Catalog 4

Christy headed over to Jim’s after a long day working at home. She was looking forward to seeing him after being away for a couple of weeks. She was aching to get him into bed but she wasn’t sure what Jim had planned for the night. Before she left the house she got all prettied up for him. Her hair was braided in a long ponytail, her lips were colored a deep red and her eyes were radiant with some new eyeliner she had just bought. Her toenails and fingernails were colored jade green. Under her tight jeans and form fitting top she had a demi cup bra on and a pair of thong panties. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be wearing them for that long once she got there. Here shoes were a pair of 2″ sensible heels.
After arriving at Jim’s she took a look in the mirror to be sure everything was in place and trotted up to the door. Before she could even knock Jim opened the door and pulled her inside. Slamming the door shut he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately.
“Oh I missed you baby.” Jim exclaimed.
“Mmm. I missed you to honey. If this is the kind of welcome I’m going to get then you should go away more often.”
Christy kissed Jim back and her hands roamed to his ass and gave both cheeks a squeeze.
“I brought something back for you. I hope you like it.” Jim replied as he pulled away from Christy and retrieved a wrapped package from the couch.
“Oh baby, you shouldn’t have.” Christy gushed.
“I wanted to. Besides, I think you’ll like it.”
Christy unwrapped the package and opened the box. Her eyes opened wide when she saw what was in the box. Looking up at Jim she gave him a slightly puzzled look.
“What’s all this for?” She asked.
In the box was a leather paddle, riding crop, and fur lined cuffs, a collar with attached leash, nipple clamps, a large dildo, and a butt plug. The paddle was about twelve inches long including the handle. One side was smooth and the other has small rounded studs embedded in it. The Crop looked wicked with is frayed tail. Moving her attention to the dildo she gasped. It was approximately 2″ in diameter and 10″ long. She didn’t think it would ever fit. Even the butt plug was large; six inched in total length and literally three inches wide at the flare. It then necked down so it would fit snuggly wherever it was stuffed. To top it off the collar was thick leather with metal studs and a five foot leash attached to it. Christy stared in wonder at the assortment of toys in the box.
“It’s for you. More appropriately, it’s for me to use on you.”
“What?” Christy asked, slightly taken a back.
“Remember when you and I first started dating? We went out to dinner one night and ended up fucking in the park. I bent you over a large fallen tree and fucked your ass royally, making you beg for it and trapping you beneath me. You seemed to like it so I thought you might want to try again. This time with a few more accessories.”
Christy had always harbored thoughts of being dominated. With her work she was always the one in charge, telling men what to do, how to dress, how to act like a woman, ordering them around, even fucking some of them, which in and of itself was a bit on the dominant side. It would be nice to be the submissive one every now and then. She had never fully experienced it.
“Mmm sounds like fun.” She said licking her lips. “It would be nice to hand the reins over once in a while.”
“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.” Jim replied. “I’ve prepared dinner for us, but before we begin I think there are a couple of things we need to take care of. First, take off your clothes.”
“Right here in the foyer? What about dinner?”
Jim stepped closer, looked her straight in the eyes,”Yes, you must do as you are told or you will be punished. Now strip down to your underwear. You can eat dinner in your lingerie.”
Christy could see he meant to and a shiver ran up her spine. She had never seen Jim be that forward with her before.
Setting the box on the hall table she quickly stripped down, tossing her clothes into a pile in the corner of the foyer. She stood there in the foyer in her demi cup bra and lace panties. She was incredibly turned on right now as evidenced by her growing erection and hardening nipples.
“Slip your heels back on. A good slut always wears her heels.” Jim commanded.
Christy’s cock started to harden as she heard the word slut directed at her. Being called names turned her on to no end.
“Ohh I see you like being called names.” Jim stroked the outline of her cock through the panties “Good. By the time the night is over I’m sure I’ll have called you a lot of different names.”
Jim circled her as she slipped the heels back on, inspecting what stood before him. He ran the riding crop up her thigh and across the small of her back enjoying the power he had over Christy at the moment. Moving around front he traced the outline of her cock with the crop and a low moan escaped her lips. “Ohh that feels good.”
The riding crop came down quickly but lightly on Christy’s cock. She yelped at the sudden rush of pain but it quickly faded into pleasure.
“You will only speak when spoken to. Is that understood?”
Christy nodded her ascent as Jim trailed the crop over her taught stomach and up and over her breasts. As he came to each nipple he paused for a minute and lightly tapped the end of the crop on each, making them harden in the cool air. It was obvious to Jim that Christy was really enjoying this and he wondered why he had never thought of doing this to her before.
“Now if you would, please retrieve the box and kneel before me like a good slave.” Jim commanded.
Christy obeyed without saying a word. She took the box from the table, moved forward and knelt before Jim, and presented him with the box of toys. He reached in and took out the collar and leash. Reaching down he slipped the collar around her neck. The smell of the leather was intoxicating to Christy. Hearing the clink of the buckle and clasp as Jim fastened them together made her hard as a rock. She had no idea this would excite he so much. A low moan escaped her lips.
“Now stand up and bend over.” Jim commanded.
“Yes master.” Came the quick reply as Christy obediently stood before him and bent over.
She wondered what was coming next. She heard Jim walk over to the hall table and rummage in the box. Was she going to be spanked before dinner? The next thing she felt was Jim pulling her panties aside and his finger massaging some lube into her tight ass. Just as quickly as the digit was in her it disappeared. It was replaced with what could only have been the plug; it was smooth, unlike the dildo, which was shaped like a real cock. Slowly she felt the plug invade her ass. It slid in, slightly past the midpoint and then slowed. She forced herself to relax and take it but it wasn’t happening.
Jim loved the sight of Christy bent over like this, with a plug half way in her ass. When he could slide it in no further he pulled it out and worked in and out, easing a bit more in each time. With each successive thrust Christy gasped, her ass opening up ever so slightly to the invader. It was almost in, just a couple of more thrusts. He pulled back once more and shoved forward, almost making it. Christy let out an audible gasp.
Christy didn’t know if it was going to fit. If this was the beginning of her night of subservience she wondered what she was getting into. She had never had anything this big in her ass before. Jim moved it in and out burying it deeper with each thrust. She relaxed a bit each time and was able to get more and more in, but there came a point where she didn’t think it would fit. On the next thrust she was stretched to the limit and let out a gasp of pain mixed with pleasure, a strange feeling indeed.
“Oh God. I don’t think it will fit.” Christy yelped.
Jim smacked her ass with his free hand. “Slaves should not speak unless spoken to. And how dare you tell me what will fit. I’ll be the judge of that. You’ve taken it this far and your almost there.”
Jim pulled back and gave it one final thrust this time is ever so slowly edged past the point of no return. Christy bit her tongue, afraid to say anything lest she be spanked again. With a low sucking noise Christy’s ass opened up to accept the large device and clamped down on the neck, firmly ensconcing it in her ass. She still marveling about the fact the plug was in her ass Jim commanded her to stand up. Slowly she stood, the plug massaging her prostate and causing a shiver of pleasure to roll up her spine.
“There,” Jim said with a bit of finality. “I knew it would fit. How does it feel?”
“It feels incredible, filling me up more than I ever thought.” Christy replied obediently.
“There’s more where that came from, but in due time. Shall we eat now?”
Without waiting for a reply Jim took the leash and led Christy into the dining room where the table had been set for the two of them. The food was waiting on the sideboard to be served. Jim sat down and Christy did the same. He looked up at her with a disapproving look.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“Sitting to eat.”
“I don’t think so. You will serve me first and then you will be allowed to eat.” He said sternly.
Christy didn’t respond immediately so Jim smacked her thigh with the riding crop. Christy yelped as the tip of the crop bit into her soft thighs. Soon the burning sensation gave way to sweet pleasure. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to respond or if she wanted to be whipped again. Figuring there would be more later she answered.
“Yes master.” Christy begrudgingly replied, restraining herself from lashing out at Jim, hoping it didn’t show. Part of her wanted to slap him and the other part wanted to relinquish total control.
She took Jim’s plate and dished up dinner form the side board. As she turned from the sideboard to return to the table, a vibrating sensation began in her ass. It startled her and she almost dropped the plate. Apparently the plug had a remote vibrator in it. Jim must have the control in his pocket. She moaned.
“I see you like the vibrations of the plug.”
“Yes master. It makes me tingle all over.”
He responded by turning up the intensity, making Christy almost come on the spot. She reached for her plate and returned to the sideboard. She filled her plate and set it on the table as Jim began to eat. Before she could sit down though Jim looked at her and cleared his throat. Not knowing what to do she stood there and looked at him.
“What is it?” After a short pause, she added “Master?”
“Why are you sitting at the table?”
She looked at him quizzically. Where else would she eat?
“I do not permit slaves to eat at the table with me. You will kneel on the floor next to me and eat.” He turned the vibrator to high and watched as Christy squirmed, unsure of how to reply. He tapped the crop resting on the table next to him absentmindedly, thinking Christy would get the hint. Without saying a word she took her plate and utensils, moved beside him and knelt on the floor.
Christy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. First she had to serve him dinner in her underwear and now she was made to kneel at his side like a dog and eat dinner. Her face flushed red at first. She opened her mouth to say something but then noticed Jim’s hand on the riding crop. IF she spoke she was likely to get whipped again with it. Again she kept her mouth shut, grabbed her food and knelt next to Jim. For the second time that night she wondered what she was getting herself into and if she could go through with it. Yet there was a nagging at the back of her head telling her to go through with it that she might learn to enjoy it, already enjoying the vibrating plug in her ass.
Dinner was eaten in silence, Jim enjoying his dinner at the table and Christy kneeling on the hardwood floor eating hers. When Jim finished he leaned back in his chair and sighed, his hunger slaked, at least the hunger in his stomach. Jim looked down at Christy and she had finished her dinner and was obediently waiting for him to tell her what to do next. Jim reached for his crop and trailed it over Christy’s kneeling form. She looked up at him with a mix of pleasure and disdain in her eyes.
“I see you are finished with dinner. You may now clean the table and we shall see about what happens after that.”
Christy obeyed, stood up, and cleaned the table of plates and dinnerware. She took everything into the kitchen and returned to clean off the sideboard. Every step was awash in pleasure and a bit of pain due to the plug. Her prostate was being massaged with every step and it sent shivers up her spine, her ass had grown used to the size of the plug. It had hurt at first but then the pain gradually subsided to a dull ache. That ache was accompanied by an overwhelming sense of pleasure. After clearing everything from the table and sideboard she returned to Jim’s side and felt compelled to kneel again at his side with no urging whatsoever.
“You are learning aren’t you?” Jim quipped. “My little slut.” She acknowledged him by looking up and nodding affirmatively. Jim stood up from and took Christy’s leash in one hand and the crop in the other. He led her, on her hands and knees, to the foyer.
“Rise and take our box of goodies from the table. We will need them upstairs.” Jim commanded her.
Christy rose, grabbed the box and followed Jim upstairs. He led her to the bedroom and commanded her to sit on a chair that Jim had placed to one side of the bed. As soon as Christy sat on the chair Jim moved behind her and fastened the leash to the chair.
“There. That will help keep you in place but there’s more.”
Jim reached under the chair and pulled out a pair of handcuffs he had tethered to the underside of the seat. Before Christy could object he put the cuffs on and she was effectively trapped in the chair. She sat there, relishing the feeling of helplessness. Now she was beginning to feel a little scared. What would Jim do to her once she was tied up? All sorts of thoughts raced through her mind, turned on, and made her feel anxious all at the same time. It showed too as she squirmed in the chair, trying to rub her cock between her legs. The plug still in her ass didn’t help the situation either, now that it was pressing directly on her prostate and arousing her. Jim saw what Christy was up to and slapped her thighs with the riding crop again. Christy winced with pain and pleasure.
“Looks like you just can’t keep from trying to play with yourself. If you keep this up I’ll have to bend you over my knee and swat you.” Jim laughed.” In the meantime, spread those legs, we’ll take care of this.”
“Yes, master.” Christy replied sheepishly as she lowered her head in submission and spread her legs.
Jim grabbed some rope from the top of the dresser that Christy had not seen when they entered. He proceeded to bind her legs to the chair. Now she was spread wide and totally immobile. Her cock strained at the silky fabric of her panties, she was so turned on she thought she might cum right now.
“There. That should take care of your squirming for the meantime.”
He backed away from Christy and stood there for a few seconds admiring his handiwork. Here was his girlfriend tied up before him and willing to do just about anything. Her attitude had changed dramatically since she had come over. At first he thought she would never go along with it. With each passing moment though she bent more and more to his will, which surprised him, knowing how strong willed she could be.
Slowly he stripped in front of Christy. Reaching down he lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it in the corner. His tight abs well defined in the light. Then he unbuckled his slacks and dropped them to the floor. His cock was straining in his underwear, just aching to be let free. He looked at Christy and smiled as he traced the outline with his fingers. She moaned and struggled at her bonds in return. Seeing this turned her on, Jim turned around and slipped off his underwear, giving Christy a nice view of his tight ass. Turning back around he slowly walked up to her.
“You like what you see? If you’re a good girl I’ll let you have this where I know you really want it. First there is one more thing we need to take care of.”
Christy couldn’t imagine what that could be. Here she was bound to a chair at her boyfriend’s mercy. She watched him reach into the box of toys and pulled out a Velcro cock ring, it had two strands joined in the middle. She knew exactly what he was going to do with that. Jim bent down and fished her cock out of the panties she had on. She sighed as Jim’s warm hands touched her throbbing member. He wrapped one strap around her cock and the other strap around the base of her sac. This would keep her hard all night long and prevent her from cumming to soon.
Jim tucked her cock back in her panties and stood up, stroking his member just out of reach of Christy tongue. She wanted so bad to reach out and lick it but did not dare. Sensing what she wanted Jim moved in a little closer but did not let Christy lick it. Instead he began slapping her cheeks and face with his cock.
“Looks like my little cock whore is hungry for some dick.” Jim exclaimed.
“Ohh yes, yes master. I want to suck your cock. I want to show you how much of a cock whore I can be.” Christy moaned passionately.
Jim knelt slightly, squeezed her tits together and slipped his cock up and down her beautiful cleavage.
“Go ahead then.” Jim replied as he continued to tit fuck Christy.
She dropped her head and opened wide. One every thrust upward she took as much of His cock as she could. Up and down Jim thrust. Each time driving into Christy’s mouth. The sound of Christy’s lips smacking together and sucking his cock thrilled Jim. Turned on even more he thrust faster and faster in and out of Christy’s mouth, her moans and lip smacking driving him wild. Before he shot his load he backed off and smiled at Christy.
“My little cock sucker is so good. You are the best I have ever had. All that practice at your job must pay off.” Jim sneered.
Christy blushed at the comment. Jim knew she had sex sessions with her clients and liked to hear about the sessions. This was different though. Being tied up and called names felt different, felt good.
“Thank you master. I’m glad you approve.”
“Now let’s see how deep you can take it.”
Without waiting for a response Jim slipped his cock into Christy’s open mouth. She opened wide and took Jim in as deep as she could. As Christy began deep throating Jim he reached down and stroked her through the panties she still had on. This elicited a low moan from Christy’s lips that reverberated through his hard cock. She opened even wider and took Jim all the way down her throat. Jim responded by pulling her cock out and stroking it faster. After a few minutes of this Christy began thrusting her hips with each stroke of Jim’s hand, wanting to release her pent up orgasm but she couldn’t.
She increased the tempo of her bobbing on Jim’s cock moaning and begging to come. “Please let me come Master.” Came her muffled voice from around the hard shaft in her mouth.
Jim looked at her and grinned.”Oh, no. Not yet. I plan on having my way with you tonight. You will come only when I say. And that may be a while, now keep sucking me.”
Pausing her sucking she looked up at Jim with pleading eyes and groaned with pleasure and frustration. When she stopped sucking Jim stopped stroking, making this situation even more unbearable. “You stop, I stop. Now what will it be?” Jim commanded when she looked at him.
Christy began sucking with renewed vigor and at the same time Jim began stroking her again. She strained at her bonds as Jim thrust his cock down her throat, fucking her mouth like he had gone without a blow job foe months.

Each year I travel to the convention at Hay on Wye. It’s a small town near Monmouth in Wales that has the most amazing river close by where in my teens and early twenties I used to canoe. Now I go to this sleepy area for its once a year awakening where book sellers, buyers and authors come to share tales, ply their trade or just browse and pick up the atmosphere.
I’d done this trip to Hay from my house in the North Yorkshire Dales (another of Britain’s idylls) every year for 10 years when one particular visit there was a new bookseller. She had set up a Winnebago motorhome on the edge of the main event. It was unusual and that was what drew me to it. Her windows were blacked out like some of the sex shops you see round the towns of England and her advertisement outside stated ‘Unusual Books for the Adventurous Body’. That intrigued me. For the body not the person? I had to go in and find out more.
When I approached the door it was evidently locked. A man in front of me said, ‘Weirdest shop I’ve ever heard of. I tried the door and she told me to go away. Does she want to bloody sell anything or not?’
I smiled at him in that humouring way we Brits have perfected when we don’t want to get caught in a moaning match and still approached the door. I knocked. Nothing. I put my ear to the door and knocked again. I was just about to walk away when I heard a click and the door open.
“Come on in,” came the kindly invite from the disconnected voice of a woman inside the motorhome.
I opened the door and stepped in. It was quite dark inside and I couldn’t make her out.
“Stand where you are, I want to look at you,” she said, again in a kindly way but with unmistakable authority. I obeyed instantly and unquestioningly. Even with so few words I sensed something special here.
“So what drew you to my little shop?” she asked, quite abruptly this time and in her voice I sensed a slight acidity.
“Er, your sign madam. I was intrigued that your claim was about the body not the mind. I have seen plenty here claiming to change the mind and spirit but not the body, with the exception of the usual keep fit and eat greens books. I was intrigued.”
“Yes, you were, weren’t you?”
“Pardon?”
“You weren’t put off by that stupid man who complained that I was closed.”
“So, is your brain as tolerant to other things, other than time and whether a shop is open or not?”
“I like to think that I am…”
“Think you are, or am tolerant and open?” she interrupted, her voice taking on a seductive quality.
“I guess I am tolerant, or so my friends and colleagues have said.”
She was intriguing me but I was still struggling to see her. I had worked out where she was sitting and her outline. I judged her to be long haired and given the height of her torso to the likely height of the seats in this motorhome, quite tall. It was frustrating me that I could not see her, especially as my other senses were growing in sensitivity and I could not mistake the aroma of a woman’s sex.
“Ok then. I want you to turn round and walk towards the green light at the back of the van. You will need to feel your way a little. When you get there, take off all your clothes.”
“What?” I asked, completely startled by this.
“Take off all your clothes. You said you were tolerant and open. It is a little test. From what I have seen of you clothed you are a fine figure for a man of what, forty-five?”
“Y-yes,” I said, feeling like a schoolboy on his first sexual encounter. “I work out regularly and I run twice a week, so I do keep in shape.”
“That is why I opened the door to you, because what you are to discover in here with me requires stamina and besides, I want to share my revelations with beauty not the beast; though it may bring out the inner beast in you.” She laughed lightly at this, with a hint of wavering in her voice. Was she becoming even more aroused? The smell of sex was strong now. The heat in the rooms had increased too. So had the warmth between my legs. I was as hard as a rock now. There was such sexual promise in the air. And to think I had come here to read books!
“Now hurry to the end of the room.”
Readers, I did hurry. I was aching by the time I covered the short distance and needed to get out of my clothes, especially my trousers that seemed extremely tight at that moment. I was hard, harder than I had been in a long time. As I reached the last drop of a garment, so the lights came on and I could see I was in the kitchen area, though the surfaces had been lined with sheets of plywood painted black. On top of these were numerous books, all neatly placed in piles.
I looked back. She had drawn a curtain across the entrance to the lounge and was talking through it.
“You are a beautiful man.” The lust in her voice was unmistakeable.
How could she see me? Then I noticed the two CCTV cameras, one at each end of this area. My instinct was to try to cover my cock, which was a physical impossibility as it was at its highest and biggest. I was fortunate to be endowed with a large penis, which has been both my fortune (I stripped for money to pay my way through college) and my misfortune (It always made me go astray during my marriage until my wife got sick of sharing me with so many). She ignored my inexplicable embarrassment - she’d wanted me to do it for heaven’s sake!

“I want you to pick up a book, any book, from the side and read it aloud.”
I stood there, my cock massive and no longer hidden as I realised the futility of even trying to hide it. I picked up any old title, opened the first page and began to read…
‘I never thought that showing Belinda how to repair her car could be such fun. There she was, her skirt riding high over her large arse cheeks and she appeared to have forgotten her knickers! What was a man to do? I stared in wonder at the pink puckered hole above her very wet slit. For the first time in my life I realised I was more interested in that forbidden place than the inviting cunt below. Well, my cock was straining in my overalls.

I hadn’t realised she was looking back at me.

“Have you never seen an anus Johnnie? It’s the best place for a cock of your size.”

My God! She was being forward…’

“Choose another,” came the dismembered voice, thick with lust.
I looked around, realising the covers gave no clue to the content. This one was titled, ‘The Prince and the Book Seller’. A nice irony I thought.
“Read from half way in,” she instructed.
‘I loved his cock so much. Whenever my Prince came back from the hunt I wanted to lick and suck at that sweat-covered sack and the long rod above. I loved the taste of the salt on him and the spunk that began to seep as I aroused him. But tonight he seemed bored of this attention, even though I had worn my most daring dress and met him at the tackle room as he instructed…

“You showed me a text the other day that has left me desirous of another game.”

I knew the book! How excited I felt, especially that he wished to try it. My plan had worked.

“Hitch your skirt and petticoats and bend over that tackle bar. Bare your arse for me and hold your cheeks wide apart, for I am going to bugger you as your text called it…’

“Pick another,” she said, urgency clear in her voice. I was hard, reader, so hard reading this depraved filth.
The book had a yellow cover and was filled with illustrations. The first was of a woman clearly licking an erect cock that had, from the context of the drawing, only just been in the sucking woman’s anus. There was a caption that admonished her for having not had an enema before their coupling. This book was far more ‘raw’ than the other two.
“Hurry up, man!” read what it says, she snapped.
‘I felt so ashamed having not cleaned my bowel ready for His Lordship’s cock. As he fucked my anus so I needed to shit. I had to excuse myself and rush to the ladies room. When I returned he was standing there glaring, pointing to his long, thin prick that had only minutes before been tunnelling into my bowel and sending spasms of both pleasure and discomfort. I was mortified seeing the little pieces on it,, but I had been so busy that morning preparing her ladyship for her weekend in the country, and she had been so kind to me laying me back on the bed and tipping my velvet until I came. I was too late to do my ablutions in readiness. It was so unlike me…’
I read on and on, book after book. They all had one theme, anal sex. Far from being turned off by them as I had been in the past, I was permanently hard.
“So tell me, do you like what you have read?” she asked, the voice seductive and suggesting hunger.
“Er-yes I think so.”
“Darling, stop being so coy, your cock says you love it!”
“Ok, ok, I do love it. I am curious about it.” I’d never done it and I wanted it like nobody’s business but there I was understating what was really in my mind and my mind by that time was in the end of my dick!
“So what if I was to tell you that you can have it now, in this home?” she asked, her voice soft, husky, clearly wanting.
I was dumbfounded. I may have strayed in my marriage, many a time, but each occasion had been because a relationship had developed. Now I was being urged to just shove my cock in and don’t bother with the ‘excuse me’s’ and not in the usual hole either. Wow, this was amazing and I was having an amygdala hijack. What a time for all my hormones to immobilise me!
“So what’s happened to your tongue honey? Your cock is still pointing the right way, so what’s up?” she enquired, but with a slightly mocking tone. I could feel my prick begin to sag a little. She knew it. “Beautiful, get your fucking body over here, NOW!”
No sweet enticing words now. She was ordering me and urgently. She had to; I was stuck fast to the floor until she did that. So, I parted the curtain and entered a room now completely bathed in warm lighting. And there she was, ahead of me. What a sight!
In front of me were the firm ripe buttocks of a dark skinned woman. She was kneeling on a low bench seat that went the length of the three walls. Behind and above her were TV monitors, linked to the CCTV’s. She even had a camera pointing up between her legs via a fibre-optic and one in the ceiling directly above her arse directed down. My entrance to the room was featured on a screen just in front of her, with split screens around it on the monitors that faced her. Though none f this technology held my gaze for long. No, it was the slightly opened ring of her dark and puckered anus that mesmerised me. I wanted, no craved, shoving my cock deep into there. The books had turned me on and for one type of sex only. I wanted to bugger her, there and then.
“So honey, tell me what you are thinking now you have my cunt and arsehole on show. Which is the nicer place for that long cock of yours?”
“Your anus,” I blurted out, without a moment’s hesitation.
“Then fuck it my beauty! Please, fuck it hard,” she pleaded. She wanted me and badly. “There is some gel by my right knee. Put lots on your fingers and your cock. It has aphrodisiac powers. Good…Now push your fingers into me and smear it in my colon and round my anus…mmmm…yes that is good.”
You know, I was enjoying it. Her anus was practiced and opened almost on command. Inside her rectal passage was pulsing with peristaltic movements and I could feel the strong muscles that normally would be pushing things out not taking things in. That was the challenge I understood from the books, the sensuality of fucking against the tide. This was no vagina that sucked you in. She was squirming and pushing back onto my fingers until I could stand it no longer. I mounted her without warning, pushing my prick slowly into her opening and willing arsehole. I felt the resistance in spite of all her familiarity with the assault and my cock head strained and pushed wide the anal ring. I loved its tightness as my foreskin was stretched back when I pushed more and more of my cock’s pulsing length into her.
My hands slid over her smooth dark skin, heading around her waist and up to cup her breasts that moved like two pendulums as I gently held them, teasing with my palms the erect nipples. Then as I got almost to full depth inside her arsehole I grasped them cruelly and firmly, digging my nails into her flesh and made the final plunge until my cock had no place to go. My balls slapped against her arse and cunt, swinging under her as I fucked her violently, just as she had instructed me though screams of joy after some of pain.
“Yes, fuck my anus. Fuck me in the arse. Ohhhh, love me with your big dick. Deeper, come on you bugger, deeper. Harder you wimp,” she screamed. Her breathing was ragged and I could tell that even without clitoral stimulation she was going to come and quickly. That made me even more excited and also cruel. I bit into her neck as my cock increased its tight fuck and stretched and scraped at her tits, wanting to hurt them as I sensed her love of pleasure and pain. She was screaming abuse at me but urging me on at the same time.
“No, no, no…yes you bastard, yes, yes…hurt me please, no stop, no fuck me…hurt my tits…yes, that’s it be cruel to me…”
It was incessant and so noisy. No wonder she parked near the edge of the festival, was the funny thought that entered my head just at the point that she came. And I mean came! She moaned and screamed and bucked back onto my cock, grinding her arse against my hips and thighs, reaching back with her nails and digging them in to my skin. It hurt but I was beyond caring, because I was coming too.
“Ohhhhh…Fucking hell…yeeeessssss,” I was shouting, not caring who heard. This was the best fuck I’d ever had. So tight and gloriously urgent and primeval. I felt powerful, yet held form cock head to base. “I’m coming beautiful and you are going to get one big load of cum right up your arse.”
“Oh yes honey, come for me, come in my anus and I am going to give you a treat to follow that you will never, ever forget.”
And I came, spurting my hot jism right up high into her rectum. Her shit hole was being lubricated with hot spunk and she loved it. I collapsed on top of her, my hands never letting go of the hard nipples that I held between thumb and forefinger in cruel pinches, but I knew she was loving this from the way she ground her body into mine and kept say over and over, but quieter and quieter, “mmmmm…so good…sooo good…”
It took quite some time to come round, we were both exhausted but then she asked me to lie on my back. My cock was limp and lying to the right, nuzzled over my balls. She knelt over me.
“Hi honey,” she said, a beaming smile of bright white teeth flashed at me. “I need to properly thank you.”
I was looking up at her, wondering what she meant but at the same time astonished by the beauty of the woman. She was very tall, taller than I had imagined, with breasts that defied gravity. She had to be a 38DD but there was no sag and no sign of silicon. Her nipples were huge and showing signs of my cruelty as welts had formed on the aureole. But what really got me was the beauty of her face. She looked Mauritian or at least Southern Indian, with the most sparkling eyes, high cheek bones and that smile, oh, that beautiful smile. As for the rest of her, that was divine too. She had an hourglass waist and a perfectly flat stomach. I wondered if…
“Yes, I am an athlete and yes, you have seen me on television.” She smiled.
Then it came to me, she was the famous 10k race winner for the past two years in the UK championships. It was…
“Carly …”
“Carly Smythe-Chellappa?”
“Yes, honey, that’s me but shhh…I have some debts to repay and some messes to clear up.”
With that she winked, then slid down between my thighs and proceeded to run her tongue over my balls and inner thighs. This was bliss. Her tongue was firm at times but then incredibly gentle. She was kissing and licking through the hairs of my scrotum, while her long nails scraped across my limp but growing cock. A part of me was worrying about the hygiene of this; the other part just wanted that warm wet mouth wrapped around me. Oh, but when her tongue began to lap and tease at my prick any thoughts of cleanliness were gone. No, I wanted this slut to clean me up and take back any particles of shit. I was in command, she was just my whore.
“Yes, gorgeous slut, clean me. Take my cock and give it a good clean.”
I heard a little moan of pleasure. I knew then that this was exactly how she wanted to be treated. She liked the degradation, was hungry to go down on me and clean me up from the proceeds of her arse. I was in control and that is what she really desired most of all. And oh how she cleaned me! Her sexy tongue was up and down my shaft and her mouth took me fully in to her mouth in a style Linda Lovelace would have envied. This woman knew her cock sucking, but she also knew a lot more…
She suddenly stopped sucking.
“What’s happening?”
“Nothing sir, I just want to increase your pleasure. Will you turn over and get onto all fours for me sir so I can see your arsehole and those lovely balls from behind?”
I did as I was told. I was hoping she was going to do something I’d only dreamed of before. She did. I felt her hands open my arse cheeks wide and then her tongue stabbed at the entrance to my anus. She was teasing at the puckering entrance, opening it with loving kisses and licks, rimming the strong sphincter muscle. I was overjoyed. I’d never been able to get a woman to do this to me before. I could feel my cock pulse and my balls pull tightly back in to my body. It was ecstasy, even more so when her hand began to tug and pump my prick. She had such strong yet sensual hand movements. I was in heaven! I could hear my guttural sounds growing and growing, deep from within me but I was also aware that she was groaning too. She was getting off on my pleasure. I’d never known a woman so loving and caring for me, totally focused on me being satisfied.
Her tongue was deep in my arse then around the rim. I was so relaxed and open for her. It was late afternoon when I found her shop so she obviously didn’t care about the sweat and the shit I’d accumulated through the day. No, she just wanted me to have pleasure. Her hand was as incessant as her tongue; teasing, pulling, wanking, stroking, playing with me in such a sensual way, and all the time she and I moaned and groaned with our own pleasures.
Then it came. I could not hold out any longer.
“I’m going to come,” I shouted, yes shouted.
In a flash she had moved between my legs, twisting her head to take me and suck me hard into her mouth again, but this time she had two fingers hard up my anus. When I came I was ecstatic, her mouth taking and swallowing my cum and my arse stretched and full with her finger fuck.
“Oh, Carly, Carly, you darling woman…”
No more slut for her. Her sexuality was unquestionable, she was the princess of sex in my eyes. So, when she licked up every drop of my cum, then insisted on lying me on the couch and washing me, I was at peace for the first time in a long while. I was content to watch her move around the motorhome, totally confident and completely nude. She had no thoughts of getting dressed. I was allowed to see one of the country’s most famous athletes naked, with muscles most men would be envious of. I knew her deepest secret and had no desire to share them, even though I was a well-respected journalist in my own right. Well, come on, if I reported on her what was she going to say about me for Christ’s sake? She was taking huge risks anyway, or was that the thrill? I had to ask her.
“Carly, why do you come here and set up such an elaborate scene to do what you most want?”

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It was an odd set of circumstances that set me up to fulfill my fantasy. Noni was a friend of my daughter, one year younger. They did many of the same school activities, so going to watch my daughter at school events gave me the opportunity to see Noni on many occasions. Sometimes we’d even pick her up or drop her off to save her folks a trip. I always looked forward to seeing her, in her short adolescent skirts showing plenty of leg. I watched her grow from a cute young girl to a beautiful and sexy young woman. Unlike her flat-chested mother, Noni had a pair of tits that would make your palms sweat. I wondered what her folks thought of her stunning form. Did her dad walk around with a constant erection? Did her mom have chest envy?
Noni liked hanging out at our house more than my daughter liked going to hers. It was just as well. Every visit gave me the chance to see her, clothed but feeding my fantasies.
A few weeks after Noni, my daughter and some friends went out for Noni’s eighteenth birthday, I heard laughing and crying coming from my daughter’s bedroom. I had to investigate to see what was wrong. My daughter and a friend were laughing while Noni sat on the carpeted floor, sobbing. Her breasts bounced as she cried out loud.
“What’s going on?” I asked in a father’s tone of voice.
“Noni is so silly, Dad.”
My daughter explained that Noni was crying about the ending to a movie they had all recently seen but not as a group.
“Every time she thinks about the ending, she starts crying,” my daughter said.
Between laughs, my daughter and her friend decided they needed to go somewhere. Noni wasn’t given the opportunity to come along. I guess the duo felt that was her punishment for being so juvenile.
I looked around the house and quickly identified my opportunity. My wife was out and my daughter and her friend had just disappeared, leaving me with the object of my long-term lust.
I hung arond the doorway of my daughter’s room. Noni’s sobs became wimpers until she finally stopped. I walked into the room and offered her a hand up. This was not completely selfless, as I got a good glimpse of her cleavage down the front of her round-scooped shirt. Her breasts were large and heavy, and I started to get aroused. We stood just a couple of feet apart. Now, Noni is mature physically but still has a way to go, emotionally. I’d never heard about Noni dating anyone, and I’m sure I would have heard something through my daughter, if only as gossip. I wiped away some residual moisture on her cheeks. Noni startled at my touch but let me dab the tears away.
“Feeling better?” I asked.
‘Yeah, I guess. It’s just that when I think about . . .,” she started.
I could see the moisture beginning to accumulate in her eyes again. It only took a moment, and the sobbing resumed, along with the tremors that shook her whole body. I took her in my arms, to comfort her. I felt her breasts press against me. I hugged her from the chest up. I didn’t want her to feel my erection and be scared away. Her head rested on my shoulder. I rubbed her back with one hand and stroked her hair with the other. For me, the experience was quite erotic. She even smelled sexy. I pulled back, her head coming off my shoulder.
“Now, please don’t start again. Let me kiss your tears away.”
With that, I kissed her cheeks, just under her eyes, slowly, one at a time. She was so surprised at my conduct she stopped thinking about the movie.
“Noni, I’ve known you for a long time. Soon, you’ll be going off to college. There are many things you need to know, but let me tell you about a very important one.”
I hadn’t let go of her, and she wasn’t resisting.
“The most important lesson a young lady can learn is to accept a complement.”
“What?” she asked.
“It’s hard enough for a boy to get up the nerve to speak to someone as attractive as you . . .” I started.
“Me? Oh no, I’m not pretty.”
“See, that’s what I’m talking about. It isn’t just young women like you. I don’t think I know three women of any age who know how to graciously accept a complement. Your reply just now started an argument. Oh, well maybe just a disagreement. Anyway, it’s a distraction. As I was saying, once a boy gets the nerve to approach a beautiful young woman like yourself . . .”
I put my finger to her lips to stifle an interruption.
“. . . the last thing that young man wants is for the young lady to disagree.”
“Okay, so what do you think I should do?”
Noni was willing to engage in a discussion on the topic. I enjoyed standing there, holding her loosely in my arms, having an intimate conversation. I wanted to plant my mouth on hers, stick my tongue down her throat, and pull her ass towards me so she could feel my erection against her belly.
Instead, I continued talking.
“It’s easy. Just say ‘Thank you’ when someone pays you a complement.”
‘That’s it? That’s pretty simple. I can do that.”
“Well, you couldn’t do it a minute ago. You made a fuss when I called you attractive, and would have done it again when I called you beautiful.”
“But I’m not attractive or beautiful . . .”
I wanted to press my groin into hers to show her how wrong she was. Instead, I kept talking.
“See, you’re doing it again. There’s some famous saying about beauty being in the eye of the beholder. If someone thinks you’re beautiful, you should accept their opinion as a complement and say Thank you. Willing to try an experiment?’
“Like what?”
Noni had her guard up despite our proximity.
“I’ll pay you complements, and you reply with a simple ‘Thank you’ to each one. But that’s the only thing you can say. No fighting or arguing. Jusy say ‘Thank you.’ Okay?”
“All right. I’ll try it.”
“Good. Noni, you have a very pretty face.”
“Uh, thank you.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it? You have lovely eyes.”
“Thank you.”
“And a classic nose.’
“No, my nose is all bent and crooked.”
I viewed it as classic Roman.
“The rule, Noni, the rule.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Her voise was brusque.
“People won’t believe you if your Thank you is delivered that way. Now, where was I? Oh yes. You have sensual lips.”
Before she could say anything I pressed my lips to her, gently but firmly. Noni was stunned at the hint of passion I delivered. I couldn’t help myself and pushed my tongue past her lips and teeth. Noni pulled her face back quickly.
“You don’t have to push your tongue down my throat to complement my lips, do you?”
“You’re right, Noni. I’m sorry. I apologize.”
“Thank you.”
I figured I’d screwed things up by moving too fast.
“Let me try again, please?”
“Okay.”
Her tone was gentle. I didn’t know if it was the apology or the kiss. I kissed her again.
“Thank you.”
I guessed it was the kiss. Her arms encircled my neck as she brought her mouth to mine. The kisses got wetter and sloppier. I wanted to move on but Noni was happy to be kissing up a storm. Who was I to complain? Her breasts pressed even tighter against my chest. When she’d had enough, at least for the moment, she pulled her face back. Her expression was much different now. There was an expectation in her face. Her breathing was more rapid, as her chest rose and fell. I felt it against me but I looked down to be sure. What a nice view.
“I know this is a little forward, Noni, but it’s difficult for me to ignore your breasts. I bet they’re magnificent.”
“Thank you.”
“But I really can’t be sure. Can I get a better look?”
“No way! You’ll just have to use your imagination.”
“Why not? I mean, seeing you in your bra wouldn’t be any worse than seeing you in your bikini, would it?”
I knew from hearsay that Noni wore bikinis to the city’s swimming pool, although I had never seen her dressed that way.
“No, I guess not.”
The rest of her answer took the form of her backing away and pulling her shirt over her head. Her bra was doing yeoman’s work, keeping those two succulent mounds of flesh contained.
“I was right, they are magnificent. As much as I can see of them.”
I took her back in my arms, hugging her against me. We kissed again. She was really enjoying that part. I almost couldn’t stop her from mashing her lips against mine. I backed away a little. I ran one finger from her throat down into the valley between her breasts. She looked down to watch what I was doing. I repeated the motion with two fingers, caressing the side of one tit. Once more, giving the other breast equal time. Noni’s face was taking on additional color. I moved my hands up, holding them a couple of inches away from the sides of her breasts. She stood there, looking at my hands, back and forth. In a gesture of expectation, she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. I moved in and took her bra-bound breasts in my hands, rubbing toward the fronts and then back towards the sides.
“Ooh, thank you.”
Soon Noni was leaning into my hands, putting more pressure on my touching and rubbing. Noni was getting more excited by the moment.
“And if memory serves, you have very shapely legs.”
Noni was in jeans that weren’t so tight as to confirm my comment. I knew from previous circumstances that Noni’s legs were shapely and muscular from sports.
“You want me to take these off?” she said.
I nodded, perhaps too vigorously.
Noni undid her zipper and pulled her jeans past her hips. Leaning on me with one hand on my shoulder, she slid the pants down her legs and kicked them over to the side.
“I remembered right. Those are beautiful legs.”
“Thank you.”
I took her back in my arms. This time I pulled her close, so that my erection pressed against her belly.
“Uh, Mr. Marcus, is that what I think it is?”
“I told you I think you’re beautiful and sexy.”
“Me? Oh, sorry, thank you.”
I took a step back to look at her. She was standing there in just her bra and panties.
“Noni, you have a lovely figure.”
“Thank you.”
“Would you take off your bra, please? I really want to see your beautiful breasts.”
This was a decision point. Noni might put her shirt back on calmly and tell me our little experiment was over. Or she could run from the room, screaming about me being a pervert and a molester, and rat me out to her folks. Or she might continue to cooperate.
“I’d be too embarrassed. Besides, it’s not right, getting undressed in front of you.”
I closed the distance between us and held her around the waist. Her skin was so smooth.
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. It’s not like I’m some stranger. We’ve known each other for a long time. You can trust me. Besides, I can’t complement something I can’t see, now can i?”
The argument was lame but Noni was at least a little turned on and intrigued. My erection pressing against her didn’t hurt.
“Okay, but just my bra.”
It was clear that Noni was thinking two steps ahead despite her lack of experience. She reached around back and unhooked the thick latch. The bra stayed in place, clinging to her chest. Only when Noni moved the straps from her shoulders did it come free. Her chest muscles were strong, and her breasts moved only slightly lower on her torso.
“I was right. Magnificent breasts with perky nipples.”
“Thank you.”
I used the same back and forth motion with my hands, this time unobstructed, adding the rubbing of her nipples with the palm of my hand on each pass. They got noticably harder.
“Your breasts are full and firm.”
“Th,th,thank you.”
Noni was getting turned on by the bare breast massage. She wasn’t the only one. I was fully hard now.
She stood there in only her panties, arms across her chest hiding her breasts. It was my wet dream. I wanted to pull her down to the carpet, rip off her panties and fill her pussy with my dick. Instead, I kept talking, although now it was getting very difficult.
“You know, this isn’t right.”
“What do you mean? My getting undressed? But you asked me to!”
“No, I mean that you need to be able to give complements as well as receive them. The young men you’ll go out with will be flattered. They’ll need the reinforcement. Try it on me.”
“Okay, Mr. Marcus, you have a nice face.”
“Thank you.”
“And nice hands.”
“Thank you.”
They went back to her breasts, now squeezing them more than caressing them. Blood moved forward to her nipples, which were standing out farther.
“You know, you’re still dressed. I’ll run out of things to complement.”
This was going better than expected. I took off my shirt.
‘Your shoulders are broad.”
“Thank you.”
‘I bet you have nice legs too.”
This was a good sign. Noni was fully engaged in the experiment now.
“How can you tell? I don’t think you’ve even seen me in shorts.”
“Well, you can fix that. And that will even things up, won’t it?”
Noni was right. I unbuckled, unzipped and dropped my trousers. They joined hers in the growing pile of discarded clothing.
“Well, they’re not bad, just a little banged up.”
Bang was right, just not yet. She was right about my legs, but I had to play the game too.
“Thank you.”
I opened my arms and she stepped closer. This time it was Noni who opened her mouth and temtatively slipped her tongue in my mouth. Soon our tongues danced as if we had been lovers all of our lives. My erection was just two thicknesses of cloth from touching her naked flesh. Noni felt my obvious erection making my jockey shorts stick out in front. The expression on her face changed to one of discomfort. My hands moved inside the back of her panties. I caressed her smooth round buttocks, pulling her close to me. My penis pressed against her navel, just inches from its desired location. I slid one hand lower, in between her thighs. Noni was damp, maybe just as excited as I was. I wanted to slide my finger inside her pussy, but refrained from such a direct assault. Being subtile had gotten me further than I had imagined when I started this game. I pulled back from our lip marathon and tried to adjust my erection in my underpants.
“You know, I’ve never seen an erect penis. I’d like to complement you on yours but I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, you could say I was long, or thick, or hard, or . . .” I explained as I pulled my jockey shorts down off my crossed legs. My erection jumped up as I moved the underwear past my thighs.
Noni crouched down to get a better view.
“Oh, it is long and thick and . . .”
She reached out and took hold of it in her smooth hand.
“. . . oh, hard and hot!”
“Thank you.”
“Is it painful? Should I do something?”
Oh, this was glorious! She was asking for guidance. Well, I wasn’t going to disappoint.
“No, it doesn’t hurt but it could use some attention. You can stroke it gently, if you’d like.”
Noni kneeled down in front of me. She moved her hand up and back clumsily. I took her hand and showed her how to stroke my erection from the base all the way up to the sensitive area just behind the head.
“You do that well for your first time.”
“Thank you. How does it make you feel?”
“Oh, Noni, it feels marveous. But I don’t know how much longer you can do that without me having an orgasm.”
“Oh, should I stop?”
“You could try something else.”
“Like what?”
“Well, you could lick it.”
“Oh yuck. That’s gross.”
“Oh no. It can be a very sensual experience. And it’s a good alternative when your date wants some sexual intimacy. It can take the wind out of his sails, so to speak.”
Noni looked at my penis and then into my eyes and then back at my penis. The touch of her lips tentatively on the head of my erection almost made me cum right then.”
“Use your tongue and suck it. Pretend its a popsicle.”
Noni didn’t need any more direction. The feeling was delightful. I let her decide how much to take into her mouth. The last thing I wanted was to scare her away by forcing her to choke on my dick.
She soon got tired of the sucking and sat back on her heels. I enjoyed looking down on her swaying breasts.
“Thank you” I said.
It was least I could do. I was close but hadn’t come. It was a good thing. A load of sperm in her mouth would have freaked Noni out.
“Do people do it the other way around?”
For a minute I thought Noni was asking about anal sex. Oh my! The look on my face must have caused her to explain.
“I mean, do men put their mouths on women’s privates?”
“Oh yes, all the time. No, not all the time, but you know what I mean. I bet you have a delicious pussy.”
Noni stood up and put her fingertips on the sides of her panties. She toyed with the garment, moving it up and down on her hips and belly, never exposing anything. I wondered if I was being teased.
“Oh, Mr. Marcus, I don’t think I can do this. We’ve done too much already.”
Time to back off.
“Okay, Noni. Maybe you’re right. I certainly don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable. Come here.”
We were back in each others arms. I stroked the back of her head. She hugged me tight. My bare penis drew random patterns on her belly. I moved my hands and massaged her buttocks outside of her panties, squeezing them and pulling her hips tightly against mine. I stooped just enough to place my bar erection between her thighs. Down to one layer of cloth. The pressure of my erection against her groin probably wasn’t comfortable. She spread her legs just a bit, allowing my erection to slip in between her thighs. I continued holding and rubbing her ass and back and head. I stroked up and down her sides, touching the edges of her breasts on the way up and down. I was runnning my hands all over her body. At the same time, I rocked back and forth, my erection stroking her pussy through the meager material. Noni’s movements began to match mine, and she tightened the grip of her thighs on my penis.
“Oh, Mr. Marcus, it feels strange. It’s like an itch and I want to scratch it. What’s happening to me?”
“Have you ever played with yourself, down there?”
“Well, sure, I mean, doesn’t everybody?”
“You’re just a little more excited this time because it’s someone else, not your own fingers”
I was making a guess.
“May I see your pussy now? I can help you with that itch.”
“I don’t know. This is really embarassing.”
“You’re embarassed? I’m standing here, stark naked in front of one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever known with an erection bobbing in front of me, and you’re embarassed?”
Noni smiled. The comment broke the tension. I moved a half step to the left. With my right hand, I fondled Noni’s left breast, hefting it and rubbing my palm over her nipple. I moved my hand down her chest onto her stomach and rubbed there for a moment, slowly going lower. At her panties, which were riding lower due to her fidgiting, I slid my hand inside, ruffling her pubic hair. Still lower, my hand found her cunt, hot and wet. I cupped her sex in my hand, just holding it. I felt her cunt throbbing with an elevated pulse. Oh man, this was heaven. I had only dreamed of this moment, and now it had come true. My middle finger dipped between the fleshy folds, taking a sample of her juice. I resisted the temptation to slide my finger into her cunt. Instead I brought that hand up to my face.

It had been a long quarter at college and things were winding down before the winter break. I had just broken off a relationship with another girl and was back on the prowl again. Where better than a college campus.
I was sitting in class when a dark haired beauty came in and sat next to me. We had been in the class all quarter long and she had never really paid attention to me, at least not like this. She said her name was Lisa and asked if I was “taken”. I explained that I was currently available. By the end of class, Lisa had invited over to her house for dinner that Saturday night.
Lisa had a very attractive face and dark curly hair to die for. She was about 5′04″ and 135 pounds. A little chunky, but just how a man likes them, a little meat on her bones. She had large breasts and I could not wait to get a chance at a closer look.
I arrived at Lisa’s house at about 7 pm. We were alone. Lisa had sent her parents out for a night on the town. I knew I would be getting some now!
Dinner progressed quickly as we both knew what was really happening. Lisa walked me down the stairs to her bedroom. The room was lit by about 50 candles. She had a queen size bed that was yelling for us to get busy on it!
We undressed each other and began kissing each other softly. Lisa’s nips were long and hard. I ran my tongue over them several times and managed to slip a finger or two down to her crotch and felt her dripping with excitement. This was going to be good.
I put Lisa on the bed and began eating her pussy. Her pussy was very hairy and it was cumbersome to compete with all that hair when I simply wanted to find her clit and lick away. We made love and I told Lisa how next time would be so much better if she had shaved her box for me. Lisa looked at me with near disbelief. She said, “Shaved? As in..totally bald?”
I said yes of course and explained to her the huge advantages of having a bald beaver. Lisa was skeptical but didn’t totally dismiss the idea.
The next week in class, Lisa sat by me again. Lisa asked me if I remembered what we had talked about. I said I did and asked her if she had given the idea any more thought. Lisa told me that she had and then leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I shaved it all off last night.”
This immediately made me hard and Lisa reached down and rubbed my dick through my jeans. Man was it hard to concentrate in class that day. I could not wait to get out of class and stick my hand down her pants to confirm her proclamation.
After class we walked down one of the wooded pathways and I stuck my hand down her jumpsuit that she was wearing. Lisa was not wearing any underwear and her pussy was as bald and smooth as could be. It felt great. I played with her clit and finger fucked her til she came all over my hand. She even tasted better shaved!
I asked Lisa how she had finally gotten up the nerve to do it. She said that she was in the shower and had soaped up her hairy mound when she saw her razor. The feeling just came over her to try it. Lisa shaved the hair on top first. Stroke after stroke of long dark pubes hitting the bottom of the tub. As her pussy got balder and balder she got more and more turned on. Her sister, Amanda, even walked in on her while she was shaving. Lisa didn’t want to get caught shaving. Afraid of what her sister might think or say. Luckily, Amanda was only in for a moment and walked back out.
Lisa continued to shave the lips of her pussy. She had an extra large labia on her left side which she pulled out taut so she could shave her lips better. Lisa said it took her over a half hour to shave all her hair off and that I should be proud of her since by the time she was done she had no more hot water. I was ecstatic! I told her she would be very happy and that I would be sure to make it up to her.
Later that night we hooked up after dinner. Both of our parents were home so having sex would have to be creative. Luckily, Lisa lived on a ranch with a long driveway. We got in my truck and acted as if we were going to a movie. Instead, we drove down the drive to an area covered by trees so it was fairly dark. I ripped Lisa’s pants off and immediately dug into that smooth, freshly shaved pussy of hers. She loved the feeling of a warm wet tongue on her lips and in her hole. And I loved taking care of her this way. Lisa was so turned on she even sprayed girl cum all over my face. This was the first time that had ever happened to me. She said that I was pressing all her buttons and did not want me to stop. She must have cum 3-4 times. The cloth seat on my truck was soaked and the smell of her cum was very apparent. I was very proud of myself and very happy to have a shaved pussy back in my life again.
Lisa told me that she would keep her pussy shaved and even let me do the shaving under one condition….that she gets to shave me. But that’s a different story….

Sue had just stepped from the shower when she heard the bell ring. She hurried for the door grabbing her red silk robe and stepping into her slippers. She went downstairs and opened the door. Two men, both in jeans and blue short-sleeved shirts with patches that read ABC Kitchen and Bath stood there. They were both younger, in their 20’s and dark haired. The slightly taller one, named BJ on his nametag said hello, and they were here to inspect the kitchen for the estimate on the counters and cabinets.
Shit! She thought. I totally forgot that was today. Come on in guys, sorry about the mess, let me show you the kitchen.
The guys smiled at each other, this woman was a beauty, blondish hair, curvy, great eyes, and nice ass from what the short robe was showing. They followed here in and took a look at the big kitchen, BJ thought to himself how he hoped they could be there to work on this thing, besides the great money it would pay, being near this woman would be pay enough.
My, my, Sue thought these two guys are hot, they were both her type, BJ was 6ft 1, looked about 195lbs, short brown hair, worn messy like those soap stars she loved, the other guy Tom, was shorter about 5ft 10, 175lbs, and had slightly longer hair to his shoulders with some highlights. (She thought he looked a little like Bon Jovi) She watched them do their measurements and made small chit chat. She offered them a drink; she had a couple beers in the fridge. They looked at each other and agreed. Drinking the cold ones, they told Sue about how great her house looked, and how the kitchen was going to be spectacular.
Sue was getting cold in just her robe and wet hair; her nipples were standing on end. She wondered if the guys noticed, she didn’t care, she knew she was hot, many men looked at her when she was out, why last week she was at a charity ball and was scoped out by nearly every guy there. She had even danced with one particular hottie, and had felt his cock thru his thin slacks on the dance floor. She had a wild side, but it had been years since her ice-cold husband had taken real notice of her; he was always away on business trips, or schmoozing clients. The guys were wrapping up their measurements, when she asked them if they could look at her shower upstairs, she had just wondered if it was possible to add some more heads, she wanted to be soaked from all sides while in it.
Tom said he’d finish in the kitchen while BJ went upstairs with her. Sue got all tingly while walking ahead of BJ, and BJ made sure to walk a couple feet behind her so he could get a better view of her legs and ass. Once upstairs he looked at the shower, it was big with glass doors and a nice tile job, it also had a seat for shaving your legs or for anything else your mind could think of. BJ looked at the set up and he decided that with minimal damage to the beautiful tiles she could add several showerheads to the current unit. This pleased Sue and she asked for him to add it to the estimate.
Suddenly she felt her foot slip from under her and in an instant she was on her back looking up at BJ. My gosh, are you ok? He asked. Stooping down to help her up she nodded yes and held her head, she banged it on the floor when she slipped, looking down at the puddle she left when the doorbell rang. BJ helped her to her bed, and got her and extra pillow from the other side of the bed and propped her head up. She thanked him for his kindness, but BJ was mostly noticing how high her robe had ridden up her legs, a couple more inches and he would see everything. He offered to get her some Ice, but she said she just needed to lie for a second, and could he just keep her company.
He smiled and said of course and she smiled back, she didn’t know if it was the dizziness in her head or just her constant horniness, but she decided she had to have this man, now. She bent her leg at the knee, allowing her robe to continue sliding down her thigh. BJ looked down at her leg, and saw her bare thigh slowly being revealed. He then felt her hand on his upper thigh, looking down at her she smiled and whispered come here.
He leaned in and kissed her slowly, her lips were soft and moist, her tongue darted into his mouth and he slipped his tongue into her. She moaned softly as her hands ran over the outline of his cock thru his jeans. BJ put his hand down on her warm thigh, feeling her smooth skin as he ran his hand slowly toward her robe. Sue made no move to resist as his hand ran over her trimmed sex, his finger feeling her warmth and a little dampness. She rubbed him harder in response to his touch and soon was fumbling with his belt and zipper. BJ ran his hand up her body, opening her robe and letting him glimpse at her large breasts. She looked amazing; he thought to himself, he couldn’t believe this was happening. He took a second to pull his shirt off over his head leaving his bare chest and Sue had gotten his pants unzipped by this time. He stood for a moment and let his pants fall to the floor and kicked off his shoes and sock as she sat up and watched him. She gasped at his toned body and eyed his semi-hard cock, she licked her lips and patted the bed for him to lie down.
Once on the bed her hand ran over his thick member, and she kissed him deeply as she began to jerk his cock to life. She leaned down and licked his cock from base to tip, he was a good size maybe 7 inches and thick and she liked how his balls were trimmed. She then sucked him deep, getting all of his cock inside her, her lips brushing up to his short hair. Sue groaned and she sucked him hard and started to really bob up and down, letting out some spit to make his cock nice and wet. She had always enjoyed giving oral; it had been awhile since she had really sucked a man. His hands ran over her hair as she bobbed up and down, on her hands and knees her ass in the air. It felt amazing, BJ hadn’t been sucked like this since he was single, having married a year before to a girl who thought sex was something you did on birthdays and anniversaries.
Sue got BJ’s cock extremely hard and thick with her oral talents, she felt herself getting excited by this strange man in her bed. As she sucked him deep she reached back with her hand and touched her soaking pussy, fingering her clit for just a few seconds she exploded in orgasm. BJ sat up and ran his hand over her breasts, pinching her nipples, then leaning over and running his finger next to hers on her clit. He fingered her wet pussy as she continued to deep throat his cock. BJ looked up to see Tommy watching them smiling, his cock out and his hand around it stroking. BJ motioned for him to come into the room, and Tom nodded. Sue heard Tom’s zipper coming down and his jeans hitting the floor, she came up form BJ’s hard cock and turned to see Tommy walking toward her with his cock out and his shirt going off over his head. She smiled and said, “Mmmm, two dicks are much better than one!”
Tommy walked over and Sue grabbed his cock, turning from BJ and while Tommy was standing at the side of the bed she licked his cock head gently. BJ knelt behind her and slipped his finger deep inside her hot pussy, slowly finger fucking her while she sucked his co-workers dick. He then rubbed his own cock against her hot pussy and slid his cock in. Sue moaned deep over Tom’s thick 6 inches as BJ slid inside her; she had never had two men at once and was enjoying it. She sucked harder on Tom, getting him rock hard as BJ started fucking her pussy deep, shoving her toward Tom’s hot dick.
Sue was coming close to Cumming again as BJ started to really fuck her hard, her tits shaking with every thrust, Tom’s cock deep inside her mouth as she tried to concentrate on both men at the same time. BJ rubbed her ass as he fucked her deep, holding her hips as he watched her ass shake and looking down at his cock sliding in and out of Sue’s ass. Tom watched Sue’s ass shake, this amazing site was turning him on. Tom put his hands on Sue’s face and started to fuck her face back. Sue came hard, she moaned as much as she could with Tom’s cock in her throat. Hearing Sue moan sent BJ over the top and he really pounded her wet pussy, and shot a hot load of cum deep inside her. Pulling his wet thick cock out of her, BJ collapsed to the bed. Sue was sucking Tom hard but she knew she wanted to feel his cock inside her too. She finally stopped sucking Tom and turned around still on her hands and knees and offered her dripping pussy to Tom, who was not tall enough to get a good angle on her, moved her farther on the bed and got on so he could fuck her from his knees. BJ lay there watching, feeling her breasts and nipples. Watching Tom’s cock getting deeper and faster as he fucked her. BJ moved up to Sue and kissed her deeply, their tongues swirling around each other. She whispered to him how hot she was, she thanked him for fucking her so well, she wanted to suck his dick clean.
BJ smiled at this and a thought came to his head. He slide under her body headfirst so that he was positioned under her clit, a great view of Toms cock sliding in and out. He stuck his tongue out and began to lick her clit while Tom’s dick was still fucking her hard. She almost screamed at the feeling of this, but she got so turned on she grabbed BJ’s slick cock and started to suck it. She could taster his cum and hers on it, this turned her on more as she sucked and licked it back to life. Between BJ’s tongue and Tom’s pounding she was in heaven. When Tom felt BJ’s tongue flicking over Sue’s pussy and his cock he went off, exploding inside her, wave after wave of cum shooting deep inside her tight pussy. He finally pulled out shooting his last load of cum on her hot ass. BJ buried his tongue inside her pussy, which was leaking cum all over. Tasting her cum and both Tom’s and his turned on BJ whose cock was now thick and hard again in Sue’s mouth. She let him fuck her mouth as fast as she could handle it, soon they both exploded again in waves of an amazing orgasm.
Sue collapsed on her side, as cum ran down her chin and covered her lips. My god, she thought, I’ve never done something so wild, yet I’ve never felt so satisfied sexually. She looked at the two sweaty men on her bed, both of their hard bodies breathing heavily, having just fucked her so completely. She sat up looking at the two fine males before her, crawling over; she gave them both long hot kisses. Slowly they got up and put on their work clothes, getting their paperwork together, they told Sue she could expect the estimate in the mail in a couple days, although they may have to drop it off in person. She smiled at the thought, and BJ whispered in her ear, “I’m sure you’ll love our offer!” As they walked out leaving her naked in the doorway she couldn’t wait to get the check from her hubby and get those guys to work!

Dear Sir,
It’s been so long since I heard from you; I almost didn’t think you’d write again. It made me nervous when I finally got your package, but now I’m sure that’s what you wanted. I was so relieved to see that my last report had pleased you so much. I thought perhaps our game was over, and I almost wanted it to be over when I read your instructions. It frightened me, but I was so glad to have them that I would have done anything you asked.
I’m still scared. I can’t help but wonder if the mailman knows. I never believed I would enjoy humiliation, but you’ve taught me differently. When I opened your package and the plug fell out, I laughed out loud. It was three days before I could bring myself to try it, and as you ordered, I brought myself just short of climax twice each day that I didn’t use it. You know I dislike things…there. At the very least, I wish you’d waited until you could be with me and help me. I know you did help me, though.
I did just as you ordered, touching and playing with myself as I looked at your picture. I remembered the first time you let me see your face, and the smile you had when you saw me. I remembered the first time I heard you say my name, the first time I heard your laugh, and the first set of instructions you sent me as my Christmas gift. I thought of you telling me how sexy I am, how you want to taste me, and how you think of me when you’re fucking other girls. I brought myself almost there, and it was all I could do to hold back. Then I would slow, rubbing my hand gently, pretending it was your tongue cooling me down, before going back to working my clit faster and faster until I was back on edge. It was so hard to do that after already thinking about it for three days, thinking about you - how even though you’re across the country, you can still possess every part of me.
I switched to my vibrator and rubbed in fast circles, writhing as I worked my clit in homage to you. I remember you growling, “I’d give anything to see you come, little pet. I might just come down and do that, watch you from your window. Maybe I’ll come in and take you when you’re done.” Ever since that night, I’ve left the window unlocked for you, Sir. Would you sneak away for me for just one night?
I realized climax was going to be inevitable, and my other hand took the plug you sent and rubbed it in my juices. I slid it down towards my asshole and rubbed it lightly against my hole, trying to get used to the feeling, and I imagined it was the head of your dick waiting to finally sink into me. I had to work it just a little, but I was surprised by how good it felt. I bit my lip and circled my hips, teasing myself with it. As my other hand pressed the vibe hard against my aching clit, I moaned your name and sunk the plug into my ass. I came so hard, harder than I’ve ever come before, because each time I clenched around the fullness of it, intense aftershocks would roll through me again and again.
I just laid there panting for a moment, my vibe discarded as I imagined that it was you making me feel so full, your arms around me as you whispered what a good girl I am. I wonder if my neck would fit in your hand. I think that it would. I reveled in that fantasy for just a few moments before gratefully rising to finish my task, and I first licked my fingers clean before kneeling to lap up my mess. It was hard to do with your reminder still filling my ass, but I think I made you proud. Finally, I washed and dressed for work, and I addressed everyone as Sir and Ma’am throughout the day as you ordered. The picture enclosed is the proof you asked for, and it was taken under my desk just before lunch.
Sir, I hope that you’re pleased with me, and I’m very excited to have made this step in my training. I’m eager about the phone call you’ve promised, and I will wait for my next orgasm until I can have it to the sound of your voice.
Humbly yours,
Maya

AUTHOR’S NOTE:
I wrote this story back on ‘04 as whitewolves03. Since then I forgot my password and my e-mail was deactivated. I now go by the name of Lazarous and wanted to bring my first story to my new name.-July 2006
This is my first erotic story. All of the characters are fictional and from my imagination. I hope that you enjoy it.
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The bell rang. It was 7:55 on a Friday morning. Today, was the last day before Christmas break. Several students came into class, some had their cell phones to their ears while others were walking in with a cup of hot coffee in their hands. Mr. Cuevas was at the head of the class waiting patiently for his students.
“Alright guys, settle down,” he said.
“Hey, Mr. C. are you coming to the game?” asked Mitch. “I gonna sack a buncha fuckers from Cordova Academy tonight. It’s gonna be awesome!”
“Of course, but watch your language. This is a classroom, not your house,” joked Mr. Cuevas.
Mitch gave him the thumbs up. He, along with his crew moved to the back row. Mitch was a big guy. Six foot tall, about 220 pounds of muscle. A brick wall when it came to playing football.
The class got to their seats. Mr. Cuevas did his roll call.
“Has anyone seen. Sara?” asked Cuevas. Just then the door opened and a cool breeze entered the room. A white, geeky looking girl wearing a long black dress and a white blouse came in.
“Sorry, I’m late, Mr. Cuevas.”
“This is starting to become a habit. Try to be here on time, Sara.”
Sara pulled her brown hair behind her ear and adjusted her black frame glasses.
“Yes, sir.” she said.
Then another morning ritual began. “Grandma in the hoooouse!” “geek” “four-eyes!” “2X4!” several of the students yelled.
“What are you hiding under your long dress, Sara?” teased one of the cheerleaders.
“SHE PROBABLY WEARS GRANNY PANTIES!!” yelled out Mitch. The class broke out in laughter. Poor, Sara, her face got red with anger.
“Alright, that’s enough!” yelled out Cuevas. “The next person to make those types of comments in this class will be suspended. I don’t care who you are or what your popularity is, next time you’re suspended.”
The class stopped laughing and went back to their conversations, still amused with what they had done.
Sara thanked Cuevas and went to her seat and put her head down. She closed her eyes and wiped her tears away with a Kleenex. She hated everyone in this class, everyone but Cuevas. He was her favorite teacher. It was unfortunate that all of his other classes were full. This class had almost all of the “popular” kids. Sexy cheerleaders and hot jocks, you name them and they were here.
Sara could still hear everyone talking in the background. The bell rang, everyone starting reaching for their backpacks and purses. The whole class was out the door. The only ones left in the classroom were Cuevas and Sara.
“Sara, can I help you with something?” he asked.
“No, I’m fine, Mr. Cuevas.”
He slowly turned around and walked to his oak desk. Sara loved the shape of his body. He was built like the Statue of David. His face, Sara could stare at his face forever. Strong square jaw, cheekbones and when he smiled, oh those dimples drove her crazy. She felt her heart begin to race.
“Sara, don’t you have a class to go to?”
“No, my next class is in an hour. You don’t mind if I stay here for a while, do you?” she asked.
“Nope, it’s fine with me,” he said while working on his laptop. Sara knew that his next class began in two hours. It was weird, she thought, that every time she started thinking about, Mr. Cuevas she would automatically fantasize about having his cock inside her. She felt that he was the one. Sara loved this man. What’s not to love about him. He’s a gentleman, any girl would be lucky to have him.
Sara walked over to his desk and asked what he was doing.
“I’m working on my resume. Come this June, I’m gonna be laid off.” he said.
This made Sara tear up. “What’s wrong,” “You’re leaving. You’re not coming back next year?”
“Well, not because I want to. Budgets, you know. A lot of vocational teachers are being let go.” he said. Sara wrapped her arms tightly around him. Cuevas could smell the sweet strawberry fragrance of her hair. He placed his arms around her small waist, try to comfort her. What happened next was not what he expected. Sara leaned back and gave him a small kiss in the corner of his lips. Cuevas could feel his cock stiffening up. This geeky girl wearing black-framed glasses and a long dress was making him REAL hard.
Sara could feel his hard dick pressed against her petite body. However, she would be happier if his dick was in her mouth. Or better yet, in her virginal pussy. Cuevas didn’t back away. He let her kiss him. He felt her tongue penetrating his lips. Sara massaged her tongue against his. Cuevas could feel her warm breath from her nose tickle his upper lip.
Sara stepped back and sat on his large desk. Cuevas leaned forward and kissed her on the neck. He quickly moved his laptop onto one of the students desk. Sara laid down on his desk. He moved next to her and placed her head under his arm. Cuevas placed his other hand on her stomach over her white buttoned blouse.
Sara could feel his hand moving down from her stomach. She suddenly felt his warm fingers under her panties. She began to moan slowly.
“Oh, that feels good.” she said. Cuevas moved his hand further down, until he could feel Sara’s wet pussy. He gently rubbed her pussy. Sara’s moaning was making him so hard, he thought his dick was going to brake. Damn, he thought, he should have worn looser pants.
Sara sat up, and unzipped Cuevas’ pants. She pulled his cock out of his boxers. Wow, she had never seen a dick this big. She thought that they were only in movies.
“I’ve never done this before. I’m still a virgin.” she mentioned.
“That’s okay. We can go at your pace.” Cuevas wasn’t all that shocked to learn that Sara was still a virgin. The majority of the student body was too busy making her feel like crap instead of seeing the person she really was. Sara kissed the tip of his dick. Cuevas watched on as she placed his cock in her small mouth. Sara would roll her tongue all around his big, throbbing dick. Pleasing it and teasing it. Cuevas, began to moan Sara’s name. He had never moaned a woman’s name before during a blow job. This was new to him. He could usually last for hours. However, now he was fighting it. She was that good.
“Damn, Sara. You’re so good.”
She could feel his cock going deep inside her throat. Sara’s mouth was stretched wide open. She slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. She could feel his veins as it slid out of her lips.
She laid back down on his desk. Cuevas began to unbutton her white blouse. Sara exposed her small breasts. He began kissing one of her tits and caressing the other. Sara’s skin tasted like coconut.
“Fuck me, I want to feel your lips around my small pussy,” she said. Cuevas slowly moved down her stomach. Sara slightly lifted her lower body. He slipped her long dress off. It revealed black panties. They were damp with Sara’s pussy juice. Cuevas slipped her panties off and dropped them on the floor. Sara bent her knees and began to feel his tongue around her pussy. It felt so good. He spread her lips real wide and began licking her clit.
“Yeah, yeah. Make me yours. Make into a real woman” Sara moaned while breathing heavily. Cuevas slowly penetrated his index and middle finger into Sara’s pussy.
“Yes, yes! Keep doing that! That feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, yes!” she began to yell. Cuevas slipped his fingers out and put them in his mouth. Sara’s pussy tasted sooooo good. Best tasting pussy he had ever had. He then placed his throbbing cock on top of her wet pussy.
“Put it in! I want to feel you inside me! Make me yours, my love,”
Cuevas slowly pushed his dick into her small wet pussy.
“Fuck yeah, oooh, oooh, oooh, mmm, mmm. You feel soooo good inside,” he said.
“I was saving myself for you. I knew one day you would fuck me, fuck me real good! Yes! Yes!” she yelled out. Sara flipped on her stomach. She could feel him coming in from behind. Cuevas began thrusting his cock back and forth, in and out, in and out an a repeated rhythm.
Sara was already five minutes late for her next class, but she didn’t care. She was being fucked very well by the man she loved. She didn’t want this to end. She was enjoying herself very much. Cuevas laid on the table full of sweat. His cock pointed straight up. Sara bent her knees and guided his cock into her insatiable pussy. She bounced up and down repeatedly. Her small tits kept with the rhythm of her body.
“Keep going. Oh shit, I’m coming. YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, FUCK YEAH. Fuck yeah. That felt good.” yelled Sara. She got off his dick and starting sucking it again. A few seconds later, Cuevas could feel it. Five loads of cum. Right in Sara’s mouth. She didn’t bother stopping, she kept going. His juice was rolling down the side of her mouth. Sara looked so cute with her glasses on and with his rigid dick in her mouth.
Suddenly time seemed to slow down. The bell rang. It didn’t seem to stop.
“Hey, Sara. Wake up. Class is over.” Cuevas said.
Sara raised her head as the last student left the class. “I thought Mitch was the only one who slept through class.”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Cuevas. I didn’t mean to,” she said shamefully.
“You better get to class, you’re gonna be late.”
“My next class starts in an hour. Can I stay here for awhile?” asked Sara.
“Sure, my next class starts in an two hours,”
Sara thought that it was time to make her dreams real.
THE END

Chapter Four: Consummation
Part One
Sara pondered if she would ever feel as she had before. She wondered what chemicals the string of orgasms had released into her mind, into her bloodstream. Naughtily she ran her hand over her rubber-clad body, wishing to remain like this for ever. Her hand came to rest between her legs and she thought on the years of pleasure she would have with Cate. She knew it had to be love. Sara had enjoyed sex before, but this had lifted her to a different level, something she could not explain, it was just that the orgasms had come right from the core of her and she knew that with little effort Cate could trigger more. Love had reborn Sara as a true sexual creature.
“Concentrate.” Cate said with a smile.
“I am, I am.” Sara replied, blushing a little.
The couple sat in a fourth-floor apartment across from a diner on the western outskirts of Moscow. An incessant procession of small trucks and vans had been coming all evening.
“This is where that scum Krzysztof, back at the dojo, told me they were using a base. New recruits arrive here from Poland. You see that apartment block in the street behind: the nearest one. We had suspected they had bought it a while back, but it’s been lying dormant, now people are moving in, into some of the other blocks too. I think Sophia’s activities have driven the wolves out from the city centre and they’re regrouping here. In fact, I guess we can probably thank Pavel. He’s a better fighter than Sophia, but he’s too beholden to Tatiana. We need to wean him off slender goth women, toying with them distracts him from what’s important.”
The two women turned from the window as they heard a key in the lock. Sara hardly recognised Sophia when she entered. Her clothing now resembled the rubber and leather that Cate and Sara wore, though with a midnight blue tinge to it. Her heavily booted feet soundly loudly in the flat and were soon followed by Pavel and then another man Sara did not know. Pavel was easy to recognise from the one time Sara had seen him in ‘The Red Bar’. He was still pale and elegant, his long hair tied back, and now, though there was no hint of gold thread or embroidery about him, the pattern pressed into the matt leather of his coat and trousers marked him out from the shiny, smooth-clad women around him. However, Sara realised there was not even a fragment of desire for him in her, any attraction had been seared away by the passion she felt for Cate, no-one else came close. Sara turned slowly and looked at her lover, now deep in conversation with Sophia. Self-consciously Sara walked over to the vampiresses. She knew the last time Sophia had seen her, Sara had been nothing more than a mobile food source for Tatiana. Sara wondered if Sophia would despise her for that or whether she would even remember her: who knew the name of the cow that went to make up their hamburger?
Cate extended a protective arm around Sara and the two of them stood hip-to-hip. Sophia appraised Sara quickly, but no doubt saw the blade at her hip and connected the woman before her with the stories she had heard about Catherine’s human lover.
“Are you ready?” Sophia asked simply.
Sara started to nod, but felt a verbal answer was more convincing. “Yes, ready when you are.”
“Good.” Sophia said and turned to call the other man forward. “This is Arkadi; Sara.”
Arkadi was a dark-haired, bearded man in his late thirties, with a German style to him. He dropped a sports bag on the floor between the three women. He stooped to unzip it, then pulled out a brown leather jacket, jeans and cowboy boots. When everyone had seen them. he let them fall back into the bag
“We’ve gone for the kind of thing you’d expect in a diner, pretty much American style, even on the outskirts of Moscow. I used Catherine’s sizes, I guess you’re much the same.”
“Certainly.” Sara picked up the bag and went to the apartment’s bedroom.
Sara hesitated for a moment and let out a deep breath. It was not real fear that she felt, more a deep uncertainty. The plan was for her to go undercover, try at least to get a job at the diner, at worst become a regular there. The hope was she would be able to glean information which would lead the vampires, if not direct to Maciej, at least back on to his path. From what Cate had relayed to her, the vampire consensus was that he would be hosting, or, at least, the main speaker at, a lycanthrope rally; most likely at the next full moon the following week, because it fell so close to the equinox. Like vampires, lycanthropes revelled in ceremonies and to Sara, for near immortals, they seemed strangely obsessed in marking the passage of time. Sara’s qualms were whether she could pull this off, and what would happen if the werewolves di