Chatroom tricks part2

Mary got up and left the room, closing the door behind her. Well it was supposed to be a midday call, have sex and go home, but as my tied body looked out of the window I saw night drawing in. Then to my horror car headlights reflecting into the room, someone had just pulled up on the driveway and I remembered Mary was married… What the hell was I going to do? Mary had always been honest with me and I knew what I was getting into, I don’t know what this man, her husband was like but what the hell would he think of. Here lay on his marital bed was a young guy, probably young enough to be his son. I knew the score, I had chosen to come see and fuck a married woman, if only I knew this was going to happen. As the engine outside died down and the headlights stopped illuminating the whitewashed ceiling I rested my head back, my bonds were too tight to fight, there was no getting out of this. I hoped, prayed that this guy would just find it funny and take the piss out of me, after that maybe he’d let me go home. The worse that could happen is he could put me in hospital. I heard the front door open and could hear voices, Mary’s soft voice was easy to recognise, and unfortunately I could hear a guy’s voice. I was scared to death now, but somehow I couldn’t stop myself being erect, because of the gates of hell cock rings on my 8’’ cock was throbbing. The head was purple and looked solid, not its normal hard spongy touch. It hurt like hell and if I could of gotten my hands free I would of whipped it off and just allowed my cock to go soft. Being only 26 I couldn’t believe I wanted to be soft, I’d spent far too much time playing with myself to want a soft cock! Before leaving me for the last time Mary had slipped inside my virgin anus a 5’’ long butt plug, when she had roughly slipped it past my resistant muscles it hurt like hell, but even now that didn’t feel half as bad. Time past, I lay there tied down, dressed as some kind of slut, my own punishment for my own stupidity I guess. As there were no clocks in the room I had no concept of time, I think at some point I even fell asl**p. Mary had known from our many chats that I was a single guy, parents lived miles away and I was currently between jobs, which was ok as I lived off my parent’s money. So who would know I was missing, I could be gone days and nobody would know. If my mates tried to get hold of me they’d just think I was on one of drinking weekends. My god, I could be here days. As it went I had been tied to the bed for close on eight hours. Fear had stopped me wanting to carry out normal duties and that fear was about to increase ten fold. I must have been asl**p as I awoke a little groggy when the stairs creaked, there were footsteps headed this way. I hoped it was Mary and she would release me from this ridiculous game she was playing. The door creaked open. With the blindfold on I was desperate to see who it was, I wanted to hear a voice anything, but instead the bed felt like someone was sat next to me. I moved my head as if looking around, pointless considering. Then it happened. The tip of my cock was peaking through the waste band of the black thong I had stupidly put on, it was in pure pain with being so dam hard. I felt just the tip of a tongue licking over the pee hole of my cock, warm and wet, making my poor defenceless cock throb wildly from its touch. The tongue slid gracefully over the rings that confined my imprisoned cock. Then a hand got hold of my balls, only this wasn’t Mary’s hand, not that I had yet had the pleasure of feeling that, just these were big hands. The hand squeezed lightly, pulling them down and away from my body. It felt like I was being cut in half as the ball spreader f***ed the two globes further apart. I had a horrible feeling that when I heard a gasp the sound seemed like it was male, there was nothing I could do or say but lie there like a toy for a mans pleasure. I’d never considered myself gay, or even bi. I’d see porn like everyone else and seeing two guys did nothing for me. But as I got older I thought about it, only a little, but as soon as I started getting to know women properly the thoughts left my head, and there was no way I wanted them back. But I wanted to get off, I needed to cum and at this moment in time I didn’t care by whom. I wanted this rough large hand to just pump my cock until I was milked. My back was arching as the hand rubbed, trying desperately to increase friction, oh how I needed that hot rush to leave my balls. Then the persons second hand came into play and started pulling and pushing at my butt plug, twisting it. All the time it rubbed over my prostrate turning me on, making me wriggle underneath my unknown captor. I had heard stories about men apparently having a G spot but it must have been old wives tales, if you could turn a guy on that much why the hell put that spot up a hole that’s only supposed to be used for getting rid of rubbish. But this guy moved the plug about until he heard me gasp from beneath the ball gag that was forcing my mouth open. With that he had found the stop, ensuring that the tip of the plug kept running back and forth over the gland he fucked me with the toy for about five minuets, still I hadn’t heard anyone speak, it was spooky, like being pleasured in ways I didn’t know by someone I couldn’t see, from the same sex. At this moment of time I didn’t care, all I knew was the constant rubbing of this so called G spot was causing the cum deposits in my balls to grow and grow with no release. The 5 cock rings that encircled my cock weren’t letting anything escape. If it was turning this guy on and that’s all he wanted to do then go for it, hell as long as I could cum I didn’t care. Just as the soft silicon surfaces of the plug were giving me immense pleasure the rules of the game changed, the small plug plopped out leaving me feeling empty. “Don’t worry you wont be empty for long” a rough voice said. The weight on the bed next to me shifted and I felt the mattress between my legs being pushed down, this was not good news. Suddenly realising what he meant I panicked, my breathing increased and I was snorting through my nose because of the gag. My god he wasn’t was he? I felt what I could only guess was the head of a cock sliding up and down my anus, mixing his precum with the lubricant that had eased the plug in earlier that day. My god no please, that’s what I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. Slowly the cock pressed harder and harder toward my virgin hole, I didn’t want this. I tried to tighten my muscles as some kind of defence but it was useless they had been so relaxed from the plug that it was no more that a tight pussy for this man to enjoy. Then with a burning sensation something hard pushed inside me, it was about twice the width of the plug and judging the feel of his size he must have been close on ten inches. As my ass began burning he stopped just two inches inside me, he was incredibly hard, I had no idea at the time but his cock was already big, but had been made a lot harder by the single cock ring at the base of his cock. As my ass got used to his girth I lay back flat, giving myself to this strange before I was hurt, I guess I had to be thankfully he didn’t f***e the entire length straight in me. As he allowed me to get used to it he went back to using a fingertip on my cock, tracing his short nail up and down the underside of it through the fabric of the thong. Surprisingly to me there wasn’t any sign of precum, in reality my stomach should have been sticky with the stuff by now. Without warning another three inches f***ed me ass to part as I felt the thick head working its way deeper into me. Sapping my strength, sapping my will. With 5’’ in my he rocked back and forth obviously enjoying the tight velvet like ass that gripped his cock. The tip of his monster began rubbing that dam gland again. Now feelings were getting strange, I didn’t want a cock in me, it hurt, but now there was a tingling of pleasure shooting through me, don’t stop. This time the wait was shorter, he was getting excited and showed it by the way the whole 10’’ was quickly buried inside me. The he started fucking me, pulling his cock out to the tip very very slowly before ramming the b**st back in me hard, back slowly he went again, each time surging forward spearing me on his meaty thick cock. Back and forth it rubbed over my prostrate building the cum in my balls, the cum that had nowhere to go. The fucking, the r**e, whatever the hell it was lasted for about twenty minuets. My body had given up on me along time ago, but my mind had gone now, I wanted this to happen, I needed to be fucked while dressed like a bitch. If I could get the gag out I would have begged to feel his cum, but there was no way that was possible. My ass had given up all signals of fighting back, or signs of pain, it was now pleasure, it might have taken some time to get to that point but I didn’t want to stop. The gag might have been in tight but I didn’t need to beg him to cum, without warning I felt his cock swell as he slowed down his strokes. His cock was pulled back, the tip at the entrance of my cock, all the way out. Then in one powerful stroke it slide down my anal passage right up to the hilt. Then it came, a flood of boiling cum filled me inside, it felt like the power of the orgasm shot through to fill my stomach. My god I wanted to join him, but instead I lay there like some dirty toy being used by a stranger, and I wanted it!!! A few grunts later and a few shorter spurts of cum later I felt the cock reluctantly leaving me, leaving me empty again. My senses suddenly came back, shit what had he done, r**ed me. When they untie me I was going to be spitting mad, this bloke and Mary, she had tricked me it was her fault. The weight on the bed between my legs vanished with a huff and a puff, all it left was the thick hot cum sliding down my insides, soaking the bed under my ass cheeks. I tried holding it in but to no avail, most of it was leaving me rapidly. I lay there in a surreal world, still in darkness, still wondering what had happened and how I got into that position. The guy left the room and again I was alone. Knowing that nobody could see me I allowed my body to relax and even found myself wriggling in the pool of cum that had congealed under my ass cheeks. It had been only tem minutes and I was relaxed, almost dreaming of it happening again when I heard a little clap, single slow claps and a weight on the bed next to me again. “You seemed to enjoy that,” Mary said pulling the blindfold off. She was still beautiful, her red hair framing her face, her red lips full. The last time I had seen her she was in a plain boring business suit, now she sat next to me in a PVC thong, a push up bra, stockings and knee length boots. Her gauntlet gloves worked up and down my Basque before slipping over my tortured cock and down to my ass. A smooth finger began slipping in and out of my used ass. “You’ve been a good boy” she said smiling, I just wanted to call her a bitch but the finger felt so good massaging my sore anus. Mary leant to one side almost making me look over into the corner of the room. There it was set up on a tripod, a bl**dy camera. If this gag hadn’t been in my mouth and me so tied down I would of gone for her. “Now I can see in your eyes you’re made, but through our chats you have been subconsciously submitting to me boy, you know it. If I said jump you said how high” he voice was soft and level, she had no feelings over what she had put me through. “I tell you what we’ll do,” she continued. “I will leave you tied up over the whole weekend, don’t worry WE will feed you and help you to the toilet, if after this weekend you want to leave then you may do so, however I will keep all the videos, if you chose to serve us both as our sissy slave then you get the tapes and your world becomes a lot bigger and meaningful”. I couldn’t reply, I couldn’t move, I tried to demand she release me using my eyes but that was pointless as the blindfold slipped back down. All I could do was lie there full of cum wondering what my weekend would bring, how would they make me serve them, the moment I was untied I was off to the police, or was I? To be continued…

online chatting

I had been chatting online with Christina for a few months and was looking forward to meeting in person. We shared an interest in kinky sex and planned to spend the weekend in a cheap motel room. Though we didn't live in the same town, we were only a short drive away if we shared the distance so we met in a smaller town at about the half-way mark. I made the short drive in good time and checked myself into the motel. I sent Christina a text to let her know which room I was in and got myself settled. I brought several of my favorite toys with me and had already given myself an enema before I left my place. I had also shaved off all of my pubic hair, leaving my penis and asshole smooth and soft to the touch. Though we both liked to switch, Christina was more dominant so I agreed to start things off as the submissive. I stripped off my clothes except for a silk thong that I purchased just for the occasion. Christina thought the thong was hot but I felt somewhat emasculated in it. I was to leave the door unlocked and slightly open so she could walk right in while I waited on my knees facing the door in only the thong. Anyone could have opened the door and seen me there and the idea both scared and excited me since they surely would have assumed I was gay. After a few minutes I started to have second thoughts about the entire meeting. My experience with women was limited and I had never explored any kind of kinky sex with a partner. My mind kept on this course until I was just about to chicken out and leave when the door flew open. Christina walked in looking stunning, just as in her pictures, and immediately took control. Shutting the door behind her and dropping her backpack on the floor, she grabbed me by the hair and bent me over the bed. Pulling my thong slightly to the side, she worked her tongue up my ass as far as possible. It was the first time anyone ate out my asshole and I loved it. While she worked her tongue, she reached around my waist to squeeze my cock and balls through the silky pouch of my thong. It didn't hurt, but it emphasized her control over me. "I thought you were a switch, but you seem more like a submissive little bitch to me" she teased. I responded only with moans to her licking and squeezing. I didn't want to admit it but I loved the degrading way she was talking to me. "Let's see what you've brought for me to play with. Stay where you are and don't turn around." Christina rummaged through my bag for a minute, examining my small collection of dildos and butt plugs. "You didn't bring any lube! Good, I didn't plan on letting you use any anyway." I heard her move to the other side of the room and open her own bag. "The first thing we should do is make sure you can't get away." The next thing I knew, Christina was securing leather cuffs to my wrists and a leather collar around my neck. I was now keenly aware of my near nudity and prostrate position while Christina was still fully dressed in jeans and a button down shirt and standing over me. She produced a chain which she looped through the rings in my cuffs and then padlocked to the head of the bed. There was plenty of slack, but it was clear that I wasn't going anywhere until she decided it was time for me to go. "You definitely won't be getting out of those until I decide." She dangled the key in front of me for a moment from a chain and then pulled it away quickly and secured the chain around her neck, the key dangling neatly between her breasts under her shirt. It seemed that I had completely lost control of the situation and my playmate for the evening had become my dominatrix. She spanked me hard a few times. "Ouch," I objected. "I just want you to remember who's in charge here," Christina retorted. "Now open your mouth." No sooner had I complied than she shoved a black rubber dildo into my mouth. It was long and thick with a handle on the end that my self-appointed mistress was holding. "That's good, pet. I suggest you get it nice and wet unless you want this next part to hurt a lot." It did not take me long to figure out what she meant so I did my best to slobber all over it before she tired of this part of the game. Withdrawing it from my mouth she stepped behind me and wasted no time in pressing it to my asshole. Thankfully it was still moist from her licking because she didn't even try to ease it in - rather shoving the entire length in as hard and fast as possible. The size was shockingly large in my ass and I couldn't help but scream but almost as soon as I opened my mouth, it was filled with a rubber ball gag, which Christina quickly strapped around my head. Obviously, she had this all planned out and if it was not clear before, then it was clear now that I was totally at her mercy. "I'm going to need you to keep the noise level down, pet. Comfy?" I shook my head to indicate that I was not and had no desire to be gagged like this. "Good," she replied and resumed her vigorous fucking of my ass with the big black rubber dildo. "I do love this ass of yours, so tight and pretty, almost like a girl." She spanked my twice as she said this. "You're my pretty little bitch, aren't you?" The way she was fucking me was painful at first but then started to feel good as my ass started to get used to the assault. Eventually, my anal mucus started flowing in response to the relentless dildoing. Christina noticed and exclaimed, "Oh my god! You're ass is getting wet like my pussy! I didn't know that could happen! You really are a little bitch, aren't you?" All I could reply was by moaning as she fucked me even harder since the gag in my mouth prevented me from saying anything comprehensible. Eventually Christina tired of this game and pulled out from my ass. I felt suddenly open and empty without the dildo there. I tried to turn my head to see what was happening but my mistress had ducked into the bathroom. I heard some rustling and continued to wait with my ass high in the air. After a minute, I heard her return and turned to see her still fully dressed but now sporting a huge strapon dildo on the outside of her jeans. It was significantly thicker and longer than the dildo she had just been using. "Your ass is still gaping wide open and leaking ass juice all over the bed so I don't think you need any warming up for this big boy." And with that she positioned the new dildo against my asshole and started to press it in. Unfortunately for me, it was a little bigger than my hole and caused significant pain. I screamed into my gag. "Hmm, perhaps I misjudged the size of this thing. Don't worry I'll get it in." My eyes were as big as saucers as she pushed even harder. I could feel my anus slowly stretch to accommodate the new toy and eventually it popped all the way in. "Yes! I knew I could get it in," she boasted. Christina started fucking my ass in earnest now. I thought I would tear in two from the size of it but she showed me no mercy. On and on she fucked for at least 20 minutes. It seemed that she never tired of this game. Chained to the bed as I was and gagged, I had little choice but to take what she gave me. It was an intense mixture of pleasure and pain. Eventually my asshole started to spasm involuntarily as I tried with all my might to push the giant dildo out of my ass. Finally, Christina tired and pulled out. She moved to my head and removed my gag. "Did you like that, pet?" "Yes mistress," was all I could get out as I tried to catch my breath and regain my senses. "Good. Now it's time for you to get to work. My cock is dirty. Clean it up, bitch." I looked at the dildo still attached to her waist. It was covered in my own ass juice and a small amount of shit. "But, but..." "But nothing! Suck that cock, fagot!" I was so shocked by the sudden f***eful order that my jaw dropped. Wasting no time, my mistress pushed forward and popped the cock right into my mouth. It was disgusting! I could taste my own ass and shit as she now fucked my mouth. "That's right, slut. Lick it all clean. You're going to like what I have planned next." Once I had sufficiently cleaned her strapon dildo, she moved back behind me again. She grabbed my cock and balls through my thong pouch and gave it a good squeeze. Her other hand started rubbing my ass tenderly. "I hope I didn't ruin your asshole forever. It's much larger now than when we started. In fact, I bet I could fit my whole fist in there now. Let's find out!" "Oh please God no!" "Oh, it pleases your God yes," she quipped. She started with four fingers easily enough and then tucked her thumb in beside them and started fucking me with five fingers for a bit. "Things are getting a little too dry back here so I'll do you a favor and let you lick my fingers." Into my mouth went her fingers as she gave my balls a more f***eful squeeze to let me know that she was not interested in what I wanted. I drooled as much as possible all over them because I knew that her fist was going in one way or another and I preferred not to have my own bl**d used as the lube. Moving back behind me, Christina spit a copious amount right onto my asshole and started pushing her hand slowly but surely into my asshole. She worked it in and out for a bit and then gave one big shove popping her entire fist in. I cried out in pain and she just laughed. "I love having my own anal slut to play with! I could do this forever!" It seemed to last forever as she twisted her hand in my ass feeling my most private places and then pounding my ass with her fist over and over again. It stretched my asshole to the limit and just when I thought I could not take it anymore, Christina stopped and pulled out. "Wow, I'm exhausted! I need a break," she announced and moved to the bathroom to wash her hands leaving me on the bed panting and exhausted myself. Just as I had caught my breath, Christina returned from the bathroom. "Now, let's see what I've been squeezing all this time." And with that, she pulled my thong down and immediately started laughing. "Wow, that is the smallest cock I have ever seen!" "What? No, it's average size." "Sure, for a 10 year old. Look, I know I said I would have sex with you but I was expecting you to have something between your legs. There is no way I could get any pleasure from that. I need a real man's cock to get off." I couldn't believe what she was saying. My heart sank as she insulted me. All I wanted to do was crawl away as soon as possible and hide but almost on queue there was a knock at the door. "Oh, they're here," she said. "Who's here?" I asked.

1st Time gay

It has been a fantasy of mine for some time, that is for a man to fuck my arse. Well it finally happened. I was travelling back down from Scotland, I needed to take a leak so I pulled into a layby, in it were 3 other cars. I got out went to the bushes and had a pee, as I finished I turned and bumped into this guy, he was about 50, he just said casually do you want anything. I looked at him and replied yes but not here, he said there is another place down the road give it 5 mins and follow me down I'll wait for you and show you where it is. OK I said. I drove down the road and sure enough he was waiting a bit down the road a couple of miles later he turned off so I followed he pulled up in a secluded spot in some trees. We both got out and he walked up to me saying what are you into, I replied dunno really most things I suppose, he started to rub my crotch feeling my cock getting hard I started to rub him, he undid his pants and got his cock out,so I knelt down and began to suck him, after a while he said let me suck you, I stod up and just said if you've got a condom I'd like you to fuck me. He smiled and took ne out of his pocket and rolled it onto his cock. I just dropped my pants and leaned forward, he stepped behind me ran his wet fingers around my ring and started to push his cock into me, there was very little pain which surprised me son his head pushed in and my muscles gripped his shaft, slowly he began to pump in and out. Faster, harder I heard myself saying, and he did he started to bang me for all he was worth, I felt his balls hitting mine, I was almost cumming myself he had hold of my hips and was fucking me for all he was worth, suddenly he started short sharp jerks the he stopped and seemed to shiver the his cock slipped out of me, I turned around and saw he had filled the condom he smiled bent down and sucked me till I came , then he said thanks and walked back to his car.

In the Recession

The winter of 2008-2009 was a low point for me. I had gotten laid off from a good job in November, and my marriage, which had been shaky for a couple of years, fell apart just before Thanksgiving. January found me working part time jobs in two convenience stores and living in a three room cracker-box of a rental house in a neighborhood, which, if it wasn't exactly a badneighborhood, was definitely dreary in the dead of winter. One gray, drizzly afternoon in early February I got off work at one and stopped in at a grocery store before heading home to catch a few hours sl**p before heading out to my other job at eleven pm. Coming out of the store back into the drizzle, I saw a woman sitting on the wet curb with her head in her hands, sobbing. She looked up as I passed, and I recognized her as a woman I had worked with back in the early nineties. "Dena, what's wrong?" I asked in some surprise. She looked up at me, confused for a moment before she recognized me. "I'm screwed, Tom. I got kicked out of my house, yesterday. And Jeaney took off and left after we had a fight this morning. Said she was going to Texas with her boyfriend. I got no job, no money, no car, and no place to stay." She put her face into her hands again. Jeaney, I remembered was her daughter, and must have been about twenty at this point. "What happened to Jeffy?" I asked, referring to Dena's husband. "He left me last summer", she choked out, and began sobbing again into her hands. Her sobs were made worse by the fact that she was shivering uncontrollably, and no wonder, her clothes were soaked. The temperature was just above freezing. "Well",I said, "You're going to get sick and die if you sit out here in the rain all night. You better sl**p on my couch tonight. My house may be a dump, but it's dry inside." Dena numbly followed me to my rust-bucket of a car and got in, her clothes squelching rainwater onto the seat. When we got to my place, I hunted up a sweat shirt and some sweat pants of mine. Dena was fairly tall for a woman, and my sweats would more or less fit her. I told her to go into my cramped bathroom and take a good warm shower, dry off completely, and put on the sweats. She complied silently, and as she did, I heated up a can of soup and dug out some warm bedding. She was still shivering after the shower, but the soup and a cup of instant cocoa helped. After eating, she took the bedding and lay down on the ratty couch along one wall of my combination kitchen-dining room-parlor, and began sobbing again, this time quietly. I went into my eight by eight bedroom and sacked out for several hours before getting up at ten and heading out to my other part-time job. When I left, Dena was sl**ping restlessly. I found myself wondering If I could afford to lend her any money, and whether she had anyplace to go if I did. When I got home at 7:30, she was sl**ping soundly and snoring like a sawmill. I made myself a baloney sandwich and opened myself a beer.This was Thursday morning, and I wouldn't have to go to work again at either of my jobs until Saturday night. As I ate, I wondered how much of the snoring I could tolerate. I had gotten along well enough with Dena when we worked together, but I hadn't actually reckoned her as a friend. I wasn't at all sure she would work out as a roommate. Dena was, as I've noted, fairly tall, but oddly proportioned. She had long slender legs and a narrow little ass, but rather wide shoulders. She had gained a bit of weight in the fifteen or so years since we had worked together, and most of it had settled on her upper torso, partly enlarging her breasts, but also giving her a froglike neck and double chin and a roll around her waist. She still had the dark brown hair with reddish highlights, and the brown eyes and freckly complexion which accompany that color hair. Her nose was small and rather pointy, her mouth, small and often sullen. I had another beer and remembered that most of the other women we had worked with at the plant had not much liked Dena. She'd had a reputation as a backbiter and as brown noser, though I never saw any evidence of that myself. As I finished my beer, I tiredly thought that in a day or two she would rest up and move on to whatever fate awaited her. I would have done my good deed and she would be out of my hair I thought as I dropped off into an unsettled daytime sl**p. At some time during the next few hours I heard her get up, use the bathroom and fix herself a cup of cocoa. I was awake enough to hear the couch creak as her weight settled back into it. I woke up about noon, my bladder full. Working the late shift always tempts me into drinking too much coffee, and consequently, my sl**p the next day is never as restful as it should be. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Dena on the couch, lying on her left side, facing its back. Most of her was covered by the blankets, including her head, but her tight, round little ass was sticking out from under the covers with the late winter sunlight shining on it. Standing there in my boxer shorts, I was aroused, seized by a desire to kiss that firm little ass. I saw myself, as if another man, kneel down by the couch.Dena's little butt was smooth-skinned and hairless. I could not help myself but to kiss the round, smooth cheeks, and to run my tongue between them. As I did so, Dena who had not been asl**p, moaned softly as I parted her cheeks with my hand and began licking her anus and labia. Her musky scent only increased my desire. My tongue found its way into her rather small, tight vulva. She rolled over onto her back and pulled her knees up to her chest, giving me more access to her little pink passion flower. I licked, kissed and sucked her inner labia and clit, my saliva mingling with her free-flowing pussy juices. She gasped as I inserted my right middle finger into her surprisingly tight vagina, and began searching for her G-spot while continuing to lick her vulva. I was surprised at how soon she had an orgasm, arching her back and moaning loudly. Continuing my efforts, I was able to give her another three orgasms, each more intense than the last, her moans raising almost to a low scream. Finally, she pushed my head out of her crotch, breathlessly groaning, "That's enough". She lay there catching her breath as I wiped some of her juices off of my face onto the bedding. I was completely aroused now, and I stood up and dropped my shorts letting her see my rock hard erection. Her eyes widened as I straddled her chest, my cock approaching toward her sullen little mouth. "Say 'ahh'," I told her, and she obeyed. I inserted my organ and her lips closed around it. She began gently sucking and stroking my cock with her lips. I was not going to last long, either. It had been a good six months since I had had sex with my wife, and what with working two jobs, I had hardly had the time or energy to even jerk off. The tank was full. Dena began sucking harder and began gently squeezing my balls with her hand. The sensation was so intense it was almost, almost painful. I reached an explosive climax, and it felt like gallons of cum were flowing through my cock. Dena gagged a bit and began noisily swallowing my load. The sensation of the back of her mouth against the head of my cock was too intense for me to bear and I pulled out, one last jet of sperm landing oh her cheek. I rolled off of her onto the floor and gasped "Jeezus!". "Yeah," she echoed, "Jeezus!"

SuPrise sex

Not my writing but love this still wasn’t sure if tonight would be the night. My mind mentally calculated the possibilities, looking for a sign, some kind of clue, that this would be evening that one of my longest standing and strongest fantasies would come true. An intruder would break into my home and I would be assaulted and ****d . It was a Friday night. No work tomorrow. No need to get up early. These were all indicators that pointed to the possibility. Still, I had thought that it was going to happen many times before and had woke to the morning light uns**thed. His texts were sexual and provocative in nature but then again, they often were. The only real difference tonight was thisoverwhelming sense of eminent danger. Something sinister was in the air. I could just feel it. I reread our text exchange for the upteenth time. Searching for a clue. 11:35am (him) – Just thinking of you… Added duct tape to my bag… 11:52am (me) – That instantly aroused me into that anxiety/sexual tension state I have been experiencing! And it freaks me out you mention duct tape because after reading last night, I have been thinking more and more about being bound and restrained. It’s like you are perfectly in tune with my desires…even more so than usual… Very spiritual and strange… 11:54am (him) - ;) Whatcha doin today? 12:26pm (me) - Just working and then watching my friends daughter for a bit tonight but I will be sl**ping at my apartment. I can’t even begin to describe the feelings of longing mixed with anxiety and fear of the unknown I’ve been experiencing every night. It’s surreal… I am also enjoying thinking of you summoning me to service a random whim…How about you? Anything fun planned? 12:28pm (him) – Joshie is up this weekend…So that will be fun. Haven’t seen him in a bit. Aside from that, nothing much. I enjoy your anxiety…And it will be stressful for you. Do you remember your safe word? 12:45 (me) – Flower. I don’t want to use it. I want to take anything and everything you desire me to but I will remember it. 6:32pm (him) – Please take the time to read another couple of chapters tonight…Be nice and clean and in Jammie’s… 6:38pm (me) – I will read and be ready for you (actually I will always be prepared for you in case you decide it’s time) You wouldn’t believe my state of arousal!!!!! 6:50pm (me) – Sometime I’d like to get button down jammies that you rip off. That’s very hot! 6:52pm (him) – Yes.. I encourage you in all of your fantasies…Do text me something about what you read tonight which intrigues you…;) 7:01pm (me) – There is quite a bit that intrigues me but I will pick something that especially has touched me 7:03pm (him) – Yes, please do… 10:47pm (me) – Where can I start? The whole "Story of O" fascinates me terribly. I like how her body must always be open, legs apart to receive any kind of sex at whim. I liked all the restraints, how her hands are bound behind her back and the collar and bracelets which conveniently attached to various places in the house. I’m very fascinated by the thought of her being branded with her lovers insignia (this really peeks my interest…) But the thing that intrigued me most was not necessarily a particular act of submission but how committed she was to his will. Psychologically she just wants to submit. No matter what happened, what they threw at her, she did not waiver. Even when she could leave, she did not. It didn’t even cross her mind not to completely give all of herself. That fascinates me to no end. I find myself feeling like that with you. If you ask something of me, I just do it. Even if I could get away with not doing it, I wouldn’t. It doesn’t even cross by mind not to obey. I’m fascinated that you have that power over me. No one else ever had it. It has become so important to please you and overcome any challenge give me. I frequently daydream about all kinds of depraved acts you may do to me… Sometimes it scares me when I thing about some of the things I fantasize about you doing to me. They are not for the feign of heart! Harsh, demanding things…and I can’t stop imagining what it would be like.. 12:28am (me) – I plan to be in bed and out by 1am…Good night After that last text at 7pm, I heard nothing. No return text. No more clues to ponder. I lied in bed trying not to think too much about it but the anxiety and fear of the unknown was now a constant in my body. I continued to sense something. I read another chapter of the “Story of O”, the erotic bdsm novel he instructed me to purchase but I was distracted. Finally, frustrated after reading the same sentence 3 times, I abruptly closed the book. Sexually aroused and restless as a caged a****l, I searched for a solution, desperate for anything that would bring me some peace. I wanted to numb my desires, my longing, my hunger, my lust but I knew there was only one way that would happen. I knew that the burning need to connect with that secret, dark place inside myself would only be quenched by giving myself wholly to him. It was a compulsion that had first been allowed, then encouraged to develop and was now too powerful to be stopped. Aching and restless, I ran a hot bath, purposefully giving permission to all the deviant demons that lived in my body and mind to run free. My body devoured the pleasure offered by my very vivid imagination and rewarded me with a cleansing orgasm. I got out of the bath and put on a silky, purple, lingerie nighty with no panties. I turned on the tv attempting to find a mindless TV show with no sexual overtones to occupy myself with. After a few minutes, I began to feel the first stirring of drowsiness and went to lay my bed. I soon drifted off to sl**p. I had no idea what time it was when I awoke but it was still very dark outside. I can’t remember hearing any specific noises but something made me open my eyes. He was standing in the door of my bedroom. I wasn’t startled or scared at that moment and even felt my usual elation at seeing him but that was soon to change. Without hesitation, he walked over to me and grabbed my neck, first with one, then both of my hands. “Don’t you dare make a fucking sound bitch or I will cut your neck with this knife. Mmmm. Very nice.” His voice trailing off as he felt the straps on my purple silk nightie. The harshness returned abruptly. “Not a fucking word! Do you understand me?” I nodded several times, promising not to make a sound. He took a blindfold and placed in over my eyes, again instructing me not to even think about touching it. He sat me up then, changing his mind, pushed me roughly back down and began running his hands up and down my body. He lingered softly when he got to my nipple, gently fingering the rim. My brain was just beginning to register pleasure, when his fingers clamped down on my nipple with surprising f***e. I gasped out in pain. Just as I was recoveringfromthe unexpected jolt, his mouth covered my other fully exposed nipple where he bit down with just as much f***e. I cried out again. Catching my breath, I frantically tried to compose myself, my brain searching for a way to process the pain as his hands wandered down to my pussy and my legs instinctively opened. He could feel my wetness and suddenly pulled away. I felt him sit up. “What a little whore you are! A man comes in to **** you and you are wet and horny!” He slapped the right side of my face and I jerked back with a gasp. Without a word, he roughly turned me over on to my stomach. He once again put his hands around my neck, pushing my face into the mattress once again, forcing me to struggle desperately to catch a breath. My natural urge to resist this seemed to anger him, making his resolve to own me even stronger as he straightened my head out roughly and plunged it even deeper into the mattress. His hands tightened around my throat and I could feel the air being cut off. Panic set off alarms throughout my body and just when I thought I was going to suffocate, the pressure lessened and I gulped for every breath of air like it was more precious than gold. He pressed his knee squarely in the middle of my back as he grabbed my hands, forcing them behind my body. Angrily, he attached a restraint around each wrist then pulled me up with a jerk. “Get up! Get up you little whore bitch!” he hissed. He shoved me over towards the wall, one hand gripping my upper arm, the other still firmly around my neck. Spinning me around, I felt my back and head hit the wall with a f***e that startled me. “You really are a little whore. Aren’t you? Don’t move a muscle. If you move, even an inch, you will feel pain like you never have before.” I stood there silently. Not daring to move or make a sound. My mind was desperately trying to process what was happening as I heard the water running in the kitchen. He came back and grabbed the hair on the back of my head. “Open your mouth bitch!” I obliged, tasting cool water in my mouth. He poured it faster than I could swallow it and most of it ran down the sides of my face onto my body. He continued to pour it down my throat and I gasped from the shock of the coldness as it ran down my neck. “Now stand still. I’m going to take pictures of you to show all my friends what a whore you are. Maybe I'll invite them over to use you. Fuck you like the whore you are. Just look at you standing there, bound and blindfolded like dirty slut” I heard the flash of a camera, then another. “Get on your knees!” he said, pushing me down by the shoulder. I heard the rustling of material as he removedhis clothing. “Suck my cock now, you bitch!” He gripped my hair f***efully and proceeded to shove his erect penis in my mouth. “I said suck my cock bitch! I want that whole thing down your throat! Open your mouth wider! No teeth! If I feel your teeth, I will beat you like you’ve never been beat before” He pushed himself deeper into my mouth. I struggled to open my throat wider, not wanting to stoke his anger. I began gagging and retching which only seemed to enrage him. “If you throw up on my cock, I’ll beat you the crap out of you! Now start sucking! I want it all the way down your throat!". Fear was coursing through my body, every nerve standing on edge. Suddenly, he pulled himself away. I kneeled there not daring to move, saliva from gagging, cool on the side of my mouth. “Now get in the other room!” I hesitated, just a second, still trying to process. “What the fuck are you waiting for bitch? You really better get walking. NOW!” My other senses were ultra heightened from my sight being restricted by the blindfold. My hands followed the cold, smooth walls. When I felt the wood of the bedroom door, I let go and walked to where I thought was to the middle of the room. my hands desperately searching for something to reveal my location. Finally I felt, the mirror in the far corner of the living room, which was surprising because it is not at all where I thought I had walked to. As I turned to make my way over to the sofa in the middle of the room his commanding voice stopped me dead in my tracks. “No! Stop! I want you down on your knees and crawling like the whore you are. You should always be on your knees in my presence. Now get down on the floor and crawl bitch!” I now knew better than to hesitate when he gave an order and immediately dropped on to all fours, using one arm to crawl and the other to feel the way. After I crawled for a while, he jerked me to my knees, pulling both arms behind my back and putting the leather cuffs back on my wrists. "Now, lie there and pleasure yourself." I lied down on my back and quickly stuck my ring finger into my pussy, scratching myself in my haste. I could feel an extra wetness in my pussy, yet my fear of him distracted my mind from feeling much pleasure from this act. I continued to masturbate myself when his sharp voice interrupted my thoughts. “Now get up on your knees. I told you that a whore like you should always be on her knees. Suck my cock and I want it all the way down your throat this time!". He freed my hands and I immediately reached up to grab his cock. Another sharp slap landed on my right cheek. “You may not touch me! Do you understand?” I nodded and brought my hands down to my side. My mouth navigated the darkness, wildly searching for him . Finally, I felt his cock hit my cheek and a wave of relief washed over me. I was terrified to do anything that may provoke him. He was fully erect and I worked hard to get him down my throat, using great caution not to touch him with my teeth. He pushed the back of my head, ramming himself into me. I gagged and instinctively pulled back which just served to enrage him. He roughly grabbed my hair and jammed himself down my throat again. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I want you to swallow the whole thing bitch! You can’t take it? A whore like you can’t swallow a whole cock?" He pulled back in disgust and lied down on the carpet. I felt fear. Fear that I angered him and terrified of the consequences. I also felt a deep sense of disappointment in myself because I failed to please him. Just as this anxiety began to take on a life of its own, he clenched my arm tightly, positioning me on top on him. He then guided his huge cock inside me, which instinctively sent enormous waves of pleasure throughout my body. “Now fuck me. Fuck me like the little slut you are!” I began moving up and down along the shaft of his cock. I felt the sexual tension and pleasure beginning to build. My hands went down and touched his chest. As soon as I felt his skin, I realized my mistake and jerked my hand back but it was to late. I felt another sharp sting to my cheek, this one literally taking my breath away. “You are not to touch me! Do you understand? Now fuck me harder!" I nodded and grasped my hands together to prevent it from accidentally happening again. I resumed sliding up and down his very erect cock with long, purposeful strokes, rising and falling from the very tip to the base of his shaft. I continued on rhythmically, almost hypnotically, my mind still grappling to process what was happening. His voice interrupted my state of trance. “Do you fuck your boyfriends like this? What about the guys at the office? Do you fuck them?” I shook my head no. “What about your husband? Is this how you would fuck him? I shook my head violently. That thought was especially repulsive to me and made me recoil inside. “Do you think you own me?” “No. I know I don’t own you”. I answered. “Good. Because you don’t and you better never forget that! Now I want you to cum. I’ve decided I am going to give you 30 seconds. If you don’t cum, you are going to feel pain like you never felt before! 30, 29, 28, 27 and don’t you dare think you can fake it!” I closed my eyes and desperately tried to focus. Panic coursed through my veins like fire. “18, 17, 16…you better cum…” his voice trailed off into the distance. “Please give me time! I pleaded. I’m trying! I’m trying as hard as I can!” Fear welled up inside of me as the visions of potential punishments ran through my head. “3, 2…” Just as my emotions were about to overcome me, he sensed my desperation. Either that or he wanted to prolong my torture. I’m still not exactly sure which one. “It’s your lucky night. I’m feeling generous and have pity for you, whore. I will give you 30 more seconds to cum. However, be warned that I have a paddle in the other room and I will not hesitate to use it if you don’t do what you are told. Now are you going to be a good little slut and cum all over my hard cock? “Yes! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you for giving me another chance. I will cum now. I promise. I will!!” But deep inside, I wasn’t so sure. Thoughts of this paddle he spoke of flashed in my head. What did it look like? How would it feel? Stop! I silently screamed to myself. You have to focus. You can cum. Your body is programmed to cum for him. It has always cum for him as reliably as the sun rises and sets each day. Now focus! A loud slap to my cheek and then twice on my ass ripped me from my thoughts “Did I not say that you are not to touch me?” I had become so distracted that my hand had fallen to his chest. I apologized profusely for my mistake but he just ignored me and continued to count down. The panic I felt was relentless and I desperately searched for the means to make myself cum. I tried to tune out the way he was slowly counting down, stopping only to remind me of the pain that would follow if I failed. I was shaken to my very core and visibly upset as he got to 5. "I am starting to lose my patience. I’m going to give you ONE last chance. But that will be it! Do you understand what I’m telling you? You get one more fucking chance to cum! If you don't, I am going take my paddle and spank you like you never have been spanked before. It is going to hurt and you will cry and scream in pain! Now do it bitch! Cum!" "I can do it! I promise! Thank you for giving me another chance! I will not disappoint you!" "You better not or I will beat your ass until it Is black and blue and you can't sit for a week!" I knew I had to find a way to get hold of myself and this necessity gave me the determination to regain control of my body and mind. Renewed in my resolve to achieve his goal, I f***ed myself to relax. I concentrated on the wonderful sensations that I previously allowed my fear to mask and began pumping myself up and down his huge erect cock, feeling light as air. He began to count. I took his words in then released them out into the universe. I focused solely on how satisfied he would be when I achieved an orgasm along with the physical pleasure which had now completely engulfed my pussy. Oh yes! I knew now I had figured it out! It was magical as I moved my hips up and down with a slight swirling motion. I felt it rising as he hit 17. Oh yes, here it was! I knew this sensation. Somewhere around 20 or 21, my pussy muscles began to repetitively contract and tighten, fiercely gripping his cock. What followed were intense spasms that pulsated with a f***e more violent than I had ever experienced. Pleasure radiated like sunlight from my pussy, infusing every last nerve ending in my body. Lights exploded then faded slowly back into the darkness of my blindfold as my muscles finally relaxed. I could feel the energy seep out of every pore in my body. A feeling of peace and satisfaction came over me. I did it! I had pleased him! He praised me and I soaked in the feeling that I had satisfied him. He indulged my need to relax for a few seconds then abruptly pushed me off of him. He took my arm, pulling me up and guided me to the bed. He ordered me to lie face down to which I complied immediately. He roughly spread my legs as the fear began to rise up in me once again. I felt my emotions reigned inf***efully to exactly where he decided they should be reminding me what I always had known. That he was in control. He was in complete and total control. "I have decided that I will not to fuck your ass tonight." He said nonchalantly. He grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of my head and like earlier, pushed my head deep into the pillow, his hand then straightening out but still pushing me with just as much f***e. Again, I frantically turned it sideways to catch my breath as he shoved his hard cock deep inside my still wet, freshly pleasured pussy. Pleasure once again, exploded throughout my body. I felt the entire weight of his body squarely on top of me, in a symbolic act displaying his complete domination over me, as he once again took hold of my hair. He pumped into to me ferociously and it was then I knew he was possessed by the same demons as I. Then with one final pounding, thrust, he released those demons deep inside me. I felt the weight of his body soften as he lay motionless on top of me. Just when I began to bask in the warmth and texture of his body blanketing mine, he sat up with a quickness that startled me. I turned slowly turned over onto my back, desperate for a clue to what his next actions may be. I didn’t remove my blindfold or even dare to ask permission for fear it would anger him. He picked up my hand and gave me a glass of water. I thanked him. He said nothing, just took the glass back and put it on the nightstand. I heard the rustling of clothes followed by footsteps and the door opening and shutting. He was gone.

NO TOUCHING ALLOWED PART 2

NO TOUCHING ALLOWED PART 2 by Maria After a few minutes I told him to go ahead and shower first. So he went on in the bathroom and started showering. I could hear the water running and him moving around in the stall. I quietly snuck in and peeked in behind the curtain and asked him if it was big enough for two and went ahead and stepped in with him. There was enough room. As we washed I could see his dick start rising as he was watching me wash myself. He said that I had a fantastic ass and how much It turned him on. In fact he said every inch of me turned him on. While he was talking his dick had risen to totally erect. I held on to his dick and played with it a little and washed it for him while jacking it back and forth a little. When I rinsed it off it was hard as a rock. I held onto his arms for support and slid down to the bottom of the tub on my knees and grabbed his cock in my mouth. He started to remind me of the bargain we made, but I stopped him by sucking harder on his throbbing cock. I was sucking and licking and rubbing his balls all at the same time and he had leaned back against the wall of the stall. I kept it up till his cock started jumping and throbbing in my mouth and he shot another big load in my mouth and down my throat. I loved it. It was my second big load of cum within a couple of hours. I had just made him cum again and I was ready for more. We finished washing the right way this time and went out, laid down and drifted off to sl**p. Such a deep sl**p. In the morning when we came back from breakfast, we decided to try our fantasy again, where we watch each other masturbating. Only this time he sat in a chair fully clothed to watch me strip. So I put on a show, revealing small bits and pieces at a time. I started with my shirt of course and slowly removed it to reveal my titties. I had not been wearing a bra. It was slightly chilly in the room plus the excitement made my nipples stick out pretty good. He just sat there watching every move I made. I was wearing a skirt, so I started raising it slowly revealing a little more of my legs. I looked up and saw him rubbing his cock through his tight jeans. I pulled up the hem more and more and he opened his pants and started stroking through his undershorts. I reached behind me and unzipped and let my skirt drop as he was sliding off his pants. I looked up and saw that his eyes were staring directly at my pussy. He had not been watching when I dressed earlier, so he was unaware that I had gone pantiless. He pulled off his shirt and grabbed his cock and started rubbing it hard as he saw me standing there rubbing my clit. I decided to lay on the bed this time and layed back on a pillow and started rubbing and with the other hand I put two fingers inside me and started playing just as hard as he was. My pussy was already super wet from seeing his cock so hard for me. He was watching me play and I was watching him play. We were getting into watching each other and I asked him to stand right next to the bed so that he was standing within range of my body. I wanted that cum that I knew was building up in his cock. I could tell by now when he was getting closer and I was starting to juice all over my thighs again. Only this time I had my legs spread very wide with my feet up in the air. My juices were flowing so much they were running down my ass and into my crack. Seeing this set him off so much that he moved in real close and sprayed me with cum all over my pussy and boobs and a little bit of the last landing on my chin. Seeing him start to spray started me coming right away and juices squirted out of my pussy and got all over his cock and stomach. Oh, it felt so good and I came so hard. He sat down next to me and I sat up and we held each other close. We then kissed for the first time. Weird huh? I had already had his cock in my mouth and we had masturbated together and still we had not kissed till now. It felt good to finally kiss him and hold him. He started to say something and I put my hand up to his mouth to stop him. And just held him close. We only had tonight till tomorrow late morning when we would have to head to the train around 10am. After laying there for a while just talking we both dressed and went out for lunch. We wore the same clothing as before. This time he knew when we were out that I had no panties on and he had not worn underwear either. So when we sat in the diner he could almost see up my skirt. I sat in such a way as to tease him by giving him a glimpse every so often while we waited for the food we had ordered. I could see the bulge growing in his jeans. He leaned over and whispered to me about how much I was turning him on. I was eating it up. I had a feeling this would get us going again for more play, and it was working just fine. My pussy was so wet. And the scent of my pussy was so strong, it's a wonder the whole restaurant was not smelling it. I squeezed my legs together and could feel the heat and wet. I wanted his cock so bad right now and I could tell he was ready for more. We sat there when the girl brought our sandwiches and tried our best to keep from laughing. She left our food and walked away and we smiled our private little smile at each other. While we ate our food, I kept giving him a lot of bare leg as high up as possible without causing a scene. We were both so ready by the time we left, we almost grabbed each other as soon as we stepped outside. We walked across and entered our room. When we got inside, I pulled my skirt all the way up around my waste so he could look at me, and I asked him about the deal we made. I told him that we were about to have our last time together and we would most likely never see each other again. That was another part of the deal when we made it. One time only and never again. More than once would be an affair and we did not want any part of that........we only wanted to fulfill a fantasy and have some fun. After we talked those few minutes he dropped to his knees and started licking me all over my pussy, and sucking my clit. I was already soaked in juice before he started. I let him do that for a while and then I pulled him up and started kissing him and getting my pussy juice off his mouth.......tasted good too. Then I went to my knees and opened his belt and lowered his zipper real slow and then lowered his pants just enough to get his hard pecker in my mouth and sucked away like a lollypop. I could already taste precum drooling out of the head. That tasted good too. I pulled away and stood up long enough for us to undress each other. I was headed back to my knees but he stopped me, and dragged me to the bed where we lay side by side, with his cock in my hand and his fingers playing with my pussy. I pulled him toward me and started kissing him again while we played with each other. His cock was jumping from my fingers rubbing it's head and I was almost shuddering myself. His middle finger was way up inside me and his thumb on my clit and it was driving me close to cumming. He started sucking on my nipples and right then I arched my back, grabbed his cock real tight and let go cumming all over his hand. Even squirted a little. I pulled his face up to mine then and kissed him very hard and told him to PLEASE put that pecker of his inside me. I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted his cock. I got up on my hands and knees and asked him to give it to me doggie style. Within seconds he was up behind me sliding it in. After all that wait it felt amazing to finally feel his meat inside me going in and out. I had to slow him down cause he felt like he was going to cum already. Too soon for that. I layed on my stomach and he layed on top of me and kept up the rhythm. It felt so big and nice inside me. I stopped him and turned over and he re-entered me and started sucking my titties. We were both so into it because of the wait. I tightened my pussies grip on him and that made him go crazy and start pumping faster and faster. He felt like he was getting to the brink so I stopped him again. And this time I asked him to lay on his back and I got on top. I slid all the way down on his cock so that it was in as deep as it would go and started riding him up and down. I tightened my pussy as much as I could and slammed myself down on him over and over and I started cumming and cumming and then I started squirting and squirting as I came and my juices were going all over him and he was holding my waste and he pulled me down as hard as he could and started cumming inside me and I was cumming again all over and my pussy was grabbing it like a glove and then I could feel the last of his spurts and my contractions of my pussy subsided and I just sat there on his cock and held all of that inside me. Did not want to let it go, EVER. Finally after a little while of looking and smiling at each other I slid off and lie beside him. We were both exhausted, so we lay there holding hands side by side and drifted off to sl**p. We both overslept, but it was a very deep sl**p. In the morning we had no time except to get ready quickly and grab something at the diner and get a taxi to the train. We said our goodbyes and talked about how our fantasy was now fulfilled and kissed and went our separate ways and promised to meet up on our website. And that my friends was my fantasy weekend for two.

Frankie bumps into Coffee Shop Man

Frankie was on her usual Friday night out with the girls, having fun and chatting to everyone and anyone around her. The pub they were in was exceptionally busy and she kept getting pushed from side to side, she was starting to get pissed off with all the shoving, when she felt someone push her from behind she turned round quickly as she said ‘excuse me!’ just as she turned back towards her friends she heard a breath in her ear ‘you didn’t say that when I was licking that beautiful pussy the other day, did you?’ Frankie held her breath as she turned back to face Bob, she kissed him politely on his cheek asking him what he was doing there? ‘Just on a night out with the lads, but I am fed up of people pushing me about, I was going to have this pint and go home, somehow I think I have changed my mind on that one now though’ as he pushed his groin into hers, Frankie could feel he was already hard, she pushed back at him, her pussy now responding to the thought of his perfect cock. ‘How rude of me’ Bob whispered into her ear ‘can I get you a drink’, ‘No it’s ok Frankie replied I have one’ just as a pint appeared from behind her into Bob’s hand. They tried to talk but it was just too loud, so Frankie just stood looking into his eyes, his beautiful green eyes smiling back at her. Her pussy was grinding against his cock now through his jeans, she only had on a short dress and it was also quite thin, being summer, so she could feel the denim of his jeans through the material. Frankie put one arm around her waist to pull him further into her, while the other held her drink she didn’t have to pull too much though because other people kept pushing them closer together as they pushed and shoved their way to the bar. ‘Frankie I have to fuck you’. Reading his lips she replied ‘where?’ ‘Here and now would be fantastic’. Frankie was only wearing a thong and she knew her pussy was soaking wet already as his groin pushed into her, still holding her glass totally oblivious now to what was going on around her, she reached between them, she was getting expert at undoing his belt now she thought as she undid the button and started to slide his zip downwards her hand sneaking in she pulled his cock out through his zip and refastened his button. Frankie was nearly going crazy with his cock stood up between them on her dress she could feel his precum already as she got hold of his cock, lifting her dress at the same time she reached up slightly pushing him towards her pussy. At the same moment someone pushed into Bob from behind and Frankie screamed out as his cock went straight into her, everyone around totally oblivious to what was happening between them as his hand on her arse pulled are tight onto him. Bob started to move gently with the motion of the crowd as Frankie thought she was going to cum in an instance, she buried her head into his shoulder as he moved slowly backwards and forwards, the position she was stood in his head was hitting her g-spot full on. Frankie bit down on Bob’s shirt trying to stifle the screams as his cock continued to move in and out of her, she couldn’t believe she was doing this in a pub full of people but she knew she was going to cum at any minute, she looked around the room no one was taking the slightest bit of notice as she felt the room stand still around her she pushed hard into Bob, the lights around her getting brighter the music now just a hum in the distance ‘oh fuck Bob I am going to cum’ she screamed in his ear, his thrusts getting harder now, she could feel her juice dripping down her legs as her head went back she heard a voice behind her ‘you look like your having an orgasm’ Kelly said to her. Frankie couldn’t find the words to speak as her climax hit her full on, just at the point Kelly looked over her shoulder ‘you are having an orgasm, you dirty cow’ she said grinning and turned back to the others. Frankie legs shook as she suddenly thought, thank god Bob hadn’t cum, she didn’t know how they would cover that up. Bob reached down, as he pulled himself out of her, he pulled her dress down, taking her drink from her he thrust it in Kelly’s hand, grabbed hold of Frankie’s hand and practically dragged her out of the pub. When they got outside, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply ‘come on I need you to sort this hard on out now’ as he pulled her none too gently along, they quickly found any alleyway so she pushed him up against the wall, opening his jeans, pulling at his now soaking wet and very hard cock she pulled him straight into her mouth. For a minute Frankie just held him inside her as she luxuriated at his taste and the taste of her on him, her tongue started to snake around the tip as her hands massaged his balls, her tongue moving expertly up and down his shaft, her spit, her pussy juice and his precum easing the way. She licked and licked along the shaft, snaking her tongue up every now again to circle the tip, his precum was flooding out of him, her hands gliding through it. ‘Where did you learn to suck cock like that’ he asked above her. ‘Just practice I suppose’ she replied looking up at him, his cock still in her mouth. Frankie could feel him start to tense above her as her tongue continued its assault on his cock, he pushed himself further into the wall and his hands on her head started to fuck her mouth, in and out her tongue still battering his tip. ‘Fuck, Frankie, you are making me cum as his seed started to travel up his cock, his hands still pumping her head backwards and forwards onto his cock, Frankie knew what was coming next and prepared herself for the onslaught of his cum, he pulled her head back roughly ‘fucking hell I am cumming’ he screamed at the top of his voice, as his cum spilled over her tongue, she lapped at it greedily as they heard a voice above saying ‘well fucking do it a bit more quietly then, people up here are trying to sl**p’. Frankie fell about laughing, still holding his cumming cock, he was spraying all over her dress, but she couldn’t have cared less as he laughed with her, his legs turning to jelly, he slid down the wall pulled her into his arms and kissed her, tasting his cum inside her mouth and pushing into her, at that moment in time it really didn’t matter that they both had cum stained clothes. After a couple of minutes he lifted her from the floor, as they stood apart they both looked down at their clothes in dismay, how could either of them go home like that. Frankie started to panic what would she say to Ian, he would smell it if nothing else and of course Bob had a wife to go home to too. ‘Can you make an excuse?’ she asked him ‘like what’ he replied. ‘Well I can ring Ian and tell him Kelly is being sick so I am taking her home, it’s not unusual that one she often is, but what can you say. Bob picked up his phone found a contact and dialled, the person on the other end must have been sl**py because he had to repeat what he was saying ‘sorry hun Dean has had his drink spiked, medics have been but say he shouldn’t be left on his own, so I am taking him home and will stay with him tonight, yes, yes, sorry babe I know, ok, yes, I love you too, see you in the morning’ as he hung up. Frankie turn, now, she picked up her phone, keyed in Ian’s name and the phone rang out as he answered she said ‘sorry hun, Kelly’s being sick as usual, I will get home as soon as possible but might have to stay with her’ Frankie felt guilty for the first time when he said ‘no worries, you look after her, is there anything you need’, no, no it’s ok I will sort it, sl**p well hun, see you in the morning’ as she hung up. Frankie looked at Bob and his look mirrored her own, guilt written over both their faces, reality bites hard she thought. Without really having a clue where they were going they walked to the top of the alleyway and flagged a taxi down. ‘Holiday Inn please mate’ Bob asked as he got in. They sat in silence until they arrived both obviously lost in their own thoughts. As they got out, holding hands they walked to reception, ‘have you a room please’ Bob asked ‘we have been on a night out and our lift home can’t make it now’ Bob told the receptionist, not really knowing why he felt he had to justify himself. Frankie didn’t utter a word, until he had the room key in his hand. ‘What about our clothes?’ she exclaimed. ‘Let’s get to the room and I will ring reception and see if they can launder them before the morning. As they walked into the room, Frankie was already lifting her dress over her head as she headed for the bathroom putting the shower on. Bob had rung reception and they were sending someone up for their clothes and they would be ready in the morning he informed her, as she climbed in the shower. Bob picked up Frankie’s dress and went to the door as he heard a knock, as he opened it the woman at the other side passed him two towelling robes, he closed the door took off his clothes and opening the door again passed the cum stained clothes to the woman, thanked her and closed the door. Frankie was already in the shower, as Bob took off the robe again and stepped in behind her ‘let’s not talk eh? It will only complicate things. Frankie turned to face him, tears in her eyes, she felt so bad now as stark reality came home to her what she was doing to Ian, he had been so bl**dy lovely to her on the phone as he always was and she was in a shower in a hotel room waiting for her clothes to be laundered because they were covered in another mans cum. Bob put his arms around and held her, feeling the water splash all over them both, they both knew it was the last time they would meet. Eventually, with Frankie still crying, they got out of the shower, wrapped in the robes and laid on the bed. Frankie laid with her back to Bob crying into the pillow, his hand moved to remove her robe, his fingers found her nipples as he said ‘one last time’. Frankie rolled over and facing him, kissed him on the lips, her legs parting, holding his cock she guided him into her as they lay side by side, just rocking, no urgency now just soft and gentle lovemaking, which Frankie cried all the way through till her climax came. Rolling onto the other side, she fell asl**p listening to Bob’s breathing slowing down. Frankie woke to a text message from Ian ‘hope you haven’t had too rougher night hun, doing you breakfast what time will you be home?’ Frankie texted back immediately, give me ½ hour and put the eggs on. As she got out of bed, there was a knock on the door, so she opened it to see the girl outside clutching their clothes to her chest. Frankie grabbed at them, thanked her and shut the door. Quickly dressing, Bob was just waking up as she leaned in to kiss him, saying ‘this will never happen again, you know that don’t you?’ through his sl**piness he replied ‘yes I do Frankie, but thanks it’s been amazing’. Gathering her bag she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, thanked him and said she would settle the room bill, he protested behind her but he knew she would anyway. Frankie left the room, got in the lift, went to reception and settled the bill for the room and the laundry, stepping out she flagged a cab down and was home and in Ian’s arms again 15 minutes later, her full English breakfast on the table, as he fussed about asking her how Kelly was and making sure everything was just right for her. She ate with her a lump in her throat, thinking how lucky she was and how close she could have come to losing it all..........

THE LANGSTONS

e felt her move beneath him. Opening his eyes he looked down and saw his cock pumping, the pink lips of a cunt, as it welcomed his manhood with each thrust. The view was slowly obscured by breasts slowly rising upwards. The hard red nipples brushed against his chest making the girl moan. He looked at his s****r's face as she neared her orgasm. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open showing her pink tongue, her lips formed an oval as she sucked in air. Her dark brown hair was fanned on a pillow behind her, sweat rolled from her brow down her face into her hair and down her neck. He bent forward to taste the salt, to taste another part of her. He loved the feel of her velvet skin against his tongue. His ragged breath touched her neck and roared into her ears. He closed his eyes once more as he focused again on his cock on his bl**d, on the pulse running through his whole body. The roar of desire ripped through his ears again, the ripple of an orgasm burnt through his arms down his chest and to the tip of his red cock. It was so near, yet he willed it away, he wanted to live in his moment longer. His lungs burnt and his knees and forearms ached from holding his weight. Just a little longer he willed, he felt his ass clenching an unclenching as her hands and nails ripped across his ass cheeks. The sting of pain increased his pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders, she dragged them down his arms leaving long white marks. He felt her cunt grab hold of his cock in a vice like grip. She stopped breathing; her back arched upwards one final time, a low guttural noise emanated from her throat, her nails draw bl**d from his arms. Her legs curled up and gripped his lower back willing their flesh to become one. He increased his fucking, his ass clenched in their efforts. She fells back onto the bed with a dazed half smile on her face. Byron her b*****r continued to pound her flesh. She listened for a moment to the sound their bodies made, the smacking of flesh upon flesh. Her breasts rolled back and forth from his efforts, she touched her nipples and trailed her hand down her body to her clit rubbing the engorged tip. Her legs loosened for a moment and then gripped his body again, her legs moved up and down in time with his hips. His eyes were closed and breathing was coming in short sharp in takes, sweat was dripping from his face onto her breasts, into her open mouth. She placed her hands around his face, his flesh felt slick. Moving forward she kissed his lips, his cheeks and draw her tongue across his face finishing at his ear. Felling back onto the pillows she watched the movement of his hips, his cock. Seeing her b*****r's cock, the veins standing out on his cock pounding into her flesh, into her cunt was getting her started all over again. She could tell he was close. She brought one finger to her mouth. She moaned. Bryon's eyes opened, their eyes met, she raised one eye brow in a playful sexy manner. He watched as she slowly sucked her finger, then two fingers into her mouth. His rhythm slowed. He felt bl**d rushing to his cock, he felt like his cock had just gotten bigger, felt his balls tighten. His s****r placed her hand against his collarbone then drew her nails down his chest. He watched his flesh change colour from the pressure. The nails draw to his nipple then stopped. He groaned and rolled his eyes to the heavens, she laughed. The nails moved over his erect nipple. If was like electricity. She pinched and twisted his nipple hard in one swift movement. Then was no stopping it now. His cock erupted, hips slammed into her. Byron moaned deeply, he felt like his balls had been totally empted. They stayed intertwined for a moment before Byron rolled off Aimee. His heart pounded in his chest, he looked over at her. Her breasts heaved, her normally pink nipples were a deep red he could see where he had earlier sucked on them leaving behind a smug of saliva, her dark pubic hair was wet and stuck to her flesh, light shimmered on her body as she bent one leg, she smiled at him and lightly draw one finger up and down his arm. Both returned their glaze to the bedroom ceiling. It was these few grabbed moments they had these days. Soon Aimee's boyfriend Andrew would be home and Byron would be laying out on the sofa later that evening listening to him fucking his s****r. A well of jealousy pooled at the pit of his stomach. How could Aimee just move from lover to lover with so little thought? It was as if Byron's feelings counted for zero. It was a dark area of both of their psyches they could barely look at, the ability to harm others. Both jumped when Aimee's mobile rang. She picked it up and whispered it was Andrew. She walked out of the bedroom into the hall naked; he could hear her talking to Andrew, a few long silences punctured by laughter and small talk. Seeing her walking around the movement of her hips the flow of her hair the jiggle of her breasts swelled his cock again. Byron looked around the bed and knew he had to help Aimee change the sheets. He would take these sheets home and wash them but not before he had had a chance to jack off as he smelt them. He pulled the condom from his softening cock. Aimee stood framed in the doorway the mobile held loosely in her hand with a big grin on her face. Andrew had rung to tell her he would be working late. A big client needed help to get his brief completed and all the firms lawyers were been roped in. Andrew explained he may not be home until the early hours of the morning. Byron smiled at his news and relaxed for a moment. He was glad he had thrown a few condoms into this wallet the night before. He reached for his wallet on the nightstand and flicked the wallet open, a small picture of his ex wife stared back he scanned the picture for a moment and got the condom out from behind the picture. The old anger rose in his chest, the hurt the fear the pain of not fully understanding why it had all gone wrong. Aimee scouted over to the bed and climbed over the stained rumpled black sheets. She kissed Byron deeply on the lips and drawn his tongue into her mouth; they both tasted the scents of each other on their lips. Aimee pushed Byron back onto his back. She sat on his chest. She glazed out the window of her apartment for a moment watching a small yacht make its way out of the bay under the ANZAC Bridge. She brushed her hand through his blonde hair and trailed down the side of his face as his trying to remember its contours. She studied his face like she was studying an old painting before returning her eyes to his gaze. The air was still both could feel the heat, the smell of sex hung heavy in the air, weight of the other the sound of their hearts. This whole situation was all so wrong and it just added to the overall thrill. Aimee explained she would make dinner for both of them and then they could fuck for a few hours but Byron had to be lying on the sofa under covers alone by 2 am. Aimee returned her gaze to the window over looking Blackwattle Bay in a soft voice she explained there were a few positions she was keen to try with Byron if he was willing. Byron nodded his approved as he slowly rubbed Aimee's clit. Her hand snaked down over his. She guided him, made him pressure harder, made the circles bigger, made the circles faster. Her hips bucked on his chest, he saw her nipples harden again and the way Aimee used her hands to sometimes pinch and pull at them. The pinching made her body shudder. Aimee moaned and bit at her lips. Looking down she grabbed Byron's left hand and pressed it into her cunt. She lifted her hips and raised her left leg to give him better access. Aimee was clear on what she wanted. She grunted how fast he was to go, how many fingers, how hard to push, where to caress, Aimee made her happiness known. Moaning and yelling calling Byron "baby" and "slut" she scratched at his face and pulled at tuffs of his blonde locks, soon Byron found her G spot and felt Aimee's release a few moments later, the fluids ran down his hands and arms. Aimee kissed him: she pulled his hands up to her face and licked them slowly while watching Byron's reaction. Her green eyes burnt into his blue, her stare was straight and unflinching, and Byron could see only lust swimming in Aimee's eyes. It scared him and made Byron want her even more. His forefingers were thoroughly cleaned by her pink tongue and Aimee commented about how good she tasted and how lucky Byron was to enjoy her. Aimee climbed off his chest and told Byron to have a shower as he smelt and to jerk off. Byron replied he wasn't the one leaving cum on other people's chests as he rubbed the shaft and head of his red cock. As he bathed in the hot shower Byron examined the new set of cuts on his upper arms and on the side of his face He wondered how he would explain them to his new "girlfriend" a term Byron was loath to use as he felt this girl was little more than a fuck buddy; he wondered how he would explain to Aimee he had this new intrusion in his life and she wasn't just a one night fling as he had made out and he didn't know how he could take back the lie. Maybe he won't have to in the end Byron did what he does best he continued to procrastinate and won't say a word. An old memory flashed into his mind from two years before. Byron still remembered how Aimee had stared at him blankly when he told her he was getting married and how in love he was how happy he was, there was this moment of total silence between them. Byron had thought he had said the wrong thing like he was going down the street to get the groceries not a life changing statement based on Aimee's reaction. Her eyes squinted she looked away from him then slowly she smiled but the warmth of the smile never reached her eyes. He felt how slack her hug had been how empty her voice had sounded when she congratulated him. Byron's wife Fiona had found Aimee to be very stand offish and rude. The two women never saw eye to eye in the few short months of Byron's marriage. Jealously was one f****y trait that ran strong in the Langston f****y. Byron thought for a moment of all the girls he had fucked over the years. Nearly all were Aimee's best friends. When Byron fucked them he would imagine in his minds eye it was Aimee. If he knew they were close friends Byron knew they had kissed and hugged Aimee. He wanted that scent of Aimee from them, he wanted that closeness. Byron never considered the effect this had on Aimee or her circle of friends but it soon became a running joke in their small country town of Bowral if you made friends with one Langston you were bound to be fucked by the other. One memory that was burnt into Byron's mind was at 21st birthday party about six years before for an old school mate Byron knew. While at the party Aimee had gotten d***k which within its self was not usual behavior, she had been flirting with a number of guys pulling at t-shirts trying to pinch guys and girls nipples as they walked pass her, loudly commenting on people's outfits generally making jokes at other people's expense. Most revelers within the party were amused by Aimee's antics and she had a small following of laughing teens and young adults. Talk within the group turned to sex, Aimee was loud about her conquests, which at the time numbered four boyfriends and her techniques for sex. The talk turned to kissing with a few young men agreeing one girl known to many was one of the best kissers back in Bowral High School. As Aimee drank her beer which ended up mostly on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt a young boy crashed into her circle and claimed to have kissed a girl who was mentioned and who was known to Aimee or so the boy claimed. He was very proud to announce this girl as his own they had been dating a total of two months. He brought his new girlfriend over and before he could ever introduce her to the group, Aimee had dragged the girl into her embrace and was kissing her. The two had stood in the middle of the party kissing. Heads had turned to look and voices dropped away the party grow quiet. Byron could see Aimee was French kissing the girl, Aimee's jaw line moved up and down as she draws the girl into the kiss. Aimee's hands were moving over the girl's shoulders and down her back to cup the girl's ass. Suddenly Aimee's boyfriend Mark burst out of the throng and dragged Aimee off the girl. Aimee had laughed as did everyone else. The kissed girl stood as if dazed with a smile on her face. As Mark dragged Aimee away, Byron noticed Aimee hadn't stopped looking at the girl. She had the look in her eye of having discovered something new, exciting and wanting more. The rest of the evening Aimee and Mark traded angry words over the kiss and many other areas of their relationship that were in tatters. The argument soon caused the party to move indoors and to turn the music up to drown out the quarreling pair. Byron stalked the kissed girl and lured her away from the group and her boyfriend. The kissed girl was called Sally and for years had carried a torch for Byron. She had often watched his party of friends move around the grounds of Bowral High School. She had heard the stories of his conquests and had seen first hand how women were drawn to him. Sally was too young to pique Byron's interest; she was too shy and young while in High School but life at university had stripped allot of her reserve and having had a tablet of ecstasy that evening had helped steady her nerves and given a dull sense of courage. Sally was thrilled to be in Byron's presence, Byron bedazzled her with sweet talk, touched her lightly on the arms and face. He looked deeply into her eyes and made her feel like she was the only person on the planet. Soon Sally allowed Byron to kiss her, caress her breasts. He pulled her hand down to his groin and whispered how hot she made him feel. Sally looked into his blue eyes and an understanding of what was to come passed between the two of them. Sally held Byron's hand as he led her away from the party. They found Byron's old orange Mazda parked down the street. Byron's cock was ready to burst out of his jeans. Never before had he fucked someone French kissed by Aimee only minutes before. Opening the car's rear passenger door Byron gently placed Sally into the back seat. Kissing and pulling at each others clothes Sally soon became Aimee in Byron's eyes. Kissing her lips again and again he searched for Aimee's scent to complete the illusion. He pushed her dress up and pulled her underwear down. Sally whispered words of love, of joy, of lust but Byron heard none of that. He unzipped his jeans and draw out his cock. He rubbed his cock for a moment and enjoyed the feel of the nights warm air, in his mind's eye he relived Aimee kissing this girl, bl**d rushed to his cock, he rubbed the head of his cock and it brought a smile to his face, he squeezed his nuts and looked down on the girl with her legs spread, Sally looked at him waiting. Sally's pussy had dark pubic hair and was glistening in the light of the street lamps. Leaning forward he draw the lips of her clit apart and pushed a finger into her pussy. She was very wet and wiggled with delight at Byron's touch. That was the extent of foreplay for Sally, Byron sat on one knee half in and out of the car his cock in his hand and steadied Sally's legs against his shoulders he pushed his cock in and realized she was a very tight squeeze not stopping to think this could be Sally's first time. He fucked her in simple terms. The rhythm never changed, the small car swayed, its suspension crackled and moaned at the short sharp stabs. Byron grabbed Sally's ankles hard, pulled her closer to his hips. For Byron this was Aimee yet it still lacked that special element, for Sally her first time was short, to the point and hugely disappointing. As Byron came inside Sally he smashed his head on the roof of the Mazda yet it didn't dull the sense of disappoint that he wasn't fucking his s****r. Byron leant forward and lightly kissed Sally on the lips. She looked up at Byron with a puzzled look on her face. "Is that it?" She asked him. Byron was glad those days were now behind him, he got out of the shower to find his naked s****r cooking in the kitchen. He admired her body, her curves and her scars. They had been through allot together as k**s and he had always admired her athletic form. Aimee smiled at him and asked if he could turn the television on, she wanted to listen to the Simpson's episode while she cooked. To the outside world they appeared like any couple in their early twenties enjoying television. It appeared true that opposites attract. When as Aimee was short and of a slim build, Byron was tall and a little over weight. Both ported long hair but only Aimee carried hers with any style. Byron's hair most days appeared to be crying out for a hairdresser. Both had inherited high cheeks bones from their father and little thought for others from their mother. They watched the Simpson's naked, eat naked and as always their Mother Janey rang Aimee at 8 pm. Byron by this stage had his head planted between Aimee's thighs. Aimee's hands roamed through his blonde hair or gripped at the sofa as the waves of pleasure built. The sound of her moans filled the small apartment and helped to harden Byron's cock. Panting Aimee answered her mobile. Byron stopped and stared up at Aimee. She returned his quizzed gaze and whispered "if I don't answer she'll just keep ringing." What that Aimee pushed his head down and back to the job of eating her. Byron listened as Aimee tried to follow their Mother's conversation and questions. Using his tongue and fingers Byron did everything he could to get Aimee to let out a deep desire filled moan or sigh. Byron had no idea how hard it was for Aimee to hold herself together watching her b*****rs head move up and down between her thighs and feel his soft tongue on her clit as three fingers explore her cunt while her Mum asked about her day was so deeply exotic it made Aimee experience an intense orgasm. After only five minutes Aimee had her Mother off the phone, which had never been achieved before by anyone within the Langslon f****y before that evening. Aimee sat on her b*****r's groin as he lay on her apartment's carpet. With one hand she steadied herself against her b*****r's chest with the other hand she guided her b*****r's cock into her cunt. Like a gun had gone off Byron was bucking underneath her. His cock was thrusting in and out. The sensations were making stars appear before her eyes. Byron was hitting all the right spots. He slowed for a moment to reposition himself. Aimee then drove her hips down and slowly ground her hips into him. Byron sat up and kissed her breasts. He rolled the nipples around in his mouth, nipping at the ends. This made Aimee shudder and move her hips faster. Laying down again Byron started his bucking. Within moments both b*****r and s****r were intertwined on the floor listening to their racing hearts. By 1 am Byron was amazed to think he had fucked his s****r in her bed, in front of the television, in the kitchen and on the floor of the bathroom. At every location Aimee had asked for a new position. It had been fun but tiring. Byron doubted if he would be able to touch his cock in the morning, it felt red raw. It had had quite a workout. After doing Aimee doggy style in the bathroom Aimee had suggested both of them have a shower. They were both tired and the shower washed the smell of sex off both and smoothed some sore muscles. As Byron helped Aimee make her bed she asked in a small voice if Byron would show her how to suck a cock. Byron stopped and looked totally amazed; Aimee explained that she had rarely seen a cock even though she had had a few lovers. Andrew was the only one who had allowed her to look at and hold a cock, yet she didn't want to suck his cock. Aimee had little experience in how to suck one and she felt that Byron was the one who having all the fun. Walking around to the other side of the bed Byron hugged his s****r and kissed the top of her head. He said he would be delighted to help and was sorry if he was hogging all the good parts. They laughed and hugged each other once more. At around 2 am Byron heard the front door open, he felt Andrew standing at the foot of the sofa bed sizing Byron up. The two men didn't see eye to eye on many things and their distain for each often had them at loggerheads. After a few moments Byron hears Andrew enter the bedroom and close the door. Byron knew there won't be any fucking this evening and he soon slips into a dreamless sl**p. Once Byron arrived back in Canberra he sneak into his house and checked to see if Jacqui his current "girlfriend" as she liked to call herself was in the house. For a relationship of only three months, Byron already felt hemmed in my Jacqui's claims on his time and money. He crept through the house and was relived to see she had already left for work. He unpacked his car and hid the sex stained sheets under some old work mats in his double garage. Breakfast at Aimee's had Byron and Andrew taking digs at each other. Andrew asked if Byron had finalized his divorce papers and wondered out loud how long Byron would hold down his current job at a small IT firm before having another brain snap and telling his Boss to go fuck himself. Byron rebuked by asking when Andrew would grow some balls and get himself a real job at a law firm and not a temporary one. Aimee quickly bundled Byron downstairs and out to his car. She didn't touch him or kiss him good bye. She just watched him leave the car park with a grim look on her face. On the drive back Byron had thought about Aimee's request and it filled him with happiness, yet at the back of his mind a new idea formed. Byron wondered if he could convince Aimee to invite one more person into their love making. Byron naturally preferred the idea of another female. The chance to see his s****r eating out another girl had all his fantasies coming true. The first hurdle was getting the nerve up to ask her. A few days later Byron emailed Aimee and plans were made for Byron to come up in two weeks time for one whole weekend. Andrew was about to go on a retreat with the firm for team building exercises, Byron spend the rest of the week with a permanent smile on his face. Even his Boss commented on his positive mood. As Byron watched the Tour de France his hand went back to the dark head bobbing up and down. Slurping sounds could be heard just over the commentary team. Jacqui raised her eyes to Byron. Popping his cock out of her mouth she started to rub the shaft of his cock with her right hand, with her left she caressed his balls and felt them tighten some more against his body, that made her squeeze them some more. She traced with the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock to the red head. She noted Byron jumped or moaned when she gave special attention to some of the veins at the top of his cock. The heat between Jacqui's legs increased, she rubbed at her clit and moaned as she licked at Byron's cock. Byron growled his was close and to go faster. Slipping onto her heels Jacqui increased the tempo of her hand, her left hand started to creep around to Byron asshole. Byron slides his hips front and spreads his legs farther apart. Jacqui sucked at his balls as one finger started to push its way into his ass. Soon Byron's hips were moving and his moaning had increased. He pulled Jacqui's head back to his cock and painfully grabbed a handful of her hair. She sucked at the red head, flicking her tongue as her hand continued to squeeze the shaft. She pulled back as the first string of cum shot out onto his stomach. She kept rubbing his shaft until Byron stilled her hand. Byron smiled at the mess that had been made and quickly got a tissue to swipe his stomach down, he said nothing to Jacqui. Jacqui stood up and walked around the table and sucked down the remaining part of Byron's beer. She stood naked before him, her cunt juices slowly running down her inner thigh, the look on her face was fuck me yet Byron barely looked up at her. Jacqui weighed her opportunities for a moment and the idea she had in her head about Byron's trips to Sydney. She watched him clean himself and again admired his face and body in profile. Byron's body was a little fat these days but some muscles remained in their glory, especially his chest; it amazed Jacqui that a man who spent so much time in the sun still had such creamy white skin on his chest. His skin looked as if someone had gone over his flesh dropping tiny dots of chocolate on his skin. It was a quip that appealed to Jacqui. Jacqui pondered what to do, Byron wasn't talking the way he used to and he was ignoring her sexually, oral sex for him had been their main form of communication for the past three weeks. There was only one thing to do. She walked back around the table and softly said Byron's name. He looked up. Jacqui slapped Byron with all her strength across his face. She had turned a ring into the palm of her hand and caught the side of his lip with the ring. bl**d run down his shocked face. Byron stood and made to dash after Jacqui his arms out flailing; unfortunately he had forgotten his shorts were still around his ankles. Kicking them off and yelling at Jacqui to get her fat ass back in the room he chased her into his garage. Jacqui stood naked in the pale light among his car's engine parts with a stained black bed sheet held limply in her hand. She held it forward and commented it smelt like him. Byron stopped and looked at this woman for the first time in months and remembered why he had been drawn to her. She was tall, sleek, with large melon like breasts, long legs that led to a beautiful rounded ass. The surprise was to discover her pubic hair was a pale blonde unlike her dark head. Her blue eyes flashed both anger and desire at him. His cock started to harden, her anger had swelled his ego. In his head a voice questioned her authority in this relationship; she was only a fuck buddy, nothing more. How dare she dictate terms of this relationship to him she needed to be reminded of her place in the world of Byron. She dropped the sheet to the ground and stepped over it in one fluid movement; her breast jiggled and caused another wave of bl**d to flow to Byron cock. Jacqui slapped him again and demanded to know who it was, what slut he had been fucking. Her voice had risen to a shriek and her arms, her body shook in anger. Jacqui draw her arm back for a third hit. She asked who has been scratching her boyfriend's face, arms and ass. Byron saw what was coming and instead slapped Jacqui. For a moment Jacqui was shocked stunned. bl**d continued to tickle down Byron's face, while Jacqui stood as if frozen in time. Her blue eyes slowly turned to his, her brow arched up and her mouth formed a cruel grin. Then suddenly it was on. Both were throwing punches, slaps and kicks. No yelling, no other words were spoken. The double garage filled with the sound of violent breathing and the sounds of "smack!" "thud!" "smack!" rebounded around the garage. Both sides connected heavy blows. bl**d was on Jacqui's face from a cut on her cheek but most of the bl**d on her was Byron's. His lip wound had turned into a tap of bl**d, a bl**d trail lead from his lip down his chest to his stomach to pool around his cock and balls. It looked obscene. Jacqui pulled at his hair pulling his face back and made to kick at his groin at his half erect bl**d soaked cock. Byron caught her leg and pushed her backwards. He followed her, pushed her against his work bench. His cock was pressed against her back. He bent her forward with his arms till she was flat against the bench she scratched wildly at his arms. Byron sucked in some air. He was going to fuck her, fuck her hard, till she cried no more. It was then he felt the heel of Jacqui's foot against his balls. He released her with a push in the back and a small cry of pain. Jacqui stumbled forwards losing her balance and falls on the stained sheet her legs spread, her clit glistened in the pale light, and bl**d was running down her face and onto her heaving breasts. He stood for a moment over her with his bl**died cock, he looked half mad yet Jacqui hated to admit seeing Byron like that was making her hot in a very perverted way. Catching his breath Byron fell upon Jacqui slapping her face once. His cock was rock hard all this fighting was making him hard and made him want to dominate her completely. His bl**died cock sat on her clit; he can feel her juices running down his balls. He can smell her desire. It made him feel like he has the upper hand, Jacqui is enjoying the fight. Byron knows he will make her regret that. He could feel her pubic hairs on his shaft rubbing and scratching. He pushes forward and holds Jacqui's arms above her head. Her face was flushed, her cheek had bl**d on it and hot tears streamed down her face. Jacqui cries she wants to know why he's been screwing around, who the slut is and how it he a total bastard. She tried to wedge her legs under Byron to push him away. Instead she was trapped and his face was inches from her. They both breathe deeply and sense the desire in the other but won't yield. Their eyes met for a moment, she sees his rage and it scares her but makes her want to see how far she can push him. Byron leans forward and slowly kissed her, deeply, he runs his tongue through her mouth remembers the curves and her taste. bl**d runs down his face onto hers, he looks at her and smiles. She slowly returns the smile unsure what to make of this turn of events; he leans in again to kiss her. This time he bites into her lower lip drawing bl**d. She bucks again and again; the feeling of her hair against his cock, her breast against his chest her hard nipples dig in, the smell of sex from her overwhelms him it inflames his need to fuck her. She cries, curses and calls him names, tells him he isn't a man at all and is this the best he can do? Jacqui starts to laugh at Byron. He loosens his gripe on her arms and she makes no attempt to escape. She taunts him and his attempt to over power her. She laughs and relaxes her body. The game is over or so she thinks as she looks at his bl**dily puzzled face. Byron grits his teeth anger streams through his veins, it's driven by Jacqui's hate filled words, his lust for his s****r that torments him in his dreams and the loss of his marriage, he needs to vent his anger. To let it spill out in all of it's ugliness to look and wonder in the obscene grossness that is his life now. More than anything he wants to remember what normal is. In one swift move Byron turns Jacqui over onto her knees not caring where his cock finds its home Byron pushes forward. Jacqui grows quiet the sound of laughter catches in her throat. His cock is in her ass, all the way to the hilt. He stops and tells her in a clear voice he fucks his s****r while in Sydney. Jacqui turns her head to look at him; the answer is not what she expected. Byron grins back and thrusts violently into her ass. A wave of relaxation rolls down his spine, a weight has been lifted. Jacqui throws her head back and cries out; he grabs a handful of her dark hair and starts pummeling her ass. Her ass cheeks quiver and ripple under his efforts, his cock becomes a blur of movement. He has his full weigh on her and drills her ass to the ground, there is no break in his fucking, and it's hard driven and brutal. The sound of his hips smacking her ass fills his ears it makes his breathing grow heavy and his cock engorge further. It lasts for few minutes this unrelenting pace. It's been awhile since Byron has enjoyed the pleasure of an ass and he wants it to last and the memory to linger for both of them. As Jacqui lays flat on the ground Byron releases her hair and pulls her red puffy ass cheeks apart. He stops for a moment and then slowly moves his cock around trying a few different angles. She moans a little. He slowly pulls his cock out and then rams it back in, Byron does this again and again listening to see which angle brings her more discomfort and him more pleasure. He enjoys the sound his hips make against her ass and seeing the cheeks becoming a dark red for his fucking, he smacks the cheeks and hears her cry out. He loves how his balls smack against her clit. He enjoys how her ass works against his cock coming in and then refuses him the easily passage out. Her fighting increases his pleasure. Byron starts grunting. Byron roughly turns Jacqui's face to look at him. He tells her how frequently he fucks Aimee, how many times they've done it. How when Jacqui once rang him he wasn't out on his bike riding, he was in fact sitting on a chair in Aimee's apartment as Aimee fucked him slowly, with Aimee's back to him, he watched his cock slowly disappear into her pussy. How Aimee had tried not to laugh at Jacqui as she fucked Byron. Jacqui looks away from him and he notes her left hand disappears under her body, she is rubbing her clit. She's moaning her pleasure and pain, he knows she not enjoying this act fully and it makes Byron happy. His confession to her heightens his pleasure; his nuts tighten against his body and he fingers his right nipple slowly. It's like having an electric volt directly between his nipple and cock. His eyes roll upwards in ecstasy. What he is doing is wrong to Jacqui but his no longer cares. Cumming is Byron's only concern. She asks Byron to tell her more, to which he just laughs and pulls her hips closer draws his left knees up and increases his fucking tempo again, he feels her tense under him. His hand snakes around to her pussy and he tries to insert his fingers but Jacqui slaps them away. Byron licks his fingers and claims to Jacqui she doesn't taste like his s****r at all. Byron leans forward and tells Jacqui, Aimee is the best fuck he's ever had and how tight her cunt is in comparison to hers and how sweet Aimee tastes, how she will shave her pussy for him sometimes, how he loves going down on her, how he once fucked her in the bathroom while Andrew was in bedroom. He rams his cock into her ass faster and faster, he makes sure the whole cock goes in. For Jacqui it's so painful it is now it's become pleasure and she wonders how much more she can take. Byron pushes forward and puts his arms down either side and lifts his hips up. He fucks her like that for a few minutes. Her tight ass gripes at his cock. He can feel he's cumming. Lying on her back covering her body, Byron grabs hold of her shoulders his face next to hers. His hot breathe burns her neck and face. His ass thrusts forward hard and deep, his moans fill the room, his legs snake around hers and his knees try to grip the floor for an even deeper thrust. Then he cums again and again in her ass. As he draws his cock out of her fucked ass a thin trail of cum connects their bodies. After a few minutes Jacqui pulls herself up and tells Byron she's going and never coming back. Aimee Story As they lay in bed together reading their books Andrew sits up and starts sniffing the air. He turns his dark mop of hair to Aimee and says he can smell Byron, his brown eyes flash with anger once more. It's the night after Byron left and Andrew is still angry about the breakfast conversation. Andrew asks if Byron crashed on his side of the bed yesterday and fucking why does he always do that. Aimee shrugs her shoulders and says he slept in the bed a little in the late afternoon but she's unsure which side. Andrew throws his hands in the air and suddenly their fighting again. Andrew stalks out to the pantry and throws the pillow case into the washing hamper and gets another from the drawers. His shoulders shake with anger and no smoothing words will dampen his mood. He shouts and yells at her about her b*****r and paces back and forth at the foot of the bed. It's been like that for months now. Aimee sigh's inwardly and returns to reading her book zoning Andrew out, she feels guilty about the Byron situation but won't give Andrew up. Andrew's the safe bet and Aimee knows Andrew won't leave her, no matter what she does. He loves her and the idea of getting another girlfriend frankly scares the shit out of him, Andrew would more than likely fall into another deep depression that could last years. They're caught in a dead end relationship that has settled into a routine then a painful rut. Aimee wonders how this all happened and who's to blame. With a flick of his bed light Andrew settles down to sl**p while Aimee sits in bed looking at his dark head and ponders what she could do if she bothered to try. No easy plan comes forth and all roads led to Aimee sharing a secret even she has trouble fully understanding. In the morning in silence they make their lunches for work and Andrew kisses her lightly on the cheek, she watches him walk with his head down towards the bus stop. As Aimee makes her way over the old Pyrmont Bridge towards the city she refocuses on her next date with Byron. It the only bright spot she has these days. As she walks she stares from behind her sunglasses at some of the women walking past her. The blondes and redheads pass with without a second look; it's the brunette's and black hair that catch Aimee's attention. She checks out their walk, their breasts, and the sway of their hips. How they carry themselves through the crowd. One girl about twenty years old walks pass Aimee a mobile held to her ear, her long dark hair trails behind her, a tight red skirt shows off her hips. Black tights display her long curved legs; the girl looks over her shoulder straight at Aimee as if knowing Aimee is checking her out, Aimee blushes in embarrassment, the girl continues to scan the crowd, she is looking for someone in moving mass of morning workers. The girls' lips are full and her lipstick matches her red tight skirt, her are large and dark eyes finally set on a young man in a grey pin strip suit who welcomes her with a kiss on the lips. Aimee can feel herself getting wet her nipples harden against her thin pink cotton blouse. Aimee darts over to the side of the Bridge to catch her breath after a moment Aimee starts to walk to work again. The men she passes enjoy seeing a young flushed faced girl with her headlights on. Once she's safely in the office Aimee retreats to the storage and stationary locker. She closes and locks the door and quickly pulls her stockings down and red cotton underwear. Aimee starts masturbating and remembers an event for long ago. It was a week after her break up with Mark, Aimee lays alone on a sofa half d***k and stoned watching the Simpsons on television she can only feel sorry for herself the house is empty and there's no one to listen to her angry words. Everything in her life was shit, she was unemployed, her love life was in tatters and she hated her f****y especially her b*****r. Byron had been no help in regards to Mark and had disappeared off the radar or was he just out racing his car. Aimee can't remember. She lays on the sofa and feeling horny, hungry and angry. Mark wasn't returning her calls and her friends had returned to their lives of study or work. Aimee's problems just won't theirs. The door bell rings. Cursing Aimee stumbles to stand up she knocks over her Bong and curses it as her toes ache. The room is in a state, not one of Aimee's three roommates has dusted, washed or cleaned in months in the common living room, and pizza boxes lay s**ttered on the ground. The irony was Aimee's bedroom is currently the only neat room of the house and most of the pizza boxes in the common room were there because of Aimee. Upon opening the door Aimee had half expected to see the Pizza guy instead a young dark haired girl stood before her. Aimee looks this girl over, she looks familiar but Aimee's memory is hazy at the best of times. The girl clears her throat and introduces herself as Sally, the girl from Bowral High School from last week's party. Aimee continues to stare blankly at the girl who shuffles from one foot to the other. The girls' eyes dart around looking for someone who maybe listening, she leans in and whispers Aimee kissed her at the party last weekend, the girl keeps her eyes down as if very embarrassed by the whole thing. In a flash Aimee remembers and invites Sally in. The reason for the visit becomes clear, Sally is looking for Byron. Aimee rolls her eyes and again wonders why she is the one these fools come to. Bryon has again fucked a girl and then pissed off without a word. For some reason which Aimee never fully understands the girls always come to her for an explanation for his behavior. Aimee gets a bottle of vodka out and starts drinking straight from the bottle; Sally is encouraged to drink with Aimee. Within a very short period of time both girls have agreed that men are bastards and who needs them anyway. Aimee puts some music on and starts to dance around the room mainly because she was bored listening to Sally harp on about Byron. Sally joins her and they dance for a while. They sing the lyrics and groove around the room they have fun and laugh at their dance moves. Their bodies touch and Aimee feels like electricity is coursing through her veins every time Sally bumps against her. The memories of the party start to surface fully and Aimee begins to remember her attraction to this girl. It is unlike anything Aimee has experienced before; it felt i*****l, naughty and made Aimee want it all the more. Sally is wonderful company and easy to look at with her long dark hair big brown eyes and full pouty lips. Aimee realizes she is getting really turned on by Sally. Her underwear is starting to stick to her body. In her mind Aimee hears the voice yelling "D IT!" and not fearing any consequences to the future, herself or others, a natural state for Aimee she plunges in. Mid song Aimee catches Sally by the arm pulls her close and kisses her on the lips. They part and look at each other. Aimee draws Sally closer again but slowly to see if Sally will kiss her. Like magnets they pull together. Sally returns Aimee's pressure on her lips. Their hands move over each other touching their faces, through their hair, slipping down over a breast, across a hip onto the ass, lightly rubbing the groin. This exploration goes on for a few minutes. Aimee steps back and wordlessly pulls Sally's towards her bedroom. Once inside and with the door closed Aimee rips Sally's clothes off. Sally stands naked before Aimee and Aimee drinks it in. Natural light streams in through Aimee's small bedroom window. Sally's skin is a wonderful, soft and white. She has freckles on her arms and birth mark on her inner thigh like an old ink blot. Her breasts are a nice size and gently Aimee places her hands over them. She presses inward and feels the nipples harden, she traces her lips down Sally's neck down to a nipple, Aimee softly sucks on the nipples. She can taste Sally's sweat and feel Sally trembling. Aimee trails one hand down to Sally's groin; she cups the area then starts to rub in a slow circles, she watches Sally's face and it rewarded with a look of dazed ecstasy. Aimee stops and pushes a finger into Sally's pussy, it is weird to feel this hot wet void around her finger. Sally's trembles increase and Aimee withdraws her finger, she brings the finger to her mouth and sucks the finger clean. She brings Sally's hand to her lips and kisses the soft palm and then licks Sally's forefinger. She shyly looks up at Sally. Aimee asks if Sally's ok and Sally nods it's just she's never done anything like this before. Aimee relaxes and starts to feel like she is in control as she is the more experienced lover. Aimee kisses her on the lips and they tumble onto the bed together they laugh at their silliness. Sally pulls Aimee's top off and Aimee watches Sally's dark head move from nipple to nipple. Aimee tells Sally to suck her nipples hard. Sally nips and rolls the nipple around in her mouth and sucks the nipple till they stand out hard, holding the nipple in her mouth Sally releases it and it makes a loud popping sound. Aimee groans her happiness she instructs Sally to pull her jeans off, Sally does this in once swift movement and they disappear over her shoulder. Sally sits on the bed and looks Aimee in the eye bringing one leg to her shoulder and poking her red tongue out Sally runs her tongue from Aimee ankle up to her soft inner thigh their eyes don't part, it feels like a dare. Once at Aimee's underwear Sally nips at Aimee's clit, it makes Aimee jump but the pain heightens the pleasure, Aimee's reaction makes Sally bolder. Aimee breathes out and asks her to do it again. With her teeth Sally pulls Aimee underwear, she has again nipped at Aimee's clit in doing this. Sally drags the underwear down Aimee's legs. Sally sits between Aimee's legs, both are now naked, both are breathing heavily and sweat coats their bodies. They look each other over, looking at the curves, the breasts, the sweat and both see how wet the other is. The smell of sex desire lust moves around them. The only sound is of their heavy breathing. Sally creeps over Aimee and kisses her fully on the lips, she allows her body weigh to fall on Aimee, her dark hair falls like a veil over them. Aimee's hand runs over Sally body and Aimee marvels at how soft and wonderful Sally's body is not rough or hard like a guys. Aimee feels down Sally's back feels the curve of her ribs down to the small of her back and into her ass. Aimee squeezes the soft globes. She presses one finger into the crack and the entrance to Sally's ass. The finger passes over the ass hole and circles to the pussy lips Sally is very wet, juices are running down her thighs. Sally shudders at Aimee's touch. The touch and feel is electric for both women. Their breasts press into each other and both feel their nipples pressing into the other. The drag and push of their bodies have may their nipples very sensitive. Aimee whirls her finger around Sally's nipple and grabs at her breast tightly. As they kiss Aimee feels their clits rubbing against each other. It makes Aimee moan and move her hips to increase the friction, the feeling of electricity increases she stops kissing Sally and bites her on her shoulder and pushes Sally down her body. Sally starts to travel down Aimee's body, Sally's long hair tinkles Aimee as she moves, Sally stops and sucks Aimee's nipples and trails her tongue down Aimee's stomach to her dark brush. Sally stops and is a little tentative she slowly runs her tongue over Aimee's clit Aimee arches her back in delight and moans her approval, Aimee's legs are drawn back exposing herself farther to Sally's thick red tongue, Sally stops to take in the taste and the sensations she is experiencing. Sally pussy is soaked while exploring Aimee's body has turned her on like no man ever has and Aimee's reactions are making her bolder. Sally returns to exploring Aimee's clit slowly with her tongue, her red tongue goes in circles pushes into the folds of flesh and follows the lips of the pussy. Soon Aimee's juices cover Sally's lips nose and cheeks. Aimee feels a finger been pushed into her pussy. She moans yes, the finger starts to move in and out slowly at different angles. Aimee moans more and another finger goes in. Sally loves how Aimee talks, her voice is thick with desire and lust. Sally glances up Aimee's body to see Aimee turning her head left and right in ecstasy. Aimee's hand goes to Sally's head and she softly caresses her head but also holds it in place. Sally concentrates on Aimee's clit sucking on it hard and she feels it grow under her attention, Aimee's breathing is now going in short sharp stabs Sally stops sucking Aimee's clit and moves down to her fingers. She looks at Aimee's eyes and adds another finger to Aimee's pussy. Aimee starts pulling at her nipples and arching her back. Sally increases the tempo and thrusts her fingers farther into Aimee's pussy. Her hand is soon covered in juice and Sally flickers her tongue once more to Aimee's clit. Aimee is moaning loudly and wraps her legs around Sally's head to hold her in place. She's cumming. She squeezes her eyes shut and experiences a deep orgasm, her first. Her body trembles and jerks the sound of her heartbeat fills her ears then she is still. She lies on the bed and feels the bed move Sally has moved up along side of her. Aimee opens her eyes and kisses Sally; she tastes herself on her lips. Their both sweating and sucking in air Sally lays her head on Aimee's shoulder and they both fall into a deep sl**p. In Sydney many years later Aimee reaches her orgasm and stands weak kneed in the locker room she pulls her fingers out of her pussy. She digs around in her purse and wipes her hands and pussy with a tissue and then cleans up in the toilet. Looking at herself in the mirror she sees her flushed face and grows embarrassed once more. Aimee makes her way to her cubicle and sits down to read her emails and get some work down. In her minds eye she remembers what follows that afternoon with Sally. Awaking in the late afternoon Aimee discovers Sally is gone, Aimee lays in bed feeling wonderful and relaxed. Stretching out her naked body Aimee stares at the ceiling for a moment. Then it starts, Aimee wonders if she's gay. Her Mormon upbringing suddenly comes to the surface and she panic's. Aimee dashes to the bedroom and is physically sick. She collapses to the ground crying. Is she a freak for wanting a woman? How will her f****y judge her, how will her friends? As much as she has turned her back on God she wonders how he will judge her. Aimee showers and tries to rub the scent of Sally off her body, by the end her body is red in patches and the tears won't stop. Aimee goes cold turkey, no drink, no d**gs and no sex with random guys for the pub. She grows nervous every time the door bell rings and runs down the streets if she catches sight of a dark haired woman, her nerves are shot. After three days Aimee has a few fights with her roomies over silly trivial things she packs her gear and leaves Bathurst behind never to return. It's Sydney or bust. Within a few weeks she has a new job and a new boyfriend Andrew. She tries to keep the past in the past yet her eyes follow women and Aimee gets horny quickly and uses Andrew as a means to an end, Andrew thinks their sex life is wonderful and varied. Sex in public places happens frequently, in reality Aimee rarely opens her eyes when fucking Andrew she remembers women from the street and the feel of Sally's tongue on her clit. She hates herself and her self loathing makes her the office clown and the party girl. Her sharp tongue knows no limits and she drags everyone down to her level. Drinking dulls the pain but sometimes lets the guard down. The yearning never goes away in Aimee's mind and it drives her crazy. Her wild swing moods makes office life interesting for many of the men of the office bets are laid by as to how frequently Aimee's nipples will harden or when she will have her "headlights" on as the code name becomes known in the office. The internet betting folder was in the end just called "headlights". It was the sole gay guy Lucas who realized that Aimee always had hard nipples before and after seeing the Marketing Liaison or Operations Manager both were attractive dark haired woman a few years older than Aimee. Lucas swept the betting pool and made a neat profit for himself by the end of the year. It was while at an office party Lucas met Andrew and comments to him he is exactly what he expected Andrew would look like. Short dark haired with brown eyes, Lucas winks and says he's sure Aimee is a tiger in the sack but wonders if she looks Andrew in the eyes as she fucks him. It was a weird comment to make and made Andrew uncomfortable; it was too close to the truth. The wild mood swings don't work to Aimee's advantage in the friendship game. After a heavy drinking session to celebrate her best friend's birthday Aimee kissed Kristy on the lips as they stood together in the kitchen cutting birthday cake. Kristy had shoved her back and stared at Aimee hard. Aimee had laughed it off but Kristy had given her a wide berth for the rest for the evening, it had affected their friendship with Kristy making comments about the kiss to make Aimee look silly at every chance she got there after. A few months later Aimee made another move on another long time friend Susan again at a birthday party and after too many drinks. Susan didn't shove Aimee but punched her in the mouth Andrew stepped in quickly and dragged a screaming cursing Aimee away. She had sobbed and cried and Andrew made her promise to stop kissing her close female friends. Two years into her relationship with Andrew Aimee had decided she was going to fuck Byron. There was no clear and rational reason for this decision, yet deep down Aimee knows why. Her b*****r after many years of unhappiness had finally found a woman to love wholly and without reserve. With each passing day Aimee could feel her b*****r slipping away, it seemed he not longer needed Aimee no longer needed her love her attention. She wondered if Byron would be a willing partner to her idea or would he reject it, reject her completely as many others had done in the past. He was just recently married he was happy, loud and full of life. It was hard to swipe the grin from his face these days. His happiness grated Aimee if there was one emotion Aimee found hard to experience at all it was happiness. On sight Aimee had hated his new wife, Fiona. She can't say a single word without Aimee taking it the wrong way. At a sub conscious level Aimee knew this decision wasn't about loving Byron it was about controlling Byron, it was about controlling her b*****r, his happiness, his love. Controlling anything was something Aimee often felt she lacked in life and this act could make her feel happy if only for a short time. Byron's seduction had been all too easy with very little planning on Aimee's side. Late one Sunday afternoon Andrew and Byron's wife Fiona had left the apartment to get some pizzas. Byron sat on the sofa watching the Simpson's while Aimee prepared the table for dinner. As soon as the door closed Aimee ran into the bedroom and striped off her clothes. She walked back into the living room and stood before Byron naked with a hand on her hip. He looks up surprised; Aimee asked if he was interested in some fun. His wide eyes darted towards the door and Aimee reminds him they have at least thirty minutes before Andrew and Fiona return. Aimee saw how his trousers were tented when she walked out in her glory; she puts her hand out and asks him to join her in the bedroom. Byron takes her hand and pulls her close. Tilting her head back he kisses her the way he wanted to kiss her when she was sixteen. They half tumble into the bedroom. Aimee has jumped up and has her legs gripped around his waist as they kiss. She can feel his cock pressing against her pussy. His cock feels big but it's not the biggest she's had. Byron is madly looking in his pockets for his wallet he has an old condom behind his Visa Card. He drops Aimee on the bed and admires her body for a moment. He finds his wallet and pulls the condom out. Unzipping his trousers his cock pops out of his Rally Car Racer boxers, pre cum was already dripping from the tip. His cock swayed to the increasing beat of his heart, he rolls the condom down his cock. Aimee's eyes drink in the sight of Byron's cock, the shape the veins how it slowly jumped. She feels power flow through her veins as she spreads her legs and crawls backwards onto the bed. Byron stands over her, his cock jumping up and down, Aimee lays on the bed her fingers in her pussy. She brings her fingers to her lips and smears the juices across her face and onto her nipples. She looks up and at Byron with a wick grin on her face and then arches her eyebrow. Byron launches himself at her. It was a fast and fearsome fucking. Byron fell upon Aimee like a drowning man, he licked her face her breasts and pussy. Aimee found his actions amusing; he had a crazed look in his eye. He roughly gripped her legs draw them back and laced them over his shoulders and draws her towards his hips. Aimee could feel the tip of his cock at her pussy, it pulses and taps at the entrance. Aimee placed her fingers at the entrance in a v shape and starts to rub her clit to get the juices flowing once more. She moaned and wiggled her body to get him closer. Then he was in, fucking and making his grunting noises. Aimee looked over at the wall mirror and watched her b*****r as he powerfully fucked her. His ass clenched and unclenched, his head was bent down watching his cock going into her pussy she watched in wonder as his cock plowed into her body. Her breasts swayed back and forth and his left hand was under her ass lifting her more fully onto his cock. It felt a little like she was watching a movie she was starring in. She really wasn't there at all and she felt nothing. She closed her eyes and thought of Sally. After a few minutes it was over. Aimee pushed Byron off her and has a shower, while Byron returned to the sofa. The rest of the evening passed without comment or fuss and Byron remains subdued sometimes stealing glances at Aimee. Fiona commented on his change in mood, he seems sad removed from the moment, while Aimee was full of piss and vinegar. Within six months their marriage was over, Byron can barely stand to touch his wife, his anger grows and little things set off rounds of screaming fights. Fiona often wonders what went wrong and where. Byron became a changed man overnight who when he did fuck her took delight in been too rough during sex and not wanting to look at her while they fucked. Doggy style fucking was the only way Byron could get hard. Their sole communications are fights over minor things in the house. Fiona wants out of the marriage. As the marriage dissolves Aimee feels the first rays of happiness in her adult life, she over looks her b*****r's slow descent into unhappiness and depression. At long last Aimee has control over something. Sitting at her computer Aimee wonders about the strange journey she has taken and where it will lead. As she trawls through her emails Aimee spots an email from a former co worker Ashleigh. They had worked together briefly in a book company and formed a fast friendship, Ashleigh was five years younger than Aimee and looked up to Aimee, they often went out to pubs together and had a great time. Aimee enjoyed Ashleigh's company because of her looks Ashleigh was a stunner with dark hair large brown eyes and a hot body it helped that Ashleigh had a wick sense of humour and often played up to Aimee sexual innuendo. The email read that Ashleigh was coming down to Sydney. Ashleigh had left the book company to pursue a career in nursing and this career change had taken her to Newcastle for her studies. Aimee hadn't seen Ashleigh in six months and was delighted at the chance to see her friend again. Aimee checked the dates and was upset at first to discover it was the same weekend as the planned fuckfest with Byron. Like a sulking c***d Aimee stared at her computer, her bottom lip pouting her eyes crossed with a like of sent up anger. She walked to the kitchen and made a cup of green tea before returning to her desk to stare once more at the computer screen. Aimee weighed up her objectives and decided she would have her cake and eat it too a choice she frequently made and always regretted later. She wrote back to Ashleigh and confirmed she would be delighted to have Ashleigh stay over for the full weekend. Aimee mulled over her plan and went to Facebook, she checked out Ashleigh's recent photo's and commented that she would be happy to tap Ashleigh's body and what a hot bitch she was. Lucas was walking past her desk as she typed. He stopped with a puzzled look on his face and asks if Aimee has seen the Marketing team or Ops team. Looking at her watch Aimee answers no, they're not in yet it still before 9a.m. The puzzled look remains on Lucas's face and he walks around to her computer screen. A picture of Ashleigh was still on the screen with Aimee's comment plain as day underneath. Lucas smiles his eyes darts to her very hard nipples and he knows why. He sits on her desk and he starts to dig for information. Lucas wonders if at long last Aimee will finally bed herself a real live girl. He wonders if Andrew will be allowed to watch. Lucas wonders if Aimee will be the bottom. He digs for more information. They chat for a while about Aimee's plans for the coming weekend, BBQ's, drinks, Star City, a few bars, she leaves out her b*****r will also been there. All normal stuff so Aimee thinks and feels smug her plans are coming together well. Lucas winks and says he hopes they don't get up to too much mischief while Andrews away and won't do anything she'll regret later. Lucas races back to his desk and places fifty bucks in the betting folder that Aimee will have her highlights on for a whole week. It proved to be the easiest $500 Lucas ever made in his life. For Aimee the week dragged by, she wished Andrew farewell on Thursday afternoon at Central Station and literally throws him onto the train, before it had even left the platform Aimee was racing back to her car without a backwards look at a very puzzled Andrew. She stocks up on beer and vodka. She can feel herself becoming overwhelmed with excitement; her daydreams invade her working life. She is always wet. By Friday Aimee is a quivering wreck who could barely keep her salad sandwich down. She masturbates in the toilets and has to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out Ashleigh's name. At 7 pm Friday Ashleigh rings the door bell to Aimee's apartment. They hug and comment on how good the other looks. Aimee helps bring Ashleigh's bags up to the apartment. They crack open some beers and enjoy the vista from Aimee's balcony. The BBQ is fired up and Aimee and Ashleigh eat their fill. By the fourth beer Ashleigh has grown groggy and tire. Ashleigh had started work at 6 am and had done allot of running around to be on time. Her day was at last catching up. Yawning and stretching Ashleigh announces she needs to go to bed. Aimee helps her to the sofa bed. Aimee is surprised at how sober she still is and how much she wants Ashleigh, nothing will stop Aimee. Ashleigh lays the bed, her arms curled around her body, she lays on her side, she mumbles in her sl**p and rounds onto her back, gently Aimee lays next to Ashleigh, watching her breath and feeling her desire growing by the second. Aimee's underwear clings to her engorged clit. Desire runs off Aimee in waves, yet Ashleigh has gone out like a light. Aimee watches Ashleigh sl**ping form for a few moments and then slowly undoes her cotton blouse, her breast rise and fall under Aimee's eyes. Aimee undoes the bra at the front and releases her breasts. She is surprised to discover Ashleigh has light brown nipples. Aimee stops for a moment as Ashleigh mutters in her sl**p, fear grips at her maybe this isn't such a good idea. Yet her desire overrides her thoughts of reason. With the tip of her finger Aimee traces the curve of Ashleigh's face down her neck and around her breast. She leans forward and softly sucks at the nipple and it rewarded by its hardening. Aimee grows bolder and undoes Ashleigh's jeans she is carefully pulls them down over her thighs to her feet, Ashleigh's pink cottontail undies quickly join the jeans. She discovers Ashleigh has a very light down for pubic hair. She pauses and looks Ashleigh over, her flesh continues to rise and fall in her sl**p, and she appears totally helpless. She has trusted Aimee to look after her not undress her for Aimee's lust filled eyes. Her mind travels back to that afternoon, the need to feel that type of closeness between women f***es any other thoughts out of Aimee's mind. Now is her chance she has to take it. As Aimee moves around Ashleigh she can feel how wet she has become how the hairs on her arm stand on end, how loudly her heart beats and the film of sweat that has started to build on her brow. Aimee continues to listen to Ashleigh's breathing waiting for a signal and the voice in her head demands she continues to explore Ashleigh body and damn the consequences. Placing her hand on Ashleigh's stomach Aimee wonders what a bad person she has become and then wonders how it will feel to touch the inside of Ashleigh's body to discover that special place to feel Ashleigh bucking underneath her due to Aimee's touch. She wonders if Ashleigh feels the same way about her as Aimee looks at Ashleigh's face. She feels the heat of Ashleigh's body. There's only one way to know for sure slowly she moves her hand down and through the soft pubic hair. Her fingers pass over the clit and gently Aimee pushes past the lips of the pussy. Her fingers discover a wonderful wet and hot place. Ashleigh moans and shudders in delight her tire groggy eyes open. She smiles weakly at Aimee. There is no stopping what is to come. Aimee covers Ashleigh's groin with her hand and uses the heel of her palm to rub Ashleigh's clit. She feels the juices start to flow and clit grows hard after a few moments of this massage. Ashleigh stares up at Aimee as Aimee watches her face and see's only desire. Ashleigh's hot breathe warms Aimee's face. Aimee watches as Ashleigh licks her lips, Aimee leans in and kisses Ashleigh with passion. Their tongues invade the others mouth, they break apart to suck in air to their lungs. Salvia clips to their lips which have turned a deep ruby red. They stare into each others eyes as Ashleigh's hand covers Aimee's. They kiss once more, a little more slowly. They savor the taste, the heat. Aimee has grown confidant and retreats to the end of the sofa. She pulls at Ashleigh's jeans and undies and pulls them right off to drop on the ground and she dives down to Ashleigh pussy. She's never been this close before never inhaled the smell of a pussy. She pushes Ashleigh's legs apart to explore this new territory, Aimee almost giggles in delight. She feels free and she feels happy. She crawls forward and looks things over. Using her tongue Aimee lightly licks at the clit, she feels Ashleigh jump she looks up and Ashleigh's voice her pleads for Aimee to continue, Aimee smirks and then relaxes after a few moments Aimee finds her rhythm between tongue and fingers. She uses her tongue to explore all parts of Ashleigh and some area's Aimee's pink tongue can't reach her fingers do, juices flows out and Aimee discovers she loves pussy juice. Sitting upright Aimee puts one of Ashleigh's legs over her shoulder to give her better access; she looks her handy work over. Ashleigh's pussy glistening in the light there is not a single inch down there that Aimee's tongue hasn't licked. Leaning forward Aimee inserts two of fingers into Ashleigh's pussy but quickly realizes she needs her whole hand for this to work. Ashleigh helps direct Aimee's tempo. They stare into each others eyes as Aimee fist fucks Ashleigh. Their orgasms hit each other hard. As Ashleigh and Aimee lay on the bed catching their breath Ashleigh comments to Aimee that she had been told Aimee was a good fuck. Aimee pauses to think which one of the guys she's fucked over the years Ashleigh could know. Aimee shrugs her shoulders and says which guy said that? Ashleigh laughs and says not a guy a girl. You remember Sally surely? Ashleigh laughs again and says she always wondered when Aimee would finally make the moves on her. It was clear from the start Aimee had a thing for her. Ashleigh yawns and rubs at her eyes. She kisses the side of Aimee face and sighs. Resting her head on Aimee's shoulder she closes her eyes once more and falls into a deep sl**p. As Ashleigh grows silence Aimee is left to wonder how many people has Sally told about their encounter all those years ago? All the happiness has drained from Aimee. She feels the old wounds, worries and judgments resurface. Hot tears stream down her face; she wonders what to do and who to tell. Can she tell anyone EVER? Ashleigh's hand moves to cover Aimee's left breast and Aimee feels her body respond in pleasure, lust and something else Aimee has never felt before a weird hot sensation that puzzles Aimee ever farther. Aimee lays still on the bed and cries silently. This was everything she ever wanted and everything she should never have. Lust has blinded her. Slowly the tears stop and Aimee falls asl**p to be haunted in her dreams by her poor decisions.