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Summer Wayne, a high school English teacher, has fallen under the direction of a high school student after he has discovered her recent postings at a public website. The poor English teacher has just finished a weekend where she has received piercings in her ear, nipples and pussy lips. She has been forced to buy a complete new wardrobe that is both sexy and tight fitting, which is not what she would ever wear to school. Summer’s best friend has discovered her submissiveness and has planned to take complete control of her mind and body. Summer’s Master, has plans for his new slave beginning with school on Monday.



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Summer, still feeling the effects of the beer, tequila and the sex with Lisa and Steve stumbled to her bedroom. She could not believe that her Sunday afternoon had seen her be subjected to domination by her best friend and her husband. To make matters worse, Summer was sure that her next door neighbor, Sam Johnson had seen the whole episode as Lisa forced her deeper into submission. Summer was confused by how her body reacted to the insults, degradation and forced sex. As she lay her head down onto her Egyptian cotton pillow case, Summer’s hands began to roan over her body, first stopping to tweak her erect and pierced nipples. As she became more aroused, her right hand found her hardening clit that continued to be stimulated by the events of the day.



Summer’s hands were working their magic on her body and it did not take much effort to have her on the brink of yet another orgasm. Just as she reached the edge, Summer’s cell phone buzzed. “Damn, who the hell can that be at this time of the night,” she quietly said to herself.



Summer looked at the phone and saw Master T’s name pop up on her phone id. Summer hesitated for a few more rings as she pondered whether or not to answer the phone. Just then the buzzing stopped and Summer smiled to herself believing that she had avoided a late night confrontation from her young Master.



Summer was jolted from her deep sleep by the morning alarm clock and its aggravating buzz at her customary 5:30 AM wake up. She hit the snooze for ten more minutes of rest before she started her day. When the alarm sounded its aggravating tone again, Summer hit the off button and crawled out of bed. As she walked into the bathroom to empty her bladder, Summer looked into the mirror and she was stunned by the size of her nipples and how the piercings made them look so much more profound. After relieving herself, Summer walked up to the mirror and gave each nipple a tweak and examined the reaction each had to her touch. She paid particular attention to the piercings hoping to find a way to remove them. But, the size of the bars on each end was too large and she remembered the soldering job performed by Marcos in his shop.



Summer slipped on her white silk robe, her house slippers with the one inch heels and headed for the kitchen for her first cup of coffee. On her way to the kitchen, Summer went out onto her porch to retrieve the morning newspaper. Because hers and James’ house sat so far from the street, they paid the paper boy a little extra to place it on their porch each morning. Summer thought it was strange that the paper was propped against the door, but she thought nothing more about it.



As Summer reached the kitchen, the aroma from her dark South American coffee beans pleasantly filled her nostrils. She added half and half creamer, took the paper from its plastic wrap and opened it to read. That is when she found the manila envelop. On the outside of the envelop were the chilling words, “SLUT, YOU DID NOT ANSWER YOUR PHONE LAST NIGHT. CALL ME IMMEDIATELY BEFORE YOU OPEN THIS ENVELOP.”



“Oh my god,” was all Summer could say.



Without taking a sip of her coffee, Summer headed for the bedroom to retrieve her cell phone. She saw the missed call reflected on the touch screen of the phone and her whole body shuddered with fear of what may happen to her. As her fingers pressed the speed dial number for Master T, tears welled up in Summer’s eyes as the reality of her situation once again thrust upon her.



Master T simply answered, “What took you so long to call me slut?”



Summer did not know what to say other than, “Master T, I only just now found your note. I went to sleep last night and did not hear your call.”



“Because of your non-compliance and refusal to take my call, I have taken the liberty of posting several pictures to an email and have sent it to you. Go to your home computer, take the envelope with you and call me when you have opened my email. Do not open the envelope,” and Master T hung up.



Summer stumbled down the hall way to the office that was just off her the master bedroom. The office consisted of the desk that she shared with her husband James, two wing back chairs, a credenza and pictures of her family from various trips they had taken together. She logged onto the computer and opened her email. Summer called Master T as she had been directed.



Master T, answered in a harsh tone, “Slut have you opened your email from me?” Summer quickly replied that she had. Master T then instructed her to read the email and then call him after she had complied with the emailed instructions.



The email read:



“Slut, you have disobeyed me for the last time. You knew that you were to talk to me before you went to bed last night to get your instructions for today. But because you are a worthless cunt, I have had to send you this email and driven across town to give you instructions for your fist day in school as my slut. Your first day was going to be a little easier, but now things are different. Your non-compliance has forced me to alter my plans for you and your servitude at school. You may now open the envelope and read its contents for further instructions.” The email was signed Master T



Before she could open the envelope, Summer had to compose herself. She had woken up with a better feeling about herself and the he that Master T would not interfere with her morning routine. She was not naïve enough to think that he was done with her, but she had been hopeful to drink her morning coffee and prepare for her day.



Summer opened the envelope and she poured its contents onto the desk in the office. The manila envelope contained two smaller envelopes. She looked at both of the envelopes and as she expected, they were to be opened in order. She opened the envelope marked “Open First”. The envelope contained several folded sheets of paper. As she opened them she realized that they were pictures downloaded from a camera and printed on regular stock paper. The pictures were of her and Sarah from Saturday at Marcos’ piercing salon. One of the pictures plainly reflected Summer’s face buried in Sarah’s pussy, the second showed her lying on the table playing with her pussy with the gold lip rings clearly visible and the third picture showed her with a cock jammed down her throat with her eyes wide open.



Summer opened the second envelope and was almost relieved to find only a one page letter written by Master T. It began, “Slut, you have seen some obvious proof that you are a slut, that you enjoy being made to please and that you have no will of your own. Unfortunately, you do not fully grasp the depth of your submission. So, today we will begin re-enforcing your position of a complete submissive slut and my position as your Master. You are to get dressed in the black skirt and white blouse that you purchased on Saturday. You are to wear the yellow see through bra and thong panties along with the black garter belt and back seamed hose. You are to wear the four inch black pumps. You are to apply a heavy amount of make-up so as to highlight your eyes and cheeks. Your lips must be covered by your reddest lipstick. Finally, you will make sure that your hair is wildly styled making sure that your new left ear piercing is visible all day. You will meet me in your class room at 6:30 AM. Do not be late.”



Summer raised her hand to her mouth when she realized that it was now 5:45 AM and the drive to the school took her fifteen minutes. She quickly shut the computer down, took the pictures and tore them up. Summer ran down the hall to the bedroom and quickly took a shower to wash the cum stains from the day before. The water caused her nipples to become even more erect. After her shower, Summer quickly applied her make-up the way Master T had demanded by paying particular attention to her eyelids and giving them a dark blue tint to highlight her eyes. Ordinarily, Summer would take a great deal of time in transforming her hair from a weekend style that was free and flowing to the conservative bun she usually wore at school. But today, she used lots of hair spray and mousse to force her hair to hold its place and allow her gold loop earring with the three red beads to be clearly seen.



When Summer was satisfied that she had met Master T’s requirements, she quickly slipped on her garter belt, adjusted the clasp and attached the black back seamed hose first to her right leg and then to her left leg. Once she was satisfied that the seams were straight, she pulled on her yellow string thong. Summer noticed that the thong seemed to touch her clit and spread her pussy lips. She looked down and the new lip rings were clearly visible. Summer adjusted the thin material of the thong and was able to slide the gold rings inside the material. Next Summer slipped on the matching yellow bra. Immediately Summer noticed that the material of the bra made it quite obvious that her nipples had piercings and that her nipples were very prominent as they stood very erect, which she was sure is why Todd had ordered her to wear the yellow lingerie. Summer told herself to not worry about that right now and get dressed.



Summer quickly slid the white blouse on and believed that it was almost see through. As she stood before the bathroom mirror, Summer began buttoning the blouse and it was quite possible that anyone paying just the slightest attention to her would be able to make out the details of her nipples and would almost certainly be able to see the gold rod piercings. Summer quickly grabbed the black skirt and slipped it on. Immediately Summer knew why Master T had requested this particular skirt. The slits on the sides stopped at just below the lace tops of her hose and would not be noticeable when she stood, but when she was seated, Summer was sure that anyone would be able to see the very tops of the lace of the hose. The skirt was very tight and would cause her all kinds of trouble walking the halls of the school.



Summer gathered her make up into her daily bag, grabbed her wooden brush, checked her hair one more time and rand down the hall. As she started the engine in her BMW, she saw that she only had 10 minutes to make it to the school by 6:30 so she knew that she would have to exceed the speed limit to make it on time, hoping all the while that she would not encounter a police patrol.



Summer pulled into the school parking lot at 6:35 thankfully having successfully dodged any traffic mishaps or police cruisers as she roared down the back streets to her school. Summer grabbed her pocket book and school bag and made a mad dash to the school. She was able to get into her classroom in less than 5 minutes, but Master T was not in her room. She looked at the school clock and noticed that the time was actually 6:40 and wondered where Todd, err… Master T was.



Summer was startled when she heard the door to her classroom slammed shut. She turned from her desk and saw that her Master had entered the room. She stared him directly in the eyes and could feel his anger at her being tardy. Summer then heard his first words, “Slut, what took you so long to get here?”



“Todd, I drove as fast as I could to get here. I only now noticed that my watch is 10 minutes slow. I thought that I was on time’, Summer replied.



“How dare you refer to me as Todd? What is my name slut?”



Summer began to cower just a bit and quickly responded, “Your name is Master T, sir.”



Todd walked up to his submissive high school teacher, grabbed her by each nipple and screamed into her face, “Slut when I tell you to be some where be there on time, no matter how long it takes to get there or what obstacles you have to avoid, DO NOT BE LATE, EVER!”



Summer could only muster a “Yes Sir” as Todd continued to pull and twist her nipples through her blouse and bra. He was being careful not to rip the nipple piercings out of her flesh, but Todd was driving home the point that she would do as he demanded.



Todd released the poor teacher’s nipples and directed her to the middle of the classroom, where she was told to take her blouse and skirt off. When Summer hesitated, Todd uttered only, “NOW”!



Summer lifted her hands and began unbuttoning the top button and worked her way down the blouse until all of the buttons had been opened and the blouse had been pulled from the skirt. Without waiting for further instructions, Summer shrugged her shoulders and let the blouse fall away from her body. She placed the blouse on the nearest student’s desk and then reached around behind her and unzipped the black skirt and began pulling it down over her hips until it lay on the floor at her feet. She reached down to retrieve, it, but Master T said, “Leave it there slut.”



Then Summer’s Master ordered her to bend over her desk. Without objection, Summer moved to her desk, leaned over and placed her palms on the top of the desk. She was ordered by her Master to lay flat on top of the desk. Summer was wearing her black garter belt and hose, the yellow lingerie and her four inch black pumps. Summer looked up and pleaded, “But Master someone might come in and find me in this position. Please do not make me do this.” Todd’s silence told Summer everything she needed to know. As she placed her chest onto her desk, she felt frightened about the possibility of being discovered by a colleague, the janitorial staff or an early arriving student. She closed her eyes and listened to her Master.



“Slut, you have displeased me and that is an unfortunate event for you. I have told you that you are to be punctual and do what I say when I say to do it. Last night you did not answer my call. Today you were 10 minutes late reporting to me. For each offense you will receive ten strokes with your wooden hair brush. Where is your brush slut?” Todd demanded.



“But Master, someone will hear the noise from the strokes and my screams. Please, please I beg you. I will do anything you tell me to and I promise to never be late,” pleaded the poor English teacher.



Todd looking down at his conquest replied, “I know you will do all those things and more for me slut. But right now, you are going to be punished for your non-compliance to ensure that the next time you think about not complying, you will remember my lesson to you. Now where is your brush slut?”



Summer told Todd that her brush was in her pocket book. As he retrieved it, he gazed down on the outstretched teacher with her ass exposed for anyone to see. As he moved behind his slut, Todd looked down between Summer’s legs and he could see the pussy lip rings peaking out from the thin material of her yellow thong. He put his feet between Summer’s legs and forced her legs even further apart. Todd then stepped to the left side of Summer and using his right hand he brought down the brush harshly onto her left ass cheek.



Summer screamed, but it was a low, barely audible scream. Todd did not dare risk being discovered so he reached into his back pack and brought out the black egg that he purchased for Summer over the weekend. It was a remote control version that was roughly two inches in diameter. Todd walked to the side of the desk where Summer’s head was and he told her to open her mouth. As she did, Todd forced the black egg into her mouth. Then Todd said, “Hold that in your mouth so that your screams cannot be hear slut.”



Todd checked his watch and it was getting pretty close to the time that the other teachers on his slut’s hall began arriving for the day. He rushed through the twenty strokes with the hair brush making sure to mark the ass in the same place. When he finished he ordered Summer to stand before him.



Todd then instructed Summer to take the egg out of her mouth and to insert it into her pussy. When Summer hesitated, all Todd did was begin to pick up his back pack and while looking straight into Summer’s eyes said, “Okay slut. If that is what you want it, I will be more than happy to send the emails that are already in my personal and private email folders to everyone in your address book as well as Principal Harding. I am sure that Mr. Harding will be quite surprised to find out that the head of his English Department was having sex with one of her students as well as seeing her actively enjoying sucking another woman’s pussy. And let’s not forget your poor husband James, who is working so hard for my father’s company in Asia. I wonder what he will think when he sees pictures of you with the shoe salesman.”



Summer realizing her fate was tied to her submission to her student quickly replied, “No Master, please don’t leave. I promise to do as you tell me.”



With that, Summer lowered the egg to her pussy, pulled aside the small patch of material between her legs and pushed the black egg inside. She noticed that coming out of one end of the egg was a black wire. She reasoned that it would be used to pull the egg back out should it go to high up inside her.



When she had full inserted the egg into her pussy, she pleaded again, “Master please do not go. I promise to do anything and everything you tell me to whenever you tell me to do it.”



Todd turned around at the door to the classroom and said, “Ok slut. We will see. Now get dressed and enjoy your day.”



Todd opened the door to the class room and walked away without closing it back. Summer quickly realized her predicament and ran to close the door. As she turned to walk back to her desk, the egg in her pussy began vibrating. The egg’s vibrating jolted Summer so much that she had to grasp the side of her desk to steady herself. Just as quickly, the vibrating stopped and Summer realized that the black cord was not for retrieving the egg, but it served as a receiver wire for the hand held transmitter that Master T would have with him today. Summer thought to herself, “Oh my god. What will he do to me today?”



Summer hurriedly pulled on her skirt and slipped her arms into the sleeves of the white blouse. The skirt of course was slightly wrinkled because she had been ordered to leave it in a pile on the floor. As she completed buttoning the last button, the morning announcements for staff came blaring over the intercom system. Summer looked at the school clock and saw that it was now 7:00 AM.



Summer went about her morning routine in her room. At about 7:20, someone from the office called over the intercom and requested that Summer report to the office. All Summer could think about was that Todd had sent the information anyway and that her life as she knew it would be over. Summer quickly adjusted her blouse and tried to pull her skirt down so that the tops of her hose would not show as she walked. The tightness of the skirt across her ass and her four inch pumps made walking a new adventure for Summer. She had to learn how to put one foot in front of the other like the models she had seen on television late at night. Summer got the hang of it by over exaggerating the swaying of her hips, which made walking somewhat easier. She noticed the looks she was receiving from the other teachers, men mostly, in the hall as well as some of the early arriving students. Those glares and stares unnerved, but somewhat turned Summer on as she continued her walk down the hall.



Once she reached the administrative office, Summer was surprised by the number of students in the office as well as the number of adults, some parents and other teachers. Summer felt all of the eyes in the office on her. She walked up to the front desk and asked who had requested that she come to the office. Shirley, from back in the office blurted out, “Ms. Wayne we have a package that was delivered this morning and that it was marked urgent.”

Everyone in the office turned to look at Summer as Shirley slowly walked across the office floor to reach her. As she handed the package to Summer, Shirley was able to look directly at Summer’s blouse and she thought she could see the outlines of piercings. Shirley held the envelope a little too long and Summer had to pull it from Shirley’s fingers.



As Summer turned to walk away, she heard Shirley say, “Ms. Wayne I love the new piercing that you have. When did you get your ear pierced?”



Summer was both embarrassed and relieved to be able to answer, “Shirley, I got the new earring this past weekend as sort of a surprise to my husband James. He will be home in about a month, and I wanted it to be something that he would love.”



As Summer continued on her way out of the office, she felt the eyes of every person there on her. The hallway was now over crowded with students and she could hear whispers and caught the boys gawking at her while the girls all seemed to view her with disgust.



As Summer reached the door to her classroom, the bell rang for the first period to begin. As she walked to her desk, she glanced around the classroom and for the first time in several days, she seemed to have everyone’s full attention. Summer sat behind her desk because she did not want to dare give the students too much of a view of her legs and the opportunity to see the tops of her stockings. She began the period by instructing the students to turn to page 210 of the novel they were currently reading as a class project.



As Summer followed along silently at her desk, she suddenly felt the egg in her pussy begin to vibrate. The strength of the vibration caused her to gasp out loud. One of the students in the first row heard the gasp and asked if she was ok. Summer could only nod and tell the student she was fine. As the egg’s vibration continued to work its magic on her pussy, Summer felt her body begin to react to the stimulation and she was fast approaching an orgasm. She tried to squeeze off the approaching orgasm, but it was too no avail as her body paid no attention to her brain and erupted in orgasm. Summer grasped the edge of her desk and pushed her pelvic region down into her office chair to try and suppress the urge to scream out loud. She felt sweat beginning to form on her forehead as the intensity of her orgasm began to subside, but the vibrations of the egg only intensified. As she began to approach a second orgasm, Summer stared intently at the book on her desk paying no attention to her class with every eye now firmly affixed on their English teacher.



Summer was startled when the vibration in her pussy stopped just before her body succumbed to the second orgasm. Summer could not see, but Todd was standing just outside of her classroom and his remote control’s range was just perfect to affect her from outside of the room. Summer looked up from her book and found the eyes of her students all fixed on her. She cleared her throat, stood up and excused herself to go to the bathroom. She instructed the class to continue reading and keep the room noise down to a dull roar.



After their teacher left the room, Cindy, the head cheerleader was the first to ask, “What in the heck is wrong with Ms. Wayne?” The girls to her left and right all shook their heads and said they had no idea. The boys in the back of the room were only able to speak about the outline of her nipples that they could see directly through Ms. Wayne’s blouse. One of the boys whispered that he swore that he saw Ms. Wayne’s nipples with piercing. The other boys just pooh pawed that comment saying that she was to uptight to have something like that done to her. About that time, the bell indicating that it was time to change classes began to ring. All of the students in Summer’s room packed their things and headed out of the door.



Summer was leaning against the stall door of the faculty bathroom when Shirley, from the front office came in. She was clearly concerned with the way Summer looked and asked, “Ms. Wayne are you ok? You look like you have been put through the ringer.”



Summer was brought out of her stupor by Shirley’s interruption in the bathroom. Summer looked at Shirley and said, “No, nothing is wrong really. I just felt a little faint and rushed in here from my class.”



Summer caught Shirley giving her the once over taking in the clothes that she had on. Shirley then asked, “Summer, I have never seen you dressed the way you are today. What has come over you dear?”



Summer looked down and she could see that her nipples were poking through her bra and it was very evident that her nipples were pierced as the balls on each end of the bars were pressed against the material of the yellow bra and sheer blouse. Summer also noticed that her run to the bathroom and her pose against the stall had caused her skirt to hike up above the tops of her stockings and it was very evident that she was wearing a garter belt.



Summer lied and said that she was going to a cocktail party for James’ company after work and did not think that she would have time to go home and change. Summer walked over to the lavatory and began washing her hands. After drying her hands, Summer ran her hands through her hair making sure that the earring was still clearly visible. As she steadied herself to head back to her classroom, she pulled at the hem of her skirt, but before she could get out of the door, Shirley asked, “Ms. Wayne I am not sure if you are aware, but your yellow bra is quite visible through your blouse. And, if I am not mistaken, I can make out the outline of your nipples. Have you had your nipples pierced also?”



Summer stopped in her tracks and tried to pose a reasonable response to Shirley’s probing questions. Summer knew that she was Mr. Harding’s pet and if you ever got on her wrong side, life at the school would be awful. Summer spun around and looked at Shirley, who had a smug look on her face.



“Well Shirley, you are right. I did get them pierced this weekend because James asked me to. I am having to be careful with what I have pressed against the piercings as my nipples are still a little sensitive, so that is why I am wearing the yellow bra. I did not realize that I had worn this particular blouse until I got here this morning. I just did not have time to change,” replied Summer.



Shirley, looking incredulously at Summer said, “Ms. Wayne I would have never thought that you would be the type of woman who would desecrate her body with piercings. I think that you are like those women who hang around bars and look for men. I do not believe that that is the type of person who should be teaching at this school. I am afraid I am going to have to tell Mr. Harding about this Ms. Wayne.”



Summer quickly replied, “Now wait a minute Shirley. I have only done something for my husband and it has nothing to do with how I teach or work. I am sorry that you find the idea of piercings offensive, but that really is none of your business.”



Summer could tell she was walking on thin ice with Shirley because even if Mr. Harding did not really care whether or not she had piercings, Shirley would not let up. Summer had to do something to keep Shirley from going to Mr. Harding. As she moved away from the lavatory towards the door, she looked at Shirley and asked, “Shirley, why can’t we just leave this between us. I can appreciate your issues with my piercings and you can appreciate my desire to please my husband.”



“I do not see how I can agree to that Ms. Wayne as I just find it too disgusting to allow it to go unreported,” replied Shirley.



“Please Shirley, can’t we work this out together and not get Mr. Harding involved?” pleaded Summer.



Shirley quickly answered, “I just do not know how that would be possible.”



Summer then asked, “What about the piercings do you find offensive, Shirley?”



Shirley told Summer that just the fact that she would do that was disgusting and she could not see how the piercings could be anything more than disgusting body desecration. Trying to find a way to avoid Shirley going to Mr. Harding, Summer thought she saw an opening and said, “Shirley how about I let you see the piercings so that you can see that they are meant to be erotic and for my husband’s private pleasure?”



“No, I do not want to see them Ms. Wayne,” replied Shirley.



“But, Shirley, won’t you at least let me prove to you that they are beautiful and will bring him pleasure,” Summer questioned.



Shirley’s body language began to give her real feelings away as her eyes were going from Summer’s breasts to her eyes. Summer could see a few drops of sweat developing on Shirley’s brow so she pushed the envelope with Shirley. “So, Shirley, I am going to unbutton my blouse for you to be able to get a clearer view of the piercings” Summer said as her fingers immediately went to the top button on her blouse. Summer watched Shirley’s eyes follow her hands as they moved down her blouse unbuttoning each button. When Summer completed unbuttoning her white blouse, she pulled it open and pressed her chest forward so that her nipples would strain against the sheer fabric of her yellow bra. Summer noticed that Shirley was now just looking from nipple to nipple without even glancing up at her eyes.



Summer looked down and she could see her nipples were erect and she knew that Shirley could see the full outline of her nipples as well as being able to clearly make-out the gold posts of her nipple piercings. She paused for several minutes gauging Shirley’s reaction and then she pressed further feeling like she was control of events around her for the first time in several days. Summer says to Shirley, “Why don’t you just reach out and touch the gold bars. Touching them will not hurt me.”



Shirley seemed to be in a trance. In all of her fifty years she had never been so close to such beautiful breasts. She had always admired Ms. Wayne whenever they were close and she was envious of the way she had been able to keep her body in such fine shape. Shirley, was not an old prude or dumpy in anyway, but she represented Mr. Harding and so she had to be careful about her desires and needs, especially after her husband died prematurely of cancer three years ago.



Summer said again to Shirley, “It is alright. Go ahead and touch each one. I promise not to bite.” With that Summer edged closer to Shirley and deftly took Shirley’s right hand and moved it up to her breast. Summer then moved Shirley’s index finger and lightly touched the outline of the piercing of her right breast and then she moved Shirley’s hand across her chest to her left breast where she again touched the outline of the piercing as well as the her nipple with Shirley’s index finger.



Summer could see Shirley’s chest moving and her eyes darting from one breast to the other. Summer released Shirley’s hand, but she did not move it away from her breast. Shirley slowly circled the pierced nipple which made Summer’s erect nipple harden even more. Without evening offering any encouragement, Summer felt Shirley’s left hand cup her right breast and she began to lightly squeeze the breast. Meanwhile, Shirley continued to touch the nipple piercing in Summer’s left breast.



Summer seizing the moment instructed Shirley to pull on both nipple piercings so that she could see that they were permanently fixed in place and that she could see how the nipples would be stimulated by James’ touch. Almost on cue, Shirley began to lightly tug at the English teacher’s nipples. Summer took Shirley’s left hand and slid it to the flesh of her cleavage and then helped Shirley slip inside the sheer bra to Summer’s nipple. Summer grabbed the back of Shirley’s left elbow and pulled it towards her chest. Shirley’s breathing continued to get deeper and Summer could hear slight moans emanating from Shirley’s mouth.



“Shirley, take my breast out of the bra so that you can gain better access to it,” Summer instructed. Shirley did as she was told using both hands to free one and then the other of Summer’s breasts. Now Shirley was lost in Summer’s breasts and because of their height proximity, Shirley was slightly bending over to be able to look more closely at the piercings.



“Shirley, go ahead and touch my nipples with your tongue,” Summer whispered. At the same time she placed her hand on the back of Shirley’s head and moved her towards her breasts. Shirley offered not resistance and quickly took Summer’s right nipple into her mouth. Shirley began tonguing the piercing first and then started to rotate her tongue around the large areola of Summer’s breast. Summer then instructed Shirley to take the other breast into her mouth so that she paid appropriate attention to both nipples. Shirley did as directed without any resistance. Summer quietly enjoyed this new found dominance and quite liked having power over a helpless person.



As Shirley continued to worship the breasts, Summer began to feel her pussy moistening more than when it was first stimulated by the egg that was stuck up into the far reaches of her pussy.



Summer continued pressing Shirley by instructing her, “Shirley I want you to pull on one nipple while you suck the other. While you are doing that, I want to hear you breathe so that I know you are enjoying pleasing me.”



Shirley pulled her lips away from Summer’s breast, looking up into Summer’s eyes said, “Ms. Wayne, I have never ever tasted another woman’s breast before, but yours are wonderful.”



Just then the bell rang signaling the end of second period, which was the shortened period for a high school homeroom. “Shit”, Summer exclaimed as she pulled Shirley away from her breasts. She then said to Shirley, “I do not think we will have a problem with you knowing about my piercings. If you do, I will give you another opportunity to touch and suck my breasts. Are you willing to do that for me Shirley?”



Shirley quickly responded, “Yes Ms. Wayne, it will be our little secret.”



The two women smiled at one another and Summer quickly buttoned her blouse, tucked it into her tight black , checked her make-up to make sure it had not be smeared by her bathroom encounter, checked her hair to make sure the earring was still visible and then gave Shirley a hug as she headed out of the bathroom. Summer smiled to herself and thought that she might have some fun at Shirley’s expense some time in the near future. It was nice to be able to force someone to do something for her pleasure for a change.



Just as she entered the class room, the egg in Summer’s pussy went off. She grabbed the door frame and was thankful that the students had already left for their third period classes. Summer had a planning period right now so she would not be disturbed by any students. But, Summer’s tormentor entered the classroom right behind her as the egg was continuing to work its magic on her pussy.



Todd placed his hand on Summer’s back and moved her towards her desk. Once she reached the edge of the desk, Todd applied pressure to force Summer onto her belly flat down on the desk. As Summer’s breasts touched the desk, she could feel Todd between her legs placing his feet against the insides of her feet as he applied pressure to force her legs open. Because of the tightness of the skirt, Todd had to set the controller down onto Summer’s desk so that he could use both hands to pull the skirt up over her hips.



Once Todd was satisfied that he had complete access to his slut teacher’s ass, he turned off the vibrating egg buried deep in his teacher’s pussy. When she realized that the egg was no longer vibrating, Summer let out a soft moan and quickly said, “Master please turn it back on as I am so close to coming.”



Todd said nothing as he stepped away from the very tempting ass displayed before him. He reached into his back pack and pulled out a red Sharpie medium point pen and he quickly wrote in block print letters, “I am” on Summer’s left ass cheek and “A Slut” on her right ass cheek. He then pulled his handy digital camera out of the back pack and began taking pictures of his outstretched teacher.



Summer, realizing that she was once again being subjected to degrading pictures said to her tormenter, “Master, please don’t take anymore pictures. Don’t you have enough already?”



All Todd did was to walk around to the end of the desk where his English teacher slut’s head was, unzipped his pants, pulled out his now fully erect cock and instructed his slut to raise her head up off the desk and suck his cock. With his camera, Todd was able to catch Summer’s opened mouth just as his cock slide forward. He glanced at the view finder on the back of the camera and he was quite pleased with the image of his cock resting on his slut’s lips.



Todd began fucking his cock in and out of his slut’s mouth and as he grew nearer to orgasm, he reached down and picked up the remote controller for the egg in Summer’s pussy. He flicked the switch on to level 10 on the controller and he immediately saw Summer’s hips press down hard against her desk. He could feel her moaning around his cock that was now deep down his slut teacher’s mouth.



Summer began sucking on her Master’s cock in rhythm with the vibration in her pussy and her hips as she fucked down against her desk. The vibration in her pussy was drawing her ever closer to orgasm, but she remembered that she was not allowed to cum unless she was given permission by her Master. The vibrations were getting her ever closer to the point where she would not be able to control her orgasm.



Todd saw that Summer’s hips were pressing hard down against her desk and he guessed that she was very close to orgasm because of the deep moans emanating from around his cock in his slut teacher’s mouth.



Todd pulled his cock out of his teacher’s mouth with some difficulty as Summer did not want to let it go. He heard her moan a quietly as he pulled away. Summer lay her head back down onto the desk and concentrated on the vibrations in her pussy. But, she knew she could not cum so she begged, “Master please let me cum.”



Todd replied, “Not yet slut. I am not through getting my pleasure and we still have 15 minutes before your next class starts.”



“Oh Master, please let me cum. I am so close,” pleaded Summer.



Todd did not pay any attention to his still outstretched slut. What a picture this was: his teacher laying face down on her desk, her skirt pulled up over her hips, yellow thong stretched tightly against her pussy lips, the gold ring pussy lip piercings quite visible and the hand drawn tattoo on her ass cheeks.



“No slut, I am not through with you yet. Do not cum or you will be very sorry,” said Todd as he slid back between Summer’s spread legs.



Todd reached down and pulled the thin material of the thong and rubbed his fingers against his slut’s pussy lips. The juices from her pussy had soaked the small crotch of the thong and he was able to soak the middle finger of his right hand. He moved the finger to the poor slut’s anal passageway and slowly began to insert his finger. He pulled the finger back out and once again soaked it with the teacher’s pussy juices. When he was fully satisfied, Todd inserted the middle finger back into Summer’s ass and began to slide the finger in and out of the puckered ass hole. Summer realized that the anal stimulation was bringing her ever closer to orgasm began pumping her ass against Todd’s finger and hand.



Todd withdrew his finger and pressed the tip of his cock against the puckered lips of his teacher’s ass hole. Summer pleaded for him to stop, but Todd continued to press against the poor teacher’s ass hole. His cock head suddenly slipped inside and in a matter of seconds Todd was able to slide his cock all the way into his slut’s ass.



Combined with the increasing sensation from the vibrating egg and Todd’s cock now fully imbedded into her ass, Summer pleaded again, “Master, please let me cum.”

A few weeks had gone by. We put focus into working out, and getting into shape. We were both getting busy at work, and add to the fact that Diane’s ex-husband was away, and could not take their son on occasion, Diane had very little free time. We made sure to make time for workouts, and while I would spend time at her home, I still respected her desires. I had not slept over while Sean was there. A couple of times, Diane nearly caved. She appeared to be getting frustrated, and we could not even mesh out lunches together. Being adults, we just grinned and tried to bear it. During this time, I had behaved, and not tried to add to her frustration. The devilish side of me at times wanted to drag her into a dark nook in the office, and get her worked up.



I could imagine pulling her blouse and bra up, latching my lips onto her nipple while sliding my hand up her thigh, under her skirt. Or, rip her panties off, unzip my slacks, and pick her up, sliding her down on to my cock slowly, and then pretending to have heard someone coming in either case, and pulling away to get ourselves presentable again. The idea of Diane walking around the office without any panties on is one of my fantasies. We would be the only ones to know, our private little secret that we kept from all the others.



Diane stopped by my desk, asking me if I would go with her to a wedding in a couple of weeks. Her young cousin was tying the knot, and asked that I accompany her. It would be a day trip, no overnight stay. That was too bad, we could use a night in a hotel, but I agreed to go.



“Good. I have seen your closet, so we are going to have to find something nice for you to wear. Business casual will not do.” she said, remarking on my wardrobe. She was right, the best I had was what I wore to work. I had a couple of suits, but they were very business like. “How about we stop by Bauman’s right after work, then we head to the gym?”



“Ok, what time do you have to get Sean? Might be a short workout.”



“My neighbor is watching him, so I just need to let her know I will be a little later. It should be fine.”



“Works for me.” We planned to meet at the store, then we would head to the gym. Afterwards, she would head home, as would I.



At five, I closed out of my computer, put my paperwork away, and took off, just ahead of Diane. I got to the store, saw they closed at 6, so we had enough time. As I looked over a couple of things, I saw Diane walking in. She stopped near the door, and pulled out her cell phone. She talked for a few minutes, then dialed a number, and talked for a couple more. I was still browsing when she finally came up to me, and told me that Sean’s dad was going to pick him up, and take him to dinner. He would drop him off later, around 10, so we had a little more time. My mind went right to the gutter, but she playing it cool.



I picked out a few things I liked, and she put them back, picking out a few things that she liked. I headed to the changing room, and put them on. She picked a suit, shirt and tie. I have to admit, I did look good in it. I came back out to show her, and she said that was it. I headed back in, and she followed with me with a different pair of pants, same color, but without pleats, she said.



“Here, try these instead. I think the flat front will look better on you.” She sat in the changing room while I tried them on. She decided she was right, and I would get those pants instead.



“So, off to the gym from here?” I asked while beginning to undress.



“Yeah, then I will cook you something so you are not stuck with Hot Pockets for dinner.” She hung the shirt and coat up. I began thinking to many of the dinner she cooked for me. We would end up at the table nude. I felt myself starting to get hard as I thought about those times. My favorite still had to be when I had my tongue in her pussy while she talked to her ex on the phone. When I slid the slacks down, my cock popped out the hole in my boxers, pointing directly at Diane.



“Mmm, someone is having impure thoughts.” She reached her hand out, and gently stroked me. A shiver ran down my spine, the touch was exquisite. She began to lean forward, and I became even more excited. An unsolicited blow job in a changing room would be wonderful. She brought the head to her lips, gave it a quick kiss, running her tongue underneath. She then pulled away. “Now, get dressed so we can get to the gym.” She eyed me with a wicked grin. She would have to pay for that.



I made the purchase, and we departed. I arrived ahead of her again, and went straight into the locker room to change. When she walked out from the locker room, we went to the bikes, and elliptical runners to warm up. Once we were ready, we decided to run a circuit, moving quickly to build up a sweat. The place was empty at the moment, so we had no problems getting to any of the machines. We moved from station to station, working out at the same time. I would do legs, she did shoulders, I did back, she did legs etc. We did this for nearly two hours. Time seemed to fly, and I had a lot of tension built up to burn through.



It was near 8 now, and we were both tired, and drenched in sweat. Diane was a bit out of breath when she asked, “Loosen up in the sauna, then head out after a shower?”



“Why not. Meet you in there.”



I decided that I might as well just keep my shorts on. I stripped off my shirt, shoes and socks. At the last moment, I decided to take off my underwear as well, and just wear the shorts in, if for no other reason that all the heat, and confining the package could be uncomfortable. As I headed out the back exit, Diane got my attention. She just had her head sticking out. “I forgot my suit. Make sure no one is in there for me.” I walked to the sauna, found that it indeed was empty, just like the rest of the place. I walked towards the ladies locker room. She saw me turn the corner. “All clear.” I told her. She stepped out wearing a towel. I blocked her path, causing her to stop just out of the common hallway between the sauna and the locker rooms. I returned the wicked grin she gave me earlier, and quickly pulled the bottom corner of her towel away, finding nothing but bare thigh at first, and a glimpse of her pubic hair as I pulled it further out.



“Very nice.” I told her, and headed for the sauna door. I noticed her chest, shoulders and neck start to turn red as the blush spread into her cheeks.



Once inside, I settled down on the bench. Diane followed, and laid down with her head on my lap. I noticed the opening of her towel was on the inside, easy access for me while keeping somewhat discreet. I let her get comfortable, and rested my arm beside her, then slowly started drawing it up her leg. When I reached the towel, I slipped under it, but before I could get very far, she stopped me.



“Hey now. Be good.” With those words, she got up and turned around. She laid down on her stomach, with her legs towards me. Her knees were against my thigh, and her feet were in the air. “Would you rub my calfs for me? They ache.”



I started with her outside leg, giving it a good rub down. After a few minutes, I moved to the other leg. She rested her head on her arms, relaxed as I moved from ankle to knee. I turned myself slightly, and began rubbing her hamstring, pushing my thumbs gently into the muscle. I worked up a bit, and then back down. Diane let out a sigh, shifting to give me more access to her leg. A few more minutes of this, and I was just rubbing her leg, from butt to knee. She did not mind this contact under her towel. I knew what I wanted to do, and I finally went for it. I started moving my hands back up her leg, and when I reached her butt, I let my left hand keep going. I moved my hand over her cheeks, with my middle finger tracing between. She moaned, and began to voice her protest as I started back down. As she felt my hand retreat, she was quiet again, but as my finger tips reached the top of her thighs, I moved forward again, my middle finger burrowing between the flesh of those globes. I found what I was looking for, and gently probed her ass with my finger, and slowly gained entrance. She inhaled sharply, and began to rise up, but as my finger worked into her ass, she put her head back down, and groaned. She had truly come to enjoy the feeling of having her ass played with.



“Ohhhhhhh, fuck.” I started to twist my finger, moving it in and out. “Ungh, God, don’t stop.” I started picking up my pace, moving my finger a bit faster. She began to move her hips, rolling them with the movement of my finger. She began to mewl, quick little whimpers of pleasure. I could not take much more. It looked like she couldn’t either.



“I need to be inside of you, now.” It was more commanding that I wanted, but it worked, all the same. I pulled my finger from Diane’s ass, and she moved from the bench. She moved in front of me, pulling my shorts down. Once my cock was free, she turned around, facing away from me, and began lowering herself down. I was shocked when she did not guide me to her pussy, but instead she placed the head at her ass, and she began pressing down. The sweat and steam helped, and after a couple of tries, Diane let out several sharp, short gasps as I slid inside of her. She held herself with the head of my cock just inside of her ass.



She pulled up a little, then pushed herself down, forcing me in a little deeper. Up again, straining her sphincter around my cock, then back down again, each time sliding my cock deeper. Finally, Diane was sitting on my lap with my cock as deep inside of her as it could be. All this time, she kept her towel in place. While she rested, I slid my hand into the split on the side, and rubbed my fingers through her pubic hair, and slid my finger down, pressing it on her clit. I felt her clench around my cock as I began rubbing over it, making her squirm on my lap. I moved further down to see just how aroused she was. Her pussy was on fire, her thighs coated in her arousal and sweat. She twisted her body, and planted her lips firmly over mine. Her kissed grew more aggressive as I returned to playing with her pussy. Her ass squeezed me tightly, working to milk the cum from me.



We were sitting directly across the room from the door, but failed to notice that someone had approached. It was only with the sound of the door opening that we realized it. I quickly pulled my hand from under the towel, and Diane sat up straight, but in the shock of the moment, she clenched her ass hard, making me groan. If all of this was not a sure sign of our actions, my shorts laying on the floor were. Her towel did a good job of covering up nearly everything, except for the sides of my legs, and butt cheeks.



“Oh, excuse me.” said the intruder. I looked up to see a female in a one piece suit. She turned her face away from us.



“Uh, no problem.” I replied. I was embarrassed, so Diane must be mortified. The lady who had just walked in, turned back, and must have taken my response as an invitation, because she sat near the door. She moved shyly, uncertain of the situation. She sat down, leaning forward, face towards the floor, or to the door, but not looking at us. I started to lean to my left to pick up my shorts. As I did, Diane let out a muffled moan, bringing me back to upright. I looked over Diane’s shoulders, which were right red at this point to the newcomer. She was now looking our way. I whispered to Diane “Lift up a little so I can grab my shorts.” She glanced back at me. I placed my hands on her hips, and as I put pressure, she lifted just a little. I could not see, but by the looks of our voyeur, Diane was showing her pleasure. I reached over quickly, and brought my shorts to the bench next to me. I looked over Diane’s shoulders again, and saw we were still being watched. Seeing she probably would not be fleeing the room to call the police, I got a little braver. As I was sitting upright again, I lifted my hips, thrusting into Diane again, lifting her higher. I returned to sitting again, pulling out of her ass nearly halfway. I then pulled Diane down to me. She rolled her head forward, but did not resist as I urged her back up again.



In front of this strange woman, Diane began to slide herself up and down on my cock. I took a moment to get a good look at her. She appeared to be a bit younger than us, maybe late 20′s. She was tiny, maybe 5’3″ at most, but had nice figure on a small frame. Her hair was long, dark and straight, pulled back into a pony tail. She kept her eyes low, as if trying to see through the towel that hindered her vision. I slid my hand back under Diane’s towel, making sure to keep everything covered, and slid my fingers between her legs again. She was just as wet as before, finding this to be as arousing as I. I reached forward, and slid two fingers inside of her pussy as she continued to fuck herself on me. I began pumping them out quickly, and Diane responded with a passionate cry. The woman watching us was flushed, and breathing heavy, but otherwise unmoving.



I pulled the towel away at the bottom to provide our companion her first look at our activities. Diane was non the wiser to my actions, but the stranger gasped. Perhaps it was just the scene in general, or the fact that she could see my fingers in Diane’s pussy, and my cock in her asshole. Her legs came together, and she began to squirm. My left hand moved to cup her breast through the towel, and her nipples were evident. I tried to open her towel all the way, but realized she had some clip on the top which held it in place. I pulled the bottom open, allowed me to show her breasts to our guest. I began to pinch and roll her nipple with my free hand. Diane was completely oblivious to everything else but the sensations going through her body, and the fact she was being watched.



I watched as the woman dropped to the floor, and moved closer towards us. I pulled my legs wider apart giving her a better look. She sat, and watched my fingers and cock entering Diane’s body, and I could now see her nipples hardening through her swimsuit. I moved that hand up to her other breast, and began giving it the same treatment, leaving the view of my cock in Diane’s ass unobstructed. She leaned back into me, making the view even better, and that is when the stranger gasped, saying “Oh my God, he’s in your butt.” This shocked Diane back into reality, and she bolted upright, looking at the source of the noise. It was then she realized how much on display she was, and she began to pull the towel back into place.



“We should go.” she said.



“Does it hurt? Having it back there?” the other woman asked, still staring between Diane’s legs.



Diane did not answer. I whispered to her “She has already seen everything, and I think she likes it. Might as well tell her how much you like it.” I started sliding her butt around on my lap, drawing a sigh and a moan. I placed my hands back on her breasts, and returned to rolling her nipples between my fingers, and kissing the back of her neck.



Trying to prod things along, I asked Diane “How does it feel to have me in your ass?” I looked to the woman kneeling in front of us. She looked from Diane’s breasts to my cock moving slightly in her ass. “Go ahead, tell her. She wants to know.”



Diane hesitated, but finally answered. “It feels wonderful.” She finally started moving again, sliding up and down on me.



I watched in alarm and curiosity as the woman brought her hand up to Diane’s thigh. She did not seem to take well to another woman’s touch as demonstrated in the horse costume. This might end the encounter quickly. To my surprise, Diane did not react. Soon, I felt her ass contracting around my cock, and she began letting out sharp cries of pleasure. I could feel the intrusion of the ladies fingers as they worked their way inside of Diane’s pussy. The feel of my fingers was nothing to what I felt now. I wondered, did she have her fist in her? I felt Diane start to shudder, and she yelled out as she had an orgasm. Normally she likes it faster, but this time, our movements were slow and deliberate. I felt her arm come forward as she pulled the woman’s hand away, and she stood up, pulling off of me.



The woman sat back, looking at her hand covered with Diane’s juices. I stood with Diane, and pulled her to me, kissing her. She returned my passion, and reached down to stroke my cock. “I want to cum inside of you.” I told her. “I want to cum in your ass.”



She smiled at me, and I guided her to lay face down on the bench. I moved behind her, and she lifted her ass into the air. I lined my cock up, and slid it deep into her pussy. I pumped inside of her a few times, and pulled out, placing the head against her ass. I looked at the woman on the floor, and motioned her closer for a good look as I entered Diane. With a look of awe while she watched, I pushed inside, stopping only when I was all the way in. Diane exhaled all the while. I gave her a moment to adjust, and began moving, pumping slowly. The stranger sat back to the side, and pulled her swimsuit bottoms aside, and began rubbing her pussy frantically where we could both see her. I found the thought of her rubbing Diane’s juices into her own pussy very erotic, and it spurred me along, moving faster. The exertion was starting to make me light headed in the hot room, but I was going to see it through. I moved faster, Diane grunting, then moaning and panting as I violated her ass. I watched the stranger rub herself, and when she moved a finger back, and tested pressing it into her own ass, I felt the tingles begin. I was getting close. After a couple of tries, she slid three fingers into her pussy, and pumped them quickly.



She began crying out as she came, and I let my own orgasm barrel over me. Diane’s cries had become frantic as she approached her own orgasm. I let out a groan as my cum flew from my cock, deep into her bowels. As I buried myself as far as I could, Diane let out a high pitched noise. Not quite a scream, but she bore down on me and shook violently. Her ass milked the cum from me, and left me spent.



I extracted my cock, and sat back, panting. Diane remain laying on her stomach, chest heaving. I stood up, and helped Diane up, putting endless passion into another kiss, which she returned. I reached down, offering a hand to the woman who just watched us, and helped her up. When she took my hand, I could feel the mixture of Diane’s and her juices on her fingers. This caused my dick to stir a little.



“I’m Amanda.” she said as she rose. “I guess it’s only fair that I introduce myself after that show.” We introduced ourselves as we left the sauna. By the clock in the hallway, this entire scene only took about 20 minutes. I told Diane that we should clean up, and get going, that we did not want to be late for our dinner date, offering an graceful out. As Diane and Amanda headed to the woman’s shower, Diane began to look a little sheepish. I only hoped that she would not later regret this.



I quickly showered off with cold water, and dressed. It was not long before Diane appeared, hair still wet. It looked like she wanted to leave as quickly as possible. We left the building towards are cars.



“Everything OK?” I asked.



“Yeah, it was just strange to be in the showers alone with her after that.”



“No regrets?” She was quiet for a moment. “Really, are you OK with her touching you? She did it on her own, I did not ask her to.” With her silence, I was thinking she may blame me.



She stopped and looked at me. “No, I admit that it felt great. I wanted to stop her, but I couldn’t. It’s hard to explain, but when you are doing things, there is a pattern. The movements are similar.” She began to blush. “It was just so intense not really knowing what was happening. It was such a mixture of feelings looking down at her. I kept wanting to stop her, but she had four fingers in me, and I also hoped she would put it all in.” She was bright red as she recounted the scene. “I wanted her to put her entire hand inside of me. God, is that bad of me?”

9



By the time we’d walked halfway to the lake, Linda (who’s put her bikini top back on) and the guys stopped talking and froze, looking at me as if I were a gunfighter striding ominously into a Dodge City saloon. I realized I could ruin everybody’s vacation with a single word, but I had no desire to do that.



As I reached our blanket, Terry began to say something. I put my finger to his mouth to stop him and then backed away a bit and untied my bikini top. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Linda was removing hers as well now, and Kathy was pulling off her t-shirt.



I kissed Terry on the mouth, then pushed him down and lay next to him, kissing him again, my tongue inside his mouth. I rubbed my sensitive nipples against his chest hair, and felt his cock straining against his bathing suit.



I could hear Kathy and Linda moan, and Carl grunting softly, and knew our friends were making out as well.



Terry reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling my wet pussy into his hard cock. I could feel him grinding against my pussy lips.



If my bikini bottom hadn’t been lined, everybody would be able to see how I was soaking it with my juices.



I wished Terry would reach inside my bikini bottoms and grab my bare ass, but I knew he’d be afraid to do that after my reaction earlier. I’d have welcomed it right now, though. I wanted his hands on my skin, and his fingers working their way down and touching my hot pussy. Let everybody hear me cum: at the rate they were all moaning and groaning, they wouldn’t be very far behind.



Linda and Larry were the first to jump to their feet. “We’ll see you guys later,” Larry said as they began walking quickly back to the house. Linda hadn’t taken the time to put her bikini top back on, so I guess they weren’t even thinking about whether the B&B hosts would see her. For that matter, Larry’s erection must have been quite a sight as well.



Terry was dry-humping me pretty seriously right now. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his bathing suit and began easing it down, wondering how low he’d let it go before he stopped me. I wouldn’t have minded feeling his hard, naked cock pressing against my bikini bottom.



I was just beginning to feel his coarse pubic hair rubbing against my lower belly when he said, “Let’s get back to our room.”



We started to get up, then noticed that Carl and Kathy were gone: they must have returned to the building without saying anything.



So we were alone here.



I pushed Terry down onto his back, and pulled his bathing suit off with a single jerk. His cock was standing straight up like a flagpole.



I pushed my bikini bottoms down my legs and kicked them off, then straddled Terry until the head of his cock was rubbing between my pussy lips. I thought about teasing us both for another few seconds, but we’d both just gone through ten minutes of the most intense foreplay.



I pushed my body down hard, driving Terry’s cock deep into my pussy. We were naked outside, in the warm sun, by a beautiful lake, fucking. I don’t think I’d ever been more aroused.



I began thrusting my body down against Terry’s, as fast as I could and as hard as I could. It felt as if he was going deeper inside me with each stroke. If his cock weren’t so hard, I’d probably be hurting him.



I heard myself grunting as well as groaning. It was loud, and I knew the sound was probably carrying, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t care if our friends came back, if our parents showed up and began watching us, if the Pope were standing right next to us.



“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” I kept saying.



I’m pretty sure I screamed when I came, and I know I felt dizzy for a moment, but I never stopped fucking Terry as hard as I could. Finally Terry began to cum — I don’t know how he lasted as long as he had — and he seemed to just cum and cum and cum some more. I slowed my fucking motions, because I didn’t want to hurt him as his cock softened.



But when he finished cumming, he was still hard.



He took a few seconds to catch his breath, then said “Get on all fours.”



I moved myself into the doggy position, feeling naked and exposed, my bare ass and pussy in view of anybody who might be coming over from the house, Terry’s cum dripping out of my pussy, my small tits hanging down. I loved it.



Terry moved behind me and slowly, very slowly, eased his hard cock into my pussy, a pussy slick with both my juices and his cum. He fucked me gently for 15 minutes, and I had several small orgasms — I’d already had my big, screaming orgasm for the afternoon — and after Terry came, we kissed, then got dressed and went back to the house.



10



We took the bus into town the following morning. Kathy and I headed to a small clothing store we’d seen last time She wanted to buy herself a bikini: she wanted a two-piece in case we had another topless-bathing session, and she didn’t want to have to borrow Linda’s bikini bottoms again. Linda was off to a quilting store a few blocks away. The guys wanted to check out a handmade furniture store (Larry was into woodworking) and a fishing supply store.



I was in the market for some cute summer clothing. The last couple of days had made me feel sexier than I had for a while, and I wanted some new clothing to show it off better. I was wearing a flirty sundress today, the same one I’d worn that time when Terry had had his way with me in the movie theatre, and I was looking for more of the same.



I didn’t get a chance to try anything on, though, because every few minutes Kathy was calling me into her dressing room to check out another bikini. She didn’t like how any of the tops fit her — few bikini tops were made for her bustline — and finally I convinced her that since she’d probably only wearing the bikini on occasions when she’d be removing the top, it really didn’t matter all that much. She decided on a suit with a top that fit better than the one she’d borrowed from Linda, but which still covered only the front of her breasts, leaving a lot of the tops, bottoms and sides exposed. The bottom covered her ass and pussy decently enough but it was very high-cut, with little more than a string’s-worth of material around her hips. She could wear this as a two-piece without being cited for indecent exposure, but she’d certainly attract a lot of attention.



She paid for the suit, and then left for the quilting store.



Back in my own dressing room, I pulled off my sundress and put on a pair of cotton shorts I’d picked out. I wasn’t sure about them: they were comfortable, but they might have been a bit too short for a woman my age. I looked at myself in the mirror, naked except for a pair of short-shorts, my socks and my sneakers: not as eye-catching as Kathy, perhaps, but not at all bad for a woman less than two years from her thirtieth birthday.



I heard the door to the shop open. “May I help you, sir?”



“I’m looking for my wife,” I heard Carl tell her.



“Carl,” I called out, “can you come in here for a minute? I want your opinion on something.”



There was a hesitation, then “Go ahead,” the shop girl said.



Carl opened the dressing room door just enough to slip in, then closed it behind himself. Then he noticed me and backed away a bit. “Um… you don’t have a shirt on.”



“Carl,” I said, “you’ve seen me topless yesterday and the day before. I think it’s okay for you to see my tiny titties at this point.”



“I guess so,” he said.



Of course, it was a bit more awkward here just the two of us, enclosed in a small room, but I wasn’t going to let it bother me.



“So what do you think?”



“They’re very nice,” he said, but he seemed to be glancing at my tits. The nipples were getting hard and sensitive. They knew I was standing half-naked in a changing room with a man who wans’t my husband.



“What’s very nice?”



“The shorts,” he said quickly. “They look good on you.”



“Not too small?” I asked, referring to both the breasts and the shorts.



“They’re perfect,” he said.



“Thanks,” I told him, then pushed them down my legs and threw them onto the bench. I knew I was pushing things — but after all, he’d seen me wearing nothing but my bikini bottoms yesterday, and my panties covered a lot more skin than they did.



I pulled on a short skirt, which turned out to be shorter on me than I’d thought. “I don’t know…” I said.



“Turn around,” he said.



I turned.



“No,” he said, “not unless you’re okay with… uh… your panties showing every time you move.”



“Thanks,” I said. “I guess I’m too old for miniskirts anyway.”



I started to pull them off, and stumbled. Carl grabbed at me, caught me at my upper chest just to the sides of my breasts, then almost dropped me as he let go of me as if he’d burned his hands and tried grabbing me again at the waist.



“Sorry,” we both said at once.



I got the skirt off without further incident and said “One more,” changing into the sundress I’d picked out. It had very narrow straps, and was a little shorter than the one I’d been wearing, with a bit of a v-neck that would have shown some cleavage if I’d had any to show. I spun around in front of Carl, and he gave me a thumbs up.



I was just starting to take it off when I heard the salesgirl say “Ma’am, if you’ll send your husband out, I have the other item you asked about. I found it in your size in the back.”



My husband? Well of course, why wouldn’t she think Carl was my husband, after he came in here looking for his wife and ended up in my dressing room?



Carl opened the door slightly, grabbed the bikini she’d found, then closed the door again. As I stood there in my panties, we both looked at the bikini: it was one thing for Carl to watch me changing into the shorts and skirt and sundress, because he’d already seen me wearing this little — but I’d have to get completely naked in front of “my husband” to try on the bikini. No, that wasn’t going to happen.



“I think I’ll wait on the bikini,” I called out to the salesgirl. Damn, and I really liked it. I was tempted, but I also knew it was probably a very bad idea.



I adjusted my sundress and we left the dressing room and I paid for the shorts and the new sundress. I thanked Carl for his help and we were just getting ready to leave the store when Terry walked in and said to the salesgirl, “Hi, I’m looking for my wife,” and then noticed me and said “Oh, there you are.”



The salesgirl looked confused, and I led Terry and Carl quickly out of the store before she could say anything.



11



We’d all planned to meet back at the lake after lunch; but when Kathy, Carl, Terry and I arrived, Linda and Larry were already there. Larry had his camera out — photography was his hobby, and he had some expensive equipment — and he was shooting portraits of Linda standing topless by the lake. “Hey there,” he said, barely looking at us. “Why don’t you girls keep your tops on, which is a sentence I never thought I’d say, and I’ll get some nice photos of you alone, then some with your guys, and I can e-mail them to you when we all get home?”



“Aw, why do we have to keep our tops on?” Kathy asked.



“So you can share your vacation photos with your parents,” Larry said.



“Have you seen Kathy’s new bikini?” Carl asked. “I don’t think we could show pictures of that to anybody’s parents. Ouch,” he said as Kathy smacked his arm. “That bruise is going to show up in the photo, you know. Everybody’s going to know how mean you are to me.”



I have to admit I felt a bit jealous: I’d planned on wearing a hot new bikini this afternoon too, but of course I couldn’t tell anybody why I’d had to leave it behind.



Larry took dozens of photos in all — thank God digital has replaced film — of Kathy, me, Carl and Kathy, and Terry and me. When we were done, Terry said to Larry “What about some of you and Linda together? I know my way around an SLR.”



“Sure, thanks,” Larry said, as Linda put her top back on.



After Terry had taken a bunch, I took off my top and said to him “Now some of me that we CAN’T send to our parents.”



“Are you sure?” Larry asked. “It wasn’t just the parent thing. I figured you’d feel funny about me having half-naked photos of you. I mean, I’d send you copies and then delete them from my disk, of course…”



“I trust you,” I said. “You’re not planning to post there all over the Internet, are you?”



“Of course not,” Larry said.



“Just kidding. Are you okay with this?” I asked Terry.



“Sure. I’d love to have some dirty pictures of you for my private collection. I think we’re better off with Larry taking them, though: it’s his camera and he knows what he’s doing the best.”



I posed for maybe a dozen photos, from silly, to attempts to be sultry ( I don’t really do “sultry”) to outright sexual — or at least a sexual as I can get when a friend is taking the photos and other friends and my husband are watching.



Larry took a dozen of Kathy, and then said, “I have an idea for a shot: Carl, get in the photo. Kathy, get in front of him, facing him, and give him a hug. This way the camera sees you’re only wearing bikini bottoms, but your breasts aren’t showing at all, so we get sexual but not R-rated.”



He took a few of these, and then had Terry and me copy the pose.



“Any other ideas?” Larry asked. Linda called Kathy and me over and told us what she had in mind. Kathy and I put our tops back on, and Linda took the camera from Larry and said, “Now it’s your turn. Just stand over there.” He stood by the lake, Kathy and me at his sides. “We’re going for the James Bond look, with the two girls in bikinis draped over you.” We each hung onto one of Larry’s arms. “Now Larry,” Linda said, “look suave. You’re 007.”



“I’m Bond,” he said seriously as we pressed our bodies against him. “Larry Bond.”



“Perfect,” Linda said,” snapping a couple of shots.



“Good morning, Miss Moneypenny,” he said as Linda snapped two more shots.



“Last one.” Linda said. “You girls are ready?”



“Ready,” we both said.



“Three… two…” Just as Linda said “two,” Kathy and I each grabbed a side of Larry’s bathing suit and pulled it down to his ankles. “One,” Linda said, taking the shot.



‘Hey,” Larry said.



“Why should only you have souvenir photos?” Linda asked, giggling. She zoomed in on Larry’s erect penis. Kathy and I were getting an eyeful as well (figuratively speaking).



“Linda,” Kathy said, “you might need a much wider lens for this.”



“3D lens, more likely,” I said. Actually, neither Kathy nor I knew anything about camera lenses, but we were amusing ourselves. Also, neither one of us wanted to blurt out what was really on our minds: “Holy shit, that is a huge cock.”



Fortunately, Carl and Terry both thought it was hysterical that their wives had exposed Larry’s cock. We hadn’t thought about it, but they might not have been to happy about our plan.



“I’m sorry dear,” Linda lied, walking over to us and handing me the camera. “Let me help you.” She knelt down, grabbed Larry’s bathing suit and eased it back up his legs. His cock was almost in her face as the bathing suit was almost all the way up, and she gave the tip a quick little kiss before she tucked it into the suit.



“You did not just do that,” Kathy said.



“Did what?” Linda asked.



“You kissed his cock,” I said. “I saw it too.”



“No I didn’t.”



I don’t think she even realized she’d done it. I handed the camera to Terry. “It’s okay, that was totally hot kissing his cock in front of all of us. Give us a replay, then. Let’s see what it is you thought you did. Maybe we’re wrong.”



“Uh… sure,” Linda said, taking Larry’s bathing suit back down to his knees. Clearly he thought he should have a say in all this, but he also knew he’d just had his cock kissed and was willing to have it happen again.



Linda began pulling the bathing suit back up again, as Terry snapped photos. Just before she tucked Larry’s cock inside again, she gave it a kiss; then she froze. “Shit, you’re right, I must have done it without thinking about it.”



“Hold that pose,” Terry said, and Linda brought her mouth back to the tip of Larry’s cock. We could see it beginning to throb.



I could see a glint in Linda’s eye. “Would this make a better photo?” she asked Terry, wrapping her lips around the head of Larry’s cock and giving it a slight suck along with the kiss.



“Yes, definitely,” Larry said.



“Want to see something impressive?” Linda asked Kathy and me.



“Sure,” we both said.



Linda knelt directly in front of Larry and slowly took the entire length of his cock into her mouth.



Terry was filming the entire blowjob.



Yes, it was sexy as all hell, but I wanted him to pay attention to me and give me some attention. I took my top off, then slid my bottoms down my legs and off, very aware that I was the first of us girls to get naked in front of the whole group. Hard to believe a couple of days ago I was afraid to take off my shirt.



I stepped between Terry and the blowjob he was filming, which was the first he noticed I’d taken everything off. Not only wasn’t he angry, but he adjusted the camera’s focus and began photos of me nude and outdoors. Nobody had ever taken photos of my pussy before, and somehow knowing that these photos would be in Larry’s camera made it even hotter.



I turned, letting Terry take some pictures of my ass, and then told him to put the fucking camera down and fuck me. He replaced the lens cap and placed the camera carefully onto Larry and Linda’s blanket, while I laid down on my back on our blanket. He stripped off his bathing suit on his way back to me, and slid his cock into me, no foreplay necessary for either of us.



I had the sudden crazy thought that if I’d known a few hours ago that Carl was going to see seeing me naked, I’d have been able to try on that damn bikini all.



It was hard, noisy sex, and the fact that our friends could hear us made it even hotter. somebody at some point must have picked up the camera again because when Larry showed us the photos, there was a perfect shot of me cumming.



I never got to see Larry’s huge cock shoot its semen down Linda’s throat; when I glanced over at them again, Linda was lying on the blanket, completely naked, her legs spread, Larry’s face buried in her shaven pussy, working his tongue over her clit. It was so hot watching this: I felt as I were being fucked and eaten at the same time.



I’d never cum like this before. My orgasms were coming so close together, it was like one long orgasm that never ended.



Terry was still hard; but we’d had sex so many time over the last couple of days, it was taking too long for him to cum — and I couldn’t take it anymore.



I pushed him off of me. He didn’t understand at first, but then I got on all fours and told him to do something we’d been discussing for months: “Fuck me in the ass,” I told him.



I hoped it worked, since Terry really needed to cum. His cock was dripping with my pussy juices and his precum, though, so I knew he should be able to get inside my virgin asshole.



His cock slid in with no problem. He went slowly. It hurt a little at first but it was also hot, very different from having a cock in my pussy, but sexy in a different way. As it began to stop hurting, I told him to fuck my ass harder. I could feel it: I was going to cum again from Terry’s cock in my ass.



In this position, we could both watch Carl fucking Kathy just a few feet away.



Finally, making a noise that sounded like he was being strangled, Terry came, shooting his cum into my bowels. And feeling this for the first time, I did cum again — differently than before, but still intensely.



He pulled out of me slowly and we both lay back on the blanket, exhausted. Larry and Linda were also done, and Larry was holding the camera, recording Carl and Kathy’s lovemaking for posterity. Then Carl closed his eyes and, sighing, came into Kathy’s pussy.



When it was all over, we all lay on our backs, on our respective to towels, exhausted and feeling more than a little bit awkward. It was difficult to make eye contact with one another with the distraction of all those cocks, breasts and pussies.

My acting career was doing well. I had worked nonstop for six months and my checking and savings accounts were at their best level in my seven years in the acting industry.



As the sidekick to the hero of a Spanish soap, I had earned seventy eight thousand dollars in five months of work. This was followed –or sandwiched in- with two regional TV commercials, a small part in an independent film shot in Palm Beach and a few lines in a big budget film shot in Key West. I had earned over a hundred thousand in the first half of the year and I was contracted to the starring role in a thriller set in Miami. It was going to pay only thirty-five thousand –peanuts for a starring role- but it was a low budget project and provided me with my first opportunity as the main player.



I needed a vacation and I could count on at least two weeks of down time until the thriller started shooting. I decided to bake in the sun, inhale reefer smoke and wash it down with Chilean wine, eat some shrimp and steak and have sex with Gina or Lynn, or both, my two loving cougars.



Gina is a thirty six year old Puerto Rican with killer legs, a terrific ass, nice breasts and an amazing lack of inhibitions. Twice divorced with two kids, she is a video editor that often works on the soaps. At home she is a conservative well bred PTA mother. On more private moments she is into sex in public places, rough dirty talk and role playing.



Lynn is a very fit woman in her early forties with short, layered hair, a hard body and lots of energy. Lynne is also divorced, no kids and is a partner in a shoe boutique where a pair of designer shoes cost a small fortune. She –like Gina- swings both ways and the three of us have had magnificent sexual adventures together.



One of the most recent escapades took place in the Florida Keys. Lynne, the athletic type, owns an old, eighteen foot single sail boat which took the three of us away for a weekend, to an uninhabited key a few knots west of Big Pine.



Wisely, we did not go within mosquito season. The night air was pleasant and we were the only souls in this two acre clump of land in surrounded by dark water. It was cozy and we had good food –sandwiches, potato salad, cheeses, fruits, and most important, wine and weed.



It did not take long for us to shed our bathing suits, smoke a couple of bowls and finish of a bottle of Chilean wine. After that it did not take long either for Gina to be naked on the sand with Lynn above her, touching, probing, kissing, nibbling her ears and neck while I kneeled next to them, rubbing my cock on their flesh, my fingers fondling cunts, caressing ass, teasing nipples.



I screwed both of them and they both performed oral sex on me while I was flat on my back, looking at the stars above while two tongues licked my shaft and testicles. When I was ready to explode, Lynn’s mouth closed over my cock, her teeth nibbling my dick’s head. The orgasm into her mouth was intense, savage, totally amazing.



Later that night after more fine smoke and wine, I took Gina’s ass, pounding her rear as she laid face down on the beach blanket, her hips pushing back asking me for more. Gina is extremely vocal while Lynn is the opposite, her sexual conversation usually limited of moans and grunts.



We slept on blankets in the sand, went for an early morning nude swim and I fucked Lynn in the water, her legs curled around the back of mine, her cunt impaled by my cock as she clung to me and Gina stood next to us, her hands caressing my balls and Lynn’s tight ass.



It was a memorable weekend picnic on a clump of rock and grass surrounded by a green and pale blue Ocean.



Now, after weeks and weeks of non-stop work, I needed an adventure like that to charge up my erotic ego.



I made plans with both but my first day of vacation would start with a meeting with a friend named Manning, who had insisted on a face to face over breakfast at a restaurant on Ocean Drive.



Manning is an interesting character. I’ve seen many like him in my six years as a professional actor. Manning is a fringe member of the film industry, with a pinch of legitimacy to his alter ego claims.



In reality, he is a wealthy businessman in his late thirties or early forties with a small paunch and a carefully groomed appearance. Manning’s father owns twenty-four dry cleaners spread out over ten cities in the Miami Dade County area. Manning stumbled through college and from there went straight to the vice presidency of his old man’s company with a six figure salary, a Mercedes-Benz car and twenty per cent of the company stock, a graduation gift from his parents.



He has worked for his father since then, at least fifteen years, probably more. Manning owns an estate home in Miami Beach, a Jag, a Mercedes, a customized van, a stunning trophy wife named Denise and a sizable stock portfolio that holds its own even in a bad economy, for his investments are all in public utilities and carefully selected high technology shares.



That is Manning but there is also the other Manning, film and theatrical producer, a bon vivant showbiz man all the way.



It started a few years ago, when the socially active dry cleaner executive was asked by a friend to a fund raiser for a local community theatre. Manning liked show business and he donated a five thousand dollar tax deduction. He was thrilled when his name appeared in the program, acknowledging him –and a dozen others- as a producer of the performances.



Suddenly, producer sounded impressive, glamorous, a lot better than dry cleaning businessman.



Building up a resume for his new alter ego, Manning entered into his new fantasy life with determination. He financially backed a community play annually in which he picked up another hefty tax deduction and in the last five years he has been an investor in two local, low budgets independent films, in which I had modest feature roles. The movies were made cheap but they had fair plot and good directing. Still, they were shoddily marketed and Manning lost about forty grand in the first one and maybe broke even in the second.



Point is that Manning has been a film and theater producer for seven or eight years and has never made a dime in the industry and has in fact, lost tens of thousands in his investments, but he does not care; he is acting out a fantasy life, playing a role. Ask him what he does for a living and out will come a fancy engraved card proclaiming him a film and theatre entrepreneur, impressing the unknowing.



Manning is always talking film deals and projects that never happen. Although he is a tiny starving fish in a large ocean, he sees himself as a Swordfish, but he is harmless and has in fact helped a number of actors –myself among them- by sponsoring projects.



For a few weeks back about four years, we had whored together and hung out at bars before he started dating Denise and married her quickly.



One of our best adventures together had been with a woman named Lisa. She was in her late thirties and had been fairly cute but extremely insecure. In search of self esteem she redid her image with all those injections for cheekbones and lips, resulting in her looking like a cartoon drawing. She thought she looked glamorous but I thought it was pathetic.



Lisa was married but her husband traveled a lot, so she had time to screw around. She claimed that Manning had been her first cheating experience and I can’t say yes or no on that, but I can tell you she went nuts for him.



She had low self esteem and was a perfect target for Manning’s show bizz persona. She was living a bland marital relation and suddenly she is being courted by a film and theater producer who wears designer suits and owns an eighty-thousand dollar car. He takes her to his estate home in Miami Beach and she sees a wall full of plaques and photos. Mind you, there are no plaques from chambers of commerce or photos of his dry cleaning empire. Instead, every photo on the wall is related to his theatre and film activities: posters of his two movies, framed programs of theatrical productions, a gratitude plaque from a community theater, a second plaque from an acting troupe, photos of Manning on the sets, as well as photos with local celebrities, taken at charity dinners. After seeing all this, her only option was to be flattered and taken.



It wasn’t long before Manning talked her into a threesome, bringing me over to become the new addition to their sex life. He had shown her a video of one of his movies where I play a bartender in a mob bar and told her that if she wanted it, she could be fucked by a movie star, which was an exaggeration as to my status in the industry. To her, however, I was a bona fide movie star and she eagerly agreed to meet me. Despite her caricature face, she did have a nice body with a thick bush, also being most willing to participate. While her husband was off on a business trip to Alabama, I fucked Lisa in all three holes as did Manning.



She sucked cock better than most, willing to please, hoping for a compliment or a pat on the head for a shaft well blown. She fucked the same way, adapting to please, working with the dominant rhythm being imposed, opening up cunt and ass for easier penetration, pushing back against the meat that ravaged her, tightening her cunt to hold the cock inside her, moving with purpose, grinding, humping, pushing onto a savage climax.



Manning ordered Lisa around as a director does an actress. On one occasion he had her squatting on a coffee table, masturbating while she begged us to fuck her ass, saying her husband never did her that way, then on all fours on the table I took her rear hole, my cock impaled between her clenched ass cheeks. The orgasm was intense, my meat pulsing inside her, filling her ass with my warm cream.



On a weekday when her husband was away, we had Lisa perform a strip at an amateur night contest. This was not easy, because she was afraid someone might recognize her, so we drove to Naples, about eighty or ninety miles away from Miami, where no one knew her. She was nervous at first, but adapted quickly and enjoyed the situation. Afterwards, we stopped in a rest area of the Everglades and fucked her on a picnic table.



Manning shared Lisa with me several times until he met Denise, his party animal days coming to an end. Since marrying Denise he was only seen at local premieres and benefit dinners, hardly ever at a nightclub or activity event.



Denise is a sizzler of a woman. A few years older than me, in her mid thirties, she is of average size with milk white skin, red hair, brown eyes, generous wide lips, natural perfect breasts, a very desirable full ass and firm thighs. She is very sensuous, extremely desirable; Denise can make any man conjure up instant sexual fantasies.



Our breakfast was buffet style so I loaded a plate with grapes, slices of oranges and pears, square chunks of watermelon and some mini corn muffins. That and a tall glass of mango juice made up my breakfast while Manning enjoyed a plate of eggs, Spanish sausage and home fries washed down with a pitcher of water.



Manning talked about a possible film venture which did not sound promising, but I humored him because it’s always better to be nice than to be aloof.



The conversation came to a stop and we ate in silence for about a minute before he decided to start on another topic.



“Eduardo,” he said, “I really think highly of you. You are a fine actor and you treat all directors and producers with respect. I never heard you bad mouth anyone and based on our partying around days I have come to the conclusion that you are both uninhibited and discreet, which is a very rare combination.”



“Thanks. I appreciate that…”



“What I am about to propose is something you won’t turn down.”



“Good, but I must tell you I am under contract for a film that starts shooting in two weeks, so I won’t be available for at least a month.”



“No,” Manning said, “this is not about the industry. What I am offering is a sexual evening with my wife.”



“I did not expect that,” I answered, “Not at all. How does she feel about this?”



“Fine, she’s ready. Let me explain. For as hot as she looks, Denise is practically a novice in sex. She lost her cherry to her first college boyfriend and married the second one. Her marriage lasted six years and I came along and married her four years ago. Her first two lovers were very sexually orthodox and boring and she did not know any better.”



“So you have enlightened her.”



“She is very good at sex, multi-orgasmic but very straight…missionary position mostly, some oral, seldom anal and nothing else. The first two, almost three years were frustrating. I would try to spice things up but she was negative. She refused to watch porn, would not attend any kind of sex show, even in another city. Nothing worked. I was almost resigned to a life of vanilla sex until about a year and a half ago. Her old man fell ill and his medical plan did not cover all expenses. I took him to a specialist, covered anything the insurance did not pay and paid some of his groceries and bills for six months. I spent around eighty grand and now the old man is fine.”



“You know, Eduardo,” Manning said, “I did it because I love my wife and it was the right thing to do. Denise was very grateful and said she would do anything I wanted, so I told her that all I wanted was for her not to be so negative sexually. I told her I would never force her into anything but only asked that she have an open mind.”



“And she has, I gather.”



“It has taken a full year to get to this level. I started with watching porn films, the best quality I could find so she would not be turned off. She wanted to please but was very hesitant, until the grass and wine loosened her inhibitions and she came to enjoy the films. This was followed by toys, vibrators, sex garments, restraints and some public sex on a beach, a boat and in my office after hours. She was nervous but very excited and we had great sex.”



I nodded, feeling my meat twitch in my pants as I pictured Denise naked on a beach or leaning over a desk, exposing, offering her holes.



“After that came attendance of a sex show on a trip to New Orleans and a visit to a male strip joint in Palm Beach. The sex show and the male strip club really turned her on. She kept wondering aloud how could people perform sex or undress in front of others, but behind her questioning there was a sense of awe and sexual excitement. She even remarked about the different dancers and when I asked her which ones she liked the best she mentioned two, so that night while we were in bed I kept telling her that those men were with her, inside her, rubbing their cocks on her face and she had a climax that surpassed any she ever had before.”



“Last month we went to a swinger’s club and although she did not participate, seeing couples –including lesbians- performing sex a few feet away from her drove her wild. On our way back home she gave me a blow job in the car and we fucked right on the living room when we arrived home, because she wanted it so bad we never made it to the bedroom. Later she told me that she had seriously considered joining the orgy but she would feel more comfortable with someone we know. Your name came up and she liked the idea, so we fucked a second time and we used your name and she was calling out your name and asking you to fuck her deep and hard.”



“Manning,” I said, “your conversation is giving me a boner.”



“I take that as a yes, then? You will have my wife?”



“With eternal gratitude.”



“Eduardo,” he said as he finished his breakfast, “This is very important to me. For years, before I married, I was into threesomes, foursomes, anything interesting. I love my wife and I want her to enjoy sex as much as I do. If she does not like this, I’ll be back to square one, bland one-on-one sex for the rest of my life. If on the other hand, she really enjoys it, I will be a very happy camper.”



“I’ll do my best to please.”



“Eduardo, we have to script this well and stage it properly,” he said in his self portrayal of a theater and film producer.



“It’s your show, Manning.”



“It will be a role playing period piece,” he announced, “Denise likes TV shows like “Spartacus,” “Rome,” “The Tudors,” stuff like that.”



“So will it be Roman or Middle Ages?” I asked.



“Roman. They had better orgies.”



Manning had it all planned out and we talked another hour that morning and several times on the phone afterwards, agreeing on a time and place and explicit details of likes and dislikes. I added a couple of ideas, including adding Lynn and Gina who loved role playing- to the cast. Manning even made arrangements with a costume company for garments.



It happened five days later, on a Saturday night. During those days Manning prepared the show. On Friday, a delivery service brought me a box with three costumes. There were two pairs of tan leather sandals that tied to above the ankle, two cream colored short – three inches above the knees- togas for Lynn and Gina. As for myself, I also had the same type of sandals and a royal blue toga that came down to just above my ankles.



Manning’s home is a two million plus Spanish colonial style mansion in Miami Beach. The center courtyard has a custom pool with a grotto look and a white marble deck. When we arrived, Manning –dressed in a red toga- told us to make ourselves at home and wait for them by the pool.



He had set the stage well. The pool deck was light by candles which produced a reddish hue over the Roman orgy scenario. The house that wrapped around the pool, although new, had a rustic look, with stucco walls and balconies with highly polished wood railings. The pond like grotto pool with dark boulders and the white marble deck could almost be a decent shooting location for a period piece.



Manning had excelled in the furnishings. Obviously, he had been planning this event for weeks, for the furniture he had bought or rented was not common. The marble deck contained on one side of the pool a large exercise mat –ten by ten- covered with a burgundy blanket. On the other side, there were a half dozen curule style Roman chairs, a couple of love chair couches, a wooden massage table with a tray of oil bottles and a second sizable table covered with a tray of fresh fruit, several cheeses, a Serrano ham and a dozen bottles of Italian wines and sangria. Even the drinking goblets were stage props, more for a Centurion than for modern man.



The chairs were arranged in a circle and in the middle there was a large Turkish hookah pipe, with a half dozen sucking hoses and a bowl the size of a coffee cup, filled with red and green marihuana.



Gina, being into role playing, nodded respectfully.



“This guy really knows how to role play,” she said.



I agreed. The only modern technology in the set consisted of piped in music playing soft harp and flute sounds.



The Manning house went dark and the scene around us seemed even more of another time and place. As an actor I was enjoying myself.



Manning and Denise joined us at the candle lit deck. Denise wore a white toga that came down to her knees. She looked sensational, red hair well groomed; makeup well applied, her breasts pushing against the toga fabric, her milk white legs showing as porcelain under the candle glow.



I was in character. Manning and his wife wanted a role playing situation and I was an actor; I had done research on Rome in the internet and after the salutations and introductions, as we sat down to drink wine and puff on the hookah pipe, I began talking about Rome as though we were living in the era.



I talked about Roman art and foods while we drank a smooth wine and smoked a very strong weed. Denise had been fairly quiet, occasionally smiled nervously and I could not tell if she was afraid or anxiously willing, or perhaps both.

One long and boring afternoon I was sitting in my office in the city surfing the Internet. I looked at what seemed like a hundred different sites before I stumbled across one that featured nudism. I was quickly pulled in by the thought of mass nudity and eagerly logged onto the site looking for some fun photos. The site seemed very well constructed and allowed me to search for places to get naked. The site’s menu was great and allowed me to select a place based on its geographical region, state or city.



I selected my state and anxiously waited for the homepage to pop up. When it did I was almost shocked to discover there were five different clubs relatively close to me. One was a nudist resort / social club that was located less than one hundred miles from where I live and work. I selected the link and the site appeared before my eyes. The resort was located in a wooded rural area in the southern portion of the state. The site featured some great stuff and included a discreet aerial photo showing the tiny resort nestled quaintly away in the forest.



I clicked the “About us” bar from the page and a photo of a naked couple probably in their late forties or early fifties appeared. They were standing hand in hand beside a sign which read; Welcome to The Oasis, stay with us if you can bare it! The couple was average in size and appearance. So I continued to browse the site. I learned a great deal about the site as I clicked the various menu bars. I read on about the club and became very intrigued. After about fifteen minutes or so I decided to e-mail them.



In my e-mail I asked if I could attend one of their weekly open houses that were featured on the website. The site included a list of rules, a detailed map with directions on how to get there, a complete schedule of events and several very revealing photos of members enjoying the facilities. The resort featured a large outdoor pool and hut tub, clubhouse with a bar and a jukebox, a dance floor, foosball and pool tables, a large shower house, horseback riding, a small fishing pond, several cabin size cottages and much more.



Along with numerous photos were member testimonials, a schedule of events, and the club rules. After carefully reading the rules I determined the Oasis was indeed for me. I hate missing a good chance to see or be naked! The rules included that no one under the age of eighteen was allowed in and that it was an adult’s only social club. Always carry a towel with you, and do not consume alcoholic beverages openly outside of any of the buildings, and last but not least; couples and outgoing singles are always welcome. Most importantly outward displays of excitement and/or affection were not permitted in open areas. Without further hesitation I sent the e-mail. Later that day an e-mail alert appeared on my screen with a reply. I anxiously opened the message to find that I had indeed been invited to come and get my feet wet so to speak at the Oasis. The e-mail was from a woman named Jan. I also received a copy of an invite letter along with directions to show it to the person at the front gate upon my arrival. Presenting the letter would be the only way I would be allowed to enter their club grounds. I was very excited and couldn’t wait for the weekend to get here.



The open house went from noon until four every Sunday. The e-mail said that I would be given a guided tour the grounds and would be allowed to visit with the members and experience what the club had to offer before deciding whether I wanted to drop five hundred dollars for the cost of a single membership. Membership fees for a couple ran two hundred and fifty dollars. The e-mail also said that I could take the tour with my clothes on or off, it was my choice. Being a bit of an exhibitionist I didn’t struggle very long deciding how I would choose to take the tour.



When Sunday came I woke early, shaved, showered, and hit the road. The club was only about eighty miles away but the roads there were all country two lane. Filled with anticipation, I finally drove upon a gravel road about half mile off the state route. The gravel lane was marked only with the wooden silhouette of a palm tree painted black. I eased my SUV into the drive and followed the winding road almost a quarter of a mile before I came upon a small clearing with a large electric gate with a small shack with a stop sign outside.



I pulled up to the stop sign and stopped. A young well-tanned woman stepped out of the shack and approached the driver’s side of my car. She had curly thick auburn hair that flowed to almost the middle of her back. She was wearing cut off denim shorts and a black bikini top which did very little to cover much of her large round breasts, sandals and dark sunglasses, pretty normal attire for late August.



“Hello.”, she purred in a very sexy voice. “Can I help you?” she asked, politely flashing me a smile as she approached.



I told her my name and added that I was here for the open house.



“Well Richard, loose the last name.” she said. “People here are very discreet and last names are seen as an invasion of privacy and that’s kind of frowned upon. My name’s Carrie and I’ll be your tour guide”, she said as she went over and grabbed a clipboard from the tiny window ledge of the shack and placed a check mark beside my name. She then picked up the telephone and asked someone to take over for her at the front gate. She said the she had a tour and needed to be relieved.



Soon an older gentleman with salt and pepper colored hair appeared at a walk through gate located next to the shack wearing swim trunks and pulling on a white T-shirt.



“Thanks Wally, I needed a break.” she said patting him on the back.



The young woman then hopped into the passenger side of my Hummer and pointed towards the opening gate.



“Pull inside this gate and we’ll find a place to park.” she directed. Just inside the gate was good-sized gravel parking area with probably thirty or forty cars in it, but several open spots were still available.



A little beyond the parking area was a long wooden privacy fence with a building at one end. On the end of the small building there was a screen door and a sign that simply read locker room. We entered that building and were quickly greeted by a naked older woman who handed me a combination lock and a locker number.



“Come on, twenty seven is over here I’ll show you.” said my sultry chaperone. We walked down past two or three rows of lockers before she turned to her right. “Here we go.” she said as she opened the locker.



“Now get undressed and I’ll show you around.” she giggled while reaching back beneath her flowing hair to untie the straps of her bikini top from around her neck.



“I thought I had a choice?” I said teasingly as I kicked off my sandals.



“Not when I’m your tour guide.” she said with a smile as her top fell from her neck unleashing her impressive pineapple sized breasts. Her tits jutted impressively forward when she reached behind her back to untie the narrow cross strap. She unzipped her tight fitting denim shorts as I pulled my shirt over my head.



I reached down to unsnap my shorts as she wiggled out of hers. She wasn’t wearing any panties and was now completely naked except for a silver and turquoise choker pendant around her neck, and her sunglasses. Her pubic hair was a colorful match to her cascading tresses. Her pubes were thick but very neatly trimmed. I stepped out of my shorts and tossed them into the locker.



“That wasn’t so bad was it?” she asked glancing at my package as she stepped towards me with a large white towel. She continued to look me up and down. “We’re almost ready but first you need to bend over.” she said cradling a large rubber stamp and ink pad in her hand.



“Bend over? What for”, I asked somewhat confused.



“This is one of the three ways we identify our first time guests.” she replied as she stamped a large red butterfly on the cheek of my ass with a smile.



“Do you always stamp their asses?” I asked.



“No on the women we usually do their breast.” she replied with a smile.



“What’s the giggle about?” I asked. “Tan lines like yours are the second way.” she said with a naughty grin.



“What’s the third way?” I asked her.



“Erections.” she joked slowly shaking her head from side to side.



That’s when I remembered the web-site clearly stating that open displays of excitement or affection were not allowed.



“You’re not prone to erections are you?” She asked staring at my flaccid cock as she leaned against the wall near the exit door with her arms crossed.



“I’ve had a few.” I told her with a mischievous grin.



“I’ll bet you have.” she said as she motioned me towards the door. I followed her through the doorway and out into the bright sunlight. Her smooth naked ass was very well rounded and wiggled nicely when she walked.



We quickly encountered naked people everywhere. We walked into a large open area. In the middle was a huge in ground pool and hot tub. Lounge chairs and blankets were lying on the ground surrounding the pool. There were naked bodies scattered about.



A radio was playing in the background. Some people were reading by the pool while others were soaking up the sun. Most of the folks we encountered were very friendly and spoke, but there were a few who were less than cordial.



“Over here is the clubhouse.” said my sexy tour guide. “You can get a drink or a bite to eat here if you like.”



We strolled inside where five or six people were hanging out. An attractive blonde was shooting a game of pool with an older fellow, two or three men were sitting at the bar watching pre-season football on TV, and a young couple was playing air hockey in the corner. We sat down and ordered ourselves up a cold drink as Carrie introduced me to the barmaid.



“Richard this is Margaret.” said Carrie. “He’s a new guy.” she whispered playfully.



Margaret was quite attractive, probably in her mid to late forties about 5′ 8″ tall, with sandy colored hair cut just above her shoulders. She had firm slightly larger than average sized tits and a nicely shaped body with only a tiny little pouch in her mid-section. She was very well preserved for an older woman.



“I’ve never had a naked barmaid before.” I joked.



“Would you like to?” she teased. “My friends call me Maggie.”



“Behave.” Carrie told her.



“Damn girl, you can’t blame a woman for trying to get laid around here.” whispered Margaret. After a little small talk we said goodbye and exited the clubhouse.



We walked the grounds carrying our towels for about an hour as Carrie showed me all that the club had to offer, or so I thought. Occasionally Carrie would lean over in front of me to point out something trivial allowing her large round breasts to rub firmly against me.



“I have one more special place I want to show you.” said Carrie as we headed down a narrow path towards the woods. “Watch the poison ivy, it’s a bitch if you get it in the wrong place.” she teased as she stepped into the brush.



She led me up a hillside quite a ways before we reached a small clearing at the top. Watching her ass swing back and forth in front of me as we ascended the ridge was beginning to give me hard on. I was semi-erect by the time we reached the top. The view of the wooded valley below was truly spectacular. I walked out to a large rock near the edge trying desperately to conceal my growing erection and to get a better look at the lush green valley below. Carrie walked up beside me with hair blowing in the wind.



“Isn’t it Beautiful?” she asked, placing her left hand on the cheek of my bare ass.



“Yes it is.”, I said with a bold move, lifting my right arm over her head and placing my hand on her shoulder. She leaned softly into me and I pulled her closer. Her breasts were warm and soft. Her pubic hair lightly brushed against my upper thigh as she placed her right leg in front of mine. Her hair continued to dance on the soft warm breezes that filtered through the trees. Her firm tan body shimmered in the afternoon sun while the island fragrance of her coconut suntan oil flooded my senses.



Without speaking another word our lips met softly. Slowly at first, then much quicker and much harder on the second kiss. Soon our lips and tongues were locked together and my hands were exploring her supple young body. Her nipples rapidly grew hard against my chest as I squeezed the cheeks of her ass. My growing cock pushed its way up between our abdomens. Carrie began dry humping my upper thigh as I fondled her ass. Before long the juices from her hot wet snatch were trickling down my inner thigh. Her breathing soon became very erratic.



I pulled back from her slightly and slid my hand around from her ass and placed it firmly against her hairy crotch. She moaned as my fingers brushed her clit in search of her warm wet opening. Her pussy lips were moist and swollen, and parted easily as I slid two fingers all the way into her wetness. The ball of my hand rubbed against her rigid clit. She began stroking my rock hard cock while I worked my fingers deeper inside her dripping twat. Within a matter of minutes she seemed to lose focus and soon her entire body was trembling.



This sexy young thing is going to come off right now in my hand I thought to myself. Not knowing how prophetic that thought would soon be. She began rocking her hips violently while she dug her fingernails into my shoulders. Her tits danced in front of me as she went off like a rocket then eased her frantic pelvic thrusts to a slow rhythmic grind. Gasping for breath as she slowly pulled away and placed her hands against my chest. She pushed me backwards until my bare ass came in contact with the large warm rock.



“Lay back.” she instructed as she brushed her wind tangled hair from her face. I expected her to mount up. I was ready to give the horny little bitch a serious fucking! Instead she laid her towel on the ground, knelt in front of me and pushed my knees apart as wide as she could. She licked her own juices from the inside of my thigh before placing her talented tongue against my balls.



I almost exploded right then and there as her warm heaving breath flowed across my crotch. My scrotum tightened with excitement. Her hands slid up and down my thighs as she mouthed eagerly at my balls.



She hoisted my rigid eight inches straight up into the air and ran her tongue along the length of my shaft, starting at the balls like it was an ice cream cone. Occasionally she swirled her hot wet tongue around the tip lapping up the tiny droplets of my sweet clear pre-cum which were rapidly accumulating.



After teasing me for quite some time, she pulled the skin tight against the base of my shaft with her right hand, cradled my balls in her left easing its swollen purple head between her lips. Her cheeks pulled in and she made a slurping noise as her head began to bounce.



I was fully erect and already throbbing, so I knew I wouldn’t last long. My cock began to glisten in the sunlight as more and more of it became wet and slippery with every exciting bob of her head. A combination of her saliva and my own juices trickled down the shaft and across her tightly clenched fingers.



She gurgled and gasped as she sucked and stroked me, occasionally coming up for air like a long distance swimmer. Her naked breasts pressed against the warm hard rock as she worked feverishly to please me. You could have driven nails with my cock it was so hard!



Watching the beautiful young girl suck my cock was quite a turn on and my orgasm lurked just around the corner. I moaned with excitement and closed my eyes. I could feel my release building and tried to fight it, but it was too late. I started wildly pumping her face. She gagged a little as I shoved my cock even further down her throat, but I couldn’t hold back. I arched my back and moaned with pleasure as the first burst of my hot load coated the back of her throat. It must have really taken her by surprise because she abruptly jerked her head up off my pulsing cock.



The second stream of cum splattered errantly against her upper lip and trickled down the side of her cheek. Trying desperately to control the gushing geyser she shoved my spewing cock back inside her mouth stroking it firmly until my entire load had been deposited onto her talented tongue. She swallowed, licked and sucked until my empty cock went limp in her mouth like a spaghetti noodle. She kissed my balls and wiped my cum from her cheek with the first two fingers on her right hand, then slowly released the tactical grip she’d had on my well-drained balls.



She climbed up on the rock and lay down beside me. “So what do you think of the Oasis?” she asked with a heavy sigh.



“Mmmmm, where do I sign.” I teased. She giggled as I wiped the sweat from my brow. We rested for a few minutes and talked about the awesome blowjob I had just received while I fondled her breasts. I told her it was great and that I was really looking forward to fucking her real good. “What?” she said, “Screw on the first tour? What kind of girl do you think I am” she teased, smacking me playfully on the chest as she jumped from the rock. I took her hand and we walked slowly down the path back towards the commons area of the club.



“Is everyone here as friendly as you are?” I asked. “



“Not everyone, but there are a few.” she replied.



“Who are they?” I asked inquisitively.



“I’m not going to tell you!” said Carrie kissing me on the cheek. “Because finding out for yourself is half the fun.” We took a few more steps before she stopped and said; “I will tell you this if you’re looking to score, during the week is usually the best time to find someone that you can make it with.”



Not long after we reached the bottom Carrie took me to the office and we filled out my membership paperwork. I put the five hundred dollars on my credit card and settled in by the pool for the rest of the afternoon. Carrie discreetly said goodbye and resumed her duties at the front gate. I didn’t see her give another “tour” the rest of the day. I did however meet some very nice people, singles and couples, and my minor inhibitions about being naked quickly faded. I even found a few ladies that I would really like to hook up with if the opportunity ever presented itself.



I returned home and made a promise to myself that I would return the very next weekend. As luck would have it I was able to slide away from work at noon on Thursday and headed to the club for the extended Labor Day weekend. When I arrived around 4:00 PM, I signed in and even sprung for a cottage. The small cabin like structure was nice but simple. It had a cathedral ceiling with a large fan hanging in the middle, a queen size bed, a small refrigerator, a clock radio, a small dinette set and a deck with a couple plastic chairs. The club was almost deserted.



After sizing the place up, I undressed and headed for the shower room. As I started to enter, I heard voices and moans. I quickly stopped just inside the entranceway. I peered through a crack in the slat boards that formed a vision break near the door. I could see a man and a woman. The woman was probably in her late twenties, well tanned, with long blonde hair, a clean-shaven snatch, and the nicest pair of store bought boobies I had seen outside of a strip club. She was bent slight at the waist with her hands resting on her upper thighs. She was the one doing all the moaning. The man was much older, probably in his mid-fifties or so, with grey hair and an athletic build. He was standing behind the woman with his hands on her hips. He was the one doing most of the talking.



“That’s right you hot little bitch, take it all!” he commanded as he fucked her from behind.



“Oh yeah, baby. That’s it, fuck me harder!” she whimpered loud enough for me to make out over the sounds of her ass cheeks slamming against his abdomen. He grabbed a handful of her wet stringy hair with his right hand, yanked back her head and fucked her even harder.

My cock began to grow instantly as I watched this unsuspecting couple pleasure one another underneath the shower spray. Soon the action slowed and she stepped away from his cock to turn and face him. The old guy was pretty well equipped and still hard. She placed her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply on the lips.



He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and lifted her towards him. She responded by wrapping her long tanned legs around his waist. He reached down and guided his massive member into her hairless twat.



In no time at all she was sliding all the way up and down his rock hard cock. His balls bounced wildly as her pussy swallowed his entire length. It wasn’t long before he grimaced and groaned. She leaned back and squeezed his ass with her long shapely legs as he came inside her. They stood motionless for a moment before he eased her feet gently back onto the ground then kissed her passionately as he withdrew.



I wrapped my towel around my waist in a futile attempt to hide my excitement then coughed as I stepped around the corner into the open shower area.



They slowly separated as I entered, stepping under different showerheads without speaking a word. The gentleman quickly rinsed off then dried. He told his lover he would see her the next week, and exited the building. I fumbled with my shampoo and soap as the blonde washed her hair, I was desperately hoping that my throbbing cock would subside before I removed my towel but to no avail. I pulled off the towel and turned on the water. The horny little blonde simply smiled and winked as I turned to face her.



“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked me as she lathered her impressive tits. Knowing that I had been busted, I tried to act innocent.



“What do you mean?” I asked.



“Watching us fuck.” she said. “No one get a hard on like that anticipating a shower.” I started to apologize but she interrupted me. “It’s O.K., I like being watched.” she said as she turned to face the shower. “Maybe sometime you can repay the favor and let me watch you fuck.” she said as she turned away to scrub her cum drenched twat.



“Anytime you’d like.” I stammered with a smile in hopes that she might be ready for a second round after she finished her shower, but it wasn’t to be. She did however stroll over to me and grab my semi-erect cock in her hand and stroke it three or four times.



“My name is Nicole; I come here mostly during the week. I’d love to give this thing a test drive sometime but I’m running a little behind, so maybe we can get together later?” she asked.



“Sure, I’d love to.” I replied as my cock began to harden in her hand. She ran her hands across my chest, kissed me and then left the building. I proceeded with my shower while thoughts of sex with the sultry blonde raced through my mind. I dried off, dropped my stuff off at the cottage and began to explore the grounds. There were only a handful of people to be found. I seen a couple of older women playing tennis, a younger couple walking the nature paths, and only four or five naked bodies lounging around the pool. I was shocked to see such a small number of folks using the facilities. Nicole had apparently vanished to the private confines inside of one of the cottages since she was nowhere to be found.



Clouds soon began to overtake the sun and thunder could be heard off in the distance. Great, I thought, I’m here to enjoy the weekend and it’s going to rain. As the storm neared I began to consider seeking shelter. I strolled over to clubhouse and walked inside. The place was empty except for the bored looking barmaid, Margaret who Carrie had introduced me to the weekend before. She greeted me with a smile and patted the top of the bar with her hand, so I went over and pulled up a stool. Maggie as she preferred to be called appeared happy to see me. I figured as slow as things were she would’ve been happy to see anyone. Maggie poured us both a margarita then walked around from behind the bar and sat down on the stool beside me. We began to talk and watch the TV behind the bar, while outside it kept getting darker and darker. Maggie share with me that she was divorced and that she had a son that was attending college out of state.



She was an older woman but I was very taken by her beauty. Before long heavy rain began to fall outside, falling lightly at first then harder as it became driven by the increasing winds.



“Well it’s probably going to be a real slow night around here.” said Maggie.



As we chatted I revealed to her somewhat reluctantly in but in great detail, what I had witnessed in the shower house.



“That sounds like Arty and Nicole.” she said without hesitation. “They’re married, but not to each other. Nicole is a little bit of a tramp that enjoys watching others do it almost as much as she enjoys doing it herself, and Arty is a pretty well equipped rich guy from the city that doesn’t get any at home. He must have finally talked her into doing it.” I smiled and nodded. “He’s always after the women around here.” she added. “I’ve turned him down several times myself.” The rain began hitting the screens and Maggie hopped up and walked across the room.



“You know, hard rain really hurts when you’re naked?” she giggled as she walked over to windows and began closing them. I went over to help her. “Go ahead and close the blinds if you would.” she said. “No one will be coming in anyway as long as this storm continues.”



When we finished with the windows Maggie closed and locked the door and turned off the neon open sign glowing behind the blinds.



“That should be good enough.” said Maggie. “Do you shoot pool?” she asked placing extra sticks from the four pool tables in the huge room back onto the rack.



“I do.”, I told her, grabbing a straight stick from the wall.



“You break.” she said retrieving the balls from the return and racking them on the table. Her breasts jiggled nicely as she centered up the frame.



“Nice rack.” I teased as I chalked up my stick.



“I like a tight rack don’t you?” she teased back. Maggie gathered our glasses and pitcher from the bar and sat them a table closer to us as I scattered the balls with the break. We played a couple games and engaged in a great deal of small talk before things started to get really interesting. Maggie seemed as interested in my naked body as I was in hers.



Early into the third game, after a couple more margaritas and a bunch more rain, Maggie began to loosen up. While taking a shot directly in front of her I felt her soft warm hand caress my inner thigh. I missed the seven ball in the far corner. She squeezed my ass playfully as she stood to take her shot.



“Two can play that game.” I told her. She laughed and drove home the twelve ball. Three or four shots later she had to take a shot directly in front of where I was sitting. It was payback time. She surveyed the shot then leaned forward with her legs slightly parted.



I gently ran my hand across the firm smooth cheek of her ass. She took a deep breath and tried to stay focused. She made the shot then turned to face me leaning her stick against the table. She grabbed her drink and stepped forward facing me as I sat in the chair. She placed her left leg over mine then her right straddling my lap.



“That’s not fair.” said Maggie seductively as she grabbed my hair with her left hand, gently placing my head against her chest. I placed my hands on her ass and pulled her closer applying warm wet gentle kisses to her growing nipples.



She grabbed the back of my chair with her right hand while hoisting her glass in her left, then stood wobbling slightly in front of me with a come fuck me look on her face. My cock began to swell with anticipation. I reached over with two fingers and rubbed a small amount of salt on her left nipple. “What are you doing?” she asked with a surprised smile.



I answered by simply placing my index finger softly to her lips. I then squeezed a slice of lime over her right nipple allowing the juice to trickle down across her belly. She bit her lower lip as the cold juices descended down over her sexy torso.



I pulled her to me slowly and placed my lips against her salty nipple swirling my tongue around the hardening tip. Then starting just below her breast working upwards I licked the lime juice from her other breast. She quivered, tilted her head back, and arched her back as I squeezed her shapely ass. As she leaned forward again I took the glass from her hand and sipped her margarita.



“You’re very bad!” she said taking back the glass. “Do you like all your drinks that way?” she asked.



“I do indeed.” I replied.



“Then have another.” she said with a naughty grin as she raised her eyebrows. She tilted her partially filled glass and let the tasty frozen treat pour onto her upper chest. Almost half a glass funneled its way between her tits down across her abdomen through her closely trimmed pubic hair and onto my growing cock before she stopped. She was obviously getting a little tipsy. I pulled her tightly to me and began to lick and suck the tequila-flavored substance from her naked body.



Placing my right hand between her legs I caressed her inner thighs and nuzzled my thumb against her swollen mound anxious to rub it strategically against her eager clit. She moaned with excitement as my warm wet tongue covered every tasty inch of her naked body from her tits to her hungry twat.



I was unable to reach much further south than the northern edge of the soft narrow strip of her pubic hair while she was standing. I was almost ready to lay her across the tiny bar table and eat her sweet sticky puss when she stepped back.



“My turn.” she said as she squatted in front of me. I spread my legs and slid my ass towards the edge of the chair in anticipation. Her pussy parted nicely when she squatted revealing all her sweet pink secrets. Not the least impressive of which was her very swollen and protruding clit. Her serpent like tongue made quick work of the sticky mess that covered the shaft of my smooth hard cock.



She placed her right hand on her pussy and spread the swollen wet folds of her labia with the first and third fingers of her hand. She plunged her middle finger deep into her wetness then withdrew it, coating her now fully exposed clit with her hot thick fluids. She stroked her snatch as she gobbled up my throbbing cock, first just the head, then more than half its length. Her hard nippled tits pressed against my thighs as she eagerly sucked my dick.



I wasn’t going to be taken like Carrie had taken me a week earlier in the woods. This woman, this gorgeous woman, was going to get fucked, and fucked hard!



I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her towards me. Our tongues met as she straddled me once again. My cock pressed against her pubic hair and rubbed her lower belly. I slid my hand down across her back between her ass cheeks and eased my middle finger into hot dripping snatch from behind.



Maggie squeezed me tightly with her thigh muscles as I swirled my finger inside her. She was a great kisser and the sweet smell of her hair was quite a turn on. She reached down between us and began stroking the soft sensitive head of my cock with the hand she wasn’t using to steady herself with against the back of the chair.



Her twat was growing soggy in my hand. She jumped and shivered with delight as I pulled my well-coated finger from her slippery snatch and slowly but firmly dragged it across the tiny crater of her anus. Most women are very sensitive there but are either too afraid or too ashamed to admit it to their lovers.



I patted her on the ass cheeks and she stood up. Grabbing the balls of her ass I lifted her off the floor and turned to deposit her luscious naked body atop the pool table. At the last second, and wanting to be different I decided to spread her out on top of the huge air hockey table in the corner. It turned out to be a very wise decision.



“Air hockey huh? I pictured you to be a pool table kind of guy.” she said teasingly as she leaned back onto her elbows with her legs from the knees down dangling over the edge.



“Did you picture this?” I asked as I reached down and turned on the table. The cold hard platform upon which she was sprawled quickly came to life. She gasped as jets of cool forced air massaged her naked body.



“Oh my god!” she said softly closing her eyes as I lowered her shoulders back against the table. I pushed her farther onto the table and further from the edge. Her areolas shrunk instantly and her nipples soon became hard like diamonds.



Placing my hands on the inside of her knees I gently spread her legs. I kissed the inside of her thighs moving from side to side as my lips slowly worked their way towards their final warm, wet and inviting destination. I slid my hands under the cheeks of her ass and lifted it slightly off the surface of the table as my lips touched her pussy for the first time.



I began kissing her well-manicured mound and lightly directed my warm breath across it. She moaned with excitement and grabbed a handful of my hair trying to force my face into her open crotch in hungry anticipation. I resisted her spirited tugs and remained in control.



I ran my tongue up one side of her moist hairy mound just past her clit, and then did the same on the other side. Then I pressed my nose into the folded crevice of her snatch savoring her very intoxicating scent, then dragged my tongue from just above her asshole all the way up along the inside of her sweet lips and across the fleshy folds that concealed her fully erect clit.



Eager for more she slid hers hands across her lower abdomen into her crotch and spread her tasty pink pussy open wide with her fingers while her thumbs retracted the cumbersome slippery flesh that normally shrouded her throbbing clit. She wanted it bad and she made it very clear.



“Eat me you fucker! Lick my pussy.” she whimpered. Always eager to please a lady I eased my tongue into her honey coated hole. Her juices were sweet and tangy just like a good southern style barbecue sauce.



My nose pressed against her painted fingernails and my excited breath flowed from my nostrils across her exposed clit while my tongue softly parted the tender yummy folds of her wet pussy lips. I slowly licked their outer edges in the pattern of a horseshoe. She continued to moan and started stroking the tip of her clit with her index finger. Before long her plentiful juices began pooling up behind that soft shiny narrow ribbon of pink tissue that separated her pussy and her ass.



She humped my face wildly grinding her clit against my teeth and upper lip. I quickly got the message and placed my tongue firmly against her aching love button. Her entire body trembled as I began to suck hard on her clit. Her ass cheeks quivered in my hands and her belly tensed with delight as the intensity of my sucking increased.



“That’s it Baby, suck my clit.” she moaned. Twice I brought her to the edge with my sucking only to stop seconds before she went off, so that I could plunge my hungry tongue deeply back into her wetness. She was ready to come and my teasing was about to end. Her juices were overflowing natures built in reservoir and cascading slowly across the forbidden puckered opening of her asshole.



I placed my thumb firmly against her slippery nubbin and worked it back and forth across it, massaging form left to right before I placed my lips against her clit again and began to hickey suck her rigid nubbin. Within seconds she was pounding the top of the table with one hand and shoving my face hard against her twat with the other.



My lips pressed her clit firmly against her pelvic bone. Her mound now enveloped my nectar coated face. She let out a prolonged scream that subside to a pleasure-riddled whimper then went limp on the table. The room was completely quiet except for the sound of her heavy breathing.



Before she completely regained her senses I pulled her to the edge of the table, lifted her to a sitting position and kissed her deeply on the lips letting her taste her own sweet juices. She responded with by shoving her tongue deep into my mouth. She reached down for my upright cock, balancing on the edge of the table.



Maggie muttered a broken “Oh-h-h-h!” as her trembling fingers guided me into her soaking snatch. She was so wet I went in all the way in up to my balls on the very first thrust. She rocked her head back and squeezed my neck. She then placed her heels behind my ass and pulled me closer and deeper as we kissed. My balls came to rest against the cool edge of the table.



I kissed her hard nipples as she leaned back delirious with excitement. I worked my cock rhythmically in and out of her soggy twat. It was hot, tight, and very wet. Wanting to get even deeper inside her I looked around for a better place to lay her heaving body. I picked her up in my arms and headed towards a small and empty round bar table across the room.



She wrapped her legs around me as I walked towards the corner table with my cock still inside her. The table was just big enough to lay her flat on her back. Her head was supported nicely while her ass hung over the other side by just a couple inches. It was just the right height for me to get some great leverage and still fuck her flat footed.



As I lowered her to the table she quickly caught on. She reached down and placed her hands behind her knees. She pulled her legs back spreading them wide to give me total access to her dripping love canal. She pulled them back as far as she could as I prepared to enter her. I teased her at first by slapping the underside of my hard wet cock against her mound then pushing it up through her pubic hair like a snake in the grass.



Her pubes were saturated with the sticky margarita drink. I pulled my cock back slowly dragging it across her clit as I went before sticking just the head of it inside her steamy slit. She gasped as I rocked back on my heels then rolled forward again, moving just the tip in and out over and over again. I started sliding a little deeper inside her slippery socket with every eager thrust that followed. I was almost half way in when her body tensed and her legs grabbed my waist. Eager for more, she flexed her well-toned thighs and roughly pulled me deep inside her. The head of my cock bumped hard against her tender cervix as my sticky balls pressed against her soggy ass cheeks.



I reached back and unlocked her ankles freeing her tangled legs. I placed my hands behind her knees and pushed them back firmly against her chest and hoisted her feet high into the air. I began deep stoking her hungry twat. I began to gyrate my hips in a circular and then slammed them up and down hard into her.



Before long her soaking pussy was making that somewhat embarrassing but very sexy sloppy squishing sound reminiscent of running barefoot through the mud. Maggie’s tits floated up and back on her chest with every full-length thrust of my plunging pelvis. She moaned, huffed and cussed for almost ten minutes according to the neon clock on the wall.



I was beginning to grow a little exhausted and my calves were on the verge of cramping when she finally got the “Big O”. She grabbed the edges of the table with both hands, lifted her head, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and let out a long satisfying moan. I watched intently as her abdomen muscles constricted and her pussy tightened around me. She was cumming and cumming hard.



Maggie grimaced then shuddered as every muscle in her body convulsed. After a few seconds she collapsed with a tiny thud as her head and shoulders fell back against the table. Her arms flailed uncontrollably at her sides.



With her needs now fulfilled, I grabbed her waist and continued slamming my cock into her inviting snatch with reckless abandon. Maggie only whimpered and gasped while I pummeled her steamy twat. In less than a minute I was ready to explode. She must have sensed my impending eruption and she began to coax me

“That’s it baby, come! Come on my tummy!” she begged through her mental haze.



My orgasm was at hand, building deep within my loins. My balls ached, and my asshole tightened as the moment rapidly approached. The room went dark and my head spun as my hot creamy load began surging through my cock. I jerked back and pulled out. I grabbed my cock and lunged forward as cum began pulsing from its pink swollen head.



With the first burst I shot a huge hot stream across her belly button and up onto her breasts. The second fell short of her tits and splattered against her rib cage. The rest of my load, three or four ample blasts, surged from my cock and fell onto her still heaving lower abdomen. I squeezed every drop that I could from my once full balls onto her tanned naked body.



Maggie was splattered with cum from her tits to her clit. Her body was motionless except for her heaving chest. I pressed my balls against her sticky battered mound and laid my cock, still rigid but rapidly shrinking, on her belly allowing the last few sweet drops of my cum to ooze from its tender tip, smearing my load across her belly from left to right. That’s when we both heard a startling noise



“Bravo! Well done!” a voice in the darkness said. The voice was accompanied by the sound of a single pair of hands clapping, came from the darkness across the room. It was a woman’s voice. Breathing heavily we both turned to see who was there. A naked Nicole emerged from the darkness still clapping.



“The money shot was really great but could we do it again? Only this time over here.” she asked, pointing at her flat lean belly as she leaned back against the bar.



“How long have you been there?” asked Maggie.



“Hmmm, let’s see, ever since; that’s it suck my clit.” said Nicole. Obviously embarrassed a silent Maggie wiped a large splatter of cum from her breast with a cocktail napkin. Turning to face Nicole she asked her what she needed.



“Nothing!” responded the blonde very gruffly, “I heard screaming and was I just concerned about your well being. The back door was open.” I stepped back and Maggie slid still quivering off the edge of the table and placed her feet on the floor.



“So how about it cowboy, have you got another money shot in you?” asked Nicole.



“I don’t think so.” I replied as I pulled Maggie’s cum drenched body to mine and kissed her. “You see we’re just getting started.” Obviously frustrated by the spurned advance Nicole turned and headed towards the door.



“If you change your mind I’m in cottage number nineteen. I’ll be there the rest of the night,” she said shaking her hot naked ass as she left.



“Some times I hate that sexy little bitch.” said Maggie after Nicole left, thanking me for not going with her.



“Don’t thank me, I wasn’t lying, we’re not finished yet.” I told her with a playful smack on the ass.



We turned out the lights, locked the clubhouse and headed for the shower house. The rain had eased dramatically to just a light drizzle by then so we took our time and walked slowly arm in arm past the tennis court through the mud.



“That sounds familiar.” laughed Maggie biting me playfully on the nipple as we walked. We showered away the sticky remnants of our margaritas and money shot then plotted our next move.



“Your cottage or mine?” I asked.



“Let’s go to mine, I’m in eighteen, right next to Nicole.” she said.



“O.K. lets go.” I said; crouching to coax her to hop up on my back.



“Piggy back?” she asked with a loud giggle.



“Of course!” I replied. She hopped up and I grabbed the backside of her thighs.



With her arms around my neck, her tits pressed firmly against my shoulders and her pubic hair brushing against the small of my back we headed out. The slow sensuous walk to her cottage with her lower calves rubbing against my cock was almost enough to get me hard again. When we arrived I sat her down on the edge of the bed and pulled her tightly against me. I kissed her long and deep. She got up, grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and opened the windows while I collapsed on the bed with my feet near the headboard and my head at the foot of the bed.



She playfully leaned forward across my body and placed the cold beer bottle against my balls. I grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. Her face pressed against my cock and her pussy hovered invitingly above me. Taking advantage of the situation I hoisted her right leg over my head and positioned her sexy ass squarely above my face.



She lifted my cock to her lips and began to softly suck it. I pressed my nose against her asshole and wiggled my tongue slowly and methodically into her sweet twat. We engaged in a wicked and at times extremely loud sixty-nine that ended with her tasty juices smeared all over my face and my tasty, but considerably smaller load pulsing down her throat.



Afterwards she turned around and lay down beside me. After a two-hour nap I awoke to her warm wet tongue encircling my nipple and her hand trying to coax my cock back to life. I pulled her over on top of me and kissed her. She straddled me and gently began rocking her hips, rubbing her short bristly bush back against my cock.



I squeezed her ass cheeks and sucked on her nipples until my cock began to harden once more. She sat upright then reached back behind her and massaged my balls until my fully erect penis rested firmly between her ass cheeks. Balancing on one knee she adjusted her position and prepared herself for my much anticipated penetration.



She eased slowly down onto my tender, but still more than willing cock. We fucked long and slow for what seemed like hours before simultaneous orgasms became a prelude to some much needed rest. We fell asleep after each of us had achieved our third orgasm.



The morning sun found us still in each other’s arms with her hand on my balls with mine still resting on her sexy ass. I spent most of the next day cat napping and sleeping by the pool as the holiday crowd began to arrive. I stopped and talked to Maggie that afternoon and we both agreed that we would have to enjoy ourselves together again.



I waited by the pool all day Friday and most of the day on Saturday hoping that Carrie, the auburn haired beauty that had given me the tremendous blowjob in the woods might arrive. Just before dark I stepped into the hot tub with a young couple and a single older woman. I introduced myself and we began to chat.



Ten or fifteen minutes after I sat down a pair of familiar hands began softly rubbing my shoulders from behind. I turned to see Carrie, naked of course, and looking even better than the week before. She said hello and stepped into the tub to join us. It wasn’t too long before her hand discreetly began stroking my cock below the waterline which bubbled beneath her erect nipples.



Over the next twenty minutes or so, the others in the hot tub exited one by one, leaving just the two of us. The grounds were overflowing now with nakedness and the crowd seemed much friendlier than usual. Carrie recommended that we grab a bite to eat and retire to my cottage. We stepped from the tub and dried ourselves off before heading to the clubhouse. A much older woman was behind the bar.



“Where’s Margaret tonight?” asked Carrie.



“She’s got the night off.” replied the woman over the loud music. We placed an order to go, grabbed a couple beers, and then found a table to sit and talk while we waited for our order. The dance floor was crowded with naked bodies undulating everywhere.



We grabbed our chicken dinners and headed off to my cottage. When we got there Carrie placed the dinners on the tiny table and kissed me deeply with a great deal of tongue. Her large full breasts pressed against my chest as I caressed her smooth round ass.



“Dinner is going to get cold, don’t you like it hot?” I asked her.



“You have no idea how hot I like it.” she replied dragging her middle finger across my left nipple. We sat down and had our dinner while we listened to the radio and talked some more. I found out that Carrie was just out of college with a degree is business management and that her mother and father, Jan and Bob, actually owned the resort. She told me that she had grown up in a nudist family.



What I didn’t find out until later was just how insatiable she could be. We finished our meal and strolled down to the shower house to freshen up before we got busy. Carrie maintained a great deal of eye contact with me entire time while I struggled not to focus too long on her gorgeous body. I was sensuously washing Carrie’s thick beautiful hair when in walked Maggie and another man.



We said our friendly hellos and exchanged idle conversation along with a few teasing glances. The situation was very cordial and nothing like I feared it might be. Carrie and I finished our showers, said goodbye and headed for the door.



“Keep an eye on him Carrie, he’s a handful Honey.” said Margaret teasingly.



Carrie squeezed the cheek of my ass and replied; “He better be more than a handful if wants to play with me.”



As soon as we reached the doorway to the cottage Carrie was all over me, rubbing my chest and shoulders with one hand while rubbing my cock with the other. I kissed her gently and began to fondle her large heavy breasts. She slipped away from me long enough to turn out the lights and light up some sexy tropical scented candles that she confessed she had planted in my cottage earlier before she joined my in the hot tub.



As she turned from lighting the last of the three candles I placed my hands against her shoulders and pushed her slowly down onto the bed collapsing on top of her. Her breasts settled slightly to her sides as our mouths met. I began eagerly exploring her warm naked body, squeezing her tits and sucking softly on her large dark nipples as her fingers combed seductively through my hair.



My cock pressed against her upper thigh. I ran my hand down over her abdomen until my fingers reached the fringe of her thick dark pubic hair. Her legs parted like a pair of French doors allowing my fingers to knead the soft meaty lips of her already wet pussy. She moaned softly as I ran the palm of my hand flatly over her swollen mound.



She reached for my cock and slid her hand along the under side of it’s shaft and began to stroke it with a flashlight type grip.



“O-h-h-h, Yes!” she groaned as I ran my fingers over her hairy mound again and slid them between the succulent pink lips of her snatch, penetrating the soft but dense bristle of her bush as I searched for her rapidly growing clit. She placed her right hand over mine and pressed it firmly against her firm swollen mound guiding my fingers to just the right spot while I continued licking and sucking her hard impressive nipples. Her skin was soft and golden brown. She smelled sweet like coconut and tasted like vanilla.



Eager to sample all that she had to offer, I climbed off her and knelt on all fours beside her on the bed. I dragged my hot wet tongue slowly downward across her firm flat tummy towards her beautiful twat. I pulled at the northern edge of her pubic hair with my teeth while I stroked the inside of her thighs with my open hands.



Soon my face was buried deep between her long tanned legs, and my lips were pressed against the soft dark edges of her meaty pussy lips. I began to rub her ass with my hands and she started moving softly beneath me. She threw her arms back behind her head as my probing tongue explored more and more of her succulent twat. She squeezed my head with her thighs and moaned loudly as I eagerly licked her tasty hole.



I wanted to take full control, unlike the last time we were together, so I climbed up onto the bed and hoisted my left leg across her body, straddling her chest facing towards her feet. Carrie spread her legs wide as I slid my hands up along the inside of her thighs until my thumbs and index fingers framed her hungry snatch. Carrie brought her arms from behind her head and placed her hands on the front of my upper thighs. She pulled my ass back towards her face and raised her head up off the mattress.



I wiggled a bit sliding my ass carefully towards her face until my balls made contact with her chin. She reached up and placed her hands flat against my ass cheeks. I felt her fingers tugging them apart to reveal my asshole as my tightly clinched nut sack moved closer to her hot wet tongue. I could feel her warm breath flowing softly upward between my parted ass cheeks



Carrie began kissing the backside of my balls as I continued to devour her hungry snatch. I placed my arms straight out over my head and told Carrie to lift her ankles into the air. She quickly hoisted her legs. I pulled my arms back until my elbows rested against the underside of her thighs and I wiggled them into perfect position against the backside of her knees.



By pressing my elbows firmly back as if I were swimming, I managed to spread her legs even farther which made her pussy gape open like a jack in the box to meet my dripping tongue. I grabbed her sexy ass with both hands, squeezing and spreading her cheeks with my fingers as Carrie began running her warm wet tongue upward along the backside of my balls towards the tightly puckered ring of my ass.



My fingers wasted little time moving their way upward to the outskirts of her eager twat. I slowly tugged at her pink meaty folds to expose the opening her slippery wet orifice and her gumdrop sized clit, both of which were covered with a sweet shiny, heavenly scented glaze that sparkled in the flickering candlelight and made my cock twitch with wild anticipation.



The combination of Carrie’s hot breath and talented tongue had relaxed my scrotum to the point that my balls were dangling freely above her face. So freely that she was lifting them one at a time with her tongue and letting them slowly roll off the tip and down across her chin. She mouthed at my balls softly then kissed her way slowly and knowingly upward along my bulging perineum.



I had purposely positioned my body atop Carrie in a manner that didn’t allow her any access to my rigid cock, which was still pressing against her chest. I was going to the one to decide where my load went this time! It was my turn to tease. Carrie reached around my legs and squeezed her impressive tits together enveloping the entire length of my rigid shaft between them.



I instinctively began to pump the soft warm fold between her breasts. Her hard nipples rubbed against my lower abdomen. Soon tiny clear droplets of pre-cum were emerging from the tip of my cock and dribbling between her tits. Carrie tried valiantly to reach them with her tongue but without success. I licked her twat until a large wet spot began to appear on the pristine cotton sheets beneath her trembling ass. Afraid that I might deposit my load on her breasts instead of inside her hot steamy snatch in an untimely fashion, I climbed off of her and stepped down off the bed. I knelt on the floor beside the bed and grabbed her roughly by the ankles, pulling her to me. She responded by pulling her knees back towards her chest to display her hot sexy ass which was now resting at the edge of the bed.



I hovered over her briefly caressing her tits as I pressed my upright cock against her puffy wet mound. She moaned and ground her hips pressing her hot humid cunt against my throbbing cock. I leaned forward and kissed her on the tummy before I pressed the head of my cock against the parted wet lips of her dripping pussy. She spread her shapely legs even wider in anticipation, sending me an unspoken signal that she needed me inside her.



Wrapping my fingers around the bottom of my shaft and pressing my thumb against the topside, I eased almost a third of my hard, thick eight inch cock inside her. She moaned with pleasure and grabbed the sheets, curling her fingers tightly as the next gentle push from my pelvis installed more than half its rigid length inside her.



After just a few more strokes my entire member was buried inside her hot wet hole and my balls rested against the now shiny and wet cheeks of her hot round ass. She rocked her hips with pleasure as I grabbed her ankles, hoisted her legs skyward and began stroking her long and deep. Her warm wet hole felt fantastic. I soon placed my hands on her waist and began to establish a steady fucking rhythm.



I was both turned on and amazed by the way the curtain like lips of her well lubricated pussy clung to the shaft of my cock like a fine leather chamois clings to the freshly washed surface of an Italian sports car. Her eyes were glassy and her mouth was open. Her body moved up and backatop the mattress. Her nipples again became fully erect and her huge tits rocked back and forth keeping perfect time with the rhythm of my powerful thrusts.



Carrie began to twist her upper body as she worked her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. Before very long she was warning me of her impending orgasm. Her fingernails dug into my love handles pulling me closer and deeper as I took her right up to, but not over the threshold and then stopped.



“Oh, fuck. Don’t stop!” she begged. “I was almost there you Bastard.” Promising not to stop when she got close again, I hoisted her legs into the air once more until her calves looked like goal posts. I entered her again and began pounding her hot gaping snatch. In no time at all her breathing became erratic and her head rocked from side to side. I slowed my strokes to a crawl and she sighed with pleasure.



“That’s it slow and deep.” she pleaded with a lust filled grunt of approval. I eased more and more of my vein bulging cock into her until I was balls deep again. She screamed uncontrollably and smacked my chest with her open hand. “A-h-h-h!” she screamed just before I pulled my cock completely out. “You’re such a fucking tease!” she whined.



“Let’s do it doggy style.” I said smacking her firmly on her elevated ass cheek. Eager for release she rolled over and eased her hot horny ass back to the edge of the bed on all fours and spread her knees apart. I stood up behind her and stepped up to her dripping snatch. I placed both my hands on her buttocks, fingers to the sides and pulled her cheeks apart with my thumbs then eased forward sliding my hard throbbing cock into her hot needy hole another time.



Carrie enjoyed being taken from behind and quickly became very excited. She began meeting my thrusts with her own doubling the amount of sexual inertia that we created every time our blood gorged organs met.



“Fuck me you bastard.” she mumbled over the sound of her sweet meaty ass cheeks slamming back hard against my pelvis.



Her awesome breasts hung from her chest and swung like the pendulum on a Swiss clock as I banged her mercilessly from behind. She dropped down onto her elbows slightly changing my angle of penetration. It was the little something extra she needed to push her over the edge. She began trembling and her breathing became broken as her orgasm neared.



All at once and without warning, her body tensed as she let out a broken scream, and slammed her ass back hard against my pelvis. I shoved my cock in as I deep as I could and stopped, my hands clinching her tightly around the waist. Her hips gyrated against my pelvis as she sucked for air. A wave of warm liquid began flowing down across my balls towards the inside of my thighs.



After the fury of her orgasm began to subside, I pulled my cock slowly out of her quivering hole. She managed to push herself upright still wobbly onto her knees. Shaking slightly, she leaned back against my chest. Her ass cheeks pressed against my hard slippery cock. I brushed her long sexy hair to one side and kissed her softly on the back of the neck. She shivered as I kissed my way slowly down over her right shoulder.



“Did you come Baby?” I asked softly knowing full well the answer.



Carrie took my left hand and placed it on her left breast and my right hand on her tummy. I pulled my hips back slightly and slid my candy coated cock between her slightly parted thighs until the top of my hard slippery shaft pressed up against her dripping slit and the swollen spongy head bumped her now super sensitive clit.

The adult theater had several small theater rooms. I chose the one marked four. I opened the door and walked into the dimly lit room. Instantly my eyes noticed a commotion on one of the couches.



As my eyes began to focus, I stopped dead in my tracks. My mind began racing. Was that a small, white pony on the couch? Did the pony have a golden, flowing mane? A short white tail? WTF?



After a more few seconds, I realized that the ‘white pony’ was a very large, white female on all fours, on a couch. Her head was bobbing up and down on a fat cock, while a man was standing behind her energetically moving his hips back and forth.



As my eyes continued to focus, I could see that the large female was quite attractive, I guessed she was about 30 years old, had shoulder length blonde hair, pert breasts, and a fairly large, round ass. No, she wasn’t a husker, just big. She must have been at least 6′ tall and around 180 pounds.



Curious, I decided had to get a better look. I walked up to the man who was fucking her from behind. As I approached him, I noticed several men sitting on couches and chairs watching the action. Only a couple of men were fisting their cocks.



When the man fucking her noticed me, he smiled, and asked me if wanted to fuck her ass. I looked down and saw his cock moving in and out of her greased, pink asshole. Before I could respond, the man told me: he was her husband, he brought her here once a month, she liked to be gangbanged, and she liked to do it in public.



Then to my surprise he slapped her right buttock smartly (leaving a red mark), withdrew his stiff cock, and strongly encouraged me fuck her ass. Not known for turning down a nice looking, firm, ample ass, I pulled out my semi-erect cock.



There was no time for any foreplay. I simply placed my cock between her greased butt cheeks and slide it up and down. When it was rock hard, I slowly pushed my plump cockhead against her sphincter. It gave way quickly.



When her big, white ass began to swallow my thickening cock, she stopped sucking cock long enough to turn around and look at me for an instant. She had blue eyes and a pleasant looking face. Her (other) cheeks were ruddy in color.



As I began to thrust into her, I heard little moans. Motivated, I held her broad shoulders to keep her from moving and began to fuck her harder. The sound of my groin slapping her buttocks was music to my ears.



(Her husband stood by me the whole time. He also would intermittently slap her bouncing buttocks with his hand and then finger fuck her pussy.)



Occasionally, I would stop, grab the base of my cock, and slowly twist it around in her rectum. I wanted to ‘punish’ her ass – make it grateful to have her hubby’s cock lovingly stuffing it. I fucked her liked this for about 10 minutes before cumming hard in her ass.



After I pulled my wet cock out of her soupy ass, I continued to stand there. I looked around while her gaping asshole slowly closed. I saw the man she was sucking pull his cock out of her mouth. He jacked it for a moment before painting her face with his cum.



The audience of men continued to sit and watch. No one else wanted to have sex with her. That was okay by me because I wanted more of her.



Somewhat awkwardly, I crawled underneath her to get to her pussy. The good wife quickly sensed what I wanted to do and willingly straddled my face.



Perhaps to encourage my oral thoughts even more, she pulled her head down to my cock and began daintily licking any remaining cum and her ass juice off it. I reciprocated by smooching and licking her very wet and sticky clit and pussy.



My sperm had dribbled out of her asshole onto her pussy, clit, and upper thighs. I unhesitatingly swallowed our combined juices.



As her body began to stir, I reached up and pushed two of my fingers into her rectum. Feeling the thin membrane between her rectum and pussy reenergized my cock.



Soon, my finger fucking and enthusiastic licking evoked loud moans out of the big, blonde wife. Within minutes, she gasped and began bucking wildly against my fingers. Her abdomen smashed into my face as her orgasm reached a crescendo.



Almost immediately afterwards, I saw two very large black men walked into the room. I crooked my head and watched upside down, as the two black men extended their hands to the husband. Their hands were twice the size as mine.



Not wanting to be the odd man out, I was thinking of extracting myself from underneath the wife; however, when she went back to working my cock with her mouth, I stayed put.



Soon, one black guy walked to her front. The other walked up behind her and unzipped. His semi-erect cock was at least 1-2 inches larger than mine and it was coke bottle thick.



Black cock in-hand, he guided it to her pink pussy. His large cockhead pushed her pussy lips wide open as he entered her a couple of inches. He paused a moment before slowly forcing his shaft into her pussy, until his balls rested just above my forehead. The wife moaned out loud. Her clit, now in my mouth, became erect, again.



As the black man began to fuck her, I was thinking I would not want to be on the receiving end of a fuck from this man. He through his whole body into fucking her. I was sure she would feel that fuck for several days, but right now, her pussy loved it.



As his pace quickened, his large balls began bouncing off my forehead and my tongue would occasionally contact his thrusting shaft as I licked her clit. He either did not mind or did not notice. Who would with a pussy tightly wrapped around your cock?



It didn’t take long for the big man to start making pre-orgasmic grunts the way he was slamming her pussy. With his hands on her hips, he began deeply pushing into her and pulling her pussy up and down his long, fat shaft. Her pussy was stretched so wide that I could easily see her pussy lips sliding in and out with the motion of his cock.



She came first, though, groaning loudly. Her pussy juices practically waterfalled onto my face. Then I saw his balls begin contracting as his engorged cock began to spew sperm into her pussy. Sperm ran down the base of his shaft as he continued to plunge in and out of her.



After he had completed cumming, he held steady for a moment, probably savoring their convulsing uterus. When he pulled out of her, long, thin strings of cum hung from his cock to her pussy. I caught some of them on my tongue.



My movement caused the black man to look down and at me. When he saw me licking my lips, he pushed his still swollen cock into my mouth. I greedily sucked his cock clean before he walked away. I savored the juices.



Wanting more, I cranked my neck up so I could suck-up the thick globs of his cum that dribbled from her hanging labia lips. I kept eating his sweet salty cum mixed with her sweet pussy juice, until I saw her abdomen tremor, again.



I had completely forgotten about the second black man, until I felt his knee come to rest on the couch. I immediately looked up. He was stroking a massive cock. It was super thick and, although hard, it was pointing towards the carpet. I thought, ‘how can a woman accommodate this monster into her belly!’



The second black man began to rub his bulbous cockhead up and down her slit, just inches away from my face. When he was ready, I saw for the second time a huge cock head spread her pussy lips to gain entry.



Any remaining cum juice form the first black man squeezed out as the second black man pushed his cock inside her. Apparently, this close-up was too much for me. I felt my cock begin to swell. The wife noticed, too, and sucked it into her mouth quickly, swallowing it to the base. I raised my hips to assist as much as possible. I knew I was going to cum. I closed my eyes and saw stars as my sperm jetted out.



After I had shot a couple of loads down her throat, she pulled her mouth back on my cock and jacked me. She made sure my second orgasm was complete.



Meanwhile, the second black man couldn’t keep his cock in her. It kept slipping out and pushing to the side of her inner thigh. I guess the wife and I were being too rowdy. Anyway, she reached around, grabbed my hand, and placed it on his cock, so that l could guide it into her pussy.



I was amazed at how large it felt in my hand. I held five inches of hard cock after I just slid four inches of it into her pussy!



Despite her pussy being stretched to the max, the wife started fucking him like crazy – back and forth and up and down. When her pussy tired, she ground her pelvis into him. Her haunches were very strong.



When she finally stopped grinding, the black man really started to fuck her. His fat cock became a blur in and out of her pussy. He was not going to last long, either.



In no time, his balls began to flex repeatedly as they emptied into the wife’s pussy. It seemed to take him a couple of minutes before he finally stopped thrusting.



Her pussy must have awash with sperm. When he pulled his huge black cock out, I heard a loud, wet suction sound. I looked up to see his fresh cum bubbling and trickling out of her pussy. Lustfully, I drove my tongue into her pussy, licking and sucking the sperm out of it.



My face was now completely wet with black sperm and white pussy juice as I untangled myself from underneath her. I walked up to her and we kissed. We tasted each other’s smeared faces.



The husband wanted to fuck her ass, but she declined his advances and got dressed. The show was over. I left before the couple did. The white pony was something else.

It was Saturday evening. Eric Collins drove down a street lined with rundown houses and closed stores. Garbage was up and down the sidewalks. He parked his car in an empty parking lot. The few other cars were mostly abandoned and gutted.



Looking nervously around, he walked to a seedy building nearby. A neon marquee sign with interchangeable letters greeted him from above the entrance. It gave the building the look of an old movie theatre. Only, this wasn’t a movie theatre but a strip club instead.



In big bold letters, the sign read:



THE RED ROSE CLUB

LIVE ‘N’ LOADED

SATURDAY STAR SHOW



Eric had never been to this sleazy club. He hadn’t even driven through this dirty part of town before. Until recently, he had never heard of the club. And now that he was standing in front of it, the strip joint didn’t look invitingly at all.



His interest had been piqued last week when one of his buddies from work had started chattering about the new ‘Red Rose Whore’.



“That’s one nasty bitch, dude!” he had told Eric over and over again. “You can live out your filthiest fantasies with that kinky whore!”



“She’s called Queeny Ho and she’s definitely the queen of hoes in town! She’s down for everything, man! And I mean EVERTHING!” he had continued gushing about this particular hooker nonstop.



After a full week of listening to his buddy raving about the smoking hot whore, Eric had finally gotten convinced to visit the club. So here he was – an average Joe about to enter a seedy strip joint in the town’s sleazy redlight district for the first time in his life.



Heading inside, Eric went down a short, dark hallway before stepping into the main room. It was a large area with a main stage at one end and two smaller stages at the corners of the opposite side. In between those stages, a seating area with a wide range of tables and chairs was located.



A platinum blonde bimbo was dancing in the spotlight of the main stage giving a strip show. As it was pretty early on a Saturday evening, the club wasn’t packed yet. Despite the dim light, Eric was able to notice that there were two different kinds of guests present. A couple of men looked like regulars chatting with the barkeeper or the waitresses while most guests appeared to be some kind of fanboys. They were easy to identify as they were either holding a camera or a photo of the blonde stripper. Remembering the large poster at the club entrance, Eric figured that the blonde bimbo had to be a famous pornstar feature dancing at the club.



He took a seat next to a regular. It was an older guy with a receding hairline. Looking at the main stage, something else caught Eric’s attention. In front of it, a woman was kneeling on the ground. She had long, jet, dark red hair that flowed down her shoulders and an incredible pair of perfectly shaped, firm D-cup tits. This had to be Queeny Ho. The ‘Red Rose Whore’ his buddy had been raving about.



And his pal had been telling the truth. She looked ravishing with the face of a supermodel and the full-figured, curvy body of a Playboy bunny. She was definitely way too hot to be working as a low, cheap hooker in such a seedy club.



Even more surprising than the whore’s striking beauty was the scene happening right in front of his eyes. He had been expecting a lot of different things but none of that came even close to what he was seeing.



The ‘Red Rose Whore’ was completely naked except for a pair of black fencenet stockings and pink vinyl platform ankle boots. Instead of a dress, she was wearing a leather collar around her neck. A silver chain was attached to the front hook of the collar. The chain hung down the whore’s front, ran though her legs and was tied behind her back to the strip pole in the middle of the main stage.



It wasn’t simply a leash though. It looked more like an accessory cladding the ginger slut – an incredibly obscene accessory. The silver chain didn’t end at the collar. Instead, it was threaded through the hook and split in two parts. Each part was attached to one of the slut’s silver tit rings and extended down to her silver labia rings. Each part then ran through a cunt ring from the outside and got linked back together in the middle right above her pussy. This way, the leash was one long single chain attached to all four rings in a diamond form. If the leash got pulled, it caused a chain reaction pulling on all four rings concurrently.



As the leash was rather short, it pulled the whore’s cunt rings up spreading her twat open and invitingly exposing her tender, pink pussy flesh. At the same time, it pushed her big, juicy funbags up to her chin making them stand up firmly.



In addition to this fetish attire, her arms were cuffed behind her back and some words were written over her forehead and belly with red lipstick. On her forehead, Eric could make out the words:



‘CUM DUMP’



All over her belly, the service on sale was advertised:



ROCK-BOTTOM WHORE – ROCK-BOTTOM PRICE



FUCK ANY HOLES – DECIDE ABOUT THE PRICE



Eric couldn’t believe his eyes. This was the filthiest, most debauched scene he had ever witnessed. On one hand, Queeny Ho looked like a scorching hot glamour model. On the other hand, she was dressed up like a will-less slave.



Looking at the submissive figure in front of the stage was enough to bring Eric’s cock to live. In a heartbeat his dick was erect. Thus, it only shocked him the more that no one else paid any attention to the ravishing slut. None of the guys seemed to give a shit about her. Instead, they rather watched the strip show although the dance routine seemed to be more than lame.



Leaning over to his old table neighbour, he asked.



“Why is no one using that leashed whore?”



“Hehehe!” the old guy responded with some hoarse laughter.



“Nailed that piece of fuckmeat just yesterday!” he explained. “She’s a great fuck but she’s the daily whore in here. You can tap that ass any day.”



“Look at that blond bitch!” he continued pointing at the stripper on the main stage. “She’s today’s special star. A real pornstar! Got all her videos! Jerked off to her countless times!



“Maybe, I can get a piece of that ass later when the strip show’s over. Better save my cream for some fresh ass! I can nail the ‘Red Rose Whore’ any day again.” he concluded.



For a moment, Eric was taken aback by the blunt explanation of the club regular. But obviously, the old geezer wasn’t alone with his opinion. Apparently, all the regulars had already vented their lust on all of her fuckholes extensively. Now, they had gotten used to the ‘Red Rose Whore’ and were back on the hunt for some fresh meat. The fanboys on the other hand only had eyes for their favourite pornstar anyways.



This impression got confirmed by the ongoing action. While Eric had been talking with the old regular, Queeny Ho had gotten into motion. With her arms cuffed behind her back, she had crawled over to the first guy in line on her knees. In the process, she had to drag on the leash and the chain came into full effect.



With her back arched, the chain stretched her massive D-cup tits further upwards causing her full, ripe melons to bulge out from her chest to the effect that they got pressed up against her chin in an obscene display. The chain also pushed her piss flaps further up opening her pussyhole wide and showing off her pink fuck tunnel. As the leash hung down from the collar hook and ran through her legs, the chain was firmly pressed against her open, unprotected pussy flesh.



The first man the ginger whore reached was a fat guy sweating heavily. He was busy taking pictures of the blonde stripper. Kneeling in front of him, the leashed hooker asked.



“Please sir, may this fuckdoll serve you as a cum dump?”



At first, the guy didn’t react not even noticing the whore’s presence. She had to repeat her degrading plead one more time before he responded. With an annoyed expression on his face, the fat ugly guy lowered his camera and gave the kneeling whore a look-over.



“Can’t you see I’m busy, dim-witted bitch?” he shot back with a harsh voice before shooing the leashed hooker away.



Eric could hear the ‘Red Rose Whore’ whimpering in response to the fat guy’s mean reaction. With her head hanging down, she quickly crawled over to the next guy. As the first row was crowded with fanboys, she didn’t have any luck though. She got shooed away by all the guys.



Listening to such a gorgeous beauty begging to be used as nothing more than a cum dumpster and seeing her getting rejected by sleazy old geezers, fat ugly blokes and average Joe’s seemed incredibly pathetic to Eric. Her reactions clearly told him how humiliating it must feel for the ginger whore. She looked like a whipped dog with his tail between his legs. Still, she continued her degrading hooker march.



The second row was positioned pretty far off the main stage. Crawling there, Queeny Ho’s chain was pulled taut. Her cunt lips and fucktits were stretched out to the maximum and the chain pressed painfully into her soft inner pussy flesh. She was constantly whining and whimpering from the pressure by now.



Still, the leashed hooker pulled on the chain with all her might in an attempt to finally score a john. The way she was tearing on the chain like a dog and grovelling throughout the floor made her look even more pathetic and desperate.



“Please, ouh…, sir ouh…, use this piece of fuckmeat, ouh…, any way you want, ouh!”



By now, her pleading got interrupted by her whimpering. It had such a ridiculous sound to it that it only made the guys laugh about the pitiful whore.



Finally, a man in the second row was gracious enough to take the ‘Red Rose Whore’ up on her offer. But once again, the scene unravelling in front of Eric took him by surprise.



The desperate hooker didn’t get the chance to give the guy a blowjob. Instead, the bloke simply pointed at his feet. Queeny Ho reacted instantly. Eric could see her sticking out her tongue and tentatively starting to lick the instep of the guy’s left shoe.



The bloke gave her a few moments to properly spitshine his shoe. Apparently, the leashed hooker was licking away too slowly though. The bloke wasn’t satisfied with her work so he pushed his right foot up and put it on the back of her head. Standing on her head, he firmly pressed the ginger whore’s mouth onto the instep of his shoe.



This action took the ‘Red Rose Whore’ totally by surprise. She tried to fight back against this crude manhandling. Her legs desperately kicked out to all sides but it was to no avail. She wasn’t strong enough. Instead, it only increased the pressure from his foot on the back of her head.



The guy used his foot to push her head back and forth until the whore had scraped any dirt off his filthy shoe’s instep with her lips and tongue. He was using her mouth as nothing more than a shoeshine rag!



When he was satisfied with the whore’s work, he changed his feet making her lick the right shoe clean as well. This time, the ‘Red Rose Whore’ didn’t protest anymore. Instead, she submissively waited for his foot to press her mouth onto his right foot and guide her lips over the dirty instep.



Meanwhile, the guy pulled out his cock and started jacking off. After a few minutes, he grabbed Queeny Ho’s ginger hair and pushed her face in front of his straining dick. By now, her dark red lipstick had been smeared all over her cheeks. Unceremoniously, he dropped his load straight into her mouth. He didn’t even wait for the whore to swallow his gift before he took out a 10$ bill and threw it onto the ground. His attention was already directed back to the strip show.



As Queeny Hoe’s arms were cuffed behind her back, she had to bend down and pick up the dollar bill with her mouth. She mumbled a ‘Thank you’ before crawling to the next guy.



Eric was shocked once again. 10$ was far less than the price of a simple lap dance in any other strip club. The name ‘Rock-Bottom Whore’ somehow seemed more than justified.



By now, his dick was hard as a rock. The scene was so perverse. He had never seen a woman getting debased any deeper. He had never seen a woman being treated in such a devaluating way. He had never seen a woman degrading herself so willingly either.



The ginger whore had to crawl over to the next guy in line with the bill in her mouth as she couldn’t carry it any other way. The man didn’t even wait for her offer though. Instead, he simply kicked her ass when she stopped in front of him. Queeny Ho almost toppled over and fell onto her face. Just the taut chain stopped her body in a most painful way. Once again, Eric could hear the leashed hooker whimpering as much from the pain as from the utter humiliation.



With her make-up smeared over her face, her tits and pussy lips stretched obscenely wide by the chain and the dollar note in her mouth, the ‘Red Rose Whore’ couldn’t look any more pathetic or ridiculous.



Reaching the third guy in line, she had to spit the bill onto the ground before offering her service. By now, the constant pressure on her nipples and cunt lips gave her face a pained expression. Still, she begged the guy to be used as a cum dump.



The guy had a new task for Queeny Ho. She had to get up onto her feet, squat down and spread her legs wide. Then she had to lean back until her shoulders were on the ground. In this position, she was told to hump the guy’s leg like a dog to make herself cum. She had to pump the air with her hips to get into contact with his calf.



This submissive display gave all guys a good laugh. Eric could see her face taking on the dark red colour of her hair. The shame and embarrassment was burning on her cheeks. Adding insult to injury, the chain was painfully pressed into her tender cunt every time she pressed her pussy against the guy’s leg. Thereby, each hump was accompanied by a pained yelp.



Still, the ‘Red Rose Whore’ humped the leg like a demented sex addict in need of an orgasm. When she finally orgasmed her entire body was drenched in sweat from the effort.



In the meantime, the guy jacked off. Instead of dropping his gooey load of cum into her mouth though, he shot it straight onto the filthy, mucky floor. He added a 10$ bill to the gooey puddle on the ground.



Queeny Hoe couldn’t suppress a disgusted whimper when she bent down. Like a true rock bottom whore, she lapped up the sticky sperm and picked up the two dollar notes with her mouth. The grossed out expression on her face told Eric a distinct story about the state of the filthy floor. The thought alone was enough to make him shake in disgust.



Continuing her hooker march, the ‘Red Rose Whore’ scored one more john. It was one of the regulars. He made her turn around so her ass was in his direction. Then she had to put her face on the ground and stick her ass into the air.



With the leashed hooker helplessly kneeling in front of him, the man pushed his legs up and placed them on her ass. He used her as a simple footrest objectifying her as nothing more than a piece of furniture. Every now and then, he ran the filthy sole of his shoes over her spread open pussy making her twitch from the unexpected touch and groan at the same time. He didn’t stop until he had finished his drink. At least, it earned the ginger whore 5 bucks.



Finally the chain reached its maximum length putting an end to her degrading hooker march. Queeny Ho could pull as much as she wanted, it wouldn’t go any further. By then, her tits and labia had been stretched into new dimensions. Her funbags were stretched so wide, they had taken on the form of cones and looked like rockets ready to blast off.



The last guy in reach for the ‘Red Rose Whore’ was Eric Collins. His cock was pulsating and straining like mad from the perverted show. Before the whore had even offered her service, he had pulled out his dick, grabbed her head and pushed her mouth over his tool.



He was more than ready for the ultimate ‘Red Rose Experience’ and Queeny Ho finally got her mouth used as a proper fuckhole.















It was Saturday evening and Vanessa was kneeling in front of the main stage of the ‘Red Rose Club’. She had just given her first blowjob of the night to a new customer. Until then, this hooking shift had been the worst ever. She had never felt as humiliated before in her life.



She was used to being the center of attention in the ‘Red Rose Club’. During the last week, the new attraction of ‘Queeny Ho – the hot fuckslut’ had proven a goldmine. It had turned the club from a seedy, cheap, unfrequented strip joint into the hottest spot in the redlight district buzzing with guests. Pavone had even decided to turn the House-Specials into regular routines because of their tremendous success.



But weekends were a different case. All the other strip clubs and brothels in the redlight district were staging popular, well-known theme nights. And Pavone’s club was known for its live shows with guest strippers. These guest dancers were pornstars travelling from city to city and strip club to strip club. Most of them were big stars in the adult business their name alone was enough to bring new fans to the ‘Red Rose Club’.



These special theme nights implied that Vanessa got reduced to nothing more than a cum dump. An object, the customers could use for their quick satisfaction while focusing their attention on some popular pornstar.



Getting shunted off was more humiliating than any debasing sex act she had ever been forced to do. It hurt her pride. She was the ‘Red Rose Star’! She was the prettiest whore in town! She deserved to be the star of the weekend shows.



Of course, Pavone hadn’t given a rat’s ass on Vanessa’s opinion. The theme nights were a mainstay of the club and nothing would change that. On Saturdays, the featured pornstar gave a 30 minutes strip show starting each full hour. In between, she was giving autographs to her fans. During the dance shows, Vanessa had to serve as the leashed cum dump while she had to wait tables during the breaks.



Right now, the first dance shift was running. As it was early in the evening, the club was only half-full. Pavone had ordered her to earn at least 50 bucks during each dance shift. As no costumer had approached the ‘Cum Dump’ by themselves, she had been forced to grovel to the guests. It had only earned her 25§ though. So she had been more than happy when the final guy had asked for a blowjob. She had gone to town on his dick like a nympho worshipping it like it was her elixir of life. Fortunately, that guy had enjoyed her cocksucking so much he had paid the missing 25 bucks.



The evening had just started and Vanessa already couldn’t imagine being able to take this utter humiliation for the rest of the night. Kneeling back in front of the main stage, she remembered the way this Saturday had begun. It had gotten off to such a good start …















Friday night, Vanessa hadn’t gotten any sleep. After returning home from the restaurant, her mind had been in overdrive and the thoughts running wild inside her head had kept her on her toes.



Over and over again, the events from the restaurant had replayed in front of her inner eye. The walk of shame through Downtown dressed like a cheap, worthless street hooker with a slut-ad hanging off her tits had been an incredibly embarrassing experience. The introduction of Maria as the new office slut and Vanessa’s defeat in the slut-challenge had been a hard blow to her self-confidence. Connor preferring to fuck Maria using Vanessa as nothing more than the ‘Fluffer-Hoe’ had been extremely humiliating.



But the worst thing of it all had been losing her role as office slut. She had been driven down another peg on the status ladder. In the eyes of Stanton, Miller and Erickson, she was now a low hooker working her ass off in the ‘Red Rose Club’ once and for all.



And they were right. She wasn’t needed as a secretary and neither as the office slut anymore. Her only duty was to put her fuckholes on the chopping block for the quick satisfaction of sleazy lowlifes in order to pay back her contractual penalty.

This realization hit her harder than anything ever before and it mercilessly preyed her mind.



It felt like her entire self-image had been shattered into pieces. She had been the elegant, posh secretary who could twist any guy around her little finger with ease – even getting away with her arrogant ice-queen attitude in the country club. She was a classy secretary with a kinky secret – a classy secretary that lived out her submissive side by serving random men letting them treat her like a dirty, filthy whore.



The experiences of the past months had taught Vanessa that she needed both of her opposing, polar selves to feel complete. And she needed to make sure that she wouldn’t lose one of it.



The events in the restaurant had revealed that she couldn’t rely on Stanton and his lawyers. He had introduced her to the country club and paid her more money than she could have ever earned with her qualifications. But it had been all in return for her service as office slut. The moment she would have paid the entire contractual penalty, she wouldn’t be of any use for him and he would drop her like a hot brick.







During the night, Vanessa had been going through her options and her thoughts had wandered back to her time working as a secretary in the law-office. As she had signed a special contract, Stanton, Miller and Erickson had assumed she would never be able to turn her back on the company. Otherwise, she would have been marked as a whore for life never being able to find a decent job ever again.



Thus, she had worked closely with the three lawyers – like their private secretary. They had assigned her to work on several special deals they hadn’t wanted to involve the other secretaries in. Those deals had been more than risky and very juicy. There was a lot of money flowing and lots of real estate involved.



Of course, all the names of the business partners in the files and documents had been ciphered. But one day working on some papers, Vanessa had accidentally gotten a look into an electronic file that matched the anonymous codes to real names. Vanessa had immediately realized the importance of that file. So she had tried to memorize as many names as possible. Amongst others, Pavone and Connor had been on top of that list. Back then, Vanessa hadn’t recognized those names. But now, she knew these two men too well. Stanton kept this electronic file on an external hard drive which he either locked in his office vault or took home.



Vanessa was completely aware that this knowledge was compromising and highly dangerous for all persons involved. Now that she had lost her status as secretary and her role as queen bee of the country club was in danger, this knowledge came in handy.



She only knew too well that Pavone wouldn’t let her go after she had worked off her fine. Most definitely, he was planning to keep his ‘Red Rose Whore’ in his club as she was making him tons of money.



But the public hotel incident and Stanton’s way of handling the situation told her one thing for sure. The lawyers were more than sensitive about her role as office-slut and they didn’t want to get it publicized under any circumstances. There was no other reason for keeping Mark as her watchdog.



For the moment, she couldn’t use her compromising knowledge about Stanton and Pavone’s deceptive business practices. After all, she was deeply entangled in all of these illegal activities. She had helped them conduct their illegal activities so she was an accomplice.



Still, the knowledge could be more than helpful. She needed to make sure that she wouldn’t be dragged down with all the men and she needed some security against Pavone. She didn’t even care if their activities were uncovered or not. All she wanted was to keep her country club status and financial security.



She couldn’t risk being the one toppling over backwards and taking the fall. Stanton, Pavone and Connor were no persons to mess with easily. So she needed to put some pieces into place before she was on the safe side.



Nevertheless, it felt good to have a plan. But first of all, she needed to find a way to keep up her posh lady-self.







When Vanessa arose from her bed on Saturday morning, there was only one thing on her mind. She couldn’t accept the loss of her ice-queen self. She finally had to realize her eternal goal – becoming a spoilt trophy wife.



She put on an elegant summer dress and headed straight to the country club. She didn’t even bother telling Mark about it. Instead, she immediately called Steve when she left her apartment building. Steve was the young physician she had met in the country club a few times who had taken a real liking to her.



After the severe humiliations of last night, Vanessa needed to be treated like a real lady. And she needed to make sure that she retained access to the exclusive country club. The easiest way was to officially become Steve’s girlfriend and in the long run more than that.



Until then, she would have repaid the contractual fine by working in the ‘Red Rose Club’. Steve would be her ticket away from Pavone and the lawyers. They couldn’t allow other members of the country club to get aware of their shady businesses and Vanessa had to minimize the risk of Steve finding out about her whore past. Thereby, it would be a win-win-situation for all of them. Vanessa would live a posh life keeping her insider information to herself. Pavone and SEP would continue their business practices undisturbed while keeping Vanessa on their radar and her whore past a secret.







The dinner with Steve in the country club went just as Vanessa had hoped for. He treated her like a real princess and the two chatted for a long time. When she had to leave, he invited her to a cocktail party on Sunday. She felt closer to her destiny than ever before. Her life goal of becoming a posh trophy wife felt within reach. Getting invited to these high-class events was the next step on her way into the high society.



Leaving Steve and the country club, Vanessa felt reassured of her lady-self again. The other women in the club still considered her their queen bee. With her knowledge about the connections between SEP, Pavone and Connor this wouldn’t change. She was certain that they wouldn’t risk exposing her. They had too much to lose.



Everything was going smoothly with Steve and soon she wouldn’t need Miller or Stanton any further as her access ticket to the club.







On her way out, she nearly bumped into a security guard. It turned out to be the one fat, middle-aged guard she disliked the most.



Each time that particular guard was on duty, he blatantly devoured her full-figured, curvy body. It always felt like he was undressing Vanessa with his eyes giving her the creeps.



In the country club, Vanessa was always in full lady mode and the slutty part of her self was buried in the rearmost corner of her mind. Therefore, she was particularly sensitive to the guard’s lecherous behaviour.



Each time she met him, Vanessa reacted the same way becoming all reactant and acting as abrasive as possible. She always flashed her most arrogant expression and behaved as snotty as possible to show him in no uncertain terms that she was way out of his league.



This time, he walked out of his duty station the exact moment Vanessa passed by. When she bumped into him, he got a good feel of her tits. Vanessa’s blood was boiling. The guard was going too far. She was about to make a scene right there. She started cussing him out but he only leered at her. The more she swore at him, the bigger his evil, leering smile grew. Vanessa kept on cussing the guy out until she realized that there was no one around to watch or hear the argument. So she stopped in despair and stormed off with a crimson face.







The moment she stepped into her car, she had already calmed down. The day was going too good to get worked up over some low, insignificant lecher.



After yesterday’s events, the visit to the country club had been the perfect idea. She had lived and breathed her lady-self for the day. Now, she was more than ready to live out her slut-self during the night.







After a visit to Vanessa’s favourite beauty salon where she had gotten a full spoiling session and a fresh French manicure, she arrived at the ‘Red Rose Club’ with Mark at her side.



Since Mark had started working for Pavone as Vanessa’s watchdog, he had turned into his loyal henchman. By now, he had earned Pavone’s full trust and got assigned to more and more areas of responsibility. It seemed like he had finally found his calling. He appeared like a completely new person. The slacker hanging around the house and watching TV all day long was completely gone. Instead, he was full of beans bubbling over with confidence. In a short space of time, he had earned respect from everyone working at the club from the waitresses to the bouncers.







As soon as Vanessa had arrived at the club, she changed into her stripper outfit. It was a metallic pink two-piece set with a front tie halter top, a matching pink metallic ruffle mini skirt, black fencenet stockings and pink platform ankle boots with 6″ heels. No bra or panties were part of the outfit.



The top was only held up by the tie between her tits. It left her belly completely free showing off her ‘Trailer Trash Whore’ flame ring tattoo that circled her bellybutton and ‘Queeny Ho’ lower back tramp stamp. Only the ‘Property of Pavone’ stamp tattoo was covered by the mini skirt. The skirt didn’t hide much else though. It was so tiny that it didn’t even cover the lower half of her ass. All in all, it perfectly fit the description of a stripper outfit.



When she had just finished getting dressed, Pavone called her into his office. Obviously, he wanted to introduce the star of the Saturday Live Show personally to Vanessa. However, the word ‘star’ had a hollow ring to it. Vanessa didn’t expect to meet a real star but a worn-out whore that had been shooting adult videos for years and was now doing the dance circuit routine living off her famous name from the past.







Entering the office, Pavone sat at his desk and next to him stood a woman that looked completely different from what Vanessa had expected.



The pornstar greeting her was about the same age as Vanessa with long, straight, platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She was petite with a small height and had an incredible hourglass figure. Her waist was tiny while her tits were huge. The round, overblown, plastic flesh-balloons looked incredibly fake but also very familiar.



It was Maria!



Vanessa stood in the office with a gaping mouth totally flabbergasted and her heart skipped a beat. Once again, Maria’s appearance came as a total surprise catching her off guard.



What was she doing here? What did Pavone plan with Maria?



Her former best friend was Stanton’s new office-slut. But that was no reason for her to be in the ‘Red Rose Club’.



Vanessa couldn’t believe that Maria showed up at the club. This was her territory! She was the queen bee in this place! And she wouldn’t tolerate any rivals!







In an instant, the wrath and anger about yesterday’s loss flared back up inside Vanessa. It seemed like Maria was becoming her nemesis and it made Vanessa furious. It had been a huge effort to suppress all that rage but now it was back on with full force.



Maria showing up in the ‘Red Rose Club’ could only mean one thing. She was the guest stripper for the Live Show. Her ex-bff had been shooting porn movies during her college years and become popular as Heidy Moon Stratus.



That name alone sounded pathetic in Vanessa’s ears. It was a clear reference to those two wannabe celebrities. Not even in porn, Maria could make a name of herself. But looking her former best friend over, Vanessa had to admit the striking resemblance.



Of all pornstars in the world, Pavone had to hire Maria. This couldn’t be a coincidence! Eying him, Vanessa noticed his amused facial expression and she knew for sure. This was no coincidence!



“I heard you two already met.” he said barely able to contain his amusement. “A little reunion is always nice, isn’t it?”



“Stanton has been singing praises about his new office slut for quite some time.” Pavone continued his explanation for Maria’s presence. “And when I found out that she’s a former pornstar, I had to invite her for a Live Show.”



“No one says no to a little extra money on the side, right?” he finally addressed Maria.



Pavone emphasised his point with a rough slap to her ass making the blonde bimbo stumble forward a bit. However, Maria held her gaze looking straight at Vanessa. The redhead could clearly see the lasting elation about the blonde’s win at the restaurant in Maria’s eyes.



And it made her only the more furious. It was just too much to take for Vanessa and the pent up anger burst out of her.



“That bitch got no place in here, you fucking bastard!” she exclaimed in full rage. “She’s not famous! No one’s gonna come to the club just to watch her strip!”



“You’re gonna regret that decision. She’s not gonna earn you a single buck!” she continued her rant. “Let me do the live performance and I can guarantee you that I’m gonna earn you more money than that pathetic wannabe-slut!”



Before Vanessa was finished with her outburst, Pavone had stepped in front of her. His face was glowing dark red. By now, he was just as enraged as his ‘Red Rose Whore’.



“Did I allow you to question my decisions?” he bellowed at Vanessa.



His entire posture and mean expression didn’t bode anything well. And it instantly shut the redhead up. Immediately, she felt intimidated and small.



“That mouth is not meant for talking but for sucking cocks only!” he barked at her. “Haven’t you learnt that the last time? You only speak up when I tell you to! Do you understand that, fuckwhore?”



Vanessa was all submissive by now. Nervously looking over to Maria, she could see the blonde smiling in delight over her former best friend getting a harsh rebuke. It was more than enough to let Vanessa feel her low status.



“Yes master. I’m sorry master!” she whispered with a small voice.



A second later, Pavone had ripped the pink metallic top and pink metallic mini skirt off her body. Now, she was standing bare naked in front of him – except for her tramp tattoos, black fencenet stockings and pink platform ankle boots.



Pavone then produced a collar and a chain leash. When he had put the collar around her neck and attached the chain to her cunt rings, tit rings and the collar hook, he dragged her out of the office on the leash.



“I got the perfect role for you, scumwhore!” he explained while leading his slut into the main room. “As you’re so eager to show your worth, you’re gonna be the cum dump for our customers today. Prove that you’re of any value and earn 50 bucks a dance shift, you stupid piece of fuckmeat!”



Making her kneel on the floor in front of the main stage, he attached the chain to the strip pole while Mark used a red lipstick to finish Vanessa’s outfit.







That was the place Vanessa was still kneeling at when the first dance show came to an end. No further customer had approached her. But at least, she had earned the 50 bucks.



During her shift of waiting tables, Vanessa could see that most of the fanboys lined up to get an autograph and a picture with their favorite pornstar. But most of them left the club after they had received their precious price. They had gotten everything they had come for. Slowly, the rush on Heidy Moon Stratus dried off.



This observation helped lessening the deep humiliation of getting disregarded by those fanboys. Instead, the anger about Maria invading her territory flamed back up.







Vanessa couldn’t let Maria take over the club. But she didn’t see any possibility to go up against it. After all, she was working for Pavone and he had decided to invite Maria as the star of the live show.



Vanessa tried to reassure herself by telling herself that this was only for the Saturday show. Every club needed a little variety to attract new customers. Maria would be gone once and for all after this Saturday. For the entire week, she would be the centerpiece again. ‘Queeny Ho – the Red Rose Star’ would be the main attraction again.



Still, a negative connotation remained. It simply rubbed her the wrong way taking a back seat to another woman – especially to her nemesis Maria.



A few months ago, Vanessa wouldn’t even have dreamt of working in a strip club. And now, she was not only taking pride in being the city’s top whore but she was dead set on fighting for this title.







When the second dance shift started, Mark grabbed Vanessa’s leash and attached the chain to the strip pole again. He didn’t care about her any further even forgetting to cuff her hands behind her back. There she was obediently kneeling on the ground in front of the main stage again.



The club had filled noticeably although the demography of guests had changed. While the number of fanboys had decreased, several groups of young blokes partying and boozing had come to the club. Shortly before the second strip show started, a large biker gang arrived.



Pavone announced the special guest of the Saturday Star Show and a moment later, Maria – or rather Heidy Moon Stratus – stepped onto the main stage accompanied by loud hollers and cheers.



Maria perfectly knew how to play the crowd as she was wearing a slutty cheerleader costume that consisted of a blue tie front bra top, a white Lycra mini skirt, white knee high boots and blue pom poms.



The top was at least two sizes too small tightly squeezing Maria’s huge, overblown fuckudders and making the titflesh bulge out of the bra.



With her tight figure and bleached blonde hair, she looked like the perfect picture of a cheerleader. And with her massive funbags and slutty smile, she made all the guys’ fantasies boil over.



Maria started showing off several cheerleader moves using the pom poms to full effect. After a few minutes, she threw the pom poms into the crowd and began stripping off the bra top.



Vanessa was watching from her position. She almost had to stifle a yawn. Maria was wearing the same outfit and giving the same exact performance as before. The blonde’s dance routine was more than boring. The bimbo bitch was doing nothing more than gyrating around the strip pole showing off her fake plastic boobs.



This ignited Vanessa wrath once again. Maria was simply living off her pornstar name not putting any effort into her dance show. Vanessa could give a far superior performance. Still, she was kneeling on the ground reduced to a cum dump.



The longer Maria’s dance routine lasted, the more unbearable it became to Vanessa. She felt the urge to show the customerss what an enticing strip show was all about. This urge slowly built up inside of her growing stronger and stronger until she couldn’t watch the pretentious Barbie bitch’s show any longer.



Vanessa’s fury about Maria showing up in the club, the disappointment of being relegated to play the second fiddle and the anger about the lacklustre show finally overcame the redhead.



Thus, she started her own big show.



She grabbed the chain and detached it from the strip pole. Then she got up on her feet and walked over to a biker swaying her ass from side to side.



Right then and there, Vanessa was like an animal on the hunt – or rather a slut on a mission. Her only goal was to prove that she was the better slut than Maria. She was totally focused on pulling off a better performance than the pretentious pornstar Heidy Moon Stratus.



Reaching the guy, she handed the leash over to him. She willingly turned herself into his fuck puppet on his strings. With an evil smile on his face, the heavily tattooed biker started pulling the chain into different directions.



He used the chain to make his puppet dance on the strings. He pulled Vanessa’s fat fucktits and juicy pussy lips to each side forcing her body to follow helplessly. He turned the redhead into a marionette that was giving him the most vulgar, obscene dance possible.

The pressure on her precious nipples and cunt lips made Vanessa yelp and groan in rhythm while she got jerked around his chair. The biker dragged the chain from side to side making Queeny Ho pirouette around his chair. Then he pulled the chain up and down making the redhead jump and squat while her funbags were wildly jiggling and shaking.



Finally, the biker pushed the chain towards himself making Vanessa stumble upon his lap. She instantly, cupped her fat fucktits from the sides and pressed them right into his face. She almost smothered him with her soft titflesh while he licked her pierced nipples.



Eventually, Vanessa took the chain off his hands and turned around. The ginger whore bent over deeply with her legs straight giving him the full view of her round bubble butt, invitingly swollen pussy lips and firm round knockers peeking through her spread legs.



In this position, she asked the guy.



“Please sir, rate the slut’s performance! Push a finger up the fuckdoll’s cunt if you liked it! Spank her ass if you didn’t like it!”



A harsh slap landed on each of Vanessa’s ass cheeks instantly turning them bright red. In response, Vanessa said.



“Thank you sir, this dumb piece of shit whore will try better.”



Then she raised herself back up and danced over to the next table in line. There was a group of young blokes seated. They appeared to be a clique of college hunks looking for some naughty action outside of their usual dorm parties. Vanessa handed the chain to one of the young hunks.



“C’mon, make the puppet dance!” his friends immediately cheered him on.



Their comments spurred the young bloke on. He made Vanessa turn around and threaded the leash through her legs. This way, Queeny Ho was dancing with her ass facing him. Pulling the leash from side to side, he made her gyrate her hips.



“Shake dat ass! Show me what you got!” another friend urged the ginger whore on.



“Don’t make me leave with my foot up your ass!” a third friend added making the entire clique laugh at their fuck puppet.



The young college hunk dragged the leash towards him making their ginger marionette bend over and stick her ass out. Vanessa tried to obey their order flexing her ass muscles to make her butt cheeks shake and wriggle as wildly as possible. The bloke started pulling on the chain making his fuck puppet bend her knees. In response, he pulled the leash back up pushing it deeply up her soft, tender slit and making Vanessa jump up.



He started a rhythm making the slut bend and jump. Queeny Ho had a hard time concentrating on the ass shaking while getting yanked around on her tender piss flaps and sensitive nipples so she stumbled several times. Every time she tripped and floundered, the college hunks high-fived as if they had scored a point while the rest of the customers laughed about the clumsy skank. At least, her ass cheeks were bouncing like crazy as the young blokes had ordered.



Vanessa felt like she was caught in an endless stream of humiliation. The chain attire seemed like a device from hell only created to debase her. The only thing that kept her from crying was the fact that her sudden, unexpected outburst brought the customers back to live. They had quieted down further and further becoming bored by Maria’s lame strip show. Now, they started hooting and hollering again – but for Vanessa this time.



Eventually, Queeny Ho took the leash from the young college bloke and bent over for his rating. This time, her cunt got the attention. He approved of her performance! But it didn’t stop with one finger up her pussy. Instead, the one finger was followed by a second and a third one. Then she even felt two fingers wriggling their way up her asshole. In the end, she had five fingers up her fuckholes – one from each member of the college clique. Pulling them out, the three pussy pluggers showed their wet fingertips to all the other customers. The slut was dripping with her fuck juices.



In her competitive state of mind, Vanessa felt the urge to thank the college hunks for giving her a positive rating. So she turned around, smiled at them seductively and purred a ‘Thank you, gentlemen!’ while licking her pussy juice and ass slime off their fingers.



More and more guys turned their attention to the ‘Red Rose Whore’ that was dancing like a sex-starved maniac and begging the guests to either spank her ass or fondle her pussy. Especially, the biker gang and the cliques of young guys were enticed away from the blonde stripper bimbo by the ginger fuck puppet.



Vanessa didn’t get distracted though. She was still on a mission. She didn’t even care about her nipples and cunt lips getting sorer and sorer from the constant pushing and pulling on the chain. Instead, she repeated her slut performance until she had been used as a slut-marionette by half of the tables.



When she noticed that Maria’s strip show was slowly coming to an end, she stepped onto one of the side stages and knelt down.



“C’mon guys! Make this dirty piece of fuckwhore cum! The guy that makes the slut cum gets a free blowjob!” she announced.



This announcement caused a stir among the customers. By now, the entire crowd – except for the few remaining fanboys – wasn’t interested in Maria’s show anymore. Instead, the guests rushed to the side stage and formed a line standing along the stage.



Vanessa started crawling along the edge with her ass facing the crowd. She pushed her face on the filthy ground while reaching back with her French-manicured hands to spread her ass cheeks wide. Her pink pussy opened up showing off the two silver cunt rings and the silver clit stud framing her wet and swollen twat lips.



Vanessa purred like a bitch in heat while she gyrated her hips invitingly enticing the guys. She gave each man a good half minute to fondle her cunt and push their fingers into her pussy in an attempt to make her cum.



The attention from the men, her naughty behaviour and the constant pulling on her rings had aroused Vanessa beyond limits. A fire was burning between her loins – a fire that was spurred on by the realization that she had won the crowd over.



The next guys didn’t settle for simply fondling her pussy though. Instead, they shoved up to three fingers into her asshole. Especially the bowling grip with the thumb up Vanessa’s ass and the two middle fingers in her pussy enjoyed great popularity.



With each guy trying feverishly to make the ‘Cum Dump’ orgasm, Vanessa started moaning and groaning louder. Her hips began a life on their own, shaking and gyrating automatically. Her pussy juices were flowing freely and dripping onto the ground in torrents.



Eventually, a guy grasped her cunt rings with his left hand and spread her pussy wide open. Then he snapped the index finger of his right hand against her clit hard.



A jolt of ecstasy exploded in Vanessa’s mind from the precise, harsh flick and the dam burst. Finally, Vanessa was cumming. Right on stage, she was screaming out her orgasm while her body convulsed madly.



Her body writhed and shook for several minutes until her ecstatic high slowly faded. When she opened her eyes back up, the successful guy was standing on the stage in front of her face. He was waiting to collect his price.



Coming back to her senses, Vanessa remembered that she wasn’t here for her own pleasure. She was acting like a sex-starved nympho to persuade the customers. It was her goal to convince them that she was the real ‘Red Rose Star’, a better slut than any pornstar could ever be – and a far superior slut than Maria.



Vanessa pushed herself up into a kneeling position and put on the naughtiest, most provocative smile she could muster. A second later, she had pulled down his pants and pushed her wet mouth over his erect dick.



Vanessa feverishly went to work trying to give the guy his best blowjob ever. She bathed the whole length of his shaft in her saliva and pushed his tool down her throat from the get go giving herself a good, hard throatfuck.



The men in the crowd supported Vanessa’s efforts starting to clap in rhythm with her gagging until the winner shot his white, sticky load all over her pretty face. With relish, the redhead rubbed the gooey spunk into her skin.



Amid the applause of the men, she walked off the side stage with a huge smile on her face. She didn’t even notice that Maria had finished her live show some time ago with only a few remaining fanboys watching.







Vanessa had barely arrived in the locker room when one of the waitresses called her to Pavone’s office.



Up on stage, Vanessa hadn’t thought about the consequences of her actions. She had acted on pure impulse. She had become too infuriated with the blonde Barbie bimbo getting all the attention. And the enraged look on Maria’s bitchy face when the crowd had drifted off to Vanessa had been too good to miss.



But now that the show was over and Vanessa was slowly coming to a rest, she realized that her actions wouldn’t remain unanswered. She had opposed a direct order from Pavone! She had mixed up the concept of the Saturday Star Show!



What if the word started circulating that any guest star had to face opposition from the club whore? Certainly lots of stars from the dance circuit would avoid the ‘Red Rose Club’ or even worse perform in a rival strip joint. Pavone couldn’t allow this to happen. He had to set an example. He had to restore order in his club.



Vanessa only knew too well that some kind of punishment was awaiting her. But at the moment, she wasn’t too intimidated. The triumph over Maria filled her with a powerful feeling of pride and invincibility. This elating emotion was definitely worth any punishment. She knew that she would act exactly the same way a second time.







With every step taking her closer to Pavone’s office, her nervousness increased though. Pavone could be a cruel, scary guy.



When she opened the door, Vanessa could see Pavone sitting behind his desk. And next to him stood Maria with her arms crossed under her humongous silicone udders.



Vanessa’s eyes roamed from Pavone to Maria and back. Their expression only increased her nervousness. Pavone’s eyes were blazing with anger while Maria’s gaze mercilessly bored into her.



Of course, Pavone was enraged about Vanessa’s behaviour. She had never seen him as furious ever before. It had been a new example of her unlimited arrogance to him. She hadn’t toned down her bitchy behaviour since working in the club and he had the feeling that he still hadn’t managed to put her into her place properly. It was time to make a lasting example.



Looking at Pavone, Vanessa could somehow see something beyond anger gleaming in his eyes. She had acted like a crazed, wanton nympho. And the customers had loved her show. Her performance obviously gave him some new ideas how to use his whore. But most of all, his fiery red face was jumping straight at her completely extinguishing Vanessa’s feeling of invincibility.



Of course, Vanessa’s action hadn’t gone so well with Maria either. She had received a lot less tips than expected. As her pornstar name was still famous, she had drawn a lot of new customers to the club. So she felt like she had every right to complain about Vanessa’s lack of respect.



“You know why you’re here, stupid whore?” Pavone greeted Queeny Ho sternly.



His rigid voice was enough to make Vanessa tremble. Standing in front of Pavone, she felt his dominant presence to the fullest. It was daunting and frightening. She felt like standing trial in front of a merciless judge. Slowly, fear crept up inside of her and she nodded submissively.



“I I have been a bad whore.” she said with a small voice.



“Oh yes! You acted like a misbehaving brat!” he growled. “Seems like you don’t want to listen! You have to feel then! And you will feel it the hard way, whore!”



“You’re nothing but my obedient fuckpet! You only do what you’re told!” he kept on ranting. “Obviously, you still haven’t understood that!”



“I’ve understood master!” Vanessa responded her voice quivering.



She felt like a little schoolgirl getting upbraided for misbehaving.



“It won’t happen again, master!” she added shyly.



“Oh, it definitely won’t happen again!” Pavone remarked. “I’ll make sure you won’t forget about your place in this club once and for all!”



He didn’t give Vanessa time to comprehend this statement. Instead, he ordered her to walk over to him and lie across his lap. With her head hanging, she did as told.



“Like a little snotty girl that needs to be taught some manners!” he commented.



There she was – the redhead with ravishing looks kneeling on the ground draped over Pavone’s knees while awaiting a spanking like a naughty schoolgirl. In this position, Vanessa felt more than helpless and vulnerable.



All the while, Maria looked down on her with a disdainful expression on her face. Vanessa’s former best friend stepped in front of the ginger whore forcing her face up to make her look directly into her eyes.



“Now, you’re not that sassy any more, you little dim-witted bitch!” she spat at her. “You’re only a trashy gutter whore! You can’t take me on in any way.”



“I have fans all over the country coming here to watch my show and get an autograph.” she continued hissing. “And you ruin their day by distracting them!”



“You can try as hard as you want to.” Maria snarled. “You will never be as popular or as famous as me.”



“Tell me what you are!” the blonde Barbie bitch suddenly ordered.



Vanessa was humiliated. Until now, she had only been called derogative names by men. But being berated by a woman – especially by Maria – made her degradation even worse.



She almost yearned for Pavone to get over with his punishment, spanking her bottom and letting her walk out of his office. But looking up to the owner of the club, she realized that this was part of her punishment. She had to submit to her nemesis. She had to bow to Maria.



“I’m just a piece of shitwhore! A stupid vulgar whore that deserves your contempt!” she answered with her cheeks burning from shame.



All the while, Pavone was running his hand over her bare ass cheeks caressing the ripe curves while enjoying her debasement.



Satisfied with Vanessa’s self-degradation, Maria stepped out of the redhead’s sight while Pavone kept on caressing her bottom. Vanessa’s heartbeat quickened with each second elapsing. The anticipation of the inevitable spanking was a torture on its own. Any moment, the first slap could hit her bottom.



Finally, it fell down. And still caught Vanessa unprepared!



“Aaarrrggghhh!” she screamed out loud.



Out of Vanessa’s sight, Maria had walked to the redhead’s backside and taken Pavone’s belt!



With all her strength, she had whipped the belt over Vanessa’s delicate bottom leaving a deep red stripe right across both ass cheeks. But the pain was just as much physical as psychological. Getting spanked by her arch rival was a whole new level of debasement.



After the first blow though, Maria suddenly stopped. She walked back up to Vanessa’s head and held the belt right in front of the redhead’s face. She growled.



“Beg for it, piece of shit whore!”



Vanessa had no choice. She knew she was going to get it no matter what. Even worse, she was about to get whipped by her nemesis. There was nothing she could do to prevent it from happening. She could only hope the begging would soften the whipping somehow.



But begging her arch rival to whip her ass with a belt was too much for her to handle. She couldn’t bring the words over her lips. So Vanessa looked up to Pavone and begged him instead.



“Please, master, whip your whore’s ass hard. Make it red and blue.”



Pavone laughed out loud. He knew exactly what made Vanessa tick. He knew that it was much more degrading for her to beg her former best friend than him. He enjoyed Queeny Ho’s humiliation too much to let it go that easily. With a nod to Maria he told her.



“She’s the one with the whip! Guess you gotta beg her!”



Vanessa let her head hang in defeat. She had to gulp down the huge lump in her throat before she was able to press out the words between clenched teeth.



“Please, mistress, whip this cheap bitch’s ass hard.”



She felt her face flush in the deepest shades of red from shame and embarrassment. But Maria wasn’t finished with the teasing.



“Why am I going to spank your ass?” she asked the redhead.



“Because I’m a stupid, teasing whore that needs to be taught some manners.” Vanessa responded her face turning even darker red.



Before Vanessa had finished her sentence, the next belt lash stroke her ass not even giving her a chance to brace herself for it.



Maria whipped Vanessa’s bottom as hard as she could. She blistered the redhead’s ass for good. And in between each lash, she made Vanessa thank her former best friend.



“Arrrggghhh! Thank you mistress for teaching this stupid whore how to be a good fuckpet!”



“Arrrggghhh! Thank you mistress for punishing my bitchy whore ass!”



“Arrrggghhh! Thank you for whipping some manners into this cheap, trashy whore!”



Calling her former best friend ‘mistress’ was almost as bad as the spanking itself. Vanessa tried to bring up all her will power to keep herself from screaming. She felt tears springing to her eyes while Maria mercilessly whipped her ass. As much as she tried to, she couldn’t prevent it. Each blow brought a loud grunt and groan from her and she began sobbing as Maria continued beating her.



After each lash, she clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks, trying to shake off the stinging blow. This way, Vanessa was giving Pavone a great show. She was wriggling and working her buttocks like doing an erotic dance while draped over his lap.



The whipping seemed endless to Vanessa. Blow after blow blistered her tender ass. Finally, Pavone made Maria stop. He ran his hand over Queeny Ho’s glowing ass cheeks and through her slit. It was dripping wet!



From the touch on her cunt, a yelp escaped Vanessa’s lips. She couldn’t believe it! She was aroused!



“Oh, someone likes the whipping!” Pavone chuckled. “Which sort of girl gets wet from having her ass spanked?”



Vanessa blushed again when she realized that the punishment was arousing her.



“Only the nastiest, filthiest of whores!” she answered under her breath. “Only your depraved fuckpet, master!”



“Hmm, that’s the obedience I wanna see from my whore!” he responded to Vanessa’s self-degradation.



“Now, I wanna see you cumming from getting your whore ass whipped!” he ordered out of the blue. “Frig that naughty cunt, bitch!”



Vanessa’s humiliation deepened. She didn’t want to make herself cum in front of Maria. She didn’t want to get off while getting her ass whipped. Every fibre of her body resisted the order.



But Vanessa didn’t have a word in the decision so she obediently pushed her French-manicured hand back to rub her throbbing clit.



There was no chance of staying quiet any longer.



“Aaahhh! … Ooouuuhhh! …! Yaaahhh! … Aaarrgghh!”



Her screams were a mixture of grunts and whales while Maria continued her whipping. Vanessa’s hand worked her pussy in a fury and unconsciously her hips were wriggling from side to side.



She lost track of time and place as pain and pleasure started mixing. Vanessa got lost in the feeling. She could hear Pavone and Maria laughing, making fun of her and goading her. But it was drowned out by the tidal wave building inside of her.



Her bottom started jabbing backwards towards the slashes welcoming each lash. Finally, the wave broke and her orgasm washed over her. Vanessa shouted out a primal scream while tears of pain ran down her face.



All while Vanessa was riding the waves of her orgasm, Maria continued lashing her blistered bottom. By now, the redhead’s ass had been turned into raw meat. It was beyond glowing. If she would be able to sit for the next week without pain Vanessa would be more than lucky.

When the orgasm finally faded, Pavone didn’t let her go yet. Instead, he gripped Vanessa’s hair and forced her face up to look up to Maria.



“Tzz, what a dumb little whore!” the blonde huffed with the most derogatory sneer possible. “Cumming from getting her ass beaten!”



“Show her what you think of her!” Pavone urged the blonde Barbie on.



And once again, the following action caught Vanessa totally by surprise.



Her former best friend quickly spread her legs and pushed her cunt lips back. Then she started pissing right into Vanessa’s face!



Holding her chin tight with one hand while gripping her hair with the other, Pavone forced Vanessa’s mouth open. The ravishing hot redhead couldn’t do anything against it. She knew better than to oppose anyway.



Maria’s yellow, rancid piss streamed straight into her mouth. The piss sloshing against the insides of her mouth made a sickening noise – almost like sloshing into a urinal.



The gross, debasing mistreatment caused a pained expression on Vanessa’s face. She was gurgling and spluttering from the powerful piss stream. It didn’t impress Maria in any way though as she relished emptying her full bladder into Vanessa’s mouth.



Her piss was dark with a biting stench making Queeny Ho gag immediately. In no time, Vanessa’s mouth filled to the rim and some of the nasty, yellow liquid started flowing back out.



Maria stopped her piss stream and Pavone reacted by forcing her mouth shut.



“Swallow, pisswhore!” he simply ordered.



With her glowing bottom as a reminder of what might happen if she wouldn’t obey his command, Vanessa did as told and gulped the vile broth down.



At once, her entire body shook in disgust and she started retching hard almost puking the vile liquid back up. Revulsion was added to the pained expression on her face. The taste was worse than anything she had tasted before and the acrid flavour deeply bored into her mind.



She had to take several more gulps each accompanied by pitiful retching and choking. Every swallow burned even worse than the one before. Finally, Maria was finished and she had succeeded in completely defiling Vanessa.



When her piss stream had ended, she wiped her cunt clean with her own hand and smeared the last drops off her fingers onto Vanessa’s forehead.



“Bad taste in your mouth?” Pavone mocked the redhead noticing her sick expression.



Not waiting for a response, he added.



“Now, get out of my office and show everyone in the club how a whore gets properly punished for misbehaving.”







Pavone unceremoniously pushed Queeny Ho off his lap and took the chain off of her. Then he picked up the metallic pink tie top and matching miniskirt that were still lying around in his office and threw them at her. While Vanessa was putting on her stripper outfit, she wondered what this change of clothing implied. What did he have in store for her during the next dance session?



Before she had a chance to ponder this question, Pavone kicked her out of his office. Vanessa was beyond shame when she walked back down into the main room of the ‘Red Rose Club”. People were eagerly waiting for the next dance show and the club had gotten really busy. The different groups of bikers, college hunks, regulars and average Joe’s were launching at the tables or standing around the stages.



Vanessa approached the table closest to the entrance with her legs shaking from nervousness and her stomach churning from the disgusting piss load. It was a group of four average looking Joes. Apparently, they were some truckers with fat potbellies and lumberjack shirts – the typical kind of club customers. Shyly, she eyed them like a deer caught in the headlights and asked.



“Dear gentlemen, may I show you how a dumb whore gets punished for her stupidity?”



Instantly, the truckers stopped with their chat and looked at her thunderstruck. Not waiting for their response, Vanessa turned around. Closing her eyes in shame, she slightly bent forward and lifted her metallic pink miniskirt up to show off her blistered, fiery red bottom. At the mere sight of the welts and bruises garnering her abused ass, the group came back to life erupting in rounds of dirty laughter that attracted the attention of the remaining guests.



While Vanessa walked from group to group, her face turned as red as her glowing buttocks. She had to force herself to repeat her question, hold up her skirt and show off her blistered ass to anyone. All the groups made fun of the stupid whore that didn’t know how to behave properly for an ordinary cum bucket. Each time, Vanessa had to wait until the guys were done with their taunting and it always felt like the mocking would never stop.



One of the biker cliques was the worst. The group consisted of a bunch of intimidating, heavily-tattooed guys each one proudly wearing his cut. They enjoyed prolonging the degrading situation by feeling Vanessa’s glowing butt. They pinched and groped her burning ass cheeks testing out the different responses they could charm out of the ginger whore.



Vanessa felt incredibly helpless standing still while holding up her miniskirt and letting the men have their way with her blistered bottom. She couldn’t help going back and forth between loud whimpers, painful yelps and whining to the amusement of all customers.



One of the bikers even touched her pussy. To his amazement, he noticed that she was wet once again. So he started fondling her clit mercilessly. Vanessa couldn’t help it but her body betrayed her another time. The humiliating situation and all the attention were too much for her to handle. It was overwhelming her senses and her body was getting aroused in the process.



The hands on her aching bottom and the finger rubbing her clit made her whimper and moan in turns. There she was standing in the middle of the club presenting her punishment in full colours while being made to cum from getting her bruised bottom and dripping pussy touched. She shamefully felt like the lowest back-alley whore ever.



Still, she came in front of all these random strangers moaning like a bitch in heat while her face was flushed from embarrassment in the same deep red shade as her glowing butt.



Vanessa had now lost the remaining tiny bits of respect that were left in the customers. Watching the ‘Red Rose Whore’ orgasming from showing off her blistered ass and presenting her punishment in public shattered any last restraints. She had demonstrated that any degrading attention, any demeaning use or any rough manhandling aroused the dirty slut.







Vanessa had thought that she had experienced any kind of humiliation by now. But once again Pavone proved her wrong. Each time, he came up with a different way to degrade her and it always caught her off guard. Each new strike of humiliation hit Vanessa from an unexpected angle not giving her a chance to brace herself for it and it always affected her in a different way. Thereby, each embarrassment felt worse than the one before.



Vanessa had to admit that Pavone was a goddamn genius in that regard. But she also had to concede that her body was feeling completely different than her mind about these degradations. In a strange way, her body was yearning for fresh humiliations. It intensified any accompanying emotion making her orgasms much more intense leaving her body with a craving for more debasement.







When Vanessa had finished her shameful round through the club, Pavone took the main stage again. It was time for the third dance shift. Once again, Heidy Moon Stratus – the blonde pornstar bimbo – was about to take the limelight pushing Queeny Ho – the ‘Red Rose Whore’ – into the background.



Suddenly, showing off her blistered ass didn’t feel as humiliating anymore. After all, the attention of all guys had been on her! Everybody had been focused on her. For the moment, Vanessa had been the ‘Red Rose Star’ again. Now, she was getting reduced back to a mere object of utility. She was about to be lowered to a dumb cum dumpster again.



“Obviously, we have two hot and horny fuckstars in the club today!” Pavone suddenly announced.



This introduction pricked up Vanessa’s ears. For a moment, she thought she had heard wrong. She could only look at Pavone in disbelief.



“Seems like we got a little bitchfight going on in the club tonight!” the club boss continued making it clear that she had heard right. Meanwhile, the word ‘bitchfight’ caused a round of cheers from the crowd.



“I guess no one minds making full use of that situation.” Pavone added earning a round of dirty laughter.



“So I decided to let all of you watch the bitches battle it out right here on stage.” he announced making the crowd applaud.



Finally, Vanessa realized what the sparkle in Pavone’s eyes had been about. He had noticed how much the customers had enjoyed her performance and seen the chance to make even better use of his merchandise. He could collect even more money by letting the two arch rivals battle each other in front of all the guests.



Vanessa realized that her slut-show had proven to him that she was more than the daily cum bucket for the regular johns. She had a far bigger entertainment value. She had demonstrated that Queeny Ho was the ‘Red Rose Star’ for a reason. She had proven that she could take on Maria with ease.



Of course, this hadn’t kept him from punishing her for her presumptuous behaviour. He had needed to show all his employees that his word was law and that he hadn’t lost his grip on his strippers. And quite obviously, he had succeeded.



Still, Vanessa had won more than she had lost. Her slut performance had promoted her back onto the main stage. The pornstar Heidy Moon Stratus wasn’t the main attraction of the Saturday Star Show anymore. Vanessa was back on the same level as Maria and now it was a full on battle between the two rivals.



Suddenly, the deep humiliations of being whipped and forced to submit to her former best friend were forgotten. Instead, the chance to compete with Maria excited her. Her ambition and pride came back to the fore.



She was still on a mission – a mission that was already lasting for years since their gogo dancer days. She had to prove that she was better than Maria. Yesterdays, she had to show that she was a better dancer. Today, she had to demonstrate that she was a bigger, nastier slut than her ex-bff.



From an objective point of view, the intentness and fervour of being a good whore appeared absurd and irrational. But for Vanessa it made complete sense. She had gone down the road too far. Step by step, she had turned into the office slut and then the ‘Red Rose Whore’. By now, it was a part of her self-image – the dark equation to her lady-self. Vanessa needed both parts equally to keep in balance. For her own self-worth, she needed to be reckoned as the posh queen bee of the country club just as much as being regarded as the hottest whore in town.



While Vanessa was still occupied realizing the full extent of the changed situation, Pavone continued stirring up the crowd. He imitated a ring announcer while laying down the rules.



“You’re about to witness the battle of the sluts. It’s gonna be pornstar versus hooker. It’s gonna be dirty, filthy and nasty as hell. It’s gonna be epic! Each slut gets one round to strut her stuff! After the two shows are over the crowd decides about the winner!”



Pavone’s announcement had heated-up the crowd beyond all measures. Taking in the agitated mob, the club owner drew a deep breath and finished his introduction in style coining the catch phrase of the evening.



“Let’s get ready for the bitchfight!”







At these words, Maria stepped onto the main stage and immediately managed to cast a spell over the crowd. The smoking hot blonde was dressed in the sexiest police uniform imaginable.



The ‘Hot Pursuit Cop Costume’ consisted of a dark blue zipper front mini dress with a broad black belt around her hips, black fencenet stockings and black vinyl over-knee platform boots. Completing the outfit, she wore a police hat. On the left side of the belt dangled a pair of handcuffs while a baton hung off the right side.



The mini dress ended just beneath Maria’s curvy ass. She had pulled the zipper down beneath her massive, blown-up funbags. As a result, the uniform was barely able to contain her huge, round juggs. Her fat tits almost spilled out of the top. The deep cleavage directly leaped into any guy’s eye. The outfit was extremely sexy. She definitely knew how to fuel the crowd.



Vanessa was standing at the bar watching Heidy Moon Stratus’ performance. Maria’s appearance clearly told the redhead that her former best friend had accepted the challenge. They both had always been overly competitive trying to outdo the other one. This clearly hadn’t changed.



The DJ played some Trance tunes and the smoke machine blew a fog onto the stage. This added up to create a tense, suspenseful atmosphere. The crowd had stopped cheering and hollering. All guys were quiet. They were wounded up to a high pitch.



Maria strutted down the stage and through the mob in the most provocative, tantalizing way shaking her hips and pushing out her big, round knockers.



She played with the guys acting as if she was policing each one of them. One after the other, she approached a man and either ran her pink manicured index finger along his cheek or brushed the baton over his chest. Then she pushed each one away deprecatingly.



With two guys, she even imitated a strip search running her manicured hands over the guys’ chests and down their pants until she cupped their dicks through their trousers. Finally, she took those two men by the hands and dragged them up onto the stage.



Both of them were members of the biker gang proudly wearing their colours. One of them was a young white badass with short black hair and tattoo sleeves. The other one was a middle-aged white, brawny baldhead. Both didn’t look like person’s to be trifled with.



Two chairs had been placed on the main stage in the meantime. Maria pushed each guy onto a chair – the tattoo-sleeve badass onto the left one and the bald-headed bull onto the right one. Then she turned to the crowd and started moving to the onset of a dance beat.



She used the baton to fire up the crowd some more running it over her belly and pushing up her big, round, bolt-ons. This almost caused her massive juggs to completely pop out of the mini dress. Eventually, she pushed the zipper down to the belt releasing her funbags. She bent over deeply showing off her tits to the fullest and pushed the baton between her voluptuous flesh-balloons giving the stick a tit fuck that made all guys drool.



She could see the crowd getting further agitated which produced a naughty smile on her face. Then the blonde bimbo turned around, bent slightly forward and pushed the hem of the dress up to reveal her naked, pantyless ass cheeks. Again, Maria used the baton to run it along her buttocks. She pushed her curvy, meaty ass cheeks up making them bounce and wobble up and down. Then she bent down even further and pushed the baton into her ass crack spreading her buttocks wide showing off her tight asshole and juicy pink pussy.



The mob could barely manage to keep calm anymore. This blonde Barbie doll dancing on stage appeared like the object of any guys’ wet dreams. But at the same time, her teasing, provocative, cop-like behaviour conveyed the impression of her being totally out of their reach.



Finally, Maria let the mini dress slip to the floor. Now, she was standing on stage only clad in her police hat, black belt, black fencenet stockings and black vinyl over-knee boots.



She took the baton which had a hose clamp attached at the end. She clamped the baton to the strip pole in an angle of 10 to 15 degrees. This way, the baton stuck out from the pole in a narrow ‘V’ shape.



Afterwards, Maria turned her attention back to the two intimidating bikers sitting on their chairs. Once again, she strutted over to them like a lioness scenting its prey.



Reaching the guys, she started teasing them again. For a while, she sexily danced around the chairs. Several times, she bent over in front of them showing off her round buttocks and inviting cunt. But she never let them touch her slapping their hands away each time. More and more, the two bikers were getting agitated by the merciless teasing.



Finally, Maria sat down on the lap of the tattoo-sleeve guy. She started bumping and grinding his lap while pushing her fat round tits into his face. She didn’t stop until his cock was about to burst his pants. Then she changed over to the baldhead repeating the lap dance. Still, she continued to slap their hands away each time they tried to touch her.



It was a sight to behold. The smoking hot, pimped-up Barbie doll straddling those two rough looking badass bikers, gyrating her hips and humping their laps almost driving them insane.



The two men looked like they couldn’t take the teasing any longer. They were on the brink to jump up and pounce at the blonde bimbo. The need to grab this teasing whore and punish her for her provocations was overpowering them.



Maria could sense the heated up atmosphere. She had achieved her goal. The blonde stopped dancing and walked over to the left side of the stage. There Mark handed her two objects. Then she stepped back in front of the two bikers and gave an object to each of them.



Afterwards, the pimped-up bimbo knelt down in between the two chairs. She took the handcuffs and applied one cuff to her right wrist. Then she took the belt off her hips and put it around her neck turning it into a leash.



Suddenly, the powerful cop was kneeling obediently on the stage bare naked with a leash around her neck looking all submissive.



Addressing the two guys, she told them



“C’mon sirs, show this teasing slut who really wears the pants in here!”



The two bikers didn’t have to be told twice. In a split second they were up on their feet. The tattoo-sleeve guy was faster though immediately grabbing the belt using it as a leash to drag the blonde bimbo to the strip pole. Meanwhile, the bald-headed bull followed behind using his object to spank the Barbie doll’s ass making her yelp and crawl faster.



Maria had given them enough hints to make them understand what she had planned. Reaching the strip pole, the tattoo-sleeve badass dragged her up onto her feet. Standing between these tall, muscular men with all her charms on display, Maria looked tiny and lost. She had totally turned herself over to them.



Baldhead grabbed the handcuffs dangling off Maria’s right wrist. Then he pushed her arms up. Above the stage, a pulley had been attached to a beam. Baldhead threaded the chain that connected the two cuffs through a loop in the pulley and applied the second cuff to the blonde’s left wrist. Now, she was tied to the pulley above her head.



Then Maria was hoisted into the air and lowered back down so that the baton attached to the strip pole entered her pussy. As it stuck out from the pole in a 10 to 15 degree angle, Maria had to stand slightly bend forward to accommodate the stick in her cunt. They carefully adjusted the height of the dildo. As a result, the baton was just inside of her when she was on tiptoes and deeply planted up her cunt when she was flat footed.



Maria was about to give the crowd a pole dance fucking herself to the music. And the rhythm of the fucking would be regulated by the two bikers. While the blonde bimbo was standing on her tiptoes, the two bikers presented their objects to the mob. The tattoo-sleeve guy was holding a ‘Magic Wand’ while baldhead held a ‘Violet Wand’ in his hand.



The Magic Wand was a powerful electric massager. With its strong vibrations, it could drive any women’s arousal to new heights. In contrast, the Violet Wand was an electrostimulation toy with a long thin glass tube that glowed purple and shot sparks when it was activated by a button on the handle. The electric shocks were giving short but intense stings.

While the music started playing again, the two bikers started their game. The tattoo-sleeve badass used the buzzing Magic Wand to stimulate Maria and make her gyrate her hips while baldhead used the violet wand to prod her making her twitch and jump around. This way, Maria was taken on a rollercoaster ride of arousal. The vibrator took her to heights of excitement while the stinging shocks harshly brought her back down.



Tattoo sleeve guy began running the Magic Wand up the blonde bimbo’s sides. This caused Maria to start moaning and swivelling her hips. Her moans turned into groans when he pressed the vibrator onto her nipples and she began humping the baton. Then out of nowhere, baldhead shocked Maria. She grunted and jerked from the electric spark. Thereby, she lost her balance, impaling herself completely on the baton.



“Aaarrrggghhh! Ooouuuhhh!” she screamed from the sudden cunt stuffing.



The long baton reached deeper down her fuck tunnel than any cock ever before filling her cunt to the max and even hitting against her cervix. So Maria quickly raised herself back up onto tiptoes.



But it had given the two bikers a new idea. It became their goal to make the pimped-up bimbo fully impale her pussy on the long stick. So they mixed the stimulation and shocks to throw her out of her rhythm and make her lose her balance.



“Aaarrrggghhh!”



“Ooouuuhhh!”



“Ooohhh! Yaaahhh!”



The two guys succeeded several times. Each time, Maria screamed out loud. But with every further impalement, the yell sounded more like a cry of pleasure than pain. And every time, the blonde bimbo needed longer to push herself back up onto her tiptoes. All the successful impalements were commented with a round of applause by the crowd.



The music started getting faster and the two bikers responded to the rhythm. They began alternating between stimulation and shocking with an ever increasing pace. This caused Maria to hump the baton in high speed fucking herself silly on the stick while her fuck juices began running down its length. It was an obscene dance she was performing on the baton.



Pressing the Magic Wand against her clit was particularly effective as it made the blonde Barbie groan and grunt like a wanton animal while squatting up and down the baton like a puppet.



The crowd watched the vulgar spectacle in disbelief. It only increased when baldhead started using the Violet Wand on her bubble butt. Each time the sparks connected with her ass cheeks, Maria grunted out and squatted down. Then he held the electro-stimulator against her tiny, little rosebud.



“Ah! Ah! Uuuhhh! Ah! Ah! Uuuhhh!”



Maria almost went crazy starting to hump the baton in rapid speed while screaming at the top of her lungs. Her intense reaction gave the bald-headed biker another idea. He pushed the thin glass tube into her ass and pressed the button. This way, the sensitive insides of Maria’s anal chute got electrified.



“Aaarrrggghhh! Aaahhh! Oh! Oh! Uuuhhh!”



The blonde’s entire body was twitching and shaking uncontrollably. She couldn’t stop screaming, yelping and groaning simultaneously. Maria was bobbing up and down like riding an actual horse at a gallop. Her huge, round, overblown melons bounced around in such a wild way they almost jumped against her chin. She was dancing on the stick like a demented doll. By now, she was in her own world of ecstatic pleasure and arousal.



Tattoo-sleeve guy reacted holding the Magic Wand to her clit. This way, her most sensitive button was stimulated while her asshole got shocked. And Maria finally had an orgasm. She came so hard, she almost fainted. All through her orgasm, she continued riding the baton hard.



When the blonde eventually calmed down her whole body was drenched in sweat. The entire length of the baton was covered with her cunt juices. The two bikers used the pulley to pull her off the stick and lower her down making her kneel on the stage with her hands still tied above her head. Then they took out their cocks. They were so aroused by the show that they only needed a few thrusts in and out of her soft mouth to shoot their sperm all over the kneeling beauty’s face.







When the show was finally over, Vanessa’s heart was thumbing in her throat. She was more than nervous. She had to admit that Maria’s performance had been outstanding. It had been a real spectacle. It had delivered everything the customers could be asking for and more. It had ranged from sexy to kinky, from wicked to downright nasty.



This would be more than a challenge for Vanessa. How could she ever outperform this spectacle? It seemed like a task totally out of reach.



Vanessa had dared Maria to the slut battle. Now, she had to show her paces and prove her value. She had to do more than step up her game and deliver a top performance.



Otherwise, she would only make a fool of herself becoming the club’s laughing-stock. She wouldn’t be the ‘Red Rose Star’ any longer but the ‘Red Rose Joke’ instead.



During the week working as Queeny Ho, Vanessa had learned a lot about what guys wanted from a whore. They wanted her to ooze sluttiness and act like a fuck junkie on the prowl that needed lewd and twisted sex as her drug. Still, they also wanted the whore to be obedient letting them handle her like a ragdoll. And most of all, they wanted to push her limits.



Vanessa knew that she only had a chance to win the slut battle by demonstrating what a nasty fuckslut she could be. She had to surprise the crowd with her perversity while offering the guys the chance to push her over her limits.







After a short break, it was time for Vanessa to take the main stage. She had decided to allude to every man’s favourite fantasy. So she had changed her outfit. She stepped into the spotlight dressed as a schoolgirl – or rather a sexy, naughty school slut.



She wore a set consisting of a white blouse, a red plaid pleated miniskirt, white under-knee stockings and 5 inch red high heels. The blouse was so tight it was barely able to hold her luscious ripe melons in place. They almost burst off its upper buttons.



The crowd had barely calmed down during the break. Seeing the ‘Red Rose Whore’ costumed like an innocent little schoolgirl, turned the crowd into an agitated mob again.



Vanessa started seductively sucking on a round lollipop until drool was running out of her mouth. With the lolly nice and wet, she used the round candy to run it over her nipples. Thereby, her white blouse got wet and shiny. The material started clinging to her big, juicy funbags.



Queeny Ho continued noisily sucking on the lollipop until she had gathered a load of drool in her mouth. Then she let the bubbly spit run out of her mouth. It hung down her lips in a long gooey strand until it tore off and landed on her tits. Rubbing the spit into the white fabric, her nipples started shining through the wet material.



To the hollers of the crowd, the ginger whore started pushing her shoulders backwards and arching her back in rhythm to the music. This way, the blouse got strained and tightened around her big, ample juggs. She continued thrusting her voluptuous firm knockers out until the first button burst off the blouse.



The mob was going ballistic as they watched the ravishing hot slut shoot a second button into the crowd. It caused her big fat fucktits to spill out of the material by themselves. With the blouse hanging open at the top, Vanessa finally stripped it off and threw it into the mob closely followed by her cotton panties and plaid miniskirt.



The redhead squatted down and spread her legs open revealing her shaved pussy. She teased her cunt with the lollipop. She ran the candy up and down her pussy lips before pushing the lolly into her twat. With the stick standing out of her cunt, Vanessa started playing with her tits for a while making her funbags bounce and jiggle for the men’s amusement.



Watching a sexily dressed schoolgirl with a bruised, fiery red bottom was an extremely hot sight. Watching her act in a naughty seductive way made the guys yearn to jump right onto the stage. They felt the urge to defile her and rob her off her innocence.



Vanessa was intent to include all guests in her show – not only two selected guys. She produced an egg vibrator showing it to the crowd. Then she swivelled her hips and slowly pushed the egg into her pussy.



A second later, she threw the remote control into the mob, enticing them by telling the men.



“C’mon guys, play with your fucktoy! Use your naughty schoolgiiiiirrrrl!”



She barely managed to finish her incitement. Instead, it turned into a long groan. The customer that had caught the remote had immediately set it on the highest level.



The sudden vibrations were so powerful that they rushed Vanessa off her feet. They shook her entire body throwing her to her knees. The egg in her cunt was buzzing like crazy pushing all of Vanessa’s buttons.



Ignited by the stimulation, she lost all control over her body. Her hips started moving on their own. Vanessa fell backwards and landed on her back with her legs spread wide. Her hips bucked up and she started humping the air.



“Aaahhh!… Fuck! Ooohhh!… Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Vanessa’s moans and groans accompanied the dry humping while the redhead started mauling her tits pulling on her silver tit rings in a sensual frenzy.



Meanwhile, the customer passed the remote control to another guy in the mob. The men started a game which involved the whole crowd. A guest caught the remote, set the vibrations on a certain level, waited for a few moments and passed it to the next customer. This way, they completely controlled Vanessa’s body. Once again, she was a puppet dancing on their strings.



The next guy set the vibrations down and Vanessa gained back some control. Intent on giving the guys a great show, she got up onto her feet and began gyrating her hips while leaning forward and massaging her full, round funbags.



A moment later, another man pushed the level back up on full power making Vanessa twitch and shake uncontrollably while her fat, ripe fucktits wildly bounced up and down her chest.



Just in time, she was able to grab the strip pole before she was swept off her feet once again. With her upper body leaned backwards, her hips instantly started humping the pole. She looked like a naked, big titted slut riding a bucking bull – only that the bull was a vertical bar. The buzzing was so intense that her fuck juices started flowing freely coating the pole in the process.



When the next customer got the remote, he lowered the level and Vanessa stopped her frenzied pole humping. Like a good slut, she bent forward and licked her juices off the bar while her angry red bubble butt kept swivelling to the slower rhythm of the vibrations.



The crowd enjoyed the power they had over their plaything and teased their fucktoy to the fullest. They loved alternating the level between low and high. One moment, the ginger whore was dancing sensually, the next second she was frantically humping the air. All the while, Vanessa was grunting and moaning uncontrollably.



Eventually, one of the bikers started swiftly switching between the extremes – up and down from the highest to the lowest level in rapid turns. Vanessa felt like riding a rollercoaster. The thrill of excitement and arousal was overwhelming. One moment, she was rendered to an incoherently babbling mess. Then she got a second to catch a breath, only to be hit with a new surge of stimulation the next moment.



The biker’s first switch to the highest level rushed the redhead off her feet again. This time, she simply fell forward landing on her face and big, juicy, D-cup funbags. The rapid vibrations caused her hips to start humping the dirty stage.



The mob got treated to an incredibly naughty sight. The scorching hot ginger whore was lying on the stage with her ample knockers bulging out at the sides of her ribcage and her legs spread as far as possible. Her pussyhole stood wide open with her ringed piss flaps hanging down like curtains. Her hips were working in overdrive banging her cunt against the floor over and over again.



And finally the dam broke. Queeny Ho orgasmed right on stage. The ecstatic sensations rushed over her like a volcanic eruption starting in her pussy and surging up through her entire body. Her orgasm was so intense that her urethra exploded and she began spurting clear fluid all over the stage.



“Aaahhhooohhhaaahhh!” One endless cry of pleasure echoed through the main room of the ‘Red Rose Club’.



Vanessa kept on squirting and spurting like a fountain. It was such a rush of clear fluid that suddenly the egg vibrator gushed out of her cunt. The guys had never seen a woman orgasm that hard and some of them high-fived each other for making their fucktoy cum like a geyser.







But Vanessa’s show wasn’t over by far. As soon as she was able to move again, she got back onto her feet and produced a bowl from behind the stage. She was still lightheaded from the orgasm but she was dead set on beating Maria in the slut battle.



The bowl was filled with strawberries. Vanessa was about to bring out the big guns in her attempt to beat Maria. She had to bring out her perverted side convincing the guys with her naughtiness and depravity.



She picked a handful of the biggest fruits in the bowl and threw them into the crowd. 6 strawberries landed in the hands of several costumers. Then she got down onto her hands and knees and started crawling up and down the edge of the stage. She turned around presenting her bubble butt to the mob. It was still glowing like a red bulb from the whipping she had received before.



Vanessa started spreading her ass cheeks apart building a rhythm of opening her buttocks and letting them flip back together. Thereby, her juicy, wet, swollen pussy lips opened and closed, too. As her twat was leaking fuck juices, her cunt made smacking, squishing sounds. In a perverted way, Vanessa’s pussy talked to the crowd. And the guys loved the degrading sound of her smacking cunt lips.



“Yeah! That’s the way a slut should talk!” a guy from the crowd commented the action.



Under normal circumstances, kneeling on the stage of a dirty strip club while presenting her pussy to random men and entertaining them with her pussy farts, would have been more than humiliating for Vanessa. But at the moment, she was on a mission to meet a formidable challenge. She was in total slut-mode and there was only one thing on her mind – being the nastiest, debauched slut in town.



Vanessa pushed both French manicured index fingers into her asshole and spread her anal ring open. Since Stanton had broken her anal cherry and turned her into a three-hole mare, her sphincter had proven itself as an elastic fuckhole. Guys loved nothing more than fucking the redhead’s shitter open and making it gape obscenely. And Vanessa’s butthole was a motif of vulgar beauty in regard to gaping.



Queeny Ho started finger fucking her ass adding one French-nailed finger after the other until she had four fingers deeply embedded down her anal chute. Pushing her fingers out of her tight asshole, her sphincter opened like a blossoming rose. Her anal muscles were relaxed and ready for the show.



“C’mon guys, feed the fruits to your plaything!” she enticed the guys while holding her ass cheeks open letting her asshole invitingly wink at them.



Of course, the customers didn’t hesitate to follow up on this invitation. The 6 guys stormed up onto the stage, walked past the kneeling slut and sat down on the bar stools that had been placed there in the meantime.



On their way, 2 of them even patted Queeny Ho’s head treating her like their obedient fuckpet. Their behaviour clearly showed Vanessa that they weren’t about to make it easy for the slut. They were out to let the whore work hard to earn their gifts.



Vanessa crawled over to the first guy. He was another heavily tattooed member of the biker gang wearing a bandana and cut. Reaching his legs, she slowly and sensually pushed herself up letting her ample, big funbags slide over the guy’s lap. She straddled him letting him suck on her nipples and pull on her tit rings for a moment. Then she got off the biker’s lap and positioned herself next to him so her bruised, angry red ass was facing the crowd.



Bending over with her legs straight, the redhead reached back with her French-manicured hands and spread her ass open getting ready to take the first strawberry. The bandana-wearing biker reacted and placed the strawberry between her buttocks holding it there. It was a fully ripe strawberry that appeared really big in relation to Vanessa’s butt. The colour of the fruit was a perfect match to her bright red ass cheeks. The biker didn’t proceed to push the fruit inside though.



“C’mon slut, fetch your gift!” he exclaimed.



He wasn’t about to lend the whore a helping hand. Vanessa had to engulf the strawberry on her own. She had to literally bust her ass to fetch the big, ripe fruit.



Queeny Ho was still intent on giving a sexy show. So she started bending her knees pushing her butt up and down and thereby running her ass crack along the fruit. She swivelled her hips so her bubble butt circled the strawberry.



The biker got impatient though and grabbed Vanessa’s big fuckudders dangling off her bent body. He pinched her left nipple and fiercely pulled on the left silver tit ring.



“Argh!” the ginger whore yelped in response and began thrusting her ass backwards.



Apparently, Vanessa’s asshole wasn’t as well prepared for those big strawberries as she had thought. The fruit wasn’t sliding in easily at all. Her thrusting picked up space until she was bucking back with all her might while spreading her buttocks as far as possible. Although she had fingerfucked her asshole with up to four fingers, her anal ring wasn’t loose enough to take the big fruit yet.



However, the crowd loved the show of the depraved whore desperately humping a strawberry. It was an incredibly demeaning display and the fact that the ravishing hot slut willingly acted on her own accord only increased the humiliating aspect.



“Arrrgggh!” Vanessa yelped when the biker pulled her juggs further down by painfully dragging on the tit ring.



He clearly demonstrated his dissatisfaction with her efforts. This was the complete opposite of Vanessa’s intent. She had to please the customers! She had to win the slut battle!



In a final attempt, the ginger whore pushed her ass backwards in one powerful thrust. But it didn’t achieve the desired success. She had tried too hard. Instead of swallowing the strawberry, her ass squashed the fruit.



“Look at that!” the bandana-wearing biker exclaimed. “What a clumsy whore! This stupid slut can’t even eat a fruit properly!”



While his outburst caused a round of laughter from the crowd, it made Vanessa insecure for the moment. She had failed and didn’t know how to make it up to the customer. However, the biker took advantage of her indecisiveness and seized control.



Pulling roughly on her left nipple ring, he turned Queeny Ho sideways, made her kneel down and draped her upper body over his lap. Now, the naughty schoolgirl was bent over his knee.



“Obviously, the slut needs another punishment!” he remarked hinting at the whipping Vanessa had received beforehand.



Hearing this announcement, the redhead’s eyes snapped open. Her butt was still terribly aching and stinging. The lashes were still burning like fire on her ass cheeks. Her blistered bottom couldn’t take another spanking. She began struggling around on the biker’s lap. However, the bandana-wearing biker held her tightly on his lap so her desperate struggle was totally in vain only amusing the crowd.



“Please sir!” Vanessa begged. “Spare this whore’s ass. Give the slut another try. I’ll be a good slut for youuuhhh.”



She didn’t even manage to finish her pleads before the biker’s hand landed on her fiery red ass making her scream. And the mob erupted with cheers. They loved watching the naughty schoolgirl get punished while struggling in vain. Vanessa’s ass went into a bottom-wiggling dance.

The biker slapped Vanessa’s blistered ass 10 times. Each spank felt like a mind-boggling hot flame. He forced the ginger whore to count out each blow and subsequently thank him profusely. Each slap left a white mark on her red glowing buttocks until this white spot turned into even darker shades of red.



The act of getting spanked like a badly behaved child in front of an audience was a new kind of humiliation for Vanessa. And thanking the rude guy for teaching her how to become a better slut was even worse.



Finally, the spanking was over and the biker pushed the redhead off his lap. Whimpering, Vanessa carefully felt her bruised butt. It was radiating heat and felt like it would never stop hurting again. She wouldn’t be able to sit on her bottom for the next days – that much was certain.



For a moment, she had forgotten her mission of performing like the nastiest, most perverted fuckslut ever. She wanted this to be over. She was ready to give up. But a retreat wasn’t possible anymore. She had gone down the road too far. The remaining 5 customers were expecting her service. They were getting restless.



Eventually, the next guy in line couldn’t stand waiting any longer. He grabbed Queeny Ho’s arm and pulled her up to him. Then he waved the strawberry in front of her face. And this finally snapped Vanessa back into slut mode. The battle wasn’t over yet. She had failed with the first strawberry. Still, the customers had gotten a great show watching the naughty schoolgirl get a proper spanking.



Putting her most provocative smile back onto her face, she mustered the guy. He was one of the middle-aged, potbellied truckers with a full beard and greasy hair.



Vanessa knew that she had to regain the active part. She couldn’t risk losing her grip on the crowd. She needed to continue acting like the dirty fuck junkie to win this competition. So she started an enticing trash talk while straddling the trucker.



“Did you like watching this slut getting spanked for being such a clumsy whore?” she asked him receiving an affirmative nod in response.



“Do you think this naughty whore learned her lesson and will eat your fruit properly?” she continued while grinding her pussy on his lap.



“Please sir, open up this whore’s ass before feeding her the strawberry!” she finished her trash talk with a plea.



Following her words with action, Queeny Ho sank onto her hands and knees next to the bearded trucker, put her face on the ground and stuck her ass high up in the air.



“Hmmm!” she purred like a sex kitten when the guy pushed one finger after the other through her anal ring until four fingers were deeply planted up her shitter.



“Now feed the slut her gift!” Vanessa demanded while swaying her ass.



The bearded man was too entranced by the hot, sexy slut to play any games as the biker had done before. He pushed his fingers out of Vanessa’s anal orifice to reveal a wide open gape that beamed at the crowd.



Then he held the big strawberry against Vanessa’s quivering asshole and started pushing. The trucker was so heated up that he didn’t pay any attention to the reaction of the kneeling whore. Instead, he mercilessly pushed and shoved. The strawberry was just as big and ripe as the first one so it still didn’t slide in easily.



Queeny Ho was commenting the process of getting the strawberry roughly shoved up her ass with her groans. At least, her sphincter was slowly giving way finally swallowing the fruit. Still, the strawberry stretched her anal muscle into new, unknown dimensions.



“Ooooooaaaaaahhh!” her moan slowly pitched higher with the strain of getting the fruit pressed inside and her rosette widening.



“Oooooouuuuuuhhh!” her groan turned into a sound of relief when the strawberry slipped inside and her anal ring closed back up.



“Owww!” was the yelp following the harsh, affirmative slap the bearded trucker gave Vanessa’s blistered, red ass cheeks as a goodbye.



Vanessa repeated this process 4 more times, giving each guy a short lap dance then kneeling down next to him and enticing him to push the strawberry up her ass.



While filling the redhead’s bowels with strawberries, the guys weren’t too gentle with the depraved slut. All along, the crowd laughed at the stupid whore getting her ass stretched beyond any limit and added dirty comments to the filthy action.



“Yeah, tear the stupid ho a new one!”



“C’mon, stick the fruits where the sun don’t shine! Push’em up her spine until they pop back out of her foul mouth!”



“Wow, what a flexible asshole!”



“Hehehe, that’s no flexible asshole, that’s a properly worn-out cockhole!”



“Looks like a well broken-in anal whore! You can park a freight train up that ass!”



The last guy in line surprised the mob with a new degrading idea. He held the strawberry against Vanessa’s asshole ordering her to swallow it. When she reacted by pushing her hips back, he suddenly took the fruit away and the ginger whore humped the air.



As the mob spurred him on, he continued his teasing. The crowd loved the humiliating display of the slut desperately bucking the air, futilely trying to fetch the fruit and groaning in despair.



He didn’t stop his teasing game until Queeny Ho rubbed her big, juicy tits on his leg while panting like a dim-witted, devoted dog and begging for relief demonstrating her obedience. Vanessa felt more humiliated than ever before in the club. She was acting like the lowest pet of the strip joint. And she was doing it on her own accord!



Still, that degrading behaviour earned her the final strawberry. Now, all 6 fruits had disappeared down Vanessa’s ass pipe.



“Oh! Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!” she commented the feeling of fullness.



Finished with his task, the final guy remarked sarcastically.



“Feeling like a stuffed turkey, whore?”



Adding two more spanks to Vanessa’s fiery burning buttocks, he made her ass shake and prompted a rushed reply from Queeny Ho.



“Yes sir. Thank you gentlemen for feeding the whore properly!”



He was right. Vanessa felt as stuffed as never before in her life. Her rectum was literally overstuffed. Her bowels were painfully widened. The pressure caused her bowels to churn and made her moan steadily. Still, the strawberries also tremendously pressed on her sensitive sex nerves powerfully arousing her.



The head of the final strawberry was still peeking out of her anal ring and the pressure caused her sphincter to spasm around the fruit in rhythm. The mob watched in awe how the ravishing hot ginger whore was writhing and struggling around with her asshole squeezing the strawberry.



Vanessa embraced the feeling. The more used she felt, the more debauched she acted, the closer she got to meeting the challenge. And the thought of being the nastiest slut the customers had ever witnessed turned her on immensely. Her lewd performance had already given her the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.



“Now, shit those fruits out and get yourself a good snack!” the guy ordered.



Before he could slap her angry red ass another time, Vanessa hastily started pushing. At once, the mob could see her strained anal ring starting to twitch. They could see the first strawberry slowly inching forward.



Vanessa had to strain herself immensely. She was struggling with the task. She had to take a deep breath and push with all her might. Once again, she was panting heavily.



Even when the strawberry was half way out, her sphincter was still hugging it with all its might. With one powerful thrust, her butthole finally opened up enough and the fruit shot out.



But it was only the first strawberry! There were 5 more to go!



Queeny Ho had to continue pushing as powerful as she could. The fruits were deeply planted up her rectum and her rosette didn’t let them go easily. With all the squeezing and pressing, the strawberries were tightly getting squeezed by her ass chute and red juice started leaking out of Vanessa’s gaping asshole.



It was an extremely vulgar and obscene sight. Vanessa’s raw, abused anal ring twitched and gaped while a red strawberry filled out the wide open o-ring and red juice oozed out running all over her wet pussy.



“Look at that!” some guy in the crowd remarked. “The fucktoy is a great fruit juicer, too.”



Vanessa had to take a break to catch a breath after each strawberry had popped out of her sore shitter. And after each fruit, her asshole looked more battered and swollen – a sight that only stoked up the crowd even more.



The final strawberry was the hardest as it had been pushed deep down her bowels. Eventually, the constant pushing and the steady pressure took its toll. Accidentally, Vanessa lost control of her bladder. Before the strawberry even showed its head at the exit of her wide open o-ring, a yellow piss stream sprayed out of her urethra. The hot yellow spurt explosively sloshed out of her. The piss stream was so strong it made a splattering sound when hitting the ground. Vanessa almost cried from shame when she uncontrollably pissed onto the stage for everyone to see.



Finally, the last strawberry popped out leaving all 6 fruits scattered in a puddle of red fruit juice and rancid piss. Immediately, the bandana-wearing biker jumped off his bar stool and grabbed Vanessa’s hair using it as the hair-handle. He made her crawl over to the puddle.



The fruits didn’t look too delicious. Most of them were squashed from her tight anal muscles and were swimming in a stinking mixture of piss and juice. Immediately, Vanessa’s face mirrored the disgusting sight. Her hair stood on end but she didn’t dare resisting the intimidating biker.



Reaching the revolting puddle, he dipped the redhead’s face straight into the gross mass. He rubbed Queeny Ho’s cheeks through the vile broth making her retch from the yucky smell. Then he ordered her to eat the strawberries off the filthy stage.



The crowd looked in disbelief as Vanessa once again behaved like the dim-wittedly devoted and obedient club pet. She picked each strawberry up with her teeth trying to avoid getting in touch with the vile piss and juice mix any further. Still, the fruits were drenched with her piss and had taken on the full anal flavour from her ass. It was a disgusting, yucky mixture that made the ginger whore grimace in disgust. Still, Vanessa gobbled down all 6 fruits entertaining the crowd with some funny faces. However, the biker wasn’t satisfied yet.



“C’mon fuckslut, be a good whore and drink your fresh ass smoothie!”



Despite Queeny Ho’s pleading glances, he mercilessly pushed her face back into the vile broth. Vanessa’s entire body shuddered when her lips touched the yucky muck and her legs desperately kicked out in despair. But she continued behaving like the obedient club pet. Providing greatest amusement to the crowd, she lapped up the whole stinking puddle accompanied by pitiful gagging sounds.



Vanessa couldn’t tell what was more degrading – getting used as a urinal by her nemesis Maria or having to lick up her own piss in front of an amused crowd. Anyways, the mixture of fruit juice, rancid piss, anal flavour and filth off the stage was the worst taste she had ever experienced.



When she was finally finished with her task, she looked up at the biker. He had a fat grin plastered onto his face.



“Bad taste?” he asked with a sarcastic tone.



When Vanessa weakly nodded in response he exclaimed.



“Let’s help you with that!”



With that said, he opened his pants and pulled out his erect cock. A second later, the other 5 guys had jumped off their bar stools and formed a circle around Queeny Ho. After Vanessa’s sizzling hot performance, they were close to cumming. One dick after the other exploded and the ginger whore was caught in a crossfire of cum. Their gooey cream completely glazed her face like a donut and splattered long strands of white sperm over her heavy juggs.







While the 6 guys stepped off the stage, the music continued and Vanessa scraped the drying cum off her face and tits. She made a show of swallowing every last drop with a smiling face. Any taste was better than the disgusting, gross flavour of the piss and fruit mix.



Slowly, her performance was taking a toll on Vanessa and she was feeling exhaustion spreading through her body. But her show wasn’t completed yet. She knew she only had a chance against Maria if she topped her show. Maria had only sucked off the two customers so Vanessa had to offer more than that.



As the men had loved watching the slut willingly abuse her asshole for their pleasure, she was convinced that they would love the final part of her performance even more.



She crawled back to the end of the stage and produced a new object from behind the curtain. Making her way back to the front, she showed the item off to the crowd. It was an inflatable plug.



One more time, she got up onto her feet and started dancing sexily to the music. She seductively sucked on the plug. When it was nice and wet, she turned around, bent forward and pushed the plug into her glistening, swollen pussy.



“Hmmm!” she purred when her pussy received some well deserved attention.



In a display of submissiveness, Vanessa got down onto her hands and knees. She grabbed the pump hanging off the plug, led the tube up to her face and put the pump into her mouth.



She started biting down onto the pump slowly blowing up the bulb in her pussy. She looked like a dog fetching a bone when she started blowing up the round plug. Slowly, the display of herself as a dim-wittedly devoted, obedient club pet was becoming the main theme of her show. And each time, it sent a chilling shudder of embarrassment down her spine.



The degrading display caused a new stir among the mob. Under their demeaning hollers, Vanessa crawled to the end of the stage, gathered up a few coins and crawled back to the front.



Usually, the coins were used as bottle deposits. Now, Vanessa threw the 4 chips into the crowd in order to determine the participants of the final part of her performance.



The 4 guys that caught the coins got waved up onto the stage by Vanessa. As soon as they arrived on the platform, she crawled from one to the other letting the pump drop from her mouth into their hands. Then she waited for them to pump up the pussy plug some more. The extreme subservience of the red-headed slut drove the man in the crowd wild.



Of course, the 4 participants made good use of the pump vigorously blowing up the pussy plug. Before Vanessa arrived at the final guy, the ballooned bulb already started to show.



As the bulb had a round shape, it didn’t slip out of her pussy though. It was pumped up way too much by now. Instead, it started expanding her crotch area. With every pump, her puffy cunt lips opened up a little bit further like a curtain getting shoved aside. With every pump, the hugely inflated black plug showed a little bit more. And with every pump, Vanessa had to spread her legs further apart while crawling over the stage.



After the final guy had finished blowing up the pussy plug to his taste, Vanessa was constantly moaning and squirming from the pressure. She couldn’t even close her legs anymore. It was a ridiculous sight of the ‘Red Rose Whore’ shakily crawling around with her legs spread so wide her fat fucktits almost touched the dirty ground.



Vanessa had felt stuffed beyond belief before with the fruits up her ass chute. But now, her vagina was stuffed even more. It felt like 2 or even 3 fists had been shoved up her cunt.



With difficulty, Queeny Ho crawled to one of the bar stools. She sat down on it in the most seductive way placing her feet on the foot rest and letting her curvy ass and expanded crotch hang off the end of the stool. This way, her fuckholes were perfectly positioned for a hard ramming.



She had to gulp down before announcing her plan. She knew that it wouldn’t be a walk in the park – not after the fruit stuffing she had endured before.



But her will to win the slut battle made her game for extreme measures. The chance to prove that she was the nastiest slut around had turned into a turn-on. The more she degraded herself in front of random strangers and the more she let them use her as nothing more than a fucktoy, the more the fire burning between her loins got fuelled.



So she addressed the 4 participants telling them in between moans.



“Please gentlemen, fuck that plug out of the whore’s cunt. Nail her ass until the plug pops out.”



In order to stir them on even more, she added.



“The winner gets to use the fuckwhore for the rest of the night for free!”



This caused admiring whistles among the crowd. And the 4 participants couldn’t pounce at her fast enough. The fastest guy was one of the regulars. He had positioned himself with his pants around his feet and his erect dick in his hand as soon as she had finished her announcement.



The inflated plug closed her ass pipe up tightly. But the fruit stuffing had ripped Vanessa’s asshole enough to keep her red o-ring slightly gaping open. So the participant was greeted by a raw, creased rosette invitingly winking at him.



The guy didn’t dwell on the obscene sight for too long though. Instead, he hammered his straining cock straight through her anal ring and went balls deep in one go. With Vanessa positioned on the bar stool, he was able to ram her ass from atop. This way, his cock pressed against the blown-up pussy plug in a good angle to push the bulb out. Instantly, Vanessa’s tightly constricted ass pipe was torn open making her scream and grunt.



“Ouuuhhh!… Ah! Ah! Ah! Ouuuhhh!…”



After watching Maria’s vulgar pole dance and Vanessa’s perverse anal show, he was too aroused though. He was only able to ream her ass for a few minutes before his balls boiled over. With a loud grunt his cock erupted and his white gooey sperm coated the insides of Vanessa’s bowels.



Vanessa looked at him almost disappointedly. But the next cock was up her butt as soon as the guy had stepped away. The dick belonged to one of the college blokes. He was in his twenties and proved to have a lot more stamina using the ‘bar stool ass ram position’ to its fullest effect.



With each hand, he grabbed one of Vanessa’s upper arms and pulled them back using them like reins. This way, the ginger whore had to arch her back like a bow causing her full ripe melons to stick out even further from her chest.



The young bloke laid his full body weight into each thrust jackhammering her ass like there was no tomorrow. His powerful thrusts made the redhead’s fucktits bounce wildly and jiggle up and down. Her vocal reactions commented each stroke with a loud scream in rhythm with the rapid speed of his fucking.



The bloke’s cock pushed the blown-up plug mercilessly against Vanessa’s inner cunt lips. It put an incredible strain on her poor pussy but it gave her twat a completely new feeling. With each thrust drilled down Vanessa’s ass pipe, the crowd saw the whore’s cunthole opening and closing. Her fuckhole steadily stretched and contracted against the insistent plug.



With each stroke in and out of Queeny Ho’s twitching anal orifice, the young bloke’s dick pushed against the soft inner tissue that separated her pussy and ass. Thereby, the membrane was firmly pressed against the pussy plug. The sensitive tissue was mercilessly grinded like grain in a mill.



It was an incredible combination of sensations surging through Vanessa’s body. The grinding of the soft tissue, the merciless stretching of her constricted ass chute and the strain from the pussy plug were driving her nuts. It was an extreme mixture of pleasure and pain. A mixture her body had been conditioned to react to with the most ecstatic orgasms Vanessa could achieve. A mixture the redhead loved by now.



The ecstatic feelings were overwhelming her reducing her to a steadily moaning doll. If the young bloke hadn’t held her arms, she would have slipped off the bar stool.

I was standing in the in one of the small, dark theater rooms watching a movie. A white woman was sitting on a black man. He was pumping his large cock into her fat pussy while she sucked a large white cock. A third man had moved up behind the woman to put his cock into her dilated asshole, when I noticed a petite, young, white woman slowly enter the theater. Instantly, I thought it must be full moon because women rarely frequent this place – alone.



Since the young woman had just gone from the light into dark, she really could not see anything around her. She stood by the door trying to focus her eyes. I watched intently.



Not having any luck trying to see and wisely deciding not to stand in front of the door, she stuck her hand out, felt a wall, and began to edge herself along it. She was slowly moving toward me.



She stopped when she was about a foot away from me. She did not know I was in close proximity, but her senses did.



As she watched the XXX movie, I looked at her face. It was pretty and youthful, but not beautiful. She had a clear complexion, bobbed nose, and short, dishwater blonde hair that framed an innocent, almost boyish face. Her lips were thin and her mouth was small. She was maybe 5’4″ and 105 pounds soaking wet and was lucky if she was a 32B. She looked like a tomboy. I thought she must have been teased a lot about that while growing-up.



Eventually her eyes began to focus and with the help of the soft light reflection from the large video and she noticed me. I am not a small person. I am about 5’10″ and weigh around 175 pounds. I have muscular physique and a tight round butt that had just been gangbanged about thirty minutes ago.



If the tomboy had come any sooner, she probably would not be standing by me right now, because the horny men who had just fucked my ass would have turned their attention to her. Anyway, they had left with their cocks’ limp and the place was almost empty now.



I had come in about 2 hours early. The theater was active. People were moving about. I found a vacant seat and sat down on a couch.



Within minutes, a man approached me. He walked right up to me, pulled out a soft, fat cock, and put his arms on his hips. His cock hung down about 6 inches.



Despite the fact that there were several men in the theater looking at the two of us, my sexual desire overwhelmed my shame. I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and began to lick his cockhead before I sucked it into my mouth. I was eager to find out how big it would get when fully erect.



The men would soon find out how much I loved cock – more than their wives and girlfriends, I guessed. There were no secrets, even in a darkened theater.



I began to give him a spectacular blowjob. I alternated between deep throat techniques, milking his shaft, and licking his balls. He moaned loudly and his cock grew large in my mouth.



We kept up this for a few minutes until his breathing became more ragged. I didn’t want him to come in my mouth. I had a better idea and mentioned it, but my request sounded so lame. “Do you want to fuck me?”



He pulled out a tube of lube and asked, “How do you want to do it?” Attempting not to sound so lame I replied, “However you like it”. The man pointed toward the couch.



I stepped out of my shorts, spread my stance, and bent over the arm of the couch. I didn’t have to spread my smooth cheeks for him. They parted naturally. The man stepped up to me and generously applied lube on and around my exposed, puckered anus. The lube felt cool.



I remained very still as he cautiously worked a finger past my tight sphincter muscles before pulling it back and then pushing it back in, again. A couple of minutes later, the man slipped another finger in and began to work both his fingers in and out. I could now imagine what it was going to be like to have him fuck me. My sphincter muscles contracted nervously on his fingers in anticipation.



When my anus was pliable, the man pushed his cockhead was into me. He then waited for my ass to adjust to his large cockhead. I looked back at him and saw him looking around. He was probably getting off on everyone seeing his large, thick cock sticking in my tight, expanded asshole.



The man received my cue, when I nudged my ass back, and pressed his cock in deeper. His cock felt big inside me as my stretched anus slid over it.



When his heavy balls were nestled against my cheeks, the man began to fuck me. He would withdraw just a few inches and then push back in.



As I began to make little groaning noises, his strokes gathered more momentum. He drove his cock harder and deeper into my rectum, repeatedly.



The man toned it down after a few minutes because he probably did not want to cum right away. He wanted to prolong the tight, warm grip my rectum provided his rock hard cock. I knew the feeling. I had done the same when fucking girl’s tight asses.



The man changed speed by fucking my ass shallow and not as fast as before. However, every so often he would plunge his cock in deep. I grunted hard after each deep thrust.



When my breathing had returned to normal, I began to synchronize my asshole with his strokes. I clenched my sphincter tight when his cock pushed in and relaxed it when he pulled out. I loved being fucked in the ass and getting a man’s hard cock off in my ass.



At some point, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced up. Two men were stroking their cocks as they watched my buttfucking. I motioned for them and adjusted my position.



A black man apparently needed relief first. He quickly stepped forward and penetrated my mouth with his erect cock. The second onlooker stepped forward, anxious to get some relief, too. I reached out my right hand and began to stroke his erection. He moaned and bucked against my hand as he surely imagined his cock sliding in and out of my ass or mouth.



After the two men had joined us, the man fucking me, lost his civility. Perhaps, his lust had overtaken him. I do not know. He started slamming his cock into me with all his strength. After about a dozen strokes, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled back, ensuring that he was completely inside my ass before he began riding me.



When he dropped his chest on me, I felt like a pony being bred by a stallion. He reamed my ass thoroughly, stretching my asshole wide, and almost turning it inside out with his violent thrusts.



No longer in control, the man came quickly and loudly. I felt a large volume of warm liquid flood my rectum and run into my bowels.



Almost immediately, he pulled his cock out of my sucking ass with a pop. I looked back at the man. He was standing behind me. His cock was still erect. Strings of cum hung from it. The man turned to the men around him, and simply said, “Next!”



The black man, whose cock I had stopped sucking, decided he wanted a turn in my ass, especially, since the man I had been stroking did not step forward. The black man’s big cock easily slid into my sperm-lubed ass. I guess he did not mind all the cum in my ass. Maybe he knew he would fuck it out of me and replace it with his own.



He truly groaned with pleasure as he grasped my hips and began pumping my hot, wet ass. His balls slapped against mine as he fucked me.



After only a few minutes, the black man decided he wanted to try a new position. I accommodated him by flipping onto my back on the couch and raising my knees to give him easy access. He grabbed my ankles, pushed my legs back, so that my knees were in my chest, and mounted me like a woman. Again, his swollen cock easily sank into my loosened, hot ass. After only a few minutes, the black man decided, again, he wanted to try another different position. This time he lifted my legs and placed them on his left shoulder. In this position, I soon learned that my anal cavity knotted, thus offering him more resistance. This position turned him on even more as he began to fuck me harder.



The man I had been sucking, climbed up on the couch, straddled my head, and forced his hard cock down my throat. Thankfully, I had long ago overcome my gag reflex because the pounding my ass was getting helped him push his big cock all the down my throat.



Minutes later, the black man began to moan uncontrollably. When he came, I actually felt him spray my anal walls with his cum.



The black man’s orgasm triggered the man I was sucking because only moments later, he came so hard his cock jerked out of mouth and he shot two big blasts of cum out into the dark theater, before he could put it back into my mouth.



His orgasm seemed to go on forever. He easily filled my mouth with his warm sperm – a couple of times.



Assuming that my gangbang was over, I relaxed on the couch savoring the cum taste in my mouth and my euphoric prostate. I was wrong.



Two of the quieter men stepped forward and slid their stiff cocks in my two recently vacated holes. Both men eventually dumped their loads into my now swampy rectum.



The first man who mounted my ass, had an average-length cock, but it was very thicker than the other two cocks. However, it wasn’t difficult for my anus now to stretch wider to accommodate him. He gave me a relaxing, enjoyble fuck.



Periodically, the man would pull his cock partially out of my anus, grab the base, and twirl his cockhead around in my ass. My prostate loved that. I alternated between masturbating and rubbing my erect nipples.



After my ass had received a third ejaculation, the second man surprised by me by asking if he could sit on my hard cock. He masturbated as his ass fucked me for a couple of minutes. When he was ready to cum, he stood up, rolled me over on my stomach, and came as soon as his cock plunged through my distended anus.



After I had recuperated, I stood up, and went to lean against the wall. The smell of cum and sweat dominated the room. About fifteen minutes later, the innocent looking tomboy walked in.



When she finally noticed me standing by her, I smiled at her, and began an innocuous conversation to relax her. We talked for a quite awhile. I explained why she had had never heard about me. I told her that I was a few years older and had joined the military shortly upon graduating from the same H.S. we had attended. Staying with military theme, I said I was going back to Iraq in a couple of days and that I had come here to ‘meet’ an American woman. I added that I wouldn’t have this opportunity, again – to meet an American woman for many more, long, hard months.



When she sympathized with me, I decided not to waste any more time. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard semi-erect cock. As her eyes widened, I put my hand on hers and guided it to my cock. “Not here”, she mumbled as tried to think. I could see her brain scrambling for a better response, but she never took her eyes off my cock. I responded with a personalized plea, “C’mon Honey, just suck it real quick before somebody comes in! I just wanna feel your mouth on it before I have to go back to Iraq!”



After a slight pause, I reached out and gently tugged at her shoulder. Her resistance faded quickly. She leaned over and stretched her small mouth wide in order to accept my thick cock. When her mission was accomplished, I sighed happily and then, again, as her mouth tenderly began nursing my cockhead.



She alternated caressing my oozing cockhead between her lips and tongue, before slowly creeping her mouth down my thick shaft. At this point, I couldn’t help but wonder if she would know via her taste buds and the possible musky smell of my cock that it had been up someone’s ass only 30 minutes ago.



After that passing thought, I pushed down on her shoulders. She gave way and sank to her knees. I got right over her face, almost straddling it. From this position, I forced my hard cock full-length down her throat. Tears sprung into her brown eyes and began streaming down her cheeks.



Each deep thrust of my cock down her throat bought a moan from the helpless girl. However, there was no other reaction, except to grab onto my hips for support. When her hand slide into my ass crack, I could tell she had felt something warm and sticky because her hand immediately recoiled.



I knew I had to cum quickly as I heard her wheels start turning. Try as I might though, I could not cum. Desperate, I signaled a man who was standing nearby watching and fisting his erect cock. Thank god for that and for the fact that he could see that I was in a predicament. He knew what I needed in order to cum.



When the man nodded, I reached behind me and spread my cheeks. In one big push, his banana shaped hard-on slid past my abused sphincter and into my anal cavity ’til it bottomed out. He was in so deep that my body shook for an instant.



I looked down at my cute little cock sucker. I could tell she had felt me shudder, but she kept sucking. She probably assumed I twitched because of my quickly swelling cock.



The big cock up my ass made my cock grow magically harder inside her mouth. I knew I was now closer to cumming. My thrusts quickened to a speed that she could barely handle. As a result, she had no time to think about the sticky, warm mess she had felt around my anus.



I tersely ordered her to make an ‘O’ with her mouth. When she did, I began fucking her small, tight mouth like it was her pussy.



So strong was my desire to cum, that my thrusts became animalistic. She moaned and groaned loudly with each powerful thrust I made into her mouth as her forehead also made loud slapping noises against my stomach. All too soon, I saw her eyes glaze over. I knew I had to cum ASAP. I pushed my cock all the way down her throat, knowing her throat muscles would catch my cockhead, giving it the last 1-2 strokes I needed to cum.



With her nose mashed against my stomach, I let out a deep moan, as I unabatedly began to shoot as much sperm down her throat as I could while my entire rectum squeezed the cock inside it as hard as possible.



Unfortunately, my orgasmic feeling was cut short when the little tomboy began to gag or choke on the sperm cascading down her throat. I quickly pulled my still erupting cock out of harm’s way.



Her gagging and choking caused my sperm to shoot out of her nose just like milk when she laughed. I stood there watching her gag as my cock fired off a couple of more rounds into her teary-eyed face. Several men had who had just arrived and had gathered to watch, chuckled loudly at the conclusion.



I stroked any remaining sperm out and placed my cock back in my shorts. The tomboy remained on her knees trying to get handle on her physical reactions. That is my last memory of her.



The man who had had his cock up my ass, leaned over to apologize. He said my ass had gripped his cock so hard when I had cum – that he couldn’t help but cum himself. We laughed, shook hands, and went our separate ways.

Inspired on viewing the classic erotic film Emanuel, again after a ten year period.



*



Emanuel was essentially a newly-wed, having married Karl Gehringer only a week before moving to the outskirts of Los Angeles a little over a month ago. She quickly learned that she was reasonably good at tennis, well at Karl’s club anyway. She was nineteen and virtually everyone else at the club was in their thirties, or older. Her youth gave her an advantage especially in the longer sets.



She played twice weekly with the ambition of improving her game by the fall. She didn’t flirt with any of the men she encountered at the club. After all she had her man; and while Karl was her first lover as far as she was concerned, sex with Karl was more than interesting, it was compelling.



And so, when Karl was forced into leaving her at home while he flew to Hamburg, Germany to work out the details of a promising merger of his business with that of the largest auto manufacturer in Germany, Emanuel threw herself into tennis on a daily basis.



***



Emanuel parked her Jaguar in the country club’s parking lot rather than have the valet park it for her. She considered it her car, and didn’t want just anyone handling it.



Emanuel walked into the women’s locker room and looked for an open locker. She found an empty one between two women who changed into street clothing without exposing any naughty parts.



Emanuel opened her locker and began removing her outer garments. Another, older woman stood across from her, slowly undressing but her eyes remained on Emanuel.



As the woman removed her bra, she began a conversation with the younger Emanuel.



“I hear you’re quite the tennis player. It’s Mrs. Gehringer, isn’t it?”



Stepping out of her dress, Emanuel said, “Yes, but its Emanuel, please, not Mrs. Gehringer.”



“Emanuel… what a lovely name,” the woman turned toward Emanuel, presenting her with a full view of her generous breasts.



Non-plussed, Emanuel plucked her bra strap and dropped the bra into her hand then turned to the other woman; they were nipple to nipple with only inches separating them.



“I don’t believe we’ve met, Emanuel said softly. “Haven, Mrs. Muriel Haven,” the woman replied. “My husband…”



“Is the noted heart surgeon,” Emanuel said, finishing Muriel’s sentence for her.



“Yes… you seem to be in excellent condition, Emanuel. Do you work out with anyone here at the club?”



“Only if you count my tennis playing,” Emanuel replied.



“Oh, you’re that Emanuel,” Muriel said coolly.



Emanuel gave Muriel a puzzled look, and the older woman was forced to explain herself.



“I only meant that I have heard of your abilities in tennis. Why you’re already considered the best woman player to come along in years.”



Emanuel picked a sports bra out of her gym bag and donned it. Muriel tugged her shorts off and stood there wearing only a lace embroidered thong. Emanuel turned away to pull on a tennis skirt and then a tennis top. For all practical purposes, other than her sneakers, she was ready to play.



Muriel peeled the thong off and tossed it into the bottom of her locker as five other women stopped several feet from them and without any particular ceremony, began removing leotards and sports bras then chatted with one another like magpies in their under things and less. As they continued talking, they dressed and filmy, wired brassieres, satin panties, and thongs were much in evidence. The ladies presumably were headed out on the town after taking their leave of the country Club.



Most of the women were well endowed in the mammary area; and more than a few were candidates for breast reduction surgery. Nipple jewelry proved to be quite popular among them and downstairs, Brazilians outnumbered the bushes while several labia rings winked and twinkled here and there.



The women ranged in age from late twenties to late fifties, but most of them appeared to be in their thirties. Regardless of their ages, most of the women were in good shape, with only one or two needing to do some more work on their bellies and thighs.



Emanuel, having experienced how surreptitiously men check up women, was surprised to notice the women openly gazing at each other, appraising each other’s bodies without embarrassment. Muriel, on the other hand, now stood nude, with one foot up on a stool, rubbing a lotion onto her leg while still watching Emanuel out of the corner of her eye. It occurred to Emanuel that Muriel was the type woman who would much rather spend an hour prancing around the locker room stark naked, than actually doing any kind of exercise.



Emanuel couldn’t help but hear bits and pieces of the women’s conversation, which seemed to be about husbands and boyfriends, and sex, sex, sex. She overhead one pretty, petite redhead recounting that she had taken home one of the girls from purchasing the night before, as a mid-week treat for her husband. Apparently the buyer was happy to have dinner and quite a bit more.



The woman the redhead was talking to, who apparently had just met her, giggled and said, “You should invite me over for dinner sometime!”



Suddenly, Muriel called out to the women, “Where’s Felicia?”



The redhead laughed and nonchalantly replied, “She won’t be here today. The boss is boning her for lunch.”



Embarrassed, Emanuel said, “It was nice meeting you, Muriel, perhaps we can play a set or two someday.”



“Doubles, perhaps. With a couple of those handsome tennis pros the club keeps handy,” Muriel shot back, and then smiled knowingly.



“Yes, I’d like that,” Emanuel responded as she picked up her tennis kit and closed her locker.



“Join me for a drink later?” Muriel asked, as Emanuel turned and started walking away.



Emanuel looked back over her shoulder and said, “If the match doesn’t take overly long, I’d love too.”



Still nude, Muriel sat down on the stool and wrapped up in Emanuel’s beauty, just managed to catch herself a split second before she actually touched herself. Even so, she clearly heard the redhead’s scornful laugh and knew it was directed at her.



Muriel dressed, and never once glanced in the direction of the other women until ready to leave the locker room. “Give my regards to Jim, will you Brenda?” she said, and as she walked past them drew satisfaction from hearing two of the other women laughing; and one saying, “She’s got a lot of nerve, doesn’t she?”



Brenda laughed and said, “She knows him quite well; for that matter I’m very close to her husband too.”



*****



The tennis pro Emanuel was playing with was a thirty something, single guy named Jon. He had played and lost at Wimbledon several years before and was considered to be a very good player and an even better teacher.



They had been paired up by the club’s match organizer to represent the club in a county mixed doubles knock out tournament.



Jon was tall, well built, funny and witty and always seemed to have a tan. Nearly all the women, Emanuel included, thought him a potentially great lover, but at the dances and parties he always had a cracking looking, sophisticated woman on his arm, who, he reputedly told others, “Was just a friend, nothing serious.”



Although he flirted quite outrageously with most of the women, Emanuel had not heard of him bedding anyone at the Club.



They went one on one for a set before their opponents arrived, and polished them off, love and love in just over half an hour. They had a quick drink with their opponents before Jon stood up and readied to leave.



Emanuel felt a certain attraction to him, but tried to put it out of her mind. Her husband Karl had taught her many things sexual on their two-week long honeymoon. And watching Jon roam the court had caused a certain stirring in her loins. Jon had noticed her watching him and since he had already bedded a number of wives belonging to the club, he assumed Emanuel was about to join the group.



To make it simple for her he whispered, “I’m in number 304, if you have need of me.” And then he left her sitting there.



Emanuel had another drink, although less potent than the previous one, and then said goodbye to her gracious opponents and made her way into the women’s dressing room and sat down in front of her locker. She was alone in the locker room. A minute later she stood nude and was carefully tucking her sweaty garments into a small duffle bag.



As she closed the locker and prepared to take her much needed shower, Muriel entered the locker room and strode toward Emanuel.



“Hello again,” she said.



“Hi, how did your exercise session go?” Emanuel inquired, noting that Muriel appeared not to have broken a sweat since she’d left the locker room.



“It went well enough. I happened by the tennis courts and saw you make short work of last year’s champion.”



“That was more Jon’s doing than mine,” Emanuel laughed, and reached into her locker for a towel.



“Mind if I join you, I really need a shower myself,” Muriel chirped.



“Not at all,” Emanuel replied.



“May I ask how long you’ve had those nipple piercings?” Muriel said.



Emanuel laughed and said, “I felt really daring on my honeymoon, and my husband took me to this charming Jamaican gentleman.” She turned her body so that Muriel could examine them up close, and the older woman did so, although she resisted the temptation to reach out and touch them.



“I’m actually quite fond of them,” Emanuel said, examining Muriel’s breasts without the woman being aware, or perhaps not caring that she was doing so. Emanuel thought Muriel’s breasts far more pendulous than her own; no doubt a product of having children who were now approaching their teens.



“It must have hurt something awful having that needle go through them.”



“Hardly felt a thing. The piercer applied a lotion to them just before inserting the needle that acted as a…” she stood there groping for the right word, but couldn’t find it.



Muriel rescued her, saying, “Numbed the nipples?”



“Yes, exactly. I knew the word but couldn’t get it out, thank you, Muriel.”



“You remembered my name, I appreciate that,” Muriel said with a knowing smile.



“I’m not completely daft, Muriel.”



“Of course not, I’m sorry if it seemed that way to you. It was a simple moment when something you knew wouldn’t come to mind. Everyone has moments like that. I do, and on a daily basis.”



“Well I can say the piercings make me feel sexy and kind of slutty all the time.”



“All the time?”Muriel said, and touched Emanuel’s shoulder. It was the first time she had actually touched Emanuel, who shivered slightly at the touch.



Emanuel waited for Muriel to strip and dig a towel out of her locker along with a bottle of shampoo then they walked side-by-side to the women’s shower.



Emanuel giggled when she saw they had the shower to themselves.



Muriel couldn’t believe her good fortune in finding Emanuel a willing accomplice in what promised to be a wonderful sexual relationship. She looked over at the younger woman and ran her hand lightly up her arm, recalling her reaction to the first time she had touched her.



True to form, Emanuel shivered, this time visibly. Muriel also took note of the girl’s hardened nipples, and said, “They stand out so proudly. Your husband must love playing with them.”



Emanuel took a nipple in each hand and squeezed them. “It makes them hard for the longest time. I find that if I do it before going out I attract the most indecent stares from men and women alike.”



Muriel noticed her nipples harden and stand out clearly… she smiled and said, “And you relish all the attention, Emanuel?”



“Oh, yes. It’s very… stimulating.”



Emanuel felt Muriel’s hand on her breast. They looked at each other for a long moment, the palm of Muriel’s hand rubbed against the stiffened nipple, and then with a seemingly mutual agreement, they moved closer… closer until their parted lips met in a sweet sultry kiss. When it broke Emanuel looked around as if concerned that someone had seen them.



Muriel cooed, “Relax sweetheart… you aren’t in Iowa anymore; no one here cares what we do.”



Emanuel’s head was swimming… she was supposed to be seducing Muriel and yet Muriel was the more aggressive one.



Muriel leaned over and kissed Emanuel’s lips once more… this time with a lot of tongue play by both of them. When it broke Emanuel realized Muriel’s hand was resting on her mons as if debating whether or not to slip inside the silky wetness an inch or so away.



“I love your lips… and tongue,” Muriel said hoarsely.



“Oh God Muriel, I’ve wanted to kiss you like that since I saw you so gorgeously naked in the locker room.”



Muriel moved her hand just enough to allow a finger to tease Emanuel’s clit. Emanuel spread her legs to give her lover all the room she could possibly use.



Muriel expertly pinched the clit and Emanuel groaned… Muriel smiled as Emanuel’s hand cupped Muriel’s full breast and tweaked the nipple. Muriel gasped with pleasure.



“This is wonderful, Muriel, but I really have to shower and run.”



“But why, we’re alone and just getting started?”



“I didn’t know we would hit it off like this… I have an appointment with the tennis pro, Jon something.”



“Jon Vexell?”



“Yes, that’s his name,” Emanuel said as she released Muriel’s turgid nipple.



“I know him quite well,” Muriel said before her tongue snaked out to lick Emanuel’s earlobe.



Emanuel laughed and gently pushed Muriel away.



“Then you’ll understand why I don’t want to miss the appointment.”



“Let me come with you, Jon won’t mind.”



“Really, he won’t mind?” Emanuel said, sounding somewhat pessimistic about Muriel’s comment.



“I can guarantee it.” Muriel said with a lewd smile.



“Then it’s all right with me,” and holding hands they returned to the locker room, dressed and made their way to the tennis pro’s small, adobe ranch style home.



“He has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” Muriel told Emanuel as they approached Jon’s place. “And be warned, he’s a tit man, but likes rough sex.” “How rough?”



“It varies, but he won’t leave any long lasting marks. You might leave his bed with a few bruises though.”



“I can handle that,” Emanuel said, but quivered inwardly at the thought of rough sex. It was something she and Karl had discussed, but hadn’t had time to get around too.



Jon opened the door and showed no surprise at seeing Muriel accompanying Emanuel.



Ignoring Muriel, he jabbed a finger in Emanuel’s face and growled, “I saw you!”



Confused, Emanuel glanced at Muriel for help in deciphering his true meaning. But Muriel offered no help whatsoever. Thinking, in for a penny, in for a pound, Emanuel took the plunge and entered Jon’s home; walked over to a chair on the left side of the living room and stepped out of her heels while making a mental inventory of what she was wearing that might be damaged.



“He likes rough sex,” Muriel’s words, rang in her ears. She nodded to herself. Karl told me to be open to all things regarding sex. How rough could it be?



To her surprise, Emanuel found herself confronting Jon with: “Um, who did you see me with?” she was trying to keep her voice casual, but already feeling the sweet worm of fear as it began its inexorable ascent from her tailbone to the top of her spine.



“Don’t play the coy princess with me,” Jon spat out, “I saw how that prick, Dexter Middleton was eating you up, and you loved every minute of it.”



Emanuel struggled to remember which of the other players or onlookers he was referring to, but it really didn’t matter who it was. In Jon’s eyes she was guilty.



Muriel chose that moment to chime in with: “Oh, she didn’t think you’d notice. I heard her say, ‘fuck, he’s hot. I’d do him in the bushes if I could.”



“That’s not…”



“Shut the fuck up!” Jon snarled and grabbed Emanuel by the back of her neck. Seconds later his cruel, warm fingers were digging into the sides of her throat. “I thought you were a horny newlywed looking for some cock while hubby’s away. But you’re nothing but a fucking whore, looking to get laid at every opportunity.”



Emanuel had trouble accepting what was happening to her. Her instincts told her to remain silent; to learn why he was being so cruel. He knew she wanted to get laid, and she was more than willing to fuck him — why then was he accusing her of being unfaithful to him when she had willingly come to his home to fuck him?



Then it occurred to her that his very words had sent the blood rushing between her legs and made her labia swell. So this is part of what rough sex is about, she thought.



Muriel jumped in again with: “You should have seen the hard on Middleton was sporting when he got up from the bleachers. Oh, you have no idea how it made my mouth water.”



“Muriel, why are you lying about me?”



“Shut up, Muriel,” Jon said, and shoved the older woman so hard she fell to the floor and remained there, panting.



Turning to Emanuel, he barked, “Show me your tits.”



Emanuel’s hand automatically went to her face, and before she could do or say anything he slapped her across the face, bringing tears to her eyes.



“Emanuel…” Muriel began, but made no attempt to get up.



“Shut up, I give the orders here,” Jon said, and then turned back to Emanuel. “When I tell you to do something you do it, understand?”



“Yes sir,” she said weakly, as she rubbed her cheek.



“Good. Now get those tits out. I want to inspect them.”



Emanuel quickly slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to her waist. Being braless, her breasts were exposed sufficiently to satisfy Jon’s demand. He motioned her closer, and she shuffled forward until she stood inches from his glaring eyes.



Cupping her breasts, she offered them to him. He surprised her by caressing the sides, tops and undersides, but avoided the nipples. He glanced over at Muriel and seemed satisfied that she had removed herself from him and his prey.



Muriel took the look to mean that she was free to move to a chair and observe. She took a seat on the far side of the room, her eyes never leaving Emanuel.



Still using tender caresses, he worked his way to Emanuel’s still very tender nips and gently played with them, pay special attention to the golden barbells that passed through them.



Surprised again, this time by his gentle actions, Emanuel found she was highly aroused and breathing faster than she had while playing tennis. Images of his reputed huge cock danced in her head.



She risked a peek across the room at Muriel, hoping to garner a clue as to what might come next. But Jon caught her looking, and with no warning, pulled roughly on the nipple jewelry in her left breast. She reacted instinctively by pulling back and worsening the pain.



Just as the pain in her nipple began to subside, he smacked her across both breasts compounding the pain.



She stifled a sob then lost control and sobbed aloud, which brought another slap.



Emanuel didn’t bother to object when he started removing her piercings’. Jon explained his reasoning. “I can’t suck properly with metal in my mouth.” Then he leaned over, took an empty nipple into his mouth and simultaneously slid a hand under her dress, running a finger all the way inside her well moistened cunt.



His powerful suction on the nipple caused Emanuel’s knees to buckle, and she would have fallen had he not held her up with his free hand. “Lean on me,” he said tersely. She leaned into the shoulder opposite the hand that was fingering her cunt and sighed contentedly. He continued fingering her until her cunt began making a sloshing sound. That made him laugh, and withdrawing his finger, he held it under her nose.



“Smell it!”



Emanuel sniffed it until he pulled it away. He beckoned Muriel over to them and said, “You want her… clean my finger of her stench.”



Muriel said nothing, but quickly absorbed the finger into her mouth and tasted Emanuel’s juices for the first time. She would have sucked the finger until the skin wore away leaving nothing but bone, but Jon yanked it from her mouth, laughed and told her to sit back down.

Emanuel found the courage to speak up, and said softly, “Please, fuck me like the bitch in heat that I am.”



Jon snarled at her audacity to speak without being asked, and slapped her across each of her breasts several times. But by this point, Emanuel was into the pain and humiliation aspects of her seduction and merely pushed her breasts out for addition punishment.



He acted as this were normal and twisted each nipple in turn, allowing her just enough time to groan with the sudden terrific slice of pain each twist wrought before switching nipples.



As he twisted the left nipple for the fourth time, he glanced over at Muriel and said, “Do you two come as a pair, Muriel?”



“Yes and no, Jon; I’m second in line for Emanuel’s charms. Have your way with her. I’ll gladly take seconds.”



“And you’re available as well, right?”



“Yes, I am; especially for you, Jon.”



He laughed, and said, “Well, you can clean her when I’m done with her.” Turning to Emanuel, he said, “And you, bitch, you’ll do anything I want, won’t you?” Emanuel glanced at Muriel for help in responding to his question. This time Muriel helped her by nodding, and Emanuel slowly sighed then answered with a low, “Yes, I will, Jon.”



“You know it’s going to be mean and nasty, but you want it rough don’t you?”



“Oh, yes I do,” she emphatically.



“You’re piercings are on the coffee table. Take a minute and put them back in.” That said, he walked over to Muriel and instructed her to suck his cock while Emanuel replaced the piercings in her nipples.



Emanuel’s eyes danced from her nipples to the cock in Muriel’s mouth. She was amazed at its size. Karl was seven inches, he’d bragged about his length, but Jon’s had to be several inches longer and it was most assuredly thicker. It will probably hurt, but it won’t kill me. Muriel’s had it and loved it. I’ve gone this far, I can finish. Karl will enjoy hearing me tell him about today when he returns. In this, Emanuel was positive, because her new husband had counseled her on having as many affairs as she felt she needed in his absences; she had only to tell him of them on his return.



Jon waited while Emanuel finished restoring the piercings to each breast, and then plucked his erection from Muriel’s taut lips and strode back to Emanuel.



“Hands and knees!”



She dropped down on all fours and waited. Jon moved behind her, knelt down and reached around to her front, found the piercings and yanked them viciously.



OH, GOD!” Emanuel screamed, losing control for the first time.



Grabbing a handful of her hair, he yanked her to her feet. “You’re not ready yet.



She tried to ignore the sharp pain running through her skull, but moaned despite herself.



“Muriel, get your skinny ass over here!”



Emanuel’s muscles tensed in apprehension. Her cunt ached as it throbbed, waiting. She tucked her arms beneath her breasts and clasped her hands together knowing she would instinctively try to shield her ass if she didn’t; and a few angry red welts were better than a broken finger. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the slender instrument with which he would spank her.



Muriel scurried over to him and waited for further instruction.



“Smack her cunt a few times. Make sure it hurts.” Muriel didn’t hesitate, and swung her hand in a wide arc landing dead center on Emanuel’s cunt.



“OH!”



“Keep going,” he barked.



Muriel began a continuous series of sharp slaps centered on Emanuel’s rapidly swelling labia. Although the young girl shuddered with each blow, she managed to remain silent until Jon waved Muriel away and waved the thin stalk of cane so that it snapped just above Emanuel’s derriere.



“I’ll be using a cane on you, Emanuel. It leaves a welt that will continue smarting for about a week. I can tell you it will be at least two weeks before you’re able to withstand another… treatment. To do so earlier will result in scarring, and you’re too beautiful to have a scarred ass, don’t you agree?”



“I… I bow to your knowledge, and thank you for the advice, Jon.”



She heard the faint whistle of the cane as he brought it to bear on her buttocks with a loud, “Thwack!”



The first blow felt like a kiss of white-hot barbed wire. A large red welt popped up immediately. At first, Emanuel was shocked, and then the pain bloomed like fireworks in a dark sky. It seemed an eternity between the impact and her ability to scream in response.



After the third blow of the cane her mind, her entire universe was awash with pain. Emanuel was unable to determine where the succeeding blows landed, or how many there were. The only thoughts she was capable of were of dread in that the following blow will tear her apart, and the exquisite blanket of stillness that slides over her after she screams.



As Jon continued whipping Emanuel, the welts seemed to merge into one huge hunk of raw meat. During the course of the whipping Emanuel begged for mercy three or four times, of course her pleas were ignored. When he finally stopped, her ass was bleeding profusely. Very slowly, Emanuel’s body went limp. Her cramped fingers relaxed, and eventually she stopped screaming; then huge gulping sobs took over.



“You took that very well, Emanuel, my sweet,” Jon told her, and she loved him for saying it.



“Get me some ice,” Jon told Muriel, who ran to the refrigerator, scooped a handful of ice into a paper napkin she found on the counter and ran back to him.



Taking one cube at a time, Jon lightly applied it to her wounds until it melted, and then he found another ice cube and did the same thing until it too melted.



The ice in and of itself did nothing to heal her wounds, but they did allay some of the pain and for that Emanuel was grateful.



“Get that bloody ass into the shower,” he barked, and Emanuel, assisted by Muriel, limped into the bathroom and entered the shower as quickly as possible only to find that Jon had followed her and was soon urinating on her already damaged ass.



“Normally, I’d have you open your mouth for this, but I’m wondering if the piss adds to the pain. Does it?”



Emanuel nodded, because in fact, it did. The acid in his urine quickly raised the threshold of her pain twofold. A mewling sound came from her throat.



“What?” he asked, curious as to what she might have to say.



She tried again, and he understood her to say, “Hurts.”



“Does it hurt?”



She nodded, unable to speak because of the pain. Behind him she saw Muriel standing in the doorway, an expression of intense sadness on her face.



Poor Muriel, she thought, she probably feels worse than I do.



Then Jon turned the shower on and the sudden jolt of the hot water forced a scream from her lungs.



“Too hot?” he asked calmly.



She could only nod her head rapidly.



He made an adjustment then proceeded to undress. He tested the water, found it to his liking and joined her in the shower.



“It’s time to fuck, Emanuel, hope you’re ready for Big Ben.” Before she could react, he spun her around and forced her down onto her hands and knees again, quickly thrusting his huge cock into her bruised and swollen pussy.



For a split second, Emanuel thought her pussy numbed by the whipping. But as his cock rammed brutally into her deepest corner, she knew what it was like to be raped. Then her masochistic side kicked in and she began fucking back at his raping penis. Every thrust brought a unique flow of pain and pleasure.



She shuddered as her climax neared, only to whimper sadly as he yanked his penis from her sopping cunt in time to deny her the ultimate pleasure she was seeking.



“NO… PLEASE!”



“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled. Then Emanuel felt his cock forcing its way into her ravaged ass.



“NO… PLEASE, NO!”



“What is it with you? First you’re begging for it, next thing you’re begging me not too. I’ll make your decisions for you. I’m fucking you up the ass. You don’t have to play in the tennis tourney until next week. You can rest up after I finish with you. Muriel, get the ointment from the cabinet next to you and grease her up.”



As Muriel lubed her rectum, Emanuel thought back to the few times her husband had taken her anally. It had hurt each and every time, and Karl was nowhere near as big as Jon. He would tear her apart. A moment later she remembered how badly he had whipped her back there and what level of pain awaited her when he drove his spear into her. She began to whimper and then cry.



Muriel had her hand in her mouth. She was crying too, but did nothing to prevent his raping her ass.



The violation of her ass went surprisingly well as far as Emanuel was concerned. Muriel had done a good job of lubricating her anus. Jon took no precautions in entering her, roughly shoveling his cock in as far as it would go then waiting until her muscles relaxed enough to shove it further. He stopped driving into her when he saw that he had about seven inches embedded in her anus. Then he began a methodical, almost rhythmical fuck.



Soon he was panting and puffing and was obviously going to cum, and while Emanuel was getting into it, she wasn’t as far gone as he was.



Jon let loose a scream, starling Emanuel, and then he began slapping her rump with both hands. The bastard had cum without waiting for her and was punishing her because of his own ineffectiveness. The resulting pain was all but intolerable.



When he pulled out, she was a quivering mass of hurting, horny flesh, desperate to end the pain and even more desperate to get off.



But before she could do or say anything, he grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved her face down to his crotch. “Clean that shit off of my cock, you useless cunt!”



As hot as she was, it still was not an appealing proposition. But Emanuel realized it was an order and not a proposition; and took his flaccid penis, although still quite formidable in size, and brought her mouth to bear on the disgusting task of removing her own fecal matter from his shit flecked prick.



It was the first thing that Emanuel had done that hadn’t turned her on. Jon kept a painful grip on her hair the whole time; and when he was satisfied; he threw her to the shower floor and turned the water on again.



“She’s yours for a while,” he said sarcastically to Muriel, who moved to help Emanuel to her feet. She located a wash cloth and gave it to Emanuel along with a bar of soap and the young girl cleaned herself then stepped out of the shower, accepting the towel Muriel was holding for her.



Emanuel watched Muriel strip as she dried herself off. Then she blinked and the next thing Emanuel knew she was in Muriel’s arms and they were kissing.



Until that moment, Emanuel had thought she knew about kissing; knew how to kiss and knew what a good kiss was all about. But Muriel quickly demonstrated that the younger woman knew next to nothing about it.



Muriel’s kiss conveyed adventure, excitement, confidence and passion. They were kissing with mouths wide open, tongues deep in the other’s throat and lips grinding and squirming together. They sucked on each other’s lips, first the top then the bottom; and when Muriel began nibbling on Emanuel’s tongue, Emanuel came for the first time that evening. It was a fantastic orgasm; especially so because Jon had artfully kept her from coming during all the sadistic treatment he had subjected her too.



Moments later Emanuel was kissing Muriel back with all the verve, energy, eagerness and passion that Muriel had demonstrated in kissing her.



Ending the kiss, Emanuel cried out, “Please don’t keep me waiting any longer, Muriel!”



Muriel obliged her, sealing her mouth over the other’s cunt and sucking voraciously on her. Emanuel’s fingers and hand gripped her head and hair as she cried out “OH, MY GOD, THAT’S GOOD!”



Having desired the younger woman since laying eyes on her, Muriel didn’t need the encouragement, but decided to give her lover the full treatment before Jon returned with his renewed erection.



She went from intense sucking to languid lapping, pausing occasionally to tease and titillate Emanuel’s clitoris. Emanuel’s thighs closed around Muriel’s head as she began a more urgent tonguing of Emanuel’s cunt.



“GET ME OFF! PLEASE GET ME OFF!” Emanuel moaned.



But Muriel ignored her pleas and concentrated on making this act a memorable one for both of them. She pulled back her tongue and gave a long lap upwards as her talented tongue rasped across Emanuel’s swollen clit. She sensed Emanuel closing in on her orgasm; instinctively knew the longer she kept her on this edge the more intense her feeling would be.



Emanuel was now thrusting her crotch into Muriel’s face; pulling her into her mound. Muriel’s nose was embedded in her bush and her jaw rammed tight against her pussy.



“PLEASE!”



Not wanting to hold her off any longer, Muriel sought to push her over the edge by lapping at her clit; heard her scream as the orgasm smashed into her, and wallowed in the ensuing flood of juices that quickly covered Muriel’s tongue.



Muriel continued lapping away at her, swallowing the excess fluid to keep from choking; alternating between Emanuel’s pussy and clit as Emanuel thrashed wildly, desperate to explode because of the over-stimulation she’d been subjected too.



Wanting to heighten the experience even more, Muriel sank her fingernails into the red welts Jon had left on her ass and drew fresh rivulets of blood from the wounds. The rush of pain did add greatly to the over-all flood of sensation in every nerve ending coursing through Emanuel’s body, and she came again and again before collapsing on the floor and passing out with her thighs still twitching and clamped firmly around Muriel’s face.



Using great care, Muriel extracted herself from Emanuel’s grip. She licked her lips, savoring the taste and texture of Emanuel’s juices. Slowly she pushed herself up and stood between Emanuel’s spread legs. Emanuel’s arms shot out toward her like a baby seeking its mother. She wrapped her arms around Muriel’s hips and pulled close. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around Emanuel’s trembling shoulders to comfort her.



Tears of joy coursed down Emanuel’s cheeks. Muriel guided her mouth to a nipple, and Emanuel sucked contentedly as both women recovered from the emotional and sensual experience.



Then both women heard a slight cough. Muriel raised her head and saw Jon sitting in a chair with knowing smile on his face, looking directly at her.



Emanuel sensed his presence too, and she turned her head and saw his legs open wide; saw his blood-swollen member jutting out, proud and erect like a soldier on parade. I don’t know if I can stand any more of his treatment, she thought.



Still her eyes never left his magnificent cock, now rock hard and resting against his flat stomach. Her body was tired and very sore, but she was thinking how nice he would feel inside her, if only he would be gentle.



Jon beckoned to her with his index finger. Emanuel summoned the energy to crawl over to him. He didn’t move, he just sat there looking at her. She used his knees to pull herself to a kneeling position, reached out to caress his manhood, felt the power and strength in it when he made it jump in her hand.



Emanuel ran her fingers lightly over the head and then down the long shaft. She took his balls in one hand and caressed them. She made a cooing sound then leaned in and planted a light kiss on the crown.



“Suck me off,” he said with no evidence of threat in his tone. She opened her mouth and took him in. Muriel began to finger herself as she looked on, knowing from past experience what would be occurring shortly.



The first few inches of his lengthy cock slid in easily until it hit the back of her throat. Emanuel raised her eyes to look at him, and saw him smiling down at her. She wondered briefly what she looked like with him half-buried in her mouth. I saw myself with a huge lollipop once, perhaps that’s how I appear to him; perhaps I look ridiculous.



She held his stare as she drove her mouth over his cock, taking it completely down her throat until she felt his hair tickle her nose.



I’m so glad Karl spent the time to teach me how to deep throat a man, she thought, and recalled Sam, the Jamaican gentleman who had convinced her she could deep throat any man.



Jon’s longer than Sam, she recalled, but once you understand how to repress the gagging impulse, it’s easy.



She held him deep in her throat as long as she could then slid him slowly out and took a quick breath. She ran her tongue around the head, and then down and back up the shaft. Taking it from her mouth for a moment, she examined it carefully, gave him an admiring smile, and then let him sink back down her gullet before daring to look back up at him.



His cock twitched and she realized he was close to giving her throat a bath. Taking him from her mouth, but pumping him up and down, she quietly suggested that he might want to fuck her.



“Good idea, slut, but maybe later. Your friend is still horny as you can see.” He pointed over at Muriel who had several fingers jammed in her pussy, and one from her other hand fingering her ass.



“Muriel, you carpet munching whore, get down on the floor. Let the little cunt eat you out while I take a video of you.”



Both women quickly moved into position. Muriel’s large breasts hung downward, one descending to Emanuel’s mouth, for her to suck a nipple. Gently, their hands found each other’s tender, moistened pussies.



Jon sat on the floor beside them, smiling as he watched them through the viewfinder. Soon, Muriel moved down between Emanuel’s legs and began to eat her pussy in earnest.



Jon watched and recorded the women for posterity and possible future profit as Muriel’s obviously talented pussy eating skills absolutely drove Emanuel crazy. Grinning inanely, he videoed her first orgasm, then another. He leaned forward and kissed Emanuel, making it last through her next orgasm. Then he retrieved the camera and filmed Emanuel’s soft thighs alternately flopping open and closed as she intermittently squeezed Muriel’s head while being eaten.



Finally Emanuel moaned, “Oh God, stop.”



Muriel rolled away, her left hand blindly reached between Jon’s legs and found his hanging cock. Stroking it with quick fast strokes she cooed, “I’m ready for you, if you’re ready for me.”



Emanuel retrieved the camcorder and licked her lips as Jon slammed his appendage into the older woman. Aware of being filmed, he carefully orchestrated the fuck so that it went from its initial frantic pace to one that remained slow and steady. They also moved through positions, missionary, sideways, doggy and then finished with Muriel’s legs wrapped around his neck. Emanuel was using one hand to hold the camera, the other to masturbate. Jon finished by coming on Muriel’s face and neck, then staggered away from her and took the camera back from Emanuel while shooing her back to the still panting Muriel.



Emanuel swung a leg over Muriel, settling her steaming pussy on the other’s face. The over-heated Muriel was soon making incredibly hungry, wet, slurping sounds on the younger woman’s cunt.



Jon moved closer, recording both women’s facial expressions as their cunnilingus continued. Eventually, Muriel changed positions, leaving Emanuel on her hands and knees in front of Muriel’s wide-open legs. Emanuel spread the other’s labia wide and mashed her face into Muriel’s cunt, sucking so voraciously that her tits were jiggling crazily.



Muriel came, but Emanuel kept at her, not letting up one iota.



Muriel came again.



Jon ran his hand down Emanuel’s back, feeling the sexual energy rippling through her body. He was hard and ready again, and tapped Emanuel on the shoulder twice to get her attention.



“Let me fuck you, now,” he said gruffly. “Muriel’s cum enough.”



Emanuel looked at him through lust-filled eyes. She snorted and started to get up. “No, stay like that,” he said and mounted her from behind.

Author Notes:



The Perspectives Series was created as a study of how our perception of people and events is largely influenced by our point of view. As you read the distinct stories of these characters, and become more invested in their lives, your perception of them and their situations will likely change.



There are four novels in this collection, with the first volume being split into two distinct parts:



Volume One: Jess (Part One, Part Two)



Volume Two: Martin



Volume Three: Jill



Volume Four: Teresa



Together, these stories are about the intertwined journey of several ordinary people as they struggle through relationships, personal revelations, conflict, and unplanned life events. The characters are purely fictional, but familiar, nonetheless.



This was my first attempt at writing some years ago. My writing style has evolved somewhat since, as I’ve established a distinct style and cadence. Rather than rewriting these volumes, I’ve decided to just dust them off and release them as they were written. It’s not my best work, but the stories are interesting enough, I think.



Categorizing these stories for Literotica has been difficult because they span everything from mild BDSM, to Exhibitionism/Voyeur; from Anal, to Erotic Couplings, and Romance. I’ve tried to place each story appropriately, as best I could. In addition, these volumes do not have to be read in any particular order, nor is it necessary to read all of them. They are standalone novels/novellas.



Perspectives Series: Jess – Part One is best described as very mild, amateur, BDSM. It is the story of how a young couple experiments with power exchange, and mild bondage to discover themselves, and develop a once-in-a-lifetime relationship. It is a love story.



Warning: Bondage, D/s play, anal, exhibitionism, swapping, brief F/F.



As always, I hope you enjoy these tales. Feel free to comment, and/or send feedback. And, thanks for all your support!




PART ONE



Prologue



“My name is Jessica. Most people call me Jessie.”



“Jessie, it’s nice to meet you.”



“I’m a little nervous; I’ve never done this before. I’m not even sure why I’m here or what I want to get out of this. What…er, or where do we start?”



“Why don’t you just start with what brought you here.”



“Um, hmmmm, what brought me here? I know this sounds crazy, but I’m not sure. I mean, I didn’t mean I’m crazy. You know, crazy like different.”



“I understand what you mean. Just take a deep breath, sit back, and relax. Would you like some tea? I’m going to have some.”



“That sounds good, actually.”



“Are you from around here, Jessie?”



“No, I’m originally from the Dallas area. I moved here about 5 years ago.”



“Really? Where about in Dallas?”



“Oh, I lived all over the place. I lived in Carrollton, off Greenville Avenue, and then on Skillman for awhile. I lived with a girlfriend out in Scurry for about 4 months. That was way out in the country. Then I moved to Mesquite for about a year or so. I last lived in the Flower Mound/Lewisville area. So, all over, really.”



“My college roommate lives in Plano and my brother lives in Cleburne, outside of Fort Worth.”



“I’ve been through Cleburne. Nice town. Have you been there?”



“No, I haven’t. Our family functions are usually at our parent’s house.”



“Well, I assume you’ve been to Plano, then…right?”



“Oh, yeah. Right after college I visited Tina a lot. I considered moving there.”



“Why didn’t you?”



“I don’t know. I met someone here that I really liked, and decided to get married and stay.”



“That’s nice…”



“You look sad. Have you recently become separated from a loved one?”



“Yeah. Separated…really separated…miles apart, in fact. This isn’t going to be easy for me to talk about. I’ve been having a hard time getting through the days without crying. Last Saturday I didn’t even get out of bed. That’s why I called your office on Monday. I think I may be depressed.”



“Have you ever felt this way before?”



“No. Never, in fact.”



“So, you haven’t seen any other doctors for depression?”



“No.”



“Are you presently taking any medications — either for depression or for any other reason?”



“I’m on birth control, but that’s it.”



“Any illicit drug use?”



“No. Not since High School, anyway.”



“Is your fear of depression why you called this office?”



“Yes, mostly.”



“Before we get too far along, I want to be sure you understand my focus. What I’m getting at is, there are dozens of therapists in town that work with depression, specifically. Although I can certainly work with you and refer you if necessary, my specialty is sex therapy. It’s perfectly fine either way; I just want to be sure we are clear as to what I do, so there aren’t any misunderstandings. Are there other reasons for your wanting to talk to me?”



“Um…I, uh…yes.”



“OK. There’s no rush to jump to it. You’d be surprised how many people set up appointments and then freak out when they find out that they aren’t talking to a Psychiatrist who can prescribe Prozac.”



“Oh, no…I don’t want to be on Prozac if I can help it.”



“OK, well, back to depression…When you’re lying in bed, how far down do your thoughts go? For example, do you think you’ll find someone else? Do you blame yourself? Do you think about ending your own life? Where do your thoughts generally go when you are having your worst day?”



“I blame myself for a lot of things. I don’t know…like that there is something wrong with me. I have some problems. I don’t ever think of committing suicide or anything like that, but I really can’t see myself with anyone else the rest of my life. These thoughts make me the saddest.”



“Those thoughts would make most people sad. You’re a young, attractive woman. What makes you think you won’t find another partner?”



“I’ve sort of learned some things about myself that I don’t understand, and I’m trying to get a grip on that. I also have some control issues, I think. And that makes it difficult for me to find the right guy.”



“What kind of issues?”



“Well, I have absolutely NO desire to control other people and the absolute need to control everything about me. So, if you do something that affects my environment, it will bother me. I’m so extreme about it, and this is what is affecting me. On the other hand, I fantasize about giving over that control to someone else, and when I have in the past, the experience is life-changing. It’s sort of this dichotomy. I don’t know how to allow myself to give up this one need in order to achieve what I know is a better thing for me.”



“I’m not following you.”



“It’s hard to explain because I don’t understand it, myself. So…I’ve never been married and I’ve had a lot of relationships. They all start out great, you know. Awkward first date, second and third go better. The sex is good at first because it’s new, and you are totally anticipating it before it happens. But then it becomes stale real fast. Not just the sex, but the whole thing. Something goes very wrong for me, even though there is no one thing I can point to that is bad. You know what I mean? He’s a perfect gentleman, he says and does all the right things but something is missing. He doesn’t challenge me in any way. He doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all. I can go through this ritual with my eyes closed. Until recently, I thought every relationship was going to be this way.



“I think now that I was really looking for someone to take charge, and no one was willing to. At least not anyone I was dating. It’s so easy to look right past the things that are most important and focus on the things that don’t really matter. I used to think that stability, honesty, loyalty and stuff like that were important when really it was something more primal. Now I think we can boil this whole thing down to something way simpler. And it’s funny; I can totally spot other submissives when I see them. It’s not one thing, or a combination of specific behaviors, but more of a total look about them. But every one I have met is suppressing their tendency and it makes me sad.



“I don’t know if I am sadder for them or for me. They have no idea what type of life is possible. I know. I guess what I’m getting at is that I need help trying to give up control. Do you think you can help me with that?”



“I’m not sure. Control is tricky. It’s an illusion, really.”



“Control is tricky, yeah, so I’ve heard.”



“Maybe this isn’t about control at all. You’ve given me a lot to digest. I want to key in on the label you’ve tagged yourself with, submissive in relation to control. You seem to relate the two concepts.”



“Yeah…”



“In these fantasies you’re referring to — what control is taken from you in them? Is it your ability to move, speak, see, make decisions…help me understand what you don’t control?”



“Ummm, well…decisions, I guess. I am not able to decide what happens to me next. Usually what I want to happen, happens; but I have to wait for it. Most of the time, it’s that teasing that really sends me into a frenzy.”



“So these are mostly sexual fantasies?”



“Starting out, they are, but then they evolve into an entire lifestyle.”



“I want to explore that more later…let’s get back to control. In your fantasy, the end result is the same…you get what you want, right?”



“Well, yeah. It’s my fantasy, so in the end, I get what I want.”



“And you have no role in that, whatsoever?”



“No, well, yes…I guess so. What do you mean?”



“Aren’t you at least somewhat responsible for manipulating the situation so that the end result is pleasing to you?”



“Yes.”



“So, in effect, you are actually controlling what happens to you, right? I mean, you probably very meticulously choose the characters in your fantasy…maybe faceless strangers, or someone you’ve seen in a magazine, and they do to you exactly what you want them to, while you maintain the illusion of having no control.”



“This line of reasoning is great when we talk about fantasies, but what about real life?”



“Living out fantasies, you mean?”



“What if I were to tell you that I’ve lived this life, and it was better than any fantasy I had ever had?”



“I would say: Good for you, then what’s the problem?”



“He’s gone. And now I don’t know how to get that feeling back, how to allow myself to be challenged again.”



“Maybe you should tell me more about him. What is his name, for starters?”



“Simon. His name is Simon.”



Chapter One



I first met Simon at a grocery store of all places. It was a very unlikely place to start for us. I stand barely over 5 feet tall, and I couldn’t reach the artichoke hearts on the top shelf. This brand was apparently popular this particular week, and there were only a few left on the back of the shelf. It’s one of the few times that being vertically-challenged will bother me. My back was to him as he reached over me and grabbed the jar I was trying so laboriously to reach.



He was a tall man, obviously; around 6 feet tall, with dirty blonde, wavy hair. He was athletically built and attractive, but not the sort you would find on the cover of a magazine. His most striking feature was his grayish-colored eyes. They weren’t quite blue, but not hazel, either. They had a kindness about them.



I think I spoke first, feeling a little sheepish, and then thankful that he was there to rescue me. I stammered something barely audible, and tried to be a little amusing. I don’t remember exactly what I said, probably something like, I was afraid my arm was going to stretch longer than the other one. It was a silly thing to say, but I was instantly attracted to this stranger, and so I was instantly nervous.



A tiny smirk curled the corners of his mouth in response to my attempt at humor. He held the artichokes in his hand, rolling the jar in his palm, not surrendering them immediately.



“What are you willing to give me for this item?”



The question was simple, I suppose, but shockingly flirtatious in a way, so I played along.



“My immediate answer is $1.89. I didn’t come prepared to negotiate.”



To this, he laughed out loud and placed the jar in my shopping cart. As quickly as he walked up, he strolled away. I stood there for a moment, not sure how to interpret this exchange. I’m pretty analytical so I could spend hours just mulling over a simple exchange like this one.



I thought that would be the last of my chance encounter with this stranger, but in the checkout line, he showed up again, standing behind me. Without a word, he reached into my cart, and pulled out a can of black olives. He quickly disappeared down to aisle 4 and returned with a different brand, placing it back into my cart.



“This one is better. Try it.”



“Thanks. I will.”



“I want to see you again, so I need your phone number.”



I didn’t even notice that he didn’t ask, he just matter-of-fact told me. Without much hesitation, I blurted it out.



That was pretty out-of-character for me, because I don’t usually accept dates with men I don’t know. There’s just too much to risk. Most of the time, I meet guys through mutual friendships. That time was different; something strange was beginning to come over me. I didn’t know what it was at the time. I do now.



“My name is Simon, by the way. It is nice meeting you. I will call you tomorrow.”



Chapter 2



I didn’t think he would call. These things may happen to extremely attractive women, but they never happen to me. And especially not on a Tuesday at the grocery store.



I couldn’t stop thinking about our exchange. How strange was it, that I just gave him my phone number like that? What is it about him that affected me right away?



In my mind, he went from being mildly attractive to the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. I couldn’t begin to understand what had happened. I finally gave up on the mental twenty-questions I was playing with myself because he wasn’t going to call, anyway.



He did call, nonetheless…on Wednesday just as he said he would. Our conversation was longer that time, but not terribly personal. I found out he was a Structural Engineer at a Design/Build firm in mid-town. I had no idea what he actually did, but I suspected he gave me the information so I could check it out for accuracy, and so I did. That gave me some comfort that I wasn’t going out with some unemployed serial killer.



We made plans for dinner on Friday. Rather than meeting at the restaurant, he insisted on coming by my apartment and picking me up. That isn’t a usual practice for me. I preferred to play it safe and drive my own vehicle. His voice, or the way he assumed control, just gave me the courage to waylay my fears. In fact, he never even mentioned where we were going. I was going on a lot of faith.



He arrived promptly at 7. He didn’t come inside, but waited on the landing for me. After I locked the door, he reached past me and checked it to make sure it was closed all the way. I remember thinking that was such a caring gesture. Without hesitation, he wrapped both arms around me, gave me a kiss on the left cheek and a huge, lingering hug. It was one of those very comforting hugs you receive from old friends. It made me feel instantly at ease. Then he escorted me to his Volvo S40 by placing his hand on the small of my back and opening the car door for me.



Once inside, he checked my seatbelt. Not by asking me if it was on, but by sliding his hand toward my hip and pulling gently on the straps near the buckle.



All of his attentiveness was beginning to act like a drug on me. I couldn’t recall the last time someone actually spent that much time focusing on me. In fact, I’m not sure any man ever has.



The conversation in the car was of nothing about work or anything trivial. He began by talking about a local event of recent media attention, delving into it with an understanding that I couldn’t fathom. His observations of the morning news accounts were positively insightful. I felt inadequate as a conversationalist, and this was an area that I liked to pride myself in.



I wasn’t just becoming aware of my own inadequacies; I was also beginning to realize that this was no ordinary man. Most men wouldn’t notice if you changed your hair color to purple, but Simon paid attention.



At every turn in the road, I could feel myself searching both sides of the street trying to guess which place we might be going to. I know he noticed it, in fact, I think he noticed everything. He began to grin every time he turned, and I wondered if he wasn’t going the long way around just to keep me guessing. He never told me where we were going and I never asked.



We arrived at a place I’d never been before. It was called Bluestem. I had never heard of it. The choices were limited and a bit confusing to me. After examining the menu for some time, Simon leaned toward me.



“I suggest the Striploin. It is exceptional.”



I agreed to his suggestion and with that, he relieved me of my menu. He ordered for both of us, choosing an appetizer, a salad, and a delightful Cabernet that was perfect. That three course meal plus dessert was going to take us hours to complete. I wasn’t expecting that type of commitment on the first date. This was very risky for him to commit to so much time on a first outing, I thought.



I’ve dated a few times, or maybe a few hundred times, but who’s counting, and so I am quite skilled at steering the conversation on the first date to all about him. It has been my experience that the more men talk about themselves, the better my chances for a second date. And I so wanted a second date with Simon.



But he was mastering this conversation, and it was about me: my work, my habits, my friends, family, pets, interests. It was exhausting, and by the end of the night, I knew almost nothing about him. How did that happen? I wondered.



He walked me up to my door and swiftly kissed me on the cheek. There wasn’t any nervous waiting to negotiate the good-night terms, as I put it. Simple and quick. He waited while I unlocked my door, and insisted on waiting there until I had completed a full safety check of my apartment.



His last words to me were, “I will call you tomorrow morning.”



Chapter 3



Tomorrow came, and he called at 10:30am. I thought that was pretty early after a first date, but I wasn’t complaining. It was Saturday, and he confessed that he already had plans to go to a party at a friend’s house. I thought that would be the end of it, but then he said the most surprising thing.



“I’ll pick you up at 8. This will be an excellent chance for you to meet some of my friends.”



I was dying at the chance to find out more about this mystery gem I had stumbled on. I was sure to uncover some deep, dark secret that would ruin it for me, but it was better to find out then than later.



I’m not sure where the rest of the day went. It was a blur. I labored over what to wear and finally settled on a wrap-around blouse and skirt. I had to go out and buy the skirt. I barely ate anything all day. I was practically in a trance at the nail salon that I popped-in unexpectedly.



Simon was prompt in arrival again, and the same ritual was followed as the night before. The charm was still working for me, and I had to admit I was really starting to like the guy.



The party was a fair size by most standards. There were probably fifty people there, mingling about the living area of a very beautiful home in fashionable Mission Hills. There was a vast age range, of around 25 to 55. Mostly upper-middle class business people and artistic-types, mixed with an occasional workout junkie. Lots of couples, or dating singles, I wasn’t sure.

Simon introduced me to several people, and when I was comfortably talking with a couple of ladies, he excused himself to join a group of guys across the room. I noticed him watching me dutifully through the crowd and it made me feel very secure.



The ladies, however, had very little information. I pumped them for tidbits about Simon; who he dates, what he’s like. They told me that he is a monogamous dater, meaning he only dates one woman at a time. That seemed promising. Other than that, the details were very vague. They said neither he, nor his previous dates, discussed their relationship openly, and so they had very little idea of why he hasn’t settled down or what kind of lover he might be. I sensed that one of the girls, Teresa, was holding something back, but I couldn’t be sure. Her manner was aloof, in general, so it was difficult to tell.



My disappointment in the lack of information must have shown because Simon was by my side again. This time he escorted me across the room where we could talk privately. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.



“So what have you learned about me so far?”



I giggled a little nervously from embarrassment, and just as I was about to open my mouth to say something, he pressed his lips to mine in what would be the deepest, most passionate kiss. His tongue was probing inside my mouth boldly and intrusively. His left arm supported my back while his right hand rested on my neck, holding my face to his. My knees literally failed me, and the sensation throughout my entire body was electrifying. I completely forgot there was a party going on around us. This was the kind of kiss one expects during extremely passionate lovemaking. It wasn’t the usual kiss.



He pulled away slowly, remaining a few inches from my face and gazed into my eyes for what seemed like a very long time. He didn’t say a word; he just looked into my eyes. I could feel my breath quicken. If he would have stared one minute more, I don’t know what I would’ve done. The lack of food, the wine, and the kiss, were a little more than I had bargained for, and I thought I might just faint right then and there.



But just then, he stopped and sat me down on the loveseat behind us. He placed his arm around me and settled me into that comfortable spot in the crook of his arm.



“I guess I should start by telling you more about myself.”



He talked very freely about his past relationships, his friends, family and interests. I listened intently, waiting to uncover some big secret, or inconsistency in his story, or some personality flaw. His most recent girlfriend was Sarah. It sounded like they just weren’t a good match — no big drama or anything. If he held anything back, it wasn’t obvious. He had such an open way about him that it would be difficult not to trust him. I was relieved that there weren’t any big skeletons in his closet. Oddly, I found myself wanting to please him.



Chapter 4



Just as on previous dates, Simon walked me to the door and waited until he knew I was safe. He kissed me again, this time on the lips, but I was disappointed that it was not the same deep kiss as back at the party. I was so aroused after he left, and my first impulse was to go get my vibrator, but something stopped me. The anticipation, while almost painful, was also very exciting, and I wanted to hold onto it for him. I hoped he wouldn’t wait long.



Sunday morning he called again, right at 10:30am and told me he would pick me up around noon. He instructed me to wear a casual dress. Where are we going?



At first I thought it was presumptuous of him to think I had nothing going on, but I didn’t want to argue, and besides, if I would’ve had plans, I would have canceled them. As I was getting ready for our date, I could feel my labia swelling and I wondered if he would notice my attentive nipples. He seemed to notice everything. I was already imagining what it would feel like for him to be inside me and I hadn’t known him a week, yet. But I couldn’t even think about it for very long without becoming so aroused I could hardly walk. I have to try and put that out of my mind for now.



I put on one of my favorite sundresses, coupled with a light sweater. The dress is a very flattering design with a floral print, and I’ve always thought it made me look especially feminine. I’ve been sort of a tomboy my whole life and have always preferred a comfortable pair of blue jeans and tee shirt, to dresses. But this guy made me feel very much like a girl, and so dressing up on this occasion felt more like my pleasure to do so, than fulfilling a request.



He took me to the Botanical Gardens where we spread a blanket and ate a light picnic lunch — mostly fruit. It wasn’t anything very fancy, but the thoughtfulness and romantic nature of it was working on me. I had a hard time hiding the fact that I was aroused, and I’m sure he noticed. Our conversations were becoming easier and less rehearsed, as they sometimes feel on dates. We had a lot in common in our thoughts and views, and I could really feel us becoming friends.



The day was beautiful and warm, and many people were about, strolling the grounds, anxious to be out of doors after the long winter. The nearest walkway was about 20 yards away from our blanket. This sidewalk connected the main house and restaurant with a nice walkway through the blooming azaleas. Most people didn’t give us much notice. There were other picnickers, and so many more interesting things to look at in the gardens surrounding the lawns.



It seemed that we had a lot more in common than we knew. We discovered that we both had lived in Dallas. We didn’t know any of the same people, but we could relate to late nights and early mornings in Deep Ellum, favorite restaurants along lower Greenville Avenue and of course, Campisi’s. We share a love for Texans that you can only have if you’ve lived there. I found myself talking about my desire to move back there and raise a family, before I even realized what implications that might have on our relationship. He didn’t react much to my confession, but I sensed that he shared the same vision.



Our conversation broke long enough for us to breathe deeply the aroma, and feel the sun on our faces. I remember letting my head tilt back to face the sun with my eyes closed, and then without provocation or warning, I felt a touch on my breast. It startled me a bit and made me feel a little uncomfortable. After all, we were in public. I was propped on my elbows so my immediate reaction of brushing it away was not possible. I looked quickly around to the passers-by but no one seemed to notice. His hand lingered there as my eyes shot toward his. He caressed for just another moment while looking directly at me and then he withdrew his hand. My nipples were now very noticeably at attention. I thought I would feel embarrassed, but instead I was more aroused than ever. True, it made me feel uncomfortable, but that was somehow fueling my arousal.



We left shortly after that. On the way home, he produced a gift from the backseat of the car. I hadn’t noticed it there before. It was a plain box in a department store bag. He asked me to open it later.



I was again disappointed to receive the standard kiss on the lips on my doorstep. I knew there was a lot more passion there and so I couldn’t imagine why he was holding back. The suspense was positively sublime. Once again, I decided to harness that energy I felt inside rather than giving in. It was a little easier with my diversion — a present. I eagerly opened it to find a simple white blouse. It’s the kind of wardrobe staple every woman should have. I couldn’t imagine the significance.



Simon called me at work the next day. I was relieved. The work day was heading from bad to worse, and I desperately needed a diversion. I swear he could hear it in my voice. We seemed to have that kind of connection. His words were very reassuring, he told me not to worry; that I wouldn’t have to make a single decision after work. There was just something so calming about his words.



He instructed me to put on that new blouse he bought for me along with the skirt I wore on our first date. I had to think about it for a moment; I barely remembered what I wore. It was a blue skirt that came just above my knee. Nothing very fancy, I thought. He had one last instruction…I wasn’t allowed to wear any undergarments: no bra, no camisole, no panties or hosiery. I think I held my breath as I agreed to do so over the phone. This is going to be the night, I can feel it. It wouldn’t be a moment too soon, either. I didn’t know how much more delicious suspense I could take.



I raced home after work and put on the clothes he requested. The material in the blouse was sheerer than I had planned and it was possible in brighter light to see my areolas through the blouse. I wanted to disobey his wishes and go put something on underneath, but I was afraid the evening wouldn’t turn out as I had planned. If I don’t get laid soon, I might start slaying small animals in the street — I swear. I felt that sexually tense.



I obeyed his wishes and wore exactly what he told me to wear, while I secretly wished for a dark restaurant.



This time upon arrival, Simon entered my apartment. His smile lit up his entire face as he told me how beautiful I looked, and how sexy. He leaned in and very sensuously kissed me. His probing tongue was almost more than I could handle, and the throbbing between my thighs was painful. He quickly retreated though and told me that we had to hurry because we had reservations. Reservations?! That meant one immutable truth — a crowd! My nervousness managed to grow as he expertly maneuvered the vehicle through traffic, toward God knows where. Please, please, please let it be a dark restaurant.



I would not get my wish. The Oak Room was a very lively, bright restaurant. We were seated at a booth, but rather than sitting next to me, as he had done on our previous dine-out occasion, he sat across from me. I suspect it was to get a better view of my erect nipples through that sheer white blouse. He quickly ordered wine for both of us and the warm liquid had a welcome, relaxing affect on me. He also ordered my food for me without asking. This was becoming a ritual that I enjoyed — no decisions after a long day of endless decisions at work.



We were just having our normal conversation before our food arrived, until he leaned forward and lowered his voice.



“You really look beautiful tonight. Unfasten another button for me, won’t you?”



Now I just knew he could tell this was making me uncomfortable, and he could also see, quite obviously through the blouse, that it was exciting me. I unbuttoned as he wished. This forced me to sit back. The gap in the opening would surely render my breasts completely exposed if I slumped even slightly forward, so in order to maintain my last bit of dignity, I pressed my shoulders to the back of the seat. He was pleased at my new posture and never stopped smiling throughout the rest of dinner. Every time someone took a second glance, I noticed immediately and my self-conscious response seemed to make Simon’s smile widen.



Back at home, Simon entered my apartment and performed the security inspection, himself. We had purchased a bottle of wine on the way home, and I was in the kitchen opening it when he had finished his inspection. He stood close behind me and began massaging my neck and shoulders. He was extremely skilled at it, and I thought I must remember to ask him where he learned to massage so well. But not now…I don’t want to ruin the mood.



His hands ran down my arms and the movement pulled apart the blouse enough to expose my breasts. He slid his hands forward and finished unbuttoning the blouse as he continued pressing his body against my back. The blouse fell off my shoulders but remained wedged between our bodies, hanging on only by the sleeves.



He continued massaging my neck, my shoulders, arms and back. I realized that there were open curtains in front of me, and I sensed that increased the pleasure for him. My apartment was on the second floor and I didn’t know any of my neighbors, but the mental picture of how this would look from a voyeur’s standpoint was intriguing to me. I was quickly reminded that I wasn’t wearing panties by the wetness beginning to run down my thighs. Oh, God! Could I be that wet?



His hands found their way to my hard nipples and he alternated from caressing to tweaking them. My breathing was shallow and bated. I started to tremble and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was nervous or about to cum. I wanted him so badly I could cry. He ran his hand over mine and had to pry it off the edge of the counter. As he rubbed my knuckles with his thumb, he led my hand to the glass of wine in front of me. I had a hard time swallowing that sip of wine. My throat was so constricted and dry. The break helped me to gain some composure and he started talking. This time it was like before — it was about ordinary stuff: the events of the day, his friend’s new house, new tires for the S40. He turned me to face him and then he leaned back against the refrigerator a couple of feet away. I forgot that my blouse was still hanging on by the cuffs, and that I was completely exposed from the waist, up. It was the most natural thing in the world, but not sexual at all. This is heading in the wrong direction!



I tried to step closer to him, to press my naked upper body against him, but he patiently guided me back to the counter. He was neither pushing me away, nor was he pulling me near. I was so confused.



The last thing he said to me before exiting was very memorable, though.



“Thank you for your patience. I need you to hold on for just one more day, can you do that for me?”



He took my face into his hands and looked into my eyes. I knew exactly what he meant. Shit!



Chapter 5



Exactly as requested, I behaved myself and did not relieve the pressure building up inside of me. The tenseness caused me to snap at two of the Account Reps in the office for being complete idiots. I couldn’t begin to explain my emotional roller coaster.



Simon called to let me know that he would be bringing dinner over with him. I was delighted to hear we would be dining-in because I had been having improper thoughts about him all day. On the other hand, this is really going to be the night, isn’t it? Suddenly I felt very light-headed.



He arrived early, around 6:45pm with Thai takeout. The butterflies in my stomach prevented me from eating very much. After he finished his plate, he leaned forward and kissed me gently, but expertly. His kisses were perfect — gentle but commanding in a way that made me weak. As he was gathering the empty containers and plates, he asked me to go into my bedroom and wait for him. More accurately, he instructed me to do so.



I sat down on my bed and my mind started racing. Should I undress or stay dressed, turn off the lamp, keep it on, lie down, sit up? I wanted to get it right but I was so nervous or anxious…or something. He appeared in the doorway a moment later.



“I was hoping you hadn’t started undressing without me.”



Whew!



“I want you to slowly take off your clothing.”



I immediately felt uncomfortable and vulnerable, but I never once considered not complying. In fact, I was getting even more aroused by his tone.



When I leaned down to remove my shoes, he disappeared for a moment into my closet. He produced a scarf that had been hanging on a belt rack. Simon never took his eyes off of me while I undressed.



Soon I was completely naked and feeling a little unsure of myself, sitting on the edge of my bed. He walked up to me, parting my knees with his legs and cupped my face in his hands. Ever so gently, he began kissing my lips, each cheek, my eyelids, and forehead. He then moved to my earlobes and neck. My eyes closed and I relaxed back onto the bed. I had anticipated and fantasized about being with him, it felt like I was dreaming.



Every inch of my skin was super-sensitive to his touch. I was starting to tremble slightly with anticipation. I know that if I purposefully tried to breathe that shallow again, there is no way I could stay conscious; there were times when I think I stopped breathing, entirely.



Simon lifted my arms above my head and ran his hands up my arms toward my wrists. He gently caressed my hands and wrists and then slipped one end of the scarf over my left hand first and then my right. In moments, my upper limbs were bound together. He moved me fully onto the bed so my legs were no longer dangling off the side, and then he stepped back for a moment as if to contemplate his work of art.



He leaned in and gently pressed his hands on my inner thighs until my legs parted. Running his hands down toward my knees, he pulled my thighs even farther apart and upward so that my knees were bent. I was now completely exposed and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was very pleased.



Again, he stepped back to admire the view.



“You have never looked so beautiful, Jess. You really are stunning! Don’t move.”



He reached into his pocket and produced his cell phone. He drew it closer to my sex and I finally realized what he was going to do. He was taking a picture of me: a close-up of my wet, exposed flesh.



I’ve never allowed anyone to take photographs of me naked and I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t speak. In fact, I could hardly breathe. The anticipation of this moment had brought me so close to orgasm. I just knew the next time he touched me, it would all be over for me.



He pocketed the cell phone and leaned down until I could feel his warm breath caressing my gaping slit. His tongue was like an electric shock when it finally touched me. First, he slowly circled my swollen clit and then he brushed by it, playfully. One moment his tongue was soft and warm, and the next, it was hard and forceful. Those beautiful gray eyes looked into mine while he continued to work my clit with his tongue and lips. At last, he wrapped his lips completely around it and I could feel the sensation rushing through my body, down my spine and right out between my legs. My back arched and then my entire body began to spasm. It was the most powerful orgasm of my life.



He rolled me onto my side, rubbing my back and caressing my thighs and buttocks. It was only then that I noticed that he was still completely dressed. I sat up, and with my bound wrists, I began to unbuckle his belt. He grabbed my hands and laid me back onto the bed, wrists overhead. I couldn’t help it, I began pleading.



“Please, PLEASE…I’ll do anything you ask.”



“Anything?” He asked.



“Oh, I swear…ANYTHING!”



I couldn’t believe this was coming from my mouth. For a moment it was like I was outside my body looking back at a figure I didn’t recognize. It sounded somewhat like my voice, but these words weren’t ones I had used ever in my life.



He froze and looked into my eyes. With a very earnest expression, he stared at me for what seemed like a lifetime. The piercing intensity of his gaze made me tremble, and I knew he considered what I said very seriously.



His whisper cut through the silence like a razor.



“We’ll see about that.”



Chapter 6



I was disappointed when Simon told me that he had a client dinner Wednesday evening and wouldn’t be able to see me. He had left me in such a vulnerable state the night before. His last words before climbing out of bed sent chills down my spine.



For the first time I began to think about where the relationship was going. I mean, this wasn’t the usual dating situation for me, and I was just starting to realize I wasn’t in control….at all. I couldn’t imagine what was next. The thoughts that raced through my mind scared the hell out of me one second, and then in the next, they aroused me. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so alive.

Colors seemed more brilliant, my lunchtime deli sandwich that I’d been ordering for the past two years somehow tasted better. Everyone in the office was friendlier. I had a whole different perspective about everything. It felt like someone just gave me 20/20 vision after being near-sighted for a very long time.



My apartment felt very empty that evening and I was lonely — not just alone, but really lonely. I didn’t know what to do with myself and so I spent a long time just sitting and staring at the television thinking about Simon.



During commercials I would shut my eyes to more clearly conjure up an image of his face. I could feel his stare stripping me down until I felt completely exposed to him. In this most vulnerable state, was where I kept daring myself to go. It was as close to addiction as I’d ever been. So absolutely consumed by the thought of surrendering to him, I could think of little else.



When my phone rang late Wednesday night, I jumped up to get it. I was hungry for his voice and I longed to see him. I could tell from his tone that he was exhausted.



“Hello.”



~Hey, sweetie, how are you?



“I’m OK. How are you?”



~It was a long day for me. Did you miss me?



“More than I can express.” I had to confess.



~I’ve missed you, too. Tomorrow I have to work late, but I’ll be over around 9 to tuck you into bed.



“Uh, OK.”



~Do you have other plans?



“NO, not at all. Tomorrow night will be perfect.”



~OK. I’ll see you then.



It wasn’t perfect. It was a disaster, but I was afraid he was going to change his mind if I complained about it. After all, it isn’t like he can just change his whole work life just so he can spend all his time with me.



My mind kept wandering at work; I couldn’t think of anything except him all day long. Nine O’clock couldn’t come quick enough for me.



The wait was worth the greeting. He let himself in the front door, ran up to me and picked me up into his arms. We kissed, and hugged, and laughed, and talked. Like old friends getting together for the first time in years. Could that much have happened in one day? I was giddy with excitement, and all the crazy fears I had in my head were gone. What is a normal relationship anyway?



Simon left that night with nothing more than a long, goodnight kiss at the door. The sexual break was good for me because it gave me some evidence of what I wanted to believe: this wasn’t just a casual fling.



The weekend was approaching and that meant no work, no distractions, nothing but Simon. How I longed to be lost in his world.



Chapter 7



Thank God it’s Friday. My cell phone alerted me to a text message. It was from Simon. He didn’t usually text me but I was excited nonetheless to hear from him. The text read: White blouse, short skirt of your choice, heels, and nothing else. 7 pm.



Game on. I could feel the dull throbbing between my thighs again. His instructions had such an effect on me. Just then, unexpectedly, my phone rang.



“I was just thinking about you”, I teased.



~I’m looking at a picture of you right now.



I’d almost forgotten about the picture — he only had one of me. I felt my cheeks begin to flush as I pictured him staring at my pussy on his laptop in his office. Full-blown, blushing red and wet, right there on a flat screen in corporate mid-town. I could picture his piercing eyes and the growing hard-on in his pants.



~I can’t wait to see you tonight, baby. Don’t forget.



Long after I hung up the phone I could still hear his husky voice. I don’t know where the next two hours went, but at around 3, I just gave up and went home. I couldn’t stand the agony in the office. At least at home I could pace back and forth, clean the house, and run laps around the coffee table — something to relieve the tension. In my office I just felt like a caged animal.



At 7pm, Simon walked in. He looked particularly handsome in a navy blue button-down and blue jeans. His kiss was passionate, and it was obvious that he missed me during the day as much as I missed him. His hand immediately slipped into my blouse and cupped my breast. I gasped. Not so much because it was shocking or unexpected, but because it was just so familiar and felt so right…and because I nearly came.



We went back to Bluestem for dinner. It felt good to go somewhere both familiar and particularly ours. This was, after all, the site of our first date, and exactly one week later. It seemed odd to me that it had only been one week. It felt like a month, or a year.



I was strangely comfortable wearing my white blouse with no bra. I didn’t think much about it, even when I took notice of the stares. Simon sat close beside me and ordered the same food lineup for both of us as before. He never seemed to take his eyes off me and when he slipped his hand into my blouse at the table, I didn’t seem to notice at first. Our waiter, Jim returned with our wine and coughed nervously when Simon failed to remove his hand from my blouse, and continued to caress me in front of him. I couldn’t make eye contact with Jim, I was just too embarrassed. I tried to cover Simon’s hand with my arm but this made Simon even more determined. His hand was in plain sight of anyone passing by. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. I felt hot all over.



Simon withdrew his hand from my blouse. As quickly as it began, it was over. Our food soon arrived and we continued normally, except that I felt a sense of urgency. The embarrassment really intensified my arousal, and I couldn’t eat my meal fast enough.



Just before entering the apartment, I felt almost panicked. Should I try to undress him again? Should I undress myself? My head was spinning.



“Just relax, baby. I’ll take care of everything.”



I couldn’t imagine how he could tell what I was feeling. Or maybe he just got lucky. Either way, his soothing words were instantly comforting and I could feel myself relax at the thought of him taking charge.



Simon sat down on the sofa and smiled a little wicked grin.



“What?” I asked.



“I want you to do something for me.”



“Well, you’ve never been shy before…out with it…what do you want?” I asked playfully.



“I want you to dance for me.”



“Dance? Are you kidding me?”



He stopped smiling. “No.”



“Okay.”



I could feel myself get tense. Clearly I didn’t understand the request because I wasn’t dancing there long before he said, “Strip off your clothes.”



I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling. I think the nervousness was getting the better of me. He wasn’t amused and when all my clothes were lying on the floor, he pulled me onto his lap and began vigorously massaging my breasts. Simon had never been even the least bit aggressive with me, and it started to make me feel uncomfortable.



“Unbutton my jeans…Now pull out my cock.”



This was the first time I’d actually seen him exposed. It was nice. Not too huge, not too small. It was more slender and long than bulky and wide. And it was hard, and erect. He watched me examine it with my eyes. He then placed his hand on my neck like he had several times before when he kissed me, but this time he directed my face to his lap. I began licking and kissing his head but that wasn’t what he wanted. He held his hard dick with one hand toward my mouth, and grabbed my hair with his other hand. He then more forcefully applied pressure, until his cock was sinking deep into my mouth, and down my throat. I found it difficult not to gag.



He pulled me back away by my hair and tilted my face upward until we were looking directly at one another. His stern gaze told me what I needed to know. Don’t question, and always take him seriously, or there will be consequences.



He released my hair and smiled. I read his suggestion and began sliding my hands up and down his hard shaft. I attacked the head of his cock with my mouth and tongue as if I was starving and this was the only food available. I was whipping myself into a frenzy of stroking and sucking; I hardly noticed when Simon laid his head back on the sofa and began to moan. His hips were moving with the motion, and it was obvious he was close to exploding.



He came partly in my mouth, and partly on my cheek and chin. I wore his cum proudly, as I felt completely victorious, and very near to orgasm, myself. I wiped my chin clean with my finger — scooping all the cum inside my mouth. I continued my housekeeping by licking every drop from the head of his penis, and sucking every remnant from my own fingers. Simon watched me intently as though inspecting my work, and this made me try even harder.



He assisted me onto my feet and caressed my knees lovingly, first with his hands and then with his kisses. I began to tremble with anticipation. He was so close to my extremely wet pussy. My scent must’ve been strong from where he was sitting and the wetness obvious as even my thighs were soaked. I wanted so much for him to please me again, and I couldn’t have been more obvious about it.



He gently placed his hands on my waist and stood up. He was still partly stiff but not hard like before. He moved his hands to my shoulders, rubbing them and caressing my neck. All the while, he was looking into my eyes in quiet deliberation. His hands began to apply pressure onto my shoulders, queuing me to kneel. I did so swiftly and obediently. He touched my inner thighs with his feet, and in doing so, I spread my knees as far apart as I could get them. Touching my upper arms with gentle pressure guided them to rest behind my back with my wrists crossing behind me. My head tilted back to look at him.



It was at this moment that it happened. I let all the stresses of the outside world go. Nothing mattered outside of that room, and there was no reason to be afraid or ashamed of anything, anymore. My mind was free of doubt and guilt; I can only describe the feeling as being intensely, utterly and unconditionally at peace. I was completely surrendering to him.



As he watched me in silence, he must’ve understood my transformation. His dick began to grow harder, and his breathing was heavy. His mouth must’ve gone dry as I could see him struggling to swallow while his chest heaved. I’d never seen him quite like that and the sight was almost more than I could bear. He became more intensely aroused as he gazed down at me in silence.



My mind cleared, and I didn’t wonder what was next or question or even hope. I just waited there. I only wanted to please him. To return this gift of completeness he had given me.



Simon lifted me to my feet and held me close to him. He stroked my hair for a moment, and gently kissed my forehead. This is just the beginning.



Chapter 8



Simon and I walked into the bedroom as though we were completing some ritualistic act. It felt a lot like we were walking down the aisle toward an altar with sincere reverence. Simon finished undressing and exhibited a half-smile when he noticed my scarf on top of my nightstand. It was a reminder to me of a very wonderful night in that very room. He snatched it up, and before he could say anything, I just instinctively placed my arms above my head. He tied me to the bed this time and ran his hands down to my chest. He first dragged every finger across my hard nipples, and then flicked them with his tongue: Back and forth, rotating between them.



He then sat back and began stroking his hard-on while he stared at my moist, hard nipples. He was engorged, and I wanted to take him into my mouth. I’m not usually that anxious to give head but something had changed in me and I wanted to just please him in whatever way he wanted. I feared that he might just finish the job himself and leave me there in agonizing pain but he didn’t.



He slid between my legs on the bed. The suspense was killing me, and I wanted to just move my hips to force him inside me, but the restraints stopped me. His wicked little grin gave him away. It was apparent that he was enjoying the teasing even more than I was.



“Please?” I whispered in a barely-audible, husky voice.



“I didn’t hear you”, he teased.



“Please?!”



He chuckled for a couple of moments. “Please what?”



I’m actually pretty comfortable using somewhat lewd language. Maybe it’s because I’d grown up and worked around men my entire life. My girlfriends would go as far as to call me vulgar. But it’s an entirely different story when the situation is intimate. I’d always had a little problem talking dirty in bed.



I squirmed a bit before answering.



“Please make love to me.”



His quizzical expression made me instantly realize that I had chosen the wrong words.



“Make love to you? Are you sure that’s what you want? I think you want something a bit different.”



I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.



“Fuck me.”



“You forgot to say the magic word.”



“I’m sorry. Please fuck me?”



“Are you sure?”



“Yes, yes, I’m sure. Please, pleasefuck me!”



In one swift motion, he slid inside me. It wasn’t difficult to do — I was incredibly wet and very ready to receive him. I gasped, and with his next thrust, began my journey to an orgasm. He only pumped a couple more times and I was there. He wasn’t finished, however, and continued to drive harder and faster. His eyes never left mine, and his constant stare made me feel very vulnerable. I didn’t think it would be possible, but I came a second time before he finally came.



My arms were aching from the overhead position but I didn’t care. I laid there breathing hard, spent and exhausted. Simon released me from the bed but left the scarf tied around my left wrist.



That was the first night that Simon slept over.



Waking up in the morning in his arms was heavenly, and I didn’t want to get out of bed. I secretly hoped he would tie me up and keep me here in his safe, secret world all day.



I wasn’t awake long when I realized that nature was calling — right on time as usual. I began to slip out of the sheets when his hand grabbed my wrist and squeezed it, holding me in place.



“Where are you going?”



“I’m just running to the bathroom, babe.”



His grip remained tight but he didn’t say anything, he just laid there with his eyes closed like he was asleep.



“May I please go to the bathroom?”



With that, he let go of my wrist.



At work, and in my personal life, I am the boss. I’ve always been a natural leader and my strong-willed, sharp business sense coupled with my quick wit has always rendered me in positions of influence. I make a thousand decisions daily, and direct the business that affects multi-million-dollar deals.



So, where is this coming from? How can it be acceptable for me to have to ask to use my own bathroom? It wasn’t only acceptable that he demanded that of me, I would have been disappointed if he hadn’t.



There were so many questions, and no answers. It was just too complicated to think about that early in the morning, on a Saturday.



When I returned, Simon was lying on his back, awake. I snuggled in next to him, under his arm, and began kissing his neck. He didn’t move and made no indication that this was pleasing to him. In fact, he seemed to not notice — he was deep in thought, staring at the ceiling. In past relationships, this is where I would turn on the female wiles and pout. I didn’t dare do that with Simon.



He finally rolled onto his side and looked me directly in the eyes. He just stared at me for a long time. At first, I feared he was upset about my oversight earlier. Surely he would give a rookie a break; this was all so new to me. But then I realized that wasn’t it at all. His stare had an amazing way of bringing me back to our special place — one not connected with reality for me.



He began stroking my face, and his gentleness sent a warmth through my body. I felt like I had the night before on the floor, completely at his mercy. He smiled and looking into my eyes, he gently whispered, “I know.”



I can’t describe the vulnerability I felt, the absolute intimacy we shared. I can only guess that’s why I said what I did.



“Do you know that I would do anything for you?”



With a quiet confidence, he answered simply, “Yes.”



My wish was going to come true. Simon once again tethered me to the bed. The excitement was beginning to build inside me, when he got up out of bed and went to the bathroom. I waited and listened. Several moments later, the shower started running.



Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Simon was dressed, wearing all of his clothes. He must’ve taken them in there with him without my noticing. I was confused and a little shocked. What is happening?



“I’ve got to run a couple of errands, but I’ll bring you breakfast first. Would you like a bagel?”



“Um…sure.”



He pecked me on the cheek and left the apartment swiftly. I was left stunned at what just happened. At first the silence was deafening, and then I started to relax and allow my senses to absorb the surroundings.



It’s amazing how much you hear when you are lying perfectly still. The wind outside was blowing gently; I could hear the glass of the window shake slightly as it gusted past. Barely audible was the sound of a television or a radio — I couldn’t tell which. The birds chirped outside, several different tunes, but I couldn’t identify the species. What is that squeaking noise? Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak…sounds like a ceiling fan, maybe. Must be from the downstairs apartment. Silence…squeak, squeak, squeak…silence, squeak, silence…what could that be? I pondered it for probably 5 minutes before I figured out that it must be a hamster or a gerbil on one of those wheels. Do gerbils still exist? How many years since I’ve seen a gerbil? Do the people downstairs really own a rodent? I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. Unfortunately, it sauntered right down Office Avenue. I was replaying in my mind a conference call I had on Friday when I was yanked back to my bedroom by the sound of a click at the front door. For a brief moment, I felt terrified. What if it isn’t Simon? I held my breath.



A moment later, Simon popped his head in the door to show me it was him and hold up a bag from the store. I released my breath. I could hear him in the kitchen. I wish I would’ve had a chance to clean better. I could hear him rifling through the drawers. I finally came to the conclusion that if that was going to be the one thing that humiliated me most that day, then that would be a real feat.



Simon assisted me in eating breakfast while tied-up. I assumed he would untie me and that would be the end of the game, but I was wrong. Dead wrong.



It was kind of fun and romantic eating bagels in bed together. Simon began to talk about how he needed to go to his house and get a few things, run by the store, and get the oil changed in the Volvo. I became aware that there was no we in his list of errands, only I. I started to feel a little panicky inside. I’ve never had a very good poker face, and so I know my widening eyes were a clear sign of my disapproval of this plan.



He read my face perfectly. With a very smug expression on his face, he leaned close to my ear and spoke.



“You said you would do anything for me.”



I held my breath for a moment. It’s true, I did say that but I meant anything, you-know, sexual. And I said it in the heat of passion and um…I don’t know… I was running out of excuses in my head. It didn’t matter, because he wasn’t looking for a response. He left before I could form the objection.



I looked at the bedside clock. It read 10:30.



I laid there and thought about work for awhile, and then I tried to figure out what was on the neighbor’s television. It was no use, the sound was too faint. I decided to play a game to occupy my mind: Name species of birds starting with “A” all the way to “Z”. Albatross, Bluebird, Canary, Dodo, Egret, Finch, Goldfinch…or is that the same as Finch? Um, OK…goose, hummingbird, I, what begins with I? I can’t think of anything. Oh, this is ridiculous.

The sounds of the birds were amusing for a little while, then they began to annoy me…and would that STUPID rodent please SHUT UP and GO TO SLEEP?! I became aware of the dull throbbing in my lower back. I don’t think you’re supposed to lie like this all day long. How long has it been…11:03….SHIT! Only 30 minutes.



I decided that I needed to do something about my back, so I rolled over onto my side. Ah, that feels much better.



I suddenly woke up when I nearly pulled a muscle trying to put my arm by my side. Roll over…clock…1:14pm. I started to whine to myself. Click-click…the door. His car must’ve been what woke me. I was giddy with excitement. I couldn’t wait to see him…Simon, Simon, Simon…please be Simon. Not only did I have to go to the bathroom, but I was thirsty, and aching, and I hated to admit it, but lonely without him.



He appeared in the doorway, smiling. My entire face lit up and I struggled to free myself. He laughed out loud and then jumped into bed playfully. He quickly untied me. I started to jump up to the restroom but quickly remembered to ask his permission first. He naturally allowed me to go, and I returned to a completely nude Simon on my bed.



“Oh, this is a nice surprise!” I gushed.



I stood there waiting for his instruction. I didn’t want to do anything wrong.



“Come here beside me and lay on the bed, face down.”



I obeyed. He began rubbing my back and upper arms and shoulders. I really needed the attention. My muscles didn’t like being tied up like that.



Occasionally, I could feel his semi-hard penis rubbing against my back and buttocks and I started to get turned-on. He produced some oil and continued massaging my back very slowly and deliberately. I could feel his dick growing harder, and I started to breathe heavier, as I always do when becoming aroused. His massages started going lower to my buttocks and upper thighs. He parted my legs and teased my pussy with his fingers to let me know that he could. I started to moan and thrust my hips a little into the sheets. I could feel the swelling begin, followed by the wetness.



Just to make sure, he ran his fingers down my buttocks and slid them into my pussy. They glided very easily in and out.



“Does that feel good?”



“Yes.” I whispered.



“Yes, what?”



I knew I had one chance to overcome my silly discomfort and get this right.



“Yes, your fingers feel good inside my pussy.”



“Mmmm, nice!”



I started bucking harder. I really wanted more, and I was hoping he would ask. He withdrew his fingers and I held my breath. I felt a cold sensation of liquid being poured onto my buttocks — more oil. He massaged both sides of my ass and then pulled my cheeks apart to expose my hole. I could feel the oil running down to the opening.



This has always been off limits. I had managed to remain a virgin back there and I really liked it that way. I lay very still, hoping he would move on. Instead, he began massaging the sensitive ring with his fingers. I instantly tensed-up, and I could feel my body start to break into a cold sweat. I didn’t know what to do, my breathing started to quicken, and my pulse was racing.



Simon rolled me onto my back. His cock was rock hard. It was obvious what it would take to please him, and this was his way of showing me what I needed to be prepared to do. What anything might mean. He was teaching me.



He entered my pussy swiftly and fucked me hard, thrusting faster and faster. He was so deep inside, I started to squeal. He pulled out and turned me onto my hands and knees and entered from behind. His intensity built and my entire body started to tremble, almost uncontrollably. He made a deep animal-like noise when he came, and withdrew almost immediately afterward. I hadn’t even caught my breath when he spoke.



“Go take a shower and get dressed, babe. I brought us some lunch and I’m sure you are ready to get out of here, aren’t you?”



I couldn’t even respond.



Chapter 9



The rest of that day was pretty normal, really. We ate lunch, ran to the grocery store, talked about dinner, the weather, the houses we passed, all kinds of random stuff like that. If you would have passed us on the street, you would have sworn that we were a married couple. I felt so at ease with him. I could tell him anything about me, say anything at all, and he would embrace it without judgment.



Before retiring to the safe haven of my apartment, we walked through the complex and down the street, around the block and back. It felt good to get out for awhile. Spring was just starting to settle in and I was so tired of winter. The weatherman was promising cooler weather for the rest of the week though, and so we thought we’d better get out while it was nice.



I liked the feeling of walking into the apartment with him. I could get used to this. We got into a little water fight in the kitchen after I accidentally splashed him with the condensation from a glass of ice. That ended in him body-slamming me onto the sofa. After recovering from the laughter, Simon leaned in to kiss me. His kisses were gentle at first, but then began to build in intensity. He slipped his hands under my shirt and slid my top over my head. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It was customary for me to go braless on the weekends.



Simon proceeded to take off my jeans. I wasn’t wearing any panties, either. This was not customary for me, but was something I did to please him. I looked in his eyes for approval. He smiled and pressed his body against mine.



“I like that. I would like that all the time from now on.”



I just nodded.



We laid there for a long time, kissing and talking. He remained fully dressed and I, undressed. Finally it was time to eat dinner. Simon got up, walked into the kitchen and started pulling out the groceries we bought, poured us some wine, and started making dinner. It wasn’t the romantic scene you picture of a gourmet cook, whipping up a recipe from scratch or anything like that. He put the frozen lasagna in the oven and mixed the salad while I sat on the sofa, completely nude.



“Is there anything I can do to help you, sweetheart?” I asked.



“Nope. All under control.”



We ate dinner at the dining table. It felt strange sitting at a dining table with no clothes on. Simon seemed in a particularly good mood and smiled throughout dinner. By the time we walked into the bedroom to go to sleep, I was starting to feel comfortable being nude. I didn’t usually wander about the place without clothes, so that was pretty much my first exposure to feeling comfortable in my own skin.



That evening, and well into the morning, Simon made love to me. It was the first time for us. It seemed the more I began to understand myself, and the more I loved myself, the more I felt for Simon. I don’t know how it was connected, but it was.



Sunday is a depressing day because it is the day before Monday. That meant that Simon would go back to his world, and to work, and so would I. I wanted to be a good companion, but I felt weepy and sad. Simon didn’t ask me what was wrong; he didn’t have to. He didn’t put up with it for very long, either. I’d say I got to sulk for about 5 minutes in bed in the morning. He wasn’t angry or displeased exactly. He didn’t act put-out, he just matter-of-factly began training.



Simon instructed me to roll over on my stomach, and then told me to get on my elbows and knees. He had me scoot up toward the headboard and then tied me to it. He left the bedroom and I could hear him rummaging through the kitchen drawers. He appeared with an extension cord and the cord for the electric griddle. Each knee was tethered to the side board with one of those cords. The cords weren’t very long and so my knees were spread wide apart.



Simon stood there for a few minutes looking at me from behind. He massaged my rump firmly and for a moment I thought he might spank it. He didn’t do anything or say anything. He left the bedroom and I could hear him turn on the television. He changed the stations until he settled on a soccer game.



I stayed in that position for several hours, I think. I don’t know how long soccer games are, and I couldn’t see the clock, so I have no real idea. I could hear Simon’s heavy, steady breathing at some point, and so I know he napped for some of it.



I was pretty irritated at first. I was already in a bad mood and my situation wasn’t helping at all. I screamed loudly in my head, cussing under my breath, and grinding my teeth. I tried to pull the headboard enough to bang it against the wall, but I couldn’t. I think you could describe what was happening as a temper tantrum. I continued that for awhile, and then I started to feel sorry for myself and began whining in my head. I wanted to whimper out loud, and I almost let one out, but thought the better of it. This went on for over an hour at least.



It is incredibly tiring to carry on like that. I don’t know how long it took, but eventually I just gave in. I quit feeling mad, sad, sorry, and sulky. I cleared my mind of all the bad thoughts, and I began to imagine what I looked like from behind. Every sensitive opening was in plain view. I closed my eyes and visualized Simon’s face the night before, when he rolled me over after pouring oil on me and massaging my anal opening. He was so hard, and his eyes were piercing. And then after that, he felt so big inside me…



I was starting to get excited, really excited. My pussy began to throb and my clit must’ve been enormous. I started to move my hips by arching and rounding my back. I was hoping to stimulate myself enough to gain some relief from my new uncomfortable situation. I was completely engrossed in what I was doing when I thought I heard something. I couldn’t see the door from my position. I stopped and held my breath for a moment. Something had changed…no tvand no heavy breathing, either. Oh shit, is he behind me right now, watching?



I froze, and my breathing became shallow so I could listen intently for clues. The seconds felt like hours.



The suspense was shattered with the broken silence.



“I see you’ve changed your attitude.”



I nodded, not trusting myself to speak a word.



I could just picture him leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed, staring at my ass. I didn’t even feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. I was highly aroused and once again, willing to do just about anything.



He stood there for a while longer before approaching. My breathing quickened and my hips involuntarily started moving again. I wanted him to touch me, even though I was sure it would make me instantly cum. I craned my head to the right, he was barely in view. He looked me directly in the eye. It was that stare, again. I couldn’t look away — it fueled my excitement to that point of no return: where you have to finish or you might hurt someone.



Without taking his eyes off mine, he began to slip off his socks. He very slowly removed his jeans and jockeys. I didn’t want to sever my gaze, but it broke when he slipped his shirt over his head. I took the opportunity to catch a glimpse of his erection. It proudly stood outward, and the sight of it was just enough to make the wetness from my pussy run down my thigh. He began stroking his proud cock while I looked on, running his hands expertly up and down the length of his shaft, pinching harder as he approached the head. His strokes quickened. He approached me in time to come on my neck and cheek. The sight was overwhelming and I thought I would come just then, but I didn’t. Shit! Shit! SHIT!



I had to give myself a little pep talk. I closed my eyes and started talking to myself. Stay calm. Relax. RELAX! I was brought back to reality by a touch on the thigh. Simon had taken notice of my wet thighs. He was caressing the wetness with his finger. He leaned toward me and slid his wet finger into my mouth. I sucked and licked his finger like it was his dick. I wanted him badly. He let out a small chuckle and removed his finger from my mouth.



He then slid his finger inside me again, pulling it out and rubbing the wetness on my clit. He applied pressure on the head of my clit and wiggled it slightly, producing the feeling of a vibrator. I began to moan. He watched me thoughtfully.



“Do you like that?”



“Yes, very much.” I managed to get out between heavy breaths.



“What about this?”



He shifted his fingers back a little and moved them back and forth and together like scissors, squeezing my clit between them.



I let out a cry, “GOD YES!”



He slowed his movement, slipped his fingers inside again, pulling out more of my juices and spreading them around my clit. He then slid one finger inside with one remaining on my clit. He began to wiggle the inside finger so that he was rubbing right against that wonderful spot. The movement was enough to allow his other finger to massage my clit. My reaction to this move wasn’t as powerful as the others. It felt amazing but not like the last one.



He once again returned to the direct clitoris stimulation.



“Tell me when you are just about to come.” He ordered.



It didn’t take long.



“Oh, God, baby…here I come, I’m coming…” I gasped in a breathless tone. The feeling was so powerful; I screamed out and nearly broke the headboard from the force of my body spasm.



I lay there bowing, looking more like I was worshipping the headboard than anything else. I felt him untie my knees and my wrists but I hardly moved. I allowed my butt to fall to my ankles, resting my stomach on the bed. I fell asleep.



When I woke up, I felt panicked for a moment. I was afraid Simon had left. He hadn’t left; he was sitting next to me in bed, reading a book. Without looking up from his book, he stroked my hair.



“It’s getting late, baby. You slept for some time.”



“Oh, no! I wasted the day with you, didn’t I? I was so stupid. I’m so sorry.”



“It’s not necessary to be sorry.”



I looked up at him and he glanced over at me. I was thankful for his guidance and his patience with me. I will never waste time again.



I was excused to go clean my face and use the facilities. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to my next question.



“Are you staying?”



“I thought I might. This wouldn’t be a good time to be apart. I’ll stop by my house in the morning to dress for work and pick up a few items.”



I squealed and hugged him, nearly knocking his book from his hands. I wasn’t sure what he meant about being apart, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was staying.



Chapter 10



We began to develop our own unique routine.



Every day I came home from work and undressed. If there was an outfit on the bed waiting for me, I put it on (no undergarments.) If there wasn’t an outfit on the bed, I remained nude. I never knew our plans, nor did I care. I was becoming used to taking things in stride, and taking my lead from him.



Simon usually called me after lunch to see what I had eaten and then he decided on dinner. I became devoted to his every desire in a way that I didn’t understand. He never outlined specific rules, but I became aware of what pleased him and made certain not to stray from that routine.



For example, I wouldn’t cross my legs or put my legs together while sitting. My thighs would remain parted at all times. In the apartment, if I was dressed, I would hike up my skirt before I sat down. I almost never wore pants or jeans at night, any longer. My collection of short and mid-length skirts had grown. I’m not sure if this was as much about a specific preference of his, or about the general sense of feeling feminine. And the more feminine I felt, the more sexually aroused I seemed to be. It was like we fit perfectly into these roles and the reaction to it was instinctual, in a way. I can’t describe it.



If at any time, he wished to touch me on any part of my body, I did not impede his advances. This wasn’t terribly difficult as long as we were in the apartment. I got in trouble a lot at first for flinching in restaurants and bars while he slipped his hand up my skirt to finger me at the table.



Eventually, I cared very little of what people thought of me or of us. There was something wonderfully liberating about that. Over the next few months my self-confidence grew healthily.



The two parts of my life were still very separate. My work life had begun to thrive. I was promoted from a district position to one supporting the entire region. I regularly received large bonuses and performance awards, and eventually I knew I would be ready to buy a house. But I wasn’t ready to shake-up our terrific situation.



Simon and I had stayed together nearly every night since we met. We had our own particular routine and our own very special, very intimate relationship. We usually chose to stay at my place because it was smaller. His house had 3 bedrooms, around 2,500 square feet, I think. It wasn’t huge by most standards but it was too big for us.



One day, Simon called the house (my apartment) to let me know he was detained at work. I was in the shower so the answering machine got it. At the end of the message, he said, “I’ll be home as soon as I can. I love you, baby.”



As I replayed the message, I sat there trying to examine my feelings.



He had never actually said those words to me. Sitting there, it dawned on me…I’d known he loved me all along. And I’d loved him from that first week I knew him. I know he knows that.



It also dawned on me all the times I’d said things I wasn’t ready to say. Even times when I was sincere about what I said, but the meaning to someone else was entirely different. I started laughing at how little we invested in those three simple words — so much so, that he would leave them on an answering machine.



I erased the message.



Chapter 11



Those first six months were blissful. Each night was a new experience in intimacy for me. A couple of events stand out in my memory as being significant.



Around the third week of May, Simon’s best friend, Martin had a house-warming party. He moved into his new home just before I met Simon. Martin and Simon had grown up together in a suburb of New Jersey but they both went to college at Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas. The decision to go there instead of in Newark was largely Martin’s, and it had a lot to do with the late night re-runs of Dallas on cable.



In truth, Simon agreed to it because he wanted to get out of New Jersey and experience life elsewhere. He grew to love Dallas for the friendly people and gorgeous coeds, but by the end of his senior year, he was ready to move on again. This time it would be Simon who chose the destination.



Simon’s degree was in Civil Engineering while Martin’s specialty was Electrical Engineering. Civil Engineers were heavily sought after, and so it was no surprise when Simon was approached by a Kansas City firm before graduating from SMU. Martin wasn’t as fortunate, and remained in Dallas for another 2 months before moving into Simon’s house in Lenexa, KS, a suburb of Kansas City. Simon changed jobs and had since worked at three different firms around KC.



Martin took a completely different route and secured a position as a loan officer. He was very good at it, according to Simon. So good, in fact, that he started his own mortgage brokerage firm. His financial success was apparent.



He had moved out of Simon’s house some years back and bought his own home in Overland Park, very near Simon’s. He just sold that house and bought a small mansion in a Northland subdivision. The home had been for sale for over a year and was about to be repossessed by the bank when Martin picked it up for a mere $932,000. The home would be worth over $1.5 million dollars.

Martin’s wealth didn’t seem to bother Simon at all. The way Simon spoke of Martin, I felt he pitied him more than he envied him.



Simon described the home to me on the way to the party. He had helped Martin and Teresa get settled. The most stunning feature of the home was the outdoor private patio area. It featured a heated, zero horizon pool, outdoor oven and grill, fireplace, built-in flat screen TV, and large planters of flowers and trees lining the massive wall that surrounded it. The house sat on a hill, so this area was completely hidden from the street and from the neighbor’s view. According to Martin, the patio area had been featured in Architectural Digest a few years earlier, when it was first constructed.



I wondered at why Martin had decided on a party in May when it was still too chilly for swimming. The real nature of the party and the guests attending gave me my answer.



It took us nearly 30 minutes to get to Martin’s home. We were greeted at the door by Teresa. I had met Teresa on my second date with Simon. She was the one who told me that Simon was a monogamous dater. I hadn’t heard that term before, I remembered, but I recall that it made me very hopeful.



Teresa was striking. She had long, dark brown hair and green eyes. She stood maybe around 5’7 or so, but it was hard to really know because she always wore heels. Her body was fantastic, with long, slender limbs and a delicate, elongated neck. She seemed to float when she walked, and I found myself casting several coveting glances her direction as she mingled throughout the crowd. I wasn’t attracted to her, exactly, but more attracted to the overall feminine look she had.



Although Teresa was the live-in girlfriend to Simon’s best friend, she wasn’t as friendly as you would expect. She had a distant way about her and you got the clear impression that she was just going through the motions with Martin. One time, after Teresa had walked past us, Simon started to say something to me in my ear but stopped. I wondered what was on his mind, but I didn’t ask.



There was one other couple there that I recognized from the earlier party. Actually, I recognized her but not him. Jill was lively, and by far the friendliest of Simon’s friends. She made me laugh out loud and I could just talk to her for hours. She had reddish hair and the personality to match. I felt instantly at ease with her. I wasn’t sure how Simon and Martin knew her, exactly.



Simon stayed by my side the entire evening. He whispered to me that most of these people were business associates of Martin’s and that a couple of the introductions that evening were crucial to Martin’s future ventures. At one point, I spied Martin talking with a couple of gentlemen away from the rest of the crowd. I have been involved in enough business deals to recognize one when I see it. From what I could observe, it was going well — both parties were engrossed in conversation and Martin began to stand taller, indicating he was pleased with the progress. You learn to read body language like that when you work in sales.



After two hours, the party had thinned significantly and Martin’s would-be-business-partners were gone. Martin turned his attention to Simon and I, and we walked through the house on an official tour. Simon hadn’t seen the house all put-together, and that was my first visit.



We were in the basement while the remaining guests were in the kitchen, upstairs. Martin’s cell phone rang and upon reading the caller ID, he excused himself to answer it. I suspected it was regarding the recent business proposition he was working on. Simon slid behind me with his arms around my upper body so we could look in the same direction at the same time. We were talking about the layout of the room, what we would do differently. Very casually, as Simon was accustomed to doing, he slid his hand into my blouse and onto my breast and began fondling it. He kept talking about the room and surveying it, and when we pivoted around to look back toward the bar area, Martin was staring at us. He kept talking on the phone and he didn’t look surprised or phased, he almost seemed to be looking through us.



The gesture started out as being very non-sexual, but intimate. When I became aware that Martin could see what Simon was doing, it changed for me. This made me feel uncomfortable, and discomfort had become synonymous with arousal for me. Martin continued talking on the phone but quit pacing around, and instead, remained fixed on our position.



Simon could sense my arousal and so he played along. He lifted my skirt with his left hand and started stimulating my clit while fixing his gaze on Martin. I also had a fixed gaze on Martin and the sight of him watching me was titillating. Simon had become even more skilled at bringing me to orgasm by that time. As I had become more comfortable talking about how I felt and what I liked, Simon was learning, too. As I recall, Simon and I hadn’t had sex that week, and so it was very easy for him to expertly lead me to orgasm. I came violently while looking directly into Martin’s eyes.



Martin was still on the phone and Simon didn’t say a word. He pointed my shoulders squarely at the door to the bathroom and lifted my skirt to pat me on my bare bottom. I trotted off to the restroom.



When I emerged from the room, Martin was off the phone and was engaged in conversation with Simon. I couldn’t make-out exactly what they were saying until I got a little closer. They were talking about Martin’s business deal. From what I could tell, they were well into the conversation.



As I stood there with them, my mind began to wander. What is going through Simon’s mind? Is this his way of saying to Martin, ‘you may have all this, but you don’t have Jess’? Does he derive pleasure from his best friend seeing him please his girlfriend? Is this the first time he’s done that? Oooooh, the last question was almost just too much to think about. They did go to college together, and I bet there were some wild nights.



I finally just decided that the truth is this: We may never know what goes on in someone else’s mind. Even in the head of someone so close to us.



Martin continued the tour and acted like the whole thing never happened. By the time we got upstairs, I just started laughing incredulously to myself and then partly out loud.



A few more people had left and there was only one other couple remaining, saying their goodbyes to Teresa at the door as we topped the staircase.



The four of us walked into the living room and sat down. It was the first time I got a good look at it. The entire party had congregated in the living room, making it impossible to get a good look at the place. Martin settled into an oversized chair and spread his legs for Teresa to sit in front of him. Martin and Simon carried the conversation, talking mostly about business. Martin’s hand rested easily on Teresa’s inner thigh and I thought I noticed him moving his hand up her skirt a few times. He fondled the pendant on her necklace, but I couldn’t see what it was from where I was sitting. Teresa only spoke when spoken to.



On the way home, Simon and I talked about Martin and Teresa, the party, and the business deal. If all went well, Martin would be investing in a shoe company of sorts. It didn’t sound like a good deal to me but it wasn’t my money, and I didn’t really know much about it, nor did I care. Simon’s manner of discussing Martin and Teresa was very detached, like they were distant acquaintances and not close friends. He never really said that he didn’t like Teresa, but I got that impression. Or more accurately, I got the impression that he didn’t respect Teresa.



The second significant event in our lives those first few months was more personal for me. Simon and I spent a lot of time becoming more intimate. Part of that intimacy included feeling completely open to his touch. I had already proven, I felt, that I was comfortable around both strangers and friends (Martin, anyway). But my boundary was with parts of my body. I was still very nervous about anal sex of any kind.



At first, I wanted to dismiss this as just one of those fantasies all guys have that they’ve picked up from porn flicks. I didn’t think it was that important to Simon, and eventually I came to know that the act, itself wasn’t. What was important to Simon was my commitment to complete intimacy with him. Simon felt that as long as I had boundaries, so our relationship would have boundaries. I truly didn’t want that, but I needed help and guidance in that area.



So I did what any intelligent adult would do. I searched the internet. Google produced a list of good anal sex resources and I learned great tips. Lubrication was the big key to success and you just can’t have too much. Starting out yourself with one finger, and then two, was another tip. There were health tips, cleanliness advice, toy recommendations, the list was endless. Many of the women reported having the most powerful orgasms of their life during anal sex. This was of particular interest to me, as I had not imagined this might actually be enjoyable for me. The possibility of pain was first and foremost on my mind. I felt I was ready to do something to try.



Simon and I talked about it. I told him what I had learned and that I really, really wanted to share that with him, give myself to him in that way, but I was afraid. At that point, I was at least willing to think about it some more, and to keep talking to him about it; fully realizing that it might take me a long time to get over my own prejudices. My lack of commitment to the idea was not pleasing to Simon, but I think he looked at it as another opportunity to guide me in the right direction. I think it really disturbed him how much I was upsetting myself over it.



“I’m in no hurry — I can wait as long as it takes for you. But I have to tell you that you’re not going to solve this by intellectualizing it. You can’t think your way through a major step like this, you have to ease into it, feel it.”



His words were absolutely true and he said them very matter-of-factly, as if I should just be able to perform this simple task.



Finally he said, “You know everything you need to know.”



I thought about those words for a long time, ‘I know everything I need to know.’ What do I know about this? What one thing has to exist for this to work? Is it desire? Willingness? Relaxation? I wasn’t sure.



It was perplexing me. I was having trouble coming up with answers on my own. Simon pulled through for me, as usual.



One Saturday afternoon, Simon brought a gym bag into the bedroom and placed it on the floor. He bent me over the footboard of the bed and tied me to the posts. He tied my ankles to the legs of the footboard. Then he began unpacking the gym bag so I could see the contents. There were three separate brands of lubricants, an anal plug, an anal vibrator, a douche, and a string of balls in varying sizes. My eyes widened as he placed each item on the bed for me to see. Lastly, he produced a blindfold and placed it over my eyes.



My heart began to race. What is he planning for me? He first touched me on my back and I flinched. I guess I was so tense that it startled me. I could hear him leave the room.



About five minutes later, Simon returned. He touched me on the same spot on my back and I didn’t flinch that time. He started rubbing my back, and as his hands approached my buttocks, I began to tense. He immediately withdrew and left the room.



Another 5 minutes passed, and he started with the same spot on my back, working his way to my buttocks and massaging them. Each time I tensed up in any way, he left the room. He gradually worked his way up to administering lubricant to my behind and by the time he got to massaging my well-lubricated hole, I was more aroused than frightened.



He took off the blindfold and released my wrists and ankles. He had used none of the tools on the bed except the lubricant.



“Do you know what it is, now? The thing that you already know.”



I knew it immediately. Trust. That was it. I just needed to trust him.



“Trust?! Trust is all I need to know?”



I looked to him for approval of my epiphany. His smile lit up his whole face as he leaned in to kiss me.



Knowing the answer was the easy part. Next I had to feel it.



Chapter 12



When something is hanging over your head as needing to be done, you can think of little else until you complete the task. I think I had become obsessed with this one thing. Simon and I talked about it a lot and the more we talked, the more comfortable I began to feel. I think Simon wanted the whole act to be over with, mainly to stop my obsessing. He never grew impatient in any way, but I sensed that he felt a bit guilty about how it was affecting me.



One evening during the week, Simon and I were in bed in what started out as a pretty ordinary lovemaking session. I was stroking Simon’s cock, licking and sucking the head of his beautiful erection, when he leaned back to pull the drawer of the nightstand open to fetch some lubricant, and an anal plug. He generously applied lubricant to the end of the plug and then to his own ass. He handed me the plug and guided my hand to inserting it into him. His cock grew harder than I had ever seen it. I started pumping the plug in and out, while I took most of his engorged dick into my mouth. He came instantly, letting out a cry. I withdrew the plug while he lay there trying to recover. He was totally spent. I’d never seen him quite like that before.



It was a turning point for me. I was lying there, unsatisfied, and suddenly wishing he had done that to me.



A few days later, we were in bed again and much like before, while I was giving him head, he leaned back and produced the same two items. This time, before he could get the gel out of the tube, I spoke.



“May I please be allowed to experience that this time?”



Part of me couldn’t believe my ears, and the other part was hoping he would accommodate.



Instead of lubricating the tip of the anal plug, Simon lubricated his finger. He pulled me up onto his chest and tipped me forward so I was on my hands and knees, dangling over his face. He began licking my pussy. He was so skilled at it. At the same time, he began massaging my anal opening. I was getting very close to coming. Just before I started what I call my final approach, Simon inserted his finger into my ass. It felt wonderful, and I spread my legs wider apart to indicate my delight. He added a second finger and continued probing until I shuddered in orgasm.



He repeated this many times over the next several weeks, alternating his fingers with the plug. I became increasingly more comfortable with it until I started actually leaving the lubricant out on top of the nightstand to speed things up. My orgasms were growing in intensity each time and I was becoming highly motivated to advance to the next step.



I felt like this man had been plenty patient with me, and now all I wanted to do was please him. I wanted to make the words I spoke a couple of months earlier be true — I would do anything for this man. I wanted to give this gift to him. I wanted…



I received special instructions one morning in a note on the kitchen counter: Use the douche in the drawer this morning before work. Your outfit for tonight is on the sofa.



That was confusing. The first instruction clearly indicated that he intended for that night to be the night. The second indicated we were going out. I started thinking about eating a large dinner and what that might mean, and how much time that would take. I was doing it again…thinking through everything instead of just trusting him. I decided to let all the questions go, and just relax into the anticipation of the evening with an open mind.



Simon arrived early but I was already dressed and ready to go. I was particularly amorous and was acting a bit like a cat in heat toward him, rubbing myself against his chest and kissing his neck. He chuckled at my advances.



The exchange between us slowly began to change its tone as Simon unbuttoned my blouse. He slid the blouse down my arms and left it there so that it bound my limbs toward my back. I arched my back to proudly display my hard nipples. He ran his fingers across them and leaned down and took each one into his mouth. He then stood upright again and pressed down on my shoulders until I was kneeling. He started to make a motion to unbutton his pants but then stopped.



“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”



He went out the front door and I could hear his car door open and shut. He returned with a box. It looked like a jewelry box; the kind that might hold a watch or something like that. I watched intently as he placed it on the coffee table. I then returned my eyes to his, allowing my head to drop backward.



Simon then unfastened his pants and removed them, along with his underwear, socks and shoes. He stood there nude from the waist, down. His penis was immensely engorged with blood. It was red, hard and huge. I wondered how long he had been like that; how many times he had thought about our upcoming evening together. The day had been a blur to me. I could think of little else.



He leaned forward, allowing me to take his cock into my mouth. My lips slid down and up his shaft a few times, and then he stepped backward, withdrawing it from me entirely. Simon reached down and cupped his hand under my chin to raise me to my feet. He picked up his pants and carefully laid them on the nearby barstool. He then unbuttoned my cuffs and removed my blouse, shaking it out a bit and then hanging it on another barstool with much care. He did the same with his shirt and my skirt. His actions were very deliberate, as though he had planned each one with precision.



We were standing nude in the living room. Simon guided my arms around his neck and drew me closer, carefully positioning his erect penis upward between us. He gazed down at me, running his fingers through my hair, caressing my neck. I stroked his hair lovingly, paying close attention to every wavy curl as my fingers explored. I could feel it washing over me — that incredible feeling of complete abandon. My body relaxed and my breathing became deeper. My lips instinctively parted and my head fell backward.



Simon’s lips mouthed something but no sound followed. I thought he mouthed the word, beautiful. He started to breathe deeper as he kissed me passionately. His lips were pressed hard against mine, and his sense of urgency was so primal. He slowed himself down and kissed me gently and lovingly on my lips, cheeks, neck, ears, and forehead. He would do this for a few minutes and then change back into a frenzied, hard and forceful kiss. His excitement was fueling my arousal. Each time he probed my mouth with his tongue, I began grinding my hips and rubbing my body against his. My inner thighs had become soaking wet.



Simon finally stopped and took my hand in his. He led me into the bedroom. I stood next to the bed while he pulled the bedspread, blanket and sheets all the way down to the foot of the bed and laid one pillow at an angle at the corner of the bed. He patted the pillow, signaling me to lie down.



I lied on my back and he joined me, pressing his body against mine. The anticipation was incredible. Simon turned to me and whispered.



“Tell me what you’re thinking and feeling right now.”



I took a moment to think about it.



“I’m excited or nervous, I can’t tell which. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.”



With that, he slid his hand down between my legs. He smiled, withdrew his hand, and then looked at me, wanting more.

“I don’t know how to describe this feeling. I feel completely open, vulnerable, but not frightened. I’m, I don’t know, warm inside like I’m completely safe — almost like I used to feel when I was in my mother’s arms as a child.” I thought for a few seconds before continuing.



“I have this need inside me to please you. I want to give myself to you completely. Does that make sense?”



Simon had this look on his face that was both incredulous, and a little sad. He wanted to understand. Or maybe he wanted to feel what I was feeling. I wasn’t sure. He stared at me a long time in silence while his breathing began to deepen. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his chest rising and falling. His intensity was building again and he shut his eyes for a moment and let out a groan. Whatever he was thinking, it was about to drive him to orgasm with me following close behind.



He positioned himself over me and I spread my legs. He slid very easily into me and slowly rocked in and out, gliding freely, but deliberately inside me. He came very shortly and remained inside me, laying there. He continued to move his hips slightly to maintain a rhythm. I could feel him grow softer, but I was amazed that he never really got completely soft. I felt so close to him, the intimacy we shared was so overwhelming for me. I had never experienced anything like that before.



I really wanted to do something special for him. I wanted to share something of myself that I had not shared with anyone else. I finally blurted out what was on my mind.



“I want to open myself completely to you. Please take me from behind.”



I was having difficulty forming the right words to communicate that I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. The words sounded so vulgar in my head, and the act meant so much more to me. I looked him in the eye for guidance on whether or not to try to more directly express what I wanted to give him. I could feel him grow harder inside me when I spoke, and he pressed his lips to mine to stop me from speaking another word.



Simon slid out of me and I instantly regretted him doing so. I hated the empty feeling. He rolled me onto my side so that my back was against him, and held me close, cupping my breast in his hand. He kissed my neck, and the throbbing in my pussy was unbearable. I was trembling with anticipation. He slid his hand down between my butt cheeks and massaged my anal opening. At one point, he reached for the gel lubricant and I felt his fingers sliding into my ass. I groaned and arched my back. I wanted him so badly. My head and upper body slid across the bed so that my buttocks were in a better position for him to penetrate me. He didn’t. I was seriously considering begging. The teasing was driving me insane.



He pulled his pillow out from under his head and swiftly placed it in front of my stomach. He rolled me onto my stomach over the pillow. This placed my hind in an elevated position and just about sent me into an orgasm.



Simon positioned himself behind me. He started rubbing the head of his cock on my hole, in little circles. My hips began to move slightly and my back arched to further present myself to him. He began to slide inside, very slowly. It felt like a fraction of an inch at a time. My heart was pounding out of my chest; my entire body broke into a sweat. He slid further, and I could feel my muscles tighten to push him out. This enabled him to slide even easier until he was completely inside me. The throbbing in my pussy was violent; I was so close to orgasm. Simon could feel it, too. He slowly glided in and out a couple more times and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I could feel the sensation coming from somewhere near my stomach, traveling down toward my pussy. My clit felt like it was exploding. The orgasm was violent.



That’s all it took for Simon. He pumped twice very hard, and then unloaded every drop of his cum into me. He yelled out as he did so, and then nearly collapsed onto my back, resting his head between my shoulder blades. I could feel his entire body shaking. The experience was as intense for him as it was for me.



He slid out of me and just let his whole body lay on mine. When our breathing returned to normal, Simon whispered in my ear.



“I have a present for you.”



After we cleaned up and got the bed back in order, Simon brought in the box he had placed on the coffee table.



“This is for you. It is symbolic of our bond, and I hope you’ll wear it always.”



I opened the box to find a necklace. It was an elegant silver chain with a pendant. The pendant was a key, and the head of the key was a diamond. It was very unique.



Holding it up, I said, “Oh, baby…it’s beautiful.”



Simon took it from my hands and ceremoniously placed it around my neck. The key rested high on my neck. It would remain in plain view regardless of my outfit, I decided. I fondled it with my fingers.



“I had it custom-made. You won’t find another exactly like it. I hope that it always reminds you of the special connection we share, and of my commitment to you.”



Simon and I had never talked about commitment, exactly…At least not in the traditional sense. We talked about the future some. I wasn’t seeing anyone else and I knew he wasn’t seeing anyone else, either. It was obvious that we were deeply in love, even though we never said it. I had never felt more committed to anyone in my life.



Chapter 13



Our relationship remained very intimate for awhile, but then it began to fall into a more non-sexual, rote pattern. The more mundane side of routine. Routine is very comfortable because you always know what to expect. I like routine, but I began to yearn for the excitement I used to feel when I felt uncomfortable. Simon knew it without asking.



Spring was back upon us, marking our one-year anniversary. I don’t know if it was the season or the milestone that began to stir our restlessness.



Martin invited us over for dinner one Friday night in early June. It was only the second time for me to step into his home. Simon and I had dined with Martin on a couple of occasions at a restaurant, Teresa conspicuously missing, but always having a good excuse. Simon also met Martin many times for happy hour without me.



Teresa’s welcome was uncharacteristically friendly when she greeted me at the door. In fact, she warmly embraced me, and then kissed me on the lips. I do have girlfriends with whom I have kissed in this manner. I have the kind of personality that seems to just draw that behavior. I wouldn’t have noticed, except that my first impression of Teresa was one of distant-politeness.



When she retreated from the hug, I noticed her necklace. It was a key very similar to mine, but with an emerald instead of a diamond. I stared at it, speechless. I was confused and looked around to Simon for answers. With my eyes, I asked him, what does this mean? I didn’t dare ask aloud. Teresa’s voice brought my eyes back to her.



“Hey, are you thirsty…how ’bout some wine?”



I could tell Teresa had started drinking before we arrived, but that wasn’t what I was thinking about at that moment. My mind was racing. My necklace meant something very personal to me, and it was not something I shared with Teresa. It couldn’t be a coincidence. I mean, how many women wear keys around their necks?



I tried to hide my shock and just reciprocate Teresa’s enthusiasm for drinking and socializing. I don’t know what it is about me, but I always try to make everyone feel comfortable no matter how I might be feeling, myself.



They opened a bottle of wine, and I found myself drinking faster than usual. I do that when I’m trying to either settle my nerves or stop my mind from racing.



When Martin and Teresa went into the kitchen for the final preparation, Simon turned to me and began to speak quietly and quickly.



“In many ways, the meaning is similar. Teresa is submissive to Martin. What it means to them personally may be slightly different. It has no bearing on our commitment. Think of it like an engagement ring. The meaning is private even though the symbolism is universal.”



He slipped his hand up my skirt and stroked my thighs gently. “Now be a good girl for me and don’t ask any more questions.”



His tone was blatantly condescending and this served as a warning that if I didn’t let it go, there would be consequences that most likely would leave me exposed to his friends.



Teresa and Martin returned with platters in hand and we rose from the living room to sit at the dining room table. Teresa had cooked the meal and it was wonderful. She and I cleared the table, but she wouldn’t allow me to assist her with the dishes. “I’ll do them tomorrow”, she said. “We need to get back to the guys.”



We moved out onto the patio after dinner. The patio lighting danced on the pool water with every ripple, inviting us to join in. The evening was warm enough for a dip, but Simon and I didn’t bring our suits. I guess that was bad planning on our part. Another bottle of wine later and it was Teresa who made the first move. In hind sight, it was most likely Martin who prompted her to do so, of course.



She stood up and walked over to me, and offered me her hand so I could stand. I did so.



“Let’s go sit on the edge of the pool and dangle our legs in the water.”



I followed her lead, still holding her hand. We walked around the edge until we were facing the guys and then chose a spot and sat down. The pool was heated and felt great. We were far enough away from the men to give them some privacy in conversation. If they talked low enough, we couldn’t hear what they were saying. They took advantage of it, and I have no idea what exchange was going on between them. Simon’s body language betrayed him a bit, and I could tell that he was not comfortable at times with what Martin was saying to him.



Teresa cupped the pool water in her hands and released it over her thighs so that her legs were completely wet. She repeated the procedure on my thighs. The wine had made me a bit giddy and I started to giggle a little when the water tickled my legs. Teresa started giggling, too and before you knew it, we were leaning against each other laughing…at nothing.



The guys stopped talking and watched our display. Some things are just so girl-like I can’t imagine guys could relate in any way to it. We silenced our laughter when we noticed them staring. At least, we tried to. It’s like in church, when you get a funny thought in your head but you’re not supposed to laugh. The harder you try not to, the more you can’t control your laughter. We were busting out again in a couple of seconds. Teresa buried her head on my shoulder to muffle her laughter and I did the same on her shoulder. Finally, we began to gain a little composure.



Teresa whispered in my ear, “Let’s go swimming. Do you want to?”



“You mean skinny-dip?”



“Yeah, why not?!”



I couldn’t think of a reason. The wine pretty much took care of any inhibition I might have felt. Teresa certainly didn’t have a problem with it because she didn’t waste any time taking off her top to expose her breasts. The night air made her nipples stand erect and I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful they were.



My gaze shifted to Simon’s who was looking directly at me. I began to unbutton my blouse slowly while watching him. I wanted to make sure he was perfectly okay with what I was doing. He nodded at me to indicate his permission, and I finished removing my blouse by sliding it over my head. Teresa removed her skirt by unzipping it and pulling it over her head, and I followed suit with mine. We slipped off the edge of the pool and into the warm water. It caressed my skin all over and I was enjoying it, immensely. Teresa started to play, first by taunting me with splashes, and then by going under water and brushing past me. It was impossible to see her under the water and the anticipation of her bumping into me made me giggle even more. Then she would pop-up next to me blowing bubbles on the way up. The sensation was terrific.



We settled down and sat on the stair so that our breasts were just beneath the surface. Teresa made the first move by sliding her hand over to my waist and up to my breast. I looked at her. Her eyes were mischievous. I joined in her naughty game and started tweaking her nipple with my fingers. We did all of this under the supervision of the guys, not really knowing if they could see what we were doing or not.



It felt good to be a little naughty. I didn’t know what Simon might think of it, and so I felt like I was breaking the rules. That feeling started to make me feel uncomfortable, in the aroused sort of way. Oh, how I’ve missed this feeling! It wasn’t like I didn’t have orgasms regularly with Simon; it was just that they weren’t predicated on that first time kind of feeling.



Teresa slid off the step and turned toward me so that we could fully massage each other’s breasts. She rubbed her chest against mine and I spread my thighs so she could stand between them and get closer. I couldn’t help but to ask Simon’s permission with my eyes. It was just the natural thing for me to do, and completely subconscious. He once again nodded his approval and rotated his chair slightly so he didn’t have to twist his head to continue watching.



I really started to get into it when I saw this. Anything that pleased Simon turned me on, tremendously.



It was my turn to make the next move. I twirled Teresa around so her back was to me and then pulled us both up onto the higher step. Her beautiful breasts were now in full view of the men. I kissed her neck while running my fingers over her erect nipples. Every few seconds or so I would look up at Simon. His expression was that of amusement mostly, but I did catch him shifting in his seat and repositioning his jeans. I assumed this was because he was growing harder and needed to readjust himself.



Teresa was enjoying the attention; she closed her eyes and arched her back. She started moaning and squirming about. Her enthusiasm was great for my confidence. I slid my hand down in the water and found her perfectly clean-shaven pussy. She spread her legs farther apart, allowing me to slide my finger between her lips and play with her clit. It was hard and swollen. Her moans grew more intense and she lay back onto me until my back was pressing hard against the edge of the pool.



Simon fixated his gaze on me, I noticed. He seemed intent on watching my expression rather than on what Teresa was doing. Martin was sitting on the other side of the patio table, so I couldn’t see his face very clearly. I did notice that he leaned in to say something to Simon a couple of times.



The cool night air was beginning to make both Teresa and I shiver. Our hot little exchange was going to have to end very soon as we both couldn’t take the cold air on our wet bodies. Simon walked over to us with towels in hand. Our shaking was apparent even from across the pool.



Teresa excused herself to go inside to the restroom, and Martin followed her into the house. Simon rubbed my arms to warm me and assisted in drying me off, especially my thighs and legs. I enjoyed the attention from him; it always made me feel cared-for.



“Baby, go get your clothes on so we can get inside out of the cool air.”



I ran around the pool and slipped on my clothes. I picked up Teresa’s top and skirt and brought them with me.



Once inside, I excused myself to visit the ladies room. Down the hallway, there was one room on the right side before the restroom. It was Martin’s office, and it had double French doors that had been closed every time I’d passed them. I wouldn’t have taken any notice of the room except that the doors were open this time and so my eyes drew into the room. Around the side of the desk were Martin and Teresa. Still nude, she was bent over the desk and he was fucking her from behind. Martin was in a perfect position to look me directly in the eye and didn’t slow a single beat when he saw me pause. Ordinarily, I would’ve continued walking but I sensed that this show was for my benefit, so I simply stopped and continued watching.



I wasn’t positive which entry point he was using, but I suspect it was Teresa’s anal opening by her body position. Her hair was hanging down the side of her face so she couldn’t see me, and I had no idea if she knew I was standing there watching. My presence was enough for Martin to come. He took two very hard strokes, ramming his hips into Teresa with alarming force while making animal noises and growling, ‘yes, Yes, YES!



I noticed that Teresa did not share in his delight. She remained quiet and still, and it was plainly obvious that she did not have an orgasm. This wasn’t the same girl who was about to orgasm in the pool just 10 minutes earlier.



I quietly slipped into the bathroom, gently shutting the door. I didn’t want Teresa to know what I had just witnessed. She may notice that someone is in the restroom when she comes out of the office, but she won’t know how much I saw. I just didn’t want her to know, I don’t know why.



Back in the living room, Simon and I curled up together in an oversized chair. Martin was fixing himself a drink by the time I returned. About 20 minutes later, Teresa returned, wearing a long shirt that could be a dress, or a swimsuit cover-up. She sat next to Martin but there was not much affection between them. I studied her expression and manner carefully to try to read what she was thinking. I don’t think she knew I watched her get fucked in the office. I do think she was either embarrassed about the pool scene or was somehow afraid to get too friendly again. The distant Teresa was definitely back.



Thankfully, Simon was ready to go, and so we said our goodbyes. Martin didn’t say a word about the little show.



In the car, I was just about to tell Simon about Martin and Teresa when Simon unbuckled my seatbelt. He placed his right hand on my neck behind my head and pulled my head toward his lap. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He was erect and I picked up his very clear sign. I began licking and sucking, taking him into my mouth. I don’t know how he managed to continue driving when he came. I felt the car slow way down. We were on a side street near my apartment and there weren’t many other vehicles on the road. I swallowed dutifully and tucked his semi-hard penis back into his jeans and partially zipped them up. I returned to my seat and Simon reminded me to put my seat belt on. He wasn’t so concerned about my safety 15 minutes ago.



The sex that night was fantastic. Simon was positively on fire. We did just about everything, including what had become my very favorite; anal penetration. We didn’t do that as often because Simon couldn’t last as long. Simon came twice in bed, and that was after he came in the car.



Lying in bed in the dark before falling asleep was the first chance we had gotten to talk.



Simon began, “If things had been different, how far would you have gone with Teresa?”



“That depends on you. How far would you have wanted me to go?”



“I’m not sure. Are you attracted to her?”



“Um, sort of, I guess. No, that’s not true…I wouldn’t say I’m attracted to her. If you want me to be with her while you watch, I will do it for you.”



Simon didn’t reply.



“OH, I almost forgot…when I went to the bathroom, Martin was fucking Teresa in his office with the door open.”



“That doesn’t surprise me. Let me guess, she wasn’t enjoying it much.”



“You got that right. I couldn’t see her face but she didn’t move or make a sound.”



“Some things never change. Martin first started dating Teresa when he was living in my house in Lenexa. He used to forget to shut the door all the time. He is a bit of a voyeur, himself and he also gets off to people watching. Teresa allows it.

“She isn’t anything like you. She is a willing participant in Martin’s life because he has money. Martin is a little rough with women. He doesn’t respect them, in general.”



“So tell me about the key necklace.” I had to ask.



“There isn’t anything to tell. It is, for me, exactly what I described…a symbol of my commitment to you. What it means to Martin, or anyone else, doesn’t really matter. I knew that if I ever found a true submissive, I would ask her to wear a key around her neck. It’s a symbol, that’s all.”



I laid there in silence, pondering what he had said. I knew he wasn’t telling me everything, but I also sensed that it didn’t matter.



I couldn’t stop thinking about the word, submissive. I had never considered myself submissive. The word just didn’t fit with my personality. I didn’t like the label, and I hated the images it conjured up in my mind. But I was also becoming aware of this different side of me. Simon had been guiding me toward understanding things about myself that I hadn’t dared to even recognize. It seemed that ever since I’d met Simon and he awoke these feelings in me, I’d been walking around with a permanent clitoral hard-on.



The only explanation that I could think of, was that I must be more comfortable being that way. I can’t complain about how much stress it has taken off of me not making any decisions after work. I’ve certainly adapted to our lifestyle pretty well, and I do love my little lessons. I suppose I just need to get over the label.



“How did you know I was this way?”



He paused for thought before he spoke.



“It was a lot of little things that you did. I knew for sure at our picnic, when you allowed me to touch your breast in public.”



“Oh, I remember that. I had no idea what was happening to me. I’ve never been in a relationship like this before, have you?”



“I’ve never been with anyone like you, Jess. I am so overwhelmed by your ability to lose yourself in our lovemaking, and how you just commit fully to me. It’s just…I don’t know, beautiful.”



He whispered the last sentence and I could tell he was about to fall asleep. My mind was working overtime. I’d just discovered I was submissive and this was an idea I had to get used to. I realized that even though he seemed to accept me, understand me, and to read my thoughts at times, he wasn’t capable of feeling what I was feeling. I thought about this for a long time, until I finally drifted off to sleep.



Chapter 14



Over the next several days, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was clearly uncomfortable with the word, submissive. I felt I had come to accept our lifestyle and embrace it before Simon labeled me the way he did. Simon could tell something wasn’t quite right.



“Do you want to talk about it?”



“About what?”



I wasn’t positive I knew what he was talking about. I mean, it really was disturbing to be with someone who was that in tune with your every emotion.



“About what has been bothering you these past few days.” He said, flatly.



I thought about it for a few minutes. I didn’t know where to start, or how to approach the subject.



“I’m kinda in real, um, unfamiliar territory here. This…our relationship is very different. I feel different, and act different, than in past relationships.”



“In what way?” Simon was genuinely curious and interested in hearing what I had to say.



“Well, I…uh…we have done some things that I never thought I’d do, and I’ve sort of changed in some ways. And that’s okay. I’m not upset about that, and I wouldn’t change a thing…I just am struggling with this whole idea of being submissive.”



“What part of being submissive? Is it the lifestyle or the label?”



“It has to be the word because I adore our life together. I can’t get certain images out of my mind when I hear that word.”



“I know what you’re talking about. Like someone who is a masochist. You’re not masochistic, Jess and I’m not sadistic.” Simon started chuckling to himself. “Well, maybe a little.”



I didn’t see the humor, and the more serious I was about it, the more Simon started to laugh.



“I can buy whips and wear black leather outfits if you want.”



“Stop it, Simon! I’m serious.”



“Okay, okay…I’ll quit. You know, you worry about the silliest things. When I called you submissive the other day it was to indicate that you are more comfortable when I take charge and lead. And when you really let go and submit…” He used hand gestures to visually represent quotation marks. “…you are so at peace with yourself. That is someone who is a true submissive. If you can’t handle the word, then use another word for it. Clearly you haven’t spent much time in church.”



Simon and I had managed to avoid the topic of religion. I don’t know how. We talked about everything under the sun.



“What does the church have to do with this?”



“Try and read the bible without noticing that the women in there are all submissive. Try to get through one sermon without hearing the underlying message that the good wife should submit to her husband. Even wedding vows are slanted in that way. Haven’t you noticed that?”



I thought about it for a few seconds.



“Huh! I guess you’re right. Is there something you’re not telling me about yourself? Do you sneak off to church and I don’t know about it?”



“No. I was raised Catholic and attended church as a kid, but that’s not why I’m the way I am, really. I happen to be turned on by femininity. You know, girls who look and act like girls. It’s hard to be feminine without being somewhat submissive. I don’t know when it became so popular for ladies to dress like men, but it’s a real turn-off for me.”



I smiled as my mind began to wander to our first dates. I wondered if I hadn’t worn a skirt on that first date, would Simon have bothered to call me the next day.



“I do have a lot more skirts in my closet now.”



“Is that a bad thing?”



“No. As a matter of fact, I do feel sexier when I’m wearing a skirt or a dress.”



“See what I mean?” Simon grinned.



He pulled me close to him and kissed me on the neck and earlobe. I put my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair.



“Yeah, but you made me like this.”



I could feel Simon’s body stiffen as I spoke those words. His mood seemed to change but he didn’t say anything. I looked into his eyes; He remained silent. I tried to figure out what was bothering him. Either he didn’t agree with my assessment or he didn’t want to take that responsibility. I couldn’t tell.



“What’s wrong, Simon?”



“Nothing.”



That was it. Our conversation ended quickly. Simon pulled away from me and changed the subject to dinner.



Later that night, I thought about it for a long time. I had this feeling that he was pulling away just a little. In all my past love affairs, this sign always seemed to indicate that we were about to break-up or get engaged. Simon never mentioned marriage, even though we talked about being committed to each other. But there had been plenty of perfect opportunities for him to pop the question. And he never did.



I started to think that maybe we had become too close for his comfort level. I tried to recall how much he had told me about the length of his past relationships. I couldn’t remember him telling me how long he dated Sarah, or his girlfriend in college. There were others, but those were the two longest, I thought.



I couldn’t help but worry that he might be feeling the need to get out or to flee. I didn’t have any evidence that he was thinking about it, so I was able to reassure myself that I was just reacting to the blahs. You know, that time in the relationship when you are just going through the motions.



Chapter 15



Although summer was upon us, it felt like it was taking forever to arrive and get settled. We had a warm spell early on, and then back to cooler temperatures. The winters were getting longer every year, it seemed for me. I found myself checking the weather in Dallas a lot. When Simon suggested a beach trip in celebration of my upcoming birthday, I didn’t even hesitate to respond. I couldn’t pack quick enough.



He had received an e-mail notification about a last-minute great deal at a Riviera Maya resort called Desire. It was a couples-only resort, which is a little different than an adults-only resort. I likened it to Hedonism II, but was quickly corrected. It was, however, a clothing-optional resort.



Any nervousness I felt over the fact that I may be strolling down a beach of nude people didn’t faze me compared with my need to get to a warmer climate. Besides, I had only 10 days to think about it before our plane left. I went to my gym and started reserving tanning times for the next week so my skin wouldn’t just burn and fall off the first day.



The time flew by as I was constantly busy shopping for clothing and making last-minute arrangements at work. The trip was a much needed vacation.



I honestly don’t know what it is about a vacation that just seems to free-up your mind. Is it being in another country? Is it the sun and sand? Maybe it’s just being away from work. I don’t know the answer for sure, but I do know that the feeling is very real.



We practically ran to our room and changed into our swimsuits. There was only maybe three hours of sunlight left when we arrived, and we didn’t want to waste a minute. True to the brochures, clothing was optional. Some couples were completely clothed, some women were topless, and some couples were completely nude. My nude beach etiquette was probably a little out of line as I did stare a little too long at the nude ones, I’m sure.



We settled into a couple of lounge chairs and Simon pulled out the sunscreen. It was afternoon, but the sun was still very strong and we didn’t want to chance getting burned our first time out. Simon, being the ever-attentive mate he was, started rubbing lotion on my back and arms. He reached around my sides and massaged lotion onto my stomach. Then he very matter-of-factly untied my top, pulling it away in one motion. The feeling of air and daylight hitting my breasts was indescribable. If it were acceptable, I would walk around like this all the time. I honestly don’t know how guys can stand to wear shirts half the time when they don’t have to.



Simon paused to get another handful of lotion and I took that opportunity to spin around and lay down on my lounge chair. I couldn’t resist the chance to proudly present my attentive nipples to anyone watching, but especially to Simon’s waiting hands. As he moved his hands over my breasts, my nipples grew even harder and the sight of them standing erect in the sunshine aroused me immensely. I arched my back and looked wickedly into Simon’s eyes, smiling.



He just chuckled and shook his head.



“You’re taking to this a lot faster than I thought you would.”



“I know…I shouldn’t have had those Bloody Marys on the plane.”



“No, no…no regrets allowed here.”



The drinks helped me to quickly get over what would be my first big hurdle — being topless in public. I could see by Simon’s expression, that he wasn’t going to be happy until he found my limit and pushed it. This was the same game he played with me when we first started dating, and I remember that I walked around in a constant state of arousal because of it. I don’t know if it was the teasing involved, or the danger in getting caught, discovered, or seen, but it was definitely a game I liked to participate in.



Simon continued to tweak my nipples while grinning and looking at me. He didn’t lean down to kiss me; this might block someone’s view of his hands on my breasts. I didn’t shy away from his challenge and even moaned and arched my back to add to the show. It was my own little impish way of challenging him to go farther, and Simon didn’t back down from the challenge. In fact, it was almost scary how much it drove him to go farther; I knew that when I pushed him like that, I was playing with fire.



His expression changed. Something within him seemed to switch from playful, to serious, in one heartbeat. My body must’ve instinctively sensed the danger, because my heart started racing. Other physiological changes began to take shape as well for me. The instantaneous electrical pulse straight to my clit, in response to his body language, was a reaction I couldn’t begin to comprehend.



Simon ran his hands down my sides and pulled my swimsuit bottom down to my ankles. I began to wiggle my ankles out of them but he stopped me. There was something far naughtier-looking about clothes being half-off, than being all the way off your body, and tucked away purposefully. He slid my feet toward me so that my knees were bent. He sat there staring at me for a moment, and then got up and sat in his own lounger. He never took his eyes off my legs, as if he was daring me to straighten them.



Now I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable. I imagined what I looked like to others, and as the thought came to my mind, my eyes began darting around. I had forgotten briefly that we were in public. Suddenly, I was completely aware that I was nude, with my swimsuit bottoms wrapped around my ankles like a bad little girl. Meanwhile, Simon was sitting next to me completely covered, in control and smiling. He had won in so many ways.



Not only did he manage to find my limit so quickly, he also managed to get me to feel the uncontrollable urge to submit to him completely. I don’t pretend to understand how it happened, but I do know that it was more stimulating than any single act of lovemaking, or foreplay, I’d ever experienced. My erect nipples were a dead giveaway to Simon, and no amount of acting could cover-up what was happening inside me.



Simon finished slathering his own body, and then rotated his chair so that he was facing me directly. He lathered up his hands one last time and slipped his palm between my legs to make sure that my sex was covered. He let out a small chuckle when his finger dipped slightly into my opening, where he could feel that I was soaking wet. I stayed in that position, despite the onlookers and the waiter.



Simon kept his suit on, but I could tell he was hard the entire day. Occasionally, he would stroke himself through his trunks absent-mindedly while glancing at my pussy lips. I just grew wetter and wetter, watching him. We really needed this vacation.



The sun set much quicker than expected, and it reminded us just how hungry we both were. Simon reached down to my swimsuit bottoms and pulled them up over me. He sat down next to me on my lounger and kissed me hard. I had sobered up from the flight and from my little escapade, and now I was more thoughtful about my actions. My response to his hard kiss was responsive, but not overly wanton. I wanted him like never before, but I knew he was going to make me wait. That much I gathered from our past experiences.



Simon showered, and then I showered. When I came out, my clothes were laid out on the bed for me. Simon was missing, but I just continued to get ready and dressed. The skirt was a wrap-around mini and the top was a halter variety, light green and very sheer. After the beach, this was hardly embarrassing. I was just finishing up my hair when Simon returned, drinks in hand. We touched glasses and toasted to “our coming adventures”, as Simon put it.



Dinner was interesting. It was our first experience at the buffet so we sampled a lot of different food. We met another couple visiting from North Carolina and made small talk about their flight troubles and the weather, etc. Their names were Mike and Carly. Carly was short for Caroline. She adopted the nickname to avoid the obvious jokes about living in North Carolina.



They were roughly our age, maybe a little younger, and they were married. This was their third day in Mexico, so they had a lot to share about the tours, the service, the food, etc. They were an unusually attractive pair, I thought. He was bald with blue eyes, and she was blonde with blue eyes. They were particularly open and friendly and we hit it off with them immediately.



We retired onto the outside deck near the bar and continued drinking and talking until the wee hours of the morning. I didn’t even remember that we vowed to meet them on the beach at noon until Simon reminded me around 11 the next day.



When we arrived on the beach, both Carly and Mike were nude and sunbathing. Mike was face down, but sat up to greet us as we approached. Carly didn’t hesitate to hug me. The feeling of her pert little mounds against my chest was really very different than Teresa’s had been that night a few weeks before. That feels like a dream to me now.



Simon dropped his trunks as though he’d done it a thousand times. Nothing seemed to shake his confidence. It laid the groundwork for me to do the same. I was leaning over to lay out my towel when Simon leaned toward me and pulled my bottoms down. I looked at him knowingly as I stepped out of them. He then untied my top and tucked both pieces in our bag. I pretty quickly lay down on my lounger. For those few moments, I was painfully aware of being on complete display for our new friends. It was Simon’s little way of reminding me who was in charge.



Throughout the day, we ordered drinks and talked. I became completely unaware of being nude sitting there. Carly and I got up to go for a dip to cool off, and only then was I reminded of our lack of clothing. The air would hit the areas of my body that had been relatively sheltered, and I became aware of their exposure. The cool water felt wonderful as it brushed past my body. Simon and Mike joined us in the ocean. I couldn’t help but watch Mike as he approached. I would’ve averted my eyes sooner if I had thought about it more clearly. Simon could most definitely see what my eyes were fixated on.



I didn’t want to give Simon the wrong idea. I just hadn’t seen another man’s privates in quite a long time. I kept telling myself that I was just curious and that was all.



In the water, Simon stood behind me, and Mike behind Carly. Simon wasn’t shy about where his hands wandered on my body, and I noticed that Mike had no boundaries with Carly, either. They seemed to enjoy watching the other one tweak their mate’s nipples and run their hands between their legs. Neither Carly, nor I, were ashamed to show our arousal.



It was late afternoon and most of the sunbathers had retired for dinner. We walked up to the semi-private cabanas that were now empty, and lay down on the padded double loungers there. Mike and Carly were on one lounger, Carly’s back to Mike as he propped himself up on one elbow. We assumed the same position so that we were facing them. At first we just resumed conversation, but that didn’t last long.



Mike more or less changed the mood by pulling his wife’s leg over his leg, spreading her thighs to allow his fingers to probe her pussy. He then spread her lips exposing her clit for us to see. Carly started moaning and grinding her hips. The show was extremely sensual and I could feel my juices starting to flow as I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I could feel Simon grow harder against my back and I couldn’t help but to arch my back and rub my ass against it.



Mike continued to work on Carly’s clit, and judging from her sounds, she was very close to orgasm. The sounds she made were enough to drive me crazy. Apparently, Simon felt the same way because in one motion Simon positioned his extremely hard dick underneath me and slid up into my wet pussy. My cries joined with Carly’s in perfect harmony. Mike followed Simon’s move and fucked his wife furiously until they both came.



The next few minutes that followed should have been the most uncomfortable, but Carly spoke first.

“Now that’s what I call afternoon delight, don’t ya think?!”



“Amazing!” I found myself saying.



We laid there for awhile talking very openly and bluntly about how fantastic the sex had been. Our suits were still damp from our swim and so we opted to just wrap our towels around us for the walk back to the room. Mike and Carly were only one building over from us, so we arranged for them to stop by and knock on our door to go to dinner.



In the room alone, Simon started the conversation.



“So what do you think of Mike?”



“What do you mean? How?”



“Well, I noticed you looking at his cock when we were joining you for a swim. Do you want him?”



I hardly let him finish before I blurted out, “No! I don’t want him. I was just curious, and you know, it was something new to look at, but I want you, Simon.”



He laughed out loud and it was obvious that my reasoning wasn’t working on Simon. It didn’t help that Mike’s dick happened to be spectacular.



“I don’t mean, in place of me.”



He started to speak again but stopped and let that statement just hang in the air for a few moments.



I was beginning to realize what he was talking about. Simon allowed me to sit and think about it for a few minutes before he spoke.



“I would like to watch Mike fuck you.”



His directness was almost alarming, and it seemed to suck the air from my lungs for a moment. The fact of the matter was, I wanted to fuck Mike. From the moment he began playing with Carly on the lounger, I started wishing I were her. But the guilt I felt inside made me feel very conflicted.



Simon stepped in again, this time he took my face into his hands and kissed me gently on the lips. He ran his hands down my body and up again, caressing my skin lovingly. Then he leaned in and whispered in my ear.



“I know how you feel about me, Jess. Let go of all the other crap you’re feeling right now. I’m not asking you to do this.”



With that, the decision wasn’t mine, anymore, and the pressure was off of me. My clit started to throb with great force and I suddenly felt very weak. Simon’s wish became my only desire, and I could think of little else while dressing for dinner.



Simon chose an outfit even more provocative than the night before for me to wear. I felt very sexy in my high heels and sheer, tight dress. I piled my hair up on my head and paid special attention to my make-up. When I walked out of the restroom for Simon’s inspection, he proudly smiled.



“You look gorgeous, baby!”



The suspense while waiting for them to arrive at our bungalow was torture for me. How is this going to unfold? What is Carly going to do? Will Simon fuck Carly? I didn’t ask him that. I didn’t know how far his fantasy went, and I didn’t know exactly how to bring it up with Simon; they were due to arrive any second.



The knock on the door finally came and Carly came bounding into our room to take a look around. I don’t know where she gets the energy, I swear. Mike leaned in and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek. In reality, it was probably a normal kiss but it seemed to linger to me, as I took in his smell and feel. Carly pointed out the differences in the room styles quickly, and then proclaimed that she was both hungry, and could use a drink. We walked to the buffet, and dinner commenced.



Our conversation was more frank and open than before. Carly didn’t hesitate to share with us a cute little story about Mike’s last faux pas in bed, and Mike wasn’t at all embarrassed by it. It was really cute how comfortable they were with each other and with us. My eyes started surveying Mike’s appearance.



He was wearing a white shirt and khaki pants. His hairy, tan chest looked particularly inviting beneath the white linen and I closed my eyes for a brief second imagining what it might feel like against my face. Simon casually and inconspicuously directed my hand across his crotch so I could feel that he was growing harder. I kept my legs together with all my might so as not to allow any of my free-flowing juices to escape to the back of my dress.



It was still very unclear to me just how the whole thing was going to play out, but Simon didn’t seem at all disturbed or worried about it. I began to wonder if he had it already planned, but I couldn’t imagine how.



We got up from dinner and fetched one more round of drinks. We then began walking away from the lights and the people. When we reached the end of the walkway, with only sand ahead of us, I paused to remove my heels. It was Mike who came to my rescue, running his hands down my bare legs and lifting my feet up to remove my shoes. Simon released me so that I had to balance myself on Mike’s shoulders. Carly was a few paces ahead and squealed when she saw a land crab scurry to his hole in the sand. Simon ran up to her and they both started laughing and running toward the water to try to catch one.



Mike and I were alone as he removed my second shoe. My heart rate quickened. He stood up slowly and looked me in the eyes. His right hand ran down my back and onto my ass. He squeezed gently, caressing my bottom for a few moments while looking in my eyes. My lips parted and I let out a tiny cooing noise. Mike smiled and took my hand in his as we stepped onto the sandy beach. He continued to hold my heels in his left hand as we walked toward Simon and Carly.



I felt a little uncomfortable as we approached. They were sitting on the step by the cabanas we occupied earlier. Carly is a lot like me in that when she senses someone is uncomfortable, she tries her hardest to make them feel at ease.



“Just so you know, Jessie, Mike always starts by holding hands. Don’t let him fool you; he’ll be up your skirt in no time.”



I acted shocked at the prospect, dropped his hand and coyly said, “Is that true? Are you trying to seduce me?”



Carly giggled at my display, and this just fueled Mike’s reaction.



“I’m not trying to do anything.” Mike said with a sly grin on his face.



He then dropped my shoes, took my hand again, and spun me around so he was behind me with his arms around me.



“If I were going to seduce you, I might do something like this.”



With that, he slipped his hand into my dress and cupped my breast. I exhaled audibly. The combined feel of a strange hand, coupled with Simon’s obvious hard-on was so arousing. Mike was growing harder, too and he began to rub his cock against my butt. I arched my back and Mike took that as a cue to lift my dress. His fingers were now spreading my pussy lips like he had done earlier on Carly. He wasn’t as skilled as Simon at working my clit, but the fact that this was someone different, added to my arousal greatly.



We worked our way into the partially closed cabana and Carly slid in behind Mike, reaching around his sides. She unbuckled and unzipped his pants and ran them, and his underwear, down to his ankles, helping him step out of them completely. I could feel his hard cock against my bare ass. He was slightly thicker than Simon and not quite as long, but his head was magnificently large.



Carly knelt down in front of me and ran her tongue between my pussy lips to my clit. I can only imagine how swollen it must’ve been. She flicked it with her tongue and then sucked on it until my hips started thrusting toward her face. I was just beginning my orgasm when Mike slid inside me from behind. The sensation of that large head penetrating me at that moment, sent me into a very powerful orgasm. Carly stood up and stepped back as Mike lay me down on the mattress and began to really pound hard into me. I was so completely lost in the moment I nearly forgot to check on Simon. When I finally pulled myself up onto my elbows and looked over, he was about to come into his hand. His orgasm was violent, I could tell by his piercing eyes, and the fact that he had to lay down immediately afterward to regain the blood flow to his brain.



Mike lasted another second after Simon, his last couple of thrusts caused me to yell out in ecstasy. His cock was rock hard and felt so thick inside me.



Carly was the only one who didn’t benefit much from the exchange, and I suddenly felt bad for her. I reached out for her hand and when Mike withdrew, she came and lay down with me. She leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips and then whispered in my ear.



“Did you like that?”



I nodded and smiled. Carly pulled me closer and wrapped her arms around me. The only thing I could feel from her was genuine caring and loving. There was no jealousy or regret. I only needed one more affirmation that this was okay.



Simon finally sat up and brushed himself off. Mike was dressed, and I had pulled my dress back down so we were all pretty much pulled together. Simon walked over to Carly and I, and stroked my hair. He bent down and kissed me on the forehead.



We stayed out a little while longer and then retired to our separate bungalows. Once alone with Simon, I could feel the guilt. I didn’t want to admit it, but it was there. I started off for the shower right away but Simon stopped me.



“Where are you going?”



“I’m going to jump in the shower.”



“Hmmm…you don’t usually go straight to the shower. Do you have something to hide? Have you been with another man?” Simon began.



I was stunned and didn’t know what to say. Either he was playing a little game with me, or he had completely lost his mind. I froze for a moment and then sheepishly replied, “Um, no.”



Simon walked up to me and grabbed my arm abruptly.



“Spread your legs.” He commanded.



Then he reached down and slid his fingers up my wet pussy. He brought his fingers up to his face and said, “I smell another man’s cum.”



He took his wet fingers and ran them across my lips a couple of times and then applied pressure to force my mouth open so he could slide them in.



“Can you taste it?”



I nodded. Strangely, I could feel myself becoming aroused again. My breath quickened and I could feel my body begin to tremble.



“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?!”



I nodded and cast my eyes to the ground.



“I want to hear you say it.”



“I’ve been a naughty girl,” I said, weakly.



“Lift up your dress and bend over that bed. Spread your legs.”



I obeyed swiftly.



Simon walked up behind me and started massaging my butt cheeks vigorously then he pulled his hand back and spanked me hard. I yelped and started to stand up, but he just shoved my head back down toward the mattress and whacked me again. The stinging sensation was like no spanking I remembered from my youth. I’d never had this done to me as an adult, and I certainly never imagined that it would add to my stimulation.



“I bet you like being filled with cum, don’t you, you bad girl?”



I nodded again, too afraid to say the wrong thing.



Simon leaned over to the nightstand. I didn’t look up to see what he retrieved but it was obvious in the next second that it was lubricant.



“Spread your butt cheeks.”



I reached around my back and pulled my cheeks apart.



“Wider.” He commanded.



I obliged, and then felt the cold liquid directly on my hole. My clit was throbbing by that time, and Simon could surely see my outer lips pulsating in my near-orgasmic state.



He unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. His cock was enormous, hard and red. He pressed his thumb against my anus just for a brief moment and then slid his rock hard dick into place.



“I’m going to fuck you so hard in the ass, and then fill you up, so you’ll have two men’s cum seeping from your holes. That’s what bad girls like, isn’t it?”



“Yes,” I barely managed to say between breaths.



My body started to shake. Simon had never really entered me there when he was that engorged. We always prefaced our sessions with other sex first, so he was a little softer during penetration. This is either going to be the most painful lesson, or the most pleasurable experience ever.



Simon started to put pressure on my anal opening and the feeling was incredible. I started my orgasm as his head passed my sphincter muscle, and by the time he was buried inside me, I was screaming out loud in full orgasmic pleasure. His orgasm was forceful and his last thrust while he came, slammed me onto the bed. I nearly passed-out. I could feel my cheeks flush and the room went gray. I’m fairly certain my heart was about to pound out of my chest. For a moment, I seriously thought I might require medical assistance.



Simon withdrew, and I could feel wetness seeping from both openings. I lay there, not thinking about anything. My mind was blank.



Simon spoke first. “Are you alright, baby?”



I nodded, but didn’t trust myself to speak.



Simon curled up behind me and began stroking my hair while he talked.



“Today you’ve given so much of yourself to me. I don’t understand how you can do it, how you can be that unselfish and loving. You’re amazing, Jess.



“I wish I could describe how beautiful you looked with Mike inside you. It was so incredible! I had one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had. Only to be topped by this one. I just can’t get enough of you.”



It took a few minutes for his words to take effect. His tone had changed so drastically. He spoke freely, and he sounded so completely happy. What just happened? It’s like I gave my penance, and now I don’t feel guilty anymore.



I felt more dedicated to giving myself to that man than ever before. How did he do that?



We talked until we fell asleep. We talked about the day, and how happy we were, and how perfect everything was between us.



The next day was sad because it was the day Mike and Carly were leaving. They had an afternoon flight so we ate breakfast together but the mood was very different. I hated to see our new friends go so soon. I was going to miss Carly immensely.



Simon and Mike shook hands and exchanged phone numbers, then they hugged. Carly hugged me and held me for a long time. We just swayed there for a few minutes. If we would’ve had one more night together, I think there would have been a few more firsts for me.



The rest of the vacation was both relaxing and rejuvenating. Our sex life had just received a huge boost, as our trust in one another deepened greatly. I felt like nothing could come between us.



Chapter 16



Vacation has a way of shielding you from work stress while you desperately struggle to catch-up. My wonderful memories of our trip kept me warm those first few days back in the office. Our second day back from Mexico marked my actual 32nd birthday. We pretty much celebrated my birthday the whole time we were in Mexico, so I insisted that Simon not make a big deal out of it. Anyway, there isn’t anything special about 32.



Simon didn’t get any breaks at all from work after we got back. His work was becoming more intrusive on our time, as his company was coming to rely on him more in the office. We weren’t even back from Mexico one week when Simon received notice that he was needed in Dubai for two weeks to meet with some Project Engineers.



I was shocked because Simon had not traveled without me since we met, and this would be our first time apart. I could understand that this opportunity to work on engineering marvels was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for him, but my heart ached at the thought of being without him for that long. I didn’t have very much time to think about it. Simon was on a flight a mere 6 days later.



Our trip was still fresh in my mind and this just made me miss him that much more. At first, I found myself wandering around the apartment nude, just as I would if he were there. I would lie on the bed with my eyes closed and run my hands up and down my body, caressing my nipples then sliding my hand between my legs. I would start by cupping my pussy in my hand, lightly caressing my outer lips. Then I would penetrate my outer lips and sink my fingers inside.



I fantasized about being at our resort. I could see Simon’s face when he came on the beach while watching Mike fuck me. I leaned over to the bedside table and fetched my rabbit vibrator. I slipped it inside me while allowing the vibrating ears to rest on my clit. As I relaxed into the images in my mind, I started to orgasm. When the spasms were over, and the after-shock in my clit settled down, I felt empty. Not alone, exactly. Just no feeling at all.



I tried to concentrate intently on work, but the nights were difficult. I finally asked my friend, Lisa if she wanted to go out for happy hour or dinner on Friday. She and I had been to lunch several times, but didn’t go out much at night since I’d been seeing Simon.



When Friday finally arrived, we met at Kona Grill at around 5:15. The place was buzzing with activity. I hadn’t realized how popular it had become in the last year. Our first couple of drinks went down fast. It was obvious I really needed the diversion. I don’t know how many drinks I had had, or how long we had been there, when I spotted Martin across the room. The place was packed, and I had to crane my neck to see who he was with. I was expecting to see him with business associates, so I was immensely surprised to spy a red-headed woman leaning in and passionately kissing him on the lips. When she pulled her face away, I could see that it was Jill.



I froze, and I guess I didn’t believe my eyes, because I continued staring, waiting for some other explanation. His next kiss involved his tongue; I could see it probing her mouth. I was absolutely certain that this was not an accidental, drunk kiss. They were intimately involved.



I wished I could call Simon right then. I couldn’t wait to tell him, but I would have to wait an entire week longer before I would have the chance. I tried to think back to Martin’s parties to search my memory for any signs that this was going on then, but I couldn’t think clearly. The alcohol was definitely having its effect on me.



I suddenly had a strong urge to leave the bar. I didn’t want to get caught by either Martin or Jill. Lisa had managed to switch to water at some point in the evening, and so she was designated the driver. I was thankful, because it got me out of the apartment, and my empty bed, for one entire night.



The next morning I woke up on Lisa’s sofa. My head was thick and throbbing, with a mild burning sensation coming from somewhere in my brain. I needed more sleep but my aching head wouldn’t let me go there. When I was able to focus on the coffee table a few feet away, I noticed ibuprofen and a bottle of water sitting there. God bless Lisa. I took 3 pills, drank most of the water, and lay back down.



My mind began to wander back to Jill and Martin. I remembered that Jill was escorted by different men the times I had seen her at Martin’s, and at other parties we attended. I never saw her at an event that Martin wasn’t at, but that could just have been a coincidence. I couldn’t remember seeing them together much. They talked, of course but nothing out of the ordinary.



I knew there was no way of figuring this out without Simon. I had something really interesting to ponder with him now. Sort of a little mystery to uncover.



I tried to figure out how I felt about it. I wasn’t a big fan of Teresa. She had her moments, but all in all, she wasn’t very easy to like. I also wasn’t sure how much I liked Martin. He was Simon’s best friend and so I tolerated him, but he was self-centered, and borderline arrogant at times. On the other hand, I really liked Jill. I couldn’t begin to understand why she would pick Martin to have a relationship with. The thought of them together started to make me feel a little nauseous. Thankfully, sleep found me.



I stayed on that sofa until Saturday evening. Lisa drove me to my car and I drove home from there. I was surprised to find a message on my machine from Simon.

~Hey, baby. How are you doing? I don’t even know what time it is there. I hope you’re doing okay and that you miss me. I miss you….



The rest of the message was filled with flight details and airport transportation arrangements. I had begged him to allow me to drive him to the airport and pick him up. I was so mad that I had missed his call. I left the apartment for one night and blew my chance to talk to him. Regret just seemed to weigh heavy on top of my hangover.



I could hardly drive fast enough to the airport the following Friday. Simon’s flight was delayed by 50 minutes and the wait felt like the longest of my life. He hardly looked liked himself when he walked through the door. Obviously tired, he looked much older in his face, and I immediately noticed that he was even darker tan than when he left. His hair seemed lighter blonde, too. He bent over to hug me and I thought he wouldn’t let go. We stood there for a long time, embracing. When he pulled away, he appeared to have been crying a bit.



This seemed a little out of character for Simon, but I passed it off as him being tired. We collected his bags and headed for the car. Our conversation was centered on his flights, the customs procedures, and things of that nature. In my excitement, I forgot all about Martin and Jill.



Simon slept for nearly two straight days. He was dehydrated and extremely tired from being in the magnified sun of Dubai. I waited on him hand-and-foot and hardly left his side, while making sure that I remained nude for his viewing pleasure. My efforts paid off. The next couple of days I called in sick to work and we just stayed in bed. The Simon I knew and loved soon returned, and it appeared as though our routine would pick up where it had left off.



Finally I remembered to mention my night out with Lisa.



“OH! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you this….while you were out of town, Lisa and I went out to Kona Grill and I saw Martin there with Jill. I mean, with Jill. I think they might be seeing each other.”



Simon replied in an even tone. “They are.”



“What?! Are he and Teresa broken up?”



“Not exactly.”



“Well, does Teresa know about Jill?”



“Uh, yes…I mean, probably she does. He’s been seeing Jill off and on for over two years.”



“What’s going on?”



“Martin’s relationship with Jill, and with Teresa, is a little complicated. I’m not sure I understand it. Teresa doesn’t care that Martin sees Jill as long as Teresa can continue to live in the house and spend Martin’s money. I even think that Martin is probably in love with Jill, but he doesn’t know it.”



“Are you kidding me? That’s bizarre! Why didn’t you tell me before?”



“I don’t know. Because it’s too hard to explain, maybe. They do all kinds of things that are a little out there, if you know what I mean.”



“Like, what?”



“I don’t want to go into it right now. It’s just bizarre.”



Simon was usually so open about things to me but it was obvious that he didn’t want to talk about this. I wanted to press him, but I didn’t. He waited a couple of minutes and then out of the blue he matter-of-factly said, “I have to go back to Dubai next week.”



I was too stunned to respond. I just let the words hang in the air while I held my breath. It was clear to me at that point, that the conversation about Martin was just too meaningless for Simon to focus on with another trip on his mind.



While I sat there in silence, Simon walked over to his laptop case and produced an itinerary. The flight times were the same as before. He was going to be gone for three and a half weeks this time. My heart sank. Then I noticed something very odd. The date the reservations were made was June 17th. That was before we left for Mexico.



My mind began to race with all sorts of questions. How long has he known about these trips? How many more are planned? Why didn’t he tell me before? What is this all about?



A tear began to roll down my right cheek. Somehow my conscious mind was unwilling to completely accept what my brain was already processing. I felt numb throughout my entire body. I wanted to say something, but I struggled with the words. Simon waited patiently for me to speak.



“I don’t know what to say. These reservations were made over a month ago.”



Simon nodded weakly, “Yes, they were. I didn’t know how to tell you before our vacation.”



“Are there more flights to Dubai scheduled after this one?” I tried not to sound accusatory but it was difficult, given the fact that I beginning to feel a little betrayed.



“None right now.” He started to say more but stopped. I waited for him to continue for a few quiet moments, but he didn’t.



You could feel the wedge inching between us. It was awful. I felt hurt; he didn’t know how to fix it. Our safe little world had been breached. To me it felt like our perfect relationship had just hit its first real pothole. Maybe our relationship was never perfect to begin with, by most people’s standards. Our lifestyle was a little out of the ordinary, but it made both of us immensely happy. Hell, more than that. I was more active, productive, and successful in nearly every aspect of my life. It was all connected to this part of me that Simon had helped to bring out.



I wanted to get into a fight about it; to protest, somehow. I wanted to scream and cry out loud. That’s how I would have reacted before I met Simon. I would have poured all my energy into complaining about something that was out of my control. And when it was all over, nothing would be different. The end result would be the same…Simon would be leaving in a few short days.



I took a deep breath and just sat back. I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t concerned about the fact that he didn’t tell me, and I wouldn’t be able to mask my worrying about where this might be heading. I was hoping Simon would find some way to help me through the pain I was feeling.



“Are you okay, Jess?”



“Oh, I think I’m mostly just upset because I’m going to miss you, that’s all.” I lied.



Simon paused for a few seconds. He knew I was lying but he chose to ignore it.



“I need to go over to Martin’s house today and take care of some business.”



What business?! “Okay. When will you be back?”



“I’ll meet you back here around 6 or so.”



With that, Simon kissed me quickly and was out the door. It was possibly the most awkward exchange we’d ever had. Truth be told, I needed the time alone.



I sat on the floor with my head on the coffee table, bawling. It was that kind of crying that makes you wretch like you are about to throw-up. My thoughts were completely irrational: How did I get myself into this? Why am I so doomed to relationship failure? I blamed our Mexico escapades on his pulling away, even though the travel plans were made before we even met Mike and Carly. That was latent guilt trying to stake claim.



When I finally stopped sobbing, my thoughts became a little more rational. What kind of business did he have to take care of with Martin? Something more is going on that he isn’t telling me about. I debated about whether or not to ask him when he returned. The truth could be worse than what I know now, and I just don’t want to feel any worse than I already do.



The next few days before Simon’s departure, we spent working through the minutia of daily life. I barely held onto my sanity. Even though Simon did most of the work, our routine was placed on hold so he could handle the mundane tasks of stopping mail service, handling bills, etc. Our relationship had become what most people would call normal. We didn’t have sex. Neither of us felt like it. Simon was different in other ways, too. He wasn’t the take control man I fell in love with. He forced me to make decisions around the apartment. On our last full day together I tested him by jumping out of bed in the morning to go to the restroom; he didn’t say a word. I started to feel very sad and depressed.



I cried a lot that Thursday when he left. I wallowed in complete self-pity. After that day, I changed back into the way I was before I met Simon. I wore pants to work, shorts and jeans at home, and at night. I ate whatever I wanted, when I wanted; sometimes skipping meals, altogether. My interactions at work were less disciplined, and some of my office relationships were beginning to suffer. I don’t think I noticed all that at the time.



Three and a half weeks was a long time apart. It was plenty of time to become clinically depressed, however, and plenty of time to screw-up nearly everything Simon loved about me.



Simon caught a cab to the apartment and arrived while I was at work. He wanted to surprise me, so he didn’t call. It ended up being Simon who was surprised. The apartment was a mess. I’d managed to keep up with the kitchen and bathroom, but the entire place was cluttered. Then there was the undeniable expression on his face when he saw me walk through the door.



I had gained a few pounds and lost my tan. My nails weren’t done and my clothes were frumpy. I was happy to see him, and I hugged him and kissed him immediately, but in that time apart, I had lost my sex drive completely. I missed Simon very much, but not in that way. He sensed the change immediately.



We didn’t talk about it right away. We ate dinner, watched some television, and then we talked about his work, how challenging it was, and how exciting it was to work with talented people. I didn’t feel like talking about my work situation, so Simon carried the conversation. In some ways it was difficult to listen to what he was saying. Finally, when we were about to undress for bed, Simon changed the topic.



“Can you take next week off, Jess?”



“I think so. Why?”



My question seemed to bother him. I don’t know if it was because he thought I was questioning him, or because I didn’t sound anxious to spend time with him. Time apart had created a wedge between us that was undeniable.



Simon’s face turned more serious and I could tell he was thinking hard about what to say or do next. He started breathing heavier and my heart rate quickened in response to his non-verbal cues. I very sheepishly began to undress. I had been sleeping in a t-shirt and panties since his departure, but I knew any indication toward that attire would not be acceptable. When I finished undressing, I quickly jumped under the covers. I was uncomfortable because I felt naked.



Simon hadn’t made a move toward undressing for bed. He stood bedside and continued to ponder while he watched my display. After I was safely under the covers, he walked into the closet and returned with a scarf in his hand. His actions were swift and deliberate. He yanked the covers down to the foot of the bed, leaving me completely exposed. Next, he climbed onto the bed, still fully dressed. Holding each end of the scarf and pulling it tightly, he forced it into my mouth like a gag and quickly tied the ends behind my head. It happened so fast, I didn’t have time to think or to react. I was shocked. He grabbed both my wrists with his hands and then placed both wrists in his right hand behind my neck. My knees instinctively bent and I squirmed to my side to protect my body from harm. His free hand deliberately slid between my now exposed butt cheeks and I straightened my legs back up and pressed my back and butt against the bed. With wide eyes and a heart pounding out of my chest, I froze. I could feel my body begin to tremble a little. Simon didn’t move. He held me in place while my mind began to process what was happening.



I looked into his eyes and I could see that he was no longer working out what he was going to do. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, and now he was just waiting to execute. His calm control started to have its effect on me. I could feel myself letting go of my need to control the situation. When I began to show less resistance, Simon rewarded me by stroking my face and pulling the strands of hair away from my eyes. Without breaking eye contact, his hand trailed down to my breast. He firmly massaged my right breast until my nipple grew hard and then he very abruptly tweaked it. I let out a tiny cry through my gag as my body twitched. His manner was distinctly serious rather than playful and as much as I trusted this man, I was a little fearful.



His hand ran down my stomach and to the outer lips of my pussy. My legs were clamped together. Simon’s lips pursed a bit and his expression turned flat. This was enough for me to part my legs swiftly. I knew he could force them apart if he wanted to; he didn’t have to prove that. He neither looked pleased nor displeased at my motion. He cupped my pussy in his hand and vigorously massaged it. He didn’t part my lips and expertly stimulate my clit as he had done so many times before. He wasn’t trying to please me. Instead, he forcefully penetrated my vagina with two fingers and began violently fucking me with his hand. I cried out as much as I could through the scarf, and I tried to free my hands to stop him, but he placed all his weight on top of me and held me in place. Then he held his hand still and wiggled his fingers right against my g-spot. At first I thought I would urinate right on him, and then I started to come despite myself. I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth.



On the one hand, I was mad he was doing that to me, and on the other hand, I really wanted to orgasm. I started to pump my pelvis to finish, but he swiftly withdrew his fingers. I began to whimper, begging him with my eyes to continue. Simon started to half-heartedly laugh at me in a very demeaning way. He leaned in close to my face and spoke in a low tone.



“I am going to let go of your wrists and untie your gag. You are not to utter a word unless spoken to, and you’re not going to move your hands or legs. Is that clear?”



I nodded.



Simon released me as promised, and the only thing keeping me in place was obedience. He relaxed his stare, daring me to disobey. I lay perfectly still. Simon undressed and stood there watching me. I could feel my nipples grow harder and my pussy get wetter. For the first time in weeks, I was becoming aroused. Simon noticed, and his arousal was evident. He stroked his hard dick while staring at me. My chest started to rise and fall rapidly with my quickening breath. I was whipping myself into a frenzy of desire.



Simon moved across the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He teased me mercilessly by running the tip of his cock up and down my wet lips, nearly penetrating a couple of times. He was in complete control and in no hurry, whatsoever. If I even made the slightest attempt to take matters into my own hands, he sat back on his heels and started stroking himself. He clearly indicated that he didn’t need my wet pussy to get off. I, however, needed him.



“Why should I fuck you?” He asked plainly.



I swallowed hard. “Um, because I’m so wet and hot. My pussy is throbbing. I want you more than anything right now. Please, Simon. Don’t make me beg. Please fuck me. Please.”



Simon didn’t move. He grinned slightly and continued stroking his dick.



“I’ve noticed you’ve changed a few things in my absence. I don’t like it.”



“I’m sorry…” Simon cut me off with a slap to my inner thigh.



“I didn’t tell you to speak, and I didn’t ask you a question.”



His words were stern but his tone was even. There was no emotion indicating he was angry. The slap didn’t hurt me; it was the sound of it that abruptly quieted me.



“Do you like yourself better in men’s clothing, living like a slob, and not caring for yourself at all?”



I shook my head, a little afraid to speak. Tears started to well up in my eyes. He was right. I hated myself that way.



“I don’t want to have to go through this, Jess. You are going to have to make up your mind to do some things for you, not me. I’m not always around.”



The tears fell backward onto my wrists and to the bed. I hadn’t just let him down, I had let myself down.



Simon leaned over me and kissed me gently on the lips. He started with little pecks and then he parted my lips with his tongue and more passionately began kissing me. I felt my whole body relax. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. How much I will always love him.



He pulled me up and over his body as he lay on his back. My arms were free and I grabbed his neck and completely lost myself in kissing. My legs were spread and straddling him. Simon reached down and positioned his cock and then pulled me down onto him. My vagina must’ve shrunk slightly because he felt much larger than before.



Simon let out a groan at the feel of my tight, wet pussy. His pleasure sent me into a wild frenzy. I sat up and lifted my knees so my feet were on the bed and I could control the motion up and down. As active as our sex life was, we had never done it like that before. It felt terrific at first. I could change where he rubbed against me with my body position. But I didn’t like being on top, being in control. I stopped moving and looked into Simon’s eyes. He knew exactly what was going on.



Simon sat up while I held onto his neck. He lifted me up and over onto my back and then thrust his hips hard into mine. I could feel his balls smack up against my ass at first, but then he grew harder and they drew up. He thrust deep inside me and the sensation came over me swiftly and violently. We came at very nearly the same time. I was maybe two strokes ahead of him.



I hooked my ankles around his back and clung to him tightly. Something inside my head was telling me that he was going away. And I didn’t want to let him go.



Chapter 17



It wasn’t terribly difficult to fall right back into our life together, especially with no work interruptions. However, Simon had higher expectations of my commitments to him than before. Even the smallest infractions were treated with severe punishment. I tried harder each day to stay out of trouble and finally, by the end of the week, I could get through an entire day without being cast to my knees. My abandon to his will was complete, and once again, I found myself walking around constantly aroused, content and completely free of stress.



I was on the floor about to pick up the newspaper one day when I heard his footsteps approaching from the bedroom. I sat back on my haunches, spread my knees and tilted my head back with my eyes shut. He walked up to me and touched my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His head tilted slightly and he stared at me. This time he spoke.



“I can never understand you. I can predict what you will do, but I can’t feel it. It makes me sad in a way.”



His voice trailed off and his mind went elsewhere as his gaze drifted to the empty space above my head.



I turned my head and kissed his hand, still resting on my cheek. His eyes darted back to mine. He smiled and gently placed his hand beneath my chin. I rose to my feet and he then wrapped his arms around me and lovingly kissed me on my forehead.



I had sensed his emotional turmoil many times when he viewed me in that position. He had not fully expressed it to me verbally until that moment. Unlike Simon, I never knew what he was going to do most of the time. He constantly kept me guessing and a little off-center. His attention to my every detail made me feel so special. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I can’t relate at all to wanting to be in control.



Simon interrupted our hugging. “Are you up for a ride?”



We headed out across town toward Lenexa, and so I figured we were headed to his house. The turn into his subdivision confirmed it. From down the street I could see it in his yard. It was a For Sale sign. The Volvo came to a stop directly in front of the house where I also noticed the Sold sign across the top. I began sobbing in my hands. He didn’t have to say a word. When I finally looked up, I noticed that Simon was also in tears.

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