All characters 18+, consenting and enjoying themselves, this is all part of a scene/play setting. Since it’s the month of Halloween I thought I’d write a more graphic scene. As such please be warned this part may not be for all audiences.

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Four days.

Four days had passed since Amanda and her unnamed black friend had sodomised him. Four days since his asshole’s virginity was stolen and all of his pretty holes were defiled for Amanda’s sexual gratification. As Simon ate his bowl of cereal he could still taste phantom mouthfuls of the warm thick, near chunky cum. It smelt awful and tasted even worse, Simon suspicious the man purposely made his loads taste foul, how he did so, Simon couldn’t say.

Gagging now, he pushed his bowl of cereal away across the countertop. Simon had to readjust often on the chair, his anus still sore and not quite back to normal. His lips and mouth felt tender and bruised, puffy almost. Each time he blinked he saw flashes of his previous play times; Amanda’s degradation and Carly’s ball beating savagery.

Mentally, Simon was beyond aroused, sexually stimulated further than he had ever thought possible, yet his body showed little signs of his mental pleasure. His loose and creased boxer shorts showed no sign of a bulge on account of his trapped cock, his slimy semen filled cage stick and gross. His balls had recovered and returned to their normal size although the colour was still unnatural, the purplish welts slightly raised and extremely tender even now.

Shaking his head to remove the lingering semen soaked thoughts, Simon reached out for his soggy cereal and began eating once more, trying harder to focus on the masturbation images of Amanda in his mind or the smile of Carly as she wailed on his pathetic balls. Despite his best efforts as he brought a spoonful to his mouth, the images were bookended with visages of his humiliation, his manhood destroyed and never to be recovered.

He knew he was a slave now, unable to turn back the clock to his former life but with each passing mouthful Simon gulped down both cereal and worry; how much farther would they push his limits…how far would they go?

Leaning hard into the bench he heard the soft pitter-patter of Carly’s feet coming down the stairs and entering the kitchen. She walked over to the cupboard and reached up high, her short pyjama top exposing her tight stomach and deep v-cuts. Carly was as athletic as they come, Simon watched her silently as she awkwardly reached for a box of cereal just out of reach, her booty popping and jiggling as she bounced on her heels to reach it.

“Little help?” Carly called, Simon got up from his chair and walked over, reaching high with both hands to steadily secure the box.

As he did so, Carly rapped a quick backhand into his exposed ballsack, the boxers barely protecting them. The thud was loud and visceral. His sore, welt covered nuts couldn’t handle even a firm gust of breeze in their current state let alone a hard smack from Goddess Carly.

Unable to endure the pain Simon fumbled to the floor bringing the cereal down atop him, the inside bag spilling chocolate pieces all across his sprawled out body and the tiled floor. Clutching his nuts and with squinted eyes he tried to push the pain away but he was too weak; both mentally and physically to fight it.

He felt Carly sit on his upper chest, her cunt separated from him by a thin piece of expensive pink fabric. Panting and feeling his dick firming in his cage, ready to explode, he blinked his wet eyes open to see Carly studying him.

“Jackie‘s not gonna like that.” Carly said sourly

“Like what?” Simon asked puzzled, his balls aching, his panting breaths lifting Carly up and down as his chest rose.

“You — being unable to take a small hit like that. She plays very rough. Very, very rough. I think you should ask to reschedule.” Carly said, a steady, almost motherly tone in her voice.

“No way.” Simon said defiantly, his ego getting the better of him.

Momentarily forgetting his place as the submissive and slave to Goddess Carly he pushed her off of himself and raised up, standing over her for the first time, she looked good beneath him.

Smirking Carly stood up from the dirty, cereal covered floor also, staring up at Simon as she continued to speak; “I am trying to do you a favour. Just ask to be Amanda’s slave for the next week or so until you’re healed. You’ll thank me.”

“I have proved to both you and Goddess Amanda that I am willing. I am accepting. I only have to prove to Goddess Jackie that I can serve her, and then I’ll…” Simon said trailing off.

“You’ll what?” Carly prodded.

“I’ll be let out.” Simon answered, feeling satisfied with his candor.

Carly laughed, backing up and covering her mouth with glee. Practically kicking her feet in delight, her face growing redder and redder with each passing second she spat out;

“Is that what you think is at the end of this? Being released and given a nice long wank?”

“Maybe, if I’m a good boy.” Simon replied coyly, embarrassed at how the phrase made him feel. Calling himself good boy like a dog, like the dog he was.

“Simon—“ Carly began solemnly, “you may be my ballboxing partner, Amanda’s little clitty bitch but you’re about to be Jackie’s plaything…I hope you understand how serious she takes her play.”

“I do.” Simon said fully sure of himself, his hubris filled words stinging into Carly’s skin.

Seeing his phone light up on the breakfast bar he walked over to it, slightly limping, the nut shot not fully worn off. Picking it up the text was from Jackie with the all too familiar text;

“Time to play.”

Ironically, Carly offered to drive Simon to Jackie’s house. It was on the outskirts of town, a rather large block of land and a very small house. It looked more like a shack, the land surrounding it very woodland and not maintained by the local council. It felt odd out here, almost spooky…eerie. It wasn’t the emptiness or the isolation from others that made Simon’s skin crawl it was the complete and utter lack of noise; the silence so different from that of in town. The soundless expanse perked his ears up even more as he stepped out of Carly’s car, the motor still running.

“So…” Simon began, looking around the empty property before looking back down into the jostling car toward Carly; “any tips?”

“Yeah.” She began, shirting gears into drive. As she began to pull away and turn around the dirt road Simon heard her call

“Just remember it won’t last forever.”

Unsure if he heard her right Simon scratched his head and looked around, the sun blaring overhead. With no other houses in sight he made his way down the dirt road, kicking up stones and pebbles as he went toward the dilapidated looking house. Stepping up onto the porch he grabbed the rickety fly screen door and threw it open, knocking on the thicker door within.

Momentarily the door opened to reveal Jackie, a cigar hanging out of her mouth, her blonde hair up in a ponytail and her blue eyes staring deeply into his from beyond her thick glasses. Jackie had initially ignited his kink journey, her introduction so painful yet pleasurable. The way she squeezed and sucked him was something he had never experienced and would likely never have again with another. Jackie was a once in a lifetime type of girl, Simon thought as she stepped out onto the porch.

Dressed in big cowgirl boots, dirty blue jeans and a tight white top, Jackie took her cigar out of her mouth and blew it in Simon’s direction;

“Morning Darling.” She said.

“Good morning Goddess.”

Wrapping her hand around his shoulders, Simon tensed and shuddered almost automatically. Giggling Jackie patted his back supportively as she led him off the porch and toward the backside of the house, where the trees grew thicker. As the pair walked on Simon looked from right to left; no livestock or neighbours. No back alleys or cars, only forest on all angles. As they stepped over the metaphorical barrier from the grassy lands to the forest interior, Simon could faintly make out an obscured structure hidden deep in the tree line.

Puffing on her cigar all the while Jackie said nothing, her demeanour closed off and focused, Simon, now shivering like a leaf tried to steady and calm himself as they crunched on dry leaves towards the now fully in view structure. A large room, a camouflaged box plopped in the middle of massive trees. The door on the front adorned with more than three different locks; no windows, no alternative entrance or exit.

“As you can see from my house I am not all that concerned with material or aesthetic possessions. My hobby is where most if not all my money goes to.” Jackie said stepping toward the door, lowering her face to the locks, taking a necklace laced with keys from inside her tight white top, her fat ass pushed out as she tended to the security measures; Simon horny and scared beyond words.

As the final lock clicked open, Jackie grabbed Simon’s arm firmly with one hand and swung the door open with the other, shoving him inside with a hard and forceful push. Slamming the door closed behind her, a single fluorescent light flickered weakly on above him, illuminating the room.

Shocked Simon gasped and fell backward toward the door, bumping into the body of Jackie. Hanging from the ceiling were all manner of tools and toys; dildos, callipers, spreaders, bumblers, pliers & hammers.

The walls had soundproofing lazily nailed in, red and black wallpaper alongside matching carpet adorned the room as at the back of the room a large tarp covered box sat silently. In front of it, a dirty, custom gynaecologist chair was bolted into the floor, fitted with leather wrist and ankle restraints with a metal neck harness too.

To the left of it, was a surgeon’s table, the stainless steel stained with unnamed fluids that Simon couldn’t bare to look at, the tools on the table rusty and scary. Physically shivering and shaking, Jackie placed a comforting hand on Simon’s shoulder as she walked him slowly over to the chair, guiding him into place. Wasting no time she locked in his wrists and ankles quickly and tightly as Simon chuckled out a sheepish suggestion;

“Before we uhh, start, maybe we discuss our safeword?”

“Oh honey.” Jackie said, reaching into her pocket, taking out a surgical mask and placing it over her cute red lips. As she adjusted her glasses and stepped closer, like a doctor observing her unconscious patient she said coldly; “We don’t have one.”

Simon rustled and jostled in the chair, but the shackles were too tight, the bolted down seat not moving no matter how hard he rocked. Jackie surveyed the tools on her table and above her head. Before grabbing down a pair of pliers, surgical scissors and a hammer. Simon shook in his share violently and screamed, before Jackie smacked him hard across the face. The impact knocking him silent.

She walked to the front of the chair and knelt down between his legs, using the surgical scissors she cut away the sweat covered pants and boxers to reveal Simon’s bruised balls and caged cock. Taking the heavy blue balls into her hand she surveyed their weight and mumbled quietly to herself, Simon practically sweating bullets with every passing second.

“To get my subs, my slaves into the correct mind frame for my work, I have a few ideas how we’ll get you there.” Jackie said, her smile unseen but she words sounded different as if she were smirking from ear to ear.

Quickly she grabbed the pliers with one hand, with the other she pushed one of Simon’s nuts into the middle of the tool; clamping down hard the metallic device pushed his nut near flat, the sensation of pure pain causing Simon to scream wildly, the bruising appeared to spread, as likely blood vessels popped in the skin as Jackie applied devilish pressure to his right nut, nearly crushing it in her vice grip.

Simon flailed and cried out, but she persisted the pain constant and sharp, unable to be escaped from physically or via disassociation. She slightly tweaked her hold, pushing the pliers down further on the bollock, leaving majority of it exposed. Holding it firm with one hand, her knuckles pale white as she gripped it. With her other hand she reached for the hammer and raised it above the caught testicle. Like a booby trapped pyramid the hammer hovered in fiendish patience above the nut.

Simon looked up at Jackie, tears streaming down his cheeks, the pain beyond what he thought he could handle. But he preserved; for her.

“This usually is the one way ticket to sub space.” Jackie said bringing down the hammer on the captured testicle with a dismissive flick of her wrist. Like a meteor smacking into the earth, or a tidal wave eviscerating the shore, the hammer came down forcefully and powerful, decimating Simon’s nut.

The pain nearly knocked him to unconsciousness, barely held and kept awake by Jackie lightly smacking his cheek. Screaming and wailing in Terror, the pain unimaginable, Simon could barely bring himself to look down, feeling the tremendous pain he was sure, absolutely certain it was mangled and ruptured; destroyed beyond repair. Jackie forced his head down, pulling his eyes open to look down.

To his utmost and elated surprise it was still intact, albeit beyond swollen, the nut now the size of a small orange. Panting and breathing heavy, his heart rate accelerating to dangerous levels he felt Jackie grab ahold of his other testicle with the pliers, the grip much softer this time. Leaning next to his ear she slowly ramped up the pressure as she whispered;

“Shall we continue or do you think you need another help getting into subspace?”

“NO GODDESS!” Simon screamed practically cutting her off. “I am ready to receive your gifts. My body is yours to use.

“However I want?”

“However you want.”

She raised her eyebrows, her face contorting to that of a surprised smile, with a more loving voice she replied; “I’m glad to hear that.” Before bringing the hammer down on his other nut, the same fate befalling it as the other.

Stepping back Jackie watched as Simon writhed and screamed, taking her finely manicured hand and sliding it down between her tight body and her perfect fitted jeans. Watching as Simon cried and groaned, his ballsack one large lump of pain, she rubbed herself vigorously, throwing her masked head back as she moaned deeply, her sadistic urges only lightly placated. As quickly as she had began she stopped, giving Simon no respite.

Pulling the necklace from her shirt she fondled around for the correct key, flashing a silver hex key up at the crying Simon. The euphoric sound of the unlock rang out in his ears as he felt the sticky and slimy cage be pulled free, the puddles of precum and semen falling out in spotty patches as the cage was taken clean off, placed up on the surgeon table.

Immediately his dick grew back to full mast, unable to take the release and adrenaline backed endorphin rush, his dick spurted out a quick spurt of cum, spraying all over the red tape floor. A hands free, uncaged orgasm left him drooling, his head unable to be held up as the feeling of a semi-decent orgasm overtook him. He was beyond grateful to Jackie for releasing him. He smiled at her weakly, his dick still shooting a messy, off white, slightly discoloured cum shot.

“Did that feel good?” Jackie asked genuinely curious.

“Yes Goddess. Thank you Goddess.” Simon said, his words slurry with post orgasmic passion.

“well you know what helps trigger orgasms? Prostate simulation.” Jackie said excitedly, running her hands across toys and tools on the surgeon table.

“Please Goddess, my asshole cannot take it, Amanda had her Bull take care of me.” Simon pleaded, his dick still firm.

Jackie turned around to face Simon, holding a long and thin, polished metal rod, the ends finely sculpted to be perfectly round. As Simon’s eyes caught wind of it his expression dropped and he looked as though he had seen a ghost. Shaking his hands and feet he tried desperately to cover his genitalia, knowing full well what was about to happen.

“Darling I’m not in your ass to get your prostate, I’m going through your dickhole!”

Forcefully she grabbed Simon’s aching shaft. Her touch felt glorious and transcendent but the connotation scared him stiff. Scared beyond measure Jackie pushed the sounding rod into his dickhole, the cum shot from earlier acting as his only source of lube. His orange sized nuts and dick screamed out in furious and unending pain. With every passing millimetre that the rod descended Simon screamed and yelled a decibel louder, it only matched by Jackie’s wails of pure ecstasy.

“Oh fuck! That’s a good boy!” She said pushing the rod down further, Simon barely able to remain conscious, although to pass out would be a relief from the physical hell he was in.

“Just a little more” Jackie said, her free hand furiously undoing her jeans, to allow for a better angle to her sopping wet cunt. As the rod found depth, she stood back, dropped her pants, revealing a pair of Lacy underwear which were completely soaked through. Sitting back down she admired her handiwork, rubbing herself all the while.

With every passing groan, grunt and cry she rubbed and fondled, even taking a moment to slide a delicate finger in, her moans like harpy’s nails across Simon’s tortured body. He felt his dick throb, each throb jostling the rod ever so slightly, the pain ludicrously terrible.

“Do you know what’s down your cock right now?” Jackie said reaching under the chair for something.

“A…a rod.” Simon said carefully, trying not to pant too hard lest he disturb the rod.

“What kind of rod.” Jackie pressed, still softly rubbing her puffy clit.

“A sounding rod.” Simon replied.

“What’s it made out of?” Jackie said, looking over her glasses frames inquisitively.

“Metal.” Simon answered, proud of himself for powering through this far.

“And what is metal?” Jackie asked coyly.

“I don’t know.” Simon replied, his brain way too scrambled and soaking in pain to think even remotely critically.

Taking off her surgical mask Jackie smiled brightly at Simon before quickly attaching something to the rod, a clasp of some kind.

“It’s a good conductor.”

Suddenly, Simon felt an otherworldly pain, the kind that tensed his entire body and felt like it fried his soul. A quick second of electricity through the rod had felt like a timeless void; the pain everlasting. His entire being felt pushed out of his body, as if he was no merely observing his punishments rather than receiving them. Another jolt came and another, his eyes fluttering between consciousness and sleep, he watched as Jackie began practically fist fucking herself, her entire hand inside herself as she rubbed with the other. The site before her sending her over the edge time and again in quick succession her moans and shrieks of euphoric joy nearly timed with the rhythmic “zzzzap” sound of the electric battery.

Simon spasmed, unable to cry out, his vocal cords tired and worn and his tears all but dried out. As the jolts continued so too did the relentless torrent of Jackie’s orgasms. Only once they had stopped for good did she casually flick off the machine, the sounding rod still within his pulsating cock.

Fried, broken and beaten, Simon drooled into his shoulder, his head leant to the right, his body no longer fighting against his restraints. As he may motionless Jackie removed her cum covered hands, her juices covering the better part of her arms and most of the floor. Panting heavily she stood up, wiping a thick line of sweat from her forehead, her shirt soaked with her drool and wet hands as she wiped them against it.

Pulling up her jeans she rebuttoned them and adjusted her hair, leaving not even a strand out of place. Turning her attention back to Simon she grabbed his dick and yanked the rod out, a satisfying gurgle of cum came bubbling up the shaft, spewing down his dick weakly. Tossing the rod onto her table she reached up to the hanging Instruments, grabbing down a ball gag.

Placing it in his mouth, she clasped it on tightly. At the very same time she removed his arm and ankle harnesses, although he was no longer in a fighting mood. Limply she pulled him from the chair and helped him down the room toward the tarp covered box at the end of the room.

“Now darling, I know that seemed like a lot for your first time. But I knew you were one of the stronger ones.” Jackie said ripping up the tarp with her free hand to reveal a human sized metal cage affixed to both the wall and ground; inside it a naked man with a gimp mask obscuring his eyes, ears and mouth was pressed up against the wall, shaking softly.

With her free hand she undid the lock, the key still inside it, and pushed a limp and defeated Simon in. The pair of Jackie’s sex slaves barely able to fit in together. Re-locking the cage Jackie blew them a kiss before kneeling down to be at Simon’s eye level. Unsure if he was or could hear her she spoke softly;

“You’re my favourite Simon. Benny here was fun weren’t you Benny? We’d play with knives, razors, needles heck even surgery play! But I think somewhere along the way he went into subspace and never came back out. He was my favourite toy until you came along!”

Jackie stood up and threw the tarp back over them, her cowgirl boots smacking against the floor as she walked to the large door they entered what felt like hours before.

“So I’m just gonna text the girlies, have a shower, grab a bite. I can’t wait to tell them how happy I am about my new toy. I’ll have to call dibs on you, my little drool bunny.” She said as she slowly pushed the heavy door closed.

As the darkness set in and the locks clanged Simon heard her yell from the stifling darkness;

“I can’t wait to play again!”

Thanks for reading. If you liked my more horror inspired post/part please let me know. I’d love to hear feedback and suggestions. Thanks again for reading, means a lot.

All Parts

Back to present day

Tammy hears the back door open and close. She smiles as she turns the corner to a smiling Kelli.

Kelli looks at her, “You’ll have fun with him. At least I think you will.”

“He’s verified?”

“Yep. I can't wait to watch him be clay in your hands. And I've got a dick to suck at work.”

“You know you have to tell me about it.” Says Tammy, already a little excited. As much as it was fun to watch it happen in front of her, she really enjoyed when Kelli would tell her all. And Kelli enjoyed the same with her.

“Couch or bed?”

“Well, I actually have another question first before you retell.” Says Tammy, changing the subject for a bit. “What if… what if we started recording ourselves and putting it online? Or, at least recording myself?”

“My boss would be ready to fire me.” Says Kelli as Tammy is ready to retort until Kelli interrupts, “Except he would lose privileges of being your little lap dog. And his cheating would probably come to light. So, we will probably be safe. And HR has my back in case some stupid guy thinks he can use me. Expect that cute intern, he definitely can. And the guy at HR that is decent looking and I can pay in blowjobs.”

“Mmm… Kevin. He at least has his uses. Even if he's a little small and doesn't quite last that long.”

“Yep.”

Tammy looks at Kelli biting her lower lip. “Well, how about we record ourselves then? You telling the story always gets us to start fucking ourselves.”

“Sounds good to me. Bed or couch?”

Tammy walks to a bag that Kelli notices is new, out she pulls a professional camera and a tripod. She already knew what the answer would be to her inquiry. “Hmm… the couch kind of sets the mood a bit more. Like a casual chat.”

“Fuck. I’m already wet thinking of the cocks cumming to us fucking each other.”

Tammy smiles. “I knew you’d love it Mommy, you do love being a good little slut for them to stroke themselves to.”

Kelli smiles as she walks over to the couch. “Clothes on or off?” She asks before arriving.

“On, make this a casual chat that goes wild.”

“They will love the little stain on my leggings.” Kelli says as she sits down, she flashes the stain as Tammy can imagine it as a mix of Kelli’s and the interns cum.

“Let's hide that for a bit.”

“Okay.”

Tammy turns the camera on and sets it up. She then pulls out a recording device so that they have even better audio.

“Oh fuck, this is going to be a whole production.”

“Of course.”

Tammy sets the recorder down and hides it so the camera doesn't see it. She focuses the camera then sets it to auto focus. “At least my ex was able to teach me a couple things about cameras.”

“The one you dumped right before me?”

Tammy grabs the recording device and plays back the audio. “The one you dumped right before me?”

“Yep, and that seems to work so I'll have it recording in 3, 2, 1.”

Kelli smiles as Tammy hides it again as she hops over to the couch and then smiles.

Tammy and Kelli look at each other a bit. An awkwardness of being recorded fills the air. Tammy takes a breath and starts. “Seems like you enjoyed your date?”

“Was it obvious enough?” Says Kelli as she opens her legs for the camera to see the stain.

“God, you fucking little slut. You do have to tell me all.”

“Well, I got there a few minutes early and I'm sure you can guess who was already there.”

“How early was he?”

“He said like 10 mins, but I could tell it was more like 30. Like a cute little puppy.” Kelli says.

“You usually don't like those puppies.”

“Well, he’s cute, and without actually fucking him, how would I know. Maybe I could make him enjoy degrading me and using me as a toy. But anyway. We talk about the route and almost 80% into the whole loop, that's when he points to a part and says he knows just the place I was looking for. So I patted his ass and got to jogging. He quickly had to catch up but turns out he was a runner in college so it wasn't an issue.

“Oh. A runner. So good stamina. But the strength part.”

“I know. But it seems he had started to put on some. His arms were enough to push me around. But that's in the future.”

Tammy reaches down and slides a finger inside her sweats. The camera catching her hand inside messing about her pussy. Kelli watching, “Tammy, you fucking horny bitch. Already?”

“I just love how my Mommy gets men all over her.”

“Stupid horny cunt.” Kelli chuckles. “Anyways. As we run along, I ask him about if he jerked himself off to the pic I sent yesterday. He blushes all cute before denying it. That's when I looked at him and called bullshit. And how having him jerking to it was hot as fuck.”

The camera watches as through the cloth, Tammy’s finger slides inside. “Mmm…”

Kelli smiles as she looks at her little girlfriend already enjoying her story. “He asks about the relationship and I tell him how it really works. Two little sluts that fuck all the cocks they want to. Then I tell him about how he can be verified. Letting him fuck both of us when he wants. But he does need to prove himself. I even let him in on some juicy details about you and a certain guy.”

“Oh, you telling on that cheating bastard.”

“You love it.”

“No… keep going.”

Kelly chuckles as she touches Tammy’s thigh. “Anyway, we get to the spot and once in the woods, there's a little opening that is perfect for a couple or a few to do some fun in the woods. So I look at him and say this.”

Tammy smiles, already knowing what Kelli said with a cutie that she wants to dick her down.

“Look sir, if you want more of me, I need to be used. If it helps to imagine it, fucking rape me.”

“God, if I was a guy, I would think that was consent enough.”

“Well, he looked a little sheepish. I got out of my clothes as I then got on my knees. The grass being nice and soft, should suck more dicks outside.”

“Mommy.” say Tammy trying to keep Kelli focused instead of going off on a tangent.

“You really do want to hear all about it.”

“Of course. I’m dripping.”

Kelli smiles. “You could take your pants off.”

“Only if you do too.”

“I thought I had complete control over your dress.”

“But Mommy, I want to see your juicy pussy.”

“Fine.” The two girls laugh as pants fall off and the camera can now see in detail Kelli’s leaking pussy and Tammy touching herself. Kelli soon does the same as she brings some cum to her lips to taste.

“Anyway. Where was I.”

“On your knees.”

“Yes. Well I reach out and help him out of his pants and there's his cock. Maybe a little taller than average. Certainly nothing that would make me wet instantly besides there just being a cock and you know I love cock.”

“You love it so much I wish I had one.”

Carol Vorderman

I didn't mention earlier but I am Welsh. Welsh and proud! The first time I picked up Carol was for a pride of Britain event. I was stunned when I first met her. She was in her late 50's and looked bloody amazing. But she also loved the attention of eyes on her. If you don't know who she is google her. She's more stunning now in her 60's than she was in her 30's! I'm a tits and ass man so she ticks all the boxes for me.

The moment I picked her up she had an amazing personality, bubbly , fun and happy to talk. In fact she was hard to shut up. Some clients don't as much as thank you. Carol was interested and she seemed genuine. She'd ask about my day, who else I'd driven for and was happy to answer my questions too. I learned a lot from her because she was so open and easy to speak to. I would ask her what things were ok to talk about, what made her feel most comfortable as client, I obviously didn't want to cross the line. She gave me a lot of tips and as she was one of my first clients helped me know how to and who to talk to. It was on the sixth time I drove for her that things changed and well they've never been the same since, but all in a good way.

It was Comedy Red Nose day in the UK. It's an annual major charity fundraiser which raises millions for needy people in the UK and overseas. Although of course their are the many tear jerker, tug at your purse strings video clips the order of the night is comedy. In fairness Carol always seems up for a laugh and she'd agreed to take part in a dance routine with some other celebrities. During the routine she went over on an ankle and although she laughed it off at the time, when it came time to pick her up I almost had to do it literally. She came hopping out on one leg. I was waiting by the crew door with the car, stood outside with several other drivers and staff. The door she exited from was up about 10 steps. When I saw her hopping I darted up to assist her. There was a crew member with her who was insisting she go to hospital to get it checked but Carol didn't want a fuss. I put an arm around her and she put an arm around my shoulder as I helped her towards the steps. At the top of the steps I fully picked her up in my arms, shouted one of the other drivers to open the back door of my car and carried her down. We laughed and got a few cheers as I carefully put her into the back seat. "Are you sure you're ok? I can take you straight to the hospital and wait with you if you need!" I said. "Oh John you're so lovely! I just need to rest it up for a day or so. Don't they say RICE. Rest, Ice, Compress and Elevate!" she replied. "Actually that's out dated now. The ice was to reduce swelling but later research proved the swelling is an important part of the recovery process." I automatically replied "oooh thank you Dr Rider! It's nice to know I'm in good hands!" she replied. We drove and she told me about her night and what had happened. "All live to an audience of about 10 million too!" she laughed. We drove a little further ad when we were pulling up to the hotel she was staying at she said. "You smell bloody lovely by the way!" I was a bit startled "I beg your pardon?" I replied. "When you carried me, I could smell your aftershave, what is it? " she asked "It's a Creed Fragrance, I have a selection. I can't even remember which one it was now!"

I helped her out of the car and said I'd ask the hotel if they had a wheelchair. She refused to be seen in it and just asked me to help her up. She hobbled with my assistance we laughed our way through the lobby into the elevator. In the elevator she rested her head on me "God you really do smell good!" she laughed "Well I like to do my best!" I replied. the elevator pinged and the doors opened. I got her to her room and helped her inside. I asked her if she was sure she'd be ok. She said she would be and thanked me. I smiled at her as she sat herself down on the edge of the bed, and turned to head to the door. "John, thanks for everything! You're more than a colleague you're a real friend." she said I turned back and replied "C'mon! How many red blooded guys would turn down the chance to cary Carol Vorderman to bed?" I joked back She laughed loud, Carol has a distinctive laugh and it always makes me smile. "Not many in recent years I can tell you!" she laughed "Well someone somewhere is missing out big time then!" I said "Are you flirting with me John Rider?" she asked "No Comment miss Vorderman!" I laughed back I turned again to leave and I heard her say, "Pity really cause I have a thing for men in Uniform!" I smiled and looked at her and replied "But I no longer wear the uniform!" "Ok, well I have a thing for men out of uniform too then!" she laughed. I turned back and walked towards her. I could see the nervousness in her eyes. "It wouldn't be professional Carol. We've become good friends through our work and...." she cut my sentence off "No strings, no commitments, that suits us both. Plus I think you were classed as off duty once you dropped me off here"

She stood up and I know we were both nervous, both unsure of the other person wanting this. I knew I did, who wouldn't? In a swift movement she reached behind her head , pulled the zipper of her dress down and let the dress shimmy to the floor. In front of me stood a stunning woman in a red bra and knickers. The knickers covered by black see through tights. My cock hardened immediately and I stepped towards her. That first kiss was gentle, soft, warm, and we both let out a huge sigh of relief as I took her in my arms. Out tongues entwined as the kiss grew in passion. My jacket fell off and she undid the buttons of my shirt. She kissed my chest and nipples. I heard her breathing grow faster and heavier and now felt her hands undoing my trousers. I kicked off my shoes and as she moved she must have put weight on her injured ankle. "Arrrgh!" she squealed , but I was quick enough to catch her in my arms and sweep her up. Our mouths met again , our noses nudging against each other. Her eyes. her amazing pretty eyes looked into mine and we both smiled. I kicked my trousers off and walked to the bed. "God you are so strong!" she said as I carried her. I lay her on the bed and climbed on beside her. We kissed more and rolled, our hands exploring each other. It had been so long since I was intimate with a woman that I really did feel nervous. As we kissed more I felt her hand grasp at my now rock hard cock and gasp "Seems all your muscles are big!" she laughed. I just kissed her more, I couldn't get enough. My hand found it's way into her tights and panties. She was smooth and hairless between her legs and oh so wet. As a finger slipped into her she sighed loud and nibbled my bottom lip. "Oh god yes, yes! Please" she said. I rolled her onto her back and kissed my way over her neck, collar, shoulder. I kissed and licked her nipples through her succulent lingerie. Her nipples hard and sensitive to my touch. He stomach was flat and perfect, this was a woman in her late fifties at the time and she was in the shape of a much younger woman. As I kissed down between her legs, I could feel the warmth of her pussy through her tights and knickers, I grabbed at the nylon and ripped the gusset of her tights to reveal the cherry red panties. I pulled them to the side to reveal a beautiful, pretty pink pussy. I lowered my mouth to her wetness and tasted her. She moaned loud as my mouth came into contact with her. Her legs pulled up , spread and my tongue explored her sweetness as she groaned. I was almost on all fours with my head dipped, so I could reach my cock and stroke myself. I felt her begin to manoeuvre her self around until we were in a 69 with me on top. Her mouth engulfed me and she wasn't holding back. She sucked and stroked me into her hot mouth. Her pussy was now grinding up at my face. I was covered in her juices and I started to fuck her mouth gently as our hands explored each other. I was in bliss, it sounded like she was too. I pulled her tights and panties down and we changed position we kissed at each other in frenzy. She hungrily licked her own juices off my face and sucked on my tongue. Her hand was wanking me off hard and fast. I climbed on top of her and pulled her big tits from her bra. I sucked on them hungrily. "I need you to fuck me!" she said and i moved over her between her legs. My dick slipped straight into her wetness and we both groaned loud as we accepted that amazing feeling. It was a noise of lust, pent up hornyness and complete pleasure. As I began to fuck her I pushed up into a press up position so I could see her in all her glory. Her tits bouncing around, her head thrashing from side to side. Her legs clamped around me and I felt my balls slapping against her as I picked up pace and submitted to our bodies desires for each other. I moved again, my hand now underneath her grasping at her famously amazing ass. As we kissed, whispered obscenities into each others ears my finger caressed her anus as my cock drove into her. "It's ok!" she said as we made out in spectacular passion. I didn't pick up on it but she repeated it then reached under and grabbed my hand. She pushed the finger that was rubbing her ass into her. Here I was a common ex squaddie, fucking a national tv celebrity and fingering her arse as she begged for more. She told me she was close to cumming, "Keep fingering and fucking me John, I'm going to cum all over that cock!" I started working my finger deeper in her asshole and was now pistoning my cock into her. She was screaming the room down , her words were making me cum as much as the sex! "Fuck that pussy John! Fuck it like its a whore that you fucking own!" As i felt my balls begin to tighten I said to her "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" "fill me with it!" she screamed In just seconds I was shooting shot after shot deep inside her, screaming as I did so! I hadn't had a release like that in years. Her legs kept me in her , wrapped tight around me. I collapsed on top of her and we were both laughing, panting like hell and kissing.

Once we'd recovered I asked her if I could shower. When I came out she was still lay on the bed naked. She looked sensational. We talked for a while and I held her in my arms before getting dressed to leave. She joked that i had had my way and was now leaving. I felt guilt and said "No, I can stay if you want, I just...." She cut me off "John, I'm joking." She kissed me and thanked me. "I said no strings and I meant it. If it's ok with you this suits me perfectly." Was she saying we'd be fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? I wasn't quite sure but I left for home about an hour later. That was few years ago and we've done a lot more in that time. We both know that we see other people too and that our relationship is a weird one. I probably work with Carol five times a year and we have sex about once a month! It sounds odd I know but we actually tell each other if we've had sex with other people in that time apart. It turns us both on and we are each others confidents. Maybe I'll tell you about some of our other times.....then agains there are other celebrities to tell you about too! Who's you favourite?

Part 2 of 3. Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/s/KIhfxXFlyh (Part 3 TBA)

A story set at Midas Labs, https://www.reddit.com/r/MidasLabs/s/AtO09gKjsj

An ongoing, collaborative, multi media project, set in a shared universe.

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It was already a half hour after she should have clocked off and been on her way home.

Teanna switched off the power to the centrifuges and collected the last of the equipment from the counter. Steel kidney trays, tweezers, scalpels, clamps, and curettes, tossing them quickly in the autoclave, shutting the door, and setting the program.

With more care, she took the rack of samples over to the fridge to store them overnight. She swept the counters, crumpling up today's drapes and throwing them in the bin.

Dr. Young was still bent over a microscope in one corner of the lab and didn't look like she was in a rush to go home.

Hearing the commotion, she called to Teanna without looking up from her task.

“Miss Thomas, the volunteer for tomorrow? What time can I expect her?”

A chill ran through Teanna, settling as a weight in her stomach. She'd forgotten to liaise with the agency and request a volunteer.

Shit. This was going to be ugly.

“Dr. Young, I er...There was no answer when I tried them earlier, and it completely slipped my mind to call them back.”

She'd get no credit for the thousand and one things that had taken up all her time this afternoon regardless, but definitely not now.

“Miss Thomas, are you telling me we have no subject to test my new formula?

Are you telling me your unprofessionalism has cost me another day's research time, with the board funding review set to conclude on Friday?”

Asked Dr. Young in a cold, flat voice.

“Doctor Young I...” but Teanna's apology was cut short.

“Miss Thomas, I have gone out of my way to secure your services here as I believed I had found the best person to help me achieve my goals. Your absentmindedness has more than likely set my research back six months. It seems I may have grossly overestimated your usefulness. Go home, Miss Thomas.”

The Doctor's rebuke, delivered as if it were a cold length of steel to Teanna's heart, made her eyes prick with tears of shame.

She wasn't even sure she liked Dr. Young, but she was undoubtedly brilliant, and Teanna was lucky to have secured such a prestigious role.

Since the incident with patient 331, their working relationship had become icily professional.

She was still angry with her, of course, and still plotted a hideous revenge.

But what had happened hadn't been an unenjoyable experience at all. Sometimes she thought she owed Dr. Young a thank you, even.

But having that USB hanging over her... It was bad enough to occasionally see 331, who was apparently staying in the residential wing, but the pressure of others finding out what happened mortified her.

Occasionally Teanna would warm to the Doctor's dry wit, but then the anger of her trickery would flood through her again. There'd be no peace until the footage from the security camera had been destroyed and Teanna had extracted some form of revenge.

But this lapse of efficiency stung Teanna deeply.

Without being able to trust her voice, she turned and swiftly retreated from the lab humiliated.

Dr. Young went back to her microscope, but her focus was lost. She needed to get results on her latest project yesterday, and this further delay could be catastrophic to next year's funding allocation.

She had already bypassed several safety protocols and avoided lengths of red tape to get a sample ready for testing; now all that would be for naught.

Damn Teanna. She had fired facilitators for less, but despite this oversight, she had been undoubtedly good at her job up to this point.

But that wasn't the only reason Dr. Young kept her on. She would only admit it to herself in her quietest, most private moments, but she dreamed of Teanna. She had watched the recording of her and 331 so many times, alone at home. She had touched herself and brought herself to orgasm watching Teanna's perfect smooth, deep brown ass, working up and down his unusual length. She watched Teanna writhe and cum and wished it was her face under her, making her feel those things.

She snapped herself out of her wandering thoughts.

She has spent years studying and mastering her field of science, and she had done so at the expense of her physical needs.

She had compartmentalised her desires, put away her thoughts of sex.

It's not that she hadn't had lovers, male and female, but they were to satisfy a basic need, to allow her to focus more fully on her studies.

But now working in such close proximity to the beautiful Teanna had weakened her walls.

She was too angry to indulge her forbidden thoughts now anyway. How would she show results to the assessors when they turned up?

Her latest research involved a solution that attached to oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin receptors, manipulating them into prolonged and intense reactions, theoretically extending the duration of the female orgasm.

But now, without a live trial to study, she couldn't expect to receive the additional funding she needed.

She remembered Dr. Barry Marshall. The gastroenterologist that had discovered the bacterium Helicobacter pylori and its role in gastritis and peptic ulcer disease by experimenting on himself. A highly dangerous and reckless practice frowned on by nearly all scientists, but hadn't he won the Nobel Prize for his actions?

Dr. Young rose from her seat, decision made.

She strode to the fridge and removed the dose of the serum stored there.

She disengaged her usually meticulous mind. Greatness was achieved through the boldness of one's actions. That was all that mattered in this moment.

She loaded the canister into one of her stainless steel syringe guns and laid it to one side.

She undid the buttons of her light grey pants and dropped them without fuss, revealing a lacy red thong that would confound anyone's expectations of her underwear choices.

She took an alcohol swab and cleaned a square of the soft skin of one exposed buttock, then retrieved the hypo-gun.

She bent over a counter and awkwardly positioned the micro needle points at her ass cheeks, then fired in the full dose.

There was a tingle that ran through her entire nervous system as the serum soaked into her body.

The heat in her cheeks led her to believe it was indeed a fast-acting compound.

She went to a stationary cupboard and took out a digital camcorder and tripod and set it up at the foot of the adjustable gynaecological inspection chair, and turned on the recording.

“Trial one of the hormone manipulation compound XV16, Dr. Young recording, self experimentation.

I delivered 10 cc of the compound intramuscularly, approximately three minutes ago. Initial symptoms: a mild flushing of the face and neck; elevated temperature to 98.6 degrees; mild arousal of the vaginal canal; notable increase in vaginal secretions.

I will now stimulate my sexual organs to the point of orgasm and record the intensity and duration of my climax.”

She placed the thermometer on a counter, then opened one of the drawers underneath and retrieved a stainless steel slightly curved dildo.

The chair came complete with stirrups, so Dr. Young unfussily removed her thong and hopped up into it, placing her legs in the comfortable rests, exposing herself to the recorder.

“It will be noted that the subject, me...” Her fingers danced around her genitals, examining and inspecting every delicate feature of her nut brown external genitalia, displaying herself for the record, "Increased swelling of labia and clitoris, secretions already abundant; I will begin stimulation proper.”

Dr. Young leaned her head back into the headrest and began slowly circling her clit with her fingers.

It felt good, but she knew how to make it feel better.

She let her mind relax and drift towards Teanna.

She had watched her today while she buzzed around the lab, graceful and confident. The nurses tunic she wore merely suggested the shape of her, holding her curves in place. Which made her reveal on the CCTV footage so much hotter. Seeing her true shape, the jiggling heaviness of her breasts freed from their confines, all the more erotic.

Dr. Young’s fingers increased their pace, now swiftly moving up and down over her clit.

She thought of the way Teanna's tunic rose up over her yellow stocking tops when she bent over, exposing an inch of her flesh, hinting at the smooth beauty of her legs and the promise of her round ass and wet pussy above.

“Sensations are building, heart rate increased, serum should now be acting to modify receptors, and will activate fully upon…climax” she reported breathing.

She grasped around for the dildo. It had a gentle curve to the end.

“Subject will attempt to stimulate the Gräfenberg spot and achieve activation.”

She rubbed the tip along her opening, still using the other hand to tease her clit. She pushed into her resistance, angling the aid upward to pressure her g- spot.

The Doctor's mind once again focused on Teanna.

Dr. Young had early on decided to keep things ultra-professional in the lab. She kept a strict lock on her language and mannerisms.

Teanna, on the other hand, had a freedom in her movements, an open spirit. She'd hum and softly sing when she was focused on a task, and it sent butterflies to the Doctor's tummy. Teanna would bite her lip when concentrating, and her brows would knit and scrunch her face in a way Dr. Young found irresistible. Occasionally the Doctor would slip and make a wry remark or small joke, and that time their eyes locked while Teanna was smiling, had sent electric currents through her soul. She was sure she had blushed. She re-lived it now in her mind and felt the familiar echoes of sensation. As her fingers sped up and the dildo was thrust harder, her thoughts turned more erotic. What would that delicious looking pussy taste like? What would it feel like to use her tongue to open up her lips, to probe deeply into her, to wiggle and slide around her entrance? What would it feel like to feel Teanna's abs tense and relax under her touch? She imagined her arching and gyrating, grinding her pussy into her face.

Dr. Young’s own lower back began to lift from the chair.

“It has started; I'm about to cum...”

Early next morning, Teanna pulled her Jeep up into the lab car park a full hour before her shift.

A good night's sleep had lessened her shame at yesterday's mistake.

She had woken up and vowed to get back in the Doctor's good graces.

She was a stone cold bitch, but Teanna couldn't help admire her ambition and drive. Even if it had been leading to shortcuts.

She leaned over and snatched the bag of cookies she had bought at the little bakery en route and walked purposefully to the main building's entrance.

She knocked on the glass doors and waved at Gus, upright in his usual chair behind the desk, as she rifled her bag looking for her pass.

In a sudden panic, she reached to her neck and found it hanging there. She looked up and saw Gus chuckling and shaking his head.

She let herself in and walked in to see him.

She popped the bag of cookies on the desk.

“Mornin’ Gus, I have no idea what you're laughing at.”

“Miss Thomas, in the ten years I've been working here, I've yet to see anyone have so much trouble with a lanyard.” Gus chuckled, one finger opening the bag so he could peek inside.

Gus gave the impression of a jolly old timer, soft with age. But Teanna knew his happy demeanour belied a long, decorated career in the Marines.

In his day, he was as bad ass a soldier as there was. She’d known because her uncle De’chawn had served with him and had said there was no one he would rather have in a firefight with him than Sgt. VelJohnson.

Teanna had wondered if Uncle De'Chawn had called in any favours with him to get her this job in the first place. But Gus was only the door security; how many strings could he actually pull?

“I see you are still intent on getting me fat for Christmas. Mrs. Gus is already mourning the loss of my fine figure, and you, Miss Thomas, are not helping.” Said Gus, selecting a cookie.

“If Mrs. Gus doesn't appreciate a full-figured man the way I do, she'll leave you, and then you'll be all mine.” Teanna smiled prettily to hammer home the good-natured banter.

“Miss Thomas, there is not a woman on God's green earth that could tempt me from the side of my Agneta, but God bless you for giving an old man hope. And cookies.” He added happily biting into his treat.

“Dr. Young was here all night again; I don't know how she does it,” he informed her.

Teanna didn't know either. There wasn't a harder-working researcher in the labs, she was sure.

"Thanks Gus; see you later, " she waved and made her way to her work area.

Teanna threw her coat on the hook, typed the code for access into the panel, then entered their Lab, expecting to see the Doctor once again hunched over a microscope or computer screen.

What she saw was carnage.

The floor was littered with medical equipment and empty water cups; the screen of the computer was knocked flat; and there was a camera and tripod set up knocked over on the floor.

“Dr. Young?” She called, panic rising in her chest.

A hand slapped onto the gynaecological chair, and the head of Dr. Young followed it up slowly.

Teanna assumed it was Dr. Young anyway. She had never seen her less than immaculately presented, never even a loose strand hanging from her tight bun.

This head had a wild mop of curled black hair unravelled and flowing free, strands stuck to her forehead by sweat.

Dr. Young's cheeks were red, and she had a feral, wild look in her almond shaped eyes.

“Teanna… I…I…need you…to help me.” Dr. Young spoke through ragged breaths.

“Dose was too strong... been orgasming for…nnngh…10 hours… can't stop.”

In all the carnage, it was the use of her first name that surprised Teanna the most. The Doctor stumbled towards her, and she saw the Doctor was naked from the waist down, her fine pubic hair trimmed in a neat line; she couldn't help but notice.

Dr. Young reached her and held Teanna’s shoulders.

She looked dead into her eyes, and Teanna's tummy did a flip as her pleading, pathetic gaze stared into hers.

“Teanna… I need to overload the...aaah...pathways…andmakethisstop… but I can't do it myself; I have... no control.”

There was no denying that seeing the Doctor in this state was intriguing to Teanna.

“Please, make me cum Teanna...for the love of God, please?”

What should she do? There was no way this was another trick. Teanna had faked an orgasm or two, but this right here was un-fakable.

Dr. Young was desperate. Horny looking, wild and beautiful, but desperate.

“I'll do this,” declared Teanna, "only if you destroy that USB drive, the one with experiment 331 on.”

Dr. Young didn't think twice, "Anything, Teanna, please...”

“In the chair.” Teanna commanded.

The Doctor clambered back into the stirrups.

Teanna decided to treat this professionally, same as with any other medical procedure.

Teanna came to stand at the foot of the chair and stared at the Doctor's swollen and red pussy, snapping on a blue latex glove.

“Stand by Dr. Young; I've never done this before.”

She had thought of it though.

She tentatively reached out her gloved hand and touched the inside of her thigh. Her golden-tanned skin was hot, and even this touch made her writhe and squirm.

“Teanna please.. I need over stimulation... overload my neurol... Fuck me, Teanna, please?” Dr. Young begged.

Teanna slid her hand up the Doc’s damp thigh and found her hot lips. The warmth was shocking, but she was so wet her latex covered fingers slid around her easily.

Teanna felt her own panties dampen as she sought out Dr. Young's clit and rubbed it softly.

Dr. Young’s back arched, and she let out a moan so sexual Teanna gulped.

“Mmmhmm, like that, Teanna, yes, faster, please." The Doctor sounded like she was babbling, her words coming out fast.

Teanna noticed the chrome dildo on the floor and bent to retrieve it. She presented it at Dr. Young's opening, and the Doctor’s hand grasped her wrist and shoved it forward, impaling herself on the dildo. Teanna took over and began noisily moving it to andfro.

"Fuck, that's good, that's good... but I need more.”

Dr. Young's eyes locked on Teanna's.

“Teanna, I need you, fuck. Please, I need more... please?”

The question didn't specify what she needed, but Teanna knew.

Could she? Shit, but she wanted to.

With a deep sigh, Teanna dropped her head to the Doctor's lap. Her tongue found her clit and she moved it tentatively at first, tasting the Doctor's heat and salty flavour. Soon she began lapping more forcefully, flicking her tongue quickly around her hot button.

Finding her rhythm, Teanna surprised herself by letting out a gentle moan of enjoyment herself.

The Doctor must have heard as her rocking hips began flowing more quickly.

The noise of the dildo suctioning in and out of Dr. Young's hole was being drowned out by her breathy squeaks and moans.

“It's working, Teanna; oh fuck, it's working... Tell me…tell me I'm a nasty…slut and…make me…finish!”

Teanna stood back up, her face glistening with the Doctor's juices. Her free hand rested on Dr. Young's abdomen, and she powered the dildo in and out.

Dr. Young grasped each half of her blouse and ripped it open, popping buttons everywhere.

She pushed her bra up, exposing her small pointy breasts and dark brown nipples.

“Squeeze my tits and tell me I'm…bad!” The Doctor pleaded.

“Listen to me, you little slut.” Teanna was shocked at her own voice. “I'll squeeze these sexy fucking tits if you cum for me right now.”

“Yes…yes..” Dr. Young moved like she was in agony.

Teanna pulled the dildo out, bit her glove, and pulled it off with her teeth. She plunged a finger into her so easily she immediately decided to add a second, curling them both upwards, searching for the patch of rough skin signifying her g-spot.

“You're going to cum for me now, you little slut, you hot fucking piece of ass.”

Teanna had lost herself watching this sexy woman untethered and unrestrained; she shook her hand furiously, extracting curses and screams from her boss.

“Oh my god! Mygodithinkimgonna….squirt!”

A gush of fluid ejaculated from her, jetting out messily, soaking a surprised Teanna, who didn't slow her fingering for a second.

It had never happened to the Doctor before, but the sensation was an overwhelming, freeing experience, giving up control and literally letting loose.

The silence from the Doctor's tense body was momentarily jarring, until an earth shattering howl erupted from deep within her, finally peaking her orgasm.

She shook and shuddered as the enormous feeling flowed through and out of her.

Teanna pulled her fingers from her wetly, then reinserted them in the mouth of Dr. Young.

She sucked on them hungrily, all the while staring into her eyes.

The tension broke, and suddenly everyone wanted to regain credibility.

Dr. Young rolled off the chair and leant on it with wobbly legs. Teanna walked over to the roll of paper drape and ripped off a few handfuls to start cleaning up.

Dr. Young rose unsteadily to her feet.

“Thank you… Miss Thomas, that was extraordinarily good of you.”

“No problem, Doctor. That was an experience, no doubt. Maybe I could try a dose of that? Diluted, of course,” she laughed.

“Maybe I could bring it round to yours one day?”

Dr. Young had spoken before her frazzled brain could stop herself.

Their eyes met.

“Yeah. Maybe.” Said Teanna, suddenly shy.

“I'll get the USB from the safe, and we'll destroy it now.” Said Doctor Young, walking shakily to her office.

She returned a few moments later.

“Teanna! It's gone… Someone has taken it!”

Teanna's heart dropped. Who could have done that? What did it mean?

There is a notion of seduction. I’m in front of my mirror, getting ready. Lipstick, mascara… Making sure that my hair is perfect (or as perfect as I can get it). I know I’ll feel stupid later on, but I need this right now. I need to seduce. I need to feel sexy. I need this.

One last look. My head tilted downwards slightly, my long hair in a wavy cut, some in front, some flowing down my back. A transparent négligé, covering shoulders, tied around my waist with a silk belt. Black, I think it looks better on my white skin. It lightly covers my breasts, enough to see, hiding sufficient for a tiny bit of imagination. No panties, I won’t need them. Not for long, anyway… One final touch, black thigh highs… One last look in the mirror, a glance, a look as if I wanted to seduce myself. Okay, I’m ready.

I open the bathroom door, the light inside casting shadows on the living room floor, a brief interruption in the mood I had set up: dim lights, a few candles, and a light scent of perfume in the air. Everything is soft and gentle, and the warmth of the environment returns as I turn the light off. Taking a second or two to adjust to the light, I walk; no, I slink over to the chair, hips swaying, exaggerated movements, trying hard to seduce. It’s a metal chair, one of two that I own. I told people it was for guests; I wanted two folding chairs if more than six people came. I’ll never admit to them why I bought them. I will take them out if more people come, but that isn’t the reason. The reason is that my suction cup dildos stick perfectly to these chairs.

Yes, I’m alone. Yes, I’m trying to seclude a mounded piece of rubber. Yes, I might be embarrassed later on, but for the time being, I’m on the first day of feral week, the first day of ovulation, with a highly heightened sex drive. I’m single, my friend with benefits is on holiday far from here, and this is what I have left. It doesn’t matter; a primal urge is pushing me to continue. My body wants this feeling; my mind will fill in the gaps as we go, a figment of my imagination taking place as I fulfil the most basic of needs.

With the tips of my fingers, I gently caress the length of the dildo. When I close my mind, he is there, my imaginary partner for the evening, who won’t let me sleep alone (and possibly won’t let me sleep at all). My eyes fixed on his; I’m drunk with the look of desire on his face. His eyes dart from mine to my breasts, trying to get a better view of the skin through the fabric and the dark light. I approach, we kiss, our tongues dancing together. A long kiss, full of desire, of primal lust. I don’t want to feel a gentle kiss; I want to devour lips. Tenderness was yesterday.

I lift the hem of my négligé, lifting it above my hips for his viewing pleasure and to show my wetness. I straddle my imaginary friend, my hips above his, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his manhood, guiding it inside me. My lips part effortlessly, letting him enter, begging him to enter. I put my hand on his other shoulder, ease my muscles, and let gravity do the rest, sliding on top of him, impaling myself the entire length of his cock. I moan loudly. I don’t care about neighbours, not now. If they can head me through the walls, they already know what I’m like when I’m alone. I’m not the shy girl some think I am. I’m feral, driven by my primal need. I want this. I need this.

Once I catch my breath, now it’s time for me to get to work. Lifting my hips, I ride the entire length, up until the very tip, before sliding down just as slowly. I imagine him groaning with pleasure as I feel every centimetre of him pushing inside me. Slowly at first, judging the proper distance, before going faster and faster, concentrating on the middle of his manhood, trying to tighten my grip on him. This isn’t for my pleasure, even though I do get a lot of pleasure from it. No, this is more primal. I need him to climax; I need to feel his seed; I need it inside of me.

When my muscles are about to give in, I change to rocking my hips. My hands find a cold metal seat, but in my imagination, I dig my nails into his hot skin, droplets of sweat running over out bodies, racing to the ground, following gravity, the same gravity that is pushing him deep inside of me. He whispers “Good girl” into my ear, which drives me even wilder. Primal. An animal, a feral fox, driven by hormones until she gets what she needs.

I climax for the first time, but I doubt it will be the last. Until I can feel his seed inside me, I’ll continue, no matter how long, no matter how much my muscles burn. I will do everything and anything to get my prize.

In my imagination, I overstep the boundary to his self-control, and he grabs me with strong arms around my waist. He pushes his hips as I continue to rock, each movement begging him to enter me, to take me, to satisfy me. As he takes me, I have my second orgasm. Powerful, pulsating, shutting down all forms of self-control. I’ll moan, I’ll scream… I don’t care. When the waves of pleasure subside, I’m still not satisfied.

I vary between squats and rocking my hips, but when I feel the third orgasm approaching, it’s time for my imagination to kick into high gear. He is panting, almost shaking. His mouth is open; he is trying to form a word but can’t. His eyes are locked onto mine. I can feel it; I can tell. I place my head slightly above his and look deep into his eyes, my forehead on his. Our moans begin to synchronise as he can no longer hold it in. “I’m going to…” I know. Please, please do. My eyes are begging him while my hips are ordering him. My muscles tense as his do, and my hips continue to rock, feeling him inside me, pushing harder and faster. He loses control; his arms tighten around me, and I almost think he is going to bite my shoulder. With one loud primal roar, he releases, pushing his seed deep inside me, finally giving me what I need. I continue my movement, almost as if milking him for every drop. I climax at the same time, a powerful orgasm that would require him to hold me in his arms. I hold onto the chair as if my life depended on it, trying my best not to fall.

My heartbeat slowly returns to something normal, and my breathing slowly turns into small whimpers. My nails might be chipped, but I know my hair is now a mess, and my négligé is soaked with sweat, but it was worth it. I hold onto the chair, imagining him, my silent imaginary friend. I feel satisfied, at least a little, having felt something inside me and dreaming of my reward.

Feral week can be rough, sometimes…

When my eyes opened again I could see the dim light of the sun peeking through the curtains. I also noticed an arm around my body and the feeling of a dick pressed against my butt. 

What is that?! I said as I assessed the situation, my mind clouded by the morning fog. 

I turned back over to see Will, lying awake with his arm wrapped around me. 

“Oh, hey there…” I smiled.

“H-hi. G-good morning.” he stuttered as he pulled his arm back. 

I rolled over to face him and grabbed his arm and put it back around me. 

“Don’t be afraid. It’s okay.” I whispered as we lay face-to-face. 

“S-sorry. I didn’t want you to freak out.” he stuttered. 

I put my finger to his lips to silence him and then I leaned in for a gentle kiss. 

“It’s okay.” I whispered, “I was a little disappointed you fell asleep so fast last night.” 

“Uh… Yeah… I guess I was just really tired. I guess I kind of messed up the moment, didn’t I?” Will asked. 

“Well… we could do it now?” I asked, my eyebrows raised in a suggestive look. 

“Really? Like right now?” he asked nervously.

I nodded my head and then leaned in for a kiss and crawled on top of him. Within moments I could feel the head of his hard dick grazing against my butt. 

“Mmmm… someone is ready.” I teased as I looked down at him, tenderly holding his head. 

I rolled off of Will and laid on my back. I took his hand and placed it over my pussy. I looked up at Will who was visibly trembling with nerves. 

“Just follow my lead.” I whispered as I used my hands to guide his hand.

First I had his fingered stroke along the inside of my lips. I immediately felt a tingling sensation between my legs.

“This is my clit.” I whispered as I pressed his finger into my clit. We both gasped sharply as we looked into each other’s eyes. 

“This is where women are really sensitive…” I gasped as his finger continued to rub my clit with less and less guidance from me.

“We get…” I gasped again, “Really turned on when you touch us here.” 

I reached back down and guided his finger into a circular motion over my clit. 

“Oh yeah…” I moan softly. 

I couldn’t believe how wet I was getting. I found the idea of teaching this nerdy guy about women extremely erotic. I felt like I could mold him into being the perfect lover. 

Who needed Issac’s ‘perfect dick’? I thought as flashbacks of my conversation with Lauren played in my head. 

I loved the feeling of his finger playing with my clit, but I was feeling the urge for more. I wanted to feel his finger inside of me.

I reached down and grabbed ahold of his hand again. I slid it down towards the opening of my vagina and gently pressed his finger inside of me. Will couldn’t blink. I could tell he was concentrating on exploring the inside of my vagina with his finger. I did my best to hide my grimace as the tip of his finger pushed past the opening of my swollen lips. 

I thought a full night’s sleep would help with the soreness in my vagina, but feeling the tenderness as Will’s finger entered me was a sharp reminder of all the sex I had had the day before. 

“Are you okay?” Will asked, probably noticing my poor attempt at hiding my discomfort. 

I nodded my head as I bit my lower lip to take my mind off of the discomfort. 

I let Will’s finger explore inside of me before guiding it to my G-spot. When his finger first made contact, another soft moan slipped from my lips..

“Feel that bump?” I asked. 

Will nodded his head.

“That’s my G-spot. It’s another really sensitive area. Stimulating my clit or my G-spot can make me orgasm.” I explained.

Will pressed his finger against my G-spot, which made me yelp out in a mix of pleasure and over stimulation. 

“Be gentle.” I whispered, “Too much can be over stimulating. Okay?”

Will nodded once again and I closed my eyes and rested my head against his lean bicep as he rubbed my G-spot over and over. 

I could feel the walls of my vagina clamp down on his finger as he continued to stimulate me from the inside. 

I was completely zoned out, but after a while I could feel the dampness on the bedsheets under me. I hadn’t let go of Will’s hand and I noticed that they were now wet from my juices. 

I need him so badly! I thought to myself. 

I pulled his hand out of me and crawled back on top of Will. 

“You want to be on top, or do you want me to be on top?” I whispered into his ear. 

Will gave me a nervous look, unsure how to answer. Inside, I knew what the answer was. So I leaned over towards the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the bowl. I scooted down his body and sat up, my legs still straddling his body. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, holding the condom by the corner of its foil package. 

Will silently nodded, so I tore the foil packet open and removed the contents. Will’s eyes were fixated on my every move. I placed the condom on the head of his dick and rolled it down the shaft. When the rubber sleeve had reached the base of his member I crawled up his body so my vagina was hovering over his dick. I grabbed a hold of it and pointed the rubber sheathed member towards my entrance. 

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked Will.

He silently nodded his head. 

“Say it…” I demanded. 

“I… I want it.” his voice trembled with nervous anticipation. 

“What do you want?” I teased, rubbing the head of his dick against my opening. 

The look on Will’s face was priceless. I thought he might cum right then and there. 

“Oh!” he moaned, “I want to have sex with you!”

I smiled at him and slowly lowered myself down onto his waiting dick. My vagina was still swollen from the previous day, so I felt like a virgin myself as Will entered me for the first time. I went slow just as much for me and I did for Will. The inside of my vagina needed time to adjust to Will’s modest size. 

It wasn’t long before I had reached the base of his dick. I looked down at Will and smiled at him.

“Well… No going back now.” I teased as I leaned forward and began kissing him. My arms cradled his head as I raised my hips up for the first time. When I began lowering myself down onto Will’s dick he let out a long audible sigh. It was like he was in some kind of trance-like state. 

I sat up on Will and began to rock my hips back and forth. I was still feeling some discomfort, but I powered through it. 

“Wow… Your dick feels so big.” I moaned. 

It was a lie, but the way it felt inside my swollen pussy, it might have well been Chris’ massive dick. 

“R-really?” Will stuttered.

“Mhm… You feel so big inside me. This feels so good.” I moaned, trying to boost his confidence. 

I grabbed Will's hands and placed them on my hips. At first they followed along with my movements, but soon I noticed he was starting to guide me. Helping show me what felt good to him. 

“I think… I think I’m going to cum.” he moaned.

I grabbed onto his hands and continued to ride him.

“Mmm, yeah. Cum inside me.” I moaned as I smiled down at him. 

I locked eyes with him as I rocked my hips back and forth a few more times. Then Will grabbed onto my hips tightly and began to grunt. Then I felt the telling sign of his dick twitching inside me and the feeling of warmth filling the condom. 

“Mmmmm…. Will…. Yeah….” I moaned as I steadily slowed my pace until I stopped entirely. 

“How was that?” I asked with a smile as I reached down between my legs and squeezed the condom to the base of his dick. 

“That felt amazing.” he moaned as he threw his head back onto the pillow, “How about for you?”

Without missing a beat I blurted out, “I didn’t have an orgasm, but I thought it was pretty good for your first time.” 

“Yeah?” Will asked, seeking confirmation. 

“Yeah. Want to do more after breakfast?” I asked.

“Uh…” Will couldn’t find his words at that moment, “Yeah! Yeah! I think… Yeah!”

I could tell he was both surprised that I was asking if he wanted to have sex later, and trying to contain his excitement. He wasn’t very good at doing either. 

I laughed a little as I lifted myself off of his member and then removed the condom. I got up off the bed, tied it off and tossed it in the trash bin next to the bed. I grabbed some tissues from the night stand and used them to clean myself up. Then I grabbed a few more tissues and used them to wipe the cum and lube off of Will’s already flaccid dick. 

“Don’t get used to this kind of treatment.” I teased as I tossed the wad of tissues into the trash.

I crawled up next to Will to cuddle with him. Just as I laid my head down on the pillow and closed my eyes, I heard Greg shout from the commons.

“Shower time!” 

“Ugh.” I moaned as I got up from the bed, “What timing…” I said.

I glanced at Will who looked panicked as he stood up from the bed.

“You okay?” I asked. 

“Y-yeah. Do you think anyone else knows?” he stuttered. 

“I… Don’t… Maybe?” I said with a cringe. 

“Oh… I just… I don’t want the other guys to make fun of me.” I could hear the panic in his voice. It sounded like he was about to lose it right then and there. 

I walked in front of him and put my hands on his shoulders. 

“Will, relax. Who cares if they know.” I said in a kind voice. 

“But… But…” he started to stutter again, but I put my finger to his lips to silence him. 

“It’s okay. Everyone has a first time. You just had sex with one of the most popular girls in the school. There are guys out there who wish they could have had sex with me.” I said.

“Yeah, but like… They’re probably way better than I am.” he said quickly. 

“Who cares? It doesn’t matter. Everyone has a first time. You’re going to get better, I promise.” I reassured him. 

“Really?”

“Really. That’s why I asked you about doing more after breakfast.” I explained.

I could see him calm down just a little. 

“Will…” I said, waiting for him to look up at me, “I got your back. Okay?” 

He passively nodded, but I knew deep down he didn’t really trust me. I can’t blame him either. As long as we had been in school together I had basically ignored him. In fact, I’d probably made fun of him a few times.

I knew I needed to react quickly to any quips or rude comments people would make about the two of us having spent the night together. Then I remembered Lauren. How she had teased me and she had spent the night with Issac. I knew that Issac had a reputation as someone who ran their mouth a lot, especially to kids like Will and his friends.

Suddenly I started to feel butterflies as I prepared to open the door and walk out into the commons. 

I quickly turned the door knob and walked out into the common area with Will following close behind. 

As soon as we stepped out into the common area I looked over and saw Chloe and Alex leaving their room. Chloe stared at us. She had a look on her face. Not her usual cheerful self, but one of disgust. Without saying a word her face was saying “sorry you had to spend the night with him…”

I brushed it off. 

Whatever, she didn’t say anything. Maybe she was disgusted after spending a night with Alex. I thought to myself. 

Everyone started to walk into the shower with Will and I hanging towards the back. I figured this was a safe place for the two of us. I looked at Will out of the corner of my eye and he was once again covering his dick as he nervously took each step towards the shower room. 

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked back to see who it was and saw Lauren and Issac.

Great, the last people I want to see. I thought to myself. 

“Pst.” Lauren said to make sure she had my attention. 

I slowed down so Will was walking in front and Lauren was next to me, Issac just on the other side of Lauren. 

“So…” she whispered, “Did you do it?”

“Do what?” I asked, pretending to be naive. 

“You know…” she whispered, “Do it…”

“Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lied as I became increasingly anxious by Lauren’s line of questioning. 

“Come on!” Issac said out loud, “Did you fuck the nerd?”

Instantly, I became enraged by his comments. So enraged I just looked at the two of them with a blank face. I didn’t know what to say. My silence was all the proof Issac needed. 

“Oh my god, she totally did!” he exclaimed, nudging his elbow into Lauren. 

Lauren looked at me with wide eyes, “Really? Did you?” she asked in a judgemental tone. 

“I… Uh… I…” I didn’t know what to say, I was totally speechless. 

“So gross.” Issac butted in. 

I glanced at Will, who had heard the last part of Lauren and Issac’s comments. His face had turned red and I could tell by his body language that he was ashamed. See Will’s reaction sent my anger over the edge. 

“Okay. Shut up, Issac.” I said, catching the dark haired wrestler off guard. 

“What?” he asked, trying to backtrack. 

“Who cares if I did fuck him?” I quipped back, “It’s none of your business who I choose to fuck.”

“Quinn,” Lauren said, putting her hand on my shoulder, “Calm down.”

I briefly glanced at Will who was sneaking a peek back at Lauren and I. His face clearly broadcast the embarrassment that we were talking about him and his sexlife. I remembered our conversation the previous night, about how people like Lauren and I tend to forget and overlook people like Will. 

I brushed off Lauren’s hand, “No! He’s got feelings too!” I exclaimed. 

“So?” Issac chimed in. 

“So? So? Have you ever considered how he might feel about you teasing me that I had sex with him?” I snapped back at Isaac. 

“I… I…” he stuttered, surprised at my lashing out at him. 

“Yeah, how would you feel if some guy made fun of Lauren for having sex with you?” I continued.

Issac quit trying to talk and feel silent. I looked at Lauren who’s lips rolled over her teeth as she considered what I had said. 

“I’m… Sorry, Quinn.” she mumbled. 

I didn’t say a word, not wanting to let them off the hook so easily. I then looked at Will who silently mouthed “Thank you” to me. I nodded and smiled.

We walked into the shower room, the same one I had almost every day since my arrival at Camp Free. We all took our places under a shower head and waited for Greg or Yasmin to turn on the water. 

I glanced over at Will who nervously stood there, his hands till covering his crotch. His eyes were mostly fixed on the floor, trying to avoid making eye contact with other people. I sensed he was still nervous about the conversation I had with Issac and Lauren just a few moments earlier. 

Greg pressed a button on the wall and lukewarm water began flowing out of the shower heads. I closed my eyes and let the water flow over my body. For a moment I was taken far away from Camp Free. I imagined I was back at home in my own shower, by myself, getting ready to go shopping. 

“Alright, who wants to share about their night first?” Greg asked, quickly snapping me back to reality. I opened my eyes and in a split second I was transported from the shower in my bathroom at home back to this communal shower. 

“Well, since no one is speaking up, how about Yasmin and I start?” Greg said, breaking the long silence following his first questions. 

“I’ll let you in on a little secret. Yasmin and I have actually been looking forward to this for a while.” Greg shared. 

A few of us gave Greg a curious look. 

“Let me clarify.” Yasmin said, “The night before you all arrive, the counselors have a get together and oftentimes sex happens. At the gathering last Sunday, we really hit it off, but never got a chance to actually do anything.”

My mind was racing with so many questions. I imagined some wild party where all the counselors were running around banging each other. 

“Yeah, so when we found out last night that we were going to be in the same cabin, we were really excited to finally be able to fuck.” Greg explained. 

A bunch of emotions hit me all at the same time. I had had sex with Greg a few days ago, so a little part of me felt jealous that he had just hooked up with Yasmin. Another part of me was mildly repulsed by his story. It was like listening to an ex tell you about how they hooked up with a new girl. Another part of me was a little turned on by the mental picture of Greg and Yasmin having sex. 

“So? How was it?” Nate asked with a sly grin on his face.

Hailey, his ex, was standing next to him and gave Nate a sharp elbow to the side.

“Don’t be so gross.” she scolded. 

Yasmin giggled, “No, it’s okay to ask those questions.”

“I thought Yasmin was fantastic in bed. She’s got a great ass and I loved fucking her from behind.” Greg explained. I wasn’t used to such graphic detail, but the new image it painted in my head turned me on even more. 

“Yeah, Greg knew what he was doing. It was a great time.” Yasmin explained in a somewhat shy tone. I could tell she still wasn’t very used to talking so openly about her sexual experiences. 

Yasmin, probably hoping to get the attention off of her, looked at Chloe and Alex who stood next to her. 

“How about you two go next?” 

My stomach sank. Despite Alex and I having been broken up for months, he was still my first and it still pained me to think about him with another girl, especially when that girl was one of my best friends.

I knew she had had a thing for Alex for years, so I wasn’t surprised last night that she took the opportunity to spend the night with him. 

“Uhm… Yeah…” Chloe’s voice trailed off, knowing that this was about to become very awkward. 

“We… Uh…” her voice trailed off again.

“We hooked up.” Alex blurted out as he looked right at me as if he wanted to see my reaction to his admission. 

“So what does that mean? You had sex, or just did other stuff?” Greg asked, seeking for clarification. 

“We…” Chloe still couldn’t bring herself to talk about it.

“We had sex.” Alex bluntly announced, still looking at me, “A few times too.”

That last part was like a knife twist. I didn’t want Alex to know he was hurting my feelings, so I tried to bury my desire to cry. I’m sure a tear or two escaped from the corner of my eye, but considering we were in the shower, I hoped he wouldn’t notice. 

Yasmin, sensing the tension in the room, decided it was best to move on. 

“How about you Lauren and Isssac?” she asked in a more gentle tone, trying to ease the tension in the room. 

“Oh man… We definitely fucked a few times last night.” Lauren explained with a smile as she looked at Isaac.

“Yeah. Lauren was incredible. I mean, look at this ass.” he said playfully as he grabbed a handful of a butt cheek and squeezed it tightly for everyone else to see. 

“Oh my god, Issac!” Lauren playfully squealed. 

“Uhm… Yeah, Issac was great too. Probably the best dick I’ve ever had. Kind of looking forward to more after breakfast.” she explained as she brushed her wet hair back behind her ears. 

Greg looked at Will and I next. 

“How about you two?” he asked, putting the spotlight on us. 

Will’s face instantly turned an even brighter shade of red as he froze. 

I knew I was going to have to do that talking. 

“We… spent a lot of time talking before bed last night.” I explained, hoping I could avoid talking about anything sexual. 

“Yeah, we just talked. That was it.” I reiterated. 

“They totally fucked.” Issac blurted out. 

My stomach sank. 

“What?!” Hailey squealed. 

“Yeah, Lauren said she saw Quinn in the bathroom last night, right before she went and took his v-card.” Issac explained. 

I turned to look at Lauren and gave her a stern look. She looked away from me, hoping my gaze would change direction. 

“That’s fucking gross!” Alex shouted. 

“Dude! I know, right? Will is such a nerd. He’s probably got a tiny dick too.” Issac agreed. 

“Whoa! Everyone stop it right now!” Yasmin shouted, trying to regain control of the room. 

The room fell silent except for the sound of running water. 

“We are not going to tease someone just because of who they decided to sleep with.” she explained. 

“Now, if you are just going to tease Quinn or Will, I ask that you keep your thoughts to yourself.” Yasmin said, scolding the jocks. 

“Quinn, did you two have sex?” Greg asked.

I hesitated for a moment, looking at Will. His body was still frozen as he looked at the ground. 

“Uhm… Yeah. We did.” I admitted.

“Dude. So gross.” Alex mumbled under his breath. 

Yasmin snapped her fingers at Alex and motioned for him to be quiet. 

“That’s awesome.” Greg said in a tone that sounded equal parts fake and sincere. 

“Will. Was it your first time?” Greg pried. 

Will just shrugged his shoulders, probably afraid of any kind of backlash he might receive. 

“How about we move on?” Yasmin said, trying to end Will’s embarrassment. 

I felt bad though. I felt like I hadn’t stood up enough for Will. 

“Hold on. I want to say one more thing.” I announced, “For the record, so Will doesn’t have a small dick. Looking at most of you in the room, I’d say he’s about the same size as most of you.”

My comment drew scoffs from the three jocks in the room, so I decided to strike back at Alex. 

“Let me put it this way, I’ve had sex with Alex before, and I enjoyed having sex with Will way more than I did Alex.”

“Oh, dang! Alex! You hear that?” Nate and Issac teased. 

Alex just stood there with an annoyed look on his face. I felt bad for singling out Alex like that, but I couldn’t help myself. 

“Okay, wow!” Yasmin exclaimed, “We’re moving on now! Hailey and Nate, your turn.”

I looked over at Will who flashed me a brief smile, letting me know I had done the right thing. 

Hailey and Nate said they did a lot of talking last night, but did have sex this morning. I think everyone was too afraid to dig for more details, so shortly after that Greg shut off the water and we filed out of the shower. 

Ch. 1a

Ch. 1b

Ch. 2

Her body moved to a beat others couldn’t hear as our pulses slammed in unison with the blow. I expected her to get all herky-jerky with its pounding rhythms, but instead she went the other way, a slow motion sexual vortex of flesh. This day is going great, I thought. Only get better, Forebrain murmured happily as Lizard Brain could only babble Dick, Lady, Hard, Tits, shit like that.

 “Tell you a fantasy,” the vibrating girl moaned again, almost a whimper, as she traced slow motion curls in the air with her wriggling form. “I mean, I could tell you that I’ve always, mmm, fantasized,” her hands went to the straps on her shoulders and eased them down way too goddamn fucking slowly, “about a man just like you.”

 “Liar,” I smirked. Yeah talk some more I don’t care, Forebrain groaned, on a roll now. 

 She looked almost hurt. “No, really… guys I grew up with… The boys in my youth group, at my school, in my tiny, tiny fucking backwards ass town…” Withdrawing her arms from the shoulder straps, she held her hands high above her head in a long languid Singer Sargent pose; no, not Sargent: some artist that could appreciate a woman like this, like a Reubens. Her long, curvy body was like a big buttery statue in some lust temple. 

She jerked her head a bit to get my attention, then jerked her jaw at the bodysuit’s zipper. It started right at the bottom of her cleavage between her lovely giant boobies; she looked at me with this twitchy dust-addled smile, teasing me with promise.

My hand was on the zipper before I even told it to move and I was yanking, yanking,

“Ssslowwwww,” she complained in a whisper. “I ain’t going anywhere, baby.”

Right. Slow. I reached up and grasped the zipper – incredibly conscious of my fingers brushing tit flesh – and pulled more slowly and carefully. Now it released to me, the suit spreading to allow all the lovely epidermis below access to the dingy lights of this shitty place.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Music was thumping in busted speakers and Fuckin’ Todd, once again, too close to the goddamn microphone. I heard her perfectly with no issues.

Her mouth fell open, and with practiced sensuality and a gleam in her eye she ran her fingers over the newly exposed areas. With another unspoken request she held her arms for me to peel off the latex sleeves. Good girl, remembering I had in fact specified naked. For a second she broke character, scratching rapidly at where the sleeves had encased her lovely arms, giggling that this felt really good. 

Then in a flash she brought sexy back. “Seriously, lover… Older men. Always my thing. Older guys with thick, dark, full hair…” Her fingers stroked my scalp, her now-bare arms pushing her tits together to make even deeper cleavage in my face. Again I thanked the gods that I was getting older but still had all my hair, only recently starting to grey at the sides. “I’m sorry I said you were funny looking. You’re not,” she shook her head slowly. “Kinda cute, maybe. The beard’s growing on me.” She playfully yanked it, and I hated that shit, but it was her, so no problem.

“Mmmm. Tell me more about how much you like me.”

She laughed lightly, then grasped the hair on my head once more and pulled gently. “No. Don’t wanna. In fact I don’t really wanna tell you a fantasy.” And she leaned forward and her boobs were on my face, not just pressed against but rubbing, caressing, stroking me with her flawless chest. “I’d rather tell you a really sexy story… Would that be okay, Mister? Y’know I’m starting to kinda like the sound of that, ‘Mister’...”

She pulled away and rolled into my lap. Her tremendous ass, then her full weight, felt perfect on me; she didn’t try to hold back from letting herself collapse into me fully. It reminded me of childhood for some reason, but her ass rolling against my hard dick most definitely did not.

“It says I might never know your name, but we can be... intimate.” She drew out the word as her hands teased the suit, her head lolled back against mine as she gave me glimpses of what the blue latex covered. “So, Mister, story over fantasy… does that satisfy subclause B of condition number one, herewith on this day…” and she giggled; it felt amazing feeling it ripple through her big body against mine.

“Uh, sure baby,” I replied, my tongue hot and thick in my mouth. God I love coke.

“Mmm, thanks Mister,” she pushed forward, her flaring hips more prominent as she leaned away from me to rub all that cake and her very warm crotch against mine in hard, firm circles. There’s no song playing as far as I can tell, though I know there has to be — I can see “Mitzi” just about fingering herself as she writhes on the ugly stage –

“Hey,” she’s snapping her fingers, standing now and leaning forward, one hand pushing my chest into the sofa. “You ain’t watching other hoes while I’m dancing for you, is ya?” But she can’t suppress that snigger.

“N-no, ‘course not,” I say. “I would never–”

“Liar,” she says simply, and pushes her tits up at me. It’s the first viewing of her nipples this dance, and they shake and bounce as fingers squeeze and pinch for my pleasure. “So yeah, a story.” And with flowing ease, she began her tale, peeling away the latex top.

“Once upon a time, in the middle of… Bay-nask-bra,” she chortled at her stupid joke, but it was cute. “There lived a young girl who, despite being a very good girl who loved Jesus, was just over eighteen,” she poked her tongue at me for a second then continued, “when she grew these great… big… titties.” She shook them at me. Goddamn. 

“Plus she was just cursed to have this big, round, sexy ass…” Cue cake again: her hips were a couple inches wider than her shoulders, and the natural hourglass her body formed was damn near Platonic ideal. 

“And all those high school boys… and a lot of the older men, the nasty perverts,” and she poked my chest hard for a second with an extended knuckle, ow. “They made this poor girl feel like she’d done something wrong… Like, God had made her for something, something she wasn’t sure she wanted to be.”

“That’s… so very very sad,” I agreed, my eyes tracing her body, my skin soaking up her touch as she writhed against me. 

“It really was,” she nodded. “The poor girl didn’t know what to do,” she complained, shifting her weight and holding her body for me to gaze at, “all these high school seniors, all these nasty older men, wanted her to be something she wasn’t… at least, not yet,” her voice dropping as she unsnapped the leggings, and pushed the bodysuit down and off, kicking it to the side. Her pussy was completely uncovered now, shaven save for a thin ginger landing strip pointing the way. That’s really my favorite styling: smooth enough to allow lips to slide between mine, enough hair to show I’m not breaking any laws. I stared at Jennifer’s cunt in awe as she rolled her hips slowly.

She pointed at her still-covered legs questioningly, and I nodded. She reached to take my hands, guiding my fingers to assist her in peeling the blue away from her expanding flesh. I was very conscious of my hand close to her crotch because I could feel the moist heat it generated. This was fucking great.

“Maybe she was that word that the girls called her… slut,” she said sharply. She pinched her nipples hard as she posed before me, completely naked but for one rainbow sock.

“Maybe she should give in. Maybe she should fuck and suck every straight guy in the county, maybe some of the queer ones too,” she giggled but quickly resumed her slow gyrating before and against me. “Maybe she should be the horny teenage whore that all the other stupid bitchy girls in town say she is. All the old men’s wives, too, despite all the girl had ever done, was be a good girl for Jesus. It’s not her fault Jesus gave her these sexy round boobies.”

She kneeled and leaned forward, presenting her breasts to me, hefting their weight back and forth. Despite the lovely display, now I was starting to feel bad for her, growing up too sexy. Not the way I wanted this to be going, but as long as she said ‘fuck’ and ‘suck’ and the like a few more times, I’d still feel okay about it. 

“Whatever did the –” 

“Shut up,” she suggested softly, pushing her nipple in my mouth again. I closed my eyes and savored as she mewed soft encouragements at me.

“The girl wondered and studied and prayed to Jesus,” she whispered as I pushed the nubbin against my teeth with my tongue, coos of happiness pushing me on. “Eventually she decided that maybe if she gave in just a bit… If she held on tight to the most important things God wanted for her,” she pushed her tit hard against my face, “she could have her eternal reward, and still be the girl all the sexy old men wanted her to be.”

She leaned back and grabbed my hands, slapping them against her tits where my fingers squeezed and kneaded; then she yanked my arms above my head, pressed those big knockers against my chest and stuck her tongue in my ear. “The girl decided she was gonna learn to suck cock. Like, a lot of cock. All the cock,” she moaned softly. Her cunt was right on my goddamn dick through my jeans and it was scorching. “She decided she was gonna get really good at it. If all those girls really called her a slut, well, their boyfriends might call her that too… but they would be calling her a lot.” 

My hands had asscheeks in them and I squeezed and squeezed as she ground against me, her breath hot and wet in my ear. “Please Mister,” suddenly, more hesitantly. “Can I have some more of that stuff?” She jerked her head toward the table, in the general direction of Peru.

Music to my fuckin’ ears. I nodded happily and she spun around on me to grab the bottle and dump out a small pile. Major fucking faux pas, as I don’t let anybody fucking touch that bottle but me, but she’s new (and a goddamn sex goddess), so I let it go. She grabbed at her straw and like a seasoned pro sniffed up the lines she’d made with two quick runs of the straw. Then she was twisting again to straddle me, pressing the bottle in my hand and leaning back, her upper arms pushing those globes up and out for me to have my fun. Once I rail off her big fleshy tit I press a bump into each nip, and she wriggles appreciatively before shoving me back against the sofa. Then she resumed her earlier spot, her sexy lips wet on my earlobe as she continued her story. 

“The girl who wanted to lick dick started reading nasty sites on the internet, yes they amazingly did have the interwebs in Bumfuck Egypt, Baynaskbra…” She lay against me, her head on my shoulder, lazily tracing my chest. “She read a lot of sexy stories, started learning how sluts really act when they wanna turn on nasty old perverts.” She pinched my nipple through my shirt lightly, then pulled my ear to her again. “And then the girl started meeting up with a few guys to try it out.” She grinned from ear to ear, as I saw her remembering the first ones lucky enough to experience that sexy mouth.

“Let’s see if I can remember some of the names… My cousin Jerry…”

“The girl from Baynaskbra had a cousin Jerry too?”

Giggles in my ear then hot tongue again. “Barry… Harry… Larry… The girl with the tits and ass sucked them all,” she whispered fiercely. “She learned what each one liked so that when they came back, begging for her mouth again, she could make them cum even faster. She kind of liked the taste of cum,” she whispered shyly. Her voice was speeding up now and she was grinding against me harder. “She liked it when they called her names. She made deals, to get some of the rumors to stop… Yeah squeeze my ass, Mister,” she moaned. “I wasn’t sure I liked your naughty idea, making me talk all dirty to you, nasty pervert,” she was licking and biting at my ear now. “But I’m having fun.”

“I’m glad,” and I gave her ass an appreciative playful slap as my hips started to move a bit, my cock aching to get at the cunt so near and yet locked away. She groaned but continued her tale. 

“She would let them touch her some too,” she said, her voice growing high and lilting. “She liked their rough hands on her big tits. Sometimes for very special ones she’d let them mark her, just a bit. What do they call it, a hickey?”

I tittered, thinking, yeah she was in high school not long ago, it’s true. “A hickey,” I agreed. 

“A hickey,” she moaned. “It’s so stupid, so fucking high school,” she rambled on as I smiled involuntarily. “And yet it felt… sexy, letting a high school senior… or better yet, a man,” she shivered and closed her eyes, pinching a fingerful of her giant left fleshmound between thumb and index, and pressing hard. It was weird how devastatingly erotic it looked as she continued. “Put a tiny… Or not so tiny… Bruise, on her tits… To shall we say, mark his territory, give a touch of pain to think back on with the pleasure.”

And she leaned back and dropped her right weighty gazoomba on my face, before grasping my head in her hand and pressing me hard against her. Praising the gods again I sucked hard at the bit of flesh in reach of my mouth, my teeth biting a bit not to rip and tear but mark, bruise, brand, identify. I felt her hand slip to her pussy; I imagined two fingers jammed deep in her wet hole, I think she even realized it, her palm roughly pushing against her clit as I sucked a bruise onto her boob. Then she pushed me away, lifting up her breast to admire my handiwork. She looked at me in (mock?) annoyance. “Did I say you could do that?” Then she put her hand over my mouth and I inhaled the sweet, sweet stench of snatch.

I did have a fear for a sec, because what I’d done – mark a dancer -- was certainly way over the line for acceptable schmoe behavior in Club Naw-Tee. I’m no schmoe, but still, I like to think I have at least some class; this wasn’t classy, this was trashy. And Rico, despite all appearances to the contrary, had specific ideas about what constituted trashy, and what he was willing to tolerate at this awful excuse for a boob merchant. Even from me. I glance over and Meat was staring at me, a step closer now, like he’s trying to make a decision. Don’t hurt yourself, pal.

But she’s laughing and hugging me tight – nice -- realizing I really was afraid for a moment. The hug melted into more though, as she pushed me to lie horizontally on the sofa. Straddling me with one rainbow-clad foot on the ground and one bare one next to my leg, she giggled and asked if I could see the others that were fading away. I looked closer in the awful light of this shithole (you can’t complain about ugly if you can’t clearly see ugly, I guess was Rico’s reasoning) and could indeed see a couple fading bruises hidden in the crevices of the teenager’s Marianas Trench cleavage. It turned me on, beyond words.

“Soon the guys started to realize they could see other men’s marks on the suckslut’s big ol’ boobies,” my vision continued, her voice a low oil being dripped onto that spectacular chest she hefted and kneaded again. “And, unbeknownst to our hero, the biggest mouth-whore of Baynaskbra, some of them compared notes.” She continued to paw and mash at her bulky bust, obviously not so much for my pleasure anymore, but because she sincerely loved having her rack mangled, even by her own self. Lizard Brain was on and on about naturally, innocently sexy. Not so innocent, she’s a fucking cocksucking queen, Forebrain yelled happily. I let them argue and contributed nothing. I was unable.

Then she dropped her big tits and looked back at me: “Hey, question?” her tone changed back to the negotiating style we’d been using. “Is there a song you always wanted a dance to, haven’t gotten? Probably not, I know, but I just thought I’d ask. I wanna be the best for you,” she said again shyly. I could tell this retreat to the hey-I’m-just-a-new-girl-here was an act. Still, it was totally endearing and turned me on.

“Hmm,” I thought. “Well, there’s Albino Sunburned Girl, but I don’t think singing about flaky croissants, duckies and yearning guava would do it for you. There’s Awesome Sound, and really either the studio, such as it was ha ha, or the live version works, that’d be cool… If You Could Save Yourself You’d Save Us All is kinda sad, Fluffy’s a tad slow…”

She blinked at me in confusion, then stabbed an accusing finger at the boognish on my tee, the sudden movement making a nice ripple in her topmeat. “This is that Ween shit, isn’t it,” she declared. “Fuckin’ Todd said somebody might start mentioning weird song titles, about weasels and ponies and-or stallions, or something.” I nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah well, Fuckin’ Todd says they’re too strange. Said that if anybody asked for Ween they’d regret it.”

Now as far as I knew, I was the only guy with real musical taste in the whole goddamn building, including the trashy clothing outlet. And Fuckin’ Todd had balked before at my love for Dean and Gene and the boys. So, as much as hearing my nickname for the squeeb come out of this sexy teen’s mouth set my heart aflame, I was progressing beyond annoyed, into mad.

“Fuckin’ Todd said that? What the fuck is it with people having fear of Fuckin’ Todd? It’s Fuckin’ Todd!” Meat, resigned to sneaking gawks at Jennifer while intermittently muttering into his walkie, glanced over with furrowed brow, like I gave a shit.

“Well, uhm,” realizing she’d fucked up. “He’s, uh, got a gun now, I guess?”

“Are you fucking serious?!” I shouted. “A fucking gun?!?” Meat was fully turned to me now, debating whether to approach, as dancers whispered to each other in the shadows. Fuckin’ Todd had almost definitely heard me, because though I’d spotted his scrawny ass in his booth minutes ago, now he’d vanished. I had to deal with this, immediately.

“Hey, hey, shhhh,” the beauty next to me said, and then she was kissing me. It was soft, slow, sensual and perfectly distracting. Her lips are wet and soft against mine and she made small sucking kisses to my lips, cheeks and face. The dust-sense of touch was taking over, that feeling of electricity when another coked-up body of the opposite sex is adjacent. Lizard Brain made a note and put a pin in dealing with the gun-toting jackass, while I relaxed into her kisses, pacified.

“Let’s, uh, have some more, yeah?” She nodded at me eagerly. She says the sweetest things, doesn’t she? Her long arm reached for the bottle, but I clucked my tongue at her, and she withdrew. Holding her to me I shifted to grab it myself, then positioned those bounteous bongos inches from my face. My dream of having this lovely chest as a sniff platform was deliciously realized once more, and she took a quick bump off the back of my hand. Then when I didn’t instantly provide, shook me slightly and pointed at the other nostril. Good, she’s learning, I thought admiringly, tapping a bit more out. Hooork, pinch, smile. She murmured a thank you before gently slipping her tongue in my mouth. It was slick and softly insistent and really, really nice. Then after a second, she sat back up, wiggling with the buzz. “Song. A classic. C’mon, challenge me.”

“Alright you tease, a challenge, hmmm.” Then it hit me, and it was so obvious. “I guess my real main choice that I’ve never had is… Night Prowler. AC/DC.”

Her eyes flashed. “Bon Scott,” she nodded approvingly. “Momma’s favorite.” Again I had a mental flash of what this gorgeous teenager, with her repressed yet incredibly alluring MILF of a mommy standing next to her, must look like; my dick grew two sizes that day, and Jennifer didn’t even notice. “Drunken hero, fuck yeah.” Remember what I said about being impressed by someone’s musical tastes? Yeah. That. “Interesting choice though… Isn’t it about, uh, murder?”

“It is, yup, but the rhythm is slow and insistent, sexy as fuck, and besides… murder can be sexual.” I groped whatever flesh my hand rested on; she shivered, but a faint smile was on her lips. “It’s a tad long, though,” I said with regret, “something like six, seven minutes. Your coworkers won’t like it.”

“So?” Turning a bit, showing me boobage in profile as she continued to straddle my aching weiner, she put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. The audacity of this chick, I thought: white made her bold! It’ll happen. I wasn’t complaining, although Lisa clearly was not at all pleased as Jennifer crooked her finger at the plain-faced waitress. She wouldn’t get too close to our piled-up corpses as Jennifer asked – no, she corrected herself, told – her to get Fuckin’ Todd to play my request. Lisa’s face looked like, the audacity of this chick, then glanced at me. I didn’t say shit and looked at Jennifer’s jumbo jiggly puffs some more, reaching up to tweak her nipples with my thumbs, as in my peripheral Lisa looked like she wanted to retch. Annoyed, Jennifer reiterated the request-made-order. Wordlessly Lisa left us. 

“Bitch,” my lovely muttered, pressing her full weight down on me once more as my arms wrapped around her. “Where was I, in my story…”

“Hickeys,” I said helpfully. I’m a helpful guy. Meanwhile she put her whole body just flat onto me, knowing I was enjoying her weight. It was like that time some chick said she could do Nuru, except that was awful and this was heaven.

“Hickeys,” she giggled, it felt good on me. “Yeah. So as the girl’s, y’know, slutting it around… sorta… The guys notice that there’s like, not just more than one lucky fellow, there’s several receiving my, mmmm, attentions.” She’s writhing against me on the sofa and she’s heavy and I don’t care and she’s rubbing her hot, warm crotch against the fat lump in my jeans I think was my dick, it was hard to tell anymore with the way snow was tickling my nerve endings so magically right then. “Soooo, one day I… shit, I mean this girl,” she bit my earlobe, “went to see one special friend, or so she thought, when actually it was like, fifteen friends.”

I wanted to make a low whistle but my mouth was dryer than Ben Shapiro’s wife. “Fifteen, wow.” That didn’t really communicate my admiration for such a feat, but whatever. “Was it scary?”

She spread her legs and humped my covered cock. “Yeah at first,” she whispered. “But one of my… older, very very special friends…” She smiled big at the memory. “He made it really fucking clear, in front of me where I could hear, that nobody was gonna hurt me, I mean really hurt me… nobody’s taking pictures, the minute I said bug everybody’s out, and nobody was gonna try to fuck me. Her… Oh fuck it,” she whined. As she pressed against me I could feel wetness. She’s so goddamn horny she’s dampened my jeans, Forebrain spun out in waves, the audacity of this chick. 

“Sooo… it was like, ninety minutes. They were… just rough enough.” The tongue in my ear again, and then her groping hand was squeezing and rubbing me. No move to undo my pants yet, but very interested in my erection. “They passed me around. They fucked my tits like sooo much,” she pressed them into my chest, her nipples poking firm against me. “I had hands on cocks, and my mouth on a dick almost in my throat, and some other guy jamming his rod at my fuckin’ sternum, and even a few times there was that guy wrapping his cock in my hair… But all that was just, just fine,” a happy sigh was hot breath in my ear. “They’d pinch my nipples and squeeze my tits and I’d just cum, over and over, and over.” I could feel her smile in my ear as her hands went back to mine, interlacing our fingers, emphasizing her words by rutting against my hard-on. It was starting to almost hurt. I’d let her do it forever. But a question occurred.

“Did all those fingers in your pussy make you sore? I know that can hurt.” I could see it all in my head the way she described it, imagining her getting fingerbanged by guys of all sizes as she slurped dick. 

But she just snickered. “Oh no, baby, that was one of the rules. And all my special friends know that anyway, about my pussy being totally off-limits. But guys can play with my tits… Hell, when I play with my tits just right... I can come, baby. Hard,” she gushed in my ear, squishing her chest against me. 

I reeled a second. “What does that mean, your pussy being totally off-limits?” 

She pushed up, and rose to look me in the eye, her heavy tits still against me, her hot damp pussy still barely separated from my aching cock. “What do you think it means?” 

Sometimes I’m not very smart. I have Forebrain and Lizard Brain to help me out, but the guy in the middle does a lot of drugs, and I hear that can have effects on brainpower. “That you’re… a…”

She crashed back down onto me and her voice was hot and moist in my ear. “That’s right mister,” she was on fire against me, “this little girl has never had a cock in her cunt ever, ever ever.”

And I swear to fucking god, this teenage, statuesque, voluptuous, goddess of a girl jerked her clit against my dick and came like gangbusters, twitching against me and gasping. I just tried to hold her in place on top of me as spasms roiled her delicious flesh against mine. It was like riding a bull, I guessed, except I was underneath the bucking beast and trying to actually keep it on top of me. Then her motions began to taper, her breathing resumed and got slower and louder in my ear, and she whispered, “jesus fuck, jesus fuck, jesus fuck,” over and over into my neck. It was easily peak sex for me, and I hadn’t even cum yet.

Then Fuckin’ Todd was saying something about dancers taking a break and a special request, and the opening chords to the final song on Highway To Hell ring out. And she was up, and she’s pulling me to sit up as well. “I’m just getting started,” she grinned deliciously. “Second song of your lapdance, here we go.”

Chapter 4 is days away! Let me know if you're enjoying this! Happy reading!

Included: mild cnc, blood, use of non-lethal weapons, bdsm, daddy kink

My husband plays airsoft, and the playing field is in the middle of the woods. One day he was planning on practicing out there for a while, and asked if I wanted to come along. He smiled and said he had something planned for me. I eagerly agreed.

It was a cool evening, with the sun slowly setting as we arrived at the field. He was dressed in his tactical gear, and I was wearing my running shoes, short black cargo shorts, and a gray hoodie. He began to lay out his guns and get them loaded. He said he would start with some target practice. He told me this would be pretty boring and that I should go explore the woods instead. It was my first time visiting the field and I was excited to check it out. The field stretches a little over a square mile. There's paths, buildings for cover, and a pond off to one side. He handed me a walkie talkie so we could stay in touch, then sent me down the path that led to the pond.

After walking down the path for a while I began to hear gunfire in the distance. The sound was a little jarring, but I continued on, enjoying the fall colors. I approached a small clearing and started to hear frogs croaking. This must be it!

The pond area was beautiful. The water was clear, there were some fish coming to the top making ripples, and the small clearing gave me the perfect view of the sunset. As I approached the pond, the gunfire in the distance slowed, then came to a stop. I reached down and turned the walkie on. I pressed the button and said "Hey, are you done already?". He didn't respond.

I leaned back against a tree, and after a bit I tried the walkie again. "Meet me by the pond? Over." I giggled after saying "over". Still no response from him. Oh well, I thought, I'll just enjoy this view by myself for a while.

Eventually the sun reached the top of the tree line, and the woods started to darken. Wondering what was taking my husband so long, I reached down to use the walkie one more time, when I heard footsteps approaching. I turned around and heard more gunfire, this time with bullets landing near my feet. I jumped back, and said "what the?", then I looked up and saw..

not my husband. It was someone shorter, leaner, and dressed in gray camo. He smiled under his visor and said "Run fast". He held up his assault rifle, then unloaded a few more rounds at my feet.

Adrenaline pumping, I turned on my heels and dashed into the woods. Moving quickly, I heard more gunfire behind me, and the sound of bullets bouncing off nearby trees. Finally my walkie came on. "We're coming for you babe. See you soon."

This must be what he had planned for me, I thought. I had wanted to try CNC for a while now.. but I didn't think long because I felt a bullet hit right in the middle of my back.

It was a sharp, stinging pain. My heartrate quickened. I ran down the path, looking for a building to take cover in.

Since it was quickly getting dark, it was much harder to see. I was pushing my way through some brush when I tripped and fell over a large branch, landing on my hands and knees. I felt a sharp stinging coming from my left knee. "Shit" I whispered. Checking myself out, I could just barely see that I scraped my knee and was bleeding a bit. I stood up and realized that I dropped my walkie. I bent down, digging through the fallen leaves trying to find it when I heard it come on: "I see you". I was reaching for it when I felt hands on me, pulling me up and restraining me.

My husband walked up out of the darkness, took off his mask, and gave me a dark smile. "I know you've been wanting this for a while, babe. This seemed like the perfect opportunity."

I was being pulled backwards as my husband picked up my walkie talkie. Struggling a bit, I felt my arms being pulled behind me, and wrapped around a tree. Then I heard velcro coming apart, and felt something hard tighten around my wrists.

My heart was pounding as I stared at my husband. He came closer, standing about a foot in front of me. He thanked the other guy and nodded off to the side, signaling that he should go now.

The other guy nodded back and left, slowly disappearing into the darkness.

My husband started unbuckling his vest, taking it off and gently sat it on the ground. "I thought it would be a little harder to catch you" he laughed, "but now that we're here.."

He stood directly in front of me, and pushed my shorts and panties down to my ankles. "step out" he commanded.

I did, and he kicked them aside.

He pulled my gray hoodie up and exposed my bare stomach and breasts. My nipples hardened immediately in the cool air. "Naughty little thing, leaving the house without a bra. Open your mouth"

I did, and he put the bottom hem of my hoodie in my mouth "Hold it here". I bit down, holding it in place.

He took off his gloves and gently cupped my breasts in his hands. Running his thumbs over my nipples, before he leaned down and took one into his mouth. He licked gently, and started sucking. I moaned into my hoodie, arching my back. He used one hand to gently twist and pinch my other nipple. I could feel heat pooling in my abdomen.

He switched sides, taking my other nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. His hands started to wander, slowly going down, until he reached my slit. I flinched at his cool touch, but rolled my hips forward to feel the sensation again.

"You really did want this" he muttered, and started to slowly circle my clit.

"Fuck" he grunts out. Backing up, he smiled, and started removing his belt. He quickly undid the velcro, and unzipped his pants. His rock hard cock sprung out and he closed in on me again.

I could feel myself getting even wetter with anticipation.

His warm body pressed against mine, and the tree dug into my back. He kicked my feet apart, then I felt his cock slide between my legs, teasing me. He brought his face down to mine, and kissed me deeply. Sucking in my bottom lip, then biting it and pulling back. I felt a little snap, and tasted copper.

"Remind me who you belong to" he whispered.

Breathing heavily I replied "I belong to you, Daddy".

"Good girl" he breathed, reaching behind me and cutting my zip tie loose.

"Now move" he grabbed my upper arm and tossed me over a boulder nearby.

"Bend over. Spread your legs and show me how wet you are"

I leaned forward over the boulder.

I felt his fingers trace my pussy again. "So fucking wet" he says.

Then his hand came down on my ass, hard. I yelped, leaning further over the rock.

He spanked me again, just as hard. This time I let out a loud moan.

I heard his pants drop and the leaves crunching. His hands grab my hips, and his cock pressed against my entrance.

Without any more warning he shoved his cock inside me. I gasped loudly, and pushed back into him. He slid out slowly, then slammed back into me.

Now going hard and fast, with his balls slapping against me, he reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair.. twisting my length around his hand and yanking my head backward.

His pace quickened, and he was getting even harder inside me. "Fuck" he grunted out. He let go of my hair and gave my ass another hard slap. My pussy flexed around him. He pulled his cock out, and I felt heat as he shot his load onto me.

Then he shoved his fingers inside of me. 2, then 3.

"I'm not done with you yet".

He hooked them just right, pressing against my g-spot. He slid them in and out slowly at first, playing with me. I could feel my orgasm building. "I'm close, Daddy" I moan out.

He quickened his pace, going hard and fast. In no time I felt that warm wave wash over me. My pussy tightened around his fingers, my wetness pouring out all over his hand.

I slumped over the boulder. My husband pulled his pants up and walked in front of me. With one hand he cupped my chin, making me look up at him.

"You did good, babe."

He gently took my hand and helped me up. He ran his fingers through my hair, and slowly brought my head to his chest, giving me a long embrace.

We gathered our things, trekked back to the parking area, and headed home.

"Right this way please," the maitre'd said as he ushered the two of them into the dining room.

The two story ceiling loomed overhead as a wide, bright chandelier sparkled in the center of the room. As they followed along to their table Ulf admired Frida's form, her black dress clung tightly around her midsection then opened to reveal her pale skin between her shoulder blades. Her hair was up in a clip that matched her earrings and accent color on her dress. Her ability to tie in the various parts of her outfit with the others, always impressed him and brought a smile to his face.

The maitre'd pulled a chair out and motioned to Frida with a slight bow, "Ma'am."

"Thank you," she replied as she sat down gently. She looked over to find Ulf grinning at her from across the table. "What's got you grinning?"

"As soon as we walked in, it reminded me of the last time we went out for a fancy dinner. We left that night having formed a hypothesis that if there's a large chandelier in the dining room, the maitre'd is almost guaranteed to take my job and pull the seat out for you. So far now we're 2/2 on that...looking forward to testing that theory for as long as the gods allow us," Ulf replied, smiling gently and looking directly at her the entire time.

Her grin grew and she looked down at the table as their waiter appeared with menus and a bottle of wine.

"The Chardonnay you requested, sir," the waiter said with a slight bow.

"Thank you sir! We'll take care of the bottle service as we look over the menus," Ulf replied as he leaned forward to pour Frida a glass of wine. As their waiter walked off, Ulf continued, "I see you looking at me wondering what the deal is with the surprise wine bottle delivery. Do you remember when we first met last spring on that winery tour and by the end of it we left as sort of a couple?" As he finished the sentence, Ulf set the bottle down to show her the label.

"From the winery on the shore?? You sly dog, you!"

"Fairly certain we agreed it was probably the best wine we've ever had, so I figured we oughta take another run at that theory now that we're so cultured in the ways of wine together," he ended on a chuckle. "There's at least a decent chance it tasted so good because it was our last stop on the tour and we were both a bit bubbly by then."

"I will say that even while sober as most judges, my first sip was incredible and I think I've reached the same conclusion," she said. Her quiet voice filling his head with the magical power of an angel. A room with so much background noise, other couples talking about this, that, and the other thing, kitchen sounds in the distance, etc....for Ulf, that all went completely silent when she spoke, and the volume of her voice was almost never loud. It was the closest thing he'd ever felt to someone's voice being the equivalent of cutting edge noise cancelling headphones directly into his ears. To him, she represented every bit of her namesake..."Peace".

He paused, smiling and staring at her in reflection for many seconds before speaking. "We best take a look at these menus and get our order in, Chipmunk. Got some business to discuss and there's no need to have the waiter stop in in the middle of it. Something we've discussed a tad in the past, but I'd like to continue the discussion in a real way tonight. Now let's look at all this food I can't pronounce and continue post meal selection."

"What all are you playing at here?" she asked, almost sounding annoyed.

"Not a marriage proposal! Sorry if I scared you with the lead up there....I know we're both squarely committed to not getting married. It does involved a commitment nonetheless. A serious one. On both our parts. But that's all I can say for now," he grinned in a smiling, happy way. "Now....let's see if the waiter keeps a straight face when I order the Bouillabaisse."

End Part 1

Thank you to anyone who took the time to read. Happy to receive any feedback (good or bad) but I'm mostly just exploring the genre of writing and seeing where my brain takes it. Don't hesitate to shine, whether your light is extra bright or feeling dimmer. The world needs all the light it can get. Much love 🤍

This story is a work of fiction to celebrate all our beautiful Cosplay Girls. I will leave their fates open ended as I don’t want to focus or suggest any preferences or kinks without their permission. I’ve included a small selection from this wonderful community but please add your own favourites to the comments, this is not an exhaustive list by any means.

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There are thousands of comicons across the world, so new conventions sometimes struggle to gain traction or publicity. But this one seemed different. Simply known as Inferno, it was making waves in the adult cosplay communities.

A journey through seven levels of cosplay hell, starting with classic full costumes and light themes, descending slowly into the most perverse and devious cosplay. Each level featured its own hall, with exhibitors, photo ops, merch, displays and the competition.

The competition was the key event and took place on the hour, every hour. Contestants could only progress through the levels by completing them in turn. If you dropped out or didn’t pass, then a forfeit would be applied for the rest of the convention. Each level of the competition was more intense than the last, when a contestant proceeded to the next stage, they had to pay the tax of a single item of clothing from their costume.

The first competition level had no restrictions, all costumes were welcome and the task was to perform a series of emotes and poses to entertain the crowd. As the crowd grew, filling the auditorium, the contestants entered the stage.

Zoe Volf was first on stage, striding in with a stunning tight and vibrant blue costume, two fans twirling around in recognisable poses. Her smooth skin contrasted with the electric blue costume, long dark hair cascading behind her in a ponytail. The announcer cried out over the PA system “ladies and gentlemen, Zoe Volf as Kitana!”

The crowd continued to roar as the announcer called out “from one bright blue fighter to another, who will win this battle? Presenting Chun-Li by Hips Don’t Kawaii!” Dancing out onto stage, her identity masked by a silk blue face mask that matched her costume. Almost identical to the vivid blue of Kitana, but whereas Zoe’s costume was tight, barely containing her curvy breasts and shape, Hips Don’t Kawaii’s costume was loose and flowed around her slender frame as she moved. She exuded energy as she bounced across the stage. The two girls greeted each other with a smile and faced off, forming the classic fighting poses of their characters.

“And now… let’s break up these fighters with everyone’s favourite fairy. Presenting Grace the Cosplay Lass as Tinkerbell!” Skipping on stage with a cheeky smile, Grace was barefoot, her Tinkerbell costume a green leafy corset, a small arm band and anklet and a pair of iridescent fairy wings. The wings seemed to flutter as she skipped across the stage. She waved her wand at the two fighters and they relaxed and started chatting together.

“And now, with a new account this little firecracker is coming out swinging! Presenting Hana Cutie as Harley Quinn!” Jumping out onto stage wielding a large mallet, Hana stomped down with chunky black knee high boots. Her trousers, short top and forearm sleeves alternating red and black. Her black choker and bright blonde pigtails finish the look and she continued to stomp across the stage to the others before greeting the crowd.

“From bright and colourful to dark and brooding, let’s give it up for our very own Wednesday Adams, Kalinka Fox!” Ashen white makeup, dark eyes and long black plaits, Kalinka bears a striking resemblance to her character and she slowly glides across the stage. Her outfit pitch black, stockings leading up to a lacy thong, followed by a tight corset that stopped just below her breasts leaving them fully exposed. Swaying as she walked, she embodied the mannerisms and movements of the most recent Wednesday perfectly. He hair sways from side to side, occasionally obscuring her nipples.

“Chilling! Now prepare yourself for this bundle of fun, Hana Ame as Mary Bunny!” Bouncing across the stage with little bunny hops, the crowd didn’t notice the detail of her matching white stockings and arm length gloves, nor her blue bunny ears or collar. Instead they were drawn to her chest, her G cups bouncing around, threatening to spill out of the barely existent and mostly transparent one piece. Hana had also taken time to oil herself, skin glistening in the light as she jiggled across the stage.

“Our penultimate contestant for this round might look sweet, but she’s no Baby Doll, welcome Amanda Welp!” Platinum blonde hair flashed across the stage as Amanda skips to the centre. The skirt of her Baby Doll costume barely covered her cheeks and floated as she skipped, it was difficult to see if she was wearing any underwear, if she was there wasn’t much of it. She reached the centre and pretended to pick up something from the floor, bending over away from the audience to give them a better view and reveal a sliver of fabric between her cheeks.

“Our final contestant is usually pretty loud, but today she is Quiet! Presenting Oktokuro!” Striding out onto the stage, Oktokuro wore heavy combat boots, tattered tights, a thong pulled high over her hips, one short black glove, one black sleeve and tactical gear. Her breasts swung freely as she strode the stage to stare down her rivals, long brown hair in a loose ponytail and heavy eye shadow completed the look.

“With everyone now gathered let’s run through the house rules! Any contestant that fails or quits a level must spend an hour in our splatter booths. You might have spotted these narrow booths around the venue, a bit like old phone booths. Well what you might not have realised, is that there is a gallery above each booth where guests can show their appreciation for the trapped contestant with a quick sexual release!”

“The stakes get higher as the levels progress, so not only will the contestants have fewer items of clothing, but we will also introduce various shackles and poses. We won’t spoil everything, but needless to say the stakes get very high in the later levels if you fail.”

A spotlight shines down on the nearest splatter booth revealing a petite girl in a cheerleader outfit pulled down to her waist to expose her modest chest. Her hands were cuffed behind her and her face and chest showed glistening white streaks, previewing a future for any dropouts. The girls on stage watched the girl receive a fresh load across her face, some winced, a couple smiled and one girl licked her lips and blew a kiss to the trapped girl.

“As for the levels, you may know the first four, but we will try to keep the final three a surprise. Don’t worry, it will be exciting!”

“The first level is easy, a warm up to confirm your desire to take part, and an opportunity to avoid punishment if this isn’t for you. The contestants must face each other in a pose off, using the classic poses of their characters. Points will be awarded to the most dynamic, exciting and accurate poses, but the losers will face no forfeit this round. Once points are scored the first item of clothing may be donated to proceed.

The girls looked at each other, mentally calculating who had more items they could afford to lose, and who looked competitive.

“The second level is a test of concentration. We will place small vibrators against your most sensitive areas, remotely controlled by the other contestants. You must complete a dance routine of your choice without stopping or climaxing to proceed. Again one more item of clothing will be required to progress. At the second stage the forfeit will include an hour in the splatter both and the removal of a key item of clothing.”

“Don’t fear, we are not too mean as to let you suffer for too long. The third challenge is easy, you get to control the remotes and will have 10 minutes to reach that climax you were previously denied. We will know if you are faking and expect to see a great performance for the crowd. Succeed and donating one more item of clothing will permit you to progress. At this stage, the forfeit will include the complete removal of your costume. Your hands will also be cuffed behind your back, to prevent unfair shielding from your punishment.”

“The final level we will reveal now is an audience participation challenge. You will compete to see who can satisfy the most guests in 10 minutes. You may use any techniques you wish, from dancing and verbal encouragement (well, maybe not Quiet) to physical interactions. All guests have been tested on entry and will have a clean bill of health. Toys and other items will be available if desired. The contestant with the least will automatically fail. The forfeit for this challenge will include being shackled to the splatter booth to increase exposure. My personal favourite is lying on your back with your limbs chained to the corners, but it’s not up to me!”

The girls exchanged glances. They were all beautiful and confident in their own bodies, but some weren’t used to this level of public exposure or overt sexual acts. There was also the issue of how many levels each could progress before being utterly naked.

“If any of you are wondering what to do when you run out of clothes, we have a solution. A voluntary 10 minute stint in the splatter booth between levels will earn you 1 item of clothing. However, only small items such as bands or gloves will go without extra conditions. If you wish to return a core clothing element, you must elevate your challenge. We like to keep this part simple. Whatever the item of clothing will cover, that must be the target. If you want your bra back, expect your breasts to be splattered!”

The crowd cheered on that note. After the noise died down, one girl raised a hand for a question. She asked what they will do and wear between rounds of the contest.

“Great question my dear! You may roam the halls, see the exhibits, eat to the food hall, all as any other guest would. But whatever state you end the level in, that’s the state you must continue. Attempting to cover up or alter your condition will result in the maximum forfeit in a splatter booth, for the remainder of the convention.”

Another question. A contestant asks what the cheerleader’s failing was and why she was picked to go in a booth.

“She tried to skip a queue for one of our events, so we are making an example of her. Don’t worry though, she’s only in our third tier splatter booth, we were quite lenient with her. She’ll be out soon and we will even remove the cuffs, but she won’t be allowed to touch her outfit or clean herself up. Otherwise she might find herself in the sizing booth.”

What’s the sizing booth? The question was immediate and al of the girls looked curious.

“Oh, well that’s for really naughty people. We lock them in a box, shackled tight with only their rears poking out. Then we test out toys of all shapes and sizes on them, to see what sort of toy best fits them and what their limits are. We like to be thorough and even have leaderboards for length and girth, for both holes naturally. Don’t worry, it is closely supervised and no real harm is done, other than some light stretching and soreness.”

Several of the girls blushed heavily and one looked very nervous.

“Oh don’t fear, the sizing booth isn’t a level forfeit in the competition until at least level 5, though there are other booths and forfeits we save for the best bits.”

“So with the rules laid out and contestants gathered, is everyone ready to proceed, or would anyone like to forfeit now and leave without punishments”

The girls looked amongst themselves and turned to answer in turn…

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I hope you like this little tribute to our sexy sisters over at Cosplay Girls. If time and character limits allowed I would include many more. I selected these girls as they have each provided inspiration for characters at some point when writing my little stories.

Are there any other girls I should have included (other than all of them!)?

I won’t continue this piece for now, as I wouldn’t want to include real people in a narrative without their direct knowledge or consent. For clarity, whilst they are at the imagined event in this story, they could all just walk away without forfeit, safe from my designs. I’ve also only used descriptions of cosplay they have publicly posted from their own profiles.

I’d also love to know what you all think of the convention concept?

It was an unseasonably warm morning for the first November. The sky was clear, and absent the usual umbrella of clouds, walking commuters were enjoying an unexpectedly pleasant stroll to work.

Arianne was not most commuters. Where they were freshly made up for a day in the office, her make up was suggestive, but stale. Where they were dressed professionally, she was wearing a tight, cheap dress, reminiscent of an adolescent fantasy of what a nurse might wear for a shift in the sex hospital. 

She had bought a size down to accentuate her curves, she considered her round tits and juicy ass to be her best features. Unfortunately her costume was designed with a row of buttons down the front, and at some point the night before the top half had all burst, forcing her to hold the upper part of her dress closed with her left hand now. Her right hand held her high heels, while she walked barefoot, another item of clothing where function now failed her in the name of form.

When she set out this morning, she might have expected to be part of a community of worse for wear, costume clad revellers making their way home after ending Halloween night in unplanned lodgings. Instead, as far as she could see, she was the only one.

She drew a hundred looks, whispers and sniggers from the commuters all around her, but fortunately for her, Arianne was much too hungover to care.

She stood at a corner, separate from the rest of the crowd, waiting for a light to change, When a car suddenly screeched to a halt in front of her. The window rolled down, and a handsome man with curly hair and a cheeky smile called out to her from the driver seat, “Hellooooo Nurse.”

Arianne smiled warmly at him as she bent forward to look inside the vehicle, “Ben!”

“You look like you had a good night?”

“To tell you the truth I’ve had better. Give me a lift home and I’ll tell you all about it?”

“Get in.”

She smirked and settled into the seat. The car set off and she reclined in the seat and released her hold on her dress so that her red, lacey bra was visible to him, the sheer material just barely containing her tits and doing nothing to hide her nipples.

Ben glanced at her and smirked, “I bet that costume went down well with the guys last night?”

Arianne stretched her hands up over her head and sighed, “I got a few compliments.”

Ben did his best to concentrate on the road as he navigated the city blocks, “You ended up in some stranger's bed then?”

“You know me,” she said with a dramatic pout, “but I was desperate to be fucked and it didn’t happen.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“Can you believe I was sucking his cock and he passed out?”

Ben grinned, “Well, I know what a blowjob from you feels like, and…. No, I can’t believe that.”

“Well, it happened. Do you know why I went home with him?”

“Why?”

“Because he was wearing a Superman costume, like the one you like to wear. He reminded me of the last halloween before you met Heidi, when you fucked my brains out in that costume. I still get a pavlovian response to Superman in my cunt.”

“Oh,” Ben said, eyes wide in surprise.

“How is Heidi these days?”

“She’s good.”

“Does she suck your cock as well as I used to?”

“Uhhhh,” Ben’s face was visibly turning red, “She doesn’t really like to give oral.”

Arianne suddenly had a wicked smile on her face, “Oh my god, she doesn’t suck your cock? You must be desperate for a blowjob?”

“I’m not,” Ben laughed awkwardly.

“Come on, I know how much you love having your cock sucked.”

“Arianne, stop. Believe me, I’m a very satisfied man.”

Arianne moved closer to him, placing a hand on his crotch, feeling his hard cock through his jeans, “I can make you more satisfied.”

“I can’t….”

“You can. You don’t even need to do anything. Just relax and let me take care of you. I just want to say thanks for the ride. She’ll never know.”

Ben paused, then nodded, and Arianne set to work opening his trousers, releasing a long, hard cock. Ben reached over and grabbed her tit through her bra, drawing a soft moan from Arianne.

Arianne gripped the base of his cock with a hand and leaned over and took the tip inside her mouth. She closed her eyes while she held him with her lips, and bobbed her head to slide them up and down his length.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as he navigated the streets and squeezed her tit, “Christ,I forgot how good your lips feel!”

His hand snuck inside the cup of her bra and found a nipple, and he twisted it gently, drawing a muffled moan from Arianne. Then he moved his hand from her tit to the back of her head and applied a small amount of downward force, which drew another moan.

She put her spare hand up her dress to touch herself, her fingers moved rapidly side to side and soon she had to let his cock fall out of her mouth as she came, moaning loudly all the while.

She grinned widely at him, “Thanks, I need that.” Then, she took him back in her mouth.

“My god, you are such a filthy cock-slut,” he said as she bobbed her head, her lips slid up and down his saliva-slick shaft. He pulled her dress up so he could see her ass framed by her scarlet thong. His hand settled on the skin of her cheek as he did his best to concentrate on the road.

Ben slipped down a side street into a small, empty car park. He killed the engine and relaxed, and closed his eyes.

Arianne released his cock from her lips and looked curiously up at him, “Where are we?”

“Somewhere private.”

“Good.”

She moved to straddle him in the driver seat and kissed his lips. His hands undid the remaining buttons on her dress and opened it. His hand touched her through her thong, then his fingers slipped inside to rub her clit.

She pulled her tits out of their cups, one at a time, and he reached down to suck on a nipple. Then, she pulled her thong aside and lined up his cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, taking it easily inside her.

“Oh my god Ben, I’ve missed your cock so bad,” she moaned as she raised and lowered herself, sliding him in and out of her body, “It feels so nice.”

Ben released her nipple and went to kiss her again.

“Am I a better fuck than Heidi?” Arianne asked.

“Yes,” Ben breathed, before adding, “I’m close.”

“It’s ok, you can cum in me like you used to,” Arianne said with a broad, warm smile on her face.

Ben nodded, before wrapping his lips around a nipple once again. Arianne’s hand snaked down between their bodies to find her clit and started to rub it furiously.

They came together, Arianne with a shout and scream, Ben with a grunt. Arianne’s body jerked and writhed in pleasure as she accepted the gift of Ben’s cum. Her orgasm ended, she smiled down at him, while he stared back at her in horror.

“Relax,” Arianne said as she climbed off him, and fixed up her underwear and redid the last few buttons on her dress, “You knew what you were doing when you picked me up. I’m on the pill, it’s not like you’re going to knock me up.”

“Can you just not tell anyone about this?”

“Of course! It’s just between you and me and that’s all it ever has to be.”

Ben visibly relaxed as he drove her back to her apartment building. Arianne stepped out of the car and turned to say goodbye, “Give me a call when you want to do this again.”

Ben sighed, “I won’t.”

“Yes you will,” With that she turned and walked through the door, leaving him staring after her.

 I arrived quite early at Jane’s place. We were having an end of summer party before returning to college for another year. I didn’t wait long at the door after I knocked.
“Kate!” His gentle voice exclaimed
“Hi Mr D!” I replied with a smile. Janes father was a nice man, and you wouldn’t expect him to be in his late 40’s. He kept in shape and took lots of care with his appearance. It would be easy to mistake him as Jane’s older brother, or cousin.

“You are awfully early missy!”
“Yeah! I just wanted to hang out with Jane for a bit and maybe help her out with setting things up before people started arriving”
“Well we are pretty much set up, and good to go. She should be downstairs soon, Anything I can do for you in the meantime?” His smile was intoxicating.
“I’ll just make my way to the back yard, I’ll wait for her by the pool”
“Very well, make your self at home, you know your way around here. Want a beer, cider or cooler?”
“Trying to get me drunk already?”
He laughed at me. I made my way through the house, feeling his gaze upon me.

Once in her backyard, I made myself comfortable by the pool, unbuttoning my top, reviling my light blue bikini top. I began moving my hands to unbutton my daisy duke shorts, when I heard a voice cry out.
“Getting naked already slut?” Jane giggled
“I might if you pay me enough, no free shows here” I clapped back.
We giggled for a little.
“What brings you here so early, I wasn’t expecting anyone until at least 5 tonight.”
“Your dad invited me over early”
“He didn’t!” Jane gasped in disbelief, a look of shock and fear coming over her.
I laughed, “No, no, I just wanted to hang out with you for a bit, maybe tan for a bit, and help you set up.  Got a problem with that? Or do I need to find myself a new bestie?”
“Don’t even joke about that Kate! Oh my god!” she exclaimed as color slowly came back to her face.

Jane ended up getting comfy in the other lounge chair on the deck. Eventually stripping down to her bikini as well. We continued to talk and laugh enjoying the midday sun. Jane was just starting to tell me about a guy from one of her elective classes, when the sound of footsteps approaching halted her story.
“I can see you are definitely too busy to make the punch”  
“Oh daddy, I’m sorry!” Jane apologetically said
Mr. D Laughed, and placed down two glass on the little table between us.
“Well, hopefully I made it right.” There was mischief hiding behind his smile. He was watching intently as we raised our glasses and brought the straws to our lips. Jane immediately made a face as she tasted the drink. I tried my best not to react to the overpowering taste of vodka.
“Come on, it cant be that bad, Kate seems to like it”
“These are way too strong!” Jane protested
“Maybe he gave you my drink by accident” I said with a grin. Jane turned beat red and nearly coughed up her drink at my insinuation. Mr. D erupted into a deep laugh.
“Kaaaaaaate!” She wined as she tried to regain her composure.
“But yeah, she’s right, these are pretty strong” I managed to say through my laughter.

“I just wanted to rile you two up. The punch isn’t actually that strong.”
I could feel his gaze moving from my glass, up my arm and to my chest. I couldn’t help but smile playfully at him, as Jane began to relax again. Mr. D began to walk away from us when he turned around suddenly and tossed a bottle of sunscreen onto my lap.
“Oh yea, almost forgot about this. Can’t let you two turn into lobsters before the party starts. Not a very cute look” he said with a wink began walking towards the house.

“No tan lines?” I asked Jane as I heard the sliding door of her house shut.
“KATE!” She replied and slapped my arm.
“Come on? Just for a little bit! We have plenty of time!”
“And what if he comes back outside?”
“Well then he’s probably going to be distracted by me, long enough for you to get your top back on”
Unable to find words, she slapped my arm again, her face once again turning red.
“Babe, you look sun burnt already!” I said with a giggle
Jane took a deep breath, and we both managed to laugh.

“I am serious though” I said, this time with some more intensity in my voice.
She looked around the back yard cautiously, as if she needed to double check that the tall wooden privacy fence was still there. Finally she looked behind us towards the house, scanning the large windows, and glass sliding door.
“Okay fine, but only for like 40 minute. Tops only”
She had an intensity in her eyes as she said those words. I nodded, agreeing to her terms, as she set up a timer on her phone.

This wasn’t the first time we have seen each other topless, nor the first time we tanned topless together. Usually when this happens, her father isn’t around. Of course, I wanted to push her limits. As she stayed reclined in her chair, carefully sliding out of her top, I stood up. Keeping my back to the house, I slowly shimmied by bright blue bikini bottoms as low as they could go on my hip. I then reached back, untying the lower knot of my bikini top, before slowly, lifting it over my head. The whole time I was thinking of how maddening of a tease this must be for her father, if he happened to be by the kitchen window. Looking back over at Jane as I slowly slid back into my chair, I saw that familiar look of shock, wonder and fear.

 I have always gotten a sense of enjoyment getting her worked up. Her face becomes a vibrant canvas of emotion. Her shoulders tighten up, pushing her chest out more, and her breathing becomes shallow and sporadic. I don’t think she is even aware of how readable she really is, or how cute and vulnerable she looks when she gets nervous like this.

Leaning back in my chair, I began rubbing in some of the sunscreen Mr. D had left us. By the time I was done with it, and passed it off to Jane, She seemed relaxed again, no longer over come by the panic and discomfort I put her through. I smiled at her, and she shook her head slightly, but a smile tugged at her lips in return. We continued to lie there, soaking up the afternoon sun unbothered. Yet I couldn’t help but feel like I was basking in the gaze of something else.

“So who’s this guy you were about to tell me about?”
“Oh my god! Yeah! Steven! Yeah, I invited him tonight. Hes from my sociology elective…….”
Jane continued on about him, and how they would hang out in class last semester, as well as how sweet and nice he is.
“So why am I only hearing about him now?” I asked quizzically
“Well… I didn’t think he was that into me…”
“Jane! Really? You don’t think guys are into you? Have you never seen the attention we get when we go out together?”
“I just… I don’t know…. Everyone always seems to gravitate towards you….”
“Jane… honey… you need to stop being so shy! You shut out all these guys before they have a chance!”
As much as I love her, her biggest fault is how shy she can be. In many ways she’s a total opposite to me. She is no where near as out going and…. Adventurous as I am. I almost feel as if it wasn’t for me, she would be a total shut in.

She did start to look upset, like a scolded puppy. Which is totally not what I wanted to happen. More than anything, I was happy that she was coming out of her shell. I sat up and turned to her. Completely ignoring the fact that her dad might be getting a good look at me. I leaned across the gap between out chairs, and hugged her tightly.
“Jane, I’m happy that your talking to someone… I am even happier that your inviting him over!”

She almost seemed to be on the verge of tears, as I tightened my grip on her. Her hands coming up and holding onto my arms.
“Jane, make sure you introduce me to him or point him out right away. I don’t want to get in the way of you two, or interfere in anyway”
A small smile came across her face, as a tear fell from her eye. I gave her a little peck on the check, and she started to laugh finally. Turning and embracing my hug completely, any concerns about modesty were now forgotten about as we were in full view of the house.

This sweet moment of bliss wouldn’t last long. As we tightened up on each other, she slowly began to notice the heat of our skin as our bare breasts were slowly rubbing up against each other. In her classic stressed voice she yelled out “Kaaaaattttttte” before hiding in her self in her chair again. I laughed as I slowly got comfortable in my chair again, purposefully not looking toward the kitchen window, but smiling the whole time.

Eventually, our fun in the sun was abruptly ended by the alarm Jane had set on her phone.
“Is our tanning time already done? Do we really need to put our tops back on?” I questioned.
“Kate!” She replied, slightly annoyed at my suggestion. She had already slid back into her top.
“Okay, fine, I need your help tying my back then” I stated as I stood up, and then dropped the bikini top over my chest. Jane obliged. Once I felt the knot on my back, I looked towards the house and smiled, hoping, maybe someone got a quick peak at me.

 We walked into the kitchen, we saw that Mr. D had been quite busy, picking up the slack with preparing for Jane’s party. The counters and table tops were full of platers and trays loaded up with snacks and drinks.

“Anything I can help with Mr. D?”

“I not sure… I think everything is done, aside from taking it all outside, I didn’t want to be a bother to the two of you earlier.”

“It wouldn’t have been a bother to me” I said with a slight grin, Mr. D was starting g to blush a little. Maybe he did catch a few glimpses at me after all.

“Oh no Kate, besides, everything would start to melt and get warm if I brought it out too early anyways…” His eyes started darting around, his gaze struggling to remain above my waist. Ohhh, I guess I forgot to adjust my bikini bottoms when we finished tanning. My bald, almost entirely exposed mons temping him to stare.

“Ohh” I giggled. Stepping back and forth on the spot, as I slowly pulled the sides of my bikini buttons up to a more appropriate height. Mr. D was rather flush, and very clearly watched every moment of this little show. Unfortunately he was standing on the other side of the counter from me, so I couldn’t see his complete reaction to me.

“Need another top-up of your drink Kate?” He asked trying to change subject and move on.
“More punch please… and I like it strong… Just like my men” at this point, Jane had turned her attention back to us, and was grilling me. I thanked Mr. D with a smile, and made my way over to Jane, to help her with taste testing the various snacks and dips that were waiting on the table. Mr. D quickly found something to busy himself with in the freezer, probably to avoid standing up, and looking towards us.

*****

The guests had started to arrive, We had about 15 people show up from various classes that we had. We were all enjoying ourselves in the pool, and by the food tables. Mr. D Came out and took up his position at the barbeque, making burgers and hot dogs for all of us. He was letting a loose as well, enjoying a beer, conversations and dancing on the spot as much as he could from behind the barbeque.

Even though there were a handful of other beautiful women from college with us, I kept catching Mr. D glancing over at me. I did my best to pretend not to notice, although I did continue to tease as best as I could. If I caught him looking in my direction, I would turn my back to him and adjust my bikini bottoms, or play with my top. Fortunately Jane never noticed this little game that was going on between the two of us.

As the evening progressed, Mr. D finally got out from behind the barbeque, and got comfy at the patio table right next to the collection of coolers. He was engrossed in conversation with a couple of the guys that were at the party. As I journeyed over to the cooler for another drink I would add a little extra bounce into my step. Mr. D took notice immediately, and began turning his head a little bit more in my direction. He thinks he is so slick, and that I am not noticing. I started to add a little bit more sway with my hips in each step as I neared the cooler. He was starting to stare at me now. I slowly bent over and opened up the cooler, taking my time as I dug through the crushed ice to find a cider.

 I slowly, stood back and turned toward Mr. D, as I cracked open the can, and took up sip. I purposely spilled a little on myself, and let out a slight gasp. I then locked eyes with Mr. D, he was blushing, but there was a certain intensity in his glare. The other two guys he was sitting with seemed to be rather oblivious to what was going on between the two of us. It’s truly amazing the how unobservant guys my age can be. I gave Mr. D a cute smile before turning and making my way back to Jane. 

As I made my way through our little crowd of party goers, I came across Jane, and she wasn’t alone. Sitting with her were three other guys that must have just arrived. My heart began to race a bit, one of them must be the guy that Jane was trying to tell me about earlier toady.

“Hey Jane! Who are these guys?” 
“Well this is Thomas, the guy I was telling you about…..”

Hmm, he had his arm comfortably wrapped around Jane, as handsome as he is, he's is going to be off limits to me.

“…. And this is Sean and Jake, they’re on the school baseball team with Thomas” Jane continued.

 I made my introductions and sat myself down between Sean and Jake. I looked around the backyard and saw Mr. D. He clearly wasn’t as happy looking as he was earlier in the night. I’m not sure if it was the one jock being all over his daughter, or me between two more jocks. Maybe it was a combination of both.

“Tonight will be the last night" I said.

Paul and I were walking through a park near my apartment. He seemed to know immediately what I meant. He kept walking but looked over in interest.

"Yes?"

"We’ve given it a lot of thought. With everything that we’ve done, there should be a final night. A night to celebrate our time together.” Paul’s fiancé Kim had been studying abroad for almost two years. She’d just graduated with her doctorate and was due to return to him in a week. To keep Paul from straying while she was away she arranged a number of sexual encounters with my wife Anne. The last such night he had fucked her for the first time.

“Thank you.” He said simple.

Anne was prepared for us when we got to the house. She was waiting for us on the bed, lying flat, in the same position as when he’d fucked her.

She was almost completely nude. There was no outfit this time. All she wore was her white high heels and her panties, already bunched down around her right ankle.

Her legs were spread slightly and her pussy was fully visible, already wet with excitement. It was clear that she had already been fucking herself. The room smelled faintly of her sex. We stayed by the edge of the bed and stared as Anne lay motionless on the bed, presenting herself wantonly.

She reached down between her legs and, with two fingers, she spread her outer lips. She was very wet, her slick arousal covering her soft skin. She paused, letting our eyes devour the sight.

She slowly slid her other hand to down to join the first and she spread her inner lips, almost with a dramatic flair, expose herself deeply, reveling in the intensity of our stares. Her clit glistened like a pink button while her deep hole beckoned. She spread herself slowly, but intently, until she was as wide and as open as she could be. She rested there, pinned by the lustfulness of our gaze. Her pussy got wetter as we watched, until she was almost dripping. She always loved being exposed. The faint aroma of her arousal got stronger, filling the air. We each got hard as we watched her.

She removed a hand, letting herself slowly close for a moment while she reached beside her to grasp a slender glass dildo we had purchased especially for the occasion. She lifted the dildo to her mouth and licked it gently, getting the entire surface wet.

She slowly slide it between her lips. She moaned around the glass as it slid into her mouth and then further, further, back into her throat. She held it deeply inside her mouth for a moment, then pulled it slowly out. She pushed it in again, deeply, then slid it out entirely. She left her mouth open as she pulled out.

She ran the dildo down between her breasts, pausing only briefly to circle one nipple, then down over her stomach and then between her legs. With one hand holding her lips open she ran the shaft the length of her pussy, playing with her clit and rubbing her juices across ever centimeter of exposed flesh. Then she stopped. She raised the dildo over her center and watched us as we watched her. Then she plunged the glass deep inside her.

Her hips thrust upwards and she moaned. The glass parted her flesh and we could see deeply inside her. She slid in and out, coating the glass with her wetness, until she was moaning and gyrating her hips. Then she slid the glass deep, the deepest she’d gone and spread herself wide, letting us look at her, splayed on the bed, pussy wide open, a warm and inviting tunnel beneath the glass shaft.

I fell to my knees beside her and start to lick her pussy while Paul watched. Already aroused she started to moan louder as I slid my tongue through her wetness. With one hand I kept moving the glass dildo while I focused in on her clit with my tongue. I tried to go slow, but Anne had no patience for it. Her pussy already soaking, under Paul’s lustful gaze, she grasped my head with her hand and moaned out.

“Faster”

My tongue lapped at her pussy, pulling at and circling her clit. Anne pulled me in even harder and my tongue’s pace grew, becoming almost frantic. Anne’s legs rose and her other hand went to the back of my head. Her muscles tensed, becoming tighter and tighter until, with one great pull, every muscles in her body tensed and, almost explosively, released. Anne collapse against the bed, exhausted.

She lay there for a moment, then weakly lifted her head and smirked knowingly at Paul. She stood up from the bed and turned around to kneel on the floor. She bent over at the waist and presented her ass high in the air, pressing her chest into cushions we’d laid down.

She reached back and slowly spread her cheeks, opening herself and presenting herself, as if in offering.

Her pussy glistened beckoningly.

Her ass opened invitingly.

I grabbed a bottle of lube and slowly drizzled it out over the top of Anne’s ass, letting the cool liquid trickle down between her crack and flow down to her pussy. I waited until her ass was coated. Then, opening her even more to Paul’s gaze, I slowly worked the lube between her cheeks.

I rubbed in slow circles, giving Anne time to recover from her orgasm, waiting for her hips to start moving in time with my actions. When she started to move I slowly, gently, slide a single finger into her ass. I added lube, pushing the slickness into her ass, until my finger moved freely into her. Even then I didn’t stop, I soaked her with lube, making her incredibly slick, until I could slide a second finger into her tight hole.

I stroked her, softly and gently, until she started to push back against my fingers, until she started to enjoy the sensation of her ass being fingered. Then I moved to one side. I grasp her cheeks and pull her wide, opening her to Paul.

“This is a gift from us to you.” I said. Anne moaned in agreement. She had never loved anal sex. It took a lot for her to enjoy it. This wasn’t about Anne’s pleasure, it was purely a gift. I knew that Paul had never been in Kim’s ass and Kim had only reluctantly agreed to this. Anne wanted something deeply special between her and Paul.

Paul unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He quickly stripped off his shirt and lowered his boxers. His cock was hard, almost painfully so. He knelt behind Anne and lined himself up.

Then, while I held her open for him, he slowly, very slowly, started to slide his cock into my wife’s ass.

The feeling must have been incredible.

Tighter than anything he’d ever felt, hotter than anything he’d ever felt.

He pushed, and pushed until his cock was buried its entire length. Anne grunted softly when he reached his end, then moaned as he started to pull out.

He body shivered and it was like I was watching a conflict unfold inside him. The feeling must have been indescribable, alluring, overpowering. He was torn between a desire to pound her ass as hard as he could and the need to be gentle, to protect her as he fucked her. The conflict within seemed to only heighten his arousal. He began to thrust a little faster, to pick up speed, to work himself into her tightness and her heat. Anne’s hands clutched the pillows hard as he worked, and her grunts got louder and more visceral.

My hands pulled her apart for Paul and he pumped, again and again, driving Anne forward on her knees. The sights, the sounds, the sensations flood over him and, with a deep thrust he erupted. His cock pulsed, hard, into Anne’s heat. His cum flooded into her, making her even slicker, cooling her for the briefest of moments. He thrust and pulsed more than he had before. He filled her ass completely, until his cum started to leak out past his cock

Trying to be gentle, he slowly pulled back, pulling out. Even withdrawing the sensation was almost overwhelming and he shuddered with ecstasy.

He stepped back and I moved behind Anne, still holding her open. Paul’s cum trickled from her ass, down past her already glistening pussy, leaving an erotic trail of white.

I took my cock and put it at the entrance of Anne’s ass and slid in. We’d shared her ass once before and, even though she been stretched by another man’s cock, he had been smaller than I was and I’d still hurt her.

This time she was looser. We’d prepared her well and Paul’s cock was only slight smaller than mine. She was stretched wide and Paul had come prodigiously, adding to the lube, making it easier to slide in, easier to go deep. But the heat was still be there, maybe even more than in the past, heated by the friction of Paul’s fucking. The heat, the pressure and knowing that the smooth glide was from his cum in my wife combine together to make it one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

I thrust hard, rapidly losing control of myself. Anne grunted beneath my onslaught, occasionally moaning with pleasure when I hit things just right.

I pumped hard, overcome. Pushing and then pushing again, Paul’s cum letting me reach deeper than I ever had. I couldn’t last long. Everything faded beneath the weight of intense feeling. My vision dimmed until all I could see was my cock disappearing into Anne’s glistening ass. All I could hear was the slick wet sounds of my cock and Anne’s soft grunts. All I could feel was the heat, the wet and the building pressure. I exploded. Soundlessly, without warning, deep inside Anne.

Her ass overflowed with sperm. It flowed out of her, down her lips, down the tops of her thighs. I fell back and stare at the beautiful sight. Anne on her hands and knees, coated in our cum, glistening with our combined whiteness.

She collapsed. This time we had towels ready and together we gently cleaned her.

The Chronology of Anne

The next morning I awoke with her head still laid against my chest. I stroke her back with my hand as I look down at her still in awe that the previous night had happened at all. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. I try to slip out from underneath her. She groans not wanting me to move.

“Shhhh. It’s okay. Don’t move. I’ve just got something I need to take care of. You just stay laid down” I whisper to her as I give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay” she mumbles, still half asleep.

I stand up fully intending on getting dressed and heading into the living room to see if there is anything for me to clean up, but as I pull away from her I see her lying there completely naked. Her big, beautiful tits resting perfectly on her chest. The only thing concealing her is the blanket that is now only draped over one of her legs. Her pussy is fully exposed. It’s calling to me. I climb back onto the bed and prop up her legs for better access. She doesn’t resist.

I tenderly place my tongue on her clitoris. She lets out a soft moan as I continue to lick her gingerly. Despite her being so sleepy that she didn’t want to move, her pussy was awake and ready for action. After every passing second she gets wetter and wetter. My slow and deliberate movements increase in speed and pressure as she gets warmed up. After only a couple minutes her legs begin to shake in orgasmic pleasure. After she finishes I place one final kiss on her labia before standing up.

She looks at me breathing heavily. I wipe her juices from my bearded face. “Good morning” I say seductively.

“Good morning.” she responds sleepily. I start to look for my clothes to get dressed. “You don’t want me to take care of that for you?” she says gesturing to my rock hard dick pointing at her from across the room.

“Nah. You can pay me back later. It’ll give you a reason to come back for more.” I chuckle.

“You don’t think you gave me enough of a reason last night and just now?”

“Hey! I don’t know what I’m compared to. That could have been the worst sexual experience of your life.” I say sarcastically.

“Oh yeah. It was so awful. My eyes were rolling back in my head and I was holding back moans of pure disgust.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” I exclaim. “So I’ll I have to keep you coming back with debt”

She laughs and rolls her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

I put on my shirt and walk over to her. “Maybe a little.” I lean down and kiss her on the lips. “You should get some more sleep if you can. I know I took it out of you.”

“Only because you couldn’t put it in me” she says with a smirk.

“That’s true,” I reply disappointedly. “But we’ll get there.”

“God I hope so.” she mutters as she starts to drift off to sleep.

I step out of the room quietly and begin to walk down the hall to the living room. It appears that I’m the only one up. I see that there is still a bit of a mess from the night before and start cleaning. I tidy up the room, recycle a pile of beer cans that we had built, and start loading the dishwasher.

After a while I hear a door down the hall open. I continue cleaning until I feel a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. Not knowing which of the women in the house that it is, I turn around to look. It’s my wife.

“Oh hey babe. Good morning.”

“Good morning.” She pecks me on the lips. “How was your night? Did you guys have fun?” she asks cautiously.

I laugh. “I had fun. I can’t speak for her.”

“Oh thank god,” she says in relief. “I was a little worried you’d be too drunk to do anything.”

“Nah,” I reply confidently. “I was just a little tired, but I found the energy. I assume that means that you also had some fun?”

“We did,” she says sheepishly.

“Good!” I pause for a moment. “Wait did you guys fuck?”

“Yes?” she said confused “What do you mean? Isn’t that kind of the point?”

I try not to let my face show any sort of feeling but I was jealous. “No it is. And it’s fine. We just couldn’t do everything because we didn’t have condoms.”

She looks mortified. “Oh no! I’m sorry babe. If I had known that I wouldn’t have…”

“It’s okay,” I reassure her. “I’m not mad. I was just wondering.” I continue to put dishes into the machine. “How was it though?”

“You really want to know?” she says skeptically.

“Of course. Why not?”

She pauses before responding hesitantly, “It was good…different, but good.”

“Different how?”

“Well…” she checks behind her to make sure nobody was listening and steps closer to me to speak quieter, “he was…smaller than you.”

I raise my eyebrows. “And how was that?”

“Ummmm…” she stops to think “it has it’s pros and cons. Like because there was less to work with, I didn’t have to worry as much about him hurting me. So he could really go as hard as he wanted for as long as he wanted. So that was kind of nice.”

“But…”

“I do really love the way you fill me up.” she said biting her lip. “So I did miss that.”

“Oh yeah?” I reply as I dry my hands. I turn to pull her toward me.

“Yeah.” She kisses me hard as she reaches a hand down to my erect cock.

“Well how about this then? How about we wait until our hosts wake up. We say our goodbyes. I take you home. I rip these clothes off of you. And I fuck the hell out of you. That way I get the pussy that I missed out on last night and you get the filling that you need.”

She laughs and slightly moans, “I would love that.”

So that’s what we do. And things are…normal. We can still talk to each other. We still want to have sex with each other. I still know how fuck her right. And our swinging couple seems to be doing fine as well. Which is good, because that means that we can continue.

We collectively make a plan to meet up again the following week. We’d all have dinner on a Friday after work and then instead of coming back with me, my wife would leave with him. And in return, I get his wife.

The following week would possibly be the horniest week of my life. Throughout the whole week my new partner and I would just continually bombard each other with explicit text messages talking about how excited we were. By Wednesday she was having to change her panties in the middle of the workday from soaking through the first pair. By Thursday she was sending me pictures of her fluids from her pussy strung between her fingers and I was jerking off in my office at work to not go crazy.

But eventually Friday came. I survived the work day. I met up with my wife and we drove to the restaurant to meet them. We ate and enjoyed our meal, paid our tab, and said goodbye to our spouses. My part time wife and I hopped in my car and we just stopped and looked at each other.

“Hey,” I whispered.

“Hey,” she responds similarly.

“You ready?”

“I’m so ready.”

I turn the car on and I start to drive. Almost immediately she puts her hands all over me. Up and down my legs. Under my shirt. Up to my neck and in my hair. After about a couple minutes we hit a red light and she can’t resist any longer and starts to unbutton my pants. She unzips the zipper and reaches into my underwear to pull out my dick. I stand up to pull them down a bit lower to give her better access. She immediately wraps her lips around my dick and starts going to town. God her mouth feels good. I try not to lose focus as I drive home as quickly as possible.

Right as I’m on the verge of cumming, I pull into my driveway. I pull her away from my penis and tell her “You better get inside right now.”

“Yes sir.” she responds.

I struggle to put my penis back into my pants and hurriedly get up and chase her to my front door. I unlock the door as she reaches her arms around me. We make our way inside and she starts to head for the bedroom. I grab her by the wrist. “Uh uh. I want my dessert before we go back there”

I pick her up and place her gently on my dining room table and pull her pants off. “This isn’t fair. I thought I was in debt to you.” she argues.

I kneel down to put my face at pussy level and look up to her. “If you were wanting an even exchange of orgasms, you picked the wrong man to fuck you. I’m going to make you cum as much as I please. Understood?”

She nods her head as I start to eat her out. She pulls her legs back and up to give me full access. At this point I’ve learned exactly what she likes. I masterfully hit all of the right spots in her already drenched pussy. In what only feels like a minute I can already hear her start to whimper. She’s no longer muting herself to avoid upsetting our partners.

Her whole body begins to quake as I bring her to the brink of orgasm. In a breathy voice she begins to say “Oh my god! Oh my god! I’m gonna…I’m gonna…AAAAHHH!” As she cums my mouth fills with liquid. I swallow it and keep licking her until her body finally stops convulsing.

“Oh…wow…” she chuckles to herself. “You made me squirt.”

“Do you do that a lot?” I ask as I stand up and start removing my clothing.

“Never from oral.” she says with a smile.

“Well I must be pretty good at it or something.” I respond as I leave the room. “Stay there and take off your shirt.”

I run into the bedroom and go to my night stand to pull out the condoms. I bring the bag back into the dining room where I find her lying now completely nude on the kitchen table waiting for me.

I walk up in front of her. I pull a condom from the bag and take it out of the packaging. I roll it over my penis before gently tapping the tip at the opening of her vagina. “Are you ready?”

“Yes please. I need it.” she whines.

I don’t need to be told twice. I insert the tip into her and she moans. She’s still soaking wet but I can still feel her walls stretch as I inch inside of her. I work my way further and further inside until most of my cock is buried inside of her when her body flinches and she lets out a pleasurable squeal.

“Is this about what you’re used to?” as I work my way deeper.

Between moans and deep breaths she responds with a smile, “more or less.”

I pull myself back. “Or less?” I ask knowingly. “That’s not what I’ve heard.” I thrust powerfully inside her.

She screams out in ecstasy. “Oh god! It’s definitely more.”

I pull back again. “I’m sorry. What was that again?” I thrust harder

“It’s more!”

“Again?” Another thrust.

“More!”

“Louder!” I thrust fully inside her.

“More! MORE! MORE! MORE!” What started as an answer to my question became a demand for me to continue to fuck her hard. She grips onto the edge of the table to brace herself as I continue to slam my big dick into her tight, little pussy while I hold her legs back. I watch as her boobs bounce back and forth with each forceful slam into her body. After another 30 or so pumps her back arches up and she lets out a deafening shriek.

As she tries to collect herself from the monstrous orgasm that she just had I gently slide my cock out of her. I pick up the bag of condoms and extend a hand to help her up. “Come with me” I command.

She takes my hand and we walk toward the bedroom. Once we get there I turn around to kiss her but she pushes back onto the bed and starts to climb toward me. “You know? You really are the full package.” she says seductively.

“How so?” I ask coyly

“Tall. Handsome. Good kisser. Great hands. Magic tongue.” She pulls off the condom and starts to lick up and down my shaft. “Big dick. And you know how to use it. I picked such a good partner.”

“Oh. So now it’s big? You seemed hesitant to say that earlier.” I prod.

She slides the tip into her mouth and gives it a suck. “Maybe I just didn’t want to give you a big head.” She slurps the top of my dick again. “But I see you already had one.”

“How much bigger am I?” I ask curiously.

She slides her hand down to the base of my shaft and with her other hand points about an inch above the top of it leaving about three inches of my dick left to go. “That’s about what I normally get to work with. Which is why I was struggling to take it all last week.”

“That would make sense.” I say feeling proud of my size.

“But I’ve been practicing.”

Before I know it she’s positioning herself to deepthroat me again. She starts easy. Taking only a few inches. She slowly adds more and more until she gets to about where her husband would usually be. I see her mentally brace to tackle the last few inches and she confidently opens her throat and lowers her head. She makes it down about 6 inches before gagging again.

“DAMMIT! I want it so bad!” she screams angrily. “I knew I should have got a bigger toy.”

“Here. Let me help you. Lay down on your back.” She lies down on the bed. “Now come over to the edge.” She hangs her head off the bed creating a straight path for my dick to travel through her lips and down her throat. “You ready?”

“Yes.” she says excitedly.

She opens her mouth wide and I enter my cock into her mouth. I take my time going in and out allowing her to suck on it as she pleases. Then after a few seconds I push forward. As I enter her esophagus I can see her throat start to bulge. I can hear her start to struggle as I reach about six inches again, but she doesn’t push me away. I continue forward the remaining inch and a half until she has fully sheathed me and my balls rest against the top of her face. I smoothly pull my dick in and out of her mouth fucking her throat until she can’t breathe.

I remove myself from her mouth and she gasps for air. “I did it!” she says as she pumps her fist in the air.

“You’re so good.” I say as I lean down to kiss her upside down. “And you’re officially the first and only person to do that.”

“Really?” she says surprised.

“Yeah. She wasn’t up for the challenge.” I say with a chuckle.

“Well I feel accomplished.”

“You should. Now it’s time for your prize.”

I quickly walk over to the other side of the bed, flip her over, and pull her up onto all fours. I position myself behind her and slide on another condom before inserting myself. I fully penetrate her with ease. As I slide the last of me into her she exclaims. “How does it keep getting deeper?”

I continue to stroke in and out of her to the sound of her moans and the clap of our skin making contact. My hands start to wander around her front and grab her tits and squeeze them firmly. She begins to moan harder as she cums for the third time tonight. I slow my pace to give her time to breathe.

“Please. I need you to cum.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes please. Do whatever you need to do. Use me however you want. I need to feel you cum. Please. Please. Please.”

Her saying that was nearly enough to send me over the edge but I still had a little more in me.

“Yes ma’am.” I respond.

I take one of my hands off her breast and move it to the back of her head. I run my fingers through her hair until I make contact with her scalp. I clench my hand to pull firmly on her hair locked between my fingers and I proceed to fuck her hard and fast.

“Oh god yes. You fuck me so good. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me Fuck me. Please. Please. Cum for me. God I’m going to cum again. Yes. Yes. YES!”

She lets out another scream as I feel the inside of her pussy squeeze my dick. The pressure is perfect and I finish at the same time with an animalistic grunt as I continue to slam against her ass. The feeling is so euphoric that it feels like I’ve blacked out. As I come back to I pull myself out of her and collapse next to her on the bed.

We lay there for a while with nothing but the sound of our own breathing before she finally says, “That was amazing.”

“It really was.” I stay still trying to catch my breath. “Can you believe it was only round one?”

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Part 53

Her joyful reaction was worth every bit of sweat and traffic I had to go through, and on top of that, I would be trying food I had never had before… so it was a win-win.

When we sat down at the table, I said, “Chrissie, can you please order for me? I want to try whatever it is that makes you do that dance. I want to dance like that too!” She smiled suggestively and said, “If that’s the case, I have another dance I should show you,” and she laughed, and she laughed, and she laughed to the point that I had to laugh too—not because I agreed or wanted to encourage the behavior, but her happiness and bubbly laughter was so contagious!

The truth is that her joke was not lost on me. Maybe she was doing it on purpose. Maybe this whole thing was on purpose, and I was falling for it like a sucker.

I guess the question really was if I wanted to be a curious, willing, and participating sucker… or not.

Though, I did wonder if this was all part of Gabriel’s plan. I mean, let me be honest, I was OBVIOUSLY not against the whole idea; I was, at the very least, curious. My mind reminded me every chance it got… but Gabriel is so honest and upfront about everything else, why would he hide his intention in this situation? But then again, he did say polyamory from the start, so maybe he was clear, and I just didn’t really get it until now. The thoughts of that polyamory video I saw came rushing back to my mind.

Anyway, I decided to cunningly pry a little more into Chrissie, not in a malicious way, but I wanted to know more about her.

I said, “Chrissie, so what made you want to be a therapist?” Hey, I had to start somewhere!

She responded, “I don’t know, I guess I was just intrigued by the human mind, and getting a PhD would take a lot more work, time, and money. So, this is good enough for now. Most people will tell you that they become therapists because they want to help people, and there’s some truth to that, but there’s also a huge part of us that wants to understand our own fucked up thoughts, you know?”

Fucked up thoughts, you say??? My eyes got THIS big, she was speaking to my soul!

I asked, “What do you mean, your ‘fucked up thoughts’?” She said, “Take me for example. I grew up in a very religious, conservative home with great parents who worked very hard to give me everything they could, and I love them for that. At the same time, I liked girls and a few other things that were ‘fucked up’ according to my upbringing and religion. That all created confusion and curiosity in me to try to understand it.”

I asked, “Is it working so far?” She just looked at me and said, “Red, sometimes you just like what you like. No need to let it torture you. It is like Gabriel said, ‘make peace with what you like, try to incorporate it into your life in the safest way possible, and move on to your next abomination,’ had I known that I would’ve saved a lot of money on college.”

We both laughed, and I asked, “Did he really say that?” and she said, “Yup, makes perfect sense to me. You can either spend your life chasing your tail, mortifying yourself trying to figure out why weird things bring you joy, or just love, enjoy, and live with them, as long as you’re not hurting anyone… without their consent, that is… Because I like being hurt a little, and I consent…I consent very much.”
And she laughed, and she jiggled, and she wiggled. I obviously joined her because it was funny, and after having my hair pulled and butt spanked, I knew exactly what she meant, and I concurred… I too, consent very much.

This evening was nowhere near as tough as I thought it was going to be. Chrissie was very easy to talk to, funny, and clever. I was enjoying myself more than I ever thought I would.

At one point, Chrissie pulled out her phone and said, “Let’s take a picture and send it to Gabriel, that will make him happy.” Now, work with me here—I had never had someone do the whole “let’s take a selfie” thing with me, and I was not very comfortable with posing for pictures, especially in public. As she aimed the camera, she said, “Red, smile!” but I struggled. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it; I felt self-conscious. Then she said, “You are brave enough to pick up men at coffee shops, but you can’t do this?” and that did it! She took the picture, we were both laughing like crazy people, and she sent it to Gabriel.

I wondered if Gabriel really told her that I picked him up on purpose. He obviously did say it, but did he really think it? Was that what Chrissie thought?

I found a pause and shyly asked, “So, Chrissie, you are bisexual?” She laughingly responded, “I am a little bisexual, only a little bit, and only when the moonlight hits me in the right way, only then am I bisexual. But to hear Gabriel tell it, I am one Gabriel away from being lesbian.” We both laughed… a lot. Her response was hilarious, and I had soup coming out of my nose trying to repeat what she said about the moonlight hitting her in the right way. She continued, “But yes, I enjoy women as well as men, women a little more, but I like both.”

It was such a great moment, which apparently was too great because she had to end it by asking, “How about you, Red? Do you like women?”—AHHH FUCK! My curiosity did me in, again.

How would I even answer that? I couldn’t say “yes” because I didn’t know, and I couldn’t say “no” because, well, I didn’t know. This was the jiggly bitch, the girl whose lip gloss helped me reach a delightful orgasm. I stayed quiet, thinking and not knowing how to answer.

Chrissie must’ve sensed my discomfort and said, “Hm… I see. Don’t worry, Red, you have plenty of time to figure it out, there’s absolutely no rush. Take your time.”—and that relaxed me… for about 2 seconds, because then she whispered, “If you find that you are, call me.”—and she went into another laughing fit, while I tried to figure out what the hell to say. I kind of just short-circuited and stared at her blankly, which only caused her to jiggle some more while saying, “Red, you-are-a-dorable!”

When she was done making fun of me, she said, “Ok Red, I won’t put you on the spot anymore, but keep in mind that neither Gabriel nor I will ever pressure you into anything. I am sure you and him have had conversations about him needing you to be all in on everything you guys do, and I will never do anything that will jeopardize my relationship with him, so you are more than safe.”—I nodded, and she continued, “Let’s play a game; I know you’re nervous and don’t want to talk about yourself. So, ask me questions, whatever you want, and I will answer.”

Now this is a game I can get into! I smiled and said, “Thanks Chrissie.” She smiled, I guess she recognized my eagerness and said, “See, the fact that you’re wanting to do this says so much about you, you’re not shying away, you’re trying to figure out how things work, our Sir is so right about your curiosity, it is fucking cute!”

Yeah, yeah, yeah, cute curiosity, I get it… Let’s play! I started, “Ok, ok, ok, Chrissie, I have questions that I am DYING to know the answers to.”—she got a huge smile on her face and said, “Shoot.” I said, “What’s with the whole curiosity thing? Most of my life, I’ve been getting yelled at for being curious, but you and Gabriel seem to love it. Why?”

She laughed and said, “Other than it being fucking adorable?”—we both laughed, and she continued— “We love curiosity, it keeps things new and exciting. We both are very curious people who love to laugh and enjoy our lives, so when he realized how curious you are about, well, everything, he got very excited… he thinks you’re amazing, and I am kind of coming around… kinda.”

I never thought of it that way. Growing up, my curiosity was always frowned upon. Asking questions that, apparently, I shouldn’t ask… but I wanted to knowww!
Chrissie was going to regret suggesting this game, because I had questions for days!

So, I said, “Please don’t laugh at me, I just want to understand. Back in class, when the guy wanted to work with me, you said something along the lines of him thinking you wanted you to be submissive to him. What does that mean? Are you like, selectively submissive? Is that a thing?” She looked at me for a second and said, “Of course buttercup! I do need to be submissive, but my submissive side is mine to give, and I only give it if I want to.
I am submissive, very submissive, but my submission is exclusively for Gabriel… and for you too Red, if the moonlight hits me just right that day.”—and she went into another laughing fit while I just got flustered and confused. All I was able to say was, “Chrissie, am shyyyy!!”—while still laughing, she continued, “That guy can go crawl under a nickel and lick Jefferson’s balls.”—Holy shit! That was hilarious! We both laughed until we were crying.

Anyway, I was still curious about the whole dom, master, slave, etc. thing from the meeting the day before, so I said, “Yesterday, Gabriel took me to a meeting and there were a bunch of people who would say things like ‘dom,’ ‘master,’ ‘slave’ when talking about their partners. What is that?”

She said, “Ah, he took you to a MAsT meeting. Did you meet the guys there?”

I said, “Yes, I met them. One of them gave a lecture, it was good. I just don’t know what those things mean, and I am curious. I tried looking it up, but I just got a bunch porn.”

She laughed and said, “Did you like the porn?”—she laughed but did not give me a chance to respond and continued, “First of all, I don’t think I am fully qualified to talk a lot about this, not in an educational way, but I am happy to share what I know, or what I think I know.”—I nodded—“Dom is short for Dominant, Sub is short for Submissive, there are Tops and Bottoms, and then there are Masters and Slaves. But there is a lot more than that, trying to keep up with all of it will take another few years of college,”—she laughed and continued—“Unless you’re trying to fully submerge in that lifestyle, like teaching it or be fully active, I would say only learn what affects you, directly or indirectly, otherwise you’ll be studying for a long time… there are new things almost every day, it seems.”

I jumped right in saying, “That’s the thing, I don’t know if it affects me or not. I am not sure if Gabriel expects something from me, like am I expected to be one of those things? Like, does Gabriel expect me to be ‘Top’?”

She stopped me and said, “You are definitely not going to be a top for Gabriel, I can promise you that.” and she laughed a little too happily for my taste.

She continued, “I don’t mean to laugh, but it was funny, and you will understand why in a second.”—then she explained what those things are, and in a nutshell, it is all about power exchange, meaning that the submissive gives a type of power, or control, over themselves to the dominant. She explained that the difference between a “top/bottom”, “dom/sub” and “master/slave” relationships is the type of control over themselves the submissive relinquishes to the dominant.

She finished her explanation by saying, “So, no, Gabriel does not expect you to be dominant over him, and that is not saying anything about you, it is just not who Gabriel is, and I think you know that by now… now you see why it was funny?”—I nodded, laughed nervously and said, “I see your point, and I don’t think I would want to.”

I understood what she meant, and her explanation was clear enough, but I was still curious, so I asked, “What do you mean when you say, ‘the type of power’?”

She explained, “Look at it this way: a bottom relinquishes control of their body, a sub relinquishes control of their heart and mind, and a slave relinquishes control of their life and lifestyle. At least that’s how it finally clicked for me. It could be different for different people; it all depends on their needs and dynamic, but that’s how I lived it when I was Gabriel’s slave.”

Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat???!!! I had to get more answers!

With my eyes super big and curiosity on hyper-drive, I asked, “You were Gabriel’s slave? What happened?”—she smiled and said, “I can see why Gabriel likes your curiosity, it is sooooo cute!”—I smiled but wanted her to keep talking. She continued, “I was his slave for a little over three years, but then my damn biological clock started tiiiickiiiiing, and I know that my family, being so religious, would never accept this kind of relationship—you know, the whole poly thing—so Gabriel released me from being his slave so I could pursue a monogamous relationship with someone else.”

Wow! This shit was insane! But then again, not any more insane than me sitting at dinner with my boyfriend’s ex-slave, so I was coming around to the idea that my new life was probably insane to someone else, my mom for sure!

I said, “Oof! That’s a lot, Chrissie! How do you feel about all of that? You know, having to give up a life you enjoy just to make your family happy?”

She said, “The way I look at it is that it would be easier to forgive my parents for having to change my life than it would be to forgive myself for breaking my parents’ hearts.”

Wow Chrissie! You wise, jiggly, loving bitch.

I asked, “What does Gabriel have to say about all this?”

She replied, “At first, he tried to talk me out of it, telling me that my parents would ultimately accept it and come around… but I just can’t take that chance, you know? But overall, he has been supportive about my search for ‘monogamous duuuuuude,’ as he calls it.

Anyway, enough about this. What else you got, curious Red?”

I took a deep breath, just trying to let the heaviness dissipate a little and asked, “So, does Gabriel expect me to become his slave?”

She said, “I can’t, and will not, speak for our Sir, obviously. But based on my experience, he doesn’t expect you to be anything but yourself. Only you can define if you want to be his slave or not, or his sub or his bottom.

You have to understand that without your consent and your willingness, he is powerless over you, and that is the way he wants it. It took him a while to truly get me to understand that, but he finally was able to help me understand.

It all depends on YOUR needs and YOUR desires… if anyone ever tells you something different, you get as far away from them as you can, quickly.”

Hmmm… Okay. Everything pretty much lined up with everything Gabriel had shown and told me about himself, and about Chrissie.

He was also right about how spending time with her would be a good thing. I was learning a lot, and I was enjoying my time with her—she is funny, obviously smart, and as loving as he said she was.

As it was with Gabriel, Chrissie’s words all seemed to revolve around my own needs and desires, not theirs, which was not quite what I expected. I thought it was just going to be a bunch of demands and rules that I had to accept… whether I liked it or not.

The fact that Gabriel was supporting Ms. Jiggles through her search for her monogamous dude was weird—caring and thoughtful, yes, but weird too… But I was growing to like the idea.

Since I met Chrissie, I knew she and Gabriel had a relationship outside of me—yes, including a sexual one. I remembered that day at the café when jealousy bubbled up at the thought she might be trying to get rid of me so they could, you know, do stuff. She helped me through that moment, though, and even after she left, it clearly didn’t cross her mind that Gabriel and I might be headed to his back seat. In fact, she sent me a sweet text, and then there was the lip gloss fiasco… but that was just a prank. Maybe?

I couldn’t help but wonder how she managed it all without going crazy. I probably would’ve stayed outside the café just to see what happened after I left. So, I asked, “Chrissie, how do you deal with jealous feelings? I mean, knowing that Gabriel and I might be doing intimate stuff without you knowing?”

She replied, “Let me make sure I understand your question. The thought that Gabriel might be spanking me while you’re not looking drives you nuts. That’s what you’re saying? And you want to know how to not feel that way, right?”

Well! Not exactly how I would word it, you jiggly bitch.

I said, “In a less graphic way, yes, that’s what I mean.” She quickly jiggled back (ha! Get it? Jiggled, not bounced? No? Nothing? Alright.) and said, “Would you rather he spanked me while you are looking? I’d let you watch!”—then she broke into a full-on jiggling fit while I just stared, unsure whether she was serious or not. She added, “That was funny! You can laugh, Red! Seriously though, I’d rather know AND watch, if possible—send me pictures and videos!” She continued her jiggle-thon, and honestly, her boobs shook like Jell-O on a bumpy ride. Don’t judge me, they were RIGHT THERE, un-ignorable!

After ALL OF THAT, she finally simmered down and said, “Okay, seriously, for real this time. Listen, Red, I love Gabriel, and I’m becoming fond of you. I really like you.
So, when I hear you two are exploring and enjoying each other, I’m just happy for you both. I could get jealous, but what good would that get me? NOTHING.
I just choose to be happy for him, and for you. Especially for you—he does know how to make a girl curl her toes. Sometimes I even think about it when I’m alone, if you know what I mean.

Gabriel once tried to explain it to me, but I won’t try to repeat it because I’ll butcher it. I think he said something about ‘loving with your ego,’ but you’ll have to ask him to explain it to you.”

I thought about it: to be happy for her getting her hair pulled and butt spanked? I don’t know… that’s a big leap. And don’t think I didn’t catch the bit where she thinks about me when she is “alone”, I caught it, but what do I say to that? “Thank you”? “I’m shy”? Best to let it go… for now.

While she was explaining, it all made sense in a way, but I didn’t know how to get there myself. Yet, the thought of her thinking about me when she is alone, and me looking at her lips while she talked… well, one thought led to another. Before I knew it, I was imagining Gabriel doing the things to her lips that he said he’d do to mine… and I wasn’t upset—I was… Not upset, let’s leave it at that.

to be continued...

My first erotica. Any and all feedback is welcome and very much appreciated.

He got home from work late again. His tie felt like a noose and his belt like a tourniquet. The individuals he deals with day in and day out like strangers in a dream, faces and voices shifting and morphing. How much longer would he be able to put on this facade to add numbers that meant nothing to a total that was nothing tangible. And for what? Another plastic or fabric or metal piece of nothing on a shelf.

He sits at his table and has a drink, eyes unfocused, ruminating on the last week, month, year of his life. Days that blended together like a colorless fog. Except for her. She was a point of vivid light in the fog. A lighthouse. Polaris.

The doorbell rang and snapped him out of his revelry.

Through the fogged glass he could see the bokah image of her. Blonde hair and red lips. She listened. Good.

Her eyes lit when she saw him through the slowly opening door. "Daddy" she said with a grin. He stood aside and caught the smell of the Kyse he asked her to buy as she swept past him.

A calf length trench, cinched tight. Red pumps. and an attitude that would need adjustment, based on the look she threw back over her shoulder.

"How was your appointment?" he asks.

"Didn't go"

She was being flippant, she knew how he felt about her missing those, and knew what it meant for her.

"Upstairs. Now." He wasn't angry, and never spoke to her with any malice or threat, but respect was commanded, and received.

"Yes Daddy"

He watched her climb the stairs, catching a glimpse underneath her coat. She wore what he had told her to, and that would be considered.

He took a breath, deep. Color seeping back into the fog. The tie around his neck taking on a different meaning as he loosened it. The belt, no longer constrained him. It was his to use as he pleased, and so was she.

Honestly, I’m still in a bit of disbelief about last night. I’ve had plenty of sessions over the years, but this one with Alex? It left me thinking, “Did that really just happen?”

So, here’s how it went down. The doorbell rings, and I’m in my usual getup—tight leather corset, thigh-high boots, garters, you get the idea. I feel that little buzz I always do before a session, but with him, I felt something extra.

When I open the door, there he is—Alex, younger than I expected. His eyes dart everywhere except at me, like he’s trying to soak in the room without really looking. The guy is nervous but definitely intrigued, which I can work with. “Come in,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, giving him that “don’t worry, I’ve got you” look.

He steps inside, looking around like he’s stepped into another world. I give a little nod toward the couch, and he sits, almost perching on the edge like he’s ready to run if he has to. I grab some silk ropes and a blindfold, and I see his eyes widen when he spots them. He’s definitely nervous, but I can tell he’s curious.

“Nervous?” I ask, standing in front of him.

He nods, barely getting out a “little.” I tell him it’s normal and kneel in front of him to start tying the ropes around his wrists. I can feel his pulse racing, his breath getting quicker. The second I pull the ropes tight, I see him testing them, like he’s trying to figure out if he really trusts me with this.

Once his wrists are bound, I hold up the blindfold, asking if he’s ready. There’s a moment’s hesitation, but he nods, and I slip it over his eyes. His whole body stiffens, and I can practically feel the tension radiating off him. Perfect.

I trail my fingers down his arm, then his chest, listening to his breathing get faster. I lean in, brushing my hand over his thigh, teasing him until he’s shifting toward me, trying to get just a little more.

“Do you like that?” I whisper, grinning when he practically sighs, “Yes.” I run my fingers along the edge of his waistband and slowly start to tug his pants down, feeling his body go tense. He groans as I run my hand under his briefs, letting him feel the anticipation. He’s completely in my hands, trusting me, and I love it.

“Good boy,” I say, moving behind him. I let my hands drift over his shoulders, down his back, keeping him guessing where I’ll go next. He leans back slightly, silently begging for more.

“Please…” he breathes out, voice shaky, and I just smirk. “Please what?” I tease, making him squirm. When he’s just about desperate, I lean down, brushing my lips against his neck, and finally, finally, pull his briefs down, letting him feel just enough, but not everything. I make him wait.

Then I get up, moving over to my chest of toys, letting him hear the faint sound of leather and buckles. I come back with my strap-on, the leather harness sleek and fitted with a firm, black toy. I watch his mouth open a little in surprise, and yeah, there’s a flash of uncertainty, but he’s curious.

“Have you ever tried this?” I ask, holding the toy just in front of him.

He bites his lip and shakes his head, but there’s that glint in his eye. “No…but I’ve thought about it.”

“Tonight’s your lucky night,” I say, strapping it on and watching him as he takes it all in. I pat the edge of the couch, telling him to get comfortable. He hesitates for a second but then positions himself, glancing back for reassurance. I give him a gentle stroke along his back, letting him know he’s still in control.

I start slow, making sure he’s fully relaxed. With every soft touch, he lets go a little more, opening up to the experience. And when I’m sure he’s ready, I guide him back, easing in carefully.

“Breathe,” I whisper, feeling his shiver as he exhales. He arches slightly, his breath catching as I press forward, and he murmurs, “Oh…god…” under his breath, a mix of shock and pleasure. We find a steady rhythm, and he’s completely lost in it, all his nerves melting away.

“Such a good boy,” I say, tightening my grip on his hips, guiding him deeper, taking him to that place he didn’t even know he wanted to go. His breath comes in gasps, and when he finally reaches that peak, his whole body tenses, then relaxes as he lets go completely.

When it’s over, I pull him close, letting him lean back, his head resting against me, face blissful. He looks up at me with a mix of awe and gratitude.

“Thank you,” he whispers softly, and it actually catches me off guard.

I just smile, running a hand through his hair. “You did beautifully, Alex.”

And as I sit there with him, letting him just rest, I can’t shake the feeling that last night wasn’t just another session. It was different, and I know I’m going to remember it as much as he will.

There's something extremely hot about getting into a married woman's panties. Stealing something and using it, even though it's not mine. Seeing my semen slowly ooze over the ring on her finger. Enjoying her pussy a lot more than her own husband.

And if there's a lonely wife with unfulfilled desires who'd do anything to be a mom for a third time before she runs out of time... Well, you can only imagine how the story ends.

Catherine hooked me at first glance.

I got my first job last year (at a local subsidiary of a multinational company providing efficiency improvement services for SMBs), and I met her on my first day. She was the marketing executive, I was a junior payroll accountant – quite an exciting pairing, isn't it?

– Hey, I'm Catherine! Nice to meet you, Joe! – Her hand felt warm and soft, but with a firm, experienced grip. And I loved her wedding ring! – I assume we'll be in quite a close connection, won't we?

– Yeah, I hope so.

She winked: – I'm sure.

"Let's take a closer look at you, Catherine..." – I said to myself. "A fourty-ish woman with a well paying job, in quite a high position, married, possibly with children – most likely two of them –, conservative but with style – according to that tight blouse stretching on her chest, her freshly ironed coat and the skirt covering her curvy thighs."

She was a hundred percent mom material with her black bob cut – and those glasses topped her classy appearance. She was short and round, with great proportions in the right places, I must say.

"Your husband must be a happy man" – I thought.

No wonder I show up quite often in her office ever since. I can't resist when it's just her and me, with the door locked, and she's sitting in her leather office chair, looking at me with the flames of seduction in her eyes which leave me no other chance but to give in.

I love it when she's playing that game.

"What's she going to do next?" – I ask myself.

"Tie her hair... as a hint? – 'Now I'm ready for you, boy. You can give it to me. Just try not to make a mess, okay?'

Unbotton her blouse...? Maybe. Just a bit. So I can see her cleavage she normally never shows.

Lift up her skirt...? I wonder what panties she's wearing today. Lacy black ones for sure. If only she pulled them aside... Nice and slowly... With her pink nails next to those black laces... Allowing me to see something I've been craving for so long...

There's no chance she shaves. I'm sure she doesn't. There must be a cute little bush hiding down there, perfectly trimmed – 'pussy for sale, due to underuse'."

I feel my pants suddenly get tighter on my lap.

I want her so bad.

I'm like a beast, a freaking animal waiting for the right moment, my time to hunt. It would take the slightest sign from her: a wave of her hand, a wink of her eye, a lick of her tongue, a smirk of her lips... Anything. I would jump. Immediately. In a heartbeat.

Toss her onto that desk.

Tear those clothes off her body.

Fuck her brains out, so her breasts jiggle, her butt slides back and forth on top of the fucking desk, with her legs helplessly swinging around my hips, until she sweats and drools and cries out...

I'm craving the warmth of her body, the warmth between her thighs only her husband has the permission to feel...

So far.

Alright, that's enough for the warm-up, let's jump right into the action.

Fast forward to last summer: team building get-together at a weekend house owned by the company, edge of town, lovely atmosphere – a perfect Friday afternoon, if you ask me.

She's sitting right next to me, wearing a peach colour floral summer dress – simple and modest, but insanely sexy –, and we're both sipping a quality merlot. She's pretty and cute, smiling all the time – she's just the same as always.

Except for one thing:

The wedding ring –

It's gone.

Anyway, we're chatting about basic stuff: her studies, work, free time – all the topics to come up while getting to know each other – I'm not getting any deeper into that, you know already.

So there's a lot of blah-blah-blah, basically.

But!

When it comes to her family... She talks for ages about her daughter – Lisa, who's ten – and her son – Adam, who's six.

But after that:

Silence.

I'm sitting there waiting for the rest of the story, but she stops. "It's all well and good, Catherine" – I tell myself – "but there's something going on.

It just doesn't smell right.

So tell me..."

– How about your husband? – I ask her.

– Oh, well... – she says, with a wave of her hand. – It's complicated.

"The exact answer I was expecting" – I think. – "And now I know the whole story. But let's get you talking a little more..." 'Cause it all starts to make sense to me – all the little things she does when I'm around: those winks, the way she blushes and drops things in embarrassment, her flirty comments, all her silly stuff... She treats me differently.

– No problem! – I say. – Just try to make it simple. I'd love to know.

– Why?

– 'Cause I see you're stressed out. Something's wrong, isn't it?

Silence.

Again.

She spits it out, eventually: – I think he's cheating on me.

"Bingo, my friends! I knew it!"

I glance at her finger: – Is that why you left your ring at home?

She shrugs: – Why not? – And is that a smirk in the corner of her mouth?

I nod. – Let me guess... Marriage getting cold, no idea what's wrong, then a girl in her twenties pops up, and – "snap!" – your hubby's gone.

– How did you know? – She gets a bit suspicious. – I mean, the girl's more like thirty-ish, but still...

– Just a guess. Typical for men after ten years of marriage or so.

– Thirteen, but whatever... It's not normal, though. Right?

– Sure it's not. – I lay my hand on her shoulder. – Don't blame yourself. I know it doesn't help much, but...

She sighs. – Thank you, Joe.

Hours pass by, the mood is quite good, and we both talk to other colleagues as well, but after a few glasses of wine we end up enjoying each other's company again.

– Would you like to see some pictures of my sweethearts?

– Of course! Show me!

She invites me closer, so I move as close to her as possible.

– Here... – She starts swiping on her phone.

– Oh, they're cute! – I point at the girl: – She's just like her mother!

– Yeah, she gets that a lot!

And she keeps on swiping and swiping, but oh god, am I looking at the pictures, of course not, 'cause what a fucking view I have from that angle, with my face next to hers!

"Oh my, I knew she was busty, but her curves are far beyond my expectations..."

Jesus Christ, she has quite the assets! Not so tight but still fresh, soft and mature – she was born to be a milf.

– Do you like them? – She knows. She knows goddamn well what she's doing. – How about this one? – She pushes her breasts together with her arms, making her cleavage even more appealing.

I have to fix my pants.

– God, it's so hot, isn't it? – she says after a while. She grabs the neckline of her dress and starts fanning herself.

Her skin is smooth and glossy from sweat. She's wearing a tiny necklace with a cross – "she's clean, she's sacred, she's forbidden, she's not yours to take!"

"Yes I'll take her."

"Yes I'll corrupt her."

"Yes I'll treat her with filth."

She galnces at me with a giggle. "Do you like it? Do you like me?" – she thinks. She smirks and sticks out her tongue a little.

She loosens her dress a bit, so I can see her bra under the peachy silk from up there, and dear lord, it can barely contain her breasts – they're begging to finally burst out of there – "flap!" – and be free, like they were meant to be.

And she's doing it without being noticed by anyone other than me. She gets a look or two, but nothing else.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you Catherine: an expert in marketing, a hotshot in seduction!"

And this is the point where shit really gets exciting...

– We need more glasses! – That's a familiar voice: it's Janet, head of HR and payroll, a.k.a. my boss. – Could anyone bring some?

– On my way! – I say. – They're in the kitchen, right?

– Yeah, in the kitchen. And hey... Here. – She hands me a trayful of dirty glasses. – Would you mind cleaning these?

– Um... Sure! No problem!

– I'll help him! – A voice behind me tweets. You'd never guess who it is... – I'll do the cleaning, he brings the glasses.

– Great! – Janet says. – Well, that's the kind of team spirit we need here! Your leader must be a lucky one!

We all laugh.

So... Catherine and I head to the kitchen, and I know where you think this whole thing is going, and I have to tell you that you're absolutely fucking right.

We don't talk for a minute or two.

– You're so silent – she says while washing the glasses. – Will you stay like that for the whole time?

I chuckle. – I've got so many questions, Catherine.

– I know. – That smirk on her face... "And I've got all the answers you need – you just have to ask the right questions..."

So I do.

– What is it about me? Why me?

She shrugs.

– Come on!

– I've been so lonely lately... – And the following sigh is so deep it tells the whole story itself. – And you are... well, not the only one who pays attention to me, it's more about your... aura, I guess? I find you extremely sympathetic. You're young, vital, you seem happy as well, most of the time – you're everything I need in my life right now.

– Oh, really? In what sense?

– In any sense, to be honest – she giggles. "God, it's so absurd!" – she must think. – But mostly...

– Yeah? – I step close to her.

She runs her eyes over me, from tip to toe. That bite on her lip – it says it all. – I want you to make me feel like a woman, Joe. In every possible way.

– In every possible way...?

Her wide open brown eyes are gorgeous as I stare into them. I see her cute little nose flare in excitement. She nods while still looking into my eyes. – Yes, Joe. Whatever it takes.

– So... – I put my hands on the counter, so she can't move. The sponge suddenly falls out of her wet and foamy hands and lands on the floor. – Where should we start? – I ask her.

She looks up at me.

Her breath feels warm on my chest.

She giggles again: – Well, definitely not right here.

– Why not? – I'm getting a bit carried away... Okay, not just a bit. And the softness of her waist under my palms only fuel my fire.

– Oh, Joe! What are you... – But it's too damn late for her to complain, she finds herself up on the countertop in a second. – What are you doing? – she laughs. She enjoys it.

I pant into her neck: – What did you say you wanted me to do?

– Joe, it's not... – She gasps. – It's not the right place and time for this... You know that.

I look straight into her eyes. – I know. Just say it. Again.

– Joe, come on...

– I have to hear it one more time.

– Alright. – She takes a deep breath. – I want you to treat me like a fucking woman, Joe, I want you to respect me, I want you to love me tenderly, I want you to fuck me mercielessly, I want you to give me everything my asshole husband fails to give me.

And I'm just standing there.

It's so fucking hard to contain myself, 'cause I could fuck the living hell out of her, so that her dress slips off her shoulders, revealing her breasts under the bra as I shove my cock deep inside her and her body twitches, she moans helplessly, with the both of us taking the risk of being caught by someone.

But I don't do that.

"Not this time."

I just nod. – "Deal." – And I step back.

She gets off the counter and looks at me with... Love. Hesitation. A bit of fear, too.

Her lips are shining invitingly as she gently licks them – "Will you be the one for me? Please..."

I lick mine as well – "Yes I will."

We kiss, and that's all we get from each other that day: just a taste, a lick of each others body, a bite of temptation's heavenly fruit – sweet and luscious, instinctual and forbidden.

– Better leave that ring on next time – I tell her with a wink.

– Oh, should I? – "You naughty boy!" – she thinks to herself. – It excites you, doesn't it?

– It'd be so fucking hot.

She winks back: – I'll think about it.

She cleans the glasses, I bring them outside, we all chat and have fun for the rest of the afternoon, then people start to head home one by one – including Catherine and I.

I get home late in the evening, and I can't stop thinking of her. "I imagine she's laying in her bed, in a thin white nightrobe barely covering her body – her thighs are naked, her breasts are bulging untouched on her chest" – I fantasize as my hands slowly slide under my pants. – "And maybe she's touching herself, too. I can almost see her pink nails sliding down that lovely little bush, caressing her swollen, itching clit, and maybe she pulls the silk off her breasts – it's such a shame I can't touch them, I can't bury my fingers deep into her soft curves! But oh god, her pussy – it must be the best part, so wet and warm, and I can't resist her, I can't take it anymore..."

I come in about twenty seconds. My pants are soaked and sticky, and that certain smell is lingering all around the room, but fuck it, I don't care. One of my quickest wanks – one of my biggest loads.

"Man, I have to train for my first time with her" – I tell myself... But I have time for that.

I fall asleep quickly.

– Joe –

I still can’t believe what happened last night. Everything aligned perfectly, leading me to an unexpected situation that sent my heart racing. But let me backtrack.

I had just wrapped up a session with a regular client at this upscale hotel—dark leather, soft music, and an air of tension that hangs like the scent of fresh rain. I thrive in that atmosphere. The thrill of dominating someone, watching their expressions shift from fear to exhilaration, fuels me. My heels clicked against the polished marble floor as I made my way down the corridor, my thigh-high boots creaking with every step. I was buzzing from the adrenaline, my black corset hugging my curves just right, making me feel powerful.

As I approached the elevator, I pressed the button, still replaying the session in my mind. Just as the doors were about to close, a frantic figure sprinted toward me, barely slipping in before they sealed shut.

I turned to get a better look at him. He was cute—maybe in his late twenties—with messy hair and a shirt that was slightly askew. His flustered expression made me chuckle. “Rough night?” I asked, leaning casually against the mirrored wall.

“Yeah, something like that,” he replied, his voice trembling.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted and came to an abrupt stop. My heart sank. "Seriously?" I thought, pressing the emergency button with my gloved hand, but nothing happened.

“Looks like we’re stuck,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. His eyes widened, panic creeping in. “Great. Just great.”

“Relax. It’s just an elevator,” I reassured, crossing my arms. “We’ll get out eventually.” But as the minutes dragged on, the tension thickened between us. His nervous energy radiated off him, and I found myself intrigued.

“What’s your name?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Mark,” he replied, voice still shaky.

“Nice to meet you, Mark. I’m Jen.” I extended my hand, our fingers brushing and sending a spark through me.

Suddenly, I felt a mischievous urge to shake things up. “You look like you could use some… distraction,” I said, letting my voice drop to a sultry whisper.

Mark blinked, caught off guard. “I… uh…”

“Or maybe you just need to let go of all that stress. Wouldn’t that be nice?” I stepped a little closer, my presence filling the small space. I could see him soften, the tension easing just a bit.

“Imagine it,” I coaxed. “No one’s around to judge. Just us in this little box. Isn’t that kind of exciting?” Desire flickered in his eyes as he swallowed hard, and I sensed his resolve weakening.

Without skipping a beat, I reached into my leather case and pulled out a length of silk rope, letting it dangle from my fingers. “Here,” I said, holding it out to him. “Show me how much you trust me.”

Mark hesitated, his fingers trembling as he grasped the rope. I watched him, sensing he was balancing on the thin line between fear and curiosity, and I didn’t wait for him to overthink it.

In a swift motion, I grabbed his wrist and yanked him closer. “That’s right, give it to me,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. “Let me take control.”

As I wound the rope around his wrists, I felt his breath hitch. The tension between us was exhilarating. “Perfect,” I murmured, stepping back to admire my handiwork. “Now, kneel.”

Mark’s eyes widened, but he complied, sinking to his knees with a mix of hesitation and arousal. There he was, my little captive, and I felt a rush of power course through me.

“You want this, don’t you?” I taunted, my voice dripping with authority. “You crave submission. Admit it.”

He opened his mouth but struggled to find the words. I crouched down, inches from his face. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”

Finally, he let it slip out, barely a whisper. “I want you to… dominate me.”

A grin spread across my face, satisfaction bubbling up. “Good boy. Now, open your mouth.”

“Open up for me,” I instructed, my voice low and commanding. He hesitated, torn, but I leaned in closer, coaxing him with a teasing smile.

“Come on, Mark. Just trust me.” His breath quickened, and I could sense his eagerness.

I reached into my leather case and pulled out a small ball gag, its shiny surface gleaming under the elevator lights. “Good boy,” I said, placing it in front of him. “This will help you focus on the moment.”

I secured the gag around his head, the sight of him bound and gagged sending a thrill through me. “Now, let’s see how well you can submit,” I purred, stepping back to admire my handiwork.

The air was thick with desire, and I leaned back against the elevator wall, exhilarated. As he reached his peak, I felt myself join him in that exhilarating release, the moment blurring our worlds into something electric.

Finally, he slumped forward, panting, and I touched his cheek gently. “You did so well, Mark,” I said softly.

As the elevator jolted back to life and began its descent, I couldn't help but smile. Who knew being stuck in an elevator could lead to something so deliciously taboo?

As the doors opened, I was already planning our next rendezvous, knowing this was only the beginning of something thrillingly wild.

The wind was bitterly cold, and I wrapped my long coat around me as someone from inside the restaurant held the door open.

 “Thank you! It’s fucking freezing!”

 As we checked in for our reservation, my friend said to me with a grin, “You might want to stop swearing at strangers. You probably don’t even know you’re doing it!”

 I laughed. “I don’t! Fuck. I’m a mess.”

 As we walked to our table, I could feel eyes on me. I knew I looked great. My skirt and  shirt hugged my body and the colors complemented my skin and hair. My shoes made my legs look long and toned. I smelled luxurious.

 Our table was on the edge of the mezzanine, with a view over the whole restaurant. As soon as I hung my coat over my seat, I got a text.

 "Where are you?"

 A puzzled look settled on my face. It was a guy I'd worked with at my old job. I didn’t see him much then, and I hadn’t seen him for months, maybe over a year.

 "Why?" I texted back.

 "I like your skirt," he wrote. I immediately scanned the tables, and halfway through the room, I saw him. He was at a long table by the door, in a seat facing me.

 I laughed and gave him the finger from across the room. "Creep," I texted.

 "Who’s the guy?" He asked.

 "Ha! Jealous? Don’t worry, he’s gay."

 "Great for me. Want to hang out later?"

 My heart started racing. I remembered a very boozy holiday after party with him, a  group of us playing Truth or Dare and Never Have I Ever. Extremely unprofessional, but extremely fun.

 "Sure. Where?"

 I watched him read it. He looked up at me with wide eyes. Someone at his table saw him looking and followed his line of vision up to me, then punched him playfully in the arm.

 "There’s a good wine bar right by my place. We could walk from here." Then, another message right after. "Might as well be bold, right?"

 I glanced down at him with a smile as the waitress arrived at our table. I wanted to make him wait.

 Throughout dinner, I snuck looks at him. When his table got their checks, I texted back. "Send the name of it. I’ll head there when we’re done. Wait for me. And if you thumbs up this message, I’m not coming."

 I saw him laugh, and he sent me the address.

 ***

 I wrapped my coat around me in front of the restaurant and hugged my friend goodbye.

 “Have fun tonight,” he said with a smirk.

 “What does that mean?” I asked, amused.

 “I saw you looking at your phone all through dinner! I hope they make you cum, whoever they are.” He smiled and squeezed my arm.

 I laughed. “Ha! Me too.”

 I turned and walked towards the address in the text. It was close, and I walked fast in the cold.

 The bar was busy, and it took me a minute to find him. He was sitting on a two seater sofa in the corner by the window.

 He stood up when I got near him. “I watched you walk in. You look beautiful.”

 I reached out for a hug and held it longer than I would with someone who was just a friend. I leaned in, my mouth right by his ear. “You really want to have a drink, or do you just wanna go to your place?”

 He put his hand on the side of my face and raised his eyebrows, smiling. “I want to have a drink.”

 “Ha! Fine. To make sure I didn't become a weirdo?” I let go of him and moved back, taking off my coat. “Champagne or prosecco or cava. Anything dry and bubbly.”

 He headed off to get the drinks, and I perched on the edge of the sofa as I looked around the bar. Very buttoned up. Couples and groups of friends, all speaking low enough that I could hear soft music playing. I caught some eyes looking my way.

 He came back with the drinks and sat next to me, and I sat up straighter, pressing my chest out. Wide-eyed, I asked, “Do you like my shirt?” It was sheer all over, my bra visible underneath.

 “You’re barely wearing a shirt.” He reached out with his free hand and ran it across the back of my arm, ending with a squeeze. “I couldn’t stop starting at you all through dinner. It’s like they put you right in front of me on purpose.”

 I cocked my shoulder and leaned back on my elbow on the arm of the sofa. “I’m trying to make you regret saying you wanted a drink.”

 “Well, maybe I’ll have two then. Because that's kind of what a weirdo would say.” He laughed, and let go of my arm. He ran his hand along my side, pulling his palm down my leg.

 I kept my head straight forward but looked down at his hand with my eyes. “Who said you could touch me?”

 “You don’t want me to touch you in public?”

 “I’m fine with PDA, I just want you to earn it.”

 “How do I earn it?”

 “Just be fucking charming,” I laughed.

 As we talked, I remembered how much I’d liked him when we worked together. He was funny, and he didn’t let me get away with being too bratty. He bantered back and forth with me, and we had the same references and interests.

 He finished his drink and put the glass on the table. “Another one?” He asked, with a smirk.

 “Absolutely fucking not,” I said, feigning shock. “I would've stayed at the restaurant if I wanted to get drunk tonight!”

 “Yeah,” he ran his hand up and down my thigh again, moving his body closer to me this time. “I don’t want to get drunk tonight, either.” He paused, looking into my eyes. His gaze was steady and deep, locked in on me.

 I felt my breath deepen. I tried to control it, to slow it down.

 “I’ll be right back,” I cooed.

 He smiled and sat back, dragging his palm down my thigh and off my knee. “Okay. Hurry.”

 I got up and had to steady myself. I smoothed out my skirt and looked back at him with a smile as I walked towards the bathroom.

 ******

 As I walked back into the bar, a tall, well-dressed guy stepped in front of me.

 “Hi,” he said.

 I stopped walking and stood taller, looking up at him. “Hi, do we know each other?”

 “Not yet.” He was devouring me with his eyes.

 “Oh, I’m with someone, but thank you!” I stayed upbeat. I could tell from his body language that he wasn't used to hearing no.

 “He’s a lucky guy. He better treat you right.” He moved closer to me, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a drink.

 “I’ll tell him you think so,” I laughed. I shifted my body so I could fit in the space next to him and walked back to my seat.

 “Who was that?”

 “I don’t know, just some guy who told me you should treat me right.” I bit my lip and smiled. “So, are you? Gonna treat me right?”

 He looked over my shoulder. “He’s looking at us. He looks angry.”

 I laughed. “He’s angry because he lost and you won.”

 “Yeah, he looks like he can’t believe I won. And looking at him, I kind of can’t believe I won, either.”

 I shifted closer to him, inching over on the soft seat. My voice was lower, almost a whisper. “Don’t say shit like that." I moved my mouth to his ear. "If you say shit like that, I can’t cum.”

 He pulled back, looked into my eyes and exhaled, hard. “I closed the tab already, let’s go.”

 I grinned. “Okay.”

 I stood up and put on my coat. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar, passing right by the other guy. So close that the edge of my coat swiped across his arm as he turned to watch me leave.

 The frigid wind hit me again when we got outside. I crossed my arms over my chest and hugged my coat over my body.

 "My building's right here," he pointed across the street, "we don't have to be cold for long."

 We got there quickly. He opened the door to his apartment and flooded it with light.

 I watched him take his coat off and hang it up. Then, he held his hand out. “Gimme your coat.”

 “Rude,” I said, with a smile. I shimmied out of it and handed it to him, my arm outstretched. I turned and moved further into the apartment as he hung it up, stepping out of my shoes as I walked. “You know,” I said, turned away from him, “that guy’s right.” I turned back to face him as he was walking towards me. “You should treat me right. You should do whatever I want.”

 He put his hands on my upper arms, then ran them down my back, ending with a squeeze of my ass. “Oh yeah? Why? 'Cause some other guy thinks you're hot?"

 I bit my lip and nodded my head.

 "Well," he slowly started pulling up my skirt with his fingers, "what do you want?”

 I put my palms flat on his chest, spreading my fingers out and pushing up to his shoulders. I brought my mouth close to his ear and whispered, “Show me your tits.”

 He laughed, then said, “Why? Because I’ve been able to see your tits all night? And so has everyone else?”

 My breath caught. I love knowing when people are looking at me. I love people seeing me and wanting me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my body into his. I tried to speak slowly, but I was too worked up. I spoke quietly, close to him. “Do you think they liked them? Were they really looking? Who was looking?”

 “Everybody.”

 “Everybody what?”

 “What do you mean?” He looked confused.

 “Don’t you mean something like, ‘Everybody, you slut?’” I grinned.

 “Fuck!" He pulled away a little, a surprised smile spreading across his face. "That's the kind of stuff you like?" He moved closer again. "Yeah. So slutty. Everybody saw how slutty you are.”

 “Say it.”

 He leaned in close, his mouth moving up from my neck to my ear. “Everybody was looking at you, you slut.”

 I tilted my head back and breathed out, a moan escaping my lips. “Are you nervous?” I shifted my face down but my eyes up, biting my lip as I grinned at him again.

 “No, why?”

 “Liar. I saw the whole restaurant watching me walk to my table. Which means you saw everyone watch me. Which means you know you’re about to do what half the people we saw tonight wish they were doing.”

 “Everyone at the bar was looking at you, too.” He closed his arms tighter around my lower back, our hips pressed together.

 “Tell me who. If you don’t remember specifics just make it up.”

 “Oh, I remember. I saw. Every guy was undressing you with his eyes. They all couldn’t believe you were with me.”

 I pulled away and got mock serious. “I told you to stop that shit!” I laughed.

 “No, really! I watched their eyes, their faces. They’d see you and scan your body, your face. And then they’d look to see who you were with and I could see it - they looked… puzzled.” He laughed, but it was a nervous laugh.  I looked up at him and he leaned in, our first kiss a slow one. Deliberate, like he was making a memory.

 I ran my hands down his chest, down his stomach, my palms flat and fingers feeling. Down to his belt buckle and below it. I flattened my palm against his hard cock and broke away from the kiss. I looked up at him, wide-eyed, sounding surprised. “For me?”

 He looked confused, then when I raised my eyebrows but didn't say anything, he smiled. “Okay. Got it. Yes, for you. It’s hard for you.”

 I smiled, glad he understood what I needed.

 "Over there," he said, as he gently pushed me towards the sofa.

 "You sit," I said. He did, and I straddled him, my hands on his chest and neck again.

  We talked between kisses. Slow sentences punctuated by breaths. "Mmmmm. Do you really get it? I want everyone to want me. And I want them to watch what they can't have. I guess it's reductive? Like it fills some base level, primal need to be desired? Maybe that's kind of fucked up..."

 He laughed and pulled me closer. "Hey, I don't kink shame."

 "Mmmmm," I cooed. "Good. I think it's just about feeling special for awhile. Whatever it is, it's what makes me cum the hardest." With the last sentence, I put my hand back on his hard cock, rubbing it through his pants.

 He cast his eyes down, watching my hand. His voice sounded deeper. "Like... feeling princess special," he paused and looked straight at me, "or whore special?"

 I shuddered and breathed out, hard, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling myself into a frantic, heavy, rolling kiss. In a hoarse voice, I groaned, "Both." I pulled away a bit, my chest heaving.  "That makes no sense, right?"

 "No, it does. I get it. You worry about how you sound in emails." He untucked my shirt. "You practice presentations until your voice gives out." He ran his hands under my shirt and massaged my tits through my bra. "You watch condescending assholes get ahead just because they have cocks." His hands were all over me. He deliberately grabbed and squeezed as he talked. "You're hot and you're smart and you work hard. So you don't want to be in charge when you get fucked. You want the person you're fucking to be in charge, because then you get to stop thinking and just enjoy it, right?"

 I sat back, lightly holding onto his forearms, running my hands up and down them. "Fuck, dude. I guess I'm not your first hashtag-girlboss."

 "No," he said, "you're not."

 With that, he pulled me into him with one hand, and ran his other hand up my back to my neck. Slowly, his hand crept up, until he grabbed a handful of my hair at the base of my scalp.

 "You like this?" He asked.

 "Yes," I moaned, my eyes closed.

 He pulled my head back, slowly and firmly. Then, he planted sloppy kisses all over my neck, holding my head away from his mouth. With his other hand, he roughly pushed up my skirt. He flattened his palm between my legs, pushing between my underwear and my skin with his middle finger.

 I tugged my head forward and he released his grip. I brought my forehead to his, resting it there. Reaching down, I held my underwear to the side for him, grabbing his hair at the back of his head with my other hand and kissing him ravenously.

 I felt him push a finger into me, and I grabbed his hand, using my fingers to push another one of his inside. Our tongues entwined, biting and licking, I found a rhythm as I rode his hand.

 "Switch," he said. He pulled his fingers out of me and gently pushed me away from him. As I stood up, he put his hands on my waist and guided me into a seated position on the couch. He knelt between my legs and pulled me towards him by grabbing the backs of my knees.

 He looked up at me, his eyes wide, eyelids steady. "You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. I didn't believe it was you until you texted me back." He leaned in for a quick, passionate kiss, and pulled my skirt and underwear down. He brought both his hands to my inner thighs, just above my knees, and held me apart. He positioned his hand between my legs, stroking my clit with his thumb, watching his progress. "Look at that wet pussy." He almost whispered it before moving his head between my legs.

 I settled back as he licked and sucked. I weaved my fingers into his hair and rested my palm there, my hand gently riding the rhythm he was setting. My breaths got longer and deeper as I rocked my hips onto his tongue. Satisfied moans escaped my lips and I tightened my grip on his hair.

 "Mmmmm, not like this."

 He stopped, pulling away from me quickly. "What's wrong?"

 "Nothing," I smiled a slow, lazy smile. "I just want you to fuck me."

 He let out a short laugh and sat back on his knees, running his palm up my thigh, over my sensitive clit, up my lower belly.

 "Down here," he tugged at my waist as he said it.

 "On the floor??"

 "Yes. Get on the fucking floor if you want me to fuck you."

 I pushed myself down and let my knees hit the floor. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed, rough and passionate. I broke away long enough to take off my shirt and bra and laid on the floor, propped up on my elbows with my knees bent and knocking in, touching.

 He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his zipper, slid down his pants and underwear. He sat back and pulled off his shirt, then shifted his pants all the way off. I let my knees fall apart and he lowered his body over mine, holding himself up on one elbow and one palm. I wrapped my arms up his back underneath his shoulders, hooking my hands over the top of them.

 He pushed his cock between my legs, the head catching and almost going inside with each thrust. There was no resistance - his cock was glistening from how wet I was. I reached down and gently held it, moving my hips to guide him inside me. Just as I felt the head pushing inside me, he pulled back.

 I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was grinning. "You're used to getting what you want, right? You're so hot that you're used to guys just fucking you as soon as they get the chance?"

 "Fuckkkk, stop teasing me!" I wrapped my legs around him and tried to pull him in, but he pushed my legs apart, holding them like he had before.

 "How much do you want it? Show me how much you want it, you whore."

 My mind was blank. I was staring at his hard cock, aiming straight at me, ready but at a distance. Working purely on instinct, I reached down and positioned my middle and ring fingers on either side of my clit. I looked him in the eyes as I started brushing my fingers up and down. My mouth hung open, fast breaths heaving.

 "Ohh, good idea, princess! Maybe I'll just watch you make yourself cum, would you like that? We can make ourselves cum like a couple of virgins? That sounds good, right?" His voice was low and steady. He was still pressing my legs back, but his hands had moved down, resting on either side of my pussy.

 "Oh my fucking God, you’re torturing me!" I knew I was whining, I couldn't help it. "Please? Please. Fuck! Please fuck me!"

 He looked at me and grinned. He hadn't touched his cock at all, and I saw it bounce up towards his body. "You want it," I said, breathlessly. "I know you want it. Your cock wants it, even if you say you don't."

 "Lay back," he commanded. At the same time, he leaned over me and pushed my shoulder to the floor, pulling my hand up from my pussy. I relaxed back, and I felt his warm hand slowly trail up to my neck. He brushed his thumb across the edge of my jaw, his fingers pressing up the other side, resting near my ear.

 He wrapped his other hand around the top of my leg, and I let all the tension leave my body as I felt him push his cock inside me. All the way inside me. I grabbed his shoulders again and threw my head back, letting him ride me, letting him pound down into me.

 "Fuck me as hard as you can," I begged. He moved his hand down and cupped my ass for leverage, and pulled his knee up on the same side. I felt his thrusts getting deeper. "Rougher. Grab at me. Break me down, shut me the fuck up."

 "Filthy." He growled into my ear. "That's what you want? You want me to be mean to you? You want me to fuck you like I'm mad at you?"

 "Yessss, I'm frustrating, right? So fucking mouthy? Shut me up. Fuck me so hard I can't talk." He was pounding the words out of me, punctuated by short breaths matching his thrusts.

 He grabbed, digging his fingers into my nipple and the soft, bouncy flesh around it. At the same time, he bit down at the base of my neck where it met my shoulder. I moaned and shuddered.

 He moved his mouth back to my ear. "Is this what you want? You want whatever I want? You want me to punish you? For being such a slut? For wanting everybody to want you? For showing everybody what they can't have with that slutty shirt?" I nodded yes as much as I could, his head close against my neck. "Open your eyes. Look at me. Watch me fucking you."

 My eyelids fluttered as I fought to keep them open. My chest heaved with deep breaths as I focused on the feeling deep in my pussy, a wave of satisfied warmth radiating out. He sat back and pushed my knees together, then to the side, the front of my thighs touching my stomach. I wrapped my arms under my knees, holding them against my body. My back flat against the floor, he pounded into me, hard and fast as I gasped and sputtered.

 With my legs held close, there was nothing in the way of his body as he thrust into me, and I felt his cock bottom out over and over.

 I reached out and gripped his lower back, holding him close, as I breathed, "Owwww." He stopped moving, abruptly, but I held his gaze. "Keep going."

 "Does it hurt?"

 "Yessss," I moaned, "but I like it." I smiled and pulled him towards me with my gripped hand. "Keep going."

 "Fuckkk," he said, breathing hard and fast through his nose. "So everybody wants to be me right now, right? About to make you cum after I made you beg? After I made you my bitch?"

 I could barely talk. I whimpered and nodded, then sputtered, "Yeah. Yes. I'll beg you whenever you want me to, I'll beg you to use me. 'Cause I'm such a fucking slut."

 "You close, princess? Is all this rough shit getting you close?"

 "Mmhmm. Can I cum? Let me, tell me I can."

 "I want you to. You wanna cum now?"

 "Yes, yes, yes, I'm there, I can cum if you tell me to."

 "Then cum for me. Yeah, cum on my cock, let it go, keep fucking me back while you shake."

 My arms fell to the sides, followed by my legs. I tilted my hips up as he steadily pounded into me. I felt the warmth spreading and rising, my pussy throbbing, ready to pulse. I held it as long as I could, but his breath and voice made me weak. I grabbed my tits, squeezing hard, kneading. Feeling the dense flesh fill the space between my fingers, the beads of sweat building up under my palm.

 "Cum. I want you to cum now, cum like a whore on my cock. Come on, princess."

 My body started to buck up into his, and my head tilted back. My breath quickened, my leg outstretched and shaking. My body pushed up into him over and over as I whimpered and whined. "Fuck, fuck. fuckkkk!" He kept his rhythm while I rode it out, hitting my g spot with each thrust. As the wave of heat and pleasure subsided, I fell back, pulling him close.

 I grabbed his shoulders, pushing him away from me, and looked into his eyes. "Cum inside me. I deserve it, I deserve all of it."

 "Yeah? You think you've been good enough to tell me where to cum?"

 I nodded, eyelids flickering. "Yessss, I've been so good, right? I begged you, I let you fuck me on the fucking dirty floor..."

 "Mmmm I don't know, I don't know if I want to cum in you. Maybe I want to cum all over that pretty face. Or maybe down your throat?" I felt my eyebrows raising in desperation and saw a grin spread across his face."No? Okay. You've been good. I'll cum inside you. You're right, you deserve it."

 I wrapped my legs around his waist and he leaned back down over me, his head tucked close to mine. I turned my mouth towards his ear and whispered, fast and hoarse, "Cum for me, cum inside me. Give me all of it."

 A quick, harsh groan escaped his lips, then a longer, stuttering moan. His thrusts got longer and more intense, lingering inside me. With one last pump, he pushed his cock as deep inside me as it would go, and I felt it throb as his body contracted with breath and release. He pushed back enough to bring his face to mine, and gave me a slow, heavy kiss. I let my knees fall towards my shoulders, rubbing my feet on the side of his body.

 He pushed back more and asked, "You good to stay for awhile?"

 "Yeah, I don't have anything in the morning."

 "Okay, good," he smiled. "If this is the only chance I get to fuck you, I'm making the most of it."

 I pulled him in for a kiss, then laid back and grinned. "Lucky fucking me."

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This weekend I went to a frat party with a couple friends where everyone was supposed to wear masks. Masquerade but Halloween. I went as a cowgirl with a pink mask covering just my eyes. I had a friends go as a mummy and another as a witch. When we got there it was already packed and we had fun drinking and dancing until I took a break and noticed someone. Hanging back by the drinks was a cute pirate, they wore a loose white shirt underneath a brown corset that showed off their petite waist. On the bottom was a tattered red skirt and black boots.

Coming up to them, I noticed their eyes scan down my body. I was glad I’d left an extra button undone of my plaid shirt. We complimented each other’s outfits and I made some joke about regretting to opt out of ass-less chaps instead of shorts. Really it was just an excuse for me to turn around and flaunt, to get them to imagine the alternative. They admitted that it would’ve looked good, and I saw them lick their lips.

I had another drink which encouraged me to admit that I wished their skirt had a slit, so it gave a peek of what’s underneath. That I was sure they looked fantastic under there.

Surprisingly, they blushed harder than I did.

I didn’t feel as embarrassed after that, so I asked them to dance with me. It was too crowded to see where my friends had gone, so it was just the pirate and I. As we wound up closer to the center of the room, we got even more pressed together by the people surrounding us. Eventually, all I could do was grind against them. Trying to keep up the illusion of dancing, I’d bop my head. But all I could really think about was their body. More than ever I wanted to feel what was underneath their skirt. I mean I could feel it. I certainly felt something. I just wanted to see it as well without that pesky fabric covering it.

They asked me if I was too warm, I suppose I was. Between all the people, I’d started to sweat a bit. I tugged at my shirt collar, just to adjust it at first but then it gave me an idea. Smiling, I pressed myself against them. Squishing my chest against theirs and getting them to look down at me. Again, I adjusted my collar. This time, I pulled the fabric further away from my skin than before to give them a view of my bare tits underneath.

A sight for just them, for just a moment.

Their eyes widened and I asked if they wanted to go somewhere else to cool down.

They grabbed my wrist and lead the way out of the crowd. We found a room and lets just say I got to ride them cowgirl style, whoever they were ;)

I'm an 18 year old girl with a body that men twice my age desire. I have long, dark hair, full lips, and curves that make women jealous. I know what I am worth and the power my body holds. So, when I found myself in need of some quick cash, I knew exactly what I had to do.

I put on my favorite tight black dress that hugged my body in all the right places, showing off my ample cleavage and the curve of my ass. I added a pair of fuck-me red stilettos and some sexy lingerie that made me feel confident and powerful. I wanted to ensure I got top dollar for my services, and I knew looking the part was half the battle.

I headed out, walking with intent. I knew exactly where to find men looking for a good time, and a young thing like me was sure to attract attention. I passed by a group of guys who whistled and catcalled, but I ignored them, knowing I could do better. Then, I spotted my target: a sophisticated-looking man, probably in his early 50s, sitting alone at a table in a dimly lit bar. He had silver hair, a sharp suit, and an air of wealth and experience about him.

I sat at the bar, ordered a drink, and made subtle eye contact with him, biting my lip. He noticed me, and his gaze traveled down my body, a spark of interest in his eyes. I smiled and took a slow, sensual sip of my drink, my eyes never leaving his.

After a few minutes, he approached, his voice deep and confident. "Hello there, you look absolutely stunning. Care to join me?"

"Of course," I replied, standing up and shaking my hips slightly as I moved. "I'd love to."

We introduced ourselves, and he told me his name was Charles. Charles had an air of sophistication and class, and his voice was smooth and captivating. He exuded an aura of power and money, which only turned me on more. I loved the idea of being fucked by a successful, older man.

We chatted for a while, flirting subtly. I learnt he was a successful businessman, which explained his expensive taste and confident demeanor. I played the part of the interested, flirtatious young woman, laughing at his jokes and brushing my hand against his occasionally, watching the desire grow in his eyes.

Finally, he leaned in close, his voice low and sexy. "Alessandra, I have thoroughly enjoyed your company this evening. I'd like to offer you something in return for your time."

I bit my lip, playing the part of the innocent young woman, even though we both knew exactly what he was offering. "Oh really? What did you have in mind?"

He smiled, his eyes dark with desire. "I'll give you $100 to come back to my place. I promise you'll enjoy yourself, and I'll make it worth your while."

I feigned surprise, even though the amount was exactly what I was hoping for. "Wow, that's extremely generous of you, Charles. I'd be delighted to accept your offer."

We stood up and he insisted on walking me to his car, a sleek, expensive sports car. As we drove, I sat close to him, letting our legs touch, and the anticipation and tension built between us.

When we arrived at his place, a luxurious apartment with a stunning view of the city, he wasted no time. He pulled me close, his hands on my hips, and kissed me passionately. I moaned into his mouth, my hands running through his silver hair, feeling a surge of power knowing this successful, older man wanted me so badly.

He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, laying me on the soft bed. He stood back, admiring my body, and I knew exactly what he wanted. I slowly peeled off my dress, revealing my lacy red bra and matching thong, my breasts spilling over the top. His eyes widened at the sight, and his mouth watered, literally, as he licked his lips.

I sat up, my back against the headboard, and slowly pulled off my bra, revealing my perky breasts. I played with my nipples, making them hard, knowing he loved the view. His eyes were fixed on my tits, and he groaned, his desire evident in his sharp intake of breath.

"Fucking gorgeous," he breathed, his voice hoarse with need.

I smiled, feeling powerful and in control, despite my young age. "You like what you see, Charles?"

"God, yes," he growled, his eyes fierce with hunger.

I stood up, walked over to him, and pushed him gently onto the bed. I climbed on top of him, feeling his hard dick beneath his pants, and began kissing him passionately, grinding my hips against his. He groaned, his hands grasping my ass, pulling me closer.

I broke the kiss and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing and licking his skin as I exposed more of his chest. He sighed, his head falling back as I reached for his belt, unbuckling it slowly. I pulled down his pants and boxers, his hard cock springing free, thick and veiny. I stroked it gently, feeling its warmth and hardness, and he bucked his hips, craving more.

"Fuck, Alessandra, you're driving me crazy," he groaned, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

I smiled, loving the effect I had on this older man. I leaned down and took his thick cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting his pre-cum. I sucked him deeply, my eyes locked on his, and he threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding my head as I sucked him eagerly.

"That feels so fucking good," he panted, his hips bucking gently as I took him deeper.

I pulled away, my lips glistening with saliva, and climbed on top of him, guiding his cock to my entrance. I sank down slowly, feeling him stretch me, filling me up deliciously. I threw my head back in pleasure, my tits heaving as I rode him slowly, grinding my clit against his pelvis.

He reached up, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples gently as I rode him, my breasts bouncing with the rhythm. "You like my tight pussy, Charles?" I moaned, feeling his thick cock pulsate inside me.

"It's fucking perfect," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "You're so wet and tight around my cock, it's incredible."

I leaned forward, my hands on his chest, and kissed him passionately, biting his lip as I rode him faster. He pulled me closer, his hands on my ass, helping me bounce on his lap. I moaned loudly, loving the feeling of his cock hitting my sweet spot with every thrust.

"Fuck, I'm close," he growled, his hips bucking wildly.

I wanted to feel him explode inside me, so I increased my pace, my tits bouncing wildly. "Cum inside me, Charles," I pleaded, my voice hoarse with need. "Fill my tight pussy with your hot cum."

He groaned loudly, his body tensing as he unleashed a powerful orgasm, his cum shooting deep inside me. I cried out, feeling his warmth filling me, my own orgasm crashing over me. I collapsed onto his chest, feeling his heart racing, and kissed him tenderly.

We lay there, catching our breath, his softening cock still inside me. I felt his hands running up and down my back gently, and I knew this was just the beginning of a very pleasurable night. Charles was full of desire and energy, and his $100 was definitely going to be well earned.

Little did I know, this encounter would be the first of many, and Charles would become a regular client, always eager to sample my youthful body and eager to teach me a thing or two about pleasure. But that, my friend, is a story for another time...

I'm not just a chauffeur but that's the part of the job I love. I was in the British armed forces for twenty two years before retiring from that life and finding myself at a cross roads of what I would do. I was still only forty years old so I wasn't ready to retire. I had a good pot of money saved and knew when I hit fifty five I'd half a great pension and could probably then decide to call it a day on a working life. The army looks after you reasonably well. I had several offers of careers I could retrain into. I did a business management degree in my spare time. I initially went into some tv security work after being contacted by another ex squaddie who had set himself up and was doing very well. He had contracts with several tv production companies to run their security details. After a few jobs with him I sat and had a chat with him and I decided to set up my own company offering chauffeur services for those same tv companies. Couple that with my military experience and those companies were all too happy to have me looking after their clients.

Five years before I'd finished in the forces I divorced my wife Kelly. We had never got around to starting a family, something I now regretted but we all make life choices we have to stand by. It wasn't the prettiest divorce, I was angry she'd choose to leave me when I'd worked hard for years , getting promotions along the way. I saw action in several shit holes across the world and had seen brothers fall along the way. It was only more recently that I realised the shit life she'd had. I was never around and when I was I was drinking and catching up with others. I see that now, but of course it was too late.

I bought a seven year old Bentley Mulsanne, set up my company "Saferider Chauffeur Services" and put myself out there. My name is John Rider, so the company name was, I thought , a good play on words. It didn't take long at all to find myself getting contracts with the BBC, Sky and ITV, usually driving high level execs from an airfield to an office or vice versa. I had several other jobs with private industry too doing the same thing. Quite often I'd ferry around radio presenters, tv presenters and a few actors or actresses for premieres etc. and a few now knew me by first name.

This was all ten years ago and I have some amazing stories during that time. I'll tell them here.

Part 1 the movie stars

Emma Watson and Olivia Holt

I received a call from a female at about 8pm, it was for a pick up from Heathrow airport. It was a chilly night and I wasn't expecting any other jobs that day. I don't usually do spontaneous pick ups but the caller said I'd been recommended by a friend of hers and that they'd flown in to England only to find a shortage of taxis which was resulting in an hour long queue. Fortunately for her and her friend I had dropped off at Heathrow 30 minutes earlier and was in fact having a bacon sandwich in a cafe about 10 minutes away! When I got there the two ladies were looking tired and were chatting to each other literally sat on their suitcases! I'd told them on the phone what car to look out for. They waved and looked to sigh with relief when I pulled alongside them. I pulled up and they both smiled "Hi, I'm John. " I said as I exited the vehicle and opened the back door for them. "Why don't you ladies jump straight in and I'll take care of your luggage!" "Oh thanks so much John, you are a life saver!" said one of the women. I lifted their 2 cases into the boot of the car (that's the trunk for you Americans!) I climbed into the car the 2 women took off their hats, it was only then that I recognised Emma Watson. "Wow!" I thought to myself, I've just hit a new high! I didn't recognise the other woman who now spoke. "I hope it was ok for us to call you! My agent actually gave me your number , she said you took great care of her when she was over last month!" "You were lucky I was so near or you'd have had to put up with a long wait in that taxi queue. Who's your agent? Please pass on my thanks to her." I replied. "From what I heard you already thanked her plenty when she was here! Adele, Adele Thompson, she was over for a ......." "Ah Adele! yes, no need to go on!" I laughed "I remember her very well indeed!" A month earlier Adele and I had spent a night together after a film premiere. Maybe a story for another time but she was a sexy black lady who blew my mind and other things!

"I'm Olivia and this is Emma. Like I say, we really appreciate your help!" Olivia smiled "Ah yes I recognised Miss Watson, I was a big fan of the Harry Potter books!" I replied "So are you an actress too?" Olivia and Emma both laughed. "Well that's just typical! Everyone recognises old Hermoine over here! But I'm still an unknown!" said Olivia "Hey that's not a reflection on you miss, I'm terrible with faces and names and well, without sounding rude, you look too young to be in most films I've watched!" I replied "Hey! does that mean you think I'm an oldy then?" laughed Emma We all laughed "I'm just going to keep my mouth well and truly shut from now on!" I said

Olivia kicked off her shoes and rubbed her tired feet. "God they're killing me!" she said. "Swing them up here!" said Emma "Do you mind me putting my feet up in your beautiful car?" asked Olivia "By all means miss, make yourself comfortable!" I said as I watched in the mirror. "You don't need to call us 'miss' John, just Olivia or Emma is fine!" replied Emma I flicked my eyes between the road and the vision in my mirror. Emma was now giving Olivia a deep foot rub whilst Olivia sat with her head back cooing and sighing at the relief. I caught eyes with Emma on a couple of occasions and she smiled broadly back at me. My god she was even more beautiful in real life than she'd been on camera or print! Olivia appeared to have drifted off to sleep and Emma kept her feet on her lap but I noticed her hand stroke up olivias calf and thigh on more than one occassion.

When we arrived at the address I'd been given it was actually a flat. "There's a designated parking space there!" said Emma, "It's a place I bought for when I'm in London" "Great location!" I said It was literally central SOHO "Yeh I love it here and with my hat and trusty glasses I can walk around pretty much unidentified!" she smiled. "Liv! Liv wake up!" she gently said. "I can carry her if you like!" I said "Really?" asked Emma "She wouldn't be the first!" I replied. I scooped Olivia up in my arms and followed Emma to the lift. The lift went directly into her apartment on the top floor. It opened into a light, warm open plan flat with an amazing roof terrace. "Just put her in here!" Emma said as she opened the door to a bedroom just off the side. I gently put Olivia down on to the bed and found myself almost losing myself in her beauty. I walked out in to the lounge area and Emma was in the kitchen making a cup of tea, it was from one of those instantly hot taps. "Want one?" she asked. "Seriously? Tea with Emma Watson? Who the hell would say no to that?" I smiled "I'll just head down and grab the luggage!" When I got to the car I could see outside the car park and a small shop across the road. I ran and picked up a fresh milk. Then I grabbed the cases and headed back up in the elevator. "Ah one snag!" she said as I got back into the apartment. "Milk!" I said Her face lit up "My knight in shining armour!" she laughed. We both took our tea with milk no sugar. We stood in the kitchen making small talk for a while. "So you enjoy saving young women and going all out to help?" she asked. "I'm here to serve miss!" I laughed and saluted. "Do you do foot rubs too?" she asked coyly. I must have looked surprised, excited, overwhelmed . . . "Sorry that's a ridiculous proposition . . . " she started to back track. "Get on that sofa and swing em up!" I said she smiled and we walked to the sofa. There was a certain nervousness between us in that moment. But I reached for her foot and began to rub. Using my thumbs to push out the tiredness and tension from her pretty little feet. She was so delicate, light, perfect. She sighed and threw her head back as I worked away. "God you don't know how good that is!" she said "Please do the other one!" The one in my hand rested on my lap and I took the other foot in my hands. I jumped slightly as I knew her foot in my lap was directly on my semi hard cock and there was no way she couldn't know that too. I continued to massage the ball of her foot and even worked each toe. The foot in my lap moved slightly back and too on my growing hardness. We caught each others eyes. "I'm sorry !" I said "Don't be, I like it!" she said she then became more obvious in her foot feeling and rubbing my cock. I've never had a foot fetish or really thought about feet but in this moment how could I think of anything else. The foot in my hand was being worked and I could see her nipples had hardened. Her eyes were closed and she continued to moan slightly as I rubbed her. All the time my rock hard cock was being rubbed off by her other tiny perfect foot. I made a choice which was going to get me in a whole lot of trouble or was going to make this a night to remember. I brought her foot to my mouth and kissed it. Her breathing stopped and her eyes opened. "please!" she said I started sucking on her toes as I continued to work away with the massage. My tongue worked between her toes and I was suddenly passionately kissing her feet as if in worship. She brought the other one up for the same treatment. Here I was sucking the prettiest little feet I'd ever seen. She then withdrew them and with a look of mischief she undid my trousers and released my hardness. She smiled when she saw it. "Oh my god!" she said I don't know what I expected. A blowjob, her to just strip off and jump on it . . .. I had no idea what to expect. She lay back and wrapped her feet around it. She started wanking me off slowly with her feet. She was watching me now.I started to slowly fuck between her feet. She nodded and smiled. I groaned at the incredible feeling. I watched as her hand went down in the waistband of her trousers and evidently into her panties. She began masturbating as I fucked at her pretty soles. I watched her caress her tiny breasts under her loose fitting sweatshirt. those nipples protruding further. Then she started to buck a little and her hand in her panties rubbed frantically as her breathing grew faster, harder, louder until she let out a squeal of climax. I was almost upright now my hands squeezing her feet around my cock as I fucked them faster. She moved a foot to tease my balls, so I stroked my cock, wanking it hard and fast. Her other foot came back to my mouth for sucking. I was so close to cumming. Her foot on my balls trailed a toe to by my ass, She was nodding in approval as I sucked her foot, wanked my cock and let her other foot tease my balls and ass. "I'm going to fucking cum!" I shouted I looked up and Olivia was stood by the bedroom door watching us with a huge smile on her face. I grabbed both feet and squeezed them tightly around my cock as I began to shoot thick loads of cum. Over Emmas trousers, sweatshirt and of course her feet. I collapsed onto the sofa. "You cow!" said Olivia "I thought we always partied together!" Emma laughed "I think this party is only just beginning!" she replied. "I'll make more tea!" she said as she climbed off the sofa.

In the beginning, you were all about control, both of you. Everything was new, and you took it slow, limiting yourself to holding hands and chaste kisses in public, and nothing more than a wandering hand or two under the shirt in private either. You would sit in cafes holding hands, and tell yourself that of course you could behave outside, and he looked at you and told you the same. You believed in your innocence and your decency, and you had no reason not to.

Then you started exploring. Behind closed doors, you let go more and more; the hand that had previously been wandering around your midriff rose higher and higher until it cupped your breast first through your bra, then, pushing it aside, skin on skin, and shirts came off completely, yours and his. In public – in cafes, in theaters, sometimes in the library – hands wandered, tongues wandered, and people often coughed while walking past you.... But you didn't care, you were too wrapped up in each other.

As days, even weeks passed, your public behaviour deteriorated. The hands that had been quietly clasped on the desk between you rested on thighs, on backs, under robes, and dangerously near waistbands.

Then another milestone was reached, one weekend around a month after you started. You were lying on his bed, as usual, and shirts had long since been discarded; kissing like you hadn't seen each other for a week, you were clutching each other almost desperately when his hand detached from your shoulder and traced down your side, coming to rest on your hip. It rested there for a moment before slowly moving downwards, landing on the inside of your thigh and beginning a slow circular movement upwards. You knew where this was going, and you held your breath as he touched you where no one had ever touched you before. He rubbed you through your knickers a few times before carefully flipping your skirt out of the way and easing his way into the by now damp garment. Your breath hitched at the new sensations overwhelming your body, and it was all you could do to cling to his shoulders and kiss him to keep yourself grounded.

Each touch brought a new wave of pleasure, and all of a sudden you felt a tightening in the pit of your stomach, it felt like everything was gathering deep inside you, and though you'd never experienced it before, you knew that this was it, this was what was meant when people talked about climaxing, and when everything that had gathered released simultaneously and you let out a small moan, the only sound you had made, you knew why everyone talked about it.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and grabbed you with a new fervour. You pulled him closer, impossibly closer, and kissed him frantically, like you wanted to absorb him, to become one person. He was holding your shoulders, squeezing you tight, and you could feel the emotion in his embrace, how he was holding you like you were more precious than life itself; and you could smell yourself on his hand, the smell spread all around you, and it marked him as yours, only yours.

It wasn't right for you to get all the attention, you'd decided, so you'd snaked your hand into your pants and found him already hard. You had no idea what you were doing, but grabbed him all the same, and he grunted, telling you you were doing the right thing. You kept going, moving your hand and squeezing slightly, and before long he grabbed your face in both hands and kissed you, and when he looked in your eyes you could see the adoration.

After that, your control went down the drain completely. Though you went no further, there were no limits to where. At breakfast or at lunch, you might suddenly feel a hand creeping up your thigh; reading in the library, you would get bored and slowly open his fly. Even car rides were affected.

One Tuesday you're driving down the main road, and traffic has decided to be a pain for that day, for no reason anyone can discern. You and he are sitting in the shade of the window, and you aren't playing the slightest bit of attention to the road, for two main reasons – one, you know the road, and two, three of his fingers are inside you, and he's doing his damnedest to distract you.

And it's working. One of your hands is on his thigh, the other grasping the edge of the door, and you're holding on to both for dear life as he tries to coax an orgasm out of you. You fight the urge to throw your head back as you reach the edge, and by now he knows exactly how to push you over it.

You're just calming down again when you arrive. You barely make it out of the car before he pushes you against the wall and kisses you furiously.

"You have plans next, right?" he asks in a low voice.

You nod.

"Wrong," he says, "we're going to my room." And the passion with which he leans down to kiss you again dissuades you from arguing.

His need is catching, and you're both tempted to stop multiple times along the way, but you both know that this is different, and with a few stops in corners, you make it to the entrance of the His House. You leave your clothes in a trail through the house and collapse on his bed in nothing but your underwear. Your hands are everywhere at once, and so are his.

He reaches around to unhook your bra. His lips capture your nipple, and you shudder, and shimmy his boxers off his hips. He looks to you before grasping your delicate knickers, completely soaked from the car ride’s exploits, and you nod almost imperceptibly, permitting him to dispose of them.

For the first time, you're both completely naked, but neither of you stop to consider that fact. He kisses his way down your body, and you can't do anything but lie there. His tongue darts into your belly button, and you giggle, and that giggle turns into a gasp as he cautiously licks your cunt. Your hands go to his head, fist in his hair, and you hold him in place as he fucks you with his tongue, almost but not quite to the point of climax. He pulls away, and you whimper.

"Are you ready?" he whispers, and although he doesn't say what for, you know exactly what he means. You nod, smiling up at him.

He positions himself between your legs. His hands find yours, and he squeezes your fingers tightly as he slowly pushes into you. You brace yourself, you know it's going to hurt, but a tear wells up anyway and rolls down the side of your face. He leans down to kiss it away, and continues to kiss your face down your jaw until he reaches your lips.

He releases your hands to frame your face, and you reflexively wrap your arms around him. You've grown used to the feeling of him now, and tentatively move your hips upwards. The feeling generated by this small motion astonishes you, and you gasp, and then he starts moving and you stop wondering at the small amount of friction needed for your undoing and lose yourself in it instead.

You cry out when his cock gives you the release his tongue refused you, and collapses on you with a gasp moments later. He presses kisses all over your face, and you pull him closer and simply lie there. In this moment, he is your world and you are his; there is nothing more, and you want for nothing more.

After a while, you speak up. "Do we have to go to the party?"

He laughs, nods, and presses a kiss on your temple.

So my name is Emma and I live with my amazing husband Frank. He was an engineer that worked for some big company doing super secret stuff that he never really told me much about. But one day when we were eating dinner, he got a call from someone from Human Resources telling him that the funding had been pulled and they wanted him gone first thing tomorrow morning. My heart dropped because we needed the money but it didn't sound good to lose both our jobs back to back like this. I had to fix this. We had no other options.

Later that night I found myself trawling through job sites online desperately looking for anything that could save us financially and still be something we would enjoy. And as if on cue I stumbled across this posting.

"Wanted: Secretary/Administrator." It said "No previous experience required! Training provided!" I knew right away what it was talking about. I clicked into the site to see exactly what kind of work they offered. It read...

"This is an entry-level position working directly under the manager so there's little or no need to know how to do anything other than be pleasant and helpful. If you're not afraid to get your hands dirty then please apply today!"

I read over the listing several times trying to find any hint of lies or false promises but everything seemed pretty legit. After a few moments thinking about it I decided I wasn't going to let another opportunity pass by.

The next day I got a call back and before long I found myself in front of the office with Frank waiting outside for me. As I walked up the door opened and out stepped a man dressed very professionally wearing a dark suit with white shirt underneath along with a thin black tie. His hair was cut short with just a bit of stubble showing. He had piercing blue eyes that almost made him look like he belonged behind a judge's bench. And after making sure I didn't have anyone else here he introduced himself.

"Hello, my name is Steve and welcome to our company. Lets go somewhere more comfortable shall we?" With those words he turned around and began leading me towards his desk where we sat down opposite one another. I immediately noticed how neatly organized everything looked from the clipboards on his wall to the potted plants decorating his windowsill. All told this guy was way too perfect for his own good.

"So Emma, tell me what brings you in today."

"Well sir...we've lost both of our jobs recently..."

"Okay...what do you usually do? What skills do you bring into the world?"

"Umm...Well I did a bit of modelling when I was younger, but I'm looking for a career change"

He smiled at that comment and proceeded to ask me some questions about how long I'd been doing it and what kind of things I liked to shoot. The conversation flowed smoothly and soon enough he realised he really wanted me to work for them. So without any hesitation he said.

"I think you're exactly who we need right now. When can you start?!" He said excitedly as if he couldn't wait any longer to get started with hiring me. I stammered something along the lines of "Ohh..I guess whenever..." And then he pulled out a pen and a contract for me to sign. Before signing I quickly scanned through the terms of the job agreement so I could be fully aware of the details. But after a moment's thought, I decided to just sign anyway.

"That sounds great! Welcome aboard! First thing in the morning I want to show you around so that we can begin getting to know each other better."

I smiled wide at this prospect before standing up to leave. Just before leaving however he asked one final question...

"Are you okay with working late some nights?"

"What?! Oh sure! Of course not!"

"Great! Well first day starts bright and early tomorrow, I'll see you here by 7am sharp!" With those words he got up from his chair and walked over towards his door where he opened it for me. As I left his office I heard him say something else but I didn't hear him because my mind was already racing wondering what sort of stuff he had planned for me on my first day of employment.

As soon as I made it outside the building Frank was there waiting on the steps. I immediately told him the good news. His face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"That is wonderful news honey!"

He wrapped his arms around me tightly while we shared a deep kiss filled with emotion. We both knew that this was our only chance at survival and we were going to make the most of it together no matter how hard things would get in the coming weeks or months to come.

The next morning I woke up feeling pretty anxious. This whole thing seemed too perfect. It wasn't possible for things to work out so well for us without anything being wrong somewhere along the line. I laid there thinking about all of these negative possibilities running through my head until suddenly I felt a soft hand slide down my back. My eyes snapped open just enough to catch sight of Frank kissing my neck as he gently caressed my naked skin with his fingertips.

"Morning gorgeous." He whispered before beginning to plant slow kisses across my shoulders that sent chills throughout my body.

"Morning handsome." I replied before rolling onto my side to look at him. He was lying beside me staring into my eyes before giving me that mischievous smile that always makes me feel safe and secure around him. He then reached up and placed his fingers under my chin lifting it upwards causing me to lean forwards towards him, where we kissed each other deeply, making sure not to break eye contact for even one moment. After several long minutes of passionate kissing he pulled away slightly, leaving behind a trail of hot, wet lips that he used to drag down the length of my bare stomach as he trailed them towards the waistband of my underwear.

"You're so beautiful when you sleep" he said quietly as he took in the beauty that lay right in front of him.

I blushed as I tried to hide myself from his gaze but eventually gave up and let him see me completely exposed in all my glory. It felt amazing having Frank's attention focused solely on me.

"Umm...what are you doing?" I asked shyly with an embarrassed laugh as he began undoing my bra strap and sliding it slowly over my shoulder. "I have to get ready for my first day at work" I said trying to sound more convincing than I really was. His face fell slightly at the thought of this fact.

"Don't worry baby...I'll make it up to you later today." He winked at me playfully before planting another kiss across my cheek.

I quickly got out of bed grabbing some clothes before heading out to start my morning routine. I was flicking from dress to dress, wondering what to wear, I wanted to look good on my first day. I decided on a thigh-length skirt and a nice shirt that would allow a lot of skin exposure without looking too slutty. Once all of my hair had been done and styled, I applied my makeup and finished getting dressed before going downstairs and walking into the kitchen. Frank was sitting down eating breakfast while reading something on his phone. As soon as he saw me he dropped his fork onto the plate with a loud clatter as his eyes darted back and forth between mine like he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Wow!" He said in awe. "You look absolutely beautiful"

"Thank you honey" I replied with a smile before kissing him lightly on the lips. "What time is it anyway? I've gotta go..."

"It's almost 6:30am sweetie..." he answered surprised at how early it already seemed to be.

"Ohh yeah! I should probably get moving then if I'm gonna make it in time for my first day of work" I laughed nervously. But after one last quick kiss and another admiring glance towards me from his head, I left the house running off towards our car. The drive was pretty easy and short but when I pulled up outside the office I noticed that the parking lot was full of cars and people everywhere. Standing next to the door was Steve who gave me a little wave.

"Morning Emma." He smiled as he held the door open allowing me to enter.

I followed him inside where we walked straight over to an elevator which took us directly to the top floor. Once there he pointed out the conference room, the breakroom, restrooms, storage rooms, and even an empty bedroom that could be used whenever someone needed it. Then finally he led me down a hall until we reached his office.

"So here's your desk." He said pointing at a desk directly facing his own desk. It had a nice view of the city and I felt a bit special being allowed to have this type of vantage point. "Feel free to take this whole week to settle in and get everything ready. If you need any help or have any questions feel free to let me know. Oh, and just so you know...you'll always be paid double time for working nights and weekends..."

He paused for a moment looking at my face before continuing "...and if you're good then maybe more than once a month..." His eyes were twinkling with mischief as he winked at me playfully before he sat down at his desk facing me. The rest of the day passed by very quickly with Steve constantly stopping to check on me as I worked. We went through several projects together including taking care of some incoming paperwork and filing all of our previous client files into folders. As soon as the clock struck 5pm, Steve instructed me to pack up my things and head home. I did exactly as he asked and grabbed my bag and my new work laptop before heading back downstairs.

When I got home Frank was sitting in front of the TV watching sports while drinking a beer from the mini-fridge he'd set up. He looked up when he heard me enter.

"How was your first day?" He asked with a grin.

"It was okay" I answered awkwardly "I'm pretty tired though." I said as I flopped onto the couch next to him where he put his arm around me pulling me close to him. For whatever reason his touch always seemed to relax me and make everything feel better. After another minute or so we both decided to call it an early night and headed to bed where we cuddled closely in each other's arms. I fell asleep in no time but it took longer for Frank who kept mumbling something about how beautiful I looked today until eventually drifting off himself.

The following morning came too fast for me and before I knew it I was walking into the office. As I opened the door to my office Steve seemed to panic at seeing me standing there.

"Emma! You're early!" he stammered out with a slightly panicked expression on his face. "Julie was just helping me plug in my HDMI" he continued as a lady emerged from under his desk where he was sitting. I turned towards Julie who was wearing a button-up shirt tucked neatly into some tight black pants and heels which gave her such a tall, sexy appearance. Her hair was tied into two braids that hung over one shoulder and she wore a pair of glasses to complete the nerdy look.

"Hi...I'm Emma. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." She replied kindly.

"Did you find it?" I asked "The HDMI slot." I added

"The what? Oh yeah!" Julie replied "Anyway, i'll get to work" she added with a little wave before leaving through another doorway down the hall. "See ya later!" She said as she disappeared behind the closing doors. Once alone with us again I walked inside and placed my things onto my desk before sitting in front of it as well and turning the computer back on.

Steve's phone rang and he quickly answered it. "Yes, right. Yes. Okay. I'll sort it." And then he hung up.

"Well, there goes my morning." He said, sighing.

"What is it?"

"Our building' maintance engineer just quit." He explained. "So now we need to find another to keep this ship sailing. Could you post a job ad for me please"

"Sure, no problem" I replied.

It then occured to me that this could be the perfect job for my husband Frank. Should I mention it? Or is it not appropriate i pondered.

"You know my husband is an engineer?" I said to Steve hoping that it wasn't out of line.

"Really?"

"Yes. He's been an engineer for many years. He worked for one of the biggest engineering firms in the country, before he got laid off. He's an amazing engineer."

"Well, why don't you invite him in for an interview. No harm in that. I'm not promising anything. I just have to get this position filled."

"Thank you so much! You won't regret it!"

And so I texted Frank.

"Hey baby! Are you free to come down to the office? They are looking to hire a maintenance engineer."

"Really?! Sure! What time?"

"Come in at 1pm. Bring your resume."

"Ok, love you xx"

"Love you too xxx"

Steve then mentioned "Just so you know, the engineers job is very long hours."

"Oh he'll be fine with that, don't worry" I replied.

And so I went about my day, waiting patiently for Frank to show up after lunch. At 12:45pm the intercom buzzed.

"Steve, a Frank is here to see you."

"Send him in, please"

A few moments later Frank walked into the room, and Steve immediately stood up and offered him his hand. I gave him a reassuring smile across the room as not to intrude on his interview.

"Frank, nice to meet you. Let's go to the boardroom." Steve said as he ushered him away into the previously empty room and closed the door behind them.

I could hear the murmur of their voices from behind the thick wooden door, but nothing distinct.

About 30 minutes later they emerged, and I couldn't help but notice the broad smile on Franks face. He was beaming!

"Well, we'd like to offer you the position, Frank."

"Are you serious?!" Frank replied with excitement.

"Yes, welcome aboard. Start tomorrow." Steve said, smiling.

Frank's jaw dropped, and then he looked at me and smiled even wider. He then looked at Steve and said.

"Thank you, Steve. Thank you. I will not disappoint you."

"Wonderful." Steve replied, "Now, I'm afraid I have a meeting to get to. But, I'll get our janitor to show you around the basement where the maintence office is."

And with that, Steve called in the janitor who led Frank away.

Afterwards Steve came over to me.

"What a stroke of luck huh? Thank you for bringing your husband in."

"My pleasure. He will be so happy. And he really is good at his job."

"Great. Well, let's get back to work then, shall we."

And with that, the afternoon whizzed by.

Soon enough it was 5:30pm, and it was time to leave.

"See you tomorrow." I said, as I was packing my things up.

"Yes, see you tomorrow." Steve replied "Oh , and could you ask Julie on your way out if she would mind staying back a little later tonight?" Steve added.

"No problem."

"Thanks."

I went and found Julie.

"Hey, Julie. Steve asked if you could stay back tonight?"

"Sure, no worries." she sighed, and returned to her desk.

With that I left the building and headed home.

TO BE CONTINUED…IF YOU WANT A PART 2 LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS ❤️🔥🥵

I didn’t need to look back to know he was staring, his gaze practically burning through me as I held my position, my ass high and my pussy wet, aching for him. I could hear his breathing grow heavier, and that alone sent a fresh wave of excitement pulsing through me.

In the dim light, I could just make out the rough edges of the sauna floor beneath my knees, cool against my flushed skin. It was a strange contrast—the heat from the steam surrounding us, mixing with the chilled tile below. My entire body was buzzing, every nerve alive and waiting, every sense heightened. I closed my eyes, bracing myself, and felt the weight of his hand on my lower back.

With a slow, steady pressure, he traced his fingertips along my spine, sending shivers through me, despite the intense heat of the room. His touch was light but firm, lingering on each curve, traveling down to the small of my back before moving over the full roundness of my ass. I arched instinctively, pressing my hips back toward him.

And then, he was pressing against me. His cock, already slick from my mouth, slid effortlessly across my pussy, teasing me with each brush against my clit. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan, but it slipped out anyway, low and needy. He seemed to take that as his cue, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer, pressing himself just barely inside me before pausing. The tease was torturous—I could feel the thick head stretching me, just the slightest hint of what was to come.

“Please…” The word slipped out before I could stop it, raw and desperate.

He pushed in deeper, filling me inch by inch, his grip tightening on my hips as he held me steady. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but I didn’t want him to stop. I pressed back, wanting all of him, wanting to feel him completely buried inside me. I could feel his entire length throbbing, pressed up against every sensitive part of me.

He started to move, pulling out almost all the way before driving back in with a slow, controlled force. Each thrust was deliberate, unhurried, and it was driving me mad. I could feel myself clenching around him, my body responding instinctively, pulling him deeper each time. His hands roamed over me, one sliding up to grip my waist, the other moving to my breast, cupping it firmly, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple.

The sensation was overwhelming, his cock hitting spots inside me that made my head spin, his hand teasing my sensitive nipple, the steam surrounding us, thick and humid, making everything feel hotter, more intense. I could barely hold myself together, my breaths coming out in shallow gasps, my fingers curling against the floor as I tried to ground myself.

But he didn’t relent. His pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder, each one sending a jolt through my entire body. I was a mess of sensation, my hips rocking back to meet him, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room, mingling with the hiss of steam and our ragged breathing.

Then, without warning, he slowed. I felt his hands slide around my waist, pulling me up so my back was flush against his chest. His hand moved down, fingers slipping between my thighs, finding my clit. I let out another gasp as he circled it, sending shockwaves through me, my hips bucking as I struggled to stay upright.

I came, my body trembling, my walls clenching around him as he held me steady. I could feel his cock twitching against me, and just as the last waves of my orgasm subsided, he pushed inside me again, his movements rough and urgent now, his own restraint slipping. He was close—I could feel it in the way his body tensed, his grip on my waist tightening, his breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps.

With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside me, his entire body shuddering as he found his release. I felt the warmth of him fill me, and it sent another wave of satisfaction through me, even though I have cum.

For a few moments, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, his hands tracing slow, lazy circles over my skin. The steam around us had started to dissipate, the air cooling slightly, but I was still lost in the haze, my body heavy and sated.

Eventually, he pulled away, and I managed to gather myself, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around me, embarrassed and flustered now the moment was over. Without looking back, I grabbed my things and made toward the exit…

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Mark and Hana arrived at Le Pavillon a few minutes early—around 7:45 pm—which allowed them time to take in the enormity of the space. The restaurant sits on a second-floor cavity within an industrial corporate tower. In sharp contrast to the cold, metropolitan concrete, the restaurant touts lush greenery, live trees, and foliage that create pathways through the dining room. The darkness outside made the restaurant’s interior feel magical and intimate. Although there were sections of tables traditionally arranged in rows, there were a few two-person round tables conveniently shielded from mainstream view—on one side, these tables were obscured by carefully manicured olive trees and knee-high rows of shrubbery. On the other, was a concrete wall with a soaring spectacle of natural wooden panels. As luck would have it, one of these semi-private spaces belonged to Mark and Hana that night.

The dinner itself was everything you’d expect and more. To unburden themselves from decision-making during dinner, they opted for the three-course tasting menu with a bottle of Syrah to unburden themselves from decision-making during dinner. The tension in Hana’s shoulders seemed to melt away halfway through her second glass and the main course. The relief was mutual, and a night where they could just immerse themselves in each other’s company was exactly what they needed. Even if they were sitting shoulder to shoulder with another couple, nothing could’ve broken the attention they were paying towards one another.

Mark and Hana left the restaurant around 10. It felt like they were retracing the steps from their night in Chicago. But while the Midwest would be slowly winding down by this time, New York’s reputation as the city that never sleeps was on full display. They felt obligated to holster any temptation to retreat to their hotel for a few hours to explore what the city had to offer. After scrolling for nightcap possibilities, Hana suggested they check out The Campbell right around the corner from the restaurant.

Inside felt a bit like going back in time; what The Campbell calls “the office” is one of the bar’s three spaces. The office gives off a real 1920s smoking room vibe. Quartzite accents, bold brass finishes, and custom wood adorn much of the bar surfaces while rich, hunter-green mohair and leather furnishings complement the rest of the room. Mark and Hana found a couple of seats on a high-backed corner sectional that allowed them to sit next to each other facing out towards a series of tables.

A young waiter came by shortly to take their drink orders, stealing glances at Hana in that stunning dress while she looked over the menu. Every time she’d look back at him to ask a question, his eyes would quickly dart back to meet hers before drifting back to examine how that dress clung to her tits. He was so preoccupied with that visual splendor that he tripped over the flooring on the way back to the bar.

“I think you made that guy’s night.”

Hana smirked, knowing full well the effect she was having on him (and probably every guy in the bar that night after you walked in). When he came back with their cocktails, Hana let her hand linger on his suggestively. He glanced in Mark’s direction with a panicked look on his face—if to suggest he wasn’t doing anything—before speed-walking back to the bar.

“That poor guy. He looks like he’s about to explode,” Mark said with a chuckle. Admittedly, the thought of Hana toying with other guys was a huge turn-on. They’d talked about their past endeavors, each confessing to having plenty of adventurous sex before they met (threesomes, foursomes, public sex, one-night stands). Still, it was clear they both had plenty of unexplored fantasies and were ready to unlock more of them together. While they enjoyed their drinks and each other’s company, Hana’s foot started making light brushes against Mark’s shin under the table while she almost subconsciously rimmed her cocktail glass with her index finger. After a few minutes of letting her mind drift, she abruptly snapped back to reality.

“We should use the restroom before we head out.”

Mark nodded, and Hana got up while he flagged down the waiter for the check.

After settling the bill, Mark’s mind went adrift. He pictured Hana flirting unabashedly with the young waiter, sliding him a key to their hotel room while Mark was out. As he approached their hotel room door, he swore he could hear moans coming from the other side. Mark walked in to see Hana bouncing on his cock. She looked over her shoulder to exchange glances with him, before turning back to focus on her new toy. At first the waiter panicked, but Hana grabbed his face to pull his focus back to her. She ground her hips onto him and moved his hands onto her tits. The waiter held on for dear life as Hana used to cum. It wasn’t long before he followed. He flipped her onto her back before painting her tits with cum.

Mark snapped out of it. He realized it’d been some time, so he shot Hana a quick text to see if she was okay. No response. He got up and decided it’d be best to check on her in the restroom himself. Mark cracked the door open and called out Hana’s name.

“I’m in here.”

Somewhat relieved, Mark pushed through the bathroom door and toward the last stall where he discovered Hana leaning against the far wall with her fingers gently running circles against her clit and her lacy black thong around her ankles. Hana’s face was drunk with lust.

“It’s about time you got the hint.”

“I want you to fuck me in the bathroom before we go would’ve been more direct than what you said at the table.”

Hana smiled before stepping out of her panties as Mark closed the distance between them. He could see Hana’s juices running down her legs and her arousal was dripping onto the floor. He dropped to his knees and worked his way up Hana’s inner thighs, tasting her sweetness. Hana’s left hand cupped the back of Mark’s head, guiding him up towards her inviting slit. He started planting soft kisses around her pussy and her hips jutted forward, eager for release.

“Mmm…eat this pussy, baby,” Hana pleaded. Mark flattened his tongue against her sex and dragged it upward, sending shockwaves through her body.

“Mmmmhhhh…fuuuuuck!” she cried out. Hana’s position against the wall gave her leverage. Both of her hands were now pressed against Mark’s head to keep him from any further teasing. She lifted her left leg over his shoulder before starting to fuck Mark’s face. Hana’s moans were getting louder, any lingering discretion fading with your orgasm in sight until…

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

At that point, Mark realized I never shut the stall door. Their eyes immediately turned toward the voice and found the waiter standing in front of them—apologetic, but frozen enough that he couldn’t look away. Hana broke the awkward silence with a rage of lust. She grabbed him by the shirt into the stall, latched the door, forced him to his knees, and made him pick up where Mark left off.

Mark saw him make a feeble attempt at processing how the hell this was happening to him, Hana’s slick pussy rocking against his face in the middle of his shift. Mark stood back to admire the view and locked eyes with his girlfriend. She was swirling in pure animalistic lust as she used her new toy in front of him. The waiter’s cock was visibly tenting his work pants while he lapped at Hana’s sex.

“Cum on his face, baby,” Mark demanded, possessed by the fantasy that he’d played out in his head a few moments before.

“Ooohh fuuuck…” Mark’s command triggered Hana’s orgasm. The waiter’s hands blindly reached for her tits, trying to pinch Hana’s nipples through her dress. His attempt to heighten her pleasure was admirable, but his inexperience was distracting. She swatted his hands away as her body rode the wave of her orgasm, her gaze never leaving Mark’s.

As soon as she came down, Hana stepped over the waiter without even an ounce of acknowledgment. She pushed Mark against the opposite stall wall. The waiter spun around to look at them—his confused face a mess of cum and saliva—just as Hana pulled Mark’s cock out, dropped into a squat, and took him deep into her throat. It was his turn to watch.

He undid his belt and started to tug on his cock, tripping backward until his back hit the wall. Hana was eager to put on a show for him, slowly gyrating her hips suggestively while she worked her boyfriend’s cock. She shifted them sideways to give the waiter a better view. She made purposeful eye contact with him every time her tongue ran up and down Mark’s shaft and then shifted back to Mark every time she pinned his cock upright against his body to service his sensitive balls. The show was too much for the young waiter to handle. He started to jackhammer his cock furiously before cumming all over the bathroom floor. Mark lifted Hana up and entered her from behind. Her face contorted in pleasure while the waiter continued to stroke his dick inches from her face. Even though he’d just cum, he was desperate that Hana would wrap her lips around it and bring him to a second release.

His head rolled back once she finally gave in to his silent pleas. The sound of sex filled the bathroom up as the two men worked Hana from both ends, the waiter’s cock disappearing further down her throat as Mark thrust into her. The sights and sounds were intensely erotic for everyone, and it was bringing the trio dangerously close to climax.

The waiter came first, filling Hana’s mouth with his seed. She grabbed onto his hips, pulling him into her, while her other free hand cradled his balls. He once again stumbled backward as his softening cock fell out of your mouth. Hana arched her back as she stood upright. Her right arm wrapped around Mark’s head, pulling his ear close to her mouth.

“Come inside this pussy, daddy,” Hana whispered.

That sent Mark over the edge. He erupted into her, and Hana matched his thrusts to milk his cock for everything it was worth. When Mark finally pulled out, a steady stream of cum poured out of her. There was a collective pool of sex on the floor of the stall next to Hana’s discarded, soaked-through panties.

Hana twirled around to kiss Mark, their tongues dancing together until they fully came down from their high. They left the waiter in the stall brimming in his afterglow with a new keepsake—Hana’s lace panties—before leaving the bar and being greeted by the crisp evening air outside. The sudden refreshment woke Mark up from this entrancement. It was still unclear how they went from a romantic dinner to a wild encounter in a bar bathroom, but any surface uncertainty was counteracted by a strange craving deep inside of him. He liked it. And he wanted more. He just wasn’t sure what yet. Mark started walking them towards the hotel when Hana paused and squeezed his hand insistently in the opposite direction

“There’s one more place I wanted to take you to tonight.”

[To be continued…]

It was a cold, crisp evening as my wife and I entered the boutique, its warm glow offering a brief respite from the winter chill outside. She had a corporate event coming up, and we’d decided today was the day to find the perfect dress. After browsing the racks for a few minutes, she found it—an eye-catching, green, one-shoulder dress with a sophisticated floral detail near the shoulder.

A store associate approached us, polite and attentive. He asked my wife if she’d like to try the dress on, and after a quick chat about her size, he disappeared into the back to retrieve two options. I was shown to a chair just outside the fitting rooms, positioned perfectly for me to see when she stepped out.

Minutes passed. I checked my phone, tapping my foot lightly on the tile floor. Then, the door creaked open, and there she was. She looked stunning—the dress clung to her figure, accentuating her curves, and the sheen of the fabric caught the dim light in the most flattering way. Her full bust, sans bra due to the layering she'd been wearing all day, gave the dress an undeniable sensuality. I admired her, noticing the fabric's slight cling, revealing the outline of her nipples. But we were alone, and she didn't seem to mind.

We were lost in our conversation about the fit, the event, and how perfect the dress was for her, when, without warning, the store associate returned. His voice cut through our private moment, asking how the dress felt. My wife, clearly startled, quickly turned toward the mirror, her back now facing him as she wrapped her arms protectively across her chest.

I watched her tense, her body language screaming discomfort. She was pretending to inspect herself in the mirror, but I knew better—she was shielding herself. The associate, either oblivious or indifferent, continued to press. He asked her to turn around so he could check the fit.

Her hesitation was palpable. After a beat, she finally turned, her arms still crossed tightly, trying to preserve a sense of modesty. But he wasn’t satisfied. He instructed her to twist, turn, lift her arms—and slowly, inevitably, she had to let go. I saw the moment her arms dropped to her sides. There, under the bright store lights, the outline of her nipples peeked through the dress, clear as day.

I expected the associate to back off, maybe acknowledge the awkwardness and give her space. But no—he was focused, determined to complete his task. He stepped closer, asking her to turn her back toward him, saying something about the dress's bottom hem needing adjustment.

I watched, a knot forming in my stomach, as he crouched behind her, his fingers slipping under the hem of the dress. His hands disappeared between her legs, the fabric shifting under his grip. My heart raced. What was he doing? Thirty seconds ticked by—each second feeling like an eternity—while his hands worked, invisible but unmistakably close to her body.

Finally, he stood, but the tension in the air didn’t dissipate. He moved to her side, instructing her to lift the part of the dress without a shoulder strap. With precise movements, he tugged at the fabric, his hand brushing against her chest as he adjusted the drape of the dress. I watched, feeling my pulse in my ears, as his fingers skimmed dangerously close to her skin.

Then, as if in slow motion, it happened.

With the shift of fabric on one side, the balance on the opposite shoulder, weighted down by the elaborate floral detail, began to slip. At first, it was subtle—a slight loosening of the dress on her left side, nothing to alarm anyone. But then, in one swift motion, the strap slid off her shoulder completely. The heavy fabric, burdened by the floral embellishment, fell with startling speed, cascading down her arm, catching momentarily at her elbow before dropping entirely.

I froze.

The left side of her chest, exposed entirely, lay bare in the cool air of the fitting room. Her skin caught the light, gleaming under the artificial glow, vulnerable and exposed. And worse—because the associate still held the right side of the dress firmly against her body, the tension across the dress was uneven. The right side, too, slipped, just not as quickly. The fabric gave way, pulling down enough to reveal nearly the entirety of her right breast. Only a slim section of the dress clung to her, barely covering what little modesty remained.

My wife, caught completely off-guard, inhaled sharply, her eyes widening in a mix of shock and embarrassment. The store associate, however, seemed completely unfazed. He held the right edge of the dress, almost casually, as if unaware of what had just transpired. His hand remained close to her chest, fingers grazing the fabric as it hung precariously. He glanced down, then back up at her face, still expressionless, as if he hadn’t just inadvertently stripped her of nearly all coverage.

The moment felt frozen in time, a stark contrast to the quick fall of fabric. Her hands twitched, instinctively reaching to cover herself, but before she could make a move, he was already stepping forward.

“I’ll just adjust this,” he said, his voice steady and composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

I couldn’t believe it. His calm demeanor only heightened the absurdity of the situation. He leaned in, his body brushing just a little too close to hers as he reached to fix the fallen shoulder strap. His fingers fumbled momentarily with the heavy floral embellishment, while the dress remained halfway down her chest. Her skin, bare and exposed, lay inches from his hands as he adjusted the strap with calculated precision.

There was a heaviness in the air, thick with discomfort and tension. My wife, clearly flustered, stood frozen, her eyes darting between me and the mirror, unsure of what to do or say. And then, as if finally realizing the full weight of the situation, the associate stepped back. He smiled—a polite, professional smile—and said, “There. That should hold better now.”

The dress was fixed, mostly. But the memory of that moment lingered. His hands had lingered a little too long, the fabric had slipped too far, and the boundary between customer service and something far more personal had been crossed.

As he walked away, the air felt heavier than before. I saw the subtle way my wife shifted, pulling the dress up higher, making sure it wouldn’t fall again. We exchanged a glance, both of us feeling the weight of what had just happened but unsure of how to respond. The associate disappeared around the corner, seemingly unfazed by the entire ordeal.

But the air in the fitting room had shifted. The moment that should have been about celebrating how beautiful she looked in that dress now felt tainted by something darker, something more unsettling. As we left the store, a chill crept back in, though this time it had nothing to do with the winter air outside.

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It had been only a week since my last... er, donation at the sperm bank. With it, lots of odd emotions, mainly around the exact methods used to extract a sample. Visions of the exact momrny I unloaded inside the woman I barely knew and was promptly informed of how my sample would be processed replayed in my mind. I had applied for another trial, more or less as soon as I left that room. Truth be told in the days after I regretted it. It was surely perverted, was it not?

"Oh...," they chuckled knowingly. "Back so soon, eh?"

She clocked me as soon as I entered. My face must have been some picture, because she reassured me afterwards.

"It's all good, man." letting her legs part, presenting her pussy to me. "Repeat clients are part of the job." She added with a shrug. "C'mon, briefs off and get to work, you already know how it goes..."

Even though I had did this before, I was strangely more nervous this time. The first time, my body was just in autopilot, the shock of it all... but now I knew the score. I looked back at her - she was now laying back, book in hand. I'm still for a moment, before she peers over the book, eyebrow raised.

She was about to speak, but I quickly rushed over, undoing my belt. She smirked then, returning to her book. I didn't want to waste more time, and I didn't know how long it would take to finish. My cock wasn't full erect when I tried to insert it inside, but it quickly hardened as each inch pushed inside of her.

"Splendid! Now a quick back and forth for a bit, and ejaculate!" She said, in a slightly silly, chipper voice, then her voice went back to normal. "You've got... seven minutes." She informed me, checking the clock.

I started my thrusts. One. Two. Three... even as slow as I was going, I felt myself about to cum almost instantly. Even though she wouldn't care, it was still embarrassing. Four... five... fuck.

I came just like that after barely a minute. I felt fantastic, but a little red in the face at having been so quick about it. But she really, truly isn't paying much attention. She just looks up from her book and looks down.

"Is that you done?" She questions, already knowing I am. "Alright, just pull out and I'll deal with all of that." She says with a gesture between her legs.

As I'm about to leave, to my surprise she speaks up again.

"And... if you plan on making another donation, and you really wanna see me specifically, you've got to request Tuesday, Wednesday or Friday... just saying..."

I thanked her for the advice.

All characters 18+ and consenting. Please read parts 1-4 for context. Happy reading xx

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The girls, or Goddesses as he now referred to them, hadn’t contacted him in three days, even Goddess Carly who was Simon’s roommate in their share house had spoken to him scarce little.

All he was told, when he was awoken and his shackles were undone as Carly removed him from her ball-boxing table was to wait to receive further instruction.

He had assumed that the contact would be a bit more on the nose, overt even. He sat on the edge of his bed dreading another gruelling day of work. As the days rolled on he noticed his manhood no longer rose as hard and as firm as it once did in the mornings.

Before his caging he was thick and firm as the sun broke through his windows, recently he had woken up to a semi hard, barely chubbed member, the precum sticky and smelly.

Most recently, he woke up to no erection at all, only remnants of a wet dream he couldn’t remember and an orgasm he didn’t feel. It did nothing to sate his horny brain or lessen the sexual anticipation that lingered inside his big blue balls.

He studied his locked cock, how pitiful and small it looked inside the 1-inch cage, soon, he feared, a purely flat cage would be on the horizon. His days of even having a visible cock felt as though they were numbered.

Looking now from his imprisoned shaft to his balls he studied the damage now that a few days had gone past.

His left nut had swollen and stayed the size of a miniature mandarin, while the other appeared regularly sized, although the shape a little warped.

His ball skin had lost the reddish glow it had once had and now was replaced with black and blue spots across the sack. Purple bruising highlighted the darker spots, areas which Simon feared may need medical attention.

Running the lightest finger across the skin sent a powerful jolt of euphoria through his body. The mere touch enough to ignite him and set his world aflame with taboo thoughts and depraved desires to have even more happen to him. He longed to have the courage to step out the door and go find Goddess Carly and beg…plead…fall on his knees and submit to whatever she desired.

But alas, he knew his orders, his Goddesses were quite clear and he had only experienced happy Goddesses, he was utterly terrified of the pain they would inflict had he genuinely upset them.

Clutching his aching nuts he felt goosebumps rise over his body, his dick stiffening as he realised he only had both balls still by the grace of his Goddesses.

At the same time he heard his phone vibrate on his bedside table, the phone partly rotating as the screen illuminated with a single message, a message from Amanda that simply read;

“Time to play.”

Simon pulled up in his beat up car out the front of Amanda’s house. Unlike Goddess Carly and he, Amanda was much better off financially and could afford a rather luxurious home, the sight of it filled Simon with a deep jealousy, the frustration already building.

As he walked up to the door, he outstretched a weak arm to rap the door with his knuckles, before they could connect with the large wooden door it swung open with Amanda standing on the other side.

Dressed in a very aesthetic, complex and completely sexy set of ruby red lingerie Amanda held the door open, fish net stockings gripping her thick luscious legs, her feet snuggly fitted into two gorgeous red bottomed heels.

Her voluptuous breasts and thick build had Simon’s needy cock dripping, causing a light stain on his pants, his mouth quickly following suit.

Amanda snapped a hand in front of him, forcing him to focus and break away from ogling her for one moment. She swept her dual coloured hair to one side, the green and black rolling atop one another in a beautiful dance.

Quietly she led him inside and into a large room just beyond the living room. It appeared to be her bedroom, a master bedroom, fit with a king sized bed and an accent window, a chair in the corner and beautiful royal purple drapes. The colour eerily similar to the shade his balls were turning.

At the base of her bed was a cushioned chair which had two hand holds at the front and thick metal beam which went to the floor, the beam adorned with wheels. It appeared as though this was a custom made chair of shorts.

Still silent, Amanda led Simon up toward the chair helping him onto it. Like Goddess Carly had done days before, he was told to lay horizontal, his arms clipped into restraints as he was wheeled close to the bed.

“I don’t know what Carly told you but I’m not the mean one. That’s Jackie. I do enjoy a little physical infliction of pain yes but I prefer to describe my style as long lasting.” Amanda said, finally breaking the silence, rolling the lounger closer to the bed.

Climbing atop it she spun around to face the immobilised Simon who was practically hovering just out of reach. Spreading her legs in his direction she adjusted the pillows to give her a bit of lumbar support.

Casually caressing herself she watched as Simon squirmed at the site, so horny but unable to move. Slowly and methodically she traced and squeezed her body, grabbing at her big boobs, lovely stomach and incredible thighs. She played with her hair and moaned ever so softly before running a deliberate hand down, snagging her lingerie g string with an acrylic nail.

Gently and painfully slowly she pulled the thin piece of fabric to the side revealing her gorgeous, perfectly puffy pussy, Simon practically a puddle of precum on the horizontal chair. Smiling, Amanda spoke;

“I like to have my slaves watch, to break them mentally, it’s so much more…erotic, than regular domination. To leave them questioning themselves and longing for release is just —“ she paused now lightly rubbing her pussy, the circular motions hypnotising.

“Pure bliss.”

She rubbed faster now, her moans raising slightly higher in tone as she rubbed with one hand. As the speed increased, Simon watched, trying to jerk himself forward to get another glorious inch closer.

He was just far enough away he couldn’t touch or smell, he could only see. Helplessly he watched as Amanda grinned at him, stopping her rub momentarily to spread her pussy lips and show herself to him fully, the sight causing Simon to spasm wildly in the restraints, desperately trying to free himself or get any form of friction on his dick.

The cage hurt his cock which pressed up against it firmly, his balls felt like they’d explode a heaping of cum if she continued.

As if his head was affixed in this position he continued to stare forward, jostling lightly in the seat, humping it where possible to gain a slight pleasure. Alas the seat was too short and barely wide enough to hold him, it dug into his pudgy stomach, it barely fondling him.

Amanda continued to rub herself all the while, now slipping in a finger or two with her other hand, her index coated liberally with her juices.

Salivating and panting like a dog, Simon begged for it, poking his tongue out toward her. To his surprise, Amanda stopped and pulled her wet, sloppy finger out, raising it just out of reach of his mouth.

“Smell it.” She barked holding his mouth shut with one hand and pushing the finger beneath his nose with the other.

Breathing deeply he smelt her fine, almost intoxicating sexual aromas, the twangs and notes a blissful escape from his unending blue balls. Now on the edge of the bed she finger fucked herself fast and hard, the moans almost screams, aimed directly at Simon who had no choice but to watch.

He couldn’t cum and couldn’t enjoy the heavenly sight as Amanda pounded her angelic pussy with her feminine hand. Occasionally she took her hand out and slapped Simon hard across the face with her pussy juice soaked hand, Simon lapping up what he could from his cheek like a feral mutt.

“You like that? You want a taste? You wanna please Goddess?” Amanda teased, her voice airy and sensual.

“Yes Goddess.” Simon pleaded.

“You’ll be my good boy? You’ll do whatever makes Mommy happy?” Amanda replied, ever so out of breath.

“Yes Goddess.” Simon affirmed.

“Call me Mommy.” Amanda ordered.

“Yes Mommy.” He answered softly.

With a giggle, Amanda ceased the finger fuck and pushed herself up the bed as the sound of her bedroom door opening sent a cold chill down Simon’s spine. Unable to turn around he felt a mighty large and muscular hand slap against the small of his back, another began squeezing his pale ass cheeks.

Frozen in fear he looked to Amanda who smiled and winked as the unnamed, well endowed man walked into view.

“Keep your eyes on Mommy.”

The scene was beyond cuckoldry. Normally the cuck knew the man, knew the woman and was often times allowed to touch or caress her. But now, strung up and forced to view, Simon sat immobile as Amanda lay sprawled out in front of him.

Pounding her senseless a large black man rammed his meaty cock into her tight pussy, her moans of decadence almost bloodcurdling to Simon now.

It was so emasculating. To sit like a chump, a pale weak beta, as Goddess was pleasured beyond compare in front of you. Simon whimpered but, lacking a spine of worth, he kept his gaze toward the action, seeing the man flip Amanda into the prone-bone position, ripping her fishnets as he did, sliding deeper and deeper into her pleasure cove, his cock fully disappearing before Simon’s very eyes.

“Ooh yeah just like that baby. Hey cucky are you watching? You see how a real man, with a real set of balls lives?” Amanda called out in between moans, her hand reaching between her now elevated legs and fondling the massive, low hanging family jewels of the unnamed man.

Even prior to the cage, the cock inside Amanda currently was at least double Simon’s full length, his girth no where comparable. He watched with morbid fascination as Amanda began to speak again;

“I like my little cucky’s to watch, knowing they’re wishing they could have a taste, knowing how defeated and worthless they feel…UGH FUCK…it’s SO good.” Amanda said as the pounding continued, the man slapping her ass, the position now doggy style, her pussy dripping all over his fat and thick cock.

“Some of my cucky’s get rewards. If they’re helpful. Will you be helpful cucky?” Amanda asked between deep, passionate moans.

“Yes Mommy.” Simon said, unable to hide his defeated and emasculated tone. If his balls and dick could still work, it was evident he wouldn’t and hadn’t ever pleasured a woman like the man was doing. Simon felt worthless. Surely there was something he could do to impress Goddess Amanda.

“Oh fuck right there, don’t stop don’t stop.” Amanda cried out, the sex taking a new depraved twist as the man sped up to ludicrous speeds, demolishing her cunt and filling it quickly with a huge thick, sticky surprise. Pulling out slowly, as to not pull the nut with him, the man successfully removed himself and walked behind the station Simon found himself attached to.

Suddenly Simon felt a sudden drop down in height, a noisy cranking heard behind him as he was lowered down a few important inches. Now his face could touch the bed. The unnamed man rolled the seat deeper into the bed frame, Simon able to smell the man’s powerful cum musk from here.

Amanda flipped from all fours to her back, her eyes locked onto Simon’s. Slowly and delicately she moved down the bed, Cunt first toward Simon, the stench of the man’s conquest filling his nostrils. Now only millimetres away, Simon could feel the hotness radiating off her warm pussy, the semen and juice soaked pussy a tongue length away.

He wanted a taste but not like this. This was beyond humiliating it was downright demoralising. He was straight and yet he felt the desire overcome him. He held back for as long as he could until Amanda gave him permission;

“Lap it up you little bitch.”

Wasting no time, Simon dug in like a thirsty dog, licking and lapping up the powerful’s mans load mixed with Amanda’s euphoric pussy juice; her wetness beyond description whilst the man’s cum was awful, completely sour and overly salty. It was thick, the consistency enough to bring Simon to tears.

Yet, he preserved, hoping desperately he’d get a mouthful soon that would be pussy only. How he longed to bring her to orgasm. Maybe then, maybe just maybe, she’d unlock him and take pity on him.

Give him a chance to prove himself. However, just like the idea of a cum-free pussy licking, that too was a pipe dream, because as soon as Simon found his bearings and had cleaned all the man’s awful seed from her delicious Cunt Amanda pulled away, laughing all the while.

Simon felt like he would be sick as the man wheeled his station toward the centre of the room. Simon watched Amanda redress herself slightly and stand from the bed, her face flush with happiness. She picked up her phone and the familiar haptic sounds rang in his ears.

When would his torment and teasing end? Had Amanda told the other two Goddesses about his recent cum meal? Would he be subjected to cum eating more? Strangely Simon welcomed the fact if and only if it meant a taste, a lick, a smell of the other Goddesses’ pussies.

“You know—“Amanda began, walking behind the still confined Simon, now out of reach. “My Bull, he has an uncanny power of a super short refractory period, he’s able to go again in minutes. But his massive, fat cock leaves me sore for days. So naturally I have to think of other holes he can fill…” Amanda said rounding back into view of Simon, now wearing a flesh coloured strap on, the dildo around 9” in length.

“Your holes will do.” Amanda said, smacking Simon in the side of the head with her strap on before forcing it inside his shocked mouth. Thrusting hard, Simon did his best to move and bob his head in rhythm with Amanda, so to allow for more seamless stroking. He coughed and spluttered, saliva and spit falling all over her bedroom floor as she pushed it deeper into his mouth.

Simon began to cry again, the emasculation continuing, all the while the unnamed man rubbed and fondled his ass. Simon closed his eyes as the strap on continued its assault in his mouth, focusing on the feeling of the man rubbing handfuls of lubricant on and around his delicate, virgin asshole.

Worriedly Simon shook in his confines with fear, feeling the massive meaty hand against the small of his back yet again, this time accompanied by a voice;

“Don’t worry this only hurts the first time.”

Simon cried out loudly, his pleas muffled by the sounds of gurgling on Goddess Amanda’s strap on. He curled his toes and tightened his hands as he felt the immense force of the unnamed stranger enter his tight asshole for the first time, stretching it into a gaping maw.

The pair were off and out of sync but before long the strokes came to be in unison both sliding in and out of their new fucktoy with a depraved synchronisation.

Although Simon’s balls were intact and his cock was still caged. Although no physical harm had become him the session had not yet caused him to pass out he felt as though he wished it had.

He wished to trade the emasculating, humiliating, ego-destroying play he was currently participating in with the brutal Ballbusting, at least it was a pain he knew and could bare.

As the strokes kept coming, his dick cumming unfeeling, no-pleasure loads from the prostate stimulation Simon began to disassociate as the fake and real cock rammed down his holes nearly meeting in the middle.

What a sick puppy he was. Emotional sadism is just as if not worse than physical sadism Simon thought as he felt the real cock in his ass harden. As he felt the dick stiffened a manly load about to be pumped into his bitch-boy asshole, he knew it was imminent.

The days of his ego and his manly stature were destroyed as the load shot down his asshole. Crying and quaking, writhing and sobbing Simon felt distraught and yet equally fulfilled.

He had proven his dedication to Mommy. As she pulled the strap on from his mouth he gaped in a breath of air. As the stale oxygen entered his lungs he thought peacefully that it may be over but just as quickly his heart began to race at the premise that his new life and by extension, his sexual torture, had only just begun…

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