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Wife paid my debt

admin — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 10:17:46 +0000

My wife Melissa and I had been married for about 2 years. We both work
full time, and for the most part live a fairly normal life. Melissa
works at a Dr's office as a receptionist, and I am in sales. We met in
college and have been together ever since. 

Mt wife is gorgeous, and I have grown used to men staring at her. She is
26, 2 years younger than me,  5'5 with long blondish brown hair. She
has tan skin, and probably weighs about 120 lbs. She has the best legs
and tits of any woman I have ever been with. Her 34C's are amazingly
perky, and she turns heads wherever she goes. 

A few months ago, we got into a bit of financial trouble, and were in
danger of being kicked out of our apartment. Actually, I should say
that I got us into some financial trouble. I had accrued a bit of debt
with my bookie, Greg betting on football games, and now had to find
some way to pay this guy. I had managed to keep this from Melissa as I
handled all of our finances, but I knew I would have a tough time
explaining why we were suddenly homeless. At this point, we were 2
months behind on rent. 

Ron, my landlord is an asshole, plain and simple, so when he came
banging on our door one night, needless to say I was less than pleased
to see him. Now, while I can't stand the guy, I do my best to stay out
of his way. Ron is a black guy, about 6'4, and still in pretty good
shape for a guy in his late 40's. I'm not tiny at 6', but I knew that
if it ever came down to it, he could probably whip my ass. 

After inviting himself into my apartment, Ron informed me of our
potential evection, and then asked me where my wife was. When I told
him she was back in out bedroom, he was visibly excited. This didn't
surprise me, since Melissa had told me she had caught him openly
staring at her several times as she entered and left the building. "She
sure is pretty, your wife" , he winked at me. "Uh, thanks...." I
responded, wondering what exactly was brewing in his mind. About that
time, Melissa came into the living room, and looked a bit startled as
she saw our huge black landlord standing in the middle of the room.
"Oh, hi Ron," she smiled at him. I watched his eyes scan her up and
down, and wished she was wearing something more than the tank top and
short shorts she had on. 

"So, Chris, you paid Greg yet?" he asked casually, as he eased himself
down onto my couch. My heart nearly stopped beating. "Wh- H- ?" was all
I was able to get out, shocked that he somehow knew about my gambling
debt, and had just exposed it in front of my wife. "Who is Greg, and
why do you owe him money?" , Melissa asked, staring at me. But before I
could even answer, Ron took care of telling Melissa for me.  "Oh,
damn..... you didn't know? Your husband owes a friend of mine about
10k"  Melissa looked shocked and mad as Ron went on explaining that my
bookie, Greg, happened to be an old friend of his, and then he said " I
think I have a way of getting rid of this debt for you two." 

"How?" Melissa asked, her eyes nearly boring a hole through me. 

"Well," Ron responded as he stood up, taking Melissa's hand, "you are a
very beautiful woman, and I would be willing to take care of this
mistake your husband has made..... for a small price" 

"YES! Anything! Oh my gosh Ron, we'd do anything!" Melissa gushed,
obviously excited at the prospect of NOT having to pay out nearly twice
as much money as we were worth to my bookie. Ron's grin could not have
been bigger as he slid his hands down to my wife's hips, his eyes
inspecting her breasts. "Well  I sure am glad to hear that babydoll" he
said, eyes still locked on her body, which was just inches from his. 

At this, Melissa realized just what Ron interpreted "anything" as, and
began to pull back a little.  Ron jerked her body by her hips hard
against him, and I took a step toward him to put an end to this. Before
I even realized what happened, Ron took one hand and threw me back, and
knocked me to the floor. "Now listen here," he said, his tone much more
forceful as he spoke to Melissa. "You and I both know your dumbass
husband can't pay this debt off. Do you know what they'll do to him
when he doesn't, Melissa?" Melissa was standing with her hands at her
sides, Ron's arm wrapped around her waist, holding her tight against
him, their faces just inches apart as she shook her head no. " Well, I
doubt they'd kill him over ten thousand dollars, but they might. They'd
definitely fuck him up good though, or worse, they might come for you."
 She gasped as he continued. "So, I'm willing to take care of this
little debt for you, if you're willing to take care of me." 

My wife was frozen as he slid his hands up from her waist and cupped her
tits. "Baby, p- please..." was all I could manage to get out as I lied
on the floor, head still spinning from smacking it on the floor when
Ron shoved me down. "You didn't really leave me much of a choice, did
you Chris?" she stated flatly as Ron's lips began kissing her neck. Her
eyes closed as Ron began sliding her tank top off slowly, sliding it up
over her tight stomach before removing it completely, exposing her
perfect tits. I could not believe this was happening. This black man,
who I hated, was about to have his way with my gorgeous wife. 

"God damn babygirl," I heard him whisper as his hands slid up, squeezing
her breasts. Leaning his head down, he sucked one nipple into his mouth
as I watched my wife throw her head back. She loved it when I sucked on
her tits. He spent the next several minutes licking, sucking , and
gently biting her now hard nipples, before standing back up, grabbing
her shorts and panties, and sliding them down her legs in one motion. 

Melissa stood, almost in a daze, in front of him as he took a moment to
admire her naked body. "Mmmmm, I love a sexy white woman", he moaned
his hands roaming all over her body. "You ready to earn that payment,
Melissa?", he asked. As she nodded her head yes, he smiled, pushing her
shoulders down, forcing her to her knees. " Take my pants off" , he
ordered, as he removed his short to expose a surprisingly fir body for
a man in his late 40's. I had dragged myself up to the chair in the
corner of the room, and was trying not to watch. But I found myself
unable. I knew Melissa was mad at me, but I could also tell by her body
language she didn't want this. I felt awful, knowing it was all my
fault. Her hands worked to unfasten his jeans, and she slid them down
his legs. I heard her gasp as she slid his boxers down and revealed
what was by far the biggest cock she had ever seen. He was already
hard, and had to have been over 9 inches and was fairly thick too. 

Almost as if it was acting on it's own, her hand reached up and began to
slowly stroke his monster cock as Ron looked down on my wife stroking
his cock. " Go ahead baby, I know you wanna taste" , he whispered, and
I watched as my wife responded by wrapping her lips around his cock and
began slowly sliding her mouth down on him. She was using her hand to
stroke him as she slowly began to take him deeper into her mouth, and I
could tell it was stretching her. Ron's eyes were closed and his mouth
was open, head back as Melissa began bobbing her mouth up and down on
his cock. 

" MMMMmmmmm baby, you sure do know how to suck a cock" , he moaned, his
hands holding her hair as she sucked him. I was surprised at how far
she was able to take him. It looked like she now had about 7inches in
her mouth as she was bobbing up and down on his cock faster. I heard
Ron's moans growing louder and faster, and I knew he wouldn't last much
longer. He pulled her head even deeper onto his cock, forcing her to
take all 9 inches into her mouth and throat. I heard her gag a little
bit as he began pumping his hips back and forth. " MM MM MMM MMMMMM
baby, you gonna make this black cock cum" , he moaned as she slid her
hands up to his ass, holding him in her mouth.Opening her bbig brown
eyes, she looked him directly in the eye. 

"OOOooo fuckkkkk", he screamed as I watched his body begin to shake,
cumming hard into my wife's mouth. It must have been a huge load,
because plenty of it was spilling out between her lips. "God damn
Melissa, you know how to work a cock." I couldn't believe what I had
just seen, but  I was relieved it was over. That is until I heard him
say, "That was probably worth $ 4000. You ready to earn the rest?" 

To be Continued...

The Talk (Fifth Stab)

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:17:37 +0000

Hello everyone. I know I talked about my ex-wife and mentioned my
daughter briefly, but I never mentioned my son. His name is Mike. I
just had to bring him up since this being a sex theme site, I was
reminded of a talk we had some years ago. You know the talk. Oh yes,
that talk. I can't recall how it went exactly, but I think it went
something like this. 

I was sitting around the kitchen table with my wife Kim. I had a bourbon
in front of me and I was looking for any excuse to avoid the
inevitable. My wife was no help. Heck, she had the easy part. 

"Look, Mike is eleven already. He is going on twelve. You know you have
to do this." She started. 

"I know, I know." I said, "But, does it have to be tonight?" 

"What are you going to do, wait till he is in college?" She asked rather
sarcastically. 

"No, I just, um..." 

"Look, he is an eleven-year-old. You know he is showing some interest in
girls. He is just dying for information. He needs it from you, his
father." She said flatly. 

"You're right Baby. I'll go in there right now." I said. 

I hated it when she was right. 

I finished my bourbon and walked into Mike's room. I closed the door
behind me. Mike was sitting on the bed sorting through some baseball
cards. 

"Mike, we need to have a little talk." I started. 

"About what, Dad?" 

"Um, the birds and the bees." I stammered. 

I had no idea why they always say birds and bees. I've never seen any
birds or bees in the bedroom. 

"Ah, OK, Dad." 

"Look, I know you are getting to be a young man now. You are eleven
already. You are probably starting to notice girls." I started. 

"You mean like that hot babe in the third row at school?" He asked. 

"Uh, yes. Like that hot babe at school." 

That was cute, I thought. I wonder where an eleven-year-old picked that
up. Probably from his old man. 

"Yea." 

"Yea, well, eventually you are going to meet a girl and you are going to
have feelings for her. These feelings are going to turn to feelings of
arousal and you two will come together as one in a beautiful moment. It
will be a joyous happening for both of you as you unite." Wow, was I
being evasive. 

"OK." 

I was starting to perspire. 

"What I mean to say, is what you were given between your legs will be
inserted between her legs in a moment of pure joy." I finally exhaled. 

"Oh, you mean we'll fuck." 

"Um, well, yes. I guess you've heard that word before." I added. 

"Oh, yea. Kids use it all the time at school." Mike stated somewhat
proudly.
That's nice to know. Maybe the kid will grow up to be a chip off the old
block I think. 

"Any questions?" I ask somewhat hesitantly. 

"Uh, yea Dad. Does the missionary position provide good clitoral
stimulation?" He asks without flinching. 

"Uh, um...hold on..." 

I leave the room quickly and run into the kitchen. 

"Kim! Kim! Have you been talking to our son about sex?" 

"No, of course not honey. We decided that you should, remember?" She
answered. 

"Of course. Um, does the missionary position provide good clitoral
stimulation?" I ask. 

"What?" She exclaims, "Will you get back in there and talk to your
eleven-year-old and stop worrying about our sex life." 

"Um, of course, Baby." 

I walk back into Mike's room cautiously. Sort of like a lion tamer
entering a cage. 

"Uh, your mother says yes. Anything else?" I hesitated to ask. 

"Yea, Dad. If I'm taking a girl from behind, how do I know if I'm
hitting her G-spot?" 

"Uh, Kim!" I exclaim as I leave the room quickly. 

I run back into the kitchen. 

"You sure you haven't been talking to our son about sex?" I ask. 

"No, of course not. He is an eleven-year-old boy." She says somewhat
disgustedly, "What is the problem now?" 

"Oh nothing." I say as I pour another shot of bourbon, "By the way, do
we still have those marriage manuals?" 

"What?" She exclaims. 

"Oh I just thought it might help me word things better." 

"They're up in the attic. I mean really, just get back in there and talk
to your eleven-year-old son. I mean how hard can that be?" 

How hard can that be? He is just an eleven-year-old. I just have to
remember that. 

I finish my drink and walk back in. I have a job to do and I will do it.
I am the father, after all. 

"Uh, yea, um...you'll know." I stammer. 

I breathe slowly. 

"Anything else?" I ask very slowly. 

"Yea, Judy at school says that your safe word should never be 'more'.
What does she mean by that?" 

I run out of the room. Fast. 

"Kim! Kim!" 

"What now?" She asks, "Why are you sweating?" 

"Are you sure nobody's been talking to junior about sex?" 

"He is an eleven-year-old for God sakes." She says somewhat agitated,
"How hard can this be?" 

She's right. It's not that hard. In fact, maybe I should ask him the
questions. I pour another drink.

Short Story 5 Halloween

Model Home

admin — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 08:49:26 +0000

This is going to be fun, I thought. I can't wait! 

"Welcome to The Hills at Pleasant Point," the pretty Asian sales rep
said interrupting my private conversation. "Have you two been here
before"? 

"No," I replied, staring at dozens of toy house models under a large
glass table. Red "Sold Out" magnets covered only thirty percent of the
mini-homes, which was typical for a new housing development in this
economy. 

"What's the square footage of your largest home?" my lady friend
Kimberly asked. 

"The Stonecrest Plan is a 3,680-square-foot, a four bedroom, is our
largest home." The rep pointed to a corner table. A slightly older
blonde woman stood next to the table with a wide customer service
smile. "We have brochures with floor plans and all the information you
might need," she said as she handed us two brochures. 

"Thank you," I said, "we are anxious to visit one of your units, we've
seen this development from the highway before and it looked nice to us,
we'd like to do the walking tour".  I tapped Kimberly's elbow, turned,
and pushed open the door that led to the three model homes. 

The blonde woman held the door for us. "Oh, just a reminder, we'll be
closing in fifteen minutes." 

"Okay," Kimberly said, slipping her soft hand into mine. "We'll be back
soon." 

Kimberly pulled me away. Outside, we double-timed past the first two
model homes. The hem of Kimberly's sky blue summer dress bounced
against her curvy backside and her smooth as buttermilk legs. 

"Slow down, Kimberly," I said laughing. "What about the other models?" 

She didn't turn. "We don't have much time. We need to hurry." 

I smiled. "I'm walking as fast as I can." 

While run-walking, I stared at the attractive Craftsman-style home.
Very nice, I thought to myself. 

We stepped up to the entryway. "Nice, huh?" Kimberly said, now standing
near the entrance looking sexy. 

"Oh yes, I can't wait to see the inside." 

She opened the door. To my surprise, classic jazz welcomed us. We
stepped inside and admired the dark hardwood flooring. The central air
cooled us from the humid ninety-degree Atlanta summer heat. 

Kimberly's eyes grew wide as plates and grabbed my hand. "Come on, babe
upstairs." 

I didn't say a word; I just did what she told me. 

She skipped up the hardwood steps, giggling like a kid on her way to
Magic Mountain, with me close behind her. I gazed at the craftsman
style chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, bobbed my head to the
jazzy percussion and drum bass that reverberated through the house. 

We reached the top of the stairs. With my wrist still locked in her
tight grip. Kimberly guided me toward the loft. She didn't peep into
the bedrooms, bathrooms or any other room. She already knew her
destination. 

In the loft area stood a large bookcase, a recliner and two leather
ottomans, the perfect chill spot. Kimberly placed the brochures on the
recliner, stepped between the ottomans and placed her hands on the wood
rail that overlooked the living room. 

"All right," she said looking at her watch. "We have thirteen minutes."
Thirteen minutes, I can work with that. I thought. I didn't waste
time. Once I flipped up Kimberly's dress, slid my hands under her white
lace thong and rubbed her creamy smooth ass, we commenced the real
reason why we came to the house. 

I pulled her thong down her legs and onto the floor. I admired her thick
pussy lips glistening with her moisture like the morning dew. Her flesh
warmed my hands, as if anticipation singed her flesh. I unzipped my
khaki shorts. Down to my ankles they went. 

"Damn," I said, tingles tickling my face. "We didn't even check to see
if anybody is in here." 

"No time," Kimberly replied. No fear, no hesitation in her voice. Her
on-the-edge-of-danger nerve turned me on. "We'll take our chances." 

The loft became the perfect lookout spot. I could see most of the living
room and outside through a large window next to the front door. I
surveyed our vicinity one last time before I lowered my hips and
positioned myself behind her sweet ass. Heart thumps pounding me from
within. 

"Hurry up, baby give me that big cock of yours," Kimberly whispered,
pushing her firm butt against my hard pipe. 

I grinned. "Is this what you want?" 

The surround sound of jazz added a seductive melody to our risky
business, setting the stage for a perfect "erotic dance." I spanked my
dark cock against Kimberly's ass hard just like she liked. Then I
maneuvered, and slid my cock inside her. The walls of her tight; juicy;
hungry; naughty pussy. Oh shit, so fucking wet! 

With me swallowed up, her heat dented my watchdog composure. It made by
head dizzy, eyelids slump and mouth drop into a crooked grin. I wasn't
inside a beautiful house anymore. I was deep inside Kimberly, the only
place I wanted to be. 

We grooved together, releasing sweet purrs like the sounds of the jazz
player's trumpet. I buried my forehead in the nape of her neck, her
thick wavy hair rubbing against my nose and lips. Moving strands of
hair, I lapped my tongue along the lines between her shoulders, tasting
her sweet essence. 

"Fuck!" she cried. "You feel so good! I can't believe we're doing this."

My eyelids shot open. Kimberly forced me to concentrate on our illicit
sexcapade. 

I twitched when I saw the chandelier, but maintained my firm stroke into
her moist fleshy folds. I could tell Kimberly's eyes were still closed,
obviously relying on me as lookout. 

I checked the window next to the front door. Didn't see anyone outside
and couldn't hear anything but Kimberly's moans and jazz music. I knew
that could change any second. 

My heart kicked into fourth gear. I started pumping faster. Kimberly's
moans grew louder, my grunts deeper. She spread her legs into a wide
upside-down "V" and nudged her ass further against my steady grind. She
felt so damn good! Fuck! My panicky thrill had collided with the
explosive sensation of my cock skinny-dipping inside her tight pussy.
It spread my haywire hormones into an internal wildfire. 

"Yes, give me that dick! Fuck my cunt, Fuck it harder, harder, fuck it,
baby!" Kimberly groaned out, lost in the rapture of our shared
gyrations. I loved it. 

Sweat rained down my forehead into my eyes. I gritted my teeth, then dug
my nails into Kimberly's wet ass cheeks. She snapped her head back
against my shoulder, expelling a sharp cry. I snaked my hand under her
dress, cupped her large tit, and then pinched her throbbing nipple.
While circling deep inside her, I slowed my pace. Then pounded her
pussy with hard stokes again. Her cries pierced the soft whine of a sax
solo. 

Tingles raked through my back, my legs and even my toes. I yanked my arm
from under her dress, and then wrapped my fingers around the rail next
to her hand, my hard flesh so deep inside her quivering pussy. 

"Fuck!" I moaned. 

Again, I forgot where I was. Or, maybe I didn't care where I was. I
began reaching my peak. A primal urge mushroomed in me. I couldn't
restrain myself from yanking Kimberly's hair and pulverizing her juicy
tunnel repeatedly. Our mutual cries bounded off the walls over the
under-layer of jazz. 

Then I heard voices outside. 

I thought my heart would implode. 

We froze, and then gasped. 

I looked toward the window. Before I said a word, Kimberly whispered,
"It's the sales reps". 

I swear the thunder rumbling inside me could've burst my rib cage. Both
reps were walking toward the house but had stopped in front of the
window to review a stack of papers the blonde woman held. All they had
to do was turn to the glass, look up, and catch the last stages of our
public porno. 

Heat rushed across my face. I swallowed hard and commenced stroking
Kimberly's pussy even harder. We could see them, but they hadn't seen
us...yet. 

Kimberly pushed back onto me. "I'm right there, God don't you dare
stop!" Her body jerked, and then her pussy tightened around my cock
almost sucking me back in. "Please! Fuck this pussy baby, I'm ‘bout
to... cum!" 

She reached behind me and gripped my ass pushing me deeper into her
gyrating cunt... gasping... cursing... moaning. I looked out the
window. Fuck! The reps started walking toward the door! I lost sight of
them, but I didn't stop. Kimberly's tremendous explosions had seized
control of her body. I cupped my hand over her mouth to muffle her
cries as spasms ripped through her. Her teeth bit my finger. I endured
the pain. 

My stomach tightened, arms twitched, eyes shut. My head dropped between
her shoulder blades, teeth clamping strands of Kimberly's strawberry
scented hair. Heart booming... hips slipping and sliding... our faces
pouring sweat. So fuckin' intense. 

My legs went limp. I lost balance momentarily, pushing my knees against
the back of Kimberly's legs. The voices outside grew louder; I thought
I heard footsteps. Couldn't stop, though. I was almost there. I gripped
Kimberly's waist, then I exploded with the force of a volcano. 

A long-winded percussion of horns serenaded our primal finale. Voices
were just outside; I could almost understand their conversation. For a
moment, I didn't give a shit. Kimberly and I were riding earthquake
tremors, but a tap on the door shook us. I opened my eyes, swiping away
strands of Kimberly's hair that had stuck to my wet forehead. 

The front door opened but it shielded them from us. Frantic, Kimberly
shoved me backward, slamming me against the bookcase. She stumbled,
regained balance, and then bent to pick up her panties. My cock dripped
gobs of cum on the bottom of Kimberly's dress and thigh as I struggled
to pull my shorts up. 

I saw the pretty Asian sales rep emerge from behind the door, so I
ducked, smacking my face against Kimberly's ass cheek. She slapped my
arm, giggling. 

"Hello?" one of the women said. I think she heard the ruckus. "It's five
minutes to six. We're about to close." 

We bent down low and back far enough where the reps couldn't see us.
Then I heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs. Kimberly rolled
over onto her back while yanking up her panties. There was so much
exhilaration in her pretty brown eyes. I stood, finally yanking up my
boxer briefs and shorts, and then pulling Kimberly to her feet... just
in time. 

I heard the rep at the top of the stairs, "Excuse me," she said. "We
have to close up." 

"Oh... uh... okay," I said, zipping up my shorts, my back turned to her.
Breathe, breathe! "Give us a se-second. We tripped on the
ottoman." 

I didn't turn around. Kimberly stood in front of me, trying to tidy up
as much as she could. She finger-combed strands of out-of-whack hair
that had covered her eyes, stuck to her forehead, and the sides of her
sexy face. Damn, we couldn't stop giggling. Just like teenagers. 

I realized how much I wanted to make the best of our time together since
Kimberly would only be in town for a week. 

The Asian sales rep walked up to us. "Is everything okay?" she asked
with concern in her voice. 

I grabbed Kimberly's hand and scrambled past the pretty rep. 

"Yes. We're fine." 

Kimberly banged her knee against an ottoman, and then stumbled into the
recliner. I caught her before her face collided with the cushion. She
exploded in laughter. 

When we reached the stairs, I turned, saw the sales rep lift her head,
and noticed the puzzled look. I guess she was trying to figure out
those sticky wet spots on the carpet. Before she could say a word, we
raced down the stairs. 

The other rep was walking out of the living room when she saw us.
"Hello," she said, "how did you like this model?" 

I opened the door. "Love it. We marked our territory here. Can't wait to
come back!" 

A puzzled look came across the blonde woman's face, but she still
maintained that customer service smile. Kimberly covered her mouth to
keep from exploding. 

"That's...um... nice," the woman said. "Hope you come again soon." 

"Oh we will. I'm sure he will make me come again, real soon," Kimberly
replied with a devilish grin on her face. She grabbed my arm and gave
me that same devilish look. 

We darted to freedom, the hot sun almost sitting on us. The Atlanta heat
outside couldn't compare to the inferno we'd created inside, though. 

Kimberly hotfooted a few feet in front of me. I looked down and noted a
wet spot glistening on her left calf. I didn't say anything about it,
just smiled. It was a naughty little memento for my eyes-only. 

We got in the car and then got the hell out of there. A few blocks later
I pulled over and parked. 

I leaned the car seat back, my fingers tapping the steering wheel. We
sat quietly, paging through our naughty thoughts, small grins on each
of our faces. 

Kimberly grabbed a newspaper from the backseat. She flipped through
several pages before she said, "Hey, that movie is still in theaters.
The one with the really bad reviews." 

I grinned. "Yeah? What times?" 

"The last showing is ten-fifteen tonight." 

A minute or two passed. I turned to Kimberly, saw the corners of her
red-glazed lips creep up. 

"So," I said, "I hear that movie is really, really bad." 

She chucked. "Yup. Only made a few million its first weekend." 

Kimberly stroked my knee as she threw the paper in the backseat. She had
a naughty glint in her eyes; the same look she had given me moments
after I suggested we go to The Hills at Pleasant Point for a little
fun. 

"So that means the movie's so bad there won't be anyone in the theater,
right?" 

She nodded. "That's right." Her hand crept up and squeezed my hardening
cock. "We will be all alone in the theater." I watched her right hand
disappear under her dress and her eyes close. "So, maybe after I feed
you something...we will go to the movies tonight?" she said in a soft
sexy tone. 

"Dinner and a movie, huh. Sounds like a plan," I said knowing we damn
sure won't be seeing any movie tonight.

Short Story 5 Halloween

admin — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 16:09:39 +0000

Seeing as it's the Halloween time of the year, I've written this little
story. Hope you enjoy. 

********************** 

Mike and Sandra had planned to go to the Halloween party; the plans
changed somewhat when Sandra developed a splitting headache, leaving
Mike to go on his own 

******************** 

Mike and Sandra were just two ordinary people. Mike was twenty-four and
Sandra was twenty-two. They had been married for three years, and had
been trying for a family the last two years, to date nothing...but they
still lived in hope. Both had good jobs and pretty good incomes. They
made the most of the freedom they had at present, knowing that once a
child was part of their life, their lifestyle would change also. 

Friends that used to accompany them at week-ends, now starting families,
found once junior came along, the free and easy lifestyle they once
enjoyed, was not quite the same...baby sitters had to be found, and
they nearly always wound their way home earlier than in previous years.
Both hoped sooner rather than later, Sandra would become pregnant...it
certainly wasn't for the want of trying. 

Halloween was fast approaching and they decided they would attend the
fancy dress party. 

"Better we go this year.... hopefully we won't be able to next year"
said Mike. 

"Yes...but I'm not too sure how many of our friends will attend... you
know how it is these days" 

They both agreed that this might be their last opportunity and would
each pick a costume for the evening...only on the night would they
reveal what they were going as. 

Mike decided on a blood-sucking vampire, with a mask that made him look
remarkably like batman, hiding his face, and a cape, attached to his
arms, so that when he raised them, they took the form of bat wings. 

Sandra picked a cat woman's costume, again the mask hiding her face and
the appearance of a cat, it was body hugging tight, and showed her
curvaceous curves off to the fullest extent. The only thing was, Mike
was never going to see it on the night of the party. 

The day of the party and Sandra had a splitting headache...it was
getting worse; she tried hard to shake it off, but to no avail. 

"Oh god sorry Mike, I just can't go tonight, my head feels like it is
going to explode. I think I'll take a couple of Panodol tablets and try
and sleep it off. 

"Well if you can't go... neither will I, it won't be the same without
you. I've got plenty to do around here" he explained. 

There followed a you should go, I won't go, you should go, I won't go,
but in the end Mike reluctantly caved in and said "Ok, then I'll go,
but under protest, I'll have a couple of drinks then come home...deal?"
he asked 

"Yes you have a deal, and you don't have to dash back, just have a good
time" Sandra replied. 

Mike dressed, and showed Sandra his outfit. 

"Whow! You look great sweetheart... don't go sinking those fangs into to
many people...especially the women" 

"The only woman I want to sink them into is you" Taking hold of her, and
pretending to bite her neck. 

She took the tablets, drew the bedroom curtains, curled up on the bed
and fell into a deep sleep... the last thing she remembered was the
ound on Mikes SUV, driving away. 

When she awoke a couple of hours later, her headache had gone, and she
felt pretty good, and then looking at the clock she thought. "Oh the
night is still young, perhaps I will put on my costume and go...meet up
with Mike" 

She viewed the dressed image in the mirror. The leather jacket and
leather pants were real tight, it needed a certain type of body to wear
it, and Sandra had the right body, her ass and breasts particularly...
beneath all that leather was a hot looking woman. Calf length hi heel
boots, made the final touch. She strutted the room, stopped posed, then
strutted again. Yes she was happy with it, wait until Mike saw her, but
hey, he hadn't known what she was going to wear, and the mask hid her
face. Being in amateur theatrics she could quite easily adopt a new
voice, sexy, foreign, whatever she wanted, she was good at it, this
could be fun, she thought. 

When she arrived the car parks were full, she managed to squeeze her
Honda, into a small gap. The hall itself was just as full, everybody
was in a very festive mood, balloons, streamers, and posters, the
spirit of Halloween was alive and well. As she pushed through the
crowd, making for the bar, she'd had three proposals, (not marriage
proposals,) and had her ass pinched and felt at least half a dozen
times. Yes Halloween was alive and well. 

Her first drink went down real well, so she ordered a second, and then
began to look for Mike...then she spotted him. 

"Well he seems to be enjoying himself" she thought, a look of annoyance
crossing her face. 

He certainly was enjoying himself, two great looking vampires, danced
with him, one blond, the other long black hair, and their dancing and
general appearance was very intimate and suggestive. 

"So he would miss me would he, wouldn't be the same without me eh" 

He certainly didn't seem to be missing her now. Sandra was the last
thing on his mind. He was having a real good time, and he was going to
make sure it got better. 

Mike made a grab for the blond, held her close, slid his hand between
her legs, groping her. She flung her head back and gave a delighted
scream. He then held her ass, pulling himself hard against her stomach. 

"The bastards got an erection" Sandra said to herself, fury boiling
inside her. He pushed the blond away, turned and grabbed the dark
haired one, again the same procedure, it looked like some sort of
prelude to sex... a heightening of the sexual desires. 

She was about to rush over to him, confront him, unmask him, and
herself, let him know his little game was over... but suddenly and idea
came to her, she liked the idea, and the game she was about to play.
She became more focused now, as she edged toward the gyrating trio. She
moved with the stealth of a cat, focusing on her prey, until she was
almost upon them. For a moment she wondered if Mike would recognize
her, was there something that might give her away. She slowly gyrated
like the rest, moving closer and closer to the trio, every suggestive
move, signaling sex. She's caught the attention of Mike, for a moment
his movements slowed, as he turned and concentrated his gaze upon
her... oh god he'd recognized her. 

"Hey pussycat...why don't you come and join us...I'll make you purr"
said Mike. 

Oh you'll make me purr alright, you cheating bastard, its you're eyes
I'll be scratching out tonight you fucking sod, she said to herself,
with a seductive smile on her face. She held up her hand and used her
finger to beckon him to come to her. 

"Excuse me ladies...don't go away... I'll be right back" he said
addressing the two women. 

"We'll be right here lover boy" they replied. 

Yeh... I bet you will, Sandra thought... little sluts 

Mike ran his hands seductively; over the leather clad body, before him. 

"Oh boy, you feel good, I like what I see... I could get my teeth into
you pussy cat" he said. 

And then adding "And into you some other places" 

The only thing Sandra could make out were Mikes sparkling dancing eyes,
and his lips, which were bathed in a smile. 

"Well play your cards right, I might just let you do that, Mr Bat" 

He grabbed and drew her close, repeating what he'd done to the other two
women. Sandra felt his hand between her legs, groping her pussy, his
finger desperately trying to make penetration through the leather. 

"Oh I think they are going to have to come off pussy cat. I don't think
my big hard cock can get through all that" 

"Well it looks like you might have to take them off, eh?" she casually
replied. 

He was holding her tight and gyrating against her stomach, letting her
feel his hard erection. "When I get them off, that's what's going
inside you...would you like that pussycat" 

"Oh yes... you don't know just how much I want it inside me" she
replied. 

He turned his attention to the two women. 

"Hey girls, can you hold the fort for a while... pussycat and I have
some, um, er business to attend to" then turning back to Sandra said,
"Don't we pussycat" 

"Oh we most certainly do girls, won't keep him away from you any longer
than need be" 

"You won't run away Brian, will you?" they replied. 

Brian, so that's who you're saying you are, she thought. 

"I'll definitely will be back, we have some unfinished business
ourselves, haven't we?" 

"You know we have" giggling. 

"Come pussycat, let's go and have some fun eh?" 

"I'm all for fun, and I'm sure you're going to show me what fun is all
about, Mr Bat" she replied, slipping her arm through his. 

"Oh don't worry, by the time we are finished you'll know you've been
fucked by an expert" he declared. 

"Sounds good" she replied, laughing. 

"Tell me, is Brian you're real name" she asked. 

There was a pause, then a smile. "No of course not...would never use my
real name, would I" 

"You married or something" 

"Or something" he replied the "What's you're name pussycat. 

"Linda" she lied 

"And not you're real name either". 

"No" 

"Married or something?" 

"Like you...or something" "Yeah well we don't really need to know too
much about each other do we, just as long as we enjoy the fun eh?" 

They walked amongst the parked cars, passing a couple humping on the
hood of one of the vehicles. It seemed they weren't the only ones
wanting a quick fuck tonight. 

Mike pointed his keys at the SUV; there was a beep, with accompanying
flashing lights, as the doors unlocked. 

Opening the back door he said "Hop in pussy cat...my passion wagon is
now open for business... plenty of room in there honey" 

Sandra hoisted herself inside, planted her ass on the seat, and turned
to face the incoming Mike, as he closed the door behind him. 

Slightly stooped over, due to lack of headroom, he instructed Sandra to
get her pants and knickers of, at the same time he was furiously
undoing his own pants, unzipping his fly and pulling all down around
his ankles. Sandra was doing similarly. Pulling and tugging the tight
fitting leather pants down, followed by her panties, and stretching
back in the seat, parting her legs as far as possible. 

"Oh god...oh god, that's one lovely looking cunt, pussycat" 

Yeah well you've seen and fucked it many times before, don't you
recognize it, she thought. 

Mikes cock brushed the side of her thigh, Sandra felt a tingle run
through her body, she watched the head of Mikes cock enter, and her
pussy quickly swallow up the rest of the shaft... he was all the way
in. 

Mike gave a long sigh, adding "Ohhhhhhhhh, that feels so good.... so
tight" as his hips began to sway. 

Yeah well this time see if you can give me a baby, could be the last
thing you do for me shit head, she thought. 

Mike smiled at her. "How's that pussycat, you like Brian's cock inside
you eh?" 

"Oh yes Brian, yes" She may be furious at him, but she did like being
fucked, continuing to stare at the hard shaft as it slid in and out.
She flung back her head and cried. "Oh fuck.... oh fuck" Brian's ass
humping up and down, his cock pounding her wet pussy. 

"Yeah...feels good for me too...oh god how that feels good" 

"Better than your wife then, eh Brian?" 

"Oh god yeah, miles better.... She knows nothing about fucking" 

Sandra's blood and temper was rising, she was about to tear off her
mask, and reveal just who it was he was fucking, but no, she had to
play her plan, later, she would have her revenge later, and all the
evidence for her lawyer. 

A quick fuck was all it was going to be... a quickie. In, fuck, cum,
out. Everybody happy. 

"And you, does your husband give you what you want...is he good at
fucking?" 

"He's an asshole, wouldn't know how to fuck... not like you Brian... now
you're an expert" 

The sound of lovemaking intensified with every thrust of Mike's cock,
fuck, fuck, fuck. 

"I'm gona cum... I'm gona cum" he finally shouted. 

Sandra felt the flow of Mikes, alias Brian's warm fluid, squirting into
her pussy. Her reaction was to press down hard on to the shaft, wanting
to feel every last inch of his pulsating cock. 

"Oh god... oh my fucking god" he gasped, rather breathlessly, as the
last dregs of his sperm flowed inside her. 

"Oh shit Brian, that was just fantastic" she declared. 

"Yeah for me to pussycat" 

It was now just a question of pulling up, pants, knickers, and
underpants, as they struggled in the confined space of the SUV. 

The amber lights flashed, and the alarm bleeped as Mike secured the
vehicle. 

Arm in arm, they made their way back to the party. 

Before entering the crowded hall, Mike slipped his hand on Sandra's
butt, saying. 

"Thanks, I enjoyed what we just did Linda...you're a good fuck.. I'll
give you that" 

"Thanks Brian, you're pretty good yourself" she replied, thinking, for
an asshole. 

"We might meet up again sometime... eh?" he remarked. 

"Oh I'm sure we will.... I look forward to it" 

"Great" he said, giving one last squeeze of her buttock. "Thanks again"
he added. Then vanished into the hall and crowed. 

Sandra followed, and caught sight of Mike as he weaved a course back to
the two women he'd left earlier... nothing had altered; he was all over
them like a rash. She ordered a drink and fumed at what she was seeing. 

A deep rich voice behind her caught her attention. "Hello there cat
woman, I don't hear you purring". it said. 

When she turned, it was a tall broad skeleton, far too broad for a
skeleton if the truth be known. The bones were white, the costume
background black, but the guy inside it was also black, uncovered eyes,
and mouth and hands told her this. 

"Oh hi...sorry, I was miles away" she replied as an apology, waving her
hand in a dismissive gesture. Then showing him a friendly smile. 

"You look too healthy to be a skeleton" she said. 

He looked down at himself and laughed. "Yeah it was all they had
left.... all the costumes were out, and I don't think I'd fit into a
leprechaun suit, do you" 

She laughed also, agreeing it would look somewhat ridiculous. 

Sandra glanced to where Mike was flirting with his newfound girl
friends. 

"Would you like to hit the floor for a spell.... er, sorry didn't catch
your name?" the tall stranger asked. 

Sandra smiled, she hadn't given a name but she stayed with the one she'd
given herself earlier. "Linda" her reply. 

"Well pleased to meet you Linda.... I'm Greg" 

Another look at Mike and his girls. 

"Sure, I'd love to hit the floor Greg" 

Greg placed a strong arm around her waist, and carved his way to the
dance area. One thing was certain, no one was going to menace or tackle
the guy, he was tall and broad of back... a skeleton he was not. 

The DJ was good, as was the sound system, a good variation of records.
"The Monster Mash" an apt choice. 

As they shook, shaked, and gyrated, Sandra kept an eye on Mike... it was
obvious he was getting horny again, rubbing himself hard up against the
women. When the music slowed to a nice easy rhythm. Greg placed his
arms around Sandra' waist, and holding each other, danced on the spot.
It didn't take long for his hands to work down to her butt, gently
massaging and squeezing the cheeks. 

Normally she would have politely asked him to remove them, but not
tonight. Seeing Mike and those tarts of his, she wasn't going to deny
herself, not this evening. Greg snuggled nearer, squeezing those tight
buns of hers. The mask hid her face, but left her neck exposed. He
whispered in her ear. 

"Let's find somewhere quiet, and perhaps have a little fun...what do you
say?" his hands squeezing her, harder. Sandra understood perfectly what
"A little fun" meant. 

The sight of Mike with his arms around his companion's shoulders, and
theirs, around his waist, as they made for the door, sealed it for her. 

She looked up at him, smiled, gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek and
said. 

"Yes, why not, where do you want to take me" 

With a knowing tap on his nose and a wink, he said. 

"Come with me, I'll show you" 

His arm curved around her waist, they headed for the door, as he guided
her through the throng of dancers. 

The night air seemed cool in contrast to the hall, and its mass of
people. The sight of Mike and his two female companions sweeping by in
his SUV, was only adding fuel to the fire. 

"This way" Greg murmured, guiding her down the side of the building.
They were moving further and further from the well-lit area, heading
into the darkness. 

Sandra became apprehensive and pulled to a halt. 

"Heh, where are you taking me...it's awfully dark down there" 

"Please. Don't worry yourself...I'm not going to rape or harm you" he
said. Then pulling away from her, putting his hands in the air,
continued. "Look if you are the least concerned, we'll call it a night,
you can go back inside, and feel safe amongst the people. What I have
to show you is just around the corner" 

Still not totally convinced, but she agreed to go on. When they turned
the corner, there it was. The largest mobile home Sandra had ever seen. 

"Home... sweet home" he said, smiling 

"Jeeze is that yours?" she asked in astonishment. 

"Every square inch of it...come on, let me show you around... has a
great bedroom... and an even better bed" A mischievous smile. 

Greg now removed his mask revealing his fine features; Sandra did the
same, no need to hide identity any longer. 

He led her into what can only be described as a pent house suit on
wheels. Everything gleamed and glistened. Luxury, luxury, luxury. 

"Well what do you think" he asked. It took her a moment or two to get
her breath back. She was impressed. 

"My god, this is unbelievable...I ... I just can't find the words" her
reply. 

"Ahh, but the best is though here" he said, ushering her nearer the
bedroom door. 

"It's what lies behind this door that counts most" 

When he opened the door, she was confronted with another shock. It
wasn't the luxury, or the big bed, it was the black guy, reclining the
length of it, propped up against a couple of pillows, casually reading
a magazine. Apart from the towel wrapped around his midriff, he was
naked. 

Sandra's body stiffened, a look of horror and fear on her face 

"Oh god no...no...I should go...I can't... I can't..." 

Greg's hand shot out and held her gently, but firm. 

"Hey, it's ok honey, I didn't mean this to frighten you... we mean you
no harm... I thought if I told you all this before hand, you wouldn't
come" 

Too right she wouldn't have come, but his grip wasn't threatening, his
voice was soothing and confident. 

"Same thing applies, if you want to go, you can, Bobbie and I won't stop
you...I just thought you wanted a good time, and I'm sure Bobbie and I
can show you a good time, that's all" 

She was starting to calm down. Mike her husband had taken off with two
women, why not she with two guys. "What's good for the goose...etc,
etc" 

"Yes... yes.... Yes, why not eh, twice the fun eh?" she replied. 

"That's the spirit lass...fun is what you came for and fun is what
you're gona get" 

"Hey, you two guys aren't?" her hand waving the air "You know?" 

"What gay, a couple" he laughed, as did Bobbie. "Good lord no... far
from it, but I can understand why you would think so" 

"No Bobbie is an old friend, we go back a few years, and we are taking a
vacation, one we have both earned... our wives... and I'm being
straight up front here... we are married, are still at home... probably
glad to see us go... bet they are doing the same as us... but who
cares" he said with a shrug. 

"And you, are you married?" 

Sandra was silent a moment, then nodded. "Yes...yes, I'm married" 

"The guy with the two broads attached to him eh?" 

"Yes...yes that was him" she replied. 

"Ha... I thought so, the way you kept your eyes on him, and the look on
your face, you were showing anger" 

"Yes, the cheating toad" 

"Well tonight you're going to get your own back eh? Pay him big time,
show him he's not the only one" 

Sandra's spirits lifted, why not she thought, if he can take on two
women, she could take on two guys. 

"Yeah, you're right, come on guys, lets get it on" Now she was really in
the mood for it. 

Greg chuckled approval and smiled. Bobbie smiled saying "Yeah, now
you're talking" 

"I'm gona make sure everything is locked up tight and secure. Why don't
you get comfortable, take your clothes off Linda, and get to know
Bobbie a little better, I'll be right back". Greg turned and walked
away. 

"Sounds good advice to me Linda...why not make yourself comfortable,
eh?" 

First thing to remove was her tight fitting leather cat woman jacket,
thus revealing breast filled bra. 

"Ohhh, yes very nice" commented Bobbie. 

She then turned her back on him, and sat at the bottom of the bed; she
tugged at her calf length boots. First left, then right, discarding
them to one side. Undoing, and unzipping her leather pants, she lifted
her ass a few inches off the bed and slipped out of leather
pants.Standing, she turned to face Bobbie, he gave a hiss and a whistle
as he eyed the view before him. 

"Ohhh nice, yes very nice" he remarked. 

Sandra smiled, then reached behind and undid bra, shrugging out of it,
and again discarding it. Another hiss, another whistle. 

"Oh god it gets better...god you have really nice tits Linda, let me
feel them" he said, reaching up to her. 

"All in good time my love, all in good time" 

Next to go were her panties, slipping them over her hips and down past
her thighs, then stepping out of them. 

"Oh shit...oh shit...ohhhh shit" he said, as he stared at her naked
form. Then flinging back the towel, to reveal a very large erection. 

It was Linda's turn to be shocked. 

"Oh my god... that thing can't be for real, did you get a transplant
from a donkey?" 

It was one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen, like some giant of
the forest, standing tall and proud. 

"I always thought it was just a myth, what they said about black men"
she said, continuing to stare at the monster. 

He stroked it with pride, smiling at her. 

"Think you can take it honey?" 

"I'm not sure... but I'll give it a good go" 

"Here, lie next to me" said Bobbie, patting the bed beside him. 

Sandra crawled on the bed, and lay beside him, feeling the warmth of his
hot body next to hers. 

Bobbie lay on his side, head supported in hand. She could feel his hard
cock pressing against her hip, a great paw, grabbed her other hip, then
his mouth and lips were at her mouth and lips and the kissing was hot
and passionate. 

The hand that was on her hip, now moved to her breast, it was gentle and
sensual as it moved across the firm flesh, a gentle squeeze, finger and
thumb tweaking the hardening nipple. A moan from Sandra. 

The hand started to work its way down, skimming gently over her warm
flesh, filling her with excited anticipation. 

Bobbie felt her course pubic hair against the palm, her legs flopped
open, as he pushed between her thighs, a finger feeling and tracing the
outline of her slit. She knew she was becoming wet. She broke the kiss
and gave a gasp. 

"Oh god.... oh god Bobbie...Bobbie" she called. 

"Well now that's what I like to see, the two of you getting to know one
another" Grinning. It was Greg. Having secured the homes doors, he
returned to hear the start of Bobbie making his play, he held back, but
now it was time to enter. 

Sandra looked up, just as Greg began to undress. Each item of clothing
being discarded in a haphazard fashion. Finally he removed the last
item, his underpants. It was another shock for her. 

"Oh god... oh no" she moaned. 

It was another giant of the forest that she beheld before her. Like
Bobbie, he stroked it with pride. 

"You like this honey?" he asked 

"Oh god, not one, but two...oh jeeeeeeze" 

"Yeah but we give value here, I promise" his reply, as he lay on her
other side. 

She was now sandwiched between, two hot bodies. Greg pressing his own
hard monster against her warm body. 

Bobbie's finger, pushed into the wet slit, one became two, then three. 

"Ohhhh shit" she sighed. The intruding fingers, working inside her,
touching, feeling her clit. Her heart and pulse racing. Excitement and
anticipation rising. 

"Here let me give you a little sample sweetheart, said Bobbie, sliding
on top of her, his hard shaft pushing between her thighs, both Bobbie
and Greg, pulling her legs open. 

"Oh no, please don't no...no, you haven't got a condom on... please
don't cum in me... I don't want to get pregnant...Please" she begged. 

"Oh don't you worry about that honey...I'm a long way off before I
cum...this is just a little sample" 

Bobbie was taking no notice of Sandra's plea's not to put it in. Still
pleading, she watched the head and first couple of inches go inside
her. 

"Oh god...oh no" she whimpered. She took a deep breath, held it, and
watched her pussy swallow up the giant, only his balls now visible. 

"Oh—my—god" she eventually screamed, releasing her pent up breath. She'd
felt every inch of it, as he thrust it inside of her. 

She closed her eyes, and pushed back into the pillow and mattress.
Bobbie's ass humping up and down at a nice steady rhythm. 

"You like that honey... you like Bobbies cock fucking you?" 

"Oh god yes...yes...yes" she screamed, as the euphoria spread through
her body. The fact that he wasn't wearing a condom didn't seem to
matter anymore. 

It was somewhat akin to being groped and felt by a centipede. Hands were
squeezing her breasts, and a finger was stuck up her ass. Her own hand
had reached out and grabbed Greg's cock and she was masturbating him at
the same time. She was overcome with a lust and desire; her head was
starting to spin, and she was feeling hot wedged between them. 

Bobbie had stopped humping, but remained inside her. His lips touched
her lips, the tip of his wet tongue running gently and sensually
between them, eventually asking. 

"Does that feel good for you Linda?" She sighed and purred, just a
whisper. 

"Oh god yes...yes" 

She felt him slipping out of her. 

"No, no, don't... don't take it out, not yet" she pleaded. 

"Oh don't worry, we have plenty more for you, Greg's gona take
over...you're now gona feel his cock inside you honey" he said, as he
made way for Greg. She could see Bobbie's cock was all wet and gleaming
from being inside her. 

She felt Greg's wait, bearing down on her, still holding his cock in her
hand, she guided him toward her slit, placing it inside. Then, just as
she had watched Bobbie, she watched Greg's giant of the forest being
swallowed up by her pussy. More soft sighs of satisfaction. "Ahhhhhhh"
and she lay back into the pillow and mattress, to enjoy the rise and
fall of Greg's ass humping between her legs. 

Hands continued to touch and fondle her breasts, who had which breast,
she neither knew, nor cared. Her breasts were now firm, her nipples
hard like diamonds. 

Warm mouths, tongues and hot breath, were either side of her neck and
ears, licking, nibbling. 

"Ohhhh god, oh god" she softly murmured, as euphoria took over, her
logic to think. She seemed lost in a fog, drowning in the sea of lust
and desire. 

Greg now straddled her body, his cock only inches from her mouth, wet
and glistening. She had to open her mouth somewhat more than usual to
be able to take it. Greg's response was immediate as he felt her warm
tongue; circle the shaft, corona and slit of his penis. 

"Ohhhh my god. Linda...Linda" Her head moving in time with his own
movements. 

Sandra felt her legs being pushed wider apart; it was Bobbie...his
finger now tweaking her clit...she knew she was about to cum. He heart
and pulse raced. Then it hit her. The orgasm ripped through her body, a
giant electric pulse. For a moment her body stiffened as it passed
through, there was a slurping sound from her pussy...her now very wet
pussy. 

They passed her from one to the other. If it wasn't Greg's cock inside
her, it was Bobbie's, as they continued to endlessly hump. 

She had no say or control in the actions neither did she care. Whatever
they did was ok by her. 

Strong hands grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the bottom of the
bed... with legs once again held apart, warm tongues and mouths were
eating and chomping at her pussy. The tongues licking and delving deep
inside, she moaned and groaned, her head thrashed from side to side.
The look on her face would give any observer the impression she was in
pain, the truth was just the opposite... it was exotic and euphoric.
She wanted more...much more. Caution had now been thrown to the wind,
she no longer had control over her actions, the truth be known, she
never had. 

The red digits on the bedside clock rolled over, late evening becoming
early morning, tick, tick, tick. 

The feeding frenzy over, they rolled her onto he stomach, her body
forming a bent over position. This time it was Bobbie who entered her
first, slamming himself hard against her hind end, smack, smack, smack,
the flesh of her ass, quivering with every thrust... like the ripples
on a pond. 

"Oh god... oh... oh... oh jeeze" and "Ohhhhhh... holly shit" 

Greg scissored his legs around her head and shoulders, his cock only
inches from her mouth. "Mmmmmmm" the sound of Sandra as she sucked and
licked the hard shaft of the penis, just presented to her. 

Time wasn't standing still, the red digits continued to click over,
tick, tick, tick. 

The continued changing of the guard or positions, both Greg and Bobbie
taking full advantage of this woman who had offered herself to them.
The sounds coming from her, told them she was enjoying it as much as
they were. 

"Oh, ah...oh, ah" "Oh yes...oh yes...oh yes" 

Hump, hump... fuck, fuck 

Time for one last position before the finale...double penetration.
Sandra slowly impaled herself on to Greg's hard shaft. Bobbie placed
his body on top of Sandra, and then spreading the cheeks of her ass,
slowly but surely pushed inside her. She screamed, as it began to open
her up, but with patience and coaxing soon it was all in, together Greg
and Bobbie thrust and swayed in sync, Sandra the meat in this sandwich,
the recipient of not one, but two large cocks 

Perspiration poured from all of them, the heat generated by their
action, was immense. 

The feeling of warm cum, being shot inside her, brought Sandra back to
reality. 

"Whoops... sorry honey" Greg's reaction to what he was doing "I just
couldn't help it" 

"Oh god you bastard, you promised to wear a condom at the end" she
screamed at him. Bobbie just continued to hump, he was almost ready to
cum, he was not going to be denied his satisfaction, no matter what.
Even as Sandra thumped at Greg's chest with her fists, calling him all
sorts of names, still he continued, he was almost there... then he
exploded, filling her ass full of cum. 

There was a subdued silence in contrast to all the action of only a
moment ago. 

"You bastard" she whimpered one more time, with a futile last thump at
his chest. She had no more strength or will left in her. 

The trio split apart, sweaty exhausted bodies parted. 

Sandra sat with her legs dangling over the side of the bed, head in
hands, staring at the floor. Her ass and thighs were wet from cum that
was oozing from her. 

Greg put a comforting arm around her shoulder. 

"I'm sorry Linda, I truly am.... I... I just lost control at the last
second" he said, offering her an apology. 

"I told you both to wear a condom" she replied, tears welling up in her
eyes. 

God she thought, what if she were now pregnant, this was going to take
some explaining to Mike, even if he had been the cause of to nights
orgy with these two guys. Her one remaining savior would be a morning
after pill. It would be the first thing she would do, tomorrow, well
today actually. 

"I've got to go" she said looking at the digits on the clock. Now she
worried in case Mike had made it home before her, more explanations as
to how she was out until this hour. 

She quickly redressed in the cat woman suit. She was vaguely aware of
both Greg and Bobbie singing her praises, and how great it had all
been. She returned the compliments, smiling and trying to put on a
brave face. She had genuinely enjoyed her time with these two guys, it
was some of the best sex she'd ever had, but now guilt was catching up
with her conscience. 

She smiled at them, and again thanked them for a great time. Greg
continued to be sorry as he escorted her back to her car. It looked
lonely and forlorn, in the middle of a near empty parking lot. 

He slipped his arms around her waist, embraced and kissed her
passionately. 

"Hey look I really am sorry... if I can possibly help in any way, give
me a call" he said, handing her his business card. 

Darren Caulfield, it said. Business and financial investments. 

So Greg was not his real name, no surprises there. Linda wasn't her real
name. 

"Thanks Greg...er I mean Darren...I'll be fine...just fine, and thanks
for a great night" 

She slipped the car into drive, and could see Greg/Darren in her mirror,
standing watching her leave, as she drove away, one final wave. 

The house was empty and quiet, only Smokey the cat, weaving around and
between her feet, meowing for food. He was going to be disappointed. 

She quickly showered, washing the scent of musk body spray and the smell
of male cum from her body. She douched herself thoroughly, not that it
mattered now; it would be well past that. 

She slid between the sheets, closing her eyes. She fingered her pussy,
reliving the events of tonight. 

She thought to herself "Well Mike you bastard, its your own fault" 

The sound of Mikes key in the latch brought her thoughts back to
reality. 

He moved silently through the house and crept quietly into the bedroom,
not wanting to wake Sandra. 

"How considerate" she thought. 

He jumped, startled when she asked. "Well how did your night go
darling?" 

This she had to hear, just what sort of bullshit was he going to tell
her. 

"How did the party go?" she asked. 

"Eh...oh, the party, no never went in the end" he replied. 

Lying son of a bitch, she thought. 

"Oh yeah, then where did you go all dressed up like that?" 

"To dads house" 

"You're fathers house...why?" 

"Well seeing as you weren't with me I decided to go and join his card
school for the night" 

"When I got there they all laughed at me, and asked why I was dressed
like this... I told them where I was headed but I'd changed my mind and
decided to join them... so dad asked if he could go instead. He'd
prepared sandwiches for us, and the beer was all cold, so I stayed and
gave dad my costume... apparently had a great time, met a real hot
chick, screwed her rotten in the back of my SUV, then the randy old sod
went back and took another two back to their place and screwed them as
well, hence why I'm so late back... sorry honey... did you miss me? 

Her blood had turned cold as ice; she had a terrible sickly feeling in
her stomach. She thought she was going to be sick. 

"Ohhhh shit, what had she done?" 

Well she'd made a terrible mistake for one 

"Of course I missed you darling...you know I did" She lied. 

"Jeeze what's wrong darling... you don't look too good... you alright?" 

"Yes... yes of course I'm alright... just a tummy bug" she replied. 

The thing was, it could be one hell of a tummy bug.

The Talk (Fifth Stab)

A Submissive’s Preparations

admin — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 12:41:13 +0000

A Submissive's Preparations By: Myra Simmons (myrasimmons45@yahoo.com) 

Chapter 6 of a memorable weekend with my lover 

Having accepted my lover's request that I spend the weekend with him, I
was surprised when he made love to me and dominated me.  When he put a
submissive collar on me for the weekend, I accepted it and found a new
form of excitement in it.  Now, he is going to prepare me to be his
submissive for the remainder of the weekend.  He had started by washing
me, ordering me to wash him and then dressing me in a thin blue
sundress and leather sandals as well as the diamond studded collar of
submission he had just presented to me. 

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Tyrone drove us to a Perkins restaurant.  As I sat in the car, I
couldn't help but go over what had happened so far.  One of the first
times we'd spent a weekend together, after we'd bonded both physically
and emotionally, we spent time cuddling and talking.  Part of the talk
was about our fears, strengths, hopes, dreams and sexual fantasies.  I
told him how I always wanted to be safely naked in public.  Since then,
he's challenged me to ride naked in a car with him or, at the very
least, topless.  Now, I find that more comfortable than wearing
clothing.  But, only when I know I'm safe with him! 

One of the other areas was domination.  I'd told him that, even though I
was usually in charge and the dominant one in my personal and sexual
relations that I often wondered what it would be like to just give
total control of my existence to someone else.  I've known quite a few
people, especially women, who aren't happy unless they are being
dominated to some degree.  Many of them are business managers like me.
After the week I just had, I was ready to pitch it all and let someone
else take control and deal with the headaches and make the decisions.
As I sat there, wearing a thin dress and a slave collar, I began to
realize that Tyrone was, once again, turning one of my fantasies into
reality.   Through our conversations, even up to Friday morning, he
knew how frustrating a week it had been for me.  I could see that this
was his way of showing me the world of submission and helping me let go
of the stress of the week. 

As expected on a Saturday morning, Perkins was crowded.  Hand in hand,
we walked into the foyer and Tyrone gave the hostess his name.  The
seats were all full, so I stood by the door, my arms folded under my
breasts.  What I didn't realize was that doing so pulled the material
tight to the underside, stretching the thin material tighter over my
hard nipples.  I saw Tyrone's face brighten and his smile grow broader
as he returned to me. 

"Stay like that, love, showing off your hard nipples!" He whispered into
my ear. 

I looked at him, confused, and then looked down.  My rigid nipples were
pushing the material of my dress outward, the coloration of them and my
areolas showing through the thin fabric.  I looked up at him, shock on
my face and started to move my arms.  Quickly, he put his hand on my
wrist and shook his head no, slightly.  Staring into his eyes, fear and
concern in mine, I left my arms there.  When he leaned down and kissed
me full on the lips and then smiled at me, happiness in his eyes, I
relaxed and let my hard nipples be proudly displayed in public.  As I
saw men staring at me, my arousal grew, making my nipples jut out even
further. 

When a seat became available in the waiting area, Tyrone led me over to
it and told me to sit.  I did so, smiling up at him.  He looked around
and saw quite a few of the men waiting for tables glancing at me.
Tyrone leaned down and whispered into my ear. 

"Part your legs slightly, Myra, and let them catch a glance of your
pussy." 

Falling into the submissive role, I complied with his command.  I looked
up at him and smiled as I let my knees slide apart, the hem of the
dress resting just above my knees. "It's your pussy, master," I uttered
in a sultry voice, "it belongs to you and is for you to use and share
in any way you desire!"
I was enjoying playing the role of his submissive.  Little did I know
then just how he planned to use and share my pussy and the rest of me! 

I sat there, legs parted just enough to show my naked pussy.  I stared
around at the men and women waiting, like us, for tables.  I saw a
young man, about twenty-five, sitting directly across from me, staring
up my skirt intently.  I could see his cock growing as he sat and
squirmed.  Trying to appear unconcerned, I took the hem of my dress in
my hand and flicked it, as if I was adjusting it.  I moved it in such a
way, as I shifted my legs further open, to assure he got a perfect view
of my blonde furred pussy.  I was just wishing that Tyrone had fucked
me before we came out so I could let him see cum in my crease.
Instead, I smiled at him when I caught his eye and brought my hand up
and began to scratch the upper portion of my breast, quickly running my
nail over my nipple.  Staring into his eyes, I ran my tongue tip over
my lips and then blew him a kiss.  Tyrone, seeing my exhibition,
chuckled lightly as he stood beside me. 

When it was our turn to be seated Tyrone held my hand as I stood up.
Walking away, I turned back to the young man, who was watching the sway
of my ass.  I smiled at him and blew him another kiss before we turned
a corner and I lost sight of him. 

The hostess led us to a table not far from the restrooms.  Tyrone
glanced at them and then at me. 

"If the young man heads to the bathroom, Myra, you follow him in and
blow him.  I saw how you were teasing him so you owe him the relief." 

"But, Tyrone, I mean master, I don't know if he is clean or not." 

"You aroused him, you need to pleasure him.  You'll just have to hope he
is clean or that you can tell before you swallow him if he's not.  You
will suck his cock and swallow his cum if he goes into the bathroom.
Besides, Myra, isn't it one of your fantasies to suck or fuck a total
stranger in a public men's room?" 

"Yes master" I responded dropping my head. 

I sat there, head down, hands folded on the table in front of me.  When
the waitress came by, Tyrone ordered for both of us.  He knew my
preference for hot green tea, Eggs Benedict and blueberry muffins and
ordered each for me.  I was not surprised when he ordered a large egg
and pancake breakfast with coffee and orange juice.  I smiled as I
realized he had a great need for fuel to restore what he'd used making
love to me and to prepare him for the rest of the weekend. 

Our drinks arrived and we sat there chatting lightly as we awaited our
meals.  Tyrone looked at me and then nodded his head, indicating I
should look around.  I turned and saw the young man I'd flashed in the
lobby heading towards the men's room.  I turned back and Tyrone nodded
his head, indicating I was to follow him.  I looked at him, pleading
with my eyes.  He stared at me and said just one word: "Go!" 

Reluctantly, I pushed back my chair, stood up and walked towards the
rest rooms.  Going into the area, I saw the door to the women's room
and, further down, the men's room.  I walked towards it and,
hesitantly, pushed it open.  The young man was standing in front of the
urinal and I could hear the sound of him peeing.  Shutting the door, I
turned the lock so no one else could come in while I was there with
him.  I decided, if I was going to suck him off as ordered, he was
going to see me fully.  I pulled the clip out of my hair and let it
flow freely down my back.  I then peeled the straps of my dress off my
arms and slid the dress down off my breasts, stepping out of it and
catching it before it landed on the tile floor. 

A bit nervous, but determined to make my master proud of me, I walked up
behind the young man as he finished peeing.  I pressed myself up
against his back and kissed his neck as I reached around his waist with
my hands, cupping his balls in my left and wrapping my right around his
cock. 

"Can I help you with that, handsome?"  I whispered sensuously into his
ear. 

He jumped and turned his head. Recognizing me, he smiled and relaxed. 

"Sure you can, miss, if you want." 

"I want," I purred as I squeezed and pulled on his stiffening cock.
"And I want to suck your cum out of your balls as well." 

He turned around and finally realized I was totally naked.  He reached
out and caressed my right nipple, which made me shudder.  Being touched
by a total stranger, knowing I had no choice because Tyrone had ordered
me to be here thrilled me!  This was something I'd never do on my own
but, as a submissive, I had no choice.  I had to give my body to this
handsome, young stranger because it was my duty as Tyrone's submissive.
 The thrill of pleasure and total sexual freedom flooded through my
beng! 

I stood there, stroking his almost fully erect cock as he used both his
hands to fondle my breasts.  I moaned lightly, aroused by his actions
and my newly discovered submissive freedom.  As he bent down and kissed
each nipple, flicking them with the tip of his tongue, I let him hear
my pleasure in the guttural moan I released.  He then took my right
nipple between his lips and held it, flicking his tongue over it
rapidly. 

Releasing my breast from his hand, now that his mouth was firmly
attached, he slid his hand down my body and through my pubic hair.  I
spread my legs and gave him access to my pussy.  I wrapped an arm
around his neck and threw my right leg up over his hip, gasping as he
slid his two middle fingers into my sopping cunt.  I could hear the wet
squishing sound as he slid his fingers in and out of me, deeply and
rapidly.  Soon, I was moving my hips in time with his fingers, arching
my hips and rolling my groin so his fingers were dragging over my clit.
Seconds later, my body exploded in orgasm! 

I clung to him as the spasms ripped through me, his fingers buried deep
inside me.  He held me up as he continued to suckle on my rigid nipple.
 My spasms subsided and I slid my hand out from around his neck and
lowered my leg.  Pushing on his shoulders, I disengaged his mouth from
my breast.  As he stood up, I slid down to my knees, keeping my eyes
fixed on his.  Still staring into his face, I wrapped my hand around
his rock-hard cock.  I brought the tip to my lips coating them with his
pre-cum.  I stuck out my tongue and flicked the tip into his slit,
slurping up the fluids collected there. 

I opened my lips and slid his cockhead into my mouth.  As I turned my
eyes away from his and stared at his cock, I gripped it tightly in my
hand and pulled down, stretching the skin.  I heard him gasp as I ran
my tongue around his exposed head and began to push my face down onto
him.  I continued to grip the base of his cock, twisting my fingers
around it at his root as I pushed more and more of his length into my
mouth.  Soon, my nose was buried in his brown, curly pubic hair and his
full six inches was inside my mouth and throat.  I held him there,
flicking my tongue along his length as I brought my hand between his
legs and began to stroke his balls with my nails. 

Slowly, I drew my mouth up his cock and then pushed back down.  I
continued to caress his balls with one hand as I slid the other down my
own body and between my legs, strumming my clit in time with the
movement of my mouth on his cock.  He was becoming rapidly excited,
starting to push forcefully into my mouth.  I continued to strum my
clit, bringing myself close to another orgasm.  As I felt him getting
close and knew I was about to explode, I slid my middle finger along
his ball sack and up into his anal opening.  He gasped and lurched and
his first stream exploded into my throat.  My own orgasm crashed over
me as his seed slid down into my belly.  My spasms matched his,
exploding with each of his ejaculations into me. 

Emptied, he stopped jetting cum into my mouth.  I wrapped my lips
tightly around him and sucked hard on him.  Slowly, I drew my head
back, keeping my lips clamped on him, forcing every last drop of his
cum out of his body.  I held his cockhead in my mouth, reluctant to let
it escape my grasp.  Finally, I gave his prostrate a last caress and
slid my finger out of his ass and then released his cock from my lips.
I looked up at him and ran my tongue tip over my lips, letting him know
how much I enjoyed his sperm being in my mouth. 

I stood up and put my arms around his neck.  I stared deeply into his
hazel eyes. 

"Thank you for giving me your sperm.  I love sucking cock and drinking
cum for breakfast!" 

Then I pressed my lips to his, kissing him lightly.  He surprised me by
sliding his tongue into my mouth, deeply kissing me.  I wrapped him up
more tightly and pressed my naked body against him.  When the kiss
ended, I cleaned his tongue of cum and swallowed the last dregs I still
held in my mouth. 

"Thank you, miss, for a memorable and very enjoyable time!"  He
whispered to me. 

I smiled at him and then kissed him lightly and quickly.  I went to the
sink and bent over it to wash my hands.  Through the mirror, I could
see him staring at my ass.  I couldn't help but smile and wiggle it for
him!  Finished, I dried my hands and bent down to pick up my dress. I
stepped into it lightly, pulled it up and slid my arms into the
shoulder straps.  I adjusted it over my breasts and then pinched both
nipples through it.  I smiled up at him as I caressed myself lightly. I
went to the door, unlocked it and stepped out cautiously.  No one was
in the outer area, so I let the door shut and then walked back out into
the restaurant area.  I went over to our table, staring at Tyrone as I
approached.  I smiled sensually at him, letting him know I was carrying
the young man's cum in my belly. 

"Well?" He asked. 

"I let him see all of me, master.  He sucked my nipples and fingered my
pussy and made me cum.  Then I knelt before him and sucked him dry.  He
came gallons in my belly and mouth.  He tasted very good, too!" 

I stared into his face and then stuck out my rolled tongue.  In the
center, I let him see the drop of cum I had held in my mouth to show
him.  I smiled and swallowed it.  I picked up the blueberry muffin,
broke off a piece and popped it into my mouth.  As I chewed it, I
smiled, my eyes glittering with satisfaction and pride in what I'd
done.  Tyrone smiled back at me, a twinkle in his eye, showing me he
was quite pleased with his new slave. 

I suddenly realized how hungry I was after all the sexual activity
during my trip and since my arrival.  I began to attack my food with a
passion.  When I heard Tyrone's laugh, I looked up at him, my mouth
full of hash browns. My heart melted as I saw his broad smile and the
proud look in his eyes.  Even though I am a cock crazed cum slut, he
loved me and accepted me.  And, for this weekend, I belonged to him. I
began to realize that, slave or partner, we truly belonged each other.
The realization filled me with a thrill and a wave of pleasure, as it
always did.  With Tyrone and Nancy, my life circle was complete. 

I returned to my food and cleaned my plate, something quite unusual for
me.  I felt stuffed and bloated but I had a feeling I was going to need
all the energy I'd just consumed before the day was over.  My nipples
tightened up and jutted out, becoming obvious as well as slightly
painful as a result of my extreme arousal.  I couldn't wait for Tyrone
to take me back to his bed and spend the rest of the weekend using my
body for his sexual pleasure! 

Tyrone stood up and came around the table.  He pulled out my chair and
helped me up.  I swung my legs out from under the table, making sure my
dress was high enough to allow anyone looking a full view of my naked
pussy.  I was beginning to enjoy showing off in public, something I
usually reserved for a private audience.  Taking the check, Tyrone led
me up to the counter and paid the bill.  He then clasped my small white
hand in his large black one and we walked out of the building.  Once in
the car, he leaned over to me and kissed me full on my lips. 

"You did good, slave, sucking off that stranger as I ordered.  I am
proud of you!" 

I smiled up at him, my joy at his pride radiating over my features.
Smiling at me, he reached out his hand to the top of my dress and
pulled it down, exposing my breasts for all to see.  Gently, he
caressed each of my rock-hard nipples, causing me to moan in pleasure
and desire.  He then leaned in and kissed both of them gently, flicking
his tongue over each momentarily.  He leaned back and admired my
exposure. 

"Keep them exposed, Myra, they look magnificent!" 

I smiled at him for his compliment and, gaining confidence in my
new-found love of public exposure, left them in full view.  After
sliding my arms out of the dress's straps, I pulled the seatbelt over
me and fastened it, looking down at the belt as it pulled tightly
between my mounds.  Tyrone smiled and laughed at me admiring myself. 

As we drove down the highway, several people noted my nakedness and
responded.  I had offers to share rides and to fuck and was told how
hot I looked.  I just sat and smiled at them, my hair still loose and
splayed around me, my left hand firmly held in Tyrone's right hand.  I
did have to giggle when we stopped at a light and several older women
saw my exposed breasts and gasped and had shocked looks on their faces.
 I had to giggle because I saw one's physical response when her nipples
jutted out from her blouse. 

Instead of going back to his home, Tyrone drove us to a mall.  He parked
in a multi-level lot in the middle level of three.  When he turned off
the engine, he released his seatbelt and turned towards me. 

"I thought we'd take a stroll here and do some shopping.  I want the
public to see the beautiful woman who has willingly given herself to
me.  I want them to look at you and see how it arouses you to be my
slave." 

I smiled at him, both happy and sad.  I was happy that he wanted to show
me off and wanted people to see us together.  At the same time, I just
wanted him to take me to his bedroom and use my body over and over for
his pleasure.  I felt a growing need for his cock in my pussy, an
overwhelming lust for him to take me and fuck me senseless.  I could
feel myself becoming a pool of pure sexual depravity and ached to let
him take control of me! 

I released my seatbelt and started to open the door.  Tyrone laughed and
harrumphed, raising his eyebrows in question.  I looked down and saw my
exposed breasts.  I'd been so wrapped up in my sexual arousal, I'd
forgotten about my state of exposure!  Turning bright red, I pulled the
dress back up, sliding the straps over my shoulders.  I brushed the
front to make sure it was sitting correctly over my breasts, watching
my nipples harden.  I did enjoy them being visible, letting everyone to
know how excited I was in Tyrone's presence.  Satisfied, I smiled over
at him, opened the door and stepped out. 

Tyrone exited his side, shut his door and locked the car.  He came
around and took my outstretched hand in his and we walked towards the
mall entrance.  Once inside, the cooled air hit me, adding to the
tightness of my nipples.  I glanced down at them and could easily see
them through the fabric covering them.  I looked up at Tyrone, beaming
a smile at him for his choice of my outfit. 

The mall had three levels and we were at the mid level.  Casually
strolling, hand in hand, we gawked though the windows at the various
items on display.  At a jewelry store, we walked in and began to peer
at the various items in the display cases.  My attention was grabbed by
a display of bracelets that glittered under the glare of the
spotlights.  I leaned over the case and stared at them intently, not
realizing that a salesman had approached opposite me.  Tyrone's soft
chuckle broke my concentration and alerted me.  I turned my eyes upward
and caught him staring down my dress, which had fallen away slightly,
giving him full view of my naked breasts. 

I stood up slowly, smiling at him, letting him know I had caught him and
enjoyed his ogling my body.  I almost laughed as I saw him start to
turn beat red.  I was realizing the power my body gave me over men,
even more than I'd ever been aware of it before.  This was another new
revelation about being a master's submissive! 

"Is there something you'd like to see, ma'am," the disconcerted salesman
asked. 

I looked up at Tyrone, expectantly and looking for permission.  "May I,
master?" 

"Of course, Myra, you can look and try on anything you like," he
responded. 

I smiled up at him and then pointed to a particularly bright bracelet.
The salesman opened the case and slipped it out, setting it in over my
wrist.  I loved the way it sparkled and the way the light broke into
colors when it hit the facets on the stones.  I could tell they were
diamonds but had no idea of their clarity, color or weight.  Even
though I was well off with my VP salary, I wasn't big on jewelry, only
owning a few costume items for use at work or parties.  Tyrone,
however, soon showed me his knowledge and expertise when he lifted the
bracelet from my wrist and began to examine it in the light filtering
into the shop from the mall. 

"A very nice piece with good clarity and very few occlusions.  What is
the total weight?" 

The salesperson took the item from Tyrone and looked on the back.
"Total weight is 5 carats and the gold is 22 carat." 

Even in my ignorance, I knew that was an expensive collection and
couldn't help but stare at it in awe and wonder. 

"Do you like it, Myra?"  Tyrone asked me. 

I broke my gaze from it, in the salesman's hand and turned to look up
into his eyes. 

"Yes, master, I do.  It's beautiful and sparkles so much!"  I answered. 

"Good," he answered, "continue to look around and see if there is
anything else that catches your eye while I negotiate on a price." 

I smiled at him, happy that he was going to buy me such a splendid
present.  I moved away, out of reach of their voices and continued to
check over the displayed items.  The engagement rings caught my eye and
I marveled at their variety and beauty.  I continued on to the other
rings on display and marveled at the quality and large selections of
stones used as well as the details and designs of the settings. 

Eventually, I discovered a display of necklaces and earrings.  There was
a set that contained a necklace with a jeweled center containing a
couple carved out of a white translucent material on a dark blue
background.  The couple was linked lovingly, holding each other and
kissing.  There was a pair of pierced earrings that matched the
necklace.  I was staring at it intently when I suddenly realized that
Tyrone was behind me, looking over my shoulder.  The sales clerk was
getting another good look at my breasts as well. 

"We'll take that set as well," Tyrone said to the clerk. 

"Very good, sir," he replied as he opened the case and removed the
items. 

I gasped and stared up at Tyrone, shocked.  No man had ever bought me
anything so exquisite and expensive.  I'd never let anyone get close
enough to me emotionally to make such a purchase reasonable. 

"You obviously love that set and I know it'll look great on you, Myra,"
he stated simply.  Leaning in, he put his lips next to my ear and
whispered, "Especially when it's the only thing you have on!" 

It was my turn to feel the red flush suffusing my face and chest as
excitement filled my heart.  I looked up at him, smiling, feeling my
vaginal fluids beginning to leak out of my pussy and run over my outer
lips. 

The sales clerk returned with the set in a decorative box.  He handed it
to Tyrone as well as the box for the bracelet.  The bracelet itself was
on a cloth from which Tyrone took it and draped it over my right wrist,
easily fastening it onto me.  Slave or not, I couldn't help but throw
myself at him and wrap my arms around him, hugging him to me tightly. 

"Thank you, Tyrone, my wonderful master and lover!"  I whispered into
his ear. 

He squeezed me tightly, showing his affection for me.  His cock,
pressing into my groin let me know his desire for me.  I couldn't help
but roll my hips and bottom, pressing my belly against his cock. 

Purchase in hand and proudly flashing my new bracelet, we left the shop
and continued our stroll.  By the time we had finished, Tyrone had
bought me lingerie at Victoria Secret, several books I'd wanted,
blouses and slacks, a new skirt and two evening dresses.  I let Tyrone
select the items for me, letting him show me the type of clothing he
wanted to see me wearing. 

Back at the car, Tyrone loaded everything in the trunk and opened the
passenger door, helping me into the car.  He then closed the door and
walked around to the driver's side and slid in.  As soon as his door
was closed, he leaned over to me and kissed me passionately and cupped
my breasts.  I moaned my willingness into his mouth.  As he drew back,
he slid my top down, once again exposing my breasts.  I sat there,
looking up at him, smiling into his eyes, feeling extremely sexy and
desired. 

"Please fuck me, Tyrone!  I need to feel your cock in my pussy, now!"  I
begged, desperately pulling up my dress until it was bunched up at my
waist, my entire lower body as exposed as my breasts. 

He smiled at me and slid his hand down between my spread legs.  I mewed
happily as I felt his hot fingers pressing against my wanton sex.  I
sighed as I felt his two middle fingers enter me.  He pushed them in
deeply and held them inside me, curling his fingertips upward until the
pads were touching the front wall of my sex.  Gently, he began to
massage me with them and I melted on his touch.  He'd found my G spot
almost immediately and his gentle caressing was turning my need into a
conflagration. 

My hips thrusting and rotating, I let the sensations he was creating run
through me.  My exposed breasts were rising and falling rapidly with my
panting.  I began to moan and squeal as his touch against my sensitive
flesh created shots of pleasure that overpowered me.  I wrapped my
hands around his head and clung to him desperately.  He began to stroke
my G spot faster and a bit harder.  I went over the edge and fell into
a chasm of orgasm!  I screamed out a long, high-pitched wail of
unimagined pleasure!  My consciousness was overpowered by blasts of
total pleasure.  My entire body shook as it stiffened and lifted.  My
vaginal muscles clamped down on his fingers as my hips shook
uncontrollably.  Through all this, I heard the distinct sound of water
running and splashing, over and over.  Three times, four, five, I heard
the sound. 

I couldn't stop wailing and panting, I couldn't control my body.  Tyrone
continued to caress my inner wall relentlessly, giving me no relief
from the overwhelming pleasure.  My vision began to blur, I began to
gasp for air I could no longer get because of the rigidity of every
muscle.  The sounds of splashing water continued in an almost
continuous fall.  Still, he continued to stimulate me, giving me no
time to recuperate.  My body and senses went into orgasmic overload and
my world went black. 

Sensations began to return.  I felt a light brush against my neck.  It
was the breath of someone hovering over me.  I gasped, drawing a deep
and desperately needed breath.  My pussy jumped and clamped down on the
fingers still filling me.  I felt stretched out and realized that there
were three long, thick male fingers inside me.  I was so stretched; I
would probably have been able to put my fist into myself.  I relaxed
and sighed.  My eyes fluttered open.  My first vision was Tyrone's deep
brown eyes.  I could see the tender love and concern in them.  I smiled
weakly, my body and spirit totally spent. 

"Thank you, for the most wonderful orgasms I've ever experienced!  I
hope I didn't ruin your car with my ejaculations.  Please fuck me!"  I
begged. 

"Myra, haven't you had enough yet?" he asked amazed. 

"No, Tyrone.  I love you so much I can never get enough of you!  If your
entire body poured into me, it wouldn't be enough unless your soul
merged with mine!" 

He laughed lightly.  "My body wouldn't fit in yours, Myra, but my soul
is already merged with yours." 

"Mmmmm," I replied, smiling lazily, "yes, it is.  I love the touch of
your soul on mine.  I am nothing without your spirit's touch." 

"That makes two of us, my love," he answered. 

I was amazed to realize the truth of what I'd just said.  Since Tyrone
had come into my life, things had improved greatly.  I was never alone
anymore, always feeling his touch, even when we were a continent apart.
 Somehow, through our constant sexual activities, our walks and talks
and our explorations of each other's lives, our spirits had joined and
never separated. 

Gently, he moved towards me and kissed me lightly on my forehead.  I
sighed softly in pleasure at the touch of his lips.  Reluctantly, I
felt him begin to slide his fingers out of my pussy.  As his fingers
left me, a massive flow of my fluids jetted out and sprayed all over
the passenger compartment floor.  As I sat up and put my feet on the
floor, I heard a squishing sound and felt the wetness on my feet as it
sloshed up over my shoes.  I looked up at him horrified. 

He laughed and smiled.  "Yes, Myra, that all came out of your pussy.
I've never seen any woman ejaculate as hard or as fast or as many times
as you did." 

"But, but," I spluttered, "even at the best I've never managed more than
three or four!" 

"I don't know how many times you did it, but it was a lot more than
that!  I don't think you stopped for almost five minutes." 

"No!  That can't be!  No woman could manage that!"  I gasped out, my
shock showing on my face. 

"I don't know anything about that, Myra.  I just know that you had a
river squirting out of you around my fingers.  Even when I put a third
one into you, your pussy just opened up, took it in and continued to
spray.  No wonder you passed out." 

I smiled up at him and caressed the side of his face with my hand.  "I
passed out because you filled me with so much pleasure, I couldn't
contain any more.  Now, I feel so complete with you and so fulfilled.
But, I also still feel so totally horny, I could fuck an army!" 

I couldn't understand it.  I'd just had the most intense orgasms of my
life and I still craved more.  I began to think that those who said I
am a nymphomaniac and totally insatiable were right. 

"I'm glad you feel that way; slave," Tyrone continued, "because we
aren't close to done yet." 

I shot up, a big smile on my face. "Does that mean you're going to fuck
me now?"  I asked as my hand went between my legs, spreading my vaginal
lips apart to invite him into me. 

"No, slave, not yet.  Tonight you will be fucked multiple times by
multiple men." 

My mouth dropped open.  I'd come here to be with him and be fucked by
him and not others. 

"Tyrone, I don't want others, I want you!  I want you over and over and
everywhere!"  I whined. 

"You'll have me, as often as possible, Myra.  But, I am going to
introduce you to some friends of mine and give you to them.  You are my
slave this weekend and I can use your body as I see fit." 

I looked up at him, tears welling in my eyes.  I wasn't quite sure how
to respond but a retort was foremost on my lips.  I looked deeply into
his eyes, mine beginning to blur with tears.  I saw determination in
them but also a touch of fear and hope.  For some reason he wanted to
dominate me this weekend and needed me to be submissive to him.  Seeing
his expression, I felt a sense of trust and safety come over me and I
knew it was going to be fine.  I decided to stay in the role and see
where it would lead. 

"Yes, master, my body is yours to use or give away as you see fit.
Command me and I will obey" 

A look of relief and happiness briefly crossed his face before he hid
his emotions behind a stern mask. 

"Buckle up, slave but leave your dress as it is now." 

I reached up and drew the seatbelt over me, fastening it.  As I looked
down, I saw that my breasts and lower body were fully exposed.  I was
sitting in a huge wet spot and my shoes were soaking in the fluids I'd
jetted onto the floor of the car.  He cinched his own seatbelt and
started the car.  Soon, I was looking out and around the city as we
drove, my body fully exposed with the exception of my belly and waist
where my dress still covered me. 

We drove through the heart of the town, having to stop at almost every
light.  Quite a few men got a good look at my exposed breasts and my
rigid nipples and let me know what they thought of my exposure.  Some,
sitting high up in their SUV's and trucks got to see my exposed pussy
as well.  I became so aroused by them seeing my public exposure that I
slid my hand between my legs and began to stroke my clit and finger
myself.  Even after the exquisite and complete orgasms Tyrone had given
me, I was still ready for more! 

Tyrone surprised me again, pulling into a movie complex.  He unfastened
his seatbelt and told me to fix my dress and cinch up my hair.  I did
as he instructed, fixing my hair in a ponytail.  Finished, I couldn't
help but see and stare, admiringly, at the sparkling bracelet on my
right wrist.  From it, I turned my eyes to Tyrone and gazed at him
lovingly. 

We exited the car.  He took my hand, leading me to the theater.  At the
window he purchased two tickets and we headed into the theater.  We
found the room where the movie was to be shown and slipped into the
back row.  As soon as we were seated, I pulled on the arm rest between
Tyrone's seat and mine and was delighted that it rose up and out of the
way.  I slid over and, as he put his arm around me, I snuggled down
against him, resting my head on his shoulder. 

The lights dimmed and the movie began.  Before the title was displayed,
Tyrone slid his hand up my dress and began to caress my pussy.  I
spread my legs to give him full and complete access to my sex.  Playing
his slave or not, his touch was always welcomed.  I moaned happily when
I felt his other hand slide down inside my dress and cup my breast.  I
didn't care about the movie; I was ready to sit there enjoying his
hands on me as long as possible. 

Lost in the pleasure Tyrone was giving to me, I saw nothing of the
movie.  I just laid my head against his shoulder and moaned my pleasure
into his neck and his ear.  He knew every orgasm I had during the movie
by the pressure of my pussy on his fingers and the copious amounts of
fluids that were running out of me.  I moaned in disappointment as the
movie ended and he slid his fingers out of my pussy and released my
breast. 

I fixed my top so it didn't look like I'd just spent two hours with a
hand inside it.  When we stood up, I glanced down at my seat and
giggled.  It was soaked with my vaginal fluids.  I felt sorry for
whoever was going to be there for the next showing.  We left the
theater hand in hand and went back to his car.  I slid into the
passenger seat and hiked up my dress so I was fully exposed.  When
Tyrone got in on the driver's side, I smiled up at him, leaning into
him. 

"Master, I'm ready for you, please fuck me right here!"  I begged,
spreading my legs in offering as I smiled at him and fluttered my
eyelashes. 

He looked down at me and the expectant smile on my face.  He reached
over and slid his hand between my spread thighs and caressed my swollen
lips.  He then smacked them lightly, making me coo in pleasure.  When
he dipped his middle finger between my lips and slid it into my
opening, I leaned against him and sighed, happy at his entrance.  I
felt his finger penetrate me fully, wriggling and exploring.  He then
withdrew it and moved up to my clit and began to rapidly stroke it.  I
gasped and clung to him, reaching orgasm in less than a minute.  As my
orgasm passed, I looked up at him again, desperation now on my face. 

"Please, master, take me, now, I need your big, hard cock inside me!
Fuck me and fill me with your sperm!"  I begged as tears of need in my
eyes. 

Tyrone looked down at my sympathetically.  Instead of moving over me,
pushing my seat back and mounting my craving body, he stroked his cum
coated fingers through my hair and stroked my face.  He then brought
his lips to mine and kissed me gently for a long time.  I melted into
him, trying to will my body to slide into his and become a part of him.
 Of course, that didn't happen as it had with our spirits.  The kiss
ended and he pulled away from me.  I looked up into his eyes and saw
his smile and the sympathy in his eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Myra, but I can't make love to you right now, much as I want
to.  I have to get you to where you will be performing soon and get you
prepared.  Besides, you've drained me so much I don't think I can cum
in you again for awhile." 

"Please, master, then let me suck your cock!  I need you in my body," I
pleaded, running my hand over his covered cock. 

He looked at my pleading face and I saw softness grow there.  With a
small smile, he nodded his head in acceptance.  My face lit up with a
big smile and I began to caress his cock, anxious to devour it.
Smiling down at me and my excitement, Tyrone unfastened his pants and
drew his soft cock out.  I slid my hands around it, cooing as I saw it.
 Running my fingers over and around it, I smiled up at him, letting him
see my pleasure and the thankfulness on my face. 

I looked down and saw some moisture growing at the slit.  Holding the
shaft firmly in my hands, I dove down into his lap and parted my lips
as they touched his tip, sliding it into my mouth.  His taste was so
wonderful I moaned in joy as it registered in my mind.  I slid my hands
down his shaft until I had my thumb and index finger from each hand
around him and let the rest of his length slide into me. 

I held him there and eagerly wrapped my tongue around him and rippled it
along his stiffening length.  As he grew slightly, I let his head slide
into my throat, gurgling happily at his presence.  Eager to feed on his
sex, I began to slide my mouth up and down his shaft, constantly
moaning and cooing as I feasted on my favorite treat! 

I could feel his response to my activities.  He grew fully hard and
erect, his nine inches of thick, black cock filling my mouth and
throat.  I felt his fingers gently caressing the stretched white skin
of my throat.  I felt his hips begin to move, hunching up at me each
time I drove down onto him.  When he put his hand on the back of my
head and held me tightly as he began to thrust into my face, I was
filled with joy, knowing I was about to be fed my favorite meal! 

I relaxed my throat and mouth and gave myself over to Tyrone, allowing
him to be my weekend master.  I was beginning to enjoy being his sex
slave and thinking it might be a role I'd fall into with him now and
then! 

As I began to relish giving my total being over to him, I felt the first
rush of his cum jetting into my stomach.  I knew, no matter what, I was
his.  I surrendered my heart and my body to him without reservation.
No matter who either of us fucked, we would always belong to each
other.  Since our first meeting, we've both always gotten off when the
other gave details of recent sexual escapades as our bodies were
joined. 

At long last, his spasms passed and his cum stopped flowing.  I clamped
my lips tightly around him and drew my mouth upwards, forcing all the
sperm remaining in his tube out of his body and into my mouth.  I
looked up at him, my eyes gleaming with happiness and tears of joy and
saw his sweet smile as I swallowed the last of his gift to me. 

"I love you, Tyrone!  You are more potent than you realize!"  I cried
out to him. 

He stroked my hair gently and then the side of my face.  I nuzzled my
face against his palm.  He put his hand under my chin and lifted my
head so I was staring up at his face. 

"I love you as well, Myra Simmons!  You are the one who holds my heart
in her hands, the most perfect person in my life!  For this weekend you
are my willing slave and I your master.  In life, however, you are my
equal and my partner, whom I have and will forever share everything I
am." 

He pulled me up to him, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply
and passionately.  Just like a proper slave, I gave myself to him
totally, letting him kiss me, and use me as he desired.  Everything he
did pleasured me.  I was even beginning to look forward to having his
friends use my body for their pleasure as long as he was there,
watching and joining.  If it gave him pleasure to share me, I wanted to
be shared! 

The kiss ending I looked up into his love filled eyes.  Mine were
burning with love and tears of joy. 

"Tyrone, give me to your friends.  I want to see the pleasure on your
face as they put their black cocks into me and shoot cum in and on me.
I want to see your joy as you see me having orgasms as they ride me and
use me.  If it pleasures you, I want to do it!" 

He smiled at me and kissed me again. 

"Good, then let's get going so we can get you ready." 

With that, I slid back into my seat and paused as he reached over and
pulled my top down again.  I connected the seatbelt and smiled at him,
joy on my face, as I thrust out my breasts to make them even more
prominent. 

As he pulled out of the parking lot, several moviegoers walking in
spotted me and hooted at me.  I could see they were young men and I
flashed a smile at them and began to caress my breasts and roll my
nipples.   Beside me, I could hear Tyrone chuckling. 

"Myra you are such an exhibitionist slut!  How can I not love you?"  He
commented smiling. 

It made me think.  I'd never been much of a public exhibitionist but was
always ready to show off my body in private.  Having been with so many
male and female lovers, I actually felt more comfortable nude than
clothed.  In my position as his slave, I felt so much more free and
able to give in to my exhibitionist tendencies.  No wonder I had no
problem last night walking naked from his car to his house or riding
around topless and fully exposed.  I was with my master and I was safe,
so why not show off all of me? 

I smiled over at him and began to fondle both my breasts, finally
pinching both my nipples. 

"What can I say, Tyrone, you bring out the slut in me.  I love showing
everyone your prize possession and the place you will be putting your
gorgeous cock at every opportunity!  I can still taste you in my mouth
and I love it!  Can I have you again as we drive to where we are
going?"  I asked anxiously, breathing rapidly. 

He laughed at me and reached out to stroke the side of my face. 

"No, Myra, you've drained me quite well, thank you.  By the time you
have cum from three new men inside your body I might be ready to enter
you and fill you again." 

"I hope so, master," I responded breathlessly and smiling mischievously
at him, "I want you in my pussy after they use me.  I want to fall
asleep knowing the last cock that filled me with cum was yours!" 

With that, Tyrone concentrated on the road and I continued to play with
my breasts.  As we pulled into a strange driveway, I gasped and gave
myself over to the orgasm that was ripping through my body. 

Tyrone sat there, car turned off and watched as my body shook and
shuddered.  As the last vestiges passed through me, I felt his gentle
caress on my neck.  I looked over at him and smiled, letting him see
how much I enjoyed playing with myself in front of him.  He smiled back
already aware of my love of masturbating before him.  He could never do
it in front of me because I always dive at his cock as soon as it's in
view and put it into my body somewhere before he has the chance! 

We were parked in a private drive at another house.  It was dark with
the exception of a light by the front door.  No lights were visible
inside.  I could barely make out the shape of the house in the dark,
but I could tell it was large.  As I was staring up at it, Tyrone
barked a command to me. 

"Slave, strip naked, now!" 

I looked at him, startled.  My first reaction was to tell him no!  The
role I was playing then returned to my mind and I relaxed.  Staring at
him, I smiled, unfastened my seatbelt and then pulled my dress up over
my head, tossing it onto the back seat of his car.  I sat there naked,
wet and excited. 

"Do you like me naked, master?"  I asked as I smiled up at him, coyly
and blinked my eyes at him. 

"Yes, slave, you look beautiful when you are naked."  He replied,
smiling. 

He opened his door and exited the car.  He popped the trunk open and
retrieved something before closing it quickly and coming around to my
door.  Swinging the door open, he leaned in and ran his fingers over my
collar of submission until he found the D-ring on it.  He gently spun
the collar around until the ring was facing the open door and then he
fastened something to it.  I looked at it and realized that he'd
attached a silver chain to it that led to a strap that was wrapped
around his hand. 

"Would master like me to walk like a woman or like a dog on her leash?"
I asked him sharply, not happy with this level of humiliation. 

"Like the beautiful woman you are slave.  There may be other times that
you'll be required to crawl, but not tonight." He replied unaffected by
my tone. 

I slid out of the car and stood there, naked, pale and blond next to his
muscular, clothed black body.  Pulling on the chain, he guided me up to
the front door, where I stood naked and exposed under the light as he
fished out the key.  Glancing over at me he raised his eyebrows. 

"Unleash your hair slave.  Let your radiance shine around you!" 

Startled by his words, I jumped.  Reaching back, I yanked the clips out
of my hair and let it fall loosely about me.  It spread over my back,
encasing me to my waist in filaments of soft blonde waves.  It felt
good on the top curve of my ass cheeks, so I wiggled a bit to let it
brush against my skin.  Tyrone saw what I did and smiled at me as the
door swung open. 

Being led by my leash, I entered the front door, which Tyrone closed
behind me.  I could see Tyrone's arousal even in the dim light from the
moon that was filtering into the room. 

"Master, may I mount you?  You seem in need of my sex."  I asked,
pleadingly. 

"No, slave, that will come later.  For now, you must be prepared for
your guests who will be here shortly to penetrate you." 

He led me to a staircase and then up it.  At the top was a hallway with
a railing open to the lower floor.  Along it was a series of doors.
Tyrone led me to the last one, opened it and drew me into it.  After
closing the door behind me, he flipped on the light switch.  I was in a
rather large and ornate bedroom with a large bed in the middle, against
one wall.  The room was elegant with all the furnishings, obviously the
residence of someone quite rich.  I looked around in wonder and then at
Tyrone. 

"Is this where I am to be taken, master?  Is this bed where I will
accept your companions into my body?"  I asked as I stared up at him
with a coquettish smile and a sensual pose. 

"No, my slutty slave, this is just your preparation room.  You'll be
taken in the grand foyer we passed through downstairs.  You will remain
here and be good until I come for you.  If you try to leave or sneak a
peek, I will spank you until your bottom is swollen and red and sore
and then cuff you to the bed." 

I looked at him horrified.  The thought of his spanking me made me flush
with heat and desire, my flesh ready for his hand slapping against me.
The thought of being restrained, however, made my blood run cold. 

"No master, you will not restrain me!" 

"If you do not obey, I will, much as I don't want to."  He responded
forcefully before leaving, shutting and locking the door behind him. 

"Smart ass!"  I thought as I heard the lock snick shut.  He knew there
was no way I could sneak out or peak with the door locked from the
outside and no method inside of opening it! 

I walked around the room slowly, exploring it.  I heard a gentle
rattling sound as I moved and looked behind me to see the silver leash
dragging on the floor.  I wasn't so sure about this being led on a
leash but, feeling quite slutty and extremely horny, I decided I was
going to make the most of it.  I was going to play up to Tyrone through
the evening, being a perfect sex slave but also tormenting him as much
as I could.  He was going to fuck me silly before, during or after his
friends and I was going to seduce him until he did! 

Walking into the bathroom, I saw a huge tub there.  I was tempted to
fill it up with hot, sudsy water and slip into it.  I went to the
bedroom door and put my ear to it, listening for the sound of voices.
There weren't any, so I decided a bath was in order.  I returned to the
bath and began to fill the tub with hot water.  I found some scented
oils and poured some into the water, followed by a bubble bath I'd
found.  Soon, the sweet aromatic scent of the oil was filling the room
and the bubbles filled the tub to the brim.  Carefully, I removed the
bracelet from my wrist and then the collar from my neck and set them on
the  counter.  I rummaged around and found a shower cap which I put
over my head, gathering up my hair in it.  Eagerly, I stepped into the
steaming water, sighing as I settled into it.  I laid back, letting it
cover my body from neck to toes, resting my head on the tub's edge.  As
I began reviewing the events since Friday morning, I swiftly drifted
off to sleep. 

I woke with a start when I heard a sound.  I opened my eyes and looked
around quickly and saw Tyrone standing in the doorway.  He had his
hands on his hips and a big smile on his face.  He slowly walked
towards me. 

"I see my slave is addicted to bathing.  I think you spend more time in
a tub than bed." 

"No master," I replied coyly in response to his possessive name, "I love
lying in bed naked and being fucked more than anything!  But, I love to
be clean and smell sexy when meeting new lovers who will be using my
body at my master's behest." 

Tyrone laughed out loud at my words and tone.  As he came over and knelt
beside the tub, I looked deeply into his eyes, my need for him evident
in my gaze.  I smiled softly and looked down coyly, mischief evident on
my face and in my voice. 

"Would master like to wash his slave to prepare her for his friends?
Cleanse me so they can fuck me and soil me as you desire?"  I asked
breathlessly. 

Smiling, he took up the sponge and began to use it on my body.  I
shifted and moved so that he could clean every part of me.  I loved the
way he cleaned my ass cheeks and crack when I rolled over onto my
stomach.  Finished, he helped me out of the tub, wrapped a towel around
me and dried me off.  I just stood there, smiling at him, allowing him
to care for me.  It was a very erotic feeling, I must say! 

Finished, he picked up my collar of submission and put it back on my
throat.  He then put the diamond bracelet back on my right wrist and
then went into the main room to retrieve the necklace and earrings he'd
just purchased for me.  Soon, he had them on me as well.  I looked down
at the necklace and saw the light shimmering on the joined figures
which made them look like they were moving in their sexual union. 

Taking the strap of the leash, Tyrone led me into the main bedroom and
stopped me at the edge of the bed.  I could see his cock was fully
erect as he looked me up and down.  His reaction to my body and the
hunger in his eyes made me crave him totally.  I backed up to the bed,
letting my legs press up against it.  I sat down on it and then lay
back, putting my heels on the edge with my knees high in the air.  I
pressed my heels into the outer portions of my ass cheeks and spread my
knees wide.  Reaching down between my spread legs with both hands, I
pulled my vaginal lips apart, exposing my inner pussy.  I pulled the
inner lips open as well exposing my wet opening to his full view. 

"Please master, mount me and penetrate me!  I need your gorgeous cock
inside me!  Please, prepare me for your friends by stretching me open
and lubricating me with your seed!"  I begged. 

I lay there, looking up at him, noting the indecisiveness on his face.
His cock grew harder, jutting out more from his pants.  I wanted him to
fuck me hard and fast!  I could feel my lust and need building and knew
I'd cum quickly on him. 

"Please master, I need to feel your cock inside me, thrusting into me,
stretching me, using me!  I need the completion that your presence in
my body gives me."  With a bit of sarcasm in my voice, I continued, "I
belong to you, master and crave union with you!" 

I squirmed around, wriggling my bottom on the bed's edge, giving him a
sensual gaze.  I continued to hold my pussy open fully and began to run
a finger up and down my exposed slit. I kept my eyes locked on his,
which kept darting from my face to my pussy.  I let my lust for his sex
show on my face. 

He sighed and made his decision.  I cooed happily and smiled as I saw
him begin to unfasten his pants.  Soon, his raging, black hard-on was
visible and I watched it's movements as he walked towards me.  I stared
at it as he put it against my opening, between my hands, I sighed in
pure joy as I felt his thick shaft sliding into my depths.  Once again,
I felt complete! 

I laid there, remaining spread open as he began to slide his cock in and
out of my pussy.  With each of his strokes, I could feel my pussy walls
stretching and my fluids beginning to gush out of me.  I looked down at
our union and saw the slick wetness on his cock and then saw that his
balls were also soaked, my fluids dripping off them and onto the floor.
 I stared at his cock, mesmerized and totally aroused by the site of it
sliding easily in and out of my pussy, watching as my lips clung to him
with each move, flexing in and out with his movements.  He put his hand
on my groin and soon I felt his thumb stroking and rolling my clit.  My
head fell back and I gave myself over to the pleasures he was
generating within me. 

My arousal grew rapidly, spreading thorough my entire body.  My face,
hands and arms were flushing red, as well as my entire torso.  My
nipples were hard rocks at the tip of each swollen breast, yearning to
be kissed, sucked and pinched.  My hips were thrusting up continually,
meeting each thrust of Tyrone's cock into my body.  All too rapidly, my
lust overflowed and spilled out of me, making my body convulse in
orgasmic spasms as a wave of white light flashed through my brain.  I
was filled with my lover's cock and would soon be carrying his special
seed in my womb. 

Suddenly, I was empty!  My pussy no longer contained the cock that I
needed and craved!  I moaned out my sorrow loudly, protesting fiercely! 

"No!  Put it back into me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me, Tyrone, my master!"  I
pleaded as I held my pussy open for him and wriggled my aroused bottom
on the bed. 

"No, slave, you had your orgasm and your pussy has been stretched.  You
are prepared to meet your lovers." He responded. 

I moaned in loss, pulling my pussy open wider for him to see.  It had no
effect on him.  He stood there, raging hard-on jutting out from his
body, coated in my vaginal fluids and leaking his own fluids.  I stared
at it, hunger on my face.  I moved fast, flipping off the bed and
landing on my hands and feet in front of him, the chain rattling off
the bed and onto the floor beside me.  I lunged at his exposed cock,
opening my mouth wide to capture him and his sweet discharges.  My lips
closed on air and I cried! 

I knelt there, looking up at him, pleading with my eyes and face for his
cock.  My tears streamed down my face and dripped onto the floor.  He
looked down at me and slipped his boxers back on, hiding his cock from
my view.  He then retrieved his pants and pulled them on, fastening
them, his expression letting me know I wasn't going to have him again
until he decided I was ready. 

Tyrone bent down and picked up the strap to my leash.  Yanking on it, he
pulled me to a standing position.  He led me to the bathroom where he
grabbed the sponge he'd bathed me with.  Gently, he wiped my face clean
of my tears.  He then took a brush out of the cabinet and ordered me to
turn my back to him.  I did so and soon felt the comforting feel of his
hands on me and in my hair.  Soon, he was brushing my hair in a steady,
gentle fashion that I'd come to anticipate and enjoy.  He stopped when
my hair was hanging in loose waves of pure blonde radiance over my
back.  Coming around to my front, he looked me up and down before he
reached over each shoulder and drew some of my hair to the front,
arranging it over my breasts.  I looked down to see my breasts were
covered by my golden locks but my rigid nipples were peeking out. 

I looked up and saw Tyrone smiling at me. 

"Now you are ready to be presented to the men who will fuck you tonight.
 You will give yourself to them in any and every way they demand.  You
are a fuck toy tonight and your body serves only one purpose, to
pleasure all of them beyond anything they have ever experienced." 

He could see from my face how anxious I was to be introduced and used by
his friends as he watched. 

As he led me out by the leash, excitement and lust began to churn in my
groin, threatening to burst out and overpower any remnant of
sensibility and dignity I had left.  I was ready, willing and anxious
to be used as a fuck toy!