Deep Sea Detectives

I can’t believe I’m doing this. What was I thinking? What was I drinking, for that matter? As bright ideas go this has got to be one of my more insane, yet deliciously wicked ones. Staring at my reflection in the full-view mirror I can see the panic struggling to get out; yet, that in itself is an incredibly wonderful torment. I am standing there completely bare for my critical gaze; only impossible four-inch silver stilettos decorate my over-heated flesh.
Before I can cave into cowardly retreat I grab the barely-there lacy thong, ice-blue with a deep pink trim, and slowly slide them on. Juice from my throbbing cunt delicately dampens the crotch. Next I grab a deep blue halter dress; only, it really isn’t a halter, or a dress. The wispy satin and lace confection embraces me; over firm, full breasts, across my almost-flat abdomen; then, a little struggle…it settles over a pair of full hips and a generously rounded derriere. The hem flares into a gentle ruffle halfway down my thigh. Every curve, perfect and not-so-perfect, is highlighted by the dress. One delicate, gravity-defying spaghetti strap ensures my breasts retain their voluptuous pout.
With shaking hands I pick up the silver and turquoise choker; I shudder as I slide the clasp shut. The sound pierces my confidence temporarily, until I notice the aroused look on my face. My pupils are dilated to twice their size; the sea-green irises are almost incandescent. My heart is pounding as I turn away from my image. On the way out of the apartment I grab up the beaded bag on the hallway table.
VOLCANO’S
As I expected the club is crowded with college kids; and again I question my sanity. I am thirty-four, not some 20-something college nymphet. What makes me think I can compete with the tan beauties swarming the dance floor? The bouncer at the door stamps my hand and tells me to move along before I can make my escape. Uncertainly I stand to the side, my frantic gaze searching…what the hell am I doing? A small rush of juice escapes the edges of my thong and slides down my thigh. For some reason it calms me, and purposefully I make my way to the bar with a slow stride. The music is loud and hypnotic.
At the bar I order a rum and coke; in for a penny…, I think to myself. After paying I turn to look at the activity on the floor. Much as I’d expected, young hard bodies pulse and grind against each other in a frenzy of socially acceptable matings. This is what I came for; not entirely, of course, but it’s a start. I let my eyes drift over the couples; the twisting and pounding mass excites me, and I feel yet another rush of juice flow from the sensitive folds of my pussy. I keep looking, waiting, watching; sooner or later I’ll find…
Him. He’s the one. Not too tall or short; nor too muscled or thin. His clothes are simple yet fit his firm body perfectly. White t-shirt, a heavy-duty pair of tan pants. His black hair is casually ruffled, as if he’d just woken up. His heavy-lidded gaze roams the writhing mass from the edge of the dance floor. One hand rests on his hips, his head tilted up next to the man with him. He shakes his head negatively in response to the man and walks away, skirting the edge and slowly making his way nearer the bar. Almost in a trance, I plot a course that will take me directly in his path. And I’m there, standing in front of him.
He stops as he notices me in his way. Chocolate brown eyes trace a slow path from my stiletto-encased feet, to the top of head crowned in a vibrant red mass of hair. His hand reaches out, latches onto mine, and he tugs me onto the floor. He pulls me tight against him, slowly aligning our bodies from shoulder to knee; my breasts squash against his chest and we both moan at the contact. His head bends toward my head; his tongue rasps along my neck, trailing up to my ear.
“Cotton candy”, he whispers. I lift my head and look at him questioningly. With a grin he pulls my hips closer into his, and I realize he was asking me if….. “Smooth”, I purr back at him. With a harsh groan his arms tighten around me and we begin to move.
It’s everything I’d fantasized it would be. There is now a steady flow of juice coming from my cunt; his erection burns my flesh through our clothes. Grinding, pumping, grasping, writhing; we join the mass of bodies, participating in the sexual mating there on the dance floor. My breath grows labored as I near my orgasm; his uneven panting tells me he is close, as well. The music stops. We stop. A bead of sweat trails down the side of his face, trying to disappear into the top of his shirt. On tip-toe I quickly lap it up. His hands tighten momentarily on my wrists before gently letting me go.
“Drink?” he murmurs. “Please” I croak back at him.
As we reach the bar, a wicked though enters my head. I tell him my choice of drink and excuse myself to the ladies restroom. In an empty stall I sit on the commode, taking care of business. After making sure every last trace of the pungent fluid is soaked up I stand. Quickly I step out of my thong, being careful not to let any of my juices to touch my fingers. I wad the material in my hand before exiting. The bathroom is surprisingly empty; I wash my hands at the sink before once again wadding my panties into the palm of my hand.
I wend my way through the crowd back to the bar; back to him. He hands me the drink, brushing his body against mine. Instant meltdown. I shudder at the contact. I take a fortifying gulp; then another, and yet another. He notices, of course; his wicked grin mocks me. Until…I hold up my hand and open it, letting the thong hang from one finger. It is a blatant offering. His eyes pop; he looks around frantically but then…
His hand reaches up, snagging the material by the crotch. A deeply inhaled breath at the feel of my wetness on them; he rubs the material between thumb and forefinger. Quickly he pushes them into one of his pants pockets. Holding my gaze in his own he swipes his tongue across his finger and thumb. I moan at the erotic display; having never seen my pussy he tastes me in full view of a crowded room.
Urgently he grabs me by the arm, pulling me away from the bar and back onto the dance floor. His hands grab me by the hip; his hard dick throbs against me and he lifts one of my legs to circle his own. The Latin beat allows for such intimate positioning. The material of my dress has risen, and my bare mound now caresses him through his pants. I notice he’s chosen a darker corner of the floor. Carefully I reach down with one hand and slide his zipper down. His breath whooshes out. Is he shocked? Turned on? Daringly I grab him by the shaft, lifting myself on tip-toe as far as I can and slide down the length of his cock.
“Oh, fuck yesssss” he hisses, and I can only agree. We repeat the motion again and again, frenzied and frantic for closer contact. My pussy juice smears his hot flesh; we come closer and closer to the head penetrating my opening; but I hold back. I crave the torment of only allowing so much, of the excruciating tease of his flesh against mine. His hands are greedy now, squeezing my butt cheeks rhythmically, pulling me tighter and tighter against him with each gliding upward and downward motion. I slam my face into his chest as I explode; my cream gushes out, coating his dick.
“Damn, baby…” he pants. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”
I bob my head frantically in the positive. Once again he grabs me by the arm, this time leading me to the back of the club near the restrooms. We find a recessed alcove. He pushes me back against the wall, lifting me. Automatically I wrap my legs around him; I gasp, noticing that his dick is still hanging out. Before I can appreciate how turned on he must have been to not bother doing himself up, he pushes his dick full into me. Gasping again, I grab at his shoulders and squeeze my legs tighter around him.
“Awww, shit, you’re so hot, so fuckin’ wet. Damn, you’re gonna squeeze my dick off.” I giggle at the imagery, but then I can only moan as he thrusts, and thrusts, and thrusts. People are passing us in the dim hallway; over his shoulder I notice a few have stopped to watch. I can’t believe how incredibly turned on I am, knowing that they’re watching me be fucked. I come. Hard.
He pulls out; before I can whimper in disappointment he turns me around, facing the wall. His hands spread my cheeks, and then he’s there again, spearing my needy flesh with his dick. One hand grabs a mass of my hair, pulling my head back. The other grips my hip, holding me tight as if afraid I might try to pull away. I don’t want to pull away; I press my ass back. In my mind’s eye I can still see our audience. I imagine them, men and women, masturbating. Hands stroking dicks and frigging clits. His hand trails downward and now squeezes one breast through the fabric of my dress. His fingers tease and pinch my nipple; I almost scream at the intensity of my orgasm.
“Shit, yeah, that’s so fuckin’ good…come for me again, baby, one more time” he demands. I feel his hot cum as it explodes inside, coating the walls of my vaginal passage. With one last shudder, one last hot cum, I collapse against the wall. His body, heated and sweaty, rests against mine as we try to regain our composure.
Raucous applause and cheers erupt behind us, and I can only smile in contentment. Startled my new lover rushes to close his fly but it’s too late. Everyone’s already seen it. Only slightly embarrassed myself I pull the hem of my dress down, checking that my nipples aren’t hanging out, and brush my hair back from my face. I reach up, slowly trace my tongue across his lips.
“Keep the panties” I murmur. And walk away.

The cover charge was a hundred dollars and the drinks were overpriced. I drained a scotch on the rocks and had two beers. I was plenty buzzed and the tobacco smoke, dim lighting and soft music set a relaxing atmosphere. The bar was in the middle and was surrounded by high back chairs and large couches, comfortable. Small, square, black tables complemented each couch and chair. Three or four women were seated on each couch. One man occupied each chair. Each woman was between age eighteen and thirty five. All of them had shapely, thin bodies and silky, beautiful hair. They were good natured and happy. They were nymphomaniacs.
The women were welcome at the lounge and paid no cover. They drank free and they had full access to all the amenities of the establishment. I watched from a bar stool as one woman on the couch nearest my side of the bar removed her skirt and panties and sat with her legs apart, rubbing herself and making eyes at the men in the chairs. The man on her right had his penis out of the zipper of his pants and was bending it and rubbing the head, staring at her thighs and her fur. She raised her leg to allow him a better view; she sat back with one leg bent at the knee, the knee against her chest, half of her ass raised from the couch, her fingers moving in and out, glistening. She smiled and purred as she continued this and the man to her right came after about ten or fifteen pulls. I was hard and was rubbing the outside of my pants. I noticed three or four small wet spots on the front of my pants. I finished my fourth beer and moved to a vacant chair.
I was about five feet from a couch where a petite red head sat with a full-breasted Asian woman and a leggy brunette. The red head was using one of the amenities of the establishment. I studied it the last time I visited the lounge and had since masturbated to the idea of it many times. It was a small oval shaped box. The front of the box had protruding soft rubber pieces that resembled human lips. The lips vibrated at a high speed as they moistened. The object was pushed against the vagina, passed the labia, surrounding the clitoris. The near silent buzz could be heard from my vantagepoint and my cock was free. The red head’s pink nipples stood erect, her skin full of goose flesh, as she held the device against herself. She pushed her heals into the cushions and was on her knees, squirming her hips and ass, her navel was small and her tummy was fleshy but flat. Tiny drops of sweat ran down the backs of her thighs into the pits of her knees and her stomach was shiny with sweat. Her gyrations and her perspiration accentuated her curves; I was pulling my foreskin at a steady pace. She continued to hump the machine, turning and rolling on the couch, rubbing against the Asian and the Brunette. The Asian pushed her nipple into the red head’s mouth as she sucked and the brunette watched and finger fucked herself. The palm of her hand slapped her pussy as her three fingers rammed in and out in a skin colored blur. Her ass cheeks shook and the insides of her thighs quivered as she reached climax again and again. I was beating myself quickly; my head was becoming raw and my balls were tight and bruised feeling. But I had never been so hard, my cock felt like it belonged to a stranger, it was so tight and thick. I let my cock go and rested; I wasn’t ready to finish.
I was offered a blowjob for fifty dollars by one of the waitresses. The waitresses/whores wore thong panties and short shirts that exposed their navels. A few of them were gorgeous and most were ok. This one was a little overweight with a pretty face and huge tits. Her legs were average and her ass was big and round. She was no model but her large breasts and full hips made her seem built for sex. I was rubbing myself again as I listened to her sales pitch and watched the red head and her two friends in the background. The whore’s fat tits and ass would feel really good, ten times better than they looked and even better than those hard bodies on the couches. I downed my fifth beer and agreed to pay for her services.
I felt her hot mouth on my cock and I watched the red head going down on the brunette while the Asian girl was on all fours, on the floor in front of the couch, two fingers in her pussy and two others in her ass. She was entertaining a gentleman who was now wiping the cum from his abdomen with his undershirt. The whore bobbed up and down with a practiced skill. I looked down at her big ass and wondered how it would feel with her fat, cold ass cheeks against my thighs and stomach as I poked her form behind. I looked around the room and witnessed at least a dozen scenes similar to the one I was taking part in. The overwhelming imagery of skin and sweat and the sounds of moans and grunting engulfed my senses and finally subsided and fell to the background of my awareness as I began to concentrate on the sensations of my cock. The whore’s tongue was flicking and licking on the underside of my head and swirling around and around as she bobbed up and down, the back of her throat squeezing me as I thrust forward, her teeth gently scraping the shaft on each stroke as she applied just the right amount of suction. Periodically she pushed all the way down to the bottom of my cock and licked my balls and pulled my pubic hairs between her teeth. She reached up and pinched and rubbed my nipples with my cock in her throat. My head fell back and my eyes were pressed shut. I reached down and pushed her head down and down and down on my dick. I was fucking her mouth. I came, making sounds like a woman, my legs were stretched straight and were aching with cramps and my ass was rock hard in my chair. I released a burst into her mouth feeling the pressure release, almost able to hear it expulse. I laid still, the image of the room burned into my view field, my eyes were still shut and my whore had left with her pay.

I met him when I was an eighteen year old temp just out of high school. He was the hottest and most sophisticated guy I had ever met. I wanted him to think of me as a mid-twenties sophisticated career girl and I think he did; until he entered me.
I had a two week assignment at his company while the regular secretary was away on vacation. He had a team of four employees plus the secretary I was temping for. The four other guys were all single and good looking, but my boss was hot and he was the one I really wanted. He was 25, owned his own company and had the self assurance and sophistication of a young and successful entrepreneur. I had never had any trouble getting asked out by guys I wanted to ask me out. I was a fox and I knew it. My long jet black hair, blue eyes, peaches and cream complexion, long legs and bigger than average bust never failed to get the attention I craved. I had had lots of boyfriends since I started dating and had done some very heavy petting, but was still a technically a virgin. I say technically because I had given oral sex to three of the guys I had dated in order to avoid having intercourse. In fact, I had become a truly great cock sucker in order to keep my virginity and I was proud of my skills in that department.
I started flirting with Ryan my first day on the job, but he was all business and remained so the entire two weeks I tempted for him. The other four members of his team were all great guys and really cute and after the first week of being totally ignored by their boss I began a joking flirtation with all of them and even hoped that any one of them would ask me out. I even wore some outfits that were a little over the top, but at the end of my second week, even though I had made it plain that I wouldn’t mind seeing more of any of them; no one had asked me out or for my phone number even.
At 5:00 PM on my last day Ryan gave me my check, thanked me for the last two weeks and said, now that I was officially no longer an employee would I like to have dinner with him Saturday? I was stunned, but said yes.
The next day he picked me up in his Porsche and asked me how I felt about a rack of lamp with roasted potatoes and vegetables. I told him that I loved a good piece of meat and he laughed and said that he was happy I wasn’t a vegetarian as he had spent the whole day cooking. When we left his car and got in the elevator he took out a card key that allowed access to the top floor of the apartment building. His apartment was the penthouse. While we were going up the elevator I made the decision that he would be my first and began to feel wet.
Dinner was accompanied by a really fine French wine. Dessert was crème brulee and coffee. Afterward we went into the living room and had a glass of port. After my second glass of port I was feeling very relaxed and very horny and was thinking about making the first move when Ryan leaned over and started kissing me. After about half an hour he had my silk blouse and bra off when I stood up and dropped my skirt around my feet and said to him lets go into the other room. He looked at me for a very long time and I had never felt so sexy in my life standing in front of him in white thigh highs, black pumps, a thong and nothing else. After what seemed like a few minutes he said, “Don’t take the shoes and the stockings off, but let’s lose the thong”. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but I smiled and rolled my thong down and dropped it to the carpet and stepped out of it and stood nearly naked in front of him. I wanted him to think of me as a mid twenties sophisticated career girl, but standing nearly nude in front of him I felt like the eighteen year old virgin I was.
In the bedroom I undressed him and when I finally got my hand around his penis I was surprised at how big he was. I started by giving him my most expert head and I could tell by the wide eyed appreciative smile that he was impressed. Then he rolled me onto my back spread my legs open and began to guide his penis into me. I closed my eyes and clutched the bedspread with my hands. I did not want him to know he was my first, but after a few minutes it was obvious. My eyes were still shut, but I could feel the hesitation and his look of astonishment. He then withdrew and began to make love to me with his mouth. That lasted for about twenty minutes and now it was my turn to be impressed. By then I was totally wet and he slowly, ever so slowly, entered me. I gasped for air as the pressure grew inside me. Finally, I could feel that he was all the way inside me and I lay splayed on the bed afraid to move. My eyes were beginning to water, I was having difficulty getting my breath and I was afraid I would bite through my bottom lip. I could feel his eyes on me as he pulled back from me. Watching me as he slowly withdrew himself from me until just the very head of his penis was in, and then, ever so slowly, he began to reenter me until he was once again fully inside me. Then he repeated the slow withdrawal and the slow reentering of me again. After the third time I could feel myself rising off the bed to keep as much of his penis in me as possible when he began to withdraw. After a few more minutes my legs came up and encircled his and my hands clasped his ass as I began to moan and lift off the bed. I heard him chuckle and finally opened my eyes. He was staring into my eyes and I felt like a small helpless animal offering itself up as prey as I completely surrendered to my lust.
I had never had an orgasm, but now I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. His rhythm increased and now he was easily filling me with each thrust and I could feel my vagina opening up to him more and more. Then I felt him expanding in me and cumming, but I wasn’t ready. I pleaded with him not to stop. Not to leave me hanging like this, but I could feel him shrinking away and finally falling out of me. I began to plead with him do it to me again, but he laughed and said maybe in another hour. We cuddled for awhile and then I began to suck him back to hardness. I could feel him getting harder and harder and when I knew he was close to cumming I tried to stop, but he put his hands around my head and began to thrust into my mouth and before I could stop him and myself he was cumming into my mouth.
I began to cry in frustration. He said he was sorry, but I was just too good of a cock sucker and he had to cum in my mouth and that he was finished for the night. I told him he was a selfish bastard. That it wasn’t fair to me to be left so turned on and horny. I told him that I felt like getting dressed and going to the nearest bar to find someone to take care of my needs. He just looked at me with a quizzical look on his face. Finally I said, “God I’m so horny I feel like I could just fuck all night long and you tell me you’re done for the night…SHIT!”
Ryan looked at me and said, “Are you sure?”
I answered, “Sure about what?”
“About being able to fuck all night long”
“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life”
With that he said, “OK” and picked up the phone and hit one of the speed dial buttons.
I couldn’t figure out what he was doing until I heard him say, “Todd, Ryan here. Call the rest of the guys and get over to my apartment pronto, I have an emergency on my hands” and hung-up.
I was stupefied.
I said, “Wait a minute…I’m not that kind of girl”
Ryan’s response was, “And I’m not that kind of guy”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean I am not a selfish guy, I am going to see to it that you are taken care of. That all of your sexual needs will be more than satisfied by my team of guys. I am going to give you a night of sexual pleasure that you will never forget.”
“But, I can’t do …I’m not some slut that…my god you want me to ….”
“I want you to enjoy yourself. I know that you find all of the guys attractive and they really like you as a person and think you are very attractive too. All of them wanted to ask you out, but I asked them to wait until you were no longer an employee and I could have an equal chance to ask you out.”
I was speechless, but I knew that with every passing minute I was getting closer to a gangbang. Ryan leaned over and kissed me and said, “Honey relax, just enjoy yourself” and he began to kiss and caress me.
I knew that I wanted to do it, but I didn’t want to be “that kind of girl” and I told him, “Ryan, I’m not that kind of girl”. He laughed and said, “What is that kind of girl? I know that you were a virgin until an hour ago so of course I know that you have never done anything like this before, but doing something like this does not make you a ‘bad girl’. It makes you an exciting uninhibited woman, the kind that men dream of being with”.
The door bell rang and Ryan asked me, “Do you want me to let them in?”
I answered yes.

The clouds rumbled overhead. The Virgin walked unsteadily towards his destination with his sneakers sinking into the soft mud with every step. He was going to see Her. It was time he was made a man. He shivered as the cold wind blew over him and he clutched at the sweaty money in his pocket to make sure it was still there. Soft misty drops brushed against his face. He shivered again.
He could see the shack now. It was a place many boys had come to be made men before, and many more would yet. The house was old, older than some could remember and showed it’s age badly. It had never been painted. It was a was a simple wooden affair, almost like a cabin with covered front porch. He could see the Whore on the porch. She was standing there, waiting for him like she had all the time in the world to wait, and she seemed oblivious to the cold or weather. She was wearing a simple black dress, and she leaned against the house with her arms folded and smiling coyly.
As the Virgin stepped up onto the porch, she took his hand and helped him up. She ran a finger down his chest and looked into his eyes. He swallowed hard as he looked back into hers, and pulled the money from his pocket with his shaking hands. Her smile widened as she gracefully took the money from him. She walked her fingers down to the fly of his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly while looking into his eyes. The virgin shivered, but not from the cold. She reached into his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. She grasped it firmly and ran her thumb over the thick purple head. Then she suddenly started to pump it rapidly. The Virgin moaned and then yelled as a thick line of semen shot from his cock. The whore smiled and licked her fingers, sucking the stickiness off each one, before grasping him again and leading him into the house. The rain began to pour.
It was warm and dry and softly lit inside. There was a large bed and a table beside it, and not much else. The Whore pushed him down onto the bed. She stood up and slid out of her dress, leaving nothing but her stockings, garter belt, and a pair of sheer black panties. She cupped her large bare breasts and ran her tongue over her lips. She knelt at the bed and took his cock in one hand. She flicked her tongue with feather light touches along the head of his cock, then ran her tongue down the side. She took the head into her mouth, and began to suck it softly, slowly taking more and more of his cock into her mouth each time, until her lips would slide down to his balls and back up to the very tip each time. The boy moaned as the soft thunder outside grew louder to match him.. The whore released his now rock-hard cock from her mouth, giving it one final lick along the underside before, standing up to remove her panties.
She lay back on the bed beside him with her legs spread wide. The whore spread open her cunt with her hands and looked at him expectantly. The Virgin swallowed hard, and moved his head to her crotch, smelling her sweet musky fragrance. He tentatively kissed her on her cunt, than looked up into her eyes. The Whore smiled and nodded her approval. He began to kiss along her slit, up and down, then gave it a nervous lick. The Whore shuddered. The Virgin smiled and began to lick harder and with more fervor up and down her wet cunt. The rain began to pour heavily outside as the Whore moaned and pressed his head against her. She screamed when he ran his tongue over her throbbing clit, and when she did, he began to lick there hard, running his tongue back and forth over it. The wind howled with the Whore as her legs trembled and squeezed his head, and her hips pushed against his face. She screamed as she came.
She sat up panting and smiling with her hair slightly mussed, and patted the boy admiringly on the cheek. She reached over to the table beside her and opened a small drawer. She pulled out something that looked like a toothpaste tube. She poured a clear gel into her hand, and then began to rub it over the Virgin’s cock. The Whore wrapped around his cock and spread the cool gel over his warm cock. She squeezed with each stroke. The boy panted with excitement. The thunder roared outside.
She then bent over and handed him the tube. She spread her ass with her hands and looked at him. The Virgin crawled up to her, and placing a hand on each ass cheek began to lick along her ass crack. The Whore sighed appreciatively as his tongue slid up and over her asshole. He kissed her there, then poured the thick gel into his own hand. He began to rub it over her asshole, then pushed a finger into her. He pumped it in slowly. He took the tube and placed it into her asshole, a squeezed a good amount into her. The Whore shivered slightly. He began to pump two fingers into her slowly. The Whore moaned. Lightning flashed at the window as he knelt behind her.
He placed his throbbing cock at the entrance to her now well-lubed ass. He ran his cock slowly and teasingly up and down her ass crack as the whore wriggled beneath him anxiously. Then he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her asshole. The Whore gasped and swallowed. He pushed his cock deeper inside, going slowly. The Whore rubbed at her clit and moaned as she was filled up completely by his huge cock. He pushed and pushed until at last he was a the way inside her. He stood still a minute feeling their hearts beat together, then he began to slide out. He pushed back in again with a little more force, then slide back out again.
The Whore whimpered underneath him as he slid into her faster and faster. The rain pounded outside against the house as he pounded against her with his moans getting louder. The Whore started to scream and cry, and thrashed underneath his body as she was wracked in powerful orgasm. She screamed to God and Heaven and swore as she felt his huge throbbing cock invade her hot tight ass over and over again. He was yelling now as the thunder continually boomed outside, and his cock was burning with the need to explode inside her. As the Whore came again her ass clamped down hard onto his cock. He screamed as he shot thick globs of come deep into her.
The rain softened. They lay on the bed exhausted. Her asshole throbbed around his cock. He slide out of her and stood up. He walked over to his jeans and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one and offered one to her. They both lit up a inhaled deeply as the rain pitted softly against the house. He pulled on his clothes and walked out the door with his cigarette still lit. She followed him to the doorway.
The Whore blew a kiss to him and waved goodbye until next time. The Man waved back and began to walk down the soft muddy earth and gravel back home.

The rain slammed hard down on the little white sedan as it drove through the night.
David was tired. He’d had a long day at work and wanted to get home and relax. He hated working at a restaurant. God, how he hated it. People giving him attitude, people being downright annoying, but perhaps most of all his superiors. Taking orders from some uninteresting half wit and having to smile and nod.
He worked at the Red Lobster, and he couldn’t stand it. Not a bad job for a twenty year old, but still… something else would be quite preferable.
After what seemed like an eternity driving through wall after wall of rain he recognized his street and finally his driveway. He drove up and parked, getting out to smile for the first time all day.
Independence. Ever since he’d moved out of his parent’s home one thing he could always seek refuge in was his own home. Feeling better and better as he walked inside, he decided to go pour himself a drink and have a seat on his couch.
David was a slightly more sophisticated drinker than most men his age. Twenty year old college guys were chugging out of beer bongs and gulping down jack daniels, he was having moderate drinks of crown royal and eating dinner with riunite lambrusco.
After his first sip he looked over at the computer and thought that might be a perfect way to relax.. go on literotica or some place and find some equally tired and horny girl.
Shit, he was sold. He got up and turned the computer on, having a seat in front of it. He felt better already.
Once he got on he found himself at the name point. Damn. He was never any good at that. He didn’t want to write some silly obnoxious name like “i’ve got a big dick” but at the same time who wants to talk to “music fan”? He hated this part. Eventually he settled on “Jeff”. It wasn’t his name, and it was the best he could come up with.
“Jeff” went on and hit up a few different girls, all either too busy or too arrogant to reply. He never understood that; you’re on a goddamn cyber site, he’d think. What makes you so much better than me that you can’t answer me?
He was getting a little annoyed when he found “Psique”.
Jeff: Hi, what’s up
Psique: hi there
Ah, he thought. A response.
Jeff: How are you?
She hadn’t acknowledged the fact that he’d asked her a question. Too many people used “how’s it going” and “what’s up” as greetings and not questions. It got on his nerves.
Psique: kind of tired, really… you?
Jeff: Me too, more or less.. I just got off work, you?
Psique: yeah, actually i did too… long day
Jeff: Same here.. looking for a little relaxation, you might say
Psique: This wasn’t going too badly, he thought. She seemed cool enough, and in the same boat as well.
Jeff: So tell me a little about yourself
Then the screen went dead for about a minute and a half. Fuck. If she was gone or with someone else already… it seemed as though the guys with the “hey baby, let’s fuck” routine did much better than guys like him. He just didn’t fit in with most, and he understood them even less.
Jeff: Are you busy?
David sighed and got up to pour himself another drink. It looked like it wasn’t going to happen now. When he came back, however, he saw that she’d replied.
Psique: haha i’m just getting a shitload of pms..
A wave of relief caught him. He sat back down smiling slightly as he began to type back.
Jeff: Well if you’re busy I’d hate to be a bother is all
Psique: honey, if you were to keep talking to me, i’d like it just fine
Jeff: That’s a relief.. i was thinking the same thing
Psique: giggles
David never thought much of typing verbs like that in chat, but right now he thought it was cute as hell.
Jeff: Well anyways… newayz, as the kids say.. what are you into?
Psique: giggles… the kids..
Jeff: You’re into kids?
Psique: haha nooooo
Jeff: Hmm…
Psique: repeating what you said…
Jeff: suuure you are
Psique: lol
There was another thing that bothered David; acronyms in chat. lol, rofl, lmao, brb, all that shit. He hated it. Once again, in this case, he was loving it.
Jeff: so what’s on your mind?
Psique: frankly dear my mind is on sex
He felt a little pang in his pants at this.
Jeff: What do you like?
Psique: i love to suck cock
He felt it again, stronger this time. Time to cap his night.
Jeff: Really
Psique: crawlin in your lap
Psique: kissing your neck
Jeff: Wrapping my arms around you
Psique: rockin my hips against you
Psique: unbuttoning your shirt.. kissing your chest
Jeff: Running my hands up and down your back
Psique: kissing down your stomach
Dear lord, he thought. Here it comes.
Psique: unzipping your pants
Psique: pulling you out
Jeff: God that feels good
Psique: jacking you a little.. giving the tip a kiss
Psique: breathing heavily on it
Jeff: mmm
He didn’t know what else to go with but “mmm”. This girl was hot.
Psique: squeezing a little on you
Psique: licking at the tip
Goddamn, this girl knew all the right things to say, it seemed.
Jeff: Getting so hard
Psique: lowering my mouth… taking you in..
Psique: swallowing you
Psique: my tongue moves all over your cock… tasting it
Jeff: fuck
David almost didn’t notice himself masturbating faster and harder every time she said something, and he might not have had he not been about to cum.
“Shit.”
His cock shot a couple wads into a thankfully prepared tissue. Once his orgasm subsided, he felt embarassed that he’d gone so fast cybering. He walked up to throw the tissue away and came back to find a new message.
Psique: god, you came already?
He was a little startled by this.
Jeff: No, no, keep going… you’re really good at it
Psique: please. you just came into some tissue and ran off to throw it away
…What?
Jeff: What the hell are you talking about?
Psique: I can see you
He froze at this. He looked at the window in the kitchen from which he was clearly visible and saw nothing; there was too little light. Still, he decided to call her bluff.
Jeff: I haven’t the slihtest fucking idea what you’re tlaking about
He was mispelling his words. He was trying not to, but he was getting a little nervous.
Psique: okay, well let me make it a little more clear… give me your email
What?? Fuck no.
Jeff: No way
Psique: c’mon.. it’ll be fun…
Quickly David went to yahoo and implemented a new email account. As he did this he continued talking so she wouldn’t suspect as much.
Jeff: fine… but what kind of fun are we talking about here?
Psique: you’ll see
Jeff: i don’t even get a hint?
Psique: you’ll like it
By this time he was done.
Jeff: okay, it’s diamonddogs01@yahoo.com
Psique: …strange… whatever
Psique: give me a sec
He waited impatiently. He kept looking over at the window, getting a little jumpy. After a while he figured that maybe she was just being silly. After all, she had been right, maybe she’d called him on it. He was just being paranoid. Yeah. That’s all it was. Now that he’d calmed himself, he awaited her email.
Psique: alright, there you go
Jeff: cool, let’s see
He signed back in and saw the inbox link with a 1 next to it. He clicked on it and saw the subject “Check this out” and clicked on it. The email had no words, just a picture of him masturbating into a tissue, taken from the left angle, where the window was.
David broke into a cold sweat. What the hell could he do now. Maybe she wanted to talk.
Jeff: okay, um..
He had no idea how to mask his terror.
Psique has signed off.
Shit! He was screaming in his head. What could he possibly do now? There was some crazy bitch outside his house. maybe even inside now. Maybe even a guy. Shit shit shit. He shut off the computer and zipped up his pants. He had to search the house, and then outside.
He had no real weapons, only half of a broom handle. He picked it up and slowly walked through the house.
David slowly crept out of the living room into the kitchen, just behind the wall. Inch by inch the kitchen was revealed to him. Once in, he quickly switched on the porch light and threw open the curtain. Opening the slide glass door, he darted his head out, looking left and right. He looked down to see a laptop and a camera, with a pair of used latex gloves on the keyboard. hurriedly he closed and locked the door and continued moving through the house.
He crept into the hallway, the silence practically crushing. He felt beads of sweat on his head, but didn’t risk removing his hands from the broom handle to wipe them.
He kicked the bathroom door open and saw that the window in there was open. Then he felt the sap hit him in the back of the head and consciousness left him.
Strange visuals haunted him. Discordant music flowed through his mind and everything seemed incredibly abstract. His daze gradually wore off and he found himself on the floor of his hallway. The bathroom door was open and he saw the broken window. He slowly got to his feet when someone kicked him.
“Noo!!”
A loud voice boomed throughout the house. His vision raced over the hallway, but nothing was there. He saw but a quick blur running about.
“Ugh.”
David awoke to the aroma of ammonia. He looked and in front of him was a girl he would’ve found attractive in another place and time. Very cute, long blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a perfect complexion. She was dressed in short cut offs and a tight fitting shirt that exposed her navel. She was barefoot.
He then tried to move and found himself severely restrained. He was adhered to a wall, completely nude.
“Hi!” she said cheerfully.
“What the fuck is going on…”
“Oh come on!” the girl said, in a cutesy school girlish manner. “Let’s have some fun!”
With that she took his dangling cock into her mouth and began sucking on him gingerly.
Despite the undeniable pleasure her hot little mouth gave him, he resisted.
“You.. have to… let me go!”
She ignored him, still licking away at him inside her mouth. He was getting very hard very fast. Little moans escaped him every moment or so as she continued.
“Look, you… you.. crazy-”
She bit him before he could finish. Not so hard as to draw blood, but certainly enough to earn a pained yelp. She began to cup his balls as she continued.
“God.. please…”
She pulled away, her hand still on his testicles. “Jesus! I thought you wanted to have fun! You are sooooooo boring.”
At the she pulled on his balls. Hard. He began to scream as she tugged violently on them. She laughed.
“Don’t be silly! Noone can hear you!” She mocked him. “AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”
Out of nowhere she pulled a small blade out and castrated him. David screamed and screamed, until she tired of the sound and stuffed his severed genitalia into his mouth. The last thing he saw was the six or seven other guys adhered to the wall in the same fashion as he, dead or dying with their own cock in their mouth.
“You know, you guys are all the same,” she went on. “You SAY you want fun, but when it comes along, you get all scared. ‘Oh please, oh please, let me go’. Well fuck you. You’re boring, just like the rest. I’m going to go find me a real man.”
With that she took her blade and sliced him on the inside of both of his thighs and left, leaving him to bleed to death. The last thing David saw was the girl scooping up her laptop and camera and walking out the door.

The next morning, Maxine awoke me with breakfast in bed. Juice, coffee, and toast. I was still dressed as a woman, and she said that when I finish breakfast, I should get out of the clothing. She sat next to me with her head on my shoulder. “I hope you’re not too angry with me for last night.”
But I was. I was furious. She had terrorized me so completely, I don’t remember ever being so scared. While I feared telling her, I had to.
“You scared me very much last night, Maxine. And I don’t know what to do about it. If I complain about anything, I just get punished more. And then you ask me if you hope I’m not too angry. Of course I’m angry, but I’m also scared of you.” I looked away, and I felt her staring at me as I ate.
She finally spoke in a very soothing voice. “Dr. Gruen explained that you probably would be very resentful. But she said that while it works for you to turn your anger INWARD, it doesn’t work for me to, and that the balance we need is for me to be more expressive with my anger and feel that I have some control over what happens to me. If you want to have a good sex life, I have to feel unthreatened. Look, honey, I’m still learning about it myself. But we agreed to put ourselves in Dr. Gruen’s capable hands, right?”
“But even when we were doing s&m, I’d never been as abused as much as this week. I feel like a wet dish rag.”
“Sweetheart, we’re seeing Dr. Gruen tomorrow night again. Why don’t we discuss this all with her. And I start work this Sunday, so I’ll feel better about myself.”
She took a piece of my toast, and fed it to me, then reached over and used a napkin to smooth out some of the makeup I still had on my face. She then looked at me and let out a short laugh. “You look so ridiculous all tarted up like that.” I felt about three inches tall.
There was mercifully no sensitivity exercise that night, and we just watched a video tape on tv, lay down, and went to sleep. “I love you very much,” Maxine said just before we fell asleep, but then she did something strange. As she was settling in, she wrapped her long, thin fingers around my cock cage, and cradled it in her hand. This strange hand immediatly brought my cock to erection, and hurt me. But she didn’t let go, and we fell asleep like that.
The next night, we both arrived at Dr. Gruen’s office at 7:00 p.m. for our session. We went in, and instead of chatting for a while, Dr. Gruen told us that she wanted to give us a full hour, and couldn’t go longer because her group session was starting at 8:00 sharp. “It consists mostly of couples like you,” Dr. Gruen said. “I’d like you to stay and sit in for tonight. Perhaps you’d like to join.”
We sat right down, and both Dr. Gruen and Maxine lit up cigarettes.
“So, Franklyn.,” Dr. Gruen said through a cloud of her cigarette smoke. “We are tonight mostly concerned with your reactions to the exercises. Let’s start with the first one. Why do you think I had you beg Maxine to sleep in your room again?” Dr. Gruen stared at me waiting for an answer.
I just looked at her, and then to Maxine, who was puzzled that I wasn’t answering.
After a moment. “The answer is obvious, Franklyn. Because she had to feel you really wanted to. As I mentioned, we have to make Maxine feel secure if you want a good sexual relationship, right? And how better will she know how much you care for her than if you beg to do something as disgusting as suck on her dirty big toe while you do so. It was just a symbolic way of showing your love and devotion. From what Maxine told me, you performed very well.”
Performed. Like a trained dog! She took a drag on the cigarette, and let it swirl out her mouth and nostrils. “The Question exercise had a different purpose.” She turned to Maxine. “Why don’t you play the tape?” Maxine brought the tiny tape recorder out of her pocketbook, set it on the desk, and flipped it on. Maxine was playing the tape she had made of her Question Session with me, which I didn’t realize she would do. But this would at least show how she had coersed me into some of the answers.
After each important question, Dr. Gruen stopped the tape, and discussed. “Franklyn, you are a mass of contradictions. First, you say that you love and trust Maxine here, and then you say that she hurt you by making love to other men. Why are you so confused. How can you trust someone, and accuse them of that. Besides, Maxine explained that she was in a situation where she had no choice.” Dr. Gruen stared at me. “In fact, you should be thankful that she had enough insight to gracefully get out of the situation without your help.”
We listened some more to my being forced to reply that Maxine was a good lover, and that while I resented the cock cage, it was kept on me because I wanted to develop a more harmonious sexual relationship with Maxine. “And you even admit that it is your own fault that you can’t respond when the cage comes off.” Dr. Gruen shook her head.
When it came to my being forced to respond that I developed the obsession myself for the smell of her anus, Dr. Gruen stopped the recorder. “Franklyn,” she stared at me. “Our therapy will not work if you continue to lie. How can we help the marriage if you are not honest.” Dr. Gruen was so blatantly taking Maxine’s side, that I couldn’t win. She was ignoring the screams for mercy on the tape that meant that Maxine was torturing me to get the responses she wanted. We kept listening, and Dr. Gruen stopped the tape again. “But, I applaud you for your response about Maxine going to work in the health club Richie owns. You also exercised trust in the question about Maxine making love to another man if her best judgement called for it. That’s an important point, especially considering where Maxine will be working.” I looked at Maxine, whose face had no expression.
“It also shows progress that you will from now on graciously accept her gifts. Frankly, I found it incredible to believe that any real man would object to his wife learning how to perform oral sex like a professional, and then sharing this pleasure with her husband. I’m surprised at you.” I couldn’t believe it. Maxine was looking at me with a hurt expression.
Maxine then popped in the tape from the next night. After listening to it, she said. “A lot of questions about your wife with other men also popped up the next night when you asked the questions. So much suspicion, Franklyn.” Dr. Gruen laughed lightly, and so did Maxine. “Franklyn, this is really your only chance to save your marriage, if you love Maxine.”
“I do, but she was very cruel to me this week.” I pleaded.
“Any crueler than you were in spurning her sexually when she unlocked your cage?”
I had no argument.
“But Dr. Gruen, Maxine was using nipple clamps to torture a lot of those answers out of me.”
“The nipple clamps were part of the exercise, Franklyn. Maxine was told to use them any way she saw fit. And afterall, you weren’t saying anything you didn’t really feel deep down now, did you?”
Dr. Gruen looked at her clock, and saw that it was almost 8:00. She asked for Maxine’s help in her kitchen to prepare coffee for her group. As they were leaving, Dr. Gruen said. “I’m a little disappointed in your progress. We’ll discuss your empathy exercises next time.
She asked me to set up seven chairs in the middle of the living room in a circle for the group, and to answer the door if anyone rang. In the next 10 minutes, five couples showed up. Everyone of them was a respectable looking couple, covering many ethnic groups and socio-economic classes. I noticed that there were going to be 12 people plus Dr. Gruen, but only seven chairs. I looked around for other chairs, but found none. The group stood and mingled for a few minutes before Dr. Gruen returned from the kitchen with Maxine.
“Be seated everyone.” Dr. Gruen said, and casually clapped. It was then that things got a little bizarre.
As if by rehearsal, two men and three womem sat down in the chairs, and their mates, the other two women and three men, sat right at their feet, on the floor. When Dr. Gruen saw me looking, she motioned for Maxine to sit, and for me to sit at her feet. “Not enough chairs, Franklyn, you don’t mind?” It was not a question. I looked around, and the looks I received were of two kinds. The people in the chairs looked slightly amused, and the people on the floor looked at me longingly, with sympathy.
“As you see, group, we have a new couple in tonight. Maxine Vale and her husband Franklyn. Why don’t we go around the room, introduce yourselves and give a capsule of your relationship.”
The couple to her left were in their 40’s, very trim, well- dressed and wealthy looking. The woman in the chair had a wonderful tan and richly colored platinum hair. Her jewelry, makeup and skin revealed expensive care and pampering. She was stroking her husband’s hair as she spoke in a very high- toned English accent. “My name is Meredith Montclair, and this is my husband Martin. We live in a large estate north of here. I have never worked at a job, and have always had servents do our work for us. I never considered myself independent, so it took a lot of courage to face the fact that it was up to me to keep our marriage from crumbling.
“We first came to Dr. Gruen at the suggestion of a friend because my husband had had affairs, I was angry about them, and insisted on finding a way to save our marriage. First we had to do something to stop Martin from cheating on me, so the doctor first recommended what’s called a cock cage. Martin agreed to wear it to keep him from cheating.
I turned to look up at Maxine, who looked as surprised as I was.
Meredith continued. “It was impossible for him to cheat in this device, but it wasn’t good enough, because a few weeks later, he just cut the leather strap, threw it away, and began cheating again. When I discovered this, and confronted him, he said that he couldn’t help it. It was an impulse.”
“That’s when Dr. Gruen recommended Dr. Rekvyk, and a certain operation she performs to assure that males remain faithful.” Meredith touched Martin lightly on the shoulder. “Take your pants down and show them, Martin.”
Martin undid his pants and let them fall. When he revealed his genitals, I was shocked. One of his balls had been surgically removed, and the scrotum sac was sewn up to get rid of the loose skin. Meredith spoke: “Now there is a follow-up operation, in which the other testical is removed, but Martin promises me that it won’t be necessary for him to have it. Dr. Gruen has allowed us to put it all in perspective, without ruining our marriage.” Martin reached up and took Meredith’s hand, and they squeezed each other. “He doesn’t cheat anymore.”
With the next couple, Vinny was sitting in the chair, and Vicki was on the floor, nodding off with her head in his lap. He was in his early 20s, with Vicki possibly being as young as 19. They were an average looking blue collar couple, dressed in jeans and t-shirts.
Everyone greeted them, and Meredith spoke to them briefly. “Vinny, do you still get resistance from Vicki to coming to these meetings?” Meridith asked.
“Tonight I did. She begged not to go. She says that she looks ugly now and is humiliated. I gave her a strong sedititive, and brought her.”
“Good Vinny. And you too, Vicki. You mustn’t miss any sessions.” Dr. Gruen advised her. Vicki kept her head in Vinny’s lap and nodded.
With her straight dark hair cascading down Vinny’s leg, she remained was silent, and just sat on the floor with her head in Vinny’s lap. He just sat cross armed, and spoke. “When I met Vicki last year, she had just graduated high school, but as she came from a broken home, she kept jumping around from guy to guy. A real pin cushion, until I figured out about what she needed. She needed someone to take firm control over her life. We’ve since gotten married three months ago, and for her wedding gift well, why don’t you show the group again, what I got you.”
Vicki then looked up for the first time, and I saw her tortured eyes. She looked spaced out, but it was probably only the sedative. My wondering over her “gift” stopped when Vinny reached down and with one hand grabbed Vickie’s nose, and with the other, yanked Vicki’s mouth open to show a toothless gaping hole. “Ironically, the dentist recommended by Dr. Gruen who pulled out all of Vicki’s teeth to replace them with the false ones said that her teeth were among the strongest and most beautiful she’d ever seen. She probably would have had them till she was seventy.”
“What has been the result, Vinny?”
“Vicki can now give me oral sex with no annoying scratching to my cock, and I make her hold my balls in her mouth for long periods of time.”
I looked across at Vicki, who stared at me, dazed.
“But most of all, being toothless is being powerless. I can get her all dressed up and beautiful, and then just remove the dentures, and she looks ridiculous. She now has the firm control she needs, knows that I hold supreme power over her. She has no say so in anything, from what she eats to what she wears, to when she goes to the bathroom. She is much more fulfilled than before.”
“Do you agree, Vicki?” said Dr. Gruen. Vicki slowly looked up at the Doctor and smiled slightly, a little cross-eyed, and groggy. She just nodded her head shakily.
The next couple was in their mid 20s. There was a great disparity in looks, with the woman, Shoshana, an Israeli, being strong looking with dark features: dark eyes and brows, dark hair, and a dark, evil expression accented by a classic Jewish nose. She was a strong woman, not pretty, but one who evidently was a fine physical specimen. She had the arrogant look of power, the total opposite of Maxine. She sat in the chair, with Steven, her husband, literally down at her feet. He was pasty faced, lumpy bodied, with scarred, pocked skin, a broken nose, jutting lopsided jaw and was generally weak- looking, with short balding hair, and bland styling all around.
In a husky, relaxed voice, using perfect, but heavily accented English, Shoshana folded her olive legs and began her tale. “I am Shoshana, and this is my Steven. We have been here the longest of anyone in the group, three years. Our problem started when we were engaged, and a ‘friend’ seduced my Steven behind my back. I became very jealous, and wanted to get even with him for this weakness. This was before I met Dr. Gruen, so to get even, and make him a little less attractive to other women, I hired three men to beat him up and break his nose. This ended his career as a male photographers model, but not his appeal to other women.”
A model? I glanced up at Maxine, who looked surprised as well.
“Anyway, it happened again, with a different friend, and this time, I came into therapy with Dr. Gruen and Steven. I explained that I love Steven very much, but that before we got married, I would have to be sure that he wouldn’t fall prey to other women. That is when Dr. Gruen recommended Regina — Dr. Rekvyk — who has been undertaking the transformation ever since.”
I just gaped at this lump of a male sitting at this Amazon’s feet. He had been turned from a model toa freak by a medical doctor.
Dr. Gruen spoke, “Steven, why don’t you tell us how your transformation is coming.”
Steven began speaking with a monotone voice. “At my beloved wife Shoshana’s suggestion, Dr. Rekvyk has scarred my face with various acids and scalpels so that it will never heal to the smoothness that it once had. My jaw has been surgically broken in three places and purposely reset improperly. Through various chemicals, I have lost my hair, probably permanently. I am not allowed to get any sun or exercise, and my diet consists of litle vitamins or nutritional value. This is to avoid my growing muscles.”
Dr. Gruen blew out a puff of smoke. “And what has Shoshana’s treatment shown you?”
“That she loves me and does not ever want to lose me to anyone else.”
Shoshana interrupted. “I know that he will never be the same physically, and I am not even done yet. By the time I get through with him — Dr. Rekvyk is planning some nerve and muscle damage — no other woman will ever take him away from me, because no other woman would ever want him.”
Dr. Gruen, “Thank you Shoshana for sharing your story.”
The fourth couple was composed of a young man seated in the chair and an older woman at his feet. They were bikers, man big and powerful, with a mane of blond hair and a muscular build. He was Trump, and looked to be about 25. She was Tart, as tiny as he was big, with a full head of curly red hair, a perfect tiny body, but probably around 37 or so. They were in jeans and leathers, and were the most outwardly s&m in the group, with Tart sporting various tattoos on her breast and back, and one special one on her wrist, like a bracelet, which formed the word “Slave.”
Dr. Gruen nodded to Trump. “Ah, the caveman of the group. Trump, why don’t you recount to the group how Tart became your slave. I use that word because that is literally what Tart is. You bought her, didn’t you?”
Trump pulled Tart’s hair down, and held it beneath his feet. “I actually won her, Dr. She was the wife of a medical doctor who got interested in bikes, and began riding with us, and getting us dope and all. He was really a wimp, and once or twice, Tart would give a cookout in their big backyard for all of us bikers, but she would just sit back and almost sneer at her husband’s low-life friends. Mostly she stuck with her country club set, playing tennis and golf.”
“One day, we wanted to see what Doc had in his pants, and asked him if he wanted to race. The usual challenge called for racing for ownership of bikes. In this case, since he had a great amount of money, and we agreed that it wasn’t a fair wager, we raced for our women. If he won, he’d get my bitch, if I won, I’d own his wife. He must have thought it was a joke or that I wasn’t serious because after he lost, and we wanted to collect, he refused to turn over his bitch to us. “But she’s my wife, and a mother.” We just laughed.
“We then strung him up to a big tree, and told him we’d cruxify him and leave him there if he didn’t place a call for his wife to come down to the tracks right away, and to bring their little girl. He refused, so we pounded a spike right through his left hand, cut the ropes and let him just hang there. When he saw that we would just slowly kill him, and then take his wife and daughter anyway, he gave in. We said that we wanted him to bring them to us.
The first thing his wife says is ‘What do you mean, Trump owns me now? Nobody owns me.’ At this point, Doc showed her his wound. ‘Well, she said, we’ll go to the police.’ But Doc knew that he’d wind up in jail, so he told her they were going to the police station, and instead drove her to us. When she and the little girl got there, we made him lay out the story.
“She was now my personal property, so I renamed her Tart. I owned her. The doctor husband could go home. Their little girl would be taken care of somewhere else until we were sure that no one would call the cops. We assured them that she would be very safe, and all, but that until we were done with Tart, we couldn’t afford him telling the cops. In addition, if he did kick up a fuss, we would tell the cops about the dope he was giving us, and ruin his career. The doctor cried as he left, and we had a good laugh as we passed Tart around for a few weeks until she finally landed back with me.
“I decided that I needed a real slave. So I started making Tart into my slave. There’s nothing she won’t do for me.”
Dr. Gruen smiled.
“Anything to say about that Tart?” Dr. Gruen leaned forward. Tart just shook her head, and looked down again. For some reason, some of the tops in the group chuckled.
Dr. Gruen turned to me and Maxine. “Tart would constantly complain to Trump about the treatment he gave her. Now she doesn’t have much to say, and that is how Trump, her master, likes it. Trump had her vocal chords cut last year by Dr. Rekvyk and Tart will never speak a word again.”

I had my fun day off and went back to work the next day. I told them all that it must have been the one day flu or something. Everyone seemed to be glad I was back since work was starting to back up. Taking a day off in the middle of the week is much better than taking a day off on a Monday or Friday. It mixes the week up and gives a person almost two weekends off in a week instead of only one.
I didn’t forget about my new friend, the Delivery Gal. For the rest of the week, my memory of our meeting would cross my mind and I would break-out in a big smile, and a hard-on. A few co-workers would catch on to me smiling and ask what I was thinking of. I would just tell them that I was looking forward to the weekend. Sure…they would say.
The end of the work week came and was I glad! I had nothing planned for the weekend and decided to let things happen as they would. Sleeping in and catching up on my rest always helps. A good long hot shower and shave made me feel wide awake and refreshed.
A light breakfast and a once over thru the morning paper made me ready for a comfortable Saturday. Now all I needed was a good woman to share it. With that thought, the bell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone so I wondered who it was. Opening the door made my day. It was the Delivery Gal and a sexy co-worker friend.
“Hello there. What a nice surprise!” It really was. Getting a blowjob from her a few days ago and seeing her again now has made my day. Her friend, a nice looking younger woman, was also all smiles. “Come on in” I told them. I closed the door and followed them into the living room.
“You didn’t call me back and I wanted to make sure you were ok” she said. “I told my friend here all about what happened with us the other day, and she wanted to meet you. We’re ahead of schedule by about an hour, so we thought we would stop by and say hey.” Her friend said, “So…this is him…Mmmmmm…I see the attraction” in a very sexy voice. This woman, I thought, is a turn-on.
My Delivery Gal friend came over to my side, touched my cheek with her hand, and brought her lips up to mine. We started to gently kiss. Her lips parted, and she pushed her tongue thru my lips to find mine. I pushed my tongue to hers as we began to “communicate”. Her soft touch with her lips were soothing and I welcomed her affection.
I had almost forgot about her friend until I felt her hand on the curve on my back. With her light pressing, I felt it move down to my butt and felt her squeezing my cheek through my gym shorts. With her other hand, she started at my belly, and worked it down over my cock. When she felt him growing, her hand stopped and squeezed him.
I started thinking to myself, this is going to be my lucky day.
With the Delivery Gal on my left kissing me so gently and her friend squeezing my ass and cock on my right, I was getting turned on…and fast. As her friend let go of my ass and cock, I felt her kneel down and pull my gym shorts down and off. My cock was now free to grow its full length and to be spoiled by their attention. As I felt the Delivery Gal pulling up on my shirt, I broke away from our kiss and let the last of my clothing come over my head and onto the floor.
I looked down just in time to see my cock being engulfed by the cute smile of red lips. I then looked to my Delivery Gal friend and started to remove her top. With her smiling at me, she stood there and let me take off her shirt and bra. Stopping only long enough to squeeze her nipples, I reached down and unzipped her pants and to push them and her panties down.
My mouth dropped when I saw her bare pussy. Her lips were all swollen as lust overcame me. With her friend kissing and licking on my cock, I remembered the Delivery Gal asking me to lick and suck on her the next time we got together. Well, now was the time.
Looking to her friend, I saw she had removed her clothes while keeping me in her mouth. Placing a hand on each side of her head, I told her to let me sit down in front of her. After doing this, I opened my legs as I laid down on my back. She just smiled and bent down to grasp my balls and bring them to her lips.
Looking up at the Delivery Gal, I motioned for her to get in a 69 with me. After kicking off the rest of her clothes, she smiled and said she had been waiting for me to give her some attention since we meet. She got down on all fours and moved over to me. I reached up, grabbed her ass cheeks and guided her pussy to my lips. As my tongue touched her clit, I felt her lips open on my cock as she drew me in.
I’ve been in a three-way before, but that was with another friend of mine and a woman. Now, I was the only guy and this was my first time with two other women at the same time. I love being in a 69 with a woman, especially when she is on top of me and moving around. I like the feeling of breasts pressing on me. That and their pussy rubbing all over my face makes it a must do in love making.
The Delivery Gal was wet. And I mean soaking. This pleases me alot since I love swallowing all the wetness that a woman can give to me. I like the way her honey coats the inside of my mouth and tongue. To show her my pleasure, I gave a little extra attention on her clit.
Bare pussies also turn me on. I have always loved to taste a woman, but if she has a lot of pubic hair, it tears up my face. Bare or shortly trimmed pussy hair is great. There is just nothing between my tongue and a woman’s clit when she is smooth, and my tongue rewards her when she keeps her pussy hair shortly trimmed or shaved.
My hard-on is rewarded when I felt the Delivery Gal and her friend start working on me. I could tell the difference who was working on my cock. When I’m in a 69 with a woman, she seems to take me down further and easier than if she is kneeling in front of me. But, oh, such sweet pleasure! When the Delivery Gal would take me down her throat, she would use her lips and tongue all over my shaft and cock head. Her friend, when she took me in, was lightly using her teeth on my cock shaft. I had never been worked on like that in such a loving way. The head of my cock is tender and never likes to feel teeth, but the attention she was giving my shaft by dragging her teeth up and down and stopping short of my cockhead was so nice.
I lost track of the time that my two new friends were working on me, but the Delivery Gal did rise up so she was sitting on my face. This allowed me to bring my hands up and massage her breasts while she was spreading her honey all over me. Feeling her friend grasping my cock, I felt her climb up on me and hold my hard-on up to her pussy and slowly impaled herself on it.
It couldn’t have been any nicer. The feeling of my hard cock being surrounded by a hot and soaking wet pussy is indescribable. I felt every inch of her slowly coming down my cock as the tightness of her pussy oozed her overflowing wetness down my shaft, covering my balls. I could feel my cock stretching her pussy as she completely engulfed me. Feeling her squeezing me as she ground her hips into mine caused the mushroom head of my cock to expand even more. She slowly, eased her pussy up my shaft until my cockhead was just touching her clit, then eased herself back down, over and over.
The Delivery Gal and I were getting into a rhythm. I found that special spot on her clit that when pressed and licked just right, was making her shudder and moan. Her friend and I had also started to get into a rhythm. Each time she would lower herself down on me, she would squeeze on my cock, causing her pussy to rise just a second, and then lower itself back down. She would then slide her pussy back up, exposing my cock to the air, then slowly lowered herself back down.
As I was squeezing the Delivery Gals’ breasts, I felt her friend’s hands cover mine. I then turned my hands around and brought them to her chest. Breasts and nipples are wonderful to feel and squeeze. No set of breasts are better than anothers, just different. The Delivery Gals’ breasts were good sized and firm. Her friends were larger, softer and had puffy nipples. Its fun feeling breasts. Especially when presented with two sets at the same time. While moving my hands back and forth between them, I soon felt the Delivery Gals hands on her friend’s breasts. When I brought my hands back to the Delivery Gals’ breasts, I felt her friends’ hands on her breasts. Three sets of hands rubbing themselves on two different sets of breasts is something I have never tried before. This feeling caused my balls to overflow. I’m now very close to my cum oozing and flowing into the pussy I was making love to.
We were all getting close. Especially me. The Delivery Gals’ moans were growing more intense now. Her friends climax, I could tell, was soon to come. It was all that I could do to stop myself from exploding.
It was the Delivery Gal that started it. On our first encounter, she told me she wanted me to give her the attention between her legs as she had done to me. Now she was loosing control. Her pussy lips and clit were engorged to their limits as she started to quiver and lift herself just off my mouth and lips. To make sure she would cum hard, I kept lightly licking that same spot that was causing all her moaning.
Her friend…I don’t know how to explain it. When she came, I felt her pussy quiver on the inside, on my cock. She would stop in different places on the way up my shaft, quivering then stopping, quivering then stopping each time, then re-engulf my cock, all at once…over and over. She also had this sexy moaning sound she was making during all of this as I was now sure my balls were oozing cum.
I couldn’t handle this any more. It was all too much for me and I started to tell them so. At that moment, the Delivery Gals’ friend climbed off my cock and moved back between my legs while grasping my balls and lightly squeezing them. The Delivery Gal leaned forward and took my pussy soaked cock all the way down her throat, coaxing my balls to give her my cum.
It didn’t take much. With a soft cry, I let go with all the restraints I had in holding back my explosions. A sharp jolt of pleasure in my balls forced my cum out of my cock and into the loving throat of the Delivery Gal. As soon as I felt one explosion leave me, another soon followed. The Delivery Gal then lifted her lips off my cockhead and was rewarded with another explosion from me on her face. I felt her friend take my shaft with her hand and she too was rewarded with an explosion on her face. She then took me down her throat where I ended my cum explosions in her cock-milking mouth.
The after-sex moment between us all was so tender. The room was filled with ooos and aahhhs and mmmmmmmmms. We didn’t need any words now. Our touching one another said all there was to say.
All good things end in a nice way. This was no exception. We all got up and got dressed. I thanked each of them with a good hug and a kiss. They, in turn did the same. We all promised to do it again and maybe, I could have one of my friends over to even things up. I told them I thought that was a good idea as I kissed them goodbye.
What do you think? Should I call up one of my buds and set it up for next week?

I was awakened the next morning by the sensation of a pair of tongues circling my cock. Jana and Dana were both under the covers kissing each other with my cock in between them and alternately sucking on it. I warned them when I was about to cum. One of them wrapped her lips around me and sucked until I came in her mouth. When I was done, the sisters threw back the covers and began snowballing my sperm back and forth between them while caressing each other’s breasts, asses, and pussies.
Eventually, they each swallowed about half of my cum. Jana went to make breakfast, Dana joined me in the shower to make sure that my back was suitably washed. She made sure that my cock and balls were clean too. I made sure that she was clean everywhere, bringing her to a small orgasm in the process. Dried and dressed, we all three sat down to breakfast, then I made my way in to work.
I didn’t see Sára on the subway, but there were plenty of other attractive women to gawk at as unobtrusively as possible. The morning was spent continuing the development of the marketing pieces for the embassy event the following week, in particular figuring out how to incorporate comments from the U.S. office. Everyone worked together well. I even managed to pay attention to the content instead of to the amount of cleavage that Natasha was showing or the way Mia’s calves flexed as she walked around the conference room in her high heels. We had lunch brought in and mostly discussed things other than work throughout it.
By three o’clock, most of the designs had been sent to the printer’s for them to turn into proofs. There were two left that I needed some additional guidance from the US lawyers on. I was in my office checking email. The main line began to ring just as Natasha was coming back down the hallway from Mia’s office. She leaned over her desk to pick up the phone before it went to voicemail. I couldn’t help but stare as she stretched over the desk and her short skirt rode up.
She was wearing light pink stockings, sort of like fishnets but in a slightly more respectable pattern. As her skirt rode up, I could see that they stopped just below the curve of her ass. I could also see the strap of her pink thong riding between the tanned globes of her ass and the bulge of her pussy between her legs. I did my best to muffle the moan of pure lust that escaped my lips.
Natasha straightened up as she answered the phone. She pulled her skirt back down without turning her head. I looked back at my computer oblivious to the screen and doing my best to burn what I’d just seen into my memory. Natasha turned towards me and said, “It’s Jana. Shall I shut the door for you?”
“Yes, please,” I told her. She leaned over her desk again and pushed the buttons to transfer the call to my extension, once again her skirt rode up over the curve of her ass and exposed her thong to my view. I managed to look away and pick up the phone before she turned around again. I smiled at Natasha as she closed my door and I said hello to Jana.
“Hey, baby, are you horny?” she asked me.
“Yes,” I replied. “Natasha was just showing me her thong.”
“That’s so hot!” Jana exclaimed. “How’d she do it?”
“As she was reaching over the desk to pick up the phone, her skirt rode up about as high as it could go. Then, she did it again when she was transferring your call in. She’s wearing a set of pink, patterned thigh-highs and a pink thong.”
“She’s wearing fishnets?”
“No, not fishnets. It’s a lace and the pattern reminds me of angular butterflies.”
“Ah, I know the kind you mean,” she told me. “I don’t know what you call them in English, though. So do you like her ass?”
“She’s got a great ass,” I told my girlfriend. “But just because she likes to show it off doesn’t mean she wants me to do anything about it.”
“So you don’t think what you saw was accidental?”
“The first time, maybe. As she was transferring you in to me had to be intentional.”
“You should make a pass at her,” my girlfriend told me.
“I can’t,” I said. “I guess I’m just too Americanized, but it wouldn’t be right. Besides, we’ve got a saying ‘don’t shit where you eat.’ What would happen if I made a pass at her and she turned me down? I might get pulled back to America!”
“Do you really think either of those times she accidentally showed you her thong? If you don’t make a pass at her soon, she’s going to get angry at you. Besides, wouldn’t you like to fuck her?”
“Of course, I want to fuck her. I want to bend her over the desk and have my way with her.”
“mmm, tell me,” my girlfriend urged me on. “Tell me how you want to fuck her.”
“I’d bend her over the desk, pull her little thong to the side and slide my cock into her wet pussy. I’d squeeze her massive tits while I fucked her from behind and she licks your pussy.”
“Oh, yes! Don’t stop!”
“I want to fuck her until I cum inside of her cunt and then watch while you lick it out of her.” This was enough for both of us.
As I cleaned up I said, “I really would like to fuck her, Jana, but I think this is one that would be best left in the realm of fantasy.”
“Well, maybe. I still think if you don’t make a pass at her, she’s either going to make more of a pass at you than just showing off her thong or she’s going to get pissed off and make up something to get you in trouble.”
“I don’t think she’d make trouble up, she doesn’t seem like that to me.”
“Well then you better be ready to catch her when she throws herself at you. Are you going to be home on time tonight? Masturbation is fun and all, but there’s nothing like the feel of your big cock inside of me.”
“I’m sorry, honey, but I’ll probably have to work late tonight. There’s some direction I need from the home office, and they aren’t going to have it to me until after 5 pm our time.”
“Well, don’t stay any later than you have to. Call me before you leave?”
“Will do. Love ya.” We hung up. I opened my door, half hoping to see Natasha spread eagled on her desk and begging for a fuck, but she wasn’t there.
I did some other work admiring both Natasha’s and Mia’s charms as opportunity allowed. 5 PM came and my colleagues left for the day. My boss called around then and we discussed the changes that needed to be made. There was one question remaining to be resolved that he was going to have to confirm with the President of the company. We were chatting about various other things– my adjustment to Hungary, the fact that I’d started seeing someone, the various personalities in the office - when there was a knock on the outer door. I told Joe to hang on.
When I answered it, I was surprised to find Dana standing there.
“I brought you dinner,” she said holding up a bag. “and Jana wants me to bring her back a load of your cum.”
I let her in and locked the door behind her. I led her into my office and said, “Just let me get off the phone.”
“Joe? My girlfriend’s sister just dropped off dinner.” Dana had lifted her shirt and was teasingly pulling on her nipples. “Yeah, it’s very nice of them.” Dana put a foot on my visitor’s chair and slid her hand up her leg and lifted her skirt, exposing white cotton panties. “Let me eat before it gets cold.” Dana put her foot back on the floor, turned around, and showed me it was a thong. “Give me a call when you hear from Tom.” Dana bent over and pulled her thong to the side, exposing her ass and shaven pussy to my lustful view. “Talk to you later… Bye.” I hung up.
“You hot little whore!”
“At least I didn’t make any noise,” she said looking over her shoulder and rubbing her pussy. She slipped a finger inside of her cunt. “I’ve been wet since Arany Janos Ter thinking about fucking you and riding the subway home to Jana with a pussy full of your cum.”
She turned around and pressed herself against me. We kissed deeply as I squeezed her bare ass and she stroked my cock through my slacks. “Let’s get Jana on the phone so she can listen,” Dana told me. I hit the speakerphone and dialed Jana’s mobile while Dana dropped to her knees and undid my pants.
“Hello?” Jana picked up as Dana wrapped her hot, thin lips around my cock.
“Hey, baby,” I said, “Your sister is sucking my cock.”
“Oh, good! Make sure you cum in her pussy, though. She can’t keep a load in her mouth all the way home.”
“She does such a good job of sucking cock, though, it’ll be hard to hold back and not blow my load all over her face,” I said. “She’s such a good little fuck slut, I think she might be able to hold a load in her mouth the whole way.” I stroked her cheek. Dana looked up and smiled around my cock. Her blue eyes sparkled. She deepthroated me and I moaned.
“Well, if she does swallow it on the way home, I’ll be really disappointed in her,” my girlfriend said.
I gently pushed Dana’s head away from my cock as I said, “I’m going to eat her pussy.” Dana climbed up on my desk. I pulled her thong off, it was soaked through with pussy juice. I knelt between her widespread thighs and licked her shaved cunt, sucking on her clit and making her moan. Her musky flavor filled my mouth.
“He’s eating me out, Jana,” Dana moaned. “Your boyfriend is such a good pussy licker.” I slid two fingers into her wet cunt and began circling her g-spot while licking her clit. She came within seconds.
After she was done cumming, I sat down in my chair and loudly licked her pussy juice from my fingers. Dana slid off of my desk and onto my lap. “I’m going to ride him now,” she told her sister. She took my cock and directed it into her tight, wet pussy. “Ohh!” she moaned. “His big cock feels so good in my wet, little pussy.”
She began riding my cock, taking its’ entire length into her wet little hole and moaning constantly. I lifted her shirt and sucked on her small, hard nipples. Her short dark hair was flying as she bucked on top of me. I squeezed her ass and held her down so that she wouldn’t pop off my cock. She was screaming things in Hungarian as she came, I could hear Jana moaning over the speaker phone.
“I’m gonna cum!” I cried. I held Dana tight against me as I stood up. I set her down on my desk and slammed myself into her squelching cunt three times before I exploded inside of her with a shout, pumping my seed into her tight, wet pussy.
Afterwards, Dana lay back spread eagled on my desk with her eyes closed. Her shirt was rucked up to her armpits exposing her small tits. Her skirt was lifted up around her waist. I caressed her tits and slowly slid my softening cock in and out of her a few more times, consciously trying to pump the remnants of my load into her pussy. She opened her eyes and smiled up at me.
“Jana, sister-mine, your boyfriend is great fuck,” she said. “Thanks for sharing him with me.”
Jana laughed. “Get your little pussy home so I can taste him,” she said.
I pulled out of Dana and handed her thong to her. She slipped it on, then got on her knees and quickly sucked me clean. Just then the phone rang. I said goodbye to Jana, put myself away, and picked up the other line. It was Joe. I asked him to hold on, while I walked Dana out. I kissed Dana at the door, copping another feel, and we said goodbye.
“So your girlfriend’s sister stuck around?” Joe asked me.
“Hungarians don’t believe in eating alone,” I said. “Besides, I’ve only been dating her sister for a week, I think she wanted to find out more about me.” Joe accepted this, and we discussed the decisions made by Tom and how best to implement them. We chatted a bit more about Hungary, I tried not to oversell the beauty of the women but that would be hard to do. Once we were done, I ate while making the necessary changes to the designs. Then I fired them off to the printer.
I left the office and made my way home. When I walked in the door, Jana, Dana, and Erika were relaxing naked in the bed. I kissed each of them and began stripping out of my work clothes. Jana had enjoyed eating my cum out of Dana, although some of it had dripped onto her thong so Jana had sucked that clean too. Once I was naked, Jana and Dana both began sucking on my cock while Erika began masturbating on the bed.
I pulled Jana up and kissed her. “I want to fuck you and let your sister suck my cum from your cunt,” I told her. She lay back next to Erika and spread her legs. I mounted her and Dana guided my cock into her sister’s pussy. As I started slowly fucking Jana, Dana and Erika began necking and fondling each other.
Jana’s legs and arms wrapped around me and she began moaning. I was grunting with the pleasure of fucking her tight, wet cunt. I started whispering in her ear… “You like that, don’t you? You like getting fucked by a big hard cock? Do you want me to cum inside of you?”
Her moans turned to screams, “Should I cum inside of your wet, little pussy? Cum for me, baby. Cum for me and I’ll cum in you. Cum all over my cock. I want to feel you cum around me, baby.” Her fingernails dug into my back. “Do it, baby! Cum for me! Cum all over my cock!” Her screams reached a crescendo that was cut off when she bit my shoulder. Her teeth sank into my flesh as her body shook beneath me with the force of her orgasm. Her fingernails raked my back. The mingled pleasure and pain sent me over the edge. My orgasm exploded like fireworks in my head and I fired load after load of cum into her pussy. I collapsed on top of her when we were done, crushing her beneath me.
After a second a recovered enough to push up onto my elbows, she pulled me back down with a murmured “I love the feel of you on top of me.” Her legs rubbed from my waist, down my legs and back up.
“Szeretlek,” I whispered to her. We held each other and kissed.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” she said. She looked at my shoulder, “I definitely left a mark.” She put a kiss on it.
“More than one,” Dana said from her position next to us. “He’s bleeding from at least three spots on his back.”
I kissed Jana. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” I kissed her again and crushed her body against mine. “I love the fact that yours was so intense too.” My softening cock slid out of her pussy. I rolled off of Jana and stretched out next to her opposite Dana and Erika.
Dana kissed her sister briefly then moved down between her thighs and went to work. First she slurped up the worst of the mess of cum and pussy juice that was dripping from her sister’s cunt, then she began swirling her tongue around and around Jana’s large clit and between her gaping pussy lips. I kissed Jana and then began sucking on her right breast. Erika began sucking on her left breast. In what seemed no time at all, Jana was having another orgasm. Her legs were wrapped tightly around Dana’s head. Erika and I continued to suck and bite at her firm breasts no matter how much she thrashed beneath us.
By the time Jana was done cumming, I was mostly erect again. Dana licked and sucked me to full strength and I fucked her doggy style while she ate out Erika and Jana watched us through languid eyes. Erika and Dana both came, but I was still hard. I straddled Jana’s head and fucked her mouth. My cock was slick with her sister’s pussy juice, and she let me take my pleasure in her, urging me to treat her mouth like a pussy. She swallowed my final load of the day in its entirety.

This is a continuation of Angela and Devin’s story. You can read more about Angela and Devin in my other submissions. Some are written out of time sequence, but each story can stand alone. Chronologically this encounter occurs immediately after “Angela’s First Lessons”.
In this story Angela has to wait while Devin goes on a business trip. With Devin gone, Angela’s lessons have been put on hold, but she learns some of the rewards that come with her submission.
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Angela walked down the hall toward her apartment door with her back straight and her head high. It took every once of her will to not throw herself at his feet. Her teeth were gritted, she had to force herself to breath. Silently she thought over and over, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t you fucking dare cry.” He had said no more tears today.
Devin did not talk as they had driven her home and had not said a word to her as he walked her to her apartment door. He was aware of her struggle to control her emotions and sensed her resolve would shatter at the slightest word. Everything had been said already. In front of her door, he pulled her to face him. Her eyes were huge brimming with unshed tears, lips trembling. She took a deep shuddering breath and tried to smile.
Devin pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her on the forehead. She sagged against him, the tiniest whimper of despair started to bubble up. She jerked back and pushed him away. Her shoulders quivering, she turned her back to him and fumbled in her purse for her key. As she stepped through her door she felt the first tear tumble down her face. She turned to say something but he put his fingers against her lips, hushed her and pulled the door shut between them. Angela sank to the floor stifling her sobs.
Devin leaned his forehead against the door, fighting every urge to smash down that door and drag her back into his arms. He silently cursed himself for his weakness. He should never had started this when he knew he had to leave in just two days. But she had been so perfect. He had never met a woman whose temperament and needs had so perfectly complemented his. They had barely started to bond and now he had to leave. To be gone now when those bonds were still new and fragile could be disastrous.
He knew he had to trust to the strength he had sensed in this woman. He also had lots of plans to keep her busy even if she was not with him.
Angela sat struggling with her hair. He liked her to wear it down and loose while they were together but after a day of tumbling around in bed, it was hopelessly tangled. She soaked her curls in a deep conditioner detangler and began to systematically comb out each ringlet. After she was satisfied that every knot was gone she stepped into the shower and washed her hair. Dry her hair hung down as far as her breasts but as it got wet and hung down straighter, it hung almost to her waist. She knew it was beautiful but daily care of this wild mop was time consuming and tiring. Quickly finishing her shower she stepped out and wrapping her hair in a towel she stopped to look at herself in the mirror.
She was somewhat disappointed to see the same woman that had looked back at her a thousand times before. She felt so different that she had somehow expected to see some sign, some transformation in her appearance to match the changes she sensed inside herself. Looking closer, the corner of her mouth turned up as she saw a faint ghost of a hickey perfectly circling one of her nipples. Her mind spiraled back to being bound, standing painfully on her toes as he sucked on her. A flash of pleasure bounced around inside her like a pinball, careening from her nipple to her belly, finally falling down into her cunt causing echoes of all the orgasms she had experienced this weekend to resound through her.
She turned and was happy to see the welt that the cane had left across her ass was still bright red. She touched it and was thrilled when it still stung at her touch. Her cunt began to throb. “Damn you Devin, what the hell am I going to do for the next two weeks.”
She was startled by a knock at her door. Her heart lurched. Could it be… She looked through the peek hole in her door and her heart sank, it wasn’t him. It was a delivery man. He had a flower in a vase in one hand and a bag in the other. She called through the door, “I didn’t order anything.”
“Miss Halifax, Mr. Devinikos has asked me to deliver these to this address.”
She slipped a five dollar bill under her door. “Put them on the floor by the door and leave.” She had lived in New York long enough to be extremely wary of opening her door to anyone she did not know.
When the delivery man left she eagerly opened the door and drug her treasures in. In a lovely cut crystal v