Toxin Handler

I had tried online dating and was quite familiar with the online personals when I decided that I would broaden my horizons and try the “Searching for Other Relationship Types” category in the personals section. Upon viewing I noticed that there was a wide variety of swingers, fetishes and BDSM ads and decided to reply to a local ad from a married woman looking for a slave to train. Now I was familiar with BDSM and wanted to learn and try more so I figured what did I have to lose, keep an open mind and go from there.
Well within a day I got a reply back from my reply and picture I had sent. Being in really good athletic shape, 5′11 175 lbs with the weightlifter look I always got interest from the ladies and this time was no different. She instructed me to call her Mistress Jessica in all future email and conversations and told me what she was looking for. She said that I was exactly what she was looking for, someone new, good looking and open to what she wanted for the both of us. She also stated that she was married and that this would be a strictly a BDSM relationship and that her husband was ok with it.
After a few email conversations we exchanged phone numbers over one weekend and I got a call on Saturday night, Mistress Jessica was at a local bar near bye and wanted to come over to my apartment for our first initial meeting, she said that there would be no pressure to do anything and to think of it as a get to know you meeting. Well within and hour she was at my door, she was about 5′2′ 145 lbs with long brown hair wearing a pair of overalls, t-shirt and sneaks, she looked me up and down a few times over as we sat facing each other on the couch. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt which I had worn all day long.
We exchanged pleasantries while we talked about her likes and dislikes as well as mine, she stated that she was quite experienced in training a submissive like myself and was very interested in me from the pictures I had exchanged with her. She talked about the rush she got from having the power over her slave and that she really enjoyed having her slave obey her every command, spanking him and fucking him with her strap-on! Well with that last comment of being fucked by a strapon really took me aback but I knew that nothing was going to happen that night and I always had the option of backing out if that did not sit right with me. She asked me if that sounded like a relationship that I was looking for and I agreed that is was, knowing I could still back out.
The conversation lasted a while and she left it up to me as to where we wanted to go with this and I told her, thinking this would be the next time we meet (if we even go together again), that I guess the next step we should plan on trying something. And to my surprise, she ordered me to my bedroom, she must have thought I mean right then. Being the submissive I complied and entered my bedroom as she ordered me to strip naked. Stripping right in front of her, hearing her breathing grow very deep she now walked right up to me, my 6″ cock springing out, she grabbed my cock and gave me a nice moan. She then ordered and pushed me face down onto my bed while she ran her hands over my body, over my ass, spanking each cheek softly.
She asked me if I liked the spanking and I said, “Yes Mistress Jessica!” She continued to order my obedient replies as she spanked me harder and harder now, reddening my cheeks as my cock got so hard with each spank. The excitement and fear began to grow as she now got me on all fours and began to run her fingers up and down my ass crack as she rub and stroked my cock. The precum was oozing out of my cock at this point and she had it all over her fingers then ordered me to lick her fingers clean. I sucked her fingers clean, tasking my own salty precum for the first time. That really turned me on as she took her saliva soaked fingers and slowly worked a finger into my virgin asshole as I gasped, she ordered me not to move.
She removed her finger from my ass as I could hear her unsnapping her clothes as I glanced and noticed she was naked except for a strapon dildo which she must have worn to my apartment. Now I felt her position herself to enter me as she slowly worked the 7″ strapon dildo into my ass, as the muscles of my ass began to relax and take all of the nicely lubed dildo into my ass. My cock was so hard and oozing precum, I thought I was ready to explode when she reached around and grabbed my cock and said that this was what it felt like to be under Mistress Jessica’s control. She began to fuck my virgin ass while she pulled on my cock, within a minute I was exploding all over my bed as she withdrew the dildo and ordered me lick every last drop of my cum off of the bed. I did as I was told.
More to cum!

She could remember every step they took together. The first kiss, the first touches, the first time he slipped his hand under her shirt. His tentative fingers, moving haltingly at first. Then, after feeling the heat of her skin, he was emboldened. He went right for the front clasp of her bra, deftly flicking it aside. If she tried, she could still remember the slight tremble in his fingertips as he slid them over her soft nipples, there, in the dark, on her parent’s couch.
She could feel the first time his hand slid into her pants. He didn’t even hesitate, now an old pro, feeling her ripe wetness with his first two fingers. They laid in her basement, on the old musty sofa bed, holding on to each other. She could remember the sensations being overwhelming, but still wondering, at the end, if she had an orgasm.
His cock remained a mystery to her, until he grabbed her hand one night, in the back of his old car. He led her hand over it’s hard length, but she couldn’t look. Some how seeing it, made her feel shy. She just focused on pleasing him, without having to look. He didn’t object to getting hand jobs. At first, her arm would tire, but she kept going until he finished, creaming warm and sticky in her hand.
Looking at him, looking at his cock, that would come later, when she would attempt her first blow job. She kept her eyes pinched closed as she opened her mouth tentatively, first tasting him, feeling his soft head against her tongue. There in her bedroom, while her parents watched television downstairs. She willed herself to open her eyes, she saw it up close, the slightly purple color, and melded that with the sensation of him in her mouth.
She slid her mouth down his shaft, feeling the skin, rippled with veins. Still not sure of what to do, she mimicked what she had seen. He moaned every time she let his cock slide all the way to the back of her throat. Trying not to gag, she kept sucking, stopping only occasionally to lick around his head, or to look up at him to see if she was doing it right. He never looked at her, just up at the ceiling, digging his head back into the pillow. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, like she had seen before, and jerked him slowly as she sucked him.
His cock seemed to grow, getting thicker with her movements. Her jaw hurt a little, but she kept going, seeing how much he was enjoying it. Soon, his hands grabbed her shoulders, and one slipped up to the back of her head. He pushed her head down gently, pushing the head of his dick deeper and deeper. She braced herself as she felt his cock sputter in her mouth, hot come kept trapped by her lips. Not knowing what else to do, she swallowed it, somewhat reluctantly.
When it came time for her to experience oral sex, she was nervous. Having someone that close to her, it felt so intimate. But, he was persistent by this point, and she agreed. In his drafty basement, on an old futon. The first time, she was so keyed up, she couldn’t relax, and despite his continued efforts, she made him stop. He never gave up. He never wasted an opportunity to go down on her, trying to give her pleasure.
She remembered the first time he succeeded, very well. Alone in his parents house, she was stretched out half naked on his twin bed. They had been making out for hours. He kissed down her body, and when he came to her pussy, he paused. She waited, tense, until she felt his fingers graze across her. He looped his arm around her leg, and pushed one finger inside her, sweeping his tongue over her clit gently. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm wet between her legs increase. Moving her hips in a circle, she led his tongue where it felt the best. She had resisted doing this before, not wanting to seem like a slut. But, at that moment, she didn’t care. She pressed forward, making him apply more pressure. Her legs spread wide, she felt the scratchy texture of his sheets rubbing against her ass.
She could hear the real world outside, and closed her eyes on it, forcing her mind elsewhere. She conjured every dirty thought she could to her mind. She pulled up scenes from the first porno movie she had seen, the one that lived in the dust under her brother’s bed. Sneaking peeks while no one was home, she would sit so she could keep watch out the front window, in case her parent’s came home unexpectedly. Watching those scenes, now in her mind, she felt heat flood her body, small sounds escaping her lips without her control. He increased his pace with his tongue and finger, and she felt his other hand reach for her’s, squeezing it tightly.
Breathing heavily, her body started to move without her, her thighs tightening around his head, her hand crushing his, as her pleasure flooded her in waves. Heat was pulsing and tingling through her, her hips pushing into him, not wanting any ounce of sensation to escape her. Crying out into the silence of the room, her eyes flew open, and looked down at him, the picture of concentration and determination. When she finally stopped moving, he looked up at her and smiled, a man vindicated.
After that day, they would sneak chances to repeat it any way they could. They would do it inside, outside, in every stolen moment they were together. It became a ritual, pleasuring one another. She had become so comfortable with it, that she didn’t mind the intimacy anymore. She craved his mouth on her, craved the loss of control. The pleasure he could give her was almost as good as what she gave herself. They knew each other well.
There was only one other first that they would share. The first time they went all the way. Made love. Fucked. That day had burned an impression on her brain, a mark that would never go away. Her first time, with anyone. With him. It was not his first time, not even his second or third. She was almost glad of that fact. It seemed to ease the pressure somehow. Let her off the hook. All her friends told her that she would never enjoy it, never have much pleasure from it. It would probably hurt. So, she never expected it to be anything more than an exercise in growing up. A rite of passage.
That day, the day they chose to do it, they met for dinner. The tension in the air, the weight of expectation hung around them. So much so, that she was sure everyone could tell where their night would lead. There was a sign above their head that read, These two are going to have sex later. Somehow, they made it through the food, and on to the movie. The movie they never watched, but instead spent almost every minute of it making out, hands roaming in the dark corner of the back row.
When it was finally over, it was back to his house, deserted by his parents for an evening out. He led her upstairs, with much more solemnity than usual, almost like a walk to the guillotine. He lit a few candles, and then sat next to her on the bed. They picked up their kissing, nimble tongues going over the same, well-worn paths. Months of kissing had forged the pattern. His shirt came off first, tossed aside into the constant pile of dirty laundry on his floor.
He laid her down, reaching under her shirt in that familiar, innocent way. It took her back to pleasant memories of their early days, his soft hands feeling her chest rise and fall. Their clothes shed slowly, taking their time like they usually did. Nothing seemed different, except the end result of their evening. All the other details hit her brain the same way. Felt the same. Even the room smelled the same as it had all those times before, a mix between pine and Downy.
His tongue found her pussy the same as always, her thighs giving a slight tremble, showing her nerves. She let her hand run through his hair, encouraging him, staying in touch with him. Her body responded, her hips rotated in their slow dizzy circle. She could feel this feeling forever. That tension, her body like a warm coiled spring. His warm lips and breath on her pussy. It was the closest she had ever felt to him. Her body was getting anxious, moving closer, riding against his face harder.
He pulled away, wiping her wetness off of his face with a nearby towel. He climbed up her body, reaching past her head to the night table for the condom he had waiting there. He had trouble with it, trying to get it to roll down. Once he had, he looked at her one last time before there was no turning back, asking if she was sure. It was the first time in a long time she saw him timid, almost scared. Suddenly, his position over her was awkward.
Her quiet reply of yes hung in the air, as his cock rested between her legs, waiting, nudging. His first attempts to enter her didn’t quite work, despite his efforts to guide himself inside. He took a long deep breath in and out. He kissed her hard on the lips, and she felt him push into her, slowly at first.
It was then she felt the first twinge of pain. The stretching sensation caused her to shift under him, trying to hide the discomfort on her face. For a brief moment, she just wanted him to hurry up, get it over with. But, he waited. She felt her discomfort subside and he looked at her expectantly before he continued. After nodding her approval, he moved further inside her, letting her get used to him being there before he moved on. Before long, he was to the hilt. She felt the width, length, every bit of him.
Before she even had the chance to notice, he was moving over her, pushing inside of her with small strokes. At first, she felt the tug, and the pain with each tiny thrust. But, after a few minutes, her mind was registering the full feeling of him inside her body. The rubbing of his pelvis against her sensitive clit. He pulled her legs around his back, and she clamped them tight around him. He slid slightly deeper, causing a gasp to escape her mouth. She didn’t know if she had made another sound, her body so focused on the new thing it was doing. It started to feel good.
He was patient. He moved slowly, despite his obvious urge to plow into her faster to satisfy himself. He seemed a man on a mission. Her mind couldn’t focus on any thoughts, couldn’t give herself an image to titillate or arouse. All she could do was feel. Her hips started to push up against his, her body moving like it always did. But, somehow, it felt different. Like a part of her pleasure was trapped inside, and she had to get it out. His mouth found her neck, nibbling slightly as she heard his quiet grunts in her ear.
It was at that moment she wished for music, or some other noise to fill the room, as it was soon occupied only by their guttural moans, and their bodies, skin moving together and pulling apart. He swirled his hips around, moving his pelvis over her clit like his tongue would have. She bit into his shoulder, reveling in the new sensation, the ease of his motion. Every time he moved to pull their bodies apart, she tried to keep him inside her just a few seconds more. After teasing a little more, he started moving more quickly. She found herself getting caught up in his rhythm, allowing herself to be truly fucked by him, losing herself in his power.
She was close. She could tell by now, how her body felt right before. Like her skin was on fire, each inch covered in electrical sparks. Her muscles tight, like she was a snake ready to pounce. His hips were hitting her faster, his body rigid above her. She felt the sweat that covered both of them, a warm mixture sealing them together. He looked down at her, right into her eyes. She held his gaze for a beat, before it all became too much. It overwhelmed her. Her mind and body had enough. She couldn’t hold on anymore.
Her eyes shut tight, as her body uncoiled, her thighs grabbing his body and keeping him close. She dug into his neck with her fingers, gasping and shuddering, as her body was throwing pleasure out in every direction. It had taken her by surprise, the fury with which she came, the power their bodies had together. Her friends had been wrong, her pleasure found her as it always had.
As she was finishing, she felt his forehead pressed into hers. He moaned above her, his cock twitching violently inside her, as he came. His muscles went slack. His body laid heavy over her, gasping breath muffled by the pillow under her head. Her eyes scanned the room, to see if anything had changed. Somehow it felt like everything should be different. Not just her, not just them. But, everything stood as it did before. He slowly rolled off her, disposing of the condom, before coming to lay beside her. By the time his parents returned, they were watching television as they always had before.
It wasn’t long after, that they went their separate ways. She would go on to have firsts with other people, but no other time would be the same. He was her first. Her first of all things.

It started, innocently enough, with a chance meeting in a men’s chat room. We had a torrid on-line conversation, and before signing off, we exchanged personal email addresses. I immediately wrote Paul a hot email, and he responded. Hot emails full of fantasy, and hot male pictures of each other went back and forth. Once a week or so, when time allowed, we would meet in a chat room and get each other very worked up, masturbating on-line and telling one another how horny we were.
One morning while on-line Paul suggested a phone call, and I said yes. That first phone call was so, so hot. We undressed each other and fantasized together about kissing and touching, sucking and fucking. Over the ensuing months we continued to hook up for hot phone sex. That started a dream about hooking up in person, but we lived 2500 miles apart.
But we had a goal, and with a lot of effort, we finally worked out a weekend together, away from the families.
“Keith, I can’t believe we are finally going to be able to meet in person,” my phone lover said into the phone.
“I can’t either, baby. After nearly 2 years of chatrooms, swapping sexy pictures and videos and hot phone sex, we are really going to be able to touch each other. Paul, I am so excited.”
“See you tomorrow, Keith, for dinner and …” his voicing rising, “I can’t wait to get to you. Good night lover.”
We are meeting for a late dinner. As fate would have it, we arrive at the lounge for dinner nearly simultaneously. I see you get out of the cab, out on to the sidewalk, and you look so good. We walk up to each other and give a friendly hug, arms around each other’s shoulders. Only a person watching closely would see you arch your back and grind your pelvis into mine. Your penis telling me how much it wants me.
I know the owner of the lounge and he has already set up a table in a back corner, a poorly lit and out of the way booth. The host leads us back to our table. As he does, my hand touchs yours and a spark goes up my arm and throughout my body.
We both slide to the center of the booth close to each other and you lean in and kiss me softly on the cheek. You whisper how excited you are to be here with me. I slide my hand under the table and pat your thigh, and I feel your leg move towards me.
“Yes, honey, I am glad we were able to get out tonight. Some wine? Or a martini for you, baby?” I ask.
We talk about life, love and all the little things that fill our existence. Our waiter comes and I ask him to bring me my box, with which he promptly returns.
My heart is pounding. “A gift for you, Paul. The instructions are inside the box, but you’ll need to go to the Men’s room to open it… in a stall.” I feel both of our hands shaking as you take it from me. As you leave the table, I rub myself under the table in anticipation of your return from the bathroom.
Dutifully, you go to the stall, close the door and open your present. You find a piece of paper with these instructions: “Take off your pants and underwear. Throw away your underwear unless they are your silks, but in any case do NOT return to the table wearing them. Now in the box you will find this little white probe. There is only one place it’s designed to be inserted. I want you to put it there, get it comfortable and put your pants back on, come back to the table when you are ready. Thank you, lover”
It seems an eternity before the Men’s room door opens and finally it does and out you come. Even in the low light at this distance, I can see how excited you are. You are practically ripping the front out of your pants. It’s a good thing the restaurant has mostly emptied out.
As you slide back into your seat I see your gaze has changed. Your eyes are full of wanton lust. Your voice quivers as you say thank you for your gift.
“It is my pleasure, Paul… and yours.” I whisper.
We are both smiling as we toast our budding friendship. I know you have a throbbing erection under the table and thinking about how close it is to me, makes my cock ache for you.
Though we continue to work our way through the 2nd and 3rd course and our conversation, I can tell you are definitely distracted. In fact, it takes me a few minutes to realize you are doing small pelvic tilts, rocking on your ass, slowly fucking yourself with your anal probe. How excited I am to bring you this pleasure.
I let me hand fall beneath the table, slide my hand to your thigh, and a very loud sigh emanates from you. Automatically, you say “sorry” and I laugh. I massage your thigh and move closer to your crotch.
“You nasty man, Paul.” I chastise. I can hardly speak I am so breathless. “NOT zipping up. How indecent of you.” I slip my hand into your pants while you eat and feel your enormous rod in my hand. You have NEVER been so huge. Your cock feels so wonderful in my hand as I wrap my fingers around your pole and stroke your erection. I whisper how “sorry” I am to tease you like this, but I must. As the waiter brings our main course, I remove my hand so we can eat.
“If this room were empty,” I ask, “would you like me to fuck you right on this table?”
You stare at me dumbly, amazed and confounded by the audacity of the question. There is, however, no denying the answer in your eyes. It might as well be a hot red neon sign flashing: “YES”.
I slip my hand into my pants pocket and touch another small box. It has a dial on it, which I turn to 3. All of a sudden, you experience a strange, but oh-so-enjoyable vibration in your ass. You are, however, unable to repress another rather loud gasp. Oh what the other patrons must think of you, Paul.
“It is a sweet feeling, isn’t it honey?” I ask. “I gave it a trial run a few days ago to find out how much to surprise you with tonight. Tell me you like it”
“Like it?” You question. “Oh god, I love it. Love it. Damn near give you up for it,” you laugh.
I turn it down to I so we can manage a civil conversation and eat our dinner. Periodically, I slide my hand back under the table to maintain that fantastic erection you have. I have long since pulled that glowing cock out of your pants so I don’t have to spend precious moments searching for it. I wish I could slide under the rich red tablecloth and suck your knob. To feel your aching penis seeking it’s relief in my mouth. Finally, the waiter comes, clears the table and asks if we’d like dessert. We both laugh. The waiter looks at us as if we are demented. We laugh louder.
You and I stuff your cock into your pants, zip you up and I turn off the remote vibrator.
“Lover, did I tell you I got a room for us upstairs?” I ask innocently. “A Jacuzzi suite?”
You turn, kiss me dangerously close to my lips, grab my hand, pulling me from the booth.
“Let’s go NOW,” you practically scream.

She was standing around at the party. Her name was Claire, she had long brown hair and brown eyes and she was fairly tall. She had very large and beautiful breasts. She had just picked up a fresh drink and she was desperately trying to avoid the guy who had been talking to her all night. She found him extremely annoying. She scanned the crowd for an attractive face. Her eyes met many of those about, some replied with smiles, some with stares and some with no reaction whatsoever. Typical, she thought. Some people are no good at acknowledging strangers. She was admiring one of the more interesting male heads in the room when she noticed someone staring at her. It was tall, dark haired girl much like herself. This girl’s hair was almost black. She was wearing a red tank top that showed off her impressive cleavage and she had on really tight jeans. The girl smiled and moved towards her. Good, thought Claire, maybe there’s someone else here who’s as bored as me…I just hope she’s not annoying.
“Do you know Bob?” the girl asked.
“Who? Bob Dwight, Bob?” Claire confusedly replied.
“Yeah, he told me you were a friend of his.”
“I guess you could say that…sure, I know’em.”
“Cool, he’s the only reason I’m at this party…I’m Kelly.”
“Claire.”
“It’s nice to meet you. Finally someone to talk to at this place…I was wandering around for ages…”
“I’ve had the same problem.”
The two girls continued to talk for most of the rest of the evening. They found they had a lot in common, liked a lot of the same movies and music. Both were happy to have met someone new. When Kelly decided to leave she expressed how much fun it had been.
“I’m just glad I found someone interesting to talk to for once. Sometimes these things really suck.”
“Yeah, it was nice meeting you.”
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around. Maybe with Bob sometime.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Bye.” And she left
Claire stood there. She had had a great time. That was really nice, she thought. But it was time to get out of there so she took off rapidly noticing that her annoying would-be stalker had finally reappeared and was making his way towards her.
Two weeks later Claire was lying on her bed listening to music when the phone rang. It was Kelly. She had almost forgot about her. Almost. Kelly said that she and Bob and maybe some other people were going to see “Knock, knock” that night and Bob had told her to call Claire and ask if she wanted to come. Of course Claire wanted to come. The critics had said, “’Knock, knock’ is silly, sweet and endearing.” They would meet at 7:00.
“I don’t know where everyone else is,” said Kelly, disappointedly. “They said they’d all be here at 6:50 at the latest.”
“Maybe they’re just running late,” helped Claire.
“Maybe, we’ll see…I’ll call from that pay phone.”
“Sounds good.”
“Fuck! They’re not coming!” said Kelly as she walked out of the booth.
“Why!?!”
“They’re all at Bob’s and he can’t get the car and they ‘feel’ that they wouldn’t make it in time. Fuck!”
“Well, we can still see it.”
“You’re right, you’re right. Let’s go see the movie.” So they did.
Claire was enjoying the movie. It was silly but it was kinda cute. She just didn’t feel right during it. She kept thinking that Kelly was looking at her funny but when she’d turn Kelly would be staring intently at the screen. Just your imagination, she told herself. Then Kelly moved around a bit so that her thigh was completely up against Claire’s. Claire moved away. Doesn’t she have some respect for my space? she thought. The whole aisle’s hers. A few more times she thought Kelly was staring but who could really tell? At the end of the movie Kelly grabbed Claire’s hand and led her out of the theatre. Claire swore she had rubbed her palm with her finger just a little. But she wasn’t completely sure.
“Let’s go get some food,” suggested Kelly.
The phone rang. Claire got up to get it.
“Hello?” she said as she answered the phone.
“Hey darlin’, it’s Kelly,” said the voice on the other end.
“Oh…hey, what’s up?” said Claire. She was kind of surprised. She didn’t know that Kelly had her number.
“I was just wondering…” Kelly paused for a moment, “we had a pretty good time last weekend didn’t we?”
“Uh yeah, sure,” Claire responded.
“So, you wanna do it again? Like, I mean, go see a movie?”
“Umm, ok. Why not? So, what you wanna see?”
So it was set. That night they would see another movie. Claire was pretty happy. She had a new friend and this one looked she was becoming a good one fast. They had talked on ICQ a few times during the week and had got along great again.
As they bought their tickets Kelly grabbed Claire’s hand and pulled her into the theatre. They got a spot in the back row for “The Horror!”
“I may get scared so don’t be surprised if I leap into your lap,” said Kelly.
“Ok, don’t worry, it’s just a movie.”
Kelly sat there still holding on to Claire’s hand. She’s just really friendly, Claire thought. Partway through Kelly threw her arms around Claire and shoved her head to Clarie’s breasts. Claire held her and reassured her. During a couple of these comforting moments Claire could of sworn she thought she felt something brush against her leg and once she thought she felt something brush against her breast. It’s the movie, she thought, you’re scared. At the subway platform they parted ways.
“Thanks for being there, it was great.” Kelly said.
“No problem, it was a great movie.”
“See ya later then?”
And she pecked Claire directly on the lips. Claire didn’t move. What was that? What is going on? Did Kelly just kiss her? Kelly boarded the train and waved one last time through the window. Claire didn’t move. What? This didn’t make any sense.
“Listen, I don’t know what that was about but I’m not into that sort of thing.”
“Claire, it’s not like that. I didn’t think you wanted to be lesbian lovers or something. I’m just really touchy-feely. I’m really sorry you feel this way. Let me make it up to you and I’ll explain everything!”
“Uh, I don’t know…”
“Please!!!”
“Alright, alright. Sorry I got confused.”
“That’s ok, life’s always confusing.”
Claire hung up the phone.
Going to a nice restaurant? Claire thought that was really odd. Claire’s explanation for this was that Kelly already valued her so much as a friend she’d do anything to not scare her away. Maybe Kelly really didn’t have many friends because of the way she behaved? They’d have fun anyway. They’d get all dressed up and eat a great meal. It would be great.
“Sorry about the whole thing. I’m just weird about human contact. I love it. I guess I should have told you that ahead of time. Anyway, am I forgiven?” She was wearing a very short black dress that showed off her ample cleavage and left very little to the imagination.
“Yes! And don’t worry, I’m totally ok with it I was just a little surprised.” Claire was a little more conservative; her dress going partway down her thigh.
“Cool. Let’s eat.”
So they ate and they talked and they talked and they ate and they got along famously. At the end of the meal Claire was glancing around the very expensive restaurant when she felt a hand at her hip slide down her leg to her knee…
“Hey! Wanna go out dancing? I know this great club where we can pick up really hot guys!”
“Umm, ok. Sounds good. I don’t really have a curfew anyway so we can do what we want,” replied Claire.
They went to the club and they began to dance. Neither of them saw any super hot guys and Kelly thought it was a bad night. They ended up dancing together and after a few too many drinks they found themselves grinding. Kelly then moved her hands from Claire’s hips up over her breasts and out on her arms till she held her hands. Claire, feeling fun and free didn’t seem to care. They had been drinking after all. Soon they began dancing face to face and Kelly began to rub her body against Claire’s. She kissed Claire passionately. Claire reeled but Kelly pulled her back, said she was drunk and it wouldn’t happen again. It didn’t and they danced, body next to body, together for another hour with a group of envious guys getting a little action here and there. At the end of the night Claire had to pull Kelly off some repulsive Italian she had found and was trying to sleep with. They went out to find a cab.
“Wanna come back to my place and watch a movie.”
“Uh, I don’t know…I’m kinda tired.”
“That’s ok. We can lie down. Please!”
“Ok, ok! I will. Just no more dancing!”
They walked into Kelly’s house and Claire put down her purse.
“I just have to go upstairs for a sec, wanna see my room?”
“Uh, ok,” said Claire.
They got in Kelly’s room and Kelly shut the door. She immediately kissed Claire passionately with her tongue and Claire pushed her away.
“What the fuck!?!” Claire said.
Kelly drew her near and kissed her again, this time for much longer. Claire stood there motionless but then her arms began to come up. Slowly, as Kelly continued to kiss her Claire began to kiss back pulled Kelly towards her.
“See, it’s not so bad…it’s kinda good,” said Kelly encouragingly.
Kelly kissed her neck and pulled Claire’s dress halfway down. Kelly sucked her nipples and fondled Claire’s c-cup breasts. Kelly pulled off Claire’s dress and panties. She stuck her hand between Claire’s legs and rubbed. Claire trembled. Kelly rubbed their tits together and she took off her own dress. She rubbed the nipples together and she kissed Claire again. Claire moaned like she never thought she could. She gave Claire a nipple to suck and Claire moaned harder. Kelly pushed her down on the bed and rubbed her tits. She traced a line with her tongue from the breasts to Claire’s pussy. Kelly nibbled her clit and shoved her tongue into Claire’s pussy. She wiggled it around and around and Claire screamed at the top of her lungs. Then Kelly shoved her pussy into Claire’s face and she continued to dive into her pussy in the 69 position. Claire got her first taste of pussy and loved it. She patted Kelly’s clit and passionately ate between her lips. Kelly and Claire screamed into each other. Kelly then got up and grabbed a strap-on that was conveniently lying next to the bed. She shoved it between Claire’s legs and Claire yelped. Kelly thrusted and thrusted and dove her head into Claire’s tits. Claire dug her nails into Kelly’s back and screamed. Kelly kissed Claire passionately. After a while she pulled out.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Claire moaned.
She took off the strap-on and then grabbed a double-tipped dildo. She stuck it in her pussy and it stuck out like a cock.
“That’s better! Now I can have fun too,” she said. She grabbed Claire’s hand, pulled her up off the bed and pushed her against the wall. Kelly thrusted again, this time getting her end of the dildo thrust into her body too. Claire screamed and threw her legs around Kelly’s waist. Kelly thrust harder and they both came together, as one. It was Claire’s third orgasm of the night.
Claire awoke suddenly. She was completely naked and in Kelly’s arms under some sheets in Kelly’s double bed. She got up and got dressed. And then, as quietly as she could, she left Kelly’s room and the house. She walked down the street and boarded the night bus for home. The next afternoon, once she had gotten up, she asked her parents if anyone had called while she was asleep. Her parents said no. She wondered why Kelly hadn’t called. So she called her.
“I’m sorry I left but that just wasn’t me.”
“You can’t admit you didn’t like it. I saw the look in your eyes, I heard you yell.”
“I didn’t…enjoy…it.”
“Right, like I’m gonna believe that…anyway, it doesn’t matter. The thing is that I took advantage of you while you were drunk and I shouldn’t have.”
“You didn’t take advantage of me!”
“Then why did you let it happen? Did you want it?”
“No! I told you that!”
“Anyway, I just wanted you to let me make it up to you. We’ll go to a movie…no sex!”
“You think I’m stupid!?!”
“No, of course not. Just let me have one more chance…just friends.”
“No.”
“Please!!!”
“No!”
“C’mon, please!!! Pretty please with cheese on top!”
“Um, fine. But don’t pull anything!”
“Fine!”
They made so much noise making out in that theatre that they had to be removed.

Nathan met them as they all gathered at the table for dinner. This time, no one groaned at his approach; his speech had adequately reminded them of the reality of their situation. They all sat together, much changed from the people they were days ago and much richer as a result. For some, the change had been financial but for all, the changes had been emotional and life-changing.
“Good evening.”
“Evening, Nathan.”
“Wow, you all very elegant tonight. Any special occasion?”
“No.” James spoke for the group. “We just thought it would be fun.”
“Ah, well, I have some good news for you. Tonight, one of you will receive the tenth scavenger hunt task and my benefactor felt that that would be a milestone for you. So, provided that the tenth task is completed, you will be flown to the Bahamas for a few days of rest, relaxation and for all of you, hopefully some sex.” The group cheered, smiling at each other. Nathan couldn’t help but notice that Ashley seemed distracted. “And speaking about sex, you will be permitted to invite one person to go on the trip with you.”
“Invite someone? I don’t understand.”
“Someone from home, Shane, such as a girlfriend or boyfriend. Maybe your sister or your mother. It’s up to you.”
Beverly heard Nathan’s words and saw that he had looked at her when he said the word, mother. There was no way in hell that she wanted to invite her mother on this trip. In the last nearly two weeks, she had lost almost fifteen pounds. She was so looking forward to this Bahamas trip so that she could do some shopping. She had no one that she wanted to invite. She stole a glance at James and wondered whom he would invite. “What if we don’t have anyone we want to invite?”
“Then you go alone. There’s nothing that says that you have to invite someone, Beverly. The offer is just out there for anyone who wishes to take it.”
Shane thought for a moment. Once again, he was the third wheel. Everyone else would be paired up, except him. He thought about whom he would like to invite and one name kept popping into his head. Jaime. Since he’d come to grips with his sexuality, he had given a lot of thought to his best friend and their relationship. He’d known Jaime since the first day of school and they’d been dorm mates ever since. Jaime’s room was directly across the hall from his and they spent a lot of time in each other’s company, either clubbing or studying. A couple of times, he had caught Jaime looking at him and wondered if he, too, was gay.
“I have someone I’d like to invite, Nathan.”
“All right. Give me the information and I’ll get to work on the details.”
Shane went off with Nathan, leaving the group to study their menus. James looked at Beverly, feeling a nervousness that he hadn’t felt in a long time. She hadn’t waited for his escort to dinner and even though she’d smiled at him when they were seated, the smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“How about you?”
“Huh?”
James swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Are you going to invite anyone?”
“Don’t have anyone I’d want to invite.”
“Oh.” He watched as she returned her attention to the menu. “Beverly.”
“Hm?”
“Why aren’t you talking to me?”
Beverly released a deep sigh. “I don’t know, James. Maybe I don’t want to get hurt.”
“Beverly, do you really think I’d hurt you?”
His eyes were so sincere but she’d heard of James Weathers before this hunt had started. She knew about his women and about his conquests and she had no wish to be another notch on his bedpost. “Not knowingly.”
“Not at all, Bev.”
“Is that what you said to all those other women?”
James saw the pain in her eyes and didn’t look away. “No. I didn’t say anything to those women.” He cupped her cheek gently. “I never felt this way about any of them.”
“But why me, James? An overweight puff of black woman.”
“I can’t really tell you why it’s you. I can tell you that I don’t see an overweight puff of black woman. I did when I first met you. But you’re different, Beverly. You’re different from any other woman I’ve ever met and it’s not just one thing, it’s a combination of things. It’s your color, it’s your laugh, it’s your smarts … but most of all, it’s what I see in your eyes.”
“And what’s that?” She asked softly.
“Hope.”
Beverly’s heart skipped a beat, especially when he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. Her stomach flopped and a deep liquid warmth spread through her pussy. James broke the kiss and she just gazed at him for a long moment. “Thank you, James. I believe that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“I’m not saying it to be nice.”
“I know.”
Shane returned, his usual enthusiasm waking everyone at the table. “Well, ladies and gents, are we ready to order?”
*****
Jaime Scott had been listless all day. He wasn’t sure why but he could trace its beginnings to the day that Shane had left on that scavenger hunt. Oh, fuck it! He went to the refrigerator and pulled out another beer. He knew exactly why he felt this way. He missed Shane. After all, Shane was his best friend. Best friend? No, Shane was more than that but he didn’t know what to do about it.
He remembered the first time he’d seen Shane. Jaime had been on assignment for the school’s newspaper, The Clarion, and had to take photos of the new football players. Most of the players were idiots, fresh from big-man-on-campus in their respective high schools, now low-man-on-the-totem-pole in college and resenting it immensely. All they seemed to want to talk about was where to find the easiest girls and which bars were the best.
Shane had entered the locker room, looking like a lost little boy among the beefier new candidates and offered him the warmest smile and most intelligent interview of the bunch. Jaime was instantly smitten. But Shane was the quarterback and very soon after, became the star quarterback, totally out of his league.
But much to Jaime’s surprise, Shane had sought him out after noticing him taking pictures of the game and had invited him to the after party. From then on, they were almost inseparable. There was a month or two when Shane had dated Loriann Carswell but that was it. For nearly three years, they were close pals.
What Shane didn’t know was that Jaime was in love with him. In love. He had discovered that just in these last two weeks. He had never had a relationship with a man, but he knew that he wanted to have one with Shane. His cock was hard just thinking about Shane’s naked flesh against his. The only problem was … he didn’t know if Shane was gay or not.
The phone rang, breaking his meditation and he grudgingly answered it. “Hello?”
“Hey, Jaime! It’s Shane!”
Jaime’s heart leapt in his chest. “Hey, Shane, where are you?”
“Lake Tahoe but we’re about to head to the Bahamas.”
“We?”
“That’s a long story, Jai, and I don’t have that much time.”
“So what’d you call for?”
“We’re allowed to bring someone to the Bahamas with us and I want you to come.”
“You want me to come?”
“Yeah, Jaime. Frankly, I couldn’t think of anyone else that I’d want here but you.” Shane’s voice softened. “I’ve really been missing you.”
“I’ve missed you, too, Shane. It just hasn’t been … “
“The same? Yeah, I agree. Listen, Jaime, when you get down here, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
“About us?”
“Yeah.”
Jaime’s throat dried up. “What is it? Just tell me.”
“No, I want to wait until you get here. I want to see you face-to-face.”
“You’re making me very scared, Shane.”
“Believe me, Jai, I’m petrified myself.” Shane cleared his throat. “Pack enough stuff for three days. Nathan’s gonna talk to you to get everything arranged and I’ll see you when you get here.”
“Okay, Shane.”
“Don’t be too worried about what I want to talk to you about. No matter what happens, we’ll always be friends.”
That statement scared Jaime even more. He swallowed and said, “I hope so.”
*****
“Oh, Megan! You look sick!” Carmela Donato’s exclamation was heard by all the girls working front desk and she was right. Megan’s skin was white and a sheen of perspiration had broken out on her forehead. “What are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to make sure that everything was okay.”
“Everything’s fine, honey. You go back to bed.”
“Okay.” Megan turned to leave, then quickly returned. “Oh, Carmela, can you get me yesterday’s customer report? I’d like to look it over while I recuperate.”
“Sure. Can you watch the desk for a minute?”
“Yes, just please hurry.”
While Carmela went to fetch the report, Megan pulled the card key drawer open, found the key for room 510 and tucked it into her pocket. A moment later, her friend returned with a sheaf of green bar papers. “Here you go.”
“Thanks and tell Doris that I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”
“No problem. Get well!”
Megan nodded, holding the reports tightly as she fingered the stolen card key in her pocket, visions of her reward from Matthew dancing in her mind.
*****
At the end of supper, Nathan appeared with an envelope and everyone held their breaths as he gestured for Shane to join him. “First, I wanted to tell you that all the preparations for your friend have been made. Once you complete the task, I’ll have the ticket issued and inform him of the flight times.”
“Thank you.”
“And now, the task.”
Shane opened the envelope and read the printed content. “By now, you should have had a nice dinner and are ready to accomplish your tenth task on the scavenger hunt. The tenth task is to have sex with a hooker of Nathan’s choice. Simple task? No. Shane must be chosen to accomplish this. The reward will be $5,000 dollars, with $2,000 for the non-participants. The proof required is an ass full of cum. The proof must be shown to Nathan. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion.”
Shane looked up from his reading. “A hooker of your choice?” Nathan nodded. “What does that mean?”
“That means that I get to choose who you screw.”
“That doesn’t sound fair.”
Nathan just smiled. “Are you saying that you don’t trust me, Mr. Kingsley? I’m so disappointed.”
“Uh, no. I trust you, Nathan, you know that.”
“But?”
“But in light of my recent … er, situation … “
“Ah, I see. You’re concerned that you’ll have to perform with a woman.” Nathan tucked the discarded invitation back into his jacket pocket. “Who said it was a woman?”
Shane perked up at that. “Then what … “
Nathan put his arm around Shane’s shoulders. “Buy me a drink and I’ll fill you in.”
The cocktail lounge was filled with people, mostly women dressed alluringly in short dresses or mini skirts and either dancing or mingling with others. Nathan went directly to the bar and found two seats on the far side and ordered two apple martinis. Shane had never had one before but he didn’t want to anger Nathan. After all, he was making the choice so Shane decided to check out the clientele.
“So, what do you think?”
“L-Looks good.” Shane accepted his drink from Nathan and took a sip.
“Picked anyone out?”
“No. I thought you were going to make the choice.”
“I am. I just thought you might have scoped someone out.”
“Naw.”
Nathan nodded. “There are an awful lot of good-looking ladies here … “
“Nathan, you said … “
“I know what I said.” Nathan chuckled. “Just messing with you.”
“Um, excuse me.” Shane turned, smiling into the eyes of a gorgeous Spanish woman, holding a ten dollar bill. “Could you get the bartender’s attention for me?”
“Uh, sure.” Shane gestured to the bartender and watched as the woman ordered a mojito. “That’s interesting.”
“What?”
“Your drink. Not too many people order that.”
“I can’t help it. I’m from Cuba and it makes me think of home.”
“I see.” Shane leaned back to talk to Nathan and found him gone.
“Your friend left. May I sit down?”
“Uh, sure.”
“I’ll give up the seat when he gets back, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Uh, no. That’s not necessary. You’re a lady and ladies get to sit. I’ll give him my chair.”
The woman laughed. “Is he a lady?”
“No, but he’s older than me.”
Her dark eyes sparkled. “I see chivalry is not dead with you.”
“Not at all.” He smiled. “I’m Shane.”
“I’m Rosalinda.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, too.”
The conversation continued over the next hour. Shane was aware that Nathan hadn’t returned during the first twenty minutes but after that, his attention was taken by Rosalinda. She was very witty and he so enjoyed laughter to ruminating on Jaime’s visit, worrying about its outcome. She bought the second round and they enjoyed the drinks, talking and laughing.
“Shane?”
“Yes?”
“Do you have a room here?”
“Yes.”
“Would you mind if we went up there? It’s awfully loud down here.”
“Sure. Let’s order a drink and take it up.”
“Okay.”
Once upstairs, Rosalinda sat on the bed and gave him a smile. “You seem like a nice man, Shane.”
“I am. Why, is there a problem?”
“No.” She pushed her shoes off, scooting backwards to sit at the headboard. “I think you’re really cute. But I have to be honest with you.”
“Yes?” Shane shucked off his shoes and sat down on the bed also. He had complained to Nathan about a female selection but he was captivated by this woman. She was beautiful in an exotic way but there was something about her … something that he couldn’t put a finger on, but something he wanted to explore. Nathan had never returned; he could only hope that she was his choice.
“I’m a … “ Rosalinda looked down into her drink. “I’m a … “
“Prostitute?”
Her face pinwheeled from surprise to relief. “Yes, but I’m very fastidious about my partners and I always use condoms.”
“That’s nice to know.”
She looked up at him. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yes.” He touched her cheek. “Did Nathan ‘arrange’ you for me?”
Rosalinda’s smile was genuine. “I’m not supposed to tell, but yes.”
“Good. If Nathan trusts you, I trust you.”
Rosalinda set her drink down and moved closer to him. “Nathan is a sweet man. He said that you might like me so … I won’t charge you.”
“That’s all right.” Shane whispered, touching his lips to her teasingly. “I’ll pay you.”
Rosalinda threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close and pressing her coral lips onto his. He responded avidly, his tongue slipping through and tangling with hers. She moaned into his mouth and he shivered, feeling the buzz crawl down his spine and into his hardening cock. When her hand closed over his crotch, his groaned so loudly that she giggled. “Mmm, feels like something down here wants a little attention.”
“Oh, yeah.” He whispered against her mouth, opening his legs to allow her easier access. “How about you?”
Rosalinda took his hand and placed it on her thigh. Shane hummed in contentment as he slid his hand up her stockinged leg, pausing at her hip and running his fingers under the edges of her panties. She whimpered. He let his hand move farther down and … a penis?!?
“Holy shit!”
Shane just stared at the gorgeous woman, his mouth hanging open. She sat huddled against the headboard, her dark eyes filled with fear, then jumped out of the bed, heading for the door.
“WAIT!”
Rosalinda paused at the door, trembling in fear. “I’m sorry!”
“No, Rosa, I’m sorry. Please.” He kept his distance from her. “I just … I didn’t know.” Tears sparkled on her eyelashes. “I’ve never been with anyone like you.”
Her laugh was forced and nervous. “That’s all right.” Rosalinda opened the door. “I’ll see you later.”
“No, Rosalinda.” Shane grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Please. Be my first.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He moved closer, pulling her into his arms. “The thought of you having a penis was a surprise but I’m so hard right now … ”
He felt her hand move down and give him a squeeze. “Mmm, I see.”
“Will you stay?”
“Will you fuck me?”
Shane chuckled. “That’s a stupid question.”
“Then, I’ll stay.”
Shane pushed the purse off her shoulder, locked the door and wrapped her in his passionate embrace, kissing her deeply. Her small tongue sought to conquer his, tracing the ridges of his teeth and the contours of his lips. He smiled, pushing her back onto the bed and grasping her penis with sure and steady hand. She moaned, pressing against his palm and he pulled her panties down, taking her six-inch cock into his hand and stroking it. Without a second thought, he moved down and took her meat into his mouth, groaning over the sweet scent of her musk and the taste of her pre-cum.
“Oh, yes.” While Shane sucked her prick, she unbuttoned her dress, spreading it open and rubbing her nipples. “Oh, Shane. God, yes, suck my cock.” His tongue slid down its length, laving the soft skin and nipping the edges of the crown. She gasped, a tremble snaking through her body. Shane released her flesh and bit and licked the insides of her silky thighs, driving her crazy with passion.
Rosalinda’s tiny hands stripped him of his clothes and she pulled him down, her cock rubbing against his, spreading sticky juice onto their stomachs and her tongue over his lips. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, biting down on it and drawing a loud moan from her, his hand stroking her tool. “Turn over.”
Shane took the lube from her hand and squeezed a bit onto her pucker, using a finger to work it in. Rosalinda growled, pushing back and taking his finger up to the knuckle. “Come on, Shane. Quit teasing me. Put that goddamned chunk of meat in me!”
“Is this what you want?” Shane rubbed the fat head of his cock against her slick hole and she answered with a deep moan. He pressed in, closing his eyes and relishing that first feeling of his cock head being squeezed into a tight ass and sliding into its hot canal. He groaned, his hands on her hips as she pushed back into him.
“Oh, yes!”
He gave her a stroke, teasing them both into shudders of excitement, then moved again, finding a steady rhythm that had both breathless. Rosalinda was so beautiful, her sensual dark eyes heavy-lidded and her lips parted, pink tip of tongue just visible as she turned her head to share a lusty look. He pulled out, turned her onto her back and leaned down for a deep kiss, letting his cock find and slowly enter her again. Her entire body trembled and she whimpered with each stroke, her prick straining sandwiched between them.
“Oh, Rosa, you feel so good.”
“So do you.” She murmured against his mouth. “So nice and hard.” She gave a tiny gasp as the head of his cock found her special spot. “Oh, yes! Do that again!” He did, angling his hips just so and scraping her prostate. “Oh, God! You’re going to make me … “ Her gasp and the rippling of her anal walls around him signaled her orgasm, along with warm spurts of cum that greased the flesh between them. Shane tried to hold back, but the feeling of her squeezing his prick sent him over the edge. In the spanse of mere seconds, he felt his cock enlarge then explode, sparks lighting behind his eyes as he pumped her sweet ass with his cum.
Rosalinda welcomed him into the circle of her arms and they lay together for several minutes, panting together and basking in the afterglow of hot sex. She groaned softly as his penis slipped out of her ass. A knock at the door meant that their time was over and Shane arose, yanked on a pair of shorts and admitted the driver.
“Am I too early?”
“No.” Shane shook his head, watching as Nathan bent and peered between Rosalinda’s open legs, pushing a finger into her cum-laden anal canal and sticking the finger into his mouth, sucking it clean.
“Looks like I need to make a call. See you downstairs, Mr. Kingsley.”
Shane closed the door behind Nathan and turned to Rosalinda who had arisen, reaching for her clothes. “Want to take a shower with me?”
Rosalinda just smiled.

Chapter 1 — Lonely Saturday night
It was almost 2am on Saturday night and the click of stilettos echoed in the empty parking lot, breaking the late-night silence and awaking a drunken hobo, lying on the pavement in a delirious slumber.
“Hey princess, what’s a pretty girl like you doing out all alone at this time of night?” The scruffy drunk shouted from the curb. “Looking for a good time?” He relapsed into laughter.
The attractive young woman ignored him and briskly made her way towards the only car in the parking lot — a shiny Mercedes SLK. She got in quickly and sped away from the office building, heading home.
Work was Rose Griffin’s entire life. She was a driven and intelligent woman, with vision and hunger for success. Usually the first one to arrive at the office in the morning and the last one to leave at night (or rather — the next morning), her efforts and no-nonsense approach did not go unnoticed and she had quickly risen through the ranks, using both her brains and her looks to set a precedent and become not only a rare female promoted to upper management, but to do so at the young age of 26.
There was a price to pay, of course, the workload and responsibilities grew proportionately with her status, slowly eating away at all other aspects of her life, until work was the only thing left. The only chance Rose got to socialise was at corporate functions and her last relationship was only a distant memory from nearly five years ago — back in college. In fact, she rarely took a day off — even on weekends, she would often come in the office.
It was a routine that would cause most people to burn out within a month, but Rose had managed it for years, and even though she now had enough money and power to do anything her heart desired, her heart’s desires had slowly been eroded away under the relentless power of her ambition.
At 2am on a Saturday night, alone in her luxurious executive apartment, beautiful Rose had a rare chance to wind down for the first time in three weeks. With a glass of wine in her hand, she crashed down on the couch, flicking through the channels on TV.
As usual, nothing worthwhile was on — manipulated news, testosterone-filled sports, bad movies, infomercials, cheesy sitcoms — Rose left it on some movie channel, showin a crap, low-budget movie. She sipped her wine and relaxed back into the soft couch. Before long her heavy eyelids shut and she dozed off.
Rose startled herself awake a few minutes later, her glass still in her hand, amazingly, still upright with its contents safely inside. She left it on the coffee table and reached for the remote, ready to head to bed, but the TV screen caught her attention.
Amused, she stared at the late-night erotic flick that she had unwittingly switched to earlier. It was in the middle of a scene involving a librarian giving more than friendly service to one of the library’s patrons. Amid bookshelves, the girl, who had a body of a stripper, seemed in pretend ecstasy, as a hunk was thrusting at her from behind, in an equally exaggerated manner. A cheesy soundtrack added another dimension of silliness. Funnily enough, Rose found herself turned on by the movie and excitedly watched on.
There was no place for romance and sex in the life of the young business executive. In almost five years, she had not had a lasting relationship. Not for lack of interest — Rose was a naturally beautiful woman, and amidst her impossibly busy schedule, she made sure she kept in great shape, so she attracted plenty of male attention.
The reason was simple — sexiness was a powerful weapon in a male-dominated industry. Enduring the daily discrimination and harassment that often went with being an attractive career woman, Rose knew how to use her charms strategically, when she needed to influence someone’s opinion. From subtle things like a gentle touch on the hand during a conversation, or flashing a charming smile, to more blatantly making sure that an extra button on her shirt was unbuttoned, or that her skirt was the perfect length so it was still professional but provocative at the same time. She was always amused at the profound effect she could have on men but always maintained a level of dignity just a notch above being considered a cock-tease.
Rose’s sex life was limited to sporadic moments like this — stumbling upon something like a movie or a magazine would call out to her carefully suppressed instincts and remind her of her unattended sexual needs.
Eyes still glued to the TV, Rose unzipped her skirt and slid it off to the floor. Her fingers crept inside her panties, and she caressed her swollen clit. Almost involuntarily, her hips bucked against her hand as the hyper sensitive spot responded to the much needed attention by making her pussy tingle. Soon she was “attacking” her clit with all four fingers — rubbing up and down, in a circle, gently slapping it, as her horniness escalated.
Rose ran her finger along her pink slit and dipped it in her wet pussy. Her mind, overpowered with lust, was now superimposing her own image on the girl from the movie. She imagined herself leaning against a dusty old bookshelf, skirt crumpled high above the waist, and her full breasts bouncing in the same rhythm as the muscular stud slammed his cock in and out of her pussy from behind.
She was now fingering herself with two fingers — sliding them in and out of her soaked pussy. It wasn’t enough. Rose needed something bigger. Her purse was on the coffee table. She rummaged through it and found a deodorant can — thin and long — rather unorthodox but it would do.
During these erratic episodes of lust, Rose, the elegant and professional yuppie momentarily ceased to exist. Her darker side overcame her, putting her in a state where she would do anything to reach a climax. Fittingly for her temporary persona, she shoved the impromptu dildo into her cunt. As it swiftly sank into her, its coolness gave her gooseflesh. She moaned in pleasure as she worked it inside her engorged pussy. Her free hand squeezed her breasts — still clad in a silk shirt and a lacy bra — then made its way down to her clit, where she rapidly brought herself closer and closer to an orgasm.
On the TV, in a “clever” twist, the librarian and her lover were joined by what seemed to be the manager and a security guard. The actress’ fake enthusiasm was elevated a few notches and Rose’s authentic enthusiasm followed suit. In her fantasy there were now three men, taking turns fucking her. She was just a dirty piece of ass, tossed around, at the discretion of the men.
She lost track of what was fantasy and what was reality. The idea of being manhandled by a group of men, never having occurred to Rose before, sent her into a screaming orgasm. Her pussy clenched tightly against her “scented dildo”. Her clit, swollen and excited to the brink, finally unleashed wave after wave of pleasure, making her body shiver and tingle as the orgasmic trance beset her, keeping a hold on her for what seemed like forever, before she finally settled down, sinking deep into the couch.
Chapter 2 — Friendly Advice
Rose slept restlessly, only for a few hours, and was up again with the sun. She caught her mind constantly drifting back to the previous night’s events. She had experienced her first orgasm in many months and the most powerful one without the aid of a living, throbbing dick. She was satisfied but still hungry for more. It was an unusual state of mind for the young woman. Normally she didn’t give these uncontrolled moments of passion a second thought — no sooner than they were over, were they buried into her subconscious, together with the primal urges which sparked them in the first place. Worryingly, this one stuck.
Rose was very distracted as she went for a jog in the nearby park. Normally jogging helped her clear her mind and focus — that Sunday morning it did not help. She had to admit, she was hot and bothered and she decided to consult with Megan, the only friend she had managed to keep over the years, as soon as she got home and took a cold shower.
“Hey, Rosey, I haven’t heard from you in ages, busy at work or something?” Megan answered her phone cheerfully.
“Very funny, Meg, you know how I am.”
“Yeah, I know. All work and no play! How’ve you been? We must catch up sometime, I miss you.”
“Well, actually, how does breakfast in about an hour sound? I… I think I need your advice with something.”
“What! Miss Emancipation herself needs advice?” Megan giggled. “Sure thing honey, meet you at the usual place at 10?”
“Great, see you there.”
In many ways, Megan was the diametric opposite of Rose — a typical high-class trophy wife. She had no interest in pursuing any meaningful career or education. Right out of high-school, she married a rich, but very dull, man whose money she was more than eager to flaunt. She spent most of her time partaking or organising parties and social functions for her suburban soccer mom community. Megan usually had only one thing on her mind — sex. She was unashamedly frank about sleeping around behind her husband’s back, which made Rose somewhat uncomfortable. It seemed like the only thing the women had in common, was that they were both drop dead gorgeous. But opposites attract, and so Rose and Megan had nurtured a friendship that stretched back for many years.
“So what’s up?” Megan asked after the initial pleasantries had been exchanged and the women had placed their orders with an especially handsome young waiter, whom Megan didn’t miss the chance to make eyes at.
“Well it’s a bit embarrassing.” Rose tried to compose herself. “But last night I saw this movie… and it made me really horny.”
“Well honey, if I hadn’t had any sex in as long as you, seeing a cucumber would make me really horny. Was it a porn flick?”
Rose was slightly embarrassed. She nodded.
“Normally I just… you know… take care of it, and I’m fine.” Rose paused. “But now I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“So what’s the problem?” Megan winked.
“Look, I need this to go away, so I can get on with my life.”
“Sweetie, what you need is to get laid.” Megan said it just as the waiter came back with their drinks. He gave the ladies a sly smile.
“What! No, I don’t have time for a relationship. I could never make it work.”
“Who’s talking about a relationship? What century are you living in? Just grab the next stud that comes by and fuck his brains out.” Again Megan timed her words perfectly with the waiter walking past their table, this time he couldn’t contain the large grin on his face as he walked by.
Rose was a bit shocked, she was comfortable with her femininity and knew how to flirt very well, but in truth, she had never explored her sexuality fully. Now her mind was suddenly full of thoughts of sex, sex, and nothing but sex. Worst of all, her body was responding to her thoughts and she had no idea how to handle it.
“Darling, you’ve wasted half of what’s supposed to be your wildest years working 20 hour days. If I were your pussy, I’d also be going ‘what the fuck?’ right now.” Megan continued. “I mean how long has it been since you got a proper screw? 5 years? You were still in college for god’s sakes. I’m surprised you haven’t gone completely mad yet!”
Rose, almost in shame, avoided her friend’s eyes. She never expected that not taking care of her womanly needs would catch up with her.
“You’re probably right, but I don’t know how…”
“Please, don’t act like you haven’t looked in the mirror.” Megan interrupted. “You’re a total stunner, you could just flutter those pretty eyes of yours at a man and his dick will explode.”
They both laughed and seamlessly the topic of conversation slipped away from Rose’s “problem”. They had breakfast and caught up on the previous few months they hadn’t seen each other. Finally, while paying, Megan took up the topic again.
“Look, about your problem… stop being such a stuck up cunt and go get some action.”
Rose stared at her friend, speechless.
“And if you don’t know how to go about it, don’t worry it is surprisingly easy for girls like us. Sometimes you don’t even have to say a single word.” Megan said with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
The waiter brought back her credit card and she said.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, honey, I’m gonna go grab some dessert.” With that, her hand casually veered to the man’s crotch and she rubbed his dick through his pants as she got up and went towards the bathrooms. Sheepishly, the guy followed her inside as Rose left the restaurant in dismay.
Chapter 3 — Self reflection
A month had passed since that strange Saturday night and the subsequent conversation with Megan. Rose had found it incredibly difficult to slip back into her normal rhythm of life. She had begun playing with herself almost every night, and instead of relieving her, she found that the sexual frustration was actually elevating more and more each day.
Her friends’ advice was also etched into her brain. Rose knew there was some truth to Megan’s words — it was down-right crazy for a beautiful young woman in her prime to lead a celibate life. However Rose also knew that merely having sex was not the issue. She remembered the movie she saw and her reaction to it all too well. Initially she was excited, yes, but what had really sent her into this inexplicable lustful state of mind was the appearance of the other two men. The gang bang scene. One girl mercilessly devoured by a group of sexual predators.
In her life, Rose had to always be in control of every situation — pedantic, planned, being on top of everything that gets thrown her way. The concept of losing control — of getting a little more than you bargained for, of being in a situation that spirals out of your hands — was unthinkable.
It didn’t take long to figure it out — she just became painfully aware of the imbalances of her lifestyle. It scared her to think about it, but she couldn’t deny it. She needed a way to let go of the reigns and go with the flow. It had taken root in her sexual fantasies because it was the only possible way that the submission of control could be combined with extreme pleasure.
Now Rose faced an impossible dilemma — giving into her urges would directly contradict everything she thought she was, in a way, voiding all her achievements and successes. On the other hand, she knew that she could not control her urges any longer — for a month her performance at work had been sub-par. People were starting to take notice. Her entire life could crumble away if she continued to ignore the need for change.
Maybe the solution was simpler than she thought. Maybe she didn’t even need to do anything herself. A simple search on the internet revealed an abundance of material, she could enjoy, in the safety of her own home. For weeks, Rose was absolutely fascinated by what she found.
There were countless pictures and videos of all kinds of girls subjected to every nasty form of group sex imaginable — she saw women getting fucked by two, three, four, as many as fifteen men at a time. There were women ravaged by groups of black men. Some of them were professional porn actresses, some of them were amateurs — picked up on the street, or even housewives getting gangbanged while their husbands watched. Some were ugly, some were beautiful. Some were nasty skanks, some seemed so innocent — it was a bit unreal to see them do what they did. Sometimes they got covered by a layer of cum so thick you couldn’t even make out their facial features anymore. Sometimes the men peed on them. Sometimes the women were treated nicely, other times they were humiliated and roughed up. By the end of a scene, the girl had usually been fucked in every possible position; a cock (sometimes even more than one) had stretched open every one of her holes.
The women had an indescribable aura about them — an aura Rose could identify with. It had to be a special kind of woman to do this, Rose reasoned, sure, most of them get paid to do it, but somehow she knew that money had very little to do with why they partook in a gang bang. There was something more to it. It was about completely surrendering to the situation and experiencing it in its extremity — whether through pleasure, pain, degradation, or a mixture of all three.
‘They’re sluts!’ Rose thought ‘and I am one too.’ The irony of her admission did not elude her. There she was — a woman who had not been with a man in years; a woman who always presented herself as a proper lady, in every situation; a woman too beautiful, intelligent and sophisticated to be labelled as a slut. Yet slut she was. And after almost two months of deliberation and self-reflection, Rose knew that the time of passive observation had to be drawing to an end.
Chapter 4 — Surrender
“Yes, I’d like to see Mr. Griffin?”
“You mean Miss Griffin.” The secretary corrected the nerdy-looking man. “Have you got an appointment?”
“Well, I’m from IT and I got a message there was a problem with her computer. I’m here to check it out.”
“Hold on.” The secretary picked up the phone “Miss Griffin, IT support’s here about your computer.”
Rose was surprised, she wasn’t aware that there was a problem with her computer. She had a meeting in a few minutes, so she thought she’d let them fix it while she was away.
“Ok, let him in.”
“Go right through there, second door on the right.” The secretary directed the man through a passageway.
Clive wasn’t sure what to make of the fact that this R.Griffin was a woman. He had the habit of going through all the higher-ups’ internet logs, to see what smut he could find. It was surprising how many of the old geezers went to some very dodgy sites and they didn’t want people to find out, so they’d give him pretty much anything he wanted — a raise, a company car, a new computer — just little things to make his life more enjoyable. This month Clive had found what seemed like a gold mine. Pages and pages of porn sites, all logged under R.Griffin’s account. It was nasty stuff — all the links he’d opened showed some hapless little tramp getting her insides jumbled up by a group of men.
Immediately, Clive concluded that one of two things had happened. Either someone was using Miss Griffin’s account to browse these sites, or Miss Griffin was some nasty dyke.
Then he walked into Rose’s office. And the dyke theory flew out the window. He had to take a moment to regain his composure. If someone had asked Clive that very moment to come up with a list of people in the company, who would get off on the kind of stuff he’d seen in that log, the angel sitting at the desk would be right at the bottom of it. Of course he would be wrong but he didn’t know that.
“Morning Ma’am.” He started.
“Good morning.” Rose smiled warmly “Look, I’ve got a meeting in a couple of minutes, so you can have a look at my computer then. What’s wrong with it?”
“Um, actually there’s nothing wrong with your computer, ma’am. But I have a suspicion someone’s hacked into your account and visited some very inappropriate websites under your name.”
Rose’s heart skipped a beat. How could she be so stupid, browsing porn at work, when she knew about the strict policies the company had.
“Oh,” she mustered “wh…what kind of websites?”
“Porn, ma’am.” Rose was already in damage control mode. Her mind raced, trying to find a way to prevent the imminent scandal. The man already seemed to think that it wasn’t her, which was a good start… “There are some real sickos out there.” Clive said, confusing the lady’s shock of being busted with shock that people watch porn.
“Tell me about it.” Rose tried to keep her composure and appear none the wiser. “Any idea who might’ve done it?” Me, me, me, she screamed inside her head. To her amazement, from her fear, exhilaration was emerging. She could be discovered and if this became public, she would be in a world of trouble and shame. She would have to leave the company and her reputation would be ruined. And it all depended on whether or not she could keep this guy fooled.

The Moguls’ General had plowed me almost as deeply as Konan the barbarian had. And before he left he assured me that now he had enjoyed my ‘asset’s’ he knew I would be a great success at the Moguls’ court.
When the General was gone I lay back happily among my cushions with my legs wide, feeling better fucked than I had ever been before, and thinking about my brilliant future. But I also longed to feel the great barbarian Konans’ huge weapon plowing me deeply again.
Suddenly my palanquin shook violently and I cried out in fear before lying back exhausted, hearing mumbled voices and groans from outside. But in a short time the curtain opposite me, at the other end of my palanquin, was torn down and I saw the back of my great barbarian spread eagled against the sturdy frame of my vehicle. His large, full, rippling muscles and great size, aroused me even in my tiredness. In a moment the General came behind Konan and knelt to part his muscular cheeks and began to tongue his entrance. The palanquin shook as Konan struggled to escape that tongue, but he was well tied. And the General, I knew, was a fine hand with a weapon, and soon he was fingering Konans’ arse with firm experienced probings and the great barbarian was crying out at a pain I knew he would soon find turned to pleasure.
I began to stroke my own cock as I watched them. And I was right, as soon Konan was moaning and his cries were the ones of a man wanting more. The General entered him with his fine large weapon and Konan cried out painfully again at the size of it. But it was not long before the General was plowing my great barbarian deep, and Konan was moaning with pleasure. It was a sound I found aroused me more so that my cock grew to exceptional length and hardness at the sight of them fucking and the sounds they made. The General came inside Konan and I was almost ready to come myself, when a sudden blood curdling scream was followed by another and I froze in fear, expecting to be killed at any moment.
Two mounted barbarian’s came into view slashing wildly down at the General and his soldiers, felling them left and right, before one rode up and freed Konan with a few quick slashes of his sword. I fell back upon my cushions both from my relief to have my great barbarian rescued, and at my shock at the massacre happening just beyond the silk curtains of my palanquin.
I stayed low, afraid of what may happen to my barbarian Konan, but afraid also of what might have befallen the Moguls’ General, who had also fucked me well and assured me of a fine future at court.
Konan returned to my side soon after and looked down at me, and I was pleased to see the desire in his eyes and his cock growing even as he looked at me. But he said it was time to leave and taking my hand he pulled me up and led me outside, where I had a rude shock. The great General lay bound in the dust of the road, half a dozen of his men lay bloody and dead, and I felt ill to see my mules gone and my palanquin damaged. I was at Konans’ mercy and though I wanted his great weapon sheathed deeply in me I was suddenly lost and worried about my future.
*****
I had the naked young nobleman up before me on my horse, his fine arse resting against my naked manhood as we departed from the scene of the massacre and headed into the surrounding hills. In little more than a mile I had hardened again and my cock wanted to be buried inside the fine passage of the young nobleman resting against me. I reined in my horse under a lone shady tree, then set my hand between the young nobleman’s shoulder blades and pushed him forward, over my horses’ neck.
“What are you doing?” he asked, turning his head to look at me.
“Do you want to ride this fine weapon of mine again?” I asked, holding my cock and stroking it.
“Yes. I have not told you Konan, as you left me so suddenly, but I have never had such a great, wonderful, weapon inside me before, and I want to have it fill me again more than anything,” he replied, which pleased me and was as I expected.
His hole was visible between his fine full arse cheeks and he moaned loudly as I tested it with my fingers to see how loose and wet it felt. “You will take me easily,” I told him with pleasure, finding him still well stretched and lubricated. So I did no more than push him further forward and hold my cock head to his entrance then pull him back onto me. My young nobleman cried out and tried to open himself for me as I lowered him and my weapon drove up into him. After his earlier use he accommodated me more quickly, though he still cried out and groaned loudly as my pubes reached his entrance. Now I held him there with an arm about his waist as I urged my horse into a gentle canter.
“Oh no, I can’t take it like this,” my young nobleman cried out, arching his back as the motion of my horse moved me about deep inside his passage.
The motion of my cantering steed worked my cock extremely pleasurably inside him and he was soon moaning and gasping, pulling up his knees to open himself wider as he rode me, held firmly in place by my strong encircling arm. The loud frequent sounds he made were a very pleasant accompaniment to my ride inside him.
I came three times inside him before we arrived at my camp, each time filling him with my hot cum and making him moan with great pleasure, though he moaned a great deal in between as well.
Ulk and Ork had arrived before us and I reined my horse in near where they were seated about a small fire. The Moguls’ grand General was still bound and now tied to a nearby tree, and the nobleman’s mules were tethered to several others, their loads removed and stowed in side a tent. Seeing all was well I pushed my young nobleman forward again until I could free my cock, it made a pleasant sucking sound as it left his hole, leaving his arse slightly gaping from its long stretching on our ride. I slid from my horse and helped the groaning young nobleman down, having to support him, as his legs were too weak to hold him up immediately.
“You have ridden me so hard I cannot stand,” he said, falling against me and moving his mouth to mine, so that I took him in a deep kiss and stroked his cock until he came again up my hard flat belly. I knew he had come before on our ride and I was pleased at his obvious virility.
I then set him aside. “Go to the river to refresh yourself,” I said to him, turning him to face the fresh clear stream that ran through the valley beneath the shady trees where we had made our barbarian camp. “I will join you there soon and we’ll see how well you like taking my weapon in the water,” I said, pushing him towards the steam and watching him stagger as he walked towards it.
I spoke briefly to Ulk and Ork then went to the General and knelt and inspected his bonds.
“You will pay for this barbarian,” he said through bared teeth.
“I think not,” I said. “I think it shall be you who pays, my fine General,” I told him, having some good idea of how he should be made to pay for his treatment of me.
Then I stood and went to the river where I saw my young nobleman lying on his back in the shallow water. I approached him and saying, “Stay floating as you are,” I took his feet and pulled him out into deeper water until I could kneel on the sandy bottom with only my head above water. Then I spread my young nobleman’s legs wide and pulled him towards my mouth before pushing his belly down lightly. This set his cock at a level so I could feed it into my mouth and I sucked strongly on it as I played with his balls. Then when he was moaning and hard I released his belly letting his hips rise slightly in the water before resting his thighs on my shoulders and moving my mouth to his hole. I found it slightly open still and slipped my tongue inside it, to his sudden moans and splashing, as he quivered form the feel of it entering deep into him. Finding him so ready I stood slowly letting his legs loose so that they opened wide and fell to my sides and once standing I ran my hands under the small of his back holding him up. Then I had to do little more than slide my engorged weapon into his eager open arsehole as he moved his hands to stroke his body and cock and work his nipples.
He began another long session of moaning and crying out as I plowed him deeper than I had before, and for far longer. Eventually I roared and came, filling him again with cum, then helped him by wrapping my hand about his, so we both shared the pleasure of jerking him vigorously off.

“Russell?”
“Yes.”
“I have something I want to do for you.”
“Oh? What might that be?”
“When you get out of the tub, then I can show you.”
“I’ll be right there.” She heard him splishing about as he rinsed his hair. She smiled with suspicious motives. If he had seen her face, he may have run away, but by the time he saw her it was gone.
She thought of how hot he looked dripping from the bath, his hair wavy and stringy. Droplets of water cascaded over his chest as he stood there, making his nipples harden in the chilly autumn air. He was nude, gloriously nude and she smirked at him.
“No covering?”
“Why? It’s not like I am shy.”
“So I have noticed.” She eyed him as she went to him. She couldn’t help to run her hands over his shoulders and down his flank. “I am not complaining.”
He took her hands in his and waited for her to look at him. “What is it you have to show me?”
He sounded anxious, curious, and passionate altogether. She loved how young and old he could be with a single sentence.
“Get on the bed.”
“With pleasure.” He stood by the bed for a moment to be dramatic. She giggled at his attempt. When he settled into bed, he pulled the sheet over himself to keep out some of the cool air. With his hands behind his head and his eyes shimmering with anticipation, he grinned. He knew it would be good if she didn’t want to give the goods voluntarily.
She went to the kitchen as he watched her with disappointment, only to perk up as she entered with a goblet and a bottle of red wine. She set it down on the nightstand and laid next to him for a moment to feel his heat.
He smelled so good. His hair always scented like roses, his body like musk, and underneath it all was a faint odor of lager. He drinks too much, she thought.
She grinned as she reached for the scarves she had tied to the bed posts earlier that evening. She took his right hand and made him hold the cool brass while she tethered his wrist. He looked slightly apprehensive as she took his other wrist, but played along out of curiosity. She ran her fingers over the sensitive skin of his underarm cherishing the shivers that sent his nipples to stiffness. She leaned her head in and dragged her hair over his dark chest. He groaned desperately as she flicked her tongue over his nubs while his hips pumped involuntarily.
She purposely left his legs alone. She wanted to him to trust her before she took such liberties with full bonds. He had to know he would enjoy it. He watched her as she stood by the bed, pouring the sweet burgundy liquid into her goblet. She took a long, slow sip to tease him with anticipation.
With a wicked smile, she straddled his hips and held the glass over him. She took a drink and leaned over him. She kissed him deeply, letting him take her tongue and wine together, mingling with the promise of lust. They moaned together, the liquid spilling from his mouth to trail sensuously over his chin and neck.
She raised her head slightly and kissed his chin. He tried to reach for her mouth, but she pulled away. he laid his head down again with a thump.
“You tease me, love.” She said nothing, secretly aroused by his voice. She would never tell him that just him talking made her loopy with desire. She slid down his legs, the sheet pulling off him as she moved. The tantalising peek of flesh as it revealed his hips and hair sent her to the brink. The heat of his body and touch of his dark skin was so tempting to her.
She shook her head quickly to clear it and took another drink of wine. Leaning forward, she let it drip from her mouth, coating his body. He groaned as it ran over his chest, down his belly, over his sides. She moved closer to him and lapped it from him, her tongue becoming the most potent sexual weapon she had. He shivered as she ran her tongue over his liquored nipples, tasting her way to his neck.
“Jesus, Rhyley, I need you so bad……” Russell strained against the scarves and tried to avoid her tongue long enough to get the upper hand. She giggled at him and worked her way to his navel.

This is the story of how I lost my virginity when I was 18. She was a cute brunette with stunning d cup breasts and a very muscular, almost husky body. I had already fooled around with her once several months before. That episode resulted in my first sexual experience, eating her pussy, and getting a fantastic blowjob from her. We stayed in contact in the months since then, and hung out a few times, but no luck. One night, we went driving in her old volvo (she called it her “gray vulva”) up to Skyline. It was cold and windy, and we held on to each other tightly as we looked at the city lights below.
We kissed under the stars, and I unbuttoned her coat a little so I could reach in and place my hand over her shirt covered breast. She smiled and referred to unbuttoning her coat as “a package deal”. It was too cold to go any further, and we got back into the car and drove off towards the coast. We stopped at a general store that was closed and she got out and went pee at a public toilet. She came back over to the passenger window where I was seated and we briefly made out through the open window. She got back in the car and we began driving back inland via a little used road.
We pulled over at an old abandoned driveway that was blocked with a chain link fence. We felt like exploring so we both got out and I helped her climb over the fence and followed behind her. This was deep in the redwoods, so it was still fairly dark even after our eyes adjusted to the night. I had brought a small flashlight with a red filter and we used that when we couldn’t see well enough.
There were all kinds of abandoned cars parked next to trees. We kept walking up the driveway past more cars until we saw a small 2 story garage. It was more of a carport with a small workshop above it than a garage, and we walked through it to the other side and looked up and saw a small path up the hill leading to the balcony where there was a door. From here we could also see the main house, which was a good hundred yards away. There were a few lights on there, but this garage was obviously not the one they used on a daily basis.
We climbed up the slope to the balcony and went up to the door. It wasn’t locked, and we went inside. I removed the red filter from my flashlight and we could see where all the crap from rummage sales came from. There were some abandoned reel to reel tapes, blueprints, and other small items. It wasn’t overly cluttered. On the right half there was also a bed frame with a small mattress rolled up on it. We looked around briefly, then she untied the mattress and we sat down on the bed. There weren’t any sheets or anything, but it wasn’t too dirty so far as we could tell.
We kissed briefly and then, without any prompting, we both began to undress in the darkness. We piled our clothes next to the bed and continued making out, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. She prompted for me to climb on top, but I asked if she would be on top, and she kindly obliged me. She through a muscular leg over me and straddled me from above. This gave me a great opportunity to fondle and suck on her large tits that were now hanging over my face. Meanwhile she was slowly grinding her pussy against my cock. I was super nervous, and not nearly hard enough to allow penetration, so she slithered down and started giving me one of her glorious blowjobs.
In total darkness, I was isolated from all other stimulus and could only focus on the sheer pleasure she was giving me. Her mouth was heavenly-she only had to suck on me for a minute before I was rock hard. She leaned forward on her knees, her tits smothering my face, and she reached between her legs and guided my manhood to the opening of her slit. With the head of my cock nestled in the entrance of her pussy, she slowly rocked back and forth, pressing hard each time she came down on my cock. Each time she came down, my dick would venture a little further inside of her, until she finally completely impaled herself on my cock.
Now that we had full penetration and my shaft was sliding more easily in her tunnel, she began to raise and lower her hips. This was nothing like a blowjob, I thought to myself. It was like she was squeezing my cock with her hot pussy. “Oh my god, it’s so warm!” I said aloud. A slow “Yummmmmmm” was all she could say in reply. We kissed and she continued to slowly grind into me as I ran my hands over her hips and ass. I asked her to stop for a moment as I tried to regain control of my pleasure. We kissed and she slowly resumed fucking me. “I’m not going to last much longer”, I warned. “It’s OK” she replied.
I couldn’t resist the powerful sensations of pleasure and finally conceded to orgasm. I moaned out loud and she repeatedly flexed her vaginal muscles and arched her back in response, intensifying my orgasm. My body tensed as my cock pulsed and sent streams of cum deep inside her pussy. We both lay together like that, with me still inside her. “I’m sorry”, I said. She immediately reassured me that it was ok. “It was your first time. That was beautiful.” she said.
After my cock withered and slowly withdrew from her, we lay side by side holding each other, kissing gently. We lay like that for about 15 minutes, and then she started to motion that we should get dressed. Disappointed, I told her I wanted to do it again. “Sure” was all she could muster up for a response. We began kissing more deliberately, and I grew hard while she played with my cock.
“Do you want to be on top this time?” she asked. “No, I want you to be on top again” I replied. More than happy to oblige, she again climbed up on top of me, reached between her legs with one hand, and guided the tip of my cock to the entrance of her slit. My cum had left her hole super wet and when she sat down, my cock easily slid all the way in to the hilt. “ooooh, yumm” she said as she started to rise and fall on my dick. You could hear how wet she was as my cock made small noises as it slid in and out of her wet pussy. ”Yummy” she said again.
Her pussy was so wet; it felt totally different this time. It was still just as tight, but the sensations were more intense. I reveled in how I could feel the entire length of my shaft sliding in and out of her body. I held on to her ass as she continued to rhythmically squeeze my cock with each thrust of her hips. Finally, I couldn’t hold out any more. “Oh my god,” I cried as I released another load deep inside her. She slowed her pace as my cock’s twitches subsided. She gave me a quick peck on the lips and I just held on to her.
I stayed inside her as long as I could, but eventually my spent penis was expelled by her tight, wet hole. We kissed and then silent