Poppa Blues Erotica Shorts

Globes

2010-04-29T09:13:00.000-07:00

Gorgeous globes of gratitude

Generous groping lips

Precious peaks of passion

Pressed and pulled and pinched

Titillating twins tormented

Tortured twisted tips

Curvaceous crowns coronation

Queens of quivering flesh

Lasting lingering licks

Like lightning lights lust

Twirled and tweaked tenderly

‘tween them the tool is thrust

On areola oral opportunity arise

Wanton wild wishes wrought

While whipping wicked thighs

Beautiful bounty brought below

Behave at my behest

Nibbled naughty nipples nightly

Rapacious rubs request

Sultry Sucks and salacious sips

Scorching searing sin

Wonderful willful warmth

Where ultimately we win

The Wish

2010-02-17T03:51:00.000-08:00

It started as any other day would for me. I had a routine that I followed and today was no different except for the strange encounter that has changed my life forever. I began with my usual morning jog through the woods along the river. I remember it was a windy morning and the branches and trees swayed to their limit as forest canopy caught the strong gusts. I had come to a narrow section of path that opened up to a wooden bridge that traversed the river. As I headed through the narrow opening a strong gust of wind was captured by the low hung branch of a silver oak, which snapped under the strain. The large branch swung right into my path just as I was ducking to clear it striking me solidly in the forehead and laying me out on my back on the path. I lay there for a moment, dazed when I heard a voice speaking to me from the riverbank.

“Mister! Over here! Help!” The voice cried out. I blinked in disbelief when all I could see was a female mallard snagged against the bank in fishing line.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked foolishly, forgetting for a moment I was having a conversation with a duck!

“Yes of course! Do you see anyone else around?” The mallard asked sarcastically.

“That kind of tone isn’t going to win you many friends.” I replied a littler annoyed.

“Listen mister, I’ve been stuck here for hours so you’ll forgive me if I’m in a bit of a mood, but if you free me I’ll grant you a wish.” The duck offered apologetically.

“Now why would I believe a duck could grant me a wish?” I asked, my tone clearly one of disbelief.

“How many duck do you know that can talk?” asked the mallard and after a pause of silence while I tried to recall ever having met a duck that could talk before, I concluded this duck had a good point.

“I thought so!” Said the duck. “Now get me out of here!”

“Not so fast!” I exclaimed before asking, “How do I know I’ll get my wish?”

“I guess you’ll have to trust me. After all what have you got to lose?” The duck asked, and I certainly couldn’t argue with his logic.

After several minutes I managed to untangle the line from the duck. She began quacking and swimming in circles fluttering her wings and wriggling her tail. “I’m free!” she exclaimed and now what is your wish kind sir?” she asked.

I had never given much thought to a wish before. What was the point really? Did wishes ever really come true? None that I knew of, unless they were fulfilled by my own hard work and efforts so I just wished for whatever came to me in that moment never believing it would come true.
“I wish I could have sex with anyone I want at will!” I exclaimed as just the thought of such a power brought a smile to my face.

The duck again began quacking, swimming in circles flapping it’s wings and wriggling it’s tail before exclaiming “It is done! Thank you kind sir and good luck!” With that the duck flew off.

I stood up and rubbed my head before jumping over the downed branch and continuing on my jog. While running along I began thinking I must be getting fat. I could feel my once tight chest was now bouncing along in rhythm to my step. “My God!” I screamed as I looked down at a pair of bouncing 36C breasts where once my manly chest had been!
As I stared down in shock my long blond hair streaked with sweat fell off my shoulders into my face. Without thinking I brushed it back behind my ears before realizing that I didn’t have long hair when I left the house this morning! “What the fuck…!” I screamed out as I headed toward a quiet pool in the river to view my reflection. There in the pool looking back at me was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen! Her lips were full and soft. Her eyes were shade of green like that of a mallard head. Her cheekbones were well defined and as I reached up to touch her soft skin I realized I was touching my own face! “Holy shit!” I whispered in shocked disbelief.

Obviously I wasn’t going to work today, I thought, as I stood in shock wondering what am I going to do? I reached down inside my sweats to address the itch between my legs when I got the biggest shock of all. Instead of the humble but proud penis and balls that I was used to scratching was a hooded nub and a pair of pussy lips! My finger traced my new found slit and rubbed gentle circles around my clit as my mind tried to make sense of what had happened. Slowly the wetness between my legs began to build the heat at the center radiating out and down my thighs. I was no longer thinking about my predicament and instead was lost in the pleasure I was giving my self. My heart was racing and my breathing was quickening as I felt my first clitoral orgasm explode buckling my knees momentarily. I slid a hand under my shirt and began pulling and twisting my swollen nipple as I slid two finger into my hole. A moan leaped from my throat as I threw my head back fingering myself viciously when suddenly I felt my pussy twitching wildly, my thighs trembled and my legs almost collapsed under me as I cried out sending birds in flight from the branches above. I lay back on the path staring up at the sky while I tried to catch my breath and collect my thoughts.

“It’s the wish…that fucking duck!” I thought. I wanted to be able to get laid at will and this was the duck idea on how to make that happen? I must admit, the idea began to appeal to me even though it wasn’t what I had in mind, but after experiencing those orgasms, I thought, what the hell, why not give it a shot? Suddenly, I had the urge to shop for a new outfit and get ready for a night out at the clubs!

After having rushed home to shower, experience a couple more orgasms, and then change, I headed for the mall to get some things. I’m sure I was a sight as I walked into Victoria Secrets with my oversize jeans and tee shirt. Those clothes fit me well when I was a man but now hung from me like a mannequin at a Hip Hop boutique for inmates! Of course, there was no way I could wear those briefs hence the reason for my first stop. Well, that and the need for sexy lingerie for later.

My next stop was Macy’s where I found this cute little black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that, along with the push up bra I got from Victoria’s Secret revealed just enough of my voluptuous new breasts! I looked a little ridiculous walking around in that dress with a pair of men’s jogging sneakers so my next stop had to be for shoes. I found the perfect pair of stiletto heels in the Shoe Experience that accented the lines of my legs beautifully. They were a half size too small and difficult for me to walk in but at 50% off I couldn’t resist, and I got them to throw in a matching clutch!

I was almost ready but I had to make one more stop at the salon. After all, what the hell did I know about make up and hair? Besides, these damn shoes were already beginning to hurt my feet! After a shampoo, cut, curl, manicure and makeover Cindy held the mirror up behind me. “You look beautiful!” she exclaimed with pride in her work.

“Yes, I do don’t I? Thank you Cindy!” I exclaimed, smiling as I handed her a fifty.

By time I was finished with the salon it was dinnertime. It took me all day to make myself into this stunning sex goddess and I had some newfound sympathy for my sisters that had spent their entire lives doing the same thing. I must admit though, I was feeling really good about myself. I had a sense of great power like I could do anything, get anything I wanted and I was determined to do just that! First, I had to get something to eat.

I walked into the TGIF and sat at the bar pretending like I was waiting to meet someone.

“Can I get you anything?” asked the handsome bartender. He had been at the other end of the bar making his way around to his other customers when he spotted me taking a seat and he rushed right over.

“Perhaps just a glass of water.” I responded with a smile “I’m waiting for someone.”

The bartender had been glancing over at me and we exchanged smiles while I sat nursing my water before he came back to check on me.
“Can I get you anything else?” he asked politely. I leaned into him granting him a view of my remarkable cleavage, and began to cry.

“I’m sorry” I sniffed, “I was supposed to me a blind date here and I’m afraid he’s stood me up.”

“Don’t cry over that jerk! You’re so beautiful you could get any man you wanted!” he said trying to comfort me.

“It’s not just that,” I said “To make matters worse while I was trying on this dress someone stole my wallet out of my bag,” I sniffed.

“Listen, uh, what’s your name?” He asked

“Angela, but my friends call me Angie.” I sighed.

“Listen Angela, why don’t I get you a drink and a bite to eat then maybe you’ll feel better.” He said.

“Thanks… Bob is it?” I asked, looking at the golden nametag on his shirt and extending my hand to clasp his.

“Sure thing Angie!” he said smiling.

Wow! I thought I was in the zone! Dinner and drinks for free and I didn’t even have to kiss the guy! After I finished dinner I shook Bob’s hand and thanked him again. After handing him a bogus phone number, I headed back to my car and off to the dance club “Anthony’s” for more drinks, dancing, and multiple orgasms which, I had every intention of counting!

It was still early and the bar was sparsely populated. I took a seat at one corner and waited for the pretty bar maid to service me. She was flirting for tips with a group of guys at the opposite corner of the bar and had their attention except for one of the least attractive of the group that was eyeing me over. I flashed him a shy smile and watched as he instructed the barmaid to give me whatever it was I was drinking. I watched her as she walked towards me in her skintight short shorts wriggling her firm ass for the suckers at the bar. “Hi the boys down there would like to buy you drink.”

“Well isn’t that nice! What’s your name honey?” I asked her.

“I’m Susan and you are?” she asked as she extended her hand.

“My friends call me Angie,” I said. “Are those boys good tippers?”

“I do pretty well if I shake it enough for them” She said, laughing. “Men are suckers for a pretty flirt!”

“Tell me about it!” I laughed in agreement, “and they’re woefully inadequate at satisfying a woman!”

“You got that right Angie,” she said as she winked at me.

“Say Susan, what time do you get off tonight?” I asked rather boldly.

“That depends on when I get you in bed” she chuckled, “but I work until 2.”

“Then if I need a ride later you won’t mind taking me home?” I asked.

“Not at all sweetheart.” She said with a smile “now what are you drinking?”

“Grey Goose chilled with an olive.” I replied.

Susan poured the drink and placed it in front of me before leaving to wait on more customers. It was almost too easy, I thought, I already had a definite date tonight! I raised my glass and nodded to the gentleman that bought me the drink as he made his way over towards me.

“Hi. I’m Angie”, I said as I shook his hand “Thanks for the drink.”

“I’m Billy”, he said “and those are my friends Steve and Tom.”

Oh Christ! I thought, there’s no way I’m going to fuck this guy or any of his friends for that matter. Certainly it would take at least 3 more of these vodka martinis before I could even tolerate talking to them. For now though, I was going to milk them for all the drinks I could get until something better came along.

“Should we invite your friends to join us Billy or did you have other plans?” I asked teasingly.

“Well… I…uh… Billy stammered.

“You, er what Billy? You thought you would buy me a drink and I’d just roll over and let you fuck me?” I asked as I downed my drink.

“No! It’s not like that! I just thought I…er…was being friendly.” Billy explained.

“Well order me up another and let’s dance.” I commanded and Billy meekly obeyed.

I was laughing so hard on the inside I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face! This guy was like a puppet on a string. I could get anything I wanted out of him, but he wasn’t what I was looking for. After all, I was hot! I could have any guy I wanted and this guy didn’t even come close. I soon sent him packing back to his friends.

I spent the next couple of hours meeting people in the bar. One after another men would approach me buy me drinks and use their best lines or lame conversation in an effort to stick their anxious dicks between my thighs. There was the guy with the tan a white ring around his finger where his wedding band had been; telling me he and his wife had an “open relationship”.
“Yeah?” I asked, “then you wouldn’t mind taking me back to your place and having her join us would you?”

Then the countless others with their lame pick up lines.

“That dress would look great on the floor next to my bed.”

“Yeah? Well when I’m done with it I’ll let you borrow it asshole.”

“Say you want to see something swell?”

“Do you think you’ll be able to find it then? Asshole!”

“Would you like to dance or should I just screw myself again?”

“Just screw yourself I’d hate to break up a beautiful relationship, asshole!”

The funny thing was that even though I could have easily taken any one of these guys home and fucked the living shit out of them, I had no desire to! I was actually getting annoyed at even having to deal with them. I was even at the point where I was willing to buy my own drinks just so I didn’t have to talk to them!

By 2 o’clock I was pretty hammered and ready to call Susan on her promise to give me a lift home. I was actually looking forward to having sex with her. My pussy was getting moist just at the thought! I imagined her pretty face buried in my muff her tongue delicately titillating the tip of my clit bringing me to orgasm after orgasm! Hell I didn’t need some guy poking me in my pussy to feel good.

“Susan I think I’ll take you up on that ride home.” I said with a slight slur.

“Sure thing,” she said with a smile “and if you don’t mind my friend Jake need a lift as well.” She said taking Jake by the hand and introducing us.

Jake was a large muscular man with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. His thick arms were graced with numerous tattoos. He had dark mysterious eyes and a warm smile.
“Nice to meet you.” I slurred, as I wondered why I hadn’t seen him in the club until now.

When we got to my place I invited Susan and Jake up for a nightcap. I handed Jake a Beer and poured a glass of wine for Susan and myself. Jake sat in the recliner that faced the sofa where Susan and I sat next to each other. We toasted to new friends and made small talk for a few minutes, but I was beginning to feel a fire burn between my thighs and I knew the only way to quench it was to feed my desire. “You have beautiful tits Susan, do you mind if I touch them?” I asked.

“Yours are pretty nice to and I’ve been waiting all night to get my lips around them.” Susan said, as she guided my hand under her shirt. Her tits were firm but soft and as I caressed them I felt her nipple swelling between my fingers. She slid one hand up my thigh and leaned over pressing her lips against mine. I could see Jake shifting uncomfortably in the chair while he watched, the bulge in his jeans becoming more evident. Susan pulled away lifting her blouse over her head. I turned and held my hair up so that Susan could undo the zipper of my dress before I stood and let it pool at my feet. I unhooked my bra releasing my boobs from their bondage. I held them in my hands lifting them up towards my lips as my tongue flicked over my own nipples. Susan stood and wriggled out of her shorts her warm dark eyes watched me as she licked her pink full lips.

We embraced and kissed passionately our tongues slowly exploring the other’s mouth while our hands roamed over the other’s body. Susan had the sweetest and tightest ass I had ever felt on a woman and I couldn’t wait to taste her honey. Her hand slipped between my thighs and gently traced the outside of my slit before coming to rest on my clit forming gentle circles as we continued to kiss. I pushed her back onto the sofa and mounted her in the 69 position. I felt her face against my pussy her tongue darting into me set off my first orgasm. My moans of pleasure lost in Susan’s own depths, swallowed by her hungry hole as I drank in her nectar.

Susan wrapped her legs around me holding me tight against her pussy as her legs trembled and her hips bucked in ecstasy. Her grip also served to hold me in place while Jake took position behind me. I had forgotten all about Jake who had stripped naked as he watched events unfold before him. His massive erect cock was bigger than any I had ever seen in my lifetime and quite frankly I was afraid he’d split me in half with that thing! After all, I hadn’t been a woman for very long and I had no idea what I was capable of but I was about to find out!

Jake slid into me slowly as if he knew I’d never been fucked before. His massive member stretched me to the limit and I suddenly realized size does matter as my pussy surrounded his hot steel and quivered almost violently. He was moving in and out in short strokes while Susan sucked his balls. Susan was cumming again and again soaking my face with rivers or her sweet release. Jake had me by the hips and began pounding me harder, faster, while Susan’s tongue flicked along his shaft his movements to quick for her to maintain his balls in her mouth. I was screaming in pleasure my pussy wracked with tremors as I exploded in a gushing orgasm. Jake exploded inside of me steamy hot jets that seemed to spurt endlessly flooding out of pussy and spilling over Susan’s face.

I was not prepared for what was to happen next. Susan’s pussy quivered again a stream of warm water flooding out of her pussy. I felt as though I was drowning! I struggled to catch my breath to surface from her depths! I blinked hard. I was dazed, confused and flailing my arms!

“Are you all right?” I heard a female voice implore from out of the wet darkness.

“Looks like you had a nasty fall fella!” A deep gruff voice added as I blinked the water from my eyes.

Kneeling over me was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen! Her lips were full and soft. Her eyes were shade of green like that of a mallard head. With her was a tall muscular man with a ponytail his arms adorned with tattoos. Both of them were wearing jogging shorts with tee shirts and carrying water bottles.

“That’s quite a nasty bump on your head there hun!” said the beautiful woman.

“What happened to the duck?” I asked.

“Duck? What duck?” said the muscular man.

“Do you think we should take him to the hospital Jake?” asked the beautiful woman.

“Let’s get him to his feet Susan and we’ll see.” Jake replied.

“Do I know you?” I asked.

“I don’t think so. You were out cold there for a while mister! Just relax. I think you’ll be all right in a few minutes” Jake said.

“Maybe so I said, but I don’t think I’ll ever be the same!” I exclaimed.

The Escape

2010-02-03T03:59:00.000-08:00

Jane held Bill tight her arms wrapped tightly around him and arched her back to meet his thrusting hips. He was panting heavily lost in the moment of pleasure and he couldn’t hear the tone of disinterest in Jane’s moans. Jane was excited to be sure, but it had nothing to do with what Bill was doing. Jane was thinking about Tom and their plans for escape.

Jane had met Tom at a gathering of her reading group, a group she joined to escape the humdrum existence of being a stay at home mom and devoted wife. She had tired of her daily existence. There had to be more to life than cooking, cleaning, and helping the kids with their homework. She longed for stimulating conversation that would engage her mind. She always loved reading and for many years that was her method of choice whenever she needed to get away. Often she tried to inject her impressions on what she was reading into conversation with Bill at the dinner table or while sitting in bed as Bill watched TV. But Bill always seemed to want to talk about the same things, the kids, things that needed to be done around the house and the errands he needed Jane to handle.

Of course, money was another subject discussed often and Jane’s eyes would just glaze over whenever Bill went on about the family budget.

Bill tensed, as he pressed tight against Jane. His body shuddering filling her with his release as his face lay on her breasts his hot breath flowing over her like gusts of wind on a warm summers day. Jane stroked his hair and thought back to the time when she first met Tom. It was at home of one of the members of the book club where a birthday celebration was planned for Sue another long time member of the group. The meeting had been opened to friends and spouses of the members and Sue had convinced her husband Tom to join them. Jane sensed a connection the moment they met. It was a feeling there was something that they shared in common and she came to believe this more and more as they talked at length almost exclusively to each other.

“So what do you do for a living?” Jane asked.

“I’m a full time lawyer and part time agent trying to get my wife a book deal.” Tom replied.

“How’s that going for you?” Jane continued.

“To be honest, I’d rather spend my time making money.” Tom complained, “Sue is constantly spending money extravagantly as you can see.”

“Yes, you do have a lovely home.” Jane replied.

“Well it didn’t get that way selling Sue’s books that’s for sure!” Tom exclaimed. “Don’t get wrong, I’m happy that Sue has a hobby, I just wish she’d realize she doesn’t have any talent!” Tom went on. “All this time I spend shopping for a publisher I could be making money!”

“Still it’s nice that you support her” Jane said, “I wish my husband would do as much for me!”

“Are you a writer as well?” asked Tom. “Only in my dreams” Jane replied “But maybe one day.”

“Well, if you ever need an agent, you know who to call!” Tom said.

Jane was really impressed with Tom and envious of Sue. Tom was a handsome man, well built and well groomed. He had light brown hair parted to one side and the beginning of some premature gray that peppered his short side burns and gave him a distinguished look. He was intelligent, charming and engaging. When he spoke to you his hazel eyes never looked away, sending the clear message that he was listening and he was interested.

Bill had rolled over and was snoring now. Jane was just too excited to sleep. She couldn’t believe she was able to keep the secret from Bill. Her life was about to change in a big way, in a way she only dreamed about but never imagined could really happen to her.

She thought back to her last meeting with Tom. Jane had been out running errands and decided to stop by Friday’s for lunch. It was important that she stick to her routine, at least until she was able to talk to Tom. She and Tom would meet there often before they’d share an afternoon delight at the Ramada across the street. She hoped to catch him there, to share the secret with him, to watch the look on his face as she told him, and to ask him to represent her while she pursued her dream.

Tom had walked in with some co-workers when he spotted her big blond hair, the tight curls falling down to her shoulders. She sat facing the door her beautiful blue eyes scanning hopefully, impatiently for Tom. She could barely contain her joy when his eyes met hers, he excused himself and joined Jane at her table, kissing her gently on the cheek.

“Hi! What are you doing here?” Tom asked.

“Did you ever want to escape?” asked Jane, “You know, just pack up and run away?”

“Who hasn’t had that dream!” Tom exclaimed.

“If that dream could come true for you today, what would you do?” Jane asked.

“I’ve often thought about selling everything I own, buying a Harley and riding off into the sunset.” Tom went on “Perhaps writing about my adventures along the way. What about you, what would you do?” asked Tom.

“Oh, I’d buy a sailboat and travel the Caribbean.” I’d write about the people I’d meet and the places I’d visit. I’d write about my lover and my passion and the erotic experiences we’d share on the water!” Jane gushed enthusiastically.

“Sounds wonderful!” Tom exclaimed, “When do we leave?” he chuckled.

“If you’ll be my lawyer and agent, I’ll leave those details to you.” said Jane, her tone becoming suddenly serious.

“What are you talking about Jane?” Tom asked baffled by this discussion.

“I’ve won the lottery! Five million dollars! I want you to represent me and to help me escape!” Jane gushed.

Bill woke with a start as the alarm clock blared to life flashing 6:30AM on the digital display. Jane hadn’t slept a wink. She allowed the alarm to go off sticking to her normal routine. Jane wasn’t worried about a thing. There was nothing to pack; she would just buy everything new. She arranged for a sitter to watch the kids and would leave a note for Bill explaining everything. Tom would draw up divorce papers and she would share custody with the children taking them in the summer and when they were off from school. They would be leaving this morning, right after Bill leaves for work and flying into the Bahamas and staying at the Atlantis on Paradise Island.

Jane was ecstatic! She was living her dream. They had been here for a week now looking at seaside properties with dock space and room for a boat. Jane had been on a shopping spree buying designer clothes and accessories and charging them to the room. She had already written three chapters of what was going to be her first book. Tom was a godsend taking care of every detail. Setting up the Swiss bank account and making sure to minimize the tax liability. He even read and discussed her chapters contributing his opinions and giving her pointers on her writing while shopping for a publisher on the island.

Now Tom had mounted her from behind. His hands held her hips as he rocked slowly back and forth. He didn’t want to rush. He wanted this to last. This would have to be his best performance lest she become suspicious. Jane moaned in delight enjoying the pleasure he bestowed in her. She rocked back on his member squeezing him and urging him on. “Yes baby, oh yes that feels so good!” she moaned panting. Tom couldn’t even stand to look at her anymore. He was tired of running all over the Island looking at homes and shopping. Tired of the endless requests by Jane for this and that. Worst of all was her god-awful writing that he was forced to read and that she expected him to sell. All he could think about was the Harley that awaited him in Switzerland and how he would finally be able to live his dream.

Hope In Hell

2010-02-02T03:48:00.000-08:00

Aamaal Al Souhail stood by the window looking out at the destruction of her once beautiful country and counted her blessings. She was a modern Arab woman so she dressed in a more western style. Still she wore her headscarf whenever she was outside and her clothing was loose fitting so as not to accentuate her fine figure or reveal her ample breasts. Her skirt fell to the center of her calf hiding her shapely legs from the probing eyes of the Arab men that studied her as she traveled with her crew.

Even by western standards, Aamaal was a beautiful woman. She had shoulder length dark black hair and dark mysterious eyes. She was an enthusiastic woman with a ready and friendly smile that belied the experiences she faced in the 30 years of her life in Iraq.

As a young girl, she witnessed first hand the brutality of Saddam when she and her friend Sabria Mahdi came home from school one day to find the head of Sabria’s older sister displayed on a stick in front of her house. Sabria’s mother was kneeling on the ground beside the body wailing and her father had been taken away.

Now with Saddam gone the danger to women was worse than before. She knew at least two of her friends from her old neighborhood that were kidnapped and raped by insurgents and then later killed by their own families to preserve their name in what has become a common event known as an honor killing.

She lived now in the Al-Rasheed Hotel inside the green zone of Baghdad where she worked as a translator for a western news agency. She was relatively safe here now but her work for the Americans meant that she could never go outside the green zone without an armed escort. She knew translators were routinely kidnapped and beheaded but she loved her job and hoped that one day she would get the opportunity to go to America, perhaps with him.

Greg was tired. He spent the last 12 hours chasing insurgents through the streets of Baghdad outside the green zone. They had kicked in some doors to find a cache of weapons. They took small arms fire in alleyway wounding two in his party. He was still upset about the young boy running towards him with the grenade in his hand shouting something he didn’t understand when the shot rang out from behind him exploding the boy’s skull.

Earlier in the week a patrol had come through this way offering money in exchange for weapons, and perhaps this was what the boy was after. Greg was no different than any of the other guys. He just wanted to get out of this alive. He saw too many of his friends killed, ripped apart by roadside bombs and picked off by snipers. The constant stress of trying to preserve one’s life was wearing, but to let your guard down for a moment could be deadly.

Greg got here by way of the reserves. He joined just before the war hoping to get a college education that he couldn’t afford and to make a little extra money. His life back home had been nothing but hanging out in singles bars hoping to find that one special woman that he could settle down and have a family with. Instead all he could muster was a series of one-night stands and meaningless relationships, which bolstered his decision to go into the reserves. How bad could it be? One weekend a month, two weeks a year, travel and see the world. He never dreamed he would end up here or meet someone like Aamaal.

They met after a bomb exploded in a market while Greg’s unit was on patrol. Aamaal’s crew was dispatched to get the story. Greg was trying to question witnesses and was looking for someone that could speak English when Aamaal and her crew approached him to find out what was going on. Greg asked Aamaal to translate for him, “Ask this man if he’s seen any foreign fighters in the area recently”. Aamaal posed the question and listened intently to the answer her lips curling up into a smile she tried hard to suppress.

“Well” asked Greg, “what did he say”? “He said yes, you” replied Aamaal her eyes locked intently on his the smile spreading broadly across her face now. Greg was smiling now too as he studied her face. “Are you staying at the hotel?” he asked her. “Yes”. “I may need to question you further say around 19:00 okay?” Greg asked. “Of course.” she replied simply.

Aamaal means hope, wishes, or aspirations and she was waiting now and hoping Greg was all right and would get here soon. She had on a pink silk nightgown that ended mid thigh with matching pink panties under her terry cloth robe. Her firm breasts pressed against her gown the dark nipples barely visible through the opaque material. She paced anxiously by the window hoping her services would not be needed tonight.

Aamaal threw her arms around Greg’s neck when he finally arrived at the room. Greg had his hands on her waist his gun slung over his shoulder as their lips met and lingered for a moment. “I need a quick shower,” Greg said. “I’ll put up some tea,” replied Aamaal.

In Iraq one never knew how much time one had. With every incident Greg could be called to action or Aamaal might be needed to help get the news out, so for Greg and Aamaal, time was a precious commodity indeed!

Greg came out of the shower wearing only the terry cloth robe as Aamaal handed him his tea. They sat by the window looking out at the dark city sipping tea and talking, not about their day but about their dreams. Aamaal stood and let her robe fall to the floor while Greg eyed her up and down, drinking in her beauty, he moved slowly towards her lifting her in his arms and placed her gently on the bed. They stared into each other eyes quietly as their warm moist lips came to rest lightly together for a moment and then parting slowly the tips of their tongues danced delightedly as their mouths pressed tighter together in a deep passionate kiss.

Aamaal held Greg’s face and kissed his neck and shoulders while Greg wrapped his arms tightly around her. He brushed her hair from her shoulders and began planting light kisses on her soft skin. His moist lips trembling in anticipation as he kissed his way back to her mouth. Aamaal sighed softly as she tilted her head back while Greg sucked her neck softly, holding her skin in his lips and pulling away slowly. Aamaal held him tightly now as his lips worked their way down to her heaving breasts. Greg slipped the straps of the nightgown off her shoulders pulling it down to expose her already swollen nipples.

Greg cupped her breasts in his hands and studied her face. Aamaal smiled putting her hands behind his head, she pulled his face to her bosoms. Greg took turns paying close attention to each of her nipples. His tongue circled slowly around her areola before flicking rapidly over her nipple and then taking her whole breast in his mouth he would allow his lips to slide sucking softly as he pulled away.

Greg didn’t want to rush, but he also didn’t want to leave Aamaal without having brought her to the heights of pleasure. He reached under her gown slipping off the pink lace panties and raising the nightgown up to her breasts. He began kissing her belly, sucking in her soft skin with his eager lips and pulling away, moving lower and lower. He positioned her at the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor. With her feet up on the bed his hands moved high up on her thighs between her legs. Aamaal was breathing heavy now her heart racing with anticipation. Greg’s large hands covered her waiting pussy his fingers gently folded back the already swollen lips exposing her bud. He massaged her moving in small circles while his anxious lips began sucking and pulling away the skin on her inner thighs moving higher and higher towards their ultimate destination.

Aamaal was already trembling by the time Greg’s lips arrived. Greg’s hands held her open as he pressed his mouth against her nibbling then sucking her clit and pulling away with his warm moist lips. Aamaal wrapped her legs around and pulled his head against her from behind clutching the sheets in her hands and arching her back as Greg’s tongue dived deep inside her.

Greg wanted to make her happy, wanted to please her. He knew of her life and knew she deserved so much more. He wished he could take her back to America with him and give her everything she never dreamed she could have, but here in Iraq there was nothing to give but each other and he was determined to give her all of him.

Aamaal tensed gripping Greg’s head tightly pulling his mouth against her as her pussy convulsed and twitched cumming again and again her moans filling the room while Greg drank in her juices. She reached out for him pulling him on top of her wrapping her arms tightly around his neck her legs in a scissor lock around his waist as the kissed deeply

Who was this man that God has sent to me, to give me such pleasure, such love? Aamaal thought. What have I done God to deserve such a gift? Aamaal was deeply in love with Greg. He unleashed feelings in her she never knew she had! She wanted to be with him all the time, to feel him inside her always, now, she thought as she felt his hard cock pressing against her.

Aamaal reached down and took Greg’s member in her hand. She stroked him gently up and down, palming the pulsing head and sliding back down squeezing his balls lightly. He loved the way she touched him, his cock jumping as she palmed the head. It was time.

He rose up his hips as she guided his cock towards her anxious pussy. The pulsating head of his prick parted her swollen pussy lips and pierced her pink depths closing back around and clutching his cock like a warm wet velvet glove. He held it there with just the head inside and he savored the feeling of the warm wetness surrounding him, resisting her as she wrapped her arms around him trying to pull him further inside. He pushed in slowly allowing himself to feel every inch of her depths and when he reached the bottom he pressed his lips against her kissing her deeply before he withdrew again pulling back until the throbbing head was beginning to open her from inside.

She dug her heels into his backside urging him to thrust his lance inside again, but he would not be rushed. Moments like this were rare in Iraq and in this place you never knew if there would be another. Greg wanted to savor every single moment, every feeling.

Aamaal couldn’t stand it anymore! She wanted him inside her, to pleasure him, to acknowledge the gift God sent her. She arched her back to receive him as he again probed her depths. He began moving in a slow rhythm now sliding forward to ensure his cock was in contact with her clit. Her hips rose in rhythm and her heels pulled him towards her with each thrust.

Their moans filled the room drowning out any thoughts as their bodies reacted instinctively to the pleasure they were each receiving. They were no longer in Iraq, in a hotel, in a bed making love. They had become one. They had become love itself. They could not hear their moans. The rhythm of their lovemaking was automatic as waves of ecstasy rippled through out their bodies.

Aamaal would peak first. Her pussy contracting, pulsing, gripping and releasing, her body shuddering, her thighs shaking, legs like jello, her screams of delight caught in her throat as Greg made his final thrust, collapsing against her tender breasts, his hips convulsing, waves of electricity shooting out from where he was embedded inside her and down his inner thighs, his body shook from his abdomen to his shoulders as his cock spewed his molten milk into her depths.

They laid together breath less, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, Greg still inside her savoring her warmth. They were looking into each other’s eyes, their thoughts only of each other and of a life they hoped to share together someday.

Card Night

2010-01-27T03:59:00.000-08:00

It was already 8PM and Allen and John had been waiting for more than an hour. They had come to Steve’s house for the weekly game of cards and viewing whatever game was on TV at the time. Allen, John and Steve were all first year college students, athletes and best friends. They worked out together at the gym every morning except Sunday when they slept in recovering from the Saturday night partying they indulged in.

Allen was the strongest of the three with budging biceps, a barrel chest and thick thighs, the perfect build for his position as the running back on the school football team. John was a gymnast with no more than 5% body fat he displayed excellent definition of all his muscles six pack abs, tight gluts and the flexibility of a snake! Steve was the track star tall and lanky with great speed and stamina he supplemented his workouts with a part time job loading trucks for UPS.

Cindy at 45 still was attractive. She didn’t look her age at all! She kept her blond hair longer than her shoulders, which added to her youthful appearance. She like her son Steve was a runner. Indeed it was because of her that Steve had developed his interest in track. Steve was only 12 when his father walked out on them and that was when Cindy began running. She made Steve go with her partly because she didn’t want to leave him alone and partly because she felt it was a good way to spend quality time together.

Cindy jumped at the sound of the phone. She had been sitting with Allen and John sharing a beer and enjoying relaxed conversation. They had been Steve’s friends for a long time and she was quite comfortable socializing with them. They talked about everything, their schoolwork, their families, and even their girlfriends with her. Cindy was the mom that everybody thought was cool. She was beautiful and as teenagers all of Steve’s friends talked about their fantasies of being with her, at least until Steve got angry.

“Looks like Steve isn’t going to make it tonight boys, the weather is getting worse and the trucks are running way behind” Cindy reported “If it keeps snowing like this he may have to sleep there!” Cindy exclaimed. “Well we can’t play cards with just the two of us why don’t you take his place Cindy?” suggested John. “I’m not much of a card player” said Cindy “all I know how to play is strip poker.” She teased. “All right!” shouted Allen “Game on” he said passing out another round of beers.

Cindy giggled, she was well versed in poker and was not the least bit worried about losing this game! She imagined her son’s friends sitting across the table from her stripped down to their skivvies looking all embarrassed and that thought of their naked bodies sent a shudder down her spine that seemed to ignite a flame between her legs. She could feel the heat spreading down to her inner thighs before she caught herself.

One hour and three beers later both boys were exactly as Cindy imagined they’d be, except she had lost her blouse with a pair of aces in her hand and nothing significant showing on the river save a king when added to the two held by John gave him his unexpected victory.

The beers were beginning to get to Cindy. She lost another hand and was now forced to slip out of her jeans. She was beginning to worry. She couldn’t concentrate on the cards anymore. Her mind kept imagining erotic fantasies with her card buddies. How did she let it get this far? One thing was certain she wasn’t about to lose! She dealt out the cards looking at Allen’s barrel chest and imagining his bulging arms wrapped around her, her eyes moved to John and a image of them together in a weird sexual position flashed across her mind and she felt her pussy begin to moisten. The river! A pair of sixes for Allen, a pair of jacks for John, Cindy displayed her cards, a pair of queens!

“Okay boys, you lose” Cindy squealed in excitement. Allen and John stood up looked at each other and looked at Cindy as they slowly peeled their briefs from their muscular bodies. Cindy eyed them up and down in awe as her mind flashed with erotic images of them. Her nipples swelled pushing against her bra and her pussy was getting wetter now dampening her panties.

John and Allen were eyeing Cindy up and down. They noticed her erect nipples and thoughts of the object to their teenage fantasies becoming a reality sent the blood pumping into their youthful anxious cocks extending like pointers towards the hunters prey.

Cindy stood up her legs shaking as Allen moved behind her sliding the chair away from the table. He put his strong hands on her shoulders kissing her lightly at the nape of her neck. John cleared the table and dropped to his knees sliding his hands up her legs under her panties and cupped her firm ass while he gripped her damp panties in his teeth ripping them from her body. Allen had unhooked her bra and was cupping her now heaving breasts tracing the erect nipples lightly with his fingers while nibbling her neck.

Meanwhile John was nibbling and licking the insides of Cindy’s thighs, lapping up the moisture that was now dripping steadily from her quivering pussy his hands massaged her ass and extended fingers reached under her from behind tickling the spot between her ass and her slit. Cindy tilted her head back and to the side her eyes closed moaning with sensory overload as Allen’s lips pressed against hers, their tongues clashing in a fit of passion.

John gripped Cindy’s ass tightly and began to lift her up. Allen followed his lead guiding her back down onto the table. Allen was leaning over her head from behind kissing her deeply, passionately as he pinched and rolled her nipples in between his fingers and allowed his hands to wander over her belly and back over her breasts. John’s mouth was now massaging Cindy’s ravenous pussy, his strong hands holding her trembling thighs wide open, his fingers spreading the lips of her pussy apart, his lips teeth and tongue in attack mode assaulting Cindy’s clitoris as her cries of ecstasy filled the room.

Now Allen’s mouth launched into attack mode. He was bent over Cindy sucking and nibbling her erect nipples, biting her belly tracing her tits with his tongue and lightly flicking wildly over the tips.

Cindy was lost in pleasure and passion. She no longer had control over her body. Pleasure seemed to becoming from every part of her. Her heart pounded and her chest was rising up and down with quick deep breaths. Her ears were ringing as she squealed and moaned in delight. She tilted her head back off the edge of the table to find Allen swollen throbbing cock poised at her lips. She took it in to her mouth with both hands her tongue circling the head wildly flicking along the vein gorged with blood. She guided him into her mouth swallowing his entire shaft. Allen clutched her breasts tightly throwing his head back and moaning in delight thrusting his hips forward and back sliding his thick cock in and out of her mouth over her full lips.

John took Cindy’s ankles and lifted them over his neck. He guided his rapacious cock into Cindy’s wanting cunt. Cindy could only gag as John’s long shaft penetrated her wet pink depths. He used his thumbs to massage her clit as his hips moved harder and faster back and forth. Cindy’s pussy gripped and released his cock over and over again causing John to scream out in pleasure. Her thighs tensed and her body convulsed her pussy twitching violently as she released cuming and cuming in waves her cries stifled by Allen’s huge cock which was now filling her mouth with what seemed like quarts of musky sweet jism spilling out of her and running down the side of her face.

John made his final thrust slamming his balls against Cindy’s soaking wet pussy the head of his long cock pressing against her womb, his fluids filling her up inside and dripping down the crack of her ass. John collapsed on top of her his head resting upon her left breast his hot breath flowing over Cindy’s still erect sensitive nipple.

Allen had collapsed too. His head lay on Cindy’s moist belly panting hot air over her still dripping wet pussy. Cindy’s head lay back gasping for air, her body so sensitive that even the invisible hairs stood at attention. “These boys aren’t very good at cards,” she thought, “but they sure are useful.” “Anybody up for another round?” she quipped breathlessly.

A Perception of Rape

2010-01-17T17:53:00.000-08:00

Bob stood at the end of the bar brooding as he watched Carol enjoying the margarita he purchased for her. She was chatting and laughing with her friends and he stood drinking, alone while Lionel Ritchie’s “Celebration” began playing on the jukebox.

Bob was a man of average build, but strong for his size. He had short brown hair that was buzzed on the sides and back, and eyes the color of a pale emerald gemstone. He had a square jaw and high cheekbones and was confident that most women would consider him handsome. He was competitive in nature and he didn’t like losing so he kept himself in shape. Now he stood watching, and wondering why all he got from Carol was a polite thank you and a cold shoulder. Well, this isn’t over, he thought; before this night is over I will have my way with that girl!

Carol was a pretty girl indeed, with warm, deep, dark, inviting eyes and raven black shoulder length hair. She possessed full lips and an easy, friendly, welcoming smile that made everyone she met feel relaxed and comfortable around her. She had many friends and was always attentive when carrying on a conversation with any of them.

“Hello darkness my old friend…”Simon and Garfunkel’s sounds of silence began playing on the jukebox. Bob looked up at the clock, finished up his drink, glanced over at Carol turned and left the bar. He walked quietly into the parking lot away from the lights at the entrance of the bar and waited in the shadows. Oh, she shouldn’t be too much longer he thought to himself, there was nothing but ice left in that drink. Hell, she probably doesn’t even have the money to buy herself another one, and with those small tits it’s not likely that some other guy will pay any attention to her either thought Bob.

Carol glanced at the clock. She had caught Bob’s eye as he turned to leave the bar. Why didn’t he get into the conversation with her friends? He seemed interested, but then he walked away without a word standing at the end of the bar alone! No matter, it was time to leave anyway, one more drink and I’d need a cab she thought! She gave a hug and a kiss to each of her friends, took her keys from her purse and headed for the door.

I knew it! Thought Bob, there she is now. He sharpened his gazed and watched to see which way she was headed. She headed towards the back of the lot where her car was parked in the shadows, not far from where Bob was waiting. Normally Carol wouldn’t park this far back in the lot after dark but what choice did she have? She had left work late and by time she arrived at the bar happy hour was in full swing.

Carol unlocked her door, got inside and was about to put the key in the ignition when Bob grabbed the door and pushed Carol down on the seat, closing the door in one motion. He climbed over the top of her into the passenger side and pulled the knife from his pocket, “Whatever you do, don’t make a sound”, he said. Carol could see the knife, she was still holding the keys in her hand, her finger through the center of the ring so they could be used as a weapon the way she was taught in self defense. Unfortunately Bob never gave her the chance to act and now her only choice was to remain calm.

“Drive!” Bob commanded. Where to? Carol asked in as calm a voice as she could muster. “Pull out of the lot get on the highway and head east” he said. Turn in here Bob said. Bob directed her to a wooded area where she could barely make out the tire tracks of previous visitors through the over grown brush that lead through a thick stand of trees.

They stopped at a dirt mound where the rusted hulk of a stolen car lay rotting away undiscovered. “Get out” Bob said. Carol though about running now, it was a mistake to allow him to take her to another location.

Bob grabbed the keys from the ignition and got out on the passenger side. It was now or never Carol thought and she broke into a sprint, kicking off her heels as she ran, but Bob was so much faster. He caught up to her grabbed her arm, showing her the knife he warned her not to try that again! Carol thought now the only thing left for her to do was not to resist. She had heard that rapists wanted their victims to resist.

Bob led her over the dirt mound to a grassy area where he set his coat on the ground. “Take off your clothes”! Carol reluctantly and slowly undressed unbuttoning her blouse first and allowing it to fall on the ground and then unzipping her skirt. Bob watched intently as Carol stood there in just her bra and panties, her arms crossed over her breasts.

Bob grabbed Carol by the hair pulling her head back and pressing his lips against hers. His tongue darting wildly, passionately in side her mouth, Carol made a feeble attempt to pull away until she felt the cold flat steel blade pressed against her chest. Bob slid the knife along her skin and up under her bra while still holding her head back and sucking and nibbling her neck. He jerked the knife and Carol’s bra fell to the ground revealing her lovely breasts. Carol’s breasts weren’t big but they were shaped beautifully. They were firm and her nipples stood high and proud.

Bob cupped her breast in his hand while still holding the knife, and held it up to his mouth. He began sucking, and rolling the nipple around with his anxious tongue. He was beginning to get excited now and his growing cock was pressing against his jeans. Carol gasped as he slid the knife down into Carol’s panties slicing through the material on her right leg and then again on her left and the panties fell to the ground. “Open my shirt and you better make me happy” he said. Carol nervously unbuttoned his shirt and began kissing his chest while Bob reached down and began massaging her pussy, running his thick fingers up and down her slit circling her clitoris.

Bob opened his jeans and let them drop to the ground exposing his thick bulging cock, pushing Carol’s head down and directing her to his member. On your knees he instructed. Carol knew the only thing to do was comply, don’t do anything foolish and do whatever he says I know I’ll get out of this! She reluctantly placed her mouth over his cock taking it partly into her mouth. “Is that the best you could do!” Bob shouted taking her by the back of the head and thrusting his hips forward almost causing Carol to gag, but she was up to the task. She held his cock with both hands now, stroking him while she sucked, her tongue flicking over the head and up and down the shaft. Bob’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and he moaned in delight. She stroked faster now, passionately, just make him happy was her only thought! Bob’s legs buckled as he thrust his hips forward clutching Carol’s head, his cock erupted, like a volcano long overdue to relieve the pressure of hot magma making its way to the surface, Bob’s semen squirted into the back of her throat filling her mouth. Carol swallowed thinking is it over?

Bob was breathing heavily now, but he was far from finished. He pushed Carol back on to his coat and climbed on top of her. You like that didn’t you? He asked, You want more don’t you? Bob taunted. Just agree, make him happy, don’t resist thought Carol. Bob lifted Carol’s legs over his shoulders, and holding his still hard cock in his hand he slid it up and down her slit, the head just spreading her now swollen lips, and rubbing her clit with it. “Beg me for it” he said “Tell me you want it! He commanded her. “Please, fuck me” she whimpered. Bob slid his cock inside her slowly and withdrew slowly. “Keep “begging, you know you want it” he screamed at her. “Fuck me, please fuck me” she yelled and Bob began thrusting faster. “Beg baby” he screamed, “beg!” “Harder please fuck me harder!” Carol’s mind went blank she had given in to Bob’s power and domination she had become excited by it and was raising her hips up to meet his thrusts, contracting her muscles and milking his member as Bob continued faster his balls slapping against her wet with the juices now flowing freely.

Carol wrapped her legs around Bob’s back and tensed screaming out into the night “I’m cumming”! Oh God! I’m cumming!” Her pussy spasmed as Bob thrust deep inside her and held her collapsing against her body his cock twitching as he washed her womb with his sperm, his thighs tingling.

Carol wrapped her arms around him holding him tight to her as they rolled onto their sides, Bob’s cock still inside her, they kissed passionately. “I love you so much” Bob whispered, “I love you too” Carol responded. Bob was overcome with affection. Even after 15 years of marriage. He knew there was no other woman like Carol. She never ran out of ways to keep their love making exciting. This was all her idea, to meet at the bar, to leave when Sounds of Silence began playing, the knife, all of it!

We lay there in each other’s arms looking up at the clear night sky and I wondered, what Carol had planned for our next adventure!

When Opportunity Knocks

2010-01-15T03:58:00.000-08:00

It was a rainy day in New York City and as anyone knows it was impossible on such days to get a cab. I had been in the city on business and knowing the weather would be bad decided to take my own car. The rain was really coming down hard as I turned onto Broadway when I noticed a young woman desperately trying to hail a cab. I recognized her as a woman I had polite conversation with while in the lunch buffet line. She was on vacation and was supposed to meet up with her cousin. She obviously failed to make her rendezvous, as she was alone and soaked to the core! She was a pretty young thing with large, penetrating blue eyes and blonde hair that fell gently past her shoulders framing an invitingly smooth neck. She had an oval face topped by short bangs and a warm friendly smile that, unlike native New Yorkers, invited polite conversation. Though rather short she was well proportioned with an attractive figure that was revealed by her tight fitting jeans and white tank top.

I decided I’d be the perfect host and offer to help her out of her predicament. I stopped in the street in front of her rolling down the passenger window. “Hey, you’re never going to get a cab now!” I said. “Can I drop you somewhere?”

“Oh, my God thank you!” she replied jumping into my car happy to be out of the downpour.

“Look at you! You’re soaked! You need to get into some dry clothes!” I said.

“I’ve got to find my cousin, she has all of our bags!” she said.

“Listen…what did you say your name was?” I asked

.

“Jasmine.” she replied

“I’m Steven, Steven Jacobs. Glad to meet you!” I said extending my hand. Her skin was warm and soft though wet and her touch was delicate like the flower she was named after. The name fit her well. I couldn’t place the smell of her perfume until then. Jasmine, of course!

“Listen Jasmine, I said I don’t live far from here. My wife has some clothes she was looking to donate that look as though they’ll probably fit you. Why not come back to my place take a nice hot shower and change into some dry clothes before looking for your cousin. Maybe by then this rain will have let up.” I suggested.

“Wow! You’d do that for me?” She asked incredulously. “I thought New Yorkers were mean.” She laughed with her warm inviting smile spreading across her face.

“They are.” I said, “Except me of course!” I chuckled as her contagious smile infected me.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and guided Jasmine inside. “The bathroom is down the hall first door on the left.” I said.

“Your wife isn’t home?” Jasmine asked.

“No. She’s working. She doesn’t get home until after six.” I said before I heard the sound of the shower. I took off my coat and tie and went to grab a beer from the fridge.

“Oh Steve, can you bring me a towel?” Jasmine shouted from the bathroom.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I said before retrieving the towel from the linen closet and heading towards the bathroom. Suddenly my mind started to wander. I found myself thinking about sex in the shower. The thoughts sparking my desire suddenly translated to increased blood flow to my lower extremity.

“I’ll just leave them here.” I said noticing Jasmine’s naked form distorted by the privacy glass of the shower stall.

“Thank you Steve.” She said. “Oh Steve.”

“Yes.” I said as I watched.

“Would you mind washing my back?” she asked mischievously.

I suddenly realized I was at a crossroad, the place where fantasy meets opportunity. My mind was no longer functioning, my breathing was already heavy, my heart was pounding in my chest and I was being lead by the ache in my loins.

“What?” I said checking to make sure I heard the question right.

“Wash my back.” Jasmine called back giggling.

Before she could say another word I was in the shower with her the divining rod between my legs pointing at her treasure. She turned her back to me and held her hair up off her shoulders. I poured the body wash directly into my hands and began massaging her back.

“Mmmm..you’ve got strong hands.” She said.

I worked the lather down her curves in trembling hands caressing the cheeks of her firm and curvaceous ass before sliding them inside her inner thighs. She moaned in delight as my hands brushed along her slit.

“Ohhhh…mmmm….that feels good.” she whispered while reaching back with one hand and grasping my engorged erection. She pulled me towards her and my soapy hands came around in front massaging her ample breasts. My eager lips hungrily kissed her soft neck as she wriggled her soapy ass against my cock while the hot water streamed down our bodies.

She turned quickly around taking the body wash in her hands and stroking my cock. The sensation of her slippery hands on my member slipping over the head was driving me wild. She was biting her bottom lip and looking deep into my eyes enjoying the effect she was having on me. I looked down at her erect nipples rivulets of water flowing past them and had an irresistible urge to take them into my mouth. I drew one in rolling it around with my tongue while my fingers pulled, twisted and stroked the other. A loud moan escaped her lips as she pulled my head against her breast. She was still lightly stroking my cocking driving me into a passionate frenzy my moans of pleasure vibrating through her hardened nipples.

“Oh Jasmine …I need to be inside you!” I pleaded.

“Fuck me Steve, fuck me hard damn it!” she screamed out

I lifted her up and pinned her against the wall her legs wrapped around my back as I guided my slippery cock into her slowly. I felt her pussy twitching, clutching onto my shaft as I relished the feeling of her heat surrounding my member. Our lips came together in heated passion, our tongues thrusting together almost in rhythm with my hips. I was pumping wildly now our cries of pleasure echoed in the bathroom.

“Uh…uh….oh…yes….yes…YESSSSSSS!!!!” she cried out her pussy convulsing her release washing over me triggered my own release. I slammed into her deep pressing her against the wall my cock erupting in jets that filled her before streaming down her legs.

We held each other in a tight embrace the water continuing to shower over our bodies while we both tried to recover our breath my cock still inside her until it returned to normal.

Afterwards I gave her my wife’s clothes and a bag for her wet things. “Damn those look better on you then they did on my wife!” I exclaimed.

“Why thank you Steve!” She said giggling as she spun around as though she were modeling them for me. “I better get going. I’ve go to find my cousin before she starts to worry.” she said before kissing me and heading out.

“How long are you going to be in town?” I asked.

“Oh don’t worry Steve, you don’t owe me anything. Thanks for all your help!” she said waving goodbye.

Later, I jumped when I heard the door open thinking she changed her mind but it was my wife.

“What’s that smell?” I asked, “It smells familiar.”

“It’s a new perfume I bought on the way home, it’s called Jasmine.” She exclaimed excitedly. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Very much so.” I said, “Very much so!”

Shock And Awe

2010-01-14T04:29:00.001-08:00

Except for the fact that the box had no return address on it, it could have been like any other box she received every day from countless vendors that sent her samples and hoped that she would place a large order with them but she was not prepared for this! The box contained a cell phone and a note that simply said “If you want to see you’re loved one again, take this phone and drive to the North Fork station by 5 PM and wait for further instructions.” No police and come alone or else!” Joan’s heart leapt and caught in her throat. “It must be some kind of joke!” she thought, “Well it certainly isn’t funny!” She had already spoken to her kids and they seemed fine. She had just hung up the phone with her mom and there was no indication of anything wrong there. She continued down her mental list of family and close friends and it suddenly dawned on her that she hadn’t spoke to her husband since he left for work this morning. She dialed his office immediately and asked Katie the receptionist if she could speak with her husband Paul. “He’s not in today” said Katie, “I thought he was out of town” Katie added. “Thanks.” Joan said trying not to sound alarmed, “I’ll try his cell.”

Joan arrived at the North Fork station by 4:30. She paced nervously with the cell phone from the box in one hand and her cell in the other. She was pressing redial again and again came the message “The Verizon customer you are trying….” She hung up and jumped when the phone from the box began ringing. “Hello!” she said excitedly. “Take the 5:03 to Greenport and wait further instructions.” Said a voice apparently disguised electronically. “I want to speak to my husband!” she cried but the voice was already gone. She bought her ticket and made the train just moments before it was to leave and arrived at Greenport an hour later standing on the platform looking lost and feeling confused. “Who would take her husband and why?” she thought trying to figure what they could possibly want. After all, they weren’t rich they were just ordinary people! The cell began ringing again. “Take the jet ferry to New London and board bus 2020 to Foxwoods then wait in the lobby of the hotel for further instructions.” The voice said. “Remember no police come alone, or else!” “What do you want from us!” screamed Joan.

Joan was waiting in the lobby, looking at everybody suspiciously. She would be frightened except for her concern. She still wasn’t able to get a hold of Paul, and still could not imagine what these people wanted. She wanted to call the police but was afraid that if she did and they had Paul something bad would happen. She had arranged with her mom to watch the kids telling her she would be out of town for a meeting with a vendor and would call her later. She answered quickly when the cell rang again. “Go to room 410, knock three times” came the voice. “If you hurt my husband I’ll…,” she whispered angrily into the silent phone and headed quickly toward the elevator.

Joan was waiting at the door after having knocked 3 times as asked. She could sense the eyes peering through the peephole checking to make sure she was alone when the door opened slightly and the disguised voice stated, “Come in.” The room was very dark. The heavy drapes had been drawn and there were no lights on. She entered cautiously as the door closed behind her. Here eyes were beginning to adjust to the room lit only by the nightlight in the corner. “Where’s my husband?” she demanded. “You’ll find out soon enough provided you do as you’re told.” came the voice “Walk towards the bed and turn around.” the voice instructed, “Now, undress slowly.” “I’m not doing anything until I see my husband!” Joan demanded, “If you ever want to see your husband you’ll do as you’re told!” the voice exclaimed sternly. Joan began to undress unbuttoning her blouse like it was all business. “I said slowly, a little more sexy, make it a good show!” the voice warned. Joan did her best to comply opening her blouse slowly exposing first her shoulders hesitating then letting it fall seductively to the floor. She was looking at the man and could see that he wore a hood with cutouts for eyes and his mouth. He held something in his hand, a weapon perhaps.

She had stripped down to her bra and panties and waited when the man said “The rest of them please.” “Now look here mister…” Joan began to protest. “Quiet and do as you’re told. I’m not going to tell you again!” the man’s voice cut her off. Joan unhooked her bra freeing her voluptuous tits then slowly slid her panties down wriggling her hips slightly. “Ahhh…very nice Joan! “You’re husband was right, you have a beautiful set of tits!” he said. “Now there on the bed, is an outfit I’d like you to put that on.” “When will I see my husband?” Joan asked impatiently. “Keep co-operating and it won’t be long, and if you don’t, well…,”he didn’t finish the sentence but just let the words hang in the air.

Joan took the delicate red lace bra and put it on her nipples poked through the opening designed just for that purpose. She placed on the matching red lace crotch-less panties and the lace garter that hugged her waist and secured the red lace hose around the middle of her thighs. When she had finished the voice commanded “Turn around”. The man came up behind her tying a blindfold over her eyes then pushed her onto the bed as Joan gasped. “Keep quiet!” the man exclaimed straddling her body and securing her feet to the bed with the red lace fabric but leaving her hands free. “There that’s better” the man said dropping his robe to the floor and removing his hood.

Joan was scared but at the same time she had a sense of arousal. There was something about being helpless, naked in front of a stranger and in danger that was exciting. Something about being restrained, dominated and being told what to do that began to make her pussy wet and her nipples harden extending further beyond the red lace. “Now I want you to touch yourself” he said, “I want you to play with your nipples” the electronically modified voice was husky and breathy as the man directed Joan’s actions.

“Yes. Yes, brush them lightly, yes, that’s it, now put your fingers in your mouth and slide them up and down your hard nipples.” “Oh yes I like that!” “Do you like that?” “Does that feel good Joan?” The man was taunting her. She couldn’t see him but she knew he was near, she could feel his presence and she was getting hotter, the juices were beginning to flow inside her. Why was he doing this to her?

“I see your pussy is getting wet! Now touch your pussy! Yes, that’s right rub your clit now insert your fingers with the other hand in that sweet honey hole of yours. Oh Yeah! Make your self cum for me Joan, make it good sweetheart, I want to hear you moan! Come on baby remember this is for your husband!” he coached and Joan was doing her best to comply. She was soaking wet now. Her pussy was on fire! She almost forgot about the danger and became lost in the pleasure she was giving herself knowing that this man was watching her making her do these things to herself just made her so horny. She was thrusting four of her fingers deep inside herself and bucking her hips shaking her head side to side and moaning while her other hand rubbed her hard bud wildly. Ohh…Ohhh…OOOOHHHH…AAAHHHHIIIIEEEE… she yelped her body shaking as wave after wave of orgasmic release consumed her body her cum soaking the sheets beneath her ass.

The man straddled her grasping her wrists and one by one he stuck her fingers in his mouth sucking her cum from them and the securing them above her head to the bed. Joan was panting from her release and the fear of what might happen next. She could feel the man’s stiff cock on her chest as he straddled her. Mmmm he groaned softly cupping her ample breasts squeezing them together his throbbing cock in between them. He moved his hips slowly back and forth sliding his cock between her tits. “We need to get this wet” he said in a breathy voice and he guided his cock to Joan’s lips and she opened her mouth to take it inside. She relaxed her throat as he began thrusting it in and out. Now sufficiently wet with her saliva he slid his cock between her tits and pumped his hips back and forth.

Suddenly he stopped and got up. Joan’s heart was racing, as was her mind. Who was this man? There was something familiar about him, his actions. She was completely at this man’s mercy! Then she felt his hot breath between her open legs his tongue darting up her inner thighs to find her wet slit. His hands spread apart her labia and his anxious tongue stiffened and darted inside. He was alternately rubbing her clit with his fingers while his tongue lapped at her depths then flicked wildly over her clit as his fingers probed her g-spot. Joan couldn’t move her legs but she wriggled and bucked her hips as he brought her again and again to the heights of ecstasy. He was on top of her now, his face firmly pressed into her pussy his knees beside her head he positioned his cock against her lips and pressed his hips forward pushing the throbbing head back into her mouth. She sucked and stroked him as he moved his hips up and down. He was moaning in delight into her salacious pussy, dripping wet with cum from her multiple orgasms and the man eagerly lapped up her juices.

Joan felt him begin to tense his cock burst and fired his hot musky fluid down her throat causing her to gag slightly as she gulped down his seed. The man got up and turned around still straddling Joan’s body. He placed his lips gently against hers and began kissing her passionately. Their tongues entwined exchanging and mixing the remaining juices still in their mouths. The man slipped the blindfold from Joan’s eyes. She blinked in disbelief as she realized why this man’s actions, and his taste seed so familiar. “Paul, you bastard!” she screamed, struggling against her restraints and the weight of Paul’s body. Paul chuckled mischievously, “You have just experienced the first phase of our shock and awe valentines day celebration!” We have romantic dinner reservation at 9:00 Pm on the 24th floor of Paragons. After which we have a night of dancing at club BB. When we’ve had enough of that we can spend some time in the casino, at least until I tire of looking at you with your clothes on! Then it’s back to our room for a night of continued sexual pleasure, a room service breakfast in the morning and then a day in the Spa, where we’ll enjoy relaxing in the sauna and steam room in our plush terry cloth robes, followed by an hour of aromatherapy massage with essential scented oils.” “Oh, that’s the awe part”, Paul chuckled again.

“Damn it Paul! Did you have to scare the hell out of me first?” Joan asked as Paul untied her restraints. “Sorry honey, It was the only way I could think of to convince you to pleasure me orally!” Paul laughed. “You could have just asked!” said Joan as she took his hand and they headed for the shower.

To Those That Wait

2010-01-13T04:01:00.000-08:00

Greg sat at the bar of the dance club nursing his beer. A lot had happened since his separation from Jill. Jill had been having an affair with a friend of their mutual friends. Greg had found out that this had been going on for some time. On the nights he was playing basketball Jill was visiting their friends, at least that is what she told Greg, when he reality she was meeting a man introduced to her by their friends and fucking him silly!

Greg was feeling betrayed by his friends. That they allowed this to go on behind his back really bothered him. Worse was his discovery of his best friend Jeff screwing Jill in his own home! It was bad enough that his wife Jill had betrayed him, but that all of the people that he thought were his friends betrayed him too. He could deal with the betrayal by his wife, after all their marriage was in trouble from the start and hadn’t improved with time. Greg even felt as though he deserved it, wasn’t he was also cheating on Jill?

Greg was feeling alone. Indeed he was alone thrust back into the “singles” scene without a friend he could trust. Sure there was always Jackie, but she wasn’t really a friend. Sex with Jackie was a certainty and provided some comfort at least until she asked for the inevitable “loan” or some other favor like fixing her car. Greg wasn’t judging her, but he began to feel like she was a prostitute and really didn’t have any feelings for him, hardly someone you could call a friend.

Greg drained his beer, got up and headed for the bathroom squeezing his way through the happy crowd. He quickly drained his bladder and headed back to the bar. He noticed a tall blond girl wriggling in the crowd and though now would be a good time to try out one of his pick up lines. “God, it’s been so long since I’ve done this!” he thought. He brushed past the front of blond girl and in a loud voice asked “If I told you, you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?” “Fuck off creep!” was her kind reply and Greg rushed to the safety of the bar.

He found a seat next to a group of girls laughing, singing and downing shots. “I’ll have what they’re having” Greg shouted to the bartender, “and get these ladies another round” he added. “Thank you !” Patty gushed. “This is Debbie, Kim and Caren,” she said pointing to each of her friends. “Caren’s getting married next week,” “woo hoo” she screamed raising their glasses and downing their shots of Grey Goose before sucking their sugar coated lemons. Greg downed his shot too, delighted to be a part of a happy celebration he smiled broadly “Congratulations! Another round please” he shouted.

Patty was a tall young woman with long blond hair tied back in a ponytail. She had eyes like round green saucers, which were complimented by her slinky red dress that reached down to the tops of her shapely thighs. Debbie was a petite girl with a round face and dark mysterious eyes that dared to be explored. She had small breasts with nipples clearly visible through her brown satin halter. Kim had light brown hair and soft curls that fell on bare shoulders. Her ample breasts were restrained with a strapless lace bra visible just over the top of her green tube top. Caren had long straight blond hair with red and light brown highlights that reached to the middle of her back and curled under her breasts. She wore a black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that invited ones eyes to peak down and admire her charms. Suddenly, Greg realized he couldn’t keep from smiling, his broad grin was frozen on his face!

In a short time Greg was totally drunk, as were his newfound friends. The five of them were dancing rubbing against each other bumping into others on the dance floor and singing. They passed Greg around taking turns with him for the slower numbers, squeezing his tight firm buns and returning to the bar for shots in between.

Last call was an hour ago and it was time to go. The girls had rented a limo for the evening and offered to take Greg home. Well actually it was more like they had to drag him home. They loaded Greg in the limo and in a slurred voice he directed the driver to his house. Having arrived the girls could see that Greg was going to need some help so they carried him to the door helped him inside and dropped him on the bed.

“We can’t leave him like this”, Patty said, “let’s get him undressed.” Patty began to unbutton his shirt Debbie undid his belt and zipper Kim and Debbie teamed up to pull off his pants, lifting his ass and yanking the legs. Caren helped Patty lift him so she could remove his shirt. Greg lay in bed singing, “Let’s get it on” in just his boxers, the head of his rather large cock almost poking out of one leg. The girls stood admiring Greg’s body. He was quite fit though not muscular. “You know”, said Patty, “this could be Caren’s last chance to have another man before she’s married. Debbie, help me with these boxers.”

“That’s a pretty good looking cock don’t you think Caren?” Patty asked. “I don’t know” said Caren, “I think Bill’s is bigger.” “That’s because it isn’t hard yet” said Debbie taking Greg’s flaccid cock in her hand and bending over and surrounding the bulbous head with her soft moist lips. “Oh My God!” giggled Caren. “I can’t believe you just did that” screamed Kim. “Come on we all know Debbie is a slut.” Patty laughed, “let’s see how he kisses.” She bent over placing her lips lightly against Greg’s. Greg moaned parting his lips his tongue caressing Patty’s in a gentle but passionate dance, the tip of his tongue probing all the surfaces of Patty’s eager mouth. Debbie warm moist lips were stroking only the head of Greg’s cock slipping it in and out of her mouth. His flaccid member had swollen engorged with blood and was standing tall and thick.

“On My”, sighed Caren, “I think his cock is bigger than Bills!” “Oh and his kiss is more than adequate” Patty added. “Let me see!” shouted Kim. She was on the opposite side of Greg across from Patty when she pressed her anxious lips against Greg’s kissing him so deeply she practically gagged him. Patty was sucking on his nipple and biting his firm chest. “Hey!” Caren shouted, “I’m the bride to be I got to have some of this”. She knelt opposite of Debbie clutching Greg’s glistening shaft her tongue darted up and down the member meeting Debbie’s mouth at the tip. The two girls tongues traced each other lips and flicked wildly over each other’s tongue with Greg’s pulsating member in between.

Patty and Kim were tongue kissing each other and Greg at the same time. Greg was moaning in ecstasy. Caren’s pussy was becoming wet her nipples were hard and she was anxious to have that marvelous member thrusting inside her. She pulled the dress over her head and kicked off her panties. Debbie wanted a piece of this too, she slipped out of her halter peeling off her jeans and panties in one motion. “Me first” Caren screamed. “Okay, no rush” said Debbie brushing Caren’s long blond hair away from her breasts holding her face and kissing her passionately. They each slid a hand down over each other’s moist mound, Their fingers parting swollen anxious pussy lips probed their respective slits massaging the hard button below the moist folds.

Patty and Kim quickly shed their clothing. Patty Straddled Greg’s face, sliding her moist pussy lips over his mouth. Kim straddled Greg’s chest taking Patty in her arms, pressing their breasts together and kissing passionately tongues twirling slowly and light around as they mover their swollen nipples against each other brushing the sensitive tips goose bumps of pleasure rising on their soft skin.

Greg was moaning in delight. Patty’s pussy was dripping it’s pleasure onto Greg’s lips his tongue reacting as if by instinct snaked out and flicked against her clit, her moans captured by Kim’s hungry open mouth. Caren straddled Greg’s massive cock while Debbie kissed her breasts. Caren guided Greg inside her gently, slowly, allowing the pussy to capture and caress the bulbous head and inch down his glistening shaft. She gasped as his thickness spread her open the mushroom head pressing against her womb. She sat there for a moment feeling the hot throbbing cock inside her and Debbie’s eager mouth sucking and biting her nipples.

Caren’s cunt was quivering. She began rising up and down on Greg slowly at first. Debbie was behind Caren now, her tongue darting over Caren’s ass lapping up the juices dripping down Greg’s shaft onto his balls. She was hold Caren’s breasts pulling the nipples and guiding her up and down motions Caren was screaming “Oh my God! Oh My God! I’m cuming I’m fucking cumming!”

Patty had her pussy pressed against Greg’s face. She was rocking wildly on his mouth rubbing her bud hard against his chin as his tongue lapped up her sweet nectar. The sight of Caren and Debbie and Kim’s eager kisses sucking and biting her nipples was driving her crazy, but watching Caren’s body shudder and spasm was too much her pussy tightened and convulsed waves of orgasmic release spread out from her pleasure center to her hips making her buck wildly as she screamed. Kim and Patty reversed position. Kim’s pussy was already soaking wet and she was anxious to reach the heights of pleasure she witnessed of her friends. Patty was more than happy to help her get there.

Debbie was now straddling Greg’s thick cock but she wasn’t so gentle. She liked it rough and having to have to wait for it made her that much more desirous. She mounted Greg in the opposite direction of Caren with her back towards his head so she could use his raised knees for support. She dropped herself right down hard on his cock slamming her ass against his balls with great force that he gasped the sound muffled by Kim’s pussy as it rocked on his face. Caren was nibbling the back of Debbie’s neck as she went to town practically jumping up and down on Greg’s spear. She had one hand on his balls. She would make sure he wouldn’t cum until she was ready! She was ridding him hard slamming down against him and then rocking forward and back rubbing her clit hard against his shaft when she fell his balls tense she would stop rise up and grip his shaft at the bottom tightly with two fingers until he eased and then she would continue.

Kim was leaning forward now rubbing her clit wildly on Greg’s chin. Patty was behind her now holding her hip with one hand and fingering her sweet hole with the other. Her moans were filling the room as she watched Debbie assaulting Greg’s cock. Caren was now in front of Debbie holding her ass while she rocked her bud on Greg’s cock Caren’s tongue darted over Greg’s balls tasting her juices. Debbie was ready her pussy tightened gripping Greg’s shaft “Oh…Oh …Fuck…Fuck…Fuck me mother fucker! Aaaiiieee!” She screamed as Greg burst into her. Her body bucked wildly her pussy gripping and releasing his thick member shudders swept over her from her convulsing pussy out to her hips and up to her shoulders, the sight of Caren lapping up her cum intensified the orgasm.

Kim was wriggling her ass pushing back against Patty’s fingers, Oh…oh….oh… uhh…

I’m…. oh….ahhhhhhhh…she moaned her body shook her thighs felt like they were on fire waves of heat flooded out over her hips and beyond as her cum fell onto Greg’s face, she collapsed onto his belly as Patty extracted her fingers placing them one by one in her mouth savoring Kim’s sweetness. It had been a hell of a bachelorette party and the limo driver was waiting it was time to go.

Greg woke up the next morning wondering what had happened to him. He had a terrific headache, his balls were aching and his mouth felt like a glazed donut. He had vague memories of sharing drinks with pretty young ladies at the bar. He remembered dancing and hollering, but he couldn’t remember how he got home. Images flashed in his mind of the girls from the bar engaging him in pleasures of the flesh, but were these memories or was it drunken dreams? He vowed never to drink like that again!

Like The River Flows (Part 5 The Affair)

2010-01-11T03:42:00.000-08:00

Mary stopped short her face suddenly turned serious the redness flooding her cheeks as she looked at what she had just walked into. Steven’s jaw dropped his face contorted as he gazed on the shocking scene. John was lying naked on top of his love his passion still surrounded by her warmth his back to those that just entered the room and for just an instant was unaware of their presence until Shelly screamed out.

“My God! Steven!” she yelled throwing John off to her side and pulling the sheets up covering her breasts as she sat up n the bed. Shelly’s heart was pounding her mouth open wide while she stared in disbelief at the shocked look on her husbands face. John pulled the sheets around his waist his eyes darting between Steven and Mary. His heart was racing as thoughts passed through his mind almost as rapidly.

“What have I done? What the hell is Mary doing here? Oh my God, Shelly! I’ve ruined her life!” he thought.

Mary spoke first. “Oh my, I’m so sorry! I had no idea you two were in here!” she said apologetically not realizing she was still holding Steven’s hand.

Steven spoke next. He looked right into Shelly’s hazel eyes a look of pure disappointment on his face “I can’t believe you would do this to me Shelly! For God’s sake you only just met the man and you’re already in bed with him! You fucking whore!”

John was not about to let him get away with that. He jumped up from the bed holding the sheets in front of his manhood his face grew red with anger. “Now just a minute!” he screamed his steel blue eyes glaring right at Steven.

Steven was not about to take any advice from a philanderer. “You just shut the fuck up and mind you business asshole!” he shouted back at John. “You had to hit on my wife? What, this beautiful young lady wasn’t enough for you?” he asked angrily as he held up Mary’s hand.

“Just a minute Steven!” Shelly shouted, “Just what were you doing here with Mary?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” Steven was stalling as he tried to come up with a suitable answer. “Why we were, uh I was, that is… Well Mary wanted me to…I mean… I was just walking Mary to her room. She was looking for John and thought he might be ill and in need of help. She didn’t want to go alone.”

“Is that the best you could do Steven? Did you also need to hold her hand? Really! Don’t lie to me Steven!” Shelly said.

“Wait a second! Suddenly this is about me? I’m not the one in bed fucking a stranger!” Steven shouted.

Shelly threw the sheets aside and jumped out of bed and looked angrily up into Steven’s eyes and slapped him across his face. “Don’t ever talk to me like that again!” she scolded

“John, isn’t some stranger that I was fucking, he’s the man I love!”

“Shelly, don’t!” John yelled, “You don’t have to do this!”

Mary looked at the hurt on Stevens face and caught his hand in hers. “Okay, let’s just calm down everybody.” She said in a calm measured tone. Steven, why don’t we go back downstairs and give them a minute to get dressed. Everybody is a little emotional right now and we’re just likely to say things that we’re going to regret. It would be better to meet in the bar after we’ve all had a couple of minutes and talk this over rationally, you know with our clothes on.” Mary smirked trying to inject a little humor into the situation.

Steven looked at Mary gazing blanking into her dark eyes. He was impressed at how she took control of the situation, at how she was able to remain calm. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly then looked at Shelly and in a calm tone said, “I suppose Mary’s right. We’ll meet you downstairs in the bar. I just need some time to think and talk this through.”

Mary took Steven’s hand and led him out of the room. She looked back over her shoulder at John and winked. “Damn that Mary! She knew what she was doing!” John thought. What was it she had said to me, Sometimes John, you have to make your own fate.

Damn her! I have to make my own fate I don’t need any help!” He thought. “Oh yeah and Destiny is something that sometimes has to be achieved, not something you wait for.

Well I guess Mary got tired of waiting for my destiny!”

“John why don’t you take a shower and I’ll straighten up here a little bit before I head back to my room to get changed.” Shelly said kissing him lightly. “Just give me a half hour and come get me,” she added.

“Okay Shell, I love you!” John said a smile spreading across his face.

“I love you too baby.” Shelly said.

John came out of the shower to find Shelly gone. He dressed quickly and waited the agreed half hour before he left the room to get Shelly. He knocked on her door several times without a response. He put his ear to the door to listen for any signs of activity in the room and heard nothing. “Shelly, it’s John. You in there?” he said knocking again. “She must have went down to the bar with the others,” he thought, “I hope she’s all right!” John headed for the elevator quickly worried that Shelly might not be able to handle things alone. He kept pressing the down button as if his actions would make the elevator arrive quicker.

John rushed to the bar and looked around for the others. He spotted Mary and Steven at a table in the corner and headed over to join them. “Hi, where’s Shelly?” he asked looking at Mary.

“Well isn’t she with you? Steven responded.

“She went back to her room to change. She was supposed to wait for me before joining you here. I thought she left without waiting for me.” John explained.

“If she left her room she didn’t come here.” Mary said.

“Well, I’ll go up and get her.” Steven suggested.

“Oh no!” John replied, “We’ll all go!”

They all left and headed up to Steven’s room. John and Mary were standing behind him when he inserted the electronic key and opened the door. They followed Steven inside and looked around the room.

“Well, her luggage is still here, but I don’t see her bag.” Steven said.

Mary checked the bathroom. “There’s no makeup in here!” she exclaimed. “She must have left and if she took her makeup, I doubt she’s coming back!”

Steven looked over at the nightstand by the side of the bed where he slept and noticed a note. He picked it up and looked at it a perplexed look on his face.

“What does it say?” Mary asked.

Steven read the note aloud,

“Anger has found me here and

Keeps my thoughts from running clear

For sanity I must escape

To a place my heart can race

Beneath a canopy under the Sun

Where once was two then was one
Where words spoken soon are gone

And all the while life goes on”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean!” Steven shouted angrily.

“It means she’s gone! She took off!” John exclaimed.

“But where?” Steven asked now with a voice of concern.

“I think we should split up. Steven, you go to the airport. John, check the train station, and I’ll go down to the bus station.” Mary said in her calm voice of reason but with a tone of authority. “You do have a picture of her with you, don’t you Steven? I’ll make copies and if you find her call me on my cell.” She added.

“Wait a minute!” John interrupted. “We only have two cars between us. Two of us are going to have to go together.”

Mary reached into her purse grabbed her keys and tossed them to John. “Take my car, I’ll go along with Steven. He could probably use the support right now.” She said taking Steven by the hand her dark eyes gazing onto his as a wry smile began to form on her face.

John turned and ran out of the room heading for Mary’s car. He knew Shelly wouldn’t be found at the airport, train station or bus stop. He knew where he had to go and he knew Steven was in good hands.

“Steven, you’re brilliant!’ Mary said as he closed the door to his room.

“Why thank you Mary! I couldn’t have done it without you though.” Steven said trying to contain his smile.

“But how did you know Shelly would take off and leave a note? Mary asked.

“Well, she’s a writer. She loves to write, and she always runs away whenever we have heated arguments that are unsettled.” Steven explained.

“My, you are sexy when you’re devious!” Mary exclaimed. She could already feel the sex growing between her legs. “Now are you going to fuck me or do I have to beg?”

“Oh, I’m going to want to hear you beg dear!” Steven exclaimed as he began to peel Mary out of her dress.

Their lips met in a heated passionate kiss. Steven cupped and squeezed her breasts in frenzy, his other hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. Mary tugged frantically at his pants undoing the belt and zipper before clutching his growing manhood. Steven pushed her away discarding his shirt and boxer shorts. He threw her on the bed and leapt on top of her holding her wrists down before sucking and nibbling her neck breasts and nipples.

“Oh yeah! Take me my devious devil!” Mary cried out panting.

Steven pushed his knees between her legs and spread them open his stiffness perched at the opening of her moist and anxious mound.

“Beg you bitch, beg me to fuck you, you fucking slut!” Steven yelled between ragged breaths.

“Please, master, please fuck me, fuck me hard!” Mary pleaded.

Steven guided his throbbing member inside her slamming into her depths while Mary grasped. He was thrusting in and out slamming harder and faster against her as she dug her nails into his back drawing lines of blood behind them. Mary was still wearing her heels when she wrapped her legs around Steven and dug them into his lower back. She was bucking to meet his thrusts while grunting and screaming in delight to his phallic assault. She screamed out “Uhnnnn aaaaiiiieee ohhhhh my godddd I’m cumminggggg!”

as her body was rocked by waves of release her pussy contracting violently. Steven slammed himself to the bottom of her desire, holding himself still and holding his breath for just an instant before crying out with his own release. His manhood twitched inside her mingling with Mary’s own flow before spilling out and soaking the sheets beneath them.

“That was wonderful you savage bastard!” Mary said still panting.

“You were marvelous as always my little salacious slut!” Steven replied as they paused to regain control of themselves.

After some time relaxing in each other’s arms Mary asked “Isn’t it wonderful how we managed to work things out?”

“Well it helped that you were invited to my cousins wedding! Steven replied. “One thing I wanted to ask you Mary was how did you arrange for Shelly to go to the ski house?”

Mary chuckled, “Oh that was pure coincidence! I had planned on relaxing there that week when John called. He told he that he met the woman of his dreams but that she was married. He was a little upset and was wondering if he could stay at the house for a while. Shortly after that I got your call and agreed to fly out to meet you. I had no idea Shelly was the woman or that she would be driving past my house!”

“When she called me and I saw that phone number on the caller ID, I couldn’t believe it! I thought it was you calling my house, and it scared the crap out of me!” Steven said.

“It was that night that we met that I put two and two together and figured out it was Shelly that John was in love with!” Mary said laughing. “Then when I found out my friend was your cousin that’s when I got the idea to take John to the wedding,” she continued.

“And you say I’m devious!” Steven said as they both laughed.

It was dark by time John got home, too dark to go down to the river. He would have to wait until morning for that. All he could do was hope that he was right about where Shelly was going. Even if he was right about the location, Shelly didn’t leave any clues about the timing. He made up his mind to just go there every day hoping sooner or later she would show up. He slept restlessly that night anxious for the morning to come.

Daybreak arrived and John hurried to get down to his favorite spot on the river. He traveled the path through the grass and then the opening through the trees that led to the place on the bank where nature was witness to his love for Shelly. As he emerged from the trees there she was. Sitting on a blanket with a bottle of champagne, two glasses and an assortment of breakfast muffins. She was wearing a white floral sundress that scooped down revealing the tops of her ample breasts. The morning sun glinted through the trees and set the highlights of her blond hair aglow. Her smile grew wide when she saw him pausing to admire her beauty, and lit up her face.

“Shelly! Thank God!” John exclaimed and ran to her. He took her by the hand and raised her gently to her feet then wrapping his arms around her waist gazed longingly into her hazel eyes.

“John, I knew you’d figure it out! I’m so happy to see you!” Shelly said as they kissed tenderly their lips pausing as their breath mingled before their tongues touched lightly.

“Wait! Let’s sit,” Shelly said leading John to the blanket by his hand. She poured them each a glass of champagne.

“A toast to our love” she said as the clinked their glasses together.

“May this be the beginning of a love and life that we share together, and may our love always be just as it is this very moment” John toasted back.

They tilted the glasses to their lips and finished their champagne. John placed his glass beside the blanket then took Shelly’s glass from her hand before they embraced in a passionate kiss and slowly sunk together onto the blanket. The sounds of the forest enveloped them. The river gurgled over stones and like the river their love goes on.

Encounter With Destiny (chap 4 of The Affair)

2010-01-08T03:54:00.000-08:00

Shelly stared blankly at the wedding invitation, her mind instantly transported back to her own wedding to Steven. She remembered the honeymoon, two weeks in Hawaii. She and Steven made love morning, noon, and night in between their adventures on the island. The sights, the smells, the tropical weather, all contributed to her feelings of joy and enhanced the pleasures of the flesh she shared with Steven. It was almost magical the way she felt about Steven then. But, was it love? Why didn’t she feel that way now?

Their time together in North Carolina was not what she hoped it would be. Shelly had hoped to rediscover her love for Steven. To rekindle the flame that no longer seemed to burn so bright. What was so different? Had their life together become so routine that their love was nothing more than something they had to do. A chore, like paying bills, cleaning the house or mowing the lawn? Shelly thought about that last night together in North Carolina. She felt Steven’s lips on hers and recalled the comfort she felt. She felt his hands on her body caressing her breasts, the touch familiar, routine, like some many times before. She could feel him enter her, his thrusts mechanical, and her reaction automatic like a long running Broadway show the act played over and over hundreds of times. What was missing? Did she ever love Steven, or was she swept away by youthful passion and her adventurous enthusiasm?

Suddenly John came to mind. Shelly thought back to their time together by the river. Her nipples began to harden just thinking about how his warm moist lips held them in turn. How his tongue danced over the tips to her delight. She could almost feel his soft kisses traveling up her inner thighs, his tongue tantalizing her lascivious lips. Shelly could feel the heat building between her legs as a desperate desire dwelled in her heart. Shelly realized this is what love is supposed to feel like. She wanted John, now! She thought back to how she left him. “Like the river, life goes on.” she had said. She pretended not to hear when John looked in her eyes and said, “I love you!” before she turned away to walk up the hill back to the hotel. She didn’t look back. She didn’t want John to see the tears that streaked down her cheeks. Tears of joy because of the love she felt mixed with tears of pain because she had to walk away. Once again fate had brought them together, and again they parted with only a hope that fate would again intervene. But would fate work in their favor? And when?

John had just come back from the river when the phone rang.

“Hello”. John answered.

“Hi John! It’s been a long time. Where have you been hiding?” Mary asked in her always-upbeat tone.

“Oh, just came back from doing a little fishing. What’s up?” John asked.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time down on that river by yourself lately. You need to get out spend some time with the human race, maybe even a nice young lady like me.” Mary said.

“I guess you’re right Mary. I can’t help it though, I miss her!” John exclaimed. “What did you have in mind?” he asked.

“Well, I’ve been invited to this wedding and I can’t not go!” Who better then my best friend to accompany me?’ she asked. “Let’s meet at Eddie’s Tavern and I’ll give you all the juicy details. I’m sure you could use a drink and a little companionship,” she continued.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you at eight then” John said.

John and Mary had been friends since college. Friends with benefits would be a better description. They shared a marine biology class together and hit it off right away. Mary loved the outdoors, which is why she had become a marine biologist, but she was also an accomplished outdoor photographer. She often accompanied John on fishing trips, collecting specimens and recording in artful photographs the animals and places they visited. They dated for a brief time but found that their friendship was more important than trying to make a serious relationship work. Mary was too analytical, always trying to find reasons for why John didn’t call or why he left without making love. John was too laid back and easy going for Mary. She preferred more of a take-charge attitude in her men. Still, anytime one or the other needed a friend to commiserate with, they were there for each other. Now Mary needed an escort, and she knew that John could use a little comfort. “Hell, it’s been a while since I had a good fucking!” she thought as she headed to the shower to get ready for the evening.

John had arrived at Eddie’s first and secured a table, a pitcher of beer and an Absolut on the rocks with an olive for Mary. Mary walked in and headed over to the table where John was sitting as every man in the bar looked on with envy. Mary was a beautiful woman, statuesque at five foot eight. She wore a red cocktail dress that complimented her pale white skin. She had dark shoulder length hair and dark eyes with a look like a lioness hunting her prey. The front of her dress plunged down in a “v” revealing just enough of her ample breasts to make one watch in hopeful anticipation of seeing more of her charms. John stood up to greet her and she held his shoulders and gave him her cheek to kiss.

“Nice to see you again!” John exclaimed, “Looking lovely as always.”

“Thank you my friend, I do hope you’re getting ideas on seeing more of me” she teased.

They both sat and talked awhile. Mary filled John in on the wedding arrangements.

“It’s in Atlantic city with a reception at Harrah’s this Saturday” she said. “I was hoping we could go down on Friday and make a long weekend of it, what do you think?”

“Sounds good to me” John said, “I am really in need of a distraction right now.”

“I figured that much! Why do you think I wore this dress?” Mary asked. “Now are you going to take me home and fuck me or do I have to beg?”

They laughed as John got up, left a tip, took Mary’s hand and headed for the door.

Mary and John were enjoying their time at Harrah’s. They had hit early on the slots and spent Friday night at a show retiring back to their room early to maintain some party strength for the wedding the next day. Lying on the double bed watching TV Mary turned to look at John.

“I’m not going to chase you John.” Mary said.

“I know. You’ve really been great. Getting me away from the river has done me a world of good, but every now and then my mind takes me back there. I just can’t forget her Mary. As soon as I’m alone with my thoughts she comes right back to me, consuming my mind just like she devoured my heart.” John tried to explain. “I feel like we were meant to be together, but I can’t spend my whole life waiting for fate to make things happen can I?” John asked rhetorically.

“Sometimes John, you have to make your own fate. Destiny is something that sometimes has to be achieved, not something you wait for. Take me for example. I needed to get laid. I wasn’t about to wait until destiny brought us together. I called you, begged you to fuck me and achieved my destiny.” Mary chuckled.

“Even if I could find her, should I? I mean, she’s married with a family! Would it even be right?” John wondered aloud.

“I don’t know John. Sometimes you just have to listen to your heart, and hope for the best. Sure you might make a mistake but you would never know unless you tried. Better to regret something you’ve done than to spend your life wondering what if.” Mary said in a consoling tone. “Now are you going to fulfill my destiny so we can get some sleep?” Mary said only half joking.

Mary searched the reception table for the card with her name on it. “Here it is, Mary Conqueste and guest, table six. Let’s go find our table stud. I hope you’re ready to dance!” Mary exclaimed cheerfully leading John by the hand into the reception room.

“Do you know anyone here?” John asked.

“You mean besides the bride? I don’t think so.” Mary answered, “Oh look there’s our table, the one with that couple with their backs towards us. I hope they’re not one of those quiet boring types that make you feel awkward to sit with.”

Mary led John to the table and faced the couple. “Hi, I’m Mary Conqueste and this is my friend John Destin” she said holding out her hand and smiling. Steven and Shelly stood to meet their new acquaintances. “Hello, I’m Steven Salmon and this is my wife Michelle.” Steven said. Steven and Mary looked on as John and Shelly stood hand in hand trying their best not to reveal the look of shock that fought to reveal itself through their forced smiles. The hands lingered a little longer than politeness dictated.

“You’ll have to forgive my friend John, he hasn’t been feeling himself of late.” Mary said.

“I could use a drink.” Shelly said.

“How about you guys, can I get you anything from the bar?” Steven asked

“Thanks” Mary said, “I’ll go with you and help you carry them.”

“My God, John! How…?” Shelly asked in a hushed tone.

“I don’t believe this Shelly! I don’t believe this!” John exclaimed a smile spreading across his face. “Promise me you won’t leave here tonight without telling me how I can find you again!”

“But, John, I…” Shelly began.

“I don’t care anymore Shelly! This is more than fate now this is destiny! We belong together and I’m not leaving here with at least having some way to find you!” John exclaimed.

Steven and Mary came back carrying the round of drinks and laughing. They apparently were getting along rather well.

“I got you a martini John. You looked like you needed something a little stronger than usual,” Mary teased.

The band started playing some soft music to start off the festivities. This was John’s chance to get Mary alone and explain what just happened.

“Shall we dance?” John asked Mary before downing his martini.

“Let’s” Mary answered smiling “Excuse us,” she said politely.

John filled Mary in. He told her how Michele was his “Shelly”, the girl that haunted his very being, the one that fulfilled him like no other, and the one that without, his life would be meaningless and miserable. He proceed to concoct a plan that would separate Steven from Shelly and allow him some alone time with her, but he would need Mary’s help.

“Well, he is kind of cute” Mary said, “and we do have a lot in common. I think I can work him.” Mary agreed.

It was Mary’s job to keep Steven occupied, to keep him drinking and to seduce him if necessary at least until John and Shelly can talk alone. The plan was a little sketchy and was dependent on a lot of factors that could not be predetermined, but John was willing to leave those details up to fate once more.

John was up at the bar getting drinks for the table when Mary’s favorite song came on. “

“Steven would you like to join me in a dance?” Mary asked.

“Do you mind Shelly?” Steven looked at his wife for her approval. He was obviously enjoying the fact that this beautiful woman took an interest in him and he didn’t seem to mind letting Shelly know it. Shelly just shook her head and looked over at John as he returned to the table with their drinks.

“Come on Shelly let’s dance!” John said taking her by the hand. She smiled nervously as they moved to the dance floor, after all she was dancing with her lover in front of her husband and she wasn’t all that comfortable about it! They no sooner started to get their groove on to the sounds of “Shout” when the band transitioned to a slow song “How Do I Live” by Lee Ann Rimes. John wasted no time in taking Shelly by the hand and drawing her in close. Shelly looked nervously at Steven who had fallen under the spell of the beautiful Mary. Shelly blushed when Mary gave a knowing wink to her over Steven’s shoulder as she slid her hand down and cupped his buttocks.

“Don’t worry about Steven” John whispered, “He’s in good hands.” He pulled Shelly tight against him his hand brushing the small of her back. He brushed his chest against her breasts and leaned in as if to whisper something in her ear but instead he caressed her ear lode with his warm moist lips.

Shelly gasped, “John, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

“I hope so!” John chuckled. He began to fill Shelly in on his plan. He told her how Mary agreed to do whatever it took to keep Steven occupied even if it meant seducing him.

“He’ll never fall for that!” Shelly exclaimed.

“Oh yeah. Look at them now.” John said as they turned to see Steven sliding his hand down unto Mary’s ass pulling her against the apparent bulge in his pants.

“Son of a bitch!” Shelly protested.

John saw his opportunity as the couples circled on the floor and Mary positioned Steven’s back to them. He broke away from Shelly and said “Give me about two minutes and meet me outside by the elevator.”

Shelly nodded in agreement as John headed out to wait for his love. Shelly walked back to their table polished off her drink and left to meet John at the elevator. John pressed the button for the floor to his room was as soon as he saw her headed in his direction. The door opened almost as soon as she arrived then closed on the two of them and began the assent. They embraced almost immediately in a passionate kiss. Months of separation, dreams of desire, and the uncertainty of their future drove them to action. Neither thought about possible circumstances, they had only wanted to hold each other, to connect as one, to pleasure each other as much as time would allow. John ran down the hallway to his room holding Shelly’s hand in tow. Shelly giggled like a schoolgirl that was cheating authority by engaging in something pleasurable and at the same time forbidden.

“We have maybe fifteen minutes before we’re missed” John called out to the trailing Shelly.

“Make it thirty and you got a deal!” Shelly called back still giggling.

John fumbled for the electronic key and opened the door. Shelly ran in ahead of him.

“Help me with this.” she said as she reached back for the latch and zipper of her dress.

John undid the latch and unzipped her watching in anticipation like a child unwrapping a present as the smooth skin of her back was slowly revealed. Shelly turned around and stepped out of her dress, undid John’s belt and zipper while John frantically unbuttoned his shirt. They stood there for a moment examining each other’s desire. John placed his hand in Shelly’s blond hair beside her ear and gazed into her haunting hazel eyes and drew her full pink lips to his slowly. It was as if he thought he would be able to extend their time together by moving slowly and savoring the woman that he so loved. A gentle lingering of the lips became a torrid thrashing of tongues as passion percolated throughout their bodies.

“Time!” Shelly exclaimed reminding John they were on the clock. He stripped the spread from the bed and tossed it to the side before slipping out of his briefs his erection springing free. Shelly sat at the end of the bed slipped out of her bra, hose and panties revealing her already swollen nipples and clean-shaven womanhood. John feasted on her beauty wanting to consume her, to make her a part of himself, one! He sat beside her and they embraced falling back onto the bed. His hands gently stroked her body leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. Shelly held on to his hardness her fingers softly stroking the tight skin while sighs of satisfaction escaped John’s lips.

“Oh, John, I can’t tell you how good it feels to be in your arms, to hold you, touch you. I need you. I need you inside me, to fill me like no other.” Shelly moaned as John’s fingers traced her swollen wet lips, the engorged bud poking anxiously out from its hood.

“I missed you Shelly! I can’t live without you! Every trip to the river brings back memories of you. Just the mention of snow and I’m back in the hot tub with you. Just to be near you sets my soul on fire. You’re a part of me and I can’t let you go without losing a piece of myself!” John exclaimed in ragged breaths.

Shelly pulled his head against her breasts and John reacted by showering them in soft kisses. Capturing her nipples between his eager lips and rolling them around his hot mouth with his talented tongue. She moaned at his oral mastery raising her hips and guiding his member to her slit. She slid the throbbing head up and down using it like a tool to tantalize her clit and heighten his desire. John couldn’t stand it any longer. He parted the petals of her pleasure and slipped slowly into her depths. Shelly contracted around his shaft her body shuddering with her first climax as his wand waited at the entrance to her womb. John lingered inside her, relishing the heat and the feeling of her muscles contracting around him. He kissed her nipples lingering a little longer trying to control his own passion as he twitched inside her. He began to withdraw slowly, enjoying the tug from Shelly’s womanhood as she tried to prevent his departure.

John began thrusting easily, rhythmically, moaning softly. Shelly was biting her bottom lip as she slid a hand down to massage her clit while John’s thrusts began to increase in speed and intensity. Shelly was crying out now her legs wrapped tightly around John, her heels in his back. She was bucking up underneath him meeting his thrusts with her own. Her fingers dug into his lower back as their cries of contentment filled the room. Shelly cried out waves of orgasmic release shot out from her very core spreading across her torso from her center out to her extremities. Her legs trembled, shocks of electricity flowed to the tips of her nipples and she clutched John tight against her. John’s passion exploded inside her, his hardness twitched in her depths in spurt after spurt. Their combined release like their passion could not be contained and spilled from Shelly’s satisfaction soaking the sheets.

They rested in each other’s arms reveling in the afterglow. John stroked Shelly’s hair as she traced shapes lightly on his back. John gazed in to Shelly’s eyes, “I love you,” he said. Shelly did not disappoint and returned the sentiment.

“I love you too,” she said, “But we probably better be getting back. People might be wondering where we are.”

“Just a few more minutes, please” John pleaded “Who knows when we’ll be able to be together like this again.”

“All right.” Shelly said holding his head against her breast. They were lying quietly cradled in each other’s arms and savoring the feeling when the door opened and Mary walked into the room giggling with Steven in tow.

Fate's River (part 3 of The Affair)

2010-01-07T04:01:00.000-08:00

It had been several months since Shelly had seen John. She was beginning to wonder if leaving their next meeting up to fate was a wise decision. Perhaps this is what fate intended she thought, maybe it was time to put the affair behind her and move on. After all, isn’t this why she planned the vacation with her husband, Steven?

Before she first met John, she had only intended to get away, to be on her own, to find herself. She wanted to feel like her feelings mattered and that she had control over her life. She had wanted to be able to make a decision without having to think about the needs of others before her own. The feeling of freedom had lifted her spirits when she set out to meet an old flame, Michael. That spirit would not be crushed or stifled, even though Michael had a change of heart and refused to see her after she had traveled all that way to meet him.

It was on that trip that fate first intervened and she met John for the first time. She hadn’t intended for that meeting to take place or to engage in some of the most exciting love making she ever experienced! The thought of that weekend with John brought a smile to her face and a warmth began to rise in her center. She hadn’t intended to fall in love! Indeed she didn’t think she was. It was on her trip back from the airport when fate again intervened in the form of a flat tire on a mountain road in front of the vacation home John had retreated to after their weekend together. That coincidence, and another night of passion had convinced them both that they belonged together. It was convincing enough to them both that they decided to rely on fate to determine their next meeting. The yellow Crocus, John’s parting gift to Shelly reminded her of that day every time she looked out her kitchen window. Now Shelly thought she would try to reproduce the feelings she had for John with Steven. After all, Steven was her husband and didn’t she have those same feelings for him at one time?

Shelly had planned a quiet, relaxing vacation on the beach of the Outer Banks in North Carolina. They would be able to take long strolls along the quiet shore and listen as gentle waves kiss the soft sand. They would be able to talk and reconnect. Shelly even made up her mind to play golf with Steven if he so desired, and she would record every thing in the digital color photos she loved to take. Shelly looked out the window, her view of the ground hidden by clouds as surely as her feelings for John had been hidden from Steven.

“Ladies and gentleman this is the captain speaking. We have lost some thrust in one of our engines. Normally this would not be a problem, but there is some weather over our destination. We are going to have to put down in New York. Someone will be at the gate to advise you on your connections. Our sincerest apologies for any inconvenience this might cause. Thank you.”

“Well, so much for our vacation.” Shelly said.

“Oh don’t worry about it. I’m sure the airlines will get us to where we have to go, albeit later than we planned.” Steven replied.

Steven was always so logical and analytical, which was comforting at times like these but maddening at other times. “I guess you’re right.” Shelly said. “I just wanted everything to be perfect!”

After touching down at the rather small Islip airport Steven and Shelly learned that they would not be able to get on a flight until the next afternoon. The customer service rep had recommended a nearby hotel and directed them to the airport shuttle, which would take them to the Marriot for the night. Steven lead the way and was first to board the shuttle bus with Shelly right behind.

“Steven?” “Steve Salmon!” “ Son of a bitch!” Shouted a large man with a wide grin on his face. “Holy shit!” Yelled Steven, “Bill Cutler you old dog how ya been?” The two men hugged and shook hands in the isle as Shelly looked on. After introductions Steven explained how he and Shelly came to be in New York. Bill told Shelly how he and Steven were roommates in college and played together on the golf team.

“What are you doing here Bill?” Steven asked.

“Well, I have a sales conference at the Marriot on Monday, but I came in early to get some golf in. If fact, we have a tee time on the Bethpage Black course this afternoon!” Bill exclaimed.

“Bethpage Black?” That’s where they played the US Open!” Steven shouted hardly able to contain himself.

“Hey why don’t you join us? We need a fourth since Tim’s flight was cancelled in Florida due to the weather down south.” Bill explained

“Oh, I don’t know, I’m here with Shelly and I don’t think it would be right to leave her alone.” Steven said.

“Go ahead Steven. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you. I’ll be all right on my own.” Shelly said.

“Really? Great then it’s settled then!” Steven said excitedly.

The Marriot sat up high on a hill and bordered a nature preserve to the east. The concierge had told Shelly that the property hasn’t changed much since the time of George Washington. Shelly grabbed her camera and decided to walk the trails and take some pictures. The park was filled with all kinds of wild life. Guinea hens and wild turkey roamed freely along with Canadian geese. Hawks, great blue herons and large white egrets patrolled the skies overhead or perched on the branches of tall oaks. Shelly spotted a small pod of white tail deer in a grass clearing and decided to try to get a closer for a better shot at them. The deer were not threatened by her presence but would slowly move away as she approached too close. Shelly continued to follow them hoping to get that perfect picture when they finally decided they had enough of her companionship and trotted off through the brush. Shelly ran after them but stopped when she saw they had crossed a small river and disappeared into the woods.

The river was not very wide or very deep and it ran moderately fast in a winding path under a canopy of oak and tall pines. Shelly heard a splash and turned to look upstream in the direction the sound came from. She noticed a man standing silently in the river waving a rod rhythmically back and forth a line attached at the end followed the motion of the rod like a silent whip. She watched intently as the man cast the line forward allowing it to come to rest quietly on the water. He stripped the line back with his left hand to match the pace of the flowing water when suddenly a splash erupted from the quiet surface. The man held tightly to the rod as it bent under the strain from the large trout intent on freeing itself from whatever was in the corner of its mouth. For several minutes the fish battled the pull of the line and the current of the river when it suddenly turned and headed downstream past the man, leaping out of the water and landing with a splash almost in front of Shelly.

“Damn! That’s the third one I lost like that,” the man said.

“Isn’t it three strikes and you’re out,” Shelly joked.

“I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.” The man said looking over at the woman that just invaded his sanctuary.

“So catching fish is all about fate?” Shelly mocked.

John took off his large Polaroid glasses and cried out with incredulity, “Shelly!”

“John?” Shelly asked in stunned disbelief.

John ran through the water towards Shelly dropping the rod on the bank he threw his arms around her pulling her tightly against him he gazed deeply into her hazel eyes.

“I can’t believe this! I can’t believe it’s you! But how, how did you find me here?” John stammered hardly able to contain his joy.

Shelly wrapped her arms around John’s neck pulling him closer.

“Just kiss me so I know this is real, so I know it’s really you!” she said their lips touching tenderly and lingering for just a second before succumbing to their pent up passion.

They kissed deeply for a long time. Their tongues gently probing the insides of each other’s mouth confirming the lover’s feelings as well as savoring the sensations. John moved his lips to Shelly’s neck gently caressing her soft skin. Shelly tilted her head back looking up at the bright blue sky through the canopy of tall oaks. Her nipples had already begun to swell and she could feel a growing warmth building between her legs. John lips moved down the opening of Shelly’s blouse and paused gazing quietly into her hazel eyes his hands firmly on her hips. They stood quietly for a moment listening to the sounds of the woods. The river gurgled over the gravel bed while a soft breeze rustled the leaves. Songbirds called to their mates and a woodpecker could be heard pecking at insects somewhere high above them. Occasionally the sound of a splash from a rising Rainbow Trout would interrupt the gentle gurgling of the river.

Shelly slid her hands up John’s chest still gazing into his deep blue eyes she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. John took this as a signal and followed her lead unbuttoning her blouse in time. John took off his shirt and laid it on the grass at the bank of the river and then slipped Shelly’s blouses from her soft shoulders laying it besides his own. John slipped out of his boots and watched as Shelly undid her bra exposing her ample breasts to John’s longing eyes. She reached inside the edge of his jeans and pulled him toward her undoing his belt, then snap and zipper. John slipped out of his jeans and lifted Shelly up gently laying her don on their shirts. They kissed again deeply their tongues entwined in a fit. Neither one cared how it came to be that they ended up together. There would be plenty of time to talk about that later. Now they only wanted to savor this moment, each other, to take advantage of the gift of fate.

John’s lips moved down again. A string of kisses along a line that ran down Shelly’s neck over her collar bone to her heaving breast. Their anticipation heightened by the many months they had not been together and the memories of the last time they had. John took her hard nipple between his lips holding it captive while he lashed at the tip with his tongue. Shelly’s soft moans were lost in the breeze blending with the natural sounds that were all around them. John moved his mouth across her chest to her other nipple while his hands undid her slacks. John’s eager lips moved down her belly now while his hands tugged her slacks over her curves. Shelly arched her back raising her bottom and John tossed her pants and panties aside. Shell lay naked in the woods the sun casting shadows of the canopy across her body. John knelt between her legs savoring her beauty while building her anticipation further.

He began kissing her knees then moved to the inside of her thighs alternating from left to right. Shelly dropped her knees to the side opening her flower and urging John to taste her nectar. John spread her lips with his thumbs and pushed her hood up exposing he anxious bud. His mouth came down to feed on her honey and her body trembled when his lips surrounded her clit sucking it in darting his tongue over it before sliding his lips off. Then, pressing his mouth against her, he lapped the licentious liquid that flowed freely from her desire causing her to cry out in delight. Her moans of pleasure filled the forest and were as natural as any of the other forest sounds. Shelly clutched at the back of John’s head pulling his face against her. She arched her back and bucked, rocked by waves of orgasm that flowed into John’s eager mouth like the river flowed over the stones. She pulled him up by his blond hair and pressed her panting mouth against his tasting her own sweetness on their colliding tongues.

Shelly felt his hardness between her legs. She wanted him inside her now more than ever, and her body shook at just the thought. She reached down with both hands taking hold of his anguish and guided him into her glistening aperture their lips still locked in a feverish kiss. John moaned in ethereal ecstasy as her warm wanton wetness wrapped around his wand. He pushed slowly into her depths until he could go no further. He paused to savor the feeling of oneness made by this connection. He wanted this moment of soft satisfaction surrounding his swollen shaft to last forever. He lingered, waiting until the heat from Shelly’s core penetrated him fully before he began to withdraw slowly sensing Shelly’s every muscle as she squeezed him to prevent his escape. He plunged back inside her and pulled back again. John moved his hips in the rhythm of the river, his cock gliding in and out as the water gurgled over the stones. Their moans mingled unrestrained with the sounds of the woods. John’s thrusts were less controlled as passion replaced thought. He pounded his passion relentlessly into Shelly’s depths and she dug her heels into his back pulling her hips forward to meet his assault. The sounds of the woods were silenced to the lover’s ears. The woods, the sky, and the water disappeared. It was just the souls of John and Shelly moving in syncopated harmony. It was only their breath, their hearts, and their sensations building together towards the inevitable flood of felicity that would wash over their bodies leaving them spent and satisfied. With a final thrust John pulled Shelly tight against him as he felt her depths convulsing violently, gripping and releasing his manhood buried deep inside her. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, her nails dug in his back holding on as though her trembling body would fly off. Her body shuddered as each jet of Johns fluid filled her, his own explosive orgasm sending shivers from his center out to his shoulders and the tips of his toes.

They lay there naked in each other’s arms waiting for their hearts to calm and their breath return. The sights and sounds of the forest began to return and they could feel the sun shining through the canopy warming their glistening bodies. They quietly put their clothes back on and sat on the bank of the river staring at the water and watching it flow over the stones.

“So, what are you doing here?” Shelly asked.

“Well, I live not too far from here. John explained, “and I come here often. I enjoy the solitude and the fishing is good too!” He continued. “Being here takes my mind off of things, it lets me know that I am only a small part of a much larger picture. I’ve missed you terribly!”

“I’ve missed you too John!” Shelly exclaimed. “But after so many months, and with no way to find you, I thought maybe it was time to move on. I thought that maybe that was our fate, to just have the moments we had. I was just getting used to that idea when fate intervened yet again!”

Shelly went on to explain how she ended up here in this place at this time. “It just can’t be coincidence, it just can’t be!”

“But what now Shelly?” John asked, “Do we separate again and hope the fate will work in our favor? How long will we have to wait? Will the next time be months or even years?”

“I don’t know John. After what happened today, I’m willing to trust fate. It’s been really good to us so far!” Shelly said. Besides, I have to get back to the hotel and meet up with Steven. We still have this vacation to go on. I can’t even begin to think about the alternatives now! Like the river, life goes on John, life goes on.”

John walked Shelly to the edge of the woods and the hill that lead back up to the Hotel.

“Until we meet again.” Shelly said a forced smile on her face as she turned to walk up the hill. John grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. He kissed her lightly on the lips.

“I love you Shelly,” he said and she turned and walked away. “Life goes on.” John muttered as he turned and headed back to the river.

Sequel To Seduction -The Affair part 2

2010-01-06T04:08:00.000-08:00

Shelly’s ride back from the airport took her through winding mountain roads. The snow covered peaks were contrasted by new spring growth that sprung from the sun drenched sides of the south facing hills and were framed by receding white patches of snow that survived in the shadows of the tall pines. A lack of traffic, the beautiful scenery and the long ride that lay before her convinced the memories of her weekend in LA to spring forth to her conscious mind.

She thought about John, and the way his warm moist lips tenderly touched her breasts, his eager mouth nibbling at her nipples while his fingers felt her delicate frame delighting in the discovery of every inch of her desirous body. She felt her mound moisten as these feelings came flooding back into her mind. “How ironic!” she thought. She had gone to LA to meet that long lost love, Michael, but he left her a message after she had arrived that he would not be able to meet her. The text message was still in her cell phone memory “Can’t go through with it. Till we meet again. Mike.” The thought would anger her still if not for the fact that his cowardice would lead to her encounter with John.

They met first on the plane and had gone their separate ways from the airport in LA. By chance, they met again at the Hilton Checkers where by coincidence they both had rooms. Their chance meeting on the elevator as they headed to the restaurant for what they thought would be dinner alone turned into a lovely evening on dining and dancing. That night, Shelly’s quest for freedom and adventure fueled the fire of her desire. John impressed her. She was impressed by his openness, his honesty, his ability to recover from love lost and his lust for life. “Love was life’s dessert” John said, “To be consumed slowly and savored for as long as it lasted.”

They spent that night and the rest of the weekend together. Shelly could feel his tongue flicking delicately up the insides of her thighs. Like the wings of a butterfly fluttering from one flower to the next extracting the sweet nectar, John’s tongue flicked here and there stopping whenever a moan of pleasure escaped Shelly’s lips as his eager mouth traveled to her engorged bud. Shelly shuddered at just the thought and was suddenly startled when the right front tire blew forcing her to pull to the side of the deserted road.

Shelly got out looked at the tire then scanned up and down the quiet road. She looked up at the mountain brushing the hair from her face the blond highlights sparkling in the spring sun. She could see the snow like a ribbon of white in the shade of the pines. Next to it illuminated by the strong spring sun was a green ribbon of new spring growth, which wound down and disappeared into the trees that lined the road. She noticed a break in the trees ahead that appeared to be a driveway and she could see puffs of smoke rising just above the pines. “What luck!” she thought, “Looks like someone’s home and I’ll be able to get some help.”

She started up the driveway and walked up a path that led to the front door and rang the bell. No answer. She tried knocking and ringing the bell again but still no one came. She reluctantly reached for the doorknob, turned it and to her surprise it opened! “Hello.” She called out, “Hello, anybody home?” She stepped inside looking around hoping to see a phone or the owners. “Hello. I broke down and I need a phone, anybody?” She walked down a hallway passed a living room with a fireplace, bright red embers still crackled though there was no flame. She walked to the back of the house double French doors opened up into a large glass sunroom. Shelly stood in awe at the scene.

A hot tub bubbled quietly in one corner, a bottle of white wine stood waiting in a chiller. There was another fireplace in the opposite corner the logs there still burning with just a hint of flame. Next to the hot tub against the inside wall was a well stocked bar with glasses that hung from the rack above. “Oh, I can so use a drink right now!” Shelly thought as she considered pouring herself a glass of wine. Opposite the bar was a beautiful view of the mountain. To the right lay a sun drenched clearing with a field of yellow crocus already in full bloom the petals opened like welcoming arms waiting to wrap themselves around the bright sun. To the left a ribbon of white cascading down from the mountain peak hugging the shadows of the pines and ending at the rear corner of the house. Shelly could see a lone figure on skis hugging the tree line in tight graceful turns flowing down the mountain as though it were an insect being carried by a swift stream.

The figure grew larger as it moved rapidly towards the house. As it came closer into view Shelly guessed it to be a man by his size and build. The figure looked as though he would ski right into the glass when he turned suddenly bringing his skis together perpendicular to the mountain. His ankles bent into the hill turning the skis on edge and driving the edges into the soft wet snow. He came to an almost sudden stop with snow shooting out from under the skis spraying the glass wall. In one quick motion he planted his ski poles against the bindings and popped out of the skis. He stopped dead in his tracks after he entered the sunroom and saw Shelly standing there. He was breathing heavily from his run down the mountain and had paused to catch his breath but before he could speak Shelly began to explain her predicament. “I’m sorry, I broke down and …well…I uh tried the bell and when nobody answered…I just thought…” Shelly was feeling a little awkward about her trespassing and was finding it difficult to justify to her host.

The man reached up gripping the dark goggles with both hands and lifting them over his head. “Shelly?” “Holy shit, Shelly!” He yelled a huge grin spreading wide across his face as his blue eyes opened wide in disbelief. He moved forward his arms opened wide welcoming Shelly as the crocus welcomed the sun. “John!” “Son of a bitch!” Shelly screamed in delight as she jumped into his waiting arms wrapping her arms and legs around him their lips coming together in a passionate kiss as they held each other tight. The memory of the sweet dessert they shared was flooding back to them as their tongues entwined and they tasted each other once again.

“Let me pour us some wine and you can explain how you found me here” John said.

“Never mind that! You can explain to me what you’re doing here. How did you get here before me?” Shelly asked.

John explained that his friend the owner of the house needed to attend a business meeting and would be flying out on his private plane. “I was supposed to spend the week with him here.” John went on. “Instead he met me at the city airport and dropped me off at the local airport where he keeps his plane not far from here and had me drive his car back here.” “Now how did you end up here?” asked John. Shelly explained how she was heading home from city airport and decided to take the scenic route and had a tire blow just a few yards from the driveway. “It’s only by chance I ended up here!” she exclaimed.

“Holy shit honey, that’s not coincidence, that’s fate!” John exclaimed in disbelief.

John fixed Shelly’s tire and pulled her car into the barn, while Shelly showered and called her husband. “They’ll have the car for me in the morning.” she lied. “It’s just one more night and I’ll be home tomorrow.” “I love you too honey.” “Good night dear.” She said and hung up the phone. Shelly poured the wine into the glasses on the bar and walked to the glass wall facing the field of crocus. She was feeling guilty but she wasn’t quite sure if it was because of her lie or because of the love she felt for John. The affair was an accident, a confluence of circumstances that were unexpected. She only meant to exercises some control over her own destiny, to feel like she had her own identity, that she wasn’t just a piece of something but that she was something. She wasn’t looking for love, but somehow it found her, entered her and filled her and while she was able to walk away from that weekend, it would be much more difficult now that fate intervened once again.

Shelly was staring out at the beautiful yellow petals as they caught the last glint of the sun before it disappeared behind the mountain when John walked up behind her. He brushed the blond hair from her soft round shoulders and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her softly at the intersection of her neck and shoulders. She tilted her head sighing softly as his lips lingered capturing her soft skin between them and pulling lightly away. John paused a moment allowing anticipation to build before his lips caressed her shoulder once again. “You’re beautiful!” he whispered in a deep throaty tone as he exhaled. “Yes they are!” Shelly exclaimed still staring out at the crocus. John took her shoulders and turned her around to face him and looking deep into her hazel eyes said, “Yes, they’re beautiful too, but I was talking about you!” Their lips came together touching tenderly and lingering for a moment before parting, their tongues thrust passionately in a long kiss.

John took the wine glass from her hand and set it on the mantle. He slipped his hands under her robe and it fell to the floor in a heap. Shelly noticed his manhood poking against the towel wrapped around his waist and she slipped it from him. She placed her hands on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her tight against him before again kissing deeply. Sensing some uncertainty on her part John said. “I don’t know why, Shelly, but this just feels so right.” He was looking deeply into her eyes and trying to read her reaction. “I don’t know.” Shelly said, “The weekend with you was great, magical even, more that I ever expected. You’ve unleashed feelings in me that I thought only existed in fairy tales and I want you now more than ever, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone! But I have this whole other life, that’s familiar, that’s comfortable. I’m just so confused right now.”

“I understand” John said trying to console her. “But you are everything I’ve been looking for my whole life! I was totally depressed when we parted, that’s why I came up here to get away from everybody, everything. But then you showed up on my doorstep! Shelly, this is more than fate, this is destiny, we belong together, besides, I love you!” He took her face in his hands and kissed her again tenderly and felt her shiver. “Come” he said taking her hand and leading her into the hot tub.

They relaxed together in the tub soothing bubbles massaging their skin the warm water caressing their wanton bodies. With arms wrapped tightly around each other, they kissed passionately while warm bubbles rose between their bodies. John’s kisses trickled down Shelly’s neck like droplets of water running in random lines over her moist skin over her heaving breasts. He took her swollen nipples softly into his mouth rolling them gently between lips and tongue then flicking over the tips like the flame in the fireplace hot and quick. Shocks of pleasure shot through her like the sparks of the flame, burning red embers rising up the chimney as her blood engorged her nipples and warmed her breasts.

She moaned holding his head against her lost in the pleasure he heaped upon her. Her hand slid down to feel his excitement beneath the warm water and he sighed at her touch.

He lifted her in strong arms and carried her out of the water setting her down in front of the fireplace.

His kisses fell upon her wet naked body like a warm summer’s rain caressing every inch of her and moving down from her breasts to her moist mound. Her body drank them up as though it was the parched soil from a long drought, the pleasure of his lips bringing new life to her. Her breathing quickened and her heart was racing waves of pleasure sent shudders from her core as his tongue lapped at her nectar her legs splayed open to receive as much of him as possible as the petals of the crocus welcomed the sunlight. Shelly placed her hands on the side of his head pulling him towards her trembling lips. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him deeply. She could feel his passion pressing against her moist mound and she desperately wanted to feel him fill her insides. She wrapped her legs around him and guided his thirst to her warm wet velvet thrusting her hips forward her wet heat enclosing him her muscles urging him deeper.

John responded to her desire lunging his hips forward then pulling back slowly. He needed to take his time, to savor this moment, this gift, presented to him by fate. “Oh, Shelly, I never want to forget how it feels to be inside you, to be part of you, one with you!” John exclaimed through ragged breaths.

“God, yes, I want you, want you so bad, need you, need to feel you fill me!” Shelly cried between pants. She bucked her hips to meet his thrusts to take control, to quicken his pace. Her need was urgent now. She dug her heels into his back steam rose from their wet bodies their passion and the fire that flickered next to them providing the heat. John was thrusting wildly now and Shelly was arching to meet him. Their cries of pleasure filled the air as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm careening towards climax.

John clutched Shelly tight pulling himself against her hips firmly locked against her hungry thighs. He held his breath for a moment in as much a vain effort to delay the inevitable as an unselfish desire to satisfy the woman he loved. Shelly screamed out as John could hold off no longer, his release flooded her depths as his body rocked and shuddered. Shelly screamed out “Oh Gooodddd!!!” as her own body trembled and twitched as John’s hot flow filled her and spilled from her depths. Sparks of electricity shot throughout her body from her core and tears of joy filled her eyes. They lay quietly connected both feeling as one with the other while they waited to regain their breath and to feel their heart beats slowly return to normal.

They spent the night making love and pleasuring each other in ways they had never done with each other before. Their love was pure, unashamed, unrestrained and subconsciously they knew that as long as they were making love they wouldn’t be thinking about what tomorrow held.

They slept late into the morning and the sun had already covered the field of crocus with its blanket of yellow light waking the petals from their slumber. John put Shelly’s bag into the trunk of her car and handed her the keys. “I wish you didn’t have to go.” John said sadly. “I wish things were different too John, but they’re not.” Shelly said. “The weekend was just wonderful, more that I had hoped for! But last night, that was just unbelievable! A dessert, the flavor of which I will never forget!” “It truly was wonderful! John exclaimed. “So when will I see you again?” He asked holding the door of Shelly’s Mustang open. Shelly got into the car, closed the door and started the engine. “Perhaps we should leave that up to fate. After all it’s worked pretty good so far.” She said a sly smile on her face. John kissed her lightly on her lips. “I guess I’ll see you then.” he said trying not to sound disappointed. Shelly put the car in drive and started down the driveway. “Wait! Wait a minute!” John yelled holding his finger up in the air in the universal number one sign.. He ran inside the house and after several moments he was running down the driveway up to Shelly’s open window. From behind his back he handed Shelly a small plastic flowerpot that held a single yellow crocus. “I’ll see you.” He said though this time his voice was sure. “Good bye John.” Shelly said. She placed the plant on the seat next to her and pulled out onto the highway.

The Affair

2010-01-05T03:54:00.000-08:00

The Affair

Shelly looked out the window peering down at the patchwork of geometric shapes in green, brown and gray. At 30,000 feet all detail of the landscape is lost and like the landscape below Shelly’s problems seemed so far away now. Problems that were obstacles like concrete walls towering above her with the solutions out of reach just waiting on the other side if only she could get over were now like the geometric shapes below and she was way above them. A huge grin came to Shelly’s face as she thought about this and as she turned to settle back into her seat. “What a pretty smile” said John the passenger sitting next to her, “Can’t be business so it must be pleasure” he said trying to engage her in polite conversation. “Well, I hope so!” exclaimed Shelly, “I’m meeting an old friend that I haven’t seen in years.” “That sounds nice” he said, “Is she as pretty as you?” John asked. “Did I say she?” Shelly responded with a hint on innuendo in her voice. John chuckled “No you didn’t.” “My names John, John Starre” he said holding out his hand. “Hi, I’m Michelle Salmon, but my friends call me Shelly” she said grasping his hand lightly. “Pleased to meet you Shelly,” he replied gazing into her beautiful hazel eyes.

They talked politely for several minutes about nothing in particular. Shelly was taken by his easy smile and deep blue penetrating eyes, which gazed back into her own and seemed to touch her soul. His hands were smooth and well manicured. He was trim and appeared to be in his mid forties. He told her he was going to LA to take a break, relax and perhaps look at some homes, when the movie screens began to come to life.

Shelly leaned back in her seat her eyes becoming heavy as she stared blankly at the screen not really interested in the movie. She found herself thinking about John and what it would be like to make love to him. “Why am I thinking about him? She thought, “I’m on my way to meet Michael!” Perhaps it was because she felt so free, “Anything was possible now! She thought. It wasn’t long before she dozed off.

John and Shelly were in the airplane lavatory, Shelly’s skirt was hiked up over her ass, her cotton panties hung from one leg as she tugged John’s belt dropping his pants to the floor. Their lips were locked in a deep passionate kiss and their tongues entwined in an oral dance as she freed the throbbing member from John’s shorts and tugged him anxiously towards her eager entrance. John was running his hands over her ample breasts rolling her erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He was sucking and nibbling her neck his warm moist lips working feverously towards her heaving breasts. Shelly wrapped her legs tightly around him wanting his throbbing cock to fill her insides to… “Please bring your seat backs and tray tables to the upright position.” came the voice of the flight attendant over the intercom waking Shelly from her dreams.

Shelly stood at the doorway from the arrivals area past the baggage claim looking for Michael. “Why would he be late?” she thought, “He said he was excited to see me after all these years, you’d think he’d be on time!” John was just coming from the car rental desk with his bags when he spotted Shelly outside the doors. “Can I drop you somewhere Shelly?” he asked. “Oh no, Michael should be here any minute.” She replied hoping she wasn’t making a mistake. “Okay, well enjoy your stay, it was a real pleasure meeting you!” John exclaimed heading off to get his car.

It wasn’t more than five minutes after John left that Shelly’s cell phone signaled the receipt of the text message. It was from Michael “Sorry. Can’t go through with it,” the message read. Shelly hailed a cab. “Hilton Checkers” she said as the driver pulled away.

Shelly’s room was beautiful. The bathroom had marble floors and fresh flowers. There was a king size bed and a work area with Internet access. She decided to take a bath while she looked over the amenities of the hotel. “The spa sounded wonderful!” she thought. She made up her mind to enjoy herself, “The hell with Michael, his loss” she thought. Shelly was going to make the most of this opportunity. For once she only had to think about herself and what made her happy. There were no kids to feed, no husband to clean up after or errands to run. No, this was all about Shelly, finding herself, and making herself happy, not having anyone to answer to and not having to feel guilty about anything!

She was lying in the tub steam rising up fogging the mirrors when she began to think about John. She took her soapy hands and brushed them over her breasts closing her eyes. She imagined her fingers to be John’s as they lightly circled her areolas then stroked her nipples as they began to swell and become erect. She felt the fire of desire rising in her center craving to be touched as her hand moved down to her slit and her fingers moved along the lips up to her now firm bud. She was moaning softly as one hand played with her breasts and the other circled furiously around her clit. Her legs opened and closed her heart pounded and she panted heavily as her pussy convulsed and twitched she whimpered as she released. She lay quietly for a moment in the tub before rinsing off in the shower, “Why didn’t I take John up on that lift?” she thought with regret.

Shelly was dressed to kill. She wore a black satin strapless cocktail dress with a neckline that plunged below her ample breasts and a hemline that was six inches above her knees. Her fine hose with the seam up the back accented her shapely legs and coupled with the black heels made them appear longer than they actually were. Her dress was making a statement, one that she suppressed for longer than she can remember she was confident and this was her coming out. “I look great!” she thought as she headed down stairs to the bar for a cocktail before dinner.

Shelly pressed the button on the elevator and watched anxiously as the display lit showing the descent of the elevator. “Ding.” sounded the bell announcing the arrival of the elevator on her floor. The doors opened slowly and there standing in the corner alone was John. His blue eyes opened wide at the sight of her and his jaw nearly dropped when he exclaimed in delight “Well hello pretty lady! You look absolutely gorgeous!” John was dressed in a tailored Armani suit, red tie and plain white shirt. “Why thank you!” Shelly said blushing slightly. “Now if I had three wishes the first one would be that I were Michael, and the second one would be that I was taking you for dinner and dancing.” John said excitedly. “Well, I can’t grant you your first wish” Shelly teased and John looked disappointed. “But I can grant you wish number two” Shelly said hoping she wasn’t being too forward. “Allow me.” John said placing his hand on his waist and offering his arm to her a wide grin spread across his face.

They started off with cocktails in the lounge and then they shared dinner in the restaurant. John told Shelly about how only several months ago he caught his fiancée in bed with his best man and that pretty much ended his wedding plans. He told her that he had come to terms with what happened. He was happy that he shared a love with his fiancée even if it were only for a little while and even if it wasn’t entirely real. John believed all love was good love and that there just wasn’t enough of it in this world today. He told her he forgave his friend and he understood why any man would want to be with his fiancée. Still John hoped one day to find that true soul mate that only wanted him, someone that he would want exclusively, someone that would allow him to be him and not be threatened by that need for individuality, someone that could also be their own person and yet at the end of the day be his.

They danced close together to “A moment Like This” by Kelly Clarkson. John’s hand slid down to the small of Shelly’s back pulling her tight against him her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. She could feel the bulge in his pants rising and pressing against her has they swayed in time to the music. “What was the third wish?” Shelly whispered in his ear. John looked into her eyes “What?” he asked. “On the elevator when you said if you could have three wishes, you only told me two. “What was the third?” she asked. John still gazing longingly into her hazel eyes blushed and said “To spend the night making love to you.” Shelly’s heart quickened as her lips moved closer to his. John’s lips met her half way touching lightly and lingering for a moment as they gazed into each other’s eyes and felt the fire burning in their core.

Before the song ended, Shelly was leading John to the elevator. When the doors closed behind them they embraced in a passionate kiss, tongues tangled and flickered wildly like the flame of a candle in the wind. They stopped on Shelly’s floor because it was closer and Shelly lead John by the hand running down the hallway and giggling like a schoolgirl to her room. They embraced at the foot of the bed kissing each other in feverish passion. John’s hands roamed Shelly’s back searching for the zipper that would release her flaming body from the confines of her dress while Shelly slipped the knot on John’s tie and unbuttoned his Shirt. John threw off his shirt and jacket with one motion while Shelly’s dress feel in a heap at her feet. She unbuttoned John’s slacks and they dropped to the floor and she pushed him onto the bed gripping his shorts and yanking them off before jumping on top of him.

Shelly was in control. She was determined to be free. She would not allow any inhibitions or second thoughts to prevent her from finding the happiness and pleasure missing for so long from her life and she wasn’t about to leave things up to John either.

Shelly began kissing John’s chest sucking his nipples and nibbling his skin while John held the back of her head and moaned. She moved quickly down to his already erect cock and wasted no time taking him in her mouth. Her tongue encircled the head and she bobbed up and down her warm moist lips pulling slowly over the head. She turned her body positioning her knees on either side of John’s head and his strong hands ripped her panties apart before his eager tongue lashed at her honey hole darting wildly inside her and flicking over her bud.

Shelly tasted his pre cum and rose up pressing her pussy against John’s face. She was in charge and she wasn’t ready to let him cum. John gripped the sides of her thighs darting his tongue into her depths while Shelly fingered her clit. She tightened her thighs against his head as her pussy twitched and convulsed her cum flowing freely as the fire spread from her center she screamed out “Oh my Goooodddd!” John’s moans were stifled as his tongue lapped at her nectar drinking up her sweet juices.

Shelly’s thighs were still quivering when she rose up to face John. She bent over to kiss him tasting her own self on his lips as she guided John’s throbbing cock towards her entrance. She rose up and sunk slowly onto him wanting to feel every inch fill her. John hands played with her tits as he gently stroked her sensitive nipples pulled and twirled them between his fingers and Shelly moaned as she buried John’s entire cock in her wet velvet. She rose up and down in a slow and steady motion and at the bottom of her stroke she rocked back and forth rubbing her clit against the bottom of his shaft. She watched John’s face his blue eyes rolling behind his head in pleasure and when she saw him bite his bottom lip and felt him tense she stopped her movement rubbing her clit with her fingers while John looked on.

She did this time and again, cumming over and over while denying John his release for what seemed like hours. Finally John screamed out “Oh my God, please fuck me Shelly make me cum I’m begging you!” A wicked smile spread across her face as she began thrusting up and down slowly at first before quickening her pace. “You want me to fuck you?” she asked teasingly. “Yes!” John cried “Oh yes baby that’s it!” “Beg me, beg me to fuck you!” Shelly demanded. “Please I’m begging you, Please fuck me baby! Harder! Please Harder!” John begged. “John was actually begging her!” she thought as she bounced wildly up and down on him crashing against the base of his throbbing cock. Shelly screamed out as she came again. John cried “I’m gonna explode!” It was as if a damn burst as John shot spurt after hot milky spurt of his jism deep inside her. Shelly collapsed onto John’s chest while John’s cock still twitched inside her and her pussy clutched and released him milking him of all his seed. Their lips remained locked in a passionate kiss while Shelly continued to gyrate on him.

They lay that way for a while kissing tenderly with moist lips on to the sensitive skin of their necks and face. They began talking about what they would do together in the coming days. Shelly knew that in two days she would have to go home back to reality. For now though, she had found herself, found a level of happiness that she longed for, found a freedom she had never known and explored desires that had long been dormant. As they drifted off to sleep wrapped tightly in each others arms Shelly wondered if she would be able to let him go or if she stayed with him would she be exchanging one prison for another.

Blackmailed!

2009-12-16T05:39:00.000-08:00

I don’t think Jen knew how much I wanted her! She seemed to think I wasn’t serious and I was only flirting, but that was not the case! I loved everything about her and I was envious of her husband but I knew she would never leave him or her three kids, which is why I came up with my plan. The timing was perfect! Her husband would be away a couple of nights hauling a load long distance as he had done before from time to time.

It was after midnight when I snuck into her room with my camera and tri pod. I quietly set it up at the foot of her bed and stripped down naked. I walked quietly over to her hoping she wouldn’t wake, and gently lifted the covers pulling them all the way down to the foot of the bed and onto the floor. I paused for a moment to look at her sleeping peacefully in her nightie, her beautiful 38c breasts outlined by the sheer fabric. I couldn’t wait to photograph them bare! She was on her side with one arm under her as I undid the buttons and peeled it away. She moaned quietly and shifted then turned as I slipped the other arm through and completely removed her top. Her breasts were more beautiful then I imagined and were perfectly exposed to my camera, her hands over her head as she lay on her back. I took several shots of her alone then set the timer and took one with my mouth open just above her nipple. Now I needed the money shot! I very gently, very carefully, and very slowly slid her lace panties down. She stirred as I tried to slip them under her firm round ass, and letting out a moan turned to one side. I peeled them under as she did slipping them easily over her ankles then holding them up to my face I inhaled her scent. “Ah I think I’m going to keep these!” I thought. Then I gently turned her onto her back, spreading her legs as wide as I dared before taking several pictures of her clean shaven pussy! To see her in her naked beauty was almost more than I could bear! I wanted to take her right there, but no, I would make her do what I wanted her to do! I slipped out quietly wondering, what would she think when she woke up.

Jen woke in a start. She felt cold and suddenly realized she was naked the blankets tossed on the floor! “Was it a dream or was someone in my room?” She thought. She had a clue when she couldn’t find her panties, but it was obvious it was real when she found the envelope with the naked pictures of her with Bob and the note. “After the kids are in school, you will come to my house. Do not call the police or tell anyone or your pictures will be posted all over the Internet!” the note read. Jen was angry! “How could Bob do this?” she thought. At the same time she was afraid. She couldn’t take the chance of those pictures being published. What would her husband think? She worried about her kids, and what her parents and friends would think. She kept to her normal routine sent the kids off to school and headed to Bob’s house.

Jen rang the bell and waited then heard the door open.

“You came alone? Came a voice from behind the door.

“I’m alone.” Jen replied.

“Come in quickly!” Bob answered grabbing Jen by the wrist and pulling her inside.

“I don’t know how you managed to get those pictures but I want them back!” Jen demanded.

“Oh do you?” Bob asked with an evil laugh. “Then you’d better do exactly as I say!” he commanded, his voice stern and threatening.

“What is it you want me to do?” Jen asked with desperation and fear in her voice.

“Well to start with turn on the stereo.” Bob commanded. Jen looked around for the stereo and turned it on. Steamy jazz music filled the room. The kind you might hear at a sexy night club where patrons danced close and tried to arouse their partners.

“Now get me a beer out of the fridge. It’s in there and pour it in a glass. You can find them in the cabinet to the right of the fridge.”

“Here” you go Jen said now can “I have those pictures? “ Jen asked as she handed Bob the beer.

“You think that’s all those pictures are worth, a beer?” Bob asked as he laughed incredulously. “It will take much more than that Jen.” Bob said as he sat in a chair facing Jen.

“Well what then?” Jen asked.

“Strip!” Slowly, and dance along with the music.” Bob commanded.

“I’m not going to…” Jen started but stopped when Bob held up her naked picture, her legs wide open her pussy exposed and Bob’s face in the shot, his tongue extended out towards her flower.

“Oh yes you will!” he said grinning.

Jen began swaying slowly unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall to the floor. Then she unzipped her jeans wriggling her hips while Bob watched intently and shaking them from her ankles. She swayed before him completely naked.

“Touch your nipples” Bob said, “Play with them, pull them twist them and make it look sexy!” He commanded.

Jen did as she was told. She was beginning to get excited at what was happening to her.

“Now, touch your pussy.” Bob said. “That’s right run your finger up and down that delicious slit of yours! Now finger yourself! Stroke your depths until you’re soaking wet!”

Bob was getting excited now! Jen could see the bulge in his pants and she began to wonder what it would feel like to have his cock inside her.

“Now taste it! Put your finger in your mouth and suck off your juices!” Bob said obviously becoming more and more aroused. “You’re one hot little slut aren’t you Jen?” “Well aren’t you Jen! Say it!” Bob ordered!

“Oh yes Bob I’m a hot slut just for you!” Jen said feeling herself getting wetter.

“Come here and give Bob a taste!”

Jen walked over to Bob and Bob stood as she approached him. She took her finger from her pussy and ran it around his lips before he took it in his mouth and savored Jens sweetness.

“On you knees Jen!” Bob ordered as he unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor, his cock thick and stiff appeared to jump out at Jen.

“Now suck it slut!” He ordered while tangling his hands in her ash blond hair and holding the back of her head.

Jen took is cock in her mouth bobbing slowly up and down his shaft when suddenly Bob thrust his hips forward pulling her head onto his member gagging her as he pushed his whole length in! “Suck it all my little slut!”

Jen could taste his precum as he fucked her mouth sliding his cock over her lips and tongue. She could feel his balls tense as she prepared for the inevitable explosion. Bob pulled back at the last moment his hot cream spurting in jets flooded Jen’s face as he looked down in delight. “Lick it clean!” Bob ordered. Jen did as she was told, but she noticed her pussy was aching! She was aroused! She wanted so bad to be fucked right now, to have an orgasm of her own, she almost forgot why she was here.

“Crawl to the table on all fours.” Bob said as he relaxed back in his seat. “You see that vibrator? Put it in your mouth and bring it to me!”

Jen did as she was told her pussy juices began to flow as she thought about what Bob might do with the vibrator.

“Lay on your back, put your legs in the air and pleasure yourself for me!” Bob ordered.

Jen took the vibrator and rubbed it on her clit her pussy fully exposed to Bob’s view. Bob watched intently as Jen inserted the vibrator in her hungry cunt with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other while her moans filled the room. Now she was bucking up against her thrusts feeling her pussy twitching wildly as a powerful orgasm erupted from her core soaking the rug beneath her.

“Get on all fours!” Bob ordered “Face down on the floor, ass up!”

Jen did as she was told though her thighs were like rubber and still shaking. Bob mounted her from behind. He was already hard and hungry for Jen’s cunt! He gripped her hips and slid his cock into her dripping wet hole. Jen grunted as his thick member filled her, the throbbing head pushing though her trembling wet velvet pressed against her womb. Bob thrust his hips in and out harder and harder while pulling her onto him. His balls swung slapping against her ass. Jen’s pussy was trembling again clutching at his cock she screamed out as she came again her juices flowing down her trembling thighs. Suddenly Bob withdrew from her paused for a moment and then guided his soaking wet cock into Jets uplifted ass. Jen gasped as inch-by-inch Bob pressed his cock into her tight hole. He reached around her thighs and found her clit, rubbing it with his fingers as he fucked Jen’s ass! Jen screamed out as another explosive orgasm ripped through her body. She felt Bob’s cock explode inside her ass his cum flooding out of her hole as he continued to pump with each spurt.

Bob stood up while Jen lay collapsed on the floor breathing heavily. “Here you earned it!” Bob said tossing the picture on Jen’s back. “Get dressed and get out!” he said. Come back tomorrow and if you’re a good slut I’ll give you another picture” Bob added. Then turned and walked away.

The Office Boss

2009-12-15T06:02:00.000-08:00

Michele ran the office as she saw fit. She was a tough boss but fair and didn’t care much for lame excuses like when Doug missed a sales call because he must not have had a good signal on his cell while he was on the road. Funny how moments after she called him and was forced to leave him the message he was able to call and ask his secretary Mary, what she was wearing that day! Doug soon found out that Michele was a woman that meant business when she assigned that account in his area to Ted.

Many of the men in the office and some of the women considered her a “bitch”, but would certainly never say so to her face. Some even conspired against her devising elaborate plots that would cast her in a bad light with her superiors in a desperate attempt to get her fired, but she always came out on top, was always a step ahead of them and was very effective at getting her revenge.

Revenge is exactly what Michelle had in mind after having defeated yet another plot against her to get her fired, and this time she was going to make sure these two would never be able to threaten her again. She was a smart woman, biding her time gathering the evidence she would need in order to carry out her plan, and now the time had come.

She called Mary into her office first and had her take a seat. Mary was a quiet reserved woman but easily manipulated. Married for 10 years and with two children, often complained about the lack of attention and appreciation from her husband. She often expressed her frustrations to Doug, her boss, who was always willing to lend a sympathetic ear.

Doug was the commensurate salesman. Always lying and manipulating to get what he wanted, which is fine when you’re talking about selling, but Doug brought these traits to his relationships as well. He was pretty good at it too, which is why he was able to stay married to the same woman for more than 15 years. He was a user, and had used his position as both friend and boss of Mary in his attempt to get Michelle.

“Mary, I have copies of the emails you sent to Doug describing in disgusting detail your luncheons with Doug at the Eden Rock motel.” Michelle stated as a mater of fact. “I could fire you right now just for using the company computers not to mention forging you time sheets to cover the time spent at the motel” she went on. “I could also forward these to your entire address book, including your husband if I desired to do so” Michelle said. Mary began to cry tears rolled down her cheeks and through her sobs she pleaded “I’ll do anything you want please don’t do this, don’t fire me!”

“Fine, if you do as I ask, I’ll forget the whole thing now stop crying!” Michelle said forcefully. “First you will fill out this sexual harassment complaint against Doug,” she continued, “Then I will call Doug in to confront him.” You and he will follow my instructions to the letter and everything will be just fine.” Mary did precisely as she was told.

Michelle called Doug into her office and explained to him the situation. She told him that his job, his marriage, his life and that of his friend Mary was in her hands and that he must do exactly as he is told or face destruction. Doug gulped hard and nodded his agreement. “Fine, now take off your clothes, that’s right all of your clothes Doug” Michelle commanded “and sit in that chair when you’re done.” “Mary, take these cuffs and secure Doug’s hands behind the chair.” Mary hesitated and looked at Doug. “Now!” shouted Michelle forcefully and Mary complied. They pulled the chair close to Michelle’s desk. “Take off your clothes Mary and get on my desk” Michelle barked.

Mary was on the desk naked facing Doug. Doug was eye level with Mary’s pussy but still too nervous to be aroused. “I want you to satisfy your self Mary, that’s right, lick your fingers and rub your little bud for Doug” Michelle ordered.

Michelle stood back to observe the two, waiting and watching. After several minutes Mary almost forgot where she was. She was looking at Doug looking at her. She noticed Doug’s cock swelling, he was moving in his chair trying to stimulate himself and this was making Mary hot. Mary was in control and was anxious to put on a show for Doug. They were both oblivious now to Michelle who was standing back watching and slowly removing her own clothes.

Mary had her head back on the desk with her eyes closed. Her legs were open and up in the air. Her left hand held her swollen wet pussy lips apart moving in rapid circles underneath her pink folds and rubbing her clit vigorously. Her other hand was fingering her wet hole. Four of her fingers plunged in and out as moans of pleasure escaped her lips.

Doug wriggled in his chair trying desperately to stimulate his throbbing organ, his gaze fixed on Mary’s soaking wet pussy, and her moans ringing in his ears had him thinking back to their trysts at the Eden Rock.

Michelle stepped in between them with one hand supporting the huge strap on and the other her weight she positioned her feet on Doug’s chair and guided the huge rubber cock into Mary’s moist hole. The mushroom head parted Mary’s wet lips and Mary gasped as Michelle bent forward sliding the huge cock to the bottom of her wanting pussy, at the same time pressing her ass into Doug’s face.

“Lick my ass Doug, and make it good!” Michelle commanded. “I want to feel that magic tongue of yours reach up to my small intestine!” She screamed. Doug’s cock felt like it would explode! It was only inches away from what he desired but it might as well have been a mile. He complied with Michelle’s order his tongue circling her ass diving inside as far as he could press it sending shocks of pleasure that ran under her and electrified her pussy. She wriggled her ass driving the rubber cock in circles inside Mary’s pussy. Mary wrapped her legs tightly around Michelle squeezing tightly and arching her back up to take all of the cock she could handle. Mary’s pussy twitched and convulsed while she screamed out in release, waves of orgasmic pleasure rocked her body.

Michelle turned to face Doug lifting his legs over her shoulders and guiding the strap-on towards his ass. “Mary, get under me and lick me ass, NOW!” ordered Michelle. Mary complied holding onto Michelle’s thighs running her tongue up to where the strap on was connected by her pussy and underneath in that sensitive spot between her pussy and ass and finally rimming her ass hole and diving inside. Michelle moaned in delight as she pushed the thick rubber cock into Doug’s ass. Michelle rocked her hips back and forth as Mary delighted her with her tongue. Doug screamed out his cock was aching and in desperate need of release and his ass was sore but he was more excited then he could ever remember.

Michelle disconnected the strap on leaving it in Doug’s ass. She sat back on the desk holding Mary’s head against her quivering cunt. Mary’s tongue lapped at her pink wet hole darting over her hard bud and flicking wildly into her velvety depths all within Doug’s sight. Michelle locked her legs around Mary’s head her body shuddered violently in orgasmic release while Doug looked on his cock twitching, aching for release of his own.

“Okay Mary, you need to help Doug” Michelle said breathlessly, “I want you to jerk him off” she explained as she turned to line her ass up with Doug’s pulsating cock, “and aim it at my ass.” It didn’t take Mary long before she felt Doug tense she hesitated pointing his exploding cock at Michelle’s waiting ass the spurts of hot jism found their mark landing on the small of her back and running down the crack of her ass.

“Mary clean off his cock” Michelle said with authority, “and Doug, clean off my ass!”
Mary’s swallowed Doug’s cock as Michelle pressed her ass against Doug’s face forcing him to lick her clean. Michelle got dressed first and released Doug from his restraint. “The two of you can get dressed and get out of here” she advised “and don’t ever think you can fuck with me!”

The Observer

2009-12-11T06:24:00.000-08:00

Finally it was dark! I couldn’t wait for 10PM to arrive. Because that was about the time my neighbor Stacy would light the many candles in her bedroom. She will have that steamy Jazz saxophone playing softly as she awaits the arrival of her husband. By now she would have completed her bath, and combed out her long blond hair. A bottle of fine wine will be in the chiller next to the bed, and even though the curtains of the sliding glass doors will be closed, I will still have a perfect view of the happenings from behind the arborvitae bush located at the corner of the patio that the glass doors provide access to. The bushes they planted for privacy will actually provide for my cover where I can clearly see by peering through the crack of the closed curtain that is formed at the corner of the door when drawn.

9PM. By now she should be lying in bed, perhaps reading while she waits for her lover, Bob, an airline pilot that flew a regularly scheduled flight and was often away, except on Wednesdays when he would always arrive about 10PM and Stacy would be waiting.
Stacy was a beautiful young woman perhaps 30 years old that worked as a physical trainer. Her body was firm, as she lived her job, always watching what she ate, and working out.

I wonder what she’s going to wear tonight. She always seemed to find new ways to please her man. I took my position behind the bush and as always I had a clear view! Stacy was there on the bed wearing red lace teddy and panties, garters holding up her red lace hose. She had on paten leather black boots with three inch spike heals. Her skin was creamy white and she wore ruby red lipstick. Her green eyes sparkled in the light of the flickering candle, and her fingernails, which seemed long for someone in her profession, were painted ruby red to match her thick ruby red lips.

But something was different tonight! She had already poured her wine and returned the glass to the night table after taking a sip. She began to slip out of the teddy exposing her firm breasts. She took an ice cube from the chiller and began circling her nipples with it. Then she began stroking them sliding her hands slowly up and down her belly and over her breasts occasionally she would capture her now erect nipples between her thumbs and fore fingers rolling and pulling them before again stroking her soft skin and squeezing her firm breasts.

I watched in awe of her beauty, my manhood pushing against the inside of my jeans and my thighs hot and tingling, my mind lost in fantasy. She reached over and took something off the nightstand and laid it beside her on the bed out of my view. Then she unhooked the garter and slid the red lace panties over her boots, revealing her firm muscular thighs and her clean-shaven pussy.

She picked the object off the bed holding in one hand while her other hand slid lightly up and down her belly and her thighs, then in between her legs, her fingers expertly spreading her lips and massaging her clitoris as she moaned softly.
I could see the vibrator in her other hand was a two pronged affair, with a small extension designed to stimulate her clit and a larger part designed to be inserted in side her. When she turned it on I saw the larger part rotating. It seemed to be made of marbles in the shape of a cone. I watched intently as she placed it inside her. Her feet on the bed and knees up at first then her knees fell off to the side on the bed opening her legs wider as if to give me an even better view! She was moaning loudly now, thrusting the vibrator in and out. Her pussy was glistening wet, her juices flowing freely as the muscles in her thighs flexed and contracted.

This was more than I could stand! My heart raced with excitement my legs wobbled and my loins began to burn as fresh blood was pumped to my now throbbing cock! I couldn’t stand it any longer! I ripped open my jeans, pulling them and my briefs down to my ankles and I began to stroke myself. I had never done this before! Normally I just watched, but now I imagined myself there with Stacy, her wanting pussy waiting for my anxious cock to be thrust inside her!

I must not have noticed how loud I moaned, lost in my fantasy of passion. I didn’t see Stacey had left the bed until suddenly the glass doors opened! There was no way for me to run with my pants down! I now had to face the embarrassment of being caught by my neighbor, a peeping tom! “Why don’t you come in Tim, isn’t it cold out here?” Stacy asked not even phased by my appearance. “But…but…” I stammered, you’re not going to call the police”? I asked? “Oh don’t be silly Tim!” she exclaimed. “But…but…what about your husband?” I asked. “Oh, he isn’t going to make it tonight, his flight got delayed”. “He suggested I ask you if you want to take his place for this evening.” She explained. “What!” But how did he know…” “Tim, “she interrupted “we know you’ve been watching us. We purposely left the curtain open in the corner so you could see!” “You see we enjoy being watched!”

I couldn’t believe my ears, not to mention my eyes! Stacy reached down to caress my still erect cock and began to lead me inside to the bedroom. “I hope you’re still horny Tim. I’m in need of a good hard fucking!” Stacy exclaimed as she lay me down on the bed her thick ruby red lips parted as she bent down towards my crotch.

Her green eyes were locked on mine as she held my throbbing cock gently in her hand her ruby red lips caressed the tip clamping around the head holding it in her warm wet mouth her tongue lightly flicked over the tip then she dragged her full red lips over the head sucking and pulling away. Tingles like electricity shot down my shaft to my balls and he groaned as he arched his back attempting to shove his anxious cock down Stacy’s throat. Stacy pulled back she was going to tease him until he begged! “Hold on there cowboy” Stacy ordered, “not so fast!”

She brought out some leather restraints tying my arms and legs apart to each of the bedposts. She straddled my chest as though she were ready to guide my aching cock into her hungry pussy my heart was pounding in anticipation as I anxiously eyed her swollen, wet, clean shaven, pussy lips and imagined them surrounding my eager member. Instead she took the vibrator from the night table kneeling above my lips she began to pleasure herself. I watched intently as she slid the toy in and out of her. I never wanted a woman as bad as I wanted Stacy now. Her thighs tensed, she screamed out, her cum flowed down her inner thighs while I watched bucking my hips, my eager cock aching for stimulation!
She turned placing her soaking wet pussy to my lips “Eat me” she moaned, “lick my cunt and make it good!” she exclaimed wriggling her pussy into my face. My tongue parted her swollen wet lips licking and flicking wildly up and down her slit pausing on her clit I nibbled and bit licked and sucked her bud, lapping up the sweet juices. Stacy was rolling her tongue around the head of my cock teasing me. I wanted her to take my cock deep into her mouth, or to have her slide it into her wet cunt or even her ass, jerk me off anything! I was blind with pent up passion my balls ached for release!

Stacy pressed her pussy hard against my mouth “Oh God! I’m cumming” she screamed rubbing her cunt against my mouth as I eagerly lapped up her nectar. I was pulling at the restraints, bucking my hips “Oh God!” I screamed, “Fuck me! Please fuck me!” Stacy said calmly “Beg me, say please mistress, please fuck me.” “Okay” I cried “Please mistress, please fuck me I beg you!” With that Stacy took my aching cock deep into her mouth. I felt the head pass her tonsils as she swallowed the entire shaft her full moist lips kissing my balls I arched my back and moaned in delight as she bobbed her head up and down her lips sliding over my head and then swallowing me again.

Her hands cupped my balls and she felt them begin to tense and she stopped immediately. She held her lips near the tip of my cock blowing her breath gently over it. “Don’t stop!” I cried. “Is that how you talk to your mistress?” she asked. “Beg, me!” she commanded. I was practically in tears as I cried, “Please, mistress Stacy, please fuck me, I’m begging you make me cum!” “Oh you’re such a good, obedient boy.” Stacy said. She held my throbbing cock in her hand facing me, watching my eyes, my expression as she took the head and slid it up and down along her salacious slit, rubbing her clit in small circles with it teasing me!

“Oh please mistress Stacy, please fuck me” I screamed tears beginning to form in my eyes “I beg you” I said desperately. She guided my anxious cock into her wet pink pussy. I felt the warmth surround my shaft, her muscles gripping me as she slowly dropped down on my member. I sighed in relief as she paused to rock back and forth rubbing her clit against the base of my cock buried deep inside her. She rose up slowly, pausing whit just the head of my hungry cock inside her I felt the lips of her pussy pull over the top and the cool air chill my dick. “I don’t hear you begging” Stacy said coyly. “Oh my God! I’m sorry my mistress, please fuck me I beg you!”

She guided me back inside her, slowly stroking my shaft I bucked arching my back wanting to move faster. “Beg for what you want Tim” Stacy teased. Please fuck me, mistress faster, please I beg you!” Stacy began sliding up and down. She was breathing rapidly as she bounced hard on my cock. I just kept screaming “Please!”…”Mistress!”…”Fuck me!”…”Harder!”… “I beg you!”…”faster!”

Stacy was screaming too. “Beg me, beg for it, beg me to fuck you” she cried out. I could feel her pussy tighten around me gripping and releasing, her body shaking as she threw her head back and screamed “Aiiieeee…I’m cumming!” I was bucking wildly under her, straining against the leather restraints my cock spasmed, washing her womb with eruptions of my milky muskiness, her convulsing cunt squeezing me of every last drop.
Stacy fell over onto my chest, my cock still inside her, our mingled juices spilling out of her onto my balls. Stacy seemed insatiable, and I wondered if she was done with me. What a lucky guy Bob was, but tonight it was I who was lucky! Even a blind squirrel occasionally finds a nut!

Blind Love

2009-12-10T05:36:00.000-08:00

Like many couples that have been married for a long time, Tom felt his relationship with his wife Carla had grown a little stale. Oh, he still loved her without a doubt, but he felt as though something were missing, passion perhaps, because even though they still made love on occasion, it seemed as if they were just going through the motions.

Although Tom didn’t think of himself as anything special, he was actually quite handsome, in fact, many women considered him a stud! He was very proud of his body and worked very hard keeping himself in top shape. While no one would consider him a body builder, he had a well-defined muscular shape, with broad shoulders and chiseled chest that cut down to a 30-inch waist. He sported six-pack abs, well-defined biceps and calves and a tight round buttocks that often caught the eye of many a lady at the gym, and some of the men too. At six foot tall he wasn’t an imposing figure. He had dark black hair that was only beginning to show a few strands of gray in his sideburns. His hazel green eyes though stood out like beacons below his dark eyebrows and in conversation one was always drawn to his gaze.

In spite of this Tom never considered himself to be anything special. He really thought that all the women that flirted with him were just nice people and treated every body else the same way they treated him. Still, he could have had almost any woman he wanted if he realized his power over them. Yet, his wife didn’t seem to be paying the kind of attention to him he was used to or that some strangers did! To be fair, Tom seemed to be a little less interested as well and so it was understandable when his neighbor Jamie started behaving especially nice to him that he would fall prey to her suggestive advances, and it wasn’t long before they were involved in a torrid affair.

On this night Carla had called Tom to tell him she would have to work late tonight. She was scheduled to attend a conference call with China and the time difference made it necessary to communicate with the factory at nine PM EST, so she would attend dinner with her colleagues and return to the office to resolve the latest issues with their product.

Carla was an attractive woman with long chestnut hair with a healthy shine. She was rather tall at 5 foot 8 inches and though a size ten she was well proportioned and still turned heads. Her light brown eyes almost matched the color of her hair and a bright ready smile called attention to her pretty face and invited smiles from passers by.

Now she thought about her lover while conversation swirled around her in the conference room. She was well aware that her relationship with Tom was strained and in need of a spark, but was it up to her to fix it? Why couldn’t Tom take the initiative? She longed for the passion they shared when they first met and she was tired of catering to his needs, after all she had needs too, what about her needs? She wondered if Tom was having an affair and perhaps that was why when they made love it seemed as though they were performing a love scene in a show that ran three times a day and five nights a week, always starting and ending at the same time, mechanical, rehearsed, and without spontaneity or variety.

Maybe it was her fault she thought, perhaps the passion she shared with her lover took all that she had and left nothing for Tom. She thought about her lover’s soft moist lips softly caressing her own. The gentle entwining of tongues exploring each other’s hot anxious mouth. Her heart began beating faster at just the thought! She felt the fingers cupping her breasts, smooth skin lightly tracing her areolas and erect nipples, followed by the darting of eager tongue and lips sending shivers down her spine. “Carla!” Bob said for the third time breaking the spell, “It looks like China is having phone problems, we’ll have to try this again tomorrow.” Carla was elated at the unexpected opportunity suddenly presented to her.

Tom was delighted to have another chance to be with Jamie and called her as soon as he hung up with Carla. Jamie was more than happy to come by since her plans for the evening had been cancelled. She was a single young woman and enjoyed having some time alone, but hated when she wasn’t planning on it, to have it thrust upon her and happily accepted Tom’s invitation to stop by. Jamie was a beautiful woman and never had a problem getting a date. She was a blond haired curvaceous beauty with eyes as blue as a clear winter’s sky and large firm breasts that even braless stood high on her chest.

Tom greeted her at the door with a glass of chilled white wine. He didn’t want to waste too much time and was intent on getting right down to business, he took Jamie by the hand and lead her to the bedroom where the stereo played softly and candles served to light the room. “Let me help you get comfortable.” Tom said taking Jamie’s glass and setting it on the night table. He moved behind her taking her by the shoulders and kissed her lightly on the neck as he slid the zipper down on her pink sundress. She crooked her head closing her eyes and imagined it was the lips of her lover caressing her soft skin.

The dress fell to the floor in a heap revealing Jamie’s beautiful figure. She stood with her arms crossed over her braless chest white thigh highs held up by a white lace garter that framed her clean-shaven panty-less pussy. Tom took a second to savor her beauty before lifting her in his strong arms and placing her on the bed. He stood over her scanning her body as he undressed, his cock already erect with anticipation. He climbed on top of her pressing his mouth against hers parting her lips and probing her mouth with his tongue while his hands explored her curves brushing lightly over her nipples.

Jamie closed her eyes and moaned softly at his touch. She imagined the hands to be those of her lover’s the lips and tongue weren’t Tom’s but her lover’s lips and her pussy became moist at the thought and her nipples began to harden. She could feel Tom’s hardon between her legs, the throbbing head poking at the entrance to ecstasy and she reached down surrounding the thick shaft with her soft hands stroking him gently. Tom moaned in delight at her touch, a different touch than Carla’s, and that very thought excited him further causing his cock to twitch, he was more anxious than ever to thrust his teeming timber inside her twitching twat.

“Tom!” screamed Carla. She stood in the doorway to their bedroom looking at Tom’s bare ass not aware yet of who was under him in her bed. Tom swung his head around and jumped up out of bed pushing down on his erection that suddenly began retreating rapidly from its solid state. “Carla? What are you doing here?” asked Tom in surprise. “I live here, remember?” Carla said dryly. She turned to face the object of her husband’s affections. “Jamie? How could you?” asked Carla in a tone of disappointment. “I can explain…” started Tom. “Shut the fuck up Tom!” Carla shouted interrupting his attempt to explain the unexplainable. “I missed you Carla” Jamie said, “I missed you so much and when you called to say you had to work late I was so upset” Jamie went on tears beginning to well up in her beautiful blue eyes. “I missed you too.” Carla said, “Sitting in the conference room waiting all I could think about was your soft moist lips exploring my body, your soft skin touching mine, but why Tom?”

“Being with Tom reminded me of you” Jamie began as Carla was unbuttoning her blouse and slipping out of her skirt. “His taste, his smell, reminded me of you, and being in your bed made me think of our time together making love” Jamie continued tears streaming down her face. Carla was naked now and climbed into bed taking Jamie in her arms she began kissing the tears off her cheeks. “It’s alright Jamie, I love you so much!” Carla exclaimed. “I love you too!” cried Jamie. They held each other tightly their lips kissing each other’s face before coming together slowly in a deep passionate kiss. Their breasts pressed against each other the motion of their bodies stimulating each other’s nipples.

Tom was standing in shocked awe his now flaccid cock hanging limply behind his hands. What the hell just happened he thought? He watched as the two women began making love. His thoughts of guilt, shame and embarrassment began to fade away and he was becoming excited again at the sight of his wife and her lover pleasuring each other.

Carla and Jamie were enveloped in passion. They were taking turns pleasuring each other’s breasts. Carla’s tongue flicking over Jamie’s erect nipple before taking it between her moist eager lips and sucking it into her hot mouth stiffening her tongue and massaging it while Jamie held her head against her moaning her hands explored the insides of her upper thighs her fingers sliding up and down the outside of Carla’s swollen and moist pussy lips. Jamie would then respond in kind nibbling on Carla’s swollen sensitive breasts while Carl’s fingers slid enticingly over her clit.

Tom sat back in the chair and watched in amazement unaware that he was stroking his stroking his now erect cock. Jamie and Carla had turned now into the sixty-nine position. Each of them stroking the other’s clit with their tongues, sucking and nibbling the hard bud as their moans filled the room, Stiffened tongues darting inside the pink wet fire as they savored the nectar of each. They squirmed and bucked pressing quivering cunts against lustful lips before fingers fucked fond folds driving into pink depths of delirium while screams of joy were stifled convulsing clits.

They could see Tom sitting in the chair biting his lip and stroking his cock violently, his eyes locked on the two men making love in his bed and this image served to excite the women further. They were thrusting fingers in and out of each other in time with Tom’s strokes as their mouths pleasures their clits. Carla was ready, her eyes rolled in back of her head as she felt Jamie’s pussy pulsating and felt the moans of her release vibrating on her clit she screamed “OHHHHH AAAAIIIEEEE I’m CUMMMIINNG!” Jamie’s body was shaking as she came again and again the taste of her love filled her mouth as she moaned in ecstasy. Tom threw his head back and closed his eyes he had been resisting his own release but could no longer hold off. Jets of jism shot up into the air forming islands of cum from his chest down to his cock. He was breathing heavy his heart racing as he watched the two women take each other tightly into wrapped arms kissing sweetly. Tom suddenly realized he didn’t belong. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom wiped himself off got dressed and headed out for the gym, the two women held each other in loving arms relishing the afterglow.

Those Who Wait

2009-12-09T05:21:00.000-08:00

Greg sat at the bar of the dance club nursing his beer. A lot had happened since his separation from Jill. Jill had been having an affair with a friend of their mutual friends. Greg had found out that this had been going on for some time. On the nights he was playing basketball Jill was visiting their friends, at least that is what she told Greg, when he reality she was meeting a man introduced to her by their friends and fucking him silly!

Greg was feeling betrayed by his friends. That they allowed this to go on behind his back really bothered him. Worse was his discovery of his best friend Jeff screwing Jill in his own home! It was bad enough that his wife Jill had betrayed him, but that all of the people that he thought were his friends betrayed him too. He could deal with the betrayal by his wife, after all their marriage was in trouble from the start and hadn’t improved with time. Greg even felt as though he deserved it, wasn’t he was also cheating on Jill?

Greg was feeling alone. Indeed he was alone thrust back into the “singles” scene without a friend he could trust. Sure there was always Jackie, but she wasn’t really a friend. Sex with Jackie was a certainty and provided some comfort at least until she asked for the inevitable “loan” or some other favor like fixing her car. Greg wasn’t judging her, but he began to feel like she was a prostitute and really didn’t have any feelings for him, hardly someone you could call a friend.

Greg drained his beer, got up and headed for the bathroom squeezing his way through the happy crowd. He quickly drained his bladder and headed back to the bar. He noticed a tall blond girl wriggling in the crowd and though now would be a good time to try out one of his pick up lines. “God, it’s been so long since I’ve done this!” he thought. He brushed past the front of blond girl and in a loud voice asked “If I told you, you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?” “Fuck off creep!” was her kind reply and Greg rushed to the safety of the bar.

He found a seat next to a group of girls laughing, singing and downing shots. “I’ll have what they’re having” Greg shouted to the bartender, “and get these ladies another round” he added. “Thank you !” Patty gushed. “This is Debbie, Kim and Caren,” she said pointing to each of her friends. “Caren’s getting married next week,” “woo hoo” she screamed raising their glasses and downing their shots of Grey Goose before sucking their sugar coated lemons. Greg downed his shot too, delighted to be a part of a happy celebration he smiled broadly “Congratulations! Another round please” he shouted.

Patty was a tall young woman with long blond hair tied back in a ponytail. She had eyes like round green saucers, which were complimented by her slinky red dress that reached down to the tops of her shapely thighs. Debbie was a petite girl with a round face and dark mysterious eyes that dared to be explored. She had small breasts with nipples clearly visible through her brown satin halter. Kim had light brown hair and soft curls that fell on bare shoulders. Her ample breasts were restrained with a strapless lace bra visible just over the top of her green tube top. Caren had long straight blond hair with red and light brown highlights that reached to the middle of her back and curled under her breasts. She wore a black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that invited ones eyes to peak down and admire her charms. Suddenly, Greg realized he couldn’t keep from smiling, his broad grin was frozen on his face!

In a short time Greg was totally drunk, as were his newfound friends. The five of them were dancing rubbing against each other bumping into others on the dance floor and singing. They passed Greg around taking turns with him for the slower numbers, squeezing his tight firm buns and returning to the bar for shots in between.

Last call was an hour ago and it was time to go. The girls had rented a limo for the evening and offered to take Greg home. Well actually it was more like they had to drag him home. They loaded Greg in the limo and in a slurred voice he directed the driver to his house. Having arrived the girls could see that Greg was going to need some help so they carried him to the door helped him inside and dropped him on the bed.

“We can’t leave him like this”, Patty said, “let’s get him undressed.” Patty began to unbutton his shirt Debbie undid his belt and zipper Kim and Debbie teamed up to pull off his pants, lifting his ass and yanking the legs. Caren helped Patty lift him so she could remove his shirt. Greg lay in bed singing, “Let’s get it on” in just his boxers, the head of his rather large cock almost poking out of one leg. The girls stood admiring Greg’s body. He was quite fit though not muscular. “You know”, said Patty, “this could be Caren’s last chance to have another man before she’s married. Debbie, help me with these boxers.”

“That’s a pretty good looking cock don’t you think Caren?” Patty asked. “I don’t know” said Caren, “I think Bill’s is bigger.” “That’s because it isn’t hard yet” said Debbie taking Greg’s flaccid cock in her hand and bending over and surrounding the bulbous head with her soft moist lips. “Oh My God!” giggled Caren. “I can’t believe you just did that” screamed Kim. “Come on we all know Debbie is a slut.” Patty laughed, “let’s see how he kisses.” She bent over placing her lips lightly against Greg’s. Greg moaned parting his lips his tongue caressing Patty’s in a gentle but passionate dance, the tip of his tongue probing all the surfaces of Patty’s eager mouth. Debbie warm moist lips were stroking only the head of Greg’s cock slipping it in and out of her mouth. His flaccid member had swollen engorged with blood and was standing tall and thick.

“On My”, sighed Caren, “I think his cock is bigger than Bills!” “Oh and his kiss is more than adequate” Patty added. “Let me see!” shouted Kim. She was on the opposite side of Greg across from Patty when she pressed her anxious lips against Greg’s kissing him so deeply she practically gagged him. Patty was sucking on his nipple and biting his firm chest. “Hey!” Caren shouted, “I’m the bride to be I got to have some of this”. She knelt opposite of Debbie clutching Greg’s glistening shaft her tongue darted up and down the member meeting Debbie’s mouth at the tip. The two girls tongues traced each other lips and flicked wildly over each other’s tongue with Greg’s pulsating member in between.

Patty and Kim were tongue kissing each other and Greg at the same time. Greg was moaning in ecstasy. Caren’s pussy was becoming wet her nipples were hard and she was anxious to have that marvelous member thrusting inside her. She pulled the dress over her head and kicked off her panties. Debbie wanted a piece of this too, she slipped out of her halter peeling off her jeans and panties in one motion. “Me first” Caren screamed. “Okay, no rush” said Debbie brushing Caren’s long blond hair away from her breasts holding her face and kissing her passionately. They each slid a hand down over each other’s moist mound, Their fingers parting swollen anxious pussy lips probed their respective slits massaging the hard button below the moist folds.

Patty and Kim quickly shed their clothing. Patty Straddled Greg’s face, sliding her moist pussy lips over his mouth. Kim straddled Greg’s chest taking Patty in her arms, pressing their breasts together and kissing passionately tongues twirling slowly and light around as they mover their swollen nipples against each other brushing the sensitive tips goose bumps of pleasure rising on their soft skin.

Greg was moaning in delight. Patty’s pussy was dripping it’s pleasure onto Greg’s lips his tongue reacting as if by instinct snaked out and flicked against her clit, her moans captured by Kim’s hungry open mouth. Caren straddled Greg’s massive cock while Debbie kissed her breasts. Caren guided Greg inside her gently, slowly, allowing the pussy to capture and caress the bulbous head and inch down his glistening shaft. She gasped as his thickness spread her open the mushroom head pressing against her womb. She sat there for a moment feeling the hot throbbing cock inside her and Debbie’s eager mouth sucking and biting her nipples.

Caren’s cunt was quivering. She began rising up and down on Greg slowly at first. Debbie was behind Caren now, her tongue darting over Caren’s ass lapping up the juices dripping down Greg’s shaft onto his balls. She was hold Caren’s breasts pulling the nipples and guiding her up and down motions Caren was screaming “Oh my God! Oh My God! I’m cuming I’m fucking cumming!”

Patty had her pussy pressed against Greg’s face. She was rocking wildly on his mouth rubbing her bud hard against his chin as his tongue lapped up her sweet nectar. The sight of Caren and Debbie and Kim’s eager kisses sucking and biting her nipples was driving her crazy, but watching Caren’s body shudder and spasm was too much her pussy tightened and convulsed waves of orgasmic release spread out from her pleasure center to her hips making her buck wildly as she screamed. Kim and Patty reversed position. Kim’s pussy was already soaking wet and she was anxious to reach the heights of pleasure she witnessed of her friends. Patty was more than happy to help her get there.

Debbie was now straddling Greg’s thick cock but she wasn’t so gentle. She liked it rough and having to have to wait for it made her that much more desirous. She mounted Greg in the opposite direction of Caren with her back towards his head so she could use his raised knees for support. She dropped herself right down hard on his cock slamming her ass against his balls with great force that he gasped the sound muffled by Kim’s pussy as it rocked on his face. Caren was nibbling the back of Debbie’s neck as she went to town practically jumping up and down on Greg’s spear. She had one hand on his balls. She would make sure he wouldn’t cum until she was ready! She was ridding him hard slamming down against him and then rocking forward and back rubbing her clit hard against his shaft when she fell his balls tense she would stop rise up and grip his shaft at the bottom tightly with two fingers until he eased and then she would continue.

Kim was leaning forward now rubbing her clit wildly on Greg’s chin. Patty was behind her now holding her hip with one hand and fingering her sweet hole with the other. Her moans were filling the room as she watched Debbie assaulting Greg’s cock. Caren was now in front of Debbie holding her ass while she rocked her bud on Greg’s cock Caren’s tongue darted over Greg’s balls tasting her juices. Debbie was ready her pussy tightened gripping Greg’s shaft “Oh…Oh …Fuck…Fuck…Fuck me mother fucker! Aaaiiieee!” She screamed as Greg burst into her. Her body bucked wildly her pussy gripping and releasing his thick member shudders swept over her from her convulsing pussy out to her hips and up to her shoulders, the sight of Caren lapping up her cum intensified the orgasm.

Kim was wriggling her ass pushing back against Patty’s fingers, Oh…oh….oh… uhh…
I’m…. oh….ahhhhhhhh…she moaned her body shook her thighs felt like they were on fire waves of heat flooded out over her hips and beyond as her cum fell onto Greg’s face, she collapsed onto his belly as Patty extracted her fingers placing them one by one in her mouth savoring Kim’s sweetness. It had been a hell of a bachelorette party and the limo driver was waiting it was time to go.

Greg woke up the next morning wondering what had happened to him. He had a terrific headache, his balls were aching and his mouth felt like a glazed donut. He had vague memories of sharing drinks with pretty young ladies at the bar. He remembered dancing and hollering, but he couldn’t remember how he got home. Images flashed in his mind of the girls from the bar engaging him in pleasures of the flesh, but were these memories or was it drunken dreams? He vowed never to drink like that again!

The Wish

2009-12-07T05:53:00.000-08:00

Surprise Party

2009-12-04T04:40:00.000-08:00

Suddenly she felt as though someone was following her. She had heard the footsteps when she left Harry’s Pub on main and thought nothing of them. Her plan was to go home and change into her black see through negligee and black net hose held thigh high by the black lace garter belt surrounding her thin waist. She had put on her black stiletto heels and covered herself with a long trench coat before heading back out to surprise her boyfriend John at his apartment for his birthday.

She could tell by the sound of the heavy steps that is was a man wearing some kind of boot. Joan resisted turning around to look at him at first because she didn’t want to appear rude, but now she resisted that temptation because she didn’t want to show her fear. She was convinced these were the same steps she heard behind her on the way back form Harry’s. Still she wasn’t sure if she was being followed and to test her fear she tried walking faster, the click of her heels marking her time. “Oh, my God” she thought when she heard the steps behind her match her quickened pace. “I’ll try walking slower and I’ll see if he passes.” me she thought. Again the steps behind her slowed to match her gait. “Shit! Fuck! What if this guy kills me” she thought, “Okay, don’t panic I’ll just turn here and take the long way round to John’s.”

She turned right on Seventh Avenue and listened for the footsteps. “Damn!” she thought, he’s still behind me!” “I’ve got to find a Cop!” Joan thought beginning to panic as she passed the dark alley that led to Sixth where John kept his apartment. “Stick to the main streets she thought.” again walking faster. Joan turned the corner on to scenic drive walking very quickly her breathing raged and her heart pounding, “Almost there.” she thought, when she realized she no longer heard the steps! She giggled nervously to herself “I have some imagination!”

They had only been dating 3 months but they had become very close. John had given Joan the key to his apartment a clear signal that this relationship was becoming serious. Joan was already head over heels in love with John. He satisfied her in so many ways, always full of sexual surprises he made their love making really exciting!

Finally sixth floor, apartment sixty-six she thought as she fished the key out of her black clutch. She reached for the doorknob with one hand and as she guided the key towards the lock the door swung open slightly. “John!” she called out entering the apartment cautiously. “He shouldn’t be home yet”, she thought as she turned to flip on the light.

Suddenly she was grabbed from behind one gloved hand cover her eyes the other inserted the ball gag in her mouth as she opened it in an attempt to scream. He pushed her head down bending her at the waist as her hands came around behind her in an attempt to push him away. He grabbed both of her wrists pulling her hands up behind her forcing her to remain bent at the waist and fall to her knees while he tied them. Next he blindfolded her covering her eyes with a black silk scarf, and bound her at the ankles with another.

She lay on the floor in complete darkness as she listened to the footsteps walking around John’s apartment. She suddenly realized they were the same steps that had been following her! She was frightened and worried about John, but at the same time she hoped he would be here soon and rescue her.

The man put on the stereo and poured himself a drink but said nothing. He rolled Joan over onto her back and opened her trench coat. She could feel his presence his hot breath splashed against her soft skin as he eyed the curve of her neck. Joan wondered if he could hear her heartbeat pounding against her chest if fear. The man’s fingers traced her breasts along the top of her negligee and she held her breath. She was powerless and at the mercy of this man. That thought both scared and aroused her giving rise to her nipples as her breasts heaved while she labored to pull enough oxygen through her flaring nostrils.

The man’s hands stroked her inner thighs and ran under the negligee over her belly and her now damp and exposed mound. She gasped at his touch her moisture glistened on her pussy lips like the morning dew on a rose. The man placed his fingers in his mouth and explored her slit as his warm moist lips captured the soft skin on her neck, sucking softly and pulling away. Joan’s moans were locked in her throat by the gag and she was becoming more aroused. The man’s lips kept moving downward assaulting her breasts, and stroking her nipples while his fingers plunged inside her now soaking wet pussy. His thumb worked over her bud as he nibbled, bit, and sucked her tits his eager tongue slashing across Joan’s hardened nipples.

Joan lost her fear and had given up control to the man. Shocks of electricity shot from her center along the outside of her skin as the man’s fingers fucked her vigorously. Each flick of his tongue on her nipple sent bolts of lightning down to her core. Her body was on fire, she was close to the edge and she was about to explode when the man suddenly stopped.

She could hear him stand, the sound of his pants hitting the floor. She wanted him now, wanted him to finish her she needed release. She felt the knife blade against her ankle as he cut the scarf. Still she kept her knees together. She wasn’t just going to give it to him. “If he wanted it he would have to take it!” she thought. The man kneeled on the floor and placing his hands inside each of her knees splayed her legs open positioning the head of his throbbing cock at her anxious but reluctant entrance.

He slid in slowly a little at a time until his cock was buried in her depths and he paused momentarily to relish in the heat and wet velvet that surrounded his aching cock. He pumped his hips faster now while his thumb worked furiously over her clit. Joan could stand no more screams of release caught in her throat her body trembled violently as she came and came again. The man felt her cunt clutching and quivering on his shaft, her cum flooding over his balls and with a final thrust he slammed his cock to her full depth as it explode it’s milky seed in spurts.

The man was spent, as was Joan. He collapsed onto her breasts panting heavily. He removed the gag from her mouth and kissed her lips tenderly, surprising Joan. He then began to sing haltingly, between pants, “Happy birthday to me…” as he lifted the blindfold from Joan’s eyes.

Hope In Hell

2009-12-03T05:27:00.000-08:00

Aamaal Al Souhail stood by the window looking out at the destruction of her once beautiful country and counted her blessings. She was a modern Arab woman so she dressed in a more western style. Still she wore her headscarf whenever she was outside and her clothing was loose fitting so as not to accentuate her fine figure or reveal her ample breasts. Her skirt fell to the center of her calf hiding her shapely legs from the probing eyes of the Arab men that studied her as she traveled with her crew.

Even by western standards, Aamaal was a beautiful woman. She had shoulder length dark black hair and dark mysterious eyes. She was an enthusiastic woman with a ready and friendly smile that belied the experiences she faced in the 30 years of her life in Iraq.

As a young girl, she witnessed first hand the brutality of Saddam when she and her friend Sabria Mahdi came home from school one day to find the head of Sabria’s older sister displayed on a stick in front of her house. Sabria’s mother was kneeling on the ground beside the body wailing and her father had been taken away.

Now with Saddam gone the danger to women was worse than before. She knew at least two of her friends from her old neighborhood that were kidnapped and raped by insurgents and then later killed by their own families to preserve their name in what has become a common event known as an honor killing.

She lived now in the Al-Rasheed Hotel inside the green zone of Baghdad where she worked as a translator for a western news agency. She was relatively safe here now but her work for the Americans meant that she could never go outside the green zone without an armed escort. She knew translators were routinely kidnapped and beheaded but she loved her job and hoped that one day she would get the opportunity to go to America, perhaps with him.

Greg was tired. He spent the last 12 hours chasing insurgents through the streets of Baghdad outside the green zone. They had kicked in some doors to find a cache of weapons. They took small arms fire in alleyway wounding two in his party. He was still upset about the young boy running towards him with the grenade in his hand shouting something he didn’t understand when the shot rang out from behind him exploding the boy’s skull.

Earlier in the week a patrol had come through this way offering money in exchange for weapons, and perhaps this was what the boy was after. Greg was no different than any of the other guys. He just wanted to get out of this alive. He saw too many of his friends killed, ripped apart by roadside bombs and picked off by snipers. The constant stress of trying to preserve one’s life was wearing, but to let your guard down for a moment could be deadly.

Greg got here by way of the reserves. He joined just before the war hoping to get a college education that he couldn’t afford and to make a little extra money. His life back home had been nothing but hanging out in singles bars hoping to find that one special woman that he could settle down and have a family with. Instead all he could muster was a series of one-night stands and meaningless relationships, which bolstered his decision to go into the reserves. How bad could it be? One weekend a month, two weeks a year, travel and see the world. He never dreamed he would end up here or meet someone like Aamaal.

They met after a bomb exploded in a market while Greg’s unit was on patrol. Aamaal’s crew was dispatched to get the story. Greg was trying to question witnesses and was looking for someone that could speak English when Aamaal and her crew approached him to find out what was going on. Greg asked Aamaal to translate for him, “Ask this man if he’s seen any foreign fighters in the area recently”. Aamaal posed the question and listened intently to the answer her lips curling up into a smile she tried hard to suppress.
“Well” asked Greg, “what did he say”? “He said yes, you” replied Aamaal her eyes locked intently on his the smile spreading broadly across her face now. Greg was smiling now too as he studied her face. “Are you staying at the hotel?” he asked her. “Yes”. “I may need to question you further say around 19:00 okay?” Greg asked. “Of course.” she replied simply.

Aamaal means hope, wishes, or aspirations and she was waiting now and hoping Greg was all right and would get here soon. She had on a pink silk nightgown that ended mid thigh with matching pink panties under her terry cloth robe. Her firm breasts pressed against her gown the dark nipples barely visible through the opaque material. She paced anxiously by the window hoping her services would not be needed tonight.

Aamaal threw her arms around Greg’s neck when he finally arrived at the room. Greg had his hands on her waist his gun slung over his shoulder as their lips met and lingered for a moment. “I need a quick shower,” Greg said. “I’ll put up some tea,” replied Aamaal.
In Iraq one never knew how much time one had. With every incident Greg could be called to action or Aamaal might be needed to help get the news out, so for Greg and Aamaal, time was a precious commodity indeed!

Greg came out of the shower wearing only the terry cloth robe as Aamaal handed him his tea. They sat by the window looking out at the dark city sipping tea and talking, not about their day but about their dreams. Aamaal stood and let her robe fall to the floor while Greg eyed her up and down, drinking in her beauty, he moved slowly towards her lifting her in his arms and placed her gently on the bed. They stared into each other eyes quietly as their warm moist lips came to rest lightly together for a moment and then parting slowly the tips of their tongues danced delightedly as their mouths pressed tighter together in a deep passionate kiss.

Aamaal held Greg’s face and kissed his neck and shoulders while Greg wrapped his arms tightly around her. He brushed her hair from her shoulders and began planting light kisses on her soft skin. His moist lips trembling in anticipation as he kissed his way back to her mouth. Aamaal sighed softly as she tilted her head back while Greg sucked her neck softly, holding her skin in his lips and pulling away slowly. Aamaal held him tightly now as his lips worked their way down to her heaving breasts. Greg slipped the straps of the nightgown off her shoulders pulling it down to expose her already swollen nipples.
Greg cupped her breasts in his hands and studied her face. Aamaal smiled putting her hands behind his head, she pulled his face to her bosoms. Greg took turns paying close attention to each of her nipples. His tongue circled slowly around her areola before flicking rapidly over her nipple and then taking her whole breast in his mouth he would allow his lips to slide sucking softly as he pulled away.

Greg didn’t want to rush, but he also didn’t want to leave Aamaal without having brought her to the heights of pleasure. He reached under her gown slipping off the pink lace panties and raising the nightgown up to her breasts. He began kissing her belly, sucking in her soft skin with his eager lips and pulling away, moving lower and lower. He positioned her at the edge of the bed as he knelt on the floor. With her feet up on the bed his hands moved high up on her thighs between her legs. Aamaal was breathing heavy now her heart racing with anticipation. Greg’s large hands covered her waiting pussy his fingers gently folded back the already swollen lips exposing her bud. He massaged her moving in small circles while his anxious lips began sucking and pulling away the skin on her inner thighs moving higher and higher towards their ultimate destination.

Aamaal was already trembling by the time Greg’s lips arrived. Greg’s hands held her open as he pressed his mouth against her nibbling then sucking her clit and pulling away with his warm moist lips. Aamaal wrapped her legs around and pulled his head against her from behind clutching the sheets in her hands and arching her back as Greg’s tongue dived deep inside her.

Greg wanted to make her happy, wanted to please her. He knew of her life and knew she deserved so much more. He wished he could take her back to America with him and give her everything she never dreamed she could have, but here in Iraq there was nothing to give but each other and he was determined to give her all of him.

Aamaal tensed gripping Greg’s head tightly pulling his mouth against her as her pussy convulsed and twitched cumming again and again her moans filling the room while Greg drank in her juices. She reached out for him pulling him on top of her wrapping her arms tightly around his neck her legs in a scissor lock around his waist as the kissed deeply

Who was this man that God has sent to me, to give me such pleasure, such love? Aamaal thought. What have I done God to deserve such a gift? Aamaal was deeply in love with Greg. He unleashed feelings in her she never knew she had! She wanted to be with him all the time, to feel him inside her always, now, she thought as she felt his hard cock pressing against her.

Aamaal reached down and took Greg’s member in her hand. She stroked him gently up and down, palming the pulsing head and sliding back down squeezing his balls lightly. He loved the way she touched him, his cock jumping as she palmed the head. It was time.
He rose up his hips as she guided his cock towards her anxious pussy. The pulsating head of his prick parted her swollen pussy lips and pierced her pink depths closing back around and clutching his cock like a warm wet velvet glove. He held it there with just the head inside and he savored the feeling of the warm wetness surrounding him, resisting her as she wrapped her arms around him trying to pull him further inside. He pushed in slowly allowing himself to feel every inch of her depths and when he reached the bottom he pressed his lips against her kissing her deeply before he withdrew again pulling back until the throbbing head was beginning to open her from inside.

She dug her heels into his backside urging him to thrust his lance inside again, but he would not be rushed. Moments like this were rare in Iraq and in this place you never knew if there would be another. Greg wanted to savor every single moment, every feeling.

Aamaal couldn’t stand it anymore! She wanted him inside her, to pleasure him, to acknowledge the gift God sent her. She arched her back to receive him as he again probed her depths. He began moving in a slow rhythm now sliding forward to ensure his cock was in contact with her clit. Her hips rose in rhythm and her heels pulled him towards her with each thrust.

Their moans filled the room drowning out any thoughts as their bodies reacted instinctively to the pleasure they were each receiving. They were no longer in Iraq, in a hotel, in a bed making love. They had become one. They had become love itself. They could not hear their moans. The rhythm of their lovemaking was automatic as waves of ecstasy rippled through out their bodies.

Aamaal would peak first. Her pussy contracting, pulsing, gripping and releasing, her body shuddering, her thighs shaking, legs like jello, her screams of delight caught in her throat as Greg made his final thrust, collapsing against her tender breasts, his hips convulsing, waves of electricity shooting out from where he was embedded inside her and down his inner thighs, his body shook from his abdomen to his shoulders as his cock spewed his molten milk into her depths.

They laid together breath less, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, Greg still inside her savoring her warmth. They were looking into each other’s eyes, their thoughts only of each other and of a life they hoped to share together someday.

Memories And Longing

2009-12-01T05:49:00.000-08:00

It was late. He must have fallen asleep. Conan was on the TV interviewing Beyonce about her latest movie “Dream Girls”. She must have turned out all the lights and went to bed, left him asleep on the sofa. The soft blue light from the TV flickered illuminating the room in various degrees of brightness.

He was staring at the TV, but he was thinking of her. He loved her, everything about her and he wished he could spend every waking moment with her. Holding her in his arms, kissing her full lips, or just walking hand in hand. His thoughts went back to their vacation in Jamaica walking naked down the beach hand in hand in the warm sun.

He remembered how are breasts glistened from the perspiration beginning to bead up and how they moved with each step. He remembered her tan body and her shapely legs and began to get aroused. Without realizing it he began touching himself, lightly stroking his member with one hand, his other lightly brushing over his chest and belly.

He was thinking of her, how she would touch him and how her light touch and soft kisses would delight and excite him. He could have imagined it was someone else, Beyonce perhaps, but it was her, his lover, his wife of 20 years that he thought of. He closed his eyes and imagined her kissing his belly, her talented tongue flicking across his cock and under his balls to that sensitive spot and he moaned softly stroking his throbbing member.

She had come down stairs to see if he was all right. “Why hadn’t he come to bed yet?” She thought. She stood there watching him stroking his member and moaning quietly. She had never witnessed him do this before in the 20 years they were married, and she found herself becoming aroused watching him. She began playing with her nipples tracing them lightly, pinching and pulling them her hand brushing over them and down her belly.

She imagined him touching her, kissing her breasts, his tongue tracing the tips of her nipples and she began to get moist. As if by instinct her hand slipped down to her pussy, her middle finger parting the lips and sliding up and down the slit. She began to rub her now hard bud stifling a moan so she wouldn’t alert him to her presence.

He was stroking his throbbing cock faster now, imagining himself inside her, thrusting his hips in the air as though she were atop him. She had both hands on her pussy now. One hand held her lips apart rubbing her clit, with the middle finger of the other thrusting in and out of her dripping wet hole. She was biting her lip stifling the cries of pleasure in her throat. She could almost feel him inside her. She imagined her arching her back to meet his driving cock.

She watched as he brought himself to climax, his cock shooting his juices into the air in spurts landing on his belly and chest. She was there too, could almost feel his release inside her, she tensed, her body shook, her legs wobbled and the moan escaped alerting him to her presence as she came, her warm juices flowing down her inner thighs.

“Honey I…” he began, but with a raised finger to her pursed full lips she shushed him.
She straddled him on the couch and fixed a sexy gaze upon his deep blue eyes clutching his cock with both hands her tongue circled the head bringing him right back to arousal. She took his member into her mouth stroking it with her soft full lips cleaning his sweet musky fluids from the shaft. Her mouth moved over his belly and up his chest she lingered at his nipples her tongue flicking wildly over them before their lips met in a deep passionate kiss.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, not wanting to ever let her go. “Was it even possible to love another the way he loved her?” he thought. She guided his stiff cock into her anxious pussy rocking easily back and forth her juices flowing freely soaking his balls while they kissed. Their tongues meeting outside open mouths danced together lightly tracing around before bringing their lips together moans of pleasure combining with twirling tongues.

She sat up on him lifting his head and holding his mouth against her erect nipples. He nibbled wildly on her tits as she bounced up and down on his member. She pulled him hard against her, her thighs gripped his sides her pussy clutched his cock and released she screamed out as her body shook again. His moans filled the room as his cock exploded inside her. Her pussy clutched and gripped his shaft milking him of all he had. She collapsed onto him his arms holding her tight. As they bathed in the after glow, their minds absent of thought or troubles their bodies warm with the deep feelings of love they shared for each other, they drifted off to sleep.

Opportunity Knocks

2009-11-30T07:58:00.000-08:00

It was a rainy day in New York City and as anyone knows it was impossible on such days to get a cab. I had been in the city on business and knowing the weather would be bad decided to take my own car. The rain was really coming down hard as I turned onto Broadway when I noticed a young woman desperately trying to hail a cab. I recognized her as a woman I had polite conversation with while in the lunch buffet line. She was on vacation and was supposed to meet up with her cousin. She obviously failed to make her rendezvous, as she was alone and soaked to the core! She was a pretty young thing with large, penetrating blue eyes and blonde hair that fell gently past her shoulders framing an invitingly smooth neck. She had an oval face topped by short bangs and a warm friendly smile that, unlike native New Yorkers, invited polite conversation. Though rather short she was well proportioned with an attractive figure that was revealed by her tight fitting jeans and white tank top.

I decided I’d be the perfect host and offer to help her out of her predicament. I stopped in the street in front of her rolling down the passenger window. “Hey, you’re never going to get a cab now!” I said. “Can I drop you somewhere?”

“Oh, my God thank you!” she replied jumping into my car happy to be out of the downpour.

“Look at you! You’re soaked! You need to get into some dry clothes!” I said.

“I’ve got to find my cousin, she has all of our bags!” she said.

“Listen…what did you say your name was?” I asked
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“Jasmine.” she replied

“I’m Steven, Steven Jacobs. Glad to meet you!” I said extending my hand. Her skin was warm and soft though wet and her touch was delicate like the flower she was named after. The name fit her well. I couldn’t place the smell of her perfume until then. Jasmine, of course!

“Listen Jasmine, I said I don’t live far from here. My wife has some clothes she was looking to donate that look as though they’ll probably fit you. Why not come back to my place take a nice hot shower and change into some dry clothes before looking for your cousin. Maybe by then this rain will have let up.” I suggested.

“Wow! You’d do that for me?” She asked incredulously. “I thought New Yorkers were mean.” She laughed with her warm inviting smile spreading across her face.

“They are.” I said, “Except me of course!” I chuckled as her contagious smile infected me.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and guided Jasmine inside. “The bathroom is down the hall first door on the left.” I said.
“Your wife isn’t home?” Jasmine asked.

“No. She’s working. She doesn’t get home until after six.” I said before I heard the sound of the shower. I took off my coat and tie and went to grab a beer from the fridge.

“Oh Steve, can you bring me a towel?” Jasmine shouted from the bathroom.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I said before retrieving the towel from the linen closet and heading towards the bathroom. Suddenly my mind started to wander. I found myself thinking about sex in the shower. The thoughts sparking my desire suddenly translated to increased blood flow to my lower extremity.

“I’ll just leave them here.” I said noticing Jasmine’s naked form distorted by the privacy glass of the shower stall.

“Thank you Steve.” She said. “Oh Steve.”

“Yes.” I said as I watched.

“Would you mind washing my back?” she asked mischievously.

I suddenly realized I was at a crossroad, the place where fantasy meets opportunity. My mind was no longer functioning, my breathing was already heavy, my heart was pounding in my chest and I was being lead by the ache in my loins.

“What?” I said checking to make sure I heard the question right.

“Wash my back.” Jasmine called back giggling.

Before she could say another word I was in the shower with her the divining rod between my legs pointing at her treasure. She turned her back to me and held her hair up off her shoulders. I poured the body wash directly into my hands and began massaging her back.

“Mmmm..you’ve got strong hands.” She said.

I worked the lather down her curves in trembling hands caressing the cheeks of her firm and curvaceous ass before sliding them inside her inner thighs. She moaned in delight as my hands brushed along her slit.

“Ohhhh…mmmm….that feels good.” she whispered while reaching back with one hand and grasping my engorged erection. She pulled me towards her and my soapy hands came around in front massaging her ample breasts. My eager lips hungrily kissed her soft neck as she wriggled her soapy ass against my cock while the hot water streamed down our bodies.

She turned quickly around taking the body wash in her hands and stroking my cock. The sensation of her slippery hands on my member slipping over the head was driving me wild. She was biting her bottom lip and looking deep into my eyes enjoying the effect she was having on me. I looked down at her erect nipples rivulets of water flowing past them and had an irresistible urge to take them into my mouth. I drew one in rolling it around with my tongue while my fingers pulled, twisted and stroked the other. A loud moan escaped her lips as she pulled my head against her breast. She was still lightly stroking my cocking driving me into a passionate frenzy my moans of pleasure vibrating through her hardened nipples.

“Oh Jasmine …I need to be inside you!” I pleaded.

“Fuck me Steve, fuck me hard damn it!” she screamed out

I lifted her up and pinned her against the wall her legs wrapped around my back as I guided my slippery cock into her slowly. I felt her pussy twitching, clutching onto my shaft as I relished the feeling of her heat surrounding my member. Our lips came together in heated passion, our tongues thrusting together almost in rhythm with my hips. I was pumping wildly now our cries of pleasure echoed in the bathroom.

“Uh…uh….oh…yes….yes…YESSSSSSS!!!!” she cried out her pussy convulsing her release washing over me triggered my own release. I slammed into her deep pressing her against the wall my cock erupting in jets that filled her before streaming down her legs.

We held each other in a tight embrace the water continuing to shower over our bodies while we both tried to recover our breath my cock still inside her until it returned to normal.

Afterwards I gave her my wife’s clothes and a bag for her wet things. “Damn those look better on you then they did on my wife!” I exclaimed.

“Why thank you Steve!” She said giggling as she spun around as though she were modeling them for me. “I better get going. I’ve go to find my cousin before she starts to worry.” she said before kissing me and heading out.

“How long are you going to be in town?” I asked.

“Oh don’t worry Steve, you don’t owe me anything. Thanks for all your help!” she said waving goodbye.

Later, I jumped when I heard the door open thinking she changed her mind but it was my wife.

“What’s that smell?” I asked, “It smells familiar.”

“It’s a new perfume I bought on the way home, it’s called Jasmine.” She exclaimed excitedly. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Very much so.” I said, “Very much so!”

The Exam

2009-11-24T06:04:00.000-08:00

It was that time again. I headed out to the door for my annual exam. The office was a family business shared by a husband and wife team of doctors a couple of nurses and of course the receptionist. I always hated this exam because no matter which of the doctors performed it, I always left feeling violated somehow. So, when the receptionist asked which doctor I wanted to see, him or her, I had decided I might feel better about being violated by a female for a change.

After waiting for quite some time in the obviously busier than normal office, the receptionist lead me down the hall to one of the waiting rooms and closed the door. I quickly got bored waiting for the doctor and began to check out some of the equipment in the office. I was pumping up the blood pressure machine when the nurse walked in and in a cold matter of fact voice said “Mr. Cash, that’s not a toy.” “Sorry.” I said a little embarrassed. “I am Nurse Laura, The doctors are both rather busy so I will be helping with the exams today.” She stated. Nurse Laura was somewhat attractive, though rather short and I suspect she would have been much more appealing if she wasn’t so cold. She had shoulder length blond hair pulled back and folded up and under behind her neck. Her pretty blue eyes were made more so by the light blue eye shadow she wore. She had soft pink lipstick and her nails, though not very long, were colored to match. She wore a light green sweater over her uniform, which prevented me from peering down the cleavage of her adequate but perky breasts.

She turned to read my chart and mumbled something, which I didn’t hear because I was staring at her ass and wondering if anybody was fucking that. “Mr. Cash”, I asked you to get on the scale!” she exclaimed, “This will go a lot quicker if you co operate and do as your told!” she reprimanded. Gee, I thought climbing on to the scale, what a bitch! “175, putting on a little weight I see Mr. Cash.” she teased. That woman needs a good stiff one! I thought. “Now take off you shirt Mr. Cash”, quickly” she added. “Sit up on the table” she commanded, “now Mr. Cash!” I was beginning to feel like Nurse Laura thought of me as her child. She listened to my heart, took my blood pressure without a word. “Take off your pants and underwear, bend over and place your elbows on the table” she ordered. This was the part I hated, and so I was a little reluctant to do it. “Mr. Cash, we can do this the easy way or the hard way but we’re going to do this NOW!” she exclaimed impatiently. I quickly obeyed. I could hear Nurse Laura snap on the latex gloves and applying the lubricant. “Hold still and relax” she said. “Yeah right” I thought.

Suddenly Nurse Laura had her left hand pressing between my shoulders pushing me down against the exam table, her knees spreading my legs apart as she slid her finger deep inside my ass probing my prostrate. Normally this only took a minute, but it seemed Nurse Laura was taking her time and enjoying my discomfort. “Just relax” she said as she began sliding her finger in and out. My God! I thought, This bitch is raping me! That thought began to excite me and I could feel the heat of the increased blood flow rushing through my thighs. Laura could feel it too and she took her left hand off my back and began massaging my balls. I started to relax, my breathing began to quicken and my heart began to race. “Lay on the table” Laura ordered. I complied. Laura slipped off her sweater and opened her top revealing her lovely tits. She hiked up her skirt and straddled my stomach. I was shocked to see she wasn’t wearing any panties. “Suck my tits Mr. Cash!” she ordered bending over towards my mouth. I reached up to cup them in my hands and comply with her order but she smacked my hand and then gave me a slap on the side of my ass that seemed to make my temperature rise. “I didn’t tell you to touch them she scolded, do as your told and just suck them” she ordered. I did exactly as she said. “That’s enough, now raise your knees” I complied. “Lick my pussy” she ordered as she turned she used her hands to support herself on my raised knees and she place her ass in my face so that I would service her as she ordered. My tongue began you lap at her, “not like that!” “I want you to flick your tongue as though it were a butterflies’ wing,” she ordered and I obeyed.

Funny how now all I wanted to do was please her to obey her every command! My tongue darted wildly, flicking at her pussy, the tip darting rapidly over her clitoris as she moaned in pleasure. Her pussy was dripping wet, her juices flowing readily into my eager mouth. I would do anything she asked! Her hips wriggled and her thighs tensed a moan caught in her throat and her body quivered, she was cumming and I was enjoying giving her pleasure! “That’s enough” she exclaimed breathlessly pulling her ass away from my face, rising up on her knees, taking my now throbbing cock in one hand and setting herself down slowly onto my shaft. The bulbous head of my anxious cock parted her steamy wet vulva as she guided me inside her. She held on to my knees for support and began rising up and down. Faster and faster, she rose up and down, gyrating her ass and slamming down against me. “Raise you hips,” she ordered “To my rhythm damn you!” she reprimanded and I complied, driving my cock as hard and as deep as I could, I only wanted to please my master!

Laura slammed down on me her thighs squeezing against my sides her body was shaking! I felt her pussy contract around my cock as if a hand was gripping me from inside her pulling my cock in deeper. I let loose, shooting hot jets of jism up into her hungry pussy, and with each of my contractions, her pussy contracted too as if to suck all I had to give deep inside her.

Neither of us spoke for the next minute. Then Laura got up straightened out her skirt, buttoned her blouse and sweater, and checked herself in the mirror. “That’s all for today Mr. Cash.” She said matter of fact, “We’ll see you next year.” As I was driving home I realized, I did feel less violated with a female!

English 101

2009-11-23T06:02:00.000-08:00

When Dave Stewart, fresh out of college started his job at Orange County High School teaching English literature, he was full of enthusiasm. He was excited by the opportunity to shape these young people into productive members of society. Who knows, he thought maybe one of them would even become president! But Dave had no idea what it was like to deal with the students of Orange County High.

Dave was a rather meek individual of average height. He wasn’t particularly strong but he did manage to keep somewhat fit with his early morning jog before heading off to school. He was young and rather handsome with sandy brown hair that always had a youthful tussled appearance and sad brown eyes framed with somewhat long lashes that looked as though they belonged to a woman and gave him an almost feminine appearance. Dave was also kind of shy, a trait that was in conflict with his determined nature and made him reluctant to ask the direct question of a date with the object of his affection, Sally the girls gym teacher. In college he attended many a peace rally but he always avoided confrontation with the police and arrest, but when he had to he wouldn’t hesitate to become involved although it usually didn’t turn out well for him. Once in his first week on the job he stepped between two of the football team players engaged in a fight over a cheerleader. Dave ended up being rescued by Sally and the coach of the football team managing to escape with a black eye.

Dave was adamant about departing knowledge unto his students though and insisted that they all do their assignments and complete them on time. He knew in the real world there would be consequences for those that didn’t live up to what was expected of them, and he wasn’t going to pass someone like Sandy just because she was a senior and captain of the cheerleading squad.

Sandy was a statuesque girl with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. She always wore the best clothes, carried a Gucci bag and wore Prada shoes. Sandy was used to getting what she wanted. She was terribly spoiled by her stockbroker father who bought her anything she asked for, if she asked in the right way, and she learned how to do that from the time she could speak her first words. All she had to do was get good grades in school, good enough to get her into an Ivy league school like Brown University her father’s Alma Mata.

It wasn’t so easy for her to get what she wanted from Mr. Stewart, a passing grade. She tried sweet talk, dressing sexy and bending over his desk allowing him to see her ample cleavage. All this made Dave nervous but he never did relent. Sandy was getting desperate. She had to come up with a plan to get her grades up and she enlisted her best friend Jenny to help her carry it out.

Jenny was co captain of the cheerleading squad and was a lot like her friend Sandy, rich, beautiful, and spoiled. She had long dark hair pulled up on either side of her head and secured with elastic “crunchies”. She wore a tight white top with a curved neckline that passed over the top of her firm, perky, 34c cup breasts revealing just enough cleavage to draw the attention of one’s eyes for a hopeful glimpse of more. She had light brown eyes with specs of green around the circumference that called to mind a flower of some sort.
Sandy and Jenny had Mr. Stewart’s English class last period and their plan was set to go!
It was five minutes before the bell when Sandy staged a mock argument with Jenny presumably over a boy. They were out of their chairs shouting at each other and began a shoving match when Dave stepped between them. “Okay girls, break it up!” Exclaimed Dave. He had them sit in the front row on opposite sides of the room. “I want to see both of you after class.” Dave said in his best stern voice. The girls gave each other a glance a wry smirk on their faces. Their plan was working!

The bell rang and the class rushed out of the room heading for the busses that would take them home while Jenny and Sandy waited. “Okay girls, you want to tell me what this was all about?” Asked Dave. The girls walked up to the front of his desk, gave each other a glance and began shouting, “I heard she was making out with my boyfriend” yelled Sandy. Dave stepped between them again. “Look you two are best friends, you shouldn’t be fighting over something you heard, now shake hands and make up” Dave instructed.

The girls started to comply, first shaking hands, then hugging, pulling each other tighter together, then looking deeply into each other’s eyes and suddenly pressing their lips together, kissing deeply their hot young mouths parting tongues clashing flicking passionately one tracing the lips of the other. Dave watched in shock, his jaw dropped, not knowing what to do and feeling somewhat embarrassed by this display of passionate expression between these two beautiful girls.

Sandy and Jenny’s hands were now feeling each other’s body roaming freely over their breasts while kissing passionately. Dave was standing by trying to think how he could stop them, separate them, but he couldn’t focus, his mind was racing and he could feel the growing excitement straining against the zipper of his kaki slacks. “Girls, girls!” Dave shouted placing his hands on the girl’s tummies trying to pry them apart. “Stop that now!” Dave demanded as they parted flanking Dave on his sides. “What’s wrong Mr. Stewart?” Sandy asked in a sexy tone her hot breath splashing over Dave’s left ear warming the side of his neck. Jenny followed suit on his right side “Oh we didn’t mean to ignore you Mr. Stewart.” The girl’s hands were exploring Dave’s chest stroking over his nipples and his belly teasing his pulsating manhood through his slacks on one side and roaming over his back and ass on the other.

Dave was frozen, he wanted to protest, but it felt so good! He knew it was wrong but all he could manage was a weak demand to stop that was ignored by the girls. Jenny dropped to her knees as she undid Dave’s slacks. Sandy was sucking his neck, nibbling his ears and tongue kissing him passionately as she undid his shirt. Jenny freed his pulsating prick and engulfed it, swallowing his sword down to his balls. Her head was bobbing up and down his glistening shaft as she stroked him. Sandy was biting his chest nibbling and licking his nipples while Dave just tilted his head back his eyes closed and moaned “noooo…”

Dave had given up to the seduction. His mind had become blank refusing to accept the signals from his brain telling him this was wrong. All he could do now was focus on the pleasure signals that seemed to originate over his entire body flooding his brain and carrying him away like the outgoing tide does a powerless boat.

Sandy swept the books and things off of Dave’s desk in one motion and pushed him back. She hiked up her skirt revealing her panty less pussy and the garter that held her white thigh high hose. She straddled his body clutching his cock and guided him into her honey hole. Sandy’s pussy was tight and wet and obviously very experienced. Sandy was in complete control contracting her muscles onto Dave’s throbbing cock as she slid up and down on him. Dave just kept his eyes closed not wanting to look but only to give in to the pleasure.

Jenny had retreated to get the cell phone and film the momentous event just as they planned. She watched and filmed as Sandy bucked wildly on Dave’s member. She was moaning now enjoying the feeling of power and dominance over her authority figure as well as the throbbing cock that slid against her hard bud. Jenny had resorted to giving herself pleasure seeing her friend in control and moaning, watching her manipulate Dave’s cock the taste of his pre cum still on her lips left her wanting. She rubbed her clit rapidly in small circles moaning until she couldn’t hold back and crying out as her pussy spasmed cum dripping down her trembling thighs.

The sight of her friend’s release was too much for Sandy. She slammed down of Dave’s cock taking him all inside her as her cunt quaked and twitched in waves of orgasmic release. Dave let loose simultaneously unable to withstand the cunt clutching his cock and milking him of his cum his cock erupted hot spurts of jism propelled from the tip like ash from a volcano filling Sandy’s pussy and dripping down his ass and onto his desk.

Sandy left Dave panting on his desk, got up, put her arm around her friend Jenny, and kissed her passionately. “Did you get it all?” Sandy asked. Jenny played back the video captured on her phone, “It’s all right here!” she exclaimed. “So Dave, I guess Jenny and I will be getting an A in this class.” Sandy said sarcastically as she and Jenny left the room.

Dave just lay on his desk thinking, “What could I have done?” “I should have stopped them!” He was struggling with whether or not he should tell the girls. Dave believed everything a person did in life had a consequence. He knew what he did was wrong, “But what about what they did, wasn’t there a consequence for their actions?” he wondered.
He decided not to tell them about the outbreak of herpes he suffered from. He was surprised they hadn’t noticed the blisters. He’ll give them an A for the course he thought it will be up to them to decide if it was worth it.

Enchanted

2009-11-23T05:59:00.000-08:00

I had just sat down with my cup of Starbucks coffee and the Times opened up to the classifieds intent on finding another job when I noticed her. She was sitting on the chair across from the table from me when she caught me glancing up from my paper to view the person whose shadow had just passed over me. Most people would have then just looked away, perhaps after giving a nod or a smile as a sort of polite acknowledgement of the other, but she was different.

She had fixed her gaze upon me and held a smile that seemed to indicate a familiarity with me. I smiled back studying her face trying to place it, to figure out where I knew her from. She pulled her chair closer her eyes continued to hold my gaze. She was dressed entirely in black. A long lace black skirt that fell to her creamy white ankles framed with black high heels. She wore a knit v-neck black top that hugged her shapely figure tightly restraining ample breasts that almost seemed to beg to be freed. A black lace vest covered her top in an attempt to conceal her curvaceous carriage from ogling onlookers.

She had long straight black hair that reached to the small of her back which she brushed away from her face with the long thin fingers tipped with long black coated fingernails of her creamy white hands. She had long bangs that fell over beautifully shaped eyebrows that framed her milky white face. Her lips were full, colored with black lipstick and lined with black lip liner, which served to accentuate and define their shape.

But it was her eyes that were most intriguing! They were dark and mysterious. She wore black eye shadow on her eyelids and the contrast against the milky white of her eye sockets gave an illusion of depth. Black eyeliner top and bottom traced her eyelids and came together extending past the outside corners of her eyes. Thick dark mascara on her long eyelashes served as a veil over her eye sockets almost meeting up with her long bangs.

Her dark eyes called out to me, invited me in to investigate the mystery. I found myself staring our eyes locked upon each other. I could see something there and began to squint and strain to make out what it was, a reflection perhaps of myself and I felt as though I were kneeling by a dark pond examining my own features I was no longer in Starbucks!

“You are looking for an opportunity?” The hushed voice seemed to come to me from inside my head as I nodded in confirmation. “Come with me” the voice spoke and again I nodded. I remember getting up and leaving arm in arm but after that I couldn’t remember how I ended up where we went next.

I was in a dark place, a basement maybe lit only with torches and candles. I was unable to move my arms or my legs. I was naked on a stone table a carved pentagram beneath me the points of which fixed the locations of my restraints, leather straps that held my wrists, ankles and my head from movement.

Surrounding the table were silent dark hooded figures. They appeared to be waiting for something. I tried to call out but my voice was gone. I tried screaming, and still nothing! Then out of the corner of my eye came a shadowy figure a hood covered the head. The figures surrounding the table kneeled and bowed placing their hands upon me as they began to chant. "Tonight is the lusty eve of May. Blessed be the fertile Goddess" and Tonight is the lusty eve of May. Blessed be the Horned God" then Tonight is the lusty eve of May. Blessed be the sacred marriage that manifests all creation."

Fertile god, fertile goddess? Marriage? What the hell is this I thought? The figures around the table discarded their robes revealing their naked bodies alternating men and women. Each of the men held an Athame, a sort of curved dull black knife. The hooded figure I saw last out of the corner of my eye took up a position at the foot of the table discarding her robe. I saw immediately it was the woman from Starbucks! “My name is Wanda, you have been chosen.” she said in the same voice I heard in my head before.

"Behold the phallus of the God. The fertilizing principal of the universe” she said as the men held their athames up over their heads the women began running their hands over my body, brushing my nipples with a delicate touch, stroking my cock and squeezing my balls. They began kissing my body, nibbling my chest, neck and thighs. Some were flicking their tongues over my cock, which had already become stiff from all of the attention.

Two men lifted Wanda up to the table, her naked body stood above me her dark eyes locked onto mime. "Behold the womb of the Goddess. The well spring from which all life flows." Wanda said as the women raised golden chalices above their heads Wanda licked her fingers sliding them down over her beautiful breasts brushing lightly over her already erect nipples her fingers found her eager slit. With one hand she spread the lips of her pussy exposing her clit. She held her bud in between her index and middle fingers with one hand while the other lightly stroked the tip. Her gaze was locked onto mine as her tongue traced her shapely lips and soft moans escaped her throat.

"As we become one, we are one. As we are one, we become one." Moaned Wanda as the men around the table placed their athames into the chalices held by the women they all began to chant; "Love and light and laughter be, Lord and lady bring to me. As above, so below. Make my prosperity grow."

With that the men lifted the ladies onto the table their back to me. The men stepped between the legs of their women. The women began stroking their cocks while the men were sliding their moistened fingers into the women facing them. The room was filled with a chorus of moans when Wanda began to squat taking my now throbbing cock in her hand and guiding it skillfully inside her. As my cock entered her depths, the men around the table entered the women facing them sliding stiff as steel shafts into the rapacious pussys of their women in rhythmic strokes and a chorus of moans with legs locked around them pulling them in.

I couldn’t speak, moans of delight escaped silently from my lips. Wanda’s pussy felt hot wet and silky around my cock. With every up and down motion it felt as though a thousand tongues were tantalizing me. Heat and energy spread out over my body from the bottom of my glistening wet shaft a warm calm excitement overtook my body as Wanda was thrusting hard up and down on me, slamming her exquisite ass hard against my balls, rocking and bucking rubbing her clit against my rod the head of my cock pressing against her womb. The almost deafening moans echoed throughout the room when all at once couples began to scream out as one after another reached their height of pleasure. I could feel Wanda’s pussy spasm, twitch and convulse as she slammed down on me one last time throwing her head back while vigorously rubbing her clit and screaming as she came in wave after wave. My cock erupted too the hot musky fluid squirting deep inside Wanda washing over her womb filling her up and spilling out of her pussy and over my aching balls.

In a breathless chorus the group chanted, "Blessed be the Great Rite. The Lord and Lady reign eternal." Then Wanda answered with "By this act of love, all life comes to be."
The group began chanting again Stay if you will, go if you must, in perfect love and perfect trust" over and over as my conciseness began to fade.

I was back at Starbucks sitting across from Wanda when she asked, “Are you still using that sugar?” “You’re a witch!” I shouted as I jumped to my feet. “Perhaps you should lay off the caffeine mister,” she said angrily as she turned to leave. “What the hell just happened?” I thought. My balls ached. I looked up at the clock. I’ve been here for more than 2 hours! “Was it a dream?” I wondered. “Hell of a dream” I thought!

A Convenient Fantasy

2009-11-23T05:56:00.000-08:00

A Convenient Fantasy

Julie was excited! She couldn’t wait for Bob to get home. They had both talked about it ever since Julie told him about the sex toy party she was invited to at their neighbor Cindy’s house. She had planned this surprise for some time and tonight was the night they were going to take their sex life to the next level.

Julie, a bright, blued eyed, pretty woman with short, straight blond hair that fell just short of her shoulders and Bob a rather straight laced fellow of average height and build had been married for more than ten years. Like many couples that have been together for so long their lovemaking became, well, let’s just say it was predictable. You see, Bob was an office manager and was comfortable making decisions. So, it was only natural that in the bedroom, Bob would be the one to decide when and how their lovemaking would take place.

Julie on the other hand was an avid reader. She often read the articles in the women’s magazines that you see displayed on the check out lines at the supermarket. We’ve all seen these, “Ten sex secrets your man won’t tell you” or “Five sexy moves no man can resist.” Although Julie was curious about such things, she was not the kind of person that could take charge in bed, and though she would try out some of the things she learned, Bob would often object if it was too far from their norm. Bob used to say “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!”

It was only natural that when Cindy, a voluptuous brunette with beautiful green eyes invited Julie to the sex toy party that her curiosity would compel her to accept. Cindy, a divorcee that lived well just from her generous alimony enjoyed having these parties. She enjoyed selling and was indeed quite good at it. If it wasn’t this it was Tupperware or jewelry, or some other party but she always did well because she was so convincing at getting her friends to buy, a real “closer”. Julie was no match for Cindy’s power of persuasion. Cindy managed to sell her hundreds of dollars worth of toys, lingerie and oils. She even convinced her to by the “rabbit” a two-headed affair that could be inserted into her depths and would stimulate her clitoris at the same time.

The coup de gras was when Cindy was showing the strap on dildo to the group. “Now I need a volunteer for a demonstration.” Cindy said, “How about you Julie?” “Oh I don’t know, I don’t think I should” Julie stammered. “I’m not asking if you should Julie, I’m just saying you need to spice things up with Bob, and I’m going to show you how!” Cindy replied in a commanding tone. “But I wouldn’t know what to do with...’” Julie started to reply but was interrupted by Cindy. “Just get over here I’ll show you what you have to do!” Cindy commanded.

Cindy placed the strap on around Julie’s waist the large phallus stood erect from her crotch. Cindy then got down on all fours. “Now get behind me and pretend I’m Bob, remember now you’re in command!” Cindy exclaimed. Julie did as she was told sliding the massive dildo between Cindy’s legs. “Come on Julie thrust those hips like you mean it!” Cindy commanded as the group of women squealed, chuckled, and egged Julie on. Again Julie did as she was told. She was amazed at the power she felt being dominant for the first time. She clutched on to Cindy’s hips and began thrusting harder, the dildo sliding between Cindy’s legs was making her wet and Julie almost forgot where she was.
“Hold on sister, don’t get too carried away there!” Cindy joked. The slightly embarrassed Julie apologized meekly “I’m sorry.” And then exclaimed, “I’ll take it!” to the delight of the ladies in the group.

Julie had no idea what she and Bob would do with her new toy. She just knew she had to have it. Still, she had purchased lots of other things that she could introduce to Bob like the oils, candles, edible panties, lingerie and even a pair of fluffy handcuffs. She might even convince him to incorporate her new “rabbit” into one of their sessions, she thought as she waited for Bob to arrive home.

After a romantic dinner and a bottle of wine Julie dressed in the lingerie she bought at the party waited in bed for Bob to exit the bathroom. Scented candles illuminated the room as soft music played. Julie held the vibrator in her hand and began to massage herself with the tip. She imagined she was being watched through the window and this thought excited her further. “Julie!” Bob exclaimed as he exited the bathroom wearing only a look of shock on his face, “Are you starting without me?” he asked. “Oh Bob I was just imagining you staring at me through the window and I got just so excited!” Julie exclaimed. “Please make my fantasy come true. I think it will be well worth your while!” Julie pleaded. “Okay, Bob said reluctantly “but I have some fantasies of my own in mid for you my love.”

Bob slipped out the back and peered through the blinds as Julie pleasured herself with the rabbit her moans nearly drowning out the music. Bob was actually enjoying the show. So much so that he began stroking his engorged erection and didn’t notice when the cop came up behind him, “Hey pervert!” the cop yelled grabbing Bob’s wrist, pulling it behind his back and cuffing him. “But this is my house!” Bob protested. “Sure creep. I don’t suppose you have any ID?” the cop asked sarcastically. “Now where would I put it if I had it?” Bob asked. “That’s what I thought. Come along wise guy.” The cop said pulling the protesting Bob by his arm and loading him into the squad car before driving off.

“Oh my God, I’m cumming!” Julie screamed as her body shook her pussy convulsing on the rabbit and oblivious to what just happened outside. Cindy slipped in through the back and stood at the edge of the bed watching as Julie began to compose herself. Julie sensing a presence in the room opened her eyes and gasped seeing the beautiful Cindy naked before her the huge strap on pointing in her direction. “Cindy!” Is this the fantasy Bob was talking about?” asked Julie as she glanced towards the window. “I’m going to demonstrate how this strap on is supposed to be used” Cindy said climbing into the bed and spreading Julie’s legs with her knees before bending over her and kissing her tenderly on her trembling lips.

Julie’s heart began racing as she imagined what Cindy was going to do to her while Bob watched. She couldn’t believe Bob had these kinds of thoughts. Cindy pressed her lips against Julie’s and opened her mouth her tongue darted inside touching, flicking, tasting and feeling the warm moist insides. Julie responded in kind extremely excited to be kissing a woman for the first time! Cindy’s mouth moved anxiously under Julie’s chin then around her neck and down to her collarbone, while the dildo pressed against Julie’s already soaking wet slit. Cindy drew the erect nipple into her mouth sucking hard her tongue dancing wildly over the tip as Julie clutched at her head pulling her tighter against her breast gasping in pleasure.

Cindy teased Julie pussy with the dildo sliding it between the lips dragging it up and down her slit and rubbing her clit with the head. Julie was arching her back wanting to feel the large member inside her and Cindy obliged. Pressing her hips forward parting her pussy and pushing the phallus slowly into her silky wet hole. Julie responded by wrapping her kegs around Cindy and pressing her heels into her back urging Cindy to burry the bone to the bottom of her well. Cindy was moving in and out of Julie, sliding the slippery shaft in a slow rhythm but Julie wanted more! Julie reached for the rabbit flipped it on and guided it into Cindy’s ass causing Cindy to cry out and thrust the dildo deep into Julie’s quivering cunt.

Cindy was thrusting wildly now one end of the rabbit in her ass the extension vibrating at her opening as she moaned and screamed cumming over and over as she thrust into Julie. Julie was panting her heart pounded as her screams filled the room. Both women were blind with passion unaware of their surroundings their bodies responding in primal fashion to the mutual pleasure doled out by their partners. They collapsed in a clump arms wrapped around each other kissing tenderly while they tried to catch their breath, their bodies spent, the sheets wet with perspiration and the juices that had flowed readily from their passion.

Bob paced nervously back and forth in the cell wearing the oversize orange sweats that were issued to him. It was cold and he was tired and annoyed, not just because his night of pleasure with his wife was ruined but also because some runt was hogging two blankets. Bob grabbed one of the blankets yanking it away in one swift motion. “Thanks asshole now would you mind moving over and giving me some room. I need to get some sleep!” Bob said angrily. “Hey!” Came the shout from across the cell by the very large and mean looking cellmate, “Don’t be messin wit my bitch!” He walked over menacingly towards Bob. “Now let me show you how dis works muhta fucka!” he said as he grabbed Bob and shoved him onto the bunk. “I’m da masta here and now you’re my bitch!” he said yanking the orange sweat pants down to Bob’s ankles.

Julie and Cindy were resting in each other’s arms gently stroking each other’s hair and kissing each other lightly. “Now that you know how to use this it’s going to be your turn next” Cindy said. “Gee, Bob’s been gone a long time I wonder what happened to him?” Julie asked. “Oh, I have no idea!” Cindy said. “Well I hope I delivered on his fantasy.” Julie said. “I’m sure he got more then he could have imagined.” Cindy said a grin spreading across her face.

Card Night

2009-11-18T12:13:00.000-08:00

A Fantasy Fulfilled

2009-11-18T06:18:00.000-08:00

Bill and Carol enjoyed a very special relationship as husband and wife. They openly discussed their wants, desires, fears and dreams without the worry of judgment or criticism. They would often lie in bed and discuss a range of topics, the weather, world hunger, or the morality of today’s youth. No matter what the topic, the subject matter eventually lead to a discussion of sex, which of course became foreplay and then, well you could imagine the rest.

They often talked about their sexual fantasies and they did their best to make one another’s wishes come true. Their desire for each other was unrestrained, their love so incredibly intense that they would do anything to make each other happy and to keep their love life fresh and exciting. Once Carol caught Bill eyeing a friend of hers at a dinner party held at their home. Later while in bed Carol pretended to be Susan, teasing Bill. Almost jokingly Bill suggested how great it would be to have Susan and Carol at the same time. It wasn’t long after that Carol convinced her friend Susan to share her husband for which Bill was eternally grateful!

It was with that in mind and a recent bed time discussion about how many partners could one satisfy at once that Bill decided to surprise Carol and test her theory. Bill choose three of his closest friends to help him, Jim, John, and Harry. Frankly, he didn’t think Carol could handle the 5 she claimed she could and besides Bill didn’t have any more friends he would be comfortable getting naked with.

Bill got home early that night and prepared the room with scented candles, soft music, five glasses of red wine, and had a warm bath ready. His guests waited elsewhere in the house and after allowing Bill several minutes to prepare Carol, would enter the bedroom in 5-minute intervals based on the numbers they drew from a hat.

Carol walked into the door right on time and was surprised to be greeted by Bill who lead her by the hand into the bedroom. “Oh Bill!” she exclaimed wrapping her arms tight around his neck and kissing him passionately, “Just what I needed!” she said with relief. Bill lead her to the bath, “There’s much more in store for you tonight honey” Bill said with a hint of mystery.

Carol stepped out of the tub slipped into her red satin robe and walked towards the bed where Bill was waiting naked holding two glasses of wine. Bill handed one to Carol they clinked their glasses placed them to their lips their eyes locked upon each other as they tipped the glasses emptying the contents. Bill took Carol by the hand pulling her onto the bed he slipped the robe from her soft round shoulders and began kissing her neck softly behind her ears. His hands slid slowly and gently up her sides brushing lightly over her breasts. Bill’s warm moist lips moved steadily tracing a line from Carol’s ear lobe down her neck across her soft shoulders and back to her ear lobe where he whispered “So many men, so little time.”

At that point Jim entered the room drained the glass of wine and climbed in the bed on Carol’s right side. Carol looked at Jim then at Bill a wide grin spread across his face as he whispered, “Surprise” and their lips met in a deep passionate kiss. While their tongues danced Jim’s anxious lips began kissing Carol’s neck, shoulders and breasts. His tongue traced her areola and erect nipple. He locked his quivering lips on her nipple pulling it gently and sucking it back into his mouth stroking it, her moans were lost in Bills open mouth. Bill began kissing her left breast, sucking and stroking her nipple his tongue darting and flicking wildly over the erect tip. Carol could feel a throbbing cock pressing against her on both sides and realizing in order to live up to her claim she would need to pleasure both of them!

This was going to harder than she thought. The feelings of pleasure she was receiving from having both of her breasts stimulated at the same time by different men made it extremely hard to concentrate, but she would do her best. She grabbed each man’s cock in a hand palming the head her light touch softly stroking their stiff shafts and caressing their balls as the men continued to make love to her nipples with wet hungry lips.

Just then John joined the party downing his glass of wine he took up a position above Carols head and bending over he pressed his lips against hers his their tongues entwined and encircled each others as Jim and Bill moved up and Down Carol’s body from her navel to her heaving breasts their lips sucking softly on her skin and pulling slowly away.
John’s cock had sprung up and was poised at Carols lips. Carol began kissing the purple head her tongue flicked lightly around his shaft sending tingling sensations down to John’s balls as he moaned in satisfaction. John’s hands found Carol’s anxious breasts and he began rolling her swollen nipples between his fingers while Bill and Jim turned moving their hunger mouths down over Carols mound to her inner thighs.

Bill and Jim were sucking biting and nibbling the upper inner thighs of Carols open legs. Carol was squirming her hips in delight electric shocks of pleasure sent waves of heat surging up her thighs to her already soaking wet pussy. She was still caressing the cock’s of Bill and Jim and now had John’s cock deep in her mouth her moans of pleasure pulsating down his powerful prick causing it to jump inside her eager mouth.

Harry was now positioned between Carol’s legs lifting them up over his neck he guided his already erect rod towards her quivering anxious hole. Bill and Jim were taking turns sucking nibbling and biting her clit their eager tongues lapping at her juices their fingers parting her swollen wet pussy lips in turn. Harry slid his throbbing tool into her honey hole. Her quivering cunt swallowed him clutching his shaft and releasing.

Carol was lost. She was on automatic pilot! A veritable fucking machine! A heap of hot pleasure was literally shooting out from every part of her body. She no longer knew that John’s cock was pumping vigorously in and out of her mouth. She forgot about the cocks she was stroking wildly in each hand, She was bucking wildly arching her back to receive Harry’s powerful thrusts while Bill and Jim licked and sucked her clit and thighs John was still palming her breasts pulling and twisting her nipples. Carol was completely unaware of any world outside the pleasure centers of her body.

Carol couldn’t take much more her pussy was convulsing cumming again and again. She couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop. John exploded in her mouth pumping his seed into the back of her throat which Carol did her best to swallow but the volume was such that it spilled down the sides of her face. Harry’s cock erupted next with each spurt he thrust his hips forward plowing his balls against Carol’s ass her pussy milking him of every least drop of seed their mingled juices spilling out of her and flowing down the crack of her ass. Bill came next pumping hot jest of his musty milk high in the air landing on Carol’s heaving belly. Jim was right behind his fluids soaking Carol’s chest.

The five of them lay breathless on the bed in a daze from an experience that none of them imagined they would ever have. Carol was never happier. Not only because of the love she had for Bill who she knew would do anything for her. Not just because of the amazing pleasure she just received. No, that was all well and good but what mattered most was that she was able to please 4 men at once, and she was sure if Bill had one more friend, she would have made him happy too!

A Lover's Dissapointment

2009-11-17T05:42:00.000-08:00

Rob and Jenny sat anxiously outside in the waiting room for the results of her pregnancy test.

“I hope it’s a girl just like you Jenny!” Rob exclaimed.

“I’d like a little boy just like you Rob, strong and confident, someone who can look after me when I’m old.” Jenny said inadvertently reminding Rob of the twenty years difference in their age.

“It really doesn’t matter much.” Rob assured, “As long as it’s healthy.”

Rob thought back to how they first met. Rob has been depressed and alone after Carol walked out on him. She had been having an affair with another man and she had gotten pregnant with his child. Rob was devastated. All he ever wanted was a family. He and his ex had been trying for ten years! At least that’s what he thought. Carol never stopped taking her birth control pills, well until she met Steve, but by then Rob and Carol weren’t making love all that much. That last year Carol was avoiding having sex with Rob. Rob had thought that perhaps Carol was feeling frustrated because she couldn’t get pregnant and lost interest in sex. He decided to give her space to let her work things out on her own since she rejected counseling or even discussing the matter with him.

“When you’re ready to talk Carol, I’ll be here for you.” Rob had told her in that reassuring voice.

It wasn’t long after that when Carol announced to Rob “I’m pregnant!”

“But how can that be, we haven’t made love in months!” Rob exclaimed.

The reality became quite clear when Carol explained “There’s someone else Rob. The baby is his and I’m afraid, I’m leaving you. We want to be married and raise the child together.”

Bob stood in shock before all the air left his lungs and his shoulders slumped. There was no use in even trying to change her mind. She had betrayed him in so many ways. He would never be able to forgive her nor could he ever raise another man’s child.

“I’m sorry Rob.” Carol said before packing a bag and walking out on him.

Rob spent the next year in almost total isolation. Working as much overtime as possible before coming home and surfing the net. He built a page on myspace hoping to connect with old friends perhaps even his first love, Liz. Liz was the first woman Rob ever made love to. A slim athletic blond with pretty green eyes, Liz guided Rob through his first sexual experience and he was hooked! They spent the rest of the summer together after graduation making love every chance they could until they went off to separate colleges. Then one day shortly after attending his first classes, Rob got an e-mail from Liz telling him it would be better if he began dating others, and that was the last he heard from her.
He never forgot her though and when he came across Jenny’s page he was immediately taken aback by the resemblance! Jenny could have been Liz’s twin! She looked exactly as Rob remembered Liz looked that summer before they parted, and even though she was only seventeen at the time Rob decided to invite her as a friend.

“Hi. I can’t believe that my first love is here just as I left her twenty years ago! I don’t want to lose you again, let’s stay connected,” he wrote.

When Jenny saw Rob’s picture posted with his message she felt drawn to him. She always had a thing for older guys and this guy was indeed handsome with his dark black hair and warm “puppy dog” eyes. She was touched by his message as well as flattered that a man his age would be interested in her so she accepted his invite. Jenny never really understood why she was attracted to older men. Perhaps it was because she was raised as an only child by her mother and envied all of her friends that had fathers. Maybe it was because boys her age seemed so immature and not interested in the things in life that are important like family and commitment, but her affinity for older men was unmistakable.

Over the next several months they chatted with each other often. At first it was on the computer but then it was via telephone. They had become very familiar and personal with each other, intimate even! Well as intimate as a couple can get over the phone as they talked about how they would pleasure each other while they masturbated listening to the sounds of the other’s moans while they brought themselves to release. Rob felt guilty about this relationship at first but with Jenny’s resemblance to Liz was so strong, it seemed to transport him back in time to his youth and suddenly he was the same age as she! Jenny had that effect on Rob making him feel young again and in spite of the age difference he wanted her, loved her! He wanted to spend his life together with her and to have a family with her, so for her eighteenth birthday he sent her airline tickets to fly from Chicago to New York to meet him.

Rob picked her up in a limo at the airport and they spent their first night together in the city. Rob had scheduled a whole evening of events to impress the woman of his dreams. They started out with a dinner and the best five star restaurants in town, La Bernardin. They dined on delicious French cuisine in glamour and class enjoying expensive French wine. From there they went to one of the hottest dance clubs in the city, Baktun. They danced the night away to electronic music with a backdrop of live videos projected on the walls. By three AM they were both exhausted. Rob had shown Jenny the time of her life and she was never more in love with anyone then she was with Rob right now. Rob too felt like a kid again as though he was back in high school on prom night with Liz. Jenny had given him a reason to live again!

They spent the night together in the London NYC a luxury hotel on the west side. Jenny had never been with a man as old as Rob and Rob had sensed her hesitance. He gently guided her through her experience kissing her tenderly his soft lips trailing down her body trembling in anticipation. None of the boys Jenny was with ever kissed her the way Rob did. His tongue probed her heat and she pushed his face into her sex arching her back wanting more of this pleasure! Her body rocked with waves of orgasmic bliss shudders of electricity that originated from her core and emanated out to her extremities.
She held his thick manhood and pulled him towards her entrance guiding him inside. Rob moved slowly, carefully, inching his swollen member into her warm wet velvet. He relished at the feeling of her tight muscles surrounding his heat as she pulled him into the bottom of her sex. Jenny took him hungrily inside bucking up to meet him as he pushed his hips forward. Rob buried himself inside her holding her tight against his chest while his musk filled her, their bodies locked in harmonic spasm.

“I love you Jenny!” Rob whispered in raged breath.

“I wish we could freeze this moment in time and spend our lives together like this!” Jenny responded. “I don’t want to leave.”

“There will be time for that,” Rob said, “First finish college, then we’ll talk.”

“I have to graduate high school first!” Jenny giggled.

Jenny flew back home the next day. For several weeks they continued to chat on line and via phone. Then one day Rob received a call from Jenny.

“Rob! She cried, “I’m late!”

“Don’t cry honey, it can’t be that bad. You’re late for what?” Rob asked trying to calm her down.

“My period! I missed my period! I feel bloated I don’t know what to do! My mother is going to kill me!” she cried. Rob could envision the tears running out of her beautiful green eyes and streaming down her cheeks.

“Don’t panic. Have you been to the doctor?” He asked.

“No not yet but I took a home test and it came out positive!” she sobbed.

“Those can be wrong. Look, make an appointment with your doctor. I’ll get on a flight and meet you as soon as I can.” Rob suggested.

Jenny and Rob stood as the doctor opened the door and called them inside for consultation.

“Please sit down.” The doctor said a look of concern on her face.

“What is it doctor, is something wrong?” Jenny asked.

“I’m sorry to keep you both waiting. But we had to check our results several times to be sure.” The doctor said. “That is why we needed a blood sample from the father as well.”
“What is it doctor what’s wrong?” Rob asked urgency in his voice.

“We have confirmed that you are the father,” The doctor said looking at Rob.

“Duh!” Said Jenny “Who else would it be!”

“Rob is not only the father of your baby Jenny, but he is also your father!” the doctor declared.

A Perception of Rape

2009-11-17T05:36:00.000-08:00

Bob stood at the end of the bar brooding as he watched Carol enjoying the margarita he purchased for her. She was chatting and laughing with her friends and he stood drinking, alone while Lionel Ritchie’s “Celebration” began playing on the jukebox.

Bob was a man of average build, but strong for his size. He had short brown hair that was buzzed on the sides and back, and eyes the color of a pale emerald gemstone. He had a square jaw and high cheekbones and was confident that most women would consider him handsome. He was competitive in nature and he didn’t like losing so he kept himself in shape. Now he stood watching, and wondering why all he got from Carol was a polite thank you and a cold shoulder. Well, this isn’t over, he thought; before this night is over I will have my way with that girl!

Carol was a pretty girl indeed, with warm, deep, dark, inviting eyes and raven black shoulder length hair. She possessed full lips and an easy, friendly, welcoming smile that made everyone she met feel relaxed and comfortable around her. She had many friends and was always attentive when carrying on a conversation with any of them.

“Hello darkness my old friend…”Simon and Garfunkel’s sounds of silence began playing on the jukebox. Bob looked up at the clock, finished up his drink, glanced over at Carol turned and left the bar. He walked quietly into the parking lot away from the lights at the entrance of the bar and waited in the shadows. Oh, she shouldn’t be too much longer he thought to himself, there was nothing but ice left in that drink. Hell, she probably doesn’t even have the money to buy herself another one, and with those small tits it’s not likely that some other guy will pay any attention to her either thought Bob.

Carol glanced at the clock. She had caught Bob’s eye as he turned to leave the bar. Why didn’t he get into the conversation with her friends? He seemed interested, but then he walked away without a word standing at the end of the bar alone! No matter, it was time to leave anyway, one more drink and I’d need a cab she thought! She gave a hug and a kiss to each of her friends, took her keys from her purse and headed for the door.

I knew it! Thought Bob, there she is now. He sharpened his gazed and watched to see which way she was headed. She headed towards the back of the lot where her car was parked in the shadows, not far from where Bob was waiting. Normally Carol wouldn’t park this far back in the lot after dark but what choice did she have? She had left work late and by time she arrived at the bar happy hour was in full swing.

Carol unlocked her door, got inside and was about to put the key in the ignition when Bob grabbed the door and pushed Carol down on the seat, closing the door in one motion. He climbed over the top of her into the passenger side and pulled the knife from his pocket, “Whatever you do, don’t make a sound”, he said. Carol could see the knife, she was still holding the keys in her hand, her finger through the center of the ring so they could be used as a weapon the way she was taught in self defense. Unfortunately Bob never gave her the chance to act and now her only choice was to remain calm.

“Drive!” Bob commanded. Where to? Carol asked in as calm a voice as she could muster. “Pull out of the lot get on the highway and head east” he said. Turn in here Bob said. Bob directed her to a wooded area where she could barely make out the tire tracks of previous visitors through the over grown brush that lead through a thick stand of trees.
They stopped at a dirt mound where the rusted hulk of a stolen car lay rotting away undiscovered. “Get out” Bob said. Carol though about running now, it was a mistake to allow him to take her to another location.

Bob grabbed the keys from the ignition and got out on the passenger side. It was now or never Carol thought and she broke into a sprint, kicking off her heels as she ran, but Bob was so much faster. He caught up to her grabbed her arm, showing her the knife he warned her not to try that again! Carol thought now the only thing left for her to do was not to resist. She had heard that rapists wanted their victims to resist.

Bob led her over the dirt mound to a grassy area where he set his coat on the ground. “Take off your clothes”! Carol reluctantly and slowly undressed unbuttoning her blouse first and allowing it to fall on the ground and then unzipping her skirt. Bob watched intently as Carol stood there in just her bra and panties, her arms crossed over her breasts.

Bob grabbed Carol by the hair pulling her head back and pressing his lips against hers. His tongue darting wildly, passionately in side her mouth, Carol made a feeble attempt to pull away until she felt the cold flat steel blade pressed against her chest. Bob slid the knife along her skin and up under her bra while still holding her head back and sucking and nibbling her neck. He jerked the knife and Carol’s bra fell to the ground revealing her lovely breasts. Carol’s breasts weren’t big but they were shaped beautifully. They were firm and her nipples stood high and proud.

Bob cupped her breast in his hand while still holding the knife, and held it up to his mouth. He began sucking, and rolling the nipple around with his anxious tongue. He was beginning to get excited now and his growing cock was pressing against his jeans. Carol gasped as he slid the knife down into Carol’s panties slicing through the material on her right leg and then again on her left and the panties fell to the ground. “Open my shirt and you better make me happy” he said. Carol nervously unbuttoned his shirt and began kissing his chest while Bob reached down and began massaging her pussy, running his thick fingers up and down her slit circling her clitoris.

Bob opened his jeans and let them drop to the ground exposing his thick bulging cock, pushing Carol’s head down and directing her to his member. On your knees he instructed. Carol knew the only thing to do was comply, don’t do anything foolish and do whatever he says I know I’ll get out of this! She reluctantly placed her mouth over his cock taking it partly into her mouth. “Is that the best you could do!” Bob shouted taking her by the back of the head and thrusting his hips forward almost causing Carol to gag, but she was up to the task. She held his cock with both hands now, stroking him while she sucked, her tongue flicking over the head and up and down the shaft. Bob’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and he moaned in delight. She stroked faster now, passionately, just make him happy was her only thought! Bob’s legs buckled as he thrust his hips forward clutching Carol’s head, his cock erupted, like a volcano long overdue to relieve the pressure of hot magma making its way to the surface, Bob’s semen squirted into the back of her throat filling her mouth. Carol swallowed thinking is it over?

Bob was breathing heavily now, but he was far from finished. He pushed Carol back on to his coat and climbed on top of her. You like that didn’t you? He asked, You want more don’t you? Bob taunted. Just agree, make him happy, don’t resist thought Carol. Bob lifted Carol’s legs over his shoulders, and holding his still hard cock in his hand he slid it up and down her slit, the head just spreading her now swollen lips, and rubbing her clit with it. “Beg me for it” he said “Tell me you want it! He commanded her. “Please, fuck me” she whimpered. Bob slid his cock inside her slowly and withdrew slowly. “Keep “begging, you know you want it” he screamed at her. “Fuck me, please fuck me” she yelled and Bob began thrusting faster. “Beg baby” he screamed, “beg!” “Harder please fuck me harder!” Carol’s mind went blank she had given in to Bob’s power and domination she had become excited by it and was raising her hips up to meet his thrusts, contracting her muscles and milking his member as Bob continued faster his balls slapping against her wet with the juices now flowing freely.

Carol wrapped her legs around Bob’s back and tensed screaming out into the night “I’m cumming”! Oh God! I’m cumming!” Her pussy spasmed as Bob thrust deep inside her and held her collapsing against her body his cock twitching as he washed her womb with his sperm, his thighs tingling.

Carol wrapped her arms around him holding him tight to her as they rolled onto their sides, Bob’s cock still inside her, they kissed passionately. “I love you so much” Bob whispered, “I love you too” Carol responded. Bob was overcome with affection. Even after 15 years of marriage. He knew there was no other woman like Carol. She never ran out of ways to keep their love making exciting. This was all her idea, to meet at the bar, to leave when Sounds of Silence began playing, the knife, all of it!

We lay there in each other’s arms looking up at the clear night sky and I wondered, what Carol had planned for our next adventure!

A Vegas Tail

2009-11-17T05:23:00.000-08:00

It was our first night in Vegas. My wife had wanted to come here for a long time, but I would rather be almost anywhere else. My wife Chris though loves to gamble especially on the slots and amazingly she does pretty well. She seems to have a system that allows her to start with a fixed amount of money and after a full night of gambling ends up with the same. She refers to it as entertainment, which I can’t really understand. How can feeding money in a machine all night possibly be considered entertainment, especially these days when the machines only give back a slip of paper with the sum of your credits. No longer do you hear the clank of quarters spilling into the tray. It definitely cuts down on the excitement for me.

I think the reason I don’t care much for Vegas is because I’m a terrible gambler. I can take a hundred dollars and lose it in less than five minutes. Now that’s not very much money but I always seem to have a problem with losing such a sum so quickly and I have a hard time considering such a loss entertaining. Perhaps the reason I’m such a terrible gambler is because by nature I’m pretty naive. I tend to take what people tell me to be truth because that’s what I do. I can’t pretend to be holding four aces if I’m not and if I am it’s likely everyone at the table knows it well before I show my cards. I’m also not very good at reading into someone’s words. If I have something on my mind I just say it and I expect everybody else to do the same. My wife on the other hand has a tremendous ability to read people. So when we were sitting at the bar playing video poker and a woman came up and asked me for a light, I assumed she just needed to light her cigarette. My wife then interrupted “We don’t smoke!” she exclaimed rather nastily.

“Sorry honey, I didn’t know you were together.” She said and moved to the other side of the bar. I had no idea the woman was hitting on me!

It was later that night when I had lost all the money I intended to lose for the evening when I went to see how my wife was doing. I stood behind her while she worked various methods to extract winnings from the machine she was on.

“How are you doing?” I asked after she missed hitting about twenty times in a row.

“Why have you lost all your money already?” she asked.

“Well yes.” I said.

“Well don’t bring your jinx here!” she exclaimed. “Why don’t you go on up to bed and I’ll be up later.” She added. My wife hated when I stood over her. She always felt like I was the reason she was losing, and in a way I couldn’t blame her, after all I never seemed to be there when she won!

“Okay hon.” I said and I walked off and started to head for the room.

Suddenly I thought, I’m not ready for bed. I’m on vacation too and I decided to stroll around the casino watching the people wandering around looking for that machine that calls out to them, or watching the gamblers exalting when they finally won a hand. Now I stood behind someone on the Wheel of Fortune as they got to spin. While I was standing I noticed out of the corner of my eye a passing figure and I turned quickly to catch the eye of a woman. I did a double take when I realized she was smiling at me and her lips were mouthing something, a friendly hello, a beckoning to me. Obviously she knew me and though I could not place her I walked over to say hello. She was perhaps twenty-five or thirty years old almost half my age and very pretty. She had dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and dark eyes that sparkled as brightly as her beautiful white smile framed by her ruby red lips. She had a moderately tight and moderately short black skirt and a floral print blouse with a décolletage that displayed the tops of her ample breasts.
I had no idea how I knew her and I didn’t care. She obviously knew me or why else would she be calling me? Now another one of my faults is my inability to remember names and while I was trying to recall hers I walked towards her hoping that I wouldn’t say anything that would reveal I forgot hers.

“Hey where ya been stranger!” she asked enthusiastically throwing her arms around me and kissing me softly on the cheek.

“Oh, I’ve just been wandering around the casino.” I replied.

“Well, how ya doin? Are you making a killing?” She asked.

“Well, I guess I’m holding my own.” I lied not wanting to reveal what a loser I am.

“Well why don’t you buy me a drink and tell me all about it. Maybe you’ll have better luck at the bar.” She suggested, obviously aware at my attempt to hide my gambling skills from her and easily seeing through my lie.

The bartender saw us walking towards the bar and smiled before calling out “Hey Lisa, long time! What can I get for you and your friend…”

Lisa looked at me and smiled inquisitively.

“The name’s John I said shaking hands with the bartender.

“Jack.” The bartender replied waiting for my drink order.

“I’ll have a Heineken.” I said, “And…” I looked over at Lisa, “ A Heineken? Get us two Grey Goose martini’s, chilled.” she said, “We’re here to party!”

Well we were talking, laughing, and having a good time while Jack made sure our glasses were kept full. Now I’m not much of a drinker and after about three of these I wasn’t asking any questions. I no longer cared how I knew this girl or even if I knew her. All I knew was I was feeling good and a pretty lady was keeping me company. Lisa kept putting her hand on my thigh and touching my arm when she talked. I was beginning to get ideas but I didn’t think she was interested in me in that way, until after my fourth martini, she whispered hotly into my ear, “Well aren’t you going to show me your room?”
Normally, I would have had better sense, but I was still feeling a bit lonely having been given the brush off by my wife who was still occupied gambling. Besides after four martini’s, an hour or two of thigh rubbing, and conversation laced with innuendo not to mention a beautiful willing partner I was ready to take a chance! I signed the bill and lead the way to my room with Lisa holding onto my arm with both hands. She was giggling like a schoolgirl leaning into me her hot breath splashing across my neck while she nibbled my ear lobe. I was so hard I was practically limping! Any sense of right or wrong had long ago been drained from my brain. The blood normally used to fuel such thoughts was now being used to supply my anxious member.
When we got to my room I fumbled with the electronic key before Lisa took it from me and in one quick motion inserted it and unlocked the door. She pushed me inside and threw her arms around my neck pressing her lips hard against mine she kissed me passionately. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest as she shifted her body side to side. Her hot tongue probed my mouth and I could feel my throbbing member straining against my jeans as she ground her hips forward against me.
“Take off your clothes!” She commanded. She started undressing herself while she watched me strip until I was naked my cock standing at attention was pointed directly at her. She was standing before me in just her stockings held up by a garter. Her large breasts quite firm stood high and her nipples erect. She began taking things out of her purse and placing them on the bed.
“Lay down!” she ordered and I was more than willing to do whatever she asked. She straddled my waist my cock behind her was standing against the crack of her ass.
“I like to be in control.” She said. “Do you know that when you lose one of your senses the others will become more acute to compensate?” she asked.

“You mean like if you go blind your hearing gets better?” I asked.

“Precisely!” she said. “Now I am going to restrict some of your senses so that you will experience the best sex ever! Just do what I tell you!” she added before kissing me passionately again.

She proceeded to take a blindfold from the bed and tie it around my eyes.

“Can you see?” she asked.

“Not a thing!” I exclaimed.

She began kissing my chest. Her lips drew my nipples into her mouth her talented tongue flicked over me while I moaned my approval. Her mouth explored my body moving slowly lower and lower until she reached my cock. Her fingers slipped lightly up and down my shaft barely touching the sensitive skin before she swallowed me deep into her throat.

“Oh I see what you mean about my senses!” I exclaimed putting my hands on the back of her head and urging her to continue.

“Oh no! Not yet!” She admonished me. She rose up from her oral pleasure and slid her hot box against my cock and held my wrists down over my head against the bed. “We need to restrict your sense of touch she said before wriggling her ass against my crotch and kissing me deeply again. She reached for the cuffs she had placed on the bed and secured my hands to the brass headboard. She slipped two of her fingers into my mouth before inserting them inside herself. I could hear her sliding the fingers in and out of herself moaning as she worked to bring herself to the heights of pleasure.

“What about me?” I began to protest and she slipped her fingers wet with her cum into my mouth again.

“Shhhh.” She shushed…before she reached for the ball gag that she placed in my mouth.
“Now we will deny you the sense of taste.” She said before guiding my swollen member into her wet entrance.

She began sliding up and down then rocking back and forth on the base of my shaft. I could hear her moans growing louder as she rocked faster. Her breath was ragged and she was panting in pleasure. I felt her pussy tightening the tension in her thighs before she cried out her pussy convulsing and twitching wildly her release soaking my balls. I was almost ready another few strokes and I would explode. I arched my back up to bury my bone deeper into her and felt her pussy pulling away. She was getting up! I tried to protest but all I could manage was some stifled grunts. I could hear her moving around the room, opening drawers, and suitcases. What the fuck was happening? I thought.

Seconds later she kissed me softly on the cheek. “Thanks for the ride John. You were a good sport.” She said before I heard the door open, and then close again, then silence.

I struggled in earnest now. I had to get out of these cuffs. I couldn’t let my wife find me here like this! If I thought I was possessed with more than my fair share of bad luck, it had just taken a turn for the worst. Sweat was beginning to pour from my brow and bead up on my hands and arms as panic began to take hold. I had to focus! With the sweat acting as a lubricant I was finally able to contort my hand and pull it out of my restraint, several seconds later I extracted the other one. I looked around the room and noticed my camera was gone and so was my wallet with all my credit cards! “Shit! What now?” I asked myself out loud. I dashed out of the room and headed for the bar. I figured maybe Jack could help me out. When I got to the bar, I noticed an attractive young woman had replaced Jack. “Hi, what can I get you?” she asked me.

“Do you know Jack?”, I asked.

“Who doesn’t know Jack.” she said Why?

“Well, I’m looking for him. I need to talk to him about a business venture.” I replied.

“He got off at midnight. My guess is he went home to change or whatever. She said.

“Where would home be?” I asked”

“Look mister, are you going to buy a drink or what, I’ve got work to do.” She replied. “I’m not in the habit of giving out employee’s addresses to strangers.” she added.

Shit! I thought Jack was my only lead to finding Lisa. If I was going to find her I had to find him. I needed cash! I headed over to the check-in desk and arranged for a cash loan to be charged to my room.

“Based on your credit report, we can give you up to $10,000.” the woman behind the desk said.

“I’ll take it!” I said while I waited impatiently for her to count it out.

Armed with the cash I headed back to the bar. “You again. Are you going to order something this time?” the bar maid asked.

“Sure. I’ll take a Heineken.” When she brought the beer over to me and placed it on the bar I reached over, grasped her hand, and gazed desperately into her eyes. “Listen, what’s your name?”

“Debbie.” She said.

“Listen Debbie, I really need to find Jack so how much is it going to cost me for you to give me his address?” I asked.

“Price is a function of need. The more desperate the need the more it’ll cost… say five grand?” She asked in an up-speak tone.

I counted out four grand on the bar. “This is all it’s worth Debbie, take it or leave it.” I said.

She scooped up the cash and said “35 Black Walnut Avenue apartment 19.”

“Thanks.” I said before I dashed out to the street and hailed a cab.

I jumped in the cab and headed towards the north part of Vegas. “Stop here!” I shouted when I saw the twenty-four hour pawnshop. “Wait here for me.” I ordered the cab driver.

“How much for the 9mm Glock?” I asked the man behind the desk.

“Give me $1000 and they’ll be no questions asked.” He said sensing my desperation.

“Throw in a box of ammo and you got a deal!” I exclaimed. He packed it up and I was back in the cab. “Let’s go!” I told the driver.

When we got to the apartment I again asked the driver to wait. “I’ll make it worth your while.” I added.

When I walked inside the building I noticed there was a supers office in the lobby, number 19 would be on the first floor. I knocked on the supers door and short balding heavy set man opened it after looking through the peep hole and determining I wasn’t some burglar.

“I’m supposed to look after my friends apartment while he’s out of town” I lied, “and I seem to have misplaced the key he gave me.”

“Tell me another one buddy.” He replied.

“ Look, if I let his fish die he’ll be heartbroken!” I said trying to sound sincere and desperate at the same time.

“Can’t you do better than that?” the supper asked. “I can get in real trouble if I handed out keys to everybody that had a story like yours.” He added.

I took out a handful of hundreds and looking him in the eye and peeled a bill from the pile and held it up to his face. He watched intently as I peeled another, then another. I was waiting for his expression to change. I got up to two thousand before I said “Look two thousand just for the key just for five minutes and I’ll even give you the key back!”

He took the money disappeared and came back with the key. “Five minutes and I get the key back.” He said.

I ran up the stairs and noticed light coming from under the door. I could hear voices and laughter over country music coming from the room. It sounded like at least two people a man and a woman. I pulled the Glock from my waistband and quietly slipped the key into the lock and turned it slowly sliding the dead bolt to the open position before throwing the door open and rushing inside. Jack and Lisa were on the sofa wrapped in towels like they just came out of the shower. On the coffee table was my wallet and camera along with several pairs of cuffs, blindfolds, gags and assorted other paraphernalia.

“I missed you Lisa!” I said a broad smile spread across my face as I kicked the door shut behind me. “Quite a girl you got there, Jack. A good starter but a poor finisher.”

“Jack I swear he was cuffed tight!” Lisa exclaimed.

“How the hell did you find me?” he asked.

“Well, Lisa was no help that’s for sure. She’s been nothing but a ball buster since I met her! Now why don’t you put your hands behind your back Jack and Lisa take those cuffs and make sure they’re tight” I ordered, my Glock trained on the two of them. “Now Lisa put a pair of those cuffs in Jacks hands, put your hands behind your back and Jack, don’t try anything stupid.”

“Now lay on the floor face down.” I commanded, “Do it, now!” I exclaimed in as menacing a voice as I could muster.

“What are you going to do to us?” Lisa asked.

“Please don’t kill me. It was all her idea! I only did what she told me to do!” Jack pleaded.

“Shut up you pussy!” Lisa screamed.

“Just get on the floor, if you want to live!” I exclaimed and they complied.

“Relax. It’s your lucky day. I’m not going to kill you. I’m not eve going to call the cops. I just want my stuff back and hopefully we’ll never see each other again.” I said. I grabbed another set of cuffs off the table, cuffed the two of the together and gagged them before gathering up my stuff and heading out the door.

“You two really do make a wonderful couple.” I chuckled as I closed the apartment door behind me.

After dropping off the key with the super I jumped in the cab and headed back to the casino. It was already 3AM and I was hoping my wife was still occupied. I was trying to think of a way to explain the $10,000 charge to our room when the cabbie pulled up in front of the casino. All I could do was hope my wife was winning, and that she hadn’t been back to the room or I would have a whole lot more to explain than just the ten grand!

I slipped the cabbie a grand and headed into the casino dropping the Glock in the trash just outside. On my way back to the room I passed the Roulette table and I figured, what the fuck?

“One thousand on 35 black and a thousand on 19 red.” I said dropping the last 2 grand I had on the table. I watched in an almost hypnotic trance exhausted from my trials but relieved at the same time and still wondering how to construct a reasonable explanation to Chris, when I heard the croupier yell 35 black!

“Holy shit!” I screamed “I won, I fucking won! 35 grand! Holy shit!”

I threw the croupier a grand tip and headed up to the desk to pay off my loan before dashing up to the room. Suddenly my luck had changed and as long as I got to the room before Chris did I wouldn’t have to come up with any lame story. By time I got up to the room it was 4AM and Chris wasn’t there. I quickly got undressed brushed my teeth and jumped into bed. No sooner was I under the covers than Chris walked in. I pretended as though she had awakened me, and in my sleepiest sounding voice I asked, “How did you do?”

“Ah, I guess I just about broke even.” She said.

As she washed and got ready for bed I debated whether or not I should tell her about the 20 grand I had won. I figured I’d better keep that my little secret as she climbed into bed and rattled the cuffs that still hung from the headboard. Shit! I had forgotten about that.

“What are these?” she asked.

“Oh those, uh, well. Those are a little surprise I had planned for you.”

“Really?” she asked in a skeptable tone. She had this way of always being able to tell when I was lying, so I had to think fast.

I jumped out of bed grabbed the key for the cuffs from my pants and the twenty grand from the dresser drawer. I ripped off the covers, threw the twenty grand on the bed then jumped on top of Chris straddling her waist. “I won!” I screamed “20 grand!”

“You won?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes I did, but you my dear are the only prize I care about.” I said as I cuffed her hands to the headboard.

“Oh yes, baby! Yes!” she giggled, happy to submit to her winner.

We kissed deeply and my mouth eagerly found all of her erogenous zones. I hungrily sucked her golden honey as she squirmed in her restraints until she was as eager for release as I was. And I was eager especially after the way Lisa left me. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me toward her as I guided my aching member into her silken depths and in long slow strokes proceeded to pleasure her while I thought about how lucky I really was! I quickened my thrusts building toward the inevitable, while Chris bucked wildly beneath me. I felt her pussy spasm her hot honey gushing against my member was too much for me. I erupted inside of her, streams of my hot fluids filling her up inside and washing out of her slit. I collapsed against her and sighed deeply. My release complete, carried more than my desire, but my relief as well.

It was a week since we returned from Vegas and we invited all our family and friends for a barbecue to celebrate our good fortune. I couldn’t believe how my luck had changed! All my life I hated gambling, mainly because I always lost, but I had to admit winning felt good! More amazing still was how I was able to avoid what could have been a disastrous confrontation with Chris that might have spelled the end for our marriage! I would have gnawed through my wrists to get out of those cuffs if I had to just to keep Chris from finding out about my infidelity!

Now that it was dark we had everyone gathered around our brand new large screen plasma TV and we were playing the video from our vacation. We had been so busy spending our winnings and getting ready for this celebration that we didn’t have time to watch it our selves. There was Chris in front of the Belagio with the fountain show in the background. Then there was a view of the strip at night and me in the gondola at the Venetian singing. Suddenly, there I was, cuffed to the bed, blindfolded and gagged when Lisa came over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks for the ride John. You were a good sport.” I heard her say. The stares from everyone in the room felt like daggers in my heart, and the look in Chris’s eyes hurt worst of all.