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that evening, i rushed about my room, picking clothes off the floor
(where they’d been lying for days) and stuffing them into the clothes
basket. i kicked the bedclothes into a heap, then decided to make
the bed, to try and show that i wasn’t a complete slob. i put on my
`motivation to make the bed’ CD (The Butthole Surfers’ `Hairway to
Steven’), and got to it. The music was so loud that i didn’t hear
Marseya come in through the unlocked front door. i was singing along
with the CD;
`Whaddaya know about reality… i AM reality…’ when, out of the
corner of my eye, i caught a glimpse of her, leaning against the
doorway and smiling. i stared at her for a moment, biting my lip.
she was dressed casually; a Country Road windcheater with ragged
cuffs; a pair of faded denims and scuffed Reeboks. when compared to
the icy Secretarial Standard Image that she presented at work, it
didn’t look scruffy, but rather, more personal, comfortable; as if
the way she dressed at work didn’t express her real personality. and
besides, i found myself very attracted to the way the denim followed
the curves of her thighs and hips. i tried not to look like i was
staring at the subtle shifting of her obviously unrestrained breasts
underneath the windcheater as she regarded the room, taking in the
`Eraserhead’ and Skinny Puppy posters, the uneven stacks of CDs,
videotapes and floppy disks, my personal computer which took up all
of the wide desk. I presented her with a chair, inviting her to sit
in front of the PC, gesturing with exaggerated servility. she smiled
sweetly, accepting the glass of moselle that i offered.
i had prepared a `slideshow’ of GIFs that started out with soft-
core `cheesecake’ and progressed steadily into the areas that she’d
hinted at earlier. in lieu of a second chair, i kneeled down next to
her, and started the show. i was somewhat surprised when she took my
hand, holding it between hers as the images marched past, and even
more surprised when, as the first of what i called the `really raw
images’ appeared, she pressed my hand between her thighs. i glanced
at her; she was completely entranced with the image on the screen,
and probably wasn’t even aware that she was rubbing her crotch with
my hand. i wasn’t going to point this out – in case she decided to
stop!
i watched her intently, noting her interest betrayed by tell-tale
flickers of her eyes as the GIFs became less `vanilla’. i could see
a tiny reflection of the screen in her eyes, just large enough to
show sufficient detail to determine which GIF she was looking at.
eventually, she got to what i considered to be the most explicit GIF
in the collection; a naked young girl with long bronze-red hair,
kneeling underneath a huge black stallion, grasping its monstrous
erection and kissing the end. she gave a start when it flashed up on
the screen, and suddenly realised that my hand was firmly wedged
between her thighs and under the seat. for a moment, she didn’t
move, as if trying to think of a polite way of backing out of the
situation. Almost as if in a dream, i found myself reaching around
her waist with my other arm, hugging her to me, pressing my face
against her side, moving up to press my lips against the soft warmth
of her breast. Keeping one hand over mine, squeezing it between her
thighs, she stroked my face with the other, running it through my
hair, down my neck, slipping it under the collar of my shirt and
massaging my shoulder. i felt her heartbeat, heard her sigh as she
drew a deep breath, feeling her ribs expand, gently pushing back
against my face. i moved my other hand underneath the waist-band of
her windcheater, stroking her side, cupping her breast and trapping
the nipple with my index and middle fingers. at the same time, i
slowly ran the thumb of my other hand along the rough denim
jeans-seam that was drawn up between her buttocks. she shuddered,
drawing another deep breath.
i slowly levered the reclining chair back, bringing her face almost
level with mine. my lips moved up over her breast, nuzzling her
collarbone, delicately teasing her pulsing throat with the tip of my
tongue. she sighed faintly in time with the rhythmic motions of our
hands between her legs (which were becoming slower as she lost the
will to resist clamping her thighs together), her sighs muted to a
soft humming as our lips met. playfully, i dug the knuckle of my
thumb into her; she gave a start, her breath tickling my cheek. she
drew her legs up, turning on her side to face me, putting her other
arm around my neck; the reclining chair wobbled unsteadily for a
moment, her eyes widened as she felt her sense of balance
disappearing, and the chair toppled over on its side, spilling her
over on top of me.
for a moment, she kneeled astride me, too surprised to say
anything. Then we both began laughing, which gradually degenerated
into muffled snickers as we kissed again. She lay on top of me,
holding my arms outstretched flat against the floor, slowly moving
her lips against mine. her warm, wet mouth occasionally twitched
into a smile as her laughter threatened to erupt again. i managed to
slide my arms down to my sides, break free of her hold and run my
hands underneath her windcheater and along her back, hugging her soft
body to mine. She made the most sensuous sound i have ever heard -
somewhere between a moan and a squeal – and brought her knee up,
pressing it against my crotch. My hands wandered over the exquisite
texture of thin denim stretched over her thighs, the folds in the
material where it rippled along her hip, the insistent resilience of
her rear. We were pressed tightly together, hardly moving at all;
her fingers slowly entwined themselves in my hair; i undid the brass
stud at the front of her jeans, then traced her spine along her lower
back, down underneath her behind and nestled three fingers in the
damp warmth there. My erection pressed against the smooth cylinder
of her thigh, through two layers of denim. she pressed back, my lips
sensing her smile as she noted the immediate reaction. In return, i
slowly pressed my middle finger past the lips of her vagina, causing
her to arch her back, angling her slit so that i could slip all four
fingers into her and pressing her breasts against my chest. While
she held my head still with one hand, clutching a handful of my hair,
her other hand fiddled with the stud on my jeans, flipping it free
and then drawing the zipper down. She then thrust her hand down the
front of my underpants, grabbing my erection and my aching balls
together, slowly squeezing.
at this point, we decided that it would be a good time to get the
rest of our clothes off and move to the bed.

I peeked around the last corner and saw quite a sight. Julie, a secretary we
had just had to fire was on her knees carefully sawing the legs of her ex-
boss’s chair. She was cutting carefully so that the first time he sat down it
would break and drop him to the floor with a mighty thump. I cleared my
throat with a carefully measured “Hrumph.” She immediately bolted
upright, quite surprised by my intrusion into her little game of revenge.
Still on her knees she tried to explain herself, but soon realized that it was
all too obvious what she had been up to. Since she had already been fired
she wasn’t worried about losing her job, and started to leave. I suppose she
thought that was all that I could do. She was wrong. I warned her that this
was actually a criminal offense, and that it could bring her some jail time.
That worried her, she had to stop and think for a few seconds. Then she
asked me what she could do to stop me from reporting her. Her eyes shot
straight into mine and then averted to stare at my waist, there was no doubt
in my mind what she had thought of to get her out of this mess. I smiled and
explained that I wasn’t sure what she meant, I then stared at the fine mounds
protruding from her chest.

She bent down to her knees again and crawled to my feet. I stood my
ground, watching her every move with my hands on my hips. She reached
up and put her hands on my belt, looking up at me with her big brown eyes.
Her stare made me feel quite aroused. I think she could tell from the bulge
in my pants, now just inches away from her face. She undid my belt and
unzipped my slacks. The pants fell down to my ankles as if pulled from the
very center of the Earth. My jockey shorts were now all that was keeping my
cock from that cute little mouth of hers. Some pre-come had soaked through
the shorts, marking where the tip of my cock was. She used the tip of her
tongue to lap it up with two quick strokes. I was now straining to be
released. She put her hands on my thighs and ran her fingers up and under
the edges of my shorts. Her hands played with my pubic hair and brushed
gently by the base of my shaft. After teasing me for about five minutes in
this way without touching my cock, she pulled my shorts down. I had never
seen my cock so stiff and rigid, it stood out like an enormous gun on a battle
ship. One of her hands pressed around the base, aiming my cock towards
her wet red lips. She moved them close to it and gently blew on its head.
Her other hand went to my balls, her fingers forming a skin cage for them to
push against.

She looked up at me again and slowly licked her lips with her tongue until
they were glistening wet. She bent down–still looking at me straight in the
eye–until her lips were just resting on the bright purple head of my
engorged penis. She closed her eyes with a sigh just as I did when she
grabbed my bare ass and pushed my cock into her lovely mouth. I arched
my back toward her and grabbed her head with both hands, twisting her
hair between my fingers. I fucked her mouth like it was a warm pussy, her
velvety smooth lips felt sensational wrapped around my cock. Her head was
bobbing around like one of those wobble-head dashboard dolls. She was
able to take me completely, her lips touching my balls every time she went
down. She stopped for a moment and let my cock slide out of her mouth.
She then gently ran her tongue down the full shaft to my balls. She kissed
them and suckled one of them into her mouth. I gasped from the amazing
feeling as she ran her tongue between them, then back up to the head of my
cock. She licked it lovingly and then pushed her lips together tightly and
placed them in front of me. I tried to push my cock in, but it was like trying
to enter a virgin. After a couple hard thrusts I had fought into her mouth
about two inches. Julie then clamped down even harder, trapping my poor
cock halfway into her sweet little cocksucking mouth. Her tongue got into
the picture as she flicked the head of my cock hard. I couldn’t stand it, I was
on the verge of coming. I tried to push my cock further into her mouth but I
couldn’t, the frustration was wonderful. After a bit more of this clever
torture she gave in and my cock sunk in as far as it ever had. Her mouth
fitting perfectly around my cock as she moved it in and out. I resumed my
mouth fuck, thrusting deep into her as she licked and sucked my hard dick.
The silky smooth feeling of her warm mouth and lips were quickly bringing
me to orgasm. I could feel her fingernails digging into my ass as she tried to
pull me deeper inside of her. I pumped even harder, working myself into a
frenzy of motion. I could feel the come rising, but I just kept going. I had
never had a women let me come in her mouth before and I wasn’t about to
stop this time, she wasn’t either. Each time my cock passed by her lips I felt
a pang of pleasure, the feeling soon built into the most intense I had ever
felt before. The sensation was so great that my knees started to shake, but
that didn’t stop me. I just kept fucking, and she kept right on sucking. I
shuddered hard as I shot my wad of come down her throat. She swallowed
once and kept moving her head, licking up every drop and leaving my cock
clean as a whistle.

I tried to pull away but she held me in place, my cock still deep in her mouth.
She brought her hand around and held my cock, as her other softly caressed
my thighs and ass. She swallowed again and slowly drew her lips up off my
shaft, as her lips withdrew her hand encased it. Holding my cock tightly in
her fist she looked up at me again with those innocent eyes. I could see that
she wasn’t quite finished with me yet, but my cock was getting softer every
passing moment. She asked me if I had ever tied a women up and made love
to her. I replied that although I had never had the opportunity, that I had
often thought about it. She then stood up and told me to undress her. I
didn’t really need much more coaxing than that, I grabbed her blouse and
with a clean jerk lifted it off. Her bra was straining to hold her enormous
breasts close to her body and her nipples showed plainly through the thin
material. I placed my hands on her tits and pushed them up and together
making a beautiful valley between them. She let go of my cock and reached
around her back and undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground. As I sucked
and gently nibbled her magnificent breasts she unbuttoned her skirt and let it
fall to the ground next to her bra. I let go of her and stood back to take off
what was left of my clothes. As I took off my button down shirt I gazed
down at her panties, I was quite pleased to see that they were a very sexy
white lace g-string style. I could see a bit of dark cunt hair through the thin
lace. I finished with my shirt and discarded it in the growing pile of clothes
on the floor. I watched as she moved her hands around her body, feeling her
breasts and playing with her ass and stomach. She reached down and let her
hand go under her panties, she fingered her clit and then undid the small
string that was holding the panties up. She was now standing in front of me
completely naked, with her finger stuck in her pussy. My cock noticed this I
guess, as it was quite hard and ready again.

She walked to the closet where her ex-boss kept some spare suits and found
a couple of ugly ties that he had hidden there. She explained that they were
gifts from his children and he couldn’t bear to throw them away. She asked
me if there was something that I thought I could do with them. I took them
from her and grabbed her hands, I tied them together behind her head and
then ran another tie around her neck to hold her hands tight. I then picked
her up and carried her to the desk. I placed her against the desk bent over on
her stomach, with her ass sticking up. I then took her long hair and slammed
it into the top drawer of the desk, leaving her head completely trapped. All
that was left was for me to tie her legs to opposite legs of the desk so that
they were wide apart, leaving me a nice view of her ass and cunt. I slapped
her ass cheek with the palm of my hand, it was a very nice firm sound. I
reached down and slipped a finger into her cunt, she was ready for action,
her pussy was extremely wet and slippery. I leaned up against her and
placed the head of my cock to her inviting opening. She seemed to be very
quiet so I asked her what she wanted. She replied that she wanted me to
fuck her right now, hard and long. I was never one to disappoint a lady so I
rammed my cock up inside of her waiting pussy. It went in with just a touch
of resistance, but that was to be expected since she had a very tight little
cunt. My cock felt like it really belonged in there as she pushed her cunt
walls around it. I humped her in and out, with my thighs hitting her ass
every time I was completely in. She tried to move with me but I had tied her
down too well, she was helpless. I fucked her harder and harder, each time
her body was pounded into the desk. My cock slid in and out of her juicy
pussy in a well timed rhythm. She moaned for me to fuck her harder, and I
could tell that she was really enjoying getting her cunt shafted. I pumped
my cock faster and harder, her moans now turned to little gasps and cries.
Her pussy contracted and she lifted her ass into the air as the pleasure swept
over her. I pumped a few more times, then stopped just before I was about
to come also. I didn’t want to come just yet, I had another idea.

I let her hair free, but left her ankles tied to the legs of the desk. I then
pushed her over so that she landed gently on her back in the thick plush rug.
As her hands were still tied behind her head she was very much at my
mercy. Her legs were spread wide apart, held tightly in that position by the
strong bindings. I decided for the next step I should probably blindfold her.
I used my shirt to cover her eyes, but I left her mouth accessible. I lay down
beside her and let my hand roam across her voluptuous body, gently
running my fingers against her bare skin. I played with her breasts for a
moment then skied down to her vulva. My fingers caressed her mound, then
made their way inside her cunt. I fingered her clit until she started to moan
again, I then pushed two fingers deep inside of her as far as they would go.
As I brought her to another orgasm I gently nibbled her nipples with my
teeth, running my tongue around them to make them erect. Her body shook
from the release and I mounted her, my knees on either side of her body with
my dick sticking into her face. She couldn’t see that is was there as the
blindfold was doing its job, but she knew. I teased her with my cock, letting
her get her lips on it and then taking it away. Sometimes I even let her take
the whole thing deep into her mouth, but only for a brief second. I then
leaned back and grabbed both her tits, one in each hand. I pushed them
together and put my cock between them, tit fucking her. I kept each nipple
hard with my index fingers as I rocked back and forth rubbing my cock in
the tight valley I had discovered. I really enjoyed watching her breasts
move, bouncing around with a stiff hard cock between them. A couple times
I thrust so hard that I ended up with my cock between her lips, which wasn’t
such a bad place to be. She liked to lick my cock as it made it nice and
slippery.

After a while she complained that she wanted my hard dick in her pussy. I
undid the ties around her legs and moved between her legs, her cunt was
ready for another dose of fucking. I slowly lowered my cock into her as her
legs wrapped around my back, pulling me in. Her hot twat felt really
fantastic, it seemed to wrap itself around my cock and pull at its sides. Every
time my cock tried to pull out of her cunt, it seemed to be held back by the
hugging walls of her pussy. With each plunge it form fitted around my cock,
making my cock feel like it belonged there. I fucked her softly and slowly
then hard and fast, making sure to keep her off balance. I pushed into her
deep and pulled her legs up so that they were resting on my shoulders. This
gave me a nice view of her heaving chest and also made her pussy even
tighter. My cock shot in and out of her like a piston at high revs. The feeling
of my balls slapping against her ass coupled with having my cock embedded
deep inside of her was really starting to have an enormous effect. The
feeling started deep inside my balls and raced up the length of my dick
straight into her silky soft pussy. I came with a passion I had never had
before, spurting load after load of come deep inside of her. Even after I had
come I still let my motion continue, letting my cock slowly in and out, in and
out.

I untied her hands and she put them around me. We held onto each other
letting our bodies recover from the onslaught we had just put them through.
I let my hand wander over the curves and mountains beside me, feeling the
tight ass and breasts beneath it. She fell asleep in my arms, looking very
innocent for a woman that had just done all those naughty things with me.

Neither one of us said anything about that incident, but about two
weeks later, I told Tim I needed some cash for groceries and he asked if I
would be willing to earn it. I smiled and shrugged, “A girl has to eat.”
He took me into the bedroom and we balled each other’s brains out for two
hours. As I walked around the food store on wobbly legs, with four crisp
fifties in my pocket, I knew I was “hooked” on our little game.

Now, only a few months later, I have to “earn” every cent I spend,
whether for myself or the house — and I love it. The opposite is also
true — when Tim wants me, he has to pay for it. Nothing in life is free,
and I get to set my own price — a blow-job is at least $40 and I won’t
fuck for less than a $100.
Like any good businessperson, I know I can charge extra for the
popular options. A little friendly bondage is $40, a strip is priced like
the “Strip-O-Grams” in the area — $100 for the strip, and VERY good tips
for anything “extra,” and if he is short on cash — a hand job is $20 ($25
with oil or cream or jelly!). Cash only! No checks, credit cards or IOUs!

Tim is wonderful at thinking up variations on our lovemaking. One
evening, we got in the car after shopping in the mall and he said, “$100
for a blow-job, right here, right now, in public.” I smiled and put my
hand out for the money. In seconds, I had Tim’s seat back, his zipper
down, and his cock out. I started sucking him while bent over the console,
but soon knelt on my seat, knowing anyone who saw me would be certain of
what I was doing. I didn’t care — my panties were soaked through as Tim
shot his cum into my mouth.
Just the thought of me giving him a blow-job on a parking lot made me
feel more like a hooker than ever and I was about as hot as I had ever been
in my life. As soon as we walked into the house, I dragged Timmy down on
top of me and said, “Oh, Baby! That was so good! I need a fuck, right
now! A freebie!” Always the gentleman, Tim tipped me $20 when we were
through.

One warm Spring night, just as we were at the front door to leave to
get a quick supper at the local casual restaurant, Tim offered me $50 if I
didn’t wear any underwear under my top and short skirt. He handed me the
fifty as I handed him my bra and panties. I should have tried that before,
because before we arrived at the restaurant, Tim told me to finger my clit
and my fingers slipped around in my already dripping-wet cunt.
Tim saw how hot I was and told me that if I really wanted to earn my
money, to order the salad bar. I did, and every time I walked up to the
bar and bent over to reach something to put on my plate, I could feel my
denim skirt ride up the back of my thighs and felt my tits hang out away
from my chest, filling out my top. The kid keeping the salad bar stocked
really got an eyeful and I LOVED it! In the car I offered Tim a $25 refund
if he’d fuck me right there. He said he was tempted but that there were
too many people, including kids, so he fingered my cunt and pinched my
nipples to a tremendous orgasm for free.

Ever onward and upwards we went in our little “game.”
Sitting home one night, complaining about the lack of anything good on
TV, Timmy suggested I dress up in something sexy and go to a bar.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Oh, I’ll be there. I’ll be right behind you and I can `pick you up’
like a real hooker working the hotel crowd.”
I’m sure the big grin on my face told him I loved the idea, as I
rushed upstairs to change.
Less than an hour later, I strutted into a hotel lounge in my
shortest, tightest tube-dress and my highest highheels. Getting up onto a
barstool without flashing everything I had was a feat in itself!
Like bees to honey, I was soon approached by a parade of good-looking
unattached (at least for the night!) men, buying me drinks and dancing with
me. A few of them invited me to their place, or up to their room, some
even hinting about my “occupation,” saying things like they realized “time
was money in today’s world” and that was alright with them.
Tim eventually made his appearance, and when he did, it was after he
had had more than a few drinks. He stepped up to the bar and placed his
hand over my shoulder. In a voice loud enough to be heard several stools
on either side of us, he asked, “Say, Sweet-Stuff, I’ve been noticing you,
and I was wondering what a little action with you would cost.”
Aware of the audience, I whispered, “Two hundred, for the night.”
Louder than before, Tim gasped, “Two hunnert? Are you kidding? Plus
the room?”
I moved close to his ear and whispered, “Tim, if you don’t get me out
of here, right now, I’ll fuck you right here on this bar!”
Tim helped me off the stool, and took a parting shot at our interested
audience, “Lady, for this kind of money, you better be as good as you
look!”
I was pulling him through the lobby when he stopped me and pointed to
the bank of elevators. Dangling on his finger was a room key!
We hit the button and the doors opened. Tim pushed me into the corner
of the elevator and punched “7″ for the floor. I pulled him against me and
kissed him, hard. I was hot, and wasn’t sure I could wait to get to the
room!
In a flash, Tim had his tongue buried down my throat and his hand up
under my dress and down my panties, fingering my hard, wet clit. A man
caught the doors before they closed, but we didn’t stop. Instead, I pulled
Tim closer and wrapped my leg around his. The other passenger “Harumphed”
but I didn’t care — it was all part of the scene we were playing. When
the doors opened at “7,” Tim and I disentangled ourselves and got off the
elevator. As the doors closed, I turned, smiled and said to the other
passenger, “Have a nice night — we’re going to!”
Tim opened the door to the room, and we tumbled onto the bed. Too hot
to undress, Tim unzipped his fly, pulled my skirt up to my hips, pulled the
elastic in my panties aside and entered me in one hard shove. I started
cumming, immediately.
We fucked and sucked almost all night. It was wonderful. And, I
never felt more like a whore than the next morning, as I walked through the
lobby in my tart dress, heels, and “just-fucked” look. Even a nun would
have had no doubts about what I had been doing all night!

I had been accumulating a tidy sum in my “Honey” jar, and decided to
splurge on myself, the way any self respecting hooker would — on clothes,
jewelry, and make-up. I spent the day buying the most outrageous items I
could find — micro skirts, seamed stockings, crotchless panties, red-red
lipstick, cut-out bras, and on and on. I had a ball!
After dinner that night, I decided to give a fashion show to Timmy,
and surprise him with my wildest “streetwalker” outfit. I put on heavy
make-up, red crotchless panties, a black corset top, stockings, garterbelt,
red heels and a red vinyl skirt not quite long enough to reach my stocking-
tops. For the crowning touch, I put on a wild, cheap blonde wig and spiked
the tresses.
Tim went absolutely crazy! Only, instead of throwing me down on the
floor, or chasing me up to the bedroom, he suggested we go for a ride!
The ride wasn’t very far — only downtown, stopping around the corner
from Calvert Street, a street notorious for cheap streetwalkers. By the
time Tim had pulled to the curb, I knew what he wanted me to do — and I
was game!
I got out of the car and Tim pulled around the corner. Then, after
making sure my seams were straight, I strutted around the corner and into
the glow of the street lamps. Tim was parked across the street, and I saw
two other women (dressed pretty much like I was!) standing about a half a
block up the street. There were no pedestrians, and the traffic was light,
but steady. I was breathing rapidly — partly from excitement, and not a
little from apprehension. I felt alone standing there.
I soon noticed the same red Firebird pass me, twice, and then for the
third time. On the fourth time, he stopped and leaned over the passenger
seat, “Hey, sexy lady! Looking for a ride somewhere?”
I stepped over to the car and bent over at the waist, giving the
driver a full view of my almost-naked tits, “Maybe. Where you headed?”
He had to pull his tongue back in, before he could answer. We chatted
a little, and I promised him I’d be around later, but was waiting for a
particular somebody at the moment. He waved and drove off.
After going through the same routine with 2 more drivers, Tim coasted
to a stop beside me.
“Want to party?”
I was glad it was him. My fear had gone away and the excitement had
taken over as the night went on. I gave him the same tit-shot I had given
the rest of the guys. “Maybe. Are you a party-er?”
He smiled at me, “I’m a very generous party-er.”
“How generous?” I asked.
“Well, if you’ll speak a little French — fifty.”
I opened the car door and got in, “French is my favorite language.”
Tim drove to a nearby city park and stopped the car on one of the
lanes. He pushed his seat back and opened his zipper.
I held my hand out — palm up, and he handed me a fifty. I folded it
and opened my purse. I dropped the money in and took out a condom I had
put in there before we left home. Tim raised an eyebrow.
“A girl can’t take chances out here,” I said, matter of factly. He
nodded and I wrapped his hard, little rascal in the rubber. He watched as
I popped the wad of chewing gum out of my mouth, and stored it in my
cleavage. I lowered my mouth down on his sheathed erection and had barely
gotten the rubber wet before Tim tensed in his seat and began filling the
condom with his cum. I could tell he had really gotten off on the whole
scene.
Still in character, I carefully removed the condom and tied it in a
neat knot and tossed it out the window. I smiled a lipstick-smeared smile
at him. “You were really hot. I enjoyed that. Now, could you take me
back to my corner?”
Just then, a police car’s blue flashing lights lit up the back window.

Caught!
I could tell from Tim’s posture, that he was as nervous as I was. Two
officers got out and one stepped up to the driver’s window and shined his
flashlight in at us. Fortunately, Timmy had already zipped up.
“What’s wrong, Officer?”
“Don’t play dumb. I hate it when people play dumb. What were you
doing here, discussing the savings and loan crisis?”
“Officer, my wife and I were…”
The cop roared out a huge laugh and looked in the window, again. His
light was shining on my bare thighs, above my stockings. I was afraid my
crotchless panties were showing him everything!
“Your WIFE??!! Yo, JD, he says this `lady’ is his wife!!!”
At their request, we got out of the car and produced enough ID to
prove that we were married and the cop did a cursory check in the car. The
other cop approached and walked around my side of the car. The freshly-
filled condom was revealed to his light and he nudged it with his shoe. He
stooped down to my eyelevel, and looked right into my eyes, “Do you prefer
the dry, ribbed or lubed, Honey?”
I looked right back at him and smiled, “Well, the lubed make a long
night a little easier, once you get used to the taste.”
I was standing with my back to Tim and the other policeman, and the
one standing in front of me, casually reached into my cleavage and
retrieved my chewing gum.
I smiled and lowered my mouth over his fingers, flicking the gum into
my mouth with my tongue. “Thanks, Officer, I thought I lost it.”
He licked his fingers slowly, and stared at my cleavage. “You know,
Miss, these streets can be dangerous. You never know who you’re gonna
meet. You should stick to indoors. If you’re new to town, there’s places
like `The Raven Pub’ in the Poe Hotel. You’re a little, uh, flashy for the
nice bars, but `The Raven’s’ seen your type there.”
“Gee, thanks for the career advice, Officer!” I smiled my widest smile
up at him. His nameplate read: J.D. MURPHY.
They finally decided to let us go, after everything checked out.
Officer J.D. Murphy smiled and said, “I’ll be looking for you, Miss Lube-
Tube. You can bet I’ll be keeping an eye out for you and your pimp-
husband.”
Being accosted by the policemen had rattled Timmy, but the action had
only taken me to another level in excitement. As Tim sped us home, I
inserted three fingers through the opening in my panties and deep into my
sopping wet pussy. I began a moaning, total orgasm after only a few flicks
of my thumb across my erect clit.
At home, Tim tried valiantly, but the policemen had taken the wind out
of his sails, and the starch out of his cock. He could only watch as I
pleasured myself with my vibrator, pushing it through my panties and up
inside of me. I fell asleep exhausted and with the vibrator still in my
hand.

Over the next few days, Tim regained his old enthusiasm, and at my
urging, we discussed other scenarios. My passion obviously increased as
the situation became more and more realistic; and, there definitely was a
little kink running around inside my brain that took me into uninhibited,
orgasmic pleasure — the more I behaved and was believed to be a whore, the
more intense the pleasure.
Talking about the various types of hookers, from the high-priced
callgirl to the cheapest streetwalker, we began to investigate alternatives
to what we had already tried.
The weekly, local, free paper was a good source of information,
judging by their “Personals” in the back of the paper. They advertised
everything from “escorts” to “strip-o-grams” to “trained masseuse” to,
simply, “young WF, seeking GENEROUS man for fun w/o commitment.” Another
avenue of investigation were the “date-line, `976-’” numbers.
Tim asked me which one I wanted to try, and I smiled and told him “all
of them!”

Unfortunately, before we had a chance to live out any more of my
fantasies, Tim was selected to go on a West Coast tour with one of the
company Directors. The trip would be part fact-finding and part pep rally,
and Tim and I were both excited about what his being chosen would mean for
his career. On the downside, was the fact that Timmy would be away three
weeks. When I dropped him at the airport on Sunday, we knew we wouldn’t
see each other, again, until the third Saturday — by far, the longest we
had been separated since we had met.
By the second week, I was really missing the fun Timmy and I had been
having over the last several months. A few quick phonecalls during the day
sure wasn’t the same as having Tim there. Several nights, I even dressed
in parts of my costumes and played with my vibrator, but I missed my “John”
too much for it to be fun.
Finally, on the second Wednesday night, I put on my make-up a little
heavy, dressed in a tight denim skirt, red high heels and blouse and
stockings and went for a ride. I drove to a mall, but didn’t have the
nerve to get out of the car in such a suburban setting. So, I put the car
in gear and headed downtown. It was a warm night and I drove around the
Inner Harbor, looking at all the tourists. Feeling bored and lonely, I
decided to call it a night.
On the way home, I was stopped at a light and realized I was looking
right at the Poe Hotel! This was the place Officer Murphy told me the
hookers worked! On impulse, I pulled over to the curb and sat across the
street from the entrance. All types of people were going in and coming
out, dressed from jeans and t-shirts to three-piece suits and evening
dresses.
Not quite sure about what I wanted to do, I drove around the block and
found a parking place. I checked my make-up in the mirror and got out of
the car.
The entrance to the “Raven Pub” was off the lobby and I could hear the
music and talking and glasses clinking before I pulled open the door.

–

Janet led the way from the subway train and up the long concrete steps
to the open air. Once outside, she looked around at the nearly deserted
parking lot. The evening wind was already chill and she could feel her
nipples react to the chill.
He walked up behind her. He pressed himself into her, his cock
making an undeniable impression on her firm ass. He let his hands roam
the front of her outfit as he began to suckle the skin on her neck.
She couldn’t wait any longer to feel his prick inside her. She
spotted an out-of-the-way side of the Subway entrance, a wall hidden by
bushes and other walls. She led him quickly there.
His hot breath in her mouth as they kissed fueled her passions
higher. His body pressed hers against the cold concrete wall. His hands
sought her breasts; helping her off with her jacket, and then the
blouse.
Her pussy was trembling with her undressing. Anyone might come
around the corner to find her being ravaged by this stranger. She
wanted them to come and see her, see the slut so controlled by her lust
to ignore their shocked stares.
He started moving her skirt up out of the way. He ran his
fingers along the garter straps, tracing the tops of her silk stockings
and snapping the straps against her hot thighs.
He unsnapped her bra with the moves of a pro, and she found her
nipples revealed to the night air, the blast of cold wind mixing with
their body heats to harden her nipples into bullets from her breasts.
He took her nipples in his fingers and began to play with
them, rubbing, pinching, licking, twisting lightly. Her breathing was
laboured and short. Her face felt flush and her pussy juices were
beginning to run down her thighs. She was well on the way up on her
roller coaster of orgasm.
She moved her fingers to his crotch and deftly released his
straining meat from its cotton prison. It fell hot and heavy into her
fingers. She pulled it towards her open pussy. He smiled at her in the
blurriness of two faces together and moved forward, slipping his cock
into her hot, dripping pussy.
She felt the meat divide her and penetrate her. It kept coming
an inch after she expected it to stop and felt fuller than ever
before. His length was perfect, his width a delicious strain.
Her nerves became hyper sensitive as the fucking commensed. She
felt every grit of the concrete against her back, every strand of his
hair in her fingers, his lips on her skin and his tongue butterflying
her lips.
The buildup had been too long, and as much as she wanted to
feel him fucking her for hours, she knew that she’d start coming soon.
She wanted to hook him, make him come with her.
She started to flex her thighs and pussy muscles to stroke his
meat as it pistoned in and out of her. He began to moan in
appreciation.
Moments went by of exquisite contact, flesh into flesh, a
carnal communion, she began to lose herself in the impending wave of
orgasm. She wanted to come so bad, she began to hump back at his
thrusts. Her moans became cries.
He began to grunt and his thrusts lost their solid rhythm. They
began to come and his cock felt like it swelled inside her. She felt
the pinpoint heat of his boiled cum shooting into her, and she crested
her own orgasm, her pussy muscles milking his cock for every last drop
of come. She panted and whimpered, trying not to scream like she ached
to do. She grasped him tightly and wrapped her legs around his thighs,
prolonging and deepening their intimate embrace.
Uncounted moments later she let her legs slip down his thighs
to support herself. His cock slid out of her. He did not release their
embrace. They smiled at each other in their afterglow, nuzzling and
enjoying the decaying warmth.
He began to speak “I’m…” when she stopped him with a hand to
his lips. She pointed behind him to the lit building across the
street. An elegant neon sign pronounced it the Charles Road Grand
Hotel. She questioned him with a look when he turned back to her. A nod
and they were cleaning up for the walk over…

–

Registration was quick and painless. He used a credit card and
she waited for him out of earshot.
The elevators were chromed and Janet looked at her reflection
in them. She saw herself, but it felt so far away from her normal
life. She was pursuing something that at any other moment in her life
she would never have done. She was following her lusts and passions,
drinking deep of sex, and for that, she could not recognize the body
staring back at her from beyond the shining doors.
He joined her and dangled the key from his finger. It had the
number 800 on it. Janet wasn’t sure, but she thought that the eighth
floor looked like penthouse suites. All the better.
The doors opened and a woman walked out. She was stunning and
dressed for display. From her walk and attitude, Janet guessed she was
a hooker. The woman was wearing a black leather miniskirt and stockings
attached to garters that peeked from beneath the skirt. Her top was a
blue satin bustier. Add a pair of spike black leather heels and she was
a pure sex object.
Janet watched her reach the desk and give some bills to the
clerk. She also gave him a peck on the cheek.
“Remember Raoul, you know where to find Cindy when you need
her,” she commented to everyone in the lobby as she walked out. Janet
slipped into the elevator behind her lover. She filed the incident away
for further use as she returned her attention to the man beside her.
They embraced as the elevator headed up, the floor indicators
rippling upwards with them. She held him tightly to her and their
tongues touched each other, searching for a more intimate coupling.
The doors opened, presenting a short hallway with two doors.
Janet followed his lead as they walked to the one marked 800. He opened
it quickly and stood back for her to enter the room.
Suite 800 was huge. There was a hot tub in the middle of the
living room, a large bathroom, a kitchen and a delightfully large
bedroom. The tub was already hot and bubbling. Janet smiled as she
walked toward it. He closed and locked the door before following her.
Janet stopped at a stereo and turned on her favorite station.
She began to sway to the beat it was laying down. She pushed him on to
the couch facing the tub and began a strip tease for him.
She danced to the music and stroked her body for him. She
smiled as she saw his cock hard again against his slacks.
First her jacket fell to the floor followed quickly by her
shoes. The barer her skin became, the more aroused and sexy she felt.
After her blouse revealed her heaving breasts enclosed in her bra, she
looked at him. He had removed everything but his slacks and briefs.
She looked into his eyes as she reached to her left and slowly
unzipped the side of her skirt. She turned towards the tub and let it
fall open over her panty covered ass, garters running under the silky
material. Then she let it slide slowly down her legs.
Turning to him once again, she continued her dance, letting her
hands caress her flesh. Every nerve felt like an erogenous zone. Her
nipples were on fire as she pinched them through her bra. He was moving
on the couch now, his hand stroking his cock through his slacks, his
torso stretching and twisting.
Janet unsnapped her bra from the front clasp and drew it back
from her burning breasts. She let it slide down her arms stretched
behind her, forcing her tits out in front of her. He was almost
drooling, and definitely aching to touch them.
Next went her panties, drawn tantalizingly slowly down her
thighs and calves leaving her clad only in her garter belt and
stockings. Taking the safe bet, she left those on to entice him. Every
other man she’d ever had liked her to wear them.
Now she went towards him on the couch. She stood before him
with her legs spread.
“Lick my pussy. Make me come in your mouth.” He smiled widely
as he scooted up to lean into her bush.
She felt his tongue touch her cunt hair and thighs before it
began to push between her pussy lips. She was hot and wet and she felt
him licking and sucking at her lips. Ripples of pleasure shifted across
her body making her lips tremble and her nipples twinge. As his tongue
ventured deeper, she felt herself widening her stance to give him the
widest access to her cunt. She began to talk to him, saying everything
her lust wanted but her mind had never before allowed.
“God, your tongue feels good in my cunt. My pussy is purring
for you. Suck my clit.” He responded admirably and sent her a jolt
shock as he sucked her clit in between his lips and played with it with
his tongue.
She rested her hands on his head, and ran her fingers through
his hair as his head bobbed in his eager work. She felt his nose
brushing through her hair.
Her pleasure rose steadily over about 30 seconds, and she
arched her feet in response, eager to reach for higher sensations. She
pushed his head into her and gripped his head with her stocking-covered
thighs. Her orgasm hit her and she screamed out without any restraint
into the spacious suite.
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, suck me,
lick me, I’m coming, here I come, here I come, God its good, ah, ah ah
ah ah aaaaaAAAAAAH” He kept up his work and kept her spasming with
subtle and direct stimulation of her clit.
She almost lost consciousness as the pleasure gripped her body
from her lips and nipples to the goosebumps on her arms to her ass,
pussy and feet.
He laid her back on the couch and moved on top of her.

–

His body was hot and hard as it moved over her naked flesh. She
felt his enormous hard-on beneath his slacks. He dry-humped against
her, staining the front of his slacks with her juices. Janet held onto
him and stroked his muscles.
Soon though he had to get up and take the awkward time to
undress. He stood.
“Reveal me.” he said in a quiet but commanding tone. Janet
smiled as she took the position he’d had moments before. She stroked
his powerful legs through the slacks for a few moments, getting near
but never reaching his cock-bulge. She kept this up until he didn’t put
up with it anymore.
“I said reveal me.” A little louder, but enough to get Janet to
obey quickly. She undid his belt with some difficulty, taking the time
to remove it from the belt loops. Then each button came undone to
reveal his hot thick meat. Janet quickly pulled the slacks down and off
of him and returned her attention to the cock protruding before her.
Without a fanfare, she pulled the briefs from around his cock,
hooked them under his balls and grasped his cock with both hands. The
head was still exposed and she began to make mouth-love to it. Her
tongue probed his cum-hole and her hands had began to stroke him when
he spoke.
“Did I permit you to touch my cock?” Janet stopped, rather
confused. Some part of her suspected what was coming next and tingles
began again between her legs.
He pulled her hands away from his cock. He stepped back a pace.
“Touching my cock is a privilege and sucking it is your highest
aspiration. Do you understand?” Janet wasn’t sure what was going on,
but the juices in her pussy and the heat she felt certainly told her to
agree to anything.
“Yes.” He didn’t look happier.
“Yes… Master?” The frown disappeared somewhat.
“For being a bad girl, what should happen?” She saw his cock
was still as hard and throbbing as ever, glistening with her spit. He
was loving this.
“I should be punished.” She added the Master after a brief
pause, cued by his reaction.
“Correct.” He walked to the dining room portion of the suite.
He took a hard chair and brought it back to the area littered with
their forgotton clothes. He sat down. Janet didn’t know what was next.
He helped her.
“Proper punishment is either a sound spanking or services to me
beyond your proper duties.” Janet had never been spanked, but the other
services part was too vague for her to try just yet. She moved to his
side in order to lay across him.
“What have you chosen?”
“I deserve to be spanked because I was naughty, Master.” He
nodded.
“Get your panties and put them on.” Janet complied and returned
to her former position. He moved her across his lap so her ass was
displayed for him at her highest point. She closed her eyes and
waited.
SMACK. She cried out a moment as the pain sizzled her
asscheeks. SMACK. She bit her tongue, but didn’t speak. SMACK. A tear
welled up in her eye. She wasn’t sure about this. SMACK. Another tear
and more electric pain.
Then she noticed the electric jolts were connecting right to
her pussy. With each stroke she was getting wetter and hotter. The pain
was almost ignorable.
By the twentieth smat, she was ready to beg for more. She
couldn’t keep herself from shifting against his leg, ravenous for a
fucking. But he had positioned her so that his cock lay hot against her
stomach and would not reach her sizzling pussy.
He stopped and carefully pulled her panties down to around her
thighs, far enough to trap her from spreading her legs. She had been
nearly naked with him before but this deliberate revealing felt more
exposing than anything else. She knew that she was only moments away
from an orgasm.
“Have you learned your lesson?” She kept herself from yelling.
“No, Master, I have not.”
“I thought so. Well, you will be spanked until you come!” He
moved his free arm around her until his hand rested against her pussy.
He resumed the spanking against her exposed bare bottom as he played
with her clit. Not even moments went by before she spoke.
“Yes, Master, I’ve been bad, punish me, spank me, spank me
harder, make me cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m
cum..cum..cumming, aah aah oooh aaah aah yes god I’m coming…”
As Janet recovered from her orgasm, he lifted her back on to
the couch and returned to his chair. She saw the precom oozing out of
his cock and his hand couldn’t keep from stroking it a little.
“If only I had my toys, we could do this right. You seem eager
enough.” They both smiled at that.
“But Master, I may know of someone with the proper toys. May I
make a call?” He scowled.
“Are you someone else’s slave?” He asked almost disappointedly.
“No, but I have a hunch. It will definitely be rewarding,
Master.” He nodded and she noticed him breathing quickly, either
through anticipation or thrill.
A quick call to Raoul, a transfer to a line Raoul obviously
kept on his speed-dailer, and a minute or two of explanation.
“Cindy will be here in 15 minutes, Master. What shall I do
while you wait?”

One afternoon, Mark had arrived at my house even before I had gotten
home from school. When I walked into the house, he had stopped at the store
and had bought us milk and cookies. Eagerly, I put my coat into my room and
returned to the kitchen where I joined him. As we ate, Mark seemed to be pre-
occupied with a thought.

“What are you thinking about ?” I asked him.

“Aw, nothin.” he replied.

“Come on…”

“Oh, allright.” he said, finishing the last of his milk. “I was reading
this book that my father had, and it was about a guy who took this woman pri-
soner.”

“Yea…” I asked, as he drifted off in thought again.

“Cari, have you ever thought of being captured, and being someone’s
prisoner ?” he said, looking deadly serious.

“Uh, no.” I answered, just a little scared at the thought of it. “Why
do you ask ?”

He thought for a moment. “We can try playing a game like that if you
want to.”

Now it was my turn to think. “What did this guy do to the woman ?”

Mark seemed to be getting uncomfortable. “It’s hard to explain.” he
said, “I would really have to show you.”

Again, I thought. Mark was always there for me, never asking for any-
thing, and just wanting to be my friend. I really didn’t see any reason for
me to worry, besides, it had been pretty boring around here.

“Ok, lets play.” I said.

A smile came over Mark’s face. “Great !” and with that, he got up
from the table and went to the cabinet under the sink, where there was some
cord wound in a ball.

“Whats that for ?” I asked him.

“You’ll see.”

Mark asked me to get changed out of my school clothes and into some-
thing old. So, looking in my closet, I found an old brown safari dress that
buttoned down the front. I quickly put it on and re-joined him in the living
room.

“Now what ?” I asked.

“Ok, make believe you are watching TV and I’ll sneak into the house
and get you.” he said, smiling.

Mark quietly left the room, and I went over to the TV, turning it on,
then sitting on the couch, pretended I was all alone. I was a little scared,
but, at the same time, was a little excited. Suddenly, Mark grabbed me from
behind the couch, his hand on my throat.

“Don’t move, or I’ll kill you.” he said, in a frightening voice.

I sat motionless on the couch. He moved to the front of me, then
pushed me down into a laying position. He scooped me up from the couch, very
gently carrying me into the kitchen.

While I had been changing, he had cleared the table. He carried me to
the empty table and put me down.

“Make believe you passed out.” he said, so I closed my eyes.

He picked up my right arm, and dropped it. Remembering I was supposed
to be passed out, I let it fall to my side. As I peeked one eye open, I could
see Mark was smiling. He went to my feet, then pulled me down towards him,
until he had centered me on the table top. He moved to my head and took my arms
and placed them over my head, spread to each corner of the table. A moment
later, I could feel the cord being wrapped around my left wrist. I heard a pair
of scissors snipping at the cord, then watched out of squinted eyes as he tied
the end to the table leg.

Mark did the same to my other wrist, just as quickly and silently. I
heard him walk to the bottom of the table, then felt his hands wrap around my
slender ankles. Slowly, he spread my legs wide apart. I could feel the cool
October air rush up between my legs. He slipped off my shoes and socks. I had
wanted to say something, but, I was becoming more excited as he went along. I
felt the cord wrap around my right ankle, then my left. He tied each end to the
table leg. And when he was through, I was lying there, spread eagled on the
kitchen table.

I went to move, but found that Mark had tied me much tighter than I
had expected. I opened my eyes and Mark was standing over me. I was totally
defensless to his every desire, and that was giving me a tingling sensation
in the pit of my stomach down between my legs. Silently, Mark reached to the
top button of my dress, and unbuttoned it.

“MARK !” I said, rather pissed off. Mark stood there with a look of
disappointment on his face.

“Come on, it’s only a game.” he said.

I looked at him, then lowered my head back to the table. Ok, I had
thought to myself, ‘let’s see how far this goes.’

He reached for the second button, and slowly unbuttoned it. He con-
tinued, until the dress was completely unbuttoned. I could feel the coolness
of the air brushing against the small line of now exposed skin between the
flaps of my dress. I was becoming more frightened, and more excited, the tin-
gling became more intense. Slowly, he slid his hands inside of my dress, part-
ing the material. Beneath the dress I was wearing a training bra, which, bec-
ause of my size, wasn’t covering much, and a pair of white cotton panties. The
cool air was taking it’s toll on my nipples, which were hardening under the
strain of the flimsy bra.

I looked up at Mark. He had this weird look on his face. His hand moved
to my heaving breast. He gently caressed the rock hard nipple with his palm. It
felt incredible, like an electric shock through my body. I moaned. Mark then
took the scissors in his hand, and inserted the blade into the sleeve of the
dress, cutting it to the collar. He went to the other sleeve, doing the same
thing, then, putting the scissors down onto the table, he pulled the remains
of the dress from off of my now shivering body, leaving only in bra and pant-
ies.

Mark didn’t stop there. He picked up the scissors again, and inserted
the blade into the strap of my bra. With a quick snip, it was cut. And, in a
moment later, so was the other. He slid the blade between mt breasts, and a
snip, and my bra was in pieces. This too, he pulled from my body. His hands
moved to the small mounds of my breasts. I instinctively tried to move my
arm to push his hand away, but, I was unable to move. I began to squirm and
struggle at the cord that bound me, but, it was no use. The sight of me str-
uggling made Mark even more excited. He took the nipple of my left breast be-
tween his thumb and forefinger, pinching it slightly. I bit my lip in pain,
but, didn’t cry out. My toes arched outward, my ankles struggling at the cord.

Mark moved his lips to my right breast, taking my nipple into his
mouth. I had never felt this way before. There was a burning between my legs,
one that seemed to get worse every moment that passed. His hand moved to the
softness of my stomach, his finger toying at my belly button, which protruded
slightly. Then his hand moved lower, to the waistband of my panties. His hand
slid beneath them, down to my hairless cunny. He slid his finger over my small
opening, gently massaging the soft petals of my cunny lips.

Playing with myself was nothing new for me. It was a way of passing the
time when I was alone. But, with Mark touching the spot that had only previ-
ously been touched by me was even more exciting. I felt his finger part my
small petals to my tight little hole. His finger darted in and out, but, it was
just too tight for him.

He slid his hand out from my panties, and raised his head. By this
time, I was well on my way to coming. He picked up the scissors again and
slid the blade beneath the waistband of my panties to the side. He snipped,
the material giving way easily, then he snipped the other side, pulling the
panties from me with the other hand. Mark then got on the table, straddling
me. He outstreached his arms to my bound wrists, carressing me from my arms,
to my breasts, then sliding off the end of the table, moving down my body to
my ankles. He slowly moved his tongue to my ankle, then licking upward, worked
his way up my leg, to the inner part of my thigh, finding my pussy open to his
attack.

I felt that I was losing my mind. My hips gyrated to each move of his
tongue. He licked my small hole, down as far as he could, then moved upward
once again. He darted his tongue to the entry of my virgin puss, gaining a
little. Then I came. I began to writhe on top of the table, being held only
by the cord. I felt the perspiration all over my body. Mark stopped, worried
that perhaps he had hurt me, but, seeing the expression on my face, he knew
all too well that I was thoroughly enjoying it.

He moved from the table, then began to open his pants. I began to get
frightened once again, for I had never seen the private parts of any boy
before. In a moment, he stood naked from the waist down. He moved to where my
head was, brushed the hair that was sticking to my cheek away, then placed his
dick close to my mouth.

“Open.” he said.

Obiediently, I opened my mouth. There was a clear fluid coming from the
head, which tasted salty, but, not too unpleasant.

“Suck on it.” he commanded.

I closed my lips around the head of his cock. He pushed foward, slip-
ping his shaft into my mouth. I sucked hard, but, was careful not to bite him.
Several times he thrust himself deeply, almost choking me. He continued to
move in an in and out motion. I felt him getting harder, his dick throbbing in
my mouth. He moved his hand to my breast, massaging it gently. I continued to
suck.

When he came, it was a surprise. I felt the hot sticky liquid shoot to
the back of my throat. I felt myself gagging, but fought desperately not to
let it show. I was exhausted, feeling my arms and legs aching. Mark pulled his
now limp cock from my mouth. I laid back on the table, no longer struggling at
the cords.

Mark moved quickly, cutting the cords from my wrists and ankles, then
cutting what was left off of the table legs. He took the cord and what remained
of my clothing and placed it into a trash bag. He moved to the side of the
table and picked me up, carrying my limp, exhausted body to my room. He laid
me on my bed, then left the room for a moment. When he returned, he had his
clothes in his hand, as well as the K-Y Jelly from the bathroom.

He climbed onto the bed with me. I had enough, but, was too weak to
fight him off. He slid himself between my legs, then laid on top of me. I
could feel the head of his cock pressed against my virgin pussy. He slowly
pushed. His hand was aligning him, but, I was still too tight for him. I
spread my legs as far apart as I could, but still, no luck.

Mark then laid on his side, laying my legs across him. He took the
K-Y Jelly and spread it over the once again throbbing head of his cock. He
took what remained on his finger and slid it to my hairless cunny. His finger,
with the added lubrication began to slip into my tight hole. He coated the
inside of my pussy with the Jelly, then moved himself into position. As his
cock pressed to my cunny hole, I could feel the head slowly going into me. It
was a little painful, but, I lay there, motionless. He pushed again, I could
feel the small head of his dick inside me now. Instad of pulling out, Mark
continued pushing foward, going deeper inside of me. He reached my hymen, and
with a thrust, took my virginity. I cried out in pain, but, Mark was too wrap-
ped up in the whole thing to pay any attention.

He cupped his hand over my mouth to stop any more of my crying. He
began to thrust deeper, moving rythmically. Soon, it began to feel good. I
could feel the burning once again deep inside of me. My hips began to follow
Mark’s rythmn, to the point that at each thrust, he was buried inside of me.
I came first, jerking around the bed as though I were in a spasm. Mark’s
hand moved to my breast again, pinching at my nipple. The pain was causing me
to move into still another orgasm. I arched my legs up. Mark pulled out only
for a moment, then positioned himself between my legs, lying on top of me. He
took my legs and pushed them upward, till my knees were almost touching my
shoulders. He went inside me again, pushing hard. He continued onward, till I
could feel his dick spasming inside of me, which made me come once again. When
he was through, he fell lifeless on top of me, both of us being exhausted. We
finally got up the strength to get up and dress, clearing up the house just
in time for my parents arrival.

Its around 9PM when he arrives, his gleeful smile and happy-go-lucky
attitude mask the depression he must be feeling. “Hi Dan how’s every
little thing?” he asks then turning to her he say “Hi Karen”. My wife
does not want him staying with us as she feels that the drain on
our finances will be to great. She manages to utter “Hello Sam, glad
your finally here we were worried about you on the long trip!” What
tripe but it sounded warm and friendly, what more can I ask for. “Let
me show you to your room so we can put you bags there and you can get
use to a hard floor under your feet again.” I said feeling happy that
all the ill had been melted and things were off on the right track!

We quickly went out to his Jeep Wagoneer and unstrapped some of his
belongings from the roof of the car. This was sad as almost all of
him was carried in a car. We took a few of the suitcases and bags to
our fourth bedroom so Sam could unpack the items he needed most for
the next few days. As we walked up the stairs I looked back at him
and could see the tiredness in and around his eyes. He said “I’ll get
the rest tomorrow, I need a glass of pop and some rest! This 1200
mile trip with only a night sleep has me pooped!” ” I understand and
we can do whatever when you wake up.” were the only words I could
muster up.

We walked into the family room and Karen sat there watching TV. She
was about to turn off the tube from what we had been watching when
I said ” Leave it on, Sam’s tired and going to bed so we might as well
watch the rest.” She smiled and asked if things were to his liking
and comfort? As he poured his pop over the ice he smiled at her as
he assured her that everything was great. He sat with me on the couch
as he drank with his body slouching as he deeply relaxed. Finishing
his first and second glasses of pop he said “Good night all – I’ll
catch you in the morning” and started the walk to his room.

“Karen, thanks for being friendly. You did not even ask what had
happened to him?” I spoke quietly. ” He would do the same if the
roles were reversed. When he can speak freely about it, he will let
us know.” her firm voice continued ” I only hope he can sleep and
rest up from coming back.” That was reassuring to me to hear the
concern in her voice instead of worrying about our household. With
that we watched the rest of the program and the 11 O’clock news and
trotted off to bed.

I awoke the next morning feeling like a million dollars, the sun behind
the curtains let me know it was daybreak. On Saturday mornings I always
slept in but with Sam around I did not want to miss a wakening moment
that I might spend with him to help him out. I looked over and Karen
had all ready arisen, the thoughts of pancakes and sausage filled my
mind as I new breakfast could not be but minutes away from my
belly, but the smell was missing where was that smell?

I walked down the hallway toward the stairs, my ears picked up the
soft moaning sounds that were emerging from the spare bedroom. Quietly
I approached the door and found it cracked open. All I could see was
Sam’s hairy ass as it raised and lowered in Karen. Her legs were wrapped
around Sam’s ass and the two of them were going strong. Both of them were
moaning like animals in heat. I wanted to burst in to stop this fucking
but something just held me back as I watched some more. Sam’s pounding
ass was moving faster as he slammed away at her box. His breathing was
becoming more labored as was hers. You could tell that her legs were in
a vise grip on him so he had to lift her weight as well as his on each
mighty stroke. She would clench her legs to move her cunt up his rod
as he lifted her off the bed and she slid down his cock on the downward
thrust as he would bury his rod deep in her twat. My cock started to
rise just as if I were watching an “X” movie or reading a BBS adult text
file. They were moving at a quickened pace then Sam hung in mid air and
Karen raised herself on his rod until his grunting was all over. She
just hung their as his cum must have been filling her hot box. Then Karen
continued to ride on his cock, moving at great pace so she could cum too!
She hurried, then slowed her pace, as I heard that little scream that
indicated that she had just released her own spasm and I could feel
her contractions pulse around my now rigid cock as I watched. Sam then
collapsed onto her body, holding her tight to kiss her lovely lips, then
rolled his body off to the bed. Her eyes were closed so I could tell that
she had enjoyed herself.

As he lay there Karen rose and kissed him hard on his mouth. I saw
her then lick down his body till she found the shriving cock that
had just brought her to extascy. Her mouth opened and she took it in,
sucking his last drops of cum from his now limp rod. She must have also
been cleaning her own juice off his outside skin. She was down there
for some 5 or 10 minutes before the rod started to stiffen in her mouth
you could see her head raise from his thighs. Soon her head was a full
6 inches off his torso as she held his cock head between her sultry lips.
Her mouth sucked harder as her head moved up and down his cock length
with those cheeks caved in showing the great suction that was being
applied. She looked as hungry as I had ever seen her as her head moved
down that pole till her lips brushed his pubic hair, hanging their, not
moving as she must provide a warm and wet sheath around his rod to make
it as comfortable as could be.

I watched with mixed emotions, I so wanted to break it up but was
afraid. I knew in my mind that to do so would end Sam’s stay and he had
nowhere else to go. My best friend and wife, how could I allow this to
be in front of me? My wife and my best friend, how to stop this without
loosing one or both. I thought for a moment as my hardon raged, telling
me I had to take care of my stimulation first, so I went back to the
bedroom.

Laying down on the bed all my mind would allow me to think of was my own
my own pulsing cock. The sight of the 2 of them had made me so horny that
my thoughts were only of myself. Could it be that this watching was going
to be my turn-on. The feeling of my hand grasping my rod tightly felt ever
so good. The soft pumping in its up and down action tingled the spirits
of my soul, this was great. My stroking on my pulsing cock became harder
and faster, I could feel all of her as if she had been doing me instead
of Sam. The precum that had moistened my cock felt good in my hand as
their figures danced in my mind. Those balls of mine started to ache. My
pumping became faster till the hot cum shot up in the air splattering
all over myself and the bed, the warmness of her mouth being all that was
in my head helped the lust of the moment. I still felt her mouth as my
rod slackened in my palm and the room smelled of my self induced sex. I
could only lay there, exhausted and drained.

My sex released, I quickly returned to reality. The thought of never
making a decision that would not hurt, one way or the other, dwelled in
my brain. Sam and Karen must never know I watched or how much I enjoyed
it. I then drifted back to sleep, as I should have been all along, never
to have seen the 2 of them together.

I was awakened by a soft hand on my shoulder. There she was, my loving
wife, Karen looking down at me telling me it was time to rise and shine.
The breakfast was ready and they were awaiting only me. I rose and taking
her arm pulled her over to kiss her, my mouth met her lips and my tongue
pierced her lips and teeth. Argh, only mouthwash was to be had, instead
of tasting the sex that she had so boldly participated. Not wanting her
to sense the test I let my kiss linger as her hands roamed my head.

“STOP” or we will never get any food this morning she said. With that
Karen pivoted away and walked downstairs. Yea I thought she’s all ready
had her fill this morning but all I had was my hand, no wonder she was
fulfilled. I threw on my old clothes to walk after her to have a seat at
the kitchen table.

Not suprizingly Sam was already seated and looked up at me as I entered.
“Great morning isn’t it!” he spoke cheerfully. “Sure is, the suns out and
the weathers excellent. What more could you wish for.” I spoke as I know
I would feel the same way had Karen just done me as she had him. Without
to many more word of greeting we all sat down to scrambled eggs and bacon.
As the food enter my mouth my gaze kept going toward the 2 of them. They
were concerned more about each other than me and I caught them exchanging
glances back and forth, just smiling at each other. The food was good
but the conversation was lousy.

After breakfast Sam and I returned to unloading his car. I had never
realized how much the wagoneer could hold or how many steps it was
carrying stuff upstairs. We made load after load upstairs, filling
what use to be an uncluttered room. Now things were piled high all over
the bed and floor. Sam brought up a single sack that he held like a
baby. “Hope you didn’t strain yourself” I said. “No its for later this
evening and I didn’t want it to break” he uttered.

Finishing the pack mule stuff I left Sam to put it away as I headed
downstairs to watch some TV. You could hear Sam cussing as well as
his heavy footsteps as he tried to clear his clutter. The TV was
showing some great football and I was soon lost into the professional
game. Time always slipped by for me during football games. Sam had
joined me for the last half of the game and the male bonding we shared
arose in my mind as I realized why we invited him here in the first
place. All that was seen was soon forgotten as it no longer was a main
stream emotion.

His hurt shown through his cheerful exterior. This proud man had lost
all most everything he had and was now seeking my help to reestablish
himself as a human being. As the game went on I was attentive to his
needs, listening, cheering, and generally boosting his ego to main
stream his emotions so he knew he wasn’t alone.

Our nostrils were filled with good smells as the game ended and the
news came on. Pungent smells of Italian food filled the air as we knew
that Karen was fixing something delicious for our meal. We were called
for dinner and went to the table as if starved, which we were. There
before us were an assortment of goodies salad piled with olives, a bowl
of nectarines, and pizza piled high with black olives. As we sat we were
told that this is a passion dinner so we better eat well and with that
she brought forth a bottle of red wine. She poured the wine and as a
glass would empty she would refill it to the brim.

Later that evening things had gotten boring, most of all the chit-chat
had subsided and lulls of silence filled the air. My concentration was
on keeping empty my glass of wine till the bottles were empty. Karen
jumped up and said she had a gift for us, a video we hadn’t seen before.
She ran to get the tape as Sam said since the wine was gone he would
break out what he brought with him. I watched as now both had disappeared.

Sam reappeared first with the bag he had gently carried. Opening the
bag uncovered a gallon bottle of wine, the red type with fruit pith in
it. Karen soon came back and stuck the tape in the VCR and switched the
channels for the movie to come on. As I swallowed the sweet wine that
tasted like pop the movie exploded into view. It wasted no time and got
right to the point.

There before us was a gal sucking on a monster cock. The gal was licking
the cock up and down its length. She would pause now and then to put
the cock head between her lips to hold it there like to warm it from
the cold. She then licked it some more before squawatting over this hard
rod and making it disappear in her twat. She pumped up and down with her
puss for a long time then rose so the load of semen shot up into the air
all over the guy. Then she licked him clean all up and down his body.
The picture faded and another came up of the same gal doing a black stud
who had a more well endowed manhood. The black must of been 10 inches
long plus had an enormous thickness. She licked up and down this rod as
her tongue looked much smaller in comparison than in the last scene.

Karen came over to sit between Sam and I on the couch. She leaned toward
me and whispered “You shouldn’t be alone to watch this”. With that the
movie panned the gal taking the black cock between her lips and going
down over its length. I felt my zipper coming down with my hardness
popping from my underware as they were opened. The video was showing
her lips pursed around the blacks cock just as Karen’s lips encircled
mine. My god what a feeling, the wetness, the warmth, the tongue as
it played with my cock head. My head went back as I scooted forward to
give her a better shot of my stiffness.

My head swilled as my lust grew higher. Karen’s head moved slowly as if
she was meeting a stranger and wanted to make sure she didn’t overlook
anything important. Her tongue flicked past the opening on my cock just
pausing long enough to lick her tip across its slit. My eyes were well
shut as in the darkness my feelings heightened. Her warmness was making
my balls ache as she brought her head farther down my hardness. Her lips
were in my pubic hair as I felt the rear of her throat as my cock went
deeper toward her stomach. She rocked my cock left to right never taking
it form deep in her oral cavern, she kept rocking it side to side with
only an occasional breath passing by. My ears pulsed with the pressure
as my blood had raised. With my pulse quickening my breathing became
harder as she raised her head to bob up and down on my shaft length.
Her lips were lightly touching my cock as her teeth came in contact
with my under skin and she inhaled just as my wad exploded into her
mouth. A huge breath was inhaled into her lungs as it race past my cock
head and into her mouth. Karen twitched, bobbing recklessly about my
cock sometimes slurping others lightly sucking. Having cum I opened my
eyes to see that her gown had raised and Sam had been pumping at her
cunt. She had cum with my cock in her mouth to perhaps explain the
greatest blow job I had ever had.

She raised her cum filled mouth and frenched me letting my salt be a
main course for the 2 of us as she swallowed. It takes more that one
to make a gal super happy, you should know that Dan was something like
she muttered. Sam’s cock was hanging limply from his torso, mine was in
a flaccid state also. His sticky goo was running down her legs as she
kept on all fours. The delight on Karen’s face was an indicator of her
joy and pleasure, even if I wanted to, how could I deny her this.

Karen told me and Sam to undress and sit on the couch on each side of
her. We both did as she requested. Once there she grabbed both of our
manhoods to play with as we started to watch the movie again. A new
woman was in this flick licking the balls off some guy. The woman then
spit all over the guys cock and rubbed it up and down, I was ready to
see this man explode all over the camera. She brought forth a jar of
KY jelly and lubed the cock from top to bottom. Without hesitation she
got up and lowered herself butt first down his stiffness, ever so slow
was her lowering that you could not tell it unless you watched his
cock shorten into her rectum. when it was all the way in she started
to raise and lower those sweet buns on his cock as he tried to raise
himself deeper up her. As the woman felt him rise she would just lower
her butt as the additional weight made his ass fall.

“Come on you 2 you’re both ready again” Karen said “I need you both on
the floor and remember this is for my enjoyment also.” She led us into
the middle of the room and had us lay down toe to toe with each other.
We scooted at her command till finally our knees touched as Sam’s legs
were over mine. Karen positioned her body so she could suck Sam as she
would fuck me. Her pert ass was all that faced me. I looked up to the
TV just in time to see the woman lift her body of his rod as goo flew
into the air drenching the back of her ass and falling all over his
manhood. My eyes drifted to Karen’s cute ass waving in the air as looking
between her legs I saw Sam’s shaft fade into her mouth. As if on que she
reached my cock and holding it sank that wonderful twat around and down
over it. As i rose on an elbow I touched the hole in her butt as my TV
screen displayed another lass giving a butt fuck lesson to a guy. She
wasn’t prepared for that an wiggled her ass away from my finger so I
just lay back to enjoy the fuck and video.

My senses were filled, the velvet of Karen’s twat was working its magic
on my cock. Karen new how to make her muscles tighten and loosen around
my shaft to cause the greatest sensation but I had nothing to cling to
and that made me feel strange. Meanwhile I watched the movie of the lass
in the butt fuck. The lass had gotten off the guys cock when it dawned
on me she had not used any jelly so when she turned to suck on his rod
it all dawned on me. His rod looked clean as the lass’s lips moved all
over his rod, licking, sucking, with some biting. I was more into the
movie than my thoughts were on Karen or her pussy. What a great butt the
lass had and what a mouth but I would hold Karen’s mouth to hers any
day. Karen was thrashing wildly on my cock, her muscles beating out ITS
TIME TO COME. With that my body took a stronger stance as my ass lifted
higher in the air so penetration could be deeper. As my body was in mid
air I heard the scream but this time felt her convulsions around my
cock. The twitching muscles sometimes tickled but these were robust and
heavy, she had cum to the best climax I had felt.

Karen turned to me “What’s the matter with you? Sam came minutes ago,
you should have too.” Taking inventory of myself I found the video on
the TV must have held my mind captive with allot of motion being wasted
on me. “Must be old age” I replied, not wanting to admit the video was
more interesting than what was going on with me. We’ll fix that and she
turned on my cock to face me. Damn she blocked my view of the TV but
there in front of me was her beautiful face with its green eyes ablaze.
We’ll milk that wad from you one way or the other as she started her
gyrations on my rod. Karen’s boobs swayed back and forth till my mouth
leapt up to suck on one. She bucked and heaved and POW my pecker let
go of its spunk. What a relief as my body weakened as my rod subsided.

We were all worn out and Karen had stopped the video. An old western
came to light up the screen. Well boys you were good to me and I was
good to you, lets forget it and hit the bed. Karen was right as usual
and to bed we all three went, glad it is a king size.