I have read all of the previous Stephanie Plum novels and I have enjoyed every one of them. Janet Evanovich definitely does a great job of creating characters who are both real and unbelievable. The action is great, the emotion is there. I enjoyed this book immensely. A wonderful quick read!

2 of 50 Books in 2017

I finished America’s First Daughter by Stephanie Dray and Laura Kamoie last week. It was an excellent read! The authors do a great job of bringing characters to life while staying true to the history. Probably my favorite thing about it was that at the end, they go into what they changed from history to fit the story and most of the story was true history. Great historical fiction! I would love to go back and visit Monticello again now that I have explored it through this novel!

1 of 50 Books read in 2017

​Unfortunately, I didn’t get any writing done the first week of the year. Strep throat kicked my butt! But I did write on Tuesday! I’m working on a Choose Your Own Adventure novel I’d like to debut in April!

​Happy New Year!
Although I usually make half-assed New Years Resolutions, there is definitely one thing I want to focus on more: writing!
In November I wrote the beginning of a choose your own adventure novel that works in conjunction with The A to Z challenge. My goal is to have that novel e-book published by April.
I’d also like to focus on posting here, on Twitter, and Facebook 
So here’s to a better 2017 than 2016! Hopefully a more productive year!

 

Zavier Ziemba held the diner door open for Yasmine. He had just met her and he was enamored. She was probably about twenty years younger than he and he wasn’t totally sure if it was moral for him to be courting her. He just decided he didn’t care. They had taken separate cars to the diner but they were parked next to each other.

“Can I see you again?” he asked. He felt like he should be more aggressive but for some reason, he was holding back.

“You can see me now,” she said.

“Ha, ha,” his voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“No, I mean, we can go somewhere now.”

“Now?” he asked, his voice cracking. He was far more nervous than he expected to be.

“Now,” she confirmed.

“I could do now.”

“Follow me home,” she said. She was directing him, not asking him and he was complying easily. He liked a woman who could take charge so it was working well for him.

“Sure,” he said and they got in their cars. Thirty minutes later, they were settled in her apartment and she was obviously getting frisky. They had barely met, but sitting side by side on her couch, her hand was on his thigh. He gently mimicked her movements by placing his hand on her thigh but he didn’t know if it was safe to explore or not so he didn’t. He just rested it there and waited for her to do something. And something she did!

While he sat there, she suddenly moved and climbed on top of him, her skirt fluttering to the sides as she lowered herself onto his lap. He knew he was getting hard and he blushed with embarrassment.

She kissed him then and he felt her tongue press into his mouth. He opened his mouth willingly to her and she nipped at his lower lip. He groaned and she did it again. When she broke their kiss, she was stripping her shirt off and he was placing his hands on her hips. She tossed her shirt aside and her bra quickly followed it. Her nipples were right at his eye level and he nibbled on one softly. She was moaning quietly as he sucked. “Harder,” she groaned. He bit her harder and he could feel her hips gyrating on his lap. She was really getting worked up!

He repeated the motions on her other nipple until she was literally yelling. “Oh yeah, that’s right, bite me!” He was shocked at how loud and expressive she was. She had seemed so meek at the bar. He hadn’t even intended to pick her up for a date, or whatever this was. He just felt like she needed a friend. But now, she was definitely not acting shy or reserved at all. He wasn’t disappointed.

He used his hands to move her up and down on his lap, though he was still fully clothed. “Do you want me to take my pants off?” he asked, tentatively. She was certainly acting like it.

“Not yet,” she said whispered in his ear. She rocked against him some more, moaning, “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I can’t wait for you to fuck me!”

He was staring up at her wide eyed. It was so hot that she was taking control like that. “Now?” he asked, even though it had only been a few seconds. He wanted to fuck her more and more every moment that passed.

“Not yet,” she teased. She moved up and down on him, rubbing her pussy against his crotch.

“Now?” he repeated.

“Not yet.” She winked. He whimpered. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of a door opening. From his vantage point, he could peer around Yasmine to see the door. “Oops!” Yasmine giggled.

“Oops?” he repeated dumbly. Yasmine turned around, but continued sitting on his lap. “Hi.”

“Hi,” the stranger said.

“Zavier, this is my roommate.”

“Hi.” Zavier said, dumbfounded. He vaguely realized that she hadn’t given him a name for her roommate.

“It looks like you two are busy,” the roommate said and Zavier could see a slight blush creep up her cheeks.

“Not too busy yet,” Yasmine replied.

Zavier’s head was spinning. What the hell did that mean?

“No?” the stranger questioned.

“You’re welcome to join us,” Yasmine replied, even though she hadn’t asked Zavier’s opinion. He didn’t mind though. He was still happy to have her take charge and this new development hadn’t changed anything. This woman was unique and uncommonly beautiful. Her hair was bright blue and he loved it.

“Well, maybe I will then,” the woman replied and she set her purse down, slipped her shoes off, and left both by the door. She slipped her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. She wiggled out of her pants and they quickly followed her shirt in a crumpled pile. By then she had reached Yasmine, still sitting on Zavier’s lap. She kissed Yasmine then and Zavier felt his cock twitch. He didn’t have a great view, only really being able to see the back of Yasmine’s head, but it was hot to know that the two women were kissing right on his lap.

“Mmmm,” Yasmine said as their kiss broke. “I’m glad you’re home,” she murmured. “It was a pleasant surprise.”

“Well I certainly didn’t expect to come home to this,” she giggled.

“I’m sure not!” Yasmine was giggling, too. Zavier felt like he was back in high school. It was a stark reality to him of just how young these women must be.

“Can we talk?” The roommate asked Yasmine.

“Of course,” Yasmine replied and hopped up off of Zavier’s lap. “We’ll be back in a jiffy,” she said to Zavier. Then she leaned down and whispered in his ear. “While we’re gone, I want you to strip naked and kneel on the floor. It would make me really happy if you did.” She winked at him and the two women left the room.

Zavier sat on the couch stunned for a full minute before he moved. Then he realized that these beautiful young women wanted him. What was he waiting for!? He stood up off the couch and stripped naked. Then he knelt down on the floor. He hadn’t had a lot of experience subbing for women but he had had enough that he knew what to do. He had also enjoyed being in fetish clubs and observing. So he put his hands behind his back and lowered his head so he was looking at the floor.

It seemed like he had been ready for only seconds when the women walked back into the room. “Seems like someone is ready for us,” Yasmine crooned. “What a good boy!”

Zavier didn’t know how to respond, but he took a stab at it. “Yes, Ma’am.”

The other woman responded this time. “Wow, well trained.”

“Do you have any training?” the other woman asked.

“No, Ma’am, nothing formal.”

“Hm,” Yasmine grunted. “That’s okay. You won’t need a lot of training for one night anyway.”

One night? Was that all he was going to get? Well, if that was the case, he was going to live it up! “May I make a request?”

“Sure,” Yasmine said with a wave of her hand. “But I won’t take it if I don’t like it,” she whispered in his ear.

“Of course not,” he replied. “I have always been fascinated with zippers, the kind with clothes pins. Could we try that?”

“On you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Sure.” She turned to her roommate. “Do you have clothes pins and rope?”

“Of course,” the other woman replied and she wandered off to one of the bedrooms. While she was gone, Yasmine dropped her skirt and panties so she was naked. She walked over to stand right in front of Zavier and she used a finger to lift his head to look up at her eyes.

“You’re amazingly compliant.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he murmured.

“So, you will get what you requested, provided that you give us what we desire first.”

“Of course, Ma’am, what can I do for you?”

“Make me scream and yell,” Yasmine said with a wink.

Zavier blinked, trying to figure out how to make that happen. An orgasm would be good. He could lick her to orgasm, he was sure of it. “May I lick you,” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied. She sat down on the couch and he crawled over to position himself in front of her. He nuzzled between her legs and inhaled the sweet smell of her. She was completely shaved and he slipped his tongue along her slit. When he reached her clit, she groaned softly at first. As he placed his lips over her clit and sucked gently, she began to yell. “Oh god!” erupted from her lips. He licked more and sucked gently and she writhed beneath him, screaming and yelling. “Oh god yeah, suck me, oh god.”

He slipped one finger into her pussy and then another one, hooking them up to press at her sweet spot. Her hips began to really move beneath his mouth and then he could tell that she was about to orgasm. Her pussy squeezed around his fingers, her yelling got louder and less coherent, and her hips were thrusting faster and harder than ever.

When the orgasm washed over her, she became completely incoherent, yelling and rocking against him. He tried to hang on and keep his mouth over her clit and his fingers in her pussy but eventually she knocked him off.

“One down,” Yasmine said with a smile. “I got what I wanted. Now you better make sure she gets what she wants,” Yasmine said, nodding to her roommate.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He turned to the other woman and saw that her eyes were a blue that absolutely could not be natural. She must be wearing color changing contacts. “What can I do for you, Ma’am?” he asked. He lowered his eyes respectfully.

“Lick my ass,” she said with a confident voice. “Then fuck it.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” Zavier replied, a little breathless. He had never licked a woman’s ass before but he noticed his cock was twitching at the thought of it.

She got onto her knees on the couch so that her ass was up in the air and he got on his knees on the floor. He was tall enough that he could reach fine. He tentatively stuck his tongue out and made contact with her puckered ass hole. She tasted surprisingly sweet. He pressed into her gently with his tongue and she moaned. Her moan spurred him on to push deeper. Then he circled the little brown star with his tongue and sucked gently. She seemed to react more to the licking so he resumed that. After several minutes of him burying his tongue in her ass, she stopped him. “Fuck me.” It was all she needed to say. As he stood, his cock stood at attention with him. He added more spit to her ass and to his cock and slid between her ass cheeks. Pressing gently on her opening, the head of his cock slipped into her. He knew that it was always better to take anal slowly but this woman seemed to be no stranger to anal. He was desperate to be moving inside her, but his knees were weak from just the initial entry. He locked his knees and pushed deeper into her.

She moaned louder than before and he grunted as he felt her squeeze his cock. He began to fuck her, slowly at first, but as she moaned louder he moved faster. When she thrust back against him on one of his thrusts forward, he lost it and began to fuck her in earnest. He was hoping that he was going to earn the zipper he wanted but he was too lost in the moment to even care. This woman wanted him to fuck her in the ass and he wasn’t going to be shy about it. He could hear his balls smacking off of her skin as he fucked her quick and hard. She was panting and moaning and yelling. It was hot as hell and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

“Ma’am, may I cum in your ass?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped out and he lost it. There was no self control left and he had been so close to orgasm as it was that he came immediately. He slowed his pace but managed a few more thrusts into her before he was unable to stand upright anymore. He collapsed against her and she pressed further into the couch as his cock shrank out of her.

The moment he was able, he pulled off of her and sat down heavily on the couch. “Thank you,” he said to both the women.

“You’re welcome, Yasmine answered. It was clear she was still in charge. When he looked up at her, he realized that she had been masturbating. He wasn’t sure if it was just the act that had gotten her going or if it was the fact that he had been making her roommate yell. Either way, she was clearly turned on. “That was hot,” she said, unnecessarily. Zavier didn’t know how to respond so he lowered his gaze and blushed. “Now you can have your wish,” Yasmine said.

“Get on your knees,” the other woman told him and he complied immediately. “Close your eyes.” He closed his eyes and listened intently as the women moved around the room. Then he felt the first pinch. It didn’t hurt as bad as he thought it would. The rope tickled a little as it dangled from the clothes pin that had been stuck to his stomach. A hand pinched some of his flesh a few inches from the first pin. He felt the sharp pinch of another pin. The women moved across his stomach and up to his chest. Both of his nipples were pinned and then the pins moved down to his side and onto his hip. He felt like they must be running out of areas fleshy enough to pinch when he felt one go on softening cock. He groaned but didn’t protest. A second one went on his cock and then two on his balls. He was whimpering now and wondering when the pinches would stop. One more went on each of his inner thighs and then he was told to open his eyes.

“How does that feel?” Yasmine asked.

“It hurts,” he said.

“In a good way?” the other woman asked hopefully.

“Yes,” he gasped out but he wasn’t entirely sure it was good.

“Are you ready for me to pull them?” Yasmine was standing in front of him with the end of the rope in her hand. When she tugged on the rope, it would pull the clothes pins off and he knew it would be painful. From what he understood, there would be the pain of the clothes pin snapping off and there would be the pain of blood rushing back to the area that had been pinched off. He was apprehensive, particularly with their placement, but he also noticed that the pins on his cock were getting more uncomfortable as he began to harden again. It was too soon for him to get really hard but it had been long enough that he was getting semi-hard at least.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, even though he wasn’t sure he was. There was no backing out now.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Yasmine asked her friend.

“Let’s do it together.”

“Excellent idea.” The two women took hold of the rope together and counted. “One,” pause. Tension. “Two,” pause. Zavier sucked in air. “Three.” The ripping of the cord was as terrible and as great as he had imagined. The pins didn’t come off in one smooth motion. Some of them had be pulled harder or at a different angle. The ones coming off of his balls hurt the worst but his nipples were pretty bad. By the time they got to the ones on his stomach he was practically numb to the pain. “What did you think?” Yasmine asked.

“It was great. Let’s do it again.”

Yasmine smiled and the other woman laughed. “By the way, I don’t think we really met.”

“No, not really. All I know is you’re beautiful and you’re Yasmine’s roommate.”

She extended her hand to him to shake in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Adalene.”

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The guy approaching her from across the room was hot. He was really hot. Yasmine Yelton had to mentally check to make sure her jaw wasn’t gaping open. Nope, she wasn’t staring at him slack jawed. She was actually smiling. Wow! And he was walking toward her. Woah! She smoothed down her miniskirt, mostly for something to do with her hands. Then she reached for her drink. It was empty. Shit.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked as he approached.

“Oh, sure,” she smiled. He motioned to the bartender who practically snapped to attention. That was interesting. Why did he have so much power over the bartender? Typically it was the hottest women who received the most attention.

“I’d like to buy a drink for the lady,” he said and the bartender asked if she would like another Sex on the Beach.

“Yes, please,” she said almost too quietly to be heard but the nod was enough to give him the message. She cleared her throat subtly. “Thank you,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled.

“But you didn’t get a drink for yourself,” she noted.

“I might get one later. I’m good for now,” he said. He paid cash for her drink when it came instead of starting a tab. The tip he left on the bar was generous. She raised one eyebrow at him.

“It seems like you have an agenda,” she said. Despite her initial shock at seeing such an amazing guy approaching her, she had gained confidence now. Maybe it was the Sex on the Beach talking. Maybe it was just her new personality. Yasmine had recently gotten out of an oppressive relationship and she was trying out being different. Sometimes she had to tell the little scared voice in her head to shut up, but she was enjoying life a lot more now that she felt she was free to speak her mind and do whatever she wanted.

“Possibly,” he conceded and he watched her take a long sip of her drink.

She slid off the bar stool and stood next to him. He was tall, but sitting on the stool next to her, she could put her mouth right next to his ear. The bar wasn’t too loud but it was loud enough to mask what she was going to say. “And what might you have in mind?”

She could see the muscles in his face contract in a smile at her words. “Bold, are you?” he asked.

“Sometimes,” she said in a tone that could either be serious and honest or humorous and deceptive.

He slid off the stool and slipped one hand around her waist. He pulled her to him and looked down at her. He lowered his face so that his lips were brushing against her ear, “I would like to take you out to my car, press you up against the back of it, lift that short little skirt, and fuck the shit out of you.” She knew that a furious blush was blooming on her face but she didn’t care.

She swallowed hard. “What are you waiting for?”

“For you to finish your drink,” he said, pulling back and making eye contact with her. His gaze was serious and firm and she felt the blush deepen. She picked up the glass and tossed the rest of it back.

“Let’s go,” she said and she took his hand. He took the lead then and guided her out of the bar to the parking lot. He had parked in a dark corner of the lot. “So, listen,” she started and he slowed down. She could tell by his posture that he was expecting her to back out. “I love this car idea, but there’s one tiny problem.”

“What’s that?” he asked gently.

“I like to yell when I get fucked.”

“That sounds like fun,” he said. “We could go somewhere else.”

“That might be a good idea.”

“Yes, it might be a good idea,” he agreed. “Let’s go,” he said and he unlocked the car. He opened the passenger door for her and she got in. He went around to his side and they were on the road. He didn’t say anything about where they were going. He didn’t ask her any questions. Her stomach was full of butterflies but she was confident that it was something she wanted to do. Hell, she is the one who mentioned it would be a problem. She just knew that if she couldn’t yell during sex, she would get very little out of it and then what would be the point? She wanted to have fun!

He pulled into a deserted lot five minutes later.

“This should be good,” he murmured more to himself than to her. She didn’t reply but when the car stopped, she got out.

He came around the car and took her into his arms. He didn’t kiss her mouth, but he nibbled on her shoulder and her exposed breast. She moaned loudly as he bit into her flesh and he bit harder. She began to yell, but it was a cross between a moan and a scream. He clearly was taking it as encouragement because he popped one of her breasts from her shirt and began to bite it. He bit all around the nipple and then the nipple itself. She could feel her pussy pulsing with excitement. She was definitely ready to be fucked. When he moved to the other breast, she thought she was going to lose it. She was really yelling now and he was getting more into it himself, it seemed.

She reached for his cock and it was definitely hard in his pants. She unbuttoned his pants and was able to slip his cock out. He was huge. Even with some of his length wasted inside his pants and boxers, he was large. She stroked him gently and he moaned against her breast. “Oh yeah,” he said, letting her nipple go. He slid one hand up her skirt and pulled her thong to the side. One finger went inside her pussy, then the other one. She was leaking her juices down her leg. “You are so ready,” he groaned.

“Fuck me,” she said in tone that felt too loud for the bedroom, but since they weren’t in a bedroom, it was okay.

He didn’t respond, but he turned her around and pressed her against the car. She was leaning against the side of the car and he was standing behind her. He was able to pull her thong to the side and his cock pressed inside her. Her yell was more of a moan than a yell when he buried himself in her and she bucked back against him.

“Oh yeah,” she yelled. “Fuck me!” And he did. He was moving quickly within her and she wondered how long he could last at this pace. She screamed and yelled. “Oh yeah, that’s fucking amazing. Fuck me! Oh fuck my sweet pussy. That’s it, yeah. You are amazing. Stick that cock in me.” She went on and on at the top of her lungs. She was really letting loose and it felt amazing.

When he orgasmed, he slowed his pace slightly and then gradually decreased until he stopped moving all together. He was suddenly heavy against her until he moved back and away from her.

“That was great,” she said.

“It was,” he said. He tucked his cock away really quickly and suddenly he was dressed.

Catching the speed at which he was putting himself back together, she did the same. His cum was literally dripping from her pussy when she sat back in his car. He brought her back to the bar where he had picked her up. She looked at him questioningly when he pulled up but didn’t park. “Can I see you again?” she asked.

“No, but thanks. That was great.” Her eyebrows got very close together and she tried to make sense of what he was saying. He enjoyed himself but he didn’t want to see her again? Why? “It’s not you, it’s me. I mean that literally. I really like sex with strangers. Once I got to you know, I’d lose interest. It’s better to end on a high note.”

“I see.” But she didn’t see.

“I’m sorry, I really am. You’re great. You’ll meet someone.”

“Sure,” she said. She wasn’t upset, actually. She had had a great time with him. It had been a wonderful release. It would have been nice if it had led to further things but it certainly wasn’t required. “Thank you for a great evening.” Her smile and wave were genuine and she hoped that he knew she truly had enjoyed their time together and there were no hard feelings. After all, there had been no agreement that it was going to be a last relationship. Quite the contrary, actually.

She turned to go back into the bar she had left and nearly ran into the bartender.

“Woah!” she said. “Sorry.”

“No, my fault,” he said.

“No, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

“It’s cool, no worries,” he said. Then he paused and it looked like he was trying to place her. “Weren’t you just in here?” he asked, gesturing to the bar behind him.

“Yeah, not too long ago.”

“Like half an hour ago.”

“Yeah,” she said and she knew she was blushing.

“Where did you go?”

“Umm,” she didn’t know what to say. She really didn’t have to answer this guy’s questions but she felt like she should. She didn’t know where that feeling was coming from.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, that was very forward of me. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s okay, I just, I don’t know how to answer.”

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, taking a step toward her. He was clearly holding himself back so as not to spook her but the concern was written all over his face.

“I’m fine,” she said with a smile. She was still reeling from the encounter with the stranger. It had been fun and fulfilling but the end had been jarring. It just was unexpected.

“Do you want to get a cup of coffee?” he asked.

“Yeah, that would be great,” she said. He asked if she knew of the diner he liked to go to after work and she did. He suggested she follow him over there and she let out a sigh of relief she hadn’t known she was holding.

She followed him to the diner and parked next to him. They got out of their cars, went into the diner, and were seated immediately. He had secured them a booth at the back of the diner where they would have privacy.

“Come here often?” she asked in a teasing voice.

“Yes,” he answered honestly. “It’s my favorite place to come for breakfast. I didn’t have to work the closing shift tonight so I’m early.” The bar had two bartenders on duty until 1 when things started to slow down. Then the second person could leave as long as it wasn’t still really busy.

“What do you recommend?” she asked. “I’m starving.” He pointed to the Manager’s Special which came with every breakfast food one could imagine but was still low priced.

When the waitress approached, she ordered what he had suggested. He doubled the order and the waitress moved off. She sat on the bench seat and squirmed uncomfortably. The stranger’s cum was still dripping out of her and it had completely soaked her panties. She was afraid she was going to leave a wet spot on the bench. How embarrassing would that be?

“I need to freshen up,” she said with a wink and took herself off to the bathroom. She surreptitiously looked at the seat and saw that the giant wet spot in her mind was thankfully only in her imagination. She cleaned herself up the best she could with the cheap diner toilet paper and made her way back to the table.

She smoothed her skirt down as she sat next to him.

“Hi,” she said with an awkward look. “I don’t think I even know your name.” She had to ask. She couldn’t go through another encounter like the one she had already had.

“I’m Zavier,” he said.

“Yasmine,” she replied and they shook hands across the table. They made small talk about the bar and how often she went there. It turned out that Zavier had a degree in Zoology but jobs were scarce so he had taken up bar tending. The job had stuck and he had basically made a career of it.

They talked for a while and then their food came and they talked some more. She avoided the conversation about where she had gone when he had seen her in the parking lot. He didn’t press the issue.

“So,” he said when there was a lull in the conversation.

“So,” she repeated and pushed her plate back. She had only finished half of the food in front of her.

“I…” he let his voice trail off.

“You what?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he blushed.

She cocked her head to the side. “What?”

“I like you,” he said.

“You do?” she looked surprised.

“I do,” he confirmed.

“So, is that a problem?” she asked. What an unexpected turn of events.

“I don’t know, is it?” he asked.

“I don’t think so.” She smiled.

“Well that’s good. I don’t think so either. Are you ready to get out of here?” he asked.

“Let’s do it.”

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His name was Xander Xenakis. He had purposefully not told his name to the woman he was currently kissing. He would have preferred that he didn’t even know her name, but she had told him right away so there was nothing he could do about it now. At least he didn’t know what her late name was. If she had volunteered her last name, he might have had to end things before they even began and that would be a shame since she was cute. She was really cute, actually. The thing was, Xander had a significant predilection for strangers. The official term for it was “xenophilia,” but he chose to just think of it as he enjoyed sex with strangers. Unfortunately, he seemed to have lost the ability to get hard for women he knew. Sometimes that fact bothered him, but most of the time, he had no trouble satisfying his cravings for women in local bars. Occasionally he wanted someone to come home to, but he enjoyed being a bachelor and he never, ever brought girls home.

At that moment, he was kissing a woman he had just met at the bar. Her friend had left and he suspected he could get her to take him home, or at least go to a hotel with him. When he pulled back from the kiss, they were both panting heavily. He was really turned on and he really wanted to fuck her. They had already danced for a few songs and he really didn’t want to suggest they dance more. He was tired of dancing. He was spared his dilemma when she opened her mouth.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

Hell yes! He wanted to shout. But instead he said, “Yeah, sure,” and shrugged like it was no big deal.

She checked out her tab and he tried to pay for it, but she brushed him off. He would have bought her a drink, but that would require staying at the bar longer than he’d like. She seemed more interested in leaving than he was anyway.

They walked out of the bar and he said “I have my car in the lot.”

“Me too,” she said.

Damn. “Where do you want to go?”

“My place?” she asked.

“Sure.” She gave him the address and he put it in his phone’s GPS in case he wasn’t able to follow her through the crowded streets.

Within twenty minutes, he was pulling up in front of her house. He had lost her a few times but had always managed to catch up so he was pulling in right behind her. She pulled into a driveway and he parked on the street nearby. He got out quickly and was up the driveway before she was even out of her car. “Come in,” she said with a grin.

“Thanks,” he said. He was surprised she hadn’t pressed him about his name. She had asked a couple times but he had been specific about the fact that not sharing his name had been intentional.

“Can I get you something to drink? Water? Wine? Coffee?”

“Wine?” he asked.

“Red or white?”

“White,” he said and she disappeared into the kitchen. He could hear her moving around and eventually pouring wine into glasses. She brought the two glasses into the living room where she had left him and he took a sip. “Excellent wine,” he said. They talked about the wine she had chosen and he could see the surprise on her face that he knew what he was talking about. “My mom raised me to drink wine and she knew what she was doing,” he explained and then gave himself a mental headslap. This was why he liked meeting women in bars. No real chance to talk. If he revealed too much about himself, he would lose interest. It was moments like these that he cursed his body and his libido.

“So, I have something to ask you,” she said, suddenly getting very serious.

“Okay?” he asked hesitantly. This was where she told him something stupid like she could only sleep with him if he would marry her.

“I have this thing. I guess you could call it a fetish.” That piqued my interest.

“Oh?” She didn’t elaborate right away so he prompted her, “What is it?”

“I like to wrestle.”

“Wrestle?” His tone was neither positive nor negative. Neutral. He was surprised. It didn’t seem like her personality fit that, not that he knew her that well. But he had certainly heard of much more odd fetishes. Many more odd and more disgusting, so wrestling really wasn’t that bad.

“Yeah, wrestling. Naked wrestling.”

“Huh,” he said, mulling it over. That could work. It certainly wasn’t a problem for him. “That sounds like it could be fun?”

The look on her face was what he would have expected to see if he had told her he was giving her a million dollars. “Really?!”

“Really,” he confirmed.

“Wow,” she said. He didn’t know why she was so surprised. The whole evening had been unexpected though, so that could explain it. “Want to see my bedroom?” she asked, taking a large swig of the sweet wine.

“Yes,” he said with confidence.

She stood and extended a hand for him to take. He took it and she led him to the bedroom. He noticed that her house was very clean for someone not expecting company. Though, with no pets and no kids, it was easy to keep a place clean. She must like to vacuum or dust or something. The bedroom fit the same mold as the rest of the house. Her bed was neatly made, there was a lot of empty floor space.

“This is a nice place,” he told her. “You do a nice job with it.”

“Thanks,” she said with a genuine smile. “It isn’t huge, but it’s mine and I’m happy to take care of it.”

“It shows,” he said.

“Thanks.” She was bending over in front of him now and he could see her nice round ass through the jeans covering it. There were no panty lines so he wondered if she was wearing a thong or going commando. He desperately wanted to find out. He had been so engrossed in examining her lack of panty lines that he didn’t realize she was pulling a large mat out from under the bed. It must have been practically the size of the king bed it had been on top of, at least it was when it was all folded out.

“Wow,” he said. “That’s huge.”

“Yeah,” a light blush was creeping up her neck. “I’m really into it,” she admitted and the color in her cheeks deepened.

“That’s not a bad thing,” he said and she smiled shyly now. It was amazing how quickly her emotions seemed to get hold of her.

“No?” she asked, hesitantly.

He slowly shook his head at her as he approached. She stood immobilized in his gaze until he swiped her off her feet and gently slammed her against the mat on the floor. A delightful little sound escaped her throat as he felt his body against hers. She surprised him by flipping him onto his back. Even though she obviously had invested herself into this wrestling thing, he was so much bigger than her, he figured she’d be easy to overtake. Apparently that would make him wrong.

When he was flat on his back, she straddled him. If they had been naked, her pussy would have been right over his cock. It was his turn to moan. She sat back on her heels so she could take her shirt off. She flipped it over her head and tossed it aside. He reached up and helped her with her bra. Then he pulled her down so they were kissing. With his tongue stuck down her throat, he flipped back to he was in the position of power. “Oh god,” she panted, breaking their kiss.

He took his shirt off this time and he realized she was unbuttoning his pants. He would have to stand up to get them off though. He did, releasing her from his grip and they both shed the remainder of their clothes, tossing them aside. As she tossed her clothes to the side, she turned her back to him. Big mistake. He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her, gripping tightly so she was pinned to his chest. Her soft skin pressed against the hair on his chest. She broke his grip too easily and he was yet again surprised by her skill. It was very unexpected. “Did you wrestle as a child?” he asked as they faced off. He mentally slapped himself for asking a personal question. It was his number one rule and he kept breaking it!

“My brother did,” she said.

“Ah,” he replied. That made sense. “You’re a good wrestler,” he quipped as he took her down, driving his head into her stomach. He knew he was being too rough but she didn’t seem like she needed him to baby her.

She let out a grunt of air when he made impact but she didn’t protest his aggressiveness. She wrapped her arms around him and managed to slip out of his hold yet again. She was slippery, especially now that she was naked. He had been a wrestler for a while in his youth so he knew some of what he was doing. It had been a long time though and he was definitely out of practice. Then his focus began to shift. Instead of focusing on pinning her, he should focus on touching her. How could he maximize their contact? He shifted his hands down between her thighs. He had just managed to get one right up against her pubic mound and she flipped him onto his back. His breath was forced out of him. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down on top of him. This time she was naked and when she straddled him, he could feel her warm wetness on his cock. He gripped her hips hard, trying to keep her there. “I win,” she murmured.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s a draw,” he whispered in her hear as he flipped her onto her back on the wrestling mat and thrust his cock inside her. Her eyes widened as his girth stretched her pussy walls. She groaned.

“Okay, maybe,” she conceded.

He grinned at her and he began to pound into her. She moaned and grunted and thrust with him. He was again taken by surprise when she flipped him onto his back. She managed to do so without his cock slipping out of her. It was like magic! How the hell had she done that?

She was riding him now and he let her. He gripped her wrists with his hands and let her fuck him. She bucked against him until they found their rhythm. He let go of one of her wrists and pressed his thumb against her clit. He began to rub gently and then more frantically as he felt his own orgasm building. He knew that it would not be long. It wouldn’t be long at all. He grunted as he felt the first wave of his orgasm. The cum built up in balls shot up his shaft and into her waiting pussy. She grunted when she felt it and nearly collapsed on top of him. Then he realized that she was spasming around him and he moved his thumb against her clit more forcefully until she pushed his hand away. Her attempts to push him away were feeble at best but he didn’t resist.

He gently stroked her back as she lay on top of him until he was soft enough that he slipped out of her pussy. He knew they would be making a mess of her wrestling mat, but since he was going to leave any minute now, it was irrelevant to him. He almost felt bad that he was going to leave her. Almost.

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Xander woke up in his own bed hours later, alone. He took a deep breath and listened to the quiet of his bedroom. It was nice to be alone and to be enveloped in the silence that surrounded him. He rolled over and stretched out on his bed. He would have to get up soon but he just didn’t want to. He thought he might try to go out and meet someone that night, but for now, it was nice to just lay in the quiet.

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At 8pm, Xander got up off the couch. He had spent a very lazy day at home but now it was time to go out. Going out wasn’t really mandatory but he had had a great one night stand with Wendy the night before and he was having trouble getting her out of his mind. He knew that he already knew more about her than he intended to and he didn’t want to fall into the trap of thinking he could have a relationship with her. He knew that he couldn’t. He knew that it just didn’t work for him and he was saving her a lot of heartache to just stay away from that point on. But in order for him to get her out of his head, he needed some more good no strings attached sex.

He went to a different bar than the night before and he knew it was early. He was tired, though, and he didn’t want to be out too late. He just needed someone to fuck and then he could get home. He was actually thinking it would be good to have a good back alley kind of fuck rather than a whole session like what he had with Wendy.

When he walked into the bar, he saw her. He knew she was the one he was going to take out to his car and fuck hard. She was perfect. She was wearing a miniskirt and a low cut top. He could pop her breasts right out of that top and, if she was wearing panties, he could easily get her out of them. And those shoes… those shoes would make her just the right height to bend her over the trunk of his car and fuck. Yep, she was the one and she was smiling at him.

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Wendy Wyre arrived at the bar fifteen minutes before Vivian. She knew that her friend would likely be late as she hadn’t been intending to go out in the first place and Wendy had suggested it at the last minute. She had been friends with Vivian for a long time and had received a text from her earlier that it was on! She and her husband had been planning to have a threesome with someone for a while, but Vivian was nervous about it. Apparently the stars had aligned and she had managed to make it happen. Wendy wanted all the sordid details, or at least as many as Vivian was willing to share. And what better place to tell the details than a crowded bar? It would likely be loud enough that they wouldn’t be overheard particularly and maybe Wendy would get to pick up a guy.

The one thing in the world Wendy loved the most was wrestling. Not just any kind of wrestling either but wrestling nude. She loved the feeling of her naked body being held down by a guy. She equally liked being the one doing the holding. It was often viewed as a strange preference and something most guys didn’t really understand, in her experience. It was also nerve wracking to bring it up to someone and see how they felt about it. But it was a risk she was willing to take to find a good person to fool around with. It was satisfying to find someone willing. She just hadn’t found anyone who was willing to do it and stick around with her.

Being single didn’t bother her though. It gave her the freedom to do what (or who) she wanted whenever she wanted. There seemed to be a plethora of guys willing to have one night stands or short flings, anyway. She had even attempted to get involved in the online dating scene, but it hadn’t really clicked for her. So instead she hung around bars and picked up guys. It worked often enough to be worthwhile. She couldn’t always go to the same bar or she would eventually run out of guys but she frequented enough local bars to know many of the bartenders and she received good service. When she sidled up to the bar at Joe’s Tavern, the bartender was there almost instantly.

“What can I get for you? Wendy, right?” He remembered!

“Yes, Wendy.” She looked over his shoulder at what was on draft and ordered a Cider. He brought it over within seconds. “Thanks,” she said.

“No problem, would you like a menu?”

“No thanks,” she said and he smiled and wandered off to attend to his other customers.

She didn’t have to wait too long before Vivian walked into the bar. She looked hot. She was wearing a little black dress. Every woman should have a little black dress in her closet, or so her grandmother had always told her. Vivian’s dress fell to just above her knees. The skirt was flared out and the top was low cut. It had a halter top so her back would be bare if she turned around. Wendy took a mental inventor of her own attire. She was built similarly to Vivian but she had chosen to wear jeans. She wore heels like Vivian though, both of them adding a good three inches to their height. Wendy topped her jeans off with a light sweater that was low cut in the front to reveal her ample cleavage.

“Hey!” Vivian called practically in Wendy’s ear.

“Hey!” Wendy said back. Now that they were close together, they could talk more freely. There was a DJ in the next room but this room wasn’t too loud. “So, how was it?”

“It was good,” Vivian said, as though that was all she was going to say.

“That’s it!?”

“What?” Vivian asked blushing.

“I want details. Hot, sexy details.”

“Like what?” Vivian asked.

“Like, everything. Come on!” Wendy knew she was practically whining now but she really wanted to know how it went.

“I don’t know,” Vivian was blushing and looking down, refusing to make eye contact. She didn’t even realize that the bartender was standing there waiting for her to order something. “Oh!” she started when she realized that he was standing there.

“Can I get something for you?”

“Sure,” she said. “A margarita.”

“No problem,” he said and he wandered off to make her drink. Wendy noticed he wasn’t quite as quick with Vivian’s as he had been with hers, but Wendy’s had been a quick pour anyway.

“So…” Wendy prompted again. “You can’t leave me hanging like this, Viv, you have to tell me how it went.”

“It was good. It was hot. I enjoyed it.”

“No jealousy?”

“No, no jealousy. Not really.”

“Really?” Wendy was amazed. To have a threesome with her husband and his exgirlfriend sounded like it would be a disaster waiting to happen. Though, considering Wendy had never had a husband, maybe she just didn’t know what that would be like anyway.

“Really. I love Uri and Uri loves me.”

“Did he fuck her?” Wendy practically whispered the question.

“Yes,” Vivian replied, “and I licked his cum out of her pussy.”

“Oh my god,” Wendy could feel her pussy get slick with desire. She hadn’t expected the story to turn her on so much. She really had no particular reason to think that it would. She didn’t really have a thing for threesomes, not that she would turn one down.

A guy swung up onto the seat next to Wendy and her heart sank. She would never get Vivian to talk about her threesome now! This guy would ruin the whole conversation. She was grumpy about the stranger sitting next to her until she got a good look at him. He was gorgeous. Not handsome. Not attractive. Straight up gorgeous. She glanced at his finger–no ring. How was that even possible? She wondered. Seriously, this guy was amazing looking. Broad shoulders, muscles practically showing through his T-shirt. His jeans were snug but they weren’t skinny jeans. He was wearing cowboy boots. And his hair. Oh his hair. It made Wendy want to moan out loud as she ran her fingers through it, but she made a great effort not to.

“Hi,” he said when he caught her staring at him.

“Hi,” she replied.

He held out his hand to shake hers.

“I’m Wendy,” she replied with a shy smile. She was suddenly feeling very coy.

“Nice to meet you, Wendy, and you are…” his voice trailed off as he asked the implied question to Vivian.

“Vivian,” she said.

“Nice to meet you as well,” he said, but Wendy noticed that he had seen the wedding ring on Vivian’s finger and his attention had strayed back to Wendy pretty quickly. “I hope I’m not interrupting.” Wendy noticed that he hadn’t given his name. Was that odd?

“Not at all,” Wendy said quickly, even though he absolutely was interrupting. Wendy could feel Vivian’s gaze on the back of her neck. She knew that Vivian wouldn’t be annoyed if she got abandoned for this hottie, or at least, not too annoyed.

“Good,” he said, “I just saw you two pretty ladies sitting over here and I knew I would have to introduce myself.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” Wendy said sincerely.

“Me too,” he said. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I have barely touched mine,” Vivian said, though it wasn’t that obvious that he was talking to Vivian anyway.

“Sure,” said Wendy. “I could use a refresher.” She almost rolled her eyes at her own word choice. He signaled the bartender who came over quickly. “Are you a regular here?” she asked him.

“Regular enough,” he said. The bartender is a friend of mine.”

“Cool,” Wendy said. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

He nodded, thanked the bartender for bringing the drink over and then focused his attention back on Wendy. “What do you do, Wendy?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Wendy wasn’t used to someone taking such an interest in her so quickly.

“Well, I’m a writer.”

“That’s awesome,” he said. She noticed that again, he didn’t provide any information about his own profession. Was he doing that on purpose?

“Yeah, I like it.”

“Good, that’s important.” What was he trying to do? Make small talk? Get her interested? Wendy spent a lot of time letting guys pick her up in bars but she wasn’t entirely sure what this guy had in mind. He seemed like he was interested, but he also seemed like he wasn’t. It was quite the paradox. Maybe she should ask him to dance or something, she thought. But why hadn’t he?

Before she could finish musing about why he hadn’t asked her dance, he did. “Would you mind if I asked your friend to dance?” He directed the question to… Vivian. Whew! Wendy was relieved.

“Go for it,” she said with a smile. Wendy tried to read if it was a genuine smile or not. She honestly wasn’t totally sure, but she wasn’t about to contradict her friend.

“Thanks,” he said. “Would you care to dance?” he addressed Wendy this time.

“Sure,” she said.

“Great,” he said and he led her into the other room where the DJ was. She almost wanted to stay near the bar with Vivian but that wouldn’t make any sense since the DJ was in the next room over. The dance floor was pretty crowded but they had enough space to move. They were standing at least a foot apart at first but then he moved in closer to her. He was right up in her personal space but she realized he smelled nice and he wasn’t making her feel uncomfortable at all. When he placed a hand on her hip, a ripple of desire rushed over her skin. She desperately wanted to feel his body against hers and not with clothes in the way. Could she suggest that this quickly? She liked picking up guys but she didn’t think she had the nerve. Something about this guy was throwing her off. Maybe it was that he was so gorgeous, she couldn’t think straight.

The song ended and rolled right into another one. She looked to see if he was ready to move off the dance floor but instead, he moved closer to her. Or rather, he pulled her closer to him. They were practically grinding now, moving their hips in time with the music. The song was slow enough that they could move together and she found herself lost in his warm body.

“What would you say if I wanted to take you in the back and fuck you right here?” he asked.

“What?!” she asked, unsure of whether she heard correctly or not.

“What would you say if I wanted to take you in the back for tour?” he said and she knew that she had heard him right the first time. She guessed he was trying to play it off like he hadn’t just asked that question.

“Um,” she said. She didn’t know how to respond. Did she want to go in the back and fuck him? Hell yeah! But in reality, was that really a wise thing?

“Maybe,” she said with a wink. There, let him figure out what that meant. Inside she grinned at her own cunning.

He laughed and his laugh was deep and warm. The sound washed over her like a warm blanket. He pulled her to him and he kissed her then and the whole world spun around her. They were standing still on the dance floor, or as still as the jostling crowd would allow. Their tongues tangled in her mouth. His hands wrapped around her waist. Her hands moved slowly up his back, holding their bodies together.

When their kiss ended, she looked up at him in stunned silence. How could they follow that amazing kiss? Was it that amazing for him, even? He loosened his grip on her and moved slightly to the music. He seemed almost a little bit off kilter, but not as much as she was.

“Want to go back to the bar?” he said in her ear. She nodded and he wrapped one arm around her waist and guided her off the dance floor and into the other room.

She resumed her bar stool next to Vivian when he let her go near the bar. “Hi,” Vivian said, “I wasn’t sure you’d be coming back,” she winked.

“Of course I came back,” Wendy said. “I wouldn’t just leave you here like that.”

Wendy knew that the guy was listening to her every word. The guy, wait, what was his name again?

“I know,” Vivian said. “If you disappeared without saying goodbye, I’d have to go looking for you.” Wendy laughed almost uncomfortably. She knew that she had been pretty close to doing just that and she felt like an awful friend. It wasn’t meant that way, she just had been really caught up in the moment.

“I’m glad you’re such a good friend, Viv,” Wendy said, placing one hand on her friend’s arm.

Vivian reached around and gave her a hug. “Why don’t you and the hunk over there get out of here. It’s obvious he wants you badly.”

Wendy pulled back and looked at her friend. Was she serious? Her expression said she was. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Vivian remarked.

“You’re just trying to get out of sharing all the juicy details about your sexcapades with me,” Wendy teased.

“No,” Vivian denied the accusation, but both women knew that it was at least partially true.

“You aren’t off the hook, you know,” Wendy said.

“I know,” Vivian said. “I’ll fill you in later. I promise.”

“Good,” Wendy said. “I can’t wait to hear, but first I um…” she cocked her head in the guy’s direction with a grin.

“Yeah, you have an extensive to-do list to get done first,” Vivian teased.

“There’s just one thing on that list at the moment,” Wendy winked. She was talking quietly and trying not to let the guy overhear her. Damn, what was his name? Had he even told her?

“Okay, well I’m going to take off,” Vivian said, leaning back away from her friend. “You two have fun. Call me tomorrow, Wendy.”

“Will do,” Wendy called back. She watched her friend leave the bar and then she sat looking at the mystery guy who was her new friend. Or new something. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he said, even though they had already said hello.

“Remind me, what was your name again?” Wendy asked.

“I never told you my name,” he said and he grinned down at her before covering her mouth with his in another earth shattering kiss.

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Okay, so, a little late. Okay, a lot late. Almost a month late. But I’m not giving up! I want to finish the story! So, here, in its unedited glory is V!

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Vivian Vasil jumped when the doorbell chimed. She was naked, standing in her living room, and her husband Uri Urgast was just about to finger her. But instead, they were interrupted by the doorbell. Oh shit, the doorbell! Thora!

Vivian’s heart started pounding and her hands suddenly were wet with cold perspiration. Why was she so nervous!? She wiped them on her thighs but since she had no clothes on, it didn’t really do any good. “Who’s opening the door?” she hissed.

“You are,” he replied in a whisper.

“I thought you were!” she argued.

“Fine,” he said, “I will.”

She watched as he went to the door and looked through the peephole. It must have been her because he opened the door then and stood back. He was half hiding behind it as he opened the door. Disappointing.

“Hi!” Thora said as she entered the room. She was good enough friends with them that she didn’t need an invitation to come into the room.

“Hi,” Vivian said. She was standing in the middle of the living room, completely naked, trying not to look awkward but feeling terribly awkward nonetheless.

“Well, this is a surprise,” Thora replied. She looked Vivian up and down in a way she had never done before. Then she turned her attention to Uri. Vivian watched with interest as she watched her best friend take in her husband’s nude body. Some guys she had known fit the saying “a grower not a shower” but not Uri. Even soft, Uri looked huge and when he was hard, he was the largest guy she had ever seen. She had always imagined it would be fun to watch another woman’s eyes go wide when she saw how big Uri was and in reality it was as good as she imagined it would be. In fact, it was exactly what she had expected. Thora’s eyes went wide and one eyebrow raised. Her chest rose and fell faster than it had when she first came in.

“Like what you see?” she asked and Thora turned her attention to Vivian. Vivian knew that Thora had seen everything Uri had to offer but it had been a long time.

“Yes,” she said and Thora walked toward Vivian. When the two women were standing in front of each other, Thora put her hands on Vivian’s hips and leaned in to give her a kiss.

Even though they had been friends for a long time, this was their first kiss. Vivian’s hands immediately went sweaty again and she tried wiping them on her sides. She wrapped her arms around the other woman and kissed back. Thora opened her mouth for Vivian’s tongue. They were in perfect sync, their bodies as one. Thora pushed herself against Vivian and Vivian felt her friend’s soft clothes against her skin.

The two women were oblivious to Uri, who was watching intently as they kissed. Vivian was reveling in the feel of a woman wrapped in her arms. Thora was a little shorter than Vivan but they were close enough in height to be well matched. Thora stopped their kiss and both women pulled back, panting.

“I think you’re overdressed,” Vivian murmured.

“I agree,” Thora replied and she quickly stripped out of her clothes and tossed them on the floor. Vivian immediately drew Thora back into her arms. It felt great to have the skin to skin contact they were missing before. Although Vivian thought she had been turned on before, now she felt like she was going to go insane. She had a strong desire to grind her pussy up against Thora’s, but she wasn’t really sure how Thora would feel about it so she held herself back.

“I want you so bad,” Vivian groaned.

“Me too,” Thora moaned back. Uri came up behind them then and broke the spell. Vivian blushed realizing she had forgotten her husband was even in the room. Whoops!

“Do you want to take this to the bedroom?” he asked. His cock was standing proudly at attention. He was making no attempt to conceal it, but being naked, it would have been an irrelevant attempt.

“Sure,” Thora said, though she didn’t seem to care where they were. She was totally focused on Vivian. Thora’s attention relieved some of Vivian’s anxiety. She had been very concerned with the fact that Thora had once dated Uri. She had seriously questioned the advisability of going through with such a plan with an ex-girlfriend of Uri’s, but since they had tried so many other avenues to no avail, she had agreed to go ahead with it. But even with the warning bells clanging in her head, her body had reacted to the mere possibility of the women being together and so Vivian had gone against her better judgment in pursuing Thora. So far, though, things were going very well for Vivian and she wasn’t worried at all.

The three of them went into the bedroom, Vivian guiding Thora by walking backward. Thora keeping her eyes trained on Vivian. What was so hot about this? Vivian couldn’t even figure out what it was. Hell, there weren’t even any vibrators involved yet. That’s what she really had her heart set on.

Uri was well aware of his wife’s preference and he demonstrated his support by getting the vibrator from the bedside table immediately upon entering the room. It was a vibrator that plugged into the wall. The cord could be annoying but then again, there was no risk of the battery running out. Pros and cons, as with all things.

Thora took the vibrator that was offered to her and she crawled onto the bed after Vivian. Vivian was laying back with her head on the pillows and her legs spread wide. Her pussy glistened in the soft lights Uri had put on when he entered the room. Thora positioned herself between Vivian’s legs and pressed the vibrator against the other woman’s pussy. Vivian’s whole body spasmed with pleasure. “Oh god,” she groaned. Her eyes closed of their own volition and she sank deeper into the bed. Vivian’s whole body was relaxed now as the vibrations coursed through her.

Initially, Thora pressed the vibrator just at the opening of Vivian’s pussy. Then she alternated between slipping it deep inside and sliding it up to pulse on Vivian’s clit. She would even pull the other woman’s pussy lips apart enough that the vibrator would rest right on the small pink nub.

Vivian thought she would lose her mind. Every time she got close to orgasm, Thora would move the damn vibrator. Her whole body felt like it was being torn in two. She couldn’t actually decide if she wanted the orgasm to rock her body and leave her limp on the bed or if she wanted the vibrations to keep coursing through her without end.

On one of the transitions between the vibrator being in her pussy and being on her clit, Vivian opened her eyes and was surprised by what she saw. While she had been wrapped up in her own world with Thora, Uri had been busy. She saw that Thora had positioned herself on the bed with her ass in the air and Uri had positioned himself behind her. It appeared that he was gently fitting his cock into Thora’s pussy. Or ass, maybe. Vivian couldn’t tell. She felt as though she should feel jealousy or anger or something, but she realized that she wasn’t bothered at all. In fact, as Uri positioned himself and began to thrust inside the other woman, the only emotion Vivian felt was desire. Hot, liquid desire as she watched her husband fuck the woman who was giving her pleasure.

Vivian groaned in appreciation as she watched the look on Thora’s face change as Uri entered Thora. Her face had been relaxed but anticipatory at first, but then her face closed off, her eyebrows getting closer together, her eyes squinting shut, her lips parting in a small gasp. When Uri had buried his length inside Thora, she dropped her head down and Vivian no long her a clear look of the other woman’s face. She turned her attention to Uri who had been looking down where his body joined Thora’s, but then he looked up and made eye contact with his wife. There was fire in his eyes. His gaze burned into her and he began to move inside Thora.

Thora moaned in time with his thrusts but it was clear that she was making a concerted effort to continue to please Vivian. Thora continued pleasing the other woman, sometimes teasing her and sometimes giving her just what she wanted. Vivian was bucking against the vibrator. Usually, she would close her eyes and concentrate on the feelings of the vibrator against her body, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of Uri and Thora. It was hot to watch, even with the limited amount she could see.

“Oh god,” Thora groaned. “Oh please fuck me harder.” He didn’t respond verbally but Vivian could feel the bed rock faster as he obliged Thora’s request.

Vivian could tell he wasn’t going to last long. His whole body tensed and stilled inside Thora. He was quiet about his orgasm as he filled Thora was his seed. Thora nearly went limp, groaning as he came and pulsed inside her. Vivian could only imagine that Thora squeezed her pussy tight around him because he hissed between his teeth at something she couldn’t see and then sat back on his heels, his cock coming free of her pussy.

Vivian realized that she desperately wanted to taste the combination of the two other people she was sharing her bed with. “Uri,” she called, “can I clean you up?” Her voice was strained with the effort of keeping her voice steady despite the vibrations flowing through her.

“Yes,” he replied, though his verbal response wasn’t necessary. Even though he was moments post-orgasm, he was up and moving toward her. He positioned himself so that his cock was right at her face and she took him into her mouth. The combined tastes were impossible to describe but Vivian enjoyed it immensely. She could taste the familiar taste of her husband underneath the coating from Thora’s pussy. She was gentle with Uri’s soft cock, not wanting to get pushed off before she was ready.

He moaned softly and squeezed his eyes shut as she licked and gently sucked. “Do you want some more?” Thora asked, teasing.

“Sure,” Vivian said. The word tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop it, though she recognized that it was true. She would be happy to suck her husband’s cum out of the other woman. Thora climbed on top of Vivian without disrupting the buzzing of the vibrator. She positioned her pussy right over Vivian’s face and Vivian had to move only inches to reach her tongue out and touch the pink softness above her. She licked tentatively at first and then with more earnest desire. Delicious!

She moaned softly and the vibrations must have been driving Thora nuts because she started bucking her hips. “Wait,” she said after a few minutes and she moved her hips so she was just out of Vivian’s reach. “I don’t want to cum,” she said.

Vivian was surprised by the statement. Why wouldn’t she want to cum? It made no sense to Vivian. All she wanted was an earth shaking orgasm which she knew was imminent.

“Okay,” she hissed, and Thora lowered her pussy back down. Vivian licked and she could taste Uri’s cum now dripping out of Vivian’s pussy. She lapped up what she could, swallowed, and went right back to it. She was careful to stay away from Thora’s clit so she wouldn’t make her cum.

Vivian knew that nothing was going to stop her orgasm though and she abandoned all pretense of licking Thora’s pussy as her orgasm overtook her. She felt it like a cresting wave. It built and built and then crashed over her. She collapsed totally on the bed, unable to do much of anything. The vibrator was still pressed to her clit but her legs were closed tight.

“You know, I can’t take the vibrations away if you don’t open your legs,” Thora chided teasingly. Both women knew there was only so much Thora could take of the vibrations before she would be ready to lose her mind.

With effort, she parted her legs and the vibrations stopped. Thora climbed off of her. “Can I make you cum?” Vivian asked Thora quietly. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling so shy about it.

“No, but thank you.”

“Why not?”

“Because now I will spend the rest of the day tormented by the fact that I could have had an orgasm, maybe more than one, but I didn’t. Instead, I’m still slowly dripping Uri’s cum and I can still feel your tongue on me, but I am left wanting.”

“Oh,” Vivian said. She wasn’t really sure what to say.

Uri chimed in, “Thora loves to be tormented in all sorts of ways. Don’t worry, it’s nothing against you.” Uri and Thora shared a knowing smile that did bother Vivian just a bit.

“Okay,” she said, but she wasn’t really sure it was okay. It didn’t quite compute for her but she wasn’t about to rape the other woman so she would respect her wishes regardless.

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Within an hour, Thora had cleaned herself up enough leave and Uri and Vivian were cuddled on the couch. Vivian’s phone chimed and she got up off the couch to check it. Wendy Wyre had texted her. Wendy knew that Vivian was doing something she was nervous about but she hadn’t given Wendy all the details.

Wendy: Hey. How’d it go?

Vivian: Great, I think.

Wendy: You think?

Vivian: Yeah, I’m still processing.

Wendy: Want to process over a drink?

Vivian: Yes!!!!

Wendy: Now?

Vivian: YES!!! Let me check with Uri.

“Hey, Uri,” she started, tentatively.

“Yeah?” he asked, focusing his attention away from the television to her.

“Wendy asked me to go out for a drink. Is that okay with you?” She didn’t really need his permission but she also didn’t want to leave and go out without talking to him about it first.

“Yeah, sure,” he said and before she was even out of the room, he had switched the television over to the sports channel. Vivian rolled her eyes and she went into the bedroom. Of course he was glad to be rid of her for a few hours. He enjoyed watching sports way more than she did and out of kindness, he rarely watched them when she was around. She sighed with relief and got ready to go out with Wendy.

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If you have perused my blog, you know that I have never really blogged before now. But then my friends Jamie and Nicki suggested I check out this A to Z Blog Challege and, well, it was pretty awesome! I didn’t quite get there, unfortunately, since I didn’t have enough time in my hectic schedule to pre-write, ut the alphabet idea took hold of me and I already have ideas (plans even!) for next year.

My biggest hang up was the end of April got really busy. So in the beginning, I was ahead and even had time to edit. But the time I got toward the end, I was literally writing at high speed and posting without even giving it one read-through. (This was particularly difficult for my perfectionistic self!) In the end, I’m really glad I did it. I have a great draft to work with, and I am committed to finishing out the last 5 letters! So thanks to all my readers and commenters and my cheerleaders as I took this journey for the first time. I look forward to more!

It’s a good thing we’re almost done because I keep falling more and more behind! Sorry! I hope you’re enjoying the story. I can’t wait to bring it full circle! Just a few more!

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Uri Urgast was excited. He could barely admit how excited he was. Unfortunately, his excitement had every potential of going the other way and he wouldn’t know for another 24 hours. He had told his friend Thora Tierse that he needed an answer by the end of the week, which was finally nearing an end. The week had felt like it had taken forever. He had regretted giving her several days to think things through. But, he supposed, if he had rushed her decision, she may have made the wrong decision for herself. As much as he wanted her to say yes, he wanted to make sure she didn’t make a mistake.

Uri and his wife, Vivian Vasil, wanted a 3some. They had been married for many years, even though she hadn’t taken his last name, but his wife was bi and feeling adventurous. For years, he had hidden his love of unicorns. No, not the mystical horned creatures, but the concept of a third in their marriage. A woman, specifically, who was bi. It would be the perfect fit for their relationship.

Unfortunately, Uri was one of many, many men looking for the same thing and when Vivian had first expressed a possible interest, he had no luck finding women online. It seemed that many couples were looking for the same thing and many bi women specifically wrote on their profiles that they did not want to be a “unicorn.” He understood then where the term had come from. Bi women interested in couples was a rare thing, a mystical thing even, like a unicorn. He had spent a few months of frustrating trying to find someone who would be interested but eventually he gave up. Vivian’s desire to find a woman had not been diminished though. She had looked online too, trolling various dating sites but she didn’t have any better luck than he did.

Finally, after many months, it dawned on him that maybe they were going about it the wrong way. Maybe instead of trying to find someone new, they needed to find someone they already knew. He wracked his brain trying to think of female friends who had ever expressed being bisexual. He thought and thought and came up with a few ideas. He had to be very careful though because he didn’t want to go about ruining any friendships. When his thoughts fell on Thora, he wasn’t sure how Vivian would react. Once upon a time, they had been a thing, he and Thora. Many years ago they had had a very short relationship. It was before he even knew Vivian but he wasn’t sure if it would make her feel insecure anyway. He approached Vivian about it carefully but all his worry had been for naught since she thought it was a great idea.

The next day, Uri had struck up a conversation with Thora through Facebook and they had agreed to meet for coffee. The first time he hung out with her, he didn’t say anything about their desire for a unicorn. He was upfront about being married. He had focused on Thora and what had been going on in her life since they had split up. He asked about her relationship status and was thrilled that she wasn’t in a serious relationship, but she was “seeing some people.” That was exactly what he was looking for. The only big question mark was how she felt about 3somes. He knew she had had a girlfriend even before their relationship, so that could be another stumbling block if her interest in girls had been just a phase. He hoped that it hadn’t been.

They hung out again a few times, sometimes alone, sometimes with Vivian. Often, nothing remotely sexual was even discussed. Then a few days ago, when they were alone, the right window opened and he asked her if she would be interested in sleeping with him and his wife. He had been hoping beyond hope that she would say yes and even more so hoping that she would be interested in being a stable part of their relationship. Tomorrow, he would get an answer. Just one more day.

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When the phone rang, Uri’s heart jumped into his throat. He looked at the display of his cell phone and saw that it was Thora. He shouldn’t be as nervous as he was, really. It would be fine either way. But he knew that he was really just reassuring himself. He was definitely nervous. Super nervous. He wanted her to say yes. He desperately wanted her to say yes. But he would have to take whatever answer she gave, obviously.

So it was with baited breath that he answered. “Hello?” His tone was questioning, even though he knew who it was. These days, it was almost silly not to answer the phone with “Hi, Thora” (or whoever’s name was on the other end of the line). His thoughts were rambling. He needed to pay better attention to his phone call.

“Hi, Uri,” she sounded happy. Did that mean she was going to say yes?

“How are you?” he asked. He was prolonging the inevitable, but he just felt like coming right out and saying, “So yes or no?” was too much, though it was what he really wanted to do.

“I’m fine,” she said. “And you?”

Anxious as hell. Freaking out. Desperate for you to say yes. “I’m well.”

“That’s good.” Small talk. What the hell. What was she doing to him!? “So listen,” she started and he knew the answer was coming, “I want to talk to you about your…” she hesitated. He realized she didn’t know what to call it. He didn’t really either. Proposition? “…suggestion.”

“Yes?” he prompted her to give him an answer.

“Are you sure it’s what both you and Vivian want?”

“Absolutely.”

“How long did you say you’ve been looking?”

“Months and months. Almost a year, I think.”

“And no luck?”

“No luck.”

“Hm.” Her response was totally noncommittal.

“What’s your hesitation?” he asked, dreading her answer. What if her hesitation was something he couldn’t fix?

“Well,” she paused and he couldn’t believe that his heartbeat couldn’t be heard on the other end of the phone. “I care about you and Viv and I don’t want you guys to make a mistake or do something you’ll regret.”

“I understand, but we’ve talked about it a lot.”

“I know, I just don’t want to be the person who screws up your marriage.”

“Oh no, Thora, that’s not possible. Vivian and I are happier than we’ve ever been. We’re just frustrated with the fact that we haven’t been able to explore this avenue. I’m excited about it. I mean, what guy wouldn’t want to watch his wife with another woman?” Cliche. Damn. She laughed almost uncomfortably and he continued. “You should talk to her, really. She wants to explore her feelings for women and I am happy to help her do that.”

“You won’t be jealous?”

“Jealous?” he said the word like he hadn’t even considered that a possibility, which, he supposed, he really hadn’t. It hadn’t dawned on him that being jealous was a possibility. Why would he be jealous? What did he have to be jealous of? “No, I can’t imagine that,” he replied to the question.

“That’s good.” She paused like she was thinking. “I probably should talk to Viv.”

“You should. She’ll confirm everything I’m saying.” God, he sounded like a cheating husband trying to convince his conquest he wasn’t lying.

“I will, but not because I don’t believe you.” He knew if they were together, she would be sticking her tongue out at him. “I just want to make sure you guys have thought it all through. And most importantly, to me, is that I don’t want to lose our friendship. I would hate for anything to happen that would screw things up between us.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Thora,” he said, “None of us wants that. I’m sure it won’t be an issue. If things get awkward between us, we’ll just have to go back to being friends. I mean, platonic friends or whatever.” He was fumbling his words like an awkward teenager. He rolled his eyes at himself. What was wrong with him?

“I’m glad to hear that, Uri. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very interested. I think Vivian is gorgeous and I…” she stopped herself from saying something, was it about him?

“You what?” he prompted.

“Oh, nothing.” It seemed like she was changing gears on him. “I would like to try it out. I think it could be fun.”

“I agree.”

“Let me talk to Vivian and we’ll set something up.”

“Great,” he said and he hoped he didn’t sound overly enthusiastic.

“I guess I’ll see you soon…” she said.

“Definitely,” he said and they hung up.

More waiting. Damn. He was not happy about having to wait more, but at least he had an answer. Barring any issues with her talking to Vivian (unlikely), she said yes. She said yes. Holy fuck, she said YES!

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“Hey sweetie,” Uri said when he walked in the door. Vivian was waiting for him in the living room.

“Hey babe,” she said. “How was your day?”

“Oh it was fine,” he said. “You?”

“It was good.” She paused for a moment and then added, “Thora called me today.”

“Oh yeah? She called me, too.”

“She said that.” Vivian seemed introspective. Uri dropped his bags and went over to his wife.

“What’s up?” he asked, not asking the very generic question, but asking what she was thinking of. They had been together long enough that she was well aware.

“I don’t know,” she said, slowly, not meeting his gaze.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, I get really wet thinking about having a threesome with Thora.” His heart started to pound.

“That’s good,” he said tentatively.

“It scares me sometimes,” she admitted.

“Howso?”

“What if I like it?”

“It’s okay to like it,” he reassured her.

“But I love you.”

“That’s good,” he said, and then added, “I love you, too. Nothing is going to change that. We could have eight gazillion threesomes and I will still love you and find you sexy as hell.”

She met his gaze then and smiled. “Do you really mean it?”

“I do.”

“But how do you know?”

“Really think about it. Do you really think that anyone else could change your feelings for me?”

“No,” she said and she sounded confident and sure of herself.

“So…” he let his voice trail off and he could see a change come over Vivian’s face.

“You’re right. Thank you, Uri.”

He kissed her temple. “I love you. Always and forever, just like we said in our vows. And I think you are the sexiest woman I ever met. I am excited to get to share you with someone else.” He was careful not to compliment Thora too much to Vivian. He did want to make her insecure. He did like Thora. He thought she was cute and she was fun to hang out with and he was sure she would be fun in bed. But that didn’t mean he wanted to leave Vivian for her. He had no desire to leave Vivian at all. He wanted to make sure that he didn’t give her a false impression.

“I love you too,” she said and she turned her face to his and they kissed. He felt the familiar heat their kisses brought, right down to his core. His cock twitched and he had every desire to take her to bed right then. But instead, she broke the kiss and said, “I invited Thora to come over now.”

“Now?”

“Now,” she confirmed. She glanced at the clock behind his head. “Well, I told her six which is in twenty minutes. She should be on her way.”

“You aren’t wasting any time,” Uri teased.

She rolled her eyes at him. “I didn’t see a reason to wait. We were all into it and I didn’t want any of us to change our minds.”

“That was smart,” he admitted. “What do I wear?”

She laughed. “I don’t know! What do I wear?”

“Nothing,” he said and he grinned.

“Do you really think I could do that? Just sit here waiting for her, naked?”

“Sure you could. You should!” he insisted, but his tone was teasing.

“I will if you will,” she said.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Why not?”

“There is no reason why not. Well, it might be hot to watch Thora undress you, but other than that…” he let his voice trail off and with it, his teasing tone diminished as well.

“You think so, huh?” she asked. She was still using a teasing tone.

“Well, yeah, but it would be almost as hot to watch you undress Thora. And I think it would be great to see her face when you open the door for her naked.”

“Who says I have to open the door?” she asked. “Why don’t you open the door?”

“I guess I could,” he replied. He couldn’t tell if she was teasing or not. She was making it hard to tell.

“I was teasing, initially, but the thought as some merit…” she let her voice trail off and then she stood and took her shirt off. He cocked his head to one side with a questioning look. “Well?” she prompted and he shrugged and complied. He tossed his shirt into the middle of the living room floor.

“There,” he said. She tossed her shirt on top and her bra quickly followed. They both kicked off their shoes, getting into it now. He was wearing jeans and boxers and he was slowed down by the belt he had to undo. He decided it would be best to not leave it in the jeans, just in case, so he pulled the belt out and rolled it up, setting it on a side table. Then he tossed the jeans into the crumpled pile.

He watched, wearing only his boxers, as Vivian slipped her pants down over her hips and revealed pale blue polka dotted panties. With his belt delay, she had even slipped her panties off and tossed them on the pile by the time he had his pants off. “You’re falling behind,” she teased. He dropped his boxers and his erection, which had been somewhat disguised by the pants, was now in full view. “Excited?” she asked.

“Yes,” he admitted. “Are you?”

“Yes,” she said. He slipped a finger down between her legs and she was almost dripping already.

“You certainly are,” he said. He slipped his finger deeper and she was just opening her legs for him to have better access when the doorbell rang.

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Thora Tierse sat on a piece of plastic on a bed, watching. It was all she could do not to spit out the pair of women’s panties that were shoved in her mouth so she could speak. Instead, she sat there, rocking as the bed moved. Next to her was another woman, Rosemarie. The two women had just met that night when Sky Spritzer had brought them together. He knew that Thora loved to be tormented more than anything else. He knew that she would do his every bidding and enjoy it. And sure enough, as it was, she was sitting next to the two of them, watching them fuck like rabbits and all she could think was that it was sexy as hell and she wished it could be her turn. Unfortunately, she wasn’t even sure she would get a turn.

Her arms were tied behind her back and she was getting super uncomfortable. As the pain in her stiff arms increased, her pussy got more and more wet.

She was watching Sky’s cock disappear repeatedly into Rosemarie’s pussy. When her eyes flickered up to his face and she saw that he was watching her. She hadn’t expected that. “Is this hot?” he asked her, and she knew that he knew the answer.

“Yes,” she said through her gag and nodded her head.

He pounded into the other woman while Thora watched. Thora found that her hips were mimicking his movements without meaning to. She wished fervently that Sky would fuck her but she knew that she would be lucky to get a turn.

Rosemarie was moaning loudly and it was turning Thora on immensely. Sky had been pounding quickly but Thora watched as all of a sudden, he stopped. He grunted loudly and he must have cum because his face was contorted with tension and then relaxed quickly.

He sat back heavily on his heels, his cock slipping from Rosemarie’s pussy. Thora couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. His softening cock dripped the remnants of his orgasm slowly onto the bed.

Thora began to moan softly, her hips moving faster, more desperate. She wanted him so badly. She wanted someone to touch her. She wanted her arms free. The desperation was gripping her so hard she felt like she couldn’t stand it. “Please, please,” she was begging.

“Are you begging for Rosemarie or yourself?” Sky asked.

Thora had a moment of panic. She had been intending to beg for herself, but she had forgotten that Sky had told her Rosemarie would only be allowed to cum when Thora successfully begged for it. She nodded her head in Rosemarie’s direction.

He took the panties out of her mouth and tossed them on the floor. Thora knew it was all he could do to let them lay on the floor but she would clean them up as soon as she was able. If they were there much longer, it would bother him.

“Try that again,” he directed.

“I think she has earned an orgasm, Sir,”

“Do you?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“And why is that?”

“Well, she has pleased you, is that not true, Sir?”

“She has pleased me. You’re right on that point.”

“But you reasoning with me calmly isn’t exactly begging.”

She paused, her mind going a mile a minute. What exactly was begging to him? How could she effectively beg for a girl she really didn’t know at all? Especially when she didn’t particularly care one way or the other if Rosemarie had an orgasm. In fact, it would be kind of fun to watch her get tormented and not ever get to orgasm. But that would hardly be fair, she knew. Just because her favorite thing was being tormented, didn’t mean it was Rosemarie’s. In fact, she was pretty sure it wasn’t the other woman’s desire at all. Maybe a little tormenting here and there but it did not seem that it would be something she would want all the time, and certainly not to the level that Thora enjoyed.

“Sir, please let Rosemarie cum. She’s been a good girl. Please, please let her cum, Sir.” She was walking a fine line between a tone that was desperate and a tone that was whining. She knew that he would not appreciate the latter. “Please, please, Sir, please,” she continued, “please let Rosemarie cum. She has earned it. Please let her have an orgasm. You give such amazing orgasms. Please give her the pleasure of experiencing one. Please, Sir.” As the words left her mouth, she knew them to be true. She would give almost anything right at that moment to feel his lips and his tongue on her pussy. She desperately wanted to feel him pleasure her. She wanted to feel wave after wave of pulsing electricity as she orgasmed at his hand and his mouth. But unfortunately, she wasn’t begging for herself and that turned her on all the more. She couldn’t help the gush of her own juices that practically flowed down her thighs as she begged. If there was one thing Thora loved more than anything else, it was being tormented while someone else watched and here someone else was a part of it. A stranger, in fact. All Thora knew about the other woman was her name. Thora could feel the embarrassment of her own desire coloring her cheeks and she focused her attention on begging since Sky hadn’t responded to her at all.

“Please, Sir, please let her cum. Please put your mouth on her pussy. Please suck on her clit. Please make her cum like no one else can. Please, Sir, please. She deserves it.”

“How about you? Do you deserve to cum?”

Tears touched her eyes as she realized that the answer to that was no. She hadn’t done anything really to please Sky. She had just been there, but that was it. She had been his guinea pig with the wax play but that hardly counted as pleasing him. She hadn’t been able to suck him. He hadn’t fucked her. She really hadn’t done anything and trying to convince him otherwise was fruitless, she knew. “No, Sir. I don’t.”

“Good girl,” he said and he patted her cheek lightly.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said and the tears that had been threatening to spill out of her eyes began to fall silently. She couldn’t wipe them away if she wanted to, not with her arms still bound behind her back, but she wouldn’t have even if she could. She just let them fall, reveling in the feeling of being helpless. On some level, she was even enjoying knowing that she was below this stranger who was taking Sky’s attention away from her. Thora knew that Sky cared about her. If she didn’t know that, she wouldn’t have agreed to being here at all, but she had no idea what an emotional experience he would put her through. This was certainly more than just a physical torment, it was mostly emotional. Sure, her arms were still and a bit sore and he had struck her a few times, but her stomach was in knots and her heart hurt and her pussy was gushing her arousal. She wanted to say that she hate it. She wanted to say that she should leave. She wanted to put a stop to the whole thing. And she could. The scary thing about it was that she could put a stop to it any time she wanted to. She had a safe word. She could use it and Sky would immediately stop and take off her restraints and comfort her. He would ignore Rosemarie completely in favor of Thora if she used her safeword. She knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

But she also knew that she was terribly turned on by the whole experience and she didn’t want him to stop. She craved watching him interact with Rosemarie. She craved watching him make the other woman orgasm. She wanted to see Rosemarie writhing on the bed, screaming his name, while she was helpless and powerless to do anything to herself. She wanted that far more than she wanted Sky’s comfort.

And so she hoped that he would take her begging as enough and it appeared that he had. He pushed Rosemarie back on the bed so that he would have room to be between her legs. Thora couldn’t see much no matter which way she positioned herself. She was unable to get close enough to be a part of the action, which she was sure was intentional on his part. What she could see was Sky’s bare ass as he knelt between Rosemarie’s leg. She could see Rosemarie’s hand on the back of his head. Her other hand was gripping the sheets, twisting them between her fingers. She could hear the other woman’s breaths come fast and short. She could see her writhing, her hips moving to meet Sky’s mouth. Thora could see Rosemarie’s toes curling as she neared her orgasm. All the while, Sky was stoic. He hardly moved at all. One hand braced his weight and the other was between Rosemarie’s legs. Thora could only assume that he had his fingers buried deep in the woman’s pussy. Thora was jealous beyond belief but turned on at the same time.

She could tell moments before Rosemarie’s orgasm overtook her. The toes that had been slightly curled, curled more until her feet were practically curling. Her quick breaths became loud moans. Her twisting fingers became more frantic.

Thora could feel her own pussy pulsing. Her clit was practically vibrating with arousal. She felt like the slightest touch would send her over the edge, and probably it would. She couldn’t touch herself though and she knew she would get in trouble if she tried humping something. So she just sat and waited.

When Rosemarie’s orgasm subsided and Sky had moved away from her, Thora could see that her pussy was flushed from the contact. It was sexy as hell and she involuntarily moaned.

Sky nearly pounced on her then. She couldn’t hide her surprise, but then he flipped her over and pressed her face into the bed. She had a moment of panic because her arms were still restrained and there was nothing to stop her from smashing her nose on the bed. He held her by the ropes around her arms though and lowered her relatively gently. He was hard again and clearly wanted to fuck. This was definitely not making love. It was fucking, pure and simple. His cock entered her pussy and he began to pound into her. There was no time for adjustment. There was no pause for anything. He just pounded her. The only brief respite she got was when he pulled out so he could enter her ass.

She felt a mild adjustment pain as he filled her ass but she adjusted as he pounded her. When she felt small fingers on her clit, she nearly exploded. She couldn’t see, but she knew it wasn’t Sky. It must be Rosemarie. Her whole body trembled and within seconds, her orgasm overtook her. She screamed into the mattress and tried not to let her legs go out from under her. Her pussy clenched around the cock in her ass which quickly triggered Sky’s ejaculation. He grunted as he spilled his seed within her and he collapsed on top of her.

The next day, Thora’s ass was comfortably sore. Her arms were, too. She had been tied up for a long time. But she wasn’t nearly as on edge as she had been before the encounter. She had been so horny prior to it that she hardly knew what to do with herself. Now she was able to at least function semi-normally. It was good to have a clear head because a friend of hers had put a proposal on the table and she really wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She didn’t have long to make a decision though because he had said he needed to know by the end of the week. The end of the week was only 48 hours away and she still had absolutely no idea what she was going to do.

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“Please let her cum,” Thora begged. Sky Spritzer just smiled.

“Why should I?”

“Because she’s earned it, Sir.”

“Has she?”

“Yes, Sir,” Thora responded but her tone did not support her statement. She sounded hesitant and unsure.

The ‘she’ in question was Rosemarie Rino who had her hands and arms secured behind her back with rope. Thora was in a similar position but she was kneeling practically in the doorway where Rosemarie was the in center of the room.

Sky looked at Rosemarie and beckoned for her to come to him. She stood in front of him and he kissed her softly on the lips. He could feel his cock twitch with desire. He cupped the back of her head with his hand and turned the soft kiss into an insistent one. When he pulled back, she was panting.

“Do you think you’ve earned an orgasm?”

“No, Sir,” she said, easily seamlessly into being submissive to him. Her small act of submission turned him on. There was nothing Sky liked more than a girl at his mercy. He wanted her to have a good time, but putting her in uncomfortable positions for his pleasure made him happy.

“Why not?”

“I haven’t pleased you yet, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said. He stepped away from her, dropping his hand to his side. “See, she,” he cocked his head in Rosemarie’s direction, “knows what’s important.”

“I don’t—” Thora started but Sky cut her off. He was pissed that she was going to try to defend herself. She needed to be put in her place.

“I don’t want to hear your voice right now. In fact…” he let his voice trail off as he went over to where Rosemarie had neatly folded her clothes. He picked out her underwear and brought them over to Thora. “Mmm, nice and wet,” he said with a wink in Rosemarie’s direction. He made sure to put the wet part of the panties right against Thora’s tongue. He pressed as much of the fabric as he could into Thora’s mouth so that it was just peeking out. “You do not get to argue with me. You know better.”

She mumbled what sounded like “I’m sorry, Sir,” but he ignored it.

“I might not even let you watch Rosemarie and me.” He could feel his stern face shifting into a softened smile. He delighted in coming up with fun ideas to torment Thora. He knew that if he slipped his fingers down to her pussy, she would absolutely be dripping wet for him.

He made a little circular motion with his finger indicating that she should turn around. Her head and shoulders drooped in disappointment but she did as she was told. When his eyes met Rosemarie’s he could see a bit of reproach in her gaze. He didn’t want Rosmarie to feel negatively toward him and he recognized that he hadn’t been particularly good about preparing her for this situation. He went back over to her and put his mouth right next to her ear. “She loves this, you know.” He knew she wouldn’t respond except maybe a nod, which he received, but he knew she wasn’t convinced. “Want me to prove it to you?”

Rosemarie’s head jerked back in surprise. She looked at him with a questioning look.

“How?”

Sky walked over to Thora and gestured for Rosemarie to follow him. She moved closer and watched as he slipped his fingers into Thora’s pussy. Thora moaned softly around the panties in her mouth. And then he pulled his hand out and pressed his fingers into Rosemarie’s mouth. He watched as her look of surprise turned to desire. It was like lighting a fire in her. He knew that Thora’s juices must be gone off of his fingers, but she was still sucking on his fingers. He felt his cock twitch. “Do you want to suck something else?” he asked.

She nodded, “Always.”

He smiled at her and pressed her to be down on her knees. She knelt at his feet, and he took his cock out of his pants so she could suck him. He watched her as she was took his cock into her mouth and he groaned as he felt his cock press into the back of her throat. He consciously went overboard with his reactions since he knew Thora was desperately listenting for any indicator of what was going on.

He placed one hand on the back of Rosemarie’s head and curled his fingers into her hair. She voluntarily deep throated him then and he grunted. She held herself down on his cock and he helpfully pressed on the back of her head to keep her on there. He let go when it seemed like she was about to gag and she pulled back gasping for air. It only took her a moment to get her breath and then she pressed back down onto his cock again. He didn’t want to cum yet but she was making it very difficult for him to hold back. When he thought he couldn’t handle it anymore, he curled his fingers so that he was really gripping her hair and pulled her off of his cock.

She looked up at him with disappointment and concern. He realized she may be thinking he stopped her because of something she did. “You’re amazing. I just don’t want to cum yet.”

The lines of concern that creased her forehead relaxed and she smiled slightly up at him. “Yes, Sir,” she replied and she sat back on her heels.

He gripped her upper arm to help her stand. “Why don’t you go get onto the bed.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied and she went over to the bed. While she was on the bed, he went to a drawer and got a cheap plastic drop cloth out. He knew that neither Rosemarie nor Thora would have any idea what he was planning. He wanted to put them both to the test with wax play. To his knowledge, neither woman had any experience with wax play and he thought it would be fun. He placed the plastic onto the bed and motioned for Rosemarie to get onto it. She did and the look on her face was one of intense fear. He stroked her cheek to reassure her. “Relax, sweetie. Trust me.” She nodded but he could see there was still a look of some concern on her face. “Thora, come here.” He wanted her to see this. He spread the rest of the plastic out on the other side of the bed to make a space for Thora. “Get on the bed over there.” Thora followed his instruction and she climbed onto the bed. She sat, waiting to see what would happen next. She didn’t look nearly as worried as Rosemarie did so he didn’t say anything to her about what he was planning.

He went back to the dresser and picked up a lighter. He was watching the girls out of the corner of his eye and he saw the sheer panic in Rosemarie’s eyes. She was not a fan of fire, which he knew. But he didn’t have fire play in mind. He pulled a box of candles out of the dresser and held them up.

“See, trust me.” Rosemarie looked like she was going to nearly faint with relief. He shook his head slightly. If she would just trust him, she wouldn’t have to be so worried. He lit the candle and gave it some time to build up some wax. He knew that he needed to let some wax build up on the candle to there would be something to drip. It was a white, low temperature burning candle. It would be a good starter for the girls.

He brought it over to the bed and looked at Thora. She was going first. He wanted her to be the guinea pig and he told her so. “I was originally thinking I would make you watch the whole thing, Thora,” he said, “but I think it would make Rosemarie more comfortable to see what is going to happen to her.”

“Yes, Sir,” mumbled Thora through the panties still in her mouth.

“And don’t forget, Rosemarie isn’t going to get to cum until you successfully beg for it, but you shouldn’t beg until she has earned it.”

Thora nodded, “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.

Rosemarie didn’t say a thing. She just sat and watched. He noticed that her eyes were fixed on the candle. There was a drip of wax just getting ready to fall from it. Rosemarie was hardly looking anywhere else. Sky held it up high above Thora, making sure it would be far enough away from her body that the wax would have some time to cool before it hit her bare skin. When it hit her body, she gasped and he wasn’t totally sure if it was from surprise, pain, or a mixture. He didn’t ask though since he knew she enjoyed being tormented so it didn’t really matter. If it were Rosemarie going first, he absolutely would have gotten immediate feedback.

He let another drip of wax fall on Thora’s bare back. Her gasp was a little less this time. On the third drip, she hardly reacted at all. He began to drip wax in swirls on her chest and belly, the drips coming a little faster now. When the candle was about half gone and her breasts were mostly covered in wax, he stopped and held the candle upright.

“Your turn.” His voice was barely above a whisper and his attention was focused completely on Rosemarie. She gave a slight nod and he dripped the first drop of wax on her. She gasped in surprise and pain. The wax was not as hot as she thought it would be but it was certainly a new experience.

“Ah!” she yelled.

He waited a beat and then dripped another drop on her chest. He watched her reaction carefully and she reacted less. It seemed that she knew what to expect now. He dripped a third drop and she began to moan. She was getting into it now. He could see her cheeks and chest were flushed with desire and her hips were nearly gyrating on the bed. “You like this, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she hissed.

“Good,” he smiled. “I do, too.” He began to send drips onto her body faster now. He covered her breasts, and up until now he had avoided her nipples but since she had had a good reaction with the rest he covered them too. She kept moaning and her hips kept moving. He smiled because he knew he had found something she enjoyed he was happy that it had worked out so nicely.

When the candle was gone, he thought about lighting another one but thought it may be time to move on. With both girls having their arms tied behind their backs, they wouldn’t be able to clean up. He untied Rosemarie. A wave of disappointment crossed her face as she was released from her restraints, but it was quickly replaced with desire again as he began to touch her breasts.

He helped her get the wax off of her body, dropping it on the plastic cloth on the bed. “We should probably clean Thora off, too.” He spoke as though it was a chore to bother with Thora at all.

Rosemarie nodded, “I would do that, Sir.”

“Let’s wait,” he said with a wink. Rosemarie nodded but didn’t say anything else. “I think I’m ready to fuck you now,” he said and his cock was certainly hard enough. He had been hard the whole time he had been pouring wax on the two beautiful women in front of him. “Flip over,” he said. “I want to take you from behind.

She did as she was told without hesitation. Her arms must have been stiff from being tied up for so long but she never complained and she never disobeyed. She got on her hands and knees in front of him and then lowered the top of her body down to the bed so her ass was in the air. He briefly thought about fucking her ass but decided it would be better to wait. Her pussy was dripping wet and so ready for him. He ran the head of his cock along her slit, getting it wet with her juices. When he entered her, she moaned. He went slowly at first, teasing the both of them. Then the fucking began. He pounded into her, his balls slapping off her body. The whole bed rocked. She moaned and screamed. He grunted. Thora sat on the same bed, unable to do anything but watch.

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She could feel her pussy pulsing as she walked down the city street with cum dripping out of her pussy and down her thighs. She really wanted to get fucked again, but she would have to wait a little bit longer for that. She had planned the quickie with Quincy but she was really waiting for her play session with Sky. Sky was a guy she spent a fair amount of time with because his biggest preference was submission.

Sky was happiest when he had her begging for it. It didn’t even matter what it was she was begging for. He just loved to watch her squirm. Tying her up was a natural connection to his joy of her submission so they were a good pair.

When Rosemarie got home, she showered and replaced the smell of sex with the smell of vanilla. It was one of Sky’s favorite scents, she knew. When she was done, she slipped on a red thong, a black bra, a short black skirt, and a red top. Her black bra was just visible beneath the top. Rosemarie was short and had an average build. She sometimes worried that her belly wasn’t flat enough or that her thighs were too big, but most of the time, she was comfortable in her body. Wearing clothes like this made her feel sexy.

She slipped heels on and grabbed a light jacket and her purse. She was meeting Sky at his apartment. It really didn’t matter whose house they met at since they both had the proper tools for restraining her, but his bed was bigger and very comfortable. Even though they weren’t in a proper relationship, Rosemarie often spent the night after they had a play session. Part of the aftercare inevitably ended up being a nap and this late at night, a nap was called ‘going to bed.’

Rosemarie was excited, her heart racing with anticipation. There was a nervousness that coursed through her. She had been with Sky so many times they were so comfortable with each other but it didn’t matter. She was still nervous. She wouldn’t let her nerves get the best of her though and she knocked on the door with confidence. Until she realized that it wouldn’t do her any good since the only thing on the other side of the door was an empty hallway. She rang the bell for his apartment, her face flushed with embarrassment no one else would even know about.

He spoke to her through the buzzer and then unlocked the door remotely. She opened the door and stepped through. The empty hallway was dark and quiet. Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she made her way up to his apartment. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. This time, it was the right thing to do and he opened it mere moments after her knuckles hit the wood. “Hi,” he said and she couldn’t help but grin.

“Hi,” she echoed.

“Come in.” His voice was husky and deep. She wanted him bad.

She stepped into the room and set her bag on the floor just inside the door. She shrugged off the light jacket, but before she could do anything with it, Sky was taking it from her and hanging it in the closet. He was such a gentleman and such a neat freak. She had never known his apartment to be anything but pristine. Usually that was okay, but sometimes she was afraid to sit on the couch for fear she would disturb something and he would get upset. She had absolutely no basis for the feeling, but it was how she felt none the less.

“How are you?” Sky asked. They chatted idly about their day. She left out the part where she had just gotten fucked by another guy. They didn’t have an exclusive relationship by any means, but it still seemed to be in bad taste.

They sat next to each other on the couch and Sky slipped his arm around her shoulders. He almost did the classic movie-style stretch but he didn’t need to be that sly. She had no problem snuggling up with him.

He was running his hand up and down her upper arm. She had a hand on his thigh. As they talked, she could see that he was beginning to form a tent in his pants. They weren’t even talking about anything sexy!

“I bet I know what’s on your mind,” she teased.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, but he wasn’t really challenging her. “What’s that?”

“You can’t wait to get me tied up.”

“No, you can’t wait to be tied up,” he emphasized the word you.

She giggled. “Okay, so that’s true, but that’s also what you were thinking.”

“You’re close,” he admitted. “I was actually thinking about getting you on your knees sucking my cock and begging to be fucked.” He paused and the let the scene form in her mind. “Of course, I could always tie your arms behind your back.

“Well that works, too.” She said it as though it were an offhand comment about the weather, but she could feel her pussy spasm and her juices begin to really flow.

“You could go for that?” he teased, as though he didn’t know the answer.

“Sure, I could go for that.”

“Ready?”

“Yep,” she smiled. They did a quick review of safe words to make sure everyone was good and then her clothes came off. He didn’t shed his yet since there was no need, but her red and black ensemble was soon in a neatly folded pile on the floor. She knew better than to leave it in a crumpled pile. She took her heels off so that she wouldn’t be unbalanced if he decided he wanted her to stand.

Then she closed her eyes with her hands behind her back and reveled in the feeling of him restraining her arms. He wrapped them with rope, taking his time, making sure he wasn’t cutting off any circulation. He was careful with her and gentle, but firm. She was ready to beg for him to fuck her now and he had barely even begun, she knew. When he pulled the last part of the rope through so she was restrained, he turned her around to face him.

“I also have a surprise,” he said. A surprise for her? While she was tied up? What could it be?

She didn’t respond because she didn’t really know what to say. Instead, she stood and waited while he left the room. She wasn’t alone long but she felt like she was dying of curiosity while she waited for him. When he came back into the room, he wasn’t alone.

“Hi,” said a quiet feminine voice.

Rosemarie couldn’t tell if it was a male or a female at first, not that it mattered, but when the person came into the full light of the room, it became obvious that a woman stood in front of her. “I’m Thora,” she said.

“She doesn’t need to know your name, slut,” Sky said harshly. He nearly kicked Thora’s knees from under her and she fell to her knees. Her arms were tied around her back just like Rosemarie’s were but it seemed as though they were tied more tightly.

“Wh-” Rosemarie started to question what was going on. Sky had never been this rough with her before. True enough that it wasn’t something she would have enjoyed but technically, the only thing stopping him from doing that to her was her trust in him. She was restrained. There was no where for her to go and nothing for her to do if he decided to be as rough with her as he was being to this other woman. Fear gripped her.

“Relax, Rosemarie,” he said in her ear, coming close to her. Rosemarie didn’t know how to respond so she kept her mouth shut. “Thora, tell Rosemarie why you’re kneeling on the floor tied up like that.”

“Because I love it.”

“Be specific,” he said and he stepped away from Rosemarie to slap Thora hard on the face. Rosemarie started with surprise.

“Because I love to be tormented, physically and emotionally.”

“See?” Sky said, turning to Rosemarie again. “She’s literally asking for it.” Rosemarie looked at him uncertainly. “I know, I probably shouldn’t have sprung her on you like this but she is horny as fuck tonight and I thought it would be fantastic torment for her to have to watch you get everything she wants.”

“Oh?” Rosemarie asked with surprise. “But she wants…”

“Well, yes, of course, she wants to be tormented but there are other things she wants as well, right Thora?”

“Yes,” she said dropping her gaze the floor in a sign of submission.

“Like what?”

“I want to cum,” she said in a very soft voice.

“When was the last time you came?”

“Two weeks ago,” she said without hesitation. It was clearly not a question she needed to think about.

“Two weeks isn’t that long of a time,” he said.

“No, Sir,” she mumbled.

He smiled at Rosemarie. “Would you like to go two weeks without an orgasm?”

“No!” she said with a firm tone.

“I didn’t think so,” he smiled. “But don’t worry, I would never do that to you. In fact…” he let his voice trail off as he walked over to the dresser and pulled a vibrator from it. It was a Hitatchi wand. They all knew how powerful of an instrument that was and Rosemarie started to nearly quake in her restraints. She wanted it, she wanted the orgasm, but she was afraid of how many orgasms he would make her have. With that thing, he could make her have basically as many orgasms as he wanted, or at least until her clit became practically numb from the vibrations. “I think I’d like you to cum right now,” he said, moving back toward her.

“Now?”

“Now.” Usually he would wait, make her beg. This was definitely unusual, but Rosemarie wasn’t complaining. It was actually nice to get an early orgasm. Then she realized why she didn’t have to beg for the orgasm. “Well, not quite right now. There’s one thing we need to do first.”

“What’s that?” Rosemarie asked, afraid of the answer.

“Thora is going to beg for you to orgasm.”

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Q is for quickie, and this story is a little shorter than the others! I also have no idea what I was doing but apparently P just started to change into Q midstream and I never realized it, so I moved about 400 words for P into Q. So if you are one of my very faithful readers, you may notice those words repeated here, but there’s some new content, too! Enjoy!

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He had enjoyed their little quickie. There was nothing Quincy liked better than a good quickie. Get in, get off, get out. He liked for his partner to get off too, but he wanted it to be quick.

Quincy was always busy. He was a Quality Assurance Coordinator and he did professional body building on the side. He spent all of his time at work or at the gym. A relationship was not what he was interested in. He wasn’t even particularly interested in friends with benefits, he really just wanted quick sex. It was his idea of perfection.

On this particular Friday night, Quincy had another quickie lined up. It was unusual that he would have two scheduled in one night but he had already planned something with his friend Rosemarie before Olivia called him. Olivia had sounded so excited and anxious to play, he didn’t want to discourage her. Plus, it did sound like fun, and it had been.

Now he needed to grab a quick shower before Rosemarie came over. He had been wise to ask Rosie to come over to this place so he could still get in a lifting set before bed.

He was showered and wearing a pair of shorts when Rosie rang the doorbell. He opened the door for her and smiled. “Hi, Rosie.”

“Hey, Quincy. How are you?”

“I’m doing well, and you?”

“Ready,” she grinned. She was wearing a long coat that was buttoned most of the way down. She started unbuttoning buttons on her coat and slipped it from her shoulders. Quincy looked on as he watched her coat fall to the floor. Underneath it, she had nothing on. “Damn,” he said. “That’s sexy.”

She grinned at him. “You’re too sweet.”

He waved away her appreciation and moved toward her. He kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back. She moaned against his mouth and pressed her pubic mound against his thigh. He slipped his shorts down to his ankles and she was pressing against his bare skin.

“I want to fuck you, so bad.” He murmured.

“Go right ahead,” she said, but he knew that she didn’t really mean it. She would want more than that. They had been together several times. Their relationship was a relatively frequent one and he knew what she liked. She liked to be restraints. Rosie liked nothing more than to be restrained in some way while she was fucked. Rosie had brought a bag that could pass as a purse but he knew it had more than that inside. Inside she pulled out a set of handcuffs that she didn’t even have to strap on. She could get out of them but for a quickie, it wouldn’t be a problem for such a quick session.

She slipped her wrists into the restraints behind her back and turned back to him. “Ready now?” he asked with a wink.

“Yes,” she said and her eyes lowered so that she wasn’t looking directly at him. She would make a really good submissive if she wanted it. But it wasn’t a responsibility Quincy was interested in. Instead, he was interested in fucking Rosie senseless, with her hands secured behind her back.

She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. He tasted clean, like he had just gotten out of the shower. She sucked him until he was nice and hard and wet with her saliva. She was dripping wet already but it was still good to have him wet also. She stood up and turned away from him. He gripped the top of her arm roughly.

She moaned as he roughly pushed her into position so he could fuck her. It was exactly what she wanted and he knew it. He pushed her over so that her face would fall flat on the couch. Before she could actually hit the couch, he caught the restraints around her wrists and held her. She could feel the rush of exhilaration as she thought her nose would be broken on the back of the couch, even though she knew he would never let that happen to her.

He lowered her gently to the couch and moved behind her. She had made sure his cock was nice and wet and her pussy was practically dripping. He slid easily inside her. “Oh yeah,” she groaned. She arched her back slightly as he began to fuck her. She was rocking her hips in time with his. She could hear him grunting softly behind her, though he was almost too quiet to be heard.

She could tell when he was ready to cum because he got really quiet and his grip on her hips was like a vice. Then all of a sudden, he stilled inside her and she could feel his cum filling her pussy.

“Oh god,” she groaned as she felt it.

“That was good,” he said as he pulled out. He grabbed a tissue off the side table, cleaned himself up, and was dressed barely before she could react.

“Yes it was,” she agreed. She managed to get her balance so she could be standing and she turned to look at him. She slipped her hands from the restraints and slipped them back in her purse.

“Is my cum dripping down your thighs?” he asked, moving close to her.

“Yes,” she said and she nibbled on his neck.

“Good,” he growled. She was already retrieving her coat from the floor where she had dropped it. She slipped it on and buttoned it up. “You are so hot,” he murmured in her ear. He nibbled on her ear and then moved down to her throat. “Can I see you again soon?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation.

“Good,” he said and he kissed her. The kiss was hot. Their breaths were ragged as she walked out of the door, closing it behind her.

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Pascal Piltzer watched as Olivia Otten switched off the bullet vibrator that was being pressed against her clit by the strap on she was fucking him with. Once she had recovered enough from her orgasm to begin moving again, he felt the fake cock moving in his ass and he groaned. Then he felt her hand wrap around his cock from behind. His eyes rolled back into his head and he stifled a loud moan with the pillow beneath his face.

Pascal was lying face down on the bed, his friend with benefits pegging him. He loved nothing more than to get fucked in the ass by a woman. For Pascal, there was something so freeing about being taken this way. He assumed it had something to do with the lack of control. Pascal was a paramedic so while he was at work, he had to be focused and on top of things. He was in charge of other people and of saving people’s lives. It was a very stressful job that required a lot of energy and power. It was a nice change of pace for him to be in a situation where he wasn’t in power. He was at Olivia’s mercy and she was totally taking advantage of that right now.

His physical instinct was to move as she fucked him or to mimic fucking something else, but there was no way for him to do that. She was fucking him and jerking him off and it was impossible for him to do anything about without making her stop and there was no way he was going to do that.

Even though he had cum not long before, he felt another round coming on. “Oh god,” he groaned. “I’m going to cum.” He felt her pace quicken both in fucking him and with her hand and he nearly collapsed on the bed. “Oh god, oh my god,” he kept repeating until he became unintelligible as he came, collapsing on the bed.

As he came, he felt her slip the fake cock out of his ass and he had the mixed feeling of missing it and being glad it was out. He felt spent and exhausted. He heard a noise like someone moaning and remembered that before he had arrived, Olivia had been watching a live webcam and the two of them were still going at it.

While he lay weakly on the bed, she took the strap on off and curled up with him. “Thank you,” he murmured.

“You’re welcome,” she said and kissed his shoulder. Even though he was taller than her and bigger, she spooned him and let him be the little spoon. They lay like that, watching the other couple on the screen for a few minutes and then she spoke again. “I had an idea.”

“Oh?” he asked. Was this why she was so distracted earlier.

“Yeah, so you know I like fucking you in the ass, right?”

“Yeah.” His stomach clenched. Was she breaking things off?

“Well, I had a fantasy where I fucked you in the ass while I got fucked in the ass.”

“Oh!” he said with surprise. That was not what he had expected, though he wasn’t sure what he had expected anyway.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“You’ll still fuck me in the ass?”

She laughed and her laugh relaxed him. “Yes, of course.”

“Well then I’m game.”

“Great,” she said and she grinned at him. “Come over Friday night?”

“Sure,” he said.

The rest of the week he was anxious to get to Friday but he was also apprehensive. What would it be like to have a threesome? Who would the guy be? He had no idea and the uncertainly thrilled him and made him nervous.

When Friday evening arrived, he made his way over to Olivia’s house. He stood at the door, feeling anxious. Should he knock or use his key? He hadn’t felt so uncertain in a long time, but he decided to knock. She opened the door almost immediately.

“Oh hi!” She sounded surprised. “I thought it must have been Quincy. I thought you would use your key.”

He blushed slightly and said, “I wasn’t sure if I should.”

She cupped the side of his face with one hand in a comforting gesture. “Oh dear, don’t worry. Nothing between us is going to change. I enjoy my time with you. You know that.”

“I know,” he replied. “It’s just something new and different.”

“Yes it is,” she admitted. “I’m nervous myself, but I’m excited, too. I think it will be great.”

He knew exactly what she meant and he told her so. He did have one burning question to ask though. “Will this be a regular thing now?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Let’s see how tonight goes, okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed and he smiled. She clearly was worried about him and their arrangement as well. That made him feel better.

“Oh, one thing you should know.”

“Yeah?”

“Quincy’s favorite thing is quickies, so don’t expect him to stick around when we’re done.”

He blinked at her like he was trying to process the information. He knew that the two of them thought that cuddling afterward was crucial, even though they weren’t really in a relationship.”Okay,” he finally said.

“It’s not a big deal,” she assured him. “It’s just what he prefers and I’m okay with that.”

“Have you slept with him before?” he asked, unsure of what he wanted the answer to be.

“Yes, I have.”

“Oh, okay,” he said. He probably shouldn’t have asked. He wasn’t even sure why it would bother him. After all, he had no claim on Olivia or her attention. He didn’t want a relationship with her. It shouldn’t matter. They were just friends who happened to fuck.

She cupped his face again. “Stop worrying so much. You’ll get permanent wrinkles in your forehead.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the spot right between his eyes where he knew his face wrinkled when he was deep in thought or concerned about something.

There was a knock at the door just then and she turned away from him to answer the door. She opened it and a big man stood on the other side of the door. All Pascal could think was that this was certainly a guy who would like quickies. It didn’t make sense for him to have that thought since there was no particular reason for him to have a stereotype in his mind. Quincy was big. Huge. Broad shouldered and muscular. It didn’t look like he had an ounce of fat on him.

He offered his hand to shake Quincy’s when the other man came into the foyer. “Quincy, this is Pascal. Pascal, Quincy,” she said very formally.

“Nice to meet you,” Quincy said and his deep voice was what Pascal would have expected.

“Nice to meet you too,” Pascal replied.

“Well, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s go to the bedroom,” Olivia said brightly. Quincy followed and Pascal brought up the rear. Quincy was already getting turned on, ready to get his dick shoved up Olivia’s ass. She had told him what she had planned for her little friend who liked to be pegged. He thought it sounded like an awesome idea and he was totally on board.

When the three of them got into the bedroom, Olivia started stripping her clothes off immediately. She knew exactly what Quincy preferred. Quincy started taking his clothes off and after a moment of stunned confusion on Pascal’s face, he did the same.

“Pascal,” she said and he must have understood her to be making a directive since he immediately went over to a drawer in the dresser and started pulling things out. He grabbed a strap on and lube as well as a small bullet vibrator. He brought them out of the drawer and laid them out on the bed. He left all but the strap on the bed and visually offered to fasten the strap on to Olivia. She nodded almost imperceptibly and he strapped it on. Then he retrieved the lube and began lubing up the fake dildo.

“I need lube, too,” she told him quietly.

“Of course,” he said.

He lubed up his own ass first and then took care of hers. It seemed backwards, but it made sense that he would do her last so that she was as lubricated as possible when Quincy took her ass.

The look on Pascal’s face was one of surprise when he moved to her ass. “Would you like me to take this out?” he asked and she nodded. Apparently he had been surprised that she was wearing a butt plug to prepare herself for the anal fucking she was about to enjoy.

Quincy watched as Pascal finished up and climbed onto the bed. He grabbed the bullet vibrator and slipped it into an inside pocket of the strap on. Then he practically buried his head in the pillow with his ass in the air. Olivia got onto the bed behind him and pressed her dildo to his ass. “This seems awfully familiar,” she said with a hint of amusement in her voice.

Pascal mumbled into the pillow, “Yes, it does.”

“But this will be very different for me,” she quipped.

“Yes, I imagine so,” Pascal said with no hint of irony in his voice. Olivia switched on the vibrator Pascal had inserted for her and her legs practically buckled beneath her. She got herself stable again and leaned down against Pascal’s body. Quincy used some lube to get his cock ready to insert to her ass and got on the bed behind her. He was erect and ready to take her. He pressed the head of his cock to her ass and she moaned softly. He gentle pushed insider her and her ass opened for him easily. He waited for her to adjust to the size of his cock and then he began to fuck her. They got into a rhythm together, rocking in the same motion, her fake cock pressing into Pascal’s ass and Quincy’s pressing into hers. The vibrator on her clit and the cock in her ass were bringing her to the edge very quickly.

“I am not going to last much longer,” she admitted.

“Me neither,” Quincy said.

She felt her orgasm build and crash over her. She would have collapsed completely except Quincy was holding her up. As her pussy began to spasm around Quincy’s cock, he felt his own orgasm release. He had been trying to hold it back but he lost control then. He grunted, thrust several more times, and then pressed himself deep inside her while he emptied his cum into her.

Then they both collapsed, with Pascal on the bottom.

Quincy rolled over and Olivia did, too, her dildo sliding out of Pascal’s ass. Pascal rolled over onto his back. “That was intense,” Quincy murmured.

“Yes it was,” Olivia agreed.

Quincy rolled himself off the bed and went into the bathroom. When he emerged a minute later, Olivia had climbed on top of Pascal and was sucking his cock. She really seemed to be enjoying herself. Quincy got dressed and gave a little wave to Olivia. She gave a wave in response and Quincy left.

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Olivia Otten logged into her computer and switched on her favorite website. It was a website full of amateur porn stars. Some of them were webcams where people were available for requests and other times it was just a window into someone’s bedroom. She thought it was a really awesome experience to be able to see into other people’s lives. She considered herself to be somewhat of a voyeur but her true love was oral sex. Giving, in particular. She loved to go down on a guy. That power over someone else was incredible.

She selected a webcam from a woman she had never seen before. The woman was attractive. The guy she had with her was even more attractive. The guy was still fully clothed, so they must have just gotten started. She was mostly clothed too, though. Olivia could just make out her panties sitting on the floor of the room. She was wearing heels and nylons, but there was something different about them. The guy had a knife in his hand. Kinky! But as she watched, he switched the blade back into its holder and tossed it aside. Then she saw him pull a piece of nylon from beneath the woman’s skirt and she figured out what was going on. The guy had cut the top of the woman’s stockings off and discarded them. That was hot!

The guy appeared to be fingering the woman and she was writhing on the bed. Then all of a sudden she stopped. “Wait,” she said and he pulled his hand back immediately. Olivia couldn’t see the look on his face but she could see the disappointment in the set of his shoulders. Too good to be true. Olivia could see the woman’s mouth moving but she couldn’t make out what was being said. Usually the sound wasn’t terribly important so she didn’t worry about it being up. Olivia turned up the volume but the woman had stopped speaking. The guy turned and looked directly into the camera. Oh. The look on his face registered his surprise.

“That thing is on?”

“Yes,” the woman said, their voices clear now.

“And it’s live?”

“Yes.”

“Is anyone watching?”

“Yes, you idiot,” Olivia muttered.

“Yes,” the woman said.

“Are you sure?”

“No, but I can check. Usually at least someone is watching when I have it on.”

“Wow,” he said, in disbelief.

“Do you want to stop? We can stop. Or we can go somewhere else. Or I can turn it off.” Her face fell as she offered him the options. She was trying to make sure it was okay with him to be on video. Wow. That was kind of a surprising move. Olivia wondered why the woman had let things go so far without telling him about the webcam. Maybe she was just caught up in the moment or maybe she had been trying to dupe him and chickened out at the last minute.

He didn’t seem to think it was the latter. Or at least, if that’s what he thought, it didn’t seem to bother him.

“No, I don’t want to stop,” he said. “That’s kind of hot, actually. I’ve never done that before.”

“Oh! Good, okay,” she grinned and he grinned back, but he was looking at the screen.

Olivia laughed out loud. The girl had totally just lost his undivided attention by telling him about the camera. Too bad she hadn’t kept her mouth shut, but then it seemed like she had not anticipated the response she had gotten.

“Why do you have the camera on?” he asked.

“I leave it on all the time. I like it. I don’t know.” She blushed furiously and Olivia smiled. She wouldn’t leave her own camera on very often, and certainly not all the time, but she could understand the other woman’s feelings. It was hot.

Olivia watched as the woman lay on the bed with her legs spread and the guy crawled between them. He clearly wanted to be positioned so he could see the camera better. It was proving to be quite the distraction. But he appeared to at least be making an attempt to please her and he nuzzled his way up her leg to her thigh, then down the other thigh. She was squirming on the bed. Clearly she desperately wanted to have sex or wanted him to lick her pussy or something. But he was teasing the hell out of her. Olivia guessed that he had a fetish for the nylon stocking she was wearing. The woman on the screen reached over to her bedside table that she just had to stretch to reach. She pulled the door open and pulled out a small vibrator. She pulled it out on the bed and he saw her do it. He reached over and took it from her.

“Allow me,” he said and she didn’t protest.

He turned the vibrator on one handed. “Experienced,” remarked Olivia. He pressed used one hand to spread the woman’s pussy lips and pressed it to the hood protecting her clit. She gasped and her whole body shuddered but she seemed to be doing her best to stop squirming on the bed.

Olivia heard the door open and she looked at the clock. She had totally lost track of time watching the couple on the screen that she hadn’t realized it was time for Pascal to come over. She wouldn’t call him her boyfriend but he was a friend who she slept with and she did care about. Friends with benefits didn’t seem to quite cut it but she supposed it was the closest term she was going to get. Pascal had a key to her apartment, mostly so he could watch after her cats when she went away but if he knew she was expecting him, he would use it to save her the trouble of letting him in. And she had been expecting him, except she hadn’t realized what time it was.

“Hi!” he called.

“Hey, I’m in here,” she called back, assuming he would be able to follow the sound of her voice. He had no trouble realizing she was in the bedroom and he walked down the hall to her room.

“Hi Olivia,” he said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi Pascal. How are you?”

“I’m good. Ooo, what are you watching?”

“You know my favorite site.”

“I do, anyone you know?”

“Nope, this is a new one to me.” She filled him in on the conversation in which the girl had to tell the guy that he was on camera but that he really got into it once he knew. “They are pretty good,” she said.

“Excellent.” She moved as though she was going to switch the laptop off and he stopped her. “No, leave it on. It will make nice background music for us.”

She laughed. “Okay,” she said and she left it on. Pascal was already shedding his clothes and Olivia began to do likewise. While they were friends outside the bedroom, there was no mistaking why he was coming to her apartment tonight. He was coming for sex. He came over about once a week so they could fool around. They were a good pair because both of them enjoyed the other’s fetishes and were more than willing to help the other one out. Olivia loved sucking Pascal’s cock and most guys were more than willing to let a girl go down on them. In turn, Olivia would peg Pascal. Pascal apparently loved the feeling of a dildo in his ass when there was a woman on the other end. Olivia couldn’t figure out why he didn’t just find a guy to get the real thing, but for whatever reason, he just really loved it to be a strap on. Olivia had large thighs and at first they had trouble finding a strap on that would work for her. Amazon, of all places, had come through with a reasonably priced plus size strap on. It went around her waist without having to go around her thighs.

He went over to the drawer where she kept her sex toys and started pulling things out. Clearly he had no problem making himself right at home in her place. Not that she minded at all. In fact, she still had half of her attention on the computer screen. The couple on the screen was fucking now. It looked like she had flipped back over and he was taking her from behind. His hands were still on her thighs, touching the nylon.

“Oh he definitely has a thing for nylons,” she said to herself.

“What’s that?” Pascal asked.

“Oh, nothing important,” Olivia replied. “I was just saying that the guy on the screen has a thing for nylons. You can tell by the way he keeps touching hers. I wish I had turned it on a few minutes earlier. It seems like they were full length stockings and he used a pocket knife to cut the top of them off. I bet it was hot.”

“Sounds like it!” He came over and looked over her shoulder at the screen. “That’s just how I want you to do me,” he said.

She laughed and pushed him lightly like a sister and brother would do. “I know,” she teased.

“Hey, sometimes I like to be on my back with my feet in the air.”

“Sometimes,” she agreed. “Doggie style it is for today.”

“Excellent,” he said as though she wouldn’t have done it the way he wanted. “Are you okay?” he added. “You seem so distracted.”

“Yes, I’m fine. I lost track of time. Otherwise I would have gotten everything out. I’m looking forward to fooling around.”

“Oh good,” he said. “You just didn’t seem as into it as you usually are.”

“Oh no, I’m totally into it,” she assured him.

“Good.” He smiled.

“I want to suck you,” she said.

“If you must,” he winked at her and laid on his back on the bed. She rolled over to be between his legs, the laptop still showing the couple she didn’t know. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. He groaned.

Then she took his whole cock into her mouth. She sucked lightly on it and then deep throated until she was about to gag. She pulled back, but kept his cock in her mouth. She was in heaven. She loved having a cock in her mouth and he always tasted so good, a little salty, a little sweet. It was intense for her. She could feel herself getting wet just sucking him. Her pussy clenching and her clit pulsing with desire and need. She wanted nothing more than to have him in her mouth.

He was groaning, and rocking his hips in pleasure at her motions. “Oh god, I’m going to cum,” he said after what seemed like not enough time to her. He knew that she required him to let her know before he came. Sometimes she wanted to know so she would be ready for it. Most of the time it was so she could delay his orgasm. It frustrated him but he enjoyed the control she had over him and she enjoyed the power.

This time, she pulled back so that only the tip of his cock was in her mouth and let him get control of himself.

She let his cock go and said, “Not yet,” and he groaned in frustration. She hadn’t pushed him so far as to ruin his orgasm but she was close and she knew it.

“Please,” be began to beg and she took his cock all the way into the back of her throat. He grunted and put his hands on her shoulders. She knew he was being careful not to take control from her, but let her know that he wanted to. She began to fuck her throat with his cock, being careful not to let it get so far that she would gag. “I’m going to cum,” he said again. She let him this time. His cum shot into her open mouth and she caught most of it. She swallowed his cum and then she licked up the cum which hadn’t quite made it to her mouth.

Then she crawled up his body, nipping lightly at his stomach and nipples, and rested her head on his shoulder. After a little while of quiet cuddling, he picked up the strap on and slipped it around her waist. He belted it for her, knowing exactly how tight to make it. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“Of course,” he replied.

She watched at he went over to the drawer and brought out the bullet vibrator that fit into the inside of the strap on. He slipped it in for her and switched it on. She moaned softly. Her clit was terribly sensitive since she had wanted to cum so badly while sucking him.

He got the lube out and began to apply it to the dildo that was protruding from her body. She could tell his excitement was mounting again as he did so. Every time he pressed against the dildo, he also pressed the vibrator closer to her clit and she moaned softly.

His cock was rapidly getting hard as he lubed up the dildo. Then she watched as he lubed his ass before presenting it to her. He was on his bed, on his knees, using only his elbows to support himself so his ass was high in the air. He left her enough room to kneel behind him which she did. She eased forward so the head of her dildo was right at his ass hole. She leaned forward slightly to apply pressure and it began to slowly open his hole. He started groaning into the pillow. He did this every time she began to fuck him. He had explained to her before that no matter how much he prepared himself for her rubber cock, the initial entry was difficult for him.

Once she had pressed the dildo all the way in, she stilled and waited for him. As soon as he was ready, he started to move his hips, first in a circular motion and then he started to fuck himself on the cock. Then she took over. “There’s my boy,” she murmured encouragingly and the fucking began. She began to fuck him fast and hard. The whole bed rocked beneath them. She felt powerful as he groaned and moaned and their bodies rocked together. She felt her orgasm mounting with the vibrator pulsing against her clit. “Oh god,” she groaned to herself over and over as she felt the orgasm overtake her. She stilled deep inside him, pressing the vibrator against her clit as she felt her pussy clench and pulse and a gush of her own juices coat the inside of her thighs.

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Ned Nadal was a nurse by day and a bartender by night. Most days as a bartender were generally very routine. Random people came to the bar, he served them alcohol, they tipped him, they danced, they drank more, the night ended, and he was happy to have decent tips. This was a new bar. He hadn’t been here very long and he had never worked a Saturday night before so he wasn’t familiar with the regulars yet. He figured it would be a regular night at a bar. They were all the same. But tonight there was something different. There was a woman. Damn. How cliche? He was suffering from love at first sight with a woman at a bar where he was the bartender. Okay, so maybe not “love” but certainly “lust.” How many romantic comedies had been written that started out that way? At the end of every one, the couple would live happily ever after, having realized that it really was love at first sight, even though they pretended it was lust. This was lust.

The woman wasn’t classically attractive. She was unique. It was hard to tell from the other side of the bar, but it seemed like she was pretty tall. He couldn’t see the shoes she was wearing when she was up close but when she walked away from the bar, her heels didn’t seem too tall. What he did notice was that she was wearing nylons. He would give anything to feel her nylons. To Ned, there was nothing more attractive than a woman wearing nylon stockings. He wondered if they were full or if they were thigh high. He hoped thigh high, but he didn’t really care. It would be unlikely that he would get to find out, realistically, but he couldn’t help but wonderful.

Unfortunately, she was driving him to distraction. He wanted to make a good impression since he was still new at the bar. But he felt like he wasn’t doing himself a service at this point. And he really shouldn’t start trying to get under the dress of a customer if he was trying to make a good impression. He was certainly new enough that he wasn’t going to be allowed to close up on his own so he would have no choice but to say goodbye to her at some point.

Of course, all of this train of thought was hinging on the fact that she would stay until the end of the night and there was no guarantee that she would.

She came up to the bar again and ordered another drink. He briefly thought about not charging her for it but knew that would be a big mistake professionally so he put it on her tab. Her tab! He looked at the credit card she had handed over earlier in the night. Her name was Marigold Maldonado. What a unique name, just like the girl. Amazing.

He walked back to the bar and served a few more customers but he wasn’t nearly as busy as he had been earlier in the night. He started doing his closing duties when he could fit them in between customers. Before he knew it, it was almost 2 and the bar would be closing. The manager had the DJ announce last call and he breathed a sigh of relief. She was there, ordering juice this time. Apparently she didn’t want another alcoholic drink right before they closed. He served it to her and caught her eye as he did. Their fingers touched and all he could think was that he hoped he would actually get to talk to her.

It felt like five minutes but it must have been more than that because the when the lights came up, he was surprised. A few people left almost immediately. A few more finished their drinks and then wandered out. A few were slow to move toward the door. Marigold was one of them. He went over to her.

“Hi,” he said. What a great opening line. He inwardly rolled his eyes at himself.

“Hi,” she replied.

“I’d offer to get you a drink but I can’t.”

“I know,” she said. “Last call was fifteen minutes ago.”

“Yeah.” He noticed that she didn’t have a drink and she hadn’t seemed to be hanging out with anyone in particular, though she seemed to know a lot of people. So what was she doing now? “So…” he didn’t know what to say.

“I should probably check out my tab,” she said.

“Oh!” Was that the only reason she was staying? “Yes, of course.” He went and ran her credit card and brought her the slips to sign. She scribbled on one of them and handed it back to him. He glanced at it wanting to keep his eyes on her as much as possible. But then something caught his eye. She had written him a fairly large tip but at the very bottom of the receipt was a phone number. “Is this…” he started to ask, but she finished the question for him.

“My phone number? Yeah.”

“Do you have to rush home?” he asked.

“No,” she replied.

“If you wait for me, we can go do something.”

“What do you want to do?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Diner?” There wasn’t much else open at this hour of the night and he was hungry. It had been a long day.

“Okay.”

She waited for him at the bar until she was literally the last customer in the place. Then she moved to the door and hovered there. The manager walked toward her and she stepped out into the cool air. Ned was nervous that she would leave since he hadn’t come out quickly, but he couldn’t get out any faster than he was already.

Finally he was free and he was happy to see that she was still standing out on the street, waiting for him. “Hey,” he said and smiled.

“Hey,” she echoed.

“Ready?”

“Sure.”

“Oh, I’m Ned,” he said and he offered his hand for her to shake. She shook his hand almost formally and then they started walking. “I have a car here if we want to take it.”

“How far is the diner?” she asked.

“Five minute walk?”

“That’s fine, we can walk then.” She smiled and we started walking. “So tell me more about you,” she requested.

He was surprised that she was so interested in learning more about him. He couldn’t believe she had actually stuck around and waited for him to get out of work. Occasionally there would be a girl who would seem to really be into him but when it came to waiting around for him to get out of work, it was rare that they would follow through. He told her about his day job, how much he enjoyed his life, that he lived alone (always a good thing to let a potential date know).

She seemed really interested in talking to him and hearing about his life. He found that she was really easy to talk to. It seemed like they were at the diner in no time at all. They got a table and sat across from each other. They had coffee and food and before he knew it, the clock above the booth said it was 4 in the morning.

“It’s really late. Or early,” he remarked.

“Yes, it is,” she said. She was clearly starting to get tired and he was starting to feel the same.

“Can I walk you home?”

“I, uh, don’t live in the city,” she said.

“Oh!” She explained how she had moved outside the city and she could take the train but sometimes a cab or Uber was more convenient. In the middle of the night though… it seemed like she really hadn’t thought of the fact that she would have no easy way home at this hour.

“I could drive you home,” he offered.

“That’s really sweet.” She sounded like she was going to decline but then it seemed like she realized she didn’t have a better option. “That would be nice.”

They walked back to the bar where his car was parked and got inside. With no traffic, it didn’t take long before he was pulling into her driveway.

“Wow, a driveway,” he remarked.

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I like living outside the city.”

“This looks nice.” Her house was half of a double but it looked really nice from the outside. He put the car in park, turned it off and got out to walk her to the door. “I just want to make sure you get inside safely,” he said, even though she hadn’t asked.

“I know,” she replied. “You’re such a gentleman.” He smiled and then he went against his gentlemanly nature and kissed her. Their lips touched and her arms slid around his waist without hesitation. He pulled her closer to him and her mouth opened to him. They stood, frozen like that for a long time and then she pulled back from their kiss. “Do you want to come in?”

He couldn’t imagine saying no. “Yes,” he said but she was already pulling him into the house. She shut the door behind him and he beeped his car locked before forgetting the rest of the outside world and getting lost in her.

Ned followed her into her house and before he could make a move, she was on him. She pressed his body against the closed door and kissed him. He let himself relax against the door and wrap his arms around her. Her body was warm and soft. She fit perfectly in his arms. He let her have the illusion of control for a few moments and then he pressed her tongue back into her mouth with his own. He shifted and picked her up off the floor. He was able to lift her without too much difficulty and he broke the kiss so he could speak. “Where do you want me to take you?”

“The bedroom,” she panted, “upstairs.” He carried her up the stairs, her arms around his neck, her lips kissing him anywhere she could reach which was mostly his neck.

“Where?” he asked when he got to the top of the stairs.

“First door on the left,” she said and then she went back to kissing him. He pressed the door open with his foot since it wasn’t latched. He gently laid her on the bed and took possession of her mouth again. He pulled back after another minute of kissing and looked down at her. She was truly beautiful, though he guessed her personality had a lot to do with it. Her breasts were swelling under her dress and he wanted to just pull them out of the strapless dress. She was breathing so heavily and looking at him like she was undressing him with her eyes.

She opened her legs and it was clear that the nylons she was wearing were full length. Damn. She’d have to take them off for him to get access to her pussy. But in the meantime, he’d be able to have fun with them. He ran his hand up her leg and felt the smooth material. It was soft and silky, just like he knew it would be. Her legs must be smooth underneath the nylons. “These are so sexy,” he said.

She blused. “I’m glad you like them.”

“I do,” he said and he ran his hands up and down her legs more. “Are you really attached to them?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “Why?”

“Oh good,” he said and he didn’t answer but he pulled a pocket knife out of his jeans. A flicker of fear lit up her eyes and he realized he would have to tell her what he planned. “I am going to cut your stockings so I can get between your legs. I really want you to still be wearing them.

“So thigh highs would have been a better choice?”

He looked at her, trying to figure out if she was joking or not. He couldn’t tell so he decided to just answer her honestly. “Yes, they would have been a better choice, but since I didn’t know you six hours ago, I can’t say that you made a wrong choice.” He winked and she smiled.

“Well, cut away,” she said and he ran his free hand up her leg again. He pulled the delicate fabric away from her skin before he started cutting it. He was able to slip the knife into the fabric and it started to tear. He worked his way around the top of each of her legs and then asked her to flip over. She did, putting her ass in the air and he worked his way over the back of them and up the middle so he was able to take the top of them off completely.

He ran his hands up and down the back of her thighs and then pressed his finger up to her pussy. She was soaking wet beneath her black panties and he slipped his finger inside them to feel her wetness completely. She moaned softly when his finger touched her hot skin. “You’re so wet,” he said.

She grunted, “Uh huh,” but made no other response.

He pulled her panties down and off of her. They slid over her shoes easily, thankfully. He was nearly obsessed with her nylons but he also liked the sexy heels she was wearing and he didn’t want to have to take them off.

Now he had full access to her pussy and her ass. He moved in behind her and rubbed his face on her nylons. If she thought it was weird, she didn’t say anything. She was clearly getting excited as her hips were starting to move of their own accord. He pressed his face as close to her pussy as he could and inhaled. She smelled sweet and sexy and he knew that he couldn’t wait to dip his tongue into her pussy, but maybe he would trail his tongue up her legs first.

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Marigold Maldonado lay on her bed with her laptop. She logged into her favorite chatroom, a roleplaying chatroom for kinky adults. She was excited to see one of her favorite people. She knew his real name was Leo but she didn’t know a lot else about him.

Marigold: Hey, good to see you!

Leo: Hi!

Marigold: I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever. How are you?

Leo: I’m doing fine. Just had a great date.

Marigold: Then what are you doing on here?

Leo: It’s not an exclusive relationship. 😛

Marigold: That’s not what I meant. 😛

Leo: I know.

Marigold: But why are you in this chat room?

Leo: Because I let my date go before I got an orgasm and I desperately want one.

Marigold: Oh?

Leo: Yeah.

Marigold: Bad date?

Leo: No, excellent date. It was fantastic, in fact.

Marigold: So why did you let her go?

Leo: I don’t know. She would have fooled around with me. She wanted me to cum. But, I don’t know. It just seemed like things were going well and I had enjoyed pleasing her a lot.

Marigold: Whatever floats your boat, I suppose.

Leo: Yeah, haha.

Marigold: So what are you interested in tonight?

Leo: I need to get off.

Marigold: So you said. Want to masturbate for me?

Leo: Sure.

Marigold: Webcam?

Leo: Sure.

Marigold was anxiously awaiting the webcam to turn on. She grinned with anticipation. If there was one thing in the world Marigold loved, it was mutual masturbation. Even on the webcam, it was super hot. She loved knowing that there was someone on the other end of the line who was getting off at the same time she was. Phone sex, cyber sex, it was all good to her. She loved it.

It seemed like this was the perfect situation for her tonight. Leo needed to get off and Marigold was happy to oblige.

She saw the screen change and the webcam switch on. She had already had hers on so they were now connected. She could see Leo sitting in a desk chair. She positioned her webcam so he could see her lying on the bed. It meant it was difficult for her to type, but she didn’t think that was really an issue. She probably wouldn’t be doing a lot more typing now that they could talk on the camera.

“Hi,” she said tentatively.

“Hi, he replied and she could swear he was blushing, except she could barely see his face. The room he was in was dark and his face was shrouded in shadow. She had a nice clear view of his cock though and really, that was what mattered at the moment.

“Anything you’re particularly interested in tonight?” she asked. She had talked with him many times but for some reason, she still felt shy when they first started out a session. It was mostly masturbation, for goodness sake, but for some reason, she just was thrown by the intimacy of it. They had never talked about it, but she was sure they didn’t even live in the same area. Probably not even the same state. It wasn’t important and she had never asked.

“I’m not picky,” he said. “You look sexy as hell and I want to see you get off.”

“That works for me.” Her face split into a shy smile and she got up to get herself a toy. She went into the drawer at her bedside and found her second favorite vibrator. Her favorite was probably the Hitachi Magic Wand, but that wasn’t terribly entertaining to do on video. All you saw was the giant vibrating head of the thing and then the girl goes nuts. The end. There was very little build up with it and it was so strong that there was no easy way to tease herself with it. So instead, she grabbed her second favorite. This one was relatively soft and flexible and pink. She loved that it was pink. It had a little rabbit sticking off of it that would stimulate her clit as it vibrated inside of her. It was really a nice feeling to have the extra stimulation. She climbed back onto the bed and into the webcam picture. “I brought a friend,” she said with an implied wink. She was pretty sure he couldn’t see her face that well but her tone said it all.

“Excellent,” he said with a smile. “That looks like lots of fun.”

“It is,” she replied. She slid the head of the dildo up and down her slit getting it nice and lubricated. She was turned on enough that it wasn’t a challenge to get it wet at all. Then she slipped it into her pussy and she threw her head back with a moan. “Oh yeah.”

“How does it feel?” he asked. She knew he liked to ask questions and she was glad. If he didn’t ask questions, she probably wouldn’t say anything except “Oh yeah” and “Oh my god.” Not terribly exciting she knew, but she had trouble coming up with anything else to say. By answering his questions, it gave her something to say.

“It feels amazing. I feel so filled.”

He groaned in response and she could just see him begin to stroke his cock. She moved her head so she could get a better view of him on the screen. As much as she was enjoying the feeling of the vibrator, she was absolutely loving the fact that she was being watched and that she could watch Leo. “You look so sexy.” His voice was soft and encouraging. She tried to give more details, but she felt awkward about it.

“I feel so good. I can feel my orgasm building. I can’t wait to cum for you.” She immediately had anxiety over her choice of words. She was so much better in text when she could edit what she said before she actually had to say it.

“I can’t wait for you to cum either. Do you think we can cum together?”

“We can certainly try,” she said, a little breathless. She realized that it was a super attractive idea to her to try to cum together. How cool would it be to orgasm at the same time?

She turned on the vibrator that was buried deep in her pussy and felt her whole body relax as the vibrations began to take over. It really did feel amazing. She felt like she could cum any moment now but she knew that she wanted to wait. She slipped the vibrator in and out of her pussy, keeping the attachment away from her clit for a little bit to give herself time to keep her impending orgasm in check.

“I am so ready to cum already,” she moaned. She wasn’t sure if he could hear or not but was really talking to herself anyway. In fact, it made her feel better to think that he couldn’t hear her.

“That’s because you’re so hot,” he said and she blushed. He was stroking his cock faster and faster now, really getting into it. She could see the exertion in his body and his shadowed face as he jerked himself off. She had the picture of herself taking his cock into her mouth and sucking him, but obviously that was impossible at the moment. Instead, she switched off the vibrator and pulled it from her pussy and stuck that in her mouth. She kept the attachment turned so it wouldn’t be in her face and she sucked her own juices off the vibrator. “Oh yeah, that’s fucking sexy as hell,” he said and she could see him putting even more effort into getting himself off.

She slipped the vibrator back into her pussy and switched it back on. She put it on full power this time and felt her orgasm building almost immediately. “I’m so close,” she said and she began to moan and buck her hips.

“I am too,” he agreed. “Really soon now.”

Her hips were moving of their own accord at this point. She was past the point of no return. If she pulled the vibrator from her pussy now, her orgasm would be ruined but she would have one. It felt like being at the top of a roller coaster. She knew she was about to go over the edge and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She had little choice but to enjoy the ride down! “I am going to cum,” she grunted.

“Me too.” Although her voice was a higher pitch than his, they both had that sexy gravelly quality as they were so close to orgasm.

She felt the wave of the orgasm wash over her and she switched the vibrator off. Her pussy was pulsing and squeezing the vibrator inside her. Every time her pussy clenched, she shuddered with pleasure.

Meanwhile, she watched as he managed to cum right at the same time. His cum came out of his cock so fast it went up to the top of his chest. He came a lot. Most of his chest was covered with splashes of drying cum. He let it sit there as she watched him.

“Would you…” she wanted to ask something but she wasn’t sure how he would take it. She wanted him to eat the cum off of his chest. She just found it so hot to watch a guy licking his own cum.

“What?” he prompted.

“Would you eat your own cum?”

“Now?”

“Now,” she confirmed.

“Okay,” he said. “Will you suck that vibrator again?”

“Mmm, yes.” She pulled the vibrator out of her still pulsing pussy and stuck it in her mouth. She licked and sucked, keeping half of her attention on the vibrator and the other half on the screen in front of her. She watched him wipe cum up off his chest with his fingers and then suck on them. It was as hot as she expected it to be. For the times they had enjoyed mutual masturbation on webcam, she had never asked him to do that before so she was happy that he was so amendable to it. She pulled the vibrator from her mouth with a pop and said, “That is so hot.”

He licked his fingers and said, “You most certainly are.”

“That’s not what I meant.” But she grinned at his response and went back to licking and sucking her vibrator until she got all of her juices off of it.

“I know, but it’s true,” he said and she wondered if he was actually flirting with her. They had never had a relationship, nor had she wanted one. It was a casual thing, wasn’t it? Now she wasn’t so sure, but she figured she would take it just as that. It would be a flirty thing and she was reasonably sure nothing would come of it but it would just be fun.

“Well,” she paused, trying to come up with something appropriate to say. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He was finished eating the cum off his chest and she was finished licking her juices off her vibrator. Really it was time to get off the computer now. There was nothing left for them to do or say unless they were ready to go again.

“Well, thank you. This was nice.”

“Yes it was,” he agreed. “Until we meet again. I’m sure we’ll both be back soon.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” she smiled. She found that she would be happy to talk to him again sometime. And masturbate, of course.

But for now, she logged out of the website and shut down her computer. She wrapped herself into a bathrobe and went into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat down at the dining room table by herself. She felt like she was at peace for the first time in a while. She had been so busy that it was a nice respite to have an evening alone at home. It was particularly nice to have had the the opportunity to orgasm alongside someone, even someone on webcam.

Now she just needed to figure out what to do with the rest of her evening. She thought about going out. It was possible that she could meet someone if she went out. It was also possible it would be a waste of time. But in the end, she was bored and restless now that she had had an orgasm and she wanted to get out of the house. She lived in a suburb of New York and she could always take the train into the city or even get an Uber if she wasn’t feeling up to the train. She just had to decide if she felt like it was worth it.

After a few minutes of deliberation, she decided she wanted to go out. She went into the bedroom and put on a thong and matching strapless bra, just in case she got lucky. She slipped a knee length black dress on top. The top of the dress was strapless and she momentarily debated wearing it because she was afraid the strapless aspect would get annoying throughout the night. But she decided the dress was too cute not to wear. She pulled on nylon stockings since the air outside was still a little cool. Then she slipped on low heels to go with it and did her make up. She decided Uber was the way to go. She ordered the car and within fifteen minutes she was on her way into the city.

She went to her favorite bar where she was guaranteed to know the bartender and at least several of the people hanging around. She went out on the dance floor as soon as she got there and ran into a few regulars she knew.

After a couple songs, she decided to go get a drink. She walked up to the bar and started talking to the bartender. He was new. She hadn’t met him before. They made a little small talk but it was hard to talk much in the bar. She danced some more and then found herself hanging around the bar more than she usually would on a night out. The bartender was really cute. She was really getting into him. She looked at her phone to check the time. Could she really go until 2am when the bars would close? That would be her only real chance to have any kind of meaningful conversation with the bartender. It was only midnight. It would be a long night but it would be worth it if she could make it…

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Leo Lasko was standing a few feet away from a gorgeous girl he had just finished kissing. Their kisses had been surprisingly passionate. He really hadn’t expected them to be that good. Kissing was nice and all, in his opinion, but it wasn’t all that exciting. He was much more interested in legs. He couldn’t get enough of women and their beautiful legs. Legs of all shapes and sizes. Curvy, thin, smooth, stubbly, it didn’t matter. They were all beautiful and unique to him. So when he started kissing Keyana in her apartment, he wasn’t all that turned on by the thought of kissing her. Sure, it would probably be nice, but he was more hoping that it would lead to more, especially because of what she was wearing. He wasn’t one to push anything on a girl who wasn’t willing, but he certainly was in the mood when he saw the beautiful dress Keyana had picked for their date. He had been able to tell when they met at the bar almost a week ago that she would have nice long shapely legs, but now that he could see them in her dress with a short front, he was anxious to get his hands on them. He would patient and respectful though. He was growing to really like Keyana and he didn’t want to screw it up.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and he meant it sincerely.

“Thank you,” she blushed. “You’re sexy as hell,” she said and her face turned a deeper shade of red. By the look on her face, she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“Thank you,” he parroted and she smiled. He had a way of putting women at ease.

“Do you want to…” her voice trailed off and his hopes rose. Was she too embarrassed to ask to go to the bedroom with him? He hoped so. He wanted to feel her legs, to kiss up and down them and between them. But he didn’t want to press his luck.

“Do I want to what?” he asked and he moved closer to her. He couldn’t help it. She was like a magnet. She practically fell right into his arms as he stepped forward and he held her tightly against him.

“Do you want to go to my bedroom?” He thought her face couldn’t get any more red from their earlier conversation but he was wrong. So wrong. Her face was the color of a tomato. But it was the sexiest tomato he had ever seen.

“I do,” he said, “but only if it’s what you want.” He really didn’t want to push his luck. He was really enjoying his time with Keyana. Even though they had met at bar and hadn’t had a lot of quality conversation before their date, their date had gone amazingly well. They fit so well together he couldn’t imagine a better first date. And then that kiss! It was incredible. He could tell that she was really into it, too.

“I do,” she said and she pulled back from him. She took his hand and started leading him to the bedroom. Being a little further from him seemed to help her embarrassment because her face toned down to a shade of pink. She opened the bedroom door and they walked inside.

She didn’t say anything as she shut the bedroom door behind them. Of course, there was no reason to shut the door since she had no roommate from what he could tell, but it seemed to change her whole demeanor when the door was closed. The dress she was wearing zipped up the back and she took the zipper down and slipped the dress down to the floor. She was standing there in her heels and light blue panties with pink polka dots. It was an interesting choice.

She hadn’t been wearing a bra. He hadn’t even noticed. But he noticed everything as she slipped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She wasn’t shaved but she clearly trimmed her pubic hair. It was a light brown color and looked soft. He wanted to reach out to see how soft it was, but he knew that that would be inappropriate so he waited. She stepped closer to him, and it was all he could do not to run his hands all over her tan skin. He waited for her to touch him though and he wasn’t disappointed. She reached out and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Then she went for his pants and before he knew it, he was naked, standing in her bedroom.

“You’re even more beautiful now,” he said as he gazed at her body. He wasn’t trying to turn her to the bright shade of red she had been in the kitchen but he succeeded in doing so anyway.

She didn’t respond but stepped close enough to touch her lips to his. He wrapped her in his arms and they shared another electric kiss. She fit so perfectly in his arms that he felt like he wanted to hold her forever. He knew he would have to let her go eventually, but in the meantime, he would enjoy her warm body pressed against his. He could feel her nipples pressing into his chest and he held her more tightly. They kissed and kissed for what felt like forever and yet no time at all. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed. She felt light as a feather and she was easy for him to carry. He broke their kiss and placed her gently on the bed. He had set her down about halfway up the bed and she scooted the rest of the way up so her head was resting on her pillow. The bed was neatly made and she left a track of rumpled comforter where she moved.

He crawled onto the bed after her and kissed her ankle. She was still wearing her heels and he left them on her feet. She was so sexy, he could hardly stand it. He moved up her calf, kissing as he went, then over her knee and up her thigh. He moved his face so that he was breathing on her pussy but he didn’t touch it with his lips or his tongue. Just his warm breath teased her. He could hear her breath hiss with anticipation but then he moved on to her other leg. He kissed her thigh, as high as he could without touching her pubic mound and then worked his way down. His kisses traveled over her knee and down her her calf to her other ankle.

He still didn’t take her shoes off but he concentrated on her ankles and her calves, mostly. He kissed them and flicked his tongue across them. She was groaning and writhing on the bed, seemingly desperate for him to touch her pussy. But he teased her to his heart’s content. It was her legs that he was most excited about anyway.

She was rocking the whole bed with her body as he teased her and he felt like he should take mercy on her. He kissed her pussy lips, licking them lightly and she moaned loudly. “Oh please!”

“Please what?” he teased.

“Please, please.” It appeared that was all she could say.

“Please what?” he repeated.

“Please please touch me,” she groaned.

“I am touching you,” he quipped and he went back to kissing up her leg from her ankle to her calf and thigh and down the other side, skipping her pussy again.

“Nooo,” she moaned. “Please, lick me again.” He licked the ankle nearest to him and then he laughed and gave in. He trailed his tongue up her leg and stopped when he reached the apex of her thighs. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and revealed her clit. It poked out of its hood and he flicked his tongue across it. She sighed with relief and began to murmur, “Thank you, thank you.”

He pressed his tongue more firmly on her clit and she began to moan. She wasn’t rocking so hard on the bed anymore which made it easier for him to slip two fingers into her. Her pussy was drenched. She must have been so turned on from their kissing that she was going to make a mess on the bed. He slipped his tongue down to catch some of her juices. She tasted sweet and tangy. Just what he had been hoping for. He moved back to her clit, pressing his fingers inside her and hooking them around. She moaned and bucked once against him but she wasn’t trying to shake him off. He could tell from the slight tremors going through her body that it was simply that she was so turned on and so ready to orgasm that she couldn’t control her bodily movements anymore.

He sucked gently on her clit and she began to moan so loudly it was practically a scream. “Oh yes!” were the only sounds that seemed to form words that came from her mouth. The s came out as a hiss. He smiled inwardly and continued to suck and lick her clit.

Within no time at all, he felt her pussy clench around his fingers and she began to buck against him, moaning and screaming. Her fingers twisted into the comforter as if she was holding on for dear life.

Finally her body stilled on the bed and he let his fingers fall from her pussy and his lips part from her body. He kissed the inside of her thigh lightly and she shuddered violently. He grinned openly now and kissed up her body. He hadn’t had a chance to explore the rest of her body but it was just as beautiful as her legs. Her stomach stomach wasn’t super flat but it was comfortable and soft to the touch. Her breasts were full and firm. And then he was back at her neck and throat which he had enjoyed kissing just a few minutes ago.

He wanted to tell her again how beautiful she was because he truly felt that way but he didn’t want to make her embarrassed again. She looked so content and relaxed and he didn’t want to ruin it. Instead, he kissed her, his face damp with her juices.

She kissed him feverishly. It was like she was drinking him in and he were the last drink on earth. Her tongue invaded his mouth for the first time and he was pleased with her aggression. Clearly she had enjoyed herself. That was a good sign.

She was rocking the whole bed with her body as he teased her and he felt like he should take mercy on her. He kissed her pussy lips, licking them lightly and she moaned loudly. “Oh please!”

“Please what?” he teased.

“Please, please.” It appeared that was all she could say.

“Please what?” he repeated.

“Please please touch me,” she groaned.

“I am touching you,” he quipped and he went back to kissing up her leg from her ankle to her calf and thigh and down the other side, skipping her pussy again.

“Nooo,” she moaned. “Please, lick me again.” He licked the ankle nearest to him and then he laughed and gave in. He trailed his tongue up her leg and stopped when he reached the apex of her thighs. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and revealed her clit. It poked out of its hood and he flicked his tongue across it. She sighed with relief and began to murmur, “Thank you, thank you.”

He pressed his tongue more firmly on her clit and she began to moan. She wasn’t rocking so hard on the bed anymore which made it easier for him to slip two fingers into her. Her pussy was drenched. She must have been so turned on from their kissing that she was going to make a mess on the bed. He slipped his tongue down to catch some of her juices. She tasted sweet and tangy. Just what he had been hoping for. He moved back to her clit, pressing his fingers inside her and hooking them around. She moaned and bucked once against him but she wasn’t trying to shake him off. He could tell from the slight tremors going through her body that it was simply that she was so turned on and so ready to orgasm that she couldn’t control her bodily movements anymore.

He sucked gently on her clit and she began to moan so loudly it was practically a scream. “Oh yes!” were the only sounds that seemed to form words that came from her mouth. The s came out as a hiss. He smiled inwardly and continued to suck and lick her clit.

Within no time at all, he felt her pussy clench around his fingers and she began to buck against him, moaning and screaming. Her fingers twisted into the comforter as if she was holding on for dear life.

Finally her body stilled on the bed and he let his fingers fall from her pussy and his lips part from her body. He kissed the inside of her thigh lightly and she shuddered violently. He grinned openly now and kissed up her body. He hadn’t had a chance to explore the rest of her body but it was just as beautiful as her legs. Her belly was soft to the touch. Her breasts were full and round. Her nipples stood at attention. He nipped on one and she shuddered again and moaned. He stopped teasing her then and just lay next to her, holding her body to his.

She lay there, letting him hold her for a long time and then she said, “Can I do anything for you?”

“You already have,” he said and he kissed her lightly on the forehead.

“But you haven’t had a chance to orgasm yet!” she protested. Her language was almost too formal for the bedroom.

“I know, but that’s okay. I’m just glad I got to please you. My god, Keyara, you’re beautiful. Your legs are just about the sexiest things I have ever seen.

She blushed and buried her face in his chest and let him hold her.

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