Tarad Club

This is part 1 of my next set of true stories. I hope you read my first set: Cindy, Gary, and Scott. If not read it first then cum here. This can stand on it’s own but that would be no fun.
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After my adventures with my husband and Scott in my hometown, I couldn’t wait to have even more fun. I told Gary many times in the weeks following Scott’s visit how great it had been. So for my birthday Gary surprised me with an airline ticket to go see Scott on my own.
“I don’t know how much sightseeing you’ll get to do, but I want you to have fun and tell me everything when you get home,” he said.
I couldn’t believe it. A whole weekend alone with Scott. The most pressing decision I’d have to make would be what to eat for dinner.
Gary dropped me off at the airport the next Friday, giving me a long, sexy kiss at the gate. My panties were wet during most of the flight, and then Scott was there to meet me, making me wet all over again. He kissed me, too, grabbing my ass through the thin cotton of my sundress. We barely managed to keep our hands off each other while we retrieved my suitcase and headed for the car. Scott held up my small suitcase and grinned.
“Packing light, are we?” he asked.
“Do you really think I’m going to need much clothing?” I returned. He laughed and put my suitcase into the trunk so we could be on our way.
When we arrived at the hotel we checked in and boarded the elevator. The lobby was empty and we were the only ones on the elevator. I thought it would be the perfect opportunity for some quick groping but Scott dodged my hands and pulled a blindfold from his pocket.
“I have a surprise for you in the room,” he told me.
He put the blindfold on me and when the elevator doors opened on our floor he led me to the room. I could hear him breathing slightly hard and knew the thought of the surprise was turning him on.
We reached the room and Scott opened the door. He led me inside and took off the blindfold. There around the bed were four muscular, handsome, naked men. My mouth dropped open. Scott laughed at my expression and in one fluid movement pulled my dress up and off over my head. He led me to the bed and all five of them slowly removed my garter belt, stockings, panties, and bra. Somewhere along the line Scott got undressed, too. The five men gently pushed me onto the bed, where they all began touching and kissing my body. My nipples were already hard and my pussy was soaking wet. Two of the guys chose a breast apiece and one of them settled between my legs. Scott was kissing my mouth and neck, and the fifth guy was teasing my body with a long feather. I could feel four mouths stimulating the most sensitive areas of my body all at the same time. It was unbelievable. In no time at all I could feel my body getting ready to cum. I moaned into Scott’s mouth and he moaned back as I shuddered with climax.
Before my orgasm was even close to being over the guy eating my pussy got up and shoved his cock into my dripping slit, groaning to tell the others how good it was. Scott pressed his hard cock against my lips, and I happily opened my mouth to swallow his delicious hard-on. The two guys who had been sucking my tits reached for my hands and I stroked them eagerly. I could see the man with the feather stroking himself while he watched the action and I wanted to ask when he’d get his turn, but just then Scott and the guy fucking me both started moaning loudly. They both came almost simultaneously, filling my mouth and my spasming pussy with hot cum. Then they both went to sit in the hotel’s comfortable recliners to recover. The guys getting hand jobs took their places and the odd man out finally got my hand on his throbbing cock. By the time the second set of guys was done with my mouth and pussy Scott was ready again and the last guy was about to explode. Scott rolled me over so he could fuck me doggy style while I sucked the last guy’s cock. He came very quickly, and the others started lining up for their second turns. I was dripping with the cum of five different men and enjoying every minute.
Finally, though, the four men who were collectively one of the nicest surprises I’ve ever had were all spent. They all got dressed and left. Scott and I cuddled and discussed what we should have for dinner. I was starving in spite of the liquid diet I’d been enjoying, but Scott insisted that before we leave there was one thing he wanted as an appetizer. With a devilish grin he planted himself between my thighs and began eating out all of the cum from my soaking pussy. I moaned in ecstasy and decided dinner could wait.

Tara stared at the hulking brute chained to the stonewall of her parents’ house. It was still a little bit like Caveson. It had his arms, his green eyes, his stomach but they were larger and more beast now. His whole body was covered in bristles, thick like that of a hog and black. It was deformed, the legs of a man mixed with that of some unholy thing, muscled and rippling as it strained against the thick iron that held it. Those powerful legs. The ones it had used to carry off a child like a slaughtered lamb. Tara couldn’t bear to think about it. She had to get Caveson back.
The brute glowered at her, its teeth bared as if it would snap its jaws at the first opportunity and its eyes glowing in the candlelight. Its eyes were so much like Caveson’s but they were full of evil, like looking into the eyes of a snake. Those eyes wanted nothing but to tear things apart.
Caveson had spent the night of winter solstice away from everyone else in the village. He almost never participated in the festivities, the drinking and dancing. Instead, he was always alone in ritual, deep in the woods. He would never talk about it. He would just come home, hold Tara tight, and tell her how much he missed her, even though it was but a short time. This time was different. When Tara woke up, still reeling from the night before he was not there. He didn’t arrive until later that day, crawling half naked out of the dark forest, scratched by branches and eaten by insects.
“I did it!” He told her. “I have drunk from a wolf’s footprint.” He then went into the house and went to sleep. The message had seemed cryptic at first but now she understood. There had been a change in him that day.
Caveson was a necromancer, a black magician. A few people in the village knew and would come to him for magical favors that the local healers and priests would refuse to grant. Tara paid it no mind because she knew that Caveson would not deliberately harm another person. He always warned those whom he helped that they should be careful what they wish for. Often they would return, begging him to lift the spell that they themselves had requested and he would, laughing the whole time at the chaos those foolish people had caused.
Tara loved Caveson and knew he loved her so she ignored his often-dark demeanor and tendency to seek out the most barren reaches of the spiritual world. Besides, He had healed many, including herself when they got sick and granted discretion to village girls when they came to him crying and pregnant, fearing the retribution of church or parents. All it took was a dose of his special tea and the problem was solved. They could go home and begin their lives again.
Now Caveson was gone and the beast was all that remained. When she walked too close it shot out a hairy, powerful arm that slammed against the thick chain. She had to be sure. Tara stepped closer and the beast began to rage, Crashing into the chains. They held for now and it couldn’t reach her. The chains were cold iron, set into stone with huge bolts. Caveson had designed with the help of a smith, and for good reason. The beast was so powerful. Its hairy arms and legs had muscles like twisted iron and its jaws were a jagged deathtrap.
Tara stepped just out of reach of those arms and jaws, which snapped at the air in front of her face. It used to be Caveson’s beautiful mouth and chin, which he dutifully shaved for her every day even though she knew he hated to. It was now the distended maw of a wolf, full of fangs and covered in bristles. The heat of its breath assaulted her and its eyes continued their heartless stare.
Caveson had begun to run away at night. Tara never understood, but assumed it had been something to do with his magic. He was always observing stars and moon phases. At first, his odd behavior was even a little exciting. He would go during the night and return at daybreak. When he did, he would take her in their bed. He was rough and wild, unlike before, biting and holding her down as he forced himself inside her. He tore at her nightgown and licked wherever he could expose some flesh. Her nipples would go hard at his breath when he mauled her. He would take her hard and fast and growl when he came inside her. She would come too, usually when she heard him snarling and felt him pounding her inside, ravenous.
Then there was the blood. Caveson had gone out on the night of a full moon and like before he came home in a fury, unkempt and dirty. He had crawled into bed where she was waiting, already excited, awaiting the ravage. Ravage he did and she loved it, until in the morning light she looked at his bared teeth and saw that they were stained with blood. Tara screamed for her love to stop but he refused. He rolled her onto her stomach and held her face down, crushing the back of her neck. He parted her pretty round ass and held her screaming as he mounted and forced his raging cock into her pussy from behind. The head of his cock touched her special place inside and her ravaged pussy immediately became wet, even though she begged him to stop. She came as he punished her, eyes gleaming as he rammed deep inside. She was afraid this time, terribly afraid. It started to hurt and she cried out in pain but he still wouldn’t stop.
Finally, he growled and held his hard cock in deep, stretching her as he came. She could feel his cock throb and the cum gushing inside of her. Afterward she cried as he slept next to her.
When he awoke, he had no memory of coming home or the attack. He became quiet when she told him, sobbing, about the blood in his mouth and what he had done. Caveson was never one to cry, but his eyes showed tears as he held her and he did not speak.
It was on that same day, a rider from town showed at the door. It was Grim, the smith’s apprentice and Caveson’s good friend. He had come wanting a protective spell for his daughter. Caveson had laughed and told Grim that the only protective spell he needed was a big stick to beat the boys that came nosing about. Grim shook his head and told the tale of the Beast.
Animals had been disappearing lately, and a few people had blamed a wolf, but that all had changed when the wolf had torn the shutters off a window with paws as big as a man’s hand and dragged away a village child. The town was in an uproar and everyone was afraid. Many sent their children to the church fearing the Devil himself was upon them. Caveson made Grim a special talisman of pure silver in the shape of a wolf’s head and told him to give it to his daughter. In exchange, he asked Grim to build him some heavy chains and shackles of black iron, too large for a normal man’s wrists and ankles. He also asked for a special collar with spikes on the inside.
He swore to Grim that he would make sure no beast ever terrorized the town again. What he didn’t tell Grim was that it would be Caveson himself locked in those chains, ferocious and deadly.
Tara was shocked when at the rise of a full moon; Caveson put the chains on himself. He sat in the corner, shackles hanging loosely, chained to the wall and sent Tara away, ordering her not to come into the room for any reason.
The sun began to set and Tara became afraid. The room echoed with choked screams and the sick sound of ripping flesh and cracking bone. When Caveson’s screams became a hideous roar, she stormed into the room to find not Caveson, but the Beast itself leering at her, its breath coming in growls and steaming from its nose. It was like a wolf, larger than a man and standing on its haunches. The torso of the creature was still mostly human and made of the same powerful muscle as the legs and arms. The face however was indeed wolf like. A long snout and ragged, pointed ears covered in the thick fur that showed on the rest of its body. It grinned at her with cruel fangs and let out a howl that would curdle the blood of the most stalwart human being.
Tara ran from the room and hid in her bed, weeping at what had become of her Caveson. In the morning, she awoke to find him in bed with her. He was not the beast, but Caveson. Instead of ravaging her, he slept with a fever and couldn’t speak for most of the day. As the evening approached, he finally rolled over and spoke to her.
“It will keep happening until I taste blood.” Caveson spoke hoarsely. “If it doesn’t feed, I will suffer and soon I will not be able to stop it from breaking loose and killing everything and everyone. I need you to help me.”
“Anything.” Tara pulled him close, feeling his smooth skin again.
“Find a lamb or goat and kill it for me. Then feed it to me when I am chained. When the moon wanes, the beast will wane with it and maybe then I can figure out a way to stop it for good.”
“Can you stop it?” Tara stroked his aching body. “Will you use your magic?”
“Yes.” Caveson nodded. “I have to. I can’t let it kill another innocent person.”
“What is it?”
“Everyone has a beast inside them somewhere. If you can bring it out and control it, your will would be unstoppable. This is Lycanthropy, the battle between a man and his inner demon. I should never have underestimated.”
“Your magic is strong,” Tara began to kiss his face. “I know you can do it. I’ll help too! I’ll do anything you ask!”
“I don’t deserve a woman like you.” Caveson smiled. It was the first smile she had seen in days. It was the same smile that had bewitched her years ago and led her to drag him away from the fire at the midsummer’s festivities and beg for him to take her right there on the damp grass. That night they fasted hands in secret with Grim as a witness. Every time he smiled like that, she knew she would do it all over, a thousand times. Tara reached over and ran her hand up Caveson’s thigh, exploring between his legs and began to take his cock into her soft hands. He moaned a little.
“Please, Tara. I’m so tired.” Caveson began to roll away but she held him back and began to caress him some more.
“Then be still.” Tara teased, running her fingers over his firm shaft. “I love you and you deserve all I can give! I could never live without you!” Her fingers tightened and worked faster as his cock became stiff. She seized it just below the head and squeezed as she worked up and down, bringing him to life. His body began to tense and relax as little waves of pleasure flowed within. “I can bring out the beast in you!”
Caveson began to breathe harder and touch Tara’s naked skin as the feelings overwhelmed his senses. “Don’t’ stop!” He pleaded.
“Never.” Tara whispered into his ear. She stroked with one hand and threw off the blanket with the other. Now his erection was out in the open, standing tall over his body. She took his balls in her other hand and kneaded them softly as she worked his shaft up and down, growing steadily more intense. “Do you want me to use my mouth?” Tara licked her pretty lips. Ones he knew so well.
“Oh Gods yes!” Caveson was in ecstasy.
“I know how much you like it.” She put her mouth close so he could feel her breath against his stiffened shaft. He thrust toward her a little, involuntarily. “See,” Tara teased. “And you said you were too tired. Now you want everything.”
“I…Stand…Corrected.” Caveson gasped as Tara’s smooth hands glided up and down his cock.
“You sure do!” Tara slowly wrapped her lips around the head and pulled back on the silky skin that covered the shaft. She took it in and out of her mouth licking all over with her tongue while it sank deep inside. Tara loved the way it swelled inside her mouth. She took it slow at first and then faster, pushing it deep into her throat, all the while giving his balls a little squeeze. He was all hers now, in her grip. In her mouth. She loved knowing she could make him hot like that. She felt his balls tighten in her hand and worked at them sucking his head and first half of the shaft hard and fast. She felt him thrusting with his hips and got ready to take his cum. She knew he would explode soon. Her warm, wet tongue rolled against the underside if his pulsing shaft, just below the thick head of his engorged cock. Her lips took him repeatedly, pressing tight. She wanted his cum now, just so she could hear how he would moan as he pumped it into her mouth.
“Oh Tara.” Caveson’s muscled body went taut as he came, his throbbing cock pouring hot cum into Tara’s mouth. She held him to keep him from thrusting in too deep as she swallowed. She sucked hard and continued to take him in and out as he filled her, squeezing and pulling at his rigid shaft. When she had swallowed it all she let him go and rested her head on his chest so she could hear his heart pound. It gave her a thrill to know she made his heart race like that.
“Do you want wine or water?” Caveson asked when his breathing slowed. He always offered her a drink when she took him in her mouth. He was so thoughtful.
“I’ll get it this time.” She stroked his chest. “I have to get up anyway so I can kill that goat. You rest until its time to get in your chains.”
By the time the last words were out of her mouth, Caveson was already asleep. When she returned with the meat at sunset, however, he was in his chains, awaiting transformation.
The beast stood before her again, leering and growling. Tara took the first piece of dripping meat from a bucket and showed it to the monster. It smashed against the chains so hard that she jumped. She came closer, holding the meat out in front of her. She put it up to the creature’s jaws and it snapped the meat down with a vicious snarl. She could tell it was breathing harder in anticipation of the next piece. She pulled it from the bucket, blood dripping from her fingers. Again, it smashed at the chains and it began to slaver at the smell of the blood. It snapped the meat down without even chewing. The third time she held out the meat and when it began to crash at the chains, she put the meat away. The monster looked confused at first and then became angry. It roared and thrashed so hard that she was afraid it would topple the entire house. Still, she stood fast, staring it down. When it calmed, she brought out the meat again. Again, it raged and again, she took it away. This time though, it stopped when she took the bloody meat from sight. She raised it again and the monster’s muscles tensed but it did not fight the chains. It merely glared and breathed heavily. Tara put the meat next to its face and it snapped it up with such speed that she nearly jumped out of her skin.
Maybe there is some of Caveson left in this thing. She thought as she fed it another strip of bleeding flesh. Maybe if I can tame it, it will allow him to come out and he will be able to beat the demon! How? She wondered. How can I get this thing to let its guard down so that Caveson can fight it? She gave it another strip of meat. It did not snap as hard this time. It knew the food was coming. The blood made it feel better. It took the next piece slowly and Tara touched its stomach. The beast snarled at her, but was satisfied as long as it was chewing on the meat. She stroked its bristled belly as she continued to feed it meat strips. It didn’t stop snarling at her and its eyes never left her face but it didn’t try to lash out.
“Do you remember me?” Tara spoke aloud.
The snarling became a rising growl
“Caveson?” Tara spoke softly while smoothing the hair on its stomach and gave it more meat. “Is that you?”
Its wild eyes focused on her face and it bared its teeth. She realized what she was going to have to do. Even though she fed it, the thing still saw her as prey. She had the blood of a goat on her and it could tell. To save Caveson she would have to get it to see her in a different light. She couldn’t be its prey, which would get her killed instantly. She couldn’t be its competition for food either. It would only want to fight her. There was only one way she could get this beast to identify with her.
No, she thought, not like this!
Another voice in her mind spoke up. It wasn’t an animal, not really. It was Caveson, his inner demon on the outside. It may look animal, but deep inside it was as human as she, and the human side needed to come out. Wolves are known to mate for life. That is what Caveson had learned from a Native Shaman whose home and tribe had long ago been pushed back by the their people. True until death, was this a wolf? Did it think that way or was it really a demon? Maybe all three, wolf, demon and mage all fighting for control of poor Caveson’s tortured body.
Tara moved one hand slowly down the beast’s stomach where the hair began to grow thicker. The coarse hair was long, covering the inside of its rippling thighs all the way up to just below its human like bellybutton. It growled out loud and tensed against its bonds as her hand weaved its way through the thick hair. Underneath she found it, a long, leathery sheath of thick skin. When she touched it, the creature roared and tensed, frightening her, but she held her ground. Her small, pretty hands closed around the thick shaft of the wolf-beast as she kneeled on the blood stained floor. Its maw had come open and it began to salivate, staring as if it could burn her with its eyes. It was angry but frozen. She began to tug at the shaft and squeeze and the monster stopped moving altogether. She could feel its breath on her neck, and it was growling a low rumble.
The huge shaft thickened even more until she could barely wrap her small hands around it. Something inside that tough sheath was moving and getting harder. She pulled at it more fervently and she could hear the beast breathe faster and more intense with each stroke. She parted the thick hair and the creature’s huge organ rose up, pushing its way out of the tough foreskin on which Tara had been working. The cock itself was as big around as her wrist and as long as her forearm. The skin was reddish and it pulsed with rushing blood. It was shaped like Caveson’s, only much bigger, hiding in that sheath just like his soul was hiding in that vicious body. She took the massive member in both hands and stroked the shaft firmly with one hand while teasing the thick head with the other.
As she tugged and squeezed its huge cock, she could feel the beast thrusting its hips as she moved. It growled now but not in an angry way. The monster was enjoying it!
“Listen to that growl.” Tara smiled up at the open mouth full of fangs that was slavering in thick droplets all over her arms and neck. “That one is all Caveson, isn’t it? I knew you were in there.” She stroked its bulging cock even faster. “I bet you want it in my mouth too, just like before.” Pre cum came out of the tip of its cock. It beaded up and then dripped to the floor, thick but clear. Tara let go.
“Not today, sweet Caveson!” Tara teased. “Today, you’re going to be my mate so you don’t get to finish yet!”
“RRRRRRR!” The beast strained against its chains.
Tara stood back and began to slowly take off her dress. She took down the buttons in the front and pulled it over her head, leaving herself in a white slip. It fit loosely over her curves, hugging her hips slightly. Her hard nipples appeared in points through the silky material and made shimmering creases in the fabric. Now her pale, shapely legs were visible, all the way up to her thighs. She walked up to the beast and stood just out of reach. She pulled the slip up to her waist, showing her mound and the little tuft of blonde hair that sprouted there. Tara parted her legs slightly and touched herself.
“Do you want this?” She wiggled her hips just a little. She touched its still engorged cock with her hand again. “I don’t know if I can take that thing for very long, but I’ll try.” She got close, just out of reach of its claws and teeth. She rubbed the head of its cock over her pubic hair and then turned and walked away.
Tara walked over to a nearby table and pulled out a chair. She set it in front of the monster and leaned against the chair as she pulled up her slip again, facing her back to the beast. She pressed the soft, pale skin of her pretty round ass against the head of the beast’s giant cock, bending over the chair. In her mind the beast was gone, it was only Caveson, raging and dying to take her hard and rough just like those wild mornings before the change. She lusted after the ravage she was about to receive and it made her wet. Feeling that mighty shaft against her ass, knowing it would hurt her was exciting as it was frightening.

Finding sexual partners had always been easy for Felicity. From the moment she became sexually active and even before men swarmed around her like flies around a honey pot. She wasn’t just attractive she was enchanting. Her petite figure and 5′4″ height body was a mini powerhouse of excitement. At 25 she still looked like a nubile teenager. Her pert B cup breasts always overflowing a tiny low cut bar and pressed tightly into a seductive cleavage. Her beautiful silken honey blond hair shimmered in the light and framed her sensuous big blue eyes that seemed to glow with an inner light rather than merely reflect her vision. Her figure was toned and exquisitely proportioned 34-22-32 with the most pert little ass you could imagine, her flat slender waist and sensually flat tummy sporting a pretty 24-carat diamond stud in the navel.
Felicity was obsessed with sex and had it several times a day often with several partners and sometimes multiple partners. It was like she had to have it often and as intensely as possible. Every one wanted her and most got her. She screwed her bosses, her co workers, her clients and a host of strangers she met at dance parties and sex clubs where she went in search of more challenging sex. The truth was though that despite the ready availability and enjoyment she got from her frequent sexual encounters she was becoming bored. She tried to spice up her life by holding off, postponing pleasure and intense teasing, by seducing married men, by fucking in public places but nothing seemed to really get her going that is until she met her first virgin male.
John was a 19-year old athlete. His short stylishly cut sandy blonde hair crowning a toned fit body trained for the distance running that was his passion and his obsession. He was the younger brother of one of Felicity’s school friends, Rachel, and she had known him since he had been a gawky looking teenager. So when Felicity dropped around late one afternoon to visit Rachel so they could chat about their latest flames Felicity was caught unawares by the presence of her kid brother. He had always been so busy training of late that it must have been two years since they had actually met face to face. As luck would have it Rachel was not home and Felicity took the opportunity to flirt overtly with him. She was dressed in a short tight yellow halter dress that plunged low to expose her firm little tits that sat up pertly in a delicious cleavage. The display of leg and boobs was not wasted on young John and much of his conversation seemed to be directed at her tits rather than her face.
” Yeah, Um so How’ve you been? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.” He stammered a little nervously.
Felicity loved the feeling that she was making a man uncomfortable she loved making him flush with embarrassment and talk nervously to her. He was so sweet and fresh and so fit and innocent. She sat down on the kitchen stool and crossed her legs so that the hem of her skirt rose up to reveal as much of her legs as was possible. She watched him scan her legs apprehensively. His breathing betrayed the ardour he felt at that moment. Felicity knew when a guy was hot for her and he was definitely starting to smoulder.
“Your always training these days Rachel says you train six days a week. So I haven’t seen you when I get around here as your either training or sleeping. You look great though, I bet the girls are chasing you constantly I know I would have when I was your age.”
She uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly as she sat on the high stool and he glanced at the brief display of white silk that peered between her delicious legs, and then he looked up slightly embarrassed and began staring at her breasts again longingly.
“I uh, don’t actually have a girlfriend at the moment. I did but we just drifted apart because I trained so much and didn’t have time for her I guess. What about you are you seeing anyone at the moment, Rachel was saying you had a pretty steady stream of admirers. I don’t blame them either I had such a crush on you when I was younger.” He was fishing, She thought.
“No I don’t have any steady guy at the moment but I get to taste and try a bit. Did you really have a crush on me, Wow! I am flattered it must have driven you mad what with the amount of times I slept over here and walked around in my nighties and underwear. I didn’t think I’d be… you know admired by you. I guess I just thought of you as a little kid. Teenage girls can get pretty arrogant I’m afraid. So do you still have a crush on me?”
He looked embarrassed, his eyes still flickered between her legs and her cleavage and he looked even more uncomfortable.
“You are really pretty, even Rachel says how pretty you are what guy wouldn’t have a crush on you… I mean listen to me now I don’t get all flustered around other girls.”
It was true John had always been super confident, bright and outgoing and now he had reached a high standard in his athletic skills and entered college with a scholarship he was even more so except when he spoke to Felicity. She noticed the slight lump in his long shorts smiled, got off her seat and walked to his and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
“You are sooooooo sweet! I mean you are making me feel so nice.”
“I was thinking of playing some squash this evening would you like to play with me. Rachel sometimes partners me but she ahs to go out tonight with that new guy she’s been seeing.” He looked more confident after the kiss and as felicity stepped back and looked down his hard muscular body she felt a wave of desire fill her. Maybe he was a virgin. Mmmmmm how sweet to be his first, how far could an elite athlete go and for how long? All these thoughts cascaded through her naughty sex crazed mind.
“I’d love to play anything hot sweaty and fast with you Johnny. I’d better get home and change into my sports gear do you mind dropping past my apartment on the way I’ll drive if you like. I can drop you back home after if you like.”
“Sure Ok I’ll get my gear and book court.”
The next ten minutes evolved into a flurry of activity and phone calls until finally they got into her car and headed for her apartment. In the car Felicity’s hem rode up again and john looked ardently at her white silk panties for most of the trip across town. Felicity made pleasant conversation and knew that she was baiting her tender trap. She felt exhilarated by the flirting and horny as hell, each time she felt his gaze upon her crotch she felt a tingle of excitement and moisture collect in her panties. By the time they reached the car park his shorts revealed a definitely noticeable lump. They went into the apartment and felicity made a show of changing into her sports top and skirt. She wriggled out of the tight halter-top and scuttled into her bedroom wearing just a white silk halter and panties. Slid on a midriff length lycra sports top and adjusted her boobs in it and then pulled on a super short sports skirt, followed by a pair of black sports pants that matched the skirt and top. John had been privy to a delicious little display of disrobing where she teased him by running in and out of the room looking for things and bending over to find them. By the time they reached the car again John was hotter than hot, his crotch sported a huge hard on.
Felicity was such a tease and she knew exactly how to get a man simmering on the edge of desire until she reeled him into her unearthly delights. She glanced down at the lump in his pants and noted with interest that it was definitely above average.
“Ooooooh John I just forgot I was in such a hurry to get dressed I forgot you might be a little excited by it. Do you like my body that much?”
He looked even more embarrassed.
“God Felicity you were always a dreadful tease. It’s just that I … um never… have been with a woman before and so you doing what you’re doing is making me excited that’s all. I’ll get over it.” Felicity smiled and leaned across to him and kissed him again. This time longer, more tenderly and more sweetly. She could feel him melt into her as he kissed her back.
“So you’ve never been with a woman before, you’re a virgin and heres your older sister girlfriend teasing the pants off you. Mmmmmm I promise we’ll do something about that.” She reached down and ran her fingernails across the lump in his pants feeling him tremble with a yearning that was both generated by and created by her hand tracing across his thick cock. She finished the kiss and the caress and turned to drive the car to the squash courts with his eyes permanently stuck on the risen display of flesh of her delectable legs and thighs.
At the squash court they played hard and competitively until both were breathless not thinking about the kiss in the car but concentrating on the speed of the ball and their fast short running and long rallies. They collapsed breathlessly into each other’s arms giggling and panting.
“Wow you are really fit too do you work out Flic?” He ventured as they leaned against the wall with his arm around her delicate waist.
“You could say I use sex as a workout.” She purred excitedly. He leaned forward and kissed her this time sliding his hand around her slender waist and feeling his cock stiffen again as he melted into a tender kiss. Her tongue mingled with his as they kissed longingly. He moved his hand to touch her breasts, he had touched girls before, and he knew they liked it. He wondered whether Felicity would let him, if she would like it too.
She melted beneath his touch and he felt her nipple stiffen beneath his fingers and he pinched it gently through the Lycra and silk. She kissed him more urgently more seductively. The kind of kiss that says take me, the kind of kiss that aches to be touched, fondled would this be the first time he got to…. he didn’t think any more, he had come close with his last girlfriend. She had let him touch her soft wet pussy, suckle her luscious breasts but had not let him enter her wetness. She made him cum in his pants as she touched him he was so excited by her. He hoped Felicity wouldn’t tease him like that he would die of embarrassment. As she kissed him she spread her legs and he dropped a hand to her pert ass and reached beneath her short sports skirt to feel her delectable ass. He pushed her closer to him and pressed his thickening cock against her. She ground appreciatively against it moaning sweetly. She broke the kiss and panted in his ear.
“You don’t really want to have your first time in a squash court do you? I mean we can if you want but I think you could hold off until we got back to my place don’t you?”
They hurriedly gathered their gear and walked to the car clutching hands desperately like each touch would bring them closer to the pleasure they both hoped for. In the car Felicity slid off her sports pants and encouraged him to touch her as they drove and kiss and fondle her.
“Mmmmmm yeah baby do you feel how wet I am for you. You know the more you make me cum the better it gets. Do you know how to do that for me? Ooooooh yes I guess you do.”
She began shivering and came as she turned the corner into her block and as she pulled the car to a halt shuddered in pleasure as his nimble finger slid across the white silk panties finding her clit and then sliding them aside and exploring her wetness as he kissed her and moaned in her ear.
“Mmmmmm God you feel so good so wet. Oh god I want you so much.” One hand finger fucked her while the other reached around her shoulders and clasped her breast and his kisses became more and more urgent.
“Like I said darling we can fuck here if you like but I’d much rather take my time and do it slow and hot upstairs. I know you want me darling. I want you too you’re making me sooooooo hot. I can barely wait.”
They got out of the car and almost ran up the stairs to the apartment and the moment they were behind the door Felicity put her hand on his rock hard cock and kissed him. Unzipping his shorts and sliding her hand over it, peeling the foreskin back so his excitement could grow harder and thicker.
“Oh my you have grown into a beautiful big boy haven’t you? I’m going to make you really happy now and then we’re going to cool off a little with a shower together before we make love.”
Felicity stroked his over excited cock with one hand and tickled his balls with her fingernails with the other as they kissed fervently. His own hands pushing beneath her top and bra to her tits which he toyed with hungrily pinching the nipples and cupping their firmness in his eager hands. She stopped touching him and reached down to peel off her top and unhitch her bra so that he could lavish more attention on them and then wriggled free of her sports skirt and then resumed kissing and fondling him clad only in her sweet tiny white silk bikini panties. John could not believe how beautiful her body was, how taut her ass was, how it’s pouted seductively in her sexy panties. He moaned with desire at every curve and sweet seductive mound of her skin. The sensuous slender waist, the small pert perfect tear drop shaped breasts with nipples like sweet pink jelly beans set on superlative coin shaped areoles. She was expertly caressing his cock until it was so close to explosion that he felt the warm sensation of loss of control creep over him and his cock began to throb.
“You want it pretty bad don’t you darling. I’m so wet for you too!”
She slid from his arms and fell to her knees grabbing his cock and blew across it with her moist lips within a millimetre of it. He groaned she would only have to touch him with her lips and he would explode he thought. Felicity looked up at him knowing how close he was to cumming and smiled a sweet sexy smile that melted him. She guided his cock to her breasts and touched each nipple with the head of his cock and teased his cock seductively.
“I know you want to cum in my pussy darling but we can spare a little for my mouth cant we?”
Felicity engulfed his cock with her mouth and began pumping his shaft with one hand as she squeezed and teased his balls with the other. John moaned and sank into a shivering mass of moans and shakes, he could feel his orgasm rising fast and hard. One moment he felt as if he would white out he was so excited and the next moment the orgasm took him like a hot summer storm. He erupted and felt a load shoot into Felicity’s waiting mouth. He looked down through the haze of pleasure that filled every nerve ending and looked at her angelic face, saw her swallow his cum slide her mouth to the tip of his cock and then pinch the tip of his cock cutting off any further ejaculation but maintaining the wonderful pleasure of the orgasm. His cock pulsed in powerful bursts trying to spill beyond the grip of her tight fingers, as she held him tightly and covered the tip with a million tiny wet kisses. After a while the throbbing ceased and she let his hopelessly distorted cock drop from her hand and stood up to kiss him once more. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Her beautiful body, the best hand and head job on earth the thought of more drove him berserk with passion.
“Did you like that? I thought you deserved a little entrŽe before the main course. Now come on lets get out of these clothes and have a shower.”
She took his hand and led him to the bathroom and undressed him sensuously. Kissing his muscular chest and flickering her tongue across his nipples until they were erect as he enjoyed caressing her supple curves, in the shower they soaped each other sensuously and held each other close sliding the slippery soapsuds against each other. Him fondling her delectable ass, her soaping his proud shaft and balls ardently each teasing the other so that their need for each other became overpowering yet holding off until the right time.
They rinsed off their desire with a cold burst of water that made both their toned bodies glow in the evening light. She led him to her bedroom and laid him on the bed and went to her drawer and pulled out a tiny white baby doll nightie with silk bikini panties. She made a show of putting it on positioning her luscious tits in the halter so that they sat pushed upward in the tight silk bodice and exposed with her hard nipples shown in outline through the sensationally sheer fabric. She slid the panties over her shaved pussy and smiled at him.
“Every gift is more exciting if it’s wrapped nicely. Don’t you agree?”
She moved towards him to sit on the bed next to him and he took her in his arms and kissed her again.
“Oh yeah baby! You are nicely wrapped, I could eat you up.”
She lay back as he covered her with kisses. He kissed her ears and neck sensuously as he felt her panties grow moist beneath his touch. She was excited. He found her clit and stroked the soft fragment of silk that stretched over it and revelled in her tiny moans of appreciation. By the time she began to shudder he had kissed his way to her nipples and sucked them hard through the fabric, making each nipple swell again. As she murmured ‘I’m cumming’ again he slid the panties aside and fingered her hot pussy whilst sucking her nipples hard. He pushed aside the fabric that clutched her tits and showered the space between them with kisses and ran his tongue around each nipple as she screamed beneath his touch. He kissed her belly and flickered his tongue round her diamond studded navel piercing and then found her sopping panties and sucked them between his lips inhaling her sweet sexy scent.
“Ooooooooh eat me darling make me cum. Mmmmmm yes yes oh yeah!”
He suckled her clit expertly and lapped around her wet folds teasing her to the edge of orgasm several times then backing off. He slid two fingers into her as he teased her clit with his tongue and sucked and licked around the flooding opening. She was tight and so ready. He delighted in her orgasms that seemed to grow in intensity and frequency until she was almost permanently screaming ‘I’m cumming’ and bucking against his feverent mouth and tongue whilst clutching at his head and grinding eagerly against his face. Suddenly she stopped and pulled him up to her face and they kissed once more.
“Do you want me lots? I’m sooooooo wet for you. My pussy’s going to be so tight darling I want you inside me so much.” She spread her legs and guided his cock to her wet panty front sliding the tip across the shiny silk surface.
“Oh god Felicity, I never wanted anything so badly you are so sexy, I want you so much. Ooooooh your pussy is so wet. I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“Mmmmmm baby your cock is so big, and I’m so tight and wet does Johnnie want a to fuck me now. Tell me you want to fuck me talk dirty to me.”
As Felicity spoke she slid her panties aside and let his cock slide over her sopping folds, parting them and letting the dribbles of wetness cover his tortured cock tip. Then she guided it inside and he pressed forward eagerly as his cock split her labia and entered her hot wet tight vagina.
“Oh god I want to fuck your hot wet pussy. I can’t wait to fuck you. Oh god it feels so good, so tight Mmmmmm of yeah ooooooooooooh.”
His cock slid deeper and deeper in side her and she wriggled her ass seductively as he placed his hand beneath her sumptuous buns and pulled out from her until the tip of his cock almost left her. Then he began to plunge inside her once more.
“Fuck me hard and fast. Run a marathon in my pussy darling, pace yourself then fuck me hard until I scream. Ooooooh yes that’s it, do me, fuck me hard, fast, long. Mmmmmm!”
He began fucking her with long deep hard strokes that increased in intensity until she exploded in orgasm screaming and scratching at his back with her finger nails like a bitch on heat. With each orgasm he changed his position and the pace of his stroke until she reached another and another. It seemed each time she came she got wetter and tighter, squirting him with her juices and screaming with passion. He belted her hard and fast, then slowly and tenderly, shifting her legs in to all kinds of yoga positions.

Tom ordered two ales and another martini and they headed to a booth. Lori sat between the two men and felt the slight pressure of Ian’s leather clad leg push against her. The booth was small so she figured it was unintended. They drank and chatted for quite awhile and Lori noticed the pressure on her thigh increase. She said nothing, just sipping her drink. Ian ran the conversation and Lori found herself thinking about her and Tom’s fantasy. She felt if she was ever to do it this would be the type of man. She giggled to herself and put the thought out of her mind, or at least tried to.
Tom ordered some bangers and chips for them as they sat. When the bangers came he cut up the sausage and with greasy fingers offered a sausage to Lori. He put it up to her mouth and told her she had to try one. She felt she couldn’t refuse and opened her lips as Ian pushed the piece of meat into her mouth.
“I love to see a women’s lips around a sausage, don’t you Tom?” They both laughed as Lori’s face reddened. She could not believe what she was allowing this man to get away with. Nor could she believe Tom was allowing it. She bet he had a hard on right now.
It was nearing eight o’clock and a small band had set up and was playing lounge like music in the back of the pub. Ian stood up, his crotch just inches from Lori’s face and she felt her nostrils swell at the smell of leather. He grabbed her wrist and said they should dance.
He said, he didn’t ask if they should dance. Lori looked at her husband and noticed the grin he gets when he’s turned on. She figured she would play a bit more with this man then Tom and her would head back to the hotel. She was so hot and with the addition of alcohol she was not thinking straight. The first song was a fast paced song and they danced in a crowd of ten or fifteen couples. She could see Tom across the room watching and when their eyes met he lifted his glass in a silent toast of approval. Ian was an excellent dancer, very self assured and she couldn’t help but catch herself looking at his crotch. The next song was a slow ballad and Lori started off the dance floor. Ian grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him.
She didn’t object. She felt warm and sexy against his body. She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. Both his arms were around her waist and she tightened for a second as they slid down to the top of her ass. When Ian felt no resistance he lowered his large hands to her ass and cupping both cheeks he pulled her close.
Lori lifted her head off his chest and tried to pull away. He looked down at her, holding her tightly and spoke for the first time on the dance floor. Just loud enough for her to hear.
“Relax, girl. You can’t expect a healthy man not to want to touch an ass as nice as yours.” When he finished talking he squeezed both cheeks very tightly. Lori was ashamed that she was letting him do this in front of a pub full of people but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.
Ian pulled her closer and at the same time flexed his cock. It was large and pressed against her stomach. “Feel what you’ve done to me, slut,” he whispered, emphasizing the last word. “You’ve made my cock hard. I can see your husband watching and we both know he isn’t going to say anything. I bet he’s one of those blokes that likes to watch his wife with a real man.” He flexed his cock again.
Lori’s breath began to shorten, she actually was afraid she would orgasm right there on the dance floor. She didn’t even object to being called a ’slut’ because she felt like one and was enjoying it. Ian turned them both on the dance floor so she could see Tom.
He flexed his cock again and whispered, “Look at your husband, look at him as you press against my cock. I want you to rub against me so he can see.”
As if in a trance, Lori began to hump her lower body against the leather caged member pressing against her. She was acting wantonly but did not care. Tom watched this all with a smile on his face.
“Good slut. You listen well. I am going to enjoy fucking you.”
There was no question in his voice that they would fuck. He gave her no choice and she knew she would do as she was told. The dance ended and they headed back to the both. Lori sat down and Ian remained standing next to the booth. The outline of his cock was very apparent and he wanted them both to see it before he sat down.
“Tom your wife is a sexy lady. She was rubbing her cunt on me like a dog in heat,” Ian paused and smiled as he watched the humiliation spread across Lori’s face. “I am going to fuck her tonight, I am going to use her mouth and her cunt for my enjoyment. The only question is do you want to watch or do we leave you here. You have no choice other than that, isn’t that right, slut.”
Lori looked at Tom, knowing they had lived this very moment out in fantasy hundreds of times. She spoke loud enough for both men to hear, “Yes.” “Well Tom what is your answer?”
“I. I want to watch.”
“Watch what, Tom. Say it.”
“I want to watch you fuck my wife. To use her as you please.”
Ian smiled and turned to Lori. He told her to remove her panties and hand them to him. She was to do it in the booth, now.
Lori looked at Ian and with a embarrassed flush to her cheeks told him she wasn’t wearing any panties. He smiled and said only sluts go without panties, not mothers and wives. His words debased her even more, but excited her beyond caring. He told her to prove it to him. Lori reached down to her dress and began to unbutton it slowly from the bottom. She knew she was in a dark booth but still the noise of the band and the chatter of the patrons was pounding in her ears. Once she had unbuttoned past her waist she pulled the dress apart exposing her pussy to Tom and Ian’s view.
“Good. Are you wet?” Ian paused and watched her nod her head in agreement. “Prove it.”
Lori spread her legs feeling the pressure of her thighs against each man’s leg and placed her right hand between her thighs. She pushed two fingers inside her cunt and was surprised at how wet she was. She could imagine everyone in the pub could hear her fingers pressing inside. She pulled them out and brought them to Ian’s face. The wetness was obvious, coating her entire two middle fingers.
“My, you are wet,” Ian grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers under his nose and inhaled. “Wet and smelly like a cunt, I’d say,” he laughed and continued, “clean them off.”
Lori took her two fingers up to her lips and hesitated for a moment as she looked at Tom. She felt his leg push against hers in a silent way of saying he wanted her to continue. She pushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked them both clean.
Ian spoke, “I want to make things very clear. For the rest of the evening I expect complete obedience by the slut. Tom do not interfere. I will only stop if the slut says ‘USA’ to me. If you try to stop us and she does not say her safe word I will ask you to leave. Do you both understand?”
They shook their heads in agreement, both knowing this was what they had dreamed of. Tom also knew this was what he had planed so long for.
Ian continued, “Slut, do you like to suck cock?” Lori shook her head up and down, “Good because I like to have my cock sucked and deep throated. Before I fuck you and before you can cum, you will be required to take my entire cock into your throat. Once you hold it for a three count I will allow you to fuck it. Now reach under the table and feel me. Is my cock is bigger than your husbands?”
Lori reached under the table and felt the hard staff through the leather pants. It was longer than Tom’s she thought, not much, but longer. She knew, without a doubt it was thicker. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to swallow it all.
Lori spoke, “It is bigger.” “Speak in whole sentences, slut. And speak louder.”
“Your cock is bigger than my husband’s.”
“Good girl, now I can see you are wearing a bra. Go to the loo and remove it. Leave your purse here. I want you to carry it back and hand it to Tom. Sluts wear no underclothes, so as long as you are with me you will not wear any. Understand?”
“Yes, Ian.” Lori began to button her dress when Ian grabbed her hand.
“I didn’t say to button up. Do not disappoint me so soon. Walk to the loo as you are.”
Lori slid out of the booth and walked slowly to the restroom. The dress parted with each stride and her thighs were on exhibit to any one looking. She could feel the flush of embarrassment go from her chest to her face. She kept her eyes down and could hear some men pointing her out.
“Look at the legs on her. Isn’t she the bird with Ian and the other guy. She was practically humping Ian on the dance floor. Looks like he’ll get some pussy tonight. I don;t know how that bloke does it.”
Lori quickly entered the bathroom and could feel her heart pounding. She knew she’d have to walk by the same table again, this time holding her bra. She looked at herself in the mirror and a lust filled face stared back at her. She went into the cubicle and quickly unbuttoned her dress. She removed it and popped off her bra. She wanted to stick her whole hand up her cunt and cum right there by the toilet but somehow Ian would know she had. She rebuttoned the same buttons and felt her nipples harden even more as the rubbed against the dress material. They could easily be seen pressing against the material. She rolled the bra as small as she could in her hand and took a deep breath. She pushed the door open and headed towards the table. Lori knew if she walked too quickly her pussy would be visible to everyone.
She took measured steps, with her arms to her side and headed the fifty or so feet back. She heard a whistle and the same man’s voice tell his buddies that that ‘bird’ was coming back and you could see her nipples now. She got to the table and looked down at Ian, expecting him to get up.
He looked at her and smiled, “Thank you slut. We are just about ready to leave. Go over to that table you just passed and hand your bra to the big fellow who was doing all the talking. Tell him it’s a gift from Ian since you won’t need it for the rest of the night. Tell them you are thirsty and Ian said they would buy you a drink You are to answer any question they ask and do whatever they say. I expect you to stay with them for fifteen minutes or until we come over to get you. When you sit down you are not to rearrange your dress. Leave it however it falls.”
Lori just stared in disbelief. She didn’t expect this, she had expected to do what Ian said, but not with strangers. She was going to protest, she looked at Tom waiting for him to say something but he just stared at her with that silly expression of his.
Before she could speak, Ian took charge. “Well, I guess I was wrong. There is no room for defiance from a submissive of mine. I guess I will just end it here. You two enjoy your visit to our country,” Ian began to rise when Lori spoke.
“I’m,I’m sorry Ian. It just caught be by surprise. I will do it, fifteen minutes with them. Have a drink, please do not leave me.”
“I really don’t know if you are worth the effort, girl. There are not that many chances I am willing to give you. As a punishment for your disobedience I want the two top buttons of your dress undone. Now!”
Lori reached up, hands trembling, not from fear but excitement. She undid the two buttons causing the dress material with its’ scoop neck to fall open exposing the swells of her breasts. She took a deep breath and walked to the table of three men. The talkative one looked up with a surprised expression when she stopped at the table.
“Hello, Ian sent me over her to give you this.” She reached out and let her lacy expensive black bra drop on the table in front of this ugly man. “He said I won’t be needing it for the rest of the night. He also said you men might be kind enough to buy me a drink.”
There was silence, this was not what these three men expected. They were all working men whose wives had fatten as they had. They spent their nights at pubs drinking and playing darts. Women never paid attention to them.
Finally the boisterous one spoke, “Certainly Miss, My name is Tad and that is Frank and Brian. Brian get up and get the lady a chair. Then get her a drink, what would you like?”
“A martini would be fine.” She was embarrassed that they left her bra sitting in the open on the table. The one called Brian brought over a chair and Lori saw it had no arms; nothing to keep her dress from falling open. He left to get her a drink and Lori sat down between Tad and Frank. She kept her knees together but felt the material slip away to the closed bottom button. She did not look down but could see the men’s eyes staring at her thighs. Her pussy was just barely covered.
Brian brought her the drink and sat across from her. He couldn’t see her legs, but was happy to ogle the swells of her breasts. She thanked them for the drink and took a long swallow. The alcohol warmed her body. Tad picked up her bra and held it out in front of him.
“Do the panties match as well?”
Lori knew she had to answer any question they asked, “They do, but I am not wearing any.”
She could sense the excitement of the men, like boys finding their Father’s dirty magazine stash.
“So, you gave them to Ian, I imagine?”
“No, they’re in the hotel.” She hoped the time was nearing its end but when she glanced over at Ian he was not moving.
“And the man with you two, who is he.”
“My husband. We are visiting from California.” She spoke a bit about their trip to England and their travels so far, trying to use up time. But Tad would have none of that.
“He lets his wife go without panties and give her bra to strangers. Sounds like a wanker to me.” The others laughed at his joke. “Tell me why would a man do that.”
“It excites him, no us, to do what Ian says, ” as soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. She may have given Tad an idea to press her harder. She was right.
“Well I expect if your bra is here,” he lifted it up again, ” and your panties are in the hotel, and we can certainly see you are not wearing stockings, I expect you are naked under that dress. Am I right?”
“Yes,” the idiot, she thought.
“Well, Miss how about showing us boys what Ian will be playing with tonight. Spread your legs for me, now would you do that for me.”
Their eyes widened, never expecting her to comply. Lori spread her legs and the material of the dress opened more, exposing her nicely trimmed bush to at least four of the six eyes staring at her. She kept her legs open for thirty of so seconds then brought her knees back together. The lower half of her bush was still visible to them.
Tad looked around to be sure no one was really looking, “Pinch your nipples for me. Do them both at the same time. Pinch ‘em hard, lass or else I’ll make you take them out.” Tad knew he was given carte blanche with this women, for how long he didn’t know.
Lori reached up and grasped each nipple between her thumb and index finger. She squeezed tight, not because this man had ordered her but because the pain helped mask the humiliation she was feeling. She stopped only when she heard a familiar voice. It was Ian.
“Sorry, chaps but the lady needs to be going.”
Lori got up quickly and walked along side of Ian and Tom, trying to get out as soon as possible. She heard Tad’s voice in the background but could not make out the words. She only hoped she’d never meet him again. Once the brisk cold air struck her body she could feel her nipples tighten more than she had ever felt before. The throbbing soreness in them excited her and she hoped Ian would be rough with them tonight.
Half way to the hotel Ian stopped and stepped into an alley. The other two followed. It was dark and the trash from a restaurant was nearby. It smelled. He walked about half way down the dead end alley until they were under the one light that illuminated the back door. It was late and Lori hoped the restaurant had closed and the door would not open unexpectedly.
Without speaking, Ian pushed Lori against the cold metal door and kissed her. It was more of an invasion then a kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth and felt her teeth, her gums and her tongue. He stepped back out of the light with Tom who was openly rubbing his cock through his pants.
“Stay against the door, slut. I want you to spread your legs, good a little more. That’s fine. Now unhook the last buttons. Remember I have no tolerance left for insubordination.”
Lori reached down and unbuttoned the remaining buttons. The dress fell open and her tits and cunt were displayed. He then told her to finger herself with her left hand and squeeze her tits with the right. Lori was beyond even thinking of saying no and started to play with herself. She began to breath harder and was twisting her nipples and forcing her fingers between her legs. She had never treated herself this roughly, but she had never been this turned on. Ian sensed she was about to climax and spoke.
“Stop, slut. You may only cum when I say, understand!’ Lori let her hands fall to her sides and shook her head in acknowledgment. “Now take off the dress and hand it to Tom.” She did as told and returned to the door with her legs splayed open.
“Now slut, I know you have drank a lot tonight. Your bladder must be full. I want you to squat down with your back against the door and knees wide apart.”
Lori knew what was coming next and felt her back scrape against the rough metal as she squatted. She looked into Ian’s eyes waiting. She never looked for Tom, he was no longer important to her.
“You know what I want you to do, don’t you slut?”
“Yes.”
“What would that be?”
“You want me to piss for you. You want your slut to piss in this dirty alley.”
“Very good. I like a slut that can think on her feet. No pun intended.” His laugh echoed off the brick walls of the alley. “Now do it for me.”
It was as though he knew what buttons to push. Ever since seeing that video of a women peeing in a bowl, Lori had thought of being made to do it. She pushed but could not make herself pee. Maybe it was the cold or the embarrassment of doing it here.
“Do it slut. Close your eyes and relax. Think of being alone in the bath. Once you start you will not be able to stop. Do it!”
Lori closed her eyes and relaxed. She stopped thinking of the cold and instead thought of the privacy and warmth of her bathroom back home. Finally she felt the start of the flow. She could hear it patter against the concrete step and feel it splash against her feet and ankles.
“That’s it slut, pee for me.” His voice startled Lori and she opened her eyes. She saw Ian standing near her smiling as she did his bidding. Smiling as you would when your dog finally obeys a command. The stream got stronger and the noise in the alley seamed river-like. When she finally finished she stayed in her crouched position waiting for Ian’s next command.
He stepped up to her, stepping into the puddle and standing so close she could smell the leather again. She expected to suck his cock and looked forward to finally tasting his manhood.
His voice echoed in the alley, as he unzipped his pants, “Tom, do you know what the alpha wolf does to show his dominance over the pack?”
Tom’s voice seemed distant and foreign to Lori, “He marks his territory with his urine.”
“Correct, his scent is left for all the other wolves to smell. They know anything with his scent is his and they had better be ready to fight for it if they want it back. Or they can stay with the pack as long as they obey. Do you understand, Tom”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to be a part of the pack, Tom or do you think you can be the leader?”
“I just want to be, I just want to watch Ian, please I don’t want to fight.”
“I thought so. Slut look up at me,” he watched her green eyes raise to meet his. “I promise after this we will go to the hotel and you will get what you have worked so hard for this evening. You made me proud.”

Reverend Taylor looked quite surprised when a small army of New York’s finest showed up at the door of the church. The arrest went down without a hitch and Sutton, Fusco and Mainwaring remained behind with the other officers, searching the premises for additional items of evidence.
“Suttie!” Fusco’s call brought her running and she and Mainwaring entered the vestry, heading into the minister’s small apartment. Her partner was standing across the room, pointing at the bottom of the cabinet; the same cabinet that housed Taylor’s rubber sex doll. A dark liquid was steadily flowing from under the door, flowing in rivulets across the cement floor and soaking into a small, dilapidated throw rug.
Mainwaring approached the door, using his handkerchief to grasp one of the door handles and slowly pulled it open. Inside, next to the rubber torso, was the torso of a woman, a sight that drew a gasp from everyone present.
“Jesus Christ! That’s Darla Webb!”
Sutton edged closer, her eyes riveted to the woman’s face. Her expression was one of desolation, of giving up her life and it shook the detective to the bottom of her soul. The look in her eyes … “Suttie. Suttie, are you all right?”
“Y-Yes.” She snapped back into her professional mode, still shaken. “I’m fine.”
Fusco moved up behind her, his voice low and timorous. “Candace, she looks like you.” For the first time, Detective Sutton stared at the body, really stared. Darla Webb was a brunette, yet her hair was blonde. A wig had been placed on her head. “And look, on her chest.” Pinned through the fatty tissue of Darla Webb’s breast was a police badge. Her badge number, 5803, had been written on a strip of antiseptic tape and attached to it. Mainwaring and Fusco stared at her for a long moment, neither wanting to comment.
“It was him.”
“What?” Fusco shouted.
“It was him. Our Englishman.”
“What are you saying? How could it be him when we’ve got evidence on Taylor?”
“I don’t know how to explain it, Mainwaring. I just know it. This is a message to me.”
“Why to you?”
“He must have come back to the bar. He must have seen me with her and decided that I was keeping her from him.” Sutton couldn’t rip her eyes away from Darla Webb’s vacant eyes. “He’s telling me that he’s coming for me next.”
“But what about Reverend Taylor?”
“He’s innocent.”
Fusco moved in front of her. “What are you doing? We have this shithead dead to rights!”
“Do we?”
He looked over to Mainwaring who was also staring at her. “What the hell is this?”
“This is a plant, staged for our benefit and to implicate Taylor. Taylor’s not the killer.” She turned to leave the room, tossing words over her shoulder, “He’s out there waiting for me.”
He put two quarters into the machine and slipped the newspaper under his arm. His apartment was just a few blocks away and this was a necessary part of his everyday routine, his way of maintaining a connection with the real world. He checked his watch and quickened his pace. Nearly six o’clock. Time for the news. Time to find out if that detective got his message.
The Eyewitness News broadcast began at 5:59 and he settled into his recliner, newspaper on his lap and a beer in his hand. “Good evening. We start off with breaking news from St. Peter’s on the Lower East Side. Reverend Henry Taylor has been arrested for the murder of Samara Wilcox, Tania Briars and latest victim, 38-year old receptionist Darla Webb.
Mrs. Webb had been involved in a fight earlier at the Motor City Bar but managed to escape without injury. Once the police had left, Mrs. Webb left on her own, despite being offered transportation by the police and was assaulted and murdered on Canal Street.”
He listened intently to the broadcaster, weighing each word and looking for a glimpse of that bitch, Detective Sutton. He wondered if she would be brave enough to face him. Finally. What he had waited for. The big-titted bitch cop came on the screen.
“Can you tell us anything more about this investigation?”
The woman’s eyes left the face of the female reporter and turned into the camera’s lens. “The investigation is not over. We’ve arrested a person of interest but I don’t personally believe that that person is the perpetrator. I believe that he’s still out there, waiting to strike again.”
Sutton stared into the camera, ignoring the angry whispers from Mainwaring, who stood just behind her. “I got your message. I’m waiting for you.”
The reporter turned away from her to finish the broadcast segment and Mainwaring grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her around. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Trying to find the murderer, Mike. Time to play his game.”

Chapter 1: The Interview
Audition for boy toy. Wanted, young twenties, low fat, little hair to serve the needs of several men for weekend get-away. Audition a must. Email if you fit the description and are interested. Must send photo.
That’s it. That’s all the ad said. What excited me the most was the word several. Three, Four…More?!?! Being a swimmer, I fit the description to a tee. 5′9″, 145 lbs, and very little hair due to swim team regulations. I was perfect for the job.
Now I’ve always loved women, the way they feel, smell, etc, but sometimes a guy wants to switch places and be the object of attention, to be the slut, to be the very tool, you could say, to bring another man to orgasm. That’s me. When I am with a girl, I am very much the aggressor, the dominant one, but I switch roles when I’m with a guy. I love to be grabbed and talked dirty too and called a slut. I like to be used. This ad was just what I wanted.
I quickly emailed my response to the email address provided and included several pictures. I then lay down on my bed and masturbated to the made up images of what this would be.
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Two days later, I received an email response saying that they would like to “interview” me. They gave me directions to a local hotel suite and provided me with a room number with a date and time to be there. The date and time was for tomorrow, Wednesday night.
I was so excited.
The next day, I primped my self by shaving off all of my body hair, washing extra good and doing myself up right. I dressed in some shredded jeans, a Hollister t-shirt and some sandals. No underwear for today. What was the point?
I showed up at the Hotel and went up to the 6th floor to the room number that was provided. I was so nervous. What if this was a joke, a prank, something of that nature. But the idea of being “interviewed” by several men was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
I knocked and waited. A man, in his mid-thirties, answered the door and asked, “Mark?”
I acknowledged and he stuck out his hand. “Great to meet you. I’m Mitch.” He was a little taller than me, about 6′ tall, in average shape. He looked like he hit the gym a couple times a week, but was far from a muscular guy. Hair still brown and above average looks. He was dressed in a Golf Shirt and some khaki slacks.
He invited me in and ushered me towards the living area of this large hotel suite. There were two couches, one a full length, the other a love seat situated in a 90 degree angle and a single seat couch facing the others. It appeared that normally, there was a coffee table situated in the middle, but they had moved it to the far side of the room. Guess I know where the “interview” was to take place.
He had me sit in the one seat couch and he himself sat down on the love seat next to a companion of his. There were a total of four men here. All in their middle to late 30’s, it appeared, and all dressed in very nice business casual clothes.
Mitch introduced his associates. On the small couch with him was Charles. Charles, appeared, although hard to tell as they were sitting down, to be the tallest of the group. A little thinner than the rest, starting to lose his hair, but not in a way that made him seem unattractive. He kept the rest of his hair shorter so as not to draw to the hair loss situation. He was barely average in the looks department as well.
On the larger couch were John and Alex. Alex was definitely the stockiest of the four with a short cut haircut. His demeanor and looks reminded me of ex-military. John was actually a really good looking man, who appeared to be the oldest of the four, but still had dark hair and chiseled features.
They explained that they were attorneys who, although happily married, did a quarterly retreat, be it to the beach somewhere, skiing, camping, etc. It was meant as an escape from their daily grind and a chance for them to do things they couldn’t normally do with their wives. For each of these trips, they would bring with them some entertainment, as one would call it, to totally serve their needs, be it cooking, cleaning or sexual.
They then told me that I would be thoroughly examined to make sure that I fit their qualifications and that I would be someone that the other gentleman going on the retreat would enjoy as well. (More? More than 4? Amazing.)
Alex said, “Enough with the introductions. Stand up, and take off your clothes. Let’s see what you look like.”
How exciting, stripping for these men. Now, I don’t know if I mentioned it, but when it comes to being used by men, it’s just that, men. I don’t want to be with boys. I want older men.
I stood up and removed my shirt and kicked off my sandals. I then proceeded to undo my pants and slowly take them off, letting my, semi hard cock come in to view. They sat there staring at me and John and Mitch both leaned forward, and they all began looking at each other and smiling, saying things that I couldn’t quite hear.
Mitch told me to walk over to him. I walked over to him and stood before him. He then had me turn around so he could get a good look at my ass. Now, I am VERY proud of my ass. Due to my swimming, it’s nice and round, a lot like a girl’s ass, but very firm. I felt one of his hands start rubbing on my ass and them saying how great it was. Here I was, naked in front of 4 clothed men and they were examining me like I was a cut of steak. By now, I was fully hard and barely anything had happened yet.
He then told me to turn around and he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me towards him, making me straddle him. He then took my head in his hands and began kissing me. It was a soft kiss and it felt great. His stubble sent chills down me as we kissed, his hands caressing my back as well as the back of my head. I then felt Charles, grabbing my ass as I was kissing Mitch. I slowly started rocking back and forth, “riding” Mitch as we made out.
Charles grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to him. Flopping like a cheap whore being tossed between two men, I quickly repositioned myself so that I was straddling Charles as he began to kiss me. I guess this was the kissing part of the audition, but I loved it. Men and women kiss so different. As I was kissing Charles, who kissed a little bit like a snake, I felt Mitch’s hands on me, rubbing up and down my back and then I felt another set of hands on my back.
Arms were put underneath my arms and lifted me off the couch. It was Alex. He turned me around and looked me right in the face, grabbed my ass and said, “don’t’ get used to all this gentle kissing slut; we’re going to examine you inside and out. This is just the beginning.”
With that, he sat back down on the couch, pulling me on top of him and he began to aggressively kiss me, biting at my lip, pulling on it, slapping my ass. I was riding him now like a bitch in heat. I was so turned on and they weren’t even out of their clothes yet.
He then grabbed me on either side of my face and said, “Go make out with John so he can see how the whore kisses, and then we can really see how good that pretty mouth of yours is.”
I crawled on the couch to John and straddled him. Wow, he really was attractive. He reached up and slowly put his hand behind my head and pulled me to him. The kiss was ecstasy. We kissed for a little bit and then he scooted a little bit towards Alex with me on his lap and he looked in my eyes and told me he wanted to get a better look at my ass. I started to get up, but he told me to just lie across him. I did, and this put my head right in Alex’s lap.
He started caressing my ass, gently at first, but then came the grabbing and cupping, gentle and rough slaps. I felt his hands running up and down my inner legs and my back, just feeling my tanned skin. I felt the others two also rubbing on my body. Fingers were running up the crack of my ass, hands were all over the back of my body and voices described what a hot slut I was. While this is going on, the side of my face is lying on Alex’s lap, face towards him and he’s grabbing the other side of my head and humping his cock against my face. I hear him saying how he can’t wait to split me. I hear the other guys laugh and say, “well let us have a chance at him first!”
I feel arms around my waist and I am picked up and now standing, facing Mitch. He is now naked and before I get a chance to look at him, he’s kissing me, full on, bodies together, cocks rubbing together and he’s passionately kissing me. I then feel the head of another cock in my lower back and a mouth on my shoulder. I assume, due to where the cock’s hitting me, that this is Charles. But really, I don’t care. The mouths on my skin, the sandwich that our bodies have created with me being the proverbial meat, all make me feel as though I’ve found heaven, and I don’t want to leave.
Mitch is kissing on my nipples as I hear Charles whisper in my ear, “Enough of you being the center of attention boy. Get on your knees and suck our cocks faggot.” I slowly go down to my knees, but these men, don’t pull back to allow me down easily, so their cocks slide up my skin as I go down.
Once on my knees, they regroup and both get in front of me. Both men have great cocks. Both around 7-7.5 inches, but as different as can be. (You know how cocks can all look different) Mitch’s cock is great, with a slight upwards curve, his is very reminiscent of Peter North’s cock, just not THAT big. Charles’s is a little longer and wide, but more flat and wide as opposed to being completely circular.
I grabbed each cock and started stroking immediately. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. I took turns going back and forth using my lips and the tip of my tongue on the heads of their cocks. When I got to Mitch’s, he grabbed my head and shoved his cock all the way back. I started bobbing on his cock like my life depended on it. Charles was inching closer to my face, obviously not intent with just a hand job and was rubbing his cock on the side of my face while I sucked off Mitch. I then switched and repeated.
I really went crazy, going back and forth, trying to stick both cocks in my mouth, rubbing them on my face, and I felt another cock slapping me on the head from behind. I leaned my head back while holding on to the other cocks and got a pair of balls from John on my forehead. I playfully licked the underside of his cock that seemed about the same length, just a little thinner than the other guys, but not in a bad way, and then shifted so that now Charles was in the middle, John on my left and Mitch on my right. These guys went at it. They pulled me from cock to cock. They would shove two cocks at a time in my face. They would lean my head back and slap my face like I was some porn slut. If they didn’t have a cock in my mouth, they were bent over feeling my ass or back or pinching my nipples.
Then I heard him. Alex. “My turn.”
They all laughed and I turned, surrounded by cocks like a cum-slut in a suck off competition, and saw him sitting on the couch, naked, legs spread stroking what looked like a 9 or 10 inch cock. Who knows, they all look bigger from the underside, but still, this cock was huge. I couldn’t stop staring. These other guys were still rubbing on me with their cocks and feeling me up, but that’s the cock I wanted right now. I started to get up and Alex said, “No. Crawl bitch.”
I let go of everything else and got down on all fours and crawled to him. I came between his legs and started licking his balls while he continued to stroke his wonderful cock. He held it against my face and told me to look at him while I cleaned his balls. I then propped myself up and licked up his entire cock. I took it from him and began licking the shit out of his cock. I then took it in my mouth and starting blowing this cock of life like there was no tomorrow.
I was so happy I was wiggling my ass back and forth like a bitch in heat. I took my mouth off of his cock but continued to stroke it as I looked back to the other guys who were now playing with my ass. I said to them, “I thought I was a fuck toy? Fuck me! Use me!”
That’s all they needed, I felt a cock head at the entrance to my ass and pushed back. With hands on my hips, my unseen molester entered me fast and quick. The air escaped from me as I, cock in hand, buried my head in Alex’s lap, cock resting on my head as I was assailed from behind. I looked back to see John going at me like the whore I am. Alex, grabbed my head and yelled, “Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock bitch?
I immediately went back to sucking his cock…happily, of course.
I tried to make it a good blow job, but John kept ramming into me so that if the air didn’t escape from me from the force of his thrust, I would momentarily be frozen in shockwaves of ecstasy. John pulled out and I went back to Alex’s cock sucking it in my mouth as far and as fast as I could get it and then licking the underside, and rubbing my lips up and down the sensitive underside while stroking him. I would slap his cock against my face while looking him in the eye.
The other two guys took their turns filling my ass with their cocks as I worshiped Alex’s amazing cock. I did notice that none of them came. I looked up and saw them standing around me stroking their cocks and that’s when Alex got up and forcefully brought me to my feet. He took me to the side of the couch and bent me over the arm of the couch. I felt his hands on my hips as he aimed his monster at the opening of my ass. He used one of his hands to rub his cock up and down the crack of my ass and then, without warning, shoved his cock into my willing ass.
Mitch came and lied down on the couch, scooting himself towards me so that his cock was in my face. He shoved it in and again, I was filled with two cocks. This went on for a while, me being molested, these men having their way with me like I was a breathing fuck doll, and I never wanted it to end.
Alex then pulled out of my ass as it gasped in dissatisfaction at being empty again. He lay down on the ground and pulled me on top of him. I immediately impaled myself on his throbbing butt plug and sat up riding him, eyes closed in pure lust. I heard him say, “John, time for the lube.”
Lube? What did they need lube for? They had each had their cocks in me. They all were able to fit. I was unsure of what was going on, but was told to keep fucking. So I did. I fucked, my cock, throbbing hard, ready to burst.
Alex pulled me towards him so that I was laying on him with his cock in my ass and he whispered, “Ready for the second cock?”
I felt lube being rubbed on my ass and finally understood. I was to be double stuffed. They had been working my ass open so that they could double stuff me. I came. Right then.
John crouched behind me like a dog mounting his bitch and slowly started to work his cock along my ass, pushing and rubbing, using his fingers till finally his cock popped in. The pain was intense, but there was no reprieve. They got into a rhythm and eventually the pain turned to pleasure. Intense pleasure. I could feel that I was getting hard again. I lay sandwiched between these men, while they pistoned their cocks in and out of my ass. Meanwhile, Mitch and Charles got on their knees and scooted in close to me. Both bucking their hips forward, their cocks were right in my face. I opened my mouth and they both fed their cocks to me at the same time. For a brief moment, I had four cocks in me. God, I’m such a slut. They all cheered as this happened and then one by one, got off of me and had me get on my knees. Kneeling in between them, I went back to sucking their cocks, being pulled off one and gagged with another. The names, the insults, the cocks. What rapture. What joy!
John was the first. I didn’t see him cum, but as I had a hand on both Mitch and Charles’s cocks and Alex’s beast was stretching out my mouth, the hot wetness that I felt splattering against my back and the back of my head could only come from him. Alex told me to clean John and I turned around and took his cock in my mouth and cleaned the cum from his still hard cock. Charles grabbed my chin and turned me towards him in time for him to unload on my face. He shot a lot and with him furiously jerking his cock it went in my hair, my face, my chest, shoulders and some into my mouth.
Mitch came up and told me to open up. I placed my hands on his legs, rubbing my hands up and down his thighs as I sat with my eyes looking up at him and my mouth open, ready for his load. He let out a low grunt and shot thick ropes of cum into my mouth. After five big spurts I took his cock in my mouth. I sucked him for a few seconds when I felt Alex unloading on the right side of my face and on my shoulders. I took Mitch out of my mouth and went to work on cleaning up Alex. Not a single one of them had bad tasting cum.
Alex pulled his cock out of my mouth. They were all remarking on how much of a cum-slut I was. I sat there, wiping cum off of my face and body and shoveling it into my mouth with my left hand while stroking my cock with my right hand.
They made me lie on the floor and jerk off while they watched. I came so hard that even cumming a second time, I still managed to have some of my own cum fly up and land on my face and chest. I ate my own cum as these guys “cheered” me on.
After cleaning up, they, while laughing in disbelief, told me that I had the job and that they would pick me up Friday if I wanted to join them. I was saying, “yes, please!?!?” before they had a chance to finish asking me. I asked them what I should pack and they said, “Don’t worry; we’ll take care of that. Just make sure you are cleaned and shaven. We’ll call you on Friday to let you know what time we’ll be there. Plan on early.”
With that, I left to go home where I arrived, stripped and jerked off again.
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Next Chapter: “Boy-Toy” Chapter 2 – The Ride

It all started enough innocently enough. I was up late one night and I was going through the sites looking for some nice porn sites because I wanted a nice jerk before I went to bed that night. I went into a forum about BBW’s. I had had a fetish about Big Beautiful Women for more years than I could remember. I looked at two or three of these gorgeous women and was instantly hooked on the entire thing. I went there hour after hour looking for pictures of these big sexy goddesses and kept finding more and more and more.
Of course, over time I spoke with them via responding to their posts and PM’ing a few of them. One in particular had made me hot since the beginning of my trips there. She had everything I wanted and I jerked to her pictures more than anyone else’s combined. Everything she posted made me hard as a rock. She posted everything from pictures of her nipple ring to her playing with her clit. I PM’ed her one night and surprisingly enough we hit it off right away. We played a little. Flirting here and there and then this led to that. Mother of God. It went on for three solid hours. I must have cum three dozen times and went to bed that night still jerking it.
This happened dozens of times over the next few months. One day, I asked her if it was possible we took it to the real world. She lived in the Southeast and I was in the Midwest so it wasn’t all that far for me to go. We worked out the details for three weeks and finally one day, she just came online and said “Get your ass down here and fuck me”. Needless to say, I was on the next plane to the Deep South. We agreed that she would were a soft summer dress with a red rose in her hair so I would recognize her instantly and we could get down to the real reasons I was there.
I saw her instantly when I came out of the concourse. She was perfection. The light hit just right and I could tell she was naked under her dress and ready to go to work. I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She looked disappointed, but I whispered in her ear that if I did what I wanted to, I would be arrested on the spot. She smiled a sweet smiled and hurried me to her car. As soon as we got in her car, her hands went to my pants and let out my cock. I was hard and ready for her and she swallowed me whole without any delay at all. I damn near screamed as I felt the muscles in the back of her throat milk my cock for all that it was worth. I had my hands in her hair pressing her head even farther onto my cock. She swirled her tongue around my cock and I grabbed her hair and pulled her up and slammed her face into my cock over and over face fucking her. When my cock wasn’t in her mouth, I could hear her moan. She suddenly sat up, kissed me quick and slammed the car in reverse. “We need to get somewhere a little bigger” she said with a smile that was as innocent as anything.
We had been driving for about ten minutes when she pulled into a series of driveways and finally stopped in front of a rather isolated house in the middle of a rather large subdivision. We got out of the car and she practically carried out of the car and was pulling her nipple ring as she fished for the keys to get the door open. Finally, she got them out and opened the door and we both got in and then the fun really began.
She threw her purse onto a chair and wrapped her gorgeous self around me and practically melted into my arms. I lifted her, (I am a big guy, 6’8”, 290), and carried her to what I had pinpointed as the bedroom.
I stood her up and ripped the dress she was wearing of her and pushed her back onto the bed. Her pussy was glistening with her juices and my cock instantly sprang to life seeing that. I quickly tore what I was wearing off and got on my knees on the side of the bed and started the kissing at her feet. I kissed and nibbled my way up to about her knee when I noticed she was slowly fingering herself.
“No, No….None of that” I took her hands and locked them in the handcuffs she had told me were attached to the head of her bed. She smiled an evil little grin and I went back to my work. Nipping and sucking up her leg to her inner thigh I began to hear a low moan and her hands wiggling in the cuffs.
I saw her hairless cunt and nearly blew it right there. It was so perfect. A clit ring was shining in the juices and that was all I needed. I dove into her cunt and licked it once, right from the bottom, near her asshole to the top of those pouty sweet lips.
I licked all around it, dove my tongue and with it pulled her clit ring which made her scream. I tongue fucked her sweet twat until she was squirting so much my face was covered with her sweet cum.
I lapped it up like a cat with cream and licked her dry. I kissed all over her thighs and onto her cunt lips. Spread them gently and just pressed my tongue as far in as it would go. I didn’t do anything else, just held my tongue in it. She was screaming at it and I smiled as much as I could with a mouth of twat.
Finally, I let my tongue back in and straddled her, letting my cock point the way to her mouth. I rubbed the head in her juices and pushed it softly against her lips. She whimpered a little and I took that as a sign of agreement and slid my cock all the way home. I started with a slow rhythm and built until it was like a piston fucking her harder and harder. She was screaming, I was screaming, my cock was pounding her; I felt her cunt milking my cock for all it was worth.
I felt my balls tighten and knew it was over for the moment. I pulled out my cock and shot thick ropes of come all over her tits and onto her face. I saw her lick away what she could at the corners of her mouth and open it wider to take what my cock in. I scooted up and let her take my now limp cock in her mouth and clean it as a reward for being such a good fuckslut.
Just think, this was only the first four hours of a weekend……
To Be Continued?

Angelique wasn’t at all shocked by the request her husband made during their dinner out. She was always up for something new and exciting in their sex life. Fulfilling Paul’s fantasy of watching his sex-crazed wife make it with another man did not stretch the limits of her inhibitions in any way. She was instantly intrigued by the whole idea. There was something very appealing to her about the idea that she could please one man with her sexual prowess and please another by putting on a show for him. All during the ride home, her mind flashed with images of her having sex with a stranger, fantasizing that her husband was secretively watching and taking matters into his own hands. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter all during the ride home.
Angelique took control of the whole concept. She and her husband checked into a small hotel that also contained a bar where upscale singles hung out. Paul headed for the bar while Angelique