Our online relationship had begun 15 months earlier in a Yahoo BDSM room, before Yahoo had done away with the user rooms for good. Christie was a mother of two and married to a man named William who, by all accounts, seemed like a nice and genuine man and a wonderful father. Married for nearly 8 years, they had a comfortable, suburban lifestyle in a sophisticated, upper-class neighborhood. She said that her husband loved her, and by most material measures she was quite happy and content.

Except for the hunger she felt deep inside, that is.

Her yearning had started a couple years earlier, where she found herself being stirred by thoughts of submission. Maybe it had been the daily rigors of her double-life: the pressures brought on by her sales executive job, or the tensions caused by trying to raise two children and maintain a family while also juggling a career. But whatever it was that caused her to stir within, she found herself searching for – she wasn’t sure at first – something that could help her escape. Something that would allow her to crawl deep inside herself, where she could give up control. She hungered for a way to give herself up. Completely.

We chatted for months, and once our trust and respect for one another had been established, we decided to meet in person and take our relationship to the next level. Both of us were attached and so we required absolute discretion, which it turned out, was one of the most attractive parts of our meeting. We would explore each other together – push through our respective limits – then go home and water our suburban lawns. We would meet and slake our hunger, then return to our comfortable, middle class lives. It was irresistible.

The room was on the 27th floor and offered a full panoramic view of Denver’s Front Range. With two layers of curtains covering the large-paned windows, I pulled the outer curtains completely open and left the white, laced underside closed; it afforded us a nice view of the mountains but, if anyone were to look into the window from across the city, they would only see our silhouettes. I had scattered tea candles across the room and turned off the lights, giving the room a dull orange glow; I stared at myself in the full-length mirror alongside the bed while I poured 2 glasses of champagne. When I heard a knock at the door, I knew we were ready.

“Come in – it’s open,” I said.

Christie opened the door quietly, looking like a puppy that had been caught in a sudden rainstorm. She was shorter than I had thought she would be, but the tight black cocktail dress hugged her athletic body. Her blonde hair was hanging down across her bared shoulders, and her blue eyes crinkled at the corners when they met mine. “I can’t believe I’m actually here,” she said as she tossed her purse on the chair.

Walking towards her, I handed her a chilled glass of champagne. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Christie,” I said. “You look exactly like I pictured you would.” I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, then we toasted.

“To our journey,” I said.

She put the glass to her lips, sipped, and said: “To our journey.”

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

“Very much so,” she nodded.

I took a sip of champagne, then said: “You know, it’s not too late, if you like. We can drink our champagne – just two friends meeting for a drink – then both go home to our lives. No harm at all. They wouldn’t have even missed us.”

She held the glass in her hand; she looked confused. “Is that what you want?” she asked.

“No. I want you.” I replied. “I want you in all ways, like we’ve talked about. But like we’ve established: trust is earned, not given. I want you – but only if you want to give.” My voice sounded soft yet deep, comforting and in control.

She nodded. I could tell she was nervous.

“Perfect,” I said. “Then the rules we set will hold. You have my word on it. Do you remember what they were?”

“I do,” she said.

“Please tell me,” I said as I set my glass down onto the end table.

“I’m to do as you ask, in all ways. If you ask me what I really want, I’m to tell you. Complete honesty. You’ll respect whatever I ask, although you’ll push me in areas you think I want to explore,” she said.

“You’ve got a very good memory,” I said. “And what’s the final thing?”

“Our code word,” she said.

“Which is?” I asked.

“Stop. It’s simple. If I’ve reached my limit, I just say ‘stop.’” she said.

“It’s that simple,” I replied.

“Is it really?” she asked, obviously intrigued. I could see the hunger in her eyes.

“It really is.” I said. “So did you do as I asked, Christie?” I turned and faced the large, comfortable chair in the corner, walked over to it, pulled it towards the middle of the room, then sat down.

“I did,” Christie said.

“Please show me,” I said. I sat with my arms resting on the padded armrests, my feet firmly on the floor. Christie watched me get comfortable, then reached up to the spaghetti strap on her right shoulder. She pulled the strap down off her shoulder, then reached up and did the same to the left one. She walked over to me and turned around, exposing the zipper of her dress; I took the zipper and pulled it down towards her waist. The “zzzzzzipppppp” was the only thing we could hear as she turned around and faced me. Staring directly into my eyes, she grabbed the top of her black dress – just above her breasts – and pulled it down across the front of her body; she let it settle around her ankles and then stepped out of it.

Christie stood before me naked except for a white, mesh thong.

Her breasts were small and firm, and the anticipation had caused her pink nipples to grow and excite. They jutted out juicy and firm, betraying the nervousness I heard in her breath. I could see a small vertical patch of white pubic hair underneath her mesh front.

“Christie…you look absolutely ravishing, my dear. So beautiful,” I said. I felt the initial rush of erection push against the zipper of my black pants.

“I trimmed it, exactly as you said,” she said, looking down at the small patch of hair between her legs.

“Show me then,” I asked.

Christie sat down on the corner of the long ottoman at the foot of the bed, three feet in front of my chair. She pushed her knees apart, balancing her legs atop black, stiletto heels, then put her hands flat onto the lower part of her belly. Pushing her hands down over the top of the mesh panty, she grabbed the right side and pulled it open. Her beautiful pussy lips jumped out from underneath the constraints of her panties, and when her hand brushed them they opened slightly, revealing her glistening wetness.

“Mmm, yes, I see,” I said, watching her hands touch herself. “You’ve shaved it into a small patch, just like I like. Thank you, my dear.”

She smiled, almost embarrassedly, then began rubbing the front of her pussy.

“Well, since you’ve been so good already, you’re ready for your first reward, hmm?” I said. “Why don’t you take those panties off and come over here?” I asked.

Christie looked at me lovingly, stood, then stepped out of her white thong. It dangled around her right foot and as she crouched to pull it off, I interrupted:

“Leave it. I like it there,” I said. “Come here.”

In three short steps Christie stood before, her naked body hard and delicious. I studied her up and down, stopping on her beautiful pussy, the way her lips parted and pushed down towards her feet. The small blonde patch, an inch long tuft that moved up towards her belly, frame her lips and gave her an inviting, lustful look.

I slid off the chair and sat on the floor, my face even with her pussy lips.

“Now take this leg and put it up on the chair, baby,” I said.

Christie’s eyes looked crazed as she stared down onto me. She looked like she couldn’t believe I was about to suck her. “Was this really happening?” she seemed to be asking. Then, she obediently took her right foot and put it up, over my head to the left, and set it up on the chair’s seat. She now stood open before me, her soft, moist pussy just inches from lips.

In three short steps Christie stood before me, her naked body hard and delicious. I studied her up and down, stopping on her beautiful pussy, the way her lips parted and slipped down towards her feet. The small blonde patch, an inch long tuft that moved up towards her belly, framed her lips and gave her an inviting, lustful look.

I slid off the chair and sat on the floor, my face even with her pussy lips.

“Now take this leg and put it up on the chair, baby,” I said.

Christie’s eyes looked crazed as she stared down onto me. She looked like she couldn’t believe I was about to suck her. “Was this really happening?” she seemed to be asking. Then, she obediently took her right foot and put it up, over my head to the left, and set it up on the chair’s seat. She now stood open before me, her soft, moist pussy just inches from lips.

I tilted my head back and up towards her, like I was waiting for her to feed me. Christie watched me invite her, my lips slightly parted, then pushed her hips towards my face. I extended my tongue straight out and touched it to the moist tip of her clittie, and when my tip hit her flesh her knees buckled a bit, pushing her wet pussy down onto my face. Her lips slid right down onto mine, and her moisture gushed down the sides of my mouth as she pushed herself down.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” she moaned, while throwing her back up towards the ceiling.

Reaching my hands up between her legs, I wrapped them around her cheeks and pulled her in towards me. Her beautiful cunt pressed hard against my face, smearing my lips with her delicious nectar. I moved my mouth against her sideways, back and forth, and she began to grind her hips hard into my face. Without warning, I extended my tongue all the way out and then pushed it through her swollen, meaty lips; I slid myself all the way inside her, stopping only when my nose nuzzled up against her tight clittie.

Christie’s hands grabbed my hair now, and her moan was a gutteral “fuckkkkkkk”. She fucked my face, pummeling me with abandon. I could feel my tongue slide in and out of her with each of her bucks, until I pushed myself all the way in again and held it. Christie tried to pull out but I held her tight with my arms, preventing her from fucking against my tongue. She threw her head down towards me, her hair tossing forward and over her shoulders. She stared at me through the strands of her hair; she looked like a lust-filled animal.

With my tongue all the way inside her, I stared deep into her azure blue eyes. Slowly, I began to curl the tip of my tongue, and as it curled it rubbed against the front of her inner fleshy ridges, those soft petals that were reserved for only the tenderest of touches. As I moved my tongue up and down over her G-spot ridges, she again threw her head back and again fucked my face. I felt her pace quicken against me as I pushed up and down against her inner cunt wall, and then quickly, with her hands full of my hair, I felt her pussy quiver around my tongue; I felt her delicious, juicy release over my lips and my tongue. Her hips thrusted lighter now, and with each time she pressed against me she gushed more, like a hand that was pressing against a soft, wet sponge. Her beautiful pussy fed me her juices again and again, and I felt her hot wetness dribbling down my cheeks and over my neck. As her body stopped twitching, I pulled my tongue out of her, then gently pressed my lips to hers. I looked up at her bright red face and smiled, pleased at her total submission to my will.

“Thank you, my sweet, you were a very good girl. Thank you for cumming on my face,” I smiled.

She nodded, her breathing still too heavy for her to respond.

“You can see how ready I am for you, can’t you?” I asked, then looked down towards my hard, hairless shaft.

Christie nodded, still panting.

“Very good then, my dear. Now I have other plans for you. Switch places with me, won’t you?” I asked.

Without saying a word, Christie gathered her hair and threw it over her head. As I stood up and turned around, she knelt in front of the chair, facing me. Her face hovered inches away from my dark, hard cock, and as she stared at it hungrily I took its full length in my hand and gripped it. “I think it’s time we fed you, don’t you?” I asked.

Christie’s eyes stared up into mine, then she looked back down and gave me a quick smile. She nodded, then put her hands behind her back and waited.

I lowered my voice to a whisper as I stepped forward. “Christie, now I want you to take me in your mouth – BUT – there are a few rules. One, you’re not allowed to use your hands at all; you can only use your mouth and face to please me. You must keep your hands behind your back. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, of course.” Christie said. “As you wish.”

“Very good. The second rule is that you’re to do exactly as I say, without hesitation. When I say I want you to do something, you’ll do it. Good?” I said.

Christie nodded her head.

“The third thing I want to say is that, if you’re a good girl, I’ll reward you by filling you, as you’ve wanted. But only if you’ve done as told, to my satisfaction. Blink your eyes twice if you understand.”

She blinked once, then twice, then tilted her head up towards me. She smiled as her eyes locked onto mine.

“Very good, my dear. We understand each other.” I put my hands behind my back and stepped forward, so my hard cock stood an inch from her lovely lips. I looked down at Christie and smiled. “Baby…touch the tip of your tongue to my head. Swirl it around the tip and taste my excitement.”

Christie nearly jumped at my cock. She extended her tongue tip and touch it directly to my cum hole, and when she did a drop of pre-cum transferred to her tip. She swirled the salty sweetness around my head once…twice…..then a third time, finally finishing with her tip hooking around my cock’s crown, the small “v” underneath my head.

“Mmmm, baby. Lovely. Tell me: how do I taste?” I asked.

“Delicious, Sir. May I have more?” Christie asked. She licked her lips and smeared my pre-cum across them.

“Of course, dear. Open your mouth and swallow my shaft. Take me in your mouth.”

She immediately opened her mouth and pushed her face onto me, taking as much of my shaft into her mouth as she could. Closing her eyes as she pushed down onto me, she began thrusting her face onto my shaft, in and out, slowly but deliberately. I looked down to watch her swallow me, again and again. She pushed her head down as far as she could then, with me fully inside her mouth, looked up into my eyes; she smiled with her eyes as she slid her tongue under my shaft.

“You’re a lovely cocksucker, baby,” I moaned to her.

Christie said nothing, just continued to devour my shaft. Her head was pumping onto me now; she had established a slow, steady rhythm.

I gently put my hand on top of her head and said: “Stop. Let me look at you.”

She immediately stopped thrusting and held my shaft between her lips, looking up at me. She awaited further instructions.

“Now – remove your lips from the shaft, dear. Just hold me in your teeth. I want to see your teeth against my cock, like you’re going to bite me.” I said. “But you won’t bite me, will you baby? We trust each other.”

Christie removed her lips from my shaft and bared her teeth, gently surrounding my shaft. Her gorgeous blue eyes looked up at me as she held me in her teeth.

“Very good baby….now take your tongue tip and touch it to my hole, very gently.” I said.

While holding me in her teeth, Christie touch her tongue tip to my cum hole and swirled it across my tip.

“Mmmm….oh yes, baby. You’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to fill you up.” I moaned.

Christie closed her eyes and held me in her teeth, continuing to swirl her tongue around my crown.

I stepped back and pulled my cock out of her mouth, then held it firmly in my fist. I pulled my shaft up and flat towards my belly, exposing my smooth balls. I spread my legs slightly and said: “Kiss my balls, baby. Take each one of them – GENTLY – onto your lips.”

I held my shaft up and out of her way, while Christie leaned and gently kissed my right ball….then my left. She let out a soft, barely-audible moan as her lips caressed my smooth skin, and she gently nibbled both of my full balls. Her tongue snuck out and moved downward across the hard, smooth muscle that ran from the bottom of my sack towards my ass; and she began gently nibbling back and forth across the hard ridge.

“Ohhhhhhh, yes baby…good girl,” I mumbled, my voice still whispered.

I pushed my shaft straight down and out now, then gently guided her chin back up towards my cock. “Eat it baby,” I moaned as she swallowed me yet again. The warmth of her lips around me caused my balls to tighten, preparing them to release the load she’d been coaxing from me. She pumped her face again and again onto me, and when she did so she drooled onto her lips. I could hear her slurp hungrily with each swallow.

“I think you’re ready for me, don’t you baby?” I asked, putting my hand on her head and stopping her. I leaned back and let my glistening cock plop out of her mouth; it dangled there in front of her, a thin line of saliva stringing from her lips to my cockhead.

“Yes, Sir – I’ve been a very good girl. I’d like you inside me.” Christie moaned.

I reached down and lifted her by her arms, then led her over to the bed. I faced her towards the bed then, while holding her shoulders, leaned her down until her breasts lay down onto the bed. She stood with her knees far apart, bent over and leaning onto the bed. As if out of instinct, Christie reached back and grabbed her cheeks, opening them for me, exposing both of her willing holes.

I stepped forward with my still-glistening shaft in my hand, then released it and let its length settle between her cheeks. It fell flat and wet against her cheeks with a soft “slap”. I put my hands on her hands and pushed lightly, gently pinning her down onto the bed. She arched her back and offered up both holes to me.

“Which hole shall I have, baby? It’s your choice,” I asked as I pressed her into the bed.

“Whichever hole You want, Sir. They’re Yours to take….all, just for You.” Christie moaned as the bedsheets muffled her voice.

I held my glistening shaft in my hand and rubbed it up and down the soft, fleshy ridge between Christie’s two beautiful holes. As my head slid up and down her moist holes, she moaned underneath me. I stopped at her ass – her beautiful backside pucker – and felt her catch her breath, and when I heard her gasp I knew what I wanted.

Gently, I settled my swollen head at her ass then paused; I put my hands on her hips. I felt her hold her breath as my hands touched her hips, and rather than move forward I simply stayed there, waiting for her next move. She seemed to sense this and she paused, grabbed the sheets hard with both hands, then slowly backed her cheeks onto my hard, shining shaft.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned as she slide straight back onto my cock. Her beautiful ass ate me completely as her hips moved backward, and when her cheeks met my balls she stopped. I sat, fully pushed inside her ass, feeling her tightness envelope me.

“You’re a very good girl, baby,” I moaned, as I began to push in and pull out of her. I moved easily through her, almost like a backside pussy, and with every gentle thrust she accepted me willingly, hungrily. She ate every inch of me, time and time again, and I marveled at how different it was to be in her ass than her pussy: there were no muscles inside to grip me and as I pushed through her opening I moved freely inside her. It was exquisite.

“Nnnnngh,” she moaned as she accepted me, her beautifully white ass up, her knees spread wide. Her right hand snuck back underneath her legs, and she began massaging her soaked pussy as I continued fucking her beautiful ass.
“My god, you look so beautiful, baby,” I moaned, and she could only moan and bury two fingers into her moist cunt. As her pace picked up mine did also, and as I felt my balls tighten I knew I was near.

Whispering softly as I continued fucking her, I said: “Baby….are you ready for me to fill you up?” My hips slapped her ass cheeks again and again.

“Oh yessssss, Sir….please fill me.” Her voice was low and baritone, like she had been completely transformed. She had buried three fingers inside her wet box, all up to the last knuckle.

I pushed in again…and again…and then, finally, one last time. I grabbed her hips firmly while I pushed in; and with one final thrust I spuuuuurted my hot seed deep inside her. I felt the first shot splatter as it met her womb, and as it did her fingers caused her to orgasm as well. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssssssssss,” she moaned while wave after wave of orgasm burned through her. My hard cock spit load after load into her hot ass, emptying my seed deep into her. As I emptied myself into her, I felt her body drink me in, release after release….after release.

I leaned back, my cock still buried in her ass. She was marked…owned….branded. She was mine, completely, drunk with my seed.

We laid together for an hour, wrapping ourselves in the musky scent of each other’s sex. Together we were owned, and we felt complete. As we cleaned and dressed, we prepared to reenter our two, very separate, lives and yet we knew that we had shared something so intimate – so intensely erotic – that we would never be the same again. As we kissed at the hotel room door, we stood forever changed. And we both knew that we would, one day, take another path down the road of submission.

I should tell you about my wife, Am ber. She’s 23 years old (same as me – we got married at 16), a wonderful tiny 5ft 1 of sheer sex. I don’t mean to boast but she really is stunning. She has her brown hair in a ‘bob’ style, has an innocent looking face with big, brown eyes, 36d tits which look absolutely huge on her small frame and a lovely pair of legs. What I am about to relate took place when we were both 20 years old.

About 3 years ago, our ‘multiple fuck’ fantasies began to evolve further and get really nasty. My wife would talk like the sluttiest whore, telling me how she wanted other men to fuck her at the same time – the more the better. After a while, she got even nastier, saying how she wanted the men to be black and for at least three of them to fuck her ass, mouth and cunt at the same time before each in turn ramming their massive cocks into her tight cunt and shooting their spunk deep inside her.

Our fucking sessions always ended up on this fantasy with Amber coming hard, her cunt milking the spunk from my cock and into the rubber (we had decided to hold on before starting a family and the pill ‘doesn’t agree’ with Amber so I had to use a rubber each time). This nasty, slutty talk from my usually demure wife always made me completely empty my balls.

One evening we had both gone out to a nightclub in a nearby town. I had been hard all night just looking at my wife. She had dressed differently and had heavier (sluttier) make up on. Black high heels, stockings, a low cut front showing most of her big tits and thick, bright pink lipstick. When I had first seen her earlier in the evening I had been surprised to say the least, but thought I’d keep quiet as though nothing was different and see what her game was. I also thought she looked really hot dressed that way and had no inclination to spoil the view!

It was about 1am and we had both drank quite a bit. Amber and I had danced a few times during the night but I was too far gone to want to anymore. She asked if I would mind her going and dancing alone for a while and I had no objections. I watched her stand up, reach down to her handbag on the floor (which caused her mini skirt to ride up showing her bare ass) and retrieve her cigarettes and lighter. She looked around and so did I.

I noticed three black guys had all taken in an eyeful as she had bent over and were grinning at us. Amber noticed them also, and in the sluttiest style possible, she put her cigarette to her lips, flicked her lighter and sucked hard, drawing her cheeks in hollow. She inhaled deeply, her big tits rising and her hard nipples straining at the material. Still keeping eye contact with the guys, she raised her head slightly and exhaled a huge plume of smoke toward the ceiling before turning to me, giving me a sly grin and heading off to the dance floor.

I was hard as a rock after watching my wife’s slutty show (I always did have a fetish for watching women smoke) and after regaining my composure a little, I glanced from the corner of my eye at the black guys. I saw one of them also going out to the dance floor. At this point I started to get a little worried.  The fantasy was great but I realised at that time that I didn’t want to see my wife actually fucking other guys. I nervously sipped at my drink and scanned the dance floor to see if I could find out what was happening.

It took me a few seconds to spot them – and could hardly believe my eyes. There in the middle of all the dancers was my usually shy, innocent looking wife dancing with this strange black man who was at least a foot taller than her. They were *close* his bulge pushing against her tummy and her semi-straddling his leg and grinding her cunt against him like a bitch on heat. She looked over and caught me staring.

She just looked at me, took another deep drag from her cigarette and exhaled right into my direction. She then grinned and continued her dance. I couldn’t believe how she was acting but soon I was even further outraged as she stretched her face up to the black guy, who lowered his a little and before long they were openly french kissing hard for everyone to see.

I was about to stand up and storm over when I suddenly realised one of the other black guys had made his way over to them. He stood behind my wife as she kissed the black stranger and reached round her to get as much of her big tits in his hands as possible. Amber’s legs wobbled a bit and her mouth dropped open wide. I’m sure I could hear her moan over the loud music!

My wife placed her cigarette in her mouth and arched back. Her top half was back towards the black guy groping her tits and her bottom half pushed out to grind her cunt up and down the other guy’s leg. I watched her move one hand round behind until she was squeezing the cock on the guy behind and then did the same with the other. I was completely stunned at this point.

It was also at this point that I noticed I was incredibly hard! Here I was, watching my wife, the woman I loved, standing in the middle of a crowded dance floor, cigarette between her lips, tits being groped buy a black guy, rubbing her bare cunt up and down another black guy’s leg and squeezing a covered black cock with each hand! She looked like a complete slut and I loved it! The black guy she was rubbing against reached forward and helped his friend maul her tits. I carried on watching them for a few minutes, seeing my wife getting hotter and hotter.

By now Amber was humping and grinding her cunt *hard* against one guy and forcing her tits out harder against their big, groping hands in between taking deep drags from the cigarette she left between her slutty pink lips. Her little hands had managed to open both their zippers and were tucked inside, playing with their cocks.

The guy behind her whispered something into her ear and she laughed. After a few seconds she straightened up and turned to face me. I looked on at her and was shocked at what I saw. My shy, innocent wife stood there, one hand on her hip, in her high heels, stockings (which had run in a few places), and a top which was hanging far more to one side than the other with her big, hard nipples extremely prominent! Her short skirt was creased and had been pushed up around her waist partly, exposing some of her glistening, cunt.

A jolt ran to my cock as I realised her cunt was bald! I’d asked her to do this on numerous occasions but she’d always refused. I raised my sight higher and looked at her face. Her cute, innocent look had gone and been entirely replaced by something I’d never seen in her before. Sure, all her features were the same but somehow they didn’t seem to belong to the demure wife I loved – they belonged to a slut. Her bobbed hair was ruffled and she still had the cigarette dangling from her (slightly smeared) pink lipsticked lips. Her eyes were teasing and humiliating at the same time and she was slyly grinning at me.

We kept eye contact for a few seconds and in that time I realised that the bitch needed it badly. I realised that the complete slut in my wife had been released and, excited as I was now, I couldn’t wait to see what happened.  I just hoped that she was in control enough to remember she wasn’t on the pill. Still looking into each others’ eyes, she took a drag from her cigarette, took it from her mouth, dropped it and ground it out with her high high heel then exhaled right at me.

Suddenly she broke eye contact with me, turned and walked to the men’s toilet, guiding the men with her by their cocks. Mine were not the only eyes to watch the slut ooze sheer sex across the club. A few people followed them, men and women, obviously wanting to watch this trashy white slut performing with these big black guys. I tagged along and into the toilets.

Inside the toilets was like a different world to the dance floor. The stark, fluorescent lighting glared from the graffiti covered white tiling. The place reeked of piss and (like a lot of men’s toilets) the floor was about 1/2 centimetre deep in it. There were two cubicles, one long urinal and three washbasins with mirrors. There were about 7 of us in there: myself, my whore of a wife, the two black guys from earlier, a man and girl who were obviously a couple and a girl who was black. As I took in my surroundings the third black guy arrived and locked the toilet door behind him before moving up to be with his friends by Amber.

As I watched, my wife caught my eye and grinned again, then sat between two washbasins with her skirt up around her waist, legs spread as wide as she could and her sloppy, puffy cunt on show. She giggled and groped at one of her tits hard through her top. Her other hand went between her legs and she immediately rammed three fingers right up herself. Amber moaned and began finger fucking herself hard.

The rest of us just watched her for a few minutes. From what I saw, I was not the only one getting off on watching this trashy, white slut abusing herself in front of these complete strangers (except me of course!). The couple, she was about 19, redhead, medium sized tits with conservative make up and clothing on. She looked as though she could be dressed for the supermarket rather than a nightclub and she looked sooooo naive. He looked younger, probably about 18 and ‘wholesome’ also. They were trying hard to conceal their arousal. She was staring intently at my wife and slowly licking her lips.

Her hand was absently groping gently around her own cunt and she got hotter and wetter watching my slutty wife being nasty. Her boyfriend had his hands in his pockets and was quite obviously playing with his prick. The two black guys and their black friend all had their cocks out and they were huge! At least 12″ on each of them and easily thick as my wife’s wrist! It made me feel my own 8″ was completely inadequate. They were rubbing their cocks and watching my wife, getting harder and harder until they were all three hard and huge!

I heard my wife groan as she continued abusing herself to her audience of strangers and saw she was looking right at the three black men wanking themselves near her. A little to the side by the cubicles was the black girl.  She looked about 25 and *very* elegant. She was about 5ft 8″, black shiny spike heels, black sheer stockings with a skirt that came down on to the long side of short.

She had a cutoff top and a black leather jacket over it. Her tits must have been 38dd and were obviously bra-less as her huge, hard nipples strained to poke their way through. She had wonderful pouting lips with deep, deep purple lipstick, and high model-like cheeks. Her eyes were almond shaped and deep brown with long black lashes and her hair was straight and combed down to just above her shoulder, curling inwards. The sight of this hot black girl was enough to make me forget the reason we were all in here – but not for long!

As I watched, the black girl groaned, hiked up her skirt and began to frantically finger her clit. She leaned back until she was sort of squat against one of the cubicle doors and frigged her hot,wet cunt as she watched my wife.

I turned back to watch Amber, my own cock out in my hand. She looked straight into my eyes and began to cum. She was shuddering and moaning – and swearing worse than dirtiest hooker I’d ever heard.

Her dirty talk really turned me on even more. Her fingers blurred a while as she finger fucked herself hard and fast, her cunt making a loud sloshing noise nearly as loud as her moaning and obscenities. Finally she finished and, still looking me straight in the eye, asked, “Ok, who’s first?”

It was at that moment that I realised my wife was indeed going to actually fuck someone else – and this time my cock reared up even harder at the prospect. The first black guy immediately stood between her legs and positioned his cock right at her sloppy cunt. She was at the perfect level for him because of the height of the washbasins.

“You ready, bitch?” he asked.

My wife just groaned before humping her hips outwards obscenely, trying to get that big, black cock up inside.

“Fuck me! Fuck my slutty cunt with your big black cock! Fuck it all the way up me and don’t stop until your balls are banging against my ass!” she yelled, looking me right in the eye.

The black guy did as she asked and rammed about 3/4 of his prick right up my tiny wife’s soaking twat. Still keeping eye contact with me, she yelled:

“All of it you fucker! All of your black cock up my trashy, white-slut cunt!

I’m a dirty bitch that needs a good hard fucking! So fuck me!”

I managed to tear my eyes away from my wife getting profoundly screwed by this big black guy and looked around the toilet again. The young couple were now openly masturbating. He had his cock out and was wanking like crazy and she had hiked up her skirt, plunged her hands into her white cotton knickers and was frigging herself slowly.

As I watched this naive looking redhead I noticed her occasionally sneaking looks at the others in the room, even her boyfriend.  From the look on her face, it seemed as though this time was the first that anything like this had happened to her. It seemed as though this could even be her first time at seeing another cunt or a cock – even her boyfriend’s – close up. As she looked around, she turned behind herself to see me and caught me wanking myself and watching her. She just gave me a cute little shy smile and giggled, looking away and back to my wife and the black guy.

I also looked over to my wife and saw she was now clinging to the black guy with her legs locked around his back and her arms around his neck while he fucked her cunt hard and deep. She was kissing him lewdly and deeply – stretching her tongue out far then finding his mouth and shoving it in, frenching him deep. She broke the kisses now and again to moan things like how good his big, black cock felt right up her slutty cunt and how much of a white trash slag she was. She kept urging him on harder and faster yelling all types of obscenities.

“Come on, harder! Fuck your black cock right up into my womb! Make me yell!” she begged the black stranger. With her mention of her womb, I remembered she was not on the pill. Here was my new-slut wife, clinging onto a black stranger who was fucking her cunt to splitting point, surrounded by other strangers and me, in a smelly, pissy men’s room. The fact that she was in such surroundings only heightened my arousal. It made her seem even sluttier. I wanted things to continue but I didn’t want to risk her getting pregnant so I made a move.

“Amber, hold on a second. Let me get some rubbers from the machine then you can carry on.” I said above the noise.

Everyone froze and turned to look at me as I gesticulated to the condom machine in the corner.

“‘Amber’ – is that your name, bitch?” asked the first black guy.

“Yeah. But you can call me slut. And I don’t want to know any of your names” she replied ” I just want you all to use me like the slut I am.”

She turned her head to face me again and looked me in the eyes. Again, my wife’s eyes were teasing and humiliating.

“Amber, if you don’t use rubbers, you don’t carry on” I said slowly.

“Honey, fuck you!” she spat, and humped herself against the black guy again.

Everyone in the roomed laughed at me – even the naive looking young redhead who gave me another cute look and giggled in the most heartbreakingly sweet way.

Amber looked to everyone in the room and asked them all to ‘keep it on heat’ for a while because she wanted to get to play with them all. Everyone laughed and smiled good naturedly, except me. I just couldn’t believe my wife was knowingly taking the risk of unprotected sex with a stranger, especially when she was using no birth control. My thoughts were racing but I did believe that she would get him to pull out before he came inside her.

Everyone in the room except my wife and the black stranger fucking her unprotected cunt was rubbing themselves. The beautiful black bitch against the cubicle door was now squat low with four fingers pistoning in and out of her shaven cunt. She was dripping juice into the pissy pool covering the floor and alternately watching my wife getting the fucking of her life, and throwing her head back, moaning loudly with those beautiful, big pouty lips open wide.

The young naive looking redhead looked even more now like she was very inexperienced – she had one finger up herself, her white cotton knickers around her ankles, soaking in the mixture of piss and water on the floor, and was fingering herself in a clumsy fashion. Still, she was obviously getting a lot out of it if her soft moaning was anything to go by. Her boyfriend was still jacking off like crazy at the sight of my wife acting slutty.

The two other black guys were rubbing their huge, black cocks pretty slowly, making sure they would be ready to go when my whore wife told them to. I too was very slowly rubbing my own throbbing hardness. I knew that if I went any faster I’d shoot everywhere. I decided that as I thought I could trust my wife not to let him cum in her, I may as well enjoy it.

I watched as the black guy’s cock was rammed into my tiny wife’s body. Right up to the top of her cunt and against her womb. The lips of her twat were stretched thin by the width of his huge ebony pole and were rolled in and out as he thrust in and out of her. I loved the sight! Her fucked my slut wife for a couple of minutes like this with her getting more and more turned on.  Her juice was dripping out and into the pool of piss on the floor in little splashes. She was moaning and begging at him to fuck her harder and faster, yelling obscenities at him and everyone else in the room.

“You, bitch!” she yelled to the naive looking redhead – “Get three fingers up yourself and fuck that tight cunt of yours!”

The girl blushed but obeyed my wife. It was definitely hard for her to get her three fingers up herself but she finally managed it and began pumping herself. She threw her head back and moaned, fingering herself harder. The black slut had seen this and frigged herself a little harder.

Suddenly all our attention was back to my wife and the black stranger as she shouted: “FUCK! YES! I’M GONNA CUM! SCREW ME! FUCK ME HARD! SHOVE YOUR BIG BLACK PRICK RIGHT UP MY FUCKING TWAT! USE ME LIKE A WHORE! THAT’S WHAT I AM! AAAAAH!”

We all watched as she went into a frenzied orgasm, clutching herself hard against the black stranger screwing her stretched twat. She had her legs crossed behind his back and her arms tight around his neck. He held her weight as he screwed her and she humped and ground herself against his huge black cock. Someone (or some people) were banging on the toilet door, but everyone just ignored them – we were all too interested in the slut showing off in front of us.

“Hey, bitch! I’m gonna cum. You want me out?” he suddenly asked. I assumed Amber would have him cum on her tits or something. I assumed wrong.

My wife looked over at me, right in the eyes and yelled: “Don’t you dare! Fuck me harder! Cum up my cunt! I’m not on the pill so come on, knock this white slut up!” she begged, still staring at me. Everyone in the room gave an audible moan upon hearing her talk like this!

He was jerking harder now, his face starting to contort. Although I was appalled at my slut wife begging this black stranger to knock her up with his black bastard, I was also extremely turned on at her behaviour. I wanted to see this white-trash slut in front of me get what was coming to her (no pun intended!). The thought of the slut getting knocked up by the big cocked black stranger in front of all these other strangers only added to the thrill.  I felt my cock twitch and only just managed to keep control. I looked down to see some white cum oozing from my cock. Amber also noticed this and laughed at me, humping harder at her black stud.

“Where d’ya want it, slut?!” he yelled.

Her eyes widened as she carried on staring at me, conveying her sheer wanton lust by the action.

“Up my fucking cunt! Don’t pull out! I’m a dirty white slut that needs a good screwing! Fuck it right up me and spunk into my womb! Knock this white slut up with your black baby! I want to be a momma!”

There was more banging on the toilet door and it sounded like the people outside were cheering. My wife was loud enough for them to hear!

The black guy groaned loudly and rammed himself as far as possible up my wife’s unprotected cunt. She squealed and ground herself against him. He was jerking and very obviously coming hard right up inside my slut wife’s sloppy cunt. The feeling of him filling her up made her cum hard. She was moaning and begging him to “make sure you get all your spunk up inside me. I want your black baby growing inside my body.” All the time she kept direct eye contact with me, taunting me with her words, her actions, her eyes. Her face was contorted into a look of complete lust.

The sight was way too much for me! My tiny, innocent wife with her newly shaved cunt moaning and begging some black stranger to knock her up in a dirty pissy mens’ room. All the time he was coming she was looking at me and taunting me.

“Look at me, honey! Look at your little wife get knocked up by this big black stranger! Ohhhh, I can feel all his spunk shooting into my womb. I’m definitely going to be pregnant from the amount he’s shot up me! Do you think I’m slutty enough, honey?”

I couldn’t take any more and began shooting my spunk out hard and far without even having my hand on my cock! My wife noticed this. She laughed and pointed at me, making the others in the room turn to look.

I was coming buckets with all eyes on me as my wife took the last of the black stranger’s spunk up her. I was coming so hard that my spunk jetted out and some hit the innocent looking redhead, who was watching me shyly.

“Ohhhhhhhh” she moaned at the feeling of my spunk hitting her and fingered herself harder before the naive, shy look on her face turned to one of intense lust and she orgasmed all over her own hand. I gripped my cock and intentionally directed my spunk at her hand at cunt, splattering both copiously. It matted against her neatly trimmed, dark copper coloured bush and frothed up, mixed with her juices around her cunt lips.

As she frigged my spunk into her cunt and around her clit, the excess of our juices dripped into the pissy mixture covering the floor. Her boyfriend looked shocked and excited at the same time at the sight of his girlfriend coming with a stranger splashing her cunt with spunk. He pounded his own cock faster, grimaced and began shooting everywhere. He quickly turned to the black slut against the cubicle door (he obviously was into her as much as I was!)

The beautiful black slut was having her own orgasm, head back, squat low so her ass was occasionally dipping into the pissy mess on the floor. She had a thumb and three fingers ramming the fuck out of her own cunt and her little finger was wiggling around deep in her asshole. She threw her head back again and moaned through those amazing pouting lips of hers when she noticed the young guy shooting out towards her.

This seemed to make him cum even harder and his jets started landing on her. She had his cum dripping down her tits, over her nipples and onto her stomach. He shot a flood of spunk all over her.  Quite a lot hit the slut’s face and matted her hair together. It was dripping from her nose and chin. She was wildly stretching her tongue around trying to lick up as much as she could.

His girlfriend gave me another amazingly cute smile as we both finished coming. She then turned and saw her boyfriend covering the black girl with his spunk and meekly reached over to his cock and balls. It appeared as though this was the first time she had ever touched a cock in her life, but she soon showed she was a natural! She used one hand to hold his jerking, hard cock and direct his spunk over the black slut. Her other hand was squeezing his balls, urging him to cover the black bitch even more. The black girl spoke for the first time, or shouted, rather:

“Tha’s it, white bitch! Make sure ya little white boyfriend give me it all!” Her voice was silky – incredibly sexy and more than tinged with a Caribbean accent.

The young guy groaned one last time and shot one last jet of spunk right into the black bitch’s eye! She screamed with lust and came all over her own fingers.

I looked again to my wife who was still clung to the black guy. He was slowly still pumping into her even though he’d finished coming. I guess he was making sure that he knocked up my wife. She had a contented look on her face and was purring about how he’d definitely knocked her up. I was pretty upset by the fact but even more aroused at the dirty slut’s actions – even though the dirty slut was my previously demure wife.

Amber loosened her grip on the black stranger and he lowered her back onto the washbasins. He slowly eased his semi-soft cock from my darling wife’s twat. It was slick with the mixture of her cunt juice and his spunk. When he finally pulled the last part out of her, there was an audible, sloppy ‘pop’ sound and a flood of his spunk and her cum dribbled out of my wife’s ravaged, stretched cunt. I examined her cunt. It was stretched *very* wide – much wider than it had ever been in the past. Her cunt lips were loose and hung apart a little now. Before this black guy had fucked her, her cunt had been the tightest I’d ever seen and her cunt lips had always met in the middle, covering her hole.

“Oh dear, honey.” she said in a little girl voice, looking me in the eye.  “Your little Amber seems to have got herself knocked up by this big black stranger. I couldn’t help myself. What will we do?”

She looked amazing sat spread-legged with her gaping cunt on view for all, leaking spunk and her own cum which was dribbling onto the pissy floor. She had a little girl look on her face, and her makeup was all smeared. One of her hands toyed between her messy legs and she held the other to her mouth, her little finger between her lips in a schoolgirl pose. As she batted her eyelids at me, everyone looked at me, saw my prick was hard again and laughed.

“I guess that answers my question, then.” my slut wife exclaimed loudly. She then looked around to all the strangers, grinned, and said:

“Well everyone, I’m glad you all got the chance to see me getting impregnated by this stranger – but who’s next?”

Being 42 and married for a little over a year to a cute
32 year old brunette…I preferred to go home in the
evening.

We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was
anxious to head out the door. It was my wife’s
birthday and she was picking me up from the office.
When my co-workers and I reached the lobby, a few of
them whistled. My wife was standing there blushing, in
a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen
before. She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice
restaurant. Andy, a young partner at the firm, said,
“We always have a drink at the ‘Poison Apple’ after
work…why don’t you two join us before heading off to
dinner?”

Fool that I was, I said “How ’bout it, Jessica?” In a way
that made it clear she should say yes.

“OK…But just one drink, we have reservations in a
little over an hour.” She was a trooper. She knew
that I wanted to be ‘one of the guys’. Besides, one
drink couldn’t hurt.

As we walked over to the club, Jessica whispered in my
ear, “I’ve got plans for you, Mister, so don’t waste my
evening at this bar.” I could tell I was in for a nice
evening. Her dress was short and buttoned all the way
up the front. It was so short in fact, that she had to
hold it down in the light wind. God forbid that she
bend over for something. Her little dress didn’t
cover much.

The “Poison Apple” is a little dance club/bar with
after work regulars and a dance floor for couples.
Like most dance places, it’s rather dark. There was
only one table that would seat all eight of us, a
cramped ‘U’ shaped booth.

To show what a great guy I was, I offered to pay for
the first round. Andy sat Jessica at the head of the
table “since it’s her birthday”. The head of the
table, was the center of the “U”.

I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in
mind. Repeating them, so as not to forget.

The bar tender was slow getting around to me. I
rattled off all seven drinks (proud of myself for
remembering them all). It took a while for him to fill
the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to
the table. All of the guys were making quite a fuss
over Jessica. As I delivered the drinks, I caught some
of the conversation. They were asking her what she did
for a living… a receptionist at a dentist’s office.
What were her hobbies… blah, blah, blah… The music
was loud, but I could make out the gist of the
conversation. She was all smiles. She obviously liked
all of the attention.

As I delivered the last of the drinks, I found a chair
had been placed at the ‘foot’ of the table for me. So
everyone was sitting in the booth but me… which was
understandable, since I had been off getting the
drinks. Andy was sitting next to Jessica and I heard
him asking her “any tattoos?” The whole table chuckled
and I joined-in as Jessica just smiled and blushed.

Jessica excused herself to go to the ladies room. Rather
than clear the way for her, the guys on my right, slid
her out, across their laps.

Once she headed for the rest room the conversation
turned to other things. Sports, new clients at the
office, etc…

I started talking with Jay, to my right. “During the
week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we’ll go to
Big Al’s.” I’d heard of the strip club but had never
been there. “The girls are the best in the
country…great table dances…”, Jay said. The guys
at the other end of the table must have been talking
about the same thing, because I overheard one of them
saying, “Not often you see a girl, wearing’ a garter
belt… much less slide her ass across your lap.”

The conversation hushed a little as Jessica returned.
She waited for them to make way, but to my surprise Jay
took her by the waist and slid her across his lap and
passed her down to her place at the head of the table.
She seemed surprised, but didn’t make any comment. She
just quickly took a drink from her glass. The guys at
the other end of the table resumed their conversation
with her. I couldn’t make out the conversation over
the music, but I could tell that they were teasing her,
because she was giggling a lot. I went back to talking
with Jay.

He was telling me all about Big Al’s. I was looking
forward to a Friday office meeting…so I could tag
along afterwards. While I talked with Jay, I glanced
at Jessica every once in a while to see if she was ready
to go.

The conversation at the other end of the table was a
little quieter now…so they must have stopped teasing
her. She seemed to be more relaxed because she was
leaning back in the booth and seemed to be breathing
deeper. I glanced up again, to see that her eyes
weren’t even open at one point. Her drink must be
getting to her, I suspected.

I decided to let her enjoy it…since it was her
birthday and all. When she opened her eyes and saw
that I was looking at her…she jumped a little and
must have hit Andy because his whole arm shook. She
smiled sheepishly and gulped down the rest of her gin
and tonic.

I smiled at her…she must have almost dosed off and
felt silly about it, I reasoned. Andy offered to pay
for the next round. I said, “It’s up to Jessica…we
have about a half hour, do you want to stay for another
drink.” Jessica sheepishly said, “Sure,” and everyone at
her end of the table laughed and hooted. Andy passed
the money down to me and as I walked away to the bar, I
heard someone saying, “my turn.”

Once again, it took quite a while at the bar, and three
trips to deliver the drinks. I noticed on each trip
that people had changed seats. So it took me a while
to get the right drink to the right person. Finally I
sat back down and resumed my conversation with Jay (who
was still sitting in the same seat…although he kept
looking down at the other end of the table).

Jessica was relaxing again…leaning back in her seat and
seemed to be gripping the edge of the table with both
hands. Cory was leaning towards her and whispering
something in her ear. It was cramped at that end of
the table so Cory was right next to her. He was also
gesturing fervently with his hand under the table, as
if driving home an important point.

Jessica closed her eyes again… as though she was trying
to remember something. The guy next to Andy nudged
him and traded places with him. He seemed to want to
get in on the conversation that Cory and Jessica were
having. He also gestured under the table… apparently
in opposition to Cory. Finally, Jessica gasped rather
loudly…apparently exasperated with their
conversation. She leaned forward and opened her eyes
and took a another deep drink of her Gin and Tonic.

Jay was telling me about some of the group’s wild
evenings at the strip club. A little later when I
looked up. Jessica was leaning over the table and
filling her bowl with peanuts from the basket in the
middle of the table. It was a bit of a reach, so she
was leaning on her elbows as she did it… and it
seemed to take quite a while.

The guys on either side of her where leaning back
behind her… apparently to make room for her. Her
eyes had sort of a glazed look, I wondered if she might
have had too much to drink. She sat back down and the
guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts.

Just a couple of minutes later she was filling her bowl
again and different guys were sitting next to her. I
couldn’t tell for sure, because it was dim, but it
looked like the guys next to her were looking up her
dress. I tried to motion to her, but she seemed
oblivious to the whole thing. ‘Oh well, Let them have
their fun,’ I thought. Just looking isn’t going to
hurt anybody, I guess.

I went to the rest room and when I got back, Cory
offered to pay for the next round.

I looked at Jessica and she just nodded. There were low
chuckles around the table. I went off to get the
drinks again and notice that Jessica had apparently
returned to the conversation with Cory and the other
guy. They were both leaning in towards her. and she
apparently disagreed with both of them…because she
was gesturing wildly at both of them under the
table…probably shaking a finger at them both. It
must have been good humored fun, because the guys
didn’t seem offended by her scolding.

The bartender took his time again and when I returned,
Jessica was nowhere to be found. I asked Jay where she
was and just as he was telling me that she had lost an
earring under the table, I noticed the back of her head
over Andy’s lap. It was dark, but I could tell that
she was looking around, because her head was moving
around a lot. I went back for the rest of the drinks.
On my second trip she was still looking, but when I
returned with the last of the drinks… she must have
found it, because she was sitting upright… touching-
up her lipstick.

I sat down to enjoy my drink and Jessica excused herself
to the Ladies’ Room again. The guys took their time as
they slid her down the line and she trotted off to the
rest room. I noticed that Jay had moved to the other
end of the table, so I struck up a conversation with
Andy.

I didn’t even notice when Jessica got back, but she was
filling her bowl again with peanuts and Jay was
leaning-in behind her. I turned back to my
conversation with Andy. We talked for a while and
about three minutes later she was still there, leaning
over the table and resting on her elbows. When I
looked up, she grabbed her bowl and sat back quickly.
Apparently backing into Jay pretty hard. This must
have made Tom spill his drink on himself, because his
chin was all wet.

Andy, directed my attention back to our
conversation.

A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had
undone several of the buttons of her dress. It was hot
in the bar, so that didn’t surprise me in and of
itself. What did surprise me was that her cleavage was
showing to the point that you could see the edges of
her bra cups. She just smiled at me and returned to
her conversation with Rod, a stocky black accountant
from an ivy league school. She was directly facing him
so all I could see was her back. Once again, it was
dark in the club, but for her to face him like that…
it seemed that she would almost have to be straddling
his lap… she looked over her shoulder and smiled to
me… so I knew that everything must be OK.

Andy asked me a question so I returned to the
conversation.

When I looked up again. She was sitting back in her
seat again and it looked like even more of her buttons
were undone. Her dress could fall open at any moment.
Rod distracted me by offering to pay for the next
round. Jessica said, “We’ve missed our reservations by
now…so we might as well.” Everyone laughed and I
noticed that the guys on either side of my wife were
turned-in towards her and showing her a lot of
attention.

Once again, the bartender took his time. When I
finally returned to the table, I was floored. Jessica
was leaning over the table, gripping each side tightly
with her hands and had the hem of her dress laid across
her back. Someone was apparently behind her with his
face pressed against her crotch and Rod had his hand
in the front of her dress and was pulling her bra down
and to the side. Jay was starting to help Rod by
unbuttoning more of her buttons and undoing the front
clasped bra. Jessica’s eyes were closed, but her rapid
breathing made it clear that she was on the verge of
orgasm.

I watched helplessly Rod pinched one of my wife’s
nipples and Jay maneuvered to suck on the other one.
Soon my wife gasped the same gasp I had heard earlier
in the evening. The most disconcerting thing about it
was that I was turned-on. Instead of yelling at
everyone… I delivered the drinks and went back for
the second and third trips.

When I got back Andy was at the head of the table
with my wife on his lap. She was bouncing up and
down… so I could tell that he was fucking her. Her
dress was open in front Jay and Rod were replaced by
other guys who were sucking her tits. I simply sat
down and watched as they took turns with her. Now that
I knew what was going on…she would close her eyes for
a while and then she would open them and watch me
intently as she was fucked and man-handled. At one
point, she sat on the end of the booth right next to me
and I watched her give blow jobs to all six of the guys
from my office.

She didn’t even offer to touch me, but she made sure
that I noticed when they came. Some of the cum
dribbled down her chin, but more often than not, she
would milk their dicks with her hand as she drank down
the cum in slow deliberate gulps.

Since that day, she is a regular at office functions.
The first night that I went to Big Al’s strip club, my
wife was there. She kneeled in front of each of the
guys from the office as they enjoyed the show. She
even sucked me off that night. While she was giving
blowjobs, guys had her skirt up and were sticking money
in her garter.

The only time that it bothers me is when she stops by
the office during the business day and fucks and sucks
guys while I’m working. She does it with the door
closed, but everyone (even the secretaries) knows what
is going on.

“You look fantastic!” he went on, still addressing Courtney, my wife. He was tall and obviously an outgoing person. “Do you know what I like *best* about you?”

“Oh Craig, stop teasing her,” said Isobel, “There’s no stopping him,” she said to us.

“What do you like best?” asked Courtney.

“Your mouth, you have the most wonderful mouth.” This was a little strange. “It is so perfectly shaped! And your lips! They’re *fantastic*! Do you know what your mouth and lips are perfect for?”

“What” asked Courtney? She seemed a little wary to me and a little taken aback.

“For what *men like best*!” There was a pause and no one said anything. I was sure Courtney was going to explode and I waited like a statue, braced for it. Then she giggled.

“Sorry about that,” said Isobel, “Obviously he’s not housebroken yet.”

“I can see that!” said Courtney but she was still giggling.

“What’s the matter?” said Craig. “I just call it like I see it.”

“Right,” said Isobel, rolling her eyes at the same time.

Craig was a little much for me–one of the louder and more abrasive people I’d ever met. He had a comment for everything throughout dinner and I wondered how long Isobel would be able to take him. After dinner Isobel and Courtney got in conversation catching up and I ended up entertaining Craig.

“They sure are a couple of hot babes!” he said by way of making conversation, I suppose.

“Yes, they are both very attractive.”

“You got *that* right!” I tried to think of a response to that. I suspected keeping up a conversation with Craig would be a challenge. After a pause, he went on “Did you ever do Isobel?”

“No, I never did!”

“How could you keep your hands off her? What a pair of sisters! I bet Isobel’s been desperate when she was between boyfriends!”

“Well, I’ve stuck with Courtney.”

“Right! I got ya!” and he winked at me! Believe it or not, our conversation didn’t rise much above that. Finally we all got to talking some more and I felt relieved even though the conversation was still a bit strange.

I almost asked Courtney what she thought of Craig when we went to bed but figured I didn’t want to listen to a harangue. I wondered what it was going to be like spending a day at the beach with them. But something made me look at Courtney’s mouth. No, we never do that. I think about doing it sometimes but I could never imagine Courtney going for it.

That night, I woke up and Courtney wasn’t there! “Courtney,” I said in a low voice and got no response. I got up without turning on the light and wandered out the door in the dark. Light was coming from the guest bedroom and the door opened a bit, blinding me. When it was shut, I found Isobel in the hall with me.

“Everything all right?” I asked Isobel in a low voice.

“Oh, sure,” said Isobel.

“Courtney got up for something,” I said.

“Oh, it’s that Craig! There’s no stopping him!” said Isobel. “Come here and look,” she added, grabbing my hand and pulling me. She pulled me to the door and opened it a crack. Courtney was in there! And kneeling in front of Craig with his cock in her mouth! I stared. Isobel closed the door again.

“Once he has something in his mind, you just have to get out of his way!” she said and giggled. I didn’t know what to do. She just stood there as if she were waiting for me. Finally, I walked back into my room–it was like I was in a trance. I lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling.

I woke up the next morning to find Courtney right there beside me–as if nothing had happened! We all ate breakfast and no one said a single word about it! After breakfast, we drove down to the ocean. It was pretty crowded but we had the chance to go in a bit as well as lay out. Craig was in and out of the waves the whole time. Courtney and Isobel sat and talked for a lot of the time. I got bored. Then we were leaving.

“Yep, that Courtney’s really something!” Craig was babbling on as we walked through the parking lot but this caught my attention in light of the previous evening’s activities. “You’ve got the mouth of an *angel*!” he went on, directing his comment to Courtney.

“Don’t listen to him!” said Isobel, giggling.

“I *mean* it! Peter knows, don’t you?” Now *what* was I going to say to answer *that*?

“Yes–she’s *very* pretty” I volunteered. We were approaching our car.

“Sure she’s a knockout. But I mean the way she sucks cock!” Courtney gasped and Isobel giggled again. This was unbelievable! I just stared. “Come let’s show them,” he went on. We were at the car. He pulled Courtney by the hand over next to the car–between it and a minivan parked next to it. Then he pushed down on her shoulders, inducing her to kneel. They were still both in their suits–Courtney in a bikini. He pulled off his suit and his cock sprang out there right in front of her face. She didn’t look at me at all but just knelt there looking at his cock. There weren’t people right there in the parking lot but it was pretty open–anyone could come toward us.

“Easy now, girl, you can do it,” he said and he pulled her head toward his cock. Right out there in daylight, in the parking lot! I looked around nervously. She had him in her mouth and was sucking away. Isobel just watched and smiled. I couldn’t help but nervously look around for anyone coming.

She went on and on, sucking him. He looked down at her and smiled. I couldn’t stand watching it.

“Isn’t she good?” he finally said. Then he started grunting and spasming and it was obvious that he was coming. She just kept sucking.

“She’s a great little cocksucker–a *real talent*” he went on. Courtney stood up. She looked a little nervous and didn’t look at me at all.

“Well I think she has a *lot to learn*” volunteered Isobel.

“Well she isn’t as accomplished as *you* but she certainly has potential.”

“I’ll show you *real* cock sucking,” responded Isobel. Immediately she was on her knees in front of Craig. In seconds she had her one-piece peeled off and around her knees. I stared at her body–her naked breasts. Craig approached her and she went right for his cock with her mouth. He grabbed her hair and started fucking like crazy. I couldn’t believe how much they moved–he was slamming into her face! She more-or-less hung on for dear life. She had her hands folded behind her back. He was jerking more and more until he obviously came again. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Courtney was watching them too. When he was done, he collapsed against the car and she collapsed into sitting on the ground. They just stayed like that catching their breath for a minute. Then they pulled on their suits and got in the car!

Courtney wouldn’t look at me that evening–I never talked to her once even though we all had supper together. That evening, Courtney and Craig disappeared into the guest bedroom. I didn’t go up there. They were there for hours ‘til past time to go to bed. Isobel and I watched TV, not saying much. Finally I headed for the bedroom without Courtney. Isobel followed me.

“She just wants to learn,” said Isobel. She sensed that I didn’t like all this. She left and I went to bed. As soon as I had the light out, the door opened and someone slipped in. I turned on the light again by the bed. It was Isobel. She was in a nightie and she slipped into bed in Courtney’s place and reached over me and turned out the light again.

I lay there thinking. “It’s just a little *change* for her,” said Isobel as she lay there. “She’s going to know new things.” I didn’t answer but still stared at the dark ceiling. She reached over and took my hand. “Hold me, please,” she said. I finally looked at her in the dark. We kissed for a minute. Then she drew back and lay on her back next to me. She said quietly “please?” I still stared at the ceiling–I couldn’t do it. I held her in my arms part of the night but that was all.

The next morning, Craig and Isobel were gone. Courtney was making breakfast when I woke up. She said good morning when I came down as if nothing had happened.

“Courtney…” it was my first word of the morning and she turned, sensing I was disturbed.

She put her finger over her lips to quiet me. “You liked it with Isobel, didn’t you?” she asked, with a little smile.

“She’s nice,” I replied.

“Let me…” she started talking, but stopped. Then, with a little smile, she knelt at my feet and started opening my pants. I gently pushed her away. She ended up sitting on her ass with her arms out behind her to lean on. She looked up at me, confused.

We’re pretty comfortable together again now, but I’ve never let her touch my cock with her mouth. But I think about it.

One summer weekend, she and her husband, Marcelo, took a trip to relax and have some fun at the beach. Their hotel had a beautiful pool that they both enjoyed. This particular Sunday afternoon they were relaxing in their room enjoying some homemade wine they brought with them. They decided to take a dip in the pool and Claudia was looking forward to going back to the room later that evening for some love making as she was becoming extremely horny from the alcohol and had not made love to her husband in a few weeks. Claudia put on a rather skimpy bikini that fit her like a glove. The beige colored swimsuit covered most of her tits but left a good view of her cleavage. The bottom part covered her private parts well but was extremely low cut and just covered the top of her pubic hair. Her deep olive coloring and beige bikini gave you the impression she was naked at first glance.

The pool was practically empty as it was nearly 7PM. Claudia and Reggie were relaxing on the poolside lounge chairs when Marcelo received an emergency business call on his cell phone and had to leave for a couple of hours. He apologized and told his wife that when he returned they would go out to dinner and make love the rest of the evening. Claudia was now on fire thinking of his large cock as the wine was giving her quite a buzz. She kissed him goodbye and told him she was going for a dip in the pool to cool down before going back to the room.

As Claudia went into the deep section of the pool she was unaware of the 3 men on the opposite end of the pool who had been watching her every move as she kissed her hubby goodbye. The 3 guys, Aiden, Craig, and Marvin had been drinking heavily all day and nearly came in their pants when they saw Claudia stand up from the lounge chair and enter the water. The decided to give the Brazilian beauty a test in the water and let her dictate their actions.

Claudia was the only one in the deep section of the pool while a few elderlies were lounging around poolside on the opposite end and standing in the very shallow water mindless of anything else. All three decided to take the initiative and swam near Claudia underwater. Aiden started small talk with her and all three immediately noticed that she had a buzz on. As Claudia was treading water and telling Aiden about her husband, Craig and Marvin dove under water and brushed against her thighs. There was no reaction at all from Claudia as she pretended not to notice but when the 2 men got a little bolder the 2nd time and brushed against her ass, Claudia looked down in the water at them. Aiden immediately told her not to worry as his friends were just clowning around. All 3 were now treading water and Craig and Marvin apologized to Claudia saying that there was nothing to do and they were just wrestling with each other underwater and bumped into her. Aiden then told Claudia all 3 of them would be doing their underwater wrestling and to just ignore them if they happen to bump into her.

Claudia, feeling no pain from the wine just nodded in agreement while all three guys dove under water. Craig was the first to test Claudia when he swam at her through her legs. Claudia thought this rather amusing and felt they were kidding around with her. Next, Aiden swam through her legs and made sure to brush up against her bikini bottom. Marvin did the same and when they saw no objections from Claudia, they knew they could get bolder. In the meantime, Claudia was becoming hornier by the moment and decided to play along with the game. The wine made her forget that she was a married woman and the three guys were total strangers.

All 3 men decided to take turns with Claudia underwater while coming up for air one at a time. Craig and Aiden stood on the pool floor, on each side of Claudia, and each placed a hand on her ass cheek. When she didn’t move away or swat them away with her hand they took a bolder step and moved their hands to the front of her thighs. Claudia had mixed emotions about what to do because this was the horniest she ever felt and she kept thinking in her mind that they would stop and not go too far. Claudia’s stomach was very nervous but she was enjoying this too much to move away. Aiden then came up and spoke to Claudia. He told her that they were just having some fun and there was no harm intended. He also told her that if she became too uncomfortable all she had to do was motion with her hand and they would stop.

Aiden then swam under water and rubbed his cock against Claudia’s ass. Claudia felt his cock and went absolutely nuts while telling herself that it must have been his knee or something. Aiden pulled his trunks down to his knees, placed his fingertips in Claudia’s bikini bottom and pulled it down past her ass. He proceeded to rub his long hard naked cock up and down the crack of her ass, almost cumming in the process. Craig then came around the front and rubbed her bush with his hand. Claudia frozen with lust and unable to move. Marvin then joined Aiden at the back and pulled Claudia’s bottom down to show some of the crack in her ass. Marvin took his index finger and rubbed it up and down the crack of her ass inside her bikini bottom. As Marvin was doing this Aiden and Craig swam up for some air and noticed Claudia with her eyes closed. They swam back under water and befronted her. Aiden took his finger and rubbed her clit from the outside of her swimsuit while Craig’ fingers made their way to the bikini top clasp in the front and unhooked it. Claudia regained some sense of reality for a split second and put her hand in the water motioning them to stop. Marvin pulled his trunks off and placed her hand on his hard cock.

As they continued to come up for air, Craig befronted Claudia and told her to relax and enjoy it because no one was there but them. Claudia started to complain but when Craig grabbed her huge breast and sucked on her nipple, she was helpless. Claudia shuddered and was too overcome by this sexual foreplay to resist. She kept thinking that there was no harm intended and it was only foreplay.

Aiden came up for air while Craig went back down. All the while Marvin stayed under water freely fingering Claudia’s ass and clit. Aiden then stuck his tongue in Claudia’s ear just as Marvin placed his finger in her vagina lips. Marvin couldn’t believe how wet and enormously wide she was. Claudia was overcome and continued to tremble with ecstasy. As all three saw that no one was in the pool and darkness was approaching, they swam to the far corner with Claudia in tow and leaned her front against the pool edge. Marvin then came underneath Claudia and threw her legs on his shoulders as he stood in the water. Claudia was holding on to the edge of the pool with both hands with her butt up in the air for all to view. Aiden came up between her legs and sucked on her juicy cunt for what seemed like an eternity. His long tongue sliding in and out of Claudia’s pussy lips with reckless abandon. Claudia must have came at least 3 times while Aiden’s mouth was full of pussy juice.

Craig sat at the pool edge and took off his swimsuit while Claudia was positioned in between his legs staring at his log hard cock. Aiden and Marvin positioned Claudia’s mouth on Craig’s cock and she almost swallowed him whole. The 2 men then pulled Claudia’s bikini bottom off completely and took turns sticking their tongue in her ass. Claudia was crazy with lust and would now allow the guys to do whatever they wanted.

Craig took his cock out of Claudia’s mouth for a second while Marvin asked her if they could do whatever they felt like with her bottom. She nodded vigorously while grabbing a hold of Craig’s long hard cock and shoved it back into her mouth. As she worked on Craig you could hear his cock popping in and out of her mouth with each stroke. Marvin couldn’t stand it any longer and stuck his hard dick in Claudia’s cunt from behind. It slipped in very easily and he pulled out so he and Aiden could take turns fucking her.

Meanwhile, Craig was screaming that he was on the verge of coming and the other 2 guys stopped to watch. They dared Claudia to take it all down her throat and watched as Craig came with an explosion. They held her head while Craig positioned his aim down her throat. Craig then jerked himself off until every last drop of cum was on Claudia’s tongue. Claudia swallowed and swallowed and swallowed to prove that she could drink all of Craig’s cum without a drop falling out of her mouth. The men then turned Claudia around. Aiden first squeezed and kneaded each breast and then sucked on her tits flicking her nipples with his tongue. He then went down and sucked all of Claudia’s cum juices from her long twat before turning her around and tonguing the length of her ass crack up and down several times. All 3 men took turns doing this and finished up by having Claudia suck their cocks dry and drink every last bit of their cum.

When they were finished they all put their swimming suits back on and took turns french kissing Claudia goodbye, promising to be in the pool again tomorrow at the same time if she was interested. Claudia nodded to them and headed back to her room to wait for her hubby. Claudia was just coming back to reality from the whole ordeal and could not believe what had just occurred. She was completely exhausted and went right to bed forgetting about her husband but wondering when his next business trip would be.

She cracked the throttle of the sleek yellow Sportster and it backed away from Steve’s full dressed Harley. She led him down the twisted ribbon of Coast Highway at a good clip. Steve closed in on her, and held a position just behind for several miles.

He watched her smooth handling of the bike, and wondered why she had re-joined him. Her friends had finally arrived at the rally, and he had thought she would stay with them. Something had changed her mind, he just wasn’t sure what.

Carolann watched Steve’s black Harley in her rear-view mirror as she piloted her throbbing bike down the road. He kept close, but not close enough for her to make eye contact. Her mind went back to last night, when she felt his hot, pulsing erection skewer her small body. The thought of that fullness made her wet all over, again.

Backing off the handgrip, she slowed into a heavy turn, leaning hard to glide through the curve. `There!’ she thought `I knew it was close by’. She signaled a stop and pulled up into a secluded rest area. Steve followed her across the open tarmac parking are, past the few cars and trucks sitting there. Carolann left her bike running as she peeled the full-face helmet off and shook out her long hair.

He waited for her to shut off her bike before he killed his. She gracefully dismounted and walked over to Steve. He took out the short non- filtered cigarettes he carried and lit one. He offered her a smoke, but she declined. His curiosity was getting the best of him. He was about to say something when she beat him to it.

“Nice ride, to here, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was. What happened to your friends?” he queried.

“Well, they couldn’t find their butts with both hands. They had all been drinking hard and not stopping!” She stamped her boot clad feet in emphasis.

He remembered that she didn’t drink, but evidently it was a touchy subject with her.

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

“Ride!” She answered, and then hesitantly added, “With you?”

“Cool!” Was his response.

He got off his bike and they walked around to loosen up. Carolann stayed close near his side, and kept rubbing against his arm as they walked. She had something on her mind, and he would find out, soon. She slowed their walk to a crawl, and turned to face him.

Not sure of herself, she stayed close to this amazing man, who had affected her so intensely. Would he take her? Would he reject her? So many possibilities ran through her mind, until she finally stopped walking and faced him. She studied his strong face. The sparkling green eyes looked deep into hers. She lifted her hand to his shoulder and gently pulled his face closer to hers.

Steve could feel the tension in her movements. The indecision in her expression was obvious. The reality came to him when she held his shoulder and pulled him towards her face. Her lips parted, and her eyes closed halfway as their faces neared. Their lips touched lightly, and he felt the tip of her tongue on his mouth.

He opened his lips, and her hot tongue slipped inside his mouth. He returned the exploration with his own. Carolann’s arm flew around his neck and the kiss went hot and heavy. They kissed hot and hands roamed across leather covered bodies. The sounds and aromas of their passions drowned out all that was around them.

She pulled back first, almost afraid to look into his eyes. She raised her eyes to see his wide grin.

“I thought you were married.” He stated softly.

She blushed and coughed before she answered his next thought.

“Yes, I am.” She replied. “But right now, this is what I want. No! This is what I NEED!” She clutched his leather shell to hers, burying her face in his chest.

Steve wrapped his strong arms around her small frame and held her tight. He could feel the need in her breathing, in the way she held on to his body. He wasn’t sure where it was going, but he was going to find out. He picked up her chin and placed a long tender kiss on her mouth. Carolann was so relieved at his response, she hadn’t thought of what would happen next. All she knew was that this man in her arms, right here, right now felt very good!

She returned his kiss, and felt the bulge at his thigh growing. Her small hand slipped between them and she touched him there. Through the leather, she imagined she could feel the heat, the pulsing need. He made a soft sound when she rubbed its growing length.

Without speaking, she took his hand and placed it at the junction of her thighs and pressed it firmly against herself, the led him away from the bikes to the small grove of trees nearby.

Carolann took off her leather jacket, laid it on the ground, then reached for his zipper and opened his jacket. He removed the heavy garment and she placed it near hers, like a blanket on the forest floor. Her shirt followed her jacket, and her lovely C-cup breasts were naked to the afternoon light. The light pink nipples stood firm and full. She put his rough hands on them and held them in her own.

Steve bent to kiss her, and she started to loosen his belt. The cooling night air struck his belly at the same time her warm hand found his growing erection. The feelings mingled into excitement as Carolann began to stroke his flesh. Steve’s hands worked at her waist and opened her yellow leather pants. Exploring fingers soon found her wet kitty slit, causing her to moan softly.

“Carolann, are you sure you want this?” He asked as his finger entered her vagina.

“Ohmigod! Yes. Steve! Yess I want you, now!” She exclaimed.

She broke away and unzipped the legs of her leather. Her pants and boots came off as one, crumpled in a heap. She stood naked in front of him and opened her arms in submission.

“Please, Take me! I need you inside me!” she was almost begging.

Steve took down his pants and pulled Carolann to the makeshift pallet. He lay back and let her straddle his supine body. She paused to gobble his firmness for a few moments, coating it with saliva. She knelt with the crown pointing at her hungry little kitty.

He watched as she rubbed his erection through her dripping, hot vulva. Slick now with her nectar, she held him at her opening. He could see her intake of breath just as she let her weight down, impaling herself swiftly.

“OOFFFF!” She grunted as her butt slapped his belly, her swollen vulva gloving the massive penis tightly.

“AHH, Steve! Feels sooo gooood! MMMMMMmmm”

“You’re so tight! It’s so hot! Carolann!” He moaned.

She rocked and rolled her little body, and started to ride him hard. She rubbed her clitoris on his belly, then moved her knees up. Her hands balanced her on his chest and she started to lift and lower herself on the shaft. She chanted babble, mostly. “SO full. So hot. oh fuck .yesssss.” Steve managed to press his fingers on her clitoris as she posted on him, quickly brining her to release. The primal scream rang out and her whole body shuddered with her cum. Steve thickened and grew inside her and his own orgasm came right behind hers.

“Cumm .. Cummmmminnnnggggg! OH. HERE!!!! AHHHH!!

The heavy throbs pushed his seed deep into her quivering belly, mixing with her girl-cum, drenching them both. She fell on his heaving chest, sobbing with relief, gasping for air.

“Steve! So good! So full!” she stumbled over the short sentences. “Can you? Again, I mean?”

He rolled them over into the missionary position, and slowly began the familiar lover’s dance. Gently at first he worked his still hard cock in and out of Carolann’s tiny body. Her hips met his in hard thrusts, slapping her belly on his. Grunts of passion, as he pushed deep into her body, came from her throat.

“STEVE! . YESSS .omigod… Fuck .OHGOD FUCKK MEEE!!”

He remained silent, and continued to pound her vagina with his throbbing eight inches. The velvet sheath of her cunt was hot, wet, and very tight. Her passionate responses drove Steve on and deeper as Carolann curled her knees up and rolled her hips higher.

Carolann felt so full, as if Steve were splitting her small vulva with his massive cock. She’d heard of ten and twelve inch prongs, but Steve’s was the largest that had ever penetrated her small pussy. She marveled at the hot, smooth feeling as he plunged into her. She could feel his crown hitting the knot of her cervix, so very far inside.

It hadn’t occurred to her that she would ever have another man in her, let alone a `stranger’ out in the wide open air. She didn’t think of Steve as a stranger, though. The way he treated her the day before, as a friend and fellow rider, was a revealing experience for her. He had been the `gentleman’, and not forced himself on her. It was she who `took’ him last night, in that moment of passion.

As it was, today, it was her idea to follow him. It was her body that desired the lust filled fucking she was now receiving, and thoroughly enjoying. She thought briefly that she wanted it to last forever. The heavy flush that crept into her belly and was spreading through her body, brought her back to right here, right now. Her second full, hard cum was fast approaching, and she poured her efforts into it.

Steve felt her thrusting harder to meet his long strokes, he saw the sweat forming on her chest and neck. Her face was flushing a light rose, and her breath came in starving gasps. Her inner muscles tightened around him, brining his own control to the limits. They pulsed, contracting as he thrust in, relaxing only slightly as he pulled back. He was ready to spew his seed, but determined to wait for her release.

Carolann couldn’t hold on any more. Her grunts turned to whimpering cries and finally to a scream that came from the depths of her soul. Her body stiffened, momentarily, then convulsed uncontrollably as the orgasm took her into another dimension.

Steve felt her go still, and her cunt clamped down harder than he thought possible. She squeezed his cock, and her body started shaking, her scream filled his ears. He locked his mouth over hers and thrust one final time into her small body. His butt clenched and his cock swelled thicker and harder. His pulsing dragon spit its liquid fire deep into the little woman’s belly, forcing his hot, thick seed into her.

He came with such force and volume, that the froth of her nectar and his semen escaped around the rigid shaft that plugged her tiny vulva. Their thighs and the leather beneath them were bathed in the thick juice, a small pool grew under Carolann’s butt.

Falling on her, he too, gasping for breath, nuzzled her neck. She responded in kind, and her lips found his and they kissed hot, murmuring her pleasure and thanks.

“So good, Steve!… Yesss. Oh, so fucking good!” she exclaimed.

Steve started to get off, and her legs wrapped around his butt.

“No, don’t leave me, yet! Stay where you are? Please?” she asked.

Steve relaxed, and gently lay back on top of Carolann.

She pulled him closer with her legs and purred, “Oh, yeah! That’s so good.” She even squeezed him softly with her kitty, enjoying the fullness and feeling the damp liquid running out of her slit.

Two cums in rapid succession left Steve unable to retain his firmness for very long, and a slight movement of her body dislodged him from the warm, wet nest. A look of disappointment filled Carolann’s eyes, but she understood, and kissed Steve softly.

“Thank You.” She said. “I needed that, from you!”

“Why me?” He asked. “Why not one of your other friends, or your `old man’?”

“There was something about you, and us last night, that told me you were different. You were not like them at all, and I liked the way you felt inside me.” She explained

“Where do “we” go from here?”

“If it’s okay. I mean. Can we just ride, and see where we end up?” She answered tentatively.

Steve looked down at the tender, small body next to him. Her long hair spread out around her head and shoulders, her breasts an inviting sight, the swell of her belly rising and falling as she breathed, and the swollen, rose colored flower between her legs that still oozed the frothy mixture of their cums.

He thought about it for a few minutes. Carolann had a concerned look on her face, trying to figure out his answer.

He smiled, and bent his head to hers. He kissed her softly, and whispered, “Let’s clean you up a little, first. Okay?”

She gave a quizzical look, then understood as Steve kissed down to her freshly fucked and sensitive kitty and started to `clean’ it with his tongue. She had another cum under his skillful tongue, then they both dressed. They mounted their bikes with a new and different feeling about each other. They warmed the machines, and started for the highway. When they got to the intersection, Steve looked at his riding partner, and waved his hand across in front of them.

The weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a liquor store.  Everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through leftover alcohol.  Or has to work.  Which I was.

The late afternoon sun pounded through the dirty glass of the front, what little was not covered with signs loudly proclaiming a message of, in essence, “Get Drunk!  Cheap!  Here.”  The weather in Cambridge had been particularly lousy, especially for June, our most promising month until October.  But the thunderstorms and rain showers had given way to a passably nice day.  The weather was guaranteed by the owner of the shore having scheduled me for an all-day shift.

The job sucked, but the alternative was home to Lancaster, PA with my parents, a fate I would have gladly licked Mass Ave clean with my tongue to avoid.

I didn’t notice her at first, as all my attention was taken up by counting out change for a $100 for a young guy who was buying a newspaper.  He had a smile that I’m certain was intended to be apologetic, and if I had been in a better mood it might have worked, but I was inconsolable.  A line had formed, and she joined the end of it, not stopping to pick anything up.  With each sale, I noticed a little more of her.

Bottle of wine, $12.95.  Short blonde hair.

Two six-packs of Coke, $4.49.  About 5′ 8″, blue halter top.  Nice figure.

Bottle of gin, $6.80.  Cute, button nose.

She reached the front of the line, and gave me a smile that broke through my lousy mood.  Blue eyes.  A little necklace that looked vaguely Southwestern, all turquoise and silver.

“I’m looking for Cedar Street?  Any idea where that is?”

We’re at the corner of Mass Ave. and Cedar.  This was going to be a short encounter.  I told her.

“No, no, not that Cedar!  Cedar in Somerville.  I love Boston, but I hate driving in Boston.”

We’re in Boston the way New Jersey is in Manhattan, but I wasn’t going to start that line of conversation.

“Where are you from?”

“California.  How about yourself?”

“Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  I’m going to Harvard …” I started in, but I seemed to have said the magic word.

“Lancaster!  I have friends in Lancaster.”  Reminded me a bit too much of the Pennsylvania license plates, but she’s gone on.  “They’re members of my sorority, and I just saw them at our June Weekend reunion.  I’m in town for that …”

As she went on, a one-person conversation, I took in her voice (quite husky, considering her bubbly demeanor) and glanced (with appropriate discretion, I hoped) up and down her body.  She was, well, well-stacked.  Unfortunately, my discretion was insufficient for the task, and I looked back up to her face to see her smiling at my regard.  As I blushed, she leaned down over the counter.

“Some people get all the fun jobs,” she said, in a low, conspiratorial voice.

“Uh, yeah.”  Witty reply.  Clever.  That’s right, I thought, wow her with your intellect.

“Place seems quiet, today”  She said, glancing around, stretching herself.  Her elbows sunk slowly onto the countertop.  I looked up from the view thus created by the lowering of the halter-top fabric to see her looking at me with a smile that had switched from conspiratorial to something else.

“Think of anything we could do to make the job more fun?” she said.

“Well, it’s cooler in the back.”  Shit, I thought, did I say that?

“We could fix that,” she said, turning around and surveying the back of the store for the door.

“This way,” I managed to gasp out with lungs that didn’t seem completely under my command.  In one fluid motion, I had closed the register, grabbed a package of condoms from behind the counter, and locked the front door.  No customers in the parking lot, good, just one car, must be her’s.  It looks like there’s someone in it, but nah, couldn’t be, anyway, who cares?

I led her into the back room.  It’s even worse than the typical back room of a liquor store, whatever that looks like.  There are boxes piled everywhere, both empty and full, the usual collection of posters proclaiming that all you have to do is drink some terrible brand of bad American liquor and amazingly women who would scrape you off their shoe now will fall into bed with you.  Not in so many words, of course, but the message is clear.

She surveyed the scene, with what I assumed was less than complete enthusiasm.  Well, it is a liquor store, not the Marriott.  But when she turned around, she still has that infectious lovely smile on her face …

“I can cope with this.”  She pulled the tank top over her head, revealing her lovely breasts still in a white bra.  The bra came off a moment later, and she was in my arms, pulling me down to a kiss.  And a very nice kiss it was, very deep and soft.  Even with lots of tongue, there are kisses that are very sharp and angular-feeling, but this was a lover’s kiss.  I still can’t completely explain the difference, but there you are.

With a plop, the package of condoms dropped to the floor.  She somehow managed to slither out of her shorts while kissing me, and did a lovely, slow, descent to her knees, running her hands down my chest. Kissing me through my jeans, she unbuttons them, and applies her mouth to my already-hard cock with tremendous skill.

“Now …”  Lick.  “I don’t …” Slurp.  “have …”  Gulp.  “much time for this,” she finally managed to get out, between licks with her tongue along my balls, “so let’s be quick!”

Nothing like a little performance anxiety to make an evening special, but I wasn’t going to turn this down for anything.

She retrieved the packaged of condoms, and (with cardboard and wrappers flying everywhere) managed to extract one.  As she stood up, naked except for jewelry and shoes, she rolled one onto me with one hand, the other steadying herself on my shoulder.

“OK, I’ll just bend over like this,” she said, as businesslike as if she was staging a play.  She turned her back to me, and bent over, steadying herself on a pile of Guinness boxes.  She spread her legs, and one hand spread her lips apart.  Amazingly, she was very wet already, wet enough to…

“Well?  C’mon!” she said, always impatient.  OK, OK, I was just enjoying the view.  I stepped forward, rubber-clad penis in hand, and slid it.  There was almost no resistance, I was amazed.

I started slowly, with long strokes, but she was having none of it. She started setting the rhythm, pushing back, in, out, in out.  Her free hand was playing with her clit, and she was starting a lovely pattern of moans in time with her thrusts.  In, out, in out … she came once, twice as I finally lost control and pounded into her, grabbing her hips.

She started screaming, loud enough that I was afraid the next door dry-cleaners would hear.  “Yes, yes, YES!” she yelled out as I came, much faster than I thought I ever would, shaking as my cum poured out of me.

I staggered back, a bit unsure of my balance, and came out of her with a pop.  She gave a small whimper of displeasure, but was back into her shorts and tank top (bra in the pocket of the shorts) before I even had the condom all the way off.

“That was very nice, thanks.  I better go, my boyfriend’s waiting.”

“BOYFRIEND!”

“Yeah, he’s in the car.  He’ll wonder what’s taking so long.”

“Boyfriend?”  OK, I had already said it, but I still wasn’t quite getting the answer I was looking for.

“Relax, he’s reading a newspaper, and nothing distracts him from that. Anyway, gotta go!  Thank you kindly,” she said, with just a touch of an affected southern accent.  And with a small peck on the cheek, out she went through the store, unlocking the front door and tearing out of it.

I staggered into my clothes, cleaned up the condom package debris in the storage room, and put one condom-package worth of change in the register (the owner would notice, he’s that kind of guy).

I watched the car pull away, and head down Mass Ave.  Even through the grimy windows, I can see that it was the guy with the $100 driving.

I still don’t understand some relationships.

They both wrote to each other asking if they could meet.

They both came upon an agreement and meet halfway. He landed at his halfway point on Friday late afternoon, waiting for his lovers plane to land.  When it was for the plane he got all nervous and excited.  He heard them announce on the loud speaker that the plane was coming in.  He stood there very impatient looking for someone with a Red Rose pinned in her hair, she told him that she would have one in her hair.

She finally came walking off the plane with a big smile on her face.  He walked up to her and introduced himself to her.

She was very excited when she saw him, her body tingled all over.  They talked for a little bit and decided to get a room at a Hotel.  They checked in, and took the bags to the room, freshened up a little and decided to go get something to eat.

They went to a small place in town, ate and talked for about 3 hours.  They were both getting tired and they went back to the Hotel.  He went in and took a shower while she sat nervously waiting for her turn in the shower.  She was going to join him but didn’t want to seem too pushy. When he came out she went in and took her shower.  She got done and went into the room; he was sitting on the bed with a towel around his waist. 

She had on a skimpy nightgown that you could partially see through.  He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.  She sat down on the edge of the bed and started brushing her long brown hair.

He moved toward her and took the brush out of her hand and brushed her hair for her.  He told her how beautiful she looked and bent over her and started kissing her neck.  She got chills all over her body when he did that.

He turned her to face him, and he kissed her lips, it was such a passionate kiss that she wrapped her arms around his waist.  They fell back on the bed, and when they did the towel fell off of him exposing his massive cock.  She ran her hand down his back and moved it to his hot throbbing cock.  She ran her fingers up and down his shaft lightly teasing him, and then fondled his balls.  He was so hard and hot.  He started to slowly take off her nightgown; he pulled the straps down exposing her large breasts.  He couldn’t resist putting his lips on her nipples.

He kissed her breasts so softly that the more he did it the harder her nipples got.  He pulled her nightgown the rest of the way of, showing him her body.  He ran his tongue up and down her body getting her even hotter than before.  She laid there moaning for more.

He ran his tongue down to her clit and teased the hell out hell out of her.  She let out a little scream of excitement, and wanted to suck his cock, so he laid back on the bed while she went straight for his cock.  She teased him like he did to her.  Then she put his huge cock into her mouth and slowly went up and down on his cock.  He couldn’t take it anymore and he pulled her up onto him.  She sat on his cock and slowly put it inside her dripping cunt.

They were so wrapped up in each other that they both came at the same time.  She fell back into his arms and giggled a little with excitement.  They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

About three hours later he woke her up and they made love again.  They both got into the shower and soaped each other up and then rinsed each other off, than they kissed each other all over their bodies.  He pulled her pussy onto his waiting cock.  He slowly pumped his cock into her pussy.  She pulled  him out and put her mouth on his cock, he could barely stand up.

They fucked in the shower until the water started getting cold.  He pulled his cock out and squirted his cum all over her tits and belly.  They cleaned up and went back to bed.

 They got up about eight hours later and got dressed and decided to go get something to eat and do a little sight-seeing.

They couldn’t let go of each other the whole time they were out.  He suggested that they go back to the Hotel after he bought her another nightgown, so she could model it for him, for this was Saturday and they only had this last night together.

They went back to the hotel and she went and took a quick shower and slipped into the nightgown.  It fit her perfect. He couldn’t wait to take it off of her.  He didn’t say a word his eyes said it all.  He stood up and walked over to her and started slow dancing with her, the music was just right.  He whispered sweet nothings in her ear and nibbled on her earlobe, which got her all tinglely again.  She was running her nails up and down his back.  He kissed her long and hard.  They didn’t even get into bed; he pushed her up against the wall and fucked her till they came again.

They got into bed and she started to cry because it would all end the next day.  He comforted her and they made love again.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms.  The next morning when they awoke they made love again.  This time it was more exciting than ever.  They took a shower got dressed and went to the airport, they kissed and gave each other a little squeeze and boarded the planes, never knowing when they’ll ever see each other again.

Was it a Dream, or a Fantasy or was it Real?  It was just too good to be true…..