Fresh Poulp

The day past quickly and while Bob asked again for sex on Tuesday night I told him I was sorry but my period had arrived. I wasn’t about to give him any sex since I found out he was fucking his boss and from what I had heard about her, she was slut whore who would do anyone.
He kept on begging me for something so I finally just decided to jerk him off. But I wanted him to feel it really good before he came. So, I had him as hard as he can get in minutes and I teased him for over 30 minutes stroking and squeezing and playing with his cock, balls and ass and keeping him on edge.
Finally when Bob begged me and begged me to let him cum and I worked on him until he came all over himself. You see I held his cock towards his stomach as I pumped and worked on him. So when he shot his cum it flew out and hit his chest and stomach and then dripped on his thighs and pelvis. Once I had drained him, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my hands and brushed my teeth and get ready for bed. Bob went in and took a shower and I smiled. I was pissed off and he would pay the price.
Wednesday morning I went into work and did what I had to do to get ready to take off the rest of the week. I came home early and we went out to dinner, Bob’s suggestion. He was nice and sweet and such a bull-shitter. When we came home Bob wanted to play again. This time I told him I wanted to try something new. Bob was all for it. So I tied him up with scarves and he loved it. I tied his arms and legs to each side of the bed and made sure he couldn’t let out of them.
Bob wanting this was a sort of surprise since he always wanted to be the leader. Now tying me up I knew he would love but I also knew not a chance of that. I wanted control and now I had it.
I tied his arms and legs to the bed frame tightly and then secured his head so he had to look straight ahead and watch me tease the hell out of him again tonight. I worked on his cock and balls and ass hole and made him hard as hell with my hands and mouth. I kept him hard again for over 45 minutes this time. He was begging me again to finish him almost crying and telling me he was in pain. He would be in more pain when I tell him I know about his little slut boss and him meeting and having sex.
I had read about this some place maybe on Lit. and wanted to see if Bob’s cock was thin enough to do it. I took a tube from a used roll of toilet paper. You know the insides that hold it as you use it. Then I slowly slide his hard throbbing cock into the opening at one end as I pumped and kept him super hard. His cock was very tight but it fit. Bob’s shaft was thin enough for me to get all of his cock up into the tube until the head just poked out the top. Maybe half the cock head was showing. That made me smile because now I was going to drive him nuts.
As I talked dirty to him and pushed my pussy around and against him mouth I worked the tube up and down on his cock. Then I would turn around and I pushed a breast into his mouth to suck I pumped his cock in the tube fucking him with it. He loved it and sucked everything I put in his mouth telling me: “Oh baby that feels so good, come up here and let me suck your nipples!”
But soon he was moaning and moaning and I held him off from cumming for a really long time. Each time he would thrust up into the tube I would let go of it and watch his cock dance for me as the tube surrounded his shaft but didn’t rub it. Then I would wait a few seconds with him begging me to finish him off. When the head disappeared from the top I knew he had settled back down and I would take the tube in my hand and begin to work it up and down his shaft again. This went on and on and on with him begging then demanding and even yelling at me. At one point I told him I would just stop but he said: “Oh Jesus Bonnie please don’t do that I’m sorry baby!”
Pre-cum was all over the top of the tube and this only served to lube the inside of the tube and help me work it even better. He was in misery and sexual pain. His balls were huge! Finally when he was almost crying for me to make him cum I told him: “OK baby here it comes.”
With the head of his cock just sticking out the end of the tube I smiled at it. It looked funny but I knew Bob was feeling the tube rubbing his shaft and he liked it, no he loved it. I took the tube off of him. Bob opened his eyes immediately and asked what I was doing. I held the succors in my hand and smiled as I cut it down an inch. Then I put it back on his shaft really slow. Oh Bob was humping the tube like crazy as if it was my pussy.
Now with his cock head sticking completely out of the thing I began sucking his cock head and pumped the shaft as he moaned loud arched his hips up in the air and seconds later he began to fuck the tube and started to cum.
This time I let him cum and held his cock head in my mouth and took his cum. With his cock held in the tube I pumped it as fast as I could and drained him of all his cum. Then I moved up and kissed him with his cum still in my mouth. He knew it and wouldn’t open his lips as I probed his lips with my tongue. His cum was leaking out my mouth and still he wouldn’t open it. So I let his cum run over his mouth, lips chin and down around his neck.
Finally he opened his mouth and I shoved my tongue into his mouth giving him the small amount of cum I had left. He tasted some of his cum and I was satisfied. When I moved away he started to bitch at me. I told him if I could suck his damn cock and take his cum in my mouth he damn well could taste it too. Besides what was the big deal? I told him: “I did something new to you tonight and you loved it. You had a help of an orgasm I sure didn’t. So shut up or I won’t untie you all damn night.”
He shut up and we went to bed after I let him loose and he went into the bathroom and cleaned up. All of this sexual play had made me sohorny I could hardly wait to see and be with John.
The next day he drove me to the airport and was nice. He actually thanked me for the new way we played. I told him he better not use all the toilet paper tubes before I got back home. He laughed and we kissed goodbye. Then he told me he was sorry for fighting with me last night and that it was amazing how it felt when I finally let him cum.
I accepted his apology and told him again I didn’t think it was a big deal. I said: “I mean you kiss me after going down on me and eating my pussy so why having me kiss you and having you taste your own cum any different?”
He didn’t fight with me but he didn’t answer or agree with me either. We kissed goodbye one last time and I left.
The flight was easy and smooth and these days that’s unusual. I landed in DC and when I walked out of the gate there was John waiting for me. He looked delicious standing there in slacks and a polo shirt. We hugged and kissed and he pulled me close and pressed his body into me. God his cock was growing already in his slacks and we hadn’t even left the airport. I was blushing as we hurried and got my luggage and he drove me to the hotel.
Once inside my room we attacked each other. We couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough. I ripped his shirt a little as I pulled it up over his head and hard thick chest. He destroyed my bra and panties trying to get them off so quickly. Again I was blushing as he almost threw me on the bed and went down on me. Seconds later I was humping his face as I held his head and felt his tongue working on my hole. It was unbelievable, so erotic and so lustful.
I climaxed within minutes of him being between my legs. I know every part of my body was up off the bed except for my feet and head when it happened it was so powerful! I cried out as John held his mouth on my pussy and worked my clit making me cum again. Jesus, it was an orgasm that lasted and lasted and lasted. I finally pulled him up and looked into his steel blue eyes and told him: “Fuck me, fuck me now baby.”
His cock looked huge bobbing up and down jumping with his sexual excitement as he moved up and knelt between my legs. I spread them wider for him. As I took the huge cock and pushed the head at the door of my cunt I saw him lick his lips. His face was coated with my cum. It was no longer a pussy or a vagina it was now a cunt that needed his hard log thick cock.
Bob pushed and we both felt the head of his beautiful cock spread my cunt lips and enter me. I moaned: “Oh my God!”
John sighed and aid: “Oh yes baby! I have wanted this for so long.”
I smiled into his face and whispered: “Fuck me! Fuck me John! ”
I lifted my ass up off the bed giving him better access. As John began to push and push and pumped and pulled and pumped his cock into me he moved deeper and I felt it go deeper. It was so good. Deeper and deeper until I felt his balls against my ass and I knew he was all the way inside me. I had taken his huge cock and it was fucking fantastic. I held him tight with my arms and legs wrapped around him and whispered: “Don’t move! I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel how deep you are baby.”
John moaned and told me he had to move! I held him for a second or two and he felt so deep and so thick I knew I was never filled as much as he filled me now. I moaned as he pulled back and I felt some of his cock come out of me rubbing the walls of my cunt’s tunnel.
Then he pushed back into me and I felt the head of his beautiful cock move back into my hole deep again. Again his balls rested on my ass and his cock was so good, so deep! I moaned out: “Fuck me now John. Fuck me like you always wanted to do.”
He smiled as I was blushing and began to pump in and out of me. We moved together and John was moving much faster now. In and out, in and out Oh God it felt so good. I arched up now trying to get more of him and matching his thrusts. He plunged down into me hard almost knocking the wind out of me. Faster and faster now, with an urgency we both had John fucked me so hard. Oh God did he fuck me. Rapidly as he could move John propelled his hips downward and his cock pushed into me again and again and again. “So deep, so good”, was all I could say as he continued to bury his cock into my cunt.
It was savage and raw and hard sex, both of us fucking the other one. And then I felt the start of my orgasm and I screamed and moaned and arched my back and lifted my hips and ass up taking all of his huge cock and John buried it into me, thrusting his dick as deep as he could get it into me.
I wrapped my legs around him and rode him and rode him and rode him as my body climaxed on that big shaft deep inside me. I held us both up off the bed as I moaned and grunted and felt my pussy twitching and squeezing itself around his shaft. “So good”, I cried out again!
John knew I was cumming when my cunt squeezed his shaft and locked on to it and I felt his balls erupted. I felt his warm wonderful sweet cum pumping and spray deep into me. I held him and he held me and we looked into each other’s eyes and we came together.
He moaned: “Oh God how I wanted this Bonnie. How I wanted to feel you fucking me.”
He unloaded and unloaded as he pushed his cock into me again and again pushing his seed deeper and deeper into my womb. I kept holding his cock inside me and locked my muscles around his cock and fucking him back, rewarding him for making me feel so good. And, it was so good, so damn good like being in heaven I was sure. I didn’t want to let him go ever. I kept my legs wrapped around him and held him with my arms as he kissed me and I kissed him and we shared tongues.
Finally after so long my legs became tired and I relaxed them and let them fall to each side of John’s hips. He arched his chest up and looked down at me as his semi-hard cock moved gently out of my cunt hole. I felt his cum begin to leak out and down my ass crack and form a puddle on the bed under me.
He looked down at my body and at my nipples which were so red and so hard. He smiled. Then he bent down and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. We had fucked for a long time and it was great for the first time. I don’t think we had said 10 words to each other yet. He rolled over on his side and I rolled to my side and as we looked at each other
I took his cock in my hand and held it. I could feel it jump a little and it was still semi-hard not deflated completely. I slowly wrapped my fingers around it slippery sticky wetness. John touched my pussy with his finger and smiled saying how he had always want to fill me up. I told him he had sure done that, because my pussy was full of his cum and it was still running out of me. He took his finger and put it to my mouth I sucked it happily. Then he did it again and he sucked it. We lay like tat and played for a while and John exploring my pussy with his fingers and me playing with his cock with my hand.
We lay there kissing and touching each other as I rested my head on his thick hard chest. His cock was still semi-hard as I played with it. He held me and we cuddled and talked now. We discussed our lives and what was going on in them. He told me about his wife and I told him about my husband. I found out that his wife kept her maiden name when they married and that she was petite and had a boob job a year or so ago. John told me he loved them but my tits were better because they were natural. I kissed him for that.
Then John said: “But, it’s ad Bonnie, because she is a fucking workaholic. Ann never comes home. I mean she works in NY and she was to come home on the weekends until she found a place for us. But now she even works on the fucking weekend. We never see each other. I mean we use to have a good marriage but now she is married to her job. It’s been almost three weeks since she has been home. I’m just glad we don’t have any kids.”
I said: “Ann? What was her maiden name?”
He told me and I blushed. His wife was my husband’s boss. John’s fucking wife was the whore my husband was fucking. I wondered if I should tell him? I decide not to right then.
John’s cock was getting hard again and I heard him breathing harder. I decided this was not the time to bring up his wife fucking my husband. He was lying on his back and I moved over him and straddled his body. I took his big dick and centered my cunt over the thick fat cock head. Then I sank down on it and we both felt it move into my body again! It was easier this time because I was stretched some and I was extremely wet inside my tunnel. As I sat on him and rocked back and forth I looked down at this beautiful man and said: “God this is so good. I love how your cock feels so deep inside my pussy baby.”
I rode him as I face him. He reached up and cupped my breasts and we fucked like this for a long time. He took both of my breasts in his hands and squeezed them and played with them as I rode him. He pinched the red hard nipples and worked them between his fingers. It felt like electricity was going thru me as I pumped up and down on his cock. When I got to tired I rode him back and forth as he pushed up into me. Again it was so deep and felt so good. John touched me in places I didn’t know I had, never before had I felt this way. I knew his cock head was very close to my cervix but it didn’t hurt. The wonderful thing about this was as I bounced up and down on him I was feeling his cock fuck me deeper than any man had ever done.
We stayed like this for a while and then I turned around without taking his cock out of my cunt and I began to fuck him reverse cowboy. I bent forward and John moaned out telling me how wonderful it was to now see and feel his cock going in and out of my pussy. Oh sorry I mean my cunt. I moaned as he pushed upward lifting us both up and penetrating me as deep as he could. We fucked for a long, long time.
Since John had cum once already he lasted a really, really long time before he shot another load deep into me. Finally I fell forward and we both heard his cock pop out of my hole. I moved around and cuddled up next to him. We held each other and fell asleep. I could feel his cock on my leg and his cum leaking out of my cunt.
It had been a great afternoon and I knew we still almost three days left to get to know each other even better. Before he drifted off he whispered to me: “When we wake up I want to shower with you and wash you and then taste you Bonnie. And then I want to do you from behind OK?”
I told him he could have me anyway he wanted and do whatever he wanted, my body was his for three days He smiled and kissed my forehead and then said: “You might have to help me get hard again. OK?”
I looked into his face and as I blushed I said: You want me to jerk you off don’t you? How about if I jerk you off and suck your cock do you think you’ll get hard again?”
He moaned and smiled and I felt his cock jump just a little. As he fell asleep John was holding me. I couldn’t help it was thinking of Bob and Ann, John’s wife, and I wondered if Bob was fucking her now. But it didn’t seem to bother me as much.

Miss Francy smacked her lips and leaned forward into the mirror. Yes, pink is a good color for today. She put the lid back on her lipstick and checked her watch. She only had 15 minutes before catching the train into the city and she didn’t want to be late for her first appointment.
She slipped on her heels and ran a hairbrush through her short spiky hair then tossed it into her black tote bag. “Better get a move on it … so many naughty boys … so many bottoms to spank.”
She put on her black fitted suit-jacket and buttoned the middle button as she gave herself the once-over in the mirror. “Not bad for a mature broad,” she thought, “I’ve still got it going on.” She laughed to herself as she smoothed out her tight black skirt and gave herself a little smooch in the mirror.
As she walked to the car, her cell phone rang. It was her 11 o’clock appt. He better not be calling to cancel. She flipped it open, “Yes, James?” She frowned as she started up her red sports car and eased out on to the road. “What did I tell you, James. Hm? IN the corner. YES, the entire time, Sweetheart. I want you to think LONG and HARD about what you’ve done. I will be there in an hour.” She clicked her cell phone shut and put it back in her purse.
“Oh, these young men,” she thought to herself. “What would they do without me?” They have no self-discipline, how do they expect to develop into the powerful, evolved men she knows they can be if only they developed the right habits.
It has been little over a year since Miss Francy heard her calling and began to provide this much-needed service to all the many young men in Manhattan who seemed to have become overwhelmed by the city and had lost their way. Of course, she was financially rewarded for her time, expertise and hard-earned labor, but it was really the satisfaction that had gotten her hooked. She KNEW she was needed, and it gave her great pleasure to share in the results her loving punishments reaped.
Just yesterday, when young Tim had emailed her his accomplishments for the week she was astonished at how much he had grown. He was on time for work all week, he had forgone that extra drink or two after work and gone to the gym instead … where it appears he has met a nice young woman. If something does develop, he knows Miss Francy will be happy to provide expert training for this gal so that she will know exactly how to help her man be the best he can be. Sure, Miss Francy would lose Tim as a client, but that was secondary to her mission.
She pulled out her notebook and the print-out of James’ Naughty Report that week. She looked over the things he had written for her and tsked. This will not do. Not at all.
Building wayward young boys into good, strong men is her motto. Men who are kind and generous and loving as well as capable and responsible. Men a mother could be as proud of as she was. And if it takes all her energy, all week long – well, then, she is secure in the knowledge that she is contributing her unique talents to the greater good.
“Go right on up, Miss Francy, he’s expecting you,” says Jesus, the doorman of young James’ building on the upper east side. She smiles and throws the sweet man a kiss. Now there’s a lap she wouldn’t mind climbing over herself. Always pleasant but in charge. Ahhh … yes.
She approaches James’ apartment door, which is always left ajar for these weekly visits. She pushes it open and sure enough, there he is … standing in the corner. His jeans lowered to his knees. His bare, pale buttocks peeking out from under his t-shirt. “He’s learning,” she thought, “He has a long way to go, but the boy IS learning.”
She put her bags down next to the chair and didn’t stay a word but just stood there, staring at him. James could feel that familiar sinking in his stomach. And gulped. He could hear her start to pace behind him and the tiny hairs on his buttocks stood on end. His visits from Miss Francy had come to be such an important part of his week. Although he knew what was to come it was the out of control feelings he felt all week long in work and in his life that really frightened him. Finally … she was here and all would be right.
“Alright, James, let’s talk about your drinking.”
He shivered. He knew he was in trouble now. “Well, I’ve been trying to get that down this week.”
“TRYING? You consider going out with the guys from work four out of five nights this week TRYING??”
CRACK! She slaps his buttocks HARD, just once, to emphasize her point. He cries out from the sudden pain and surprise of it.
“Do you think I’m STUPID?”
CRACK! Another hard slap, on top of the pain from the first.
“You know what I think about TRYING, James.” She grabs his arm firmly and yanks him around. “Look at me, young man.”
He looks up at her and is suddenly shamed. Her piercing yet loving gaze cuts into him and he knows that in disappointing her he is disappointing himself, as well. He looks away.
“I said, look CRACK! at CRACK! me CRACK! young man!”
OWW! He is near tears already. As time goes on, he’s noticed that it takes less and less for him to let go and experience his feelings. Miss Francy never admonishes him for crying, and actually encourages it, for she believes that the tears cleanse the soul and are necessary for the changes he needs to make in his life.
He looks at her, her eyes blazing in determination.
“I don’t want you to TRY, James” CRACK! “I want you to DO.” CRACK!
OWWWW! She was right. She’s always right.
Miss Francy walks over to her chair, which he has set up for her this morning before his corner time. He loves to watch her sit in it, her commanding nature, her sensuous form, her pretty face that he has seen change, in an instant, from stern to smiling when she knows he’s learned an important lesson.
She’s old enough to be his mother, but she’s no mother of his. She once told him that although she never had children of her own, she considers her naughty boys (and girls) to be her family and seeing them do well in life is one of her greatest joys.
Miss Francy looks him squarely in the eye as she lays her a small towel across her lap and spreads her knees in preparation for him. He tries to avoid looking up her skirt, but it’s hard not to be drawn to that secret, forbidden place of hers. As much as he longs to be there, he knows that is not possible. Miss Francy has made it clear that such thoughts and actions are not apropos and any begging or touching will immediately terminate their relationship. Which he couldn’t bear. He just couldn’t bear it.
“JAMES. Come here, NOW.”
He walks over to her.
“Lay across my lap, sweetheart.”
He lays across her lap.
“Bottom up.”
He tilts his bottom up, the way Miss Francy requires. He feels so exposed that way, with his back arched and his cheeks raised and slightly parted, his balls can feel the cool air of the room, his cock growing against the towel on her lap.
He waits that way for what seems like a delicious eternity. Safe and secure over Miss Francy’s knee.
(to be continued…)

Her life had become a jumbled mess of unanswered questions and uncontrolled confusion. Oh, and not to mention indescribable amounts of fun.
Not all of it sexual, but certain the recent escapades with her love first in the shower and more recently with him and her sex kitten of an assistant, had prompted her to explore new areas of her personal life.
And explore she would, she had decided.
For several days she after the last experience she felt as if she was in a non corporeal fantasy world, one in which she drifted by without notice. Memories of the experience were quite hazy, but what was still quite clear now as it was that day was the feeling.
That incredible high of sexual release to not only give of yourself, but to also watch what was going on around her.
She had made a discovery that day, as did her lover she found out through subsequent discussion, that the sensual act held not only no boundaries between them, but also that one did not even need to be fully physically involved to gain a great measure of satisfaction.
Certainly they discussed the ramifications of group sex, and had come to an understanding that nothing in their private lives would bring them apart, certainly nothing like they did.
If they were to move forward, they would do so as one loving pair, not two greedy individuals. In fact, her assistant while cute and quite desirable to both, was not the allure that made the event so very delicious.
It was the thoughts, the feelings, the desires.. and the teasing.
She did not deny the pangs of jealousy that swept over her frequently throughout that night as a broom over a dirty porch under midsummer’s gray sky, but they were also the source of much of her pleasure.
The fact that he paid more attention to her during the experience than to the other girl certainly helped, and of late their lovemaking involved quite a bit of wild words and naughty fantasies. Kinky overtures tossed back and forth, and she never felt more alive, not to live for any others, but to live for him. To love him, and to please him in any way she could.
Oh, he was most possessive, and that was what made the evening ahead of her so much fun. So appealing.
After all, he had surprised her, shocked her, and very well could have destroyed their relationship with his stunt. How dare he, she thought as her lip curled into a sexy snarl. She wasn’t mad, not at all, quite the contrary.
She was determined to get even. How she would do it had to be carefully planned and executed, and she had spent much of her recent free moments plotting and strategizing just how to make him want her more than he ever has before.
After all, turnabout is fair play.
And play she indeed would.
Quite the shy young woman with the proper upbringing and the formal appearance, she would shed the shackles of conformity this night and be someone she perhaps was not, but would enjoy performing as.
She quickly unraveled the items from the earlier week’s shopping. Uncoiling soft wrapping tissue, she pulled out a pair of black leather thigh high boots with 6″ stiletto heels. There was a thin red line that trailed down the inside length of the boots where the zipper was kept.
Just looking down at them and running her fingers over the smooth finish of the boots brought vivid thoughts to the forefront of her mind.
She grinned knowingly as she traced the red line.
Opening her closet door and hunting to the back on the floor she pulled out the rest of the bags. She pulled out a red halter top made of rubber, and the excitement of not wearing a bra and having her rather full bosom showing through the fabric appealed to her greatly.
She uncoiled a pair of fishnet stockings, and threw it on top of her red leather thong that was resting on her unmade bed.
The finishing touch was the leather black miniskirt that if she wasn’t careful exposed enough of herself that any intent onlooker would see most of her world. She could feel a slight tingle just at the mere possibility of some gawking male becoming aroused watching her.
She smiled to herself, and quickly removed her clothing purposefully before calling her lover. She got his voice mail, but hung up and rang him again. He picked up on the first ring and sounded groggy. “I’m just tired, it has been a long stressful day, and there is no end in sight.”
Normally she would have comforted him, and offered to do anything within her power to ease his weariness, but not tonight. Not this night. Coldly she replied, “Well, you better save some energy for tonight, I plan to wear you out. In more ways than one.” He slightly chuckled, but she could tell he was still lost.
“So you still plan on going through with this? It sounds pretty crazy to me.” he prodded her.
She took it all in stride and coolly responded, “Oh, not nearly as crazy as tying me down and fucking my assistant in front of me, you’re lucky I’m only making you do this for one night.” She licked her dry lips absently awaiting his predictable protest.
That would not come. “So what do I have to do again? Just not touch you unless you say, right? Won’t be so bad.”
She chuckled in an almost sinister way, and he caught the edginess in her tone. “Oh, not quite, love, basically you’re going to do whatever I want tonight, and you can’t touch unless I say so. No matter what I do. Period. To you or to me or whatever. Understood?” She was stern with him, and she was enjoying it quite a bit, a little bit of a dominant side to her usual submissive nature.
“Whatever pleases you, babe, but I need to get back to work, just come get me when you’re ready. I’ll just finish this crap tomorrow. Love you.” he said and hung up.
She stood there motionless until the blaring tone of the phone brought her out of deep thought. She hung up the phone, and began the tedious task of getting ready. She was going to look amazing tonight.
And she could not wait to see the look on his face, not only when she picked him up, but throughout the evening.
The night would entail things that were never much their style, and perhaps that was the appeal to it, either way there was no going back now. The damp panties she just dropped to the floor was evidence of that.
She sped down the avenue well exceeding the speed limit but not particularly giving a damn about doing so. So unlike her. She was thrilled at the prospects of the evening, but the tension of the unexplored was gripping. She wanted to be gripped, she thought with a wry smile.
And she would be damn it.
About twenty minutes passed as she navigated the streets of downtown and she pulled up alongside one of the towering office buildings, and hit the speed dial on her cell phone. Two words, “I’m here,” beckoned her lover to make his way down to the car.
Moments passed on into an eternity of thoughts colliding randomly in her head before she was brought back to the present by the tapping of his knuckle on the passenger side window.
She popped the lock and he fell into the seat, wearing slacks and a light blue dress shirt with the tie loosened and the sleeves curled up.
He lay back in the seat before she sped off again, and the suddenness of her move caused him to glance her way. He froze. What in the world was she wearing. How she looked was astonishing. To say he was not turned on at all would be quite the deception. It was as if he wasn’t even looking at her. She ignored his reaction, though deep down her stomach was doing flips in excitement over his surprise.
With casual grace she flipped the note over to him. His inquiries fell on deaf ears before he finally ripped it open and began reading.
Though his eyes never strayed too far from her body. She liked it that way. Men were so easy to manipulate and control.
He skimmed through the note quickly, before slowly looking up at her, his jaw a bit open and his eyes widened in wonder. “You can’t possibly be serious.”
Oh, but I am. Why? You dislike it?
“You’re damn right I do, you can’t do that. It isn’t right at all, you don’t even approve of that sort of thing and neither do I.” he said bitterly.
She reached over and grabbed his crotch, and she felt quite the raging hard-on. She whispered to him, “I think you’re turned on by the idea, and whether or not I approve is irrelevant, neither of us approved of sharing our bed until someone decided to do so anyway.”
She had a point, but that really mattered little to him at this point. That wasn’t the issue at hand, really, logic that is. The point was he didn’t like her proposition, and there was no way he was going to allow for it.
She just started with steely determination that he had already given her his word that he would do whatever she wanted this evening and would not be involved unless she decided it was necessary regardless of what she did.
She had him there, and he could not deny the appeal to it. I mean, she was now playing on his insecurities as he had her’s. Though he had his fun, he was wary not to make her feel anything less than the amazing woman he was in love with, and her eyes promised him the same.
With mixed emotions and aroused apprehension the car ride continued into the seedier part of town. She pulled around back of this club, and they both got out and she set the alarm on the car. She walked ahead of him and rounded the corner to many catcalls and whistles from the drunk college students outside.
They walked into the nightclub and she proceeded directly to the manager’s office where a girl sat in front taking down names.
They exchanged dialogue and she returned to his side. She whispered into his ear as she began sipping a drink he had gotten her, a Hurricane, and said that she was up next.
He looked at her with a confused expression, since surely she would be further down the list. She just kissed him gently on the cheek and walked up the stage as she heard her name being called.
The lights quickly flared onward and the pop music of the day began blaring out of the speakers, some dance tune he had never even heard of, and he turned his eyes slowly to center stage.
She began dancing slowly, unsure of how to work the crowd, before getting into the props left on stage. She was of course at a strip club’s amateur night, and she kept her eyes on her lover for most of the time.
Imagining herself alone with him in the bedroom, she swiveled herself around one of the wide columns supporting the roof, placing her back firmly to the post, and lifting her leg upward and resting it against the beam as well.
Then she looked down and saw the eyes on the guys in attendance as they stared in between her legs, and she saw it so clean as day. Desire. They wanted her. And it seemed pretty badly, some she even saw rubbing themselves, though attempting to hide it.
However, she saw it. She saw all from where she was. And the rush of excitement from the exhibitionist behavior was unlike any other. She had placed on long black gloves extending to her elbows right before she went on stage, and slowly she shifted her weight revealing a nice peek at her ass while removing one of the gloves which she promptly threw at her lover.
Weak throw as it came up short and some older gentleman picked it up and smelled it before smiling at her. Guys actually began throwing money up on stage imploring her to show them more.
She slowly removed the other glove as she ground her legs together, and this time was on target with her toss. He’d moved closer and was watching her intently, though occasionally he looked around the room. He was fidgeting incredibly, not knowing what to do or what not to do.
One thing was for sure, he was quite aroused, and she was loving it. She shook her chest out at the audience and unzipped the right boot and slowly pulled it off, revealing a good show of cleavage. Off came the next boot, and more pleading was upon her.
She wasn’t doing half bad at this, she thought, and her daring once more proved to be a crowd-pleaser. She turned to face the stage with her back to the crowd and slowly unzipped the skirt, but kept it in place with two fingers, dancing and teasing them.
Guys were begging now with their screams as well as some dirty names could be heard echoing over the loud music. She thought she would dislike hearing such words, but she could hardly argue with them, and that was appealing. Erotic to her. After all, she was acting the part.
Slowly she let it drop, and the skirt was on the floor, and the audience was staring at her ass in the thong. The enormous cheer had her enthralled, and though she had no intention of removing anything else, she kept on with it, removing her top, teasing the male populace several times to more temptation and financial incentive.
She pulled it off her body, and she started dancing around the large marble column, and shaking her chest. She could see the look on her lover’s face was one of incredible desire, and with that her set ended and she retreated off the stage with her clothing as the curtain folded inward.
She didn’t expect that kind of a wild response, and she had to admit to herself she loved every second of it. The power, the passion, the sensual connection she held. Teasing and taunting. Being their sole source of pleasure. She even made enough cash to pay for the outfit and then some.
She put on her clothing and escaped back into the crowd, more than a few guys commented on how they were going to pleasure themselves that night to her, and even a few grabbed her ass.
She would have normally turned around and slugged any man who did that, and on few occasions she had.
Not this time.
Instead she turned and winked, before securing her lover’s arm and exiting the club.
There was silence in the car before she reached over quietly and began rubbing him through his pants. “Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked honestly. His reply was one that further increased the warm sensation in between her legs.
“I know I should have hated that, and in a lot of ways I did. But I want you so badly right now. That was hot.” he struggled through the words.
She continued massaging him through his clothing, and asked more of his thoughts, and he related to her how exciting it was to see her acting so naughty. To watch other men aroused and craving her, knowing she was his completely. She shared the same response from when he brought the perky little bitch from the office home. She smiled at the label.
He closed his eyes enjoying her touching him and reached over to rub her, before she stopped completely and smacked his arm.
“Remember, lover, the night is not over and you can’t do anything unless I say so.” she grinned darkly at him.
He knew not what to make of that comment, but could not deny the fact it excited him, he tried once more to touch her, but her wrath was evident and he dared not do so again. Not this excited. He wanted release.
Where were they going anyway, he wondered aloud.
Before she could reply, once more she pulled the car into a lot and paid the exorbitant price to park and they got out and he followed her across the street into some hip hop club.
They were a bit older than the crowd there, but the place was packed full of people. You couldn’t help but rub into another person, and there were quite a few hot girls about. He was liking this, until he realized that as they made their way to the dance floor a lot of the guys were rubbing up against her. He pushed one of them who grabbed her ass and she winked at, before she pulled hard on him and whispered loudly.
“Remember, you can’t do anything. I mean it. You promised.” she kissed him softly on the lips, and pulled him back into the sea of people.
She began dancing and guy after guy made his way over endlessly, and she had told him she was going to dance with anyone so that he could do the same. He ended up dancing with the nearest girl, and ignoring her in favor of watching his lover.
It was an incredible sight to behold.
She began shaking her body and started dancing around this thick pack of guys, but some of them seemed to be dispersing as two large black guys started dancing around her exclusively. He watched as she got in between them and started rubbing her backside up against the larger one’s crotch, pushing into him, and he put his hands on her hips while the other almost wrapped himself around her leg and was grinding against it.
He could hardly contain his jealous, as it was one thing to watch when a couple guys can’t touch and they see and crave your love as she teases them, but these guys were actually rubbing against her.
She looked over and seemed to be in heaven as she was grinding up against these two guys. She winked at him and he could see her talking to the guys.
He wanted to leave, but again his arousal level was sky-high. He had taunted her and preyed on her jealous nature, but not quite like this. While he enjoyed the fact these two guys probably wanted to make her their score for the night, he wasn’t about to let that happen.
The girl in front of him turned around and then started rubbing up against him, and he couldn’t ignore the sensation of her ass against his throbbing erection. He started moving up into her and he could hear her moaning when he glanced back over and she was kissing the guy in front of her while the guy behind her was feeling her tits through her top.
He froze and just stared while the girl in front of him kept grinding against him. The stark contrast of their ebony skin and her pale self was so erotic to him, he was incredibly aroused, and by the body language she displayed she was adoring it. He slipped his hands down to the girls waist and began rubbing harder against her before his love came over and interrupted.
“Having fun?” she whispered softly into his ear.
He just glared at her, and said, “I want to go home. I want you!”
She nodded and smiled, and led him out the door, the girl frowning who was dancing with him.
They got in the car and sped off, and he reached over and massaged her breast, before being smacked again.
“What? Oh come on, do I still have to play?” he whined. She nodded yes, and said she would pleasure him soon enough and they would be fast asleep.
“So did that bother you? Watching me? I know you have always been one who doesn’t share, and touchy about the interracial thing.” she asked curiously.
His answer pleased her once more, because she was soaked from the experience of being fondled by two large guys, their cocks were huge. “Yeah, but to be honest it turned me on a lot more than I’ll ever admit.”
She leaned over and kissed him as they pulled into her driveway. She smiled deviously.
They got inside the house, and they began kissing their way to her bedroom. She had already set out a video camera and one of the comfortable chairs from the living room.
Attached to a leg of the chair was a handcuff with an extended length. She sat him down and said she was going to perform for him on camera. His smile grew wide. He wished he had been able to save the earlier strip she had done in the club, but this would be just as good if not better he thought.
She settled him comfortable, and removed his clothing, kissing his neck as she locked him into the chair. In his extended hand she placed the key, and folded his fingers inward. He held onto the key as she stroked him gently, his cock already slick with desire.
Whispering into his ear she started teasing him, talking about earlier, the two guys she was with. How much would he like to see her perform with them. Would he enjoy watching that? Seeing her open herself for another guy as he had teased her with another woman.
At times he struggled through the answer yes, but undoubtedly each time it came back positive. His arousal coupled with her own had them on vacation from clear judgement, their wills bent by what aroused them.

I flipped open my Zippo, sparking it, and brought it to the tip of my cigarette. I inhaled deeply, letting the warm smoke travel through my lungs before letting it come back out in a slow exhale. There is something about cigarettes that make me feel powerful, make me feel like I am the ruler of all things, most of all my life. I live for the day I don’t need them anymore.
“Camble?” I heard Mac yelling for me, but I didn’t want to answer him just set, I didn’t want to break this spell, I needed to feel normal, and with half a cig left, I had time to spare. “Camble, answer me boy.”
“Yeah, back here,” I called and put the cigarette out in the small ashtray I kept back here. I looked up to watch Mac come through the door. “What’s up?” I ask and stand up from floor.
“You’ve been back here for a while son, just wondering where you were,” he said and put a hand on my shoulder, a way of asking me if I was okay with out saying the words.
“Got lost in the moment, sorry,” I said and walked past him to the door. I continued through the room, going for the swinging door that led to the front of the bar that I worked at, and that Mac owned.
“Cam?” I turned. “Is everything alright?”
“Mac, it’s called depression,” I said laughing at the face he made. He hated it when I talked to him like a little kid. “I’ll get over it; just give me a few more years.”
“Maybe I can’t wait a few years, maybe I want you to be happy, maybe I should knock some sense into you,” Mac said and pushed me against the bar. The man sitting at it moved his mug quickly and backed up.
“You don’t have a say in the way my mind works,” I said pushing back.
“Oh yeah?” Mac pulled back his fist, it was like slow motion. His fist coming toward me slowly, connecting with my right cheek, landing flat on my ass, and knocking over a row of glasses on the shelves kept under the bar.
“Are you nuts?” the man from before asked.
“Yes,” I moaned, rubbing my face. I looked up at Mac; he was standing with his fists up, beckoning me with his hand to get up. I pulled my hand away from my face, and saw blood, probably from my lip. “You suck man,” I said and started laughing.
“Coward,” he whispered. I knew he didn’t mean it, I knew that he wouldn’t have punched me if he wasn’t at his wits end. I felt instant pain go through me, not from my face, but from what I had been putting Mac and probably his wife Rhonda, through.
My laughing soon turned into dry sobs. I sucked at life.
*******
I lay back in the bed of my truck and watched the sun set over the lake behind my small town. There was something about this one spot that I loved so much. There wasn’t anything that great about it, but it was great to me, and it was a place that I kept coming back to again and again. To think, to be quite, or to be alone. This time, though, I came to think.
Last year my ex-boyfriend was arrested, hand cuffed right in our front room. Today was the anniversary of that and I couldn’t think about anything else. It was like a movie playing in my head from start to finish. From the day we met on.
I was fourteen, he was twenty-four. He was the son of my fathers football couch. My father had asked him to show me some tips, because I was starting freshmen football that summer. Yeah he’d showed me some tips, but they had nothing to do with football. From day one, I was completely in love with Rick. He’d been so manly, and so kind, he didn’t treat me like a kid just because I was younger, and he talked to me like I was his equal.
When I turned eighteen I told my father that I was gay and that I was moving in with Rick, who lived on the other side of town. I still have scares from that day, from when he beat me so badly I couldn’t move for a week. Of course that week was extended to three weeks when Rick got a hold of me.
He’d been wonderful from day one, and I had been so happy with him, I had thought we would stay together forever. But when he found out that I told my dad about us, he knew that his dad would be the next to find out, so he put me in the hospital to prove to his father he wasn’t a fag.
Rick had been sorry afterwards, begging me to come home, to his house, that he wouldn’t do anything like that again. For four years he’d been prefect, I had trusted him and I wanted to trust him still, so I went. Over then next six years I went in and out of the hospital more times then I can remember. He had lied, and it did happen again, and I was a fool for trusting him and for staying with him. But I loved him and I thought deep down he loved me, but I was wrong.
The night he was arrested was the same night I put his 12 gauge shotgun to his forehead and told him I was going to kill him. One of the neighbors must of heard us yelling and called the cops, something none of them had down before, and by the time they’d got there, he had me flat on my back and shotgun in my mouth.
He was charged with attempted murder and he got a life sentence. I haven’t seen him since the day I was put on the witness stand, and I pray to God I never do again. But it’s hard for me to forget all that happened, and even harder to forget about the first four year when I was so happy, so content, so loved.
The incident between Mac and me earlier that day kind of opened my eyes, I hadn’t been in a fight since Rick was carted off to jail, and I couldn’t bring myself to fight back. I needed to do something about that, and my life. It needed to get better, and I was the only one that could do that.
*******
Wes had said that Seth must have had a lot on his mind, and that he only forgot to ask me that day. But as the days, and weeks, and then month past, I knew Seth had either totally forgot that he asked me out, or that he had regretted asking me in the first place.
I opted more for the regret side of it when I met his boyfriend. They had been seeing each other for three weeks Brad told me. Brad, that was his name, Seth seemed to go for guys with B names. Brandon, Blake, Bill, Bobby, and now Brad.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I said and shook Brad’s hand. Really I wanted to bash his perfect face through my computer screen, but my politeness stopped me. “Are you here to meet Seth?”
“Yeah, I wanted to surprise him and take him to lunch,” he smiled giving me a flash of his perfectly lined up white teeth.
I always thought that people’s teeth give them a lot of their character. Brad’s teeth were all straight and set, teeth you can only get after thousands of dollars worth of dental work, giving him that “holier then thou” look. I’m sure he was a nice person, but I could tell me was looking down at me, and my secretary job. Wes had pretty straight teeth too. He had one tooth, third from the front, that was out of place and slightly pointed. When he gave you this lopsided half grin, you get a flash of it, and I always thought it made him look mischievous, which is his personality to a tee. My teeth, well, I don’t know about mine.
“Reed are you on speakerphone?” Seth asked coming out of his office. “Brad, what are you doing here?” Seth’s gaze flicked over his boyfriend then to me and back. I couldn’t read his eyes.
“I came to take you to lunch lover,” Brad wrapped his arms around Seth’s waist and leaned in for a kiss. I turned away then, maybe if I didn’t see it, it wouldn’t hurt.
“Um, okay, let me get my coat,” Seth said. When I looked back up they were walking hand in hand to the front door. “Reed, I’ll be back in an hour okay?” I didn’t say anything and he didn’t wait for it.
I picked up the phone and called my mother.
“Honey what’s wrong?” she asked after our hellos.
“I need to find a new job,” I said before I burst into tears.
*******
Things where vastly turning black. Every time Brad would show up to take Seth to lunch, which was every day now, more started to fade from my vision. Mom said that I couldn’t let something like Seth having a boyfriend get in the way of my job, that I should be a professional. But I didn’t think I could last much longer having to deal with Brad’s perfect-ness. It was driving me nuts. It wasn’t only that he was dating someone who I like very much; it was the fact that he seemed to always have to prove he was better then me every time I saw him.
“That’s a nice watch, where did you get it?” Brad had asked the morning I decided I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Oh, thanks. My brother got it for me at a state fair,” I smiled. I had seen it, the watch, and fell in love. It had a thick lather band with a silver start sewed in it and a square face. It wasn’t usually my taste but I had wanted it so bad Wes asked the woman to wrap it up for me. It was one of the many times I was “between jobs”.
“Oh, state fair? That’s cute,” He flashed me a glimpses of a thick silver Rolex that lay on his wrist. Why the hell would someone pay that much for a watch? You could go to Wall-Mart, buy one for ten dollars, and have it tell time just as well. But, I guess, if I had a lot of money I would buy things like that too. Maybe.
I grabbed at the hair on the back of my head, something I had been doing often lately, and tried to calm my nerves.
“So, why haven’t I met your boyfriend? Doesn’t he ever take you to lunch?” I looked up and smiled, trying not to show how much that comment had hurt. Even when I did have a boyfriend, none of them came to take me to lunch. I hated that he gave me another reason to feel unwanted.
“Someone has to watch the place while your out with Seth,” I said and tried to ignore him by doing work that I didn’t really have.
“I don’t think Seth would mind, I could always bring some food here I guess. I must admit I have wanted to try out his desk, if you know what I mean.” Brad was evil; I could tell by the way he was laughing at his own joke. I was having a hard time believing he was only joking though.
I stood and walked into Seth’s office. He had been on the phone when Brad got here, and seemed to still be on it. Seth took one look at me then told who ever it was that he really needed to go.
“What’s wrong?” he asked and moved to me. I put my hands up to stop him; I really didn’t want him near me.
“I would really like to get everything out in the open before I leave.” I said and leaned up against the door, just in case Brad tried to come in before I was done saying what I had to say.
“Out in the open?” Seth asked and sat down on his desks top.
“Yeah. See I have liked you sense I first started here. I never thought that you would feel the same way so I just kept my feelings to myself. Then last month you asked me out. Do you know how happy that made me? How totally ecstatic I was that you would want to go on even one date with me?” I brushed my hair out of my face then grabbed some at the back of my neck before continuing. “Then, the next day, you acted like it never happened. And okay yeah, I was hurt, but I guess it was my fault for having gotten my hopes up. But that isn’t okay Seth; you can’t do that to people. It’s wrong to play with peoples emotions as if they don’t matter.
“I thought I could deal with this whole you and Brad thing, but I can’t. I’m tired of him making me feel like I’m less then him. And I’m tired of watching you with him. I know I should be a grown up, just do my job or whatever, but I can’t. I’m quitting, and I’ll be done here by the end of the day.”
“I don’t know what to say Reed,” he said. I looked up to find his eyes at his hands. How about I’m sorry? How about I’ll kick Brad to the curb for hurting your feelings? How about I need you to stay?
“That’s okay,” was all I could get out. Maybe my politeness had started because I was scared of confrontation. I was scared of what else he was going to say, and saying “its okay” would magically make him not say things I didn’t want to hear. “Anyway, Brad’s waiting to go to lunch with you and I have to finish some things.” I opened the door and come face to face with Brad, who was smiling like the villain he is. “He’s all yours,” I said and moved back to my deck.
I ignored Seth for the rest of the day, which I’m sure he didn’t notice. I made arrangement for one of those temp girls that Seth hated to fill in for me till he could hire someone on permanently. It took most of the day to get all my stuff out of the desk and the rest of the office. After three years stuff does start to pile up though I guess. After I throw out all the useless crap that was only taking up space in the first place, I had a single small box of things to bring home.
It contained only a few things. Toothbrush, day planner, CD’s, and other stuff like that. But I did find something that I didn’t remember bringing to the office. I had probably done it to show Seth then promptly forgot.
It was a five by six inch photograph of Seth and me from last thanksgiving. He had joined us at my Grandparent’s house for the holiday. We had been walking around the back yard, talking about work, when he stopped under a tree and looked straight up.
“This tree must be really old, it’s so big,” he said then looked back at me.
“My great-grandmother plated it when she found out that she was going to have my grandpa,” I informed and leaned up against the trunk. “I used to come out here a lot and try to clime up it. I can’t even reach the branches at my height now; I don’t know what I was thinking back then.” We laughed. I loved his laugh, so smooth and alive.
“Your hair is getting long again,” he said and tucked one of my locks behind my ear and smiling at me with his eyes. It seems that is when the picture was taken, when his fingers had moved across my cheek to move the hair. Wes had to have been a few hundred feet away when taking it, but the quality was so good it looked to only been a few feet. That’s what Wes did for a living, by the way, take photographs.
Today I was going to leave a little early. I didn’t want to talk to Seth right then, and if we left at the same time words would mostly like be exchanged.
I placed the picture down in the middle of my desk, along with me keys to the office, and left.
*******
“How goes the job search?” Dad asked as we loaded up his rented truck with more stuff to bring to the junk yard. I just shook my head.
After Wes and I had left them at my Grandparent’s house to finish the cleaning, my mother said it was too hard for her. Grandma had been like another mother to her. Mom had gotten pregnant with Wes at sixteen, and when her father found out he kicked her right to the street. Her mother, all the while, was calling her a dirty slut. Grandma took Mom in, making her and Dad sleep in separate rooms till they got married three weeks later.
“It hadn’t been a shoot gun wedding or anything,” Grandma always said when telling me the story. “I asked your father what he wanted to do and he told me “I want to marry her” so I let them do it. They lived with us till he finished college, got a job, and could deal with having to pay for everything. Wes was such a good boy back then.”
After I quit working with Seth, Dad and I got Mom to come back to finish the job. The load we were taking to the junk yard would be the last. The only things left in the house was it’s furniture and the boxes of stuff Mom wanted to bring home with her. Which contained pretty much everything my grandparents owned.
“You aren’t going to sell the house right?” It had been in our family for three generations now; it would break my heart to see it go to someone else.
“Mom doesn’t want to, but I don’t really feel like commuting three hours a day for work. Maybe we should rent it out while we decided what to do.” This is the perfect time to ask. I knew that it was risky but I had to try.
“Dad, do you think, I can have it?” I said after gathering all my courage.
“Have what?” He was driving. He and Wes are alike in that sense, when you try talking to them while driving. They mumble, ignore, or are really slow on the up take.
“The house Dad, can I have it?” He looked over at me before returning his eyes to the road.
“Reed, it’s a really big house. There was still too much room when your grandparent’s, your mom and I, Wes, and all our crap was living there.”
“I know, but I love that house so much, and I don’t have anything but you guys and Wes keeping me in the City. It’s not like I’m going to get lonely, I already know people in this town. Plus, you know Wes; he’ll be out here every other day to check on me. I think it would be a good change for me.” That sounded believable. It was all true, mostly.
“Is this because of Seth?” Dad had never been too comfortable with my homosexuality but I knew that he loved me no matter what. Mom had been kicked out of her family’s life, she knew the pain that came along with it, so she made it clear from day one that I would always be her son no matter what I did. Dad hadn’t gone through it, but he’d been there when she would cry about missing her parents and siblings, and promised her he wouldn’t ever do something like that to their children. I don’t think they ever expected me to turn out gay, but their rule was still there.
“No,” I said and focused on the trees moving by outside.
“You know, I had always hoped that you would end up with him,” Dad said surprising me. We never talked about my love life. “He’s a good man, and I knew he could have made you happy. But it’s his loss you know? Someday, you are going to find someone that sees how special you are, and they will love you for it.” He took his hand off the steering wheel, something I’ve never seen him do before, and patting my check. “If moving out here is what you want to do, then I’ll let you,” he smile at me then eclipsed into comfortable silence.
*******
The first morning that I woke up in the house, everything was bathed in a beautiful yellow tint. Remembering the last time I had seen this color I made my way out to the huge wooden porch, over looking the backyard. I sat down in that same plastic white chair and leaned my arms against the railing. I felt happy for the first time in months.
This yellow tint felt like a sign, from God maybe, that everything was going to turn out okay.
I stood and stretched, getting all the kinks out of my muscles. I patted the railing twice.
“Thanks, I needed that.”
*******
“So Camble, how you feeling buddy?” Rhonda asked me early one morning.
“Well, thank you.” She’d always called me buddy, a fact that I loved, it made me feel like I was really her kid rather then a random person living in her and Mac’s house. “How are you?” I sat down at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee.
“Fine, just fine dear… Speaking of fine did you know Emily and Peter’s grandson moved into their home?” Emily and Peter Timmy had gone to gone to high school with Mac and Rhonda. They’d stayed friends over the years, and later became mine also. Even now, months after their passing I had urges to go mow their lawn or bring the Sunday paper by.
“What does that have to do with being fine?” I asked and shook my head.
“Everything, he’s a nice piece of ass.” I gasped at her and started laughing, shaking the whole table along with me.
“Rhonda, you’re sixty-five years old, you aren’t aloud to say that,” I said and rubbed a hand across my face, though hearing that from her wasn’t that big of a surprise. She and Emily used to have cussing battles at every gathering we had.
“I think you should go by and see him, I’m sure he’s lonely,” she said ignoring my comment on her age.
“And I think you should stop trying to set me up,” I said standing. She reached over and hugged me tightly to her small frame.
“You haven’t had sex in a while buddy, it’s time to get back in the game,” she said patting my cheek and handing me the keys to my truck. How the hell did she know that?
“I’m never telling Mac about my love life again,” I mumbled walking out the back door, he had a big mouth.

Every Sunday Morning, Sydney wakes up at the crack of dawn, hours before her husband, just to wash her car, a Ford Mustang convertible. She spends hours washing, waxing and polishing her car until it sparkles like new. It’s the same routine every Sunday, and recently she has been joined by her next-door neighbor, Ted, who watches her from his front porch.
She finds it erotic that he is up early again today to see her washing her car, or more precisely, to see how little she is wearing while washing her car. Her husband would not approve of her purposefully enticing his voyeurism but nevertheless, she has started wearing less and less each Sunday morning, like a string bikini or a half shirt with her shortest shorts, just to tease his curiosity.
Sydney is 22 years old with long strawberry blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and is a 5′ 4″ 110-pound petit beauty. Her husband Mike is 30 years old and rightfully over protective of his young bride, knowing too well that she can be wild and yet, he is completely in the dark about her public exhibitions.
Today she is wearing her white satin pajama pants and a white camisole which she slept in last night. She is considering going back inside and changing because without a bra the mist from spraying the water hose is making her nipples visible from underneath the sheer material.
Instead, she looks up from her car over at Ted and waves good morning to see that she still has his full attention. The more she thinks about him watching her, the more she considers the possibilities of how she can have some fun with him, right now, while Mike is still asleep.
She pictures him seeing her perky 34B tits, or the luscious curve of her ass, or maybe a view of her neatly trimmed pussy. She imagines what his reaction might be considering that they are neighbors, will he behave the same way as strangers act when they catch an unexpected peek, with a look of surprise and delight, or will he try and hide his emotions and show no reaction at all?
To flash him from right in front of her house, she decides she needs to make it look unintentional. She certainly doesn’t want him telling her husband that she deliberately exposed herself, giving away her special secret that she has managed to keep from him for the past two years, beginning with the very first time, on her wedding night.
Right after their marriage ceremony they drove until midnight to a bed and breakfast to stay the night before leaving on a 7 day cruise the next morning on their honeymoon. After they checked in, Mike left to buy some alcohol at a nearby convenience store.
From the bedroom window Sydney could see the night clerk, who had checked them in a few minutes earlier, was now standing outside in the dark, watching her every move.
She wasn’t sure why or even how it started, but outside the clerk watched in silence as she slowly removed her tank top and skirt, and then her bra and panties. When Mike returned he could not have known that the clerk had seen his wife completely naked, or that she had left a small gap in the curtains just enough for someone outside to watch Mike fucking his new bride.
Today she is still obsessed with exposing herself to complete strangers, men that she will never see again. Showing off for a neighbor was risky, but she was up to the challenge and decides to innocently flash him her little white ass.
She gets in the back seat of her car and pulls off her pajamas along with her panties. She could see him lean forward in his chair trying to see what she is doing in the back seat.
She puts her pajama paints back on and gets out of the car, then picks up the water hose and squeezes it to stop the flow of water. As she builds up water pressure she acts confused like she is trying to locate a kink somewhere in the hose.
She aims the hose at her body and releases her tight grip. Water rushes out and soaks her camisole and drenches her pajamas. She screams out but lets the water continue to pour over her body before dropping the hose to the ground.
The cold water takes her breath away and when she looks down at her body she realizes her impromptu plan worked a little too well.
Her top is completely transparent and she can easily see her erect nipples through the thin material. Her pajama pants hug her like a second skin down her legs and around her ass cheeks. Without any panties, she can even see the impression of her pussy. Just then she hears, “Are you alright?” She looks up to see Ted standing right in front of her.
Surprised she replies, “Yes, just a small problem with the hose, I’m alright.” She watches as his eyes canvas her wet body. She lets him soak up the view of her shapely breasts that are clearly on display.
“I can’t believe how wet I am,” she said as she lifts both sides of her camisole up to her chest, then moves her hands underneath and around to the front, lifting the fabric away from her breasts and then back down again. Ted can’t believe his perfect timing as he gets a peek at her tits, right up to the fringe of her pink nipples. It happens so fast, he isn’t sure if she even realizes her brief exposure standing right in front of him.
“Feel how wet my pants are,” she pulls the top of her pajamas away from her skin to provide him with some material to touch. As she turns to look for a towel she can feel Ted take advantage of her as he gently pulls the elastic band even further away providing a clear view of her trimmed bush.
“You’re right, you really are soaked!” he commented, thinking she had just unknowingly let him look down her pants. Sydney remembers the only other time that she let someone close enough to touch her, is was actually two men from Japan, and her impromptu plan with them did not go well for her, and unfortunately, they have the photos to prove it.

It was a year ago at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas, while Mike was playing at the porker tables she was soaking up the sun alone by the pool, when two Japanese men approached her and asked if she would take their picture.
She was wearing a thong bikini and she knew what they really wanted was her naked ass on camera. She decided to let them have their fun and after she took their picture she agreed to have her picture taken with each of them.
After she posed standing next to the first guy, shoulder to shoulder, the two men traded places and the second guy stood next to her in the same position, (click). She then turned to say goodbye, providing a side view of her ass, (click) and then pretended to twist her ankle and fell forward against his chest, (click) to keep his balance he reached down and inadvertently grabbed her ass, (click) but instead they both fell backwards down onto the lounge chair, (click) she landed right on top of him with her bare ass up in the air, (click) as she tried to lift herself up somehow his hands got caught her bikini top and off it came, exposing her tits to bounce around freely as she tried to stand up, (click) (click) (click).
Sydney still today searches the Internet knowing that eventually those pictures will show up and she will have a lot of explaining to do. Now that Ted has just seen down her pants it was time to complete her mission, let him marvel at her tight ass. She reaches down and picks up a towel and announces, “I should probably get out of these wet pants before I catch a cold,” then turns her back to him and loosely ties the towel around her waist and reaches up underneath the towel and pulls down her pajama pants.
He could see her stepping out of her pajamas as the towel slips down her hips and stops just above her ass. Sydney did her best to make it look unintentional as she reaches for her pants and lets the towel fall off exposing her ass and a perfect backside view of her bald pussy lips as she bends over to pick up the towel.
She quickly wraps the towel back around her waist and turns around to apologize,
“I’m so sorry, how embarrassing…” she declares, knowing that her plan has worked perfectly.
“No need to apologize, accidents happen,” he assures her as he tries to keep his composure but is unable to stop the bulge from growing inside his pants.
Sydney could feel her pussy getting wet as well, she treated him to much more than just a view of her sweet ass and anymore she feared he might become suspicious of his good fortunes. She then excuses herself, “Ted, I should go inside now and get dressed, see you later and again I’m so sorry, please don’t tell anyone!” And off she goes.
Back in her bedroom Mike wakes up feeling Sydney sucking his cock. He doesn’t know what has her so excited as she climbs on top of him and guides his cock up inside her pussy. Rocking back and forth, in and out, she grinds herself down on him for several minutes and then experiences a powerful orgasm before Mike finally shoots his load.
Sydney thinks about how much she enjoys exposing herself and how good it makes her feel sexually. She truly believes that secretly exposing herself to strangers helps to improve her sex life with her husband, and that if Mike ever found out her secret he would absolutely forgive her…well, maybe.
The End

The week had been a complete bust. You traveled all the way from the UK to the Caribbean for a week of business meetings and some relaxing in the sun. It ended up that the week was spent is crisis management. The up side was that everything was back on track with work with no ill effects. The down side was that you ended up spending all of what was planned to be spare time in meetings so you spent no time by the pool or on the beach. Last night’s meetings went late and you have an early flight back home. To top things off, there was a mix up with your return flight and you were the only one in your group to get bumped from your flight home. The next flight was booked, so it would be another day before you could get home. Maybe this would be a chance to relax before heading home. You have until the next day before you flight out.
You catch a taxi back to the hotel where they sadly inform you that you former room has been booked, but to you surprise and delight, they say they will comp you a suite because you company often uses their site for meetings. You quickly make your way to your 3rd floor room and generously tip the bellman, strip and put on your bikini and practically run to the pool. It’s early afternoon in the heat of the day, and you order a cocktail from the waiter. You lay on your back and relax in the sun letting the tension melt out of your body as you quickly drink down your cocktail and order another and drink that one. You hear a deep voice and open your eyes, but all you can see is the bright sun around a silhouette. “Excuse me,” you say.
“I noticed you were sleeping and you may want to get out of the sun or put on some sunscreen before you burn. The Caribbean sun can be brutal,” the voice says. You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep and thanked the silhouette as he moved away toward the pool.
Since you didn’t want to sleep or burn, you decide a quick dip in the pool will wake you before turning over. The water is cool, almost cold, against your hot skin but feels good and refreshing. The hot/cold contrast makes your aureoles pull tight and your nipples harden. Not many people are around so you don’t worry about it. You swim up to the bar and that’s when you notice him. He is facing you. You can sense him staring at you from behind his sunglasses. He’s standing in the pool with his back against the bar. You swim up to the bar and get some water and another cocktail. “I hope you don’t mind that I woke you up. It would be a shame for you to get a sunburn.”
You turn to face the voice, smile…”Thank you.” Now that you are in the shade you can see him much better. Taller than you, he’s about 6′ tall, with broad shoulders and chest and a hint at what used to be six pack abs. You mention that you are glad he was so kind and you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep. When he pulls up his sunglasses you are taken in by his dark brown eyes that match his brown skin. Internally you suppress a shutter that runs from your clit to your nipples as you imagine pulling on his bald head as you feel his tongue and mustache against your pussy.
After a quick chat, you find out he’s here to check out the hotel for possible use as a conference site. You explain how poorly your week went and want to get back in the sun as you swim back toward you lounge. Within two min of getting to your lounge a waiter brings a bottle of sunscreen to you with the compliments of the gentleman at the bar. You smile a thanks to the mysterious gentleman. He smiles back and then turns his attention to the bar. You massage the lotion into your legs, arms, and stomach. As you apply the lotion to your chest, you notice that very few people are around and no one is looking at you. You take the opportunity to undo the back of your bikini top then the neck. The cool breeze hardens you nipples and keeps the top from falling by clinging to them. Your breasts aren’t huge but they are large and nicely shaped and you are proud of them. They sag a little more than you wish, but that happens. You are often told that you have the breasts of a woman 10 years younger. You then notice out of the corner of your eye that the man has moved to the deeper end of the pool closer to you but all you can see it the back of his bald head. The image of seeing his shining dark head moving between your legs flashes through your brain and your nipples harden more and your clit throbs. You pull off you bikini top and rub the lotion into your breasts. As you rub over your nipple, it stick out further and you close your eyes and imagine again if just for a second. When you open your eyes, you see that he has turned and is staring at you behind his sunglasses. You feel emboldened and continue to massage the lotion into your breasts. With your front protected from the sun, you face your admirer and offer the bottle to him, “would you be kind enough to do my backside?” as you smile wickedly to him.
Without a word he emerges from the pool and you force yourself not to stare at the bulge in his shorts. You turn and lay on your stomach. You hear his rich voice suggest moving to the whirlpool area because of the angle of the sun. That sound good to you. You follow him to the new location and see that you can get a better angel on the sun; it is also partially secluded by low shrubs and bushes. You find a lounge and lay down on your stomach. Shortly, you feel warm hands glide over your back and shoulders massaging the muscles. He uses a liberal amount as he rubs lower and lower until he reaches you bikini bottoms. He then begins to work his hands over you from your ankles up. His touch and your thoughts keep your nipples hard and you begin to feel your pussy begin to leak.
He works both calves at the same time, then continues up your thighs. He boldly progresses up your thighs to your ass and slips his hot fingers just under the edge. Until you have been able to stifle you moans and keep your body still. A short moan escapes and turns into a long sigh. He traces along your bikini. You submit by slowly parting your thigh slightly and barely raising your hips toward him. He notices and moves his fingers along your bikini down between your thighs and back out. Your pussy is on fire. Without a word he slips a finger under your bikini and moves again toward your pussy. You arch you back in anticipation and submission. Your wish is granted when you feel his finger trace down the crack of your ass and down to your soaking pussy where he slowly pushes into you. Your moan escapes. A low long sound much louder than you wanted.
He continues to work his finger in and out of your pussy. You feel every movement of his finger as it continues to bring you closer to climax. He adds a second finger and it almost pushes you over the edge. Your breathing comes in gasps as he works you with his two middle fingers. It takes you by complete surprise as he flicks your clit at the same moment he brushes a finger over your tight asshole. Involuntarily, you moan again and push against him. He obliges you with the tip of his finger pushed into your ass. You cum hard. Gasping for air, pushing your ass high in the air hoping for more. Your pussy is leaking, and you feel it combined with the lotion and sweat drip from your pussy onto you bikini. You body convulses several times as you struggle not to scream out. After what seems like forever, the climax subsides. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and you lie there with your eyes closed trying to recover.
When you turn toward him, you see him just getting into the whirlpool. He looks back at you and smiles as he leans back and relaxes in the warm water. On unstable legs, you walk to him, lower yourself into the water, sit on his lap, rub your hands over his head and pull him to you as you snake your tongue into his mouth. You move to straddle him and can feel his hardness against your ass. Without breaking the kiss you reach down to pull your bikini aside, manage with his help to free his formidable cock from his shorts, position his cock at your pussy and slowly lower yourself onto the best feeling cock you had in quite some time. It feels like you descend forever when finally you feel full just as you get to the end.
Finally you break the kiss as you start to grind down on the hard cock that is stretching your pussy. Through half closed eyes you look down at him then pull his face to your breasts. Your nipples harden even more when he takes one into his mouth. You feel his teeth begin to gently bite down. It causes a tingle to travel from your nipple to your clit and you open you eyes. You see three male employees watching from over at the bar. You had forgotten where you were. The bushes only kept you hidden on three sides. You immediately try to get up and say you are being watched. Just as you are about to pull the head of cock out of your pussy, he quickly grabs you by the hips and pull you back down. When you hit bottom you can feel his cock against your cervix. “We’ve got to get up, they’re watching us,” you plead.
“Let them watch,” he says calmly, “just enjoy the ride and relax.” And with that he lifts you again and pulls you back down hard enough to make you full boobs bounce. Once again he nurses at your nipples and you begin to melt again as your lust for him is renewed. The heat of the sun, the drinks, the warmth of the water, the teeth on your nipples and the cock sliding in and out of your pussy is too much. You melt as your orgasm makes your body contract repeatedly until you have no strength left. You lean into him and rest. He lifts you off of his cock and holds you as you catch your breath.
With much effort, you both climb out of the pool and wordlessly grab towels and he follows you to your suite. Once in the door you turn on him and kiss him deeply and trail kisses down to his neck, nipples and lower until you are on your knees in front of him. You reach in and pull his stiffening cock out as you pull his shorts down. It’s big, medium brown, and nicely shaped. It will be a challenge but you want to try to take all of it in your mouth. You lick around the head and it bobs up and down and gets bigger with every beat of his heart. You open your mouth and push forward to take most of him; pull back leaving it wet and push back to get the rest of him in you. It feels good to have your mouth full of cock. It is then that you realize that he is still growing in your mouth and you must pull back. You feel his hands on the back of your head and you go down on him again. His cock is to big for you to take easily now. You suck, lick and slurp as much as you can. You feel your pussy begin to drip again and your hard nipples rub against his legs as you suck on his cock. His hand urge you to take more cock in your mouth. You open as wide as you can, grab his ass and pull. His hands push against the back of your head as you relax your throat to accept his cock. You feel proud as your nose pushes firmly against his pubic bone. You took it all and it feels smooth and warm.
He pulls you up and you reluctantly let his cock fall out of your mouth. He walks you to your balcony and you feel the heat blast you in the face despite the shade. He leads you to the rail, faces you toward the ocean, pulls your bikini off of your legs, knees behind you and pushes his face into your pussy from behind. You immediately push back and down to get as much of his tongue in you as possible. You lean forward into the balcony and you can see his cock waving in front of him as he sits on his heels with his face in your ass and his tongue in your pussy. As you settle in for a nice ride he abruptly stops and stands up. You feel his cock brush against you bare pussy lips. His cock rubs around your wet folds. You bend over further to give him better access. Once again you feel his cock part your pussy and stretch you once again. You are not in control of this fuck. He continues with short stabs until he is buried in your pussy then continues with long slow strokes. The heat builds in your pussy. You feel his hands all over your ass and hips. Without warning you feel a searing pain on your ass and hear a crisp crack. The slap on your ass causes you to cry out and push back at the same time. He rubs the spot where he spanked you and then smacks it again. You feel his fingers moving closer to you asshole and this causes you to squirm with even more pleasure. His finger part your crack and begin to probe your ass. The wetness of your pussy and the sweat make it easy for him to push into your ass. You feel empty when he pulls his cock out of your pussy, but you feel him drag his wet cock to line up with you ass. Without thinking, your reach back and pull your ass apart. Your excitement about getting ass-fucked by him is slightly tempered by the size of his cock.
Gently he pushes forward. You feel the familiar sensation of being opened for the first time all over again. You pull harder with your hand and push back. You can feel as the head finally opens you enough to push in. The fullness overwhelms you, and he is not even halfway in you. He stays still as you catch your breath. Just as you relax, he smacks your ass again and pushes hard. One of his hands grabs your shoulder and pulls while the other assaults your ass with smack. You then realize that you don’t know how long or loud you’ve been moaning. The fullness in your ass and the forceful strokes are too much. Your climax engulfs you. It starts at your toes and works up to your pussy and ass then radiates from there up your body. You pussy is actively dripping, your ass in clenching your nipples are as hard as they have ever been and you can do nothing but moan and pant as his wonderful cock strokes in and out of your ass keeping you at the peak of your orgasm. He feel his strokes come faster and harder as your hear him grunt. Your ass feels tighter as you feel his cock swell before you feel the heat of his cum enter your ass. You cry out again and have to hold on tight to keep from falling to your knees as your orgasm leaves you weak. He pushes deeply until he can cum no more.
His strong hands massage your back and shoulders as the two of you recover. He slowly pulls out of your ass. You feel empty and your feel his cum begin to drip out of your ass. You look back just as you see him sit at the balcony table. You walk over to him, kiss him, knee in front of him take his cock in your hands as you suck his cock back into your mouth. As you grip him with your mouth you notice your wedding ring. If only you could get fucked like this at home. With luck he’ll stay with you all night long. You figure one indiscretion will be alright.

The big Ford’s engine rumbled sweetly, almost effortlessly pushing the SVU along at a needle-flick below the regulation 55. The air it was carving through was still hot; hot, dry and dusty - though it would be much colder, bitingly so, before this journey was done. But what air there was inside not only had a faint, acrid tang of something mixed with an odd body odour, but was even hotter.
The man; tall, well-built and craggily good-looking, hummed and chatted to himself - and to the vehicle, though from what he said it would have been difficult to sometimes know which was which.
‘Well old friend, here we go again - that special trip. Let’s hope that this year is as good as the last. That really was something, wasn’t it! Truly a trip to remember!’ he added with a deep throated chuckle.
Even as his eyes continued scanning the all but empty road before, after and all around him his mind was replaying some of the people and events that had made it so good. The images were as sharp, the voices as clear, and the sensation of the pleasures he’d felt were just as intense as they had been that previous Halloween.
The fact that on this one night of the year people of all ages seemed to set out to play the fool made his life so much easier - though occasionally he admitted the lack of challenge took a little of the edge off the overall excitement. But, he also admitted, that was more than adequately compensated for by the numbers who, on this particular night, seemed all too eager to make themselves available.
The first had been those two muddy blondes who had almost fallen over themselves to bet him that he couldn’t fuck the pair of them to a standstill. The look of exhausted amazement on their faces a mere hour or so later proved he’d certainly done that - then of course he took them. Then there was that boy - although he’d protested that he was well over the minimum age limit, he doubted it, but what the hell, he was begging for it, so he gave it - then he took him too.
But the highlight had been that party, and even twelve months later - and after many, many other truly memorable events - he admitted that although it had meant coping with the viciousness of the cold night air, even allowing for that, it had been one well worth remembering.
He’d met the woman in a bar a short way down the street from the one in which he’d met the boy, just a bar he’d picked at random from the others in the area. Even when he’d first walked in from the cold his senses had prickled, alerting him that there was someone special there. Then, because the place was so crowded it had taken him a little longer than usual to find her, but once he had, he moved in. He felt quite sure that many men would have found her attractive; not too tall, neither too skinny nor fat, and with large, soft brown eyes that gleamed with a hint of unspoken promises. But it was the inner characteristics that he’d sensed; unlike the earlier three she had honestly, integrity and, in these times that all too rarely found human quality, pure unalloyed goodness.
Even he, no respecter of the usual niceties, had decided she was not a woman to be taken in dark corners or out the back, in the alley. He’d known she would be so much more cooperatively responsive when taken in more appropriate surroundings, and, he’d anticipated, the effect of the final outcome all the more satisfyingly remarkable. So, using every single tool in his considerable armoury of charms, and recalling the techniques he’d often needed to use in more distant times and places, he’d wooed her; gently, patiently, unobtrusively infiltrating her none too strong line of personal defences.
Some time later she’d mentioned the party, and the yearningly inviting look she gave him as she suggested he might like to go on there with her told him that he had already won her. So, although it meant braving the outside chill again, and without any thought as to what other goodies he might also find there, he’d accepted.
It was at least an hour before the witching time when they’d arrived at a large, clearly affluent house somewhere in a suburb crammed with a host of similar houses, many of which were also filled with noisy swarms of partygoers. Even as she’d led him through to meet the host and hostess he’d known there were many pairs of eyes turning to follow him - and again he’d felt his senses prickling, alerting him to which might prove to be vulnerable to his particular attributes.
But again he’d played the waiting game - waiting until, after a brief whispered conversation with the hostess, the woman had taken his hand; then, almost child-like, had tugged him along behind herself, and led him upstairs. Only there, and only after she had carefully locked the door behind them, had she come into his arms.
As he had with the blondes, but as he’d been unable to with the boy, he’d taken his time - enjoying all the varied delights her all too willing body was all too eager to offer him. And, if the intensity of her all too frequent cries of delight were any measure, retuning them with more than adequate interest.
Even before they had done anything but kiss he’d known she was ready for him, his keen sense of smell easily picking up the musky odour of her strong, virtually instantaneous arousal. But, taking perverse satisfaction from her gradually increasing frustration, he’d played her; resisting her attempts to remove either his or even her own clothing by continuing to kiss her while his hands remained busily caressing her. When he’d finally slid one up under her skirt, up her thighs, between them, and up to her crotch, she’d whimpered. He’d slid his fingers into her, pushing the wet, flimsy silk of her panties up with them - feeling her increasing excitement as her knees buckled beneath her and she’d writhed her pussy downwards. But when he’d felt her fingers frantically scrabbling with his trousers, he’d relented, taken the necessary time to strip