Seeing my freshly washed permanent press wadded up in a ball was the final straw. After years of pursuing him, pleasing him, trying to change for him, I realized, this was never going to last. For the past few months my husband had been elusive, passive-aggressive, ignored our 16th anniversary, and slept in the guest bedroom. In an effort to please him, I had been cooking every night and caught up all of the house work and laundry. The final load consisted of my professional work clothes. I must have nicely ironed and hung up 100 articles of his clothing, but when I come home from the grocery store, my clothing is snatched from the dryer and left tangled in a chair. Hopelessly wrinkled!

He walks in through the door without acknowledging me. “Oh honey!” I snarled, “I got your “Fuck You” when I got home, thanks! If you wanted a divorce, but were afraid to ask, I just want you to know that the answer is YES! You are a free man!” After more heated words, he ignores me and hides in his “man cave” in the basement and I go to the bedroom I’ve been sleeping in, alone. My kids are 12 and 14. I don’t want to rock their world. I’ll have to find a way to stay with him for six more years.

I heard about a “dating” site for cheating spouses on the radio. You create a profile and hook up with other married malcontents. It’s fun, anonymous, confidential, and safe. I checked it out for a little voyeuristic fun. After being faithful to one man my whole life, it felt deliciously naughty just to look. Guest profiles are free, so I put one together as though I were really going to do something, then marked it “hidden”. It existed, but no one else could view it. Just me. I could mark it “active” anytime so others could view my preferences, but never did. It’s like wearing slutty lingerie to work. I know it’s there and it gives me a dirty thrill, but no one else can see it. No harm, no foul. Innocent fun, right? My user name was from a song by The Sex Pistols. Appropriate and provocative…..

NRKNUK
“I like it BIG!!!”

Looking for a strong, dominant man to ride me hard and deep and pull my hair! I like it rough… I have a high pain threshold and love it when I’m abused! A big cock is a must. I also like muscles, body hair, thick calves and thighs, no skinny men! Are you man enough to handle me? I’m well-padded with enormous breasts. I am enthusiastic, soft, womanly, and have very few limitations. No marks or damage, scat, or animals. Anything else is game. I’ve only had one sexual partner, ever. Who wants to be 2nd?

A month later, I come across a message from a stranger in my e-mail.

Sex Pistols, huh?
Hi NRKNUK, I saw your add on the Affairs web-site and thought we might be compatible. I’m 10 inches long and really thick. Is that big enough for you? I’m in the military and travel to your town once a month. I teach combat training at the base nearby. I’m a body builder and need to work off some sexual frustration. I like the way you sound. Maybe we could help each other?

I knew I shouldn’t have answered it. Playing with fire, you know? I also noticed that his name was on the return address. That’s weird…. Shouldn’t the proxy server at Affairs have blocked that? Isn’t this supposed to be secret? I’ve never done this before. Maybe things don’t work the way I thought they should. I’m determined to ignore the message, but it consumes me. A muscular military officer with a 10 inch cock. It makes me cream just thinking about it. I measure my dildo. I thought it was really big, but it’s only about 7 inches long from balls to tip. I go to the local “dirty bookstore” and buy a 10 inch dick. I pay a little extra for the realistic, high-quality one. I might has well keep it and use it. I go home immediately and try it out. I lube it up and have sex with it. When I get really hot and it’s in as far as I can get it, I measure. Eight inches. Damn!

Hey Roger
Wow, you actually got the Sex Pistols reference. I didn’t think anyone would. How did you e-mail me anyway? I thought all correspondence was supposed to go through the web-site. I’ve been really hot thinking about you and your magnificent cock, so I got out my favorite toy and measured. I’m sad to say I can only take 8 inches. Too bad. You know, I can take a lot of damage, and like it. Maybe you can’t fit it all in, but you could try. Did you read my whole profile? You do know that I’m a little under five feet tall and 160 lbs. I’m overweight, but very voluptuous and curvy. My breasts are a 40DD and I am pretty in the face with long hair, vivid green eyes, and a great smile.
Still interested?
Misty

Intrigued by the idea, but not at all committed, I await his reply. While waiting, I insert my new toy and masturbate while thinking of how this could play out. It’s usually a couple of days between replies. He must not have easy access to a computer. I’m sure they monitor all that stuff on base. I think about him overpowering me, forcing me. The thought of a complete stranger putting his hands inside my cunt, maybe putting his huge cock in my virgin ass gives me the best orgasm I’ve had in a year! Ooooh, I wish he would reply quicker! A couple of days later, I get his reply.

Hey Misty,
My name is Vince. I’m using Roger’s e-mail so my wife doesn’t find out. Wow, it makes me so hard thinking of you measuring your twat with your toy. I jacked off thinking of you! You know, I’m really only 8 inches when I don’t use my cock pump. We could work this out. I don’t mind your padding. What I care about is that you sound like you’re real. The opposite of my wife. She and I have done modeling in fitness magazines and stuff, but she rarely ever has sex with me. She only gives me hand jobs. She says I’m too big and it hurts. I’ve been so frustrated. It would be nice to have a real woman to work off some frustration with! You don’t have to be perfect, just into sex. You want it hard, huh? I can do that. I’ll fuck you hard from behind until you hear the slap of skin on skin and I come out the other side! I’ll pull your hair hard too. You know what? I’m not the only one that stays at the hotel every month. There are three other soldiers that come with me. We’ve been talking about getting a gang bang girl. Are you up for it? Can you take us all on?
Vince

Oh my fucking god! The thought of having four aggressive soldiers to gang bang with was so amazingly hot! But this is really getting out of hand. This is more than I can deal with. I’ve never been with another man. I may fantasize about being raped and doing a gang bang, but I can’t really do that. I was only feeding my fantasy. They don’t know who I am or where I live, or do they? The fact that the his e-mail was delivered directly to my private inbox disturbs me. His incoming messages had his name on them, Roger Baldwin. Oh crap! Does that mean that my message had my real name on them instead of my Affairs user name? Shit! Shit! Shit! He’s military! He must have used some homeland security system to get my personal information. Now I’m feeling scared, vulnerable.

It’s getting creepy…
To Roger,
After some reflection, I have just now realized that I have jumped into deeper waters than I can navigate. It has only recently occurred to me that you have never answered my question. How did you get my e-mail address and bypass the proxy server on Affairs.com? You must have used military intelligence. I’m really creeped out. You probably know all about me. I feel like I’m in dangerous territory. Please don’t contact me again. If this goes any further, I’ll feel compelled to turn you in to your commander. I’m sure he would be interested to know how your using military time and resources. I looked him up, John Dearborne, isn’t it?

To Vince,
You know, in my fantasy world, it may be fun to do a gang bang and get it on with four guys, but that is so far beyond what I’m willing to do. I’m afraid I’m going to pass. Please, no hard feelings, just more than I can handle.
Misty

I feel so relieved. Surely he’s lost interest now. Too much at stake. No more temptation, no more naughty e-mails and fantasies. I’ll keep close to my husband and forget that ever happened. No more playing with fire. I almost got burned. The next day, there is another message.

Re: It’s getting creepy….
Dear Misty,
Or should I call you Nikki! Nice THREAT! This is Roger. Vince may be a nice guy, but I’m NOT. You don’t want to fuck with me because I’m not nice at all. You know what? You aren’t going to the commander with this information. There is no way you are going to have a conversation with him about how you wanted to cheat on your husband and went to a PORN SITE. This would bring it all out in the open and expose you to your husband, wouldn’t it? You know, I’m just trying to be a nice guy and help out a friend, and look how you treat me. How far do you want to push me Nikki? Let’s see, maybe if you had finished your degree at MU you would have been smart enough not to go trolling thru PORN sites on the internet! You get my drift, sugar?
Roger

My hands shake as I read his message and I tremble all over. He knows my name. He must know where I live and all about my life. He knows who my husband is. Oh My God!!! What do I do? I can’t leave it like this. What will he do? I have to get myself out of this. I log into my account. I’m blocked out! Someone has changed my password! I’ve pissed off Roger and now he’s fucking with me. Oh, shit!

Play Nicer
Dear Roger,
Wow dude, way to prove me right! That is the very reason I felt afraid. I was not threatening you. What I am doing is saying “Hey, you are scaring me, please stop.” I don’t want to enter a pissing contest with you and yours. I’ve already stated that I am not qualified to swim in the deep end of the pool. My wishes lean heavily towards discretion and not upsetting the current balance. While this was not a threat, the information was given because you should never underestimate what someone is capable of when they are scared. Trust me, I have no wish to have a talk with anyone about this, but I would if I felt threatened. So tell me Roger, should I feel threatened or can we just drop the matter? I couldn’t log into my account. I had to change my password. Is that you?
Tell me the rules of this new game, and I’ll try to play it your way.
Nikki

Who should I tell? Who can help me? The answer is nobody. No one is going to have sympathy for an adulteress. I can’t tell anyone I know. They would be disgusted and possibly tell my husband. It doesn’t matter that I was just being a prick tease and wasn’t going to go thru with it. Telling anyone will ruin my life. I have to deal with this on my own. Is it over? Did I make nice, or is he still angry?

Re: Play Nicer
You want to know the rules, Nikki? You want me to play nicer, little miss secretary? Yeah, I know what you do and where you work and where you live and how many tickets you’ve had. Your entire life is right here in front of me. How are Hayley and Brice? You’ve just got the two kids, right? These are the rules. You play this game my way, and we don’t tell your husband or your boss. You break the rules, and I have access to your credit cards and bank accounts, your cell phone is already being tapped. I hold your life in my hands. Come to the Hilton Garden by Target this Friday night no later than 7:00pm. If you’re late, you won’t like it. Wear thigh high stockings and lingerie and be sure you look your best. We’ll be looking for you. We already know what you look like from your DMV photo. Great pic by the way.
Roger

I feel numb and hot at the same time. Is there a way out of this? No, there is not. If I turn him in, I’m exposed and he ruins me. He has access to my most personal information. Would he hurt my family? I don’t know. I must go. I tell my husband I’m training at the home office and won’t be back until sometime Saturday. This is normal and he believes me. I pack an overnight bag for sex. If something really bad happens, I hope nobody ever finds out what I’ve done. How can I feel so wet and excited at the same time I’m feeling so afraid, guilty and overwhelmed? I don’t know.

Time has passed quickly and I’m pulling up to the hotel. My hands are trembling and I’m feeling faint and nauseous. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep for two days. Despite this, I can feel that I am so wet, my lingerie thong is soaked and sticking to my newly shaved cunt. I feel removed from myself and distant. Like I’m watching someone else. I grab my purse and bag and get out of the car, looking around to see if anyone is watching me. Not knowing where I should go, I nervously head toward the main entrance. A tall man with short hair in casual dress steps out of a car nearby and approaches me. He is smiling and looks so harmless and friendly despite his tall stature. “Misty!” he exclaims, pulling me into a tight hug that cracks my back. “I’ve been waiting for you, I’m so glad to see you.” He takes my bag and holds my elbow in an iron-gripped parody of an escort. I’m not going anywhere. He leads me thru a side entrance and into the hotel. He knocks on a nearby door, twice quickly. The door opens into the dimly lit room and it begins.

There are three other men, all of them are muscled, tall, and naked. There are two king-sized beds in a suite. The bedside tables are covered in pizza boxes, empty MGD bottles and a half of a fifth of Jack Daniels is open. A single reading lamp is lit, the drapes are drawn, and they are lounging on the beds watching porn and stroking themselves. As a pack, their attention shifts from the sodomy on the screen to me and my escort. The man that brought me in takes off my coat, with a flourish, to expose my corset and stockings underneath. Just as he had requested. He put his hand down my partially exposed front and squeezes my breast, hard. Having the hot, large hand of a stranger touch my breast rips away my numbness and apathy. A wave of terror sweeps over me and my knees start to buckle. He pulls me to him from around my waist and sits me on the nearest bed next to a man with the biggest penis I have ever seen. This must be Vince.

I can’t help but stare at his huge erection and feel excitement and terror. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening. “Hey Nikki, nice to finally meet you. I hope this is big enough for you.” He takes my hand off the bedspread and guides it to his crank. Holding his huge, manly hand over my small feminine one, stroking his erection for both of us. The action on the other bed increases and the other two men stroke faster. One of them looks me over and says, “I thought you said she was fat. Well you know, ‘The deeper the cushion, the sweeter the pushin’!‘ She looks plump and sassy to me. Just the way I like ‘em! She looks hungry though. Baby, you feeling hungry? Maybe I should feed you some of this!” Vince still has his hand over mine and continues his rhythm, while the man from the other bed joins us. I start shaking involuntarily. His smile merely gets wider. “Getting scared little girl? Maybe this will teach you not to play with fire!”

He grabs a hank of my hair and yanks hard. I feel my eyes tear up and wonder how much he pulled out. “You like this, bitch? Is this what gets you off?” He wraps my hair around his hand bringing me closer to him, shoving my face into his crotch. I can smell the musk of his arousal. “Suck it, whore.” He whispers to me. “But be careful with your teeth. Every time your teeth come into contact with my penis, I’m giving you a hard swat. Do you understand, whore?” I try to shake me head yes and start to sob. This is unbelievable. He pulls my head back so fast and sharp I feel my neck pop. “Yes! Yes! I hear you!”, I cry and he brings me back down so I can suck him off.

He is a good size, but not as big as Vince. I carefully place him in my mouth, so I don’t rub him with my teeth. My position is awkward because I’m still stroking Vince. I move onto my knees, supporting myself with my free right hand, vigorously moving up and down on his cock. His pre-cum tastes different than my husband‘s, sweeter. Apparently, I messed up because I felt an explosion of raw pain as he slapped my nearly bare, dimpled ass, hard. I arched my back trying to get away and got him again. Another slap sounded, but this time I stayed still. The tears running down my face are increasing because my make up is melting and burning my eyes. This seems to turn him on more as he uses the hair he has rolled around his fist as a handle and forces me down hard onto his cock. I have to adjust my posture and my breathing is cut off as he shoves himself down my throat. I feel panicked and fight, because I can’t breath and it hurts as he beats a rhythm inside my throat. He’s in so far I can’t even gag. I hear him groan and swear loudly as he ejaculates. I can’t swallow because he is in too far, so his cum is forced, burning, out of my nose and I choke. I hear the others laugh as my vision dims and I start to see stars.

He removes himself from my mouth as I am laid on my side, still choking on his spunk and gasping for air. Someone hands me a towel. It is small and white with an big “H” on it. Classy. I wipe his wetness off of my face and see the black marks left from my mascara. I lean back and close my eyes to catch my breath. Someone is stroking my hair away from my face. This small act of kindness seems so unexpected and absurd that I start to cry again.

The man from the parking lot has stripped off his clothing, but his smile isn’t nice anymore. It looks like a mean, unpleasant smirk. He slaps me hard enough to leave an imprint on the side of my face. “Snap out of it Nikki. Don might like to hear you weep, but it just annoys the fuck out of me. Be quiet little whore! Guess who I am?” He says nastily as he continues to smirk at me. I venture a guess, “Roger?” “You got that right. You’re not as dumb as I thought. Are you going to be quiet, or do you need another lesson?”, he asks. I try appealing to his better nature. “Please don’t hit me again. Haven’t I done enough? Can I please go? Please let me go!”, I beg. “You haven’t completed your end of our bargain yet, Nikki. Hey Brett, hand me that camera. Look Nikki!”, he gloats as he shoves a small camera in my face, “You’re a movie star, sweetheart! If you don’t do everything we tell you, we’re sending this straight to your husband and your boss. Maybe your parents too. Do you think your daddy would get off watching his little girl in a gang bang? I’ll bet he would grow hard and wish he could join us. What do you think?”
Roger hands the camera back and forces me onto my stomach. He forces a finger into my anus and moves it around. I have never had anything go into my ass, only out. It hurts. I struggle to get away from this violation. This is more than I can handle. I kick back with my platform heels and try to crawl away. My rebellion is laughable. I’m in the presence of four trained soldiers, killers. I start to lose it and scream. They move in as a unit to neutralize this threat. A hard hand is place over my mouth and a knee is holding me down in the middle of my back. I feel my panties being ripped off, while someone else is removing my heels and thigh highs. My panties are shoved into my mouth, while one of my stockings is tied around my lower face. Someone else has yanked my arms behind my back and secured my wrists with the other stocking. Impossible as it seems, now I’m even more helpless. At just under five feet tall, all four men have at least a foot of height on me and are far stronger.

Feeling despair and hopelessness, I give up. I close my eyes, go limp and stop fighting. I realize I still have tears raining down my cheeks. I’m sure I look terrible, but it doesn’t matter. Someone shoves my knees up under my body, elevating my rear end. I keep my eyes closed, I don’t want to see what happens. I feel a finger coming inside my rectum again, but this time there is lubricant on it. It feels a lot better. He slips a second finger inside and stretches the opening and it hurts again, but strangely, feels a little nice too. I open my eyes and realize that I’m the only one left on the bed. The others are all standing around me. Everything is sideways or upside down from my position on the bed and I see three pairs of legs and three hard-ons. I’m helpless to move without my hands. I push off with one of my legs and roll onto my back.

Now I can see all of them, but I’m very uncomfortable laying on my hands. Vince, the one with the enormous prick, smiles and knees my legs apart. I can’t fight him. I look down at his cock as my heart pounds inside my chest. That thing is never going to fit and this isn’t fun like my fantasies at all. I watch helplessly as he guides his 10 inches into my opening. “I guess he used a pump!”, I thought wildly as he starts to fill me. He is thick as well as long. It doesn’t slide in easily. He strokes in and out lightly, his pre-cum moistening my pussy lips. He edges in deeper. He is wider than the dildo I bought. I’m afraid he’s going to split me. He is positioned partially inside me then tilts forward, hard, shoving most of him inside me. I arch and jerk, but can do no more because of the restraints. I groan into my gag and throw my head back, closing my eyes again.

I feel him stroking in and out as he starts to massage my clit. Unbelievably, I respond. I feel myself getting warmer and wetter and I feel him going even deeper. It’s hurting less and starting to feel really good. I open my legs wider as he surges forward, bottoming out inside me and it feels amazing. He locks his hands around my waist and rolls me on top of him. This feels so much better, as my hands and arms are numbed and losing sensation. I struggle to get upright, but am forced to lay on him, my corseted breasts smashed into his hairy chest. I can’t see who, but someone behind me is undoing the hooks on my corset. The freedom is welcome and I can breath easier. The undergarment is completely removed, leaving me totally naked and vulnerable. I can feel Vince’s chest hair teasing my nipples as he resumes stroking into me. My cheek is laid on his shoulder and he feels firm and warm.

He looks over my shoulder and nods at someone behind me. A greased cock probes an my backside. I try to resist again, but am helpless. I tense and squeeze my butt cheeks together, trying to deny entry. Vince starts to massage my shoulders and says, “Relax, honey. It’ll feel better if you do. Concentrate on how good this feels.” I try to do as he says and feel the tip of a wet penis glide up and down, massaging my ass crack. It starts to penetrate, and I whimper into my gag, trying not to tense up again. Jesus, the pain is unreal! I can’t get away! I squeeze my eyes tight and try to think of something else. That is so hard to do with a huge dick inside me and another forcing it’s way in! With an unexpected force after the initial explorations, it burns it’s way deep inside my asshole. I didn’t think I had any tears left, but I feel them running down my face. It’s getting hard to breathe through the tears. I am light-headed.
Vince resumes stroking in and out under me, coordinating his rhythm with whoever’s behind me. I stay as still as I can, hoping I’m not ripped open. After the first assault from behind, I realize I can feel both cocks inside me, rubbing against each other through that thin partition inside my body. The men seem to really get off on this and work together to keep that perfect rhythm. The pain is still there, but every time Vince strokes into me, his body rubs against my clit. I am so aroused and turned on. Something about the position of the stranger behind me rubs a spot inside my body that I never even knew existed and it feels so good. Pain and pleasure mingle and fight for dominance as they increase their speed. The friction builds and brings me to orgasm against my will. I scream my release into the satin and silk filling my mouth as I raise my upper body on and off of Vince’s chest, rubbing my breasts against him. He grabs my huge tits and support me with them as he comes inside, driving himself deeper. I feel his sperm, hot and wet, filling me. To my surprise, he is able to bury all 10 inches inside as his body shudders and presses into my groin.

The penis behind me shoves inside hard and deep and is pulled out so slowly. I can feel every inch leave my body. I can’t believe that it all fit. The relief at having that hard cock out of my ass is brief. I’m jerked off of Vince’s body and flipped onto my back. It’s Roger. I should have known. My arms and hands protest and ache at the abuse. Roger shoves his cock into my face and sneers, “Suck it off you dirty cunt! Can you smell your own shit? Taste it!” and forces his organ into my mouth and down my throat. I am feeling so exhausted I don’t even try to resist. Really, there is hardly any taste at all besides the lubricant, which is rather fruity. I try my best to participate, but it is so hard with my arms twisted behind and under me. He pulls out of my mouth and slaps me again. I barely react this time. I just close my eyes and lay my head to the side. He moves away and finishes by masturbating and ejaculating into my face, asking me to open my mouth.

I continue to stay quiet and limp with my eyes closed. I feel someone removing my gag and restraints, but don’t have the energy to open my eyes. I’m beyond caring. I start to drift into unconsciousness or sleep, where it is warmer and safer when cold water is poured onto my face. I open my eyes, sputtering. “Hey Jenny girl, you’ve got one more.”, crooned the one named Brett. The one with the camera. He turns around, camera still in hand. “Hey fellas! Who’s gonna film me?”, he yells and tosses the recorder to Don. “You do it. You got to go first anyway. Be sure and get my good side.“, he jokes and looks down at me. I’m no longer restrained, but the fight in me is gone. I’ve been fucked hard and violated in every hole by three men while they filmed it. He mounts me, bringing my legs up over his shoulders and rides me hard. I stay boneless and don’t resist. This makes him unhappy. He curses me and slaps my face and breasts lightly, hoping for more response. When none is forthcoming, he pulls out and straddles my ribcage. Putting his large, fat chubby between my breasts, he squeezes my tits hard around his prick and fucks me while spitting on my chest for lubrication. He whoops when he comes, screaming, “Oh my god!” and gives me a generous pearl necklace as exhaustion takes over and I finally pass into oblivion.
When I wake up, it is late morning and I am alone. The beer bottles and an empty fifth of Jack are all that is left of the four men. As I climb off the bed, I realize that I am shaking and have to sit for a while. I’m sore everywhere and there is some blood on the sheets. I look between my legs and see more blood. I realize that I have been torn, but not badly. I take a shower, scrubbing hard to remove the filth and abuse from the previous night. I smell of old sex, cologne and stale sweat. I get dressed, grab my bag and purse and leave. I feel like I’ve been in an accident, but despite the trauma, I try not to admit, not even to myself, that part of me enjoyed it.

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We sit anxiously on the plane, awaiting our landing. It seems like it has taken an eternity to get to this paradise away from the smog and crowdedness of the city. We peer out the window, the most beautiful blue water below us, encircling small coral reefs and sharks swimming frantically for a meal. We brace for touchdown, your hand gripping my thigh tightly. I do the same, except under your skirt, I smirk at the gesture. You let out a giggle as we are finally on the ground. As we get off the plane the tropical sun at dusk hits us, warm, almost sensual in touch. We grab our things and hail a cab for the twenty-minute ride to the beachfront villa we have for the next few days.

We get into the cab and wind down the palm-lined road. Your hand reaching for my crotch, you squeeze and rub hard and slow, just the way I like it. My eyes watching the driver, I lean to kiss your neck and my hand darting for your pussy under your skirt. Hand slowly sliding up your thigh, pinching your pussy and rubbing your clit through your already soaked panties. You let out a soft moan and the driver looks, whatever dude. We both laugh as we continue to the hotel.

We check in, and walk down to the beautiful villa. We enter, drop our bags and grab some drinks from the top shelf stocked bar we have in the room. Our villa secluded from the others, I make us celebratory Mojitos. We walk out to the deck, sit, smoke, drink, making out.

As we finish our delicious refreshing beverages you whisper, “Porn?” I respond in typical fashion, smirking.

We go inside, I wash out the glasses as you grab some things from your suitcase and head to the bathroom. I toss my shirt and shorts to ground; boxer briefs will do just fine for watching educational material. I pop in the DVD and pause it on the first scene, awaiting your return. You emerge to my surprise, wearing black lace boy shorts, black lace bra and boots. God you look amazing, my cock getting hard just looking at you and your tits practically jumping out of your bra.

“Ready to watch?” you say. “Mmmm hmmm” I mutter just barely.

You lay beside me, reaching for the remote to hit play your tits smothering me, ahhh I forgot how lovely that is. You press play and you lay next to me. We wait for the scene to commence.

As the scene begins, your hand rests on my thigh just above the knee. Your other hand sliding slowly down between your tits and stomach, under the waist of your panties. You moan as your fingers glide over your clit, your other hand sliding up my thigh. We watch intently for a few minutes, studying the performers on the screen. Your hand reaching under my boxers, you grip my cock hard, like never before. Copying what you see on the TV, you are stroke for stroke with her. My hand next to you slides under your panties joining yours. I tease your pussy lips and ass, not entering you. Feeling how wet you are makes me harder in your grip. You rub your clit slowly while stroking me slowly.

My other hand joins yours on my cock. You push my hand away, wanting it all for you. We watch, studying, analyzing what we see. You tell me to lay sideways on the bed so you can watch. As the scene gets heavy, you pull my boxers off, diving for my cock. I brush your hair back to watch your mouth engulf my throbbing cock.

Your eyes glance up at me, then back to the screen. Matching her on the TV motion for motion, you are sucking my cock so hard it’s overwhelming. I buck my hips and you push them back down, having me play the same role of the man on screen. You stroke and suck deeply, your other hand playing with my balls. You lick my shaft up and down, stroking while sucking just the head of my cock. You lick downward and suck my balls, then travel lower and suck and lick my taint. Scene for scene you are performing, and its unfuckin real. Your tongue flicking on my taint, and then sucking my balls then up my shaft and into your mouth. Your hand and mouth working as one, up and down, twisting and stroking hard.

As the next scene starts the woman on screen begins to lather her body in baby oil. You look up at me, smiling you get up and reach for the bedside table. I had not noticed that you set a bottle of baby oil after coming out of the bathroom. You stand up one leg on the bed, and cover yourself in oil. Your tits glistening in the light, your boy shorts soaked with oil. You turn around showing me your delicious ass, pouring oil all over it. You climb onto me, straddling my face. I pull your panties to the side, oil dripping down on me. My tongue slowly licking between your pussy lips, tasting your sweetness. You are dripping all over my face, which has me grab your wet ass and pull you down onto to me.

Sucking hard on your clit, my fingers slide easily into your pussy and ass. You let out a light moan, approving of such violations. Fingers and mouth would together; you grind your perfect pussy on my face. I feel your pussy pulse, you grind harder and cum all over my face. My fingers clenched by your pussy, I thrust them harder and faster inside you. You cum again and grind on my face harder. Soaked in your wetness and oil, I push you back off of me, your head hanging off the end of the bed. I stand up and straddle your face, and stroke my cock above you.

“Yes please, “ you say seductively. I slide my cock into your mouth and start to thrust. Your hand gripping my balls, the other massaging your swollen clit. I slap your tits hard, turning them red and pinching your nipples. I keep one hand there, the other reaching for your pussy to join your hand.

I thrust hard and keep my cock in the back of your throat, you hitting my ass to release you. I allow it for a moment, before slamming back in. I pull out and grab a handful of hair, leading you over to the bar. I stand behind you, slapping your ass and removing your boy shorts. I tell you to sit on the bar stool with your ass hanging off. Watching the screen, we wait to see what happens next. I grab an handful of hair mimicking the TV, bite your neck, smack your again, grab my cock, and slam deep in your ass. “Fuck!” you scream in both pleasure and pain. You hold onto the bar for support, as I am balls deep inside your ass. Slow, deep thrusts into your tight ass. I pull out, holding your ass open as they do on screen and slowly slide my cock all the way back in.

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Timmy reread the ad, as the bus roared up the hill and diesel fumes wafted through the open window to upset his already nervous stomach. Wanted, a personal servant to attend to my every need. Must be a male with boyish looks, at least 18, but no older. Must be no more than five-foot five inches tall or shorter. Must be thin and small. Generally, the smaller the better. Applicants must respond by email for further instructions on how to apply. No experience needed.

Timmy desperately needed this job. He was out of work, out of his rented room, and out of luck! He seemed to fit the requirements, but he stank at interviews and knew he didn’t have a chance. But, what else could he do? He had only the clothes on his back, a couple of dollars he had panhandled, and an empty stomach. He wanted to eat, but he had to save the two dollars for the bus! He couldn’t walk to the interview, for it was too far!

The only other possibility was to prostitute himself to any who wanted to use him. The idea scared him! He was still a virgin with no idea how to please anyone sexually! Besides, he was painfully shy!

At the library, Timmy used a computer, and a free email account to answer the ad. What he got in return were a set of bizarre instructions that he thought were a joke. He was to give the following personal information: Height and weight. Bald or not? Must have little or no body hair. Specify penis length and thickness. Any emotional attachments such as: family, girlfriends, friends, or ex-coworkers? Willingness to submit to strict rules and punishment for disobedience? If he past the written requirements, he would then report to a Doctor Morbt for a blood test and complete physical at no cost to him.

His face grew red with shame as he furtively typed in the extremely personal information. Finishing the form he clicked the send button, then waited for a response. To his surprise he received a reply an hour later informing him to report to the office of Dr. Morbt at the inclosed address between the hours of eight a.m. to five p.m. Monday through Friday. He glanced at the clock on the wall and knew he could just make it if he hurried!

At the doctor’s office, he soon learned the doctor and her nurse were a couple of older women that loved to humiliate young boys. She checked out every inch of his body including the size of his penis. He remembered the doctor fondling herself, while he stood naked in front of her. Then her nurse lubricated his penis, and expertly stroked the shaft stopping, to his frustration, just before he could cum and measured its overall size!

With the examination completed the doctor said, “If you want me to send your employer a good report, you’re going to be required to suck our pussies!”

“I don’t know how?” Timmy confessed.

The doctor laughed at him at him and told her nurse, “Get him ready for his first lesson!”

The nurse strapped the naked boy onto the exam table while the doctor stripped off all her clothes. Doctor Morbt straddled the confused boy’s face and pulled her pussy lips open wide.

Then she sat down, smothering the frightened boy and ordered, “Lick me good whore or the nurse well make you hurt!”

Timmy did not obey, so the doctor nodded to the nurse who began to squeeze Timmy’s balls.

Muffled screams emerged from beneath the Doctor’s ass, as the doctor again ordered, “Suck my pussy, NOW!”

This time Timmy obeyed, spurred on by the nurse who began to suck and bite down on Timmy’s sore balls. After two hours of play, Timmy was finally allowed to leave.
He sat nervously on the seat as the bus bounced over the hill, past the outskirts of town, and to an area he had never seen before! These didn’t look like houses, but small universities! He thought this can’t be right. Now, he was on the last leg of his ordeal, and he wondered if this was a cruel joke! Why would someone in a mansion hire a bum like me?

In front of what seemed to be the largest of these homes, the bus stopped and the driver hollered back to him, “Hey, kid! This is your stop! Are you actually going in there?” he asked.

“I guess so. Why not?” he nervously asked.

“It’s none of my business what you do! Come on! Get off! I don’t have all day!” the driver complained.

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It was the summer after my senior year of High School. I had just woke up from sleeping in on a lazy Saturday morning, the sound from my alarm on my phone. The time shown was exactly 11:00 am. My memory raced back to me. My flight was to leave in two hours. I double checked the calendar to make sure it was the right day. It was right. July 4, 2012, it read. I get out of bed and started to get ready to go, and around 12:15 i was walking out the door to have my mom drive me to the airport so I wouldn’t have to leave my car in the parking lot for a week in the burning heat.

As we drove down the highway I kept thinking to myself the reasons I’m even going out of town in the first place. Getting bored, I fiddle with the camera in my bag in front of me on the floor, it was my graduation present. It was a Cannon T3I 18 Megapixel EOS Rebel. The camera I had picked out since my freshman year of High School. As far as my parents knew, I was going to a last-minute internship with a professional photographer to help make my portfolio for the college I was going to in the fall. But I was the only one that knew the real reason I was going to Indiana was to see my secret lover, Carson Morozza.

Okay so he wasn’t exactly my so-called lover, but he was an online friend that I had a huge thing for, and by thing I mean attraction. It was a huge lust I had burning for him, and he knew it too. For the past nine months I had been saving up every other paycheck I got from work to be able to buy the ticket for this trip, and nothing was going to stop me. Lucky for me, he knew how to forge the paperwork so my parents actually bought the whole ordeal about me having an internship to begin with.

Before I knew it, we were at the airport and my phone was ringing like crazy. I hurried to answer it, eager to hear his voice on the other end, telling me that he caught up with something at work and might be a little late getting to the airport to pick me up. I told him it was okay and that I’ll be fine. He even promised that it wouldn’t interfere with the plans he had for him and I that night. Besides, He didn’t need to stress about me, I was the one doing all the stressing. We hadn’t even known each other a year and here I was, flying all the way from Atlanta, Georgia, to Anderson, Indiana.

After getting off the phone with him, I headed to the attendance desk after checking the monitors to find out my flight time and which terminal to be in. Realizing I only had about ten minutes, I ran across the huge Atlanta airport with two minutes to spare. Whew. After I boarded the plane it all seemed a blur to me, because I am pretty sure I had fallen asleep as soon as I sat down in my seat. Although I did have a semi-rude awakening due to the intensity of the volume on the plane intercom. “Passengers please fasten your seat belts for landing…” Within minutes, the plane was on the ground and I was walking out the tunnel from the plane into the terminal of the Indianapolis airport.

As soon as I had passed the gates and was standing in the terminal, I instantly started looking around for him. I didn’t see him within the first few minutes I was there… So to pass some time i went over to a bench and put my stuff down and pulled out my camera to see how the zoom worked on it. I was looking through the lens on the camera and fiddling around with the zoom on it, looking around the airport with it when i came across an adorable yet sexy, long blonde-haired guy in the airport, leaning against a wall, looking down at the book in his hands. It looked like a perfect shot of natural photography so I zoomed in a bit closer and snapped a picture. I couldn’t see what he was reading, but what instantly caught my attention was the jacket the guy was wearing. It was a black & grey jacket, with something embroidered on the sleeve, near the cuff of his right jacket sleeve. I zoomed in even closer to see the writing. It read out to be “Red nk” embroidered in bright red thread. My mouth dropped. It was Carson.

Trying not to drop my camera in the process, I hurried to put it away before walking–practically running over to where he was at. I approached him slowly and while I was trying to act smooth while walking by, I failed to notice my shoelace was untied and fell over my feet, right in front of him. Seeing me, he instantly closed the book and leaned down to help me up. Still sitting on the floor looking up at him, I froze for a moment, admiring the features of his face. What really pulled my attention to him wasn’t his smile or the way his hair fell in front of his face, it was his eyes. He had the most amazing deep-blue sapphire eyes that I had ever seen in my life. For that moment, I had forgotten my own name. I was speechless.

It took me about two whole minutes for reality to sink back in before I realized what had been going on. He held out his hand to help me up from my fall, and I took it cautiously, trying to maintain my balance this time. I said thanks for the help up before pausing to catch his name. “Oh, I’m Carson, by the way…and you are?” he asked. I almost froze again. “I-I’m… um…” I stuttered frantically while trying to remember my name. He noticed my jacket I was wearing and asked me about it. “Ella, is it?” He said, glancing down at the embroidery in my dance team jacket from school. I opened my mouth to respond before finally choking on the words to say to him. “No, it’s actually Victoria… My teammates call me Ella because of my middle name, Arabella.”

He looks down to me and smiled. Noticing the height difference between us, it was an exact foot difference. Him being six-foot-three and myself being five-foot-three in height. I look up to him shyly, like a kid embarrassed for doing something they shouldn’t have when he smiled down at me and spoke to me again. “Victoria, it’s been nine months too long to wait for this.” he said before leaning down to me and reaching his hands around my waist and pulling me in for a mind-blowing kiss, just like in the movies. I felt electric shocks run through my body at the feel of his lips on mine. Within reflex, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with all of the energy I had in that moment. God, this was absolutely perfect. As soon as he pulled away we exchanged the same glance, knowing what the other wanted and he practically dragged me across the airport to go get my luggage so we could get going for his so-called “surprise” he had for me that night.

As we walked out the front door of the airport, me dragging my suitcase behind me, grateful I had brought the one on wheels, I was in awe when I saw him pull up to the doors of the building in his car. My god was I lucky. Not only was he good looking and a hell of a kisser, he had a 2012 Shelby Cobra Crimson-Red Mustang GT convertible. I tossed my suitcase and camera bag on the backseat and got in. As soon as I got the door closed, we took off. within the next 5 minutes we were on the interstate, me being clueless to where we were going, or not even caring at that point in time. We had been driving a little over an hour or so when the sun started to set.

A little after what I want to say was seven or eight at night, We pulled up to a huge building that looked like a mansion in my opinion. As we walked inside I looked around the room in amazement, if I hadn’t of known any better, I would have said the place was much more than even a five-star hotel, it was like the kind of hotel a celebrity would stay in on vacation. While I was still wandering around, admiring the decor, he came up behind me and sneakily wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me to his side to walk with him, flashing a shiny green room key-card in front of me as we approached the bright golden doors of the elevator.

On what seemed like the top floor of the hotel, he released his grip from around me, and led me to a door with the room number 918. I laughed quietly at the joke, realizing the pun within the numbers. We walked in the room, me first, him following behind me. My stomach instantly tied in knots when i heard the door lock behind me. Feeling the heat in the room, I slid my jacket off, placing it on the bed next to me. Turning around to face him, As he took a few steps closer, I felt the nervousness in my stomach get worse. I looked for another way out of the room, since he was blocking the door. I ended up going out on to the balcony outside, looking up at the stars, talking to myself for a few minutes.

I heard him walk up behind me when I turned to face him and said, “Maybe this is a mistake, maybe I shouldn’t have come all the way out here…” I got cut off by him shutting me up with another amazing mind-blowing kiss. I pulled away to walk in to the room, basically regretting traveling all the way up here just to back out. As soon as I reached for the door, he pulled my arm back, turning me to face him and slams the door behind me. Suddenly, next thing I know I’m being pinned against the wall, as he’s kissing and biting my neck, one of his hands holding my arms above my head so I cant push him off, and his other hand feeling the curves of my left side, stopping on my hip and gripping it, pulling me closer to him as he bites down harder on my neck, making my lust burn for him even more.

Everything was happening so fast that I don’t even remember how I got from being pinned to the wall one minute, to being on the king-sized bed the next. All I was aware of now was the intense make-out session we were currently in. I was laying on my back on the bed, him on top of me, grinding against my body fiercely, making it very clear that he was highly aroused at the situation, I had my hands wrapped around his neck, kissing him passionately as he moved from my lips to my neck, kissing it gently before beginning to bite it teasingly, knowing that was my biggest turn-on spot. As he bit down harder on my neck, my back began to arch slightly, pressing my body up against his before he pushed me back down and began to slowly yet teasingly undo each button on my blouse one by one, driving me crazy at the urge to want to get it off of me.

As soon as my shirt was out of the picture, I reached around to the collar of his t-shirt and begin to start tugging on it roughly, ripping the collar of it before yanking it off of him. Catching a glimpse of what I was wearing underneath the blouse, he pulled away from me for a moment to look my body over eagerly. Feeling his eyes roam my body, I get even more turned on in the moment, trying to reach down between us to get my jeans off when I instead reached for him, feeling the outside of his jeans, noticing how extremely hard he was already. Looking up at him and smirking, I grabbed his belt buckle and undid it slowly. Then yanked it off of him and tossed it to the side of the bed. I undid the button of his jeans and tugged on them, giving him a signal to get out of them. I wanted him more than ever right at that moment then I had ever wanted him before. After he got his jeans off, he went straight after mine, surprisingly getting them off with much ease.

Laying underneath him, only in my bra and underwear still, I felt his hands roam my entire body while kissing me passionately. My body felt like it was on fire from his touch. Before I knew it, the last of his clothes were already gone and he had just unhooked my bra while my back had been arched. I felt his warm breath on my skin as he kissed from my lips to my neck down to my chest, arousing me even more in want for him. Suddenly, I felt the heat of his breath on my hip-line as he dragged my underwear down my legs with his teeth. Damn, that move made things a whole lot more interesting. Feeling his hands roam my body once more now that I was completely unclothed, I burned in the moment. We passionately kissed and grinded against each other skin to skin.

He softly whispered in my ear, “Victoria, tell me what you want, this is your first, I’ll do anything to make it perfect.” Before I quieted him with another passionate kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. I softly whispered to him with a simple request. “Fuck me now, fast, and as hard as you can. Don’t hold back because you’re my first, I can handle it.” I pulled him closer before sinking my teeth into his neck, showing him that I can handle being rough. Before he went all the way with me, he teased me even more by spreading my legs and flicking the outer lips of my pussy with his tongue. Damn he knew how to tease me. Feeling his tongue there was nearly the greatest thing he could do to me. One minute he’s plunging his tongue into me and then the next thing I know I’m moaning loudly at a mixture of pain and pleasure as he enters me with his rock-hard cock, thrusting into me slowly. The pleasure being the stronger emotion over the pain of losing my virginity.. Eighteen years of innocence gone in a flash, which at this point, I really didn’t care. After years of being naive I finally knew the feeling of pure ecstasy, and my god was it a good feeling.

I pulled his face to mine as we passionately kissed while he thrusted into me, increasing his speed each time, driving me purely mad, because he knew he was hitting my G-spot, which was driving me over the edge with pleasure. We went on like this… He teased my body while fucking me, doing everything he could from kissing me intensely to biting on my neck, even to sucking gently but roughly on my nipples, making me arch my back so high that even I was surprised that I was that flexible.

What seemed like hours later, I started moaning loudly into the kissing as my body shivered before tensing up completely. As soon as I reached my arms to the side to cling to the sheets on the bed, his body tensed with mine as we both lost control and came at the same moment, causing him to get weak and fall on the bed beside me. Both of us sounded completely relieved after what seemed like forever.

Sitting up in the bed, he looked down to me, hiding behind the hair in front of my face and pulls on my arm to sit me up in the bed next to him. Wrapping his arms around me, I end up cuddling with him while sitting on his lap when he reaches for something on the nightstand next to the bed. Watching him carefully, he hands me a little silver box with a blue bow on it. I open the box to see a shiny silver-chrome ring on a necklace chain sitting in the box. I pick it up out of the box to read the writing on it. It read “and she will be loved” engraved on the outer part in black cursive writing. Tilting the ring to read the inner engraving , it read just two letters with a symbol in the middle, reading out to say “V & C” in the same writing, but in smaller letters.

As I turned slightly so he could put the necklace on me, he told me to look outside to see part of the surprise he had planned. Looking outside through the balcony doors I could see fireworks filling the night sky. Pulling me back in his arms, almost cradling me, he looked down and kissed me softly on the forehead. He said, “I love you Victoria, always.” while looking deep into my eyes. With that I curled up into his arms with my head on his chest and fell asleep smiling, knowing that I was truly loved after all.

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When I turned forty, I decided to travel to the east coast. There was no particular reason except that I was restless. Katy had moved on, and really after her, not many stood a chance. So I figured I could use a holiday.

I had left bartending and become a manager at “sprawl mart. There was an opportunity to transfer to Virginia. Not many wanted to leave Texas, but I was ready and very willing. So, I applied, and after two phone interviews, I was hired. I immediately quit my job, sublet my apartment and headed up to Blue Ridge Mountain territory.

Being a cheap bastard, I decided to drive and pocket the rest of the moving allowance. I could think of better things I could do with the relocation money besides buying a plane ticket. Besides, I would really miss my truck if I had left it behind.

Taking a week of vacation time, I planned on enjoying this ride. The route I chose took me to Atlanta, Georgia, and then cut up north. I got the cheapest motel room I could find and hit the best barbecue joint the locals could recommend. Because of the area I stayed in, it was easy to find some real “home town folks who told me where to get some authentic BBQ and ice cold beer.

With only two wrong turns, I arrived at Fat Matt’s just in time for the band. They were still serving sandwiches and baked potatoes, along with beer from an iced down metal tub. I bought two sandwiches and two beers to start and found a corner table to hide at. I’m a voyeur, and corner tables are my favorite spots, especially a dark corner in a smoked filled room. There’s something about that whole scene that makes beer and BBQ complete – well, that and the band.

Fat Back Deluxe churned the air with Mercy Me while I began to enjoy my evening in
Atlanta. Ah, but the trick was to enjoy the evening and not miss Katy. You see, that lovely piece of God’s most beautiful handiwork introduced me to the blues. The first time I heard Cleo’s Mood, I understood why sax and sex went hand in hand. People talk about the piano. They talk about the guitar. For me the sound that went down to my balls and woke up my soul came from that j-shaped horn. Ever notice how the sax looks like it’s got a hard on? Think about it.

I can’t do anything around the blues without thinking about Katy, so I drank my beer slowly, allowing each mouthful to wash over my tongue and then slide slowly down, hoping to wash her memory down as well. But I’ll be damned if her shadow didn’t linger, her fine ass seductively swaying to every note. Damn, I said aloud as I finished the first of three more beers.

While I pressed the cold glass of my fourth beer to my lips, a voice broke the thick smoke and called towards me. “You alone?

I tried to see her, but all I could make out was her shape outlined by the dim bar lights and neon reflections off the stage. She was about five seven, plenty of legs curving into shapely hips, a firm torso with about a mouthful of breasts and crowned with dark, shoulder length hair.

“Have a seat, I half-yelled, standing up and pulling the stool out, trying to take note of the face that belonged to the body. Sun Shines Down made for a great background effect as she introduced herself. Diana.

As I took the lighter out of my pocket and lit her cigarette, I caught a glimpse of her face. She did not disappoint, and I smiled, pulling my hand back and putting the lighter back in my pants. When Country Boy began, I asked her to dance, and we hit the floor. I held her close, our hips rolling to the bass. We turned corners quick and sharp, with a long slide away and then back into each other’s arms. She was damn good. Not as good as Katy, but she sure made the memories begin to fade, at least for a moment.

We danced a couple more numbers before the band took a break, and I retrieved more beer for us both. When I returned, we had a quick chance to talk a little. She lived in New Orleans but was in Atlanta for a business conference and had come out to blow off some steam. I was happy to oblige.

After the band finished their set, she invited me to her hotel room. The lounge was still open, so we went in and had another drink before going up. To be honest, I felt horny as hell, but there’s one thing you learn if you have any sense about you “ you never rush a woman. Might as well say goodnight and give yourself a hand job. Ain’t gonna happen unless it’s in her own time, my friends.

She bullshitted through two martinis and now a glass of wine. The drunker Diana got, the more she talked, and we finally got to the topic of favorite sexual experiences.

“He was older, of course, but God, he was so good looking. Even that age, I knew how to pick a man, she began as she sipped her merlot, leaving a shimmer of lipstick on the edge of the glass.

“I can’t tell you how much I miss him. He was a grease monkey and a friend of my brother’s. My favorite memory is of him visiting my grandparent’s house to play cards. This one night, I knew he was coming over, and I made sure to wear these shorts that cut just under my butt cheeks. I had a nice ass back in the day. You might not be able to tell now, but my buns were round and tight, Priest.

“They’re holding up quite well if you ask me, I coyly replied, lifting my glass in a toast to her ass before taking a sip of jack.

“You’re sweet, honey, Diana smiled and reached over to pat my hand. I looked into her dark blue eyes and smiled back. Then, she took another sip and left her hand on mine as she continued.

“I couldn’t help but feel so beautiful when he kissed me in the hallway on his way to the bathroom. I regretted feeling scared when he asked me to come to the bathroom with him, and I backed away and returned to the living room without saying another word. I wish I would have, but he turned out to be worth the wait.

“So, just that one kiss and then what?

“We’d been flirting around for a while. I’d find every excuse I could to sit on his lap, bring him a beer, for which he always hugged me and slid his hand discreetly down my waist and patted or playfully squeezed my butt. I often found excuses to go the garage and see him, taking him a soda or a beer. One time I walked in on him when he was taking a piss. I backed out but not before looking straight down and catching a glimpse of his penis.

I snickered. “Did you like what you saw?

“What do you think?

I pulled two of my fingers from under her palm and put them on top of her hand and stroked her soft skin. Diana seemed pleased, grinning seductively. I was liking where this was going. “So, then what, I said, breaking the silence.

“Well, you know the old folks believed in fresh eggs. So, one morning Ross dropped by and said he’d go and pick up the eggs for breakfast and asked me if I wanted to go. Of course I didn’t say no. I was hoping he would make a move while we were out, and my heart beat harder and harder in anticipation until he did.

As we drove down the two lane highway, he told me to scoot over next to him, and when I did, he put his arm around me. Only a few minutes passed when he moved his hand down over my shoulder and reached for my breasts, putting his big strong hand over the one and massaging it until my little nipple stood way high.’

I licked my lips, trying to remain in control, but my dick was another story. I reached down and unzipped my pants slightly. I knew I’d end up with zipper burn if this kept up. Diana took another swallow of wine and then continued, not noticing or pretending not to notice my maneuver.

“I didn’t care if this was right or wrong, Priest. He made me feel so good. I enjoyed my breast being played with, even him pinching my nipple a little hard. The slight pain surprised me and excited me even more. Ross asked me if I liked what he was doing. I embarrassedly whispered that I did as he turned down a dirt road and started slowing down.

I smiled and chuckled knowing what was coming as I took another sip of my drink. Hell, this was what I lived for, and I just enjoyed the ride. And was getting hornier and hornier by the minute.

“He asked me if he could pull over for a minute so we could talk. I knew what he meant, and I shook my head in agreement as he looked for a place to pull over. While he maneuvered, I prayed he wouldn’t stop manipulating my breast, and he didn’t, but he put his hand under my shirt and bra and felt me up, pinching and rolling the nipple between his thick rough fingers.

I tried to look calm as my cock started testing the strength my fly. I ran my fingers over her hand gently, indicating my ever increasing interest in what she had to say.

His was so cool, and I felt completely excited when he pulled beside a cypress tree and parked behind the brush so we wouldn’t be seen. I thought I’d lose my breath as Ross leaned over and pulled my mouth to his. He kissed me deeply, his tongue gently prying open my lips and dipping inside, exploring my own tongue and then retreating back into his mouth. He tasted like beer, and I loved it. And he smelled good. Rossi always did. Chaps, I believe it was.

As we kissed, Ross took my hand and put it on his crotch, rubbing my fingers over the ever-swelling mound. I was a little startled ’cause I could feel it throbbing. Ross pulled me real close to him and then he put my hand on his thigh and unzipped his pants, pulling out his beautiful candy pink cock.

My eyes opened wide in amazement as Ross helped me massage his dick into full erection. The purple head matched perfectly with the now deep rose color of his hard flesh. I wasn’t sure what to do with it, but I knew I wanted it. He kissed me again, and then guided my head downward. He told me not to be afraid as my mouth instinctively opened and his hot cock slipped inside. I tasted the salty-sweet pre-cum first and didn’t know quite what to make of it, but I closed my eyes and let my tongue explore the ridges and veins, the smooth sections in between and the crown of the ever-bulging head. I liked it.

So do I, I thought trying to keep my composure and continue to look genuinely more interested in what she had to say than in the hard on that was getting harder to ignore. I could have turned her over and fucked her on the table right then and there. Flashes of that scene kept creeping in, and I reached down and rubbed my crotch, trying to calm my throbbing cock down. I was having trouble, to tell you the truth, but her voice brought me back into her presence quite quickly.

“Ross asked if I was okay, and I nodded yes as I continued to suck his cock deeper into my mouth. Ross helped me get a rhythm until he began to spew. The ejaculation surprised me, but I drank it in as best I could and continued to suck the hot cum out of his dick hole like trying to get a thick sip of malt out of a small straw. When he told me how sweet I was, how good I made him feel, I knew I didn’t want to stop there. I raised my head from his crotch and looked at him. He smiled sweetly as he to me to take a sip of my coke and told me to swirl it around and then spit it out the window like mouthwash. I did everything he told me to.

Then he said, You like it, baby? Will you let me touch your panties? I wanna see if you’re wet, making me melt with his soft, dark brown eyes. I shook my head indicating that he could go right ahead. Ross reached over and leaned the seat back. I followed suit and breathed heavily as he reached under the band of my shorts and felt the crotch of my underwear.

He found out that not only was I wet, I was soaked, as he rubbed my crotch and then moved his hand under the material and touched my clit. I thought I’d shoot straight up out of the seat when I felt the tip of his finger rolling over my moistened hood, and I closed my eyes and moaned as he continued to excite me.

Leaning close, he pressed his lips tightly against mine, taking my breath as he worked his hands up and around the waistband of both my shorts and panties and tugged them down off my legs. I complied willingly, pulling my feet up as he freed the lower half of my body from its covering.

Ross took his time returning to my crotch, rubbing his rough hand slowly up my leg, stopping at my thighs and playing with spots that sent goose bumps all over my arms and legs. He laughed slightly as he felt my flesh reacting to his touch and then kissed me again while following the rest of my leg into the soft flesh waiting for him. As his fingers slid up and down my slick cunt, I licked my lips. I wanted more.

Soon, I found myself reaching down and pushing his hand towards my pussy hole. Ross obliged with an Are you sure, darlin, in that sweet sexy Texas country boy drawl. I told him Yes with a big breath as he reached down and pushed two fingers inside my pussy. I thought I’d die as he finger fucked me. His fingers were so thick, and it hurt, but I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

Once when I opened my eyes, I looked down at his crotch and watched his bright pink cock dancing wildly while he fingered me, putting in two more fingers and spreading my hole out more and more. I was getting used to his fingers and smiled, closing my eyes and enjoying every moment. Gently, Ross kissed me again, and then pulled his fingers out. I looked at him just in time to see that country grease monkey put them in his mouth and suck my juices down his throat. He told me, Mmmmm, you taste so good. Can I fuck you, baby?

I felt scared, but I liked him so much, and I liked what we’d been doing. I was afraid to say no. I was afraid he’d stop and never do it again, and God knows I didn’t want that to happen. I really felt like saying no, but the truth is I liked the attention, and everything Ross had done to me felt so good. So I said, Sure, we can fuck.

Ross grinned michieviously while he reached down and flipped the knob that slid the seat back far enough so that he could climb over and position himself above me. He gently helped me opened my legs, putting one leg in the driver’s seat and hanging the other one out the open window. Ross looked at me and then whispered in my ear, You’re so sweet, honey. I’m gonna do my best not to hurt you, but you know it’s gonna hurt a little. Your pussy’s so small and tight. I’m sorry, but you’re so beautiful.

I ran my hand up the front of Ross’ t-shirt, feeling the pounding beneath his muscular pecs. His hard body felt so good against my soft hand. I wanted him to do this to me so badly and didn’t care if it was going to hurt. I just wanted to make him happy and continue to feel good myself.

Reaching down, I petted his throbbing cock, which ballooned and had turned a bright reddish purple from its previous candy pink tone. He closed his eyes as he braced himself, allowing me to play with his big dick and feel more comfortable with the idea. His pre-cum was thick and made stroking his mushroomed head a slick, smooth roll in the palm of my hand. Taking a deep breath, I told him to fuck me, trying to sound as grown-up as I could.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me while he reached down and took his dick in his hand. I pulled my legs up by the knees, determined to be as wide as possible for his entry. He was right. It did hurt. Just the amount of stretching it took to get his head in was almost too much for me at the time, and once he popped the tip of his cock in, he stopped for a minute to let me get used to it. He started rolling his hips slowly and working my pussy very carefully, pushing his body up high so his torso could rub my clit. Soon the pain gave way to pleasure, and I started rolling my hips in response.

Pressing slowly forward, he pushed more of his cock inside me. I could feel my cunt stretching more and more, and his cock seemed to be going straight through my gut it was so long. I closed my eyes and held my legs tight until I felt the tickle of his ball hair against my ass cheeks. I giggled. Ross looked at me and smiled before he kissed me again.

Yeah, that’s it, Ross breathed out while he fucked me slowly, with short thrusts at first and then long withdrawals and returns. He continued to rock back and forth, squeezing his tight round buns tighter and tighter. My pussy reacted quickly to the pleasure as I rocked with him, matching every thrust and moving my body beneath him.

My eyes felt like they were going to pop out as I tried to focus on Diana’s words. I held on to my cock as hard as I could, trying to keep from blowing up in my pants. Diana noticed the sweat dripping down the side of my face. She was amused. The wicked smile erupting through her full lips assured me that the only one I was fooling was myself. Diana moved to the seat directly next to me, leaned close and continued her tale within inches of my ear.

“So Rossi says, I’ve got to cum, baby. I’m gonna fuck you hard now, ’cause I’ve got to cum. Keep your eyes on me, darlin’. I want us to be looking right at each other when I shoot my load. Look at me.

I turned towards Diana as if the command was meant for me and met her lips tenderly. Diana reached over and slid her hand up my chest and over my shoulder as I wrapped one arm around her shoulders and one around her waist. Our mouths melted into one another, and we teased each other expertly with slight of tongue until we both retreated back into our drinks. After a refreshing swallow, she again leaned over but this time she put her hand on my thigh and began stroking towards my crotch as she completed her tale.

“I forced myself to stare into Rossi’s eyes. His passion roared like storm clouds, turning them so dark they almost appeared black. The intensity was overwhelming, and I quickly became lost in the way he looked at me, forgetting and relaxing as he began to hump me, fucking me hard, pressing an imprint of the seat into my back. I could feel the leather rubbing a burn into my ass as he continued until I felt the first hot bursts of his cum filling me.

The intense heat pouring into my cunt together with the piston-like action of his fucking pushed my senses into places I had never gone before. I wasn’t sure if I had a vaginal orgasm, but it sure felt like I had. When Ross was finished, he lay his body against mine, sweat dripping from his forehead down his neck and rolling over my wet skin. He smelled like spices and leather. I enjoyed smelling him as much as I enjoyed his fucking me.

Before he got up, Ross kissed me again, his tongue darting playfully in and out of my mouth. When he asked if I had cum, I looked at him and didn’t know what to say. I still did not understand all the sexual dynamics, but evidently my silence told him I needed a little help. Ross rolled over to the driver’s seat, taking his cunt soaked dick out of me and putting it back behind a closed zipper.

Then he asked, Do you play with yourself, put your fingers on your pussy and rub it ’til it feels good? I thought for a minute and then told him how I liked to lay underneath the water faucet in the bathtub and let the water tickle me. I told him how good it felt, and he informed me that I had been having orgasms already.

I blushed at the news. I felt rather stupid, but he hugged me and told me it was okay. He said he’d help me out and took my hand, putting it in between my lips and pushing my fingers onto my clit.

So then he told me to lay back and close my eyes and keep rubbing my pussy ’cause he was gonna do something that he knew would make me feel real good. Ross then reached down and put his fingers in my sore pussy. I winced a little, but he was gentle, and his touch soon felt soothing. I leaned back, allowing myself to trust him while I stroked my clit. Slowly, Ross pulled his fingers out and slid them down to my asshole. I jerked as he touched my puckered hole.

Ross patted my ass playfully and continued circling the entrance with the tip of his middle finger as he asked if I’d ever play with my butt hole. Yeah, I answered gleefully ashamed. Ross smiled and then kissed me, pressing his finger harder against my hole until the tip slipped in.

Closing my eyes, I leaned back again and breathed deeply as he pushed his finger all the way in. I gasped slightly at the wonderful feeling I got. Soon he was pumping in and out real slow as I rubbed my clit again.

While he fingered my ass, Ross pursed his lips and leaned down. Pressing his tongue on my clit, he licked up and down, dowsing my pussy with gobs of spit while he ate my cunt and fingered my ass. I smiled as I felt myself rush with the wonderful sensations he was giving me, and just when I was heading towards that tickle I got under the water faucet, he raised his head and told me to finish playing with myself.

Obediently, I put my hand back over my crotch. Soaked in spit and pussy juice, my clit was slick enough to glide over without discomfort. Soon, I felt the rush building again, an almost burning sensation right before I gasped and twitched with the wave pounding between my legs. Ross slid another finger in at the same time and fucked me quickly in rhythm with the pulse he felt in my ass. After my orgasm, he told me to pull up my pants so we could get the eggs and get back home.

We finished driving up to the Gardner house, picking up the fresh eggs waiting for us. All the way back to my grandparent’s house, I sat right next to Ross, leaning my head against him with my arms wrapped around his hard bicep. He kept his hand on my leg, rubbing it tenderly. From time to time I would reach over and pat his crotch, rubbing his bulge teasingly.

When we got near my grandparents’ place, he pulled over, and we kissed one last time, at least for that day. It’d be another month before I got to see him again, and I felt so sad about that. Until then, he gave me his phone number and told me to call him. Ross promised we could still have fun even when we weren’t together, and he would be glad to teach me how, and I could hardly wait to get back to home and call him.

“He was your first phone sex, too, then huh, I inquired, trying to concentrate even though I was ready to blow my load.

“Yes, but it’s late, and that’s another long story, Priest, Diana told me with a smile as she patted my inflated jeans, tipped the last of the wine down her throat and stood up. “Well?

“Well, what, ma’am?

“You wanna go up to my room?

“Thought you’d never ask. I stood up, carefully, and took her by the hand, walking over to the elevators and pulling her close as we waited for the doors to open and take us where we both would get some much needed relief.

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Nine months ago, Amy and I had our first encounter with my fantasy of sharing my wife with another man. It had happened in a sort of whirlwind fashion. I had not expected the encounter to happen so quickly, nor did I expect my wife to be willing to fuck someone else so quickly. I found my feelings about the situation to be mixed during the first couple of weeks following our encounter with Greg. Greg was a high school friend that I had recently become reacquainted before our night of exciting passion.

My feelings ranged from being very excited to being worried that my wife would continue to see Greg behind my back. I would relive the night of watching Amy suck Greg’s cock and take his load deep inside her pussy, all the while shuddering as Greg took her to new heights of orgasm. After Amy and Greg had finished our passionate, sexual tryst that ended with me entering my wife’s pussy completely filled by my friend’s joyful juice, Amy and I had retreated to our own bedroom, while Greg had went immediately to sleep in our guest room.

Amy immediately came into my arms and had urged our slow passionate love making. I could feel the mixture of Greg’s cum with my own and a feeling of remorse came over me. I loved my wife deeply, and although I wanted her to feel sexual excitement, I also wanted our marriage to continue to be blissfully happy.

As Amy and I made love, Amy guided me into her vagina and whispered into my ear that she had never felt so excited and ashamed at the same time. I whispered quiet assurances in her ear as we both reached climax together, her third time, and my second of the evening. As I rolled over to allow her to clean herself, she quickly jumped out of bed and disappeared in to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and her shuffling around as she entered the shower.

Amy’s shower continued for what seemed to be thirty minutes. When she emerged from the shower, she dressed in underwear and asked me to hold her. She began to cry and expressed to me her feelings of disappointment in herself and me. She told me that she needed to repent, not just because of the adultery she had just committed, but also because she had enjoyed it and felt excited about the night’s activities.

Amy then asked me to promise her this would never be discussed again and that I would limit my association to Greg to outings outside of the home. I told her that I could not promise this as I too had enjoyed the evening and I would not punish Greg for our so called “indiscretions” as this was her feelings, not mine.

Amy grew angry and asked me if I approved of her having sex with another man. I told her that as long as I was there, participating, I did not have a moral problem with her having sexual relations with someone we both approved of. Amy accused me of setting this night up, rolled over and quietly slipped off to sleep. I lay there thinking about what she said and I resolved to give her some space, reassure her of my love and continue to stay the course regarding my personal convictions.

Amy and I had awoken late the next day to find that Greg had quietly slipped out of the house leaving a note thanking us for the wonderful evening and dinner. He apologized to Amy for allowing things to get out of hand and asked me to call him. Amy asked me when I would call him and I replied that I would contact him later that evening. She kissed me and told me that she didn’t hate Greg and that he was welcome to come back as long as I was there and we all behaved ourselves. I agreed to her terms and she kissed me and told me that it would be a relief if our lives would get back to normal. I expressed my concerns to her that somehow the previous night’s activities could ruin our marriage.

My beautiful wife then wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me and whispered fiercely, “Never! I love you and this will not tear us apart! Things will be different, but my strong love for you is forever. We must go back to our moral convictions and never allow this to happen again.”

I was stunned. I found myself fighting against her demand and I replied, “I can’t go back! I enjoyed last night and my conscience does not bother me. I will always remember last night even if it never happens again. I will think about it and get excited as I replay the sight of another man’s cum dripping out your vagina. It is not dirty, it is not wrong, it IS for our pleasure. I was hoping you might open your mind and accept new adventures. I want to watch pornographic movies with MY WIFE. I WANT to watch my wife openly flirt and perhaps screw another guy. I WANT to experience new things.”

Amy again grew angry and folded her arms in defiance and shot back, “Do you expect me then to allow you to screw another woman as I watch? Or how about I just walk down the street and grab someone by the hand and screw him right now? What am I, some slut for you to play with?”

I knew that this discussion was quickly getting out of hand so I replied, “You are not a slut now or ever no matter what we decide to do! You have a choice to participate or not and I will respect your wishes.”

Amy glared at me but said nothing. The afternoon was tense but soon we came together as life, kids and jobs became the topics as we returned to a wary, but normal conversation.

The days and months to follow returned to normal. My fears of Amy trying to get back at me or have an affair without my involvement were soon allayed as my wife returned to her loving self. Sex was regular, but not exciting. I began to wonder if our sex lives would ever again see the spark we had created with Greg.

Just last week I had teased Amy about one of her bosses at work. She had told me that her boss, Rob, had been ordering a lot of documents from her. He had asked her to join him for lunch this week to discuss her progress. She asked if I minded. I replied, “I wonder why lunch? He could just as easily have a meeting with you at the office. But maybe he just finds you very attractive.” I raised my eyebrows in mock indignation and grinned.

Amy just giggled and asked me, “Are you jealous?”

I said, “No, should I be? Is he attractive?”

Amy laughed again and said, “He is very good looking and very married. You have nothing to worry about. Thank you for being concerned!”

I responded, “I am fine with it. Don’t worry about it in the future. Just let me know what happens.”

The night after our discussion, Amy came home from work and told me that she had gone to lunch with Rob. He had told her that she was doing excellent work and that he appreciated her enthusiasm and dedication to detail. Amy went on to excitedly describe the upcoming projects he had for her in the coming weeks.

Her eyes began to dance as she said she had a surprise. Rob had asked her to join him at a week- long conference in two weeks in Orlando and had told her that I was invited as well. The company would pick up her hotel room, meals and flight; I would need to buy my plane ticket and meals. I told her I would check my schedule, but I thought I could do it.

I asked her if Rob was coming alone and Amy said, “No, he is bringing his wife and two children. His wife has family in Orlando so she wouldn’t be staying at the hotel the entire time.” I told her I looked forward to a week in Orlando, in a hotel with my very sexy wife.

Amy winked at me and told me, “I guarantee you will have an exciting time.”

Her eyes sparkled and danced as she took me by the hand and led me upstairs. Amy shut the door behind me and quickly pushed herself up against me, kissing me passionately while her tongue explored my mouth. At the same time she quickly dropped my pants and helped me with my shirt. She quickly dropped down to envelop my now hard cock with her mouth, expertly enveloping the mushroom head with her lips.

Amy began to gently stroke my balls as she moved her tongue down and then up my now throbbing shaft. I reached down through her dress and bra to begin to cup her breasts. Her nipples jumped in my hand. Amy was very excited! I slowly raised her up from sucking my cock. I wanted to see how wet she was as I was very curious about this sudden release of passion. I unzipped her dress, unclasped her bra, and helped her out of her panties.

Amy started to drop down to finish her expert blowjob, but I prevented her from doing so, instead I reached my hand to feel her slit and much to my delight and confirming my suspicions, Amy was dripping with pussy juices.

Amy moaned the minute I touched her pussy lips and quickly opened her legs so I could have greater access. Amy had not been this wet since the night with Greg. Normally, Amy was a little dry in her vagina due to her age. For the past nine months, we had used a lubricant to help things along. Tonight however, lubricant was not necessary.

I began to massage Amy’s clitoris to her obvious delight. I slowly played with her hooded clit until it appeared. A few more strokes and Amy began to shudder and her pussy began to flood with her juices. I caught Amy as her orgasm was so powerful she almost dropped to the floor.

Amy then led me to the bed and she barked, “Fill me up with your cum! I want to feel you shoot your load deep inside my pussy!”

I entered her easily as she was so wet. She thrust to meet me as I rammed my cock deep inside her. Amy grabbed my butt cheeks and began to pull me to her with each thrust, meeting me each time with her own thrusts.

I began to build to a certain climax as she cried’ “Oh God, you are so hard! Deeper, deeper Rr…Ohhhh!”

I thought to myself that maybe I had imagined her starting to say Rob or maybe she had been unable to speak clearly. The thought left me as I began to cum and Amy kept repeating, “Yes…Yes Oh god that feels so good!”

As I lay on top of her, Amy seemed to be distant and said, “That was so powerful! I have not orgasmed like that in a long time!”

My curiosity was peeked! I needed to find out if she had something on her mind to illicit such an outpouring of sexuality.

“Is there some special occasion other than a trip to Orlando that got you hot and bothered?” I leered suggestively at her”

Amy replied, “Do I need a special occasion to want to screw my husband’s brains out? I just wanted to!” I then asked her if this had anything to do with her lunch date. She laughed and said, “Sorta. It felt good to be appreciated.”

I then said, “You mean by an attractive man?”

Amy laughed and said, “No, I don’t need another man, just you. You WOULD think that! But, I enjoyed surprising you. You were surprised?”

It was my turn to laugh and I agreed, yes, I was surprised and I was very happy.

The two weeks went by quickly as Amy seemed to be very excited. The past nine months, I was lucky to have sex once a week, with a week off due to her menstrual cycle. But for those two weeks, we had sex almost every night, with Amy certainly being the aggressor. I started to ask her the reason for her recent horniness, but I decided to sit back and enjoy it and not question her reasons.

Finally the day of our trip arrived. Amy had went out and bought new clothes. Normally, Amy would model everything she bought seeking my approval and comments. However, this time, she just informed me that she had bought several new outfits for the trip. As we drove to the airport, I asked Amy if she was wearing one of her new outfits. She looked annoyed and told me that she was saving those for the actual trip and that she couldn’t believe that I didn’t know the difference between an outfit she “always” wore and one I hadn’t seen. I rolled my eyes and mockingly apologized.

We arrived in Orlando at around 8 p.m. on Sunday night and checked into our hotel. Amy wanted to go to bed early to be up for her conference. I looked forward to a nice relaxing day around the hotel. The hotel was very nice and the room was very large. I thought to myself that her employer certainly was spending a lot of money on this conference. I suggested some love making, but Amy said that she wanted a good night’s rest and was worried about the time change as we had just arrived from the west coast. She told me there was plenty of time and she would make it up to me. So I rolled over and went to sleep.

The next morning, Amy was awake and out the door by 7 am to meet Rob for breakfast. I asked her if she wanted me to go so I could thank him personally for the trip. She told me that it wasn’t necessary as they would talk shop and, besides, Rob wanted to have dinner with us that evening. Rob’s wife would be there so I needed to wear a sport coat and slacks. I grimaced, agreed and settled into the room and enjoyed my day.

Amy came into the room around 5:30 pm to begin to get ready for dinner. I had just awoken from a nap and I was feeling energized. Amy came out and modeled one of her new outfits she had bought. It was a floral print, conservative dress that was perfect for the Orlando climate. I complimented her on her new dress and we left for the restaurant.

Amy and I arrived at the restaurant to find Rob and his wife, Rebecca, waiting for us. Rob is an attractive man in his late 30’s, while Rebecca is a stunning woman that turns heads as she enters a room. Rebecca stood a good two inches taller than Amy at around 5’ 7” tall and you could tell she worked out with a very flat abdomen and athletic legs.

I felt Amy tense up as she met Rebecca. Amy tended to get intimidated by busty women. Even though Amy was sexy, at 46 years old, her body was not as in good shape as it was at 35 like Rebecca. Rebecca was wearing a pant suit that flattered her figure. Rebecca had a nice set of tits that bulged against her blouse.

Amy was wearing a new dress that flattered her figure and showed off her shapely legs. I could see that Rob was appraising her appreciatively.

Rob was indeed attractive, fit and tan. Tonight he was wearing a nice blazer and slacks and stood about my height.

I reached out my hand to Rob and thanked him for inviting me along on this trip. Rob remarked that he had wanted to meet the husband of such a talented woman as Amy. Amy introduced herself to Rebecca and soon the two of them hit it off talking about kids. Rob and Rebecca had two boys aged 7 and 9. Both boys were at Rebecca’s sister’s house for the evening. Rebecca told us she would be joining them tonight to care for the boys, Mark and Paul. Amy told her about her daughters, twins, both of whom had just graduated from college.

Dinner found us all becoming good friends. I found that Rob enjoyed guns and we agreed to hit the shooting range when we returned home. Rob is a very nice man and you could tell he truly loved his wife and is very dedicated to his family. Rob and Rebecca both attended a local LDS church faithfully and I found myself looking over at Amy as she grinned. It was obvious that I was feeling silly about teasing Amy about her being attracted to Rob.

As we decided to call it a night, I invited Rob to have dinner with us should he find himself without plans as Rebecca would be at her sister’s house the rest of the week. Rob told us that he had business dinners planned, but would join us on Thursday. Rob then asked if we could go to a family friendly restaurant as he did not drink alcohol due to his religious beliefs. Amy and I both looked at each other and then told Rob that we didn’t drink either. Rob was ecstatic at the news and you could see Rebecca was visibly relieved.

Amy told Rebecca that she hoped to see her when we got home as Rebecca was staying at her sister’s house until they all left. Rebecca and her sister were taking the kids to Disney World the rest of the week. Amy and I both thought that would be fun and told Rebecca we might see her one evening as we planned to go also. We all said our goodbyes and we arranged to meet Rob in the hotel lobby Thursday evening.

During the next two days, Amy and Rob attended the conference while I lounged around the pool, took in some sites, and generally relaxed from my stressful job. Amy and I went to Disney World on Tuesday but failed to meet up with Rebecca.

On Wednesday, Amy sent me a text that she would be late and that I should grab my own dinner, that Rob needed her to take care of some issues and they would get dinner at the conference. Amy came back to the room at around 11:00 pm. Amy apologized for the absence. Amy explained that Rob had asked to talk to her privately and they had spent 2 hours going over reports and copying needed documents.

I reached for Amy, but she pulled away saying that she would be available tomorrow evening for me and that it would be worth my while. Amy seemed flushed, but I attributed that to my small jealous self that creeped in occasionally. After all, Rob was very married, deeply religious and I sensed I could trust him.

Thursday brought more relaxation time that by now was getting boring. I was starting to dread our night with Rob as I was starting to get horny after being without sex the entire trip.

Amy came in from the conference anxious to shower and get ready. I had already taken a shower as she had asked me to be cleaned up when she arrived. I felt I looked good in jeans and a nice polo shirt with leather sandals. Amy told me I was very attractive as she hurriedly closed the bathroom door and slipped into the shower.

After she came out of the shower, Amy handed me a list of things she wanted me to get for the room, some bottled water, soda pop and snacks. I dutifully went to the nearest market within walking distance and picked up all the items Amy had asked for on her list.

When I walked into the room, my mouth dropped. Standing before me was my beautiful wife in the sexiest dress I had ever seen. Granted, I was biased, but I couldn’t imagine anything that accentuated her figure like this dress. The neckline plunged to tantalize you to catch a glimpse of her free breasts. The dress was backless revealing the soft, sensual curves of her neck and shoulders, with the hemline ending abruptly about three inches above the knee. This, I believe, was the first time my wife was going to dinner without a bra to cup her beautiful breasts. I whistled and told her how sexy she was.

I reached out to take her in my arms and she stopped me saying, “Not yet. I have other surprises for you that I think you will find rewarding.”

My curiosity was peaked and I asked her. “Like what?”

Amy replied, “That would ruin the surprise. Besides, teasing you turns me on.”

“What made you look for a dress like that?”

“Are you complaining? I could go put on something else if you want?” Amy began to laugh.

I decided to just go along and see what would happen. Then the thought struck me, “Hey, what about Rob? Should you dress like that in front of him?”

Amy then told me, “Hey I saw other women at the conference wear much more provocative dresses and Rob didn’t seem to notice.”

She felt comfortable if a little daring.

“Besides, I thought it would turn you on and we could enjoy a hot night together.”

I heartily agreed and Amy and I both left to meet Rob in the hotel lobby.

When Rob saw Amy, his eyes got big and he could barely say hello. I noticed he looked at Amy very carefully. He reached out his hand and told me that I was lucky to have such a sexy wife. I agreed, reminding him that Rebecca was sexy in her own right. He agreed and we left for the restaurant.

Dinner consisted mainly of idle chatter about the Conference. I kept trying to steal glances down my wife’s dress, and, on occasion I could catch a glimpse of her nipple peeking out ever so briefly. Rob would happen to glance as well, trying to be discreet and not have me catch him. I put my hand over on Amy’s leg and began to move up her thigh. It was my favorite game where, in a public place, I would attempt to move my hand up her leg to catch a feel of her panties before she stopped my hand. The game would end when Amy would mildly rebuke me and tell me to wait till we got home. She always stopped me, except tonight, where much to my surprise, as I moved up her leg expecting her to catch my hand with hers and remove the offending hand; I realize that there were no panties. I withdrew my hand quickly, just before I would have touched her pubic hair and looked at my wife who was breathing heavily as she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Surprise!”

It was all I could do to wipe the big grin off of my face. Amy squirmed a little and Rob seemed to be oblivious to what was happening on our side of the booth. New attempts by me to catch a feel of my wife’s naked snatch were fruitless, but the knowledge of her secret nudity and boldness made my dick grow hard.

After dinner, Rob wanted to go back to the hotel. He needed to grab some items and call his wife. When we got to the hotel, Amy asked Rob to come to our room to have bottled water and we could then call it a night. I looked at Amy in surprise, but said nothing.

Rob said ok, but he would need to call Rebecca soon. We all went up our room and Amy got each of us bottled water that I had bought earlier. Rob looked around our room and promptly asked us to come to his room. Rob explained that, due to his position in the company, his room was bigger, had lots of amenities, and it was a waste to not use it.

So we followed Rob to his room, and as Rob had explained, the room was spectacular. The room had a built in fireplace, Jacuzzi and sound system. Rob was like a little boy showing us all the features. He turned on some music using his Pandora account. He asked Amy her favorite kind of music. Amy likes light Jazz and soon the room filled with the sounds of Kenny G.

Amy’s face was lit up with excitement and asked, “Does anyone want to dance?”

Rob looked at me and I shook my head and said, “Go ahead, Amy loves to dance.”

Amy took Rob and they began to dance. Rob and Amy stood far apart at first, but began to move closer as the music wore on. After a couple of songs, Rob motioned that it was my turn to dance with my wife. I declined telling him that I enjoyed watching them dance together.

Amy told Rob, “It’s ok, my husband is not much of a dancer, but you are good. I am enjoying myself.”

I asked Rob, “Do you need to call Rebecca?”

Rob looked at his watch and said, “Not yet.”

Rob took my wife in his arms and they began to dance to a slow romantic song. I turned off some lights creating just a shadowy glow in the room.

Rob told Amy, “I think your husband likes what he sees.”

Amy gave a throaty, nervous laugh and replied, “He likes to watch me dance. As I told you a couple of weeks ago, he likes to watch me do lots of things.”

My mouth hung open in amazement! I was stunned! I had been had! My sweet, innocent wife had set me up.

I stood up and I hoarsely asked, “Are you having an affair?”

Amy replied, “No, I find Rob attractive and we flirted a little. But, before it had gone too far, I told Rob he needed to back off since I was married. Rob told me that he didn’t want an affair per se, but his sex life wasn’t interesting. I eventually told him some personal things about us, our sexual adventures and I told him about Greg and how ashamed I had felt. Rob,” Amy pointed to him, “told me that my husband was lucky to have such an understanding wife. I found Rob to be a wonderful listener. I told him how cheap I felt having sex outside of our marriage.”

Amy paused, then proceeded on, “ He seemed to understand. He also helped me to realize that sex was fun and exciting as long as it was with my husband. It was dirty only if I cheated on you behind your back. I finally told Rob that, since I found him very attractive, we could involve my husband in a little surprise and have some fun if he was interested.”

Rob then chimed in, “I was skeptical at first, but your wife is attractive, AND persuasive! I found myself thinking about it more and more until I approached Amy with this trip and we agreed we would do this, IF you were willing.”

“What about your wife?” I asked. I was still feeling numb about what had just happened.

“She would never understand and would divorce me if she found out.”

“Have you ever had an affair? Are you sleeping around?” I asked him anxiously.

Rob said, “I love my wife and I wouldn’t sneak around or put her or you and Amy at risk. This is my first time doing something like this. I would love to have my wife join me in some exciting and new things, however, due to our religious beliefs, it won’t happen. I am like you and I want… no NEED, some excitement in my life. Only a unique situation affords me that opportunity. This situation is that one time opportunity.”

I sat down in my chair stunned at these revelations.

Rob spoke up again, “I can see you are shocked. You both can go now if you like and know that I wouldn’t think badly of you. Amy will still advance in her job as she is so talented and efficient at what she does. I am very nervous, but, I want to experience this for myself. Ever since Amy told me of your night with your friend, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Rob looked at me intently and spoke directly to me, “I understand you more now. It is not me fulfilling your wife because you can’t; instead, it is you fulfilling your wife because you can! Your wife and I, up to this point, have not so much as shared a kiss and I guarantee you that she wouldn’t behind your back. I know how loyal to you she is, I also know that she has now decided to please you and her inner fantasy. We talked about this moment for hours just last night.”

I looked at my wife who searched for my reaction deep in my eyes. After what seemed to be a long, silent, minute, I cleared my throat and said, “I think you two should keep dancing.”

My wife came to me in my chair, kissed me very deeply, took off her shoes and sauntered into Rob’s arms again. This time she bent her head up to accept a kiss from Rob. Their kisses became more passionate. Amy leaned her body into Rob’s as he became more excited. I sat in my chair and felt my own sexual member become more excited. Rob reached into Amy’s dress and began to fondle her tits. I could hear him whisper to Amy that her tits were beautiful.

Amy said, “They’re not as spectacular as your wife’s!”

“Yours are supple, and sexual. I find them irresistible.” He growled

With that he dropped the shoulders’ on Amy’s dress down to expose her beautiful breasts. Rob reached down and kissed her left breast. Amy moaned ever so softly. Amy’s nipples became erect and she began to push her soft pussy mound against Rob’s now straining pants…

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Even in this light Tara could see that Brett had a hard on. What she didn’t know was why. He hadn’t touched her, and he was sitting at the other end of the couch. She wanted to change that, but she didn’t want to just scooch on over without an invitation.

“Ouch,” she said. “I think I got something in my eye.” Once he got close enough to look for an eyelash, she’d lean towards him, and he was sure to kiss her. And a kiss would lead to more, she’d see to that.

This wouldn’t be the first time that Brett would be on top of her, and it wouldn’t be the last either. Brett’s hand was under her chin, he brushed her auburn curls away from her face. They’d been doing this on a regular schedule, but something was evolving between them, and it wasn’t business.

She fluttered her eyelashes, and said, “It’s better. Thanks. You …” And then she leaned towards him, lips parted for his kiss.

Their tongues met, and he put his arms on her shoulders, holding her still. Then he pulled away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Everything’s perfect. Just the venue… The couch is fine, but I want to do more with you than we can do here.”

Tara nodded. She took his hand, and followed him. She thought that they were going to the bedroom, but, no, he led her into his bathroom.

“I hope you trust me,” he said. “I brought some surprises for you.”

She scanned the bathroom, looking for anything that might stand out. The lube, as usual was on the sink, as were the massage oils and his favorite nipple gels that gave him great flavor and warmed her nipples until she went wild with pleasure. She could feel him watching her, judging her reactions.

“This is an interesting,” her voice trailed off as she took one more survey, “Uh, it’s an interesting venue.” Her mind raced. Many things could happen in a bathroom, and several of them were things she wouldn’t want to do. “Where’s the surprise?”

He was taking off his shoes and unbuckling his pants. “Oh, it probably isn’t what you’re worrying about,” he said with a grin. “I thought the shower could be a nice little change up.”

She slipped out of her shoes as she walked over and inspected the shower. On the wall were two evenly spaced suction cups, quite large and with what looked like nylon cuffs attached. They were well up the wall, so high she thought he’d be in them. “Want me to lock you in for a hummer?” She asked.

“Ha,” he said as his pants hit the floor, with his boxers in tow. “I’m getting that before we even hit the shower.”

“Oh, really?” She asked, not bothering to remove her dress. She walked over and knelt in front of him, gripping his cock. “You’re a confident one.” She eased her lips over the head of his cock, enjoying his deep inhale as she took the shaft into her mouth.

Now she knew why he’d been hard. He’d been thinking about this. She moved her head back, covering her teeth with her lips. She stopped when only the head of his cock was in her mouth. She touched it the tip of her tongue, then, sucking hard, took him deep into her mouth pulling at him with all the suction she could manage.

She cupped his balls in her hands, then reached behind them to tease the area between his balls and ass hole. He moved his hips back, away from her, then thrust forward into her mouth. His hands were on her head so she couldn’t move away, though she didn’t want to. She loved it when he fucked her mouth like this, but she didn’t want him to come, not right away.

After a few thrusts that left her gasping for breath, he stopped.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, helping her to her feet. “You don’t want to get them wet.”

She complied and removed her dress and bra. She hadn’t bothered with panties. They always got in the way. He took her hand and led her into the shower.

“Those cuffs are awfully high and don’t look too stable,” she said.

“Like I said,” he grinned, “You have to trust me.”

When both of her wrists were locked in, she was on her toes. He knelt down and lifted one leg over his shoulder, then the other over his other shoulder. Using his hands for support, he tilted her hips so that her pussy was an easy target for his probing tongue.

“Oh god,” she whispered as his lips snuggled her clit for a quick, teasing kiss. Then his tongue flitted along the lips of her pussy, probing inside with light lashes, elegant and smooth. “I trust you,” she whispered as she shivered from excitement.

She remembered the first few times. How they had stuck to a tight schedule. There were kisses, a little cuddling, a moment to put on the condom and then whatever that night called for. It had been almost too robotic for her tastes. And she thought that somehow, this was different. This was trust. Nobody had ever put her in such a compromised, yet passionate position.

The first time they’d tried anal sex was difficult. His pulsing cock sending electric pain when he first entered her, led to many powerful orgasms as he rammed into her over, and over, stopping only when he himself was satisfied. That moment of trust had paid well for her, and this one was repeating the cycle.

She heaved as she fought to capture the breath that was racing in and out of her. She could still sense the taste of him in her mouth. And she knew he could taste her, taste the intensity and pleasure.

He continued until she first shuddered, and her legs clenched tightly around his head. She arched her back as she erupted in orgasm. “Mmmmmm…” was all she could manage to say.

With a simple move, he slid up between her legs, letting each fall off his shoulders, pausing only to kiss her belly and then suck her left nipple. She was about to thank him when he’d grasped each leg, lifted them from the shower floor, pulled her closer and slipped his throbbing cock inside of her.

She can’t move, and she can’t hold still. He’s so fucking creative, she thinks, or so creative fucking, whatever. Both.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Yes, yessss,” she hisses. She’s wanted him to come inside her for months. But they’ve always been careful. Too careful. Now she knows she can trust him to do right by her.

Tara tugs to get her arms free. She wants to put them around Brett’s neck.

When she can’t get free, she nips at his neck.

“Vixen,” he says, and thrusts again so hard that she bounces on his pelvis.

She yelps. His cock is so deep inside her pussy, and she’s never been so ready, ready for him to come, ready for anything he wants to do with her, tonight, tomorrow, and the day after that, too.

His facial expression changes and he closes his eyes as she feels him come inside her. He moans and she reciprocates, feeling his hot cum pouring into her. He’s pouring himself into her. When he’s finished, he presses against her and kisses her neck.

It was only a matter of trust. And now it is so much more.

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By Uhl B. Wett

It’s a long walk from my office to the parking lot. I loosened my tie and began to think about the long holiday weekend ahead. It was the Friday afternoon of Memorial Day Weekend and I was on my way to pickup Marie. I put the windows down and turned the radio on. As I drove to her office, I gave her a call on my cell-phone, my mind replayed images of the last time we were together. Although it was only a little more than a week ago, it seemed like a lifetime.

Marie is the kind of woman who takes your breath, then steals your heart. We were supposed to have a romantic dinner in the city before retreating to the country for a long weekend and a relaxing time together. I arrived where Marie works as the last of her co-workers were leaving. I held the door open for the two young ladies, smiled at them and then stepped inside.

With a deep sigh, Marie smiled at me, asking me to lock the door behind me. I turned and twisted the lock as Marie sorted through some files on her desk. She looked beautiful as always, but I could see the tension etched upon her face. I walked across the room and we embraced. Her welcome consisted of long sexy kiss and a gentle squeeze to my crotch. “Hi Baby”, she whispered sucking at my lower lip.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. I love the feel of her feminine frame nestled in my arms and the sweetness of her lips on mine. She was very loving but somewhat distracted. She turned again towards her desk and began to gather a few things to take with her when we left. I could sense that the long tiring week just ending had left her more than just a little frazzled.

Eager to comfort her, I stepped up closer behind Marie and wrapped my arms around her once more. She was wearing a Navy Blue pinstriped business skirt and jacket with a thin white tuxedo style blouse with ruffles up the front. Her sexy white lace bra was faintly visible through her blouse. Her shaped legs were clad in sexy white seamed stockings and quickly funneled into a pair of shiny white leather pumps. She looked very professional and very sexy.

She wore her hair pulled back and tied with a single white silk ribbon. Her finger and toenails were freshly painted. Diamond studs in her ears along with a double strand of large pearls around her neck and a matching single strand pearl bracelet completed her sexy look. I took her in my arms and instantly I felt her begin to relax. “It’s been one hell of a week”, she said with a heavy sigh. “I need to take a few things with me this weekend if you don’t mind”; she added looking back over her shoulder at me?

I hugged her from behind and kissed her on the top of her head. “Relax Sexy”, I whispered. “We have all weekend”, I added as I began to gently massage the back of her neck and shoulders. She soon began to really relax. “Now isn’t that better”, I asked. Marie moaned appreciatively and let her head droop forward slightly. I kissed the back of her neck as I reached around and slowly undid the buttons of her blouse starting at the collar and working my way partially down the front.

My hands slowly parted the front of her jacket and eased it down off her shoulders. What are you doing? Marie inquired softly. “I am helping you relax” I told her as she purred softly. She put her arms behind her as I slid her jacket completely off and laid it across the back of her chair. There was no clasp on the back of her bra that I could detect as I gently began to deeply massage between her shoulder blades.

That subtle and not so innocent discovery about her bra would prove to be very beneficial soon. It meant that her sexy lace bra had a front closure or snap. I giggled softly at the revelation. I worked my fingers slowly downward, kneading my way across her lower back as she leaned forward slightly. She placed her hands flat atop the desk to help brace herself.

My therapeutic hands methodically worked their way down over her Marie’s sexy teardrop shaped hips and around to her smooth flat tummy. Gentle caresses quickly led to the cupping of her breasts. Her nipples were fully erect by the time my hands reached them. Poking firmly against the lace cups of her bra, they were clearly visible straining against the front of her blouse. I kissed and sucked softly at the back of her neck as I unsnapped the remaining buttons on her blouse.

I seductively pulled the bottom of Marie’s blouse from beneath the waistline of her tight fitting skirt and let it fall. Her gorgeous bosom jutted proudly from the opening of her blouse as my hands enveloped them. I softly caressed the firm round undersides and ran my fingers gently across the firm dark hard circles of her areoles. Marie moaned softly and wiggled her sexy ass against me I pressed them tightly together.

As I pushed her firm melon like breasts together with the palms of my hands, the tips of my fingers worked with surgeon like precision at the wire clasp buried between them, Marie gasped softly as she felt it come undone. I eased my pressure on her breasts and pulled back the hanging under-wire cups with my fingers, freeing her beautiful tanned breasts. “Baby, what if somebody sees us”, she asked growing visibly more excited with every caress.

We were in the back of the huge dimly lit office at her desk, but certainly not out of sight should someone press their face to one of the windows or come to the locked door. I assured her however that we had nothing to fear as my hands moved from her breasts southward along her waist and down over her firm shapely ass. Marie cupped her own breasts and gasped softly as I knelt behind her.

I placed my hands on the outside of her thighs just above her knees and slid them slowly upward along her stocking clad legs. My thumbs were outside the hem of her dress and my fingers beneath it. Marie purred out loud as my firm hands slid her dress slow upward revealing more and more of her sexy tanned bottom as I went. In no time at all the cumbersome knit skirt was crinkled up around her narrow waist.

Much to my surprise beneath her skirt I found her hot sexy ass clad in only in a white lace thong panty. Her stockings were the tight fitting thigh high style with a thick lace band at the top. I curled the tips of my fingers around the waistband of her thong as I kissed her naked ass cheeks, feeling them dimple against my lips as she tried to escape the pleasure filled touch of my lips.

My thick shaven cock was fully erect and poking proudly against my trousers by the time I began rolling her sexy lace panties down off her hips. I stopped removing them when the waistband reached the middle of her ass crack. Leaning forward I grabbed them between my teeth and gave them a tug. I must have looked like the puppy dog on the tanning lotion billboard as I shook my head gently from side to side.

Marie moaned again placing her hands back onto the desk as she pushed her sexy partially clad ass firmly back against my face. My fingers slid her panties down to their final resting spot just above the tops of her stockings. I moved my hands slowly back up over Marie’s hips and placed them together in the small of her back. Marie trembled slightly and moaned a little louder, almost overcome with anticipation.

Now painfully hard, I undid the buckle of my belt, unsnapped the button at the top and tugged down my zipper. My rigid cock sprang free and pointed skyward as I placed my hands back down onto the sides of Marie’s beautiful thighs. I slid them gently upward over her hips and across her buttocks. She squirmed in my hands and leaned hungrily over her desk separating her feet and parting her legs farther as she did.

Her womanly scent filled my nostrils and the sight of her shaven pink pubes had me throbbing like crazy. Unable to control my feelings any longer, my fingers gripped the tops of her buttocks while my thumbs lifted and separated the firm round cheeks of her ass. Marie gasped loudly as I pressed my face deeply between them. My hot wet tongue was on a mission, searching frantically for her steamy wetness.

My probing tongue swabbed at her double stacked pleasure orifices with reckless abandonment. I heard her open hand slap the desktop as my tongue breeched her moist wet lips. She thrust her ass hard against my face, hungry for more, no longer concerned that someone might see us through the window or door. “OH GOD”, she moaned loudly as I licked her wildly from behind.

The taste of Marie’s sweet hole had my cock twitching uncontrollably. Her juices glistened on my cheeks and dripped from her meaty lips like honey from the comb. She was writhing against me, grinding her hard swollen clit against my chin. “Oh Baby, TAKE ME!” she begged. She almost came out of her sexy high heels when I placed my fluid coated tongue squarely over the puckered pink ring of her anus.

A few slow swirling strokes were all that it took to send her quickly over the edge. Marie’s entire body shook with pleasure as the lips of her pussy tightened and throbbed before my eyes. She was gasping for breath and still sprawled out across the desk when I stood up behind her, placed my left hand on her hips and grabbed the base of my cock in my right. I slapped both of her quivering ass cheeks with the underside of my cock before dragging it deep between them.

I placed its pre-cum covered tip to the parted wet entrance of her fiery cylinder. Marie was just starting to regain her composure when with a twitch of my hips I thrust the head of my cock into her, slipping it just past her quivering lips. She gasped as I entered her, moaned loudly with my second thrust, and grunted wildly as I buried my cock balls deep inside her with my third thrust. OH YOU BASTARD! she whimpered pushing things off the front of her desk as she tried to brace herself for the inevitable”.

Marie felt hotter, wetter and tighter against me than she ever had before. I was wild with desire and filled with passion as we began our brief but lust filled journey. There I stood, with my pants down around my ankles, my feet were between hers and my hands were tight around her waist. I had to stop after just a few strokes to keep from exploding inside her, not wanting to put an untimely end to our carnal romp.

I leaned forward and tugging back on her unbuttoned blouse. I kissed her bare shoulders very softly as I tried desperately to focus and ignore the aching deep within in my fully charged balls. Marie wiggled beneath me eagerly as I began a slow easy fucking rhythm with my hips after the yearning in my loins had subsided. Marie rose up onto her elbows and readied herself. She had been in this position before and she knew what to expect… (Continue)

Ryan had just witnessed the most awesome scene of his life. Dumbfounded, he walked out of the recording studio both as the two superstars dressed themselves again. He turned off the video function on his Blackberry; for once, the power was in the lowly assitant’s hands. He would have the upper hand now; and he knew exactly how to use it.

That evening passed without event; the recording went well, although Ryan was not present, and he went out to a local Chinese restaurant with some of the other staff to celebrate another’s birthday. That night, however, Ryan planned to put his ultimate plan into play. Around seven, when most of the other employees had gone home or were filing out paperwork from the recording that day, Ryan headed straight for Rihanna’s room, Blackberry tucked into his pocket. The video of the lesbian act was recorded on his phone; he had an enormous bargaining chip in the pocket of his dress pants, and he knew exactly how to use it to his advantage. Seeing the light on inside her room, he knocked gently and opened the wooden door.

She was already in pink lingerie, reading a book, laying on her stomach on the bed. She barely acknowledged Ryan as he stepped into the room, his dress shoes making no noise on the plush velvet carpet. She looked up at him inquisitively, as if she did not recognize him.

“Yes?” she asked politely after a few awkward seconds. Confusion lit on her face; she closed the book gently, replacing it on the burnished nightstand, and sat up to face Ryan. The latter, with no emotion displayed, withdrew the phone from his pocket and began typing furiously, searching for the right video. As soon as he found it, his face lit up with a devilish smile, and he held the Blackberry in her direction, showing her the entire four minute video clip.

Rihanna was many parts stunned, surprised, horrified, and aroused; Ryan said nothing during the entire four minutes. As an ex-Marine, having seen unspeakable horrors in the wilds of Afghanistan, he was able to control his emotions, and kept from getting aroused, mentally surpressing all thoughts in his head. She was speechless; she turned to him as soon as the video was done.

“Wh–what do you plan to do with this?” she stammered, and he could discern more fear than anger in her voice. He had the upper hand now.

“You know full well what I probably plan to do with this.”

“No–no–you can’t–”

“I sure as hell can. Unless.”

“Unless what–”

She was speechless; she fell back in terror, looking up at Ryan as if he were some kind of terrible monster, ready to devour her. In a sense, he was.

“I think you can figure this out. You’re smart, ain’t you?” he said, the impish smile crossing his face again. It was time to stop surpressing his emotions; he could feel an erection growing in his boxers.
“You can’t do that–”

“I sure as hell can,” he repeated, holding the phone up. “I’ve got this, and as long as I have it, the fate of your career, your lifestyle, your future–it all rests with me.”

“You’re insane–”
“Not necessarily insane–just intelligent, and pretty horny right now,” he retorted. “Now…are you gonna let me have my way, or are you gonna let your career slip into the abyss?” Ryan looked her straight in the eye, his face radiating intimidation. She backed down from him.

“You’re gonna go to hell for this,” she sputtered, rising up off the bed.

“I’ll make good friends with Satan,” he chuckled, beginning to enjoy himself. He pointed to the bathroom, directing her inside the spacious room with a huge bath/shower and two sinks. She stripped the rest of her underwear off; he was now at full erection, gazing at her luscious wet pink and her firm ass, realizing that all of his dreams had come true.

“Do you know how big of a load I carry?” he asked, stripping off his own clothes.

“Damn you.”

“Didn’t you already say something along those lines?” He finished undressing, and the two climbed into the shower, she somewhat reluctantly, and he turned the head on, relaxing in its thunderous rain of hot, steaming water. He stuck his erection in her face, all seven and a half inches of it.

“Well, go on.” She had no other choice; slowly, surely, Rihanna slid his dick into her mouth, letting her soft tongue roll over the shaft again and again. Ryan moaned aloud as pleasure coursed through every vein of his body.

“Ohh…fuck…that’s the stuff…” he groaned. She began to suck hard on his erection.

“You know how to do this well, dontcha,” he groaned again. He began to thrust into her face, forcing his cock down deeper into her mouth. He rammed the full shaft down her throat, and unleashed his load into her mouth, letting the white jizz flow into her mouth, coat her tongue, and trickle gently down the sides of her lips. He withdrew his dick slowly as she swallowed the cum, and he forced her to lick off the excess from her chin. Ryan smiled pleasantly as she finished the job; he caressed his penis as it grew softer, kneeling down beside her in the hot shower.

“You got what you wanted, you sick bastard,” she managed, her throat still jammed with sperm.

“I did?”

“You did.”

“Hah…it’s not over yet. Not nearly…”

Rihanna’s eyes began to fill with fear as Ryan smiled again. Tomorrow would be a great day.

A good, long sleep was all he needed to be refreshed for the next day. Ryan awoke that morning, knowing what his plan was that day. After blowing his load all over Rihanna’s mouth, he had organized a little “get-together” between her and Katy Perry, who had been there the previous day. Although the latter happily obliged, she had no clue that it was a trap set up by the devious ex-Marine.

After breakfast, Ryan eagerly awaited Katy’s arrival; around ten, a sleek black limo pulled up to the curb of the house/recording studio, and released Katy Perry in a cleavage-showing white dress and miniskirt. Ryan once again crushed all of his thoughts, save determination; if the Marines had taught him one thing, it was to be patient, and wait for your prey to come to you. As soon as Katy was led by another assistant into the air-conditioned studio, Ryan leapt up from the beach chair and stepped inside, ready for the next part of his plan… (continue)

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She watched from her window as the three boys lifted boxes and pushed furniture towards their door. Her new next door neighbors looked like they were in their early 20s, and each of them had their own rugged handsomeness about them. Clara would have offered a hand, but she was rooted to the spot – captivated.

She tried to listen as the boys called to each other.

“Hey Rob, grab that box for me” the tallest one shouted. So that was his name. Rob had dark hair and a cheeky smile – just Clara’s type. She held her warm coffee mug as she watched the muscles flex in his arms as he lifted. He certainly looked like a fine specimen.

An hour later the boys had managed to transfer everything from the van to their flat and the building was quiet again. Clara thought she should take the chance to introduce herself, perhaps offer them a cup of tea after all their hard work. She checked her reflection in the mirror (stunning, as usual) and pulled her top down a little to reveal some cleavage. Working as a blonde London escort she was never usually nervous about meeting men, but there was something about Rob that made her heart speed up.

She knocked twice, then waited. The tall boy answered the door after a moment and looked at her blankly for a moment.

“Hi, I’m Clara, I live next door” she said, extending her hand. He seemed to shake his head then reached out to shake her hand.

“Sorry, wow. You look… I mean, I’m Jim”. Clara smiled and some of her confidence was restored; this wasn’t the first time she’d left a man speechless. She followed him down the hall into the living room, where Rob and the other man, Dave, sat amongst the unpacked boxes.

“I thought you boys might appreciate a coffee” she said as three pairs of eyes fixed on her. Rob stood up and approached her; he was the only one who didn’t look terrified to be in her presence. Blonde London escorts are used to dealing with nervous men, so this impressed her. “That’s so nice of you to offer. Let me come give you a hand”.

The pair walked wordlessly back to Clara’s flat, and Rob closed the door behind them. She wondered when he would speak again, but as she turned to face him Clara realized instantly that conversation wasn’t on his mind. His eyes burned fiercely and the sight of them got her as horny as hell. Without thinking or asking, she took a step towards him and stood on her tiptoes to reach his lips; as she kissed him, he put his arms around her lower back and pulled her body tightly against him. She could feel that he had an erection, and a burning curiosity washed over her – how big was he? Was he going to fuck her right here in the hall? He must’ve seen the questions in her eyes, because he then made his intentions perfectly clear by pushing her up against the wall and pulling her top up over her heaving breasts. She wound her hands into his hair and pushed his head down, making him kiss her tits and suck on her nipples. She undid the button of her jeans and he pulled them down to her ankles, where she kicked them off.

Rob dropped to his knees and buried his face into her pussy. She moaned with pleasure as she felt herself getting wetter and wetter; he lapped it up with his tongue, loving every minute of it. When Clara felt the waves building up in her body and the heat prickling her skin, she pulled his head up level with hers and fumbled with his own jeans. Again Rob helped her out and discarded the denim, freeing his throbbing hard cock. He pushed his pelvis towards her and she lifted a long, smooth leg to wrap around his back…

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