Sex Show Stories

I always knew there was something different about him: The way his hazel eyes always seemed to see right through me, the way his smile seemed to say ‘Let’s make love’ and ‘Let’s fuck’ all at the same time. I am talking about my boyfriend, Angelo.

I met him through my best friend. Her brother had him over one day watching a football game. I’ve known my best friend for over ten years, so I considered myself and was considered, part of the family. When the doorbell rang, I took it upon myself to answer it, seeing as though my best friend was making snacks and her brother was making the living room ‘Guy Friendly’, or so he called it.

When I opened the door, my breath caught in my throat: In front of me stood everything I ever fantasized in a man. He was tall, scratch that, VERY tall, 6′7 or 6′8 was my guess and he was big, by no means fat, he had the perfect build. His hair was kinda messy, but it suited him. He was dressed in a white tank top and jeans. His hazel eyes looked me up and down as he smiled down at me. It took me awhile to realize I was just staring at him dumbly, and that’s not attractive.

“Hey,” he said, before I could open my mouth to speak. “I’m Angelo, Daniel’s friend. He invited me over to watch the game?”

I nodded, opened the door, and stood to the side, allowing him to enter. ‘God! Why can’t I talk?’ I asked myself as he walked past me and joined Daniel in the living room. I went into the kitchen to ask my best friend about Angelo.

“Who is that guy?” I ask her.

“Who? Angelo? He’s just one of Daniel’s friends, he comes around every now and then to watch a game or something like that,” she says, purposely trying to leave out as much as she can to keep me asking questions.

“Why haven’t I ever seen him?” I ask her.

“He doesn’t come around much, Kya, and you don’t either,” she answers, rubbing my busy schedule in my face.

“Do you know what he does?” I ask, knowing that I’m prying, but I don’t care; this guy was the very essence of sex in the flesh.

“Daniel says that he’s some sort of ‘entertainer’, whatever that means.” She said, rolling her eyes.

“HEY, RACHEL! THE GAME’S ABOUT TO START!” Daniel yells, interrupting my questions. Rachel looked at me and shrugged her shoulders, “Do you want to watch the game?”.

Now, I normally hate football, there’s too many rules and too many ways to score for me, it’s always a flag here, a penalty there, losing yards, gaining yards, I never know what’s going on. What I did know was that this is a college football game and it was between OU and MIZZOU. What I liked about that football game was that Daniel and Angelo were so wrapped up in it that I could finally get a good look at Angelo. God, he was hot, his shoulders were so broad, his arms so strong, he was so masculine and it drove me wild. Something happened on the game that made the guys yell in celebration, the commentator yelled, “TOUCHDOWN OKLAHOMA!”

Daniel jumped up and shook me, “KYA, DID YOU SEE THAT? HOW COULD YOU NOT BE EXCITED ABOUT THAT PLAY?”

I laughed and pushed him away, “Because I have no idea what I’m watching,” I say as he sits back down.

“I do,” Rachel says, elbowing me.

I love Rachel, but at that moment, I hated her because Angelo and Daniel both looked at me when she said that. Daniel laughed to my expense, but Angelo smiled and winked at me. His teeth were dazzling white. I loved Rachel again.

Over the next few weeks, we played this game, going over Rachel and Daniel’s to flirt and smile. Of course, over time it blossomed into something more: pure lust. There were so many times we would find ways to fool around. I would go to the kitchen for this reason and he would follow for that reason.

I remember one day in particular, our first time together, it was a game night, professional basketball this time, something I could relate to. I went to the kitchen to wash a few of the dishes. Angelo came into the kitchen while I was finishing them up for a beer and more nachos. He spied me at the sink and he walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist.

“What took you so long?” I pouted as I reached behind me and rubbed his cock through his pants.

“I had to wait for halftime, this is a good game,” he said kissing my neck. “Mmm, do you know how easy it would be to take you right now?”

I felt myself getting wet hearing him talk this way, I pushed my ass against his hardening cock. I turned to face him looking him deep in the eyes. “I don’t know but I would love to find out,” I said carefully putting emphasis on the word ‘love’.

Apparently, he wanted to find out, too, because without another word, he picked me up, sat me on the counter, and began unbuttoning my blouse. His eyes grew wide as he slowly exposed more and more of my brown skin.

“Mmm, Baby, I love your tits,” he said as he unhooked my bra and started kissing them, he then grabbed my right breast and began sucking my nipple. Oh, he looked so hot looking up at me with those piercing hazel eyes. As I tilted my head back, I felt him rubbing my pussy through my panties. My skirt was bunched around my waist, I felt like such a slut, I was in ecstasy. “Wow, Ky.your so wet,” he said as he pushed my panties to the side and slid his middle finger deep inside of me. I gasped and began to moan as he slid his index finger in as well, while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. Damn, this man was a pro! He finger fucked me until came close to climax and then he pulled them out. I was so pissed and I made no effort to hide it. “Don’t give me that look, I know what I’m doing,” he said, almost laughing at my expression. My pussy could vouch for that, he definitely knew what he was doing. He dropped down to his knees and slid my panties off, he noticed how soaked they were and smiled. “I definitely have to eat some of this juicy pussy,” he said giving me a devilish grin.

With that being my warning, he dove in sucking and nibbling my clit, he reached a large hand up and grabbed my breast, squeezing it hard in his hand making me moan loudly. As his tongue prodded my tight pussy, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I was about to cum and didn’t care who heard me.

“AH, AH, ANGELO, I’M AH, AH, ABOUT TO CUM!” I screamed as he pushed his fingers into me and began to pound my tight little pussy while he sucked my hard clit. I felt the pressure building up in my belly and I tried to hold it, with a loud scream, I released my climax all over his face.

He pulled his fingers from my pussy and sucked them clean. “That’s some high quality, black pussy you have there, Ky,” he said as I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm. He came up to kiss me and we shared a kiss, sweet with my juices. I licked the remaining cum from his lips and chin.

I reached down and rubbed at his cock and smiled, happy that I made it so hard. “It’s your turn, Baby,” I said as I sank down to my knees and unbuckled his belt and got his jeans down. A moan escaped my mouth when I saw this glorious sight in front of me, he had a nice, thick cock that made my mouth water just looking at it. It was like something out of the movies! His balls were full and heavy, it looked as if it’s been awhile since he had a good nut.

“Ky, quit staring and make me feel good,” he breathed. I began sucking just the head, and licking down the shaft just to get the whole thing wet. I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked hard as I rubbed his cock, squeezing slightly at the head, he drew in a sharp breath and continued to instruct me. “Oh, shit, Ky.yeah, like that mmmm! Take it in your throat!”

I began to bob harder and deeper on this Sex God’s cock, letting it go deeper and deeper in my throat. Angelo began to tense up and his dick got rock hard, I knew he was about to cum. I wanted him to, I wanted it wherever it landed, down my throat, all over my body, in my pussy, I didn’t care. He grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth, deeper than I could have gone on my own, I gagged, but he didn’t care. He wanted to get this nut off. He pulled my head back and busted all over my face, neck, and tits. This made me feel like such a whore.I couldn’t get enough of it. I began to run my hands all over, rubbing it in. This seemed to make him happy, because he just stared at me, watching me be such a nasty slut.

“Oh, damn, you’re nasty,” Angelo said as he watched me. His cock began to get hard again. I smiled and licked my fingers, loving that it was me doing this to him. He picked me up and sat me back down on the counter, pushing me back far enough to put my legs up. I felt so vulnerable and open, with my legs spread wide like this. I really felt slutty, now. He ran a finger down my slit and some of my juices dripped to the floor. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down my slit making me drip even more. He looked at me as if he was trying to figure out what was making me so wet.

“This is it Ky, no turning back now,” he said, smiling. “This,” he said as he smacked my clit with his dickhead, causing me to gasp in pleasure. “is gonna be mine when I get this nut off in it.” I smiled, licked my lips and nodded consent as he plunged into my pussy. My pussy was so tight, it hurt so bad, I began to cry. He shushed me by covering my mouth with his as he pounded my little pink hole over and over.

I began to orgasm, my pussy groping his cock tightly. “OH, SHIT, ANGELO, YOU’RE SO BIG, MMMM, AND SOOO HARD, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD! MAKE ME YOUR’S, OWN ME, AHH!”

Hearing me scream, turned him on, “SHIT, KY, YEAH, CUM ON THIS DICK, CUM ON THIS DICK!” He yelled as his cock got rock hard inside of me and then I felt that familiar tensing. I felt his hot cum splash the inside of my pussy, it felt sooo good.

My world seemed to be spinning, I was fading in and out of reality. I felt a warm towel on my body, wiping away Angelo’s cum, then I felt the towel between my legs wiping me clean. I opened my eyes and saw Angelo cleaning me and soon he began to dress me, he put my panties into his pocket and carried me into the living room.

Daniel looked at Angelo and said that the Lakers beat the Nuggets. Angelo sat on the sofa and I curled up next to him. I opened my eyes long enough to look at Rachel and she gave me a knowing smile.

Chapter Four

When I opened my eyes, a few moments later, Oscar was gone. Josh was standing in front of me and he put a glass of water to my lips offering a small drink. I was surprised by his kindness and wondered what he was up to. I decided it was probably because he wanted me to recover so he could continue the punishment.

Josh paced back and forth in front of me silently for a few moments as if debating his next move. He turned around sharply facing me and played with the remote he took from his pocket. I couldn’t tell if he turned the dial up or down. Up I presumed knowing Josh.

“Sarah, I’m going to ask you some questions and if you don’t answer me truthfully, this remote is going to be activated until the batteries run out. Do you understand me?” Josh asked.

I shook my head slowly acknowledging his words.

“Answer me vocally, Sarah,” Josh demanded.

“Yes, Master I understand, ” as I whispered trying to find my voice.

“Good. First question then. Is Michael the only person you’ve had sex with?” Josh asked with his back turned towards me again.

“Yes Master,” I answered wondering what his questions were leading up to. He knew the answer to that question. He sold my cherry to Michael and watched the tape if not the live version behind the one-way glass.

“Did Benny touch you in the woods?” Josh asked next.

“No Master. Ben was a perfect gentleman, besides the spanking,” I added. Then I realized the truth, Josh was jealous. He was afraid something happened in the woods. I wanted to laugh but didn’t even have the energy. I wondered why Josh didn’t confront Ben himself, if he wanted to know what happened. With Ben supposedly being such an obedient slave, he’d tell Josh everything that happened in the woods if asked. Perhaps he didn’t want Holly to know about his jealousy, I thought.

“What did Benny and you talk about on the way back to the club?” Josh asked next.

“We didn’t talk about much of anything,” I said before I screamed. Josh pushed the button down and my clit was burning with fire from the pain I experienced for a few brief seconds. I was gasping for air and would have doubled over if I were free from the wooden frame sitting on the stage floor. Josh walked over to me and pinched my chin forcing me to look up at him.

“That’s not how the game is to be played, Sarah. You need to answer my questions. That was not an answer, nor how you should talk to your Master.” Josh said as he pushed my head away.

It was all about control with Josh, the power of controlling another person. My eyes caught the erection growing in the crotch area of his pants and I knew he would be demanding more than his normal oral sex from me tonight. His wait was over eith my cherry being sold and he would fuck me before this night was through. He wouldn’t wait for us to get back to the cabin, for he was in no condition to drive back home. I knew we would be staying another night at the club and worried if my punishment would linger long into the night.

“Now, try again!” Josh ordered.

“Ben told me how he met Holly and has been with her these past fourteen years after remolding her house. He got tired of me begging to be let go so he put a twig between my lips to silence me. When I dropped it, Ben hit me with a stick and carried me back here. That’s all that happened,” I said telling the truth.

“Benny never touched you sexually in any way?” Josh asked the same question with different wording more direct and to the point.

“No Master,” I replied.

“You’re telling the truth, Sarah. I’m good at reading people and I know you didn’t lie to me just now. However, I’m just a little baffled at the way Benny looked at you. I have known Benny the whole time he has been with Holly and I have never once seen his eyes twinkle with desire for anyone besides her. He wanted you. But then, most do. Don’t they, my wife?” Relieved, Josh laughed.

“I’m pleased to know that Benny didn’t act upon it. I wasn’t sure what would have transpired if he had, that was a bridge I didn’t want to cross.” Josh smiled.

“Will you try to run away from me again?” Josh asked changing the conversation and playing with the remote in his hand.

Did he change the dial up higher again, I wondered. I thought about that question and knew the answer Josh wanted to hear but could I speak it truthfully? I wouldn’t be free from him until he was dead. Josh would chase after me everywhere I went. I would constantly have to look over my shoulder searching for him, so even free, I would have no freedom. I wouldn’t be able to escape from him. I would have to kill him someday. I shivered from that thought.

“No Master! I won’t run away from you,” I answered Josh truthfully.

I gave him the power over me and watched his lips curl to the evil grin I was accustom to seeing on his face, and then lowered my head submissively looking at the stage floor.

He bent down and removed the clamp from my sore clit and enjoyed my screams and moans as the blood returned to the blue colored skin. Josh removed the two ropes from outside of the frame. Then untied me, I was free. However, my limbs were numb like being asleep and I couldn’t move or prevent myself from falling over and the sound echoed as my body and head hit the stage floor. Josh wiped the blood away from my bleeding lip, picked me up and carried me off the stage. I closed my eyes exhausted, limp in his arms.

I opened my eyes as Josh laid me on the soft bed. I was in the same room Michael had taken my cherry earlier. I knew Josh planned it that way, to repeat the performance, this time for his pleasure. He intended to have his way with me, to fuck me. I was too tired to fight.

Instead of looking at Josh, I watched his movements in the mirrored glass wall. I saw my tortured body for the first time and tears formed in my eyes. It was silent tears that formed and ran down my cheeks because I hardly recognized myself. I looked like a battered housewife.

As Josh positioned his penis at my abused vagina entrance, I screamed out just from the light touch. Uncaringly, Josh rammed his cock into my dry cunt, claiming me for his own at long last. I knew he enjoyed my screams and determined it was punishment I well deserved. The sounds my ears heard filling the room surprised me. They were coming from my opened mouth and more so because I couldn’t control them. My mind fought to find silence, peace, not wanting to allow Josh the pleasure of knowing he was hurting me but the pain was over bearing. I screamed for all I was worth.

“You belong to me, Sarah. You’re my wife and I will do as I please with you,” Josh said angrily perhaps growing tired of my noise. He withdrew from my sore cunt and grabbed my legs. He pulled my legs over his shoulders, my thighs rested against his chest as he aimed his cock again. This time he aimed for my rear passageway and I trembled and voiced an actually word.

“NNNNOOOOOOOO!” I begged him.

Josh didn’t care or stop. He pushed his hips forward and penetrated his cock head inside my anus.

“It’s time for me to claim your other cherry, Sarah. The one I have fantasized about taking since the day we met. It was my own punishment looking at you running around nude all day and not taking you. It took all the will power I owned to stop myself.” Josh admitted.

He grabbed my legs pushing harder against my body lifting my lower back off of the bed beneath me. I felt his shaft slide farther inside my narrow, tight hole. I couldn’t believe after all I was punished tonight that Josh would demand I lose all of my innocence in the same day. How I hated him. I screamed, cried out and hoped the whole club would hear my despair.

When I finally felt the pain easing up, my muscles opening allowing passage of his member inside, Josh withdrew and aimed for my cunt once more. I screamed tossing my head side to side on the bed as he touched my sore clit with his fingers. Josh continued pushing into one hole and after a few thrusts pulling out and aiming for the next hole until I felt so drained I no longer even had a voice to scream with. I lay silently, unmoving on the bed like a used up rag doll.

Finally Josh moaned and I felt his body shutter underneath my spread legs as he came, shooting his cum inside my rectum. Dropping my legs onto the bed, Josh fell forward on top of my body. He licked the dried blood from my lips and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my dry mouth. I didn’t kiss him back. I closed my eyes not wanting to see his face.

Josh pinched my whipped nipples and slid down my body and kissed each breast and then got up from the bed.

“Good night Sarah. Get some sleep; we will be heading back to the cabin in the morning. I think we’ll shave that bush of your off when we get home, I wanted you smooth and soft to my touch,” Josh teased as he closed and locked the door.

I rolled onto my side facing the mirror, once again finding the tears to cry now knowing how much pain and humiliation awaits me upon our return. Somehow I managed to fall asleep besides the constant pain my body felt with every breath I took.

I awoke from my exhausted sleep startled. Sat up coughing and confused. I opened my eyes but couldn’t see anything; the room was filled with smoke. There was a loud crashing sound. That’s what woke me up. Someone broke through the mirrored one-way glass wall and entered the room. More smoke filled the small room from the broken glass wall and I closed my eyes to stop the burning. Someone grabbed me and flung me over their shoulder, they were walking, carrying me away somewhere. I felt the coolness of the air and opened my still red burning eyes trying to look around. I was outside.

“Ben! Oh Ben, it’s you. What’s happening?” I screamed as Ben dropped me on the patio by the covered pool.

“The building is on fire. I’ve got to get Mistress Holly,” Ben replied.

“No, you can’t go back inside. Please Ben stay here with me, ” I pleated grabbing Ben’s arm trying to hold him away from the burning building.

“Let me go,” Ben demanded pushing me to the ground as he ran back inside the burning building.

I stood alone outside trying to comprehend what happened as I suddenly remembered Josh. I looked around to see if he was outside somewhere. Smoke and small debris was in the air and I was outside alone with a sudden thought of freedom. This is my chance to get away, I thought. Where can I go? Run into the woods again nude?

A small piece of burning building fell and landed at my feet almost burning me and I screamed. I ran over to the covered pool, knowing I wouldn’t get burnt with the water inside and slipped under the cover. I discovered this was a good hiding place for the time being until I could figure more out. Darkness was all around me.

“AAHHHHH!” I screamed trying to sit up. I was in a bright room, in a bed.

“Hush now, you’re all right. You’re safe. It’s going to be just fine.” The man sitting beside me spoke. My brain confused couldn’t place him or remember anything.

“Where am I?” I asked.

“You’re in the hospital but you’re going to be just fine,” The man smiled and patted my hand kindly.

“Who are you?” I asked not remembering much of anything.

“My name is Frank. I’m the firefighter who found you in the pool. Lucky I did too, hypothermia was just starting to set in.” Frank smiled at me.

“You were found in the swimming pool, trying to keep from getting burned from the fire I presume. You’re a lucky girl too. Three others died in the fire.” Frank informed me.

“Who?” I questioned suddenly remembering Josh and the club.

“Well, one female and two men. You and the other gentleman were very lucky to survive. At first we thought he would be the only survivor. Mighty glad you pulled through, you had us all scared there for a while.” Frank smiled at me again.

“This other man, who. . . what’s his name?” I asked with my voice shaky and weak.

“Not very good with names, sorry but he was here a long time waiting for you to wake up. He didn’t want you to be alone so I told him I was off duty and would be happy to stay with you while he went to get something to eat. He will be back shortly to see you. He will certainly be happy you’re awake now.” Frank said.

“No, I don’t want to see him. I’ve got to go,” I said trying to get out of the bed. It was Josh. I knew it. He was alive and going to take me back to the cabin once I was released from the hospital recovered. “Let me up,” I cried pushing Frank’s hands away from holding me in bed.

“Nurse,” Frank said pushing on the button on the handrail of the bed. The door opened and a nurse came in.

“Calm down, you’re fine, there’s nothing to get worked up about.” The nurse said giving me a shot.

“You don’t understand. I want to leave. I need to leave right now!” I screamed growing hysterical.

“This will help you relax some. You’re not well enough to leave and the doctor needs to see you in order to be released. Now calm down and I will go inform him you are awake now.” She said.

“Please,” I begged them both, “I don’t want to see this man. If I can’t leave, then tell him I did,” I cried. They both looked at me strangely and agreed leaving me in the room alone. The medicine kicked in and I began to relax again feeling sleepy. I awoke hearing someone calling my name.

“Sarah. Sarah.”

“Frank? Frank, is that you?” I asked trying to focus, my eyes were so heavy and wouldn’t stay open long from the shot.

“Yes, Sarah. It’s me, Frank. I told the man you didn’t want to see him but he is very upset and is out in the hall waiting. I will stay with you while he talks with you, all right?” Frank asked me. I shook my head no but the door opened and I saw a figure walk into my room.

“Hi Sarah,” he said walking closer into the room.

I blinked several times trying to focus my eyes and then I made out his face.

“Oh Ben, ” I cried out thankfully. My heart was beating faster thinking Josh was walking into my room. I smiled with relief.

“I am fine now Frank. You can leave us alone now. Thanks for your concern,” I said and Frank walked out of the room.

“What happened Ben? I can’t remember much,” I asked.

“I couldn’t save her,” Ben cried to me. “I tried. I went back for Mistress Holly but it was too late. Mistress Holly, Josh and Oscar are all dead.” he confirmed what Frank told me.

We both were quiet thinking of the meaning of the words he spoke out loud.

“I secretly watched Josh with you from behind the one-way glass. The more I watched the two of you; I discovered the words you spoke were true. Josh hurt you. You looked real badly beaten up and I watched you crying and though I couldn’t hear, I knew you were screaming. Josh didn’t stop, he kept fucking you and I watched as Josh smiled enjoying your pain. I never seen Josh act like that and it was my fault for bringing you back to him. It felt as if I was the one hurting you. Sarah, you need to understand that Mistress Holly and I, well . . . we aren’t like that. We play but she has never hurt me so badly.” Ben said looking down and picked up my hand to hold in his.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I whispered.

“Yeah! It was. Mistress Holly found me there watching and I confronted her about your treatment and her friend, Josh’s behavior. I never done that before and she instantly discovered I had feelings for you. I hurt her. She stormed out to go find Josh. I don’t know what her intentions really were and now, will never know.”

“I was in a rage, upset about how things were turning out and began trashing the club and before I realized what I was doing I knocked over several tables Mistress Holly and I had lit candles on earlier. The flames spread so fast and I remembered you were locked inside the room unable to get out, so I ran to rescue you first. I carried you outside to safety and went back into the building for Mistress Holly. I couldn’t find anyone else, honestly I tried, Sarah,” Ben cried into my hand rubbing it on his cheek.

“I believe you, Ben. I know you loved Mistress Holly very much and meant her no harm,” I comforted him. “Are you sure no one else got out?” I questioned not wanting to mention Josh’s name.

“Just us! The firemen ran out of water putting the fire out and uncovered part of the pool to use and Frank found you in there unconscious. The firemen put the fire out and found the bodies, three of them.” Ben paused.

“I wanted to see you before I left, Sarah. The rest of the club members well, I don’t know what they will do when they find out. I started the fire so I’m taking off. Nothing left for me here anyway. I suggest you do the same as soon as you’re well. I just needed to make sure you are safe before I went, that’s all,” Ben said.

“I will be fine, thank-you Ben. If you didn’t save me, I would still be locked in the room and found along with the others. You rescued me after all. You’re a good person,” I smiled at Ben.

“Take care of yourself, Sarah,” Ben said as he closed the door to the hospital room leaving me alone.

I’m free. I’m finally rid of my husband, Josh and justice is served. Not by my hand either. I wondered if it did come down to it, if I could have taken Josh’s life myself. Now, it didn’t matter so why think about that.

I smiled and remembered an old saying my parents taught me as a child. I changed it a little creating my own version by adding a third line. Maybe you’ve heard it also, readers. It goes like this:

An eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth and A family member for a family member.

“Rest in peace, Mom and Dad, your daughter will be just fine!” I whispered out loud and closed my tired eyes to rest.

She held me in her mouth, her nose inhaling my pubic hair. As she breathed in and out, I saw my pubes sway with her breath. I was hard as hell, and right down her throat!

“Wow, Mum, I managed….”That’s unreal!”

I slowly started moving in and out. I really had to cum! I held her piss-wet hair and used her mouth like a blow-up toy, pushing her face in, letting it out. Because she could only breath through her nose, snot dripped along her upper lip, and gathered on the shaft of my penis.

Slowly I slid in and out of the vacuum that was her lips. My pubic hair was covered in her snot, as each forward thrust gathered more from her nose. Her locked lips pushed the snot like a broom, shovelling it up to the top of my penis.

When I was right down her throat, I decided to take things a step farther.

“Hey, Mum? I asked, as her nose was in my snot-covered pubes. Can I fuck you?”

She slowly withdrew her mouth along the length of my cock, and it fell out with a plop sound.

“Mmmm she said, as she rubbed her pussy on my leg. I think I would like that.”

Shit but she reeked! Pissed on, cummed on, and spat on. I took my cock and put it back in her mouth.

“I wanna fuck you, Mum. I said. She grunted an ok sound, while flicking my penis with her tongue.

“Wanna go to bed? I asked, as the bathtub taps scratched my back.

She kneeled up in the tub, and pushed the wet hair from her eyes.

“Okay, Daniel. But do you have any condoms?”

“I do, Mum.”

We stepped out of the tub, me naked with cock hard. Her in piss wet schoolgirl dress.

I followed her into my bedroom, where she lay down and peeled off her skirt. She pulled her wet shirt over her head.

There she was…in just panties, skin glistening in the light.

“Wanna take them off for me?”

I lifted her legs high, and peeled them down and over her feet. She was naked. On my bed!

She reached over with her nails and scratched at my balls. Her fingers went back, and touched my asshole.

“I want you to cum inside me.”

Then she laughed where’s the condom?”

I went to the drawer and pulled out the pack.

“Open one for me, she asked.

I did, and gave it to her.

“Watch this, she said, as she put the rubber in her mouth.

She positioned her head over my cock, her hand guiding it up and into her mouth. Within a second the raincoat was on!

“Wow! was all I could offer.

“Fuck me, Daniel, she begged, lying back on the bed, legs spread wide. Her hands went to her pussy, and opened it up for me.

I put my cock inside my Mother and began pumping in and out. The few times I fell out she put me back in. Her cunt was sopping wet!

“Mum? I panted.

“Yes, Son?”

“I can’t hold back anymore!”

“Then cum, baby! Cum inside me! Fill that condom!”

I did a few more push-ups, and then came a torrent of sperm into the condom. I even grabbed a mouthful of her hair in my mouth, and tasted my own piss. I quickly kissed her on the lips as I finished.

“You spent? She asked, squeezing me with her groin muscles.

“Yeah, Mum. I’m finished! I pulled out, and lay back on the bed, exhausted. Then she asked a strange question.

“You have any gum? I need something to chew on.”

“Oh, Mum! I need to rest! I thought she wanted to blow me again, but I was wrong!

“Mmm…lookee here, She giggled as she softly lifted my penis from its flaccid state on my belly. You filled it all up for me!”

With that she bent down, lifted her leg over my head, and her ass was at my face. I spread apart her cheeks and looked at her anus. Wow, it was so pretty! Slightly darker than the rest of her skin, but it folded inwards in a way that reminded me of what a black hole does to the universe. I touched it gently with my finger.

“Mmm, She purred, as I felt her fingers lifting off the condom, I don’t want to let any loose!”

When the condom was just about off, she took me again in her mouth, and pulled the rest off with her teeth. I felt her sucking on my limp cock as I stared at her anus.

Then she swung around, girlish and childlike again. She crossed her naked legs and sat to the right of me. Her breasts bounced up and down, even when she had stopped moving!

“What you up to, now, Mum? I asked.

“Yummy! She said through a mouthful of condom. I almost got it all.”

So we sat on the bed, naked together, and I watched as my Mum chewed on a rubber that was filled with my sperm.

“That was good! She told me, as she pulled it out of her mouth. But next time get the ones without spermacide.”

I guess the look on my face was asking why.

“I don’t like the taste!”

We laughed a bit, and then fell asleep together. I have never spent a whole night with someone, so it was different, to say the least! But I kept waking up, and touching her nakedness. I had what seemed to be a constant erection.

I put my hand between her legs, my thumb resting gently on her asshole, and tried sleep again.

I couldn’t do it. Sleeping beside her was proving to be impossible. She was naked, and I couldn’t justify simply sleeping beside a naked female, even if it was my Mother!

I crept out of bed, and went downstairs to the couch. I grabbed a blanket and snuggled myself. Warm and cosy. I felt sleep slowly taking me.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? I awoke, groggy, trying to focus my eyes. It was my Mum, standing on the stairs, naked as the day God made her.

“Sleeping, Mum, I said, as she motioned before me.

She stepped into the living room, not looking attractive, even being naked.

“You go back to sleep, Son, She told me, as I watched her go into the kitchen. Her ass bounced up and down as she walked. I’m just gonna give you something.”

She came back, in all her naked glory, but with a hand behind her back. She sat down at my legs. I moved them to the back of the couch so her ass could fit.

“You know, you really are your Fathers son.”

“I’m tired, Mum. And I was. Also a little scared.

“Why did you leave me? She asked. Spit flew from her mouth and gathered like foam on her chin.

“I just went to the couch, Mum!”

“You FUCKIN left me on the bed. That’s what you did. Just like your precious father did when he’d have a whore over. He’d leave me alone so’s he can go about his fucking.”

“Mum, you okay? I asked, pulling the blanket to my chin. I shivered.

“I tried, baby. I tried to be everything he wanted me to be. I was his slut, but he wanted more. Tears welled in her eyes.

“I think that you’re cool, Mum!”

It was at this point that it became surreal, almost like a dream. She lay back, and spread her cunt…got me transfixed. Then she reached behind her back with her other hand and showed me what she was hiding.

It was a large chopping knife from the kitchen.

“I’m gonna slice you.”

“Mum, I pleaded, I’m not Dad.”

“Don’t give a fuck who you are.”

Her fingers left her cunt, and she used both hands to slice at the air with the knife. Tears were in her eyes as she waived it back and forth, getting closer to my face.

“Mum! Get control of yourself! But she was in her own world.

I grabbed at her hands; she struggled like an insane woman.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! She chanted, yelling the words.

She got my nose with the knife. Blood squirted in my eye.

I stood up, my face bleeding. I wiped the blood on my hand and looked at it.

“Look what you’ve done, Mum! Look!”

“Fuck you, you piece of shit! She stood up and attacked me again. I’m gonna fuckin kill you.”

I ran up the stairs to my room. As I locked my door I heard her slip on the steps and fall. Then it was quiet. As I dressed, I wondered if she was okay.

I sat on my bed, listening to the eerie silence.

I jumped when the gentle knock came on my door.

“Daniel? Are you in there? It was her soft, loving voice. But this time it made me break out in a cold sweat. She knocked again.

“I just want your cum, Son. It’s all I ever wanted. She began to sob. I heard the knife scratch at the door. Let me in, Daniel…please.”

I sat, shaking, listening to the hypnotic scraping as the blade scraped at the door. I reached for the phone, and dialled 911.

When the police came, she was still sitting outside my bedroom. She was curled up in a ball, naked and sobbing. The two officers drew their guns when they saw the knife.

They eventually handcuffed and wrapped her in a blanket, and escorted her down the stairs. I opened my bedroom door and watched as she was being taken away.

She looked back, only for a second, and spat in my direction.

“Your cum tastes like shit, anyhow.”

“Let’s go, said one of the cops.

I visit her every now and then for the occasional blowjob. She likes to put her head back in the toilet and let me pee on her face. She doesn’t have to cook or clean, and seems much happier nowadays.

But the white walls of her room do seem rather drab.

A few weeks ago I met a very glamorous woman of about 35 at the supermarket where I work as Assistant Manager. She asked me to take down a packet of washing powder from the top shelf, as she could not reach it herself (she was only about 5″2′). As I gave it to her our fingers touched and she looked me in the eyes and slowly licked her lips. I felt heat rising in my groin and after a moment she looked down and saw the swelling in my trousers. She smiled at me, looked at the name badge pinned onto my shirt, and whispered “You should be careful Martin, who you show that to. Some people might be offended.” Then she leaned towards me and brushed her fingers lightly along my erection finishing by gently squeezing the head. I almost came in my pants!

“I can see that you are not offended” I replied to which she said “Oh no, I look upon that as a compliment. I have rather a lot of shopping here, can you help me load it into my car?”

I helped her take her goods across the car park and we loaded them into the back of her Datsun. While we were leaning into the back of the car she once again moved her hand down to my crotch but this time she took hold of my rod firmly and squeezed it so tightly that it almost hurt.

“Come round to my house this evening if you want some more of this” she said and gave me a slip of paper out of her purse which had her address written on it, then she gave me a quick kiss and climbed into her car and drove away.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in a state of semi-arousal as I could taste her lipstick and smell her perfume on my mouth. I am afraid that I made quite a few errors in my stock order that day.

Before going to her that evening I had a good shower and washed everywhere as thoroughly as possible and changed into my newest outfit. When I arrived at her house I found that it was a medium sized detached set behind a high hedge so that it could not be seen from the road. As I drove up to the door I saw that all the curtains were drawn and there were lights on in several of the rooms, upstairs and down.

She opened the door almost as soon as I rang the bell and drew me inside with a smile. She was wearing a towelling bathrobe and her hair was damp as though she had just stepped out of the shower. “I knew that you would come for me,” she said, “and I hope that this will be only the first come of many!” then took me into the living room and sat down on a white leather chair. “My name is Betty” she said “and I have been divorced now for four years. My husband was a nice enough man but he had no idea of how to treat a woman sexually. Now I decide what I want to do, and who to do it with. And I want you.”

I was so overjoyed at this that I couldn’t do anything but kneel down in front of her, take her hands in mine and say “I’ll do anything that you want me to do, just tell me!”

She laughed and then lifted my hands to her face and sucked my fingers one by one into her mouth. The feeling of her tongue flicking round my finger tips roused my cock into a painful erection.

“Will you do exactly as I tell you?” she asked, “No questions asked and no drawing back? I promise that you will never regret it.”

“Anything at all” I answered, “Just as long as it pleases you.”

She stood up and, still holding my hands, led me up the stairs into a room at the back of the house which looked as though it had been fitted out as a workout room with benches, bars on the mirrored walls and padded mats on the floor.

“This is my playroom” she said. “Take off all of your clothes and then sit down on that bench.” She pointed at a padded bench in the middle of the room. “I will be back in a few minutes.”

She then went out of the room and I lost no time in stripping off my clothes, releasing my erection at last, and the sat on the bench. After a couple of minutes she came back into the room carrying a red holdall. My eyes nearly popped out when I saw that she had taken off the bathrobe and was wearing a skin tight open tip bra, brief hotpants and thigh length boots, all in black rubber! The bra compressed her breasts so that their creamy flesh, crowned with nipples like ripe strawberries, bulged through the open tips.

She knelt down on front of me and took from the holdall a set of straps fitted with metal rings and buckles.

“Let me help you put this on.” she said as she slid it up over my feet. I stood up and she pulled it up to my thighs, then fastened the buckles so that I was wearing what looked like the bottom half of a parachute harness fitted around my waist and the top of both thighs with my cock and balls jutting out between the straps.

I started to put my arms around her but she gently pushed them down saying “You only do what I tell you too - remember? Lie down on your back and close your eyes.”

I lay down and waited with my eyes shut to see what would happen next. I could feel her hands doing something with the rings fitted on the sides of the harness and as she did so it seemed to pull me down onto the bench. After a couple of minutes she told me to open my eyes and see what she had done. I saw that she had fitted metal links through the rings and these were clipped onto studs on the bench. The result was that I was held down so firmly that I could not move my hips at all - I might as well have been stuck down with super glue! My cock stood up further and harder than I had ever known it to and I was feeling a bit panicky. What had I let myself in for?

She could see from my expression how I was feeling and she laughed and said “I’m in charge now, and you are going to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before!”

She then reached down to the holdall again and took out an aerosol can without a label. She then straddled the bench, with her back to me, and began to fondle my balls with her finger tips. Then I heard the spray can and gasped as the icy spray enveloped my cock. For a moment I thought that I was going to wilt down to nothing but then I realised that I was getting even harder. Then she stepped back until her beautiful cunt was poised over my face, hidden only by the thin sheath of rubber.

“Unzip me” she said “but no hands!” I saw that there was a small tab halfway up the back of her pants so I stretched up and took it in my teeth, then started pulling it down. As I did so the rubber spread apart and began to expose the cleft between her buttocks gradually bringing into sight the tight pink rose-bud of her anus. To show that I was entering into the spirit of the occasion I pushed my tongue through the rubber slit and slid it around and then into the tight little hole, but pulled it out sharply when she squeezed my balls and said “Only what I tell you to do - remember?”

I carried on pulling down on the zip, watching as the rubber gradually revealed more and more of her cunt lips, until I couldn’t reach any further and then she gradually moved her hips back and leaned forward until the zip was fully open and the rubber had pulled her cunt wide open.

“Now lick me” she said. “Give me all the tongue you’ve got!”

As I pushed my tongue up inside her, her juices began flowing down onto my face and into my mouth. She leaned even further forward until her clit was pressing hard onto my chin and then she began moving back and forth, rubbing herself off on my face. “Suck me, suck me” she shouted, pressing her cunt even harder onto my face and squeezing and scratching my balls. As she began to build toward a climax she lay right down on me and I felt her hot lips slide down onto the head of my cock. The heat of her mouth after the icy spray was incredible and I almost shot my load then and there but she abruptly sat up and ground her clit down on me and cried out as she came.

My cock was throbbing and my balls felt as if they would burst, but I couldn’t even move a muscle because of the straps holding me down. Betty shuddered and collapsed onto my body and I licked all around her pussy until I had sucked in all of her cream.

“That was fantastic” I told her, “but what about getting me off?”

“You deserve it after that marvellous tongue job you gave me” she smiled, “but first I want to get you really aroused!”

I couldn’t believe my ears because I felt harder than I had ever done and I felt that I was ready to come with her first lick, but she pulled away from me and, leaning over to the holdall, picked up a twelve inch black vibrator. I really did panic then because there was no way that I wanted that monster pushed up my ass, but she must have guessed from my gasp what I was thinking because she laughed and said “Don’t worry, I’m not wasting this on you. It’s for me!”

She also took out a smaller vibrator and a pot of cream, which she put down on the bench beside her. Opening the pot she took out a generous scoop of cream and spread it all over the black vibrator and the switched it on. Next she gave my cock and balls another spray from the can, making my cock feel like a rod of steel and my balls tightened up until they began to ache. Placing the butt end of the vibrator on the bench between my legs she straddled it and eased the tip into position against her tight little arsehole. Then, as she began very slowly to lower herself onto it, she guided my knob into her red hot pussy. I could see our reflection in the mirrors on the walls and the sight of her sinking onto that great black shaft and my rigid cock blew my mind.

I tried in vain to push up into her pussy but the straps held me in a vice- like grip. It seemed like an hour before she was finally right down onto my cock and I was so big that I could feel my knob tip forcing its way into the mouth of her womb. The throbbing from the vibrator up her arse was tickling the whole length of my cock and the butt end was pressed firmly between my balls. Even so, as Betty had completely stopped moving, I was getting no nearer to my release.

She leaned forward over me and began to stroke my nipples with the other vibrator, then her own which were bright red and filling out like a couple of plums. Then she sat up straight again and started stroking her clit with the tip. As she did so the muscles of her cunt began to rhythmically squeeze my knob. Her eyes were shut and her head thrown back in ecstasy and she was moaning in time with the contractions of her cunt. After a few minutes she suddenly began to pump up and down on my cock, each thrust driving me deeper into her hot, silky depths until finally her cunt clamped onto my cock and as she screamed in her orgasm I felt the spunk surging up my shaft into her womb. It felt as though it was pumping out of my spine, the feeling was so intense.

At this Betty collapsed onto me and her greedy mouth devoured mine, her tongue pushing deep into my throat, her nipples pressing onto my chest. I held her tightly to me and pumped and pumped until I was completely drained. In the mirror I could see Betty’s firm buttocks, glowing pink with her exertions, and the black vibrator was slowly sliding out of her anus as she relaxed on me. This looked so sensuous that my cock gave a few more involuntary throbs and she gasped as she received the extra bonus of even more spunk.

When we had recovered our breaths, she sat up on me and said “Martin, you are even better at sex than I had hoped. Please will you say that we can play again, as often as we can? Next time it will be your choice of what we do.” I grabbed her and kissed her and said “You’ll never keep me away from you as long as you will let me come.” In my mind I was seeing my cock in the place of that twelve inch vibrator, sliding up her ass to heaven.

Please email me with your suggestions or comments. This episode turned out to be long so I am posting two chapters. Look for chapters 4 and 5. I am writing this story for a special reader who has given me ideas of what should happen to Kerri and I hope they like what I have written.

A TEACHER’S PAST - A DIVERSION FOR KERRI

If Tim couldn’t have the sexy teacher for himself, he would make sure to humiliate her. His stomach quivered with the thought of a final conquest when he, Sky, would fuck Kerri without her consent but that was a long way down the road. He felt compelled to degrade Kerri to a point where she would be his devoted subject and his evil mind worked feverishly to come up with the perfect plans.

Tim suspected that Kerri would eventually discover Sky’s identity so he planned to divert her suspicions. First he would make her think that one of the other teachers was the blackmailer. Also he wanted to humiliate Kerri by making her do perverted things in public. He would try his best to keep the humiliation away from the college so as not to jeopardize her career and that would take careful strategy.

His first priority was to shift Kerri’s focus onto Mr. Tovell, the college math professor. Sky grinned with the picture of Kerri having sex with her unheralded counterpart. Once that was completed, he would force her to dress in a most seductive manner and perform for some men like she never thought possible.

Kerri considered Mr. Tovell a most unappealing man. He was short, even shorter than Kerri, and he had a large belly that jiggled when he laughed. She hated the way he ogled her all the time in the staff lunchroom and disliked how he seemed to undress her with his eyes. It had to be the worst day of her life when Mr. Tovell came up to her and boldly handed her a small, folded slip of paper. She knew it was an evil note from the broad smile plastered across his ugly, round face. Kerri was glad he left the room immediately so she wouldn’t have to look at him when she read the message.

Stunned by the man’s actions, Kerri slowly opened the folded piece of paper and read. “I know that forcing you to have sex with a student was an immoral request but I think you made Jim an extremely happy boy,” it read and Kerri shivered in fear. She assumed the fat teacher wrote it but in fact, it was carefully scripted and planned by Sky. He used certain facts, which would make Kerri think the author was her blackmailer.

Tim had skillfully crafted the note so that it followed an exact scheme, which he planned out to the minutest detail. He wanted to torment and put Kerri through more grief and anguish. Tim knew the math teacher Mr. Tovell was a most unattractive man to look at and Kerri always ignored the man whenever they were in the teacher’s lounge. Her incessant attempts to unearth Sky’s identity were her undoing and she grasped for straws to know the truth.

“What happened with Jim the virgin and with Wendy in the staff washroom will be kept a secret. I want you to show me your three piercings so meet me in my classroom after last class,” Kerri read through eyes that were filling with tears. Yes, Jim had been a virgin the fateful day Kerri was forced to seduce the shy, physics student. And there was no doubt about Wendy who definitely made Kerri fall under her lesbian spell. “After all, I should witness the golden endowments with my own eyes,” was the last line of the drastic note.

Oh gawd, he knew everything, he knew it all, she thought. Not him, oh why does it have to be him, she asked and felt pangs of agony deep inside? Kerri fretted and worried for the remainder of the day until it was time for the impending rendezvous. She watched the last student leave her classroom and knew it was time to meet Mr. Tovell. A picture of the man went through her head and her whole body trembled in disgust.

The hallways had emptied by the time the physics teacher strolled to her destination. Mr. Tovell’s door was open and Kerri peaked in the room hopeful he wasn’t there. The first thing out of her mouth when she entered was a question to confirm her beliefs. “Are you Sky?” she whispered half hoping he would say no.

Tim had given exact instructions and told Mr. Tovell what his beautiful compatriot would do for him if he played his cards right. “Yes, and please close the door so nobody will see you show me your golden rings,” he said with his face covered with a satisfied smile. Almost bolting back out of the room, Kerri fought the urge and slowly shut the door like he requested.

The room felt like a cellblock and it gave Kerri a suffocating feeling which made her heart rate increase. “Let’s see,” he said and waited a restless few seconds. “Take the fucking blouse off. I want to see the pieced nipples I’ve heard so much about,” he whispered and almost gave the secret away. “I mean it was a pretty devilish plan to have them pierced, don’t you think?” he asked and vowed to be more careful of what he said. Tim had instructed him on what to say and how to say it. Mr. Tovell best heed what the young man said if he wanted to reap the ultimate rewards promised to him.

The math teacher could see the hesitation in Kerri so he stepped up to her. “Here, let me help you. Or do you want me to tell the rest of the staff about your sordid affairs with students?” he said and made Kerri shiver in fear. She looked straight ahead and felt his hands go to her breasts. The disgusting man felt her up in the middle of the afternoon while they stood in his classroom and Kerri was helpless to prevent his despicable groping.

Her hands covered his but it proved a futile attempt to make him stop. Suddenly his fingers went to work. First undoing the top button of her silky blouse, then working all the way down to her waist, lingering at the small indent of her belly button. Kerri closed her eyes and was afraid to see what was happening.

Mr. Tovell spread the sides of the silk blouse to reveal a sexy, lace bra. The well-filled cups were pushed upward and made Kerri’s boobs look much larger than they really were. Suddenly, he saw the outline of a metal ring in the shear material and knew what it was. He couldn’t wait any longer and roughly grabbed the bottom elastic of the brazier, rolling it up and over the titties. His breath caught at the sight of two breasts that were much nicer than any boobs he had seen and the two, golden rings added a surreal appearance.

Time stood still while the fat man took mental pictures of Kerri’s delights. She flinched at the feel of his pudgy hand closing over her left boob and wanted so much to slap his filthy face. “Nice, nice tits. They do look ravishing with the rings,” he whispered and Kerri’s body shivered from having to concede to such a disgusting man.

Kerri’s mind churned for a solution. How could she make her blackmailer stop, she wondered? How could she get Sky to leave her alone and not force her to do immoral and sinful things, she questioned herself. She was still searching for the decisive answer when the man’s hand rushed under the hem of her skirt. In a flash, his fingers closed over the thin strip of material at the crotch of her panties and Kerri found her body pressed hard against the wall. She struggled and twisted her lower body in an attempt to get free but it merely enabled the attacker to gain a stronger hold.

She felt sick to her stomach and looked down at the top of the man’s baldhead. “Oh Sky, please don’t, please don’t,” Kerri whispered and pleaded for her fellow teacher to stop. His damning mouth closed over her right breast and devoured her nipple like it was a candy sucker. He rolled his tongue around the hard bud and played with the ring in teasing fashion much to Kerri’s horror.

Hearing her protests made Mr. Tovell smile with satisfaction and he realized that Tim’s cleaver ruse was working to perfection. Oh gawd, Kerri realized that the man’s pudgy fingers had slipped under the wet fabric covering her womanhood. Every muscle in her body tensed and Kerri struggled with all her might to get away from the wall.

“I am going to finger fuck you and there is nothing you can do about it,” Mr. Tovell whispered looking up and straight into the eyes of a defeated woman. Kerri whimpered like a little girl when he rammed one of his fat fingers between the puffy labia for the first time. Luckily there were no windows in the doors and they were on the second floor so nobody could see in the room.

There was no sympathy or compassion shown by the man and he easily forced Kerri to follow his directions. He effortlessly manhandled her across the room a few feet and pinned her against his large desk. His fat hand never left her crotch and he squeezed hard enough to bring a moan of protest. “Please, don’t do this, don’t be so rough you bastard,” Kerri said and slumped against the wooden desk.

Kerri’s trash-talk merely inflamed Mr. Tovell’s mind more and he desperately wanted to touch every part of her sexy body. He had ogled Kerri during her time at the college and he had to admit that in all his years, he had never been with such a sophisticated lady. His brain was so crazed and lust filled that it took every ounce of willpower to follow Tim’s careful instructions and proceed slowly.

It was time to turn Kerri into a little piss-ass and tell her exactly what was expected of her. Tim had been specific on three demands and insisted that if Mr. Tovell didn’t cooperate fully, he would report his actions to the board of directors. Tim assured the overweight professor that any evidence caught on the security monitor would be destroyed if and when he carried out his commands.

Each classroom had a camera at the front of the room, which recorded everything that happened. The college had been extremely successful in stopping student problems and destruction of college property since the installation of the security system. It certainly wasn’t the best picture that was recorded but it would give explicate information of what really happened in every camera location. Tim planned well when the system was put in and made sure he was the one that looked after the camera records hoping to reap rewards for future covert actions. New technology was very helpful and it enabled everything to be saved to a computer’s hard drive, which made it easy for Tim to access any data.

Mr. Tovell felt like he had just rubbed an ancient vase and a Genie granted him three wishes. True, the requests were Tim’s but they were three that Mr. Tovell himself would have prayed for. Tim stated that Mr. Tovell was to strip Kerri naked and ensure to catch her in every ray of light near his desk so the camera could view her nudity. He was to make sure he toyed with her golden charms and force her to willingly endure his molesting.

Then he was to ensure Kerri understood that she was going to enjoy cunninglingus from him so much that she would climax. Yes, Tim told him that he was to spread her legs so the camera could see him eating her out and that he explain to her that she must experience an orgasm, or else. This was where Tim told the man that he must convince her that he was Sky and tell her that he would not reveal her past indiscretions to the board of directors if she complied.

Lastly, Tim knew Kerri’s demise would be complete if she allowed Mr. Tovell to have intercourse with her. He was most likely the last man on earth that she would consent to have sex with and it would be the ultimate humiliation. Tim’s devilish scheme would have the fat man stuff his pecker in Kerri while she lay on her back. He wanted her to watch Mr. Tovell fuck her and see his fat belly between her legs. Tim reasoned that Kerri had to observe total humiliation and watch Mr. Tovell’s cock pierce her pussy without any chance of stopping the man.

As far as Tim was concerned, his perverted plan would degrade and punish Kerri to the utmost. The final chapter would be written sometime down the road when the truth was revealed to Kerri but in the meantime, he wanted to keep her guessing. Tim envisioned her shocked response when it was revealed that Sky was not Mr. Tovell and he grinned in utter fascination. He wanted Kerri to realize how smart and cleaver he really was and that would be his day of reckoning.

Mr. Tovell noticed Kerri glancing at the overhead camera and quickly relieved any fears she had about being observed. Tim had mentioned that the math teacher would have to guarantee the victim was safe from further blackmail by lying to her about a malfunction of the security system. “Not to worry, I unplugged the camera so it won’t show my room. I don’t want fuckin’ people seeing what I do in the classroom,” he said and made it sound logical to the distraught woman. Kerri let out a tiny sigh of relief knowing her indiscretions would not be recorded but still it gave her an uncomfortable feeling.

“You just remain still and let Sky take your pretty clothes off,” he whispered pretending to be compassionate. He wanted to rip her clothes off right away but saw how tightly Kerri was holding the loose sides of her blouse to her chest trying to cover her nudity. Mr. Tovell clearly used the name Sky in an effort to convince Kerri he was really the blackmailer. Suddenly he remembered Tim’s advice and quickly willed his emotions to remain calm.

“You have 30 seconds to remove your top, your blouse and bra or I will tell everyone,” he whispered and looked her directly in the eyes. Mr. Tovell could see fear and doubt on Kerri’s beautiful face and knew he held the upper hand. “You better do as I say, or else,” he warned the trembling teacher.

Kerri was at a loss and didn’t know how to fight the man. Slowly, she dropped her hands and shifted the shear material over a shoulder. She watched the gleam in the fat man’s eyes as she complied and she shuddered when the blouse dropped onto the desktop. Luckily the bra had been replaced over her breasts during the struggle when Mr. Tovell shifted her body over to his desk and hid her nudity for a short time.

Hesitation brought a glare of madness from her teaching counterpart and Kerri knew there were no other options. Her fingers were shaking when they went to the front clasp on the elastic band of her bra and once the small hinge was undone, she waited for a brief second before releasing her wonderful treasures. Mr. Tovell gasped when he saw her boobs again and immediately reached for the end of one. Kerri closed her eyes when his fat fingers found her nipple and she desperately wanted to run away. Obediently, she sat on the edge of the desk and let the ugliest Casanova feel her up like the two teachers were meager teenagers.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Tovell could see the perfect vantage point the security camera had of what he was doing to the frightened mistress. He twisted and toyed with the small rings and each pull brought a whimper of self-pity from Kerri. Her breathing became quite ragged and all the while she allowed the math teacher to molest her titties.

Mr. Tovell quickly became impatient to see the rest of Kerri’s sexy body and he gave her a stern warning. “Stand up right now. I am going to strip the rest of your clothes,” he said with a strong and steady voice. It took mere seconds for him to remove Kerri’s fine-looking skirt, then dainty panties and stockings, which left the sobbing woman naked. When Mr. Tovell caught the glint of shiny metal between Kerri’s shapely legs, he almost let out a loud holler.

With a rough push, he sat Kerri on the desktop and gave another shove to force her onto her back. Suddenly, with the viciousness of a shark, he grabbed her by the upper portion of her rounded hips and pulled her butt to the edge of the wooden top. In so doing, he spread her legs around his fat torso and Kerri cried for mercy. “Gawd, please Mr. Tovell, Sky, please don’t do this to me. Please stop and I won’t tell anyone what you did,” she whispered through grave sobs.

This was the first and only time he had ever been close to a woman’s pussy with his face. He could plainly see the small, golden ring sticking out from between the puffy, cunt lips. No, he had not tasted a woman down there and his heart was beating a thousand times a minute in anticipation. Suddenly he remembered his orders from Tim.

His pudgy hands went to Kerri’s upper arms and he pulled her body upright so he could talk directly into her face. “I am going to suck your cunt and eat you out,” he said and felt a total satisfaction from hearing himself speak. He had fantasized many times of doing such a thing but never thought he would actually do it. “My only request of you is that you must experience an orgasm or I will release all my incriminating details,” he whispered hoping Kerri would believe everything he said.

He suddenly shook her by the arms and stared into her tearful eyes. “Did you hear me?” he asked. Kerri remained silent until he shook her again and demanded she answer. In an almost inaudible voice, she whispered, “Yes, oh yes I heard you. Oh please, please don’t. I just can’t do it,” Kerri said and prayed he would yield.

“You can and you will, or your future is ruined,” he said and Kerri knew her plight was hopeless. Mr. Tovell sensed victory and quickly shoved her down again so Kerri was on her back. The wait was deadly and he swiftly swooped downward until he got a whiff of heavenly scent. His fat body held Kerri’s limbs spread wide and his vulgar mouth suddenly closed over the long, narrow slit. He sucked the round trinket into his mouth and swallowed sweet nectar for the very first time.

The dilemma rushed through Kerri’s brain and she was absolutely distraught by the solution presented to her. Oh gawd, she thought, she would have to fake an orgasm or this vile man would expose her past to the college. She had heard of women who faked a climax and wondered how they did it? The time had arrived for Kerri to perform like the consummate actress or fall victim to the beast.

Her mind went over past experiences and what a woman was expected to do and say. Over and over she thought of how to perform and suddenly out of nowhere, a spasm shot through her loins. The bastard started nibbling on her swollen clitoris like it was a personal possession and pulled it out from her tender body. His tongue caressed the very tip of the clit and rolled the ring around in the abundant juices. Kerri was still wondering what was happening when a second shiver shot through her loins and she wished he would just stop for a few seconds.

Kerri looked down her flat, quivering stomach and saw the vulture’s baldhead. She gave a sigh of protest at the revolting sight and watched in horror as he tilted his head backwards. This enabled her to see his tongue working madly on the pink flesh exposed so vulgarly between her spread thighs.

It gave the impression of magic. Kerri watched the tip of his tongue dart out to caress the very end of her protruding clit and her mind exploded with brilliant flashes of bright light. Then he rolled the throbbing mass around with his tongue and Kerri’s hips rolled from side to side. To survive, she willed her brain into another universe and watched the action unfold as if she were someone else. She must resist, halt the session before something drastic occurred and Kerri shut her eyes tightly. Rolling her head back so it tilted away from the ugly teacher, she welcomed the loss of sight. The only problem was that Mr. Tovell devoured the raw clitoris and sucked as hard as he could.

Suddenly a short, fat finger pierced her sphere. He pumped it like crazy allowing the fingernail to rake over the tender, vaginal walls. “Oh gawd, no, no, don’t, oh don’t,” came the cries of a failing woman. Kerri wasn’t begging the vile man to stop, she was pleading with her soul to quiet. She must fake it, fake that he was accomplishing his wicked goal and Kerri remembered how he promised to keep things a secret.

Truth is quite often stranger than fiction, and I freely admit that this story is way beyond bizarre. I was originally going to put this in the Humor section, but in retrospect it was something that was funnier to see than to read. You had to be there, but only four (maybe 5) of us were.

I have placed the story in the fetish category, even though I am not in the least convinced that the appreciation of women who do not choose to remove their body hair necessarily qualifies.

The awkward English spoken by the Japanese woman was part of what made the experience so strange, and my attempt to recreate it is not meant to be derogatory in any way.

It was a lazy summer afternoon in July, and my wife Debbie and I decided to take a drive around the Catskills in New York. We thought that making a few stops at wineries would be a pleasant enough way to kill a Sunday afternoon, so we went down to the Brotherhood Winery.

It was rather refreshing to take the tour through the cellars, as the temperature was much cooler down there. The tour was a leisurely one, as there was quite a crowd there, and it took quite a long time for the whole group to reassemble at each stop along the way.

At some point in the tour, I noticed that we had somehow become the main attraction for an Asian couple. The man would gesture over to us and speak in excited whispers to the woman he was with. She would answer quietly while looking in our direction. They were speaking in Japanese, so if they were speaking softly because they concerned about us eavesdropping, they were pretty safe.

To make sure I wasn’t the object of their conversation, I checked the usual areas of concern. Zipper up, no toilet paper trail in my wake, so I was at a loss. I tried to ignore them and made idle chitchat with my lovely wife.

The tour ended up in a tasting room where we were able to sample the many varieties of wines they produced. In the middle of trying a very pleasant Pinot Noir, my wife leaned over toward me.

“What is it with those two?” Debbie asked, while rolling her eyes in the direction of the Japanese couple. “They’ve been staring at us ever since we got here.”

“They’ve probably never seen anyone so beautiful before” I told Debbie.

I was only exaggerating slightly, because

Debbie did look sensational that day. She was wearing a tan summer dress with paisley designs on it. It was a sleeveless summer dress with a scoop neck, and although she wasn’t wearing a bra, the fabric of the dress was such that it wasn’t all that obvious.

Even though Debbie was now forty four years old, she still didn’t really need to wear a bra, as her sizeable assets still stood up proudly. If that was what they were staring at, it really didn’t bother me as long as they didn’t get carried away with the staring. Fact is, it kind of turned me on. I don’t think it did all that much for Debbie though.

We bought a couple of bottles and went back to the car after the tasting concluded. We headed up north to hit another winery before going home, and on the way we talked about what had just occurred.

“Did that bother you, they way they were staring at you?” I asked Debbie.

“It was mostly the guy doing the staring” Debbie said. “I think the woman was just conversing with him.”

“Probably that dress” I suggested. “It certainly doesn’t do much to hide those mammoth mammaries of yours” I kidded.

Debbie had gotten considerably more busty over the past few years, as her body changed with middle age. A little fuller everywhere, but still an incredible looking woman with a solid physique that still got my attention all the time.

“You bought this dress for me, and there’s no way to wear a regular bra with it” Debbie said, referring to the spaghetti straps that held it up. “I can’t help the fact that my boobs keep getting bigger, I’m just happy that the rest of me isn’t too. I’m just not really sure that my tits were what they were looking at.”

We arrived at the Millbrook Winery, and waited outside for the next tour to begin. The day had cooled a bit, and the light breeze that drifted through the vineyard carried the unmistakable aroma of the fruit on the vine.

“Oh shit, take a look over there” Debbie said, and when I glanced toward the parking lot I saw the Japanese couple emerging from their car. They smiled at us as they went past us and into the building, as they apparently were going to sign up for the next tour as well.

“I think you have a couple of secret admirers” I remarked.

“You sound like you’re enjoying this” Debbie said, as a wry smile crossed her face.

“I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t turn me on” I admitted without shame. “Look, you’re about ten years older than they are, and I’d take it as a compliment if I were you, as long as it doesn’t get out of control” I said. There was no way I would let that happen.

The Japanese couple emerged from the building along with the tour guide and a small group of other tourists. They were probably in their early thirties, and the woman was very cute. The guy was a trifle nerdish looking and wore typical tourist clothing, complete with a camera around the neck and white socks with sandals. The couple came over next to us and they smiled and nodded toward us as the tour guide spoke.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the couple stare at Debbie from the side. There was little doubt in my mind that they were staring over at Debbie’s breasts, and I was glad that Debbie hadn’t noticed, as she was listening to the tour guide explain the different grape varieties grown there.

The man was fiddling with the dangling camera and I thought for a minute he was going to try to take Debbie’s picture. The next minute, to my amazement, he reached up and hit the button on top of the camera, and I heard the sound of the resulting click and whirr. Son of a bitch!

I started chuckling as the group followed the guide into the building to continue the tour. Debbie looked at me and snarled good naturedly at me as we went in, with our Japanese friends close by.

“Why doesn’t he take a picture?” Debbie said while shaking her head.

“Uh, I think he did” I said, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

“WHAT?” Debbie almost shouted at me, as I held the door open for her.

“Ssssssh” I whispered. “Let’s not cause an international incident here. I don’t think the women in Japan are usually very big on top, so it’s probably a treat for him.”

The Japanese woman was quite attractive, but very slender, so I figured that maybe boobs were the attraction.

“That’s not what they’re looking at” Debbie snapped at me. “Geez Dave, I thought you would have figured it out by now. Especially you of all people!”

I didn’t really have any idea, but by now we had fallen behind the others, so we hustled to catch up. Since the Millbrook winery was smaller than Brotherhood, the tour was much briefer. We were at the back of the herd that was heading toward the tasting room at the tour’s conclusion, along with Debbie’s fan club couple, when Debbie asked me to hold her pocketbook.

Debbie reached her hands up and pulled her hair back off of her shoulders. I heard a scuffing sound from beside me, and looked over quickly to see the Japanese woman stumble and almost fall, the apparent result of her husband stepping on the back of her foot and taking her shoe off. He didn’t make a move to help his wife but instead continued staring at Debbie as she finished fluffing up her auburn tresses, his eyes focused intently on.

AH-HA! The light bulb lit up over my head at last as I finally figured out what the attraction was. Debbie took her bag back and shook her head at my pathetic lack of brains, and I followed here into the tasting room.

Behind me I could hear the woman struggling to get her shoe back on, and they were engaged in a very animated conversation. I had a sneaking suspicion that he was getting his ass chewed, and I was sorry that I couldn’t understand a word of it.

We beat them into the bar area, and were enjoying a delightful Chardonnay with some bread dipped in olive oil when they finally rejoined the group. The man was certainly not contrite at this point, and he resumed paying a great deal of attention to Debbie from across the room.

We walked over to the balcony area with our glasses of wine to escape, and enjoyed the view of the vineyard stretching as far as we could see.

“You men are all perverts” Debbie cracked at me.

“Hey, I can’t believe I didn’t catch on before that” I sheepishly admitted. “He’s a man after my own heart. The guy has good taste if nothing else.”

For some reason, I felt a bit of relief that the guy hadn’t been staring at Debbie’s boobs after all, but instead was obviously fascinated by the hair under her arms. Hey, I could hardly blame him, and was actually very aroused by the way it affected the man.

I freely admit to sneaking more than a peek at females who let nature take its course so far as body hair goes. I know I’m not as obvious as this guy about it though, or nearly as inept. Just look, for chrissakes, don’t leer. It’s not a freak show or anything, it’s just a little hair. Nobody gawks at a guy with a moustache.

I happened to look up at that point and saw that the couple was heading in our direction.

“If you want to get rid of them, here’s your chance” I told Debbie, who looked over and shook her head in disbelief at who was coming over toward us. “Give him another peek at your armpits and they’ll probably both go over the edge here” I said, looking down at the ground below us and imagining the possibilities.

“Hello” the woman said smiling, while her husband grinned broadly and nodded at us.

We returned the greeting and stood awkwardly there, not having the slightest idea what was next.

“My name is Kumiko, and this is my husband Naoki” she announced. “His English is not good.”

“Oh, Uh. my name is Dave and this is my wife Debbie” I finally managed to get out. They smiled, we smiled, and we all stood there looking like fools.

“Uh, you were at the other winery, weren’t you?” I said, trying to break the awkward silence.

“Yes, the Brotherhood” the woman said in halting English, and I assumed she repeated what I had said to her husband, who nodded and smiled before saying something to his wife.

“Naoki, he say to tell you we not follow you, we just lucky” Kumiko said while looking at us to see if she had made herself clear.

We smiled at that, and resumed standing there like idiots. Kumiko’s English wasn’t great, but it was miles ahead of our Japanese, which did not exist.

“Good wine here?” she asked, and we nodded back at her and agreed.

The two of them had a little conversation between themselves, and then Kumiko nodded and turned toward us again.

“Excuse my husband Naoki, but he very much likes looking at your. wife?” she asked. I nodded and she continued.

“My husband sees that your wife has hair” she said. “He always thinks that is very. sexual. Very exciting. Not very many American woman have the hair.”

Debbie’s face was beet red and she was clearly considering her options at this point. She could throw me off the balcony for convincing her to let the hair under her arms grow, throw the couple over the side, or jump herself.

“No, it sort of went out of fashion in the eighties I guess. Uh. er. why don’t you just. uh.” I said eloquently, finally motioning to hopefully suggest that Kumiko let nature take its course too, if he liked it so much.

They had another exchange complete with enough gestures and motions to make me dizzy.

“I have not anything like your wife” Kumiko said. “Your wife has very much hair under there. Very exciting! “

I don’t know if they thought that was a compliment, and the fact of the matter is that Debbie is certainly not exceptionally endowed in that department, and is significantly less furry than a couple of other women I had known previous to our marriage.

I tried to explain to Kumiko that it wasn’t the amount of hair that I found exciting. What excites me is the woman going against the rest of the herd in not adopting a rather silly ritual, and a woman’s showing both self-confidence and an independent streak that I found most stimulating. Whether that got through to them I did not know, but Kumiko and Naoki spoke to each other again.

“My husband he. he. he would like to perhaps have picture taken of your lovely wife” Kumiko stammered. “Picture with hair showing.”

“Huh? Un-fucking believable!” Debbie suddenly blurted out, and started choking from laughter. “Oh man, I gotta find a bathroom quick! Fuck!” With that, Debbie skipped down the hall laughing her ass off. Leaving me standing there, smiling and bouncing from foot to foot nervously.

“Bathroom” I said meekly, in explanation.

“Oh please! No fucking” Kumiko said very sternly to me. “Sorry if I tell you this wrong. Naoki and I are very very happy just me and him. Naoki he just wanted picture.”

I nodded in response and told Kumiko I thought I understood. “My wife Debbie, she’s a little embarrassed at all this, I think. Something like this, well. it’s never happened before.” To anybody, I thought to myself.

“We are sorry if this makes you both feel ashamed” Kumiko said softly as she lowered her eyes a little. “That was not what we meant to be. Not at all. We think your wife lovely.”

I agreed with them and I assured them there was no harm done. I was relieved that Debbie had now came back to rescue me. She was still flushed and had clearly enjoyed a good laugh while in the bathroom.

“I see all you cheerful deviates are still here” Debbie said with a laugh, and I was grateful to see that she was not fully understood by our new friends.

“Hello. Yes, we all still here” Kumiko said very cheerfully. “We can take picture now?”

Good grief! Still with the picture! I expected Debbie to take a swing at the two of them, and I cringed when Debbie reached into her pocketbook, half expecting her to pull out her pepper spray and hose down all of us. Instead, she simply took her sunglasses out of her bag and put them on.

“If you ever tell anybody about this David, I’ll kick your nuts into your throat, I swear to you” Debbie said kiddingly, I think. “Damn wine! It always makes me act goofy.”

Debbie walked around the side of the balcony to get out of sight of the people still sipping wine inside, hoping to keep them blissfully unaware of the weird scene taking place out here.

“How’s this?” Debbie laughed, and struck a provocative pose with her arms raised high in the air.

The man was nodding and grinning as he tried to take a picture, looking up at Debbie and then back down at the camera repeatedly. He grew frustrated and finally handed the camera to his wife, who apologized profusely.

“Naoki, he says his hands are too shaking to take good picture” Kumiko said, and she promptly began snapping away.

Debbie was actually enjoying this! Nothing like the power of the grape to loosen someone’s inhibitions a little. Still, I was stunned to watch her acting like a model, prancing around the balcony in a variety of poses designed to showcase her furry armpits for the delight of these tourists. I watched Naoki walk over next to Debbie and try to get into the picture.

Debbie let him stand next to her as she stood there with her hands locked behind her head, puckering her lips and doing all sorts of poses. Suddenly, Naoki reached over and ran the back of his hand under Debbie’s arm and said something.

I saw Debbie shudder and I smiled, knowing how sensitive she was around there, and I frankly was amazed that she let the guy do this. This guy was staying far away from any contact with any other parts of her, much to my relief, and just kept softly stroking while saying something to his wife. Debbie looked like she was frozen in place, the shiver that ran down her body the only sign she was alive.

Finally Naoki’s wife came over to them and Kumiko briefly stroked the hair under Debbie’s arm too. I was going out of my mind watching this crazy scene unfold. Kumiko said something that I didn’t quite catch, because my attention was briefly diverted by the sight of a man who was starting to come out to the balcony too. I don’t know for sure whether he saw what was going on and decided it was too freaky for him, or just changed his mind, but thankfully he turned around and went back inside.

“Your wife, her underarm hair is so very soft, much like silk” Kumiko told me. “It feel very sexual” she said blushing, while stepping back and clicking off another picture.

Suddenly the show was over, and amidst a bunch of nodding and handshakes, they left us out on the balcony. We laughed nervously, but we were so utterly dazed by the entire experience I don’t know what we felt. The entire episode had lasted about five minutes, if that.

“Have an accident Dave?” Debbie asked me, and when I looked down I was embarrassed to see a huge wet spot in the front of my slacks. This mess was compounded by the fact that I had a very visible and raging erection which brought even more attention to the stain my oozing cock had caused.

We tried to slink out the door without being seen by anyone, and I grabbed a local events booklet to hold in front of me as we beat a hasty retreat. There would be no stopping to shop here, not with me in my disheveled condition.

We got out to our car and my hands were shaking when I tried to start the car. My days of sexual adventures were long behind me, and this bizarre event was so wildly out of character for us that it left we speechless.

Suddenly, I almost had a stroke when there was a knock at my window. It was Kumiko again, with her husband right behind her. What now? What can we possibly do for an encore that would top what had just transpired? I hit the button to let the window roll down.

Kumiko handed a bag to me through the window, a bag that contained a couple of bottles of the Chardonnay we had been tasting inside the winery.

“Naoki and I we want to say thank you for your kindness” the woman said before beginning to back away. “We think that you Dave, are a very lucky man and your wife Debbie, she is very beautiful. She make us both very happy because she is so generous to share her beauty.”

Not knowing what else to do, I waved and thanked them, handing the bottles to Debbie before pulling out of the lot and down the winding road out of the vineyard. We drove in silence for a minute, and I didn’t know what to say.

“Pull down that road David” Debbie said while pointing to a overgrown path that appeared to be an old service road of some kind. Apparently Debbie was going to have to make an unscheduled pit stop.

I dutifully drove a little way down, hearing the weeds brush against the sides of our mini-van as I maneuvered my way through the narrow opening. I was sorry that she hadn’t gone to the bathroom while we were back at the winery instead of this.

I stopped the car and in a flash Debbie had climbed into the back of the van. Her panties were off by the time her butt hit the reclined back seat. She threw the panties at me and cackled madly. They were sopping wet and so was her pussy, that I could see even from up front. The dampness made her light brown bush glisten, and she had hiked that dress way up over her hips and had her legs spread and waiting for me.

“You’d better still have that hard on David!” Debbie said in no uncertain terms, and the quiver in her voice told me everything I needed to know about how the previous events had affected her.

I didn’t have an erection when she said that, but by the time I put the car in neutral, checked the rear-view mirror and climbed into the back to join Debbie, I surely did. Because I was so excited, our lovemaking didn’t last long, but that was alright too, because Debbie came just as soon as I slid inside her.

Now why she would decide to sit her ass down next to the bad man, I would never know.

I did not like Amanda, and she knew that - what the hell else did the bitch expect after running her mouth to everybody and their sister about me? Okay - since you insist, let’s do the reasonable man shit - ours is a big competitive organisation, and she was only trying to get ahead the same as the rest of the small fish - but none of those fish were stupid enough to try to run me down during peer evaluations, or roll their eyes at my suggestions during brainstorming sessions - and no sane being was stupid enough to park its tight little ass next to me during the Xmas function, having committed al the aforementioned sins.

This bitch did all of those things, and then to add fuel to the fire, she takes her place next to me, while disarmingly fluttering her baby blues, and breathing “Oh, the place is crowded, may I squeeze in next to you?”

You are welcome bitch - I got plenty of squeezing for you.

So now you argue that competition is a part of our day to day existence, and shouldn’t be taken personally? Apparently you feel that I should read nothing into the fact that she chose me f all people to sit next to, on this most joyous of occasions?

Well here is my opinion: If you are really pretty - fuck you, and if not - fuck your girlfriend, fuck your wife, fuck your sister, or under extreme circumstances, even your mother if she can still turn heads walking down the road.

There is far too much of this ‘all in a day’s work’ shit going around - if a man is prepared to take you on across a boardroom table, he should be ready to do the same in the street, and as far as bitches are concerned, well let’s just say it’s a man’s world - if it wasn’t, they wouldn’t need us to look after them, would they? And this one was going to need some looking after by the time I was through with her, that I could guarandamntee.

So here we were, apparently enjoying the ‘ambience of a cosy pub-like atmosphere’, squeezed together like sardines, nibbling at our cheapest-of-three main course options, and little bitch was actually managing to maintain a very proper one inch gap between us throughout the meal.

I shook my head in disgust. Some people just begged for a good taking down.

Well all good things come to those who take them, and if the evening progressed as per the universal company year end function agenda, we would be at close quarters soon enough.I managed to tone my savage smile down to a polite I-am-really-interested-in-what-is-coming-out-of-your-mouth smile, as I kept her wineglass full. Interested in what’s coming out of her pie-hole? You have got to be kidding! More like what will be going into it.

As soon as the scurrying waiters cleared the tables, I resettled, allowing my leg to come firmly to rest against Amanda’s. Even if she didn’t like it, she had nowhere to go - there was the table in front, a wall behind us, Fat Albert to the right, and me to her left.

To her credit, she did try to adjust, but then she settled down - and thus sealed her fate.

Studying my prey, I could not help but grin - Amanda was perfect to bring the worst out in me.

Had I not known her, she would have reminded my of a scared little rabbit caught in the headlights of a speeding 18-wheeler. She sported a cute little pixie face, haloed by shoulder length blond hair (spiral-permed of course).

Cutie did not have much in the line of breasts - she was far too slender for that - but she did manage a b-cup, and on that chassis, it was enough. I was only too aware of her tight little ass - I had stared at it many an hour sashaying about the office, whilst contemplating all the nastiest ways imaginable to exact some retribution on this bitch.

Of course she was dressed for the occasion - the little minx was sporting a Mrs Santa, or rather, miss Santa, outfit. On anybody else the getup would be considered corny or slutty - on little miss Goody Two Shoes, it looked absolutely fucking adorable.

I could already see the Old Man considering her next promotion - and that without her even sucking his cock - the bitch would have him feeling totally embarrassed for even thinking something so deprived of a lady so chaste.

Well I had no problem with depravity, and that little red miniskirt suit, hat, high heels and fishnets had me sporting the kind of wood, that would intimidate a seasoned logger.

So we sat there, me enjoying the touch of Amanda’s almost bare thigh against my jean clad leg, while she was working at improving the faraway look in her eyes, along with the stupid little smile too much alcohol induces in the uninitiated.

My pulse accelerated watching the tables in the middle of the hall being cleared, I knew that the hard partying was about to start.

Almost on cue senior management rose from their table and started doing the obligatory thank-you rounds. If they had a lick of sense they would keep it short and sweet - and then they would take their leave. Why? Social Interaction 101 teaches that all company Xmas parties have one thing in common - once the lights go down and the music comes on, reputations start imploding all over the show - you don’t want management there spoiling things, making their name ass, or bearing witness to events.

I made my move while the Old Man and the rest of the Board were doing their rounds at our table. Having shaken his hand, my am continued its decent past the edge of the table, and firmly onto Amanda’s wonderfully warm thigh.

The poor little thing was so shocked that she did nothing more than to shoot me a startled glance while shaking the old man’s hand. The horny old bastard was of course living dangerously, holding her hand a full second beyond the limit of becoming behaviour, all the while smiling and blushing as if caught staring at his daughter’s tits.

And while this was all happening I slipped my hand between those juicy little thighs, spreading them just far enough to let her know who owned them now - and that I would be exploring the treasures hidden beneath the skirt soon enough.

Amanda barely allowed the entourage to depart our table before trying to rip my hand of her leg.

“Jesus Christ what do you think you are doing?” she whispered savagely, trying to dislodge my hand, “get the fuck off me you bastard!”

I just tightened my grip on her leg and smiled - she would be blue by the time hubby got her back.

“It isn’t Jesus honey, it’s me” I drawled, “And I am going to play with your little pussy until you beg me for release”

It must have been the shock of my brazenness, but she froze for a second or two, which was long enough for me to slip my hand under her skirt and discover that she was wearing stockings, not pantyhose, and that there was a little wisp of cloth covering her pussy which definitely felt silky.

A moment later she had both her hands around my wrist, tugging desperately, but to no avail. While her frantic effort certainly accelerated my pulse past the 150 mark, it was time to calm her down, lest she attract unnecessary attention to us. Collecting a nice handful of silk and quivering flesh, I first closed my fist, and then gave a short, sharp tug. Amanda’s eyes instantly turned watery and my raging dick answered with an approving lurch.

“If you don’t settle down right now, I will rip your cunt clean out of your body - do you understand?” I was looking deeply into her eyes as I whispered the words, trusting my eyes and wolfish smile to convey the sincerity of my intent.

“Please don’t do this to me!” she begged while relaxing her grip on my arm, “I haven’t done anything to you - you are going to feel terrible for doing this! Please just let me go - I won’t tell anybody!”

“You haven’t done anything?” my smile now bordered on downright nasty. “I will feel bad? You won’t tell?!” I leaned forward until there was little more than an inch separating our faces, before I spat, “I am already feeling great - and I have barely started on you, so spread your legs slut, and we can discuss your indiscretions for the rest of the night!”

Judging from the little pout and resistance in her thighs, she had no intention of making this easy.

This was just getting better and better.

This time my tug removed what had to be a nice tuft of pubic hair. Her eyes teared up again, but those succulent little thighs fell open to my attention. I was almost giddy with anticipation.

“Now for your punishment” I grated, “take off your panties!”

She wanted to start arguing, but the look in my eyes was warning enough. Amanda’s shaking hands began feeling around her hips, but she was clearly not overjoyed with the idea of undressing right there at the table. I decided to help her a bit. A quick jerk, and the offending cloth was in my hand.

“Take it” I ordered, depositing the wisp in her hands. My hand returned to the juncture of her legs before she even realised that she had missed an opportunity.

“So you have not done anything to piss me off?” I quizzed, cupping her sex in one hand. She felt incredibly warm, and very small beneath my fingers.

Amanda offered no reply, stiffly staring off in the distance.

“Look at my bitch!” I snapped, spreading her folds and stroking her slick inner lips.

“Fuck you!” she hissed, glaring at me. “I will see you rot in jail for this! You stupid bastard - you are raping me in the presence of a hundred witnesses!”

I laughed softly.

“Rape?” I scoffed, “I haven’t even fucked you yet! As to witnesses - are you going to call on Fat Albert to testify to your ordeal? Nobody even knows I have my fingers up your wet cunt - and you are very wet aren’t you - I can smell you!”

Amanda looked shocked.

“Tell you what my beautiful little slut” I continued as my fingers were busily massaging her entrance, “Why don’t you just lean over and ask Albert to help you? Tell him you have this problem: You are sitting with your wet panties in your hand, my hand in your sopping cunt, and you don’t like it. Or would you prefer that I do that for you - maybe you would like Albert to watch as I make you cum? - or perhaps you would like him to join in? Maybe he could suck your titties - would that get you off?”

If looks could kill, I would be toast. I loved every moment of it - isn’t payback a bitch?

Shifting position a bit, I turned almost side on to the table. To anybody watching it would seem as if I was engrossed in a conversation with Amanda and that we were huddling closer in order to hear each other over the din of the music which had started a few moments ago. But it was doubtful that anybody would now be looking in our direction - the lights had dimmed and there were three or four strobe lights flashing to the thunder of the music - the party was on!

I changed hands, allowing myself comfortable access to what was now a very wet pussy. Amanda was still glaring at me, but who cared? Slipping my middle finger deep into her pussy, I swirled it around, exploring the ridged roof of her warm cavity. Stroking it in a circular motion, I started rubbing her clit with my thumb, almost as if I were intent on my fingers eventually meeting. Seeing her bite her bottom lip, I laughed softly.

“I wonder what you taste like Amanda?” I asked, bringing my other hand to my lips. The answer was divine - pure juicy innocence.

“Try some” I suggested, but she shook her head, glaring at me as if she believed that would put me off. I had to give her credit, she was more feisty than I expected.

“Suck my fingers” I instructed, “or you will be sucking Albert’s cock in five.”

It was an idle threat, but she had no way of knowing it - all that mattered was that she now had an excuse to be nasty - and she proved to be as nasty as anything I had ever come across, sucking my fingers deep into her mouth while swirling her tongue around my digits. I would have loved to see the faces of her prim and proper cohorts, had they been there to witness her true colours, but all of them would either be long gone, or lost in the melee of panting dancers and flashing lights. In fact, not even Albert was seated at our table anymore - the big boy was probably on the prowl for a fat babe from accounting, who would have a similar inclination to self humiliation. We were totally alone amidst a mass of humanity - and none of them were interested in what was happening in the shadow we were inhabiting.

Pulling my fingers from her mouth, I cupped Amanda’s head, and pulled her mouth to mine. Give her credit, she still resisted, but as the alien said - resistance is futile.

Forcing my tongue into her mouth, I ravished her mouth with the same intent I reserved for the rest of her body. She kept up the pretence for about a minute before her tongue responded, but once she started duelling with me, the moans quickly followed - it was inevitable since I now had three fingers pumping into her wet crevice, and she was hunching my hand like a bitch in heat.

“God your pussy is tight” I mumbled into her mouth, “doesn’t your husband have a dick?”

“Fuck you, you fucking animal!” she gasped, “He is a decent human being in contrast to a fucking rapist like you!”

I laughed at her in her face.

“Am I to assume he is too decent to suck on your pussy until you scream?”

Her face said it all.

“Ask me” I commanded.

She shook her head resolutely.

“OK - beg then” I said, withdrawing my fingers from her pussy, leaving her quivering on the edge.

“Never!” she spat, trying to get up.

“Be that way then” I snapped, pulling her off her chair and pushing her to the ground.

Before she had a chance of resisting, we were on the ground between the table and the wall, completely shielded from the room.

Being a slight little thing her flailing helped little - in a matter of seconds I had her on her back, legs splayed wide by my crouching bulk between them. Unceremoniously I pulled her closer and threw leg over each shoulder. She probably planned her last act of resistance for the moment I freed my cock from its confines, but she missed a trick - it wasn’t time to wrestle the python just yet.

With her legs pinned back her glistening pussy was in view for the first time, and it was indeed a sight to behold - wet, puffy with excitement and covered in a pale down attesting to her genuine blondness.

I did not hesitate for a second.

I lowered my head to her pussy and started sucking and licking at every fold, bump, crevice and cranny my urgent mouth could reach.

Amanda responded as if she were being electrocuted. First she struggled desperately to dislodge my head, but when I sucked her clit into my mouth she gave up, rather opting for urgently hunching against my face while making the kind of guh-guh sounds that guaranteed that I would be fucking her brains out before the hour was up.

A conniving bitch she might be, but right at this moment she was a bitch in heat, and she smelled and tasted as sweet as her public persona.

Sitting upright on the floor, I pulled her up with me, leaving only her shoulders on the floor, with her legs draped over my shoulders. Stabbing my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could, I sucked as much of the surrounding flesh into my mouth, and really went to town.

Guh-guh changed to the names of all the saints, but since none of them were there to assist, I redoubled my efforts to make up for their absence.

As her orgasm broke, Amanda sat bolt upright and spoke her mind to the heavens - using my shoulders as her saddle and leaving my face buried in her snatch - but this was one time I had no problem with her wiping my nose in it.

I did not slow the pace of my own efforts until I felt her relax. I carefully laid her back down on the floor - it was time for me to collect my pleasure.

Unbuckling my jeans, I freed ‘ole faithful’ from his restraints - and sorry to disappoint you, it wasn’t 17 inches uncut and 10 inches around - but it was big enough for the prissy little bitch lying on the floor to realise that I was not her little poodle husband trying to hump a Doberman’s leg.

“What do you think you are doing?” she protested, knowing full well what was coming. “I am a married woman - I can’t do this!”

I laughed. If nothing else she was persistent!

“I don’t seem to recall you calling your husband’s name a few moments ago!” I grinned, “and as to what I am doing, I am about to collect on prior damages suffered and recent services rendered - with interest!”

“Fuck you!” she shouted, but the sound was drowned by the din of the party on the other side of the table. I again laughed as she tried to scurry away. Grabbing a leg, I pulled her closer, but she was really putting up a fight now, so I opted for a change in tactics. Since she didn’t want to be on her back, I allowed her to scurry to her knees - and then I enveloped her.

Crouched on her knees, she suddenly found herself compacted into a ball, her head trapped between my legs, her hands trapped under my shins, and the full weight of my upper body bearing down on her back. She was going nowhere, and could do nothing - not even bite my balls, since she couldn’t turn her head to get to them.

“You are a very naughty little slut!” I shouted, loud enough for her to hear me above the din. “It is very rude not to offer to return the favour when a gentleman sucks your pussy until you scream - so now I will teach you to scream!”

I couldn’t quite make out what response followed, but it definitely wasn’t polite.

Flipping up her little skirt, I ran both my hands over her tight little ass. It was warm, firm, and nowhere near red enough. I set about remedying the last part to the beat of the thumping music washing over us.

As each slap landed she squirmed and struggled, but there wasn’t a soul to appreciate the beautiful sight she made, other than yours truly. As her ass turned a bright shade of red, I became as stiff as the Queen’s upper lip, the roaring in my ears confirming where all my blood had gone to.

Feeling her struggles subside, I stopped spanking her, rather running my hands over her ass and pussy - and incredibly the bitch was wet again! It was too much - I had to have her right now!

Letting her up, her tear streaked face was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Guiding her hand to my raging hard-on, I was looking for any sign of resistance - there was none - and that would never do.

“Suck me” I ordered.

She shook her head.

“Suck me!” I barked, forcing her head to my crotch.

“I can’t!” she cried, “I have never even done that for my husband!”

“Well you will be well trained by the time you go home tonight!” I grated, forcing my dick into her mouth.

Once I was inside her mouth, she gave up the fight, and set about sucking cock with gusto. The girl clearly had no experience, but she made up for it in raw talent. Swirling her tongue and bobbing her head while seemingly intent on turning me inside out through the vacuum of her mouth, I knew I wouldn’t last long, if I allowed her to keep going at this pace.

Much as I would love to fill that prissy little mouth with my cum, I had other ideas as well.

Pulling her mouth of my aching dick, I stuck my tongue deep down her throat, while my hands pulled open her little red jacket. I think she was trying to mumble a protest, but she had been protesting all night, so it was hardly likely I would be interested in anything she had to say this time.

I didn’t waste time looking for the clasp on her bra - I just ripped it off her.

Lowering my head to her breasts, I saw two perky little orange sized tits capped with pink nipples just begging to be sucked. I obliged.

Sucking the first into my mouth, I felt in instantly harden. Switching to the other, I nibbled and sucked for a few seconds before biting down hard. Amanda was moaning, now cradling my head to her chest while furiously stroking my dick.

Karl unlocked the door to the spare room with one hand still holding me by my wrists. He flipped the light switch illuminating the room with black fluorescent light, enough to see and move about, but still quite dim. The black light softened the room and gave it a nice purple hue. It occurred to me how rarely I’d ever seen that room. Oh Karl had taken me in there many, many times, but I was blindfolded before even entering, at least 90 of the