Although I had always been attracted to Doug (I even fantasized about him while I got off with my vibrator and had sex with my boyfriend) I had never thought about him in “that way” because he was a family man who would never do something inappropriate. As I stood to put some papers away in the filing cabinet, I decided to flirt with him a little to see if I could get a reaction. I provocatively bent down over the files and crossed my ankles giving him a perfect view of my perky little ass and since I was wearing a skirt he could clearly see how tan and fit my legs were. I could feel him staring at me and my heart started to beat faster and my cheeks were already flushed from the wine. I sat back down at my desk and pretended to work.

A few minutes later Doug got up to get a glass of water. I decided that I would really lay it on thick and stood up and bent over his desk so that when he entered the room, he would see the ass and legs show again. He walked in and I could feel his eyes on me again. He moved to his chair and sat in it, facing me and trying desperately to keep his eyes off of my firm tits bulging out of my dress and push up bra. His faced turned red as his gaze fell to my cleavage. I laughed and this drew his attention to my face. I am not trying to be conceited, but no one would argue with the fact that I have am a beautiful girl. I have naturally tan skin and shoulder length brown hair, almond eyes and perfect pouty lips. He stammered something about more wine and got up and left the room .Since I knew I was having an effect, I decided to stay right where I was. When he walked in this time, he brushed my ass slightly and I leaned into his body softly, just enough to make him wonder if I was interested. He reached around my left side and set the wine bottle down. His arm grazed my tits as he pulled it back towards his body and I let out a soft “mmmm”.

At this point, I think he realized that I was interested and put his hands very softly around my waist. I stood upright and fell back against his strong chest. He began to kiss my neck softly, and had his hands around my hips now. I was going crazy, my cunt was so hot and wet for him that I had a hard time standing up straight and had to lean against his chest for support. He turned me around and I looked into his eyes and kissed him hard, pressing my tits against his chest. His cock was hard as steel as it pressed against my stomach and his hands were traveling up and down my back and finally rested with a hard grip on my ass. I moaned and he moved me backwards towards his desk. When I felt my ass against the desk I sat up on it and wrapped my bare legs around him. To my shock and disappointment he moved away from me. “I can not be doing this” he said “I’m married and I have two kids”. “I know you are” I said sweetly. “I have a boyfriend. You’re right, this is wrong”. I went up to him and put my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry and I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s just that I am so bored in my relationship. I love my boyfriend but you just made me so hot. I promise you that I will not tell anyone and I won’t expect anything”. I kissed him and he put his arms around me and ran his fingers through my hair. “God you are so beautiful” he said and kissed me again. His dick was still hard so I figured I would give it one more try. I backed myself towards the desk again and spread my legs around his body. This time he grabbed my bare thigh with his hand and groaned “Oh my god you have beautiful legs”. I giggled and began to unbutton his shirt as he moved his hands closer and closer to my hot cunt. The anticipation of having him touch my pussy was overwhelming and I was moving around wildly and whimpering. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of kissing and touching, he moved my white panties aside and gently stroked my pussy lips and clit, the tips of his fingers flirting with my wet pussy and leaving me helpless. He slowly put one finger inside my cunt and I moaned again, it was clear that he had a lot of experience in pleasuring a woman. My cunt was so wet and I was bucking hard against his hand. He began to increase the pace and was soon fucking me with his middle finger. He then slid another finger in and I threw my head back and gasped. His thumb caressed my clit and I was the hottest that I had ever been in my life. “Are you OK?” he said. I knew that I must have looked like a fool going over the edge with him merely putting his hand up my skirt. I moved up to him and lay my head on his shoulder “I’m sorry. I guess I’ve never been with someone who had known what they were doing before”. I could tell that turned him on and he commenced with the finger fucking, increasing the attention to my clit to show me exactly how well he knew what he was doing. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and came like a fucking rocket with his hand inside me. I lay there trembling and whimpering in his arms for almost a minute. Finally I was ready to go again and I kissed him hard while my hands felt for his zipper. It didn’t take me too long to find considering his cock was about to bust through his fly. I unzipped his pants and began to fondle his cock through his boxer briefs. He undid his belt, let his pants fall through the floor and stepped out of them. I hungrily attacked his underwear and until it was off and his 8 inch cock was exposed. I paused. It was beautiful, but wider than anything I had ever had inside me. He sensed my trepidation and again smiled with satisfaction. “Don’t worry baby, I won’t hurt you”. I laid back and moved my ass to the edge of the desk with my legs spread wide; waiting for him. He took the tip of his dick and teased my cunt with it, getting me hot and wet all over again. “Are you ready?” he asked. Was he kidding? Was I ready? I was on my back on his desk with the tip of his cock in my pussy writhing around like an animal. Was I ready? He continued to stroke me slightly with the tip of his cock and I tried in vain to get him to enter me. “Are you sure you’re ready?” He asked obviously enjoying the fact that he was in complete control of me and I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone in my life. I decided to tease him back and began stroking my clit with my right hand as I stared into his eyes. “Ohhhhhh” I moaned, my voice trembling. This seemed to do the trick and he finally put his cock in me. I screamed loud with pleasure. “OH MY GOD YOU FEEL SO GOOD. OH MY GOD. O MY GOD”. He rammed his cock hard into my pussy as far as it would go. I was going to come again and I didn’t want to yet so I moved my pussy off of his cock and got on all fours. “You’re the best Doug” I gasped as I put my ass in the air begging him to fuck me from the back. He began pounding me hard as I grabbed the sides of the desk and let him fuck me to his hearts content. “Hurt me Doug. Fuck me as hard as you can. Smack my ass!” He slapped my ass I could feel the hard muscle quiver, tightening my pussy around him. “I’m gonna come baby” he gasped. “Come all over my ass!” I screamed. He pulled out his massive cock put his hand on my shoulder as he shot his load onto my back and ass. I stayed there on all fours for a minute to let him recover. I then got on my knees and moved towards him putting my arms around his neck. He held me for a minute, and I felt like I was in heaven. “Can you do it again”? He didn’t answer me. He just pushed my back down on the desk and shoved his cum soaked cock into my pussy. He moved his body up on his toes and let the shaft of his cock slide in and out stroking my clit. I had never experienced anything so incredible and it just took me a second to come. I grasped the sides of the desk while I bucked wildly against his cock. “You’re so good. I’m coming again. OH MY GODD DOUG YOU’RE COCK IS THE FUCKING BEST COCK I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE”. My body tensed around his cock as I came hard. He pulled out of me and cleaned off his cock with my sweater. He then sat in his chair and pulled me onto his lap. I laid there limp in his arms happier than I had ever been. Finally we realized that it was nearing 10:00. “I’m sorry Kayley but I have to get home”. “Ok” I replied. “I meant what I said Doug, we never have to talk about this again”. “We’ll see how it goes” he said. “I do want to fuck you again though. I meant it when I said you were the best too”. He kissed me. I got dressed and cleaned up the cum all over his desk with 409. Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

 

Chapter 1

 

            I was too young and stupid to be a married man.  I had my heart broken in my first year of college and got married to the very next girl I dated.  It didn’t take long to find out what a mistake that was.  I flunked out of school, my parents wouldn’t let me move back home, and I was living with someone I really didn’t know or love. 

 

            I tried to make it work out.  We separated three different times, only to get back together.  I really wanted to make this work out.  By the time we separated for the third time I had run out of relatives to live with.  That’s where this story really begins.

 

            I worked at a grocery store in my home town.  It sucked, but the money was good for a small town in North Carolina.  The people were nice and they all enjoyed watching my circus ride of a life.  One of the guys on the night shift was always trying to help.  James meant well but he wasn’t the smartest knife in the draw.

 

            James overheard that I was looking for a room to rent.  My marriage wasn’t working out.  I was 19 years old, no money, and no place to live.  James told me to come home with him after work.  He said he may be able to help me out.  At the very least I could get something good to eat.

 

            James wasn’t much older than I was.  There were two things that bugged me about James.  The first was that he wasn’t that smart, but thought that he was.  The second was that he was very religious.  He was the deacon at his church and he was always trying to “save” me.  Deacons were normally a lot older, but James did everything at the church anyway.  They gave him the title because nobody else wanted to do the things that James was doing already.  But I liked James anyway.

 

            James took me home with him after work.  He told his wife to move the baby and her things into their bedroom.  He told her that he was renting me that room.  He was acting all macho and was really pissing off his wife.  I ate while they went to the back of the small mobile home, to talk more privately.  I overheard him tell Sharon that they needed the money almost as bad as I needed a place to stay.  She stopped complaining and started moving the baby things to their room.  James came back and told me to go home and get my things.  I didn’t want to, but I was out of luck and time.

 

            My life actually got better after moving in.  Sunday mornings sucked because James and Sharon got up very early for church.  They put on gospel music and weren’t quite about it.  They always asked me to go with them but I declined.  But things were getting better for me, until my asshole of a boss found out where I was living.

 

Chapter 2

 

            My boss loved to mess with people.  He was a sick sob.  He decided to split the stock crew in half.  I was promoted over James and put in charge of the day crew.  James was put in charge of the night crew.  I could tell it bugged James but he didn’t take it out on me.  There would be problems at home though and I knew my boss had planned it that way.

 

            I got to work normal hours, eat breakfast and supper at home with Sharon and the baby, and sleep normal night time hours.  James didn’t.  He ate at weird hours, ate leftovers, slept days, and missed out on a lot of family things.  It really pissed James off, but he never took it out on me.

 

            About a week into this new arrangement something unexpected happen.  I normally went to bed around 9 pm.  I was tired and hated the television shows that Sharon liked to watch.  I always sleep in the nude and had just drifted off when my bedroom door opened slowly.  Sharon had started doing my laundry for me and was bringing in a stack of folded cloths.  She was very quite and tried not to wake me.  She put down my cloths and turned to leave.  She stopped and I heard her gasp.  I hadn’t realized that my leg was not covered and that the rest my body had only a sheet to cover me.  I know that she could see everything.  I choose not to say anything but was getting turned on by her reaction.  I turned slightly and let the covers shift and let my cock come into view.

 

            I hadn’t had sex in over a month, so I was horny as hell.  I hadn’t thought of Sharon in that way before, but this was turning me on.  I got hard as a rock.  She shook her head and backed out of the room.  I heard a moan come from her bedroom a little while later.  I figured that she was playing with herself.  That sent me over the edge and I had to jack off.

 

Chapter 3

 

            While James was a big heavyset guy, Sharon was not.  She was 5’4” and hardly weighed 100 pounds.  I hadn’t really paid attention to it before but she had a nice body.  There was nothing spectacular about any one thing, just a very nice body.  I wondered how she got stuck with someone like James.

 

            For as plain and dumb as James was, Sharon was not.  She was smart and clearly handled all of the financial details for their family and for the church.  I know that I wasn’t the first to wonder how James managed to marry someone as sharp as Sharon.  James was about 6’1” and weighed more than he should.

 

            The next night was a lot like last night.  I was hoping for a repeat and made sure that if she came in tonight that see would see as much of me as possible.  I’m not as tall as James but my body was more toned.  At 19, it didn’t take much to get my cock hard.  My cock was 7” long and thick.  I wanted to make sure she got a good look at it, if she came back into my room.

 

            I started to feel guilty about this.  James had been good enough to take me in and here I was hoping to show his wife my nice hard cock.  Those guilty feelings disappeared when I heard my door open again around 11 pm.  She put my stuff down and stood at the foot of my bed just staring at my cock.  I didn’t say or do anything for a while, wanting to see what she would do.  My cock was so hard that it didn’t take much to make it jump and jerk around by itself.  She gasps and put her hand over her mouth.  She turned to leave and I thought the show was over for tonight.  I was wrong.

 

            As Sharon walked past the bed she reached out and lightly touched my cock.  It was all I could do to keep quite.  She stopped and continued to lightly stroke to underside of my cock.  I had no idea what was going through her mind, but I loved this.  Carefully she took my cock into her hand and she jerked me up and down a few times.  I had pre-cum leaking from the head of my cock and some of it got on her fingers.  I couldn’t believe it when she licked it off her finger.  She must have liked the taste.

 

            I had told her earlier this evening that I was a very heavy sleeper.  I told her that I saw that she had brought my cloths in after I had fallen asleep and that I hadn’t heard a thing.  This seed was now working to my benefit.  She dipped her finger back into my pre-cum and tasted it again.  I made no move at all.  I didn’t want to spook her.  When she saw that I was deep asleep she made her next surprising move.  She leaned over and took my cock into her mouth.  I could tell that she hadn’t sucked much cock by the way she acted.  I didn’t care, it felt great.  I wasted no time to give her a surprise too.  I shot off into her mouth.  I didn’t want her pulling away before I was done.  So, thinking quickly, I reached up and held her head in place and moan out my wife’s name.  This made her think I was dreaming about my wife, but what I was doing was making her swallow my cum.  I just held her head and kept fucking her mouth with my cock until I had no more cum to give her.  It was her turn to be careful to do anything to wake me.  She backed away from the bed and left the room.  That was hot!

 

Chapter 4

 

            I wondered how Sharon would act at breakfast the next morning.  She was her normal self.  You would have never known that she had sucked my cock last night.  Maybe there was more to this woman than I had thought.

 

            I had to figure a way to take thing to the next level and not scare her off.  So on the next night after dinner I turn the furnace off so that the house would get cold.  Of course I tried to fix it when she found that the house was getting cold.  I told her that I would get the needed parts in the morning and fix it before I go to work, but for tonight we were going to have to make do. 

 

            I knew that James had an electric heater in the work shed.  I told her that I would bring it into her bedroom so that she and the baby could stay warm tonight.  She was concerned about me but I played the game well.  I went on to bed with a few extra blankets.  After everyone was in bed I got up and knocked on her door.  When she answered I asked if she had any more blankets.  She said no, but ordered me to come and sleep in her room.  I protested but soon gave in.  As she turned away from me I took my robe off and climbed my naked body into her bed.  I waited a little while, until I knew she was asleep.  I pretended to also be asleep but snuggled up to her.  If she said anything I would again pretended that I had been asleep and thought she was my wife.  She didn’t protest when I spooned her.  I’ll never know if she thought I was James or not but when she felt my body against her she backed her but into me.  I reached around her and cupped her right breast and gently squeezed.  Her nipple got hard and so did my dick.  She moaned but didn’t wake.  I used my other hand to lift her gown and expose her naked ass to my hard cock.  I continued to spoon her.  I continued to massage her breast and nipple.  And I worked my cock between her closed legs.  I most have hit the right spot because she moaned again and opened her legs a bit.  The second I had enough working room I slid my cock into her pussy. 

 

            At some point she either woke up or stopped pretending.  She never looked back at me, she just asked me to fuck her.  And that I did.  I knew when she had her 1st orgasm because her pussy almost pushed my cock right out of her pussy.  It didn’t take long for me to fill her pussy with my cum.  Being 19 was now a good thing.  My cock never went soft.  I just continued to fuck her.  She cam three more times before I started to really pound her pussy.  She was coming for the fourth time when I filled her pussy again.  We both fell asleep just like that, with my cock still in her pussy.

 

            I got up the next morning before she did and reset the furnace.  I showered and made enough noise to wake Sharon.  I wanted to see how she would act this morning.  When I came into the kitchen for breakfast she was busy cooking.  She acted as if nothing had happened.  I told her that I had fixed the furnace and thanked her for helping me out last night.  She smiled and said she was glad to help.  I told her that I would love to repay her sometime, anytime.

 

Chapter 5

 

            It was half way through the next day when a cold chill ran down my spine.  My memory kicked in and I realized something was wrong.  I had been worried about not using protection last night.  She was married.  She had to be on the pill.  That’s when I remembered that James had bought rubbers several times in the past.  It had to do with their church.  They didn’t believe in most forms of birth control.  James said that the church wouldn’t like it if they knew he even under rubbers.  He said that they wanted to wait to have another baby.  All I could think about all day was the two loads of cum I had filled Sharon with last night.  Had I knocked her up?

 

            When I got home after work Sharon had dinner on the table.  Everything seemed normal, so I relaxed a bit.  We talked a little and watched TV.  I went to bed at the normal time.  I thought I was in the clear.  She hadn’t said nor done anything that made me think she even remembered anything about last night.  So I went to sleep.

 

            Up until now this had all been fun.  Since Sharon hadn’t acted like anything had happened I thought that little harm had been done.  If she wanted to play around a little, well, that was up to her.  It had all seemed somehow innocent.

 

            But then things started to get out of hand.  About 11 pm my bedroom door opened and Sharon walked in.  She didn’t have anything in her hands, as before.  She walked over to the bed, removed her robe, picked up the sheet, and climbed her naked body into my bed.  She didn’t say a word.  She gripped my cock and found it hard as last night.  She climbed on top of me and slid my unprotected cock into her pussy.  I looked on in amazement as she rode up and down on my cock.  She moaned and tossed her head back and forth.  She looked me right in the eye and said that she always loved being on top.  Her orgasm was shattering.  She was in control but clearly didn’t want gentle sex.  I rolled her over onto her hands and knees and really pounded her pussy.  I hoped the neighbor thought I was James having a good time because she was loudly shouting her approval of my pounding.  She cam several times that way before I filled her pussy with more of my seed.

 

            I knew this was wrong.  At the very least it was more wrong than anything we had done before.  But I couldn’t say no to her.  We fucked all night long.  I have no idea how many orgasms she had but I know that I filled her pussy three more times that night.  If she wasn’t pregnant from last night’s activities, then she would be tonight.

 

            She stayed with me all night.  I managed to sleep very little.  My alarm clock went off at the normal time.  I awoke to find Sharon sucking my cock.  I laid back and let her finish me off, swallowing every drop I shot into her mouth.  When she was finished swallowing we both got up and went back to own ends of the trailer to shower and start our day.  I dressed quickly and left for work without talking to Sharon.

 

            I knew that we had crossed a line that I was not comfortable with.  If Sharon wanted to fuck then I would be glad to pound her pussy.  But I was sure that Sharon would want more of me sooner or later.  And as I had said earlier, I liked James.

 

            I moved back with my wife the next afternoon, which was a Saturday.  I told James that I needed to try and make my marriage work.  He was happy to hear that and was none the wiser as to the real reason for my leaving.  Sharon was a little confused and upset.

 

            James and I remained friends.  A month after I had moved out He told me that Sharon was pregnant and he didn’t understand how it could have happened.  He seemed happy about it though.  I ran into Sharon from time to time.  I even managed to visit her when James was out of town. 

 

            I moved out of state just after the baby was born.  It was a boy.  I never say James or Sharon again.

What To Tell My Daughter

Chapter 1

          There I sat, at the kitchen table, looking into the eyes of my 14 year old daughter.  Twenty minutes ago she walked into the basement and saw something I had hoped nobody would ever find out about.  She was supposed to be in school for another 2 hours.

          “I know that you’re confused and upset.  But I will try to explain, if you will let me” I told her.

          “What is there to explain?  I saw my mother, naked in the basement, getting her brains fucked out!  I saw you cheating on my father.  I saw you begging a black man the fuck you” she yelled at me.

          “How could you do that?  Hell, you won’t even let me date a black person!  And there you were fucking one” she continued.

          “It’s not that simple.  It’s never that simple” I said.  “Sit back down and I will tell you the whole story.  It’s worse that even you might think.”  “How the hell did I let this get this out of control?”

          It was hard looking at my daughter at that moment.  She was so much like me, something I had always been proud of.  Both of us were the same size and shape.  At 5’1” and 110 lbs we both were in very good shape.  We both had long blond hair.  My breast and butt are a little bigger than Cindy, but she turns a lot of heads with what she has, even at 14. 

          With a tear in her eye, she sat back down and told me to try and explain what I was doing.  I told her that I would start with some basic history.  I knew that she knew most of this stuff, but I needed a starting place that would help her see how this all got started.

          She already knew that her father was raised in this neighborhood.  She knew that this house was his boyhood home.  She also knew that his parents, her grandparents, were killed in a car wreck when she was 3 years old.  They had left us the house.  I told her that, at that time, we weren’t poor but getting this house made all the difference for us.  It was paid off, so we saved a lot of money each month.  It meant that I didn’t have to work while you and were so young.

          At that point I moved into details she knew very little about.  I told her that the neighborhood had changed a lot from when your father was a boy.  The neighborhood was an even mix of black and white and was considered upper middleclass.  When we moved back to the neighborhood it was mostly black and was now a rather poor place to be.  I explained to her that I had not been raised around anything other that white people.  I wasn’t sure what we getting ourselves into.

          Your father knew enough of the locals to feel comfortable here.  He told me that the rules in a place like this were very simple.  If the people in this neighborhood liked you they would go out of their way to be friendly.  If they didn’t like you, thought that you might be prejudice, or were scared of them, then they could make your life a living hell.  Just relax.  They’re people, simple as that.

          He was right.  We met several nice couples but it seemed that it was mostly the men in the neighborhood that came around to visit with your father.  I got comfortable about everything except one.  I told her that one of her father’s oldest friends kept hitting on me.  He made it very clear that he would like to “welcome me to the neighborhood, the black kind of way.”  I didn’t know what that meant exactly, but I wasn’t interested.

          I followed your father’s advice and did everything I could to say no, but to not piss him off.  He was a very important man around here.  I wanted no trouble.  I would put him off by asking him things like “what would your wife say” or “I feel very welcome here with things the way they are”.

          I explained to Cindy that she had just turned 5 and was starting a special pre-school program we found for her.  Cindy said that she remembered that school and how much she loved it.  I told her that this was when the trouble and the mistakes started.

Chapter 2

          We were attending a block party on a Saturday night to celebrate the end of summer.  All the parents had gotten together and hired several babysitters to watch all of the kids so that the parents could drink, party, and stay out as late as we wanted.  It was so much fun.  I guess I had a few drinks.  I wasn’t drunk or anything, just feeling good.  Your father was past feeling good, he was flying high.

          That was when Bob, Mr. Johnson, started in on me again.  I was getting very tired of this.  So instead of being nice I just, point blank, asked him what it was going to take to get him to stop hitting on me.  He was a little surprised by my outburst.  He recovered quickly and told me that if I would have sex with him just once that he would stop.  He looked like he meant it.  I don’t know why I said yes to him, but I just wanted the harassment to stop.

          Cindy asked me why I hadn’t told Dad what was going on.  I told her that I had told him on several occasions.  He told me to be firm, but friendly when telling him I wasn’t interested.  Your father said he would talk to him but Bob used to bully your dad when he was in school.  I think your father was a little afraid of him.  Bob did a lot for your father, when he wanted too.  I don’t think he ever did talk to him, which only encouraged Bob all the more.

          After I realized what I had agreed to, I went to find your father to help me.  He was so messed up that he was no help at all.  I had no choice but to let Bob have his way with me or really piss him off.  I was so scared.

          Bob came and took me by the arm and lead me back to our house.  Most of the men sitting around with your father saw this and just smiled.  I think they knew what was about to happen. 

          When we got back to our house Bob asked me what room would be best?  I told him about the basement.  We had a bedroom set up for visitors down there.  It was much but it would do.  When we reached the bottom of the stairs Bob turned me around and kissed me.  He held me tight with one hand and started undressing me with the other.  I was so scared.  I just stood there while he stripped me naked.

          He carried me to the bed and laid me down.  We didn’t have a lot of time so there wasn’t much foreplay.  He spread my legs and started eating my pussy.  Bob was 6’4” and weighed at least 225 lbs.  He could easily eat my pussy and reach his hands up and play with my breasts and nipples. 

          Cindy asked me why I was going into all of the gross details.  I replied that if she wanted to really understand what she saw downstairs then she would need to know these facts.  She shook her head and I continued.  I told her that there were a couple of details that she needed to remember about me. The first was that your father was a very good lover.  He knew just how to make a woman feel. He also had a nice size cock.  He had 8” and really knew how to use it.  I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world.  The second fact you need to know is that I go totally nuts went I have my pussy eaten.  To me it is the best part of sex.  I get lost in my emotions.  It makes me so hot.

          So, here Bob was eating my pussy and playing with my boobs.  I came in less than a minute and kept cuming until he stopped eating me.  I was half drunk and horny as hell.  I needed sex!

          Bob stood up and took off his close.  I had always wondered if the stories about black men true.  Well, when Bob removed his pants and underwear I found out that those stories were true.  Bob was as big as your father but he wasn’t hard yet.  He walked over to the edge of the bed and pulled my face to his cock.  I was so horny I didn’t care.  I opened my mouth and sucked him in.  He started to grow the second my tongue touched his cock.  It grew and grew.  I later found out later that Bob’s cock was 12 ½” long and as big around as a beer can.  When he was hard I could only get the head of his cock in my mouth.

          Bob removed his cock from my mouth and climbed onto the bed with me.  I told him I didn’t think I could handle his cock.  He laughed and said most women say that but as long as he goes slow I would be fine.  I was so wet from him eating me and me cumming that it didn’t take much effort for Bob to get the head of his cock into my pussy.  I really knew I was in for a real fucking as he inched his way into my pussy.  I had the most intense orgasm before he got half of that monster in me.  He really started to push his way into me and began to pump in and out.  Each time he pumped in he went a little deeper.

          I was moaning and screaming with pleasure and pain.  He finally got all of his cock in me.  I couldn’t believe that it would fit.  He really started to pound my poor pussy.  I lost count on the number of orgasms I had.  Bob wasted little time in cumming.  He filled my pussy with tons of cum.  We lay together for a few minutes to get our breath back.  When Bob pulled out of me my pussy made funny noises. 

          Bob got up and started getting dressed.  I still couldn’t move.  Bob said he would see me back at the party and disappeared up the stairs.  What Bob and I didn’t know was that Dwayne, Mr. Allen, had snuck down stairs and had watched Bob fuck me.  I needed a minute to recover and laid my head back and closed my eyes.  I thought Bob had come back for seconds when I felt someone climb onto the bed.  My legs were still hitched up and he had easy access to my pussy.  He entered my pussy and filled me up in one stroke.  He started pounding my pussy good and hard.  It took no time before I started cumming again.  I opened my eyes and was shocked to find that it wasn’t Bob fucking me.  Dwayne was working my pussy over good.  Again I lost count of the number of orgasms I had.  My mind wanted him to stop; my body was hoping he would never stop.  I kept hearing someone begging Dwayne to pound my pussy.  IT WAS ME.

          Dwayne came quickly and pulled out of me.  He dressed and left before I could recover and start complaining.  I was drunk, somewhat in shock, and total fucked out, and exhausted.  I made myself get up.  I worked my way slowly to my bedroom.  I tried to take a shower but my legs just would work well enough.  I gave up and just went to bed, naked and leaking.

          A few minutes later I awoke to noises coming up the stairs.  It was Bob and his son Charlie bringing your father home.  They laid him on the bed and turned to leave.  I told Bob that I needed to talk to him and asked him to call me on Monday morning.  He smiled back at me.  I know he thinks I want another ride, but I wanted to tell him about Dwayne.

Chapter 3

          The next morning was Sunday.  We were able to sleep late because the babysitters were not supposed to bring the kids home until around 10 am.  I worked on fixing breakfast, but it wasn’t easy.  I had a mild headache from the beer.  But the rest of me was a total wreck.  My legs felt like I had run 10 miles.  My pussy was so sore that I couldn’t touch it.  My stomach area hurt too from all of the powerful orgasms.  I couldn’t be sure, but I had lost count at 15 orgasms in 45 minutes.  I would swear that the whole thing was a dream if it weren’t for the pain.  It had hurt so bad to pee that morning that I put off taking a shower.  I knew that I smelled of sex.  I had dried cum streaks all the way down to my knees.  Those two black men must have shot a gallon of cum inside me.

          Your father wasn’t in any shape to notice my condition.  His headache was massive.  He walked around the house all day long with sunglasses on and an ice pack on his head.  I told Cindy that she got such a laugh at the two of us.  She had found ways to make loud noises just to watch her father jump.  The day past quickly and uneventfully.

          The next morning I got you ready for school and your father took you on his way to work.  I was glad that I didn’t have to get dressed and go out.  I was still sore and tried not to walk around too much.  I also wanted to call Bob.  I thought it would be a good idea to tell him about Dwayne.  I didn’t know what to expect but I hoped Bob could help stop Dwayne from shooting off his mouth.

          Just as I was picking up the phone to call Bob there was a knock at the back door.  I looked out the window and say that it was Bob.  I let him in, half expecting him to try and get in my pants again.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.  Bob looked very upset and start telling me how sorry he was about Saturday night.  He said that he wasn’t sorry that we had sex, that he wasn’t sorry that he had been dogging me about it for months, but he was sorry that I had agreed to do it just to get rid of him.  He explained that he had never forced anyone into having sex with him.  He kept saying that he was sorry.  It was clear that he didn’t know anything about Dwayne.

          I stopped Bob and told him that Saturday night was in the past.  I said that it couldn’t happen again but that I had enjoyed it much more than I should have.  Bob smiled until I told him that Dwayne had watched us and that he had fucked me after he had left.  Bob went nuts.  I told him that it hadn’t been rape exactly, but that it wasn’t something that I had wanted to happen.  He had taken advantage of the situation and I was scared that he would come back wanting to do it again.  I told him that while my mind was saying no, my body begged him to never stop.  I didn’t know how to live with that fact, but I couldn’t let that happen again.

          Bob told me that the best thing to do was to let him handle it.  Dwayne had a big mouth and probably already told all his buddies what had happened.  Bob said that the good thing about it was that nobody believed that big mouth.  Bob said that he would talk to Dwayne but that the best thing to do for now was nothing.  I really didn’t have a choice but to let Bob handle.

          I asked Bob what this protection was going to cost me.  He looked hurt, but responded by saying that he had told me that he would never do anything with me again that I didn’t ask him to do.  He got up and left without saying another word.

          I thought everything had gone back to normal.  Nothing happened for the next four days.  I had left several messages for Bob to thank him for his efforts.  He didn’t return my calls.  I found out on Thursday night from your father that he had gone out of town for a few days.  I only hoped he had talked to Dwayne before he left.

Chapter 4

          On Friday morning, around 10 am, I was in the basement doing the laundry.  I heard a knock on the basement door and I opened it.  It was Dwayne and one of his loser friends Tom.  I never knew Tom’s last name.  Dwayne just walked in past me without even saying hello.  He looked pissed off.  He ordered me to tell Tom that he had fucked me on Saturday night.  I played dumb.  That only pissed him off more.  He yelled that nobody believed him.  I asked him why they should believe such a lie.

          Dwayne said that I had loved it and had begged him to keep doing it.  He said that everybody would believe him after today, he had a witness.  Tom looked shocked at that and wanted nothing to do with what Dwayne had planned.  But he didn’t leave either.  He just watched as Dwayne pinned me against the wall and started undressing me.  He was so big and tall.  All he had to do was to grab both of my wrists with one hand and lift me almost off the ground.  He used the other hand to strip me naked.  I fought as hard as I could but it was useless.  As soon as I was completely naked Dwayne picked me up and carried me over to the same bed that he had fucked me on Saturday night.  I begged him to stop but he didn’t care.  He climbed on top of me in a 69 position and began eating my pussy.  He kept trying to stick his cock in my mouth but I managed to avoid it, for a while.

          I reminded Cindy how I reacted to having my pussy eaten.  I had a tear in my eye as I told her this.  I tried so hard to fight him off and to not give in.  I told her that it pissed me off when men seem to think that women became babbling idiots when you get them naked.  But I couldn’t help how my body reacts to oral sex.  The more he ate me the less I complained and the more I moaned.  The more I moaned the easier it was for Dwayne to get his cock into my mouth.  When he managed to get it inside real deep it wasn’t going to come out until he wanted it too.  I kept turning my head from side to side to try and get his cock out of my mouth.  But the more I move my head the more of a blow job I was giving him.  When I stopped thrashing my head around he start moving his hips and fucked his cock into my mouth.

          I lost track of time, but it couldn’t have been long before I cam for the first time.  It was very intense.  A minute or two later a second and stronger orgasm hit me.  I almost passed out.  It was Dwayne’s movements that brought me back to reality.  He was about to cum in my mouth and I knew there wasn’t anything I could do about it.  I also knew that I was going to have to swallow his cum because there was no way to get his cock out of my mouth or any way to spit it out.  His cum hit the back of my throat. He kept cumming.  He filled what little room there was left in my mouth and I had to swallow in order to breath.  But once I started swallowing I had to keep swallowing.  He shot at least 8 or 9 times into my mouth.  I was swallowing the last of his cum when my third orgasm ripped through me.  When we were done cuming we both just lay there motionlessly.

          I felt a second set of hands start to move me as Dwayne climbed off of my body.  I was moved up onto my hands and knees.  I don’t know when or what part of what just happened that gave Tom the idea that I was having a good time.  But when I opened my eyes to see who was moving me I say that Tom had removed his clothes and was now putting his cock in my face.  He wasn’t as big as Bob or Dwayne.  His cock was about 10” long and skinner.  I had no intention of sucking his cock.  I just wanted this mess to stop.  I kept my mouth closed as best I could.  But Dwayne did me in when he stuck his hardening cock into my pussy from the other end.  My mouth shot open to let out a cry of pain and pleasure.  But as soon as my mouth opened it was filled.

          My pussy was still tight, but not as bad as Saturday night.  Dwayne went deeper with each stroke until he had his entire cock in me.  It still blew my mind that anyone could get a fat 12” cock all the way into my tiny pussy.  But I felt his balls hitting my clit each time he pounded into me.  Tom was trying to do the same with my mouth.  He kept pushing deeper until I would gag.  It didn’t take long before I was cumming again.  Tom took full advantage also.  He really pushed hard with his cock into my mouth.  The next thing I knew my nose was buried in pubic hair and his balls were hitting my chin.  I heard him tell Dwayne that he was in all the way, that “the bitch is deep throating me”.  That must have excited Dwayne, because both men pounded my pussy and throat.  It felt really weird having a cock in my throat.  I could feel every inch of it.  I knew he was ready to cum before he did.  I couldn’t taste anything but I still felt the need to swallow. 

          As soon as Tom finished he pulled out.  Another orgasm hit me and Dwayne followed it by cumming himself.  I was wasted and couldn’t move if I wanted to.  I felt Dwayne pull out of my soaked pussy.  Tom wasted no time filling me back up.  He was different though.  He would fuck for a minute and then pull completely out.  When he was out he would rub his cock on my clit and on my asshole.  I had no idea what he was doing until he started pushing the head of his cock into my asshole.  All of his other movements had been aimed at getting my asshole lubed up for him.  I begged for him to stop.  The pain was unbelievable.  He just kept going deeper with each stroke.  I knew he was all the way in when he started to pound me.  My legs gave way and he fell on top of me.  I thought I would die and was never so glad when he cam and pulled out of my ass.

          Dwayne and Tom continued to take turns on me all morning long.  They each fucked me three times and shot off into my mouth two more times.  My ass had been fucked, as had my throat.  I may have missed a few but I made sure to keep count of the number of orgasms I had.  If my memory was correct I came 17 times in the three hours that these two men fucked me.  I was embarrassed at how my body had reacted to this assault.  But on the other hand I had never felt so alive.  The only reason they stopped was because of the time.  They knew that school was about to let out and parents had to be parents, including them.  They got dressed quickly.  Tom thanked me, if you can believe that.  Dwayne just smacked my on the ass and said I would see him soon.  I looked at the clock and realized that I had 30 minutes to get cleaned up and to pick you up from the school.  I don’t know how I managed it, but I did.  Nobody seemed to notice anything different about me.  All I knew was that I needed to get through the rest of this day and find Bob ASAP.

Chapter 5

          Bob called me on Sunday afternoon.  I told him that Dwayne and paid me another visit and that he had brought company.  I could tell that Bob was pissed even though he was quite on the phone.  He told me he would take care of it.  He was cussing as he hung up the phone.

          On Monday morning Bob showed up at the back door.  I asked him inside but he said I needed to come outside with him for a minute.  As we came around the back of the garage I say Dwayne being held my two other men.  Bob and Dwayne were very big men but these two guys were awesome.  Both were at least 6’7” tall and weighed more than 300 pounds.  Dwayne looked scared.

          Bob asked Dwayne if there was something he wanted to say to me.  He told me that he was sorry about Saturday and Friday.  He said that he would not be bothering me anymore.  Before I could answer Bob said “I’m sure that you won’t.  But to make sure you don’t forget or that any of your stupid friends decides to pay the lady a visit let me make sure you remember”.  With that, the other two young men started beating the hell out of Dwayne.  I tried to get Bob to stop them, but he said that I didn’t understand the streets.  This message needed to be sent.  Or would you rather have black men knocking on your door ever day looking for a quick fuck?  I wanted neither and managed to get Bob to stop the beating.

          Bob got into Dwayne’s face and told him that I belonged to him and nobody touched his woman but him.  Dwayne shook his head in acknowledgement and ran out as soon as he was freed.  Bob thanked his helpers and walked back inside with me.  I was pissed at what Bob had told Dwayne.  I don’t belong to anybody except your father.  He explained that it was the only way to protect me now that Dwayne’s stories had a witness.  He said it wasn’t any big deal.  Just agree to have lunch out in public every so often and everybody will believe what I told Dwayne.

          Bob was right about a lot of things.  The whistles and catcalls stopped when I was out shopping.  There were no other surprise visitors.  And it was kind of nice having a simple lunch out with Bob every other week.  Everything at home was ok too.  I told Cindy that she was loving school.  Your father was happy at work and at home.  The only problem I had was that I was horny all the time.  I made love with your father every night for the next two weeks.  I couldn’t get enough.  The sex was good, but it wasn’t the same.  I told Cindy that this is what I meant when I said that “when you open the Pandora’s Box you can’t close it back up”. 

          I explained that I had had sex four times, on two days with black men, and had cum more times on those occasions that I had in years.  I also explained that I had never had such strong orgasms until then.  Sex with your father was great and I did cum.  But it was a plain vanilla kind of orgasm.  I used my fingers to get off almost every day.  I think that was why I enjoyed having lunch with Bob.  There was always a possibility that I would have a big black cock inside me again.  It never happened and I always felt guilty, but it didn’t change things.

          Things changed for me on a Saturday morning about two weeks later.  I was buying the groceries at the local market.  I didn’t like the look at the zucchini that was on the shelf.  Robbie was a young black kid that worked in the produce department.  He was about 18 and was very good looking.  I knocked on the produce department door and stuck my head through.  I asked Robbie if he had anything fresher.  He told me to come on back and he would show me what they had in the cooler.  It was innocent enough until I noticed that he had a huge lump in the front of his pants.  He didn’t say or do anything, but I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of it.  I guess I had a weird look on my face because Robbie asked me if I was ok.  I surprised myself with my answer.  I told him that I was ok, but told him that I should be the one asking him that question.  I smiled and pointed at his hardon.  I am normally not that bold, but I was getting horny just looking at it.

          I didn’t know that a black man could blush but there was no mistaking it.  Robbie was lost for words.  He tried to apologize and actually looked scared.  I asked him what had gotten him hard like that.  He said that he had heard all of the stories and begged me not to tell Mr. Johnson.  He was really scared.  There was something about this situation that turned me on.  The two previous occasions had not been my idea, not within my control.  Here, I was in total control.  I toyed with Robbie.  I asked him if I could see his cock.  I thought he was going to turn and run, but I grabbed his arm and made him stay.  I unzipped his short pants and reached in to fish out his cock.  He was so hard that I had to unbuckle his shorts and pulled them and his underwear down in order to get his cock free.

          I told Cindy that I could only guess, but that his cock appeared to be bigger than your father’s and Tom’s.  It was not as big as Bob or Dwayne, which would make Robbie’s cock was about 11”.  It felt silky to the touch, but very very hard.  The more I touched it the more uncomfortable Robbie got.  I told Cindy that I now know that this is why I was acting that way.  I needed to be in control of something.  Combined with my continuous horny state and this all made sense.  You should have seen the look on his face when I put as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.  I started to move my mouth up and down.  He moaned and then said that he didn’t understand.  Mr. Johnson said to leave you alone.  I stopped sucking long enough to tell Robbie that this was my idea.  I told him that the stories he had heard were most likely true, but I was forced to participate.  I told him that Bob won’t hurt him as long as he keeps his mouth shut and I don’t tell him. 

          I went back to sucking on Robbie’s cock.  He relaxed enough to put his hands on the back of my head and started pumping.  Being young and oversexed, it took Robbie no time to fill my mouth with cum.  I swallowed as much as I could but some leaked from both sides of my mouth.  I stood up and wiped my face clean while Robbie regained his composure.  I told him that I wished I had time for him to fuck me but that we both had things to do.  I told him he would get a chance later.  With that, I picked up a fresh zucchini and left the produce cooler.  I quickly finished my shopping and returned home.  As soon as the food was put away I went up stair to make myself cum.  I sure was glad I hadn’t forgotten about the zucchini.  It felt wonderful.

Chapter 6

          As soon as I saw you and your father I felt like such a slut.  I had no idea why I was acting that way.  I love you and your father.  I didn’t want to cheat on him or endanger our life together by causing your father to divorce me.  But I wanted to cum like I had cum before.  It wasn’t that your father didn’t take care of me sexually.  I needed something he couldn’t give me.  Until today I had managed to fight these urges.  I didn’t know what I would do next.  I didn’t trust myself.  It was all I could do to make sure that the two of you didn’t see my panic.

          What I needed was someone to talk to about this.  The only person I could think of was my old college roommate.  She was a good friend and I trusted her to keep her mouth shut.  She had screwed around quite a bit back in college.  I also knew that she had fucked a few black guys too.  I was lucky in that she hadn’t moved too far away.  She lived in a small town about an hour away.  I called her and set up a meeting for the next weekend.  I told your father that I would be sending the night and getting caught up with old times.  The truth was that I wasn’t sure how long it would take to take this out or how much free time she would have.  She was married and had two little boys.

          I arrived at Paula’s house at noon the following Saturday.  I spent some time with her family, getting to know her husband and kids.  Later that afternoon Paula and I went out shopping.  We found a nice quite place at a restaurant she knew, so that we could talk.  I told here everything that had happened in the last few weeks.  She took in my story and just smiled at me when I had finished.  She knew that I had been tight legged in school.  She found it quite funny that I had found the pleasures a black cock could bring.  She wasn’t much help to start with.  After she got over her laughter, she did help me talk it out.  She said that it had been difficult trying to stop fucking around when she got married.  She said that two things had helped her let it go.  The first was that she had screwed around enough that it wasn’t new anymore.  She said it was still fun, but she had regained some control over when and with whom she would mess around with.  The second thing was that she had met her husband during that same time period.  He knew what she was doing and loved her anyway.  She stopped messing around because she wanted too, not because he made her.  He wanted her to quit, but left it up to her as to how and when to make it happen.

          I asked her if she regretted having to stop.  She said that she would be lying if she said she would love to have a nice big black cock between her legs again.  She said that she wouldn’t do anything to spoil what she has now.  That made me feel better, that there was a light at the end of the tunnel.  But what was I going to do about my situation?

          Paula said that I was going to have to live out some of my feelings.  She said that she could see how upset I was.  I told Cindy that Paula could tell how much I loved her and her father.  However, she said that I had experienced something special.  Those black men had made me cum so often and so hard.  I hadn’t responded like that to sex with anyone else.  She said that those experiences were too new and would be almost impossible to ignore.  She said I would have to work my way through this, one way or the other.  She said that there was one fact that I wasn’t going to get away from.  That fact was that I enjoyed the sex and that I would continue cheating until I had worked all these feelings out.  If I acknowledged that I enjoyed having sex with those men, then I would gain some control over this and I might not get caught.  If I denied my feelings, or tried to ignore them, I would have no control over what might happen.  No control means that I would, sooner or later, get caught.  We called it a day.  I had a lot to think about.

Chapter 7

          By the time I got home my head was spinning.  I had spent most of my free time thinking about what Paula had said.  I couldn’t tell if she was making sense or I was going crazy.  The only thing that was worse than my confusion was how horny I was, all the time.  Your father screwed me three times that Sunday and I wanted more.  I fingered myself two more times and was begging for more.  I hardly slept that night.

          The next morning I decided to call Bob and get myself properly fucked.  He couldn’t get over here fast enough.  I hadn’t told why I needed to see him.  I guess he thought some other asshole was making a pass and he was going to have to kill the dumb bastard.  I wished I had a camera with me when I told him that I was horny and wanted to fuck.

          After he got over the shock of what I had said, he scooped me up in his arms and took me to the basement.  He almost ripped my clothes off.  I guess he thought that I would change my mind if he didn’t get me naked fast enough.  I blinked twice and I was naked, on my back, legs spread, and Bob’s head was buried in my pussy.  I cam almost immediately.

          Bob wanted to mount me right after eating me, but I stopped him.  I had actually enjoyed sucking Robbie’s cock so much that I pulled Bob to the head of the bed and took in as much of his cock as my mouth would allow.  I had forgotten how big he really was.  I had three inches of his cock in my mouth and had both of my hands stroking him, at the same time.  He must have been very excited because it took no time for him to fill my mouth with cum.  I swallow as fast as I could but more ran down my chin than went down my throat.

          I told Cindy that when her father finished having sex he would go limp.  That was normal.  But Bob stayed hard.  He mounted me a little too quickly and the pain was awesome.  He couldn’t control himself.  The first time he fucked me he took lots of time getting his huge cock into me.  Not this time, he was all the way inside me in thirty seconds.  I loosened up quickly.  All those other cocks had done their damage.  God, I love how big his cock was and how full I felt.  He pounded my poor pussy.  I would have been moaning like hell but every time he slammed into me it took my breath away.  I tried to keep count of my orgasms but that was a waste of time.  It felt like it was one long intense explosion.  I had three of those type explosions before Bob pumped my belly full of cum.

          While I knew he hadn’t fucked me for an hour, it sure felt like it.  We lay together until we could catch our breath.  I was surprised that his cock stayed inside my pussy even as it went soft.  After we had rested for a few minutes, Bob wanted to talk.  He wanted to know what had changed.  He said that he was surprised to hear from me and was shocked when he had heard me ask him to fuck me.  I explained about what I had been going through the last few weeks.  I also explained about my visit to Paula.  He laughed when I told him about Robbie.  I told him that I was going to play this out and see where it goes.  I thought my sex life was great until I had a giant black pole stuck into my pussy.

          Bob got up and took a quick shower.  When he returned he said that he had an idea that could make my life much better.  He said that he had noticed that the house and yard needed lots of attention.  I told him that we did the best that we could, but money was a little tight.  He said that he knew a few men in various trades that could come by and help make this old place shine again.  He said that they did good work and that they all had something else that I needed.  He smiled and his hand traveled down his body until it reached his big cock.  Then he said that they all loved white women and would be glad to work for pussy.

          I made it quite clear that I was not a whore.  He agreed and told me I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to.  He said that I should set up a meeting with each of the men and let them see what work needed to be done.  While they are checking out the work I could check out the men.  If I like what I see then schedule the work.  If you don’t want to be with any of them just let me know and I will find others that you will approve of.  He said it would all be in my hands.  You control who you fuck, when it happens, and how often it happens.  I told him I would think about it.  Then I smiled and asked him what his finder’s fee was.  He smiled back and let his hand travel down his body to his going cock.  I slid to the end of the bed and sucked his cock into my mouth.

Chapter 8

          Over the next two weeks I interviewed a landscaper, a painter, an electrician, and a heating and a/c guy.  To speed things along with my story I told Cindy only the highlights, until something very important happened.  I think she was more comfortable with that.  I also think I was making her horny, but we won’t go there.

          While I did feel more in control than before, I was still out of control.  I wanted to get past this as soon as possible.  I thought that if I could get enough black cock I would find the balance that my life had been missing.  I decided to interview each of the men that Bob recommended.  I figured that I would find a few that I would like.  Little did I know that my pussy wanted them all.

The landscaper offered to treat the lawn once, to mow it every week, to clean up the leaves in the fall, and to trim the trees and scrubs as needed.  He told me that Bob had said I would be paying for this in an unusual way.  I blushed, but shock my head in agreement.  He just smiled and said that he would be bringing a three man crew each Wednesday.  We did have a very big yard to take care of.  He said that he would want me to take care of all three men.  He said that two men would be working outside and one would be “working” inside.  I blushed again, but agreed. I hadn’t counted on handling that many men in one day, but what the hell.  The sooner I got over this obsession the better.  Instead of signing a contract he took me downstairs and sealed the deal with an 11” black pen.  He was big, strong, handsome, and he fucked the hell out of me for almost an hour.

          The painter agreed to paint the inside of the house except the basement.  He also agreed to paint the outside of the house and the stand alone garage.  He said that it would take four men about two weeks to complete the job.  He wanted me to take care of his entire crew each day that they were on the job, himself included.  He said that it would be difficult to control the men and the quality of their work unless each man got treated the same.  He said that job was so large and costly that he would like to visit me once a week for the next six weeks to cover his expenses.  I was concerned about this last wrinkle.  What if I decided to quite fucking around before then?  He knew that was a problem with me and offered me the option of allowing his crew to visit me on rainy days, when they didn’t have any work.  I agreed to that option, but only two additional visits.  We sealed the deal in the basement.  That was the day that I got butt fucked for the second time.  I swore that was the last time I would ever allow that to happen again.  These men were too big for that kind of action.

          The electrician saw that I needed some minor repairs, some wiring upgrades, and I wanted additional outlets in the bedrooms and the basement.  He also did telephone work and would add an additional jack in the basement and in Cindy’s room.  Most of his work was labor, so all he wanted was to fuck me on the two visits it would take to do the work.  He said that he would like an additional visit to cover the materials.  I sealed the deal with a blowjob in the kitchen.  He was in a hurry to get to another job.  His name was Decker and I liked him so much that he visited many more times than the work required.  He cock was 13” long but not very fat.  I was surprised when he worked his cock into my throat and face fucked me.  I really liked how that felt and allowed his to come by as often as our schedules would allow.  I was spending a lot of time on my back those days.

          The heating and a/c guy was nice too.  I would only need him on an as needed basis.  I told him I would take care of him each time he had to come out.  He agreed, with one addition.  He said that if I needed him at night or weekends, he would want to visit me twice for each of those visits.  I agreed.

          Bob introduced me to a mechanic too.  I got so used to setting up deals for services that I set up a few on my own.  We needed to solve a bug and ante problem in the house.  One quick fuck in the basement and the problem was solved.   

          The more I talked the more Cindy’s mouth hung open.  She asked me if there was anybody in the community I hadn’t fucked.  She laughed when I told her that I hadn’t been with the priest or the doctor.  Cindy laughed and said that they are both white.  I laughed back.  Cindy wanted to know more.

Chapter 9

          I told Cindy that arranging a schedule that allowed me to not get caught and yet take care of all of my promises was the difficult part.  Most days were spent with me seeing 2 or 3 different men.  I started at 10 am and stopped when I needed to get cleaned up and go to pick you up.  Sometimes, when things got backed up, I would do two or three men at a time.  I got to where I loved having a cock in my mouth and in my pussy at the same time.  Cindy was shocked at how whorelike I had acted.

          I told her that I loved every minute of it.  The yard men usually finished their work quickly and come to the basement for some entertainment.  Those days always turned into a gangbang.  The painters got very little work done the first few days.  Without anyone to supervise them they all wound up in the basement.  I spent a lot of time with a cock in my mouth, pussy, and each hand.  Five hours would pass in what would feel like minutes.  On most of those days one of the men would have to help me get cleaned up.  My arms and legs wouldn’t work well after taking that kind of fucking.

          Things settled down after the bulk of the work was completed.  I set up a schedule that was more manageable.  Bob and the paint foremen would visit me on Monday.  Each would spend enough time to fuck me twice each.  Tuesday was the day that the electrician would visit.  I saw more of him than I had expected because he was able to help us replace our aging appliances.  I also would have the HVAC guy visit me if he was due.  Any odd ball fucking I wanted to do was done on this day too.  Wednesday was my shopping day.  Between shopping, laundry, and other weekly chores I had little time for fucking around on that day.  I also needed the rest.  Thursday I would be visited by the landscaping crew.  That turned out to be my favorite day.  I loved getting gangbanged by these big black men.  There was supposed to be only a three man crew, but often when we were done fucking there would be as many as five or six guys getting dressed.  The only thing that would happen on Friday would be the paperboy.  I got him to come by on Friday mornings to do some odd jobs and to collect for the newspaper.

          Cindy stopped me and asked me to repeat myself.  She couldn’t believe that I had fucked the paperboy.  I said that he was a delightful young man.  He was 17 years old and got to take a few periods off from school on Fridays.  He would come straight to my house to collect.  I always had him collect first because he was young and could fuck all day long.  Cindy said that she remembered him coming by all the time.

          But Cindy’s big question was about to come.  She said that I had explained how this got started, but that was 9 years ago.  She wanted to know why I hadn’t stopped.  I told her that I had slowed down.  I told her that I still see Bob, the electrician, the car mechanic, and the HVAC guy.  From time to time we need work done on the house and I pay for it with pussy.  I told her I didn’t stop because I never got tired of it.  It was almost like a drug and I was hooked.  I told Cindy that I had no plans on stopping.  It was now a part of my life and I loved it.  If she told on me then our life as she knew it would change forever.  I said it was up to her.

          Cindy didn’t tell on me.  As a matter of fact Cindy cut school on more than one day to spy on me.  She would sneak back into the basement and watch me get gangbanged.  I didn’t know she was doing this until one day the men caught her.  I guess that was the day she got black fucked for the first time.  I couldn’t stop it and watched as each of the five men took a turn with her, but that’s another story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m 36 years old now but I’m the same weight I was when we got married, 115lbs and at 5’5’’ tall I have a slender body. I’m pretty with dark hair and blue eyes. I work out five times a week and have kept my petite body firm and tight. I have well defined long legs, tone arms, a flat belly and a very firm round ass. I keep my pussy shaved bald because I like it smooth and I think most guys appreciate a bald pussy when they go down on a woman, not that my husband goes down on me often! My tits are a large b-cup, but they look more like a c-cup on my thin frame and they are very perky and firm with big puffy nipples that get erect if the wind blows, I’m that horny! I constantly get told that my tits look great. I have been hit on numerous times at the gym by dozens of men and I’ll admit I do flirt with lots of them which is why I often masturbate when I get home, but I’ve always been good.

About a year ago I joined a swing site, I guess with the hopes that I could talk my husband into letting me fuck other men or meet other couples to swap with, but I never had the courage to tell my husband about the site. About three months after joining the site I made a surprising discovery. My neighbor’s 22 year old son (David) from down the block had a profile with face pictures. I’ve known him since he was 14 and he has turned out to be a very sexy guy. He’s 6’2’’ tall, about 190lbs, dark hair, muscular body and very hot. He also had naked pictures and sex pictures and I saw he had a huge cock.

I started fantasizing about him all the time and made excuses to see him and whenever we talked my pussy got wet. Finally after a few months I got the courage to start chatting with him online not letting him know who I was of course. Even though I had no face pictures on my profile I was still very nervous because I was afraid he’d recognize my body. I had naked pictures of my body on my profile and even though he hasn’t seen me naked he has seen me in a bikini, so I thought he might recognize my body, but he never seemed to know it was me.

We talked a lot and I opened up to him about how unfilled my sex life was and about how my husband ignored me, but I never gave him any details that he’d know it was me, in fact I’d say a few things to throw him off. He’d webcam for me and let me watch him masturbate, which I loved. I did tell him that my husband’s cock was small especially compared to his, which he always enjoyed hearing. He never pressured me to meet him, in fact I thought he was so sweet and understanding.

Another thing I found frustrating about my husband is he never did anything around the house as far fixing stuff. He wasn’t very handy and didn’t enjoy manual labor. He’d just hire someone to do the work, so when spring arrived and we needed work done around the yard and house I suggest we see if David wanted to do it. My husband thought it was a good idea since he figured he wouldn’t cost much. I approached David about the work and he agreed saying he could use the extra money.

I loved having him around and always made sure I looked nice and sometimes I couldn’t help myself and I’d flirt with him ever so slightly and I did catch him a number of times checking me out. One day I was dressed in a very tight gym outfit right before I was ready to go to the gym. I saw him staring at my tits as my nipples were clearly visible pushing against my white tight top. That excited me and I guess I went a little too far flirting with him because after about ten minutes of flirting with him he asked, “So have you ever actually meet anyone from the swing site or do you just like watching guys masturbate on their cam?”

I was speechless and felt my face get warm as it turned red. With the biggest smile on his face he told me not to be embarrassed and I tried to play dumb. He told me, “Rachel, we can go inside and I’ll show you the site. I’m positive it’s your body, which as I’ve told you online I think you have an incredible body.”

At this point I didn’t even want to deny it. I asked him, “Have you told anyone that I’m on that site?” I added, “I’ve never cheated, but I am desperate for good sex…any sex, but I don’t want anyone knowing.”

He replied, “No I haven’t told anyone and never will.” He added, “You know I’ve always thought you were hot and had a crush on you since I was a freshman in high school. I think your husband is an ass for ignoring you! You deserve so much better!”

I was touched by what he said. I asked him, “So what do we do now?” I was nervous so I admit that was a stupid question since I know what we both wanted to do.

He responded, “Let me take you inside and pleasure you all afternoon. I’ll do everything we talked about online.”

I said okay and we went inside my house. Once inside out of the view of any neighbors we quickly undressed get other and kissed passionately. I lead him to my bedroom as his hands were all over my naked body, I couldn’t wait to get him in my bed! He laid me down on the bed and knelt down between my legs and began licking my bald pussy. It felt so good and he even let his tongue wander to my asshole, which my moans told him I enjoyed so he made it a point to keep returning to my asshole each time spending longer and longer. When he finally made me cum his tongue had been working my asshole for 15 minutes straight as he fingered my pussy with three fingers. It was a great orgasm!

After I finished cumming he stood up and his thick 8 inch cock was fully hard. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom but told me he didn’t have any with him. I didn’t have any either and told him he didn’t need to wear one even if I did have a condom. He climbed on top of me and slowly inserted his big cock into my soaked pussy. We stared into each other’s eyes as he slid his cock all the way into me. It felt so good feeling a cock inside my pussy and especially having one as large as David’s. It must’ve been over twelve years since the last time I had a big cock, damn did I miss the size! It was also much more intimate than being on my hand and knees being plunged from behind like my husband always does to me.

He fucked me slow and deep as we kissed and he talked to me so sweetly. He told me how good it felt to be inside my pussy and how much he has wanted to fuck me and for how long he’s been waiting for this moment. Every word he said and every touch and every thrust of his cock made me fall harder for this charming young guy. I was so starved for affection and sex I was having a hard time separating my emotions from the hot pounding sex as he gradually increased the speed at which his cock was pumping my pussy! I’d like to say I felt guilty cheating on my husband for the first time, but actually my only feelings when I did think of my husband was how much bigger and better David was and how overdue this was. My husband brought this on and I knew this wasn’t going to be the last time I fucked David or cheated on my husband with other men. As I was getting my brains fucked out I felt a sense of liberation!

Within minutes of David fucking me faster I felt a big orgasm building. I told him I was going to cum and begged him to fuck me harder. He did exactly as I told him and pinned my wrist down and started to jackhammer my pussy and my firm tits bounced back and forth uncontrollably. My pussy immediately exploded and he pulled his cock out and watched me spray my juices all over him and my bed. I hadn’t squirted like that in years and never by my husband.  He then pushed his big thick cock back inside my cunt and continued to pump my pussy hard. For the next 15 minutes I experiences wave after wave of orgasms overcome me. It was the biggest orgasms of my life, definitely better than anything I ever felt with my husband! I was moaning so loud that later David mentioned the entire block probably heard me!

When he was finally ready to cum, and I can’t tell you how thrilled and impressed I was he could last so long, he pulled his cock out of me and returned the favor shooting his cum all over my body. Stream after stream of thick white cum splashed onto my face, tits and stomach. After he finished ejaculating all over me he stuck his still hard cock back in my cunt and began fucking me more. My young stud fucked me for another 10 to 15 minutes until we both started to cum at the same time. We kissed as my pussy clamped down on his cock milking it as he shot his cum deep in my pussy, it was so incredibly intense and beautiful!

After that we laid in bed for like 15 minutes both trying to recover. We discussed how much we both just loved fucking each other and we agreed we fuck as often as we could. Eventually he sat up and was ready to dress and leave, but I pulled him back and told him I still had some free time and wanted to play with his awesome body. He obliged and just laid back down as I lick, kissed and sucked every inch of his body. He loved having his nipples sucked which my husband didn’t so I enjoyed doing that to him. As I was licking his balls and stroking and sucking on his cock he also let me lick his asshole, another thing my husband didn’t let me do because he is so homophobic.

David not only let me tongue his asshole but he moaned loudly showing he really enjoy it, which turned me on. When I went back to sucking his cock I circled his asshole with my index finger and when I started to push my finger against his asshole I expected him to stop me, but he didn’t so I continued to push until my finger penetrated him. As my finger sank into his ass he let out a deep loan moan.

I asked him, “Are you okay with me doing this to you?”

After he said yes I started finger fucking his ass as I stroked his cock. I asked him, “Have you ever had this done to you before?”

For some reason I was expecting him to say no, so when he said yes I was surprised and was very curious to hear all about it. I asked him numerous questions as I slide a second finger into his ass and although it was difficult to talk as I fingered his asshole he answered every question. I found out that he actually likes older women and has fucked a few and one hot woman in her 40’s got him into having his ass fucked. He admitted to getting fucked by her with a strap-on. I didn’t have a strap-on, but I did reach into my nightstand and pulled out a medium sized dildo.

I asked him, “Can I fuck you with this? Can you handle this size?”

He told me, “You can fuck me with that if you like, but start me off gently and you need to lube it up good.”

After I lubed the dildo I had him grab behind his knees and pull back his legs. I had perfect access to his asshole and pushed my rubber cock up his ass. I loved watching his face and watching the dildo sliding in and out of his ass at the same time. I started him off slowly as he requested but kept fucking him faster, waiting for him to tell me when to ease up, but he never did. I was impressed at how hard he was taking! I stroked his cock as I fucked him in the ass very fast. He looked so hot struggling to handle the cock pumping his ass! I totally loved him for letting me do this to him and told him how hot all of this was.

My arm was actually getting tired from thrusting the dildo in and out of his ass, but I felt precum start to ooze from the head of his cock and could tell by his moans he was going to cum so I pumped his ass deeper and faster. He then grunted loudly as cum squirted from his cock with such force. He hit himself across his face with stream after stream with the last couple of streams landing on his muscular chest. It was so most incredible thing I ever did to a guy or witnessed.

After he finished cumming and I removed my dildo from his ass and he said, “So much for being gentle with me.”

I apologized and said I got carried away but he told me, “Don’t worry as you can tell I definitely enjoyed it though I’m a little embarrassed since I’ve never cum like that before while getting my ass fucked.”

With the biggest grin on my face I told him, “Don’t be embarrassed I think it was the hottest thing I’ve ever done to a guy and I’m glad I made you cum!”

He laughed and said, “Yeah I can tell by that grin on your face you are pretty proud of yourself.”

I laughed saying, “Yeah I am proud and you should be happy because tomorrow when you come by I’m going to let you fuck my ass even though I don’t think I can handle your big cock up my ass, but you were such a good sport plus my pussy will probably be too sore tomorrow to fuck since it has been basically out of commission for years because of my lame husband.”

His eyes lit up at the though of fucking my tight little ass and he promised to break my ass in gently and also promised to keep give my pussy a work-out on a regular basis. We cleaned up and I changed my sheets as soon as he left. The next day he squeezed his big cock into my asshole as I was on all fours. He fucked my ass for a half hour straight as he pumped my pussy with the same dildo I used on his asshole the day before. It was the first time I’ve ever gotten my asshole and pussy fucked simultaneously and the sensation was intense! After a huge orgasm he told me he was going to eventually get me a second guy so I could experience it with two real cocks.

We now fuck about three times a week and the best part is my husband is always paying him for the work he does around the house, little does he know he’s paying this young stud to fuck his wife.  David also talked me into forming a joint profile with him as a couple on the swing website and it wasn’t long after that I had my first of many MFM threesome as he sets us up dates with lots of single guys of all age and race. We also swap with other couples too and he’s got me to have sex with women. It’s amazing what a slut I’ve become and I’m loving every bit of it!

If it isn’t obvious by now – she has me spellbound, and I would have given my left nut to see her naked – I wouldn’t have dared imagine it would actually happen, and that more was in store than just a look……….

 

One night last month Heather and her husband Grant were over at our house for dinner.  Heather was unintentionally driving me crazy again, running around in a pair of tight shorts and t-shirt. As always, I had to make a conscious effort not to stare at her exceptional frame.  My wife, being very jealous, would have had a fit if she knew what was going through my mind as I snuck glances at Heather. I was in a constant state of semi-arousal as I fantasized about Heather naked and what I’d like to do with her.

 

Grant mentioned that he would be ‘batching’ it for a few days soon as Heather had to travel to a seminar in a city about 3 hours away.  We told Grant he was welcome to come over whenever he wanted if he got tired of his own cooking.  I guess I wasn’t thinking straight because I never put it together that I would be out of town that same week – and I was going to the same city!  My wife Terry had wanted to come along with me but couldn’t get the time off work.  It was Terry that remembered I was going to be in the city when Heather was going. 

 

“Brent … You’re going to be there that week too”, Terry said.

“Huh?... Really?” I answered, coming out of another fantasy. “The week of the 23^rd?”

“Yes”, Heather replied, “Are you there then?”

“Yeah, I am.  I’ve got to take a course for work.”

“Cool, I don’t know anyone there…. Maybe we could get together for dinner one night.”

“Sure, lets” I responded, proud of myself for keeping a non-committal tone – I was already deep in fantasy mode as I considered what I would love to be doing ‘one night’ alone in the city with Heather.

 

I loved these trips away from home – trips alone that is.  Every so often Terry would come along with me - those trips were not near as much fun.  I have only once cheated on my wife physically, but when I get the chance, I love to have cyber-sex or watch women ‘play’ online.  I always take my laptop with me when I go away –  when I have a hotel room to myself I can play and watch as much as I want – no fear of Terry coming home and finding me with my camera on, my cock in my hand, watching some woman get off online.  I would have loved to fuck on camera while people watch online like lots of couples do, but my wife would never agree to that.  I envied the men I saw online, watching their wives suck them off while they typed in the chatrooms – lucky bastards. Whenever I went away, all my spare time was spent online. I was however willing on this trip to give up an evening of play to be with Heather.

 

The days drug on forever as I anticipated my trip, but eventually I was on my way. Heather had left the day before and was expecting me to call when I got to the city. 

At 4:00 I checked into my hotel, unpacked and hooked up my computer to make sure the internet was working.  I couldn’t resist a quick look into my favorite chatroom.  As soon as I logged in I started searching for open cameras in the sex chat rooms.  After looking around for a few minutes, I found a woman who was generously showing everything, much to the appreciation of the men in the chatroom.  She wasn’t playing with herself, just showing off, but judging by the conversation she was carrying on, she was not far from it. She would regularly move back from the desk where the camera showed her face and chest, and show her full nakedness. She would smile and laugh and then sit down again to see what people’s reactions were.  Since I was planning to call Heather at about 6:00,  I decided on a little play first.  I was way too horny to be alone with Heather anyway – she would surely catch me gawking at her.

I stripped down, placed my camera on a stool under the desk, focused it on my half erect cock and sent her an invitation to view – which she accepted.

 

‘mmm Nice cock’ she messaged me.

‘TX, nice everything’ I sent back.

 

I sent her a few more messages but she was not typing.  She was obviously starting to become more and more excited and was showing off less, spending more time at her desk.  I could tell by the movements of her shoulders that her hands were busy but not on the keyboard. She, like me, was playing with herself while watching others do the same.

 

I sent her another message – ‘Can I see what your playing with?...lol’

She never responded but her camera was soon adjusted to show exactly what I wanted.  I could now readily see her pussy in close view – her fingers moving slowly over it.  Even with the less than ideal resolution of the webcam I could see how wet she was – her fingers were glistening.  I reached onto the desk for the lubricant I had brought along and squeezed a liberal dollop onto my cock.

 

‘thank you’, I sent.

‘you’re welcome’

 

As is typical, we never typed much as we continued to play.  She was now moving her fingers more and more quickly over her pussy now and occasionally slipping one and two fingers as deep into her pussy as she could reach.

 

My hands too were glistening as was my fully erect cock.  Precum was beginning to leak from the slit of my cock, mixing with the lubricant wetting my throbbing organ.  She was getting into it completely now, and I could sense by her more frenzied play and the way she was rocking against her hand she was close to cumming.  Ahhh, I loved that.  My favorite thing in the world is to see and/or hear a woman cum.

 

I was not ready to cum yet but seeing her getting so aroused was making me closer.  My cock was throbbing and rigid and I could sense cum welling up in my balls – and then…..

 

‘RING RING’   the phone.

 

‘Damn’, I thought. ‘Terry calling to make sure I made it ok.’

 

“Hello?”

“Hi Brent.”  It wasn’t Terry, but Heather – that was a pleasant surprise - and here I was with my cock in hand.  Since I was already close to cumming, the sound of Heather’s voice almost put me over the edge.

“Uh …. Hi Heather!” I stammered, my voice almost betraying my arousal.

“My seminar is only across the street, when I saw your truck here on my way back I thought I’d stop by – I’m downstairs.”

“Oh….uh…ok.” I replied.

“Still doing dinner tonight”

“uh, sure” I answered as I continued to stroke my cock - more and more aroused as I listened to her voice.

“Great!” she sounded as happy as I was. “Umm, Brent?”

“Yeah?”

“Kinda embarrassing, but do you mind if I use your bathroom? I hate public ones – my hotel is across town – I don’t know if I’d make it.”

“ummmm…..” panic, I’ve got to clean-up fast…. “ok…sure …. Room 118.”  Damn, why didn’t I have a room on the 10^th floor or something.

“Thanks ….. be right there” she said and the phone went dead.

 

I quickly slammed my laptop closed and threw the lubricant on the desk into a drawer.  Jetting to the bathroom I quickly wiped my hands and cock on a small towel and ran back out.  I was slipping my pants up over my half erect cock when there was a knock on the door. I threw my shirt on and opened the door while trying to remain composed.

 

“Hi!” Heather smiled, “you’re a lifesaver, thanks.”

“No problem – right in here” I waved my arm to indicate the washroom.

 

‘Whew’ I thought, ‘that was close.’  I glanced around the room and saw that the camera was still set-up. It was obvious what it was aimed at, being under the desk.  I quickly unplugged it and threw it in a drawer.  With one last look around the room for evidence, I turned on the TV, and sat on the sofa in front of it.  Heather was a few minutes in the washroom, and came out smiling - Man she was attractive!  She wore a very businesslike skirt suit, a white blouse, and moderate heels.  Her make-up was not overdone nor her hair - she was striking.

 

“Thanks again.”

“Oh, you’re welcome.  Anytime.”

“So what time do you want to eat? And where?”

“Oh, doesn’t matter much to me.”

“Me either – but you have to help me celebrate tonight.”

“Oh? ….. Why’s that?”

“I just found out that I’m in this seminar because I’m getting a promotion” she said with that giggle that melted me.

“Really?! … Good for you! Champagne it is!”

“Aww, thanks”, Heather said with a smile that men would crawl over glass for.

“Let’s go then” I returned her smile. “I just have to clean-up a bit – 5 minutes?”

“Ok, quick like bunny – I want to celebrate!”

 

I stepped into the dressing area grabbed a change of clothes and quickly washing up got dressed.  I noticed something sitting on the counter in the washroom however.  Picking it up I saw it was a eyeliner pencil.  Obviously Heather had touched-up her make-up while she was using the washroom.  Had her leaving it behind been on purpose? I wondered.  Not likely, I conceded – nice thought though… I stepped into the main room and found Heather lazily flipping through the TV channels. 

 

“Ready to go?” I asked.

“Yep, I’ll just take one more pit stop before we go” she replied and moved toward the bathroom. 

 

I pretended to look at the TV, but once Heather was past me I studiously watched her tight little ass walk away from me. God, that is a nice ass! I reminded myself as I stared. As she turned the corner into the bathroom I noticed the dressing mirror.  It had been right in front of her as she was walking to the bathroom – had she seen the reflection of me watching her? That would be a bit embarrassing I considered, but – what the hell – she had to be used to men gawking at her. 

 

She stepped out of the bathroom with a little smile that made me question it’s motive and said, “Lets party!” and moved to the door.

 

I turned out the lights and was right behind her when I noticed the bathroom light still on.  I stepped in to turn it off and noticed the eyeliner pencil conspicuously still on the counter.  She had to have seen it there.  She HAD to have left it on purpose – YES!!”

I followed her out the door with a new frame of mind.  Maybe Heather liked to get away as much as I did.  Leaving the eyeliner is non-committal she could come back for it or not – her choice – but I loved the thought that she was giving herself the option.

 

To make my choice an easier option for her I suggested we have dinner at the restaurant here in my hotel.  She smiled and agreed. “They’ll certainly have champagne here” she grinned. 

“I’m sure they will” I smiled back.

 

We chose a table that was out of the way near a window.  There were quite a few patrons in the restaurant and as we walked in every male head turned to catch a closer look at Heather.  She appeared not to notice the attention she was attracting.  These men, like myself, were away from home and felt safe to look, something they can’t do at home.

 

I pulled out a chair for Heather and after she sat I took one beside her.  We had a view of both the restaurant and the front entrance to the hotel.

 

A waitress was soon to our table.  She offered us menus and asked us what we’d like to drink. 

 

“Champagne!!” we answered in unison. Heather giggled her sexy giggle through her teeth and placed her hand lightly on my forearm “That’s so funny!” she said.

 

Her touch was unexpected and very appreciated.  She let her hand dwindle a little longer than I thought she would then she stroked my arm lightly and removed her hand.

 

The waitress smiled and promised to bring the champagne right away.

 

Heather laughed all of a sudden as the waitress walked away. 

 

“What’s so funny?” I asked, smiling at her laughter.

 

“Well …. What do you imagine anyone would think if they saw us sitting here in a hotel restaurant, drinking champagne?” she answered with more giggles.

 

“Ha ….” I laughed, “I guess you’re right.  I bet every man here is jealous of me.” I continued – then immediately was concerned I had crossed a line.

 

“Awww ….. Thanks Brent….” Heather replied with a little smile, “That is a nice thing to say.”

 

“I mean it though….. Just think.  Most of the people in the restaurant are staying in the hotel right?”

“Uh, huh – likely.”

“Well, if they are away from home, they likely miss what ‘home’ has to offer…..”

“And that is?” Heather replied with a smirk as the waitress appeared with a champagne bucket and bottle.  The waitress removed the wire and asked me to open the bottle. It popped loudly when I pulled the cork from it  - Heather let out a little cheer and giggled again.  She was sure in a giggly mood tonight, and she hadn’t even touched the champagne yet.

 

I poured us each a flute of champagne and held mine up to present a toast.

 

“To Heather – Congratulations on your promotion, you’ve done yourself proud. You have been recognized above your peers as a leader…..Oh yeah, also congratulations to me – the envy of every man in the room” I finished with a smile that was returned in spades.

 

“Thank-you Brent” Heather responded with her sweetest smile, “for both comments”.

 

“You’re welcome” I smiled.  “I’m honored to share this celebration with you.  I imagine Grant would rather he be here tonight than me though”, I ventured.

 

“Oh, maybe ….. He would like the promotion side of it – I’ll be bringing home more money …. as for the second part … I don’t think he’d be as proud.”

 

“Really? Why do you say that?” I asked as I took another sip of champagne.

“Well…..how can I say……Ummmm – He doesn’t look at me the same as some men do…. Especially when they think I don’t see them.” She grinned at me then held her glass in front of her face to hide a giggle.

 

I blushed – I could feel it.  I had nothing to say.  Obviously my sheepish look said enough and she laughed out loud unable to control herself.  I was completely embarrassed and tried to come up with something to say.

 

“Ummmm ….. guys do that huh?”

 

“Yes” she answered with a tone that said it was ok. “I saw you watching me tonight Brent ….. honestly, I’m flattered…..”

“Flattered, but you likely think I’m a jerk though……”

“ummmm ….. nope…..Just flattered” she answered with a smile. 

 

I must have still looked a bit guilty though because she placed her hand on my arm again and said “Honest Brent, it makes me feel good – as long as I don’t feel threatened or anything.  I know you wouldn’t ‘attack’ me or anything.”

 

“Are you sure?” I grinned. 

“Sure I’m sure.  You wouldn’t hurt me …. Would you Brent?” Her expression and tone of voice was different as she said that, unlike any time I’d known her. It was a flash of inviting passion that I remembered seeing on women’s faces when I was single.  A kind of look that opened a door but protected against rejection. In a second it was gone.

 

“No … of course not”

“See”, she giggled, “I’m not worried.  But I wouldn’t let Terry catch you looking – she is very jealous of you”.

“I know”

“I don’t blame her though”

“Why is that”

“Well lots of women would …… you know…..” she said sipping the last of her glassful.

“Uh huh, I’m sure…” I answered sarcastically. “Women don’t look at me the way men look at you”.

 

The waitress appeared at the sign of Heather’s empty glass. I finished mine as she poured Heather’s then finished the bottle in mine, I asked for another bottle.

 

As the waitress left Heather picked up the conversation where we left off.

 

“Many women notice you, it’s just that women are more subtle and not just visual anyway.  We are also listening to what men say and how you say it – and believe me you get more than your share of attention, I’ve seen it.”

“Really?” I asked in mock excitement “When? Who?”

Heather laughed, “Not telling..” her eyes were dancing, I could see she was having a good time, the champagne had put her in a playful mood and as sexy as I always thought she was, the giddy mood she was in now was even more appealing.

“Why not tell me?……”

“It would inflate your ego.”

“Yeah, likely…. I like being humble…..I’m extremely good at it” I teased.

“Ha ha…..You’re so funny…. Which is another thing women find attractive by the way” she said over the brim of her glass.

“Really? … Well … did I tell you the one about……..”

Heather, while taking a sip of her champagne, laughed abruptly.  Some of the drink sprayed onto her and me, mostly on me. In the commotion she dropped her glass breaking it on the table.

Heather, while trying to control her giggling, reached for a napkin.

“Oh, I’m so sorry”, she spoke through her laughter while wiping my shirt with the napkin.

“It’s ok,” I replied, laughing myself, “self induced I guess.”

Continuing to laugh, Heather dabbed at my shirt “I’m afraid that is going to show.”

”Yes, I suppose it will…. I really shouldn’t sit here with a wet shirt should I? I’ll run to my room and change.”

“Well I can’t sit here by myself after this scene!” Heather said as she looked sheepishly around the room.  A few people were ignoring us, others were staring openly. “Besides, my skirt is wet as well, and my clothes are across town.”

 

The waitress came over help clean-up, carrying our second bottle of champagne.

“Thank-you”, I said “Would you please charge this to room 118 and send that bottle and a room service menu to my room.” I handed her a $10 bill.

“Certainly, right away”

Turning to Heather I spoke ‘We can eat in my room if that’s ok with you – maybe your skirt will dry by the time we’ve eaten.”

 

“Ok. I’m really sorry about this Brent” Heather said as we rose from the table.  Heather had a cute little blush that displayed her embarrassment.  She took my arm as we started out of the restaurant, all eyes on us.

“Don’t worry about it a bit” I whispered to her, “All the men were looking at you anyway, now you’ve given them an excuse.”

 

We quickly crossed the lobby, and made our way to my room.  Unlocking the door I opened it and moved aside to let Heather lead the way into the room.  I held back a couple of steps so I could gaze at her glorious ass as she walked in front of me.

 

She took a seat on the sofa and I sat on a chair almost facing her.  I could sense some tension from her, she was still embarrassed, and her smile had faded to a grin.

 

“Well” I said “That was an experience”.

 

Heather laughed loudly throwing her head back.  “It was that….”

 

We continued to laugh, talking about how the people had looked at us and what they must have been thinking, especially when we had the bottle sent to my room. 

 

“It has been years since I’ve been in a hotel room with anyone except Grant” Heather said “let alone, another man!”

“What would Grant think about us being here together?” I asked.

“Umm, ….. let’s not tell him ok?” she said with a grin. “He isn’t really, really jealous, but ……”

“It does look suspicious, doesn’t it?  Imagine what Terry would say?” I said rolling my eyes.

“I can guess ….. we’d better keep this our little secret” she said with a little wink.  Just then a light knock came on the door.  I stepped to the door and opened it for room service.  He wheeled in a cart that had the champagne an ice bucket and two glasses.  Also on the cart was a little card with some chocolates, it read ‘With our compliments enjoy your evening’.

 

I read it out to Heather.  “It seems everyone is getting the impression something is going on here.”

 

“Well, let them think what they want …” she said as I poured us each a drink.

 

As I handed her a glass I said “I’m going to change my shirt, ok?”

 

“Sure. Must be nice.” she teased, “I’m decidedly uncomfortable sitting in this wet skirt.”

 

“I can lend you a t-shirt and a pair of shorts if you’d like – they’d be a bit big though.”

“That’s ok.  Can you imagine what Terry and Grant would say then, me in your clothes in a hotel?” she chuckled. “But what they don’t know……”

“That’s right, our little secret” I said. “In the drawers there”, I pointed “you should find a couple of shirts and pairs of shorts, take your pick. I’m going to change now” I said as I went into the dressing area closing the door.  I removed my shirt and put on a clean one. Then I stepped into the bathroom washed my face, brushed my teeth and hair and then opened the door into the main room.

 

I was surprised to find Heather already changed. She sat on the sofa with a smirk, wearing my old Nike shorts and a Budweiser t-shirt. It was the sexiest sight I could remember. Gorgeous little Heather in my baggy clothes sitting in my hotel room.

“I took the chance that you would be a minute or two…..” she grinned, her eyes devilishly sparking over her glass.

 

“I’ve got to learn how to change clothes faster” I teased as I sat down.

“Yep…you’re too slow….” She said then continued, “So, Brent?………”

“Yeah?”

“Umm, I looked in the wrong drawer for the clothes … It seems that you have ‘other’ secrets you won’t be telling Terry about….”

 

I immediately knew she had found my camera and lube that I had quickly stuffed in the drawer earlier.  I was mortified… and speechless.

 

Heather just sat there looking at me with her little grin, I stewed in my embarrassment for a few seconds before she broke the silence,

“I guess we both have been embarrassed tonight” she giggled.  “Me, quite publicly - you, in a more, ‘private’ way.” She was loving that I was totally embarrassed.

 

“I understand the lubricant, but why the webcam?” she continued.

“Umm … I uh…” How could I explain it delicately? This was way too embarrassing. I could not bring myself to simply say “So other people can watch me jerk off!”

Heather was chuckling at my discomfort, “Ok, don’t tell me … I can probably figure it out” she said with a coy grin.  “Does Terry know you have a webcam?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“Um, no” I murmured behind my glass.

“Uh huh…” she continued, “you not tell her because she is too jealous?”

“Yeah”

“Does she know you buy lubricant?” she was loving this, her eyes were dancing as she sipped her glass and watched me squirm at her inquisition.

“I don’t imagine. I never told her.”

“So I’m guessing you go online and look at pictures of women?.....”

“Yeah”

”Don’t be embarrassed Brent, I imagine all men do. I imagine most men also ….um ….do things that makes them like to use lubricant” she said with a coy smile.

“I would guess so, but they don’t often talk about it with their friends”, I said still totally embarrassed.

She laughed, “I guess not … or spouses either it seems” she added.  “I know Grant never talks to me about it when he does, and since we’re being honest, I don’t tell him either.”

 

Now THERE was a visual.

 

I took her lead on the direction the conversation was going. “So, um….how often ‘don’t’ you tell him?” I asked with a grin.

 

“Oh, that was clever …. “ she chuckled. “I … um, don’t tell him….. about twice a week,” she admitted,  “And you?”

 

“Oh about the same I’d think … except when I’m away….then its two, three times a day.” Her eyes widened and she laughed.

“Really?!”

“You said ‘honest’.” I told her.

“So pictures of women turn you on that much? Wow!…”

“Well yes, pictures do, but what I like to look at are women showing themselves online” I neglected to mention, showing what.

“You mean women do that?!” she seemed amazed.

“Yes, all the time.”

“They show everything?!”

“Yep, they sure do”

“Wow, that’s something” she said, “Ah ha!!....” she continued, “That is why you have a cam! You show yourself online too!” she seemed proud to have figured it out.  I was embarrassed somewhat, but she didn’t appear to be disgusted or anything which was a relief.

“I can see why you never told Terry”, she laughed. “I never thought of you as an exhibitionist Brent, not that I have a problem with it I guess, it just surprises me.”

“I never thought I was either, but once I went into these chatrooms, it seems that lots of people are.”

“Wow, it’s hard to believe that so many people would be showing themselves to complete strangers.”

 

Heather was very interested in the concept. She was sitting forward on the sofa, and her eyes kept moving from me to glance over to the computer sitting on the desk. I was pretty sure I knew what she was thinking, so as I poured us each another drink I said, “You seem to have doubts. I guess I’ll have to show you then” and I went over to the computer and turned it on. 

 

Heather immediately jumped up from the couch and pulled a chair beside mine at the desk. I felt the heat of her body beside me and I could smell the light fragrance of her hair, I was already becoming aroused.

 

I maneuvered through the menus and when I got to Yahoo I decided to create a new login name.  “What name should we use?” I asked her.

“I don’t know anything about this – you pick”.

“Ok” I thought for a few seconds and typed ‘cpl_like2watch’

“Oh that’s clever” she giggled.

“Thanks.  Are you sure you want to see?  There is pretty much ‘no holds barred’ in these places. I wouldn’t want you to be shocked or embarrassed.”

“No problem, I’m not easily shocked”

“Ok then – here we go.”  I had always wanted to be with a woman while I went into the sex chat rooms, but my wife would freak if I even asked, and here I was with the woman of my fantasies, about to share it with her.

 

Logging in as a couple was a good idea.  Immediately after we got in a room there were messages wanting to chat.  Heather sat intrigued as I answered the questions people asked. 

“Are you ready to see something?” I asked?

“Sure, lets!”

“Not everyone will let ‘anyone’ watch, you can chose people or leave the camera open for everyone.  We’ll try this one, but you never know what someone is doing you know….” I warned her as I clicked on someone’s camera icon, not even looking to see if it was a man or a woman.  The window opened covering about a third of the screen.  We got a perfect view of a guy’s cock close-up. He was feverishly stroking it with his hand.

 

“Oh my GOD!!” Heather exclaimed wide eyed.
She moved closer to me to get a better view of the show and was leaning into me just as the guy let loose with squirts of cum for the world to see.

“Holy Shit!!” Heather laughed.  “Is this for real?!”

 

“Yep sure is, guys cum on camera here all the time.”

“Do you?” she asked, not taking her eyes off of the guy’s cock as he milked the last of his cum from it.

“Uh huh…. All the time”

She turned to me “Really?!
”Yep. Guess what I was doing when you called me this afternoon?”

“NO WAY!!” she laughed and stared at me curiously.

“Yep”

“You were masturbating, when I was on the phone?”

I smiled “Uh, yes I was”

“So did you, umm, ‘finish’?

“No”

“Oh…” she snickered, “I guess I barged in. Sorry for interrupting”

“You should be” I told her with a smile.

“Well no wonder you were staring at my ass when I came over then. There’s nothing like being all wound up then no release……”

“True… but to be honest,” I lowered my voice “I stare at your ass all the time.”

“I’ve noticed” she replied with a smile as she turned toward the screen.

 

The window that had shown the guy’s cock went black as he shut down his camera, I closed it.

A new window opened as someone asked us if we had a camera.  I replied that we did, but it wasn’t on. 

 

‘Woman 42 here’ she told me, ‘I want to see some cock’

 

Heather laughed, “Boy people are NOT shy here!”

“No they’re sure not.  Let’s see if she is a player, after all you got your show shouldn’t I get one?……” I replied as I typed.

 

‘M 41 here.  I want to see some pussy’

”Brent!! You’re as bad as they are!!” Heather laughed.

“I know”, now you’re seeing the secret side of me that even Terry doesn’t see”

“I was kind of thinking that myself.” Heather said as she smiled at me curiously.

 

‘My husband likes to see me play, wanna see?’

‘yes’

 

A window appeared and it showed a woman who was slightly overweight but quite attractive. She was naked. She was not alone though, a man was with her, he too was naked and watching her at the computer. Her camera was set to the side so we could see her completely.  She was occasionally typing and occasionally playing with her pussy. Her husband behind her was lazily stroking his cock.  I could feel my own cock swelling in my pants.

 

“WOW” Heather said, “This is so cool!”

 

            I sent ‘very cute’

            ‘thanks – now you show’

            ‘if my wife knew I was here – she’d kill me’

            ‘so’

            ‘I can’t show my face’

            ‘I don’t want to see your face – I want to see your cock!’

 

“She’s subtle!” Heather snickered. 

Heather was not as intrigued as she was with the cock close-up she just saw, but this was defiantly of interest to her.  She was leaning against me to have a good view of the screen and I could feel her breast on my arm.  Between the naked woman on the screen and Heather leaning against me I was getting way too horny to just sit there.  My cock was struggling to escape its confines.

 

“Well … should I”

“Should you what?”

“Show her”

“Brent!! With me sitting right here you’d do that?!  Really? You must be kidding. How could you do that?  I can’t imagine playing in front of anyone…..I would be too embarrassed.”

“Right now I’m almost too horny to be embarrassed.  If it would embarrass you though, I can wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“Privacy”

“I think it would embarrass me….. but…well….I did barge in on you……” Heather said, “And we already have some secrets we are keeping from Grant and Terry….”

“Can I take that as a yes?” I asked in a begging tone.

“ Yes, Brent.” Heather said blushing, “I can’t believe I said that, or that you would ask….must be the champagne…..” she said her face crimson with embarrassment.   “Imagine …. People masturbating in front of other people…..crazy…..”

 

I typed back, ‘ok, just a sec hooking up camera’

‘ok, hurry’

 

I pulled the camera out of the drawer and hooked it up. Then undid my belt and the button of my pants. Heather moved back a bit and said,

“You’re really going to do this?”

“Yes, unless you tell me to stop” I said as I slid down my zipper then hooked my thumbs in my pants.

 

“God Brent!, I can’t believe you.”

 

 The tone of her voice didn’t tell me she didn’t want me to, there was more of an excitement in the way she spoke. I grinned at her, she shook her head and laughed at me.  I could see the blush of excitement start to show on her neck.

 

I raised myself off of the chair slightly and slid my pants down past my knees and over my feet.  My underwear were definatly tented from my cock which was nearly at full erection.  Heather’s eyes were locked onto my groin as I now started to lower my shorts.  As I slid them down I pulled the waistband out and then down over my cock releasing it from it’s constraint.  I heard a light gasp as Heather watched my member pop into view. I slid my shorts off of my feet and tossed them on top of my pants. I looked at Heather and my cock grew. I came to the realization that the woman who filled my mind as I masturbated time after time was about to watch as I did it again.

 

Heather sat beside me not knowing exactly what to do.  At first she just looked at the computer, pretending not to notice that my cock was in full view only 3 feet away from her. She seemed hesitant for a few moments, then as I took the camera off of the desk and smiled at her she became more interested in my actions.  She was obviously intrigued by the concept of seeing me play with myself for her and whoever wanted to watch, as much as she was pretending not to be. I did see however that she would occasionally glance at my cock with the desire I must have shown when I was staring at her ass earlier today.

 

I set the camera on the stool under the desk, turned it on and adjusted it to give a full view of my cock.  Heather again moved close to me to so she could see the screen. The way I was sitting allowed Heather to see my cock both on the screen and when she looked down at me.  I felt her snuggle in close and she noticed the twitch of my cock as she did so. She smiled and moved against me again, watching my cock on the screen.  She then took an unashamed stare down at my raging hard on,

”It’s not just women on the screen that turn you on is it?” she asked coyly.

“No it certainly isn’t….” I said as I clicked on the screen offering my camera to view to the woman online.

 

            ‘Ahhh ….there we go’ she sent, ‘nice cock’

            ‘thanks’

            ‘do you want to cum with me’

            ‘yes’ I answered – I wanted to cum HARD!

 

“Are you really going to cum right here in front of me Brent?! My GOD…. I never thought I would be sitting in a hotel room watching you play with yourself, let alone have you cum right here beside me ….. “

“You said it was ok if I played…..”

“But Cumming?! …. I don’t always play ‘till I cum…. do you?

“Unless, I’m interrupted….” I teased.

“Touché” she said “Ok….  let me know when you’re going to cum then …. God this is so different than the night I imagined“, she giggled

 

            ‘mmmm I want to see your cum’

            ‘you will - I want to see you cum too …. I want to see your juices running out of your pussy’

            ‘mmmm yes, I will cum and get very wet….. stroke your cock for me’

            ‘mmmmm, slide you fingers into your pussy for me….yess that’s it…”

 

“Man Brent, you are a horny thing aren’t you…. I wouldn’t have imagined you talking like that”, Heather said.

 

I took my now fully engorged cock in my hand and started to stroke it slowly.  God it felt good – with Heather’s body touching mine and knowing she was watching me play with my cock I was in heaven. Heather again made an audible gasp as I started to stroke my cock.

 

            ‘mmm yesss …. Slide your hand over your cock’

            ‘Milk your cock for me….. Does that feel good?’

            ‘yes’

            ‘use your other hand and play with your balls’

            ‘yes like that….. is that good?’

            ‘yes but I can’t type’

            ‘just play then …. Please ….and I will too…’

 

The woman turned more toward the camera and spread her legs wide.  I could see the glistening wetness of her slit as she slid her fingers up and down it.  The man in the background was getting into the act fully now and was eagerly stroking his cock as I was mine. 

 

I could feel Heather's breathing increase as she watched the couple and I all masturbate.  She was mesmerized and now getting turned on. Her eyes drifted more to me beside her than the computer now, she squirmed in her seat a little bit as she watched me.

 

“I can’t believe you are doing this Brent”, she said with a nervous laugh, “more than that, I can’t believe I’m watching you!” She continued, “I can see why you get into this though….it is cool…… “

 

I continued to stroke my cock as she spoke.

 

Then leaning to my ear she whispered “She was right though…..You do have a nice cock” she said in a super sexy breathy tone. My cock leapt in my hand.

 

“mmmmmm” I groaned “Thank-you”

“seeing it so close is making me wet” she breathed in my ear.

“MMmmmm … is it?”

“mmhmm…..very….Would it feel better if you were wet too….with some lube?” she asked as she stared at my hand wrapped around my cock.

“Uh huh”

“Ok……..”

 

Heather reached into the drawer and took out the tube. I stuck my hand out for it.

 

“You just keep doing what you’re doing” she told me, “I’ll look after this.”  I returned my hand to my cock and continued to stroke my cock as Heather watched.

 

She took the lid off of the tube and turned it upside down.

 

“You like a little or a lot?”
”Lots” I answered.

“Ok.  You just keep playing and watch the screen…”

 

I focused on the woman on the screen now fully involved in her own pleasure. Her fingers were darting over and into her pussy it was a lovely sight.  Heather was reaching over me and I was expecting to feel a stream of lubricant on my cock any second.  I was slowly and steadily stroking up and down the full length of my cock with my right hand as my left was gently massaging my balls.  I turned to look at Heather as I stroked myself, she turned her eyes to meet mine and smiled at me.  It was at that moment I felt the slick gentle touch of her hand on my cock.  She had put the lubricant on her own hand and now began to stroke my cock rhythmically.  She pushed my hand away and continued to slide her wet slippery hand up and down my shaft.  I was in ecstasy.

 

“MMMmm your cock feels as good as it looks……”

“hhmmm…. It sure feels fine to me right now…..’

Heather giggled “Enough lube?”

“MMmmmmm perfect, you’re good at this…..”

“Thank-you…..you’ve inspired me” she chuckled. “So you want to cum for me and this lady on the screen?”

“Mmmmm yes!”

 

“Now?”

“Not yet….I want to enjoy this a while….that ok?”

“MMMMmmmm Sure…..this is cool”

“Do you want to cum Heather?”

“Mmhmm I sure do.  As soon as I saw your cock I knew I needed to cum.”

“Can I watch you cum?”

“Mmhmm - I insist on it …. but first I’m going to make you cum…..”

“Do you want to cum on camera too?”

“Yes!!… that’d be so cool….. Just thinking about it ” she whispered,  “is getting my pussy even wetter.”

“Can I see your wet pussy……please?”

“Do you really, really want to?” she teased.

“I’d love to … I’ve dreamed of seeing your pussy for ages …..”

She giggled and gave my cock a little squeeze ‘Have you now…. Well I have to tell you I’m very wet …..”

“Really?......how wet?”

“Well I guess you’ll have to judge how wet I am, since you’re the one that made me this way….”

 

 She slowly stopped stroking my cock and stood up and pulled my t-shirt off, then hers.  With a little wiggle the shorts she had on dropped to the floor.  I nearly came my wad right there.  She was a gorgeous as I had imagined all these times,  Heather looked at me coyly, placed one foot on my chair and reached between her legs.  Her finger parted the light wisps of hair of her trimmed pussy, and came out gleaming.  She put her wet finger to my lips,

 

“I told you, that you had made me wet…”

I sucked in her finger hungrily, eagerly licking her essence off of it.

 

She sat down in her chair again and again took my cock in hand.  She was obviously getting more aroused now that she was naked. She was no longer taking long easy strokes up and down my cock, she began to furiously pump it in her fist. I reached out and touched her pussy and she immediately spread her legs as far as the desk would allow giving me access to her slippery slit.  She eagerly stroked my cock trying to coax the orgasm from me. As I looked at the computer, I glanced at the camera view and could see Heather’s hand pumping my cock.  The window told me that 14 people were viewing my camera. 

Heather was starting to really ride my fingers now she was bucking against me as well as our position would allow.

 

“Do you want to cum with me Heather? Cum on camera with me?

“MMhmmm” she moaned.

“Ok...”

I pushed my chair back from the desk and Heather did the same, our hands never left each other’s privates.  We looked at the screen and adjusted ourselves so that everyone could see us each clearly. 

 

“This is such a turn on…..” she giggled as she adjusted her position.

 

Heather scooted her ass forward and spread her legs wider. Her pussy virtually sucked my fingers inside. She rested the heel of one foot on the desk and draped the other leg across mine, giving me full access. She looked beautiful on the screen and beside me, the fragrance of her sex filled the room.  Her pussy felt like liquid velvet and she was leaking her juices down the crack of her ass….she was getting really, really wet…..

 

We held each other’s pleasures in our hands, the pleasure I was giving her was almost as exciting as what she was doing to me.  Heather was quickly becoming more and more aroused as I tickled her clit then massaged deep into her pussy.

 

“Cum for me Brent” she whispered in my ear, “I want to feel your cock pulse ….unhhh… and feel your cum on me… as I …unghh cum……I’m getting so close….”

 

I was getting close now too, she was riding my fingers savagely and just as savagely she was pumping my cock.  The room was filled with our heavy breathing, groans and the wet sucking sounds of our mutual masturbation. 
I could feel my ejaculate building up inside and knew I was near the top.

 

“Heather…..that feels so good……15 people are watching you stroke my cock and me finger your pussy….. and they’re going to see us cum!”

 

“Oh GOD!!! ….”

 

The idea of all those people watching her was all Heather needed, I felt her pussy twitch and her body go stiff as the first wave of her orgasm started to come down on her.  Seeing beautiful Heather in orgasm sent me over the top. 

 

 I felt my balls contract and the cum billowing up inside me…… As Heather held my cock I shot ropes of cum all over her, myself and the floor. The juices from Heather’s quivering slit were flowing freely from her now, my hand was soaked to the wrist as she bucked against my fingers in the throws of a huge orgasm.

 

Eventually Heather's grip on my cock relaxed and the clamp of my hand between her legs eased as our climaxes subsided.  My cum had landed on her leg and tummy and her hands were covered.  She looked gorgeous in her afterglow, and when she looked at the cum on her she smiled.  She didn’t make an effort to wipe her legs or tummy, and rubbed the cum on her hands onto her breasts.

 

“MMmmmm you came buckets Brent.”

“So did you…mmMmmmm, I love it!” I told her with a smile.

I stood, reached to shut off the camera, then took Heather by the hand and drew her to the bed.  We both needed to lay down as our knees and muscles had turned to jelly.

 

“Thank-you, Heather. That was too fantastic for words.”

“Mmmm, it was great for me too …. I haven’t cum that hard in years…..”

“Are you embarrassed that you came in front of all those people?”

“uh uh! …. That was so cool! …. “

“Wasn’t it? …. I’ve never cum so hard before …..Those people got EXACTLY the show they wanted….and so did I – you are SO sexy ….”

“Awww thanks Brent…. You sure got my juices flowing too …. Pardon the pun” she giggled. “It’s been a long time since I came that hard too … something new I think is what made it so exciting …. “

“New? - Being on camera?”

“Yes …. And I guess cumming with you too ……” she said shyly.

“I know, it was you cumming that made it so good for me….. but now that you’ve cum……regrets?”

“I suppose a twinge….. but it was so good ….. its hard to be sorry….”

“My feelings exactly …. I guess we REALLY have to keep this secret from Terry and Grant now” I said laughing.

She chuckled, “No kidding….. So, do you have any other secrets you keep from Terry?”

“Are you going to be my confessor?”

“Sure.”

 

“Well”, I told her, “I did meet up with a woman I met online.  She was fantastic ……  she was married too and we got together for a ‘secret liaison’.”

“Really? I take it Terry doesn’t know…..”

I pointing to my balls and said, “I still have these don’t I?”

Heather laughed, “Silly question.  How long ago?”

“Too long ….. “

“I see …… “

 

“Have you ever fooled around?” I asked as I traced a finger along her outer thigh, her skin was soft and warm to my touch.

She smiled at me and replied, “Nope ….. I have been tempted to for a long time though… But I didn’t want just a one night stand with someone I never met before, and it’s a little hard to suggest with someone you do know….”

“I hear you… Ummmm….is that why you left some make-up in the bathroom here?”

“He he”, she giggled “you saw that did you?” she said as she placed her hand comfortably on my arm.

“Uh huh….”

 

“I knew you would … I also noticed that you never mentioned it when you went in the bathroom.” She said.

“Are you kidding? If there was the slightest chance that you would come back for it tonight, I wouldn’t have let you take it back.”

She smiled, “I thought as much … I knew you were attracted to me as much as I was to you, I’ve seen you watch me before … it turned me on actually.”

“Watching you turned me on too…. It turned me on to think of you when I had some ‘time alone’ too” I admitted.

“Oh really? ….. you thought of me when you played?”

“All the time ….. is that freaky to you?”

“Not at all … I‘m flattered actually” she sad with a smile, “To be honest, I thought of you too.”

“Really?!…..Details! I want details!” I teased.

“HA HA! The details are -  when I was thinking of you…..” she said as she rolled over on top of me, “we were doing more than using our hands on each other…….” as she finished speaking she lowered her face to mine and our lips met in a deep soulful kiss.

 

As our tongues touched for the first time, she seemed at once a comfortable established lover and a new exciting one.  She was more than I could have hoped for.  The woman of my dreams and fantasies was here naked on top of me, our cum was drying on each others bodies as we grew in arousal seeking to replay our passion.

 

As we kissed, my hands were drawn naturally to her back and hers to my face, I caressed her back as we kissed each other’s face and neck.  I could feel my proud member responding to her attention and the wonderful sensation of her on top of me. As it grew to length it started to brush against her pubic hair.  She felt the contact and started to push back to engulf my cock inside her as we kissed. As she did, I teasingly pulled my cock back not allowing her success.

”Huuunggghhhh” she wined in my ear as she felt me dodge her advance. My cock twitched and continued to grow at the sound of her eagerness to mount me.  Again I let the tip of my cock touch her hair and she immediately pushed back hard. I was ready for that and moved as quick as she did, keeping her from her desire.

 

Heather whined again and bit my ear “Quit it!” she demanded in a playful tone.

“OW!” I yelped ….”That’s it – none for you ….” I teased.

“Oh no you don’t”, she responded “You aren’t going to lie there with a hard beautiful cock like that and not let me have it!”

 

“Oh….” I said, as I adjusted my position.  Taking a firm grip of her hips, I placed the tip of my cock right against her lips. She was very wet again and I could feel her slick lubrication against my cock head.  She again tried to swallow me inside but I held her hips firmly.

“Are you really, really sure you want THIS!” I said as I thrust my hips forward while pulling her down onto me.  My cock shot into her to the hilt.

 

“AHHHGGGGHHHH!!!!! She squealed.  “OH MY GOD!! YES! THAT is what I want!” she answered.  Adjusting to my cock inside her she began to rock against me taking short steady strokes. After becoming accustomed to me inside her, she pushed harder against me and me against her. She was taking me inside as far as she could. I could feel her cervix with the tip of my cock and I pushed hard rubbing my cock head against it.  She went wild.  Heather began to gyrate and whimper as she fucked against me hard.  Her tight little pussy felt delicious as she alternately squirmed and bucked solidly against me as I forcibly squeezed her tight bum.

 

Taking her gorgeous ass in my hands I drew her to me and held her close while I worked my cock in and out of her.  I consciously kept rhythm with her movements.  After some time she began to ease her movements as she tired.  With a silent gesture from me I rolled her off of me and then me onto her.  I moved to the edge of the bed.  Soon I was in my favorite position, I was sitting with my feet on the floor, Heather on my lap with my cock buried inside of her, very deep.  Heather too appreciated the penetration she was receiving, “Oh FUCK Brent! …… Yes, uh huh…uh, huh, … uh, huh” she moaned as I rocked my cock deep inside her.

 

I glanced over her shoulder and the computer caught my eye.  I saw myself on the screen!  Holy shit, I had not shut the camera off when I thought I did.  It must have been running the whole time, and here we were on open cam fucking like bunnies.  If anyone either of us knew happened to be checking cams……..”

 

“Oh fuck.” I said.

“What?” Heather breathed. She knew by my tone something was wrong, but she never missed a beat rocking on my cock..

“We’re …. Umm …..famous”
”Hu uh How?” she grunted sexily still maintaining her pace.

“I didn’t shut the camera off……”
”WHAT?!” she exclaimed and immediately buried her face in my chest, reducing her humping almost to a stop…almost.

“Honest, I thought I did!” I responded. “If anyone was looking they’ve seen everything … the bed is in perfect view – I can see us.”

“Is anyone watching?” she said and began to increase her rocking.

“I think so – yes there is… I can see a list of names….”

“Really?” she said as she pulled my face to hers kissing me. She broke the kiss and regained her earlier pace of rocking her wet slippery pussy on my cock.  I could feel the juices leaking from her wet lips over my balls soaking them. 
”I want them all to see how good you are fucking me …. I want the world to see me cum all over your cock and see you cum deep inside me!”

 

I was amazed and thrilled.  I loved to show my cock when I jerked off, but I never, never showed my face in case someone knew me.  I had only dreamed of fucking Heather, and here I was ball deep inside her on camera and she was loving it. Her motions were hard to match in my position, she was fucking me fast and furious now.

 

Her head was tossed back now and her teeth were clenching as she concentrated hard on the sensation of my cock splitting her lips and driving deep deep inside her.  Her orgasm was bearing down on her and she rocked and ground her pussy against me, rubbing her sensitive clit against my pubic bone – my cock into her as deep as it could go.

 

“I, ….unggg….. don’t care if ….unggg…. everyone sees me fucking you Brent!  I ….uhhhhhHHHH…. want to feel you shoot your cum in me …. NOW Brent NOW…Oh GOD! I’m cuUUUMMMIIIINNNGGgggg!!!!!!!

 

Her actions became frenzied as she started to slap her ass against my thighs, taking long fast strokes.  Her pussy was quaking and fluttering in spasm as she came steadily.  Again her excitement and the look of her face in orgasm made it for me.

 

“YeaaaaasssssSSSSS! UnnnggghhHHHHH!! I’m gonna cum!!!” I grunted. 

 I could feel the cum boil in my balls for a few strokes then it exploded out of my cock in long strong blasts.  As my cock pulsed inside her sending long hot splashed against her womb, she again erupted in another orgasm never breaking stride as she humped against me, making sexy squeals and grunts as she was crushed by her orgasm. 

 

She slowed her rocking on me as her breathing came back from frantic to simply exerted.  She held me close and rested her face on my chest.  The sweat on her brow felt nice and cool on my hot skin.  As Heather finally regained her breath she sighed deeply then shuddered.

 

“Holy Fuck that was good.’ she said.

“Unbelievable” I told her.

“I need to lay down before I fall down” she said. 

 

Slowly she unwrapped her legs from around me and as she slid back my now spent cock slipped easily from her, lubricated by our mutual juices.

 

She raised herself off of me enough to drop on the bed beside me.

 

“Oh, god that was sooooo good” she said as she lay exhausted on the bed. 

 

“I’m going to shut the camera off now, k?”

“Yes, please….”

 

I went over to the computer and saw there was 45 messages for us.  I shut the camera off and looked at them.

 

“Hey sexy, you were a star!”

“What do you mean?”

“There are a bunch of messages from people who were watching us.”

“Really?  Anyone we know?” she giggled.

“I hope not……”

“Well, honestly, I don’t care who was watching …. It was a turn on to know that they were actually…..”

“You think so….”

“Oh, yeah……I’m getting one of those cameras.”

“Are you?”

“Yep and I’ll set it up in my bedroom and you can watch me cum…..”

“Really?! I’d love that…..”

“Ok, I will then”

 

“So, Brent?”

“Yes beautiful?”

“Have you ever been sucked off on camera before?............”

I smiled, “No….”

“Well we have all week…….. but right now I should run down to my car and get my suitcase”

“Suitcase?”

“Yes” she giggled “I happen to have some clothes in a suitcase in my car…..just in case I never made it back to my hotel tonight……”

“Oh, you’re naughty……And here I thought I seduced you…….I’ve been had.”

“Yes you have…..and I intend to have you again…….”

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