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erotic stories (part 9)

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At The Window

Zig Bushing

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Boyfriend traps his girlfriend at the window as she's talking to a neighbor, and takes her from behind.

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As he walked into the living room of their second floor apartment fresh from his morning shower, he saw her bent at the waist and leaning out the open window, apparently talking to Mrs. Smith, the landlady who usually sat downstairs on a lawn chair in the front yard watching the world go by. The curtains were closed and only her bottom half emerged from between them. She was wearing one of her ratty old sweatpants and stood leaning on one leg, with her hips off to the side, one cheek a little higher than the other.

At that exact moment, the way the thick cloth draped and accented the shape of her ass looked very good to him. He thought about how she had looked earlier, walking around the apartment in his old, oversize sweatshirt. Obviously braless underneath, he had enjoyed the gentle swaying of her breasts pushing against the fabric as she moved about.

Without really thinking about it, he walked over to where she was, stood behind her, pulled the window down as far as he could without hurting her, and locked it in position with the anti-burglar lock. She was a little startled, but Mrs. Smith was still talking, so she acted as if nothing was happening. She felt him grab her hips and grind his crotch into her ass. Out of the corner of her mouth, through clenched teeth, so Mrs. Smith would think she was still paying attention, she whispered, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Whatever I want," he said, and she felt him pull away and begin ripping the sweatpants down the seam at the back.

Again through clenched teeth, as Mrs. Smith droned on, she hissed "Are you out of your mind? Stop it!" Through the slight parting of the curtain, he could see her smiling.

"I'll stop when I'm done," he said, and he continued to rip until the seam was opened all the way through to the front. She felt him peel each pant leg down to her knees and slide his hands up and down her legs, caressing her. The idea of what he was doing gave him a throbbing hard-on. She felt him rub her crotch through her underwear, and although she was turned on by the same idea, she squeezed her thighs together to stop him.

With his hand immobile, he began to flex his fingertips. They were directly on top of her clit and she felt this all the way up her spine and down her legs. She clenched her toes in excitement, and then opened her legs to release his hand. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her underwear and dragged it down to her knees, where it joined the torn legs of the sweatpants. He opened the towel around his waist and let it fall to the floor, where he kicked it backwards and out of the way, and began to caress her ass with his hands in smooth rotating circles.

"Please don't," he heard her say, but he knew she didn't mean it. He slid one hand down the crack of her ass and over her pussy, where he slid his fingers back and forth, slowly spreading her lips.

"Oh man. I'm gonna kill you when I get out of here," she whispered. "You're dead. You're dead meat. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, I hear you loud and clear," he said, just as he slipped the tip of his middle finger inside her, paused, and then slid the rest of his finger in. The warmth and wetness felt inviting. His erection pulsed. She rocked her ass gently from side to side. She felt her panties constricting her knees. There was something so wrong about what he was doing, so bad that it made her feel sexy and slutty. She liked feeling like a bad girl.

Mrs. Smith had stopped talking, folded up her lawn chair and was heading back inside. Once the landlady was gone, she no longer had to fake a conversation. She stared up at the clouds as they drifted along. People were walking and cars driving by, so she still acted like nothing was happening, like he wasn't sliding his finger in and out of her, like he hadn't reached around with his other hand, wasn't diddling the tip of her clit.

She felt very naked, even though she was leaning out the window with her big, baggy sweatshirt on. Her nipples became hard. They ached. Watching the clouds drift along, she concentrated on the sensations he was generating in her.

He removed his finger sliding in and out of her, squeezed up closer to her, and she felt the inside of his thighs pressing against the outside of her thighs, and the tip of his hard-on start to poke around her opening. Using his free hand to help, she felt him find his target and push himself in a couple of inches. He sensed the warmth and wetness around the tip of his cock and paused.

He always paused at this point, like someone slowly sinking into a nice hot tub for a long soak. He pulled back and pushed forward a little further, pulled back and pushed forward even further, and pulled back once more before he sunk his cock all the way into her. She felt his groin press into her soft ass. He stopped moving, savoring the sensations again.

She responded by grinding and rocking her hips in circles, pushing back as best she could from her awkward position. The fingertips of one of his hands were still flicking back and forth on her clit. He began to slowly slide his cock in and out of her. Still absently looking at the clouds in the sky, she lowered her eyelids halfway and concentrated on her awareness of his motions inside her. She stayed frozen like this for a couple of minutes, just enjoying.

She heard her name being called. Suddenly jolted alert, she snapped her eyes open and looked down at the source of the sound.

"Excuse me?" she said. Mrs. Smith had returned, and was looking up at her. He continued to slide himself in and out of her from behind. They were both aware of how much wetter she was getting. And Mrs. Smith was talking again.

"I said it looks like you're falling asleep up there."

"Ah... Um... No. Just... day... dreaming." Forming sentences was taking a little effort. She was still focused on his cock sliding in and out of her.

"Well it's a nice day for it," Mrs. Smith continued. At this point, he removed his hand from her clit and slid both of them under her oversize sweatshirt, being careful to stay close to her skin. He cupped his hands around her breasts, and firmly rolled her nipples between his fingertips. Her eyes opened a little wider and she took a deep breath. Mrs. Smith misunderstood the response.

"Yeah," she said. "The air smells good today. Nothing like a fresh spring morning."

"No... Yeah... Nothing like it... Is there...?" She was speaking a little hesitantly. Once again, Mrs. Smith misunderstood.

"I think you got a little Spring Fever this morning."

"I... I guess...so," she answered, as best as she could. He had begun to pick up the pace of his thrusting. She felt her ass shake every time he slapped into it. She braced herself on the windowsill to try and hide any motion from Mrs. Smith. She wanted to fuck back. She wanted to slam herself into him, but the windowsill and Mrs. Smith's attention prevented any of that. She could feel the sloppy wetness of their fucking. Go away, she thought to herself, go away go away go away.

"Honey, I'm going down to the store. Y'want anything?"

"Um... Uh... N... N... No. No. Can't think of anything. Thanks. Thanks anyway." Please, please, please go away.

"Okay, see ya later, dear."

As Mrs. Smith wandered away, through clenched teeth, between his thrusts, she said to her husband "Please... Open the... window... Let me in... Joke's over... I just... wanna... fuck... Let me in... Please."

He slid all the way into her and stopped, leaned forward, undid the anti-burglar lock and pushed the window up. Abruptly, she slammed backwards with her ass, pushing him over and pulling him out of her. He landed on his back, surprised and stunned, his wet cock slapping against his thigh.

She spun around, stared right into his eyes like a laser and said, "You bastard." She pulled her underwear down the rest of the way. He began to sit up, and she leaned over, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down, sinking with him and never breaking eye contact. He was momentarily frightened and thrilled by the look in her eyes.

Still holding him down with one hand, she used the other one to grab his wet, slippery cock and hold him steady while she positioned herself over him. Once she felt his tip at her opening, she sat down hard.

"Woooof," he grunted, as her full weight came down on him. "Hey, take it easy."

With a grin on her face, she said "Go to hell," grabbed his wrists and held him to the floor. She proceeded to slam herself up and down on his cock, as fast and as hard as she could, while keeping him pinned.

Surprised by her roughness, and by his loss of control, he said, between her slams, "Hey... take it... easy...what are... you... doing?" He struggled against being pinned. He was surprised by her strength.

"Shut up," she hissed through clenched teeth. She brought his hands together above his head, pinned his wrists with just one hand, clamped the other one over his mouth and said, "Shut up and get fucked." She saw his eyes widen above her hand on his face. The teasing had been too much. She wanted to come. Now. She kept bouncing on him, grinding her pussy against him as she rose up and down. She closed her eyes, tilted her head down and continued to pound away at him, lost to the sensations welling up inside her.

He looked up at her. She seemed very far away, smiling to herself. Like he wasn't there. She was using him like a piece of meat, like nothing more than a hard cock. He could tell she was approaching orgasm, but not like he'd ever seen before. She was muttering, "Yes, yes, yes," under her breath. She slammed down one last time and ground away at his cock in a rotating motion.

He saw her eyes squeeze shut and her smile flatten into a grimace. She moaned, "Yes, yessss," one last time, took a short, sharp breath and held it. She squeezed his face hard with the hand clamped over his mouth. He felt the walls of her pussy pulsing and throbbing. He felt his cock throb and pulse too, but he wasn't close enough. Not quite. He watched her instead. She twitched as she rotated, grinding down as hard as she could.

The grinding began to slow, becoming lazy circles. Her breathing resumed, deep and rich. Her eyes opened and she looked at him. Her eyes sparkled; her face widened into a smile and took her hands off his face and wrist. She leaned back into a sitting position astride his midsection. She seemed very calm and quiet. His hard-on throbbed inside her. She felt it and raised one eyebrow. "Aw, poor baby didn't get to come this time?" she said, and she smirked. "Serves you right for the stunt you pulled."

She began to rock on her hips, gently back and forth. She was still horny. Not a lot was going to get done around the apartment this morning.

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The Tenant

Zig Bushing

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hum, bond, anal

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They were co-workers, and he was sharing her apartment with her, but paying all of the rent. He didn't particularly like her, but could tolerate her. She had agreed to the arrangements out of desperation.

Debra was in her early thirties, attractive, but had spent herself into a corner with no financial relief in sight. When she was on the verge of being evicted, he was thrown out of his apartment by his wife and needed a place to stay until he could figure out what to do next. He asked if he could rent one of her extra rooms. At first, he split the rent with her.

When he learned she was four months' behind on the rent, and terrified of being homeless, he made an offer. He would pay the back rent outright (not as a loan) and continue to pay all the rent and utilities from now on, if she submitted to him sexually once, twice, maybe three times a month. At first she was flattered and felt affectionate, but he made it clear it was not to be an emotional affair. He would dictate all the parameters of when, where and how they had sex. He promised he would not do anything physically painful, but she had to submit silently. She was to do whatever he told her to, when he told her to. And they were never, ever to talk about the sex to each other, unless she wanted to void the agreement.

She agreed, and he handed her a check for all the rent.

"Now turn around and bend over the back of the couch," he said. "We are going to seal this agreement right now."

"But..." she said, and he cut her off.

"In silence. Right now. Turn around, bend over the couch and lift your dress."

"But..." she said.

"Fine. Give me the check back."

She opened her mouth, paused, and then closed it again. A look of mixed resignation crossed her face. She hadn't gotten laid in months. She was horny. This wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but she was desperate financially. She looked at the check in her hand and then up into his eyes.

"Very good, then," he said. "Now turn around, bend over the back of the couch, and lift your dress." Following a deep sigh, she turned around, put the check on an end table and bent over the couch. She reached down and gathered her floor-length peasant skirt up around her waist. She jumped slightly when she felt him slip his fingertips under the elastic waistband of her panties and pull them down her legs. She felt exposed and vulnerable. She was nervous, but her crotch began to tingle a bit. He left the panties around her ankles.

She was a full-figured, pleasantly attractive, light-skinned black woman with a beautifully shaped full-size ass. He had watched her ass for months on the job. His hard-on throbbed almost painfully. Now this magnificent ass was in front of him, unveiled. He placed a hand on each cheek and massaged gently in wide circles. He breathed deeply, trying to calm down and pace himself.

He slid his fingers along her exposed lips, and stroked her until she was wet and engorged with blood. She gently pushed back into his fingers as he rubbed. She was getting into it.

As he unzipped his pants, she lifted her head and turned to look back. He stopped touching her and said, "Face front. Now."

Slightly startled, she faced forward. She felt him take hold of the skirt she was still holding up, and one by one remove her hands and let her arms drop to the front of the couch. He then took the bunched up skirt and draped it forward across her back, until it covered her head. Just as her eyes were being covered, he spread her lips and slipped the head of his cock inside her. She gasped in surprise, and they both enjoyed feeling the warmth and throb of each other's sex. And then he slowly slid all the way in. His cock felt thick and fat to her. It had been so long. It felt good to be entered again. She felt the material of his pants against her skin. There was something so base about this: the position, the submission, the skirt over her head. She felt vaguely like nothing but a cunt, a cunt that needed to be fucked. He began to slide back and forth. Over the course of the next few minutes, his tempo remained the same but he began to slap into her with every thrust, causing a ripple to jiggle across the flesh of her ass. And then his pace increased. He was slamming in again and again, faster and faster, harder and harder. She felt one of his hands across the back of her neck pushing her face into the material of the couch. The couch began to move a little each time that he slammed home. They were slowly traveling across the floor.

"You cunt. You whore. You slut. You bitch. You whore. You cunt," he muttered over and over. She began to build to an orgasm. "You cunt, slut, cunt, bitch, whore, you fucking cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, " he said, slamming into her every time he said ' cunt' . She came, waves of pleasure flooding through her, and in the middle of it, he slammed into her and stopped, pulsing and spewing his cum deep inside her. She felt the thickening, rhythmic pulses travel up his cock as he squirted into her.

They remained still, panting, catching their breath. She heard his breathing become deep and steady. She felt him pull out of her, and zip himself back up.

"OK," he said. "We're done. You can clean up now." And she heard him walk away, enter his room, and close the door behind him. She heard the click of the lock. Collapsed over the back of the couch, cum dripping down her legs and her skirt over her head, she wondered what she had gotten herself into.

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The second time he made her submit to him, he was showered and getting ready for bed when she stumbled in somewhat drunk, from a night out with her friends. He despised drunken women. He called her name out, and she came to the door of his room with a stupid looking smile on her face.

"Debra," he said. "It's time to pay the rent. Do you understand?"

Her smile drooped, but she nodded. She didn't feel so tense this time. The alcohol loosened her.

"Fine. Take off all your clothes and kneel on the floor in a sitting up position with your arms at your side." She fumbled as she undressed, but soon assumed the position. He opened his robe, let it drop to the floor and approached her with his hard-on in his hand. He was holding a piece of cloth in the other.

"Suck," he said, and slipped the head of his dick between her lips. She obliged as instructed. When she lifted her arms and cupped his balls to fondle them, he said, "Don't touch me. Touch yourself. Spread your legs a little and masturbate while you suck on me." She raised her eyes to look at him, and he drew the piece of cloth across her face, tying it behind her head. She had stopped sucking after the order to masturbate, but his dick was still in her mouth.

"I said masturbate," he said, pulling the tip of his cock from her lips. She held a hand in the air above her crotch, weaving a little with hesitation and alcohol. Drunk as she was, she was embarrassed by the idea. The blindfold helped a little, but still... And then he said, "Do you wish to cancel our agreement?"

She woozily shook her head no, and he repeated: "Then masturbate. Now."

Her fingers found her clit and began to slide back and forth. He was so calm during these times, his voice soft, even and modulated. Expecting to be obeyed. At the office, and in day-to-day events, he was chatty and friendly, but his voice changed when she "paid the rent." She liked the phrase. It was her secret. Submitting was sexy. The alcohol helped her thoughts along. She was getting wetter and wetter, almost oblivious to his presence on the other side of the blindfold, until she felt his hands caress her breasts and squeeze the nipples firmly. Waves of delight traveled through her as he massaged her nipples through his fingers. Her mouth opened as she rolled her clit between her fingers, and she felt his cock slip into her open mouth. She clamped her lips around it and began to slide it in and out of her mouth. Yes, cock, yes, she thought. Her fingers flew back and forth. She felt like a giant sex organ again. A big horny cunt.

"Tell me when you are going to come," his voice said into her ear. "I want to know when you come." The request startled her at first, but the surprise of his voice so close to her started the chain reaction. She felt it building inside her and she sucked and licked at his cock in her mouth. God, a cock in her mouth. She was gonna come. She moaned around his cock to tell him, but her mouth was too full to talk.

"Are you coming?" he asked, and she whimpered an urgent mmm... mmm...mmm-hmmm... The sounds vibrated against his cock. And she felt the waves crash through her body, as he cupped his hand around the back of her neck, holding her head in place as he came spurt after spurt into her mouth. She swallowed automatically. His pulled out of her mouth and she fell forward on the floor, as if the cock had been holding her up. She lay on the floor moaning lightly, lost in her blindfolded orgasm, and she drifted off to a drunken sleep. He noticed she was naked but still wearing her shoes. He dragged her out to the hallway, dumped her clothes next to her, and closed and locked his door. She was still blindfolded.

The next morning he acted like nothing had happened. She was hung over, but she remembered. Sitting with him eating breakfast, feeling fuzzy, and thinking but not talking about it, made her nipples ache.

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The third time she had to 'pay the rent,' he took her by surprise at work. They were in the storeroom around lunchtime. He walked in behind her, locked the door and said to her, rapidly yet calmly "OK Debra, it's time to pay the rent. Bend over these boxes, hike your skirt, drop your panties and get yourself wet." He unzipped as he said this, pulling his throbbing cock out of his suit pants. She turned and looked a little startled, but he glared at her and said "Now! Move it. We don't have much time."

Within minutes he was slamming into her from behind as he held her down over the boxes. She had started to moan, so he had clamped his hand over her mouth to shut her up. The restraint lit a fire in her clit. She was fucking back as hard as she could.

"Only sluts fuck during work, sluts that have to be gagged to keep them quiet, because they're sluts. Sluts that have to be fucked, fucked," he whispered into her ear. Within a few more minutes, he abruptly rammed home, staying deep inside her and grinding as he pulsed spurt after spurt of cum into her. She could feel each ripple through his cock.

When they had quieted a bit, he pulled out, zipped up and said, "You'd better clean yourself up." Then he unlocked the door and walked away, leaving it open behind him. She rose, awkwardly duck-shuffled to the door with her pantyhose around her knees, and slammed it shut.

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Over the last few months, a lot had happened. He had surprised her in the shower and fucked her on her hands and knees while the water cascaded over them. He had taken her at work, bent across his desk when they worked overtime late one night. He had made her tongue his asshole one night after he had showered, and finished by making her jerk him off all over her chest while she masturbated herself. Tit fucked her one night and came all over her face, while he made her masturbate with a vibrator. He had made a point of making sure she was equating pleasure and orgasm with her degradation and submission. He didn't always have to come, but she did.

And through it all, every time he fucked her, she heard the litany of "You cunt, you slut, you fucking whore, you bitch, you cunt, you little slut." whispered over and over into her ear as he pounded away at her. And it was always from behind. And she had gotten into it.

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Dinner started simply enough. She had worked late and he had prepared the food, planning in advance. There were long scarves tied at the tops of two of the legs of the small kitchen table, waiting for her. He had made too much pasta, and poured a lot of tomato sauce on it. He had left the butter out on the table to soften it, long before she returned home. During dinner, when she remarked that the softness made buttering the bread so much easier, he smiled to himself. She had a few glasses of wine with dinner, and was feeling mellow. She leaned back in her chair and declared dinner had been great, and he said, "OK. And now, Debra, it's time to pay the rent."

She had come to secretly anticipate these sessions. She still didn't smile, but now her eyes brightened when she heard those words. She no longer felt threatened by him, believing to herself that he liked her, but she was wrong. He wouldn't hurt her, yes, but he didn't even vaguely like her. He was focused primarily on her magnificent ass, and making her willing to submit. That's why every time they actually fucked when she "paid the rent," he had her bent over something. Tonight would be no exception.

"Stand up. Strip. Bend over the kitchen table. Masturbate until I tell you not to." And so she did, sliding the dishes and paraphernalia to the sides of the table to make room for her to lie face down. She had come to enjoy masturbating in front of him. There was something slutty and dirty about it. It had been so private and secretive before him. Now she felt abandoned and degenerate as she pleasured herself while he watched. He got up, walked around and stood in front of her, his cock level with her mouth, her head at the end of the tabletop. He thought the table was perfectly sized.

Her eyes were closed, she preferred that when she masturbated in front of him, but she had heard him walking around. "Open your mouth," he said, and she did, and he slipped his cock in. She clamped her lips around it and sucked. This was nice for starters, he though to himself.

"Stop jerking off. Now," he said. She did. She continued to suck at him. "Bring your arms forward and hang your hands over the end of the table." When she did, he slipped a prepared scarf around her right wrist and pulled it tight, effectively pinning her right side to the table. She opened her eyes in surprise, and when he abruptly did the same to her left wrist, pinning her down, her mouth opened and his cock dropped from her mouth. He had never tied her down before. He walked back around, stood behind her, spread her lips and plowed in all the way in one thrust. She gasped a surprised and delighted "Oooooh!" and he proceeded to fuck her with a regular even motion.

She came once, twice and was nearing a third time as he kept thrusting into her over and over again. He didn't slow down. He didn't speed up. Even when she was coming, he just kept plowing away at a steady pace, like a goddamn machine. This was new to her. All the previous sessions had been short. It was making her crazy, his fucking and fucking like she didn't matter, like she wasn't even there, as she pulled at the scarves holding her pinned to the table. Even if she wanted to get away, she couldn't. She had to keep getting fucked and fucked and fucked. She felt the third orgasm begin, deep, deep inside. It was gonna be a big one.

He reached forward, grasped the back of her hair and gently pulled, saying, "Lift your head." She did, and the additional sense of restraint sent her hurtling deep into her orgasm. As wave after wave crashed through her cunt and radiated out through her body, as he continued to thrust, thrust, thrust like a machine, he abruptly pushed her face down into the plate of spaghetti he had moved into position, and rolled it back and forth through the mess. The shock and degradation kicked her orgasm into a new high. She felt like a pig getting fucked, like an animal in the mud. He sped up and began to slam into her. She moaned into the spaghetti "Oh god, fuck me, fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck your whore. Fuck me," as his pounding away set her up for another orgasm. She was enjoying her face in the pasta. Success, he thought to himself, and there was still much to be done tonight. He gradually slowed plunging into her until he had returned to his earlier, steady, machine-like fucking.

He liked the idea of a live-in, personal slut. And now, here she was, bent over again, with her face held down in the pasta, as he watched his dick slide in and out of her. She was moaning into the spaghetti. He had succeeded in his wildest dreams: getting a woman to enjoy voluntarily submitting to anything he wanted sexually. Training her over the last few months had been wonderful. Now was time for the final step. With his free hand, he reached for the softened butter on the table and began to smear it up and down along the crack of her ass, and then concentrated on buttering her asshole as he rubbed his thumb in circles around her sphincter. She tensed up, stopped moving, and said "Oh no. No...no."

He stopped. As he paused he briefly concentrated on the throbbing of his dick, and then calmly said, "It's just a thumb. And maybe some fingers. Do you wish to cancel our agreement, or shall we proceed?" He resumed gently rolling the tip of his thumb on her sphincter.

A few seconds passed, and the only movement she felt was his thumb, and his cock throbbing inside her. They felt good. In response to his question, she began to slide back and forth onto his dick. He resumed his fucking motions, and slipped a fingertip back and forth into her resistant asshole.

He took his other hand from the back of her head, gathered some more soft butter, and used it to ease another finger into her ass, alongside the first one. She moaned into the pasta again. He continued to steadily fuck her cunt as he got her ass used to the two fingers.

Five, ten minutes went by as her asshole relaxed and adjusted. The constantly sliding, thrusting cock would bring her to orgasm from time to time. She felt like she was dissolving into a puddle of cunt and cum. And then she felt him slide his cock completely out. She felt a glob of butter mashed into her ass, and then the head of his cock press against her sphincter, but not enter.

"No... Oh no. No... Ah nono... you can't," she muttered. He felt her sphincter tense around his cock tip. She pulled at her wrist restraints.

"I can't?" he said, in his usual measured tone. "You know, right now, there isn't really a goddamn thing you could do to stop me." As he said this to her, he gently pushed his dick against her sphincter, rolling it gently around her asshole but not trying to enter. "As far as I can tell, Debra, I could slide into your ass right now if I felt like it. You know, you're completely at my mercy... if I felt like it."

She tried bucking him off her ass, but he just pressed her down onto the table. And then, when she tried to push at him with her feet, he lifted her by her thighs and held her in the air, but his cock dislodged from its poised point of entry. When she stopped struggling, he lowered her down and repositioned his cockhead at her gooey, buttery, slightly opened sphincter. His fingers had loosened her a bit.

"Please... No," she mewed. He continued rolling his cockhead around her asshole.

"So Debra," he cooed. "Am I correct in assuming you wish to cancel our agreement?"

She lay there with her face in the pasta, her body still tingling from her repeated orgasms, her hair clotted with tomato sauce. Her nipples were tight and hard on the kitchen table. She was off balance and dazed. How the hell was she supposed to negotiate from this position? And then he spoke again.

"If you're going to cancel our agreement, I'm assuming you've managed to save your money while I was paying all the rent and utilities, yes?"

She hadn't saved any money. He and she both knew she'd be right back where she was if he stopped paying. He continued massaging her asshole with his cock. With his other hand, he massaged the rest of the soft butter all over her ass and up her back. Smearing the butter on her was an act of debasement. She felt like a greased pig.

He leaned forward a little, pushing against her asshole without pushing in.

"Well? Are you canceling our agreement or am I going to fuck you up your buttered, greasy asshole, tonight, here on your kitchen table, like the pathetic filthy slut you are?" He felt the tension in her sphincter tighten as he spoke his humiliating words, and then immediately loosen a little, allowing him to slip a tiny bit in. She was trying to get used to the idea. She felt she had no choice.

"I feel your asshole relaxing," he said. "Am I correct in assuming you wish to continue our agreement? After all, this is strictly voluntary, you remember. No one is forcing you to do anything."

She nodded.

"That's not enough, Debra, dear. I need to hear you say the words out loud. Nodding can be misconstrued, you know." He rocked back and forth ever so slightly, pushing his tip of his cock in and out no more than an eight of an inch.

"I want to continue our agreement."

"Very good, Debra. Now you have to say something else. Repeat after me: I want you to fuck me up the ass."

"I want you to fuck me up the ass."

"Fuck me up my buttered, greasy ass like the pathetic, filthy slut I really am."

"Fuck me... up my... buttered... greasy ass... like the pathetic, filthy slut I really am." A little thrill ran through her. She couldn't believe it.

"Repeat it again."

"Fuck me... up my buttered greasy ass... like the pathetic filthy slut I really am."

"I would let anyone fuck me up the ass."

"I would let... anyone... fuck me... up the ass."

"Very good," he said, and he firmly, continually pushed forward in one smooth thrust until he was balls deep in Debra's ass. She had moaned an "oooooooooh" in surprise and slight discomfort as he slid all the way in. He had made sure she was stretched and lubricated enough so it wouldn't hurt. She felt his cock throbbing and pulsing against the tight sphincter muscle of her asshole. He looked down at the base of his cock, the rest of it disappearing deep into her ass. The butter made everything glisten. He had been dreaming of this moment for months. He had won.

He slowly began to slide out until only the tip remained inside, admired the view and then slid back in. He picked up the pace a little, but kept it gentle and easy for now. He reached underneath her and began fingering her clit. She continued to murmur little grunts and mumbles. He gradually picked up the pace of his ass fucking. She was responding. She was thrusting backwards as best she could. This was just what he had wanted. They began to fuck back and forth in earnest. He leaned forward, picked up the gravy boat of extra tomato sauce from the table and held it above her back.

"Tell me you're a slut," he said.

"I'm a slut."

"Tell me you're a whore," he said.

"I'm a whore."

"Tell me you're a pathetic filthy cunt pig," he said.

"I'm a... pathetic... filthy..." She couldn't believe this was turning her on so much. "I'm a filthy cunt pig. Filthy, filthy cunt pig." She began to repeat ' cunt pig cunt pig' over and over under her breath.

"Yes you are,' he said, and proceeded to pour all the tomato sauce in her hair and down her back and ass. He threw the gravy boat across the room, let it shatter against the wall, and began to plow into her ass while he continued to rub her clit. The startling crash of the china aroused her even more. The table was beginning to bump around the floor in little increments. He grabbed her upper thighs, lifted her legs up off the floor and pulled her ass flush to the base of his cock, holding her there and trying to grind himself even deeper. As waves of intense orgasm shot through her body, she felt the pulsing of his cock in her sphincter as blast after blast of hot sperm came traveling down his throbbing cock to erupt inside her ass. She could feel it splashing inside her. She was crying from pleasure, from humiliation, from sheer exhaustion. They held still for a few minutes as their breathing returned to normal, while cock and asshole pulsed together for a while. He murmured a long sigh and pulled his cock out. He looked at her asshole, twitching as it returned to its normal size. He walked around and used a kitchen knife to cut the scarves. She lifted herself up on her side, lying across the kitchen. She looked down, taking in the visuals of being covered with tomato sauce, butter and pieces of pasta. There were still dishes and napkins on the table. She felt like a filthy pig. Cunt pig, she thought wearily.

She looked over at him. He used a napkin to wipe off his cock and tucked it back in his pants. She was surprised to be reminded he had never undressed. As a matter of fact, he was completely free of tomato sauce or butter or anything. He was clean!

"You know," he said. "You really ought to clean yourself up. You look like a fucking pig." Her mouth dropped open as he turned and walked out of the kitchen, saying, "I'm going to the store. I'll be back later." She heard the apartment door open and swing shut. She looked back down at her tomato sauce covered body, thought about the last several weeks, and slipped her fingers between her legs.

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Beck and Call

Zaphod

All Rights Reserved



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MMF/f, forced, nc, bond

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Melissa (an eighteen year old woman) is abducted in a Laundromat and held by two men and a woman who use her as their sexual plaything.

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It was late, and although it was against her better judgment, Melissa decided to wash some clothes for her trip the next day. She had arranged for three days off and would be spending them camping along the Appalachian Trail in Virginia, on the northern Blue Ridge Mountains. It was a trip she had been looking forward to for some time and now, in the final stages of preparations, she was taking care of some last minute tasks. The Laundromat was empty at that hour, and the eerie silence was broken only by the metallic hum of the overhead fluorescent lights.

While loading the washer, she saw the lights of a vehicle slide across the back wall of the Laundromat. She heard the rough idling of an engine and then the silence return as the engine was turned off. Turning, she saw a woman behind the wheel of a small car. She watched as the woman got out, opened the back door, and removed a basket of laundry.

Silently relieved, Melissa continued to watch as the woman entered the Laundromat and walked to a machine. They exchanged glances and a slight nod of greeting.

Completing her task of filling the machine, Melissa sat down on one of the pastel pink plastic chairs and began reading her magazine. The churning rumble of her machine, and eventually the machine of the other woman, lulled her into a sense of isolation. Because of it, she failed to notice that the other woman had left. She also failed to notice the white van that had pulled into the parking lot, with its lights and engine off. She was startled to see two men enter the Laundromat and walk straight towards her.

One carried a blanket and the other a length of rope. Instinctively she knew she was in trouble and flung the magazine at them. She jumped up and made two strides away before they reached her. The blanket was flung over her head and a pair of arms grabbed her from behind. Pinned beneath the blanket, she began to scream and desperately flail her legs. The arms picked her up and threw her off balance. She felt herself pushed roughly to the right until she hit the edge of a washing machine. Pressed against the washer, she felt the rope encircle her several times, and then pulled tight, trapping her arms.

She continued to scream curses at her assailants as they again picked her up and began to carry her out. She heard the side door of the van open and she was thrown in. She bounced against the inside wall and the wind was knocked from her. Gasping for breath, she felt the weight of one of the men sitting upon her. She heard the door slam shut and the engine start. She lurched forward, and then backward as the van backed up, turned, and sped away into the night.

Now sobbing between gasps, her mind raced in terror. She had not had a good look at the men before being covered by the blanket. She had no idea what would happen to her. She was scared beyond words. Her friends and fellow workers were not expecting to hear from her for the next three days. Her only hope was that someone would see her car at the Laundromat and that would alert the police.

Pressed by the weight of one of the kidnappers, she was unable to move. She pleaded with them for her release, but each begging plea was answered with silence. She heard only the familiar drone of the road as they traveled well into the night. Finally, the smooth ride ceased, and was replaced by the pitching and bouncing of what seemed to be an unfinished road. This change in environment brought back the terror that had been almost lulled by the time and the never changing sound of the journey.

Finally, the van came to a stop. The engine continued to run as she heard a door open and then close. She heard the distant sound of a large door opening, and then someone reentered the van. It again moved ahead, this time slowly until Melissa heard the unmistakable sound of a garage door closing rang in her ears. Finally, the engine was shut off.

Roughly, but without injury, the men carried her into the house. Once back on her feet, she began to struggle, twisting and lurching in an instinctive attempt to escape. The arms again pinned her and began to squeeze. Finally worn out, she went limp. Still held by the arms, she felt the ropes beginning to be untied. When finally the ropes were loose, she remained still. She was stunned by her helplessness.

While pulling the blanket off, her blouse was caught, and the buttons snapped off, causing a staccato of clicks as the white buttons scattered across the floor. She felt her breasts spill out and the cold air tightened her nipples. However, with her arms still pinned, she was not able to do anything about her exposure, and began to blush brightly in despair. Her captor pushed her forward and she was directed through several dark, empty rooms, until they finally stopped at a closed door. "Open it." the man behind her said.

The door swung open and revealed a queen size bed, two large stuffed chairs and a small table. A single bare bulb illuminated the area from a ceiling fixture. The room had no windows. A white fitted sheet covered the mattress, upon which were four silk ropes, at the end of which were fur lined cuffs. Two pillows lie at the head of the bed.

The ropes draped over the corners of the bed, disappearing beneath the bed frame. At this sight, she again began to struggle against the hands that held her wrists from behind. The second man ran down the hall and joined in on the struggle.

They forced her face down onto the bed and secured her hands with the two silken ropes. Once completed, they begin spreading her legs, pulling them apart to meet the lower restraints. The short skirt she wore was pulled up to her waist by the twisting and turning, revealing her white cotton panties. Her legs stretched apart and her hips bounced in wild fury as she made one last attempt at freedom. The men lay across her, and with great deliberation finally got her ankles tied. One man reached between her legs and pulled the crotch of her panties aside, revealing her silken hair and thin slit. Then in the dim light, they stood and watched as she desperately thrashed about. Exhausted, she finally lay still, exposed to their sight, and in their total power.

One of the men finally came into her view. He was tall and muscular. His dark brown hair fell loosely to his shoulders. He knelt down at her head and leaned in close to her face. Melissa immediately turned away.

"This will go much easier if you cooperate." He whispered into her ear. "It's going to happen either way. How rough it becomes is entirely up to you. Keep your cool and you could get out of this with just a few sexy memories. Understand?"

She cursed at him, but agreed to comply.

Silently, they took positions, one at her head, and one at her feet. The man at her head placed a pillow under her chest, raising her upper body slightly upwards. She shut her eyes in mute defiance.

The muscular man reached down and took hold of her hair, commanding her to keep her eyes open. Melissa opened them and watched as he slowly unfastened his belt.

Melissa immediately knew what she was going to have to do, and cringed at the thought of his cock in her mouth, probably going deep into her throat. But there was little she could do about it. She could see the bulging outline beneath the fabric, and curiosity took her thoughts for a moment. She tried to judge how big he actually was. He unbuttoned his jeans and again, ever so slowly, started to unzip them.

To her surprise he was not wearing any underwear, and the tip of his prick slowly came into view, only inches away. She could almost feel the heat radiating from his organ. He stopped before it was completely released and told her to look at him. Straining her head, Melissa looked up into his eyes. Her mind was focusing on getting out alive. In the back of her mind, she hung onto the hope of her car being found and help being on its way. If she went along, she reasoned she might just survive this experience.

The man took hold of both sides of her head. "Suck Me." he said. She stared for a moment longer, acknowledging his control and then lowered her head. Staring straight at the twitching bulbous cock head, she began to slide her tongue and lips over the soft skin, feeling it fill her mouth and tasting the musk.

He sighed and thrust forward, moving the head deeper within her mouth until it touched her palette. She continued to swirl her tongue around the sensitive rim. Her own slurping and sucking noises filled her ears, as all else in the room was silent. He ran his fingers through her hair in an almost loving manner as she became more and more accustomed to his presence in her mouth. Melissa found that she had enough slack in the silken ropes to support herself on her elbows, and re-positioned herself, feeling more comfortable with less of a strain on her neck.

The muscular man's hips began a gentle thrusting motion, sliding the head just to her lips and then deep into her mouth again. Melissa picked up the rhythm of the movement and began to suck hard just as he is reached the edge of her lips, drawing him in hard as he began the counter motion. She was determined to make him cum as quickly as possible to end this degradation. Pulling out of her mouth for a moment, he reached down and pulled the zipper completely open, allowing the full seven inches to spill out of his pants. He stepped back from the bed and pulled his pants completely off.

From her position, his cock was directly at eye level, and Melissa saw his firm length pointing straight at her. She could barely see the faint image of his balls in the shadows as they hung low behind and beneath the wide and long shaft. Her saliva glistened along the first few inches of his cock and she unconsciously licked her lips in sympathetic response.

He returned to the bed and stood before her. She opened her mouth as the tip moved closer. When they finally met, Melissa instinctively moved her head closer, to bring more of him into her mouth.

At the other end of the bed, the other man moved onto the mattress. He dropped between her legs and stared intently at her pussy and asshole peeking out from the gathered fabric of panties. A salty aroma of perspiration from her struggles filled his nostrils and he leaned in closer to better see and smell her.

Melissa's hips were rocking slightly from the motion of the blowjob, and the sight was extremely erotic. Her juices had gathered at the edges of her pussy lips from the involuntary lust that was building in her.

The man reached forward and gently slid his fingertips across and up into her pussy lips. At the first touch, she moaned, and instinctively ground her hips against his long firm fingers. He slid one finger into her pink opening and swirled it about, probing every inch of her soft, warm interior.

Melissa groaned and pushed harder against his probing finger. The man removed his finger and brought it to his lips. He delighted in the sweet but salty taste, and his cock grew harder at her flavor.

The fellow at the bottom of the bed slid off to the right and took hold the silk rope. He released a foot or so of the rope, slid over and did the same to the left. He returned to his original position and took hold of Melissa's hips. He began to raise them. She understood what he was trying to do and pulled herself up to her knees. From the rear, the man enjoyed the sight of her raised buttocks directed towards him. He reached into his pants pocket and removed a small pocketknife. Carefully, he gathered the crotch of her panties, slid the knife through and cut away at the fabric. It fell away allowing full view to her open flesh. He took the opportunity to slide a knuckle against the partially open lips and Melissa sighed at his touch. Leaning back, he unfastened her skirt and pulled it off. By hand he ripped away the last vestiges of her white panties, until she was completely naked to his gaze. Her wet pussy beckoned to him. He leaned in close, just barely touching the skin with his breath.

The man in her mouth began to feel the pressure of his cum. He has placed his hand at the base of his prick and stroked himself in and out of her mouth. Melissa picked up the cadence and matched his moves with her lips and tongue. She found that her left hand had more freedom than her right, and by a little stretching; she could reach his balls with her fingers. She rubbed them between her fingers, feeling the warmth and hearing his groans from the pleasure.

Melissa felt a warm breeze waft across the bare wet flesh behind her. She realized it was the breath of the other captor. Melissa froze in anticipation of his first touch. He hesitated, mesmerized by the soft pink wet skin of her pussy seemingly inviting his tongue to caress it.

Finally, he reached out with his tongue and made contact with the sweet skin right at the sensitive spot between her pussy and her anus. His tongue slid up and down, never penetrating either orifice. Melissa pushed back and ground her open pussy against the slippery probe he offered. He placed his lips over her labia and drew them in, running his tongue over the entrapped skin. He let his teeth gently rub against them, causing friction on the soft sensitive flesh. Sliding his whole mouth up her slit, he sucked her isolated and sucked her clitoris.

For a moment, Melissa could feel the pleasure the cock in her mouth was enjoying. These lips on her clit were sucking the tiny nub as though it were a tiny penis. His tongue slid over and over her, occasionally stop-ping to allow his lips to pull and suck her clit.

No one had ever done this to her before and she was lost in the ecstasy. Her body twitched as she moaned in delight. Her lover continued to suck and lick her pussy until she had to release the cock in her mouth and cry out in delight. However, before she could cum, he removed his lips from her pussy and leaned back to admire the fluid dripping out of her.

Melissa regained her composure and took the cock back into her mouth. By now, the man was very nearly ready to cum, and he told her so. Melissa sucked harder on his cock, trying to draw out the salty liquid from his balls. But suddenly he pulled from her mouth in a single quick motion. Then Melissa understood why.

The unmistakable sound of the garage door opening came from beyond the room. From behind her, the man who has been licking her pussy moved from the bed and left the room. He quietly closed the door behind him.

The man at her head placed a finger to his lips and motioned for her to remain silent. Melissa lowered herself to the mattress and remained still, suddenly reminded of just where she was. Also disappointed at being interrupted at a moment of near orgasm.

Melissa heard a single set of footsteps make their way up the hall. Then she heard the door open again.

Melissa did not look for fear of who, or how many had entered.

There was a moment of silence and then Melissa heard the man at her head ask, "Did you bring her car?"

"Yes," replied a woman's voice. "I got her clothes from the washer too. Nobody will know she ever had trouble."

Spinning her head around on the bed, Melissa saw the other woman. She recognized her as the woman who had been at the Laundromat. She was smiling, looking first at Melissa's bare body, and finally at her face.

"Now she looks good," the woman said, with just a hint of a Southern accent. "You boys just keep on doing what you were doing. I'm just going to watch for a while."

The man at her legs returned to the bed. He placed a hand on each buttock and kneaded the flesh. Firmly he spread her cheeks apart. Talking to the other woman, he asked. "Tell me, baby, what should I do?"

"Put your mouth on her pussy, and put your tongue inside, real deep." she answered. "Wait, hold on," she added, "I want to see her face." The woman rose and moved the large stuffed chair from the far end of the room so that it was in front of Melissa. "Yeah," she said, "that's better. I want to watch her face when she cums."

Melissa watched as she made herself comfortable. The woman kicked off her tennis shoes, and unbuttoned the jeans. Looking directly into Melissa's eyes, she peeled them off. Revealing a black g-string. The tee shirt was long enough to cover the top of her g-string, and before sitting down, she removed them both in a mock burlesque. Then she sat down onto the chair, letting her left leg hang over the arm of the cushioned chair. A small area of dark hair topped her partially exposed pussy, but her slit was shaved bare. When the woman was settled in, she spoke again. "All right, now lick her."

Melissa felt the man's tongue return to her pussy and probe deep inside. The appearance of the woman, who seemed to suddenly be in control, was a twist that added excitement to the experience. She almost felt safer with the woman there. Sub-consciously she knew that was not necessarily true, but her conscious mind was now dealing with the exquisite feelings from behind her, and was scrambling to ease her fears so she could enjoy it.

"You, come here." the woman spoke, motioning to the man who had been at Melissa's head. Obediently, he walked over to her and stood beside her. She reached out and placed her hand on his semi-hard prick, wrapping her fingers around it. She stroked it a few times, turned her head and placed it in her mouth. She drew him deep within her, taking almost all of it in, and then shaking her head back and forth, causing him to cry out in delight. Then she slid her head back and looked back over to Melissa. She smiled. "Aren't these great?" she asked Melissa.

Melissa didn't speak, but sighed at the movement of the man's tongue that was now squirming inside her. She felt him place his finger on her clitoris and begin to slowly grind against it. With each rotation, her hips thrust against the movement, trying to prolong the extreme pleasure as he slid the flesh back and forth against it. Her hands took hold of the ropes and she lowered her upper body, raising her buttocks even further in the motion. The man brought his tongue to her anal opening and began to lightly flick his tongue across the tender flesh. Two of his fingers slid into her pussy and began an in-and-out motion. Melissa felt the pressure return as her orgasm made it's way from deep within her body. She cried out in regular moans as the man's fingers began to twirl around within her.

"Yeah, baby, that's it," the woman from the chair called out to Melissa as she stroked the man's hard prick and fondled his balls. "Cum for me, baby, cum for me."

Melissa answered by rolling her head from side to side and loudly groaning as the orgasm shook lose from her body and splashed onto the man's face.

After Melissa's shudders subsided, the woman rose from her chair and moved behind her. She heard the woman's voice say to the man behind her "Hold her open, let me see." She felt her legs being opened a little further as his hands pushed against her naked thighs. His fingers slowly slid upwards to her opening until he reached the joining of her thighs. She moaned as they slid against the extremely sensitive skin, teasing them apart. Then he slid two fingers from each hand into her pussy and drew her open, as if she were being examined. Melissa was both embarrassed and turned on by being so exposed. She felt his fingers move slightly in and out of the opening. Melissa groaned at the way it made her feel. The woman spoke again. "How does it feel?" she asked the man, "Like mine?"

"Yeah," he answered, "Real wet, like yours." He looked down at Melissa's pussy and then up to the woman, "Want to taste?"

Looking straight into Melissa's eyes, the woman gently slid two fingers into the wide entrance of Melissa's pink opening. She swirled them around the wet cavity, making Melissa groan at the welcome intrusion. Then the woman withdrew her fingers and drew them up in front of her face. The clear shiny liquid strung out in glistening strands as the woman separated her fingers, almost playing with the passion from Melissa's pussy. Smiling at Melissa, she slowly slid the sticky wet fingers into her mouth. She cooed at the sweet taste. Removing them from her mouth, she spoke "Let's see if it tastes like mine."

The woman spread her own legs apart and placed her fingers at her own crotch. She slid them around for a moment and then slipped her middle finger and index fingers in the cleanly shaved opening. A moment later she withdrew them, played with a similar strand of liquid between the fingers and slid them into her own mouth. She swirled her tongue around the fingers and look abstractly up, as if comparing vintages of wine.

Taking them from her mouth she smiled at Melissa and said. "Pretty close. I guess cum is cum, huh?"

Melissa smiled back, momentarily forgetting she was supposed to be afraid.

The woman spoke again to Melissa. "I want to watch him fuck you." Tipping her head to one side and in a girlish voice she asked, "Would that be all right with you?" She continued, "In fact, I want to help."

Melissa didn't answer. She returned her head to look forward at the empty chair and the man with the hard prick standing next to it.

Melissa felt a hand holding her pussy lips apart and the fingers of another hand rub up and down against her opening. A finger slipped in again. The woman spoke again, this time to the man standing next to her. "Give me your cock. Yeah, that's it."

The woman removed her finger from Melissa and spread the wetness over the tip of his prick. Melissa heard him groan as the woman grasped and pulled at his length.

"OK," the woman said. "Let's fuck." Keeping her hand on his prick, the woman guided it to Melissa's pussy. She rubbed it up and down the crack, making it slicker with each pass. Finally, Melissa yelped as the woman placed it at her opening and began to slide it in. Using it like a dildo, the woman pushed it in and out of Melissa, making her call out with each thrust.

Instinctively, Melissa began to meet the motions with those of her own. The woman occasionally took the cock out and sucked on it, again tasting Melissa's juices. Then she would again push it into the captive woman.

"Do you like this?" the woman asked.

"Yes, oh yes," Melissa answered, mostly out of unconscious response. This had transformed itself from abduction to an erotic bondage. Melissa no longer felt in danger. She simply wanted to continue to be fucked by the man, and spoken to by the woman in control.

"How about this?" the woman again asked.

Melissa felt a finger slide over her clitoris and rub against the sensitive flesh. The woman took the stiff nub of flesh between her fingers and moved it back and forth, sometimes gently twisting, sometimes gently tugging.

This feeling was new to Melissa, as no one had ever paid this kind of attention to that special spot. She shuddered as a small orgasm quickly ran through her body. The hard prick continued to slide in and out, under the direct manual control of the woman. Across the room, the man had begun to rub his hand over his cock, jerking off a few feet away from her. He stepped closer and Melissa opened her lips, inviting him to slide his prick into her waiting mouth. He held it just within reach and she began to lick the muscled shaft, alternately sucking the head and licking the length.

"That's nice," the woman spoke out. "That's the spirit. Does he taste good in your mouth my little darling?"

All Melissa could do was moan out a positive sound as the prick now deeply placed in her mouth prevented her from speaking. Melissa felt some movement from behind her as someone changed positions. Releasing the prick in her mouth, Melissa again turned her head to see what had happened. From her position, she could see that the woman had lain down on her back, with her head directly below and between the man's legs. Not sure of what was happening, but certain it would feel good, Melissa turned again to the wet, hard prick before her. She again took it in her mouth and sucked the man back into groans of delight.

From her new position, the woman could watch closely as the cock slid in and out of Melissa's pink wet pussy. His balls swayed over her face and she let her tongue reach upward, tracing a line of pleasure across them. The new feeling made him groan louder, and he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Melissa responded to the new pace by sucking the prick in her mouth even harder. The standing man threw his head back and stroked the base of his cock as he held it in place in her warm and wet mouth.

Taking advantage of her position, the woman moved her left hand up between the man's legs and slid a finger up to Melissa's opening. She again began to rub Melissa's clitoris. Using her other hand, she began to rub her own clit as well. Within a moment, both she and Melissa were cumming, loudly and repeatedly. The sounds of both woman cumming and the sight of their naked bodies thrashing in the throes of ecstasy were more than both men could take, and they too were overcome by scream filled orgasms.

Minutes passed as the whole group twitched in the after shocks.

The woman finally spoke, "I think she has the idea. You can untie her now."

The man in front of her untied the bonds and gently rubbed her wrists.

Rolling over onto her back, Melissa looked up at the woman and man who had been behind her. They stood, smiling at her. Melissa, still a little afraid, but also still turned on, wondered what was next.

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Honor Student

by Voisard d'Orleans

All Rights Reserved



I teach English literature at a small college on the west coast. The school itself is rather traditional, with large oaks and brick buildings covered with ivy. My class-load is small; we have a student to teacher ratio of about 15-1. Because of the small class size, the instruction is intensely personal and informal.

Victorian literature is one of my favorite classes. I teach the Romantics--Wordsworth, Byron, Shelley and Keats--during the first semester. Invariably, there is a student or two who stand out in every class, and this year was no exception. One student, a freshman from the midwest, sat in the front row and soon was one of my adoring fans. Actually, the feeling was mutual.

She was Italian, with long black hair and brown eyes that seemed much too big for the classroom. When I stood before my classroom, those eyes were all I saw. The other students were background.

On Friday nights, I like to have informal poetry meetings at my house. I live two blocks off campus in one of those homes with the large covered porches in front. Sometimes I would have poets come to give readings, sometimes the students would read their own poems, and sometimes I would read one of mine or something from Samuel Coleridge.

Madeleine--the Italian girl--always attended our poetry sessions. She dressed for these meetings quite differently than she did at school--she wore short skirts and low-cut dresses instead of jeans and casual tops. I could not keep my eyes from her. While someone would read a poem, my eyes would follow her neck down to her shoulders and then admire the rounded breasts that always seemed half exposed. I would imagine her nipples, dark and small, and she would look up and catch me staring at her.

One night during a reading, she uncrossed her legs and stared straight into my face. I noticed at once she wasn't wearing panties. I blushed because I was caught off-guard--should I look at her beautiful eyes or should I look at her pussy? I was sure her pussy was hairless. I looked away and when I looked back, she was smiling, obviously pleased with my discomfort.

She stayed afterwards, offering to help me clear the dishes and straighten the house. We were alone, and as we quickly worked, I recited some of my favorite verses to her. "What thou art, we know not; what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see as from thy presence showers a rain of melody."

Madeleine told me how much she liked it when I read to her this poetry from memory. I sat on a deep chair, and to my surprise, she sat on my lap and asked me to recite more poetry to her.

"Teach me half the gladness that thy brain must know, such harmonious madness from they lips would flow the world should listen then as I am listening now." Madeleine rested her head on my shoulders. I rested my hand on her thigh. As we talked, my hand inched closer and closer to her pussy. She started nibbling on my ear as my fingers finally gained purchase of her nether lips.

Her pussy was indeed smooth as a baby.

I dipped my finger into her wetness and lubricated her lips until her clitoris stood out like a golden star. I circled her clit with her wetness, then punished it with my thumb. Madeleine squirmed in my lap and whispered back to me, "I love snow and all the forms of the radiant frost." I recognized the passage and recited the next line: "I love the waves, and winds, and storms." I was surprised by the intensity of her orgasm.

There are strict rules at my college about professors and their students. Still, I couldn't help myself. Madeleine's hand was inside my pants grasping my cock with dainty, passion winged fingers. I unbuttoned her blouse and she took my cock out of my pants. She turned to face me, and I slid into her warm pussy. She rocked slowly in my lap as my fingers played with the kindling buds of her nipples.

Soon my delight was flown inside of her. It was such loveliness to look into her Italian eyes as my aerial ejaculation overcame my other senses. We whispered back and forth poems of our own making, impromptu words of passion and murmur.

Madeleine says she will take second semester with me too. I can hardly wait to tell her about Browning and Bronte and George Merdith. "We saw the swallows gathering in the sky."

O princely heart.

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African Gangbanged Bride
by Wife Watcher (wifwat@excite.com)

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A teenage bride gets to experience native life up close
and personal on a trip to Africa with her Anthologist
husband. (M+/F, wife, intr, gangbang)

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The first time that I ever had a black cock was when I
was 18 and on a trip to Africa with my new husband Ben.
We were on the 2nd week of our Honeymoon when one night
in the hotel bar, Ben, my husband who is an
anthropologist and is 43 years old, was talking to a
group of old black men about their tribes and customs
etcetera.

It was very warm, no, very HOT. So I was wearing a
bikini top and mini-skirt, no panties or stockings as I
was longing for a cool breeze to waft up between my
legs and cool me off. I was having a miserable time
just hanging around waiting for Ben and drinking when
this really gorgeous African man came over and
introduced himself to me. He told me his name which I
couldn't pronounce but it sounded a bit like George, so
that's what I called him.

We talked and danced for a couple of hours and as I'd
had a few drinks, I didn't object when his hands
started to roam, squeezing my bottom and playing with
my breasts. I was actually enjoying it as Ben had been
neglecting me a bit. Being on Honeymoon, I thought that
we would be having sex night and day but maybe because
Ben is so much older than I am, we had only done it 3
times in 9 days.

Then George asked me to go outside for some air. I was
going to tell my husband that I'd be right back but he
was so engrossed in talking that he hadn't even noticed
me dancing never mind notice me going outside with a
tall black African.

The store, the church and the hotel were the only solid
wooden structures there. The only other buildings were
grass huts. That is except for a small wooden barn that
we found when he took me around to the back of the
hotel. He was kissing me and I was really drunk and
just having an awesome time kissing him back as I was
being groped by this very handsome and exotic, black
man.

We went into the barn and lay down on the straw. I
slipped my bikini top down and let him suck and squeeze
my breasts. My legs were spread and he was between
them. I knew what was happening when I felt his hard
cock brushing along my inner thigh; and I loved it.

I was longing to feel his cock start to penetrate me. I
remember it felt really good as it slipped inside. He
was kissing me and pumping his lovely cock into me. I
was just moaning and holding on. It was very warm and
steamy in the small barn and we both were sweating and
breathing heavy as we kissed and rubbed and fucked. I
was very close to having an orgasm when I opened my
eyes and looked over his shoulder to see three
tribesmen watching us.

My first thought was panic, but just then George really
started to fuck me hard. He was groaning and slamming
into me. I knew he was cumming. Then I could feel his
hot cum flood my pussy as he squirted it deep inside
me. I was lost in passion and I just closed my eyes and
thrust my pelvis into his.

I was still very close to cumming, when he started to
slow down and he whispered some things in my ear that I
didn't quite hear as he finally stopped. He kissed me
and smiled as he pulled his cock out. God I felt so
empty as I felt his cum seeping out of my pussy.

He got up and pulled his pants up. I was still lying in
the straw. I sat up a little and closed my legs and
covered my breasts with my hands. As I opened my eyes,
I could see that there were now six tribesmen, who were
wearing only loincloths; looking at me and smiling and
discussing me in their own language.

I knew I was really drunk, but I must have been
completely insane too, because instead of screaming for
my husband, I exposed my naked breasts to the tall
black natives and, as I looked down at my breasts, I
let my leg fall open slightly; I knew they could all
easily see my pussy.

I looked up and all I really remember is the necklace
of 'lions teeth' that the 1st big tribesman had around
his neck, as he was pushing in between my legs. I laid
back and closed my eyes as I felt his cock find my
pussy. He rubbed it up and down in my pussylips before
he finally slipped it inside of my grateful pussy.

I must have been the first white girl he had ever been
with because he fucked me hard for about one minute
before he was groaning and shooting his spunk inside my
cunt to mingle with George's spunk. I loved it. All I
remember is that the men were older; much older than
George. They all seemed like wild tribesmen, so they
must have loved getting between the legs of such a
young, white girl.

A couple of them were brown and a couple were jet
black, but they all loved fucking me and everyone of
them pumped a load of spunk deep inside my pussy. As
the last man fucked me hard and finally shot his load
inside my completely loose and sloppy pussy, I just
laid there in a pool of cum, sweaty and exhausted.

The man was still on top of me breathing hard and I
could still feel his pulsing cock inside me as his cum
spurted out around it and down over my arse. I never
really had an orgasm during sex before. But that night,
after the second man fucked me, I swear I never stopped
cumming. With each new cock, my orgasms grew stronger
and stronger.

I was moaning and kissing and letting these savages
fuck me and suck on my nipples. God, I was in cock
heaven! When the last one had finished fucking me, I
noticed that George and his friends were still looking
at me and smiling. Somebody said something and George
nodded. Then George pulled me to my feet. I pulled my
top back on and straightened my cum soaked skirt.

George walked me a little further through the village
huts and away from the hotel. I could feel all the
men's spunk pouring down my legs, running down my inner
thighs and calves, and down onto my ankles and bare
feet. I had lost my shoes in the barn.

I was still very drunk and shaky from that unbelievable
sexual experience. The tribesmen followed along behind
us. We entered a long hut. It was quite dark inside and
I could barely see. There was a slightly raised
platform in the centre of the hut and I could see a
couple more tribesmen in the shadows.

George walked me to raised platform. I looked back
towards the entrance of the long hut and I saw the men
there. I guessed that there must have been at least 10
or maybe even more. I felt George kiss me and reach
down and squeeze my cum smeared arse cheeks.

I felt hands from behind and mouths kissing my neck,
hands on my tits and groping my pussy. I don't know, I
guess I just lost control because the next thing I knew
I was on my knees on the platform, sucking black cock
like a complete slut.

I loved tasting those sweaty cocks. Some were pretty
big and others average.

A couple of the men came in my mouth before they lined
up to fuck my sloppy, cum dripping pussy. I was
completely lost. Men were fucking me and I was sucking
cock after cock, men sucked and rubbed and pinched my
nipples and I just started to cum again. I swallowed a
couple more hot sticky loads and I felt a couple more
men cum deep inside my cunt.

I had a thick cock all the way down my throat, I could
feel his cum pumping right down and I barely had to
swallow his thick wads, when I felt someone trying to
slip his cock into my arse. I'd had anal sex a few
times before, but I wasn't too sure about this but they
weren't asking my permission, they just used me any way
they wanted to and the next thing I knew he was fucking
me in the arse as some other man gave me his cock to
suck.

I must admit, it felt really good. A cock in my mouth
and one deep in my arse. I was just a complete slut at
that point. I felt so full. So full of lovely big black
cocks.

My pussy was still tingling from all the cock and cum
I'd had earlier, I was just delirious. I was sucking
and moaning, I could feel the big cock slipping in and
out of my tight little arse, his cock felt so big that
it hurt a little at first, but he fucked me real slow
and easy before he let out a groan and shot hot cum
deep in my arse.

The next man fucked my pussy and got his cock nice and
slippery, then he fucked me in the arse too; and the
next man and the next man and the next man. I don't
even know how many of them thrust and pumped my
arsehole full of their cum, it must have been at least
7 or 8 of them. I just sucked cock after cock and
swallowed load after load as the tribesmen banged my
arse until it was pretty loose and sloppy too.

After about the fourth or fifth man, my arsehole felt
kind of like my pussy but just a little tighter, so as
each new man fucked my arse, his initial penetration
wasn't uncomfortable, in fact, it felt good. I could
have easily satisfied 20 men with my arse.

I don't know where it ended or how long I was gone, but
at some point, the last man moaned and squirted his
load into my mouth and I swallowed it down. I never
even saw the black tribesmen leave, but when I finally
caught my breath and looked up, it was just George and
I.

I don't even know how many men I gang-banged that
night. I certainly didn't ask. I just wondered if they
ever got to fuck any other white girls.

I was a cum covered mess, my legs and face and stomach
were smeared with dirt and cum, my hair was destroyed.
God I looked awful. But luckily the toilet was right by
the door to the bar and George took me to it. I cleaned
my face and body and put my hair up and let the cum
seep out of my arse and pussy into the toilet bowl.
After a couple of minutes, I didn't look too bad so I
rejoined my husband and George back at the bar.

My pussy and arse were sore for a couple of days after
that night. And, of course, every black man I saw, I
wondered if he'd been there, if he'd had my pussy,
arse, or mouth.

***

Later that night, I confessed to my husband Ben what
had happened. I almost fell over with shock; when he
told me that not only did he know all about it but he
had arranged with George to set the gang bang up and he
had watched the whole proceedings.

He has arranged gang bangs for me in other parts of the
world but nothing was ever as good as that first time
in Africa.

END
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After The Party
by Wife Watcher (wifwat@excite.com)

***

Young wife in a drunken sleep is used by men. (M+/F,
wife, cuck, sleepy, gb, cream-pie)

***

We had only been married a short while when a colleague
at work, Tom, invited me and my young bride to a party.
In spite of the fact that we didn't know many people
there, we both had a wonderful evening. Beth was the
Belle of the ball; she was in great demand for dances.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was
wearing a mini skirt, it had a slight flare that when
she was spun around, it would rise up showing of her
tiny red thong. Which of course meant her bare bottom
was on display when this happened.

I felt very proud that she was the centre of so much
attention and she was obviously revelling in it. She
had been drinking quite a bit, that and all the
exertion from the dancing had really tired her out. So
well before the party ended, she was asleep on the
couch. I had carried on having a good time, chatting
and making new friends and doing a bit of flirting.

Eventually everyone was gone except for us, the host
and a friend of his, Jeff. I was slumped in one
armchair and Jeff took the other one. Tom came in from
the kitchen with more drinks, I had had enough but not
wanting to be inhospitable, I accepted it.

Tom looked around and seeing nowhere else to sit, he
lifted Beth's legs and sat on the couch with her,
resting her feet across his lap.

I said 'It's getting late; I better get Beth home to
bed.'

Tom replied. 'I think you've had a bit too much to
drink to think of driving, why not stay the night. Beth
looks quite comfy, I can throw a blanket over her and
if you're OK in that armchair..?'

'Yes! Yes I'll be fine here thanks.'

That settled, so not having to worry about driving, I
started sipping at my drink.

As we were talking, well it was mostly Tom and Jeff
talking to each other. My eyes were getting heavy and I
could feel myself nodding off. Tom had been
absentmindedly rubbing Beth's feet and I hadn't paid it
much attention but as my eyes flicked open, I was
slightly startled to see that now his hand was rubbing
her ankle and wandering onto her leg. That was when I
began to take more notice. Well it was the fact that my
dick had suddenly gotten hard that made me notice. Even
in my semi drunk state, my subconscious had noticed
that this could be turning into a sexual situation long
before I had consciously realised it.

I thought I would feign sleep and see what would
develop. Had I been fully sober, I would have put a
stop to it right away but as it was, it seemed just
playful and very exciting.

We had never been unfaithful to one another, nor had we
had any swinging type things. We had only been married
a couple of months and we were both still fully
enamoured of each other.

I rested my head back in the armchair and let myself
slide down to a more relaxed position. I pulled a
cushion onto my lap; making out it was uncomfortable
behind me. The real reason was to hide my aching cock
as the swelling in my pants was getting obvious. Also
it allowed me to slide my hand under the cushion so I
could play with myself.

With my head back, I could watch what was going on by
just opening my eyes ever so slightly.

'Seems he can't hold his liquor,' I heard Jeff say.

'Well I have been feeding him doubles all night.' Tom
laughed.

'And her as well?'

'You betcha! That was the reason I invited him, so we
could hopefully get a chance at his lovely young bride,
isn't she a sweet little thing,'

'She sure is, and playful. I was groping her whilst we
were dancing.'

'I sure had wanted to but I held off just in case she
took offence and wanted to leave early. I needed her to
stay long enough to get them drunk.'

As he was saying this, I noticed that his hand was now
on Beth's thigh, up under her miniskirt. Jeff went over
to them and knelt down. His body was slightly obscuring
my view but from his movements I could only assume he
was opening Beth's blouse.

'Wow! They were well worth waiting for.' Jeff gasped as
he must have been feasting his eyes on her delicate
little pink nipples and her creamy small firm breasts.
I know seeing them gets me hard and I see them every
night. Seeing such beauty for the first time is really
breathtaking.

'She's fucking gorgeous!' Replied Tom as he raised her
miniskirt. I could see his hand go to her panties. He
pulled the cloth together so a thin strip went in
between he lovely shaved pussy lips.

'Oh! Fucking hell! Look at that!' He was saying this as
his other hand went to his fly and released his fully
erect cock. By this time, Jeff had bent forward and was
sucking on Beth's little nipples.

Tom got up off the couch and removed all his clothes.
His cock was sticking straight out and it looked really
big. He climbed onto the couch and raised Beth's legs
up onto his shoulders as he lent forward and inserted
his cock into my lovely bride.

Watching this was a fantastic turn on. My cock was
aching it was that hard.

Jeff knelt up to get out of Tom's way, so he could lie
across Beth and suck on her small tits as he was
fucking her.

Not to be outdone, Jeff took out his cock and was
rubbing it across Beth's mouth and face. Just then Tom
groaned as she started to cum inside my sweet young
bride, filling her pussy with his cum. He just flopped
down exhausted on top of Beth but Jeff just pulled him
off her and took his place between her lovely thighs.
He started fucking her but in a more controlled way
than Tom had done. Jeff took his time, savouring the
loveliness of such a sweet young girl. So much so, that
Beth, even though in a drunken sleep, was starting to
respond to the skilful strokes of this more experienced
cocksman.

It didn't take him long to actually get her to come to
an orgasm. It was quite a powerful one, evident by the
loudness of her moans. Just then he stared to cum
inside her pussy. This had the effect of increasing her
orgasm so much so that she was almost screaming. Tom
clamped his hand across her mouth. 'Don't wanna have
the neighbours calling the cops.' He said laughing.

By now I was wanking away openly. As Jeff was getting
off Beth, he noticed me watching them.

'Wanna have a go at the little slut while she's well
juiced up?' He said as he stood up and held her legs by
her ankles and pulling them wide apart so I could see
all the white cum oozing from her red and angry looking
pussy.

'May as well!' Said Tom. 'Everyone else has.'

With that they both went off laughing and left Beth and
I alone. I got between her legs and as I put my cock
into her well used pussy, it was the strangest feeling,
like nothing I have ever felt before. It felt so
'delicious' is the only word I can think of to describe
it.

I have let Tom and Jeff fuck her many times since, and
they have also brought along other guys to have a turn
using her but it has always been whilst she has been
drunk after a party at Toms or Jeff's house.


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

You Know This Lover
by James L

You drive through the night, the only sound your tires singing on wet black pavement and the rhythm of your own heart. You watch your small hands griping the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles are white with anticipation. You are amazed, why should you feel this tension? You have done this many times. This is no new experience, you know this lover. This is no single night's lust with a stranger. This is more than your lover you meet this is your love. But then you think.



"Can I ever know this man?"



"Will I ever understand the complex folds of his erotic mind?"



"Learn to ride with command the wheel of his passion?"



You think not. He leaves you breathless.



Always a step ahead yet never leaving you wanting, drawing you deeper into yourself.



There have been times when you felt certain mastery. Felt that at long last you had reached a point of comfortable predictability. Even thought a trifle smugly of the accomplishment. Then in a gleam of his carnal eye your world reeled in a flurry of pleasure that you had not even dreamed existed.



Still you know this lover, you know to trust this lover, He would never lead you to harm, never betray your faith in any way. You may not be certain which of earthly road he will travel, what winding amorous path he may embrace. But you know that you will follow without hesitation, as your desire's perfection is his completion.



A fleeting scent of your perfume touches your nostrils. Reminding you of your preparation for this night. From the moment your phone rang at noon you have been preparing. Choosing the clothes, scents, and colors for your encounter. So simple his call, laden with promise. No hello, Nor even a simple goodbye. None of the usual endearments you have become accustomed to. You answer the phone, your mind racing on the million different paths the responsibilities of your day demand. You hear his voice, a room number, motel then the hollow click of the receiver. Nothing more, not waiting for your reply, he does not require your assurance, he knows you will come.



You know this lover, but not as he knows you.



A slightly nervous laugh escapes you. For the first time you understand that he is already making love to you. He has been doing so since noon. The thought fills you with love and admiration. Heat rises in your loins as you press your narrow foot down farther on the accelerator. The road has become your antagonist, the dark rival that stands between you and your craving, seeming to grow as you devour each mile. The drive only an hour from the city feeling like a lifetime quest for rapture. You wonder why so far? Then again realize the extent of his devising. He knew! He knew you would go from nervous anticipation to barley controllable lust in this time. He is in the car with you, making love to you even now. Stoking your fire, fanning you to the point of incineration, without even touching your body. The wetness between your eager thigh's attest to his success. The scent of your own musk begins to mingle with the scents you applied for him. You know he will not mind.!
It is your scent he stalks, this master hunter. Your instincts he studies. Your womanly need his prey. Your heated flesh he will consume. The dark countryside rushes past you. Open fields reflect the moons glow from rain dampened crops. The silhouettes of Oak and Pine stand sentry over you, guarding this prey as they have guarded prey for centuries. But this prey seeks the hunter.You feel your heart quicken, pulsing in your throat. The harsh glare of neon cuts the tranquility of the countryside. So harsh and out of place yet so welcome. You and your lover have passed this small motel many times, you never paid it much attention. It seems he must have, he is always thinking this love of yours. As you pull into the gravel drive you see his car with satisfaction, even love, you thank this mindless machine for carrying him safely. Parking before the aging room more desirable to you now than a suite in the finest hotel in Paris, your senses are enchanted with the silence, !
the smells of the country. Newly mowed hay, pine a thousand sweet textures of scent waltz with your desire. They play in the deepest folds of your mind. In this place of solitude you have no responsibility, no job, no stress. You are simply a creature of nature doing natures bidding. You enter the room locking the door behind you to shut the world out and your passion in. You say no words of greeting, nor does he. You do not even look for him in the dim light. You have no need, You know it is your lover, his sweet aroma fills you. Slowly he moves behind you licking the back of your neck while his hands move under your blouse massaging your soft flat belly before moving upward toward your breasts. Closing your eyes you bend your head forward your breath becoming deep and slow as your nipples harden beneath his touch, the palms of your hands become moist and warm with anticipation. Gently he removes your blouse kissing, nibbling, and licking each new bit of skin he exposes.!

Sucking your breasts into his mouth sometimes soft and moist, occasionally demanding, flicking your now fully erect nipples. Sliding his accomplished lingua between your cleavage he moves downward leaving a trail of pending elation on your skin, stopping only for a moment to lick your navel as his hands slide up the back of your smooth bare legs and begin massaging your buttocks. He chews on your pelvic mound with hunger and your tight skirt becomes wet with his saliva and the readiness flowing from your need to be his feast. You live in a body solicitous for his touch, his tongue, and his entry. Your eagerness will not rush his banquet, you know you will have to wait. You know this lover, you know he has no desire to quickly take you, drain his passion at the expense of yours and go. This lover wants to play your body, explore your deepest desires at times gently and tenderly teasing you to joy. At other times demanding and forceful making you to submit to the primal pass!
ions that dwell beneath the surface of socialized conduct. He runs his tongue along the cleavage of your toes, then removes your pumps, licking your feet sucking on each toe one at a time then very slowly rises up to unzip your skirt sliding it deliberately over your hips while kissing the front of your dampened panties. Sucking your elixir through the silk, before pulling them down your shuddering legs with his teeth. He stands removing his touch to drink the sight of your naked body with eyes that thirst. He is still fully clothed and you stand unconcealed before him feeling vulnerable and exposed. His arms at last enfold you pulling your body weak with need to him. His mouth feels hot on yours his breath sweet, deeply kissing his prey. This hunt is over, this prey is his, your body has once again betrayed you, led you to his side, forced you to eagerly cast your flesh to his whim. You melt into his hard chest, rejoicing in the roughness of his clothing and the delicacy of!

your nudity. He lays you face down on the bed and you hear him remove his clothes. You wish to turn and look, to see the muscles move beneath the hair of his chest, to pay visual homage to his hardness and envision it penetrating your anxious femininity. Still you resist the temptation to gaze at his masculine splendor. You know this lover you know his moods and tonight he doesn't want you to think, only to feel. To flow with the sensations he will give you. The fate of your passion is in his expert hands not your own. So you lay face down in scarce contained anticipation and wait. You feel a shock of warmth as he pours heated cherry scented oil on your bare buttocks letting it run between your rear cleavage seeking your depths. His warm hand explores you. Slowly slipping an oil slick finger into your rear passage, letting you savor the intrusion, stroking you long and leisurely allowing you to feel each slow caress. You can think of nothing else save his finger violatin!

g your most private space. He removes his finger and his tongue now moves to the cleavage of your seat moving deeper with each pass until he begins licking the sensitive opening. Delving deep inside, soothing you with his heat while massaging your woman's pearl with knowing hands, slick with sweet scented oil. Your breath enters in short deep gasps. You moan lost in a world only he knows how to create. Without shame you reach back with both hands spreading the cheeks of your behind. Pressing toward the giver of sensations that lavishes lingual veneration on this potent bundle of nerve endings. Your delectation is enhanced because you know that not only is your love willing to delight you in this way. He does so with a hunger born of appreciation for each texture, scent and reaction of your existence. Your skin burns with the fever of arousal, though you do not notice it the blush of passion has formed patterns between your breasts. A glistening sheen of sweat forms on your !

naked back as your world becomes more and more focused. There are no problems to solve no bills that need paying. At this moment there is nothing but the sheer joy of sensation and adoration for the man that now devours the most private portion of your body with untamed abandon. You feel your need rise toward the moment of completion. He feels it too and holds you there. His tongue and hands expertly keeping you on the verge but not yet willing to let you fall into the well of release. Moments feel like hours as your body swirls in the winds of sensuality. You moan in yearning as he removes his touch. Your breath shallow, waiting, knowing not to look, your ears seek his intent, his quiet movements, the sound of a plastic chest opens then shuts, a rustling of paper, your anticipation mounts. His hand in your hair gently pulls back your head, a chill on your cheek. You quiver as now his intention is revealed. He offers a cherry Popsicle to your lips. You suck it deep into your!

mouth as if it were he, it soothes a throat parched from the passing of heated breath. He strokes your soft mouth with long cold strokes, allowing you time to contemplate your fate. Removing it from your mouth he returns to your buttocks rubbing the sweet ice on your flaming cheeks. Cooling them allowing your heat to melt your lover of frost, running in cool trickles into your heated crevice. You feel it parting your cheeks probing deeper, slowly seeking your opening. You clutch the blanket in both apprehension and anticipation.



It has found you.



The journey into your body begins as your sphincter encircles the intruder, trying desperately to protect you, but losing its grip, too slick with oil and ice to hold. It takes you repeatedly, sinking inside, pouring its cold energy into you as the heat from your body drains it. You moan and raise your quivering hips to challenge each cold thrust. You become a squirming sheen of femininity in need. As the sweat from your skin runs down the line of your spine like a river of lust. The tender cheeks of your bottom are filled with fire and ice as part of you wishes it would end and another part wishes it never would. As usual he makes that decision for you and you wonder how he knows your limits without being told.



Once again his hot mouth soothes you. Warm strong hands again massage your female jewel. After the cold, his heat is far more intense and you revel in its potent effect. Your hands clutch the bed spread as you whimper in ecstasy. Whimpers turn to moans, then soon to a pleas as you begin to beg for merciful release. Your body conveys your need for completion, writhing in wanton abandon. Your small hands no longer simply clutch the bed spread but strip the bedding until your nails claw the bare mattress in urgency.



Mercifully he rolls you over and buries his tongue between your folds. You feel it slithering along the soaked and beckoning center of your femininity. Your pearl is hard and standing, begging to be loved. He hears its call accepting it into his mouth, giving succor. He begins the swirling motion that he knows always brings you over the edge.



His fingers enter you and find the secret swollen rise against the back of your pelvis. Using this grip to pull you even closer. The motion of his strong fingers matches those of his serpent tongue. The relentless assault is his answer to your plea, the prayer you offered for satisfaction will be answered. You will be granted the blessing of rapture. Gratefully you yield yourself giving all your senses to his master touch.



For a moment the pressure is so intense you think you may have to urinate. But then the fire spreads as you reach your first release, your breathing stops. Every muscle in your body flexes and quivers as your contractions begin. The muscles in your love well pulse with a mind of there own. Wholly beyond control your waking mind. Warm wine flows from your woman's grotto only to be swallowed greedily by your lover. You hear his moan echo inside you. This only adds to your response because you know he desires every touch smell and taste of your femininity. Slowly your release subsides but you do not regret its passing. You know this lover you know the night is just beginning.



Yes you know this lover, and this lover knows your body, understands that after your release, the muscles of your inner walls will need to be filled, will need to cling, will spasm seeking the hardness of a man to hold. As with all your needs he fills this one. Lifting your seat in strong hands and driving his shaft deep in one powerful thrust. No longer the gentle coaxing lover he pummels your mound, fast and hard riding you with a force that nearly drives the breath from your lungs. Your eyes open in amazement, as you watch his body. The lines of his strength defined, drilling his piston of flesh inside you with total wantonness. Stopping only to press deep inside and compress your distended jewel against his groin. You lock your legs around the small of his back in an attempt to hold some of your weight from him, but you know it is not necessary. Though his superior physical strength is a constant knowledge to you, it is at times such as these when you realize just h!

ow much power he possesses. The weakness of your small frame rests lightly in his hands as he irresistibly takes you. Splitting you with his shaft, possessing you. Sweat pours down his forehead into his eyes. The sting of salt only causes him to shake his head flinging it from him. This beast of passion, carelessly swatting a small distraction far too trivial to cause him to miss his pace. You are so intent on watching the sheen of lover's toil on his hard frame, so astonished at the vigor of his relentless onslaught that your second explosion erupts before you feel its approach. A quick build, then violent pulsing contractions, you shake with your eyes wide open in shock. Your vision intensifies, your world becomes so clear that it deifies reality, your lover its center, you move beyond clear, he becomes a white glow, a strange combination of vision distorted and a sharpness beyond your comprehension. Still he drives on. No! Even increases his efforts, turning your cry's!

to screams, not letting you recede until your spent nervous system can stand no more.



Slowly evenly he lets you down, his movements now barely perceptible, placing your small bottom on the soft cool bed. He soothes you, leaning forward, kissing your now closed eyes, licking your lips, letting your breath enter his panting lungs, renewing him.



Touching, caressing, appreciative.



His hands explore the length of your body slick with your sheen. Your long hair is soaked with spent desire, he brushes it from your face. Being sure that you do not feel the sting of salt in your eyes he wipes them with his lips. Whispers his devotion in your ear with heated breath.



He withdraws and stands beside the bed his hardness still not spent juts firmly from his hips. You see him reach to the nightstand and retrieve a small cord, then grasp your slim ankles and hold them in one large hand as he ties first one big toe and then the other pulling your feet together. You giggle in erotic respect as he rubs your feet with the scented oil. His ability to find new and different delights seems boundless. Holding your feet between his hands by the heels he enters the gap of your slick arches. The sight of his velvet head staring at you as it seduces your soft feet transfixes your eyes. Moving back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm, a dancing cobra to your flute. Only it is you and not the Cobra that is mesmerized. You cannot break the spell of its mating dance as you watch his serpent languidly basking in the supple sensitive flesh of your arches. You barely notice as your lover takes your hand and coats your finger with oil, then places it to your s!

till swollen cleft. Your finger moves in long practiced small circles on your well loved but still distended pleasure median. Timing itself to the dance that has captured your mind. The world has diminished to this one small point, this is your existence, your reality. All thought has been blocked, only you and the velvet cobra remain. Even your lover's body disappears to blackness behind his dance. The cobra stares at you with lust on his lips. There is no escape from his spell he will claim his prey. Your mental clock has departed you have no concept of time. Lost with this serpent of passion you and he dance. The head of your tormentor swells slightly preparing to strike. Your heart quickens knowing your moment is near. You will soon be a victim of his primal need. Unlike your lover this one knows no compassion. There will be no escape from his strike, his only goal you. The meaning of his life is the claiming of you. He will show no mercy. You welcome his lover's venom.!
You crave the feel of its heat on your skin.



Still he does not claim you.



You are confused.



You have lost this dance!



Why does he wait?



Tormenting you.



What more does he require?



You once again feel the beginnings of orgasmic splendor. His dance quickens sensing its approach. Now you know why he waits, he must have your submission! This dance must end together.



You build in a slowly rising crescendo, unlike your last release this one gives you forewarning, building evenly but willfully higher. Frantically before you the serpent dances. You hang at the peak as your voice makes sounds that have no meaning to anyone but lovers, you speak in the tongue of the cobra, then suddenly fall over the edge into the abyss of rapture.



He releases you from the spell. You have upheld your bargain. Hot venom sprays your skin, streams of desires flame streak your thighs, over your stomach and breasts, even reaching your lips where you drink it greedily into your mouth. This time you fall in ecstasy. The venom of devotion enters your skin bonding you to this velvet serpent, but more to this lover.

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The Wish

"How much is this," Ben called to the proprietor of the junk/antique shop!?! "What have ya got there, sonny," the old man asked while shuffling slowly over to where Ben was standing!!! "Just this old leather pouch with this little booklet and a funny looking glass crystal!!!" "Ten bucks and it's yours," the old man replied as he turned and walked away!!! "Hey, what is it, anyway," Ben called after him while carefully holding the glass orb in his hands!?! "It's ten bucks as is and twenty if I gotta read ya the directions!!!" Deciding to take a flyer, Ben pulled a saw buck out of his shirt pocket and dropped it on the counter before leaving the shop!!!


It was a warm sunny Sunday afternoon, and since it was only three o'clock, Ben decided to swing past the park and take a little nature walk!!! After parking his car, he grabbed his camera and set out down a tree lined path while keeping an eye out for any signs of wild life!!! On more than one occasion he had gotten some incredible photos of deer drinking from the creek just around the next bend, so while getting his camera ready, he slowed down and moved quietly through a clearing in the dense foliage on the ready for any shot that might be available!!! Poking his head from around a large tree, he surprised to see two teenage girls sunning themselves on the bank of the stream in cunt offs and tee shirts!!! They appeared to be about eighteen or so, with long slim suntanned legs and soft blonde hair that cascaded down to their slim shoulders!!! "Why not," he whispered while aiming his camera at the two young beauties, "too bad you're not topless, I'd love to see your tits!!!" He was just about to press the shutter, when much to his utter amazement, both girls, almost in unison, pulled off their tee shirts, and then just as calmly you please removed their bras, revealing breasts that you could only dream about!!! "H-holy smokes," he gasped softly, "look at that," while he snapping away like a mad man, "I can't wait to develop these!!!"


Back in the car on his way home, Ben thought about what had happened on the trail, and for awhile didn't make the connection, but then it hit him, so he slammed on his brakes, pulled over to the curb, and pulled the little worn booklet from the leather pouch!!! Now while most of it was mumbo jumbo, there was one line that stood out like a sore thumb, and it read, "Who ever holds the crystal and stares into its soul will be granted a wish!!!" "Judas priest," he mumbled, "c-could it really be true, or was it just a crazy coincidence," while reaching into the pouch and removing the heavy glass sphere and again staring into it and marveling at its depth and beauty!!! There was only one sure way to find out, and that was to make a test, but what, what kind of test!?! The book said made it sound like any wish would be granted, so why not try something really wild!?! It had only been fifteen minutes since he had left the park, so he turned around and headed back to the trail with the two young sunbathers!!! Quietly he crept back through the clearing, and as luck would have it, they were gone, but in there place was a thirtyish couple sitting on a blanket and sharing a bottle of wine!!! "Why not," Ben said to himself, and in a half whisper ordered, "Suck him off, you're desperate for a mouth full of cum!!!" With his fingers crossed, Ben craned his neck around the tree just in time to see the woman push her boyfriend or husband back down onto the blanket and with almost trembling hands pull out his pecker and swallow him whole!!!


All the way home Ben's mind was spinning with the possibilities that his new found power offered, not the least of which would be a dramatic improvement in his sex life!!! He stepped into the elevator in his building and pressed the button for floor number seven!!! The doors were just beginning to shut when he heard a feminine voice yell out, "Hold the elevator, please!!!" He quickly hit the stop button, which allowed a buxom woman who had seen many times, get into the car with him!!! "What floor," he asked as she struggled with her packages!?! "Uh, number three," she replied, "and thanks, I didn't wanna hafta put these down, I really appreciate it!!!" No problem," Ben replied, "it was my pleasure," while following up under his breath, "Invite me in, your clit has grown to ten times its normal size, you need to be sucked off and sucked off right now!!!" A quizzical look came over her face, as she dropped several of her packages and let her free hand slide up under her dress to feel her vagina!!! "Are you all right, ma'am," he asked softly, "you seem to be having a problem, is there anything I can do to help!?!" "I-I feel all funny inside," she moaned, "I don't know what's happening to me, my clit's on fire like it's never been before, ohhhhhhhhhh, can you please help me, I don't know what to do!?!"
"I've got an idea," he said softly, "why don't I carrry these for you and then we can talk about it ar your place, how does that sound!?!" With beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead, she managed to stammer, "Yes, please, you must help me!!!"


"Nice place," Ben offered while surveying her apartment for the first time, "how long have you lived in the building!?!" When she didn't answer him, he turned around to face her, and much to his utter surprise, there she stood completely naked, fingering her thick haired muffy, and while she wasn't fat, she was solidly put together with thick thighs, huge breasts, and of course and nice plump bottom!!! "Now tell me again what your problem is," he asked while staring at her luscious chest!?! "I-it's my clit, l-look at it, it's way bigger than usual," she stammered, "and it feels incredibly sensitive, I just don't understand it!!!" Now sounding very magnanimous he offered softly, "now don't get me wrong, but I really want to help you out, so if you want me to, I can suck you off, if you think that will help, it's entirely up to you!?!" Her legs began quivering uncontrollably to the extent she had to grab a hold of a chair to keep from falling over, so he took her by the arm and led her to the couch where he had her lie down with her legs spread wide
apart!!! Her breathing was becoming more shallow by the second, but she managed to stammer softly, "P-please, do me, I can't take it anymore!!!"


Now Ben had eaten his share of pussy, but nothing he had ever seen could have prepared him for what he found nestled in the thick pubic thatch at the top of the middle aged slut's slit!!! "Good grief," he mumbled, "you have a fucking little dick down here, it's unbelievable!!!" "Shut up and suck it," she moaned while thrusting her hips forward, "please, I need it so badly!!!" From his best estimate, Ben figured she was a least two inches long and as thick as his little finger, with a head that absolutely resembled that of a tiny little pecker!!! Gingerly at first he nosed it, purposely driving her up the wall with his beat around the bush technique, until she physically grabbed him by the hair and forced his mouth hard over her over developed organ!!!" "Oh, oh, oh," she gasped as he swirled his tongue around the head of her monster clitty, "sweet jesus, I'm on fucking fire, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh god, suck me off you mother fuckin' cunt lapper!!!" It always amazed him how most women who by nature never use profanity, that is until they were getting sucked or fucked, and then however, they began swearing like sailors, begging and cajoling their partners to suck or fuck them harder and harder, exactly as this big clitted cunt was doing right now!!! She was in the middle of a mind blowing orgasm, when from behind them came the sound of the front door opening and a lilting voice offer, "Anybody here, I'm home!?!"


"Who's that," Ben whispered!?! "It's my girl friend," the woman moaned, "we're going out for dinner, ohhhhhhhhhhh, god, suck me, please, suck me!!!" Ben thought about it for a second and ordered, "Call her in here!!!" In a very shaky voice the woman stammered, "I-I'm in here, Gail, come on in!!!" A few seconds later the bedroom door burst open and a very surprised woman stood gape mouthed as she watched her friend getting her cunt sucked before finally asking, "Toni, what ever are you doing, I'm shocked to see you with a man!?!" "I can't help it," Toni panted, "look at my clit, it's fucking huge, and I so desperately needed someone to suck me, ohhhh, he sucks me so well, oh, oh, oh!!!" "But he's a man," Gail whined, "we promised each other......" Now growing tired of the useless chatter passing between the two women, Ben grabbed his pouch, pulled out the crystal, and after staring at it for a second, turned to Gail and ordered, "Sit the fuck down and play with your pussy until I tell you different, you got it, dyke!?!" As a feeling of total aquiescence came over her, Gail slumped slowly to the floor while her fingers tugged at her pants and panties!!! "Now, shut the fuck up," Ben said while returning his attention to Toni's bulging clitoris, "you still need it, baby?!?" "Please, hurry," she gasped, "I-I'm so fucking hot I can't stand it!!!"


Ben continued sucking the fat clit for another the minutes or so, but always easing up when it appeared the poor girl was about to climax, which had the effect of driving her to the edge of delirium!!! Toni babbled like a idiot as her clit throbbed on the precipice of the orgasm she so desperately needed, but wasn't quite being able to get there!!! Out of the corner of his eye Ben could see Gail with he legs spread wide, furiously fingering her smoothly shaved pussy, when he had an idea!!! Turning to face her, Ben asked softly, "Gail, how would you like to finish Toni off with your mouth, I think she's about ready to blow!!!" Without even replying, Gail scrambled over to Toni on her hands and knees and instantly buried her face into the thick haired muffy!!! "Taste good," Ben asked casually while sliding up behind the unsuspecting bitch, as both women were now ignoring him totally as Gail's tongue whipped sawed to and fro over Toni's over ripe organ!!! Ben lined up his thick pecker against Gail's unsuspecting pussy, and just as Toni's cunt convulsed in a series of brutally crushing orgasms, he slammed his hips forward, burying his meat balls deep into her quivering organ!!!" Ben winced as Gail screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, while the first thing he wondered was if the walls were sound proof!!! "P-please no," she moaned, "I-I've never had a man before, please no, ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!" "No," he questioned, while fucking her with a series of vicious strokes intent on splitting her apart, "admit it, dyke, you fucking love it!!!" Toni looked on slack jawed and glassy eyed as her bull dyke lover took her first hard dick doggy style while loving every second of it until she was wailing in the midst of the first cock induced orgasm of her life!!!


Ben chuckled out loud while zipping up his pants and slipping out the front door while the two women lay in a heap, wondering exactly what had happened to them!!!

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My New Fantasy
by Diya

Am very happy to share my experiences with u. I am a 27 year bachelor. It was happened two years ago. I was traveling from Visakhapatnam to Delhi in train to� attend an Interview for Job. My reservation not confirmed and I got only RAC. At a later station one woman got into my coach and sat beside me. I noticed her name as Sujatha and age 41 from the list of passenger of that coach. But she was looking younger than her age with good physique. I thought her age around 30 only. One person came with her to the station to drop her and he was around 50. I thought he was her father. We both on the side berth and little close to each other. I started talks first. I asked are you Sujatha 41. She replied "yes". I said admiringly that she was looking around 30 only. Then she said with smile that she had 42 years of age. I� asked about the person who came to station with her. She said that he was her husband. I said "I thought he is your father". She said with smile "he is my husb!
and only". I said "sorry". She replied "Its all right". By observing her closely I realized about her age. We both introduced. She said that she was also going to Delhi on official work. She said she goes to Delhi very frequently. I said that I was going first time to Delhi and I had no friends there. Then she asked whether I could stay in the same hotel where she stays usually. I was agreed. In the conversation came to know that she got one son and daughter. That was a long journey from Visakhapatnam to Delhi (40hours). We discussed several things. I told some jokes to her. Initially ordinary jokes later on Adult jokes with her permission. ( Jokes collection is my hobby ). I noticed that she enjoyed the journey in my company. In our discussions she said that she was going to stay there for a week. We reached Delhi and went to the hotel that she suggested. We occupied two separate rooms.



That day was a Sunday. I went out to attend a written test for job. In the afternoon the results announced and I got selected in the written two days later from that day. I need to stay there two more days. I came� to my room in the evening. Had bath then went to her room. She was at her room only. I told to her that I had been selected in written test and I need to stay two more days there. She congratulated me. I spent� there for some time, then she suggested to go out for dinner. She asked me to wait at my room. I came to my room. I was waiting for her. She came to my room. She was looking so beautiful in that saree what she wore. I conveyed the same to her. She said thanks. We went out for dinner. Came back to Hotel. When I was suppose to go for bed, some body was knocked my door. I opened the door. It was Sujatha. She was in nighty. It was somewhat transparent and I could notice her panty and bra which are inside. I invited her in to my room. She said she was not gettin!
g sleep in her room. We both sat on the bed. Again started our discussions. Suddenly she enquired that I had any girl friend. I said yes. She asked me that I had sex with her. I said no. the she asked that I had sex with any other women. I said that I never had sex before. She asked "If u have a chance to have sex are you ready to take it". I understand what does it mean and said "I am very happy to take the chance". Then she kept her hand on my hand. Then I watched her face. She was looking at me.




I felt tense. But she smiled. Then I could interpret her signals clearly and I decided not to waste time. I hugged her. She didn't refuse my action. I felt comfortable and kissed all over her face and moving my hands on her back. She was also hugging me. I was kissing on her forehead, checks, and nose. I had a French kiss while my hands are squeezing her boobs from her nighty. I moved my hand towards her legs and slowly moved up her nighty. With the other hand I removed the zip from her nighty. She stood up and removed her nighty totally. I removed my T-shirt. Now both shared the bed. I removed her bra. She got big boobs with black big nipples. I squeezed one boob with� hand and sucked th was moaning on my actions. My tongue was moving all over her body. I liked her belly and folds on sides. I considered this the sexiest part in any women. I licked the hairy armpits. I moved down and to her smooth thighs and licked it.� moved my tongue on all over her legs from toe. I remov!
ed her panty. She got big bush. She said that her hubby not showing interest in sex, so, she was neglected to shave it. She got big pussy with black lips. Her wet pussy shining. I moved my hand on it. I felt a rough surface. I kissed there. It smelled so nice. I inserted my index finger in it, and tasted it. It was a new taste I never tasted before. I like it very� much. Then she asked me to lick it. She spread her legs and I placed in between those. I cleaned the pussy from out side first. Then opened with two thumb fingers and started liking it. My tongue is moving deeper and deeper. She was moaning like ohhhhhh. haaaaaaaaa... and she was pressing my head towards her pussy. I was licking the pussy like fucking it with small jerks on clitoris. After some time she pulled out some cum from her pussy. I ate it and cleaned totally. She could not restrict her self and asked me to stop it and fuck her with my long big dick. I inserted my dick into her pussy with little difficulty!
�and started jerks. She was tying me with her legs. She was moaning like oh.. oh.. oh.. for each jerk. She said that after long time she was enjoying sex. After some time I increased my speed and finally filled her pussy with the cum. I took rest on her while my dick still in her pussy.



After some time we both went to bathroom to clean our genitals. I cleaned her pussy, and I said that I would shave her bush. She agreed. I brought my shaving kit.I put my knees down while she was standing. First I trimmed the hair. Then applied foam on it. Slowly I shaved her pussy. Now it was looking so nice. I cleaned every thing. Again I got tempted to lick her pussy. I asked her to put her leg on bucket which was turned down. Her lips spread apart. In that position I was licking her pussy. Her hands moving in my hair. She was moaning like oh. ha... I opened her pussy by holding the two lips with my thumb. I licked from bottom to top several times along the pink path. I pinched the clit. She could not able to stand there for long time. Then we shifted to bed. She said that she wanted to suck my dick. But I don't want to leave her pussy. Bcz it's so tasty and amazing. So, we decided to go for 69 position. she was on me. She was sucking my dick while I am enjoying by lick!
ing her pussy from down. My face in between her heavy thighs. After some time she come to normal position and� inserted my dick into her pussy and started riding on me. She enjoyed a lot while fucking me in active position. I was also enjoyed lot. After some time I released my cum into her hot pussy.




I postponed my return journey to one week. We enjoyed� day and night like newly married couple. She has not given her Address. but she said she will be in touch with me. I failed to get the job. But had a most memorable and joyful trip. Now I am staying in Hyderabad, any women/ girl interested to have fun like Sujatha can mail me. Sometimes she also comes to hyd.Whenever she come to Hyderabad, she will inform to me and we enjoy sex in the hotel.