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Three scenes from the weeks following the beginning of my sexual relationship with my mother:



***



On the morning of my graduation, I still wasn’t sharing a bed with mom. We were still a little skittish about things—well, mom was, and she wanted to set some boundaries. But that morning I woke up to the warm, buzzy feeling of her sucking my cock. She gently massaged my tight, full balls with her right hand, while her left hand alternated between stroking my cock and rubbing my leg as she worked to get as much of me in her mouth as she could.



I wanted to pretend I was asleep until I came, but after about five minutes of her sucking my cock, slicking me up with her wet mouth, she could feel me firm my hips and thrust forward slightly to better fill her mouth. She removed her lips from the head of my cock with a wet, sexy pop, and we smiled at each other.



Wordlessly, she pulled herself up slightly so I could see the thin tank top she was wearing, her nipples obscenely visible through the sheer fabric. When she pulled the top off her tits jiggled. Watching them move, my whole lower body tightened. A drop of precum emerged from the tip of my cock, a sticky wetness to cap off my cock that was still wet from mom’s expert sucking.



Mom stroked me slowly, angling my cock against her full tits.



“Cum for mommy, baby,” she said. “I’m gonna keep this cum all over my tits all day today, so I know how good my boy makes me feel.”



It wasn’t long before I came, thick cummy tendrils slapping my mom’s chest and lower neck—ropes of cum, one after the other, reckless and beautiful as a splatter painting.



Purring, she rubbed the thick mess around and around her tits, massaging it into her skin. We kissed and held each other, my softening cock nestled in her thick pubic hair. She was as good as her word that day. Later she would tell me how proud she was of me sitting in the stands watching me get my diploma, and how close she felt to me because my cum was on her skin.



***



At a graduation party I wound up fooling around with a girl I knew from one of my classes. Her name was Katie and she was fat in what I thought a very sexy way—wide, round hips and a curvy ass that ratched up and down nicely when she walked, full tits that she liked to emphasize with low-cut v-neck tops, and a cherubic face highlighted with hornrimmed glasses and her preferred fuck-me red lipstick. Mom was my ideal as far as body types went, but I loved curves in general, and Katie projected a lot more confidence and sexiness than a lot of the skinny girls I knew.



She must have noticed me looking at her and thinking about this as I stood in the corner of a busy apartment living room, working on my third red plastic cup of Jack and coke. Holding a beer bottle, she came over to me, only a little slightly stumbly, and said hello. She placed a hand on my shoulder and stood close to me, her tits nearly touching my chest. She was wearing a flowing green dress cut above the knee and displaying plenty of cleavage. I put a hand on her lower back as we said hello, getting into each other’s personal space more than we would if we were sober.



She cut off the small talk quickly. “So you were the one who was always checking out my ass in sociology,” she said, smiling.



“I don’t think I was the only one,” I said.



She leaned me a little more. My hand slipped lower, practically cupping her ass. Nobody was watching.



“Well,” she said, taking a pull from her beer, “you were the one I noticed.”



Pretty soon we were kissing. A drunk frat boy passed us on his way to the kitchen and gave me a judgmental look that seemed to say, “Way to lower your standards with the fat chick.” I shot him a look that tried to say, Fuck you. This girl with unbelievable curves is all over me.



Katie and I found a closet, where we began going at each other more intensely. I groaned something about how sexy I thought her ass was, and she turned to let me grind against it. My hands pawed at her tits roughly while she circled her hips, expertly enough to make me wonder if she was giving lap dances for money on the side. My hands drifted down over her belly and down between her legs. I could feel how soaked her panties were, and she didn’t pause as I let my fingers slide under her panties and started fingering her clit.



She ground her ass even harder against me, to the point where I felt like I could nearly have cum in my jeans. I stroked faster, my fingers slick with her pussy juice, as she bucked harder, muttering nonsensically. Soon, though, as her orgasm overtook her, her words became a little louder and clearer. “Oh, fuck, yes, daddy,” she groaned. “Do me, daddy.” Her body tensed and she came, releasing a small squeal. She turned around and held me, and I ran my slick-fingered hand through her long black hair. “Fuck yes, daddy,” she groaned.



Everybody’s got a thing.



***



A few days later, mom had to leave town. Once a year she had to head out west to deal with legal issues relating to both her divorce from dad and her family estate. It was usually pro forma stuff—signing the paperwork that made sure she was free to receive the money that kept the roof over our heads and made sure she didn’t have to work—but this trip was more frustrating than usual, for obvious reasons. We’d just started getting comfortable with each other sexually, and now she had to disappear for a week.



We handled it in a way a married couple might. The night before we went out to dinner at one of the fancier restaurants in the city. I put a blazer over my white button-down shirt, open at the collar, and mom dressed in what half-jokingly called “business fuckable”: four-inch black heels, a pencil skirt molded to her hips, a tightly tailored robin’s egg blue blouse that hugged her tits. Lest she look too provocative bouncing down the street showing off her spectacular chest, she threw on a scarf. It didn’t exactly hide her stellar rack, but it signaled a passing respect for modesty in public.



We talked casually as we had dinner—about some sightseeing she wanted to do in San Francisco while she was there, about some job interviews I had planned over the next couple of months. Rubbing my leg with her foot under the table, she asked what sort of trouble I’d be getting into while she was away.



“Oh, you know, mom,” I said. “Smoke weed and jack off all day.”



She smirked. “Well, lucky you, mister graduate. But you know I gave the rest of that pot back to Lynn, right?”



“No. Why?”



Her foot disappeared. She sat up a little straighter. “Sugar, I don’t need it, not with you. It was fun to smoke with you, but now that we’re comfortable with each other….”



“You don’t need weed to get your pussy wet with me,” I said, softly.



“I don’t need weed to know I want your cock,” she said, softer.



Mom idly stroked my cock with her right hand as she drove us home after dinner. “You should do more than just hang around at home while I’m away,” she said. “Hang out with friends, see a movie, go on a date.”



“Would you be OK with me going on a date?” I asked. I thought about Katie, but she was spending the month in Europe with her family.



Stoplight. She looked at me, stroked me a little more slowly. “I don’t own you, sweetheart. I love you. I love you like a son, and I love you like a lover. But you’re young and you should enjoy a lot of things in life. I hope that I’m a woman that you can always come home to, and I hope I can be that woman for you. But you shouldn’t feel shy about living a little.”



My cock thickened at her words and her touch. As we moved again, I asked, “What about you, mom? Are you going to find somebody while you’re in San Francisco?”



“I’m not sure,” she said, a little dreamily. We pulled into the garage and mom unlatched her seatbelt and began hungrily sucking my cock.



“Would you mind if mommy sucked somebody else’s dick, baby boy?”



“No, mom.”



“If your mom let a big dick, almost as big as yours, in her pussy?”



“Only if you told me all about it later,” I groaned.



“What if I let another woman eat mommy’s pussy?” she asked. I could feel her adjust herself as she kept sucking my cock. She had moved a hand between her legs.



“Do you like having you a woman eat your pussy, mommy?”



“Mmmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes,” she said, and sucked me until I helplessly blasted my load in my mother’s mouth.



***



We shared the bed that night, mom letting me fuck her pussy, coming twice before I filled her with another load of cum. The next morning we hugged and made out a little before she left for the airport, promising to check in on each other. And then I was by myself.



I flipped channels, texted with a friend (“dude what wz w/u and teh fat chick?” “dont knock it til u tried it…”), looked at the websites of a couple of the companies I was going to interview with next month. (I studied business, and my father was in the chemical industry; he’d arranged some meetings with sales VPs at a few places, as a favor to my mom.) I checked my email and a new message appeared:



From: Lynn Smith



Subject: Coming Over?



Hi there! Congratulations, graduate! I’m so sorry I missed the festivities, but I’m sure you’re having a good time before the real world shows up at your door. :) We haven’t met, but your mom speaks so well of you. I know she’s out of town, but there’s something she left me that I need to pick up. Is it OK if I come by this afternoon?



XO,



Lynn



I wrote her a quick note saying that’d be fine.



I couldn’t help but be nervous as I waited for her to arrive, though I really had no idea what to expect—or, really, if I should expect anything. She was a friend and former coworker of mom’s who liked to smoke weed, that’s all. Still, my past few weeks had been so hypersexed that I couldn’t help but wonder if she was attractive, especially with mom giving me the go-ahead to meet other women. Would she feel the same way if it was with a friend?



She was punctual in a manner unbefitting a pot-smoker: At exactly 2 p.m. the doorbell rang and I went downstairs to greet her. I’d dressed up, a little—a red polo shirt, khakis, and topsiders instead of my usually shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops.



“Hi there!” Lynn said, cheerily, giving me a hug as she stepped into the house. Stepping back, she put her hands on my hips and openly looked me over. “My goodness, your mother wasn’t joking about how handsome you are!”



I put my hands on her hips and smiled back. “Thank you. Clearly my mother only consorts with gorgeous women.”



Too forward, you think? I had a good excuse. Her top was the same T-shirt with the word “Flirt” on it that mom had, clinging tightly over her very full tits—bigger than mom’s, clearly. She was wearing trainers and workout shorts—the kind that clung tight against her thighs, ass, and pussy mound. She had a great athletic figure, though more rounded than your average female athlete—and a little older, since she appeared to be my mother’s age. In any event, she was a walking turn-on, and her top suggested she didn’t mind flaunting it.



“You’re sweet,” she said. “Of course, I confess I paid a little more for my figure then your sexy mom did.” She took her hands off my hips and coquettishly hefted her tits. Fake.



“You look great. My mom has that same shirt.”



“I know! We each bought one last time we were out. I love shopping with your mom. We wind up getting a lot of the same things.”



Eager to play the good host, I offered her a seat on the couch and a glass of water. I asked her how she got to know my mom and she gave me a quick history lesson. They went to college together and became friends, running in the same circles and going to the same parties. They grew distant after graduating, but Lynn moved back to town about five years ago and began working in the same real-estate office. Like my mom, Lynn didn’t need the money, but it was a nice way to get out of the house and feel productive. She’d never married.



“I never wanted to feel too settled down, you know?” she said, as I handed her a glass and sat next to her on the couch.



“Are you dating anybody?”



“Well, why ever do you ask, sir?” she asked in a fake Southern belle accent. She dipped two fingers in the ice water and ran them along her neck, cooling herself. “Seriously, there’s a guy I see. But I think he’s only in it for the sex.”



“What are you in it for?”



She laughed. “The sex, I guess. He’s great at that, I admit. But I get bored easy if it’s just that. I wish there was somebody I was on the same wavelength with, do the same stuff and just have fun…”



“Sounds like you should be dating my mom.”



She gave me a look I couldn’t quite make sense of. The temperature seemed to change. “Yeesh, I almost forgot I came here to pick up something! That’s what I get for getting distracted by my best friend’s handsome son. She said to ask you to get it—it’s in a box by her nightstand.”



I told her to make herself at home while I got it and she theatrically flopped back on the couch, smiling as her tits jiggled.



Mom kept her bedroom—our bedroom—clean and the box was easy to spot. I couldn’t help but open the lid and look inside. It was a butt plug, the same kind my mom had, with a vibrator insert. Electric-blue silicone with a thick head. A small bottle of lube was nestled in the box as well. Clearly she and Lynn were talking about sex pretty intimately.



As I came back in the living room she sat up and straightened her shirt—a gesture of modesty, though in this case it only accentuated the size and shape of her massive, flirty, porn-star tits.



“Did you peek?” she asked.



“Of course.”



She actually blushed, a little. “What do you think? Do you and your mom talk about this stuff?”



“We talk about sex, yes. We talk about how if you’re not hurting anybody, you have every right to make yourself feel good.” I sat back on the couch and handed her the box.



“Do you want to know a secret?” she said.



“Sure.”



“Promise not to tell your mom I told you this?”



“Promise.”



“Pinky swear,” she said, holding up her left pinky. I hooked It with my right one, but we were quickly holding hands—the sexual tension in the room had just elevated.



“What’s the secret, Lynn?”



She looked at me holding her hand, then into my eyes. “I have such a huge crush on your mom.” She grabbed my hand tighter, almost pleadingly. “You’re OK with me telling you this, right?”



I nodded.



“I don’t know if I’m a lesbian or whatever. Don’t care if I am. When she told me that she likes butt plugs, I wanted to find out for myself. When she told me that she wanted to get high like I do sometimes I was so happy to do something for her. Though I was bummed when she decided to give it back to me, like she never even smoked it.”



“She did. We smoked it together.”



“Really? That’s so great. I’m so happy to hear that.” I wondered if she was going to ask for more details, but she didn’t. Instead she hugged me—not that there was any reason to, but I loved the feel of her against me. I rubbed her back, felt the back of her bra. As we broke our embrace on the couch, I decided to be more forward.



“And these?” I said, lightly cupping her tits. “Did you get these to be more like my mom?”



She looked at me, lust burning in her eyes, and nodded.



We kissed, deeply, my hands mauling her tits, then her hips and ass. I leaned back and let her climb on top of me on the couch. She thrust her crotch against mine as we made out for a long ecstatic minute. She sat up and pulled off her “Flirt” top while I yanked off my polo. Her bra wasn’t particularly sexy—no lace—but I loved the wide shoulder straps and their tacit assertion that a lot of titweight needed carrying on Lynn’s sexy body. As I unhooked her, her crotch ground deeper against mine.



Her bra slipped off and I hungrily sucked on her massive tits, running my hot tongue over her hard nipples. Lynn unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, so eagerly she almost tore the button off.



“I want it in me,” she gasped.



“My cock, Lynn?”



“Fuck, yes, baby, your fucking cock. I want you to fuck me with your fucking cock. Deep fucking dick me, you fucking man. But I mean the butt plug. I need my ass filled good.”



We made our way to my mother’s bedroom—I knew Lynn would only be more excited at the prospect of fucking in the same room of the woman she was crushed out on. I pulled off my pants, then gently guided my mom’s big-titted best friend to lie down on the bed while I pulled off her workout shorts and panties. The shorts already had a wet spot that made it clear how turned on she was, and I could tell from the sight of her glistening shaved pussy, and the sweet humid smell of it, that she was more than ready.



I spread her legs and, kneeling at the foot of the bed, began eating her pussy, splitting the wet lips of her cunt with my tongue and working my way up to the swollen nub of her clit. Her hips circled while I ate her, smearing her juices around my face. I grabbed her firm ass cheeks and spread them.



I stopped and looked up at her. “Do you want to get that big toy in your tight ass now?” Her face was flushed. She nodded fervently. I kissed her—I couldn’t resist it, she was so turned on, so ready for whatever was coming next. I took out the butt plug and squeezed out a very healthy amount of lube on the tip, smearing it around.



She watched me do this as if in awe, deeply eager for the toy to go in her ass, where it belonged.



Without saying anything, she got on all fours, presenting her ass to me. Her asshole was beautifully pink and puckered. I slowly began pressing the toy into Lynn’s ass, feeling her resist at first as the head pushed more fully in her. But eventually her sphincter muscles relaxed and it was in. She let out a sigh of relief, even wiggled her ass a little.



I lay down on the bed, my prick sticking out obscenely, precum stickily oozing out. She straddled my chest, her pussy tantalizingly close to my mouth again.



“Baby?”



“Yes, Lynn?”



“You eat my pussy so good. Can you eat it some more?”



“As much as you want.”



She moved up closer, grabbing the headboard of my mom’s bed, her fake rounded tits pressing against the wood. I gave her pussy a couple of teasing licks before sucking her pussy again in earnest.



“Baby, when I tell you, I need you to push that little button on the vibrator,” she groaned. “Will you do that?”



I moaned an assent, my mouth too busy sucking her cunt to say yes, and then she began rocking her hips in wide circles on my face. “Oh, fuck, yes, baby, I can’t believe I’m fucking you. So fucking good. Make my pussy feel good, baby boy.”



I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, grabbed her ass harder.



“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” she groaned. “Do it. Push the fucking button.”



I did, and she began bouncing on my face with such fervor I was worried she’d bust my nose. In fierce wide thrusts she pumped her hips, not even caring anymore about my tongue doing anything to her pussy, just riding the feeling of the vibrating plug, radiating pleasure throughout her body. She tightened for a long moment, cumming.



“OHHHHHHHHHHHH. FUUUUUUUUCK,” she cried. “Still cummmmmmmmmmmmming,” she said. Then, quickly, crazily, she impaled herself on my cock, my dick slurped up quickly in her gushing pussy.



“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” she chanted. “Cummingcummingcummingcummingcumming.”



Her tits bouncing crazily, her tight pussy like a vacuum, I came inside the cunt of my mom’s best friend. It felt like a gallon of cum was shooting out of me—I was as out of control as she was. She didn’t protest my sudden eruption inside her. If anything she pressed herself even more firmly inside of her, eager to take in every drop of me, even though I could tell that a thick hot mess of cum and pussy juice was already leaking out of her, coating my pubic hair.

Growing up in the Southwest, where land is cheap and roads abound, you need a car. Some missteps out of high school that delayed my entry into college had left me with a rather poor cash-flow situation. For other kids I knew, as 18 wore on into 19, 19 into 20, the compact but late-model Honda was part of the territory, probably financed in part through parental generosity or judicious allocation of student loan funds. Me, it was all I could do to get a first car that was as old as I was: an old 4-cylinder BMW 2002 sedan.



For those reading this who may be unfamiliar with this long defunct model, don’t let the number fool you: 2002 was the model number, not the year. (I don’t even know the exact year of the car but it was in the 70s.) And don’t let the make fool you either—BMW would eventually come to be best known in the United States for its sport and luxury models, but this squat, boxy, vaguely Eastern-bloc looking sedan was (or had been when brand new) no more than a German grocery-getter.



When I finally took possession of it, seeming destined to be its last owner, this rusty, dented, tired looking old nag of car had the dubious virtue of being, in the words of Mike, a co-worker at the gas station where I worked, a “hipster Eurotrashmobile”—strangely admired by a certain skinny-jeans-and-bowling-shirt set, who perhaps enjoyed the irony of a status-symbol label on such a piece of crap. (Honestly I’m not sure what they saw in it. I would much rather have had a later model that had a warranty and started reliably.)



So I had a love-hate relationship with the car. It was hard to start cold, smoked like a train, stalled out at idle, and had sticky vinyl seats that were sagging and distended, with springs and foam and horsehair protruding errantly through various tears and gashes in the upholstery. Almost nothing on the instrument panel worked—AC, heat, cigarette lighter, dome light, radio. And yet I couldn’t help but enjoy the persistent compliments from strangers, sometimes averaging one a week, even if they were mostly from hipsters whose aesthetic sensibility generally bewildered me. It wasn’t just a car; it was a conversation piece.



“The dyke from next door likes your car,” Mike told me one day after I came back in from changing the price signs. The “dyke” he was referring to was a tall, heavyset, tomboyish blonde named Sam who worked at the oil change shop whose lot adjoined ours. She was dour, apparently humorless, and would grace our shop at least once a day with her grease-spattered coveralls and whatever hair she had up tucked into her ball cap, to buy Marlboro Lights and fountain Dr. Pepper. She was not unfriendly—not rude the way many customers can be. In fact, I always thought there was something good natured and trustworthy in her deliberate southern drawl, her steady, confident, no-nonsense gaze. She just wasn’t one for chit-chat, that was all; not one who recognized any value in the social lubricant of please and thank-you, greeting and leave-taking. She would come in, place her order, pay, and leave. That was that.



And she was, very probably, a lesbian, or so I thought. But I privately disliked Mike’s insistence on referring to her as “the dyke.” She may not have been the most pleasant person, but she wasn’t exactly unpleasant either; she had never given me any reason to disparage her behind her back. In a business like ours where so many people are rude, it seemed wrong somehow to trash-talk one of the better customers, even if she would never find out.



But there was more to my private mental defense of her than that. What I could never admit to Mike: I actually found her quite attractive.



She was fat, which I don’t mean pejoratively—just descriptively. I’ve always liked bigger women. She had a belly and love handles and big boobs and a great big round behind. But even so, fatness was not her most salient feature; the impression she gave was of someone strong and sturdy, a tall, square, durable frame hung with capable muscles. Her womanly traits were dampened by her boxy coveralls, her strong, businesslike carriage, and the fact that she never wore makeup. But her womanly traits were there nonetheless, available in plain view to the observant and the imaginative. You could tell she had the boobs even if she wasn’t doing anything to help you notice them, and the fact that she looked as good as she did without makeup, with her deep blue eyes and smooth pink-freckled cheeks, should have been a clue as to how nicely she would clean up.



It was so unusual to think of Sam actually chatting with one of the cashiers that I wasn’t even sure I believed Mike at first. “When did she say this?” I asked, probably betraying a note of challenge in my voice.



“Just came in a minute ago when you were out changing the pump sings. Said ‘who’s car?’, and I told her it was yours and she said ‘nice car’, and that was it.”



“Really?” I asked, and looked futilely across the lot to the lube shop as though I could gain some information by studying the open garage bay doors.



“Yep. Dyke digs your car bro’.”



I know. I really should have protested, should not have been tacitly complicit in his disrespect. But on some level I was part of the same stupid conspiracy he was furthering, to deny what I liked, to consent—if only by my silence—to the ridiculous truism that a 5’11″, 180 pound Amazon woman with boobs and biceps can’t be gorgeous, as Sam so obviously was. Or that a big strong woman who worked on cars had to be a lesbian (which, alas, seemed a slightly safer generalization).



I was intrigued, though; my curiosity was piqued. “So,” I thought to myself with a smile, “the dyke likes my car.”



* * *



I was scheduled to open the following Sunday. Sunday-open is both the best and worst shift to work at a suburban convenience store. What makes it the worst the fact that it’s, well, Sunday morning; opening up at six means waking up in the five o’clock hour on a day when the rest of the world is sleeping off a hangover. But, paradoxically, this is precisely what was nice about actual workload of the shift itself. Weekday-open you’re always slammed, and everyone’s irritable and in a hurry to get to work, and you have to juggle the endless line at the register with the near-constant need to brew fresh coffee. Sundays it was not unusual to have the first coffee-and-newspaper customers saunter in at a leisurely pace, happy and well-rested, well into the nine o’clock hour. Once I made it all the way to ten—literally half-way through my shift(!)—before seeing my very first customer of the day. Unlike weekdays and afternoons, they only schedule one cashier for Sunday open, and there’s a certain peace in the solitude.



The sun was still low in the east, the sky its morning pink-orange-blue, and, sitting on my stool and sipping my coffee, I looked up from my newspaper to gaze out the window and take in the serene view. The spell was broken by the tinny clatter of the bell-string tied to the door to announce the entry of a customer. I spun around in my stool and there, in fresh blue coveralls with embroidered patches—an ovular one over the breast pocket that ringed a cursive “Sam,” another high on the sleeve advertising “ASE” certification, whatever that meant—was “the dyke” herself, padding over to the soda fountain to fill a quart-sized plastic cup with Dr. Pepper. “Morning,” I hailed, not expecting and not receiving a reply. I plucked a pack of cigarettes down from the overhead rack and set them on the counter.



She came up to the register. I looked at my watch. “You’re here early. Thought you guys didn’t open up until ten on Sunday.”



“I’ve got inventory today before my crew gets in. Marlboro Lights soft-pack.” The pack was already on the counter so I slid it forward to draw her attention to it, and to the fact that I had helpfully anticipated her order. If she was impressed by this example of great customer service she did nothing to so indicate.



I watched as her clean strong hands retrieved bills from her Harley-Davidson chain wallet and noted how spotlessly clean her closely cropped fingernails were, which they never were at night. An image flashed into my mind of her with pumice and brush, scrubbing assiduously until every trace of grime was dispatched, knowing full well she would repeat the ritual the next day, and every day after that. She had meticulous streak in her, I decided. Suddenly, I had an urge to make small talk, to try to keep her in the store if only for a moment longer.



“It’s beautiful eh?” I tried, gesturing with a cock of my head to the east-facing window behind me.



“What?” she asked, looking up from her wallet, as though annoyed by the interruption.



“Rosy-fingered dawn,” I said wistfully.



Her eyes narrowed and a deep furrow cut into her brow and, with a surprising note of hostility she snapped: “What?! What are you talking about?”



I was so surprised by her apparent anger that I had no idea what to say. After a few glottal stops I managed: “Just trying to make conversation.”



“Well look, I don’t know who the fuck this Rosie and Dawn are or why you think it’s okay to tell me this—”



“N-n-n-no!” I interrupted hastily, palms forward, “it’s-it’s-it’s Homeric epithet! From the Odyssey. You know, mythology? Eos the dawn has rosy—rose-colored—fingers like, like, like the uh, you know, like those pink streaks of clouds,” I pointed out the window.



She studied me with arched eyebrow, the skeptical air of someone trying to determine whether she’s being had, and eventually broke my gaze to look out the window behind me. She looked at the sky for a moment, her face betraying no particular appreciation of the view, and then her eyes brightened noticeably as they lit on something in the nearer distance. She looked at my name tag and then at me and said, with as cheerful a tone as I had ever heard from her: “You’re Bart!”



I was puzzled by the sudden change in tone. “Yeah,” I confirmed warily.



“I had you confused with another dude in here works nights. That’s your car,” she pointed.



“Oh. Yeah. Yes it is.”



“That is a great car, sir.”



I was still a bit back on my heels, reeling from her rapid change of mood, which is probably why I flubbed my first and probably only opportunity to find common ground with this woman. Perhaps all that was needed was for me to agree with her enthusiastically, and we might have proceeded to have a pleasant conversation. But instead, unthinkingly, I damned my car with faint praise, saying, “yeah, it’s okay I guess.”



Immediately her face fell, any trace of brightness or felicity extinguished. “It’s a great car,” she affirmed, with the tone of someone who doesn’t suffer philistinism well.



“Yeah, no, I didn’t, I mean—uh” I hastened to save it, blurting out: “I’ve always liked BBWs.”



Now her brow sank again into an expression of withering disdain. Then I heard it too, the Freudian slip, and clumsily tried to fix it: “BM!” I nearly shouted, and then, miserably, realized that that too demanded correction—I couldn’t seem to open my mouth without digging a deeper hole. “W!” I added. Finally: “BMW! Was… what I meant to say. Instead of, you know…. Look, can we start this whole conversation over? Like maybe you could go out and come back in.” I flashed what must have seemed a simpering grin.



“How much oil are you losing?”



“God, it’s ridiculous—like a quart every time I get gas, feels like. Is that typical for those cars?”



“No.”



“Well, then, how did you—”



“Because you’re getting blue-black smoke. I saw you pulling out onto the road the other day.”



“Is that bad?”



“You think it’s good? Means rings eventually. But in the mean time at least you can try heavier viscosities, maybe an additive. When’s the last time you had the oil changed?”



I averted my eyes and, in a conspicuous poker tell, looked anxiously at the floor before saying: “Um, it was—”



“Don’t lie ’cause I’ll know. Soon as I get a look at that dipstick I’m gonna know.”



Absurdly, all I could think to say to this was: “I’m sorry.” To this day I’m not sure if I was apologizing for thinking of bullshitting her or for not being a better custodian of my car.



“Sir, a high-mileage vehicle like that—the oil is the single most important thing.”



“Guess I figured as often as I was adding quarts the oil was kind of—” I shrugged and let out a nervous chuckle “—changing itself.”



At this she let out a heavy, exasperated sigh. “Listen, sir—”



“Wh-why don’t you call me Bart?” (Honestly, what was this “Sir” business anyway? She had to be at least five years older than I was. And she was talking to me like I was an oil-change customer—but she was in my store, I wasn’t in hers.)



“Bart. Why don’t bring her in and let me get under that hood. You can pull her round right now if you want. We’re starting a special on oil and lube tomorrow but I’ll give you the discount today.”



“Well, that’s awfully kind of you to offer but, didn’t you say you had inventory?”



“I can work around my crew this afternoon if I have to. I consider this like a medical emergency.”



* * *



It was not even eight o’clock when she phoned the store to summon me to her work bay, where I stood feeling a bit like a kid at the principal’s office. She had the hood propped and the dipstick lay out on an improbably clean looking shop towel. “I just figured I’d leave this out for you, let you see it.” She presented the stick for my inspection. “See how black that is. Now touch it.” I hesitated. “Go on. Wipes right off. Just see how watery it is.”



I touched it. “Pretty watery,” I agreed.



“That’s what you’re doing when you just add instead of changing. Viscosity breaks down over time. You end up with a crankcase full of black water and sludge. She wiped the stick, slid it into its housing, and retrieved it once more. The stick was now coated (to within a millimeter of the correct quart mark) with a transparent yellowish oil. “That’s how it’s supposed to look, sir.”



“Bart.”



“Bart.”



But my dressing down continued as, point by point, she walked me through all of the evidence of neglected basic maintenance: Sooty spark plugs; underinflated tires; corroded battery terminal posts. If my car had been a dog she would have called the SPCA.



Oddly, as all this was taking place, I didn’t feel nearly as miserable as one might expect. In fact, it was actually turning me on. Maybe it was just because I’d been attracted to her all along, and so welcomed the opportunity to follow the sway over her big blue-clad hips as she circled back and forth around my car to point out the various evidences of neglect. Or maybe it was deeper than that—that I felt somehow cared for through all this attention to my car, as though I had finally broken a thick layer of ice with this mysterious “dyke next door,” even if her attitude was like that of a drill sergeant inspecting a particularly sloppy platoon. Or maybe I was discovering a submissive streak in me that I didn’t even know I had—maybe I actually liked the drill-sergeant treatment a little.



Whatever it was, it was getting worse and worse: The longer she talked the less I could seem to concentrate on what she was saying, and the more brazen I became in my attempts to steal glances at her, here at her wide hips and big butt as she bent into the engine compartment on the leeward side of the car, there as she betrayed a rare glimpse of cleavage when she bent over windward. As the lecture wore on I started to get an aching boner. It was mercifully soft, as boners go—not the kind to press noticeably against my pants. But even at half-strength it was throbbing ravenously and siphoning off all my attention.



To make matters worse, she was so stern and serious that I found myself strangely tempted to make inappropriate jokes at about every other sentence she uttered. I managed to restrain myself (for a while), but the urge was uncanny. I was like the kids in that old cartoon show, Beavis and Butt-head, hearing sexual innuendo in every little thing she said: “…getting some blow-by here…”; “…need to get that good and lubed up so it slides right in…”; “…getting some pulsation on the rear-end…”; “…and it slides in and out over and over at very high speeds…” It was dizzying. I could barely contain myself. Everything she said sounded like it had a double meaning!



“One more thing,” she said, with a welcome note of finality. “On these terminal posts, after you do the baking soda thing we talked about…” she walked over to a work bench where there sat—I hadn’t noticed it before—and institutional-use, gallon-sized jar of Vaseline. I felt my pulse quicken a little at the sight of that jar here, in this setting, incongruously placed amidst all the various parts and tools. I may have even blushed. The reason is a little embarrassing.



I grew up in a religious (you might say fundamentalist) household, where I spent much of my pubescence shamefully convinced that I was among a tiny, insignificant percentage of the human population that was actually depraved enough to masturbate. My weapon of choice had been the family’s community stock of Vaseline, tucked away under the sink in my parents’ bathroom, and I was probably kidding myself in hoping no one in the family noticed its frequent, too-rapid depletion, nor even just the oily smell of it on me. I have long-since discontinued the use of Vaseline for this purpose, but I still get a giddy little twinge when I see a jar of it—afraid to look at it lest someone decode my facial expression and instantly know my history with it.



Accordingly, as she popped the lid off the giant jar (the old familiar smell wafted up to my nostrils and—talk about conditioned response!—I felt my stiffening cock actually jump in my pants), I quickly averted my eyes. She scooped out a thick handful of the yellow-gray goop and walked over to the far side where the battery sat; I stood motionless, feet fixed to the floor.



“If you’ll just smear a little like so, it will protect against corrosion.” Finally I gathered the courage to look up and, directly in front of me, across the expanse of engine, there was the single best cleavage view I’d ever gotten of Sam. Ordinarily she kept the coveralls zipped pretty high up on her chest and wore a crewneck t-shirt beneath. Today, perhaps owing to the fact that it was Sunday, she had some type of tank-shirt on underneath the uniform and, at the same time, the zipper was unzipped nearly to the bottom of her bosom.



My eye moved back and forth from where her strong hand was spreading translucent goo onto my freshly cleaned battery, up to her enormous freckled boobs that were now jiggling in time with the mildly circular motion of her hand. I couldn’t help but juxtapose the two images in my mind, a sort of gestalt, as I imagined her spreading lubricant on my shaft and then enveloping me between those large tits until I erupted in orgasm onto her chin, neck and sternum. I was staring now in a mute trance and I’m pretty sure my mouth hung slightly agape.



Then she froze. I looked up, about two-beats too late, and found myself looking directly into her now-narrowed eyes. Busted. “Getting all this?” she asked, with a note of angry sarcasm.



At this worst of all possible moments, as though from some kind of neurological misfire, I did perhaps the worst thing I could have done. I did not apologize; I did not try to play it off or protest my innocence. What did I do? I finally succumbed to the idiotic urge to make a double-entendre and, before I could even think what I was doing, blurted out (smarmily): “Now that’s what I call a lube job.”



She immediately stood up and zipped her coveralls up to her neck. “I’ll go get your invoice,” she said huffily, and started to walk away.



“No! Wait! Sam!” I cried, “I’m sorry—please!”



“I’ll get your invoice.”

Laney had been in Montclair all week prepping for their trip to France, so Max decided to surprise her by taking her to the shindig her company was having for the Russians. It was being held at some exclusive supper club in Manhattan, so they gave her department a half day to get ready. Laney met Max at Penn Station and they hit the salon and spa. All their fine dresses were left at the apartment and they did not want to buy any replacements, so they decided to take their chances and go. When they got there, Mark, the other concierge was on duty. He gave Max a letter, which they had been holding for days. The letter had no postmark which told her it was hand delivered. She knew who it was from before opening it and it confirmed her worst thoughts, he knew where she lived. Hmm, a new tactic, non aggressive, non invasive. Just what was Leo playing at?



Max sat in her living room and read the letter. She could not believe those words were from the same man that had terrorized her dreams and fantasies. Was this for real? In the letter, Leo expounded on how he felt about her, and how sorry he was he terrified her. It broke his heart to know she felt compelled to run from him, and he hoped that one day she would forgive him. The last line simply stated, “I’ve finally seen reason.” Max didn’t know why, but she felt sad and empty, her emotions were running amuck, this is want I wanted, right? If she was going to be honest with herself she could admit she felt drawn to him. He was more than his job and his looks. He was a man, and he had bared his soul to her in words. She tucked the letter away in a drawer in her bedroom and got ready for the soiree.



When Max and Laney walked into the ballroom, everything stilled for a moment. The girls looked jaw dropping divine. Laney wore a lilac taffeta strapless fitted gown with silver accessories. She pinned her hair in an up do style with a diamond butterfly pin. Max’s daffodil yellow, one shouldered chiffon floor length gown, made her look like a cocoa Greek goddess. The gold accessories were the icing on the cake.



Max plastered a smile on her face and got ready to work. She told Laney to circulate and make friends, while she joined the Russian contingent. The Russians were a chatty and flirtatious bunch, all marveling at her grasp on their language.



After two hours of questions and smiles she needed a break. She poked around the hall until she found an empty room. It was hard doing business with thoughts of Leo circulating in her head. She lay down on the lounge chair to rest her eyes a bit. Not realizing how tired she was, she fell asleep. She did not hear the door open, but she did feel a hand sliding up her dress, which made her bolt up. Mr. McCleary was smiling down at her in the most lecherous way.



“What the fuck are you doing?”



“About to teach a little teasing bitch some manners,” he slurred, clearly drunk.



Max did not care, drunk or not. This man was not getting away with what he just did. “You are not fucking serious.”



“I see I’ll have to tame that mouth too, huh.” He leapt forward trying to grab her head. He was determined that she would be bobbing on his cock before the night was out.



All Max’s training kicked in. She released a chop to McCleary’s throat, his head snapped back, leaving him gasping and stumbling. Still he would not go down. In fact, he came after her with more ferocity. Max upper cut him, dropping him on his back, then kicked him in the groin before making her escape. She left him twisting on the floor in agony.



Max’s adrenaline was pumping; she could feel and hear every pulse racing. She needed to steady herself before returning to the party so she ducked into the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face. Still, she felt shaky. The only place she wanted to be was in the Leo’s arms. Her thoughts did not make sense to her. Why Leo?



Max returned the party, and found Laney having a cheerful time with one of the young Russian businessmen. She slipped Laney, a note “Gone to see Leo.” Laney knew it was coming. Since the letter Max had been quiet and now her face looked flush like she had been running a marathon. Laney nodded and mouthed, “Good luck.” Having had her fair share of heartbreak and relationships, she got that tug of war between the heart and mind. Max could physically defend herself, but had no real defenses for her heart, and whatever Leo wrote in that letter got to her.



Joe. B saw Max get out of the cab and was dumbfounded. Those other broads on line had nothing on this girl. She looked liked she had just stepped off a runway. He could definitely see why Leo was so taken with her. He let her in with a nod.



Max made her way across the crowded dance floor to Leo’s office. She was about to knock when the door swung open. Leo had gotten the call she was here. He thought for a second they were punking him, but they knew better than to mess with him. Leo spotted her moving so gracefully across the dance floor and got butterflies in his stomach; a feeling he had never felt before with such intensity.



Being this close to her left him speechless. She looked different, like an angel, fragile and ethereal.



“Hey, baby,” was all he could get out before she crumbled into tears before him. He wrapped her in his arms and held her tight until her sobbing died down. “Wanna tell me what this is all about?” he asked leading her to the couch. He was concerned because this was not his tough as nails Max, something was definitely up.



“I don’t know where to begin. I got your letter today. You really laid it all on the line, and it made me feel foolish.”



“That was not my intention.” Leo’s voice was a whisper.



“I know. I have been dodging my feelings for you all this time so I came to tell you face to face, where I stand. Leo Carbone, I am not in love with you, but I like you more than I want to. I think about you all the time, you are in my dreams, my nightmares, I smell you on my skin, hear you in my head, and I don’t want any of it. I look at you and I lose all reason. This is not good for me. I like my solitude, but you have taken that from me. Tell me how to get over you. Tonight at this work thing my boss tried to force himself on me, but I got away and the only place I wanted to disappear to was your arms. With you, I fear that you would make me love you and I will lose control of my life. But he terrified me, and it all became clear. So please, tell me you hate me, and the letter was all a lie, please.” She was so wracked with emotion her voice broke.



“I won’t lie to you Max.”



“Please Leo.” There was so much pain and conflict in her eyes he had to look away.



“You are what I have been missing in my life. I love you, I know I don’t know you, but I know the very essence of you. That may not make sense to you, but it does to me.”



The vulnerability and rawness in her eyes were killing him. He bent down gently and kissed her. Max responded to his kisses and pulled him closer to her.



“Let’s get out of here.” He wanted to make love to her, but not in his office where he took her two glorious times before. They got into his car and drove across the bridge into Park Slope. All the while Max played in his hair gently running her fingernails against his scalp. Leo’s whole body shivered as Max’s finger play turned him on. They stopped outside a beautiful white three story brownstone. “Welcome to my home.”



Max got out of the car pleasantly surprised. She thought he would live somewhere more fortressed or flashy. There are many sides to this man. He led her through the lower level into a playroom and bar area; it was definitely a masculine space.



“Do you like what you see?”



Max nodded, concerned that her mind was imagining her living there.



“Let me give you the grand tour.” He took her through the entire house ending with the master suite on the third floor. “Max, I want to make love to you. Would you allow me to do that for you?” He hoped she’d say yes for both their sakes, he was dying to be inside her again. “I want to make it up to you for all the times I hurt you or scared you.” He felt vulnerable before her, but could not let the night pass without letting her know how he was feeling. “Princess, have you even given thought to what I am going through? I don’t want to feel open like this. It’s uncomfortable and scary. Most days I feel like an ass. You were right, being in love is distracting, and that is dangerous, but I’m willing to risk it. So risk it with me baby.”



Max was in awe at his honesty, hearing him say those things were better than reading it. She put her hands up and began unpinning her hair. He stilled her hand and did it for her. As her hair cascaded down her back, he placed gentle kisses on her neck and shoulders. He raised her hands and pulled her dress off, leaving her standing there in her heels and underwear. His breath caught in his throat. Her sheer black strapless bra was accompanied by a matching tong. He was committed to taking his time, but it would take all his control not to throw her on the bed and fuck her like a madman. His normally brazen Max looked so timid in front of him, he chuckled to himself. It was like his love was taming her.



Max could not breathe. He was moving so achingly slow, building her want. He left her to turn the stereo on some slow rhythms, she recognized as Afro-Cuban Jazz. This man would never stop surprising me. As she rocked slowly to the melody, he put his arm around her waist and moved with her, their bodies melding into one. This is perfect, they both thought in unison. When the third song came on she turned around so they were face to face, so she could look into his eyes. He locked eyes with her and gave her a long passionate kiss that melted her, but she was hungry for more. She broke from his mouth and began to unbutton his shirt.



“Slow down, baby, we have all night.” He pulled away from her, knowing that if she continued all his resolve would be shattered.



“I want you, Leo. Give yourself to me. Don’t hold back anymore. I trust you.”



With her final statement he threw restraint away and attacked her. Tugging off her bra, he devoured her breasts, the dark chocolate peaks were so sensitive Max whimpered.



“Don’t stop,” she rasped tugging on his hair.



He backed her up until her the back of her knees hit the bed. Max allowed herself to freefall onto the mattress. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as Leo undressed. He took his time and, although Max was getting impatient, she was enjoying the show. When he was naked she whistled at him in the same way he did to her. His response surprised her. He blushed.



“Oh sweetie you’re blushing,” she teased.



“You would blush too if you had a sexy thong clad female whistling at you.”



“I believe I would, so let’s remedy that.” Max put her legs straight up and removed her underwear and slingshot it to him. Leo caught it and inhaled the crotch.



“I see my baby is ready for me.”



“Never stopped,” Max responded opening her legs slightly.



He growled, and walked away to nightstand to get a condom.



“Turn around I want to see you put it on.”



“What?” Leo was always a little shy about being watched putting on a condom. He usually did it with his back turned.



“I think it is sexy to watch you put it on.”



“You are weird, but I like you so watch away.” Leo turned his penis toward her and watched her face. Max was wide eyed and licking her lips and his dick got even harder.



Leo could not wait anymore yanked her legs to him, bringing her ass to the edge of the bed. Looking straight into her eyes, her plunged into her.



Max loved the way Leo was beating into her body, she grabbed her nipples and twisted them bringing her to a quick orgasm, but she had so much more to give to him tonight. Leo felt Max’s quick orgasm, and threw her legs on his shoulders to get deeper into her. She knew she was short circuiting before him, as she felt jolts of lightening fly through straight to her pussy. Her body shook and bucked as her eyes rolled behind her head. Seeing her lose control and feeling her spasms around his cock, brought Leo to his own blinding climax. He pumped until every drop was out of him.



When he had regained some sense he collapsed on the bed next to her, rolling her into his arm. Kissing her on her forehead he asked, “Are you okay?”



“Fine baby, just fine,” she murmured and dozed off to sleep.



An hour into their sleep Max’s phone went off; it was a text message from Laney. It stated, “Russian. Millennium Hilton, Rm. 613.” Max sighed. I guess Lanes getting her freak on tonight too. Max sat up, Leo was still asleep, his breathing steady and deep. She studied him, getting turned on more and more with the rise and fall of his chest. She decided to wake him up in a most wicked way, a jaw breaking cock sucking. Max crept over to Leo’s, nearly drooling on his penis as she hovered. She opened her mouth and licked it liked a popsicle, going slowly up and down, until it started to stiffen. At the first sign of the beast awaking, Max engulfed the whole head, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and moan from Leo. He was now awake too and loving the sight before him. Hmm this girl has all sort of repressed freakiness in her. He had had many blow jobs before, but this one was off the charts.



Leo raised his hips off the bed to get deeper down her throat, but Max just pushed him back down. She was in control and she was not going to let him forget it. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a pop and blew on his shaft, causing him to beg for the warmth of her mouth. She went back to sucking on his cock like her life depended on it. He felt himself cumming and tried to pull away, but she held on, vibrating her jaw on the sensitive tip until he erupted in her mouth. She swallowed all of it, leaving him drained. Leo felt like she took the life right out of him. Max got off the bed smiling at her handiwork. She sauntered off proudly to the bathroom for a shower.



She stepped into the glass enclosure and turned on the hot water. Max had turned herself on something terrible with the blow job she had just given Leo, but she wanted that moment to be just about his satisfaction. With the hot water cascading over her she masturbated herself in the shower. Her eyes were shut so tightly as she gratified herself that she did not notice Leo had opened the door and was watching her.



Leo thought he was mistaken when he heard moaning coming from the shower, but after the third sweet sound he had to see what was going on. The sight before him instantly reenergized him. This little vixen is trying to get off without me; there will be none of that. Leo watched the show Max was putting on. Getting jealous of her fingers he slapped her hand away and pinned her too the wall. “Don’t you dare! That pussy is mine and I don’t share, not even with you. What do you want, Max?”



“I want to cum.” His fierceness moistened her even more.



“Stop that.”



She was rubbing her thighs together, creating friction against her clit. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.” He watched her use her thighs to bring herself to an orgasm, he had never seen anything like that before. She was trembling while pressed against the shower wall, her breasts shaking, as each tremor took her. His cock was like steel. When she was done, he dragged her wet body to the bed and threw her face down. He was horny and pissed she came without, him. I’m going to give her a lesson in obedience. That ass is mine.



“Get on your knees dirty girl. You know you’re gonna get punished, right?” <Smack> “I asked you a question.” Leo loved the feel of her ass cheek bouncing his palm back.



“Yes, Leo.”



“Head down, ass up. You are going to count each smack. If you lose count, we are starting again.” <Smack> “Did you hear me.”



This submissive position was intensely sexually frustration for Max. “Yes, Leo.”



<Smack> “One.” <Smack> “Two.” <Smack> “Three.” By the fifth smack Max was crying and shaking from an impending orgasm. At ten Leo pumped his fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, bringing her to the brink, and then he took his hands away. He leaned in and ran his tongue up and down her spine, making her beg for release, but he withheld it. He put the tip of his penis at her entrance taking shallow pokes. When she thought she could not take any more he spit into her asshole. He thrust his penis into her pussy while he forced his finger into her ass. She had never had anyone put anything in her butt before, but that did not slow her down.



Max could not take anymore and gave into the orgasm that had been building for awhile. While she screamed and creamed all over her his cock, he pulled out and sank it into her open ass, she arched back, allowing him to wrap his hand around her hair as he rode her. Her butt was so tight; Leo did not think he could last long. She was moaning and calling his name to give it to her harder.



“Don’t stop, my lion, don’t stop. Ride me harder, Leo harder.”



Each push and pull motion was taking them to new heights. Max had never experience that much pleasure in her life, and just to add another level he twisted her head back and kissed her while they both came. Her three holes were radiating. Leo fell on her back, never dislodging himself from her tight butt. When he mustered up the strength, he rolled off her and pulled a sheet over them. Max was out for the rest of the night.



**********



Leo looked in smiling awe at the naked body that lay curled up under him. He had had some wild nights in his life, but not in his bedroom. He never brought girls back here. They christened his space perfectly. He knew she was a hot one, but only in his wildest dreams did her ever think she would put it down on him like that. He was getting hard just thinking about the blow job, hmm now that is something a man could get used to.



Max stirred below him as all thoughts of last night began to fill her groggy brain. She jumped up in a panic, almost knocking him in the chin.



“Whoa, girl what’s wrong?”



“Nothing. Nothing.” she replied laying back down.



“Max, I know that face. All kind of shit is wrong. Were you gonna bolt if I was not here?”



“Yeah, I woke up feeling like I was somewhere where I shouldn’t be.”



“Ok, but that is bullshit. You belong here with me. Capice?”



“Capice.” She stifled a yawn. Leo saw it, knowing the working he put on her body last night still had her tired and sore.



“Rest.”



While in the shower, Max realized that she could not put on her ball gown from last night, but was pleasantly surprised to find a t-shirt and boxer for her on the bed. She dressed and went downstairs. Leo almost burned his hand when she entered the room. She look incredibility sexy in his clothes, her nipples were hard as pebbles, and calling to him. He looked away, willing himself to show some restraint, and went back to tending the bacon. Max was a little perplexed by his behavior until she looked down and saw what he was looking at. She quietly removed the clothing beginning her seduction.



“I’m sorry you didn’t liking seeing me in your clothes,” she said faking teariness in her voice. He could not believe she was so emotional this morning. He turned around to apologize and explain but instead dropped the plate. Max was standing there, with her hands on her head buck naked. This is a very wicked woman, and she is all mine. Max realized she must have gone too far when his eyes went from open and warm to black slits. She turned to run, but he grabbed her and lifted her up. He placed her on the dining room table. If she wanted to play, he could play.



“Lie back. Knees up.” His voice was edged with anger. She had really pulled on his heart with her fake voice and he didn’t take kindly to being fooled.









































































Wolves



For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this fantasy about being made love to by more than one man. I don’t mean rape; I mean being made love to. I can’t even tell you when I started thinking about and wanting this or even when it became a conscious desire. It was something that I accepted as a part of me. I didn’t think that I was crazy or anything like that, it just…was.



My name is Allie Walker. I have never been married although I am far from being pure. I am what would be considered a big woman, I am short somewhere around five feet two inches, very dark skinned with a short afro. I don’t consider myself ugly by any means but I’m not beautiful either, I just am.



I live in Virginia in the Blue Ridge Mountains not far from the Roanoke River. The house that I live in was built by my great grandfather and has been in the family ever since. I don’t know if any of you have been to this part of the country but it is simply breathtaking. It almost feels like another world, in the winter when it snows it looks exactly like something that Thomas Kincaide or another famous artist would paint, the spring and fall are just as breathtaking.



I live pretty far from town with no close neighbors which is fine by me. The only visitors I get are hikers that have gotten lost which happen quite a bit. Other than that I spend my time alone. I don’t really work because my parents left me fairly well off. I do however write for a website, I write articles about anything that tickles my fancy and I get paid quite well for it. I don’t really consider it work because I enjoy doing it.



I keep myself occupied by reading, watching movies and television and playing games on the internet. On occasion, I’ll call one of my cousins who lives in sunny California and catch up on the latest going ons in the family. She’s been trying to talk me into moving out there but I don’t want to, I like it here too much.



It’s now September and time for me to start getting ready for the winter months. It’s not unusual for me to get stuck up her for a couple of weeks at a time so I like to be prepared. My list of supplies is on the table waiting for me as I make one last check on my supplies. I checked the gas supply for the generator and decide that I’d better pick up a few extra gallons; I have more than enough oil for my lamps and enough batteries of every kind to open my own store.



The last thing that I check is my toy drawer, in it I have every kind of sex toy that I can think of. Just looking at them makes me tingle. I have time to pleasure myself before I make the drive into town I decide. I totally strip and lay on my bed; I have a ritual you see. I always start with my breast, I don’t know why; I just do. My nipples are already hard with anticipation of what I’m going to do next; I am blessed with breasts large enough that I can suck on my own nipples. Whenever I do, I imagine that the tongue licking them belongs to someone else. I lick and suck one and then the other imagining a mouth on each nipple. I reached into my drawer and took out two little suction cups that fit onto my nipples and I squeeze moaning at the sensation of the suction. I squeezed each cup several times squeezing my legs together as the sensation traveled to between my legs making my clit throb. I take my time with this, part of the game is seeing how long I can hold off before I let myself orgasm. Sometimes to make things interesting, I won’t pleasure myself for several days, this time it’s been two days.



It isn’t long before I can’t help myself, I don’t even need a vibrator to go over the edge. I take one hand and place it between my legs while the other one continues to squeeze the suction cups on my nipples. I make little circles around my clit and then I’m over the edge. I don’t try to keep my moans of pleasure quiet, who’s going to hear me? Afterwards, as I’m recovering, I wished that there was someone else to do this for me. It’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a man, months in fact. The last one was a hiker who got lost but as good as it was; it wasn’t enough.



I got dressed, grabbed my list and jumped into my van. It was late afternoon and I knew that Tony, the store manager was waiting for me. He had already called to let me know that my supplies were ready to be picked up and that he would be happy to load them for me.



I was surprised to see that the store was closed when I got there but he was waiting for me, as always he made some comment about pleasing me.



“You know, there is more than one way to please a person.” he said with a grin.



Usually I ignore the comments but today was different. I don’t know whether it was because I was still unsatisfied from the earlier orgasm or if I was just realizing how handsome he was but I decided to take him up on his offer. He wasn’t married or involved with anyone and we were both consenting adults and I really needed something other than my toys and my hand.



“Put your money where your mouth is.” I told him.



I think he was actually surprised when I accepted. Once he got over his surprise, he took my hand and led me to the back room where he kept a cot just in case he got snowed in. I can see that he is already hard in anticipation of our unscheduled afternoon sex. He grabbed me before I had a chance to say anything and kissed me hard at first and then he gentled, the last kiss I had was from that hiker and it was nothing like this. His mouth moved from my mouth to my neck licking and sucking it as his hands went under my shirt. My hands were trying to pull his shirt out of his jeans; this was lust in its purest form. Tony grabbed my hands and held them as he kissed me again.



“Slow down, we have to slow down. I’ve waited so long for this.” he murmured.



I had no idea of what he was talking about and to be honest with you, I didn’t care. Minutes later, we were both naked, it didn’t occur to me to be conscious about my body and apparently Tony had no issues with it judging by his reaction. He kissed my shoulders where my bra had made marks because of the heaviness of my breast. I moaned as he took them into his hands and kneaded them running his thumbs over the now erect nipples.



“I knew that they would be beautiful!” he said as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked one and then the other.



He then put the nipples together and took both of them into his mouth and sucked hard. I swear to you that I almost came. I pushed my chest into his face trying to encourage him not to stop, I was almost there and then he stopped. I could feel his cock pressing into me and I ground against it trying to maneuver it so that it would slide between my legs but he had other ideas.



“Lay on the cot.” he instructed.



After I was lying down, he knelt beside me and began to kiss his way down my body starting with my mouth. His right hand was stroking my stomach and was headed to between my legs, he stroked me everywhere but where I wanted him to. He kept me tottering just on the edge, when he sensed that I was about to come, he moved his hand to another part of my body. Finally, he was where I needed him to be, he didn’t need to tell me what to do; I opened my legs as wide as I could and waited.



The wait seemed to be a long time so I opened my eyes and looked at him. His green eyes glittered as he looked at me, and then suddenly, he was on me sucking and licking me until I screamed only vaguely remembering that someone might hear me.



When he was finished, he moved to the head of the bed and offered me his throbbing cock which I took without hesitation. I licked and sucked on the large head until he was moaning for me to end it but I didn’t. Who knew when this would happen again? I let is cock fall out of my mouth and stroked it relishing the feel of the soft skin in my hands. I took one heavy ball into my mouth and then the other sucking each one gently.



“Allie! For God’s sake end this!” he moaned.



I released his balls and took his cock back into my mouth, I swiped my tongue along the underside where the head met the shaft, I sucked and licked until he came in my mouth and even then I didn’t stop. Without missing a beat, he was between my legs and was ramming himself into me.



“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” I begged.



This time he listened to me, we came clinging to each other. For several minutes neither of us moved nor spoke. Tony held me close as if we were lovers instead of two horny people who needed some relief. Afterwards, Tony dressed and went to load up the van while I dressed. I had expected us to feel awkward around each other given what had just happened between us, but we didn’t. As a matter of fact, he actually kissed me and told me to be careful driving home.



I drove home feeling as sated as I’d ever been, I relished the feel of Tony’s semen as it leaked from me, the thought that we’d had unprotected sex occurred to me. The thought of a baby wasn’t an unwelcome one but I knew my body, I wasn’t ovulating. As I unloaded my supplies, I realized that I didn’t go to the post office, my winter reading order was waiting for me. It would just give me another reason to go into town I thought.



I had enough food and supplies to feed a small army I realized but better safe than sorry as my dad used to say. I went into the spare bedroom and checked on what jigsaw puzzles I had, if I was going to make another trip into town, I’d buy a few more. Other than my books at the post office, I was fully prepared to spend the winter alone.



The next week I went into town to pick up my books and made another visit to the store under the premise of forgetting something. Once again we had incredible earth shaking sex, afterwards I thought that the only thing that would have made it perfect is if there had been more than one of him but beggars can’t be choosers can they?



“There’s a storm headed this way, do you have everything that you need?” he asked as we got dressed.



“Yes, thanks.” I replied and made some comment about the early storm.



“You be careful up there, I don’t want anything to happen to you.” he replied.



Before he let me out of the store, he gave me a hug and a kiss. I had the feeling that he wanted to tell me something but changed his mind.



“Just be careful alright?” he said giving me a final kiss.



The predicted storm hit three days later. At first I could see several yards beyond the van, by afternoon I couldn’t see beyond the van by early evening I couldn’t see the van at all. I looked up at the sky watching the snow as it fell and sighed. I was going to be stuck for at least three to four days if not longer. I changed into my flannel pajamas, checked my flashlights and oil lamps and settled down to read.



I must have dozed off because I jumped awake to a banging on the door. I frowned wondering who would be stupid enough to be out in this weather. I crept toward the door and peeked out around the curtain, there stood four of what had to be most gorgeous men I had ever seen. I cracked the door open and spoke to them.



“Can I help you?”



“Hello, we were headed up the mountain and got caught in the storm. I know its stupid but none of us listened to the weather before we left. Could we possibly use your phone?”



“I’m sorry but the phone’s are out already.” I replied, “But you can come in and wait, they might be back up soon but I doubt it.”



I know that I was being too trusting but I couldn’t let them freeze to death could I? And after all, this was as close to my fantasy that I was probably going to get. They introduced themselves as Matt, Louis, Paul and Kevin. It was clear that Matt was the one in charge.



“Kev and Paul, why don’t you grab the bags out of the truck?”



I watched as they ran out to the truck and grabbed three bags. The snow was falling so hard that I almost couldn’t see them until they were back on the porch. I stepped aside and let them in getting a really good look at them, gorgeous was an understatement.



“What’s your name?” Matt asked me.



“Allie Walker.”



“Well Allie Walker, why are you up here alone?”



I explained to him how the house had been in my family for generations and that I liked it here. It dawned on me that they might be hungry. As it turned out, they hadn’t eaten anything since lunch. I cooked a huge meal and had a blast doing it; it was nice to cook for someone other than myself. When dinner was over, they insisted on cleaning the kitchen.



“It’s the least that we can do.” Matt said when I objected.



I looked outside; the snow was still falling heavily. They wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight.



“It looks like you’re stranded here at least for tonight. I have a couple of extra rooms that you can use if you want.”



“Thank you for your kindness.” Matt said with a smile.



I love men with dimples, I love men that are tall and I especially love men with long hair as long as it is neat and well kept and these guys had all of the above in spades. I think the shortest of them was around six-four with Matt topping that by a good three inches. I could see myself smushed between the four of them. As I looked at Matt, I thought that he reminded me of someone but I couldn’t think of who. I did find out that they were all brothers and none of them married.



“Why aren’t any of you married?” I asked. Matt was the oldest at thirty-five although he looked much younger with the youngest of them, Paul being thirty.



I caught a look that passed between them, I don’t know what it meant but it set me a tingling.



“Women seem to have a problem with us.” Kevin said.



This piqued my interest.



“You all seem like nice guys, what problems could a woman have with you?” I asked.



“Thank you for opening up your home to us.” Matt said not answering my question.



I showed them to the spare bedrooms and the bathroom and then said goodnight.



It was well after two am before I settled down for the night, I usually slept in the nude for easy access to my body but with four men in the house I decided that it might not be a good idea. I woke up to the smell of breakfast and coffee. I went downstairs after putting on a housecoat to find the table set and breakfast ready.



“You didn’t have to do this.” I said but secretly I loved it. This was part of my fantasy; it was part of being made love to. Once again I wondered why these guys weren’t married; their wives would be very lucky women. Kevin fixed my plate and sat it in front of me while Matt sat next to me.



“Don’t you ever get lonely up here alone?” he asked.



“Sometimes but I find things to do.” I replied taking a bite of the bacon that was cooked to perfection.



“Do you get visitors?”



“Not many and those are usually people like you that have gotten lost.” I replied.



Breakfast was absolutely delicious probably because it was cooked and served by four gorgeous men. This was something that I was going to remember to the end of my days.



I never saw Kevin move behind me, I only knew that he was there because he was rubbing my shoulders.



“You are a beautiful woman, much too beautiful to be alone.” he said as his hands kneaded the back of my neck, “Don’t you agree Louis?” he asked.



“Wholeheartedly.” Louis replied as he knelt to one side of me, “and I think that Paul would also agree.”



As if on cue, Paul was kneeling on the other side of me. I was getting nervous, not afraid really but just nervous. Something was happening here that I didn’t understand. Matt knelt in front of me and untied my robe and unbuttoned my pajama top.



“They’re right you know. You are beautiful” Matt said.



I’d been called a lot of things in my life including the dreaded “N” word but never beautiful. I didn’t say anything as Matt stroked my now exposed breasts.



“Take us to your room.” he murmured as he ran a finger over a hard nipple.



“Why?” I asked already knowing the answer. The thing that I had always wanted was going to happen and I was afraid.



“Take us to your room now.” Matt said his tone firm but not mean. He was someone who was used to being in charge and not used to being questioned.



I stood up on shaky legs and looked at each of them; the bulge in their jeans was hard to miss. I led the way to my room and stood at the foot of the bed.



“Strip.” Paul said, his tone just as firm as Matt’s had been.



I hesitated.



“Are you going to rape me?” I asked nervously.



“Would you like us to?” Matt asked.



“No!” I said quickly.



Kevin moved closer to me and kissed me.



“Good, I’m going to tell you why women have issues with us. We like to have sex together with one woman. Most women can’t handle that, can you?” Kevin asked as he kissed me again.



“We also like to use toys, do you like toys Allie?” Paul asked as he took one of my nipples into his mouth.



I gasped at the sensation. I could feel someone behind me; Matt.



“We also enjoy some pain but it’s alright if you don’t. Have you ever tried pain during sex?” Louis asked as he took my other nipple into his mouth and bit down hard enough to sting but not really hurt.



Matt was behind me running his hands over my ass before putting them into the waist of my pajama bottoms.



“And sometimes, we like to touch each other while we’re having sex with a woman, can you handle that?” Matt asked.



By this time the house could have been on fire and I wouldn’t have cared. My entire body trembled as hands and mouths explored my body.



“Allie.” Matt said gently, “Will you fuck with us?”



“God yes!” I moaned as someone put a hand down the front of my pajama bottoms.



‘One more thing.” Matt said, “The only thing that we ask is that you give us the pain that we ask for; if you want pain, then tell us. We will always listen to what you want and need.”



I agreed without hesitation, I had never seen two men together and the idea intrigued me, no it aroused me even more than I was. Matt moved from behind me and eased me to the bed. Paul and Louis sucked and nipped at my nipples sending me to seventh heaven while Kevin took my legs, peeled off my pajama bottoms and handed my legs to Matt who was at my head. He spread my legs as wide as they would go giving Kevin access to my throbbing, wet pussy.



“Open your mouth.” Matt said firmly.



As soon as I opened my mouth, he leaned forward and slipped his cock in slowly. I began to suck at him trying not to bite as the others sucked, licked and ate at me. I screamed around Matt’s cock as I felt Kevin slide two fingers inside of me and began to thrust them in and out. Just before I came, they changed positions until Matt was between my legs. Kevin held my legs as Matt had, his cock in my mouth. Then Matt was inside of me. His thrusts were slow and each time he was deep inside of me, he swiveled his hips and rubbed against my clit. I was going to come this time and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop it. Kevin came in my mouth as the Paul and Louis stroked themselves as they continued to suck my now sore, swollen and sensitive nipples. Matt came with a growl deep inside of me and still he rammed into me. I came screaming like a banshee very glad that there were no close neighbors.



I was soaked with sweat and breathing hard from my exertions by the time they were done. All of them crawled into the bed with me each touching me somewhere. Matt was behind me, spooning me, Kevin was in front of me with his arm around me and Matt, Paul’s head rested on my thigh and Louis’ head was against my legs. It sounds like it would be uncomfortable but it wasn’t, I felt more secure than I had in my entire life.



I woke up to soft moans; Paul was stroking Louis’ cock. As soon as they realized that I was awake, Louis reached between my legs and began to stroke me until I was moaning with him. Kevin woke up and began to suck my nipple.



“I want your ass.” Matt whispered into my ear.



I felt him place his cock between my cheeks and gently push and prod until he found my virgin opening. I felt pressure as the head of his cock pushed against me.

“Relax.” he crooned into my ear.



“Paul, suck on her clit.” Matt said.



Suddenly, one leg was being held up in the air and I felt a tongue licking me, I was going to come. At the same time, Matt continued pushing into me. I felt the large head of his cock enter me and it hurt. He stopped and let me adjust before he continued. Finally, I felt his pelvis against my ass.



“I’m in baby and you feel so good.” he panted as he began making short thrust inside of me.



Gradually the pain disappeared and was replaced by a deep pleasure. I had never thought about anal sex before and I was finding that I enjoyed it. It wasn’t long before I came with Paul sucking on my clit and Matt thrusting into me from behind. Kevin came while stroking himself while sucking on my nipple while Louis sat back and watched stroking himself until he came on my thigh.



Matt was the first to recover.



“Get cleaned up and meet us downstairs, we have things to talk about.” he told me.



When they left the room, I took a long hot shower. As soon as the warm water hit my nipples I came, I couldn’t help it. I came again when I washed my ass and pussy; this was so much better than any fantasy that I had dreamt up.



Breakfast was ready by the time I made it downstairs. Louis held my chair for me as I sat down while Matt fixed my plate. After breakfast, they shooed me to the living room.



“Read or whatever it is you do.” Matt said kissing me and tapping me on the ass.



I was in the middle of a scrabble game on my laptop when they came in. Matt sat next to me on my left; Kevin sat to my right, with Paul and Louis on the floor in front of me each of them rubbing a foot.



“Allie, do you know how remarkable you are?” Matt asked, “You were perfectly comfortable with making love with us not even flinching when we touched each other. Very few women could do that.”



Making love? Whatever happened to fucking? I wondered. So I decided to ask.



“What happened to fucking?” I asked.



They all looked at each other and nodded.



“At first it was just fucking but once we knew that you were who we thought you were, it became making love.” Matt said, “Allie, you belong to us.”



“What do you mean belong to you?” I asked, “After the storm you’ll be gone” I replied.



Matt looked as if he was trying to decide whether to tell me something or not and then decided to tell me.



“Allie, you are our mate. We’re werewolves.” Matt said as if he was offering me a chair.



“What? Werewolves? You don’t look like werewolves!” I said never mind the fact that I had no idea of what a werewolf was supposed to look like.



“Didn’t you wonder about our stamina?” Kevin asked.



“Yes but…” I faltered when I looked into Matt’s green eyes.



They glittered and I saw something move behind them. I looked at Kevin next, his eyes were a light brown but I saw the same thing. It was the same with Paul and Louis. I was angry.



“That’s just freaking great!” I said, “so now what? After the storm you go away until next winter?” I asked not even addressing the werewolf issue.



“Allie, sweetheart, you’re not listening.” Matt said, “We belong together, all six of us. You are our mate.”



Six? There’s another one? What seemed to be a million questions flooded my brain, how was this possible?



“Allie, we’ve known about you for the past six months, we waited until now because you wouldn’t have invited us in otherwise.” Louis said as he rubbed my foot.



“How? Oh god.” I moaned not even knowing where to start with my questions.



Matt took over and began to explain things.



“Every few hundred years our family is blessed with having one mate for all of the brothers. The last time it happened was probably well over six hundred years ago, those would be our great grandfathers. They are all alive and well but have stepped down and handed control of the pack to their sons who each had their own mate, these are our grandfathers. Our father has passed control of the pack to us and we are the selected ones to have one mate for all of us. No one knows why or how, it just is.”



He went on to explain how they were almost immortal in that they could live for thousands of years which prompted the question.



“What happens to me? I’m human. Do you find another woman or what?” I asked.



“No love, there’s a ceremony that we go through that will make you as we are. It involves some pain and a lot of love making.” Kevin replied, “But we will be taking a majority of the pain.”



I had to bite each and every one of them and they had to bite me, according to Paul, I would be one sick puppy for a day or so. The question was did I want to do this? And then I had a question.



“What about this full moon thing?”



Louis chuckled, “That’s true to an extent but the fact is that we can change at anytime, the full moon just makes it easier. Having said that, you will always be safe with us, even in our wolf form; we will know you, your scent is imbedded in our brain.”



“The question that we have for you,” Matt said, “is if you will agree to the mate to the five of us.”



“Where is the other one?” I asked.



“Not far. Why don’t you go upstairs and relax? We’ll take care of things down here.”



I knew what he was doing he was giving me time to think about my answer. The bed was freshly made, the dirty sheets were in the hamper but I could still smell the scent of love being made. I lay on the bed and closed my eyes and tried to work through all of the information that I had just received but all I saw was four men making love to me. I opened my eyes when I sensed that I wasn’t alone. Matt was standing in the doorway watching me, for the barest of seconds; I saw his wolf in his eyes. Without speaking, he crossed the room and got into bed with me. I snuggled next to him as he put an arm around me; I closed my eyes and fell asleep.



I was woken by a kiss on my cheek and by several bodies all with erections surrounding me and I wanted to touch them all. Matt spoke first.



“Touch yourself, make yourself come for us.”



Without thinking about it, I opened my robe and pulled up my nightgown and began to pleasure myself. It wasn’t hard to become aroused, all I had to do was look around me and remember how it felt to be made love to by these four men who said that I belonged to them but did they belong to me? It was important that I know that this wasn’t a one way street.



One of them, Paul; moved my hand and replaced it with his tongue.



“Do you belong to me?” I asked moaning as a nipple went into Kevin’s mouth.



“Yes.” four voices replied as one, “We are yours.”



Louis was sucking on the other nipple so hard that it was painful. When I whimpered he backed off and licked it until the pain was gone. After that he sucked just hard enough that it was almost to the point of pain but not quite. Matt touched my cheek with his cock prompting me to open my mouth. I heard him groan as I sucked on the head.



“Allie, bite it.”



I hesitated, that would hurt.



“You promised to give us whatever pain we asked for, so bite my cock.” he insisted.



I bit down gently and I heard him moan in appreciation.



“Harder.” he moaned.



Once again I bit down and once again he groaned in pleasure.



“Again!” he screamed.



And I bit. I felt him shoot into my mouth as he screamed his release. Kevin and Louis were on their knees on either side of me their erections pointing directly at me. I took a cock in each hand and stroked and pulled until they both came with loud moans. Paul was now inside of me slowly pumping in and out, his eyes closed totally oblivious to everything around him. I tightened my muscles around him breaking his concentration. Kevin reached down and rubbed my clit as Paul pumped faster and faster until he came saying my name. Kevin rubbed my clit faster until finally I came as well. I fell asleep with hands and lips kissing and touching me.



The next time I woke up it was past lunch, Matt was sitting on the bed waiting for me to wake up. He greeted me with a soft kiss.



“Lunch is ready whenever you are.” he said as he got up to leave.



I took a shower and changed into a clean nightgown although I don’t know why I bothered. Lunch was absolutely delicious. Paul made a peach pie from canned peaches that had I not known any better, I would have sworn that they were fresh. I made him promise to tell me how he did it. After lunch, matt took me to the living room leaving the others to clean the kitchen.



“Allie, do you understand what’s happening here?” he asked.



“I understand what you’re saying but I don’t understand how it’s possible for me to be the mate to five of you.” I replied.



Matt looked surprised.



“That wasn’t the question that I was expecting” he said with a smile.



“What question were you expecting?” I asked.



“I was expecting you to ask if we were really werewolves, some mates still question it even though they see It.” he replied.



I could understand that but I knew and trusted what I saw.



“I have a question for you.” I said, “Why did you wait to come to me?”



“It’s like I said earlier, if we had come in the spring or summer you wouldn’t have let us in. Believe me when I say that we wanted to come long before now, it was all that we could do to stay away from you. One of us was always nearby, you were never really alone.”



It hit me that he probably knew about the hiker, I felt the need to explain but Matt shushed me.



“No explanations are necessary, we didn’t expect you to be celibate and it’s not like you had a constant stream of men passing through.” he told me.



“You’re not angry?” I asked.



“No, we’re not angry. You didn’t know about us and if you had you wouldn’t have had sex with him. But I do have some things to tell you so that you can make an informed decision about whether to become our mate or not.”



Matt patted his lap indicating that I should sit there. I hesitated, I had never sat in anyone’s lap before and I thought myself too big for that kind thing, when I told him that he became irritated.



“Never say anything negative about yourself; we think that you are perfect as you are. Ask any of the others and they will tell you the exact same thing. I also speak for all of us when I say that we love you and will do whatever we need to in order to make you happy.”



I was dumbfounded.



“How can you say that? You don’t know anything about me.”



“You can learn a lot about a person by watching them.” Matt said, “And we know all we need to know. We belong together. What other questions do you have?”



I couldn’t think of anything but he did.



“Allie, our home is about one hundred miles north of here, there are many of us and as I explained, we are the ruling family. I am the leader of our pack and my brothers are my cabinet if you want to think of it like that. You are our first lady, in other words you carry a lot of clout but I have the final say. Once you decide whether to mate with us, we have to leave here and go home. We can leave the house as it is and come back from time to time if you like but we can’t live here.



If anything was going to be a deal breaker, then that was it. Leave my house? Matt didn’t say anything as I thought of a million things. I made myself slow down and take one thing at a time starting with the most important thing. I finally got what I wanted and it was better than I could have dreamed, was I going to let the fact that I couldn’t live in my house going to stop me from doing what I had always wanted and needed? Then I had another thought, babies? How would I know who the father was? And would it be born looking like as human or a furry little creature? I decided to ask.



“It won’t matter who the father is, we will all be their fathers as to what they will look like when they are born, they will look human and will grow as human children do until they are twenty-one. By then they will know how to survive in the world as a werewolf.”



I really needed time to think about this and I couldn’t do it sitting in Matt’s lap. What I really needed was to go for a walk but the storm was still raging but had decreased in its intensity. Matt let me up to go to my room. I lay on the bed where we all had just made love not that long ago and closed my eyes. These men accepted me as I was, they even considered me beautiful. I was being treated like a queen and I was completely sated sexually. What in the hell was I waiting for? Suddenly I realized that I was making this much harder than it needed to be, it was a yes or no question, did I want to be with the five of them? Yes, did I want to live with them for thousands of years? Yes, I wanted to wake up in a bed with the five of them surrounding me, have their children whether they are puppies or human.



I went back downstairs and found the four of them looking through my DVD collection.



“Cool! She doesn’t watch chick flicks!” Louis said happily.



“Amen to that!” Kevin said, “But look at her martial arts collection!” he said obviously pleased.



They were so engrossed with looking at my movies that they weren’t aware that I was standing behind them.



“Hey, she’s got the whole Ken Burns documentary on the civil war.” Matt said impressed, “and Gettysburg.” he added.



Paul was the only one who hadn’t commented yet but he soon did.



“She’s got like a ton of cook books! I hope that she brings them with her if she comes with us.”



I made a small noise and as one they turned around.



“I made my decision.” I said quietly.



The four of them stood frozen in place waiting for me to speak.



“Yes,” I said.



It took several seconds for it to sink in but when it did, I found myself surrounded by four big men. Matt picked me up first and kissed me before passing me to Kevin who passed me to Paul who then passed me to Louis who handed me back to Matt.



After the excitement died down, Matt sent me upstairs for a nap.



“You’re going to need it.” he said as he hugged me again.



I went back upstairs and lay down. The bed seemed too big without the others in it; I jumped when I heard someone behind me.



“Want some company?” Matt asked.



To be truthful, I did; I didn’t want to be alone and it wasn’t because of fear. I patted the empty space next to me. In three strides, he was at the side of the bed and then I was in his arms, I wanted to talk but he wanted me to sleep.



“Close your eyes.” he said as he lightly stroked my arm.



He spoke in a low soft voice that would lull any insomniac to sleep. When I woke up it was time for dinner, Paul had outdone himself. The pork roast was cooked to perfection with carrots and potatoes. Dessert was apple pie made from canned apples; I would definitely have to take my cookbooks for him. We talked quietly throughout the meal, apparently this mating thing was a big deal but I wasn’t nervous anymore, I was ready to do this.



After dinner, I was sent back upstairs.



“Take a nice hot shower and we’ll be up shortly.” Matt said.



Each of them kissed me murmuring a “thank you” against my lips afterwards. I wondered where the fifth brother was and when I would meet him. I took my time in the shower; I wanted to be sure that I was as clean as possible. When I came out of the bathroom, they were waiting for me, each of them holding a white ties and Matt held a blindfold.



Matt led me to the bed and sat me down.



“Allie, these are the ties of mating. You will be tied to the bed with these; it is a symbol that you trust us to care for you and not to cause you any unnecessary pain unless you wish it. Since our fifth brother isn’t here, I will apply his for him; the blindfold is for me to apply. Remember that I told you that the only real pain that you will feel is when we mark you but we will do it with as little pain as possible. If you need to stop, just say so and we’ll stop to let you rest.”



I had been under the impression that this wouldn’t take more than an hour or so, I was seriously mistaken.



“Just how long does this take?” I asked.



“All night, the marking will come at the end of the night. Are you ready for us?” Matt asked.



“Just one.” I replied, “What’s your last name?”



“Christianson and by the end of the night, that will be your name as well.”



Matt helped me into the bed and tied my right wrist to the bedpost while Kevin did the left one. Paul tied the right foot while Louis tied the left. After checking several times to make sure that the binds weren’t too tight, Matt applied the blindfold. I heard murmurs of approval as I lay quietly entrusting my safety into the hands of these men.



It seemed like a long time before anyone spoke but when they did, it was Matt.



“It is with great joy that we claim this woman Allie Walker as our mate. Allie we welcome you and pledge to you all that is ours including our bodies, our hearts, our souls and our minds. We swear that you will always be kept safe even at the cost of our lives.”



There was a moment of silence and then they started singing a song whose words I didn’t understand. Later I found out that it was a song only sung at matings such as ours. It was probably one of the most beautiful songs that I had ever heard. Its meaning was clear even though I didn’t understand the words. When the song was over, I heard the bedroom door open and then close.



“This is the part of the ceremony where each of us gets to spend time alone with you. We will each say the vows that we have prepared for you, none of us knows what the other is going to say but as Alpha, I go first followed by Kevin, then Louis and Paul. If the other brother were here, he would go after Kevin.”



I lay there blindfolded and bound to the bed as Matt said his vows to me, I cried as he promised love, protection and encouragement. I tried to stop crying, I still had three more men to go through. When he was finished, he kissed me and told me that he loved me. By the time Paul was through, the blindfold was soaked.



“Keep your eyes closed.” Paul said and then he replaced the soaked blindfold with a dry one.



Once again the bedroom door opened and I heard the other three walk in. I couldn’t tell who was where but only that all of them were there. I gasped when I felt a warm mouth on each of my nipples and another latch onto my clit. A fourth pair of hands massaged warm oil into my skin, I don’t know who was doing what when the orgasm came but it came hard and fast knocking the wind from my sails. I must have fainted because the next thing I knew; there was a cool wash cloth pressed against my forehead and a glass pressed against my lips.



“Welcome back baby.” Matt said as he gave me a sip of water, “Just little sips.” he said as he gave me another sip.



They gave me a ten minute respite before beginning again, I was moaning again and pulling against my restraints a few minutes later, I wanted to touch them. Paul whispered in my ear, “soon sweetheart.” I felt something being applied to my nipples, clamps but not the kind meant to cause pain; these were the rubber coated ones. I felt a tongue flicking across the tips of my nipples as the clamps vibrated on low speed, I cried out when I felt a vibrator against my clit and another against my anus each rubbing until I screamed. This orgasm was more intense than any I had had and I just couldn’t take anymore. I loved what was happening but I had to regroup. My mouth and mouth was dry from screaming so much and I needed to use the bathroom.



“Matt, I have to stop, I can’t….”



“It’s alright, you’re doing great.” he assured me.



I was released from my binds but told to keep my eyes closed until they left the room. Why I don’t know and it really didn’t matter. When I heard the door close, I opened my eyes; someone had thought enough to leave the lights off but the bathroom lights on. When I came out a large glass of orange juice sat on the bedside table, I gulped it down without stopping.



Thirty minutes later, there was a tap on the door. I was soon tied to the bed and blindfolded again. For the next thirty minutes, they talked to me about whatever came to mind. I was beginning to recognize each man by his touch. Matt’s touch was firm but gentle; it was the same no matter what he was doing whether it is sucking my clit or my nipples. Kevin’s touch was pure eroticism, he was the one that was massaging me with warm oil; he would make one hell of a massage therapist. Paul’s touch was the opposite of Matt’s, it was soft, teasing and he would be able to keep me on the edge of orgasm for hours if he chose to and then there was Louis, he was in a class all by himself, he was a combination of all three brothers present and probably the fourth, he had the most creative tongue of all of them but the others weren’t far behind. I couldn’t wait to find out what the fifth brother was like.

I lost track of how many orgasms I had and gave up trying to keep count. I felt my legs being untied and lifted in the air and then my hands were released. The blindfold remained on as Kevin lifted my head and gave me a drink of water.



“The time for the marking has come.” Matt said from between my legs, “we will each come inside of you and will mark you, you in turn will mark each of us wherever you choose.” he added.



I felt mouths on my nipples, Kevin and Paul’s. My legs were being held open by Louis as wide as they could go. I cried out when Matt slammed into me, he pumped slowly and deeply and when he felt me tighten around his cock, my legs were released so that he could lean forward. I felt a bite on my right shoulder and then warm blood trickle down and being lapped up. By the time the orgasm was over, the pain was gone leaving a dull ache that could be relieved by Advil and a hot shower. Matt’s orgasm began just as mine ended. I was vaguely aware of biting him although I couldn’t say where. I heard his howl of pain mixed in with the pleasure of his release.



Kevin was next. His mark going on my left shoulder, then Paul who marked me just below Matt and finally Louis whose mark was just below Kevin’s I wondered where the fifth mark would go. In each case, I knew that I had bitten a man, werewolf I mean but I didn’t know where. It turns out that I had bitten each man on the back of his left hand a fact that pleased them.



“It means that you love each of us equally.” Kevin explained.



By this time, I was punch drunk from exhaustion and I giggled uncontrollably causing my new mates to chuckle.



“Time to sleep love.” Matt said as he curled his body around mine.



“Okey dokey!” I replied giggling.



“She’s really looped.” Louis said laughing.



I woke up that evening feeling like I had been run over by a truck. Both shoulders hurt, oh hell; all of me hurt and let’s not forget the fever, chills, nausea and vomiting. Two of them were always with me, one to take me to the bathroom and the other to change the bed. The other two were in the kitchen preparing what they called the wedding meal. Through out the twenty-four hour process, they kept giving me sips of something that tasted like boiled weeds.



“Drink it; it will help with the pain and nausea.” Matt said as he poured the vile stuff into my mouth. I don’t know when I actually fell into a real sleep but I didn’t wake up until the next evening. Matt was sitting on the side of the bed reading when I finally woke up. The bed was clean and I was wearing a clean nightgown.



“Welcome back.” he greeted.



“Is it over?” I asked.



“It’s over for us; you still have a brother to mate with. You gave a good mark.” He said holding up his left hand.



I winced, that had to have hurt.



“Did it hurt?” I asked feeling guilty.



“Hell yeah! But it’s fine. See? It’s already healed.”



A tap on the door interrupted us.



“Enter.” Matt called.



Kevin, Paul and Louis came into the bedroom.



“How is our mate?” Paul asked as he greeted me with a kiss.



“I’m fine, how are you guys?” I asked.



“Perfect!” Kevin said as he held up his left hand. I had marked each of them on the left hand. I had a vague recollection of Matt saying that it was a good thing.



“I hope that you’re hungry.” Louis said, “Dinner is ready.”



I was famished, and dinner was fabulous like always. The storm had let up but we weren’t going anywhere for at least three more days. We used the time to pack up my books and whatever else I thought I might want. I had to remember that they only had a truck so I couldn’t take my rocking chair and my hope chest.



“We’ll send someone after it in the spring.” Matt told me.



During that time my education as a werewolf began, the first attempts to change were hilarious and I could tell they were trying hard not to laugh.



“Come on guys, this is as funny as hell!” I said when I looked in the mirror and saw only one ear had managed to change.



What I found interesting was that Matt told me that not all female mates are able to change; it’s something that is found out once the attempt is made, no one knows why not all of us can change but it was clear that I had the capability if only I could learn how.



Three days later, we were ready to go. I had very mixed feelings about leaving my home but I was excited at the same time. The phones were working and Matt made several phone calls as the others packed the truck. I took one last look around, walked out and locked the door. My van was already parked in the garage that I hardly ever used.



“Ready to go love?” Matt asked.



I nodded and climbed into the truck sitting between Matt and Kevin in the front seat.



“We need to go into town first.” Matt said as he pulled out of my driveway.



I thought that odd since town was in the opposite direction of where we were heading but I didn’t say anything. An hour later, we were pulling up into the parking lot of Tony’s store.



“It’s time for you to meet your last mate.” Kevin said as he helped me from the truck.



The four of them led me into the store. Tony came out from the back and hugged each of the brothers. I realized now why the others looked familiar. Tony was the fifth brother; it explained why he was so concerned about me and why he tried so hard to get me into bed. He saw me staring at him and grinned.



“Tony Christianson at your service but damn you’re a hard one to get into bed!”



“You knew who I was?” I asked.



“Yes, I knew. I was sent to keep an eye on you.” he replied, “let’s roll, we have dibs on the third seat and lost time to make up for not to mention a mark to give and receive. By the way, strip and put your coat back on.”



“What?” I asked shocked.



“Strip and put your coat on, I can’t wait to taste you again.” he said licking his lips.



Apparently the deal was that since he wasn’t there for the mating, he got me to himself for the entire ride home. As soon as we were in the truck, Tony wasted no time in taking my coat off and laying me back on the seat. In no time flat, he was as naked as I was and hard, he got between my legs and put them over his shoulders, he teased and sucked at me until I was screaming for him to let me come but he ignored me pulling away just before the orgasm came. Finally tired of teasing me, he took my clit into his mouth and sucked hard. Even before the orgasm was over, he was inside of me saying his vows in my ear as he pumped in and out with slow but steady strokes. I felt his cock grow inside of me and then I felt his mark go just above my left breast. It hurt like hell but then it was over with. I took his left hand and bit exactly in the same spot as I had the others. He howled in pain and pleasure as he emptied deep inside of me.



It took me a minute to realize that we weren’t moving; I heard soft moans coming from the seats in front of us. The other four were stroking themselves to orgasm. I spent the rest of the trip straddled across Tony’s lap sitting on his cock. It didn’t take me long to realize that of the five of them he was the one with the greatest stamina. By the time we got to where we were going, I was sore but not unpleasantly so and he was still rock hard, I was giggling again as he carried me up the stairs and into the bathroom.



This had to be the biggest bathroom that I had ever seen, not that I’ve seen that many bathrooms. Tony put me on my feet holding on to me so that I wouldn’t fall and stripped with one hand until one of the others came in to help. Matt got into the huge Jacuzzi/bathtub first; he sat down and got settled before Tony helped me in. I sat in front of Matt between his legs with my back resting against his chest, the others got in and sat as close to me as they could. I was no longer giggling but totally relaxed in the tub with my guys. The question I had was why Tony didn’t tell me who he was.



“Every time you walked into the store, I had to bite my tongue but it wasn’t my place to tell you. I had to wait until Matt talked to you first. I spent the entire storm jacking off to the memory of our two times together and imagining all that they were doing to that beautiful body of yours. Allie, I’m glad that you’re here, all of us are.” Tony said; his voice filled with emotion.



After we were out of the tub, five pairs of hands dried me off and oiled my skin. I was rapidly adjusting to being cared for by five men.



“Time for dinner and then we turn in early. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.” Matt said as he handed me a pair of pajamas.



“What’s happening tomorrow?” I asked.



“The rest of the pack knows that you’re here and they’re going to want to meet you so tomorrow we’ll be available for a meet and greet. Tomorrow night is the mating reception; it’s basically a party but a formal one.”



Reception? I had nothing to wear to something like that. As if reading my mind Paul assured me that I had a dress that they had picked out for me.



“You went shopping for me?” I asked nervously. What if it didn’t fit or it was some funky shade of green? I thought.



“Tony told us your skin tone and the colors that you seemed to favor and a rough estimate on your size and I have to say he was pretty much on the money.”



I imagined five gorgeous men in the dress department and laughed.



“I bet you got plenty of funny looks.” I said.



“You bet we did!” Kevin said laughing, “But I think that you’ll like our choice.”



Dinner was cooked by one of the house staff and was delicious but I thought that Paul was the better cook but then I wasn’t being exactly objective. Matt introduced me to the head of the household staff.



“Marshall this is our mate Allie Christianson. Allie this is Marshall. He runs the house so if there’s anything that you need or want he’s the one to make it happen.”



Instead of shaking my hand, Marshall gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.



“That is standard pack greeting for newcomers.” Matt explained when he saw how startled I was.



By the time dinner was over, I was stuffed. I made some off hand comment about if they kept feeding me like this that I would be fatter than I was. There was a stony silence around the table which was broken by Matt.



“I told you once before that I don’t want to hear any negative comments about yourself but if it makes you feel any better, you will always be as you are and as far as we are concerned you’re perfect.”



“I wasn’t being negative.” I replied, “I was just stating fact.”



“Allie, if we were meant to have a beanpole as a wife we would have been given one, we are more than pleased with you. Now let’s finish dessert so that we can tuck you in.” Matt said.



I soon found out what “tucking” me in entailed. Each of them brought me to orgasm at least once before coming themselves. By the time all five of them finished with me, I was exhausted, in minutes I was sound asleep with five bodies surrounding me.



I was wakened with a gentle but insistent thrust between my legs and a mouth on my nipple. I opened my eyes to see the top of Matt’s dark head as he sucked a nipple. Kevin was the one with his cock between my legs, I came first then Matt and Kevin followed shortly afterwards. One would think that I would be sore after so much lovemaking; I was but not enough to tell them to stop. I wondered where the other three were and asked.



“They’re making sure that everything is ready for the meet and greet today and the reception tonight.” Kevin replied, “They’ll sneak off with you later for a quickie.” he added kissing me.



All too soon it was time to get up and face my new world. We dressed casually, all of us in tee shirts, jeans and tennis shoes. After a quick breakfast, we sat in the enclosed and heated front porch and waited for the first visitor.



“Where will the reception be?” I asked hoping that it wasn’t going to be outside.



“We have a building that is used for meetings and things like that.” Paul replied.



The one thing that I truly loved was being touched and it didn’t have to be in a sexual manner and with these guys, someone was always touching me. I was going to ask a question when the first visitors of the day approached. It was a young family and when I say young, they were less than two-hundred years old and they had just had their first baby. It was an adorable little girl that they named Angela, I thought that it was a fitting name because she really did look like a little angel.



After they left, I wanted to know how old my guys were so I asked.



“I’m the oldest at seven hundred, after that we are about fifty years apart.” Matt said.



“Wow.” I said, “You are old!”



The day was progressing quickly with Louis, Paul and Tony getting in their quickies whenever they could. Then around four, it kind of went to hell. We were talking among ourselves when all five of them tensed.



“What?” I asked looking round for the source of the tension.



Matt stood up, took my hand and placed me behind him.



“Sweetheart, I need for you to stay where you are and don’t say anything.”



“But…”



“Shush now.” he said cutting me off.



The other four stood next to Matt, two on his left and two on his right shoulder to shoulder.



“Vincent.” Matt said in a cool voice, “what brings you here?”



“I came to meet your supposed mate.” he said in a voice that was just as cool as Matt’s.



Supposed? What did he mean by that? I wondered. I also wondered why Matt didn’t want me to meet this man. My gut told me to keep quiet and I listened to it, I stepped up closer to Matt and cuddled against his back. I could feel the tightness of his muscles but I felt no fear coming from him as he spoke to Vincent.



“You know that she is here, most of the pack has already met her.”



“But I haven’t.” Vincent replied, “It is my right as pack to do so.”



“It is also our rights as her mate to deny you that. If you want to meet her, it will be tonight and only in our presence.” Matt replied.



I heard Vincent snicker.



“What’s the matter Matt? Afraid that she’ll want a real wolf?” he asked.



The other four of my mates let out low growls of anger.



“Stand down.” Matt commanded, his voice holding a trace of amusement.



“You have our answer, leave now.” Matt said the humor in his voice gone and replaced by authority.



Vincent must have hesitated because none of them relaxed until he was gone. Matt turned around and hugged me.



“Thank you for obeying us.”



“Who was that?” I asked.



“That is Vincent O’Dell. He is of the opinion that he is more qualified to be pack leader than we are. He believes that we are too soft and that the humans and werewolf should be kept separated with the exception of the occasional human female who is a mate to one of us. He’s been waiting for a long time to challenge me and now that you’re here, it will happen.” Matt said.



“What does that mean?” I asked alarmed.



“It means that he is going to challenge me for the position of pack leader.”



“How does he do that? Does he pick a number out of a hat or something?” I asked.



“No love.” Kevin said rubbing my back, “we fight.”



“Fight? As in to the death?” I asked. I was beginning to panic.



“Worse case scenario, yes. The best case scenario is that we will be exiled from the pack.” Kevin said.



I was shocked and horrified that I could lose one of my mates.



“Let him have it! We can go back to my house.” I said already beginning to cry.



“Sweetheart, it isn’t that simple.” Matt said.



“Why not?” I asked, “We just get back into the truck and leave.”



Matt held me close as I cried, this could not be happening.



“I promise you that I won’t get killed.” Matt said.



“You can’t possibly know that!” I said pulling away from him.



“I can say that because I have something that he doesn’t- you.”



I didn’t understand everything that was happening but I did know this, they hadn’t told me everything.



“What aren’t you telling me?” I asked.



“Matt, we have to tell her.” Louis said as he stroked my arm.



“Will somebody please tell me what’s going on?” I yelled.



Matt took my hand and led me into the living room, sat down and pulled me into his lap. The other four surrounded us their hands on me. Matt gave me a few minutes to settle down before he spoke.



“Allie, if I lose the fight, not only could I be killed or exiled; Vincent will take you as his mate.”



“NO!” I screamed as I jumped out of Matt’s lap, “I’ll die first, please lets just go!”



I stood in the middle of the floor and begged them to leave.



“Baby, we can’t.” Matt said as he stood up and walked over to me. “If we left without fighting, we would be hunted and you would never be safe. I won’t do that to you, if by some chance I would die; Kevin would be next in line and it will be fine.”



“Fine! How will it be fine if I lose you? I would rather spend my life running and have all of you instead of losing one of you.”



Matt took my face in his hands and made me look up at him.



“Allie, do you trust me?” he asked.



“Yes but…”



“Do you trust me when I say that I’m not going to die?”



I closed my eyes and opened them.



“I believe that you’ll do your best not to.” I replied.



In spite of the situation, Matt laughed.



“Fair enough. But I’m going to make a promise to you, I am promising you that I am not going to die. I know that you’re frightened and understandably so but when this is over the six of us will be going to bed together.”



All five of my guys surrounded me and hugged me but I had one last thing to say.



“Matthew Christianson, if you die on me I swear to god, I’ll kill you again!”



As I dressed for the reception, I said several prayers for Matt and his safety. I now had an idea of how a woman must feel when her man goes off to war; it gave me a whole new respect for them. I meant what I said when I said that I would die before allowing Vincent to touch me. I sensed cruelty from him; he would hurt me just because I belonged to Matt and his brothers.



I put on the dress and looked at myself in the mirror, it was beautiful. They had chosen well. It was a deep red in color, the style accentuating my positives like my breasts and relatively small waist and downplaying what I considered to be my negatives, my hips and ass. There were a pair of pumps that added about two inches to my height.



Matt came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.



“You are so beautiful.” he murmured.



He led me downstairs where the other four were waiting. I gave a little curtsy when they clapped and whistled.



“Before we go to the reception, we have something for you.” Paul said as they all lined up in front of me.



When they were in place, he took a small black box out of his suit pocket.



“We had this made when we realized that we would be sharing a mate.” Paul said as he took the ring out of the box.



It was beautifully made; my birthstone which is amethyst was in the middle surrounded by five diamonds.



“Please accept this ring as a symbol of our never ending love and devotion.” he said as he slipped it onto my finger. It was a perfect fit.



Louis then stepped forward with another box and opened it. There were five wedding bands each identical to the one I had but the stones were smaller. I took a ring out of the box and starting with Matt repeated the words that had been said to me. When I had placed the ring on the hand of the last man, I stood in front of them and told them that I loved them. I didn’t have to say it to each man, it was understood that I meant all of them.



I tried to push the challenge out of my mind but I knew that it was going to happen. It only made sense, everyone was going to be there and Vincent struck me as a showoff. By nine, I began to relax; maybe Vincent had changed his mind. I had just let out a sigh of relief when I heard Vincent’s voice.



“Matthew Christianson! I challenge you for the position of pack leader!”

McKenzie Lowell stepped up to the door and rang the bell.



The door was answered by a giant dressed in a Scottish kilt, white button up and black half-mask.



“Trick or treat?” he asked.



“Hey Bear, isn’t that supposed to be my line? But I’ll take a treat over a trick any day!”



“Shit Kenzie, how did you know it was me?” Bear asked.



“Because I don’t know anyone else who hits 6’5″? And how did you know it was me?” Kenzie asked with a pout.



“Because I don’t know anyone else with your hot as hell body?”



“Oooooh, you better watch out,” Kenzie teased, punching Bear in the arm, “or I’m going to tell Lola!”



Lola was Bear’s wife. She was a gorgeous, black hair and green eyes, who stood at just under six foot, had a great sense of humor and was perfect for Bear!



“Please don’t Kenzie! She’ll have my balls for sure.” Bear laughed.



“Don’t worry; I won’t be responsible for your becoming a eunuch!”



Kenzie stepped into the foyer of the large, sprawling home that her friends shared. While Bear shut the door and hung her coat, Kenzie stepped up to the large mirror near the stairs to examine herself before stepping into the large masquerade party in full swing in the main part of the house.



Kenzie scrutinized her imagine. Waist length hair, so red it was nearly burgundy, with a nice wave complemented her bright blue eyes. She had clear porcelain skin with a healthy smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She loved her freckles.



What she loved much less was her very Rubenesque figure. Kenzie snorted. Rubenesque? How about fat! Kenzie really had no illusions about her size. She was a big girl. She smoothed her hands down her more than ample hips. Adjusting her gauzy, flowing white toga, she turned sideways and eyed her rounded stomach, much hidden by the empire waist of her gown. She’d taken a risk coming as a goddess. How many fat girls were actually brave enough to assume the right to be a goddess? Along with her white toga gown, she wore a gold laurel wreath and a white feathered half mask. The mask showed of her ruby painted cupid-bow lips to their best advantage.



As little as she loved her figure, she had almost learned to accept her less than supermodel body. Dates, though, had been few and far between, due mostly to her size, she was sure. However, Kenzie accepted that she was a beautiful woman. And she was definitely not shy about adorning her body. She had numerous tattoos including a large tree of life on her back. She also had multiple ear piercings, a hoop in her nose and small diamond stubs ornamenting her bottom lip.



Giving herself one last critical look, Kenzie stepped into the large great room. She looked around, taking in the crush of other party guests. There were several predictable costumes: witches, vampires, pirates and some zombies. Some of the women wore beautiful costumes, dressed as fairies and princesses. Her eyes landed on a particularly hot black haired she-devil at the bar. Kenzie smiled. Of course Lola would be dressed as a slutty bad girl. SO Lola!



Kenzie milled through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with several people, making her way to Lola. When she reached her, Lola smiled and hugged Kenzie. With a large smile she handed Kenzie a glass of white wine.



“Oh fancy!” Kenzie teased Lola. “Did you break out the French Chardonnay for moi?”



“Oui! You know it! Nothing but the best for my girl.”



Kenzie took a sip. “Yummy! You so know my weakness.”



“Come sit with me,” Lola urged her and led Kenzie to a large sofa near an even larger roaring fireplace. Lola swayed her barely covered ass, showing off the devil red g-string that matched her costume. They sat together in the corner of the L-shaped sectional.



“You little slut,” Kenzie teased her best friend. “You are going to have innocent young boys limping around from their rampant boners!”



Lola giggle. “I know, right! I am totally shameless.”



Kenzie truly loved her two best friends. Bear and Lola ran a very lucrative and popular nightclub downtown called The Drunken Dog. It featured barely clad go-go dancers, live bands several nights a week and was patronized by lots of very attractive and rich people. Being a singer, Kenzie had performed at The Drunken Dog on a regular basis and it had become like a second home to her; or a first home, maybe. Kenzie had grown up in foster care and had no family. Completely alone in the world, Kenzie has struggled on her own from the time she had run away from her last abusive foster home at the age of 15.



Kenzie had supported herself as a street musician from that time on. She had an incredibly beautiful and unique voice, smoky and gravelly. She was also a natural on the guitar, having taught herself. At the age of 32 she’d yet to pick up a recording contract, however she had a very lucrative career performing at nightclubs and bars around the city.



“So,” she told Lola, glancing around, “nice party. Are you sure you found enough gorgeous people to be here? Are there any left in the city?”



“Maybe,” Lola, with a little smile, “maybe not. You going to sing for us tonight?”



“Absolutely. Can you have Bear get my guitar out of my car?”



“Sure. Meanwhile, why don’t you mingle? We have lots of naughty versions of games going on in different areas: Spin the Bottle, 60 Seconds in Heaven, yada yada yada! Play! Find a man to fuck, be bad!”



“Haha,” Kenzie retorted with sarcasm. “You know I’ve just got men beating down my door. I’ll stick with my trusty vibrator. Much less risk of rejection.” Before Lola could argue, Kenzie stood, holding her glass up. “I’m getting a refill and then I’ll say hello to a few people.”



Kenzie made her way to the bar and procured herself another glass of wine. She leaned back against the bar, sipped her Chardonnay and people watched for a while. She smiled when she saw Bear palm Lola’s ass across the room. In typical Lola style, she bent slightly to give Bear greater access and he took advantage, running a finger along her barely covered slit. Far from feeling embarrassed, the witnessed scene only made Kenzie feel hot and aroused.



Kenzie sighed heavily. She’d love to find someone to share her life and bed with. Taking another sip of wine, she stilled, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck raise in awareness. Someone was staring at her. Surreptitiously, from beneath lowered lashes, Kenzie glanced around the room. Across the room near the fireplace, not far from where she’d been sitting with Lola, she found the culprit. Her eyes were snared by a very hot specimen of man. When she met his eyes, his full, beautiful lips quirked up in a half-smile. Kenzie jarred from the intensity of his gaze.



Wow, she thought lowering her eyes, he is amazingly sexy. Discreetly, she hoped, Kenzie checked out the mystery man across the room. He was tall, fully as tall as Bear, but without the bulk. She couldn’t tell the color of his eyes from the brief look she’d had, as well as from the distance, but his jet black hair shined in the firelight, so dark it was nearly blue. He wasn’t dressed in costume, though he wore a nice leather half-mask. He was dressed in dark, distressed jeans and a leather half trench coat over a form-fitting black t-shirt. He also wore beautifully made black motorcycle boots with silver buckles. Jesus freaking Christ, she thought, that man is sin on two legs. Glancing back up, Kenzie saw he was still staring at her.



Kenzie felt mesmerized. She felt tingles from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and her pussy started weeping. Kenzie shivered, as she forced her eyes away. Pushing away from the bar, she made her way through the crowd, greeting several people she recognized, despite their masks. Kenzie was quick with a smile and even quicker with a laugh; endearing her to most people she met.



She wandered out onto the large multi-level deck. It was chilly, but not bad, considering the time of year. She made her way to the fire pit and noticed that a very adult game of spin the bottle was going on. It appeared that whomever the bottle landed on, irregardless of the gender of the spinner or whom it landed on, a deep tongue kiss was awarded. Kenzie watched for several turns, becoming increasingly aroused by blatant display of eroticism, before she felt heat at her back. Without turning, she knew it was the mystery man from the great room.



“Are you aroused by the game?” he asked, his breath warm on her ear as he leaned close to whisper to her.



Kenzie jumped slightly, shivering from his words and from the effect of his breath on her ear.



“Yes,” she said without turning. “You?”



“No,” he said, “I’m aroused by you.”



Kenzie stiffened. She turned quickly to find him inches from her. She looked up into his eyes. Way up, considering he stood nearly a foot taller than her. She noticed his eyes were so light blue they were almost white. They were beautiful, but in an almost eerie way. Definitely intense.



“Is this some kind of joke?”



“Nope, no trick here,” he said with a crooked smile, amused at his own Halloween pun. “I think you are incredibly hot. I just have one question for you.”



Kenzie simply raised her eyebrow in response.



He leaned in until her was whispering in her ear again. “Are you wearing panties?”



Kenzie leaned back with a bark of laughter. “You certainly aren’t shy are you?”



“I never have been accused of that.”



“What’s your name? If I turn you on so much I should at least know your name, don’t you think?”



“Fair enough. Silas.”



“I’m Kenzie.”



“I know. I’ve seen you at Bear and Lola’s.”



“Hmmm. Why haven’t I seen you?”



“I’m shy?”



“Oh I highly doubt that,” Kenzie laughed.



Before Silas could make a rejoinder, Kenzie’s name was called from the group playing around the fire pit.



“Come play! Be naughty…it’s Halloween!” This was from a waitress named Erin from The Drunken Dog that Kenzie had a friendly relationship with.



Kenzie hesitated.



“I will if you will,” Silas said from beside her. “Dare you.”



Never one to turn down a dare, a fault that had gotten her into plenty of trouble, Kenzie walked over to the group, throwing a challenging look over her shoulder at Silas. Kenzie chose a spot in the circle and Silas sat next to her, close enough that their thighs pressed against each other, causing a warm glow of arousal in Kenzie’s pussy.



“Ok, Kenzie, you next!” Erin said excitedly.



Kenzie groaned inwardly, but put on a game smile and spun. The bottle spun drunkenly for several rotations before, as if pulled by a magnet, landed on Silas. Kenzie gave a silent victory shout! How fortuitous! Without any wasted time, Silas buried his hand in the hair at the base of Kenzie’s neck and pulled her head back. Kenzie gasped at the suddenness of the action and the shot of fluid it caused to drench her panties. Silas took advantage of Kenzie’s open mouth and crushed her mouth, thrusting his tongue in with aggression. Kenzie moaned and thrust her tongue back at his. They dueled for long moments, tongues tangling, lips sucking, until Kenzie heard loud catcalls and whoops.



She raised her head feeling drunk with the power of the kiss. She had totally lost herself in it.



“Whoa!” Kenzie said on a little laugh. “That’s enough of Spin the Bottle for me or I might end up in a puddle on the floor! I’m getting a drink.” Kenzie stood on unsteady legs and made her way back to the great room and the bar, to the accompaniment of several playful boos. She could feel Silas on her heels.



Procuring a drink, she turned to Silas and said, “Yes.”



“Yes?” he replied.



“Yes, I’m wearing panties, but they’re little.”



“Shit,” Silas whispered, almost to himself. He stepped forward, completely invading her space and pressed his body against hers. He reached around and palmed her ass cheek. “That is so fucking hot, because now all I can think of is taking them off of you.”



“You are pretty presumptuous aren’t you,” Kenzie asked, meaning to sound firm but only managing to sound breathless.



Silas adjusted his hand to slide his finger up the crack of her ass, following the line of her little white silk g-string. With his other hand he palmed the back of her head and tilted her head to the side. Leaning down her ran the flat of his tongue from her collar bone to her ear.



“I go after what I want. And I haven’t wanted anything or anyone this bad in eons,” he breathed into her ear. Using his grip on her ass, he pulled her tight against him, pressing his hard cock against her stomach.



“I can tell,” she replied and turning her head, claimed his mouth in an unusual act of sexual aggression. When he threw himself wholeheartedly into the kiss, she groaned into his mouth. Her nipples were hard points, pressing into his chest through her thin gown. Her panties were sopping wet with her own arousal by now and her clit pulsed hard, from a simple kiss. She wiggled trying to get closer. Silas released her hair and palmed Kenzie’s breast before using his palm to rub her hard nipple in slow circles. When her nipple got even harder, it was Silas’s turn to moan. This continued for several moments before Kenzie registered a clearing of the throat.



Silas lifted his head and growled, “What the fuck is so important that you need to interrupt me, Bear?”



“Well, as much as I, and most of the room, are enjoying this hot as fuck display, it’s time for Kenzie to play for us.”



Kenzie’s cheeks burned at how she had forgotten where they were. But she put on a brave face and a saucy smile.



“Glad I could be of service, Bear. Should I take a bow?”



“Let’s save that for after your set?”



“Sure, but Silas will have to let go of my ass first.”



Silas slowly loosened his grip on her ass and stepped by, but not happily. He turned to Bear, displeasure clear on his face. Bear took a step back and lowered his head, in apparent submission.



“I apologize, Silas.”



Interesting, Kenzie thought, as she made her way to spot near the fireplace where her guitar, a mic and small amp were set up.



When she sat on the provided stool, she gave a cursory hello before beginning the intro to her first song. As she sang, most people came in from other areas of the house, crowding into the great room to hear her perform. She sang nearly a dozen songs, before launching into her current favorite, a song by India.Arie.



She had felt Silas’s eyes burning into her, never leaving for the entire set. As she began the lyrics of the song she looked into his eyes.



“Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don’t



Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won’t



Depend on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes



It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul



I’m not the average girl from your video



and I ain’t built like a supermodel



But, I learned to love myself unconditionally



Because I am a queen…”



Kenzie finished the song to thunderous applause and thanked everyone for their appreciation.



Lola approached and, taking Kenzie by the arm, led her back to the bar. Kenzie noticed Silas had disappeared.



“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Kenzie asked.



“Maybe,” Lola answered, and with a little laugh handed her another glass of wine. “Just thought you might be parched after all that singing.”



“I am, thanks,” she responded taking a large swallow.



“So, what do you think of Silas? Like him?”



“What’s not to like? He’s super-hot and kisses like he’s set out to make it an art form. He’s definitely wet my panties! How long have you known him?”



“Oh, forever,” Lola answered with a little wave of her hand.



Kenzie recounted the exchange between Silas and Bear. “So, what’s up with that?”



“Well Silas is like family, I guess. He’s like an older brother to Bear; a mentor, really. He gave us the initial investment to start The Drunken Dog. Our success wouldn’t have been possible without Silas.”



“Ah. Ok. Still it’s odd to see Bear so deferential to someone.”



“He loves Silas, we both do, and would never want to offend him,” Lola replied.



“Well if you love Silas, so do I,” Kenzie assured her friend, giving her a one-armed hug, still holding her glass of wine.



“I think you showed everyone how much you ‘loved’ Silas earlier!”



“Oh shut the fuck up!” Kenzie retorted on a laugh. “So many people are going at each other at this party it might as well be an orgy!”



“Yeah, but there was something special about watching you and Silas. Half the people here couldn’t take their eyes off you.”



“Jesus, now I’m more than a little mortified,” Kenzie blushed.



“Don’t be, you are a beautiful sensuous creature! If you weren’t my best friend, I’d want to fuck you!”



Kenzie laughed. “You have enough fucking going on without involving me, you little perv! I am in need of the little girls’ room.” Excusing herself, Kenzie wondered upstairs and into Bear and Lola’s master suite. She used the bathroom, washed her hands and freshened her hair and make-up, taking advantage of Lola’s gigantic assortment of cosmetics.



When she left the bathroom, Silas was waiting for her, leaning against the bedroom door, barring her way out.



Kenzie came to an abrupt halt. “What are you doing?”



“Oh, I thought we could play 60 Minutes in Heaven,” he replied with a wicked grin.



“It’s 60 Seconds in Heaven.”



“Oh, I’ll need way more than a minute with you. But baby, I am going to take you to heaven,” Silas promised, stepping away from the door and shrugging out of his leather trench.



Kenzie felt a rush of moisture flood her cunt, wetting her already damp panties. But not wanting to seem too easy, she asked, “Don’t I have a say in this?”



“Yes,” he replied, stalking her as she backed away from him. “You can say yes, more please, harder; any and all of those.”



Silas peeled his tee off over his head and Kenzie felt her jaw drop. Holy fuck, she thought, he is amazing. Silas had the type of body that a man only got from hard work. A natural, lean musculature, not something bought at a gym. Both of his nipples were pierced, with bars in both. So now she knew Silas possessed two things that turned her on beyond measure; a dominant personality and piercings. She glanced up from his chest to find his eyes on her. The look of lust on his face was so intense, she swallowed audibly. She stood frozen as Silas continued to approach her.



When he reached her, Kenzie expected him to grab her, but instead he slowly circled her. Reaching out he ran his hand lightly along her arm, around the shell of her ear, across her ass. He lightly touched her, circling her, making her feel like she was prey and he was toying with her. Through it all, Kenzie stood still, her breath hitching at every touch, her cunt spasming. She felt near orgasm and Silas had barely touched her! Eventually he made his way back to stand in front of her.



For several moments, Silas merely stared into Kenzie’s eyes. His eyes burned so hot despite their cold color. She felt herself enthralled, lost in the depth of desire she found there. She seemed aware of every inch of her body, as if her skin were suddenly too tight. Her nipples hardened to impossibly tight points, her breathing was fast, heartbeat erratic and her pussy was a constant fount of dripping arousal.



“Take off your gown, McKenzie,” Silas finally spoke, his voice deep and gravelly with want. Kenzie complied, slowly lowering her gown. Kenzie was surprised by her easy compliance, but even more surprised that this amazingly hot man wanted her. And she could in no way doubt his desire for her, she thought, glancing at the giant bulge in his jeans. Soon Kenzie stood before Silas in nothing more than her white silk g-string and 5 inch white satin stilettos. She resisted the urge to squirm and cover herself, severely self-conscious of all the extra weight she was displaying for this impossibly hot man.



“Love, no need to feel insecure. I could come in my jeans just looking at you.” And as unimaginable as it seemed, Kenzie believed him. She shivered hard as he reached out to run the back of his hand along her collarbone. Turning his had he smoothed his fingertips down her chest, between her large, though firm breasts, to settle at the top of her panties. Using a single fingertip, Silas traced the top of her panties, back and forth, until Kenzie was ready to beg him to touch her between her legs.

As though reading her mind, Silas slid his finger down her slit, staying on top of her panties. Kenzie groaned in pure delight at the feel of his finger on her cunt. She desperately wanted more. Please! she thought almost desperately.



“Patience, baby,” he told her.



Kenzie started. Was he reading her mind?



“Yes, and you’re thinking very loudly.”



Before Kenzie could even process that statement, Silas lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, and carried her to the large bed. Kenzie marveled that he could lift her so easily, considering she was no slight burden. He laid her on the bed, grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, and proceeded to devour her mouth. The thrust of his tongue in her mouth imitated what she longed for his cock to be doing in her sopping wet cunt. Returning Silas’s kiss wholeheartedly, Kenzie couldn’t keep from squeezing her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her aching clit.



When Silas pulled away and stood up, Kenzie groaned in objection and tried to reach for him. It was then she realized that while she’d been lost in his kiss, Silas had been securing her hands to the headboard. Kenzie twisted her head around to look at her hands. Of course Bear and Lola would have shackles built into their headboard! She turned her head back to Silas. He was standing beside the bed, his gaze wondering her body, landing longer on some places than others.



“Do you know how fucking amazing you look in just that tiny thong and your hooker heels?”



“Why don’t you show me?”



“You have no idea how badly I want to,” he informed her with a shake of his head, “but first we need to talk.”



“Okaaaay,” Kenzie said, drawing the word out in confusion. Then with a start of remembrance, she asked him, “What the hell did you mean that you could read my mind.”



“Exactly that,” he answered, sitting down next to her on the bed. “If I couldn’t, how would I have known you were even thinking that?”



“Oh.” Kenzie thought for a second. “You could have guessed.”



“Ok,” Silas replied, “think of something.” After a pause, he laughed. “Not about sex. Something not so easily guessed.” Another pause. “Tacos? Seriously?” He laughed again.



“Holy shit! And give me a break, I’m hungry. Are you psychic?”



“Among other things.”



“What other things? I’m getting a little nervous here and feeling a whole lot of vulnerable.”



“I know you’ll have a hard time believing this. And I haven’t told anyone in a long time, but I think you’re special; and I want you. Not just tonight, but for long term. I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you at The Drunken Dog. I know all about you; your childhood in the foster system because of your mom’s overdose when you were four. How you ran away from foster care at 15 because of a very handsy foster parent. I know how you’ve struggled to be where you are today; a successful, beautiful, sexy artist with amazing talent.”



“Ok,” Kenzie said, beginning to struggle against her bonds, “I’m starting to be a little creeped out. Let me the fuck up!”



Silas placed his palm low on her belly and Kenzie stilled. “Calm down,” he urged her. “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I just needed to know everything about you. I needed to know if I could trust you. Bear and Lola vouched for you, but I have to be careful because of who I am.” He began rubbing his palm in ever-widening circles on her stomach as he was talking, making it very hard for Kenzie to concentrate, despite the seriousness of the conversation.



“And just who are you?”



“I’m a vampire,” announced to her. “Not just any vampire, though, but the king of this region.”



“Oh, so fucking funny!” Kenzie said. “What kind of game are you playing? I’ve got to tell you, it’s not very amusing to me right now.”



“It’s no game,” Silas told her and leaned forward with the intention of kissing her again. Kenzie turned her head aside trying to avoid the kiss. Silas grasped her by the chin, forcing her face back to his. “Don’t fight me Kenzie. I’m a predator. It’ll only make me more determined and I don’t want to hurt you.”



Kenzie swallowed, feeling a kernel of fear begin in the pit of her stomach. But that fear was waging a war with the desire already residing there. And desire was winning, especially when she could see the lust shining is Silas’s pale blue eyes. So when he leaned down to kiss her again she let him. Silas began the kiss gently this time, brushing his lips softly against hers, back and forth, until Kenzie was on the verge of begging him to deepen the kiss. He might be crazy, but he sure could kiss! Hearing her thoughts, Silas chuckled.



“You are a sensual creature, McKenzie,” he whispered against her lips. “All in due time.”



With those words, Silas began a journey down Kenzie’s body with lips and tongue. He started by giving Kenzie’s throat little flicking licks, interspersed with nipping bites. He worked his way sideways to where her neck and shoulder met. When he reached that ultra-sensitive spot he bit down with a good amount of force. Kenzie let out a little yelp of surprise followed by a low moan of delight. The feeling was amazing. She loved a little edge of pain to her pleasure; had always enjoyed when her lovers bit.



Silas laved away the little pain of his bite with the flat of his tongue. Kenzie was moaning and writhing on the bed, her body begging for more.



“Fuck, baby, you are so sensitive. I wonder if I could make you come without even touching your sweet little cunt.”



“I’m willing to let you try,” Kenzie countered, breathlessly.



Reaching down, Silas cupped her generous breasts, kneading them. Kenzie’s pussy clenched with desire and she groaned, squeezing her thighs. Silas ran his thumbs over both of her nipples, at once. Simultaneously, he continued rubbing her nipples over and over until Kenzie was panting and moaning. Unashamedly, she began begging for more.



“What do you want, baby? Do you want me to lick you pretty, berry colored nipples? Suck them? Bite them?”



“Please, Silas! Yes! Yes, to all of it. Please, please touch me more. Suck my nipples, bite them. I need more!”



“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he asked as he continued to simply rub his thumbs across her nipple. After several more minutes of this, Kenzie was nearly sobbing from a combination of pleasure and need. “Okay baby,” Silas crooned to her, “I’ll give you more.”



Leaning over, Silas opened his mouth onto her nipple and sucked the whole thing into his mouth. When he began suckling and flicking it with his tongue within his hot mouth, Kenzie’s hips came up off the bed and she gave a little scream.



“Oh god. Yes. Fuck, fuck. More, Silas. Harder.” Kenzie was babbling, begging in near incoherence. Silas gave her what she wanted. Moving to her other breast, he took that nipple into his mouth and bit down, the force just shy of pain. Kenzie moaned, pulling against her bindings, wanting desperately to sink her hands into his hair and pull him closer. Instead all she could do was writhe as her cunt continued to weep. Silas continued to move back and forth between breasts, sucking, licking and biting.



“Silas, I’m going to come,” Kenzie panted. “Please, I need to come. Keep licking my nipples. Oh god, yes, just like that. Oh that feels so good when you use your teeth like that.” Silas reached up to her untended breast and began to pinch and roll that nipple while he sucked hard on the nipple in his mouth. With a guttural groan and a hard squeeze of her thighs, Kenzie came. Silas continued to play with her luscious nipples until Kenzie was begging for him to stop.



“Silas, please! It’s too much.” With a final gentle kiss to the tip of each nipple, Silas raised up to give Kenzie a deep kiss, pushing his tongue between her lips to lick the entire inside of her mouth.



“I swear I can taste your orgasm in just your kiss. I can certainly smell it. Fuck baby, you are amazing. I knew you would be responsive.”



“I’ve never come from just nipple play. That was incredible.”



“Mmmm.” Silas stood and looking down at Kenzie told her, “Spread your legs for me, baby. God you’re wet,” he praised her when she complied. Reaching down, with incredible ease, he tore her thong off of her. Kenzie gasped, feeling a huge flood of moisture flow from her cunt, flowing down into her ass crack.



“Well, shit, that is fucking hot,” Silas praised as he reached down to finger the small hoop in Kenzie’s clitoral hood piercing. “You are full of surprises.”



Silas continued to run his finger up and down her slit, spreading her wetness around. Every time he reached the top, he would flick her clit, making Kenzie groan. “So pretty,” he whispered, seemingly to himself. He slid his finger down, and in one easy move, aided by Kenzie’s extreme wetness, he buried it in her cunt, all the way to his knuckle. Kenzie’s hips came up off the bed to meet his thrust. She moaned deep in her throat.



“More, Silas. Please more.”



“Kenzie, I’m a vampire. Do you believe me baby?” As he asked the question, he continued to thrust his finger in and out of her soaking wet pussy, adding a second finger. Kenzie pushing her hips against his every thrust.



Groaning in disappointment, Kenzie said, “Can you please stop talking crazy and just fuck me?”



“I want to baby,” Silas said as he leaned down to tongue her nipple. Standing up he continued, “I have to know you know what you are getting into. I have to feed on you to fuck you.”



“Ok,” Kenzie said. “You’re a vampire. Just fuck me.” Kenzie was writing on the bed, desperate to have his cock deep inside her aching cunt. She needed to have the emptiness filled. Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers hard.



“Look at me Kenzie,” Silas demanded. When she complied, Silas opened his mouth and a pair of long, sharp incisors shot down out of his top jaw. Kenzie squealed and struggled against her bonds. “Believe me now, beautiful?”



“What the fuck? That is just a trick, a Halloween prop!” Kenzie said, desperately trying to deny.



Silas gave an aggrieved sigh. “How much more convincing do you need? I can read your mind and I have fangs!”



“You’re really a vampire? Are you going to kill me?”



“No, Kenzie,” Silas said with a small smile. “I already told you I wanted to keep you. I just need you to know what I really am. I want to bond you to me and to do that I need to feed from you. Let me. I won’t hurt you, I never would.”



Looking deep in his white blue eyes, Kenzie could see the truth of his words. And she wanted him. More than any other man she’d ever known.



“Ok. You’re a vampire. You want me. I can accept that. Now will you just fuck me before I gnaw through these bindings and fuck myself?”



“Gladly.” With that single word, Silas’s pants seemed to disintegrate. In the blink of an eye, vampire speed, Kenzie though hazily, he had his shoulders wedged between her legs, spreading her wide. He placed his hands under her ass and tilted her cunt up toward his waiting mouth and, with his teeth, gently tugged on Kenzie’s clit ring. Kenzie moaned, panting with need.



“Oh yes,” she whimpered. “Harder! Yes, just like that. Ahhh, yes, suck it. That feels so fucking good.” Kenzie continued to encourage Silas as he licked and sucked her hard little clit into his mouth. He used his tongue to flick her clit back and forth, alternating with forceful suckling. Kenzie was nearly incoherent with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her. “Silas! I’m going to come!”



Silas pulled away for a moment. “Come for me baby, come all over my face.” His dirty words were all Kenzie needed. As Silas leaned down and sucked her clit back into his mouth, biting down, she came with a shout.



“Fuck, fuck!” Kenzie was near tears, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. Silas just kept sucking, keeping her riding high on her orgasm until she was begging him to stop. “Stop, please! Enough, I can’t take any more,” Kenzie begged, thrashing her head back on forth on the pillow.



Silas relented, rising up on his hands and knees over her. Damn, he thought, she looks beautiful with all that dark red hair spread out around her, her lips dark with desire, her pupils dilated. He crawled up her body until they were face to face.



“You pussy tastes so good, baby. Taste.” With that, he leaned down and kissed Kenzie deep, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. Kenzie groaned in pleasure, suckling his tongue and delighting in her taste on his lips. Silas leaned down slightly, rubbing his chest hair lightly over her nipples, making Kenzie whimper into his mouth. He pulled his mouth off hers.



“Little girl, I’m going to fuck that hot little mouth of yours.” Kenzie moaned and squeezed her thighs together as a spasm of longing rocketed through her pussy at just the thought of Silas shoving his cock down her throat.



“You’re in luck,” Kenzie informed Silas, “I happen to give very good head.” She looked him in the eye, licking her lips and tasting herself again in the process. “Mmm,” she teased him, “I do taste good.”



It was Silas’s turn to moan. He was infatuated with this sensual, sexy creature underneath him. He climbed up the rest of her body until her was straddling her shoulders. Balancing with one hand on the wall above her, he grabbed his cock in his other hand and pumped it, running his fist up and down the long length. Kenzie watched intently, a gush of fluid pouring from her pussy. There was nothing sexier to her than a man handling his own cock.



Silas brought his cock to her mouth and rubbed the head against her lips. A drop of fluid leaked out of the tip, coating her lips. She licked it off, licking the head of his cock in the process.



“Yum,” she told him.



“Little girl, you are going to kill me,” Silas moaned, “and it’s damn hard to kill a vampire! Open your mouth baby and let me in.”



Kenzie immediately complied, eager to taste him. Silas pushed just the tip into her mouth and she reached out her tongue to swirl around the head. Closing her lips, she suckled on the head, using her tongue to probe the slit in the tip, coaxing more fluid from him. With a guttural groan, Silas threw his head back and pushed his cock the rest of the way in, bumping the back of her throat. Kenzie took a moment take a breath through her nose, making a conscious effort to open her throat and take him all the way in.



“Fuck, baby, you are good,” Silas groaned and he pulled back only to thrust even further down her throat. Every time Silas pulled back, Kenzie took the opportunity to suck hard on his cock, swirling her tongue around its length. Silas set up a steady pace of thrusting into Kenzie’s hot, and oh so willing, mouth. With every plunge, Kenzie was able to take him deeper down her throat, breathing through her nose every time he pulled out, smelling his pleasantly arousing musky scent. Finally Silas pulled out all the way. Kenzie whimpered in disappointment.



“I’d like nothing better than to shoot my load down your throat, but the first time I have to be buried balls deep in your pretty pink cunt.”



Silas moved back down her body. Positioning his cock at the entrance of her still pulsing cunt, he leaned down and brushed his lips across hers.



“Mmm,” Kenzie whispered against his lips, “now we can taste each other.” She wiggled her hips, lifting them, trying to force his cock into her, utterly ready for Silas to finally fill her aching cunt.



Looking her in the eye, he asked her, “Are you sure? If you say yes, there’s no turning back. I won’t let you go. Make sure you mean it. After this you’re mine. I’ll fuck you so hard and so good you’ll never want anyone else.”



“Yes. I want to belong to you.”



Without further delay, Silas thrust his cock into Kenzie’s soaking hot cunt all the way to the hilt. Kenzie let out a keening wail as he bottomed out in her, bumping hard against her cervix, causing a pleasure so great it neared pain. Reaching down with one hand, Silas hooked Kenzie’s knee on his arm, spreading her wide and sinking himself deeper in her pussy. Kenzie was stretched so wide from the size of his cock, she was burning. But she wasn’t about to complain. She’d always enjoyed a little pain with her sex.



“You okay, baby?” Silas asked.



“Oh, yeah,” Kenzie answered, breathily. “What are you waiting for?”



Silas pulled back to until only the head of his cock remained in her pussy, then thrust back in – hard. He repeated this slow, powerful pistoning over and over again. With ever y thrust, Kenzie grunted in a combination of pain and incredible pleasure. Silas leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, causing her to tilt her head back, arching her back, straining to get her nipple further into his mouth.



Releasing her nipple with a pop, Silas told her, “We are going to get these pretty little nipples of yours pierced.”



“Yes, anything you want.”



“Good girl, Kenzie,” Silas praised, pleased with her unqualified submission. He thrust hard into her, bottoming out in her cunt again.



“Please, Silas, faster!” Instead of speeding up, Silas pulled out. Kenzie cried out in protest, nearing the point of tears from the need to have him fuck her hard and fast, deep. “No. Silas, that’s not fair!”



“Hush, baby.” Silas soothed. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.” Silas leaned up, grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. There was enough play in the bindings that her arms were able to criss-cross comfortably. “Ass in the air and keep your head down.” Silas commanded. Kenzie scrambled to obey, not wanting to delay, even for a moment, getting Silas’s cock back in her.



Without warning, Silas spread her ass cheeks, a hand on each, and leaned down to run his tongue from her cunt all the way up the crack of her ass. Kenzie thrust her ass back at him, silently begging for more. “Greedy little bitch aren’t you?”



“Hmm,” was all Kenzie could manage and, chuckling, Silas went back to licking her. He continued to tongue her luscious ass; long sensuous licks, short flicks and finally deep stabs directly into her tight little hole. “Oh yes. That’s it. Lick my ass. I love it. I want you to fuck my ass so bad.”



“Another time. Right now I just want to get back into you pretty little cunt and fuck you until you scream.” Moving up between her legs, Silas palmed her ass cheeks, spreading and lifting them, and plunged back into her dripping wet pussy. Kenzie was so wet that Silas could feel her fluids against his thighs where they had dripped down her own. He began thrusting into her hard and fast. Kenzie began to scream into the pillow under her. Silas could feel his cock bumping against the bundle of nerves that comprised her g-spot with every thrust. Releasing Kenzie’s ass, Silas leaned over her and reaching under her, grasped her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling them.



Kenzie turned her head on the pillow. “I’m going to come again,” she wailed, releasing a sexy little grunting moan with every thrust.



“Not yet,” Silas told her, and pulled nearly all the way out. He kept himself still there and, leaning down, began licking and kissing her neck and shoulders.



“Silas! Fuck me!”



“Mmm, are you telling me what to do little girl? I’m in control here, not you.”



“Yes. NO! I don’t know. I just need you!”



Releasing a breast, Silas wrapped his hand in the hair at the back of Kenzie’s hair, twisting, causing enough pain to feel good. Kenzie gasped and Silas felt a flood of her juices flow out of her cunt onto his cock and down his balls. With his other hand he reached forward and released the bindings imprisoning her to the bed. Using his grip on her hair, he lifted her up until she was sitting in his lap. Grasping her by the hip and the hair, Silas pulled her down, impaling her on his huge, swollen cock. Kenzie moaned out and let her head fall back on Silas’s shoulder, surrendering completely.

David waited anxiously at the arrivals lounge.



He’d waited a long time for this day and he was getting nervous, when Heather walked through the crowds of people. He recognised her straight away; she looked exactly like she did on her web cam, mid thirties, around five foot five inches, curly shoulder length brown hair and deep brown eyes.



She was a larger lady, which is one of the things that David liked. He had never fucked a BBW, and the thought of it really turned him on.



Heather had recognised him straight away as well, and they both smiled and hugged each other tightly.



They looked at each other, still in their embrace, and David leant forward and kissed Heather softly on the lips. She responded by sliding her tongue down his throat and David let his hands slide down Heather’s body so they rested on her large arse as he pulled her toward him, letting her feel the bulge growing in his trousers.



She felt it and whispered to him, “The hotel is a twenty minute tax drive away, can you wait?”



“No.” David said bluntly, before nibbling on Heather’s ear.



“Let’s find a place where we can fuck. I need you now.” Heather moaned softly.



They both snuck into the men’s restroom and went into the last stall in the line. Once inside, they took each other’s shirts off, and then Heather’s bra. David played with her large tits as they kissed, enjoying the feel of each other’s tongues. David reached down and lifted Heather’s skirt around her waist, she wasn’t wearing any panties, he slid a finger into her slit and was amazed at how wet she was.



“Fuck me David. I can’t wait any longer.” She said with a moan.



David pulled his trousers down and grabbed his cock. He rubbed the head of it along Heather’s wet slit before ramming it violently inside her from behind, making her scream out in pleasure. David fucked her hard and fast, not caring whether she enjoyed it or not.



He needn’t have worried. Heather loved his cock in her cunt and was already well on her way to an orgasm. She held the toilet lid tightly as she bucked her hips against David’s, moaning deeply as his large tool stretched her cunt wide.



It wasn’t long before David increased his thrusting to a dizzying speed. He grabbed Heather’s large arse cheeks and shot a big load deep inside her. He slid his cock out of the dripping slit and pulled her dress down for her as he kissed her neck.



“That was just what I needed.” David said satisfied.



“Oh. So can I go home now?” Heather said, jokingly.



“Don’t even think about it. Let’s get a taxi.”



They both straightened themselves out and found a taxi rank. David gave the driver the address and got in the back with Heather. They had barely driven to the end off the road before they were all over each other again. Mouths open wide as they played with each others tongues.



David had slipped a hand down Heather’s top and was cupping her breast. He pulled it out. He lent down to take it into his mouth and Heather sighed, prompting the driver to adjust his mirror so he could have a proper look at what was going on.



David had now pulled up Heather’s skirt and was finger fucking her while he continued to suck on her nipple. She was in bliss, and opened her eyes to see the driver, driving very slowly as he was getting a good show, and stroking his erect cock!



It turned Heather on even more to know she was turning this stranger on, and she tugged on her top and pulled out her other breast so the driver could get a good look. David’s fingers were working her clit and cunt and brought her to orgasm, and she was sad when they pulled up at the hotel.



She fixed herself up and winked at the driver as she entered the hotel lobby. The two lovers checked in and hurriedly found their room.



They had barely got in the room and put their bags down before they had their hands all over each other again. This time they could take all their clothes off and they fell on the bed together, David lying underneath Heather, just loving the feeling of her larger body trapping him under her.



As she leant down to smother him with her large breasts, he knew there was nowhere he’d rather be right now.



He covered the tits in his face with sloppy kisses as his stiff cock flopped against Heather’s arse. Without warning she quickly lifted her hips and slipped straight down David’s cock, making the young man yell. This soon turned to the moans of pleasure as Heather soon built a steady rhythm and fucked her younger stud for all he was worth.



She sat up and rode him and her breasts bounced on her chest as she rode him through several orgasms. She felt a big one coming. She held her hands on David’s arm, pinning him to the bed and began to really fuck him, bouncing and grinding her hips against his, making deep moaning noises.



David watched her intently as her big orgasm ran through her body and she shook violently above him.



She then flopped on top of him and mumbled something about how good it was, before nuzzling her face in David’s neck. But he wasn’t done yet. He rolled Heather over and lifted her legs over his shoulder before slamming his cock deep inside Heather’s dripping cunt. The extra penetration made both lovers moan in unison and they both looked each other in the eyes as David continued fucking Heather as hard as he could.



He remembered the first time he had seen Heather; she had just brought herself a web cam and was nervous about turning it on for the first time.



Waiting, David was erect with anticipation and turned his web cam on to show Heather how much he wanted her. The sight of his big young cock made her pussy wet and she turned it on. David was so turned on by Heather and her voluptuous body that he started masturbating furiously. This only made Heather more horny and she stripped for David, before slipping her hand to her crotch so she could finger fuck herself to an orgasm. The sight of her naked body cumming made David jerk his cock even faster and he shot a big load of cum across the room while Heather watched in amazement.



David was approaching the point of no return now and Heather was watching him as his body tightened and he came inside her with a satisfied, loud, grunt. He lay on top of her, his penis still deep inside, and rested his head on her chest.



They lay together for a while as David’s cock fell limp.



“I need to take a shower,” Heather said. “I won’t be long.”



She got up and walked to the bathroom. David enjoyed watching her walk away and when she had gone, he closed his eyes and thought about the incredible sex he had had in the last few hours. He was shocked to feel his cock get hard again already, but he wanted to fuck. He walked carefully to the bathroom and opened the door. Heather heard him come in and pulled back the shower curtain.



“Come in, the water’s nice and warm,” she said with a smile.



David didn’t hesitate and jumped straight in. He played with Heather’s big breasts and kissed her, letting his hands slide between her legs so he could play with her clit. He rubbed it and in no time Heather was clinging onto him tightly begging him not to stop as he brought her to orgasm.



Once she had cum, he took the shower head off the hook and placed it between her legs. Her clit was already sensitive and the sensation of the water on her pussy was too much as she came again. Hard.



She nearly fell over as her legs began to shake.



David knew he could do what he wanted now and told Heather to turn around, which she did. She thought he was going to fuck her dripping cunt from behind as he spread her large arse cheeks with his hands and was shocked when she felt his stiff member poke her tight arsehole before sliding slowly in.



Heather closed her eyes and bit her lip as David pushed his cock all the way in, moaning as he got as far in as he could. He stood still for a short time to allow Heather’s tight arse to adjust to his cock. Once he was sure she could take him without too much pain, he slid out and then slammed his cock straight back in, making the older lady shudder and cry out in pain.



“Do you want me to stop?” David asked, as the water from the shower trickled down their bodies.



“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” Heather replied with some urgency.



She was obviously enjoying having her arse fucked more than David had thought. He began fucking it again, slowly at first, and then building up speed. He used one hand to reach down to Heather’s crotch and fingered her clit, making her tremble as he pulled her closer to him. With the fingers in her pussy, the water running down her breasts and the big cock in her arse, she began to shake as she had another orgasm. It felt so strong and powerful as it ran through her body and David had to practically hold her up as she quivered in his arms.



“Th…thank you, thank you so much. I…I came so hard…never had an orgasm like that.”



David was about to laugh and tell Heather she was welcome when he felt an orgasm of his own approaching. He grabbed both arse cheeks in front of him and rammed Heather from behind.



He was finding it difficult to cum as he’d shot so much already today but he didn’t stop pounding at Heather’s arse. Heather was in post-orgasmic bliss and was feeling delirious as the he tried to cum. He was now fucking Heather so hard she was pushed up against the wall of the shower. He felt his balls tighten and groaned as he shot his seed deep inside her arse.



His head felt dizzy and barely remembered lying in bed, but as he drifted off he knew that this would be an amazing few days…

“Craig?” called Maggie as the younger man walked past her office. He frowned and let out a sigh before putting on a brave face and stepping back into her doorway.



“Did you need me?” he asked demurely. So keen to please the CIO despite the shared view that she was an almighty cunt.



Now that he was at her doorway she looked back at her desk, not even maintaining eye contact as she spoke. She was offhand, as usual, as if her whims and wishes were clearly the most important thing in Craig’s day. She rattled off some request: she hadn’t seen the signed-off copy of the capability transfer report Craig had been working on. It was overdue.



He stared at her with undisguised disdain as she spoke, his anger at the pointless request boiling inside him. She was overweight, with a pudgy face and outdated hair. Her skin was smooth and her cheeks had the rosy tint of someone who overindulged. But behind that harmless looking exterior was one mean bitch. Craig had finished the report weeks ago and gotten the nod from all the relevant team leads but he hadn’t gotten around to completing the final step mandated by the auditors: all financial documents must include a cover sheet with all the required signatures. It was a pointless step in the process, pure bureaucracy, but Maggie insisted her hands were tied in this by the auditors and Craig needed to get those signatures before she could mark the deliverable as complete.



She glanced up at him as she finished speaking and his expression flashed back to keen obsequiousness.



“Absolutely, Maggie,” he said, giving her a nod, “I’m sorry about that being late. I’ll get those signatures to you immediately.”



He hesitated, waiting to see if there was more but Maggie simply went back to what she was doing and after a moment he turned to walk away. Fucking bitch, he thought, sucking a deep breath to master his anger. This is ridiculous. Craig stormed back to his desk and pulled out the sheaf of blank sign-off sheets that he had in a file there, filling out the top of one with the report’s details and the date before heading off to find the various team leads’ offices. Five minutes later he was standing at the elevator band, leaving his desk and the actual work he had to do behind to chase pointless signatures from a series of disinterested executives.



- – -



When six-thirty rolled around Craig was leaning back in his chair, stretching after a particularly back breaking stint over a beast of a project plan. He had managed to get five of seven signatures but two of the executives he sought had been MIA. He glanced at his watch, shaking his head. No point going looking for them now, they were not the hardest working execs and by now they would be long gone. Fuck, thought Craig, he had a status meeting with Maggie in the morning and he knew it would come up.



He stood up. This is fucking ridiculous, he thought, and stomped over to the filing cabinet outside Maggie’s office where she kept the signed off documents. There was no way he was going to get into shit because of something as arbitrary as a project sign-off sheet. He would find the signatures of the people he needed on other sheets and photocopy them onto his.



Locked. Shit.



He knew where the key was: in Maggie’s desk drawer, but sure enough her office was locked too, as it always was. But in a perfect example of office moronity the key to her office was in her assistant’s desk. So a minute later Craig was opening Maggie’s door and retrieving the key, all the while rehearsing excuses in case he was caught. After a brief rifle through her desk and a slightly longer one through the cabinet he was back at his own desk, a whole bunch of sign-off sheets in hand ready to copy and paste, literally.



It was not until he had finished copying a couple of previous sheets and cutting out signatures that he noticed it. Dave Wright’s signature was where it was supposed to be. And it was clearly Dave Wright’s signature, but the date was all wrong. Dave Wright was Craig’s old boss, and he spent July, every year, in Nantucket. But here was his signature on July 15th. Craig glanced at the title of the document Dave had apparently flown back from Nantucket to sign: Project Costing and Risk Report.



Wait a minute. Craig looked again. Comparing Dave’s signatures on several documents. They were all his. No fakes here. But wait. They were all the same. Exactly the same. In all the costing reports they were completely identical, down to a tiny mark above the W that was not a part of the signature, but a pen mis-stroke, yet it had still found its way onto all of the reviewed documents.



Maggie was faking signatures on her risk reports. He was going to talk to Dave in the morning and get this bitch fired. CIO or not, faking your costing reports was a fireable offense. Heck, as an officer of the company it may be worse than if a lowly SVP had done it. Either way Maggie’s time was up.



Craig smiled and went back to the filing cabinet.



- – -



Craig’s night was restless. It was all very well to talk about getting executives fired but the truth was Maggie was a very dangerous woman. It came down to whether Craig really had the balls to call her on her hypocrisy. And so it was a very nervous and unsure Craig that arrived at his status meeting with Maggie. He was on time, having been keenly aware of his coming meeting with the woman he had discovered was perpetrating fraud against the firm, and he sat down in silence. His work was in good shape. He actually had a couple of things he needed her to help him with: chasing down answers from the steering committee, that kind of thing, but before he could get into the actual value-added side of the meeting she came back to the signatures.



He flinched. In all the excitement of the night before he had not actually finished faking up his sign-off sheets, but had focused on amassing his board of evidence instead. He blanked. Errr.



“Sorry, Maggie, I got five of the seven but . . .”



She cut him off, “Craig, I don’t understand what the problem is here.” she said with an undertone of contempt, “It’s a simple task. Get the signatures. Why do you have so much trouble doing it?”



Craig seethed. He struggled with his anger, not trusting himself to reply but instead waiting for her to move on to the next agenda item.



But she did not desist, pushing onward with her mean black eyes shining out from her pudgy cheeks as she badgered, “Well, Craig? Is there some valid reason why you can’t get this done?”



He did not reply.



A moment passed.



“I’m waiting.”



Ordinarily Craig would have been mortified. It was not the first time he had seen this kind of childish behavior on the part of an executive, nor the first time he had been on the receiving end of it, and usually the moral superiority and rank of the executive would have made him meek and pliant. But now it was not bureaucracy it was hypocrisy, and Craig felt his patience snap like an overstretched elastic band.



“Well, Maggie,” he said with cold venom, “maybe I should just have faked the fucking signatures.”



They both froze, equally surprised by what had just come out of his mouth. Craig was flabbergasted, a part of his mind seeking some way to cram his own words back into his mouth. But a part of Craig also registered a look he did not recognize on Maggie’s face. Something unfamiliar on that haughty visage.



In an instant it was gone again, masked by a veneer of superiority, and she postured with masterfully feigned indignation, “What did you just say to me?” her face the picture of righteousness.



And then Craig recognized that emotion he had seen in her. It was fear. Something she never felt around such peons as himself. But he had made her feel it and he intended to push onwards.



“I said, Maggie, that maybe I should just fake the signatures, like you do on the project costing and risk reports.”



Her eyes opened wide. Her mask was shattered. She struggled to restore her cool but it was a poor imitation of her previous posture. An imitation which fooled no-one. She was mute, and Craig went on.



“That’s right, Maggie. I saw the signatures, last night I went looking for an old sign-off sheet. Ironically I was looking to copy some old signatures myself so I could avoid your wrath. But then I found a few little forgeries already in the file.”



He saw her shoulders tense, registered a bead of sweat on her neck as it began its path down between her breasts to be lost in her blouse.



“I wonder, Maggie, What Dave Wright would think if I showed him his signatures on those reports.”



“No!” her voice was meek, broken. A squeal almost, and Craig saw her for what she really was: a coward just like every petty bully from kindergarten to college. A feeling of power came over Craig and he felt a serene sense of calm. But then he saw another drop of sweat slide down between her breasts and his calm began to morph into something darker.



“No, Maggie? What do you mean? I shouldn’t show Dave those reports? But what about the auditors, Maggie?” Craig said with ladled facetiousness, “Tell me, Maggie, it is such a simple task, getting the signatures, why did you have so much trouble doing it?” He mocked her tone of earlier in their conversation and she nodded, clearly looking to talk her way out of it.



“You’re right, Craig. I was a bitch.” she said with forced humility, “I shouldn’t have pushed on that. Tell you what, why don’t we take a look at your project plan? I’m sure there is some way we can alleviate some of your workload, maybe give you a Friday or two off, you know, off the books. Huh?”



He chuckled, “A Friday or two off?” he laughed again, “No no, Maggie. I know how important the rules are to you. I think I will go and get my two outstanding signatures and pop into Dave’s office while I am at it. You know I used to work for him, right?”



She implored him with her eyes, “All right, Craig, what do you want?” She was desperate, but there was a hint of anger in her voice and Craig found it annoying. She still thought she was better than him. No. No fucking way. He was going to get even with her. And he was going to get something out of it, too. Not just a couple of days off but a raise, maybe even a promotion. But he was going to put her in her place as well. Not in public. That would cash in his bargaining chip and he intended to hold on to that for as long as possible. Another drop of sweat slid down between those large, heavy breasts. He watched it go and he knew what he wanted.



“You know, Maggie, it’s interesting. At first I thought maybe you had just wanted to cut corners. Maybe you just wanted to shave a little off the process, just like I did last night. I have to tell you that if you hadn’t have pushed me this morning I would probably have ended up just letting it go.” he chuckled softly to himself but she was not registering. She was only listening for the punch line so he decided to give it to her.



“But you did push it, didn’t you, and now you are really squirming. Not just like someone who doesn’t want to be called out, but like someone who knows that something far more serious will be discovered if a certain Mr. Wright takes a close look at those reports. And now you are going to pay for my silence. Certainly with a raise, probably with a promotion, but first and foremost with a fuck.”



Now she was staggered. The raise and promotion she had clearly been half expecting. But had he just said fuck?



“You can’t be serious.”



“Maggie Reid, if you don’t do everything and anything I say for the next half an hour I am going to take all the sign off sheets and their corresponding documents to Dave Wright and I am going to drop you right in the shit. End of career. End of reputation. Your paycheck: Gone. Your retirement: Gone. Your stock options: Gone.”



She was sweating hard now. There was a long pause while Craig waited for his previous statement to hit home. It seemed like an age, but after a while of staring at him, stunned, she shifted a little in her seat, and without a word she nodded.



Now it was Craig’s turn to look like a deer in the headlights. What to do now? This was it. Holy shit he was about to fuck his boss. His bitch boss.



He stood and went to the door, locking it and wedging a chair under it. When he turned back to her she was staring at him in disbelief but he pressed on. Walking over to her he towered over her. She sat there, fat in her chair. Late forties. About forty pounds overweight, and as she stared he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.



She did not move, she just sat there, transfixed by this stunning turn in her day and he reached out and grasped the back of her head and pulled it to him. His cock was hardening by the second and it stuck out, seven straight inches, the big purple head throbbing. Almost involuntarily her mouth opened and he pushed his cock in.



Holy Crap! He smiled broadly in quiet astonishment. His dick was in her mouth. He could feel her tongue sliding over it. Her eyes were open wide, staring at the base of his shaft as it sprang from his pants and he felt the need to do more. To show her how far he was going to go. Still fucking her face, the first four inches or so of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, he unbuckled his belt and undid the buttons, pushing his pants down.



He pulled his cock from her mouth and dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles, then lifted his cock with his right hand and pulled her head in with his left, saying, “Lick my balls, you fucking bitch.”



She flinched at his cruel words and he saw a tear on her cheek but she went in hard, licking them, her fat cheeks rubbing against his thighs as she arched her head back to take his balls in her mouth.



As her tongue flicked over his perineum a thought flashed across his mind and he smiled. “Lie down, Maggie. Lie down on the floor.”



As she clumsily clambered to the floor he kicked off his shoes, pants and underwear and stood over her in his socks and shirt, his feet either side of her head.



He was facing down her body, looking at her lying prone on the floor. She was wearing a black shirt. It was long, like most of her skirts. Fabulous. He was going to get under that skirt today. And he was going to fuck what he found under there. His gaze wandered back to her face between his feet, staring up at his balls from underneath him. She looked afraid. Did she know what he was going to have her do? Only one way to find out.



He lowered himself on to her, squatting on her face. He wasn’t going to poop on her or anything like that but he was certainly going to have her rim him. Long and deep. Maggie the bitch CIO was going to lick his ass clean and then he was going to fuck her.



“Lick it, Maggie. Lick my asshole.”



He plopped his ass on her face, looking between his legs to make sure his balls were on her chin and his hole was right on her face and then he felt her mouth and nose between his cheeks.



Like all bullies she was all talk in the end, and when she was beaten she was really beaten. Her fat tongue came out from her fat lips and pushed straight up his asshole, no fucking around.



He sighed. It felt wonderful. The soft wet tongue fucking his ass with abandon. he had never had this power. A couple of girlfriends had done this to him, always slightly begrudgingly. Once he had dated a real goer who had been willing to go to town, but not on demand, only when the mood grabbed her. This was different. He could get this woman to do whatever he wanted. It would have been cruel but for the fact that she was such an almighty bitch and had ruined so many peoples’ lives for so long. No, Maggie Reid had it coming, and Craig was going to give it to her.



Craig rested one hand on Maggie’s fat stomach and reached out with the other to pull up her skirt. The woman’s legs instinctively pulled together as she tongue fucked his ass but no matter. It was a warm day and she wasn’t wearing stockings. Her milky white legs were exposed under her skirt.



Thick thighs, not flabby so much as full looking, overstuffed. Firm and large. It was a lovely sight, and though Craig was loving having his ass licked he decided he wanted more and stood up.



Stepping over to the seat Maggie had sat in only moments before he sat his bare ass down in it, savoring the feeling of her saliva between his cheeks.



“Get up. I want to have a look at you.”



She did, standing in front of him and glancing at the door as he reached over and lifted her skirt.



Sliding his chair back from the desk he pointed at the bare wooden surface saying, “Bend over the desk.”



She glanced at the door again and then complied, bending away from him and resting her elbows on the desk with large ass presented to him. He reached down and took hold of the hem of her skirt again, this time lifting the whole thing up and over her waist and exposing beige silk drawers beneath. Fuck yeah. Leaving her skirt on her back above her waist Craig pulled her panties down in one swift movement, impatient now, leaving them bunched on the floor around her ankles. Oh my, he thought as he stared at her fat white ass.



He grabbed roughly at the orbs. This was awesome. He pulled them apart, staring at the pussy and asshole between. Her labia was swollen, her body preparing for the coming fucking in spite of her. She was hairy. Not excessively, but black hairs covered her mound where it hid between her hefty thighs and tiny wisps surrounded her asshole which was clearly clean but slightly brown with a pink, puckered center. It was a little sweaty from being squeezed by her fat cheeks. He brushed it with his thumb. It tightened, as if it was squirming away from him. The sight inflamed him. Fuck it, he said, and he buried his face between her cheeks and thrust his tongue up her sweaty ass.



He violently tongue fucked her ass, making her bottom wobble. Occasionally he dipped down and licked the entrance to her cunt. He could not quite reach her clit from this angle but he still slipped his tongue in her pussy too, savoring the contrasting flavors of her tight, tangy anus and her wet, meaty vagina.



Her anal sphincter was tight around his tongue and he fought the urge to thrust his thick cock up there. Compliant she may be, and considering how she had eaten his ass without complaint he could probably get away with it. But if she cried out in pain they would both be left with some explaining to do and he wanted to savor this.



He was loving licking her ass. It was sweaty and fabulous, her fat cheeks wobbling as he held them apart, violating his boss’s shit hole with his tongue. But it was too much. He needed to fuck her and he needed to fuck her now, and if he was going to fuck his boss he wanted to see her face when he did it.



“Roll over on your back, now.”



She did, standing to turn and rest her bum on the desk and then leaning back. She held onto his shoulders as she leant back and then lifted her legs in the air as her back fell to the table. He grabbed her ankles as they came up either side of him and spread them apart, staring down at her hairy cunt, a wet, pink gash gaping at its center and calling to him.



Oh fuck that looked good and some other time he knew he was going to spend hours eating that pussy properly, but for now he held on to her ankles and shifted his hips to position his cock at the entrance to her. He glanced at her face as he did this. Pure, unadulterated hate tinged with the aftermath of her surprise burned in her eyes. But smoldering there too was lust. She hated him for the fact that she was going to enjoy being fucked by him as much as the fact that she had lost all her power in an instant.



But her hatred only goaded him on. He smiled sardonically, locking eyes with hers and pushed his cock in.



Fuck yes. His cock thrust into her with meaty force and filled her cunt. She grunted as it filled her. A nice big cock right up her. Her eyes closed as he started to fuck her. Long deep strokes. He was staring at his cock as it disappeared in and out of her cunt, savoring the sight, but she was biting her lower lip, her face scrunched up as he pounded her.

I love the way he man-handles me. The way he worships my curves. I’m only four kilograms lighter than his 84, 162cm’s in height to his 175 and yet he tosses me around as though I’m nothing.



He grabs me to him, possessing me, attacking my mouth with his own. Grasps my soft flesh firmly with his strong hands. Squeezes and smoothes his hands across me; my belly, my hips, my arse, my upper arms, my breasts. Sucking at my ear lobes, pulling them wetly into his mouth then releasing them. He squeezes my full breasts with those hands some more, lifting and separating and lifting again.



I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s kissing me again, plundering my mouth with his tongue. Now he moves to my neck, kissing and licking, nipping that spot just below my ear – the one that makes me gasp loudly it feels so good.



“Let’s go to bed,” he mutters in my ear, before backing me down the hall, his mouth re-fused to mine. His hands are clamped on my arse, my “luscious, peachy bum.”



“Peachy,” I giggle, the first time he tells me this.



“I love it.” He’d replied, and love it he did.



We’re in the bedroom and now he’s tearing down my pants, reefing off my knickers. He pulls me to him once again, kissing me ferociously, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other reaching down to tease my mons. His fingers slide lower, into my slick heat, and he groans into my mouth. Then backs me towards it, and pushes me on the bed.



He follows closely after, re-attaching his mouth to mine, nudging my legs apart with one strong thigh. He hooks his hips between them, widening them further, and with one sure stroke he’s inside me, thick and hard, filling me up so completely I cry out in shock. I don’t have a chance to recover before he starts up a rhythm, I wrap my plump legs around his slim hips and hang on for dear life.



He’s kissing my neck again now, holding my head in place with his hands, the thumb of his right hand hooked around into my mouth so I can suck it. I suck it hard, lick at it, bite it gently, roll it over my tongue. I wish it was his cock and I tell him so, around his thumb.



“What’s that?” he mumbles, distracted, against my neck.



I spit out his thumb.



“I want your dick in my mouth.”



He thrusts into me, HARD. My head falls back and I cry out again, with the pleasure/pain. I swear he swells to twice the size inside of me, and I squeeze hard with my pussy. He growls at me, pulling my head up to look him in the eye.



“I love that.” He tells me. I squeeze him again.



“Minx.”



I whimper as he abruptly pulls out, grasping under each of my knees to spread me even wider before burying his face between my legs. The suction on my clit is so intense I cum almost immediately. He jams two thick fingers in me and I start screaming. It feels so fucking good and the pleasure goes on and on as he repeated hooks his fingers up and on the spot beneath my bladder.



Mercifully, his fingers begin to slow and finally withdraw and I feel myself come back to earth. He’s lapping at me now, licking up all my juices, telling me I taste so fucking sweet and he just can’t get enough.



My breathing is returning to normal but I’m still in a daze as he leaves my quim and kisses his way back up. Over my mons, over my belly which he pays particular attention to, to my breasts which he lays a kiss on each. He kisses up my neck to my mouth and I eagerly accept his tongue, tasting my honey on his lips.



“I love you,” I tell him. “I love you.”



“I know,” he answers, and enters me again.



He rolls us so that I’m above him, his glorious cock still inside me. I’m still recovering from my orgasm but I squeeze him all the same because I know how much he loves it. He scoots down and lifts me so that he’s still inside me but can reach my tits with his mouth. I brace my arms on the bed on either side of his head and watch as he cups each full breast, squeezing one, while guiding the other to suck at it.



His mouth pulls strongly on my large puffy nipple, they’re dark pink and I love it when he handles them roughly. He doesn’t disappoint, pulling his head back with my nipple in his mouth, stretching out the flesh and causing ripples of pleasure to spread through me. The hand on my other breast clasps it so firmly, I’ll have bruises again tomorrow but I don’t care – it feels so good.



He releases my right nipples from his mouth and it glistens wetly as he stares at it in satisfaction. He moves to the left, biting and sucking before moving his mouth up to the fleshy side of my boob and sucks hard, raising a hickey. The pleasure builds further and I start to grind up and down on his rod, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone.



Suddenly, he flips me again before pulling out of me. Before I can protest, he’s wrenching open my legs and diving between them once more to eat my cunt.



He uses long, luscious licks this time, his tongue flattened against me as he licks me from my slit to my clit. He licks and licks, getting me hotter and hotter, making meal of me with all the appreciative sounds men make when eating something pleasurable. Then without preamble, he dips lower, swirling his tongue over and around my pursed little arsehole. His tongue becomes insistent, trying to gain entry, but I’m not ready for that yet, and can’t let him.



He grunts in exasperation and flips me again, pulling me up onto my knees and positioning me, lining his cock up again and thrusting into my cunt. The different angle feels so good, so very good and before I know it I’m crying out uncontrollably again, screaming out my pleasure as his thrust drive me into the headboard of his bed.



My pussy is squeezing his cock with my cum and he pulls out. Not ready to cum yet, he tells me, before shoving my legs wider apart and applying his mouth to my arse once more. This time I’m ready to let him get his tongue inside me, this time I want to feel it slip wetly into me and he groans against me as he makes it inside. His fingers are inside my pussy, now they pull my wetness back, bathing my puckered little hole with my juices.



He pushes me onto my side and spoons me, one leg bent back over his hip. His fingers continue to stroke my pussy, pushing my cream down to my other hole. His other hand lovingly strokes my belly, while he whispers in my ear how luscious I am. How he wants to get me pregnant and watch me grow. How he wants to see my breasts fill with milk. But for now, how he wants to fuck my arse.



We’ve never done it before. He tried once and I freaked out. I’ve never had it there and wasn’t ready. I’m ready now.



I wiggle my peachy arse against his hard cock and without another word, he lines it up against my slippery little hole, and begins to push. I cry out in pain and it begins to breech the band of muscles protecting it.



“Push out baby. Like you’re taking a shit.”



“Ew,” I giggle, but give it a try. He slips in a little further and while it still hurts, the pain has lessened.



He slips in slowly, a little at a time, letting me get used to him. Each time he gently thrusts, I push out like he said, and slowly but surely he makes his way in until finally, his balls are resting against my pussy.



I reach back curiously to feel where he’s inside of me. I feel really full, and it’s not an especially pleasurable feeling, but it’s not unpleasant either. I give an experimental wiggle and he begins to pull out.



It still feels weird until he begins to slide back in and then it begins to hurt. My small cries of pain seem to excite him, and unbelievably he swells even further inside of me. He grips my hips.



“Push out baby, keep pushing out.”



I do so and this time, when he pushes back in, it actually starts to feel good. I notice some kind of pressure at the top of my back entrance, which feels as though it’s sending tingles to my clit.



I reach down to rub at my button and the pleasure increases. Oh my god. I had no idea.



Now I’m pushing back to meet his thrusts, and he’s gripping my hips hard enough to leave more bruises. The sensation of that great, hard rod sliding in and out of me is totally different from how it feels in my pussy, but it feels just as good. He’s powering in and out of my now, as I scrub furiously at my clit. He moves a hand down from my hip to slide a finger inside my cunt and the feeling of having two holes full of him is too much. Pleasure spreads from the area above my arsehole, to my clit and inside my cunt and I explode with an orgasm so powerful I black out a little. But not before I feel him detonate inside my back channel, going off and off, the tightness allowing me to feel every last bit of it.



When I come to, he’s softening inside of me.



“That was unbelievable,” he tells me, kissing the back of my neck.



He slips from me, turning onto his back and pulling me into his side.



“I took your cherry,” he teases gently, placing his hand on my behind.



“I love you,” I tell him, and fall asleep in his arms.

I lead you upstairs and into our bedroom, turn to you and kiss you deeply. Another wonderful evening of lovemaking about to start. As I unzip your uniform to the waist I kiss you deeply and lift the tunic over your head. I run my hands all over your soft full plump breasts and soft midriff and moan as I do so, already lost in your curves. I unzip your uniform trousers and ease them down over your wide soft hips and fat bottom – you are standing in our bedroom, in just your underwear, and look just simply the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen – full, round, beautiful and mine. I unclip your bra and sinking to my knees take hold of your breasts and start to suck one of your plump nipples into my mouth – I pull on it firmly, but not too hard, my tongue caressing under it, my lips squeezing and pulling it longer – you moan loudly at the pressure and the suction I am applying to it. I roll your other nipple between my fingers and thumb and pull your plumpness onto me, my arm around your luscious fat bottom, my hand full of your fleshy cheeks. I swap nipples, pulling and sucking that one deeply into my mouth, pulling your body ever closer to me.



I ease your knickers down over your wide glorious hips and taking a hold of each plump cheek pull you into me further still. I push you onto the bed and lick you from arsehole to clitoris in one deep wet lingering slurp. You shiver as you know what I’m going to do to you.



I move a pillow onto the floor to kneel on and manoeuvre another pillow underneath your luscious fat bottom to lift you up for better access to everything. I spread your plump thighs wide, wide open and ask you to hold them apart with your hands. I hold you under your plump cheeks and lick your whole pussy, from the opening to heaven to your shiny little clitoris. You shiver and moan. I concentrate on your clit at first, licking and lapping at it, long rasping licks, then as you get wetter I flick rapidly over it, my tongue hard and urgent. You are moaning more loudly now. Put your hand inside me, you moan.



I move my focus down slightly and push my tongue inside your pussy. It feels wet, slippery and viscous under my tongue, and I bathe my whole face in your spread-apart cunt, tongue-fucking you really deeply, my hands under your arse-cheeks, pulling you harder onto the onslaught of my tongue. You feel the whole contour of my face on the softness of your pussy, my lips and tongue as they fuck you deep and searching, my nose pressing against the labia, and you push your cunt onto me even harder. I love it so much!



Are you ready, I ask – you moan loudly as I take some lube onto my hand and push two fingers inside you. I rotate them so my finger pads are pointing up and start to apply direct pressure to your G-spot. You moan really loudly as I press onto it in a curved, rocking motion. More, you moan, more. I add a third finger, then a fourth, and my hand sinks further into you, my thumb still outside at this point, thumbing your clitoris. My face is very close to your pussy as I push four fingers into you and rock them into you, all in a vertical line. I look up at your beautiful face, and know its time. I don’t speak, but as my fingers come out at the end of the in and out stroke I curl my thumb into my palm and push my whole hand inside you on the in-stroke.



As at the very beginning, and as at every single time since, and there have been very many, as during our secret days I would fist you two or three times over the course of a day, I feel a massive rush, an acceleration of feeling and emotion as I enter your body. I am well past my wrist bone, my whole hand inside your pussy, and I just rotate slightly at first as you open up, and then you contract involuntarily around my hand and wrist. As I rotate my hand I start to slowly corkscrew my hand so the pumping motion has a twisting aspect to it too.



You moan as I increase the depth and range of the twisting, rotating motion of my hand. I lower my tongue to your clitoris and start to lick it as I fist you deeply. I remove my hand completely then re-insert it deep and swift, making you cry out with pleasure. I increase the range of each stroke, so on the way in my thumb is in a line with my fingers and is then concertina-ed into my palm as I reach your cervix. On the outward stroke it falls back into the line, and this repeated widening and narrowing of the dimensions of my fist-fucking add to your moaning. I speed up my licking, as I feel your breathing getting more and more laboured as you approach your climax. I am shuttling my whole hand back and forth into you deeply, my tongue licking you as fast and hard as I can, as you start to cum. Your cries are loud, unrestrained, get louder and more sustained as your climax lasts and lasts. I only stop when you push my head away from your clitoris and squeeze your thighs together to restrict access to your pussy.



As always you take ages to get your breath back and come back down to earth from those massive fisting orgasms. I wrap you close in my arms and when you can you kiss me again we kiss and I hold you close for a few minutes but then my cock rears it’s demanding head and I turn you onto your knees to fuck you. I lick you from pussy to arse again but linger on your arse, licking over and over it, pushing gently with my tongue. I take some lube into my fingers and rub it all over your arsehole, and gently, carefully push one finger in – just a little at first, but as you are so turned on by the very recent fisting I quickly sink my forefinger all the way in. You moan as you know I am going to fuck your arse very soon. I pull my finger out and start to tongue your arsehole – gently at first, then pushing in deeper and deeper. I am pushing a good inch into your arse with my tongue and you are moaning very loudly by now. I move back and ease one finger, them another into your arse – are you ready I ask?



Yes, yes you moan, fuck my arse really hard.



I kneel up, continue to push two fingers into your arse carefully, and pump some lube onto the head and shaft of my rock hard cock. I nudge just half a centimetre in and pause, gently rocking back and forth, my cock just inside you – I feel your arse relax around me and nudge the head into you – I pause again then ever so gently push my cock deep into your arse till I can’t get any deeper and I am fully buried, tip to balls, inside your luscious fat bottom. I pause a moment again, then start to push into you, slowly at first, hard, deep and long.



It feels so different from your pussy, hotter, tighter, more snug, much more naughty….I hold your hips tightly and start to fuck you harder – I pull out momentarily and put some more lube on the head of my cock, smear it all over the head and shaft, then push back into you, hot and hard. I am very very aroused, and my cock feels like an iron bar. You are moaning in deep satisfaction as I arse-fuck you very hard, pounding with as much as force as I fuck your pussy. I pull out again, and pull my foreskin back tightly and hold it pulled back as I push into you so you feel the hard barb opening you. Do you like that, I ask – you just moan and I repeat this over and over – I see you lean forward and one arm disappearing under your body and I know you are fingering your clit as I fuck your gorgeous fat bottom.



I speed up as that really turns me on and then all of a rush I feel my own climax hurtle down my shaft – I hold you tight as I shudder again and again into you, and I cry out as each contraction pumps cum deep into your arse. My breathing is a right state as you sink down onto the bed, my cock still firmly impaled inside you, inside your luscious bottom. I lie on top of you still as we both get out breath back – then I roll off and lie next to you, holding you very tight.

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