what you’re looking for? Not just

any old guy who can get it up?”

“Uh uh.” She said softly, almost dreamily. “It would be tempting, but hell,

if the guy doesn’t know what he’s doing, it just isn’t really worthwhile. Not

for me, anyway. For him it’s probably great.”

The it was my turn to laugh. “Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that.

They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are

different, ya know.”

“Oh, really?” she said, still seemingly in a trance.

“Sure.” I said. I put the cup down. “For some of us half the fun is in

making the other person feel good.” I placed my hands on her shoulders, though

…End of the part1. To be continued..

Deb looked classy — I liked her tightly creased pants and high
heels. Her short, light brown hair had blond highlights and
swept over the top of her head. She wore dark glasses that
framed her piercing brown eyes. Her lips were shiny with
lipstick and when I saw the stain on her beer glass I thought
about what it would be like to have a similar stain around my
cock. Her small mouth seemed barely big enough to fit around my
generous member — but I wanted the chance to see.

She was keeping up with me in beers and since I was starting to
feel pretty good, I knew that she had to be as well. We talked
about dope. “I haven’t been stoned in years,” she said. I
invited her out to my Jeep for a smoke and she agreed.

We tuned up and talked. “God, I’m horny,” she blurted. No need
to tell me twice — I leaned over and kissed her. We sat kissing
for several minutes, then she rested her hand on the inside of my
thigh. My hardening cock was only a couple inches away. She
moved her hand up and rest it gently on my dick. It wasted no
time in getting hard as rock; “you’re hung like a horse!” Deb
exclaimed as she ran her hand over my masterpiece. “Take a
look”, I offered as I unzipped my pants and pulled them to my
knees. My rockhard shaft bounced free and pointed straight up.

Deb bent over and put the head of my cock into her small mouth.
I could see her cheeks expand as she worked more of the shaft in.
She lathered up the head with her spit and went to work on me. I
leaned back and relaxed, watching Deb’s head bob and parry on my
engorged penis. My orgasm came quickly under her expert suck;
“I’m cuming!” I groaned. She moaned something and put in the
little extra effort necessary to bring me off. My hips thrust
forward as I popped into Deb’s mouth. She continued her up and
down motions as my balls burst forth their nectar deep into her
mouth. When she withdrew my cock, its shaft was gooey with my
spunk.
—

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!

–

she exited the bedroom.

“Will you tell me ?” Jim sheepishly asked.

Anna looked at her husband. Her disgust covered her pretty face. She brushed

her long red hair from her face. “No…….” she sternly answered.

Mrs. Anna Belvoir felt each set of eyes in the office turn as she made her way to

the outer office of Mr. Jerome Bettis. Everyone in the office had admired her

beauty from afar. Today; with her new outfit; everyone could admire the

beautiful white wife as she slowly made her way to her “new” desk; directly

outside the door of the second largest office in the law firm.

Shortly the intercom beeped. “In my office, NOW,” was the simple command.

Anna rose with every eye in the office on her. She gently opened the large oak

door and entered. She carefully shut the door and stood before the large cherry

desk of her new “boss”.

Jerome was sitting behind his desk and had Anna’s purse open. He emptied the

contents on the smooth surface. Her package of birth control pills caught his eye

and he played with them between his fingers. He then slowly…and one by one

punched the little white tablets from their designated slots. Once the thirty

pills were removed he swept them all into the waste basket.

He then looked up at the pretty white wife and finally spoke, “You won’t need

these from now on. It will put a little excitement in our relationship.

And………you don’t fuck your little white boy husband without my permission.

Do you understand ?”

Anna showed no emotion as she answered her new superior, “I understand Mr.

Bettis.”

Jerome then let the pretty wife stand before him several minutes before he looked

up again. His face was expressionless. He reached for a ruler and walked

around his desk to where Anna was standing silently. He placed the ruler at the

top of the Anna’s dimpled knee. Looking up he merely stated, “Three and one half

inches.”

With his dark forbidding eyes staring into Anna’s frightened face he asked his

next question, “What length of skirt did I order you to wear Mrs. Belvoir ?”

Her voice started to tremble…”Four inches Mr. Bettis.”

Jerome sat down in one of the luxurious leather chairs. He pointed with his

finger to a thin branch in the corner of his office. “Bring the willow branch to

me,” her sternly ordered.

Anna stood still for a moment contemplating her rapidly spiraling predicament.

…End of the part7. To be continued..

masculine body. But…….he felt her tongue probe deeper and deeper in his

mouth. He felt her delicate tongue duel with his own……..and he felt her

pulsating womanhood rub against his hard manhood. He played with the distraught

wife……until he was bored.

Pushing her away he finally mocked her once more, “Displease me Mrs. Belvoir and

I will spank that Lilly white ass of yours until you won’t be able to sit down

for a week. Understand ?”

With her ragged emotions running rampid she meekly answered, “Yes Mr. Bettis. I

won’t disappoint you…”

She then turned once again and opened the large oak door to the temporary freedom

and safety of the outer office. Mr. Jerome Bettis, Esquire, looked at the

beautiful red haired wife scurry from his office. He thought to himself that

within the week he would bury his long black cock deep into the pretty woman

running from his domination. Tomorrow would be the test. If the white wife

showed up at his office dressed as he ordered she would be his. If she resisted

she would have to be broken like a defiant mare……… And like a defiant mare

Jerome Bettis had the donkey dick to subdue the beautiful white wife.

Anna scurried from the office. Never in her twenty four years was she treated in

such a disparaging way. She cursed her new boss; she cursed her old boss; she

cursed her untenable situation. She thought of her parents; of her childhood old

Southern mansion. She finally after hours of soul searching resigned herself to

her subservience to her new Black Master. There was only one solution……. no

matter how degrading that submission.

Since she had the balance of the day off she used the valuable time to search the

more exclusive stores in downtown Memphis. She felt embarrassed as she tried on

the slinky lingerie. The sales staff of the exclusive stores were more than

happy to assist the platinum carrying red head. They smiled when the

conservatively dressed professional woman kept seeking the more risqué’ dresses;

skirts and upper scale outfits.

Feeling exhausted after her all day shopping excursion the pretty white wife

hurried home. She sat on her long white sofa and tried to comprehend the rapid

changes occurring in her life.

After several hours her always tired husband Jim finally drug himself home. He

tried to understand the odd mood that his wife was in…but….. there was

something that didn’t seem right.

Finally……. Anna scooted next to her husband on the long white sofa. “Jim,

today a black attorney was made a full partner at the firm. I was assigned to

work as his assistant in the Greater Louisiana Oil Company lawsuit…” Anna let

the simple statements soak in.

…End of the part5. To be continued..

and sticking out at a ninety degree angle.

Anna spreads her long legs even more. She prys her sex apart and mocking him

again asks her husband, “Do you like my pink pussy Jim. HE liked my

pussy…..Don’t you want to suck my pussy ? Suck my pussy and I will tell

you….. You want to hear about it don’t you ? DON’T YOU ?”

Jim, unsure of his emotions finally got up off the bed and walked from the

bedroom with his wife’s panties still in his hands.

His wife laughed as he departed their bedroom. She let her index finger tease

her clit….. She then put on a fresh pair of panties and slipped on a tight

pair of jeans. Since her breasts still felt sensitive she decided to forego a

bra. Putting on a white cotton shirt she buttoned the front and slipped on a

pair of tennis shoes.

She re-entered the kitchen and busied herself with the preparation of supper.

Jim informed her that their eighteen year old daughter Alicia had called and

would not be home for supper. The menu was simple; broccoli cheese soup and

salad. The man and wife had just sit down to supper when the door chime rang.

Agitated, Jim got up and walked to the door. He opened the door without seeing

who was on the other side. It would be only his first mistake of this

evening……….

Jerome Bettis brusquely walked by the startled husband. He walked into the

kitchen and stood smiling at his startled assistant. Anna merely looked at the

unwelcome intruder… She could not speak. Her husband walked up behind the

muscular black man and asked him a simple question, “May I ask who you are ?”

Smiling Jerome turned to the befuddled husband. “Maybe your wife would like to

tell you who I am,” he stated.

Anna had dropped her gaze into the hot soup in front of her. She now looked up

and seen the puzzlement in her husband’s dumb founded face. “This is my new boss

Jim,” she softly said.

Her husband’s dull facial expression turned to one of apprehension.

Jerome turned to Anna’s husband and smugly asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me

to supper Mr. Belvoir ?”

Jim, somewhat befuddled simply stated, “Why of course….”

Mr. Jim Belvoir and his wife Anna were very anxious as the muscular black man sit

down at their table.

“Has Anna told you about me yet Mr. Belvoir ?” asked Jerome.

…End of the part17. 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..

set of black fingers tighten on the elastic at the top of her panties. She

closed her eyes again as she felt the white lace being pulled ever so slowly over

her tight butt cheeks.

Jerome leaned close and with his lips only inches from her right ear softly

asked, “Have you ever felt a black cock.. A cock from a real man ?”

The alcohol fogged mind was confused. The panties continued to be slowly pulled

from her hips. The sensitive nipples were being twisted between fingers and

thumb……

“Take my cock out Anna….” Jerome whispered.

Anna tried to reason. She could not comprehend her current plight. She felt

her hands drop to her side and then reach slightly forward. At the first contact

she could not comprehend the length of the hard pipe that her fingers tried to

encircle. “This could not be a man’s penis,” her mind tried to reason.

She stretched her fingers trying to gain the leverage to encircle the huge

menacing organ. She could not imagine that a man could have such an appendage.

Her mind flashed back to the previous night and her husband’s pitiful manhood

that emptied itself inside his pants.

Anna released the hard throbbing organ and searched for Jerome’s belt and zipper.

She pulled on the buckle of the belt and at the same moment felt her panties

drop from her knees to the carpeted floor. Frantically she pulled the belt back

and felt the prong slip from the little hole. She then found the zipper at the

instant the tip of the second black man’s finger tip pushed up into her steaming

lips. “Oh MY GODDDD,” she screamed.

She struggled with the zipper but was able at long last to pull it down. As the

metal slipped down she felt the hot flesh of Jerome’s black manhood flop against

the back of her delicate hand. Turning her hand over she seemed to weigh the ten

inch steel bar. She could not encircle the black flesh with her delicate hands.

Her mind drifted back and forth from her alcoholic stupor and tried to imagine

how massive was her Superior’s manhood.

Anna kept her eyes closed. She was afraid she would pass out if she opened them.

The one black intruding digit was joined by a second one. It sawed into her

tender flesh as she tried to escape the invasion by standing on her tip toes.

“Spread yourself for me,” ordered the seated black client.

Anna could not resist any longer. She spread her long tapered legs….the only

limitation was the white lace panties binding her ankles. The black fingers

sawed in and out of Anna’s over flowing pussy. As the fingers spread her tender

lips she grabbed the hard black cock in her hand and gripped the organ as hard as

she could. Absently she started milking the long black organ in the same rhythm

as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole.

…End of the part12. To be continued..

put the glass in her hand and gave her his simple command, “Finish your drink..”

Anna needed both of her trembling hands to grasp the glass. Closing her eyes she

brought the glass to her lips. Just as the rim of the glass touched her lips she

felt the tips of the menacing fingers touch the leg openings of her white lace

panties. “Oh God No…..” escaped from her lips.

Anna heard the squeals of delight as the seated black continued to caress her

upper thighs.

Anna continued to firmly grasp the glass containing the mind numbing lubricant.

She sucked down another large swig of the brown fluid.

“I asked if you liked a black man’s hand on your legs Anna ?” Jerome asked again.

Through her tear stained eyes Anna shook her head from side to side but could not

speak.

Jerome rose from his chair. He walked around to the front of his desk and stood

facing his sobbing assistant. He pried the empty whiskey glass from her hands

and put it on the desk. Standing in front of Anna he let the back of his hands

softly caress the outside of her white satin blouse. He smiled….. her nipples

were hard.

Her lips trembled as Anna tried to form words to alleviate her terrifying

predicament. She envisioned herself standing between two muscular black men as

they fondled and groped her virgin white body. She had always loathed black men

yet………………the probing black fingers were coated with her dew. The

fingers found the red welts of her punishment and gently scraped the red flesh.

The gentle touch against the hot welt brought another gasp of pleasure from the

tormented wife. Her nipples were painfully hard as her black superior was

casually rubbing the back of his hands against the sensitive orbs of pleasure.

Anna felt the first button being pushed through the small opening. She lowered

her face and looked at the strong black hands as they carefully unbuttoned the

second……and the third…… and the fourth buttons. The stark contrast of

the black fingers as they manipulated the white pearl buttons on the background

of the white satin material of her blouse. The absolute contrast between the

black skin and her pure body made her tight hole excrete more feminine moisture

into the gently caressing black fingers hidden beneath her skirt.

Jerome gently pulled the tails of her blouse from her skirt. Anna tightened her

smooth stomach allowing the soft cloth to be extracted. Once the blouse was free

she felt Jerome’s strong hands cup her breasts. The half bra pushed up the

underside of her slightly drooping flesh; and when the front hook was dislodged

the 36C flesh fell forward into Jeromes waiting hands. His finger and thumb

squeezed the hard nipples and brought another grasp from her lips.

…End of the part11. To be continued..

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..

mover. That’s what confused me. I lost control on several levels. I wasn’t

playing his body, rubbing against him, teasing him, he was playing me like a

saxophone, or at this stage, maybe like a piano. On the other hand, it felt

pretty good. He didn’t really spank me especially hard and he did a very good

job of teasing me enough so that I desperately wanted him to let me come. He had

me really helpless. I tried to wiggle free, but there was no way I was breaking

away unless he let me up. The man has strong hands. It was also freeing in a

way. I didn’t have to decide when I was going too far or when to do much of

anything. I couldn’t even touch myself to make me come, not the way he was

holding me. He had taken charge and I was just along for the ride. I did feel

fairly silly reaching orgasm as he told me I was a bad little girl. I have to

shake my head when I think about that part. When the orgasm began to subside, I

expected him to let me up and tell me to DO something. Not J! He let me relax

for just a moment, then he began to rub my clit again. I started to squirm. He

had me humping against his fingers and then began playing with me like my pussy

was the remote control for the rest of my body. He slid his fingers into me. He

rubbed just my clit, then took his hand away and spanked my bottom, then with no

warning penetrated me again with his thumb, sometimes just doing that, others

rubbing my clit as well. He kept varying it. He’d suddenly increase the

stimulation and then stop and go onto something else. I don’t know how many

times he made me come. 4 or 5, I guess. He played with my bottom, my slit, my

pussy, my clit, and even slid his thumb into my bottom. OK, yes, I loved it.

After a while he let me relax. He sort of slipped out from under me, leaving me

laying on the couch, my chest and arms on the couch but kind of kneeling on the

floor at the same time. I think that the rest was more a question of getting my

bearings than it was of needing rest physically. If I’d been less taken aback,

I’d probably have preferred it go on. J came back and knelt beside me and handed

me a glass of water with ice in it. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I’d become. I

drank about half of it in a single extended glug. He let me put the glass down

and then caught my eye. “Let me explain my rules for the weekend. There are only

three. I’ll go whenever you tell me that’s what you want. That’s rule one. Rule

two is I am in total charge as long as I’m here. Rule three is once we begin

something we will finnish it. “Do you understand these rules?” I nodded at him.

This was going to be more of a head trip than I’d originally thought. I took

another drink of water. Without speaking he took the glass from me and set it on

the end table. “Lean back down,” J told me as he pushed my chest gently back onto

the couch. He spread my legs and fondled my whole pussy for a few seconds. I’d

seen his cock was hard, even after going into the kitchen, finding a glass,

getting me a drink and coming back out. He had me thrusting my hips at his hand

after only a few seconds. I could feel his erection brushing against my bottom.

He just kept fondling me. I was starting to do more than just moan. He pushed me

until I started to say things. What? Oh, nothing coherent. “Oh, yes,” or my

favorite, “Arghhh,” that kind of thing. NO, I wasn’t begging at least

not yet. Anyway he suddenly slides into me, practically without stopping what

he’s doing with his hand. In fact, he slides his hand around my hip, gets to my

clit again and keeps rubbing even while he’s in me. He filled me marvelously.

He practically screwed me into the couch. My bottom was making itself known. It

was just tender, but I couldn’t do anything like this without noticing it. He

had me very aroused before he entered me. It was only a minute or two before I

…End of the part7. To be continued..

energetic in bed, but I can’t see him in a Zorro cape. That just isn’t the way

we interact. I see myself, on the other hand, as a kind of sexual Diva. When we

get out of bed, I think there should be applause and a bouquet of roses handed to

me as I bow to the audience. Sex is very enjoyable for me and I like to be

playful. The fact that the Chief is so straight makes it fun to play off of him.

Ok, so I’m taking off J’s clothes. I got his shirt off, and did his shoes and

socks, and then took off his pants and shorts. No he wasn’t packing a gun, and

yes, he was glad to see me. I was very aroused at this point. Without a word

from him, I tossed his pants onto the other end of the couch and took him in my

mouth. I guess in a way I was trying to establish some control over the

situation. I wanted J to lose it a little. I wanted to see him have difficulty

controlling himself while I made him come, right there on the couch in my living

room. What I didn’t understand at that time was how important maintaining control

was to J and how much being in control enhanced his enjoyment. After a few

minutes, just as I was getting to him, he made me stop. I didn’t want to. I

resisted. I hoped to make him come before he could get away. J is a great deal

stronger than he looks. He pulled me away and jerked me over his lap. He held

both of my hands with his left hand, looped a leg over my right leg, that was the

one on the outside, and begins to spank me. He kept it up for, maybe a minute and

a half, long enough that I was no longer in doubt about who was in charge of the

weekend. He didn’t really hurt me, but my bottom was very red and he definitely

had my attention. Thinking back on it now, it is a pretty silly sight. I’m

naked. I’m draped over his lap. My hair is flying up and over my face. My

bottom is sore. I’m horny as hell, and what’s worse, I can feel his erection

poking into my stomach. That drove me crazy. Then after he’s warmed my bottom,

he begins to rub it. He still smacks it from time to time, but now he’s feeling

up my bottom. He lets his hand drift down. Because of the way he’s got my legs

separated with his, I can’t do anything to deny him access to my sex. He starts

touching the outside of it, running his fingers through my pubic hair. He keeps

this up, spanking me, fondling my bottom, teasingly touching my pubic hair, and

then he starts being more invasive. His hand starts to slide up and down my

slit, then going back to give my bottom a couple of whacks. His finger slides

into me, and then he gives me a couple of swats. He rubs my clit and gives me a

light spanking, then his hand is back again. He keeps this up until I’m moaning

and trying to shove my bottom onto his hand. Then he starts to chide me for not

following his directions. I tried to imagine that I was being punished for being

disobedient. I liked that. He was rubbing my clit and bringing me very close

when he really began to lecture me. I came just as he told me that I was “a bad

little girl.” Yes, I’ll admit it, the whole situation had gotten much more weird

than I anticipated. I’d basically expected to have him ravish me, probably on

the floor of the living room the first time. I’d expected to, well kinda,

outlast him. I mean, if he takes me in the living room right away, and then a

few minutes later I go down on him, and he tries to take me again … Js not a 19

year old or anything. I really expected to burn him out and then just kind of be

titilated by being naked around him. I expected to be able to control the

situation by making him come several times and then to tease him to get even for

him winning the bet in the first place. So being draped over his knee, spanked

(ok, I kind of liked that part) made to come with his fingers and being held

helpless (he had very strong hands) while being told I was a bad girl was a bit

…End of the part6. To be continued..

I don’t know how to tell him (or if I should tell him) about the rest. About now

the Chief comes back in with a tray with some coffee cups & cookies on it. He

sets it down turns to me and says, “Unless you still have something to bet, I

expect we’re through.” Luckily I’m still blushing or the flush I could feel would

have given something away. This has definitely gotten out of hand. J, with great

ceremony, returns my shirt, which I put on while we eat our cookies and drink the

coffee. J and The Chief go to the living room. I follow, and sit v-e-r-y

carefully (J only gave back the shirt). After the cookies are gone and J is

making the “I’m on my way out” motions, he stops and asks me what time dinner is

on Friday. “Seven,” I stammer. “That would be wonderful,” he says. He gathers up

his winnings, returns my tights to me, kisses me on the cheek and saying goodbye

to the Chief, leaves. “Well you surely know how to spice up a low stakes card

game.” The Chief tells me as we go up to bed. “You don’t know the half of it!” I

think to myself. Anyway, I didn’t hear from J until Wednesday. He called me

during the day and wanted to know if we were still on for Friday. I could feel

myself redden. I duck my own embarrassment by answering only the question he

asks. I reply that sure, we’re on or something like that. As I sit there

listening to him, I’m breathing faster, becoming anxious, and at the same time,

becoming quite horny. I’ve been putting this out of my mind as if I couldn’t

quite believe that he’d appear or that anything would happen. His voice disturbs

that. While I’m dealing with these emotions, he tells me quietly that I don’t

have to have him come over. Not sure how to react, I heard myself tell him that

it was fine. Taking a deep breath, I tell him that I always pay off my debts.

He said something then. I was sufficiently distracted that I’m not sure of the

exact wording, but he says, “You don’t do this because you lose a bet. If you

want me to come over, it should be because you want me to, not because you have

to.” Well, that messed up my head. I actually hear myself telling him that I

want him to come over. A part of it is that it seems like cheating to just duck

out on my bet. A part of me really wants to know what J would want from a sexual

slave, other than the obvious. I also realize a part of me is anxious to have it

happen. Time seems to hang still. I imagine myself parading around in front of

him with nothing on; I imagine his desire as he watches me; I get horny in

anticipation of the way his gaze will make me feel. I realize on a conscious

level that I want this to happen to me. I realize that I want to have this

experience. He asks me if seven is still good. I told him yes. He then asked me

if I remembered how I was supposed to answer the door. I knew what he meant. I

told him yes. He told me, “O.K. It’s a date,” and said goodbye. I stood there

holding the phone for a long moment.

The Chief went off on his trip. I spent Friday seeing that the house was clean.

I changed the sheets on our bed even though it wasn’t the normal day. At 5 in

the afternoon, I took a long bath with scented bath oil. I did my hair and all

of the other things I’d do before something important. when I was done, I put on

a lose robe and went down stairs. I started dinner about six. My mind spun

between visions of being savagely (well passionately) taken repeatedly on my

living room floor, and a terribly sophisticated dinner during which I just

happened to be nude. I had everything more or less ready at about quarter of

seven. That’s when I took off the robe. I’d been horny all afternoon, horny and

…End of the part4. 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..

“Mmmmpphh, Llaaahhh yee?”

“Keep this up, and … Oh! Yes! There! uh! um, your fucking SOCKS will

smell like my underwear.”

The next few minutes of our conversation does not transliterate into ASCII

worth a pimp’s damn. Suffice it to say that Debbie has both a wonderfully

responsive nervous system, and the longest build-up to orgasm I have ever had

the pleasure to drive. For at least a full minute, I was sure that she would

come the following two seconds. Finally, with a grand shudder, she spread her

legs even wider, pulled my head hard aginst her, and began to writhe in ecstasy

all over my face. I believe that at the offically recorded beginning of her

orgasm, my nose was firmly ensconced within, and her swollen clitoris was firmly

held in my right nostril.

No matter. She came like everything, and I continued to lick, suck, and

swallow whatever I could lay my lips on. I guessed right, as she continued to

purr, sway, and rock for quite some time, nary a complaint about oversensitivity

or any of the other bugaboos I’ve discovered when eating a woman for the first

time.

Bit by bit, she quieted down again, falling steadily onto me as her passion

no longer sustained her.

“You like?” I sometimes indulge myself in rhetorical questions.

“Velly, velly much, Mr. Daniel. I must make a slight confession, though.”

“Really?” Hell, I’d just had one of my favorite activities; what could be a

problem now?

“I am fertile as a turtle today, and I have no means of contraception within

a dozen miles of here.”

“Bullshit, Lady. *We* have the most reliable of them all: mutual respect

and commitment to a common cause. I’m not ready to support a child this year

any more than you are, not to mention the relationship around it. Therefore,

neither of us is fully willing to follow this to its most natural conclusion

as long as conception is a viable possibility, pardon the pun.”

“Thank you, but I still owe you one.”

“You *owe* me nothing; I ate you for the sheer pleasure of nuzzling into

your hotness, and it is my pleasure and priviledge to lick you until you melt

from the assault. Care for another?”

“Not right now, but I may take you up on it later. Maybe I don’t owe you

anything, but *I* want you inside me right *now*. My biological clock is

probably trying to tell me something, but at least I can control the direction.

In any case, I *do* intend to make you come. Your pleasure, kind sir?”

“Far be it from me to turn down my lady’s request. Gladly will I have an

orgasm of monstrous proportions. Are you hungry yourself, or would you like to

wash this load by hand?”

“You pick; I’m still woozy.”

I carefully drew her to me for a long kiss, and then guided her head down,

past my throat, where she took over of her own accord. Her hands busied them-

selves with and then inside my pants, with her mouth following in due time.

I was at full erection again by the time my wallet thudded to the floor inside

my pocket. Her technique was what, in the business, we refer to as “the brute-

force method”. No real finesse; she simply sucked and bobbed for all she was

worth. I was gasping for breath in no time at all, and exploded just as the

pressure was beginning to turn pleasure into pain. With the stimulation I had

from eating her, I had quite a bit of semen ready to go, and she took it all

with great gusto, moaning in pleasure of her own, the vibrations adding to my

climax.

As I came back to earth, realizing that my feet still touched the floor, she

softly continued caressing me with her mouth, as gentle now as she had earlier

been direct. I almost cried with the sweetness of her sensitivity here, but

didn’t have the energy to work up to that level of being touched. I was a bit

sore and quite satisfied, certain that this was an experience we would both like

to repeat. Bit by bit, she worked me back to a state of half-erection. As much

as I wanted all the pleasure we could give one another here, I was still far too

senstive down there to enjoy any but the most lubricated of touching. Just as I

was about to ask her to stop, she drew back in a final farewell kiss, and rose

to hold me close.

“Now we’re even,” she grinned wickedly.

“Yes, almost.”

“Almost?”

“Yup. We’ll have to even things out later.”

She caught my reasoning in an instant, and fell to nibbling on my nipples,

while I tried to respond on hers as best I could. After-play is a lot of fun,

and probably one of the most important parts of a relationship. Unfortunately,

the real world brings us interruptions: the lights flickered. Looking into her

eyes, I knew we were thinking the same things.

“System’s gonna be hosed.”

“And if it’s bad enough, security might some looking for us.”

“Yeah. Batch queues are probaly dead for the next half-hour.”

“Time to see what we can salvage?”

“Yes, and I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“So did I. Kiss good-night?”

“Of course.”

We hurried a bit, stopping only to kiss favortie portions of each other just

before they disappeared under clothing again. The calm after the storm is a

neat thing to share.

“I’ll go first, and see if the coast is clear.”

In a few seconds, she whistled the opening bars of “On A Clear Day”, and I

got quickly out of the ladies’ room. We got back to our respective desks,

breaking decorum only with a quick squeeze of our hands and a knowing glance

that just barely missed showing canary feathers around our mouths.

Copyright (C) 1991, William D. Wickart. All rights reserved.

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been a very touchy situation, happy to have found a new friend for these late-

night sessions. I walked up to the open sink and turned to thank her reflec-

tion for the silly courtesy.

My words caught in my throat. She was smiling directly at my reflection,

washing her hands, as if she were totally unaware that the front of her blouse

was fully open, her brassiere hanging limply inside. Though they were hardly

perfect for an X-rated movie, the two tender breasts that were half-exposed

were easily the best sight I’d seen all night.

“Like I said, I’m sorry I interrupted your mood.” Her wicked grin left only

the depth of her apology to the imagination. “Want to get back into it? My

stuff is in the batch queue, too.”

“God, I hope there’s a high load tonight!” I turned toward her.

“Tut, tut, Daniel! Wash your hands before you eat!”

That left one less question unanswered. I was stunned, totally stunned,

ready for just the short titillation and then privacy, or anything more

involved. Whee! A little midnight snack!

I washed my hands quite thoroughly, and Debbie came over to help me dry them.

Leading me back to the sinks, she hopped up to sit on one, and drew my head down

to taste her now-erect nipples. We let out complementary sighs of pleasure.

Her hands played over my hair, down the sides of my face, twirled a few random

beard hairs into my ear. As I warmed up to the task at hand, the hands wandered

inside my shirt, freeing one or two unnecessary buttons, softly stroking the mat

of black hair that grows there for no particular reason.

She found my left nipple and tweaked it playfully, giggling at my yelp. You

see, I have fantastically sensitive nipples for a guy. Any woman who can do a

credible job of sucking nipples can have me at full erection and half out of

control within five minutes. That’s how my second lover seduced me on our first

date. She started licking my chest, hit the nipples, and I was putty in her

hands. She took full advantage of the situation, and took me right there on the

couch in her law office, with the senior partner briefing his brains out three

offices away.

“You like, or is that a one-time-only?”

“I like, I melt, but get your requests in early. Too much stimulation, and

I’m good for nothing but being taken advantage of.”

“I’ll keep that in mind; wouldn’t want you to go away with eating properly.”

“Meaning?”

She hopped off the counter for a moment and opened her zipper. “I want to

get your beard all smelly. With your permission, of course.”

I’ve mentioned before that Debbie is not your classic lady who folds in two

places. However, beauty and ugly are only skin deep; we were about to get below

that level. Debbie is clean, decidedly of the sex opposite mine, and she has

…End of the part5. To be continued..

You and I are at a dinner party
there are four other people there
they are friends
we are sitting next to each other at the table
our fingers are entwined
we hold hands for a few moments
then i move my hand to your thigh
i gentlely stroke it
i start to pull your skirt up your leg
…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.

Breaking the kiss, I caught her hands and brought them to my lips for a
kiss. “I’m going to make you feel good. But I need your help. I need you to
tell me when something pleasures you, or if you don’t like it, or you want it
faster or harder or softer. Can you do that?”

“You like a little dirty talk, baby?” she asked softly, with a sultriness
in her expression that had not been there since the club. My shy girl was
becoming an assertive woman again. Nice.

“Yes, I replied, moving back down her firm belly to her musky womanhood.
She spread her legs wider to grant me easier access. Her dancer’s flexibility
served us well. I looked closely at her sparse haired cunt, with its tender
lips and gentle pink coloration, and the moistness apparent around the pouty
little opening. Her seam was just as pretty as the rest of her.

I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. “Yes, baby!!” she hissed.
“Do it!”

Her taste was good, musky and salty-sweet. I made my tongue as broad as
possible, and thrust it into her opening. I licked it from bottom to top,
going in and coming out, stroking her clit at the top, but not giving it any
extra attention yet.

Julie moaned and squirmed. “Mmmm. Oh, yeah! Your tongue–go deeper,
deeper, please?” I did my best to oblige her. She grew wetter and hotter as
the wonderful torture continued making small purring sounds and trying to
grind her crotch into my face. She was really getting into it. As I licked,
I couldn’t help but recall an old line said by the late Sam Kinison: “If you’re
ever going down on some chick, and you don’t know what to do, lick the alphabet!
[laughs from the audience] Oh sure, you laugh now, but some day you’ll be
there, and you’ll remember you’re ol’ Uncle Sammy…” I smiled and licked
“J-u-l-i-e” just for the hell of it.

I reached out and grabbed another ice “banana” from the glass. I pressed
it to her clit and she tensed and twisted, gasping, “Oh!” I slipped the ice
into her wet opening and left it for a few moments while she writhed about.
Taking her entire clit into my mouth, I sucked hard, flicking it with my
tongue.

“Yeeow!” she exclaimed. “Do it to me do iiittt…!” She jerked and
gasped and then came, shuddering. “Yessssss…..mmmmmmm, yes. Nice, nice.”
I removed the ice, but kept licking her gently through her come, until the
quiverings eased.

But I wasn’t done quite yet. I took my finger and inserted it into her
now very wet seam. She sighed again. “Mmmmmm, give me two.” I was happy to
oblige, adding the second finger and sliding them in and out slowly. Julie
thrust gently back at my fingers.

Shifting position slightly, I curled my fingers up and tried to press
under the pubic bone, looking for her g-spot. The effect was electric.

“Uhnn,” she gasped, and her arms slapped against the bed the sheets
gripped tightly in her hands. Her pelvis came completely off the bed as she
thrust strongly at my fingers. I looked up and her face was a mask of pleasure
and sensation as it whipped back and forth. “What are–mmmf–you doing?
Oh God, that’s wild–ahhh, mmmm, yes, yes.” She twisted and came, breasts
bobbing sweetly, nipples tensed in pleasure.

I kept massaging the area, and added a vigorous rubbing to her clit with
my other hand, pinching and rolling it gently for occasional variety. She came
again, and then again. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and chest. She
squealed, moaned, and shuddered as the orgasms washed over her. I could tell
she was becoming super-sensitized.

“Enough!” she cried, but I kept going. She bit her lip and shuddered
through another orgasm. My God, she was so beautiful, so excited. If I so
much as touched my cock I would have exploded all over her.

Her body gleamed as she began to perspire more profusely, and strands of
dark gold-blonde hair began to stick to her face. It was becoming harder to
maintain my attentions through her bucking. Suddenly she rolled onto her side,
still humping my hand and then yelling:

“Stop, dammit, I can’t take it anymore! Ahhhh, oh Jesus, not again,
eeeee…”

I got off of her g-spot, but continued to move my fingers in out and out,
gradually slowing the pace, stroking her sweat-slick skin with my other hand
as she began to come down. She twitched and sighed, shivering, still drawing
in large gasps of air, but calming down. Her skin was flushed and shining and
gorgeous, her face dreamy as the sensations began to ease. I finally stopped
and moved up to press myself into her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing
her soft lips. She responded with enthusiasm, though still with an occasional
twitching of her hips.

“That was…that was wild,” she sighed. “Mmmmm, SO good.”

“You were beautiful. I liked watching you come.”

She kissed me again. “Well, give me a second to catch my breath and it’ll
be your turn.” I responded with an anticapatory sound and stroked her pert
breasts and cute nipples.

We continued to exchange gentle kisses until she pulled away slightly and
pressed me me onto my back. She eased her body down on top of me and began to
suck gently at the sensitive skin of my lower neck. I felt her nipples press-
ing into my chest, and reached up to stroke her hair and the sides of her
breasts while she worked on me.

After a little while of this she moved down to my nipples sucking each
gently. Her hands moved softly over my torso, occasionally moving down for a
quick stroke on my cock, which was beginning to firm up again. She kissed her
way down my stomach to my rod, which she took in one hand and began to lick up
and down.

I stiffened rapidly under her ministrations. She gushed saliva over my
shaft, getting it wet all over, and took it in, filling her hot, wet mouth.
She sucked at my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me. I looked down to
see her sweet face working my dick. She came off of it and smiled up at me, a
small strand of her saliva and my pre-cum linking her lips and the tip. She
snared it with her tongue and made smacking sounds. “Yum,” she said. “You’re
sweet.”

Before I could say anything she went back down on me and I shuddered at the
intense sensation. She went fast, then slow, her tongue always moving over me.
Julie took a deep breath and then went down, taking me all the way in, not
stopping until her nose touched my pubic hair.

“Jesus!” It was my turn to exclaim. I threw my head back and my toes
curled involuntarily. She went all the way up and all the way down again,
slowly, and then pulled off me completely when my dick began to throb danger-
ously.

“Not just yet,” she said with that devilish smile. She kissed and nuzzled
at my balls taking one at a time into her mouth and humming sweetly. It was
wild and wonderful, and gave my sensitive shaft a moment to come down from its
near orgasm. I called her name and ran my fingers through her dark-golden
hair.

“I love to suck cock,” she said suddenly, her voice throaty. “Especially
nice sweet cocks like this one.” Suck. “I like to feel them throb in my mouth,
I like to taste them on my tongue. I like it when they swell up and shoot
their come in my mouth.” Lick “Do want to come, baby? You want to come in
my mouth?” She waggled her tongue at me while stroking my prick.

Her raunchy words shot pleasure back into my cock, and I groaned, “Yes,
baby, do it. Let me come…” I placed my hands on either side of her chin
and eased her back onto my prick.

Her dives downward and sucking became more vigorous, and try as I might,
the pressure in my cock was becoming too much to hold back. I was thrusting
back up into her sweet, lush lips, now, and she was moaning around my cock
as she fingered her own clit, getting off on what she was doing to me while
getting me off.

“Mph,” she gasped around my prick, and jerked as she made herself come,
and that sent me over the edge.

“Get ready,” I gritted.

“Oh, God do it,” she breathed and went back down, sucking strongly. The
pleasure was incredible as I felt my cock twitch, and then I was there, thrust-
ing deeply into her mouth, coming, spraying her mouth with my sperm, which she
swallowed, moaning and sighing happily around my spewing penis…

She stayed with me through my orgasm, and I let her stay on me even though
the pleasure was so intense as to be almost painful. She cleaned my cock,
finally letting it slip from her slick lips, which she licked clean and then
swallowed while staring at me lasciviously.

I pulled her up to me and kissed her puffy lips, loving the feel of her
body on top of me. She relaxed and nuzzled up to me, placing her head on my
chest, where I could stroke her and smell her hair, now mussed and in disarray
from our sex. She began to idly trace patterns on my chest.

“That was pretty great,” she said dreamily.

Still wiped out from the wonderful orgasm she gave me, it was all I could
do to give an assenting “Mmmm-hmmm.”

“What do we do for an encore?” There was a bit of playful challenge in
her voice. She didn’t want this night to end any more than I did.

I moved one hand down to cup one of her cute little breasts. As the
nipple hardened under my flicking finger, I smiled and said, “I’m sure we can
thing of all kinds of things…”