Part 1

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Jen’s lips were still locked around my cock when Leah elbowed her aside.

“Okay, c’mon lemme get a taste.” She removed her hand from her yoga shorts, wrapping it around the base of my shaft while she dove straight into throating me. Unlike with Jen, she barely even warmed up. There was no teasing, no flicking my swollen cockhead with her tongue, no light sucking. Nope. It was straight to that beautiful GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK as she began replacing Jen’s webs of spit with her own.

“Oh, fuck,” I sank deeper into the couch, leaning back so that Leah had as much room as possible to work her apparent magic.

I closed my eyes briefly, sinking into the lovely, filthy sounds emanating from my friend’s mouth. When I opened them, I saw Jen staring slack-jawed at Leah. Then she rolled her eyes and let out a small huff, “Goddammit, Leah, you always have to one-up me.”

Leah glanced towards Jen, but didn’t stop sucking. She was moving so quickly that her fiery strands were already beginning to break free from the loose bun atop her head. I wrapped my hand around it, both keeping it in place and using it as leverage to help push Leah deeper along my shaft.

While my red-headed friend was busily slobbering away, I could see that Jen was feeling a little left out. Apparently eager for some attention, she stood up, turned away from me, and began slowly rolling her black leggings down from her waist to her ass. She looked over her shoulder as she revealed the olive green thong clasped between her tanned asscheeks.

“You’ve seen it in a swimsuit, but never in a thong, huh?” She purred teasingly as she shook her hips back and forth. She left her leggings bunched just below the bottom curve of her backside, ensuring that both lovely cheeks were held up and out.

With one hand still helping Leah work like a bobblehead on my cock, my other dashed greedily towards Jen’s ass. I grabbed it, kneaded it, cupped it, and smacked it. Jen slid against my hand, gently moving her hips until my fingers dipped between her thighs. At first I simply teased the cotton of her thong–clearly wet–but eventually I hooked my index finger around it and pulled it aside.

I began to tease Jen’s opening, drawing my index and middle finger back in a “come hither” motion. She did precisely that, falling to her knees and scooching backwards so that I could push my fingers inside her. She positioned her ass directly against Leah’s cheek. Leah was busy trying to bury her nose into my abdomen. She was getting close, but couldn’t quite fit the last inch or so of my dick.

When Leah noticed Jen’s ass pressing against her face, she turned her head to the side, allowing my cock to press hard against the inside of her cheek.

“Whew,” she came up for air, letting my spit-slick shaft bounce against her tongue. Then she playfully bit Jen’s ass, eliciting a high-pitched yelp.

“Knock it off Leah,” Jen glared over her shoulder. “Can’t you see I’m tryin’ to get fingerfucked?”

“What you’re trying to do is hog all the attention. Per usual.” Leah tapped my cock against her cheek, creating a slick spot that began to smear her foundation.

Squish, squish squish.

Jen was humping my hand now and I could feel her dripping into my palm. She began to moan more wildly, her whimpering reaching a high-pitch as she slid over my knuckles.

Leah kept tapping my cock against her cheek, keeping it hard, but I could tell she was thinking about something. After a few seconds, she stopped tapping and smirked at me. “Hey Quinn, wanna see my tits?”

I stared at her dumbly, “Do I really need to answer that question?”

She giggled, crossing her arms across her chest and slowly lifting her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra–her pale, plump tits fell free, bouncing lightly against my thighs. She scooted up to me, shifting her waist gently to bat her breasts against my cock. “Like ‘em?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

I slid my hand from between Jen’s thighs, eliciting a disappointed whine. But I had business to attend to, like squeezing Leah’s tits around my cock.

“God,” she said, “my tits are pretty big but you’re huge.” She leaned forward, sucking the tip of my cock while I teased her nipples.

Eventually, Jen’s face appeared near Leah’s shoulder. She leaned in close to Leah’s chest and snapped playfully at the redhead’s breast.

“Ouch! What the fuck, Jen?!”

“You did it to me first!”

“I’m sure your ass is way less sensitive than my tits!”

As amusing as it was to see the girls bicker, my dick was going unsucked, which was a grave problem.

“Hey Jen, if you want some attention, why don’t you show Leah up,” I pointed towards my cock, which had fallen to the side, leaving a sticky spot of saliva and precum on my upper thigh.

She shook her ass, bumping Leah aside, and smiling at me, “Oh now you wanna get demanding.” She started sucking me off energetically, clearly pushing against her gag reflex almost immediately. Drool poured down her chin. Her eyes darted up at me, clearly looking for signs of approval.

“I know you can get deeper than that,” I stretched my heels behind her and pushed on her ass, encouraging her to be more adventurous.

Leah smiled mischievously, “Don’t worry, I can help push the little slut, Quinn.”

She positioned herself behind Jen, pushing her breasts against her back, and grabbed hold of her head. Taking control, Leah began managing Jen’s rhythm, pushing her faster, harder, and deeper into my lap.

Jen’s eyes went wide at first, then she squeezed them tight as a thick slab of drool hung between her chin and my balls.

“Fuck, that’s better. Roll her top up, Leah.”

Leah did as she was told, pulling up Jen’s v-neck and so that our friend’s smaller, perky tits popped free.

The living room filled with that distinct, wonderful GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK again, but this time it was far louder and more intense. I could feel Jen’s throat tensing around me. It was obvious how much she was physically struggling to swallow me down. Leah wrapped her forearm around Jen’s throats–which was bulging now–and her other hand in Jen’s messy blonde hair.

“Keep it up, fuck, keep it up. This is gonna make me cum.”

“Hear that Jen,” Leah licked at Jen’s earlobe, “you’re gonna make Quinn cum. Are you ready to swallow his sperm?”

She could only respond with, “MMPH, GLUCK, MMM–aaa—mmph.”

“Do it, Quinn. Make her taste it.”

I clutched the crown of Jen’s head, squeezing, flexing my forearm. I nearly had my balls to her chin when I came. I could feel her gag immediately as my semen poured into her throat. It was pulse after pulse after sticky fucking pulse as I emptied my balls into her stomach. She snorted, pushing some cum out of her nose which dripped down to her upper lip.

Roughly, Leah pulled Jen back, finally giving her the opportunity to inhale deeply–between the web of cum in her throat. Then my redheaded friend plunged onto my still shuddering cock, looking up at me as she swirled her tongue around my sensitive tip. I grabbed her skull with both hands and began humping her face.

“Fuck, fuck, yeah, clean me up.”

Leah did as she was told, sucking me deeply and–once I let go of her head–pulling back to rapidly lick every inch of my softening cock. Her tongue slurped up semen, Jen’s spit, and Jen’s tears. She finished with a final hard suck around my tip, pulling off with a loud POP and an audible, “AH.”

Jen was still catching her breath. Her eyes moved between us, “Christ, that was intense.”

“And hot,” Leah added.

“Very,” I agreed.

“Oh shit! Wait!” Leah exclaimed, crawling around on her hands and knees looking for something. “I wanted to text Holly!”

“Text her what?!” I said, my mind slowly clearing from the horny haze.

“A pic! Shit, but your dick’s deflating.” She glanced around, directing her camera at me, then Jen. After a moment of consideration, she turned to Jen, “Make a nice big ‘O’ with your mouth and pose next to Quinn's cock."

Jen was a total mess–spit smeared across her forehead, hair matted with sweat, a glaze of cum across her cheek–but she did as she was told, smiling as she pressed in close to my still hefty, if flaccid, cock.

“Perfect!” Leah snapped the pic.

“Wait. Don’t send that! Who is that for?!” Jen looked embarrassed.

“Holly!”

“Holly?!” We both exclaimed in unison.

“Yep. I’m telling her that we just got done sucking your MASSIVE dick.”

I suddenly felt myself blushing, “I mean, if you think–”

“Sent!”

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DAY 16

Ethan snuck out of his room at two past six AM. He didn’t actually need to be cautious, as he wasn’t doing anything wrong at all yet. In fact, he had even been invited to do this. He moved past Emma’s door to Aya’s and instinctively raised his hand to knock. No. He didn’t need to. Aya had told him she would leave her door unlocked. She wanted him to just come in, he was sure. So that is what he did. Ethan slowly pushed the door open and looked into the girl’s room. The night wasn’t pitch black anymore as morning was approaching, but Aya’s blinds kept most of the emerging light out. Ethan could make out her bed and a shape under the white covers. This shape moved around in reaction to the noise he had made while opening the door, stepping into the room and closing the door again. Aya let out a sound as well, but Ethan couldn’t figure out if it had been meant to be a word to begin with. He took off his shirt with one hand, leaving him in nothing but his boxers and joined Aya in her bed. She was positioned with her back to him, so Ethan moved his cold skin up against her. She shivered. His lips against her shoulder, his chest against her back, his crotch against her ass and his hand on her stomach. All she had on was a pair of panties, nothing more.

‘Good morning,’ murmured. Ethan barely understood what she had said.

‘Good morning,’ he replied as Aya pushed her ass into his already swelling dick.

His meat pressed into her cheek ever so slightly. Ethan’s hand moved up to her tits instantly and pinched her nipple. He normally wouldn’t have acted this fast, but he had told himself he wouldn’t be holding back. If he wanted to do something, he’d do it. He wanted to grab her tits, so he did.

‘Mhm,’ she approved. Her hand went to verify what her ass cheeks had already confirmed. He was hard. Even through the boxers it was abundantly clear. Mirroring Ethan’s lack of restraint, she fished his rod out of his underwear and started stroking it behind her back. Her grip was tight and her movements slow and deliberate.

‘I can’t wait,’ she mumbled. Her speech was already much clearer.

‘It’ll be in your mouth soon,’ Ethan whispered.

Aya turned around to face him. There was a sparkle in her eyes.

‘Where did this Ethan suddenly come from?’

He replied by sliding a hand down her tight stomach into her panties. He spread her folds to facilitate his entrance.

‘Shut up,’ he commanded as he toyed with her already slick pussy.

Wet sounds filled the morning air.

Aya leaned in to kiss him. She didn’t break contact for over a minute. Their lips moved in unison. Ethan rolled over onto his back and removed the cover, exposing both his hard-on and Aya’s bare tight body. Her perky tits begged for attention but were outclassed by her young pussy. He was going to fuck the shit out of it, out of her.

‘Suck it,’ he commanded.

He half-expected Aya to resist, or to at least talk back to him. There was none of that.

‘Yes, sir,’ she said as she moved down to his member.

Her hand found his base again and for the third time since entering the house, she placed her tongue on his shaft. This time, however, they’d go much further than just head. The girl traced the tip of her tongue along his veins.

‘That’s not sucking,’ Ethan noted.

Aya didn’t need to be told twice and dove down around him. She wasn’t the best he had had in the house so far, but her enthusiasm was unmatched. She kept her brown eyes wide open and fixed on Ethan, who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He watched her please him, trying to take more and more of his shaft in her. Ethan moved his hand through her hair. Aya’s lips stretched around his girth as she bobbed, leaving a fresh coat of saliva every time she moved back up. He wanted more than this.

‘Put your cunt on my face,’ he said softly.

Aya removed herself from his dick. Ethan tugged her back down.

‘No, keep going.’

She licked him from base to tip before taking him inside again. She then rotated to align her pussy with his face, not letting his dick slip out of her mouth as she did. Before Aya could push her crotch down on him, Ethan placed both hands on her bottom and yanked her against him, causing her to fall down. Through all this, she managed to keep pleasuring him.

He had tasted her asymmetrical pussy before. It had been delicious then and it was delicious now as she smushed it against his face. Her clit was engorged, like last time, making it easy for Ethan to focus on it. He sucked on her most sensitive area and let her cover his face with her juices. Last time he had eaten her out, Emma had sucked him off simultaneously. This time, Aya herself could respond to what he was doing. It felt like they were having a conversation. Ethan sent her messages through the intensity of his tongue against her clit and his hands on her ass. Aya replied with changes in depth and pace as well as by massaging his balls. He was rock hard. She was fully drenched. There was no reason to postpone what he had come here for.

Ethan grabbed Aya by the waist, lifted her up and tossed her to the side. It was surprisingly easy to do. She turned her head to look at him and pouted.

‘Why did you do that?’ she asked.

‘Shut up,’ he growled as he crawled on top of her.

Aya broke character and smiled broadly. Ethan had his right hand just above Aya’s shoulder. His other hand was lining up his dick with her pussy. It was as if she was reading his mind.

‘Don’t worry,’ she said. ‘I’m on the pill.’

As he pushed himself inside of her, Ethan’s mind went back to the first few days of the experiment. Aya had teased him relentlessly. Her tight tops, her pretending to offer to jerk him off, the wager to blow him if he beat her at Wii bowling and sending him a picture of her dildo. All of that had happened in the first three days. Now here she was, underneath him, eyes closed, mouth wide open and taking his dick.

‘Yes, yes, fuck me like that, yes,’ she moaned.

He hadn’t bothered to go slow. Instead, he was pounding all his pent up frustration into her. He went balls-deep immediately. There was zero consideration for her comfort. Not a thought was wasted on her pleasure. Skin slapped against skin. This hole was his to use and abused how he wanted. She should have known that all her teasing would have led to something like this. Ethan realized this may have been by design. He bottomed out. Aya opened her eyes in pain again and they looked at each other.

‘You’re a hole,’ he said.

‘I’m a fantastic hole.’

‘And a slut too.’

‘I’m really not. It’s just your cock I need rammed in me.’

‘I’m not done.’

‘Fuck me,’ she begged. ‘Fuck my brains out with your big hard cock.’

‘Can I slap you?’ Ethan asked.

A mischievous grin appeared.

‘Only if you do it properly.’

He hit her with as much force as he could. He normally didn’t enjoy things like this, but Aya just looked so smackable. She was practically begging for it. He felt her cunt clamp down as his palm made contact with her cheek.

‘Oh wow,’ she recovered, ‘again!’

Ethan hit her once more, this time on the other side of her face with the back of his hand. He felt her pussy spasm a second time as his knuckles hurt her. He decided that he wanted to change positions. It would keep him from cumming too fast, so he moved himself off of her.

‘On your knees,’ he instructed. ‘Next to the bed.’

‘Yes, sir.’

He grabbed her head and forced his dick in her mouth again. She was a toy. With a hand in her hair, he guided her depth until tears formed in her eyes. He released her and she spit on the floor instinctively.

‘Fuck,’ she said after coughing.

‘Stand up.’

She obliged again. Ethan pushed her against a wall and placed his lips on hers. The kiss was surprisingly sweet but didn’t last long. Aya grabbed his shaft and steered it inside of her, still with her back pressed against the wall.

‘Your pussy feels so fucking good,’ Ethan whispered as he felt her warmth from the inside yet again.

‘Mmm,’ she replied. ‘Use it. It’s yours. Don’t hold back.’

The instruction was clear. Ethan lifted the girl up against the wall with his cock deep inside and started thrusting again. He wasn’t far from bursting.

‘Oh yes. Yes, Ethan. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my bratty little hole. I love your fat dick.’

She was being loud and clearly didn’t care. Neither did he. He pumped up inside of her as deep as her body physically allowed, causing her tits to rub against his chest and her piercing against his stomach.

‘Slap me again,’ she spat out in between moans.

‘Ask nicely.’

‘Slap this desperate slut again, please.’

Ethan stretched his hand out, but due to him now only lifting her with one arm, Aya slipped down slightly. He hit her full in the eye.

‘AH FUCK,’ she yelled, immediately followed by a: ‘Don’t you dare stop!’

There wasn’t much left to go. Almost immediately after the accident, Ethan felt his warm cum gush out of his dick in multiple spurts, deep inside of the tatted slut. Her moaning was stopped by a short ‘oh’ after which she turned completely mute for a couple of seconds. Ethan felt his cum move down along his shaft and outside of her as he held her up against the wall during her orgasm. Was it the feeling of the load inside of her or the pain that had pushed her over the edge?

 Ethan carefully guided her onto the floor where she laid down. Ethan was preoccupied with the state of Aya’s eye even if she herself wasn’t.

‘We really should get some ice on there,’ he said.

‘Huh?’

She seemed disoriented.

‘On your eye. I’m so sorry. It may bruise.’

She laughed.

‘That’ll be a fun one to explain. Don’t worry. It was clearly an accident.’

She pushed herself upright against the wall.

‘Ice may not be a bad idea, though. Can you get some?’

‘On it.’

Ethan quickly put his clothes back on and hurried to the kitchen. He grabbed an icepack and a towel before sprinting back up the stairs. Here, he ran into Emma who scanned the icepack before speaking up. She decided not to address it.

‘You know these walls are thin, right?’ she asked.

‘Oh? You heard?’ he feigned ignorance.

‘The next fucking town over probably heard,’ she laughed.

Ethan tried to move past her.

‘Save some of that energy for our next time, will you?’

He hurried into Aya’s room.

‘Sorry. Got held up,’ he explained as he gave her the icepack. He then sat down next to her.

‘I have to say,’ Aya replied, ‘still a great experience despite, you know, assaulting me.’

Ethan shook his head.

‘I didn’t assault you. What will we tell the others?’

Aya looked at him.

‘Oh, you’ll see.’

 

They moved back into the bed where they remained until Aya’s bathroom slot. Ethan followed twenty minutes later and then joined the other women at breakfast. Val and Emma were inspecting the boundless pile of boxes on and near the delivery table. Val looked at Ethan as he came down.

‘I can’t believe they managed to get so much shit here. Granted, they didn’t get everything, but I didn’t expect them too.’

Ethan scanned the boxes, some of which had been opened. There were also some bags of coals for the barbecue visible here.

‘Jesus. There’s a lot of stuff here. Where are we going to put all this?’ he asked.

‘Basement,’ Emma spoke without looking up from the box of painting supplies she was rifling through.

The other women were seated at the kitchen island. Ethan joined them. Aya’s eye was starting to swell and discolour. For a good while, nobody addressed it.

‘So, we’re just not going to talk about it?’ Isabelle spoke up, looking at the redhaired, black eyed Aya..

‘What?’ the younger woman replied. ‘This?’

She pointed at her eye.

Danielle sighed.

‘Yeah, obviously the black eye, Aya.’

She smiled.

‘Just an accident. Ethan slapped me while he was fucking me.’

Chloe almost spat out her orange juice. Danielle frowned, while Emma and Val chuckled. Isabelle was unshaken.

‘It’s okay, though. I asked him too and the sex was great,’ she added, hoping for more responses.

‘Speaking of,’ the group elder spoke, ‘can you keep it down next time? Especially in the morning.’

Aya smirked.

‘There’s no rule against it.’

Ethan insert himself into the conversation.

‘I’ll be more mindful next time I’m balls-deep in someone.’

He would have opted for a different way to say this it hadn’t been for Emma’s dare.

‘Thank you, Ethan,’ Isabelle said, closing the topic and ignoring the crude language.

Ethan skipped the morning yoga session and instead helped Val and Emma unpack the dozens of boxes and arrange their contents in the basement, which ironically was a pretty decent time waster on its own. At first, neither of the women addressed him fucking Aya this morning, which he hadn’t expected. Instead, they discussed whether she should order shelves for the basement. While Val took a quick toilet break, Emma addressed breakfast.

‘You’re lucky Aya helped you perform your dare,’ she complained. ‘It wasn’t as hard as I hoped it would have been.’

Ethan smirked.

‘First time I heard you say that.’

‘Grow up.’

‘But I did it, which means I get to hand out a dare now, right?’

‘Right.’

‘Good. I dare you to get your tits out in front of everyone.’

Emma laughed.

‘You can just ask if you want to see these,’ she said as she pulled her top up. She enjoyed seeing Ethan’s gaze linger and mouth fall open before covering back up.

‘It’s hardly a dare anyway,’ she concluded.

Val returned from the toilet and complained about how little work they had gotten done in her absence. Thanks to her very strict instructions, the trio were almost done by the time lunch came around.

 

During lunch, Danielle made plans.

‘So, if we plan to barbecue tomorrow, I need to put together a food order,’ she announced, ‘so give me some suggestions, please.’

This was met with enthusiasm. Different meats, as well as vegetarian alternatives and side dishes were suggested. The mood soured, however, when an uncomfortable topic from the previous day was dragged up again. Val was looking out into the garden when she addressed Isabelle.

‘There are quite a few leaves in the pool, don’t you think? Might be time to scoop them out. Especially is we want to have a nice barbecue.’

Isabelle turned her head slowly before speaking up.

‘I don’t really need to be told what to do, dear,’ she said calmly.

Val chuckled.

‘Well, apparently you do.’

Isabelle breathed out slowly.

‘I’ll get to it, Valerie.’

Ethan, as well as the other women, had their eyes firmly on their own plates, pretending not to be privy to the extremely uncomfortable conversation going on. Val was smart enough not to say anything else, although Ethan feared the damage had already been done.

 

After lunch, Ethan got back to work in the basement. He couldn’t help but bring up the conversation to Val.

‘Dude,’ he began, ‘that wasn’t good.’

Emma was putting away badminton rackets.

‘I know,’ Val replied. ‘I don’t want to treat Isabelle differently just because we’re …’

Emma looked up.

‘Because you’re what? I’ve been wondering what you guys are calling it.’

Val shot lightning with her eyes.

‘Because we’ve been intimate.’

Emma seemed disappointed.

‘You were pretty hard on her,’ Ethan said.

Val shrugged.

‘She’s supposed to be doing her tasks. Everyone is.’

‘Aren’t you scared this will affect your … intimacy?’

Val kept it short.

‘Already has.’

An awkward silence followed.

‘I’ll eat you out if you can’t get it anywhere else,’ Emma blurted out, trying and failing to diffuse tension.

Ethan wasn’t sure if she was joking. Val frowned, more because of confusion than offence.

‘What?’ Emma asked. ‘Can’t a straight girl eat pussy?’

Val shook her head.

‘What the fuck are you talking about, Emma?’

Emma didn’t let this slow her down. She turned her attention to Ethan.

‘What about you? Plan on hitting any more women?’

Was this an attempt to make this less awkward for Val?

‘I only hurt women if they ask me to,’ Ethan fired back.

‘Jesus Christ,’ Val muttered under her breath. ‘You’re trying way too hard, dude. First the ‘balls-deep’ thing and now this? This is not what I meant when I said you needed to be less passive.’

Ethan felt like a schoolkid being berated by a teacher. Val was right.

‘You told Ethan to be less passive? When?’ Emma asked.

Val ignored her.

‘Let’s just get this stuff sorted,’ she said louder.

 

They finished up the task and went their own ways. Not much more was said. After a quick change of clothes, Ethan retreated once again to where he knew he would be left mostly alone: the library. He was getting into some routines and realised he felt the need to change things up sooner rather than later, but the day’s tensions called for some isolation.

The first person to walk into the library after him was Chloe. She was wearing a plain white shirt and yoga pants and had her hair in a bun.

‘Hey, Ethan,’ she said as she saw him.

He noticed a rolled-up piece of paper under her arm.

‘Hi, Chloe,’ he responded as he put his book away.

‘I, uh, drew something. Do you want to see?’

‘I’d love to.’

‘It may be a bit … explicit,’ she warned. ‘I hope you’ll like it.’

Ethan looked at her expectantly.

Chloe unrolled the piece of paper to show him the drawing. Her warning had been warranted. Ethan immediately recognised what she had used as reference: Emma’s selfie from the day before. The one with his dick against her tongue. Instead of Emma’s face, though, this drawing was a self-portrait. Chloe had drawn herself licking the tip of Ethan’s erect cock.

‘Wow, Chloe. That looks, uhm, very lifelike.’

He noticed she was blushing when he looked up.

‘I finished it this morning,’ she explained. ‘I was feeling … inspired.’

Ethan only now realised that the wall he had fucked Aya against was shared with Chloe’s room.

‘I heard everything,’ she said softly.

Ethan was embarrassed.

‘I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about …’

Chloe interrupted him.

‘Is that what you’ll do to me?’ she asked. ‘When we …?’

‘No. Not like that.’

This was not what Chloe wanted to hear.

‘I am going to make you feel as comfortable as possible,’ Ethan explained further.

Chloe still wasn’t convinced.

‘We’ll have time to experiment later on, alright?’

This was the first thing in a while that seemed to please her.

‘Good,’ she mumbled.

The door to the library opened again. Chloe tried to roll up her drawing as fast as she could, but it was already too late. Danielle had seen enough.

‘What was that?’ she asked.

She turned to Ethan.

‘Was that your …’

Chloe escaped the room past Danielle without saying another word. She closed the door behind her.

‘Was that your dick on that drawing?’ Danielle finished her thought.

Ethan was flattered she had recognised it this quickly. He nodded.

‘Jesus. That’s explicit.’

Ethan felt he needed to explain.

‘She drew a fictional scenario,’ he said. ‘What you saw hasn’t happened in real life.’

Danielle tilted her head.

‘Yet,’ she added.

Ethan ignored it. This really wasn’t her business.

Danielle spoke again.

‘I feel like the girl has grown scared of me or something. Feels like she thinks I’m judging her.’

‘Aren’t you?’

She thought about this for a bit.

‘I’m forcing myself not to,’ she concluded.

‘I really think you should talk to her about it. Be honest,’ Ethan replied.

Danielle bit her lip.

‘And treat her like an adult,’ he added.

‘Yes,’ she said, mostly to herself. ‘Well, I’ll leave you be.’

With this, he was left alone again.

 

Ethan read a couple more chapters before he had enough. When he got back to the common room, he saw Chloe, Aya and Isabelle struggle outside, trying to install what must be a volleyball or badminton net in the garden. Ethan wandered over to have a look. He noticed the pool had been cleaned. He doubted this would be the end of the conflict it had spawned, though.

‘Oh, thank God,’ Isabelle spoke as she saw him approach. ‘Do you have any experience with stuff like this?’

He looked at the ground. A number of iron poles were strewn about.

‘Not really,’ he said, ‘but it can’t be that hard. Can it?’

Aya looked at him. Her eye had noticeably gotten darker, making Ethan feel like a dick.

‘You’d think so.’

Chloe held up two of the pole-pieces.

‘We think these should somehow connect, but we’re not quite sure.’

Ethan inspected them.

‘Confusing,’ he admitted. ‘Isn’t Val good with this stuff? Where is she?’

Isabelle looked away. None of the women talked. Ethan tried to recover the situation.

‘Maybe you need to push really hard?’ he suggested. ‘This one looks like it needs to go in that one,’ he said while pointing at the poles Chloe was holding.

Aya grabbed one and handed the other to Ethan.

‘Alright then,’ she instructed, ‘try to stick it in here. Push hard.’

Isabelle laughed.

‘I feel like I’ve heard you say something to that effect before.’

This made Chloe laugh out loud as well.

Aya frowned.

‘You’re both just jealous I got dick this morning,’ she said sternly, shutting Chloe up.

‘Fair enough,’ Isabelle admitted, still laughing.

Ethan had been correct. Assembling the volleyball net took a lot of force, but the trio managed to complete the assignment. Near dinner time, they were admiring their work.

‘Good job,’ Isabelle complemented both her companions.

‘Ooh,’ Chloe spoke up, ‘we should invite the others to play a match tonight. We could do three versus three if someone volunteers to be the referee.’

‘Hmm,’ Isabelle replied. ‘I don’t know the rules. Do you guys?’

Neither of them did.

‘Emma probably does, no? Ethan suggested.

 

With that, Chloe left to prepare dinner while Isabelle and Ethan cleaned up the boxes the volleyball net had come in. He considered bringing up her conflict with Val but ultimately decided against it. It wasn’t his business to interfere in.

The group had curry for dinner, during which Chloe suggested the volleyball game the pass the time that evening. It turned out that Emma knew the rules and was willing to act as a referee. Besides wanting a bit of time after dinner to let their food digest, everyone agreed to join in.

‘How are we going to decide the teams?’ Aya asked. ‘Is this going to be gym class all over again?’

‘You were picked last in gym?’ Emma asked.

‘Only when I had a black eye,’ Aya joked. ‘But seriously, this needs to be fair.’

‘Is this not going to be a relaxed thing? Does it need to be competitive?’ Isabelle remarked.

‘Sports are more fun if you actually try your best, no?’ Emma said.

Everyone but Isabelle and Chloe agreed with this sentiment.

‘Alright, you two are definitely on different teams,’ Aya decided.

‘Agreed,’ Val chimed in. ‘And, not trying to be rude, I don’t think Ethan and I should be on the same team either.’

Aya laughed. ‘No offence taken.’

‘None here either,’ Danielle added.

‘So, I’ll join Chloe and Ethan can join Isabelle.’

‘Great,’ Aya ignored Val’s obvious motives. ‘I’ll join Ethan as well and Danielle can team with you and Chloe. Sounds good to everyone?’

There were no objections.

 

Ethan, Aya and Chloe played some Mario Kart until showtime while the others lounged in the sofa’s and watched. After about an hour, Emma announced it was time, prompting most of the women to disappear upstairs to change into something more athletic. Ethan’s basketball shorts and T-shirt would do just fine. He joined Emma outside while he waited for everyone to arrive. When Danielle joined as the last participant, Emma briefly explained the rules to volleyball and the group got started. It was funny how similar all women were dressed right now. Every single one had opted for tight booty shorts, and the main differences in tops were the colours and lengths. Danielle and Aya were both extremes in that metric, with Danielle having plenty of cover and Aya having rocked up in a sports bra.

The group had agreed to play three sets. After the first set, Emma stripped out of her top seemingly unprompted. Ethan was quite far away but was still convinced she had winked at him after. Most of the women interpreted this as normal Emma behaviour. She had already completed her dare. It hadn’t even been a day. After two sets, the teams were tied. Emma decided to up the stakes.

‘We could make this interesting,’ she suggested. ‘Any ideas for a forfeit? Something the losers could to for the winners?’

‘MASSAGES!’ Aya cried out immediately.

‘Sure, why not,’ Val agreed. ‘Winners give losers massages.’

‘Fine by me,’ Ethan added. The others just nodded.

The final set betrayed something. Val had been holding back. Either that, or she was very motivated to get massaged. Point by point she absolutely dominated the other team, practically on her own. Danielle and Chloe didn’t need to do much. After the final point, Val jumped up and went to hug her teammates. Ethan felt a sting of jealousy, for multiple reasons. He had been completely outplayed and was exhausted. He went to lay down in the soft grass. Aya dropped down next to him.

‘This is surprisingly comfortable,’ she initiated conversation.

Isabelle joined them. She was far less exhausted as she hadn’t put in as much effort, as expected.

‘I’m not massaging Val,’ she said, ruining the mood.

‘You’ve got a preference?’ Aya asked Ethan.

His options were Val, Chloe and Danielle. He preferred to get one of the latter two as massaging Val wouldn’t lead to anything, as opposed to the other two. Val’s words were still imprinted in him. Enough passivity.

‘I’d rather you treat Val,’ he said to Aya.

Her look betrayed she saw right through him.

‘I’ll take Chloe,’ Isabelle added.

Ethan remembered the last time she had massaged the girl. He may not be the only one with ulterior motive. This left Ethan with Danielle, which he could live with.

Emma joined them on the grass, before the other team followed her example. Surprisingly, there was no gloating from the winning team. All seven housemates were staring up at the sky.

‘Who’s giving me my massage?’ Danielle asked.

‘That’ll be me,’ Ethan spoke.

‘Perfect,’ she replied.

Aya had the foresight to prevent awkwardness.

‘I’m coming for your knots, Val,’ she announced.

‘And Chloe can stop by my room anytime she wants,’ Isabelle completed.

They spent a few dozen more minutes on the grass before it got too cold. Once inside, they watched some episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine again, prompting speculation on whether Ethan found Rosa or Amy most attractive, which he himself was surprised by as the answer seemed obvious.

He had grown tired of filling in the same exact answers on his survey every single day but still did it dutifully. He checked his messages before going to sleep, as he often did and saw some notifications from the ‘boytoy timeshare’ chat again. Emma had shown incredible restraint today, not commenting any further on what had happened this morning. There was already a back and forth between the two women to be read.

‘Not going to lie, you guys’ little show this morning kind of turned me on.’

Aya had been quick to reply.

‘Not a show. Glad you got something out of it, though.’

Despite what had happened, Emma still wasn’t letting Aya get the best of her.

‘Still thinking about it,’ was her next message. Along with it, she sent a picture of her laying on her bed. Her face wasn’t in frame, but everything else was. A hand was nestled against her pussy, obscuring it from view. Her tits were on full display.

‘You’re in an exhibitionist mood,’ Aya texted the group.

Ethan threw caution to the wind. He snapped a quick pic of his cock after stroking it to erection and dropped it in the chat.

‘Also still thinking about it,’ he added.

Both women replied to this with a heart emoji.

 

Laid in bed, unable to sleep, thoughts start to creep in… We’ve all been there.
Thinking of all the things we’d rather not be, old memories filling our heads without having been given permission to enter, the subconscious taking over when we need it the least.

That happens to me often, usually its terrible thoughts or magnificent ones… and every so often, they get a little… dangerous.
The danger usually comes from thinking of him.. I shouldn’t think about him. He makes me spiral, drives me utterly insane… but my god, the thoughts are incredible.
So every now and then, I let it in… I think, imagine… remember… like tonight.. tonight I remembered.

I climbed into bed, naked as usual, and curled up under the sheets. I was trying to sleep, but the thoughts came one after the other.. flashes of his face, words whispered in my ear, fingers on my skin…

I tried to push It away, like I always did, but something stopped me. I could feel my entire body almost shuddering at the thoughts, my pussy heating up between my thighs and I was suddenly very aware of how horny I was.
I turned onto my back and let my legs fall apart and I gave into the thoughts that led me there.
Walking in and him telling me to get undressed, the feel of his beard against the skin of my face as he kissed me hard and the way his hands around my body, pulling me into him so I felt like I could never get away.
The safety I felt was unimaginable, I melted into him every time, my fingers wrapped in his hair, tracing down is jawline as I took in the sight of his eyes piercing into mine.
My entire body would react to his touch and the same was happening tonight from the thought alone… I was too turned on to melt right now, too worked up to think about any feelings we shared.. I just wanted to remember the rest.

Thrown down onto the bed now, usually giggling at him like the nervous wreck I always was, his hand wrapped around my throat telling me to shut up with a smile that told me to carry on anyway.
I recreated the motions, my own hand placed around my throat and a gentle squeeze then movement… down my body, lightly over one rock hard nipple..
The thought of him sat between my thighs, taking the sight of me in while I was sprawled over his bed sheets, naked, vulnerable and desperate for him.
The thought of his cock, hard and stood to attention, ready for me like it always was.

My hands moved further now, over my stomach, still seeing his face smirking down at me, imagining the feel of him sat there, the heat emanating from him, his hands running over my body.
My hand finally reached my pussy, and I was soaked just like I always was for him.
My body had always reacted to him (and apparently still would) in such an obvious way. I always hated that it gave me away so easily, but id give him everything if he asked right now.
My fingers toying over my clit as i thought about the feel of his hard cock against me, teasing me, how he’d move me into whatever position he wanted me in easily and id comply with no fight.

Down again, finding my hole, running my fingers around the edges, soaking wet and swollen enough that I could feel it obviously with a little tickle over it. I could almost feel the perfect alignment of him against my entrance, the memory so sharp it was almost like pain, the anticipation building as I remember and tease myself with my own fingers.
Before finally, I gave in.

Nothing had faded around the memory of him sliding inside for the first time, nothing could ever come close to that feeling… and believe me, ive tried to find it.
I pushed two fingers inside, firm and deep, they slid in with ease, my pussy was basically dripping at this point and I gasped as I put the action and memory together.
I heard him too, “fuuck”
We fit together perfectly, like his cock was made for my pussy… like there would never be anything that could fit so right, so well, unless you cloned the two things.

I was gone now, lost in the thought,  the scent of him filling my airways, the gasps and moans filling my head… and the feeling.. my god the feeling.
I pushed another finger inside, filling myself to the point of stretching, pushing as deep as I could, trying to emulate the feeling that was filling my mind.
My body was arching wildly, jolting and pushing down against my hand as I thrust in and out, the sound of my own breathing and sound of how wet I was every time I re-entered almost drowned out by my own imagination.
Without hesitation and without any control, I said the words out loud…
“Please cum inside me…”

I loved it when he filled me up, all I ever wanted was to feel his hot cum shooting deep inside me, then slowly dripping back out later on.
My own orgasm wasn’t far away at this, and while my mind was elsewhere, my body was responding happily to every thought I had, responding to every thrust of my fingers, every grind down that caught my clit against the palm of my hand.
And as I imagined him, breath heavy, rhythm changing as he emptied himself inside me, I heard him clear as day…
“You’re such a good girl”
And I came, harder than I had in longer than I cared to remember.
My pussy gushed out around my fingers, clenching so hard that it pushed them out along with the cum flowing out of me.

I laid, breath rapid and broken, my body shuddering properly now, a feeling of bliss running through my veins.
Suddenly I was exhausted, and my mind went back to him planting a little kiss on my head, a feeling of complete safety… and I drifted off to sleep in the messy little damp patch he still got me to make without even touching me.

 

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I pressed the send button on an email and leaned back in the booth. “With that our time working together is over.”

“Cheers! It’s been a fun couple of months, Sarah.” Glenn smiled as he lifted his glass.

“Yeah I’ll miss this, it’s been fun. Well, as fun as work can be.” I lifted my drink to meet his.

Glenn was handsome. Older than me, but fit and with a solid build. For the last two months I had been working at his company as a temporary consultant. Tonight we weren’t colleagues anymore, just two attractive people having drinks.

While I worked for him there had been some long looks, a couple of suggestive jokes and one time I playfully kissed him on the cheek to say goodbye. I noticed he how red his face got afterwards. Nothing unprofessional had happened but I found myself wishing something might between us, and I’d begun to fantasize about him the last couple of weeks.

We’d decided to celebrate at a bar not too far away from the office. I was kind of thinking that drinks might loosen him up a little. Every time things had gotten a little flirty at work, he quickly clammed up. Maybe he didn’t approve of office romances, or maybe it was the age difference; whatever it was I intended to find out tonight.

“So no wife or girlfriend, aren’t you a little lonely sometimes.” The Jack and Coke in my hand might be making me a bit more forward.

“Ummm… yeah I guess, but I’ve never been a relationship guy.” He shifted in his seat a bit.

“Too busy hooking up with all the hotties then?” I leaned forward a bit and made sure my cleavage was as exaggerated as possible.

“No not exactly, it’s a bit more complicated than that.” Glenn polished off the remainder of his scotch. His eyes lingered on me for an extra second, he was trying very hard not to look at my tits.

“Well you’re certainly good looking enough to be with someone, and I know you like girls, I’ve seen you looking at me.” I held up a hand to stop his protests. “You were always professional and I never felt uncomfortable, but I know you think I’m attractive.”

“You’re very pretty. I’m just looking for a specific type of relationship, it’s nothing personal.” A subtle reddish hue had spread to his cheeks, I was pretty sure it wasn’t just the alcohol.

“What about casual hookups or a friend’s with benefits type thing, is that what you’re looking for?” I flashed a hungry smile at him, this was no time for subtly.

“Why? You offering?” He laughed nervously, I think he was trying to play it off as a joke.

At this point i decided that we’re going to fuck tonight, he just doesn’t know it yet. I looked around to make sure the coast is clear and summoned my crazy college girl days. I lifted my top and flash him my tits, making sure to pinch the pierced nipple. “Would you really pass this up?” I tease him.

His eyes go wide, and I know he liked what he saw. This time I polished off the last of my beverage and waved my hand to signal a waitress we want two more.

Waiting for our drinks, we make a bit more casual conversation, I’m not good at waiting but I managed. Once the server leaves, I dive back in. “So tell me what you are looking for, I’m open minded.”

Glenn let out a long sigh. “I don’t do girlfriends or hookups, what I’m looking for is a Domme.” Glenn can’t even make eye contact as he tells me this, just starring at his feet, like there’s something interesting down there.

To say there was a long silence would be an understatement. I took a pull of my new drink before letting out a long laugh.

“See, I knew this was a bad idea.” Glenn buried his head in his hands.

“No, no I’m not laughing at you, it’s just a surprise. That’s all. So you want someone to, like, tie you up and spank you?” I’ll admit I was surprised at how much I was turned on by the idea.

That’s pretty tame actually, but yeah I want someone who’s going to take charge and make me their submissive.”

I tried to reset myself, I was shocked but I knew I needed to take this seriously. It ment something to him. “So have you ever had someone do that for you before, or is this a new thing?”

“Yeah, I had someone, but it’s complicated.” He sipped his drink looking a bit defeated.

“Did you guys brake up? Is that even a thing that happens in that kind of relationship?”

“She married my brother.”

“Wait WHAT?!?” We had been talking in more hushed voices, but obviously I couldn’t hold back after that bombshell. “So she married your brother and now she won’t do it anymore? That sucks, I’m sorry.”

“No, she’ll still do it.”

I just barely caught myself before I yelling again. “She’ll still do it! Your brother’s ok with that!” I managed in a harsh whisper.

“He doesn’t know. He never did. I didn’t even know they were dating. She just showed up to a family get together on his arm, engaged. They got married a few months later.”

The last five minutes of conversation had revealed more about Glenn than everything I’d found out while we worked together. I didn’t remember finishing my drink, but I found it was empty. I took a very deep breath and tried to push past the incredible series of revelations.

“So, do you think she got with your brother just to mess with you?”

“I honestly don’t know. Probably. Listen, Sarah, can we just forget all this go our separate ways?”

“So wait you never told your brother that his now wife has been your sexually dominant girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend isn’t the right word, and what am I supposed to tell him? That the woman he knows as Amy, I know as Mistress Sadie. Or that she used to peg me with a 12 inch strap-on and made me swallow my own load. There’s no real way to start that conversation.”

“She really made you…wait 12 inches? Really?” I thought I was done being surprised. Wrong. He simply held up his hands to indicate length and girth. “Damn where’d she get something that big?”

“There’s plenty of places, I got this on online. I still have it back home in my dungeon.”

I couldn’t believe I was getting turned on by all of this, but I very much was. “So you have a sex dungeon? With a bunch of naughty toys and stuff?”

“Well yeah you can’t do that shit in your kitchen, anyone serious about being that kinky needs a room dedicated to depravity.” He was very matter of fact about it all.

“Take me there, I wanna see it!”

Glenn waved his hand at me. “Sarah, look it’s nice to get some of this off my chest, but I don’t think you’re really ready for that yet.”

“So you doubt me then? You don’t think I can be a domme?” I tried be as serious as I could be under the circumstances.

“Well usually we wouldn’t work together first, that might be weird. And I mean, you’re cute but you just don’t seem like someone who’d be a natural dominant.”

“What because I’m not some goth girl covered in leather, latex and tattoos I can’t boss you around?”

He chuckled at me. “Yeah kind of, plus there’s your voice. It’s light and sweet, the one time I heard you yell at someone, you sounded like an anime character.”

It was true, I don’t have an overly commanding voice, but I was in now. Now backing down. I summoned my most intimidating presence.

“Take your dick out.”

He looked like a deer in headlights “What here, now?”

“I showed you my tits, only fair. Plus I just realized I shouldn’t go through all this trouble without seeing if it’s worth it. You might have a pathetic little cock.”

“Listen I don’t think this is a good ide-“

I cut him off “Shut up and do it pussy.”

Glenn looked around nervously and stared to undue his pants. I could not believe he was really doing it. He reached in and took out a very nice member. Now it was only a little engorged, still mostly soft, but even so I could see he was going to have a well above average dick when hard.

If I was really going to be his new Mistress Sadie, I couldn’t acknowledge how fucking hot all this was. “That’s it? That’s what all this has been about, trying to get that little guy off?”

I kicked off a shoe and placed my bare foot between his legs. I began to rub him ever so gently. I spare a second to look around, I like this bar and don’t want to get kicked out. Fortunately, we’re alone in a corner booth and no one seems to be paying us any attention.

“So Mistress Sadie, was that supposed to be short for sadistic?” I’m hold eye contact and acting like this the most normal conversation in the world.

“I asked her that once.” He swallowed hard.

“And?”

“She kicked me in the balls so hard I almost passed out.”

“I guess that’s your answer then. Did you like the pain?” I don’t give him time to respond. I slam my heal into his crotch and smile.

Glenn does everything he can not to cry out in pain, it might be a quiet night but screaming about his balls would draw unwanted attention. He doubles over with his mouth silently hanging open. “Fuck.” He manages in a horse voice.

I giggle at him. “So are you gonna take me to your sex dungeon now, or do I have to keep correcting you.”

He takes a few moments to recover, and finally after a deep breath starts to put him self away. He had grown in size quite a bit, so he struggled a little tucking everything back in. I sat and enjoyed the show biting my lower lip. Eventually he won the struggle with his pants and looked at me with what seemed like hunger in his eyes.

“I’ll get us a car.” He says sheepishly.

The ride back to his place is quiet. I could have tried to embarrass him in front of our driver, but decided that a silent, almost awkward, ride would build more tension. I made Glenn hold every door and continued to silently follow him until we entered his house.

“Take me to your sex room, perv.” I was enjoying giving commands to the man who was basically my boss until a few hours ago.

“Right this way Sarah.” He holds out a hand to indicate I should follow.

Right there I knew I was going to need a new name. Sarah, or even Mistress Sarah, wasn’t going to cut it. I mentally workshopped names as we walked to his dungeon. As I stepped into the room a wide smile spreads across my face.

The room itself is fairly stark. A single bed with a handful of pillows sat in the middle. The main event was the nearest wall. Mounted like trophies are cornucopia of sex toys, whips and restraints.

I walk towards the wall and let my hand run over several of the more interesting options. Holding a special place in the center of everything is the aforementioned strap on and it’s 12” dick, waiting.

My hand wrapped around a stiff leather whip with a small pad a the end. “Oh, I like this one! It’s the thing they use in horse racing right?”

“Yeah, it’s called a riding crop.” He replied.

I spin around to face him with a raised eyebrow. “Why do you still have clothes on?” I point the crop at him menacingly.

“I didn’t know I was-“

“Rule one: you’re no longer allowed clothes in this room. I doesn’t matter if I’m here or not, you wear even one stitch in here and I’ll punish you with this.” I swing the crop in the air in front of me.

I’m still a little surprised how quickly he obeys me. He’s a strong man, almost twenty years older than me, and yet here he is doing whatever I tell him. In a matter of seconds he’s fully nude hands behind his back.

I circled him, the tip of the crop dragged against his flesh as I do. “Good boy. Very good!” I bring the whip up to his nipple and give him a good flick. Glenn stifled a groan as my smile grew wider. “So your old mistress abandoned you, when’s the last time you were with someone.”

“I haven’t cum in 108 days Mistress.”

I’m stunned my the number, but an evening full of crazy shit has the inoculated me from the surprise of it all. “You haven’t jerked off since she left?”

“I’m not allowed.”

“Good, I like that. Well keep that, it can be Rule Two: Only I can make you cum.” I smack his other nipple. “And it’s Mistress Ani. That’s what you’ll call me, understood?”

“Yes Mistress Ani.” He obediently replied.

“108 days? I’m can’t believe you didn’t pop when my foot touched you at the bar.”

“I almost did Mistress, I’m sorry.”

“Well, let’s clear your pipes.” I removed everything but my panties and enjoy his eyes on me. I can see him getting harder, swelling at my nudity. “Oh and you’re going to buy me a nice table for this room. Something to put my clothes on, I’m not happy I’ve got to keep them on the floor while we do this.”

“Yes Mistress Ani. Please forgive me!”

I grab a bottle of lube from a pedestal on the wall and coat my hands. I rub them together and take my time, watching as his eyes beg for me to start. He continues to grow. I kneel beside him, but still deny touching the throbbing cock in front of me. Instead I run my hand along his ass, finding his crease and bury my hand deeply between his cheeks.

For a moment it looks like his hands move slightly, reaching for his dick. “Keep your hands behind your back, or I’ll punish you.”

“Yes Mistress, sorry. It just been so long, it hurts.”

I continue rubbing his ass, fingers slowly zeroing in on his opening. Teasing his hole, as we both know that I’m going to use that strap-on before the night is done. With my other hand I slowly wrap my fingers around his swollen balls. “Is this where it hurts?” I tug on them slightly.

I can tell he’s trying to hold back, but a low grunt escaped him. My hand slowly slides up from his sack, a firm grip traveling from shaft to tip. I use my thumb to massage the underside of his dick. He’s leaking already, and I stroke back down the length of him.

My other hand probes his hole, two fingers easily slide in and I love the sounds Glenn is trying not to make. I’ve never fingered a man before, but I know the basics, find his prostate and attack. He rocks onto his toes and I know I’ve found what I’m looking for. I focus on his ass, introducing more fingers. If he can take 12” he can take more than a couple fingers. I want to work him more, but he’s dripping so much I don’t think he can last much longer.

I decided that it’s time. I take his shaft with both hands and work him hard. Only a few seconds of pumping and I feel pleasurable pulsing turn into a hard forceful straining. My left hand continues stroking as I use my right to catch as much of him as I can.

“Nnnnaagghhhhh, fuck!” Glenn groaned as he unloads into my hand. His cock keeps pumping as 100 days of build up drains form him. My cupped hand fills with his milky white cream.

“You know all the best anime characters have finishing moves.” I stand and look Glenn in the eyes. I raise my voice to inmate the characters I’ve heard. “Do you wanna see my full power?”

“Yes Mistress, please.”

I pull my filled hand back, and smiled. “CUMMMMY SLAPPPP!”

I could feel a warm wet mist tickle my face as his cum sprays everywhere. Glenn dropped to a knee, and when he looked up at me a wet red handprint covers his left cheek. I couldn’t help but laugh. I had done this to him, and he had needed me to do it.

“All those toys are clean and ready to use, yes?” I asked, back to using my normal speaking voice.

“Yes Mistress Ani, I thoroughly clean and sanitized everything after use. I also change the sheets and scrub the entire room.”

“Good, that can be the Third Rule: You’re responsible for all the cleaning. Now, help me with the strap on then. We’re gonna fuck some more cum out of you.” I removed my panties and step into the rigging, letting Glen secure all the adjustments until everything feels tight. “Is your phone in your pants?”

“The right pocket, yes Mistress.”

“Good, unlock it for me and get on the bed face down.”

He hands me his phone and climbs onto the bed like I commanded. My hands are full of cum and lube. It makes navigating the menu tricky, but I open his camera and climb on top of him. I make sure the large dildo covers his entire crack, and snap a picture.

The click draws Glenn’s attention. “What are you doing my Mistress?”

“Claiming my property. Your old mistress, her number’s in here?”

“Yes, under Sadie.”

I type out a message:

He’s no longer yours. A NEWER, YOUNGER, Mistress now owns this submissive pet. Do not contact, failure to comply will have severe repercussions!

I attached the photo, and for the second time that night hit send on a life changing message.

Looking at the sheer size of the toy against his ass, I still have doubts it’ll fit. I apply a good helping of lube and work my new dick between his cheeks. He slowly opens for me, and I press down into his waiting hole.

“You ready to be my slut.” I taunt.

“Yes Mistress Ani, I’m yours.”

I rock my hips forward and I can’t believe my eyes. His ass parts and accepts the thick dildo. I pushed in half way, and felt only a little resistance. I pull out and then back in, this time I go all the way in. The last two inches are a tight fit, and I hear him start to groan. I lean forward and use both hands to push in his back, my legs pin his down. Now I can really work him hard.

I surprised how good it feels. Fucking him is fun, but there’s also a nice friction against my pussy as I hump him. The harder and faster I go, the better it feels. I lose myself for a moment, it’s no longer about punishing him, but pleasing me. I only notice his loud moans because my arms and hips begin to tire.

“Get on your side slut.” I’m not ready to stop, but I needed a new position. We roll to together and Glenn lifts his leg, opening his ass wide. From this angle I can reach between his legs and stroke him. I feel the pulses in my hand, but I’m not sure what’s more cum and what’s just me slamming my big dick deep inside him. I don’t care.

My body is tired and covered in sweat, it’s time to get mine. “Eat your Mistress’s pussy, she wants to cum.” Glenn slides off my dick, there’s a wet popping noise as does. When he gets up I can see just how much creamy goo is pooled on the sheets. “How many times did you cum? I got a lot of milk out of you didn’t I.”

“I’m not sure, I lost count. My Mistress was very generous. Everything aches.”

“Good. I want you to think of me tomorrow, as your ass throbs sitting in your office.”

Glenn is quite gentle as he obediently undoes all the straps, releasing my slick opening. I thought some of my wetness must be the lube, that worked its way under the strap on, but no it was all me. I couldn’t recall ever being so open and ready.

I grab Glenn by his hair and push him between my legs. His face stubble rubs on my outer lips and sends a tingle up my spine. His tongue is eager as it slides into my folds. The skill of his mouth is very impressive, he’s clearly been taught well. He works in deep as his upper lip sucks on my stiff clit. For a moment he tries to lift his head and come up for air. I don’t let him.

Pulling him hard into me I yell. “You can breathe after I cum.” My hips use what strength I have left to flex in his face. A warm feeling begins to radiate from deep within me, eventually building to an explosion that radiates throughout the rest of my body. I let go of Glenn and collapse back. The pleasure hits me in waves and I soak up every moment.

I lay there for a minute as slowly the ecstasy fades, turning into a satisfying relaxation. Once I have finally caught my breath I prop myself up and see the state of the room. A large pool of cum on the bed next to me, lube everywhere and my thighs are so shiny and slick I can see Glenn’s reflection in them.

“Go got me a wet washcloth to clean up a little.” I tell my new submissive. As he gets up to walk out of the room I stifle a giggle when I can see his ass hasn’t recovered yet, it gapes open when he leans over.

He returns a moment later, and as he’s about to hand me a towel his phone chimes. I look at it and belly laugh at the message. “Your old ex is the jealous type huh?” I flip the phone to show him the text.

HE’S MY PROPERTY! HE DOESN’T GET TO DECIDE WHO HIS MASTER IS! I’ll PUNISH BOTH OF YOU FOR THIS!

“We should have her and your brother over for dinner. It’ll be fun don’t you think.” Glenn’s face turns ashen. I type the invitation.

Chapter 1: A Game of Locks & Keys + Story Synopsis

Chapter 2: The Sapphire Key (Part 1)

Chapter 3: The Sapphire Key (Part 2)

Chapter 4: The Ruby Key

Chapter 5: The Emerald Key (Part 1)

Chapter 6: The Emerald Key (Part 2)

Chapter 7: The Amethyst Key

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Three Years Ago

“So you don't think you'll go back? You can still go and just not participate.”

I look up to Andrea as she plops down on the couch next to me. My mind instantly flashes back to the state I saw her in just hours ago. She intended on a foursome experience for my first time at their favorite dungeon, “The Whip”, but due to my timidness it ended up just being a threesome. The image of her getting roughly fucked at both ends is now burned into my mind.

“I just…don't think it's my scene, that's all. Call me old fashioned I guess.”

I lower my head and blush. Why can't I break free like them?

“There's no aspect about it you enjoyed? At all?” Denise asks as she sits in the chair opposite me.

I turn toward her and immediately start picturing her night. She was tied to a bench and edged until she finally broke. The look on her face when she finally finished was one of the most alluring things I've ever seen. I don't think I could do what she did, but I would kill for that ending.

“The bench thing you did seemed interesting, but I still don't think I can do it. I would have to be unbelievably horny in order to be willing to do that.”

The two girls glance at each other, grasping onto the one little sliver of hope I’ve offered. It doesn't matter though, I’ve already made up my mind.

“Don't get your hopes up,” I add, squashing their ambition. “Maybe someday I'll break this shell I comfortably hide behind, and when that day comes, who knows. For now, I'm not going back.”

---

Saturday Night (21st Day Locked)

“Password?” A voice demands through the small opening in the door.

Devon moves forward and responds.

“Helen of Troy.”

The opening shuts and the click clack of locks being switched follows. Devon smiles back at us, pleased with himself that he still had enough connection to get us the updated password for tonight. Never in a million years would I have guessed that, though it is usually a famous historical female.

As the door opens the five of us push through. The first room is flanked by two separate locker rooms for changing and storing phones. We split off into our respective rooms without a word. There is no dress code, anything from full nudity to normal street clothes is allowed. The only requirement is some sort of mask, usually the masquerade type that only covers the top half of your face. We all had ours on well before the front door. That, combined with a strict no phones rule, is how this place preserves anonymity of all patrons. It's the main reason I was actually willing to come last time. This time will be…different.

We emerge back out into the hallway to meet the boys, all now in different outfits. Harrison is mostly dressed in normal clothes while Devon is shirtless with tight shorts. Andrea is wearing a light blue, lacy lingerie one-piece, one that leaves very little to the imagination.

Denise decided to buy something new for the event, something that fits her role well. A black, dominatrix outfit clings to her body, complete with a corset attached to garters. A skimpy black thong attempts to cover her lower half, but also leaves very little to the imagination. The only things remaining from her former outfit are the amethyst key necklace and a stopwatch on her wrist.

I am only wearing one thing, the chastity belt I've been wearing for three weeks. Mere weeks ago, being basically naked in a crowded, public place would send me heading for the hills. Now, it doesn't even faze me. There is nothing in Denise's task that says I need to be naked now, but it's pointless to bother with clothes. Her task is pretty clear on what's about to happen.

Andrea scans the various outfits and breaks the silence.

“Really Harrison? Look how hot us girls look compared to you! I don't know if I can be seen with you.”

Denise and I laugh, while Harrison rolls his eyes. He begrudgingly goes back into the changing room and comes out dressed similarly to Devon.

The bouncer gives us a quick look and then pats the boys down for extra caution. Satisfied, he waves us toward the door before going back to the front.

“Ready sweetie?” Denise softly whispers as we turn. I nod timidly and follow the group into the dungeon club.

“The Whip” hasn't changed much in the years since my only other time here, though I did forget just how big it is. The main bar room has space for several rows of tables and ample standing area beyond. There is even a small dance floor. Off the main room are several hallways, leading to many different smaller rooms. Some are open, for view or participation, while others are for private use only.

Any hope the place would be dead tonight vanishes as I scan the packed-in crowd. Just the site of all these naked and fetish cladded people sets off my already riled up state. The fantasies flood in as I walk past. Unlike most of the fantasies plaguing my mind lately, these ones stand a reasonable chance of occurring, making it all the more impactful. By the time we reach the bar, I am already soaked and barely able to function.

It doesn't take long for Devon to spot someone he knows and run off. Andrea laughs and turns to face the remaining group. I look her almost completely exposed body up and down, imagining tearing that last little bit of cloth off.

“That figures. How about a drink?”

“You guys go ahead. I'm going to see if it's open.” Denise then turns to Harrison. “Want to come? Maybe we check out how many rooms are full while we are at it. This dominatrix costume can serve two purposes tonight.”

Harrison blushes, while making an effort to avoid eye contact with me, and then follows behind her. I watch as they stride away, fantasizing about dominatrix Denise spanking me. Andrea waits until they disappear before turning back to me.

“Think she's doing that on purpose? Rubbing in her control over him?”

I shrug. Andrea orders two drinks and then continues on.

“She's got a little bit of a sadistic side I didn't know about, and I think Harrison loves it, even if he won't admit it out loud.”

“They make a good couple then.”

My reply comes out more snarky than I meant. She turns back to me, with slight surprise.

“You're better off. Trust me.”

I've never told Andrea my feelings towards Harrison, but I suspected she's picked up on it.

“Don't worry, I'm well past it now.” While I believe this to be true, memories of that last facial have been on consistent replay since it happened.

“I bet. Don't worry in a few hours you can finally let that new boy toy of your’s fuck weeks of backed up horniness out of you.”

She laughs and turns to grab our drinks from the bartender.

“If I ever make it out of here!” I say as I glance around at the various mostly naked people around me. “I'm already fantasizing about half the people here. I may just post up and let everyone have a turn.”

Andrea pulls back aghast.

“Well look at you, turning into a little slut right before my eyes. Gotta admit, I feel like a proud mama bear. Maybe I'll even join you in that!”

We both cackle but stop as Devon walks briskly back up to me.

“Soooooo, David is here.”

“David? As in, David from-”

“Yes from the story I told you.”

“Hold on!” Andrea interjects. “Story? What story? I thought I knew all your stories?”

“Later!” He turns back to me. “I'm gonna go…reconnect. So I'm gonna miss your thing. Good luck. I'll see you on the other side.”

He hugs me and then dashes away before either of us can respond. Truthfully, I'm happy he's going to miss what's about to happen. I would be okay if they all missed it.

Before Andrea can pry any info out of me, like I know she wants to, the other two return from their investigation.

“It's open!” Denise announces in a giddy flourish. “Shall we?”

My heart sinks for a moment. I knew this was coming, but now it's real. Andrea grabs my shoulder and pulls me in for a hug before the situation overwhelms me.

“You've got this. I'll even help out.”

She releases me and grabs her drink.

“Harrison! I think we should leave these two to their task. Come on! Let's see what's changed in this place.”

Harrison opens his mouth to protest but appears to withdraw as Andrea glares at him. Denise doesn't seem to care, her focus is completely my way.

Andrea winks at me and grabs Harrison as they walk away. I owe her for that one.

“Okay then!” Denise holds out her hand. “Let's go!”

I look down at her hand and take a deep breath. This is it. With whatever courage I can summon, I throw back my drink and let her lead me away.

I feel everyone's eyes upon me as we meander through. I'm sure it's nothing new here, a woman in a dominatrix costume pulling a naked woman in chastity. There are much more taboo dynamics on display here. Still, with what's about to happen, I can't help but linger on every set of eyes my way.

We turn into the second of the open rooms down the hallway. I stop and nervously take in the room. It's exactly as I remember it.

Along the walls of the small room are a few full height cabinets, currently locked, and in the middle sits the bench. The same bench I saw Denise strapped to years ago. I close my eyes for a second and picture that text from Denise.

One hour on the bench.

That was all it said but the message was clear. I knew exactly what she wanted.

The bench looked more like a picnic table, but padded. The front part had two spots for my knees, which would also conveniently keep me spread open. I would then bend over and rest my torso on the higher middle part while my arms rest along the two lower spots toward the back. Restraint straps attached to all four lower spots would keep me locked in. For a full hour, I would be completely helpless, tied up, and spread open for anyone and everyone.

As I continue to stare down at the bench, almost shaking in anxiety, Denise waves over to an attendant. The attendant quickly walks over to unlock the cabinet while explaining the rules. Every item in the cabinet has been scrubbed clean. Once taken out, it can't be put back in, but instead needs to be taken to the return window to be cleaned again. Last time here I examined all the toys in these cabinets, and was pleasantly surprised at how clean and well kept everything is. From the looks of it, that remains true.

After we both agree to the instructions, the attendant flings open the doors, revealing the litany of vibrators, whips, crops, masks, and so much more inside. Denise lights up, like a kid in a candy shop, and then turns to me.

“Ready?”

I don't bother responding, but instead take a deep breath and slowly move toward the bench. As I climb on I feel the restraints begin to tighten on each limb, first the legs and then the arms. She finishes and stands above me, admiring her work. Though uncomfortable, I manage to crank my neck up to see my dominatrix one last time.

She reaches into the cup of her corset and pulls out the small key from my surrender box. I strain my head further but can't follow her as she disappears out of sight. I feel her tug at the belt for a second and then suddenly it falls free, leaving me completely naked in public with my three week teased pussy on display.

Denise then grabs a black cloth out of the cabinet and heads back to me. A moment later and all I can see is darkness.

“Do you remember the safeword?” She whispers down.

I nod.

“The moment you feel uncomfortable, let me know. I'm not going to leave your side at all. No one comes up unless I say so.”

“Thanks.”

“Time for your grand finale. Enjoy it, my depraved slut.”

I let a whimper slip as she walks away.

“Okay! She's open for business! Here are the rules. Edging only, she doesn't get to cum. If I say stop, you stop. Toys or fingers with gloves only. Pussy only.”

She sounds like a carnival worker hyping up a game. Three weeks ago I never would have imagined her like this.

“You first.”

I feel the slight reverberations of footsteps approaching.

No going back now.

---

It starts with a finger, swirling around my lips and teasing inside of me. The first touch I've felt on my pussy in weeks almost sends me over in seconds. Denise expertly reads my body and stops the contact after only a brief moment, letting me come back down before allowing them to continue. This cycle continues over and over, as it will for the next hour.

After the first finger comes a vibrator, then a dildo, a crop, another vibrator, and so on. Every once in a while there is a lull, a brief respite, but it never lasts long enough. Voices of both men and women accompany each new tormentor as well. Some offer praising comments, calling me a good girl and talking about how well I'm doing. Others go the other direction and degrade me, talking about my soaked pussy and calling me a pathetic slut. Occasionally there is a spank or a whip. One person even goes as far as pulling my hair. Despite the uniqueness of each tease, there is one underlying truth.

I'm just a plaything to them right now.

Over and over, they bring me to the edge and then leave me longing. I lose any concept of how much time has passed as my mind melts. Each previous task brought me to a whole new level of desperation than I previously thought possible, but this…this is like shattering the ceiling into a new realm.

As the hour passes my body becomes more and more distraught. The shaking doesn't stop. Every pore on my body profusely sweats. The begging turns to babbling as I lose the ability to form coherent thoughts. My pussy swells and pulses, now with a slight pain from the relentless teasing. The fire inside is scorching, coursing through every inch of me.

A woman, someone with a raspy, dry voice, finishes up her turn as she delivers one final swipe with her fingers. I brace myself for the next person, but instead hear Denise’s voice for the first time in a while.

“You’ve attracted quite a crowd. I wish you could see yourself,” she taunts down to me. The surge of embarrassment I've been staving off overtakes me as I picture the scene.

I’m sure she's not lying. Everyone in the club must have seen me by now. All those eyes watching. How many people have seen me? How many now know about the drooling, quivering slut on the bench, pussy on display for all to play with?

“Tap out any time you want,” Denise whispers down to me. I feel her arm rest on my back as her fingers swipe across my clit and then stop. She's making her final move. “Just say the word and I will let that sweet release finally come. You can be fucked straight silly right here.”

“N-n-no.” Even I’m not convinced by my pathetic response, but in my current state that's all I can muster. My brain has completely failed, I probably couldn't state my name if someone asked. She brushes across my pussy again and I curse out loudly.

“What if it's me? There's a strap on right there. I could do it. I know you want me too.”

Her fingers swirl around my clit and then stop again. I cry out, pushed to the limit. The many weeks of torture have me crumbling. I think back to being spread on bed as Denise filmed, Jonah talking dirty to me as he filmed, him cumming on my face that first time, Denise and Harrison fucking and my ensuing facial, my ass getting fingered, all the porn, all the fantasies playing non stop. I can't do it, I can't hold on any more! I need to be free. I need to cum!

“What about Harrison? Think of how good it would feel to have his cock slide into the slick little pussy of yours right now.” I feel her breath on my ear now, her face practically touching mine, as her fingers pick up the pace. Every muscle strains, my body ready to finally explode.

“Ahhh!” I yell in frustration. I can't think of a response but one small coherent thought bleeds through the static that is my mind for a split second. I hold onto it, clinging to it like a lifeline. Harrison isn't the one I want inside me after all this, there's someone else now, someone I can't wait to celebrate my freedom with. I just need to hold on-

“Times up.”

Denise drops the sadistic tone as she withdraws her fingers.

“Task completed.”

I cry out again but this time, it's not in despair.

It's over.

I did it.

---

Denise leads me through the hallway toward the private rooms. My mind is useless at this point, no thoughts or any emotions other than unrelenting horniness. With each step my shaky legs struggle as my body twitches. It's a good thing Denise put the belt back on before untying me. If not, I would have immediately grabbed a vibrator and finished the job.

She walks up to a door in the back and pushes through. Inside is a small dungeon room, complete with various bdsm restraint devices scattered across it. In the middle of the room are the other three, clapping as we approach.

“So….?” Andrea asks sheepishly, “How was it?”

I wish I could lie. I wish I could say I hated this experience and never want to do it again. I wish I felt embarrassed or mortified at what just happened to me. That just isn't the case though.

“It was the most intense experience of my life…and I fucking loved it.”

Andrea beams and bear hugs me, almost dropping me to the floor. Devon and Harrison manage to grab us before we collapse. I cackle as she releases the hug and stumbles back.

“Not too mad at me then?” For the first time all day, Denise seems timid and worrisome.

I reach out and hug her.

“No, I'm not. I had a safe word. I wanted it. You know that sadistic nature of yours drives me crazy. I wanted to cave to your offer at the end more than anything.”

She hugs back and whispers into my ear.

“I'm sure you will be returning the favor soon enough anyway.”

As we pull away from each other I look across the group.

“I assume you all participated in that?”

Each of them nervously glances back and forth. I roll my eyes and ease their anxiousness.

“Dont worry, I figured you would. How did I do?”

“Incredible!” Devon shouted. “The hottest thing I've ever seen here. You're a legend now.”

“Seriously Evelyn, that was unreal. I mean fuck, I’m ready to jump on that bench next.” Andrea mockingly fans herself.

“Yeah…it was…insane.” Harrison struggles to find the words but the blushing and tent in his shorts say enough.

“Well!” Denise interjects and looks my way, “I think it's time for the moment you've been waiting for.”

She pulls the necklace over her head and hands the key to me. For a moment I just stare at it, still in disbelief at this whole experience. Now, it's done, leaving me a forever changed person.

“Now go.”

I look up, face contorting in confusion, as Denise brushes the tangled hair away out of my face.

“You know where you want to be right now. We will all Uber home. The box is in the car and you have the final key. Go celebrate your freedom, you've definitely earned it.”

I look toward the others who all nod and smile. They are right. While I could just unlock myself and come back in, that's not what I want.

There's only one person I want to christen my newfound freedom and I can't wait another second.

---

One chapter left!

A wife discovers something is missing part 1

Sarah had loved David since their second date in college when he showed up with a slightly wilted bouquet of grocery store daisies and a nervous smile that made her heart flip. Twelve years later that love still lived in the small quiet rhythms of their life together. The way he always left the porch light on for her night shifts at the hospital. The silly notes he tucked into her lunch bag. The comfortable silence while they folded laundry on Sunday evenings. Their suburban home outside Portland was a cozy sanctuary with soft gray walls, warm oak floors, and the faint scent of lavender from the diffuser she kept in the living room.

Sex with David had always been part of that gentle comfort. He was the only man she had ever been with. Their intimate moments were predictable and tender. Lights dimmed low. Missionary under the covers. His familiar five inch cock sliding easily into her with gentle loving strokes. He would finish with a soft sigh, kiss her forehead, and they would fall asleep tangled together. She told herself it was enough. But lately the ache had deepened into something restless and hungry.

It started with small things she could not ignore anymore. The way her body stayed tense and unsatisfied after he rolled off her. The quiet evenings when she would lie awake, fingers slipping between her thighs while David slept beside her, imagining something rougher, deeper, more consuming. Guilt twisted in her chest but the fantasies only grew sharper. One rainy Thursday night while David was already asleep upstairs with the soft glow of his bedside lamp still on, Sarah sat at the kitchen island in her silk robe, rain pattering against the windows. She downloaded a discreet app for married women seeking no strings intensity. She told herself it was just harmless scrolling.

Then she found TheoK. His profile was minimal but magnetic. A single black and white photo of a powerful male torso in low dramatic lighting. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow sculpted waist. Faint shadows tracing the ridges of abs. And the unmistakable heavy thick outline pressing against gray sweatpants. The caption was simple. Looking for a woman who wants to be utterly ruined. Discretion guaranteed. One night that rewrites everything.

His messages when she finally replied were calm, confident, and deliciously filthy. They made her thighs press together on the barstool as the rain drummed harder outside. By Friday evening she was standing in front of her closet, heart racing, choosing the tight black dress she had not worn since their anniversary three years ago. It hugged her curves. Full breasts, soft hips, the gentle swell of her belly she had always been a little self conscious about. She added subtle makeup, a touch of perfume David had given her last Christmas, and slipped on heels that made her legs look longer. She told David she was meeting an old nursing school friend for drinks. He kissed her cheek and said, “Have fun, love. Text me when you are heading home.”

The hotel bar downtown was sleek and dimly lit, with dark wood paneling, leather booths, and warm amber lighting that made everything feel intimate and slightly dangerous. Soft jazz played low in the background, mixing with the clink of glasses and quiet murmurs. Sarah’s heels clicked across the polished floor as she scanned the room. Then she saw him.

Theo rose from a corner booth like a statue awakening. Six foot four, olive skin that seemed to glow even in the low light, dark curls tousled just enough to look effortlessly perfect, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. His tailored charcoal button down stretched across broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms with prominent veins. When his dark eyes met hers and he smiled, slow, knowing, predatory, her stomach flipped and heat pooled low in her belly.

They ordered drinks. Whiskey neat for him, a crisp white wine for her. But conversation barely lasted ten minutes. His hand found the small of her back as they left the bar, the heat of his palm burning through the thin fabric of her dress. In the mirrored elevator he did not kiss her immediately. He simply stood close, eyes dragging over her body, one finger tracing the neckline of her dress. The air felt thick, charged. When the doors opened on the twentieth floor he guided her down the quiet carpeted hallway with a firm grip on her hip, his thumb stroking small circles that made her breath hitch.

The suite was luxurious. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Portland skyline and the dark ribbon of the Willamette River. Plush king bed with crisp white linens. Soft lighting from a single lamp on the nightstand. The second the heavy door clicked shut behind them, locking out the world, Theo’s demeanor shifted from charming to commanding.

He backed her against the cool wall, one hand cupping her jaw as he finally kissed her. Deep, devouring, his tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that promised everything. Sarah moaned into his mouth, her hands fisting his shirt, noticing the faint scent of his cologne, something woody and masculine that made her head spin. He tasted like whiskey and pure raw hunger.

“You are trembling,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and accented with Greek roots. “Nervous or already soaked for me?”

“Both,” she whispered, cheeks flushing.

He stripped her slowly, savoring every reveal. The black dress pooled at her feet. Her lace bra and panties followed. When she stood completely naked under the soft lamplight he stepped back, eyes tracing her body with open appreciation. Her full breasts with their soft pink nipples already hard. The curve of her hips. The neat trim of her pussy that had only ever known her husband’s gentle touch.

“Beautiful,” he said. “Now get on your knees.”

Sarah dropped to the thick carpet without hesitation, heart hammering. Theo unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the metallic click loud in the quiet room. When he shoved his slacks and boxer briefs down, his cock sprang free. Massive, heavy, and utterly intimidating.

Sarah’s mouth fell open in genuine shock. It was easily nine inches long, thick as her wrist, with prominent veins running along the shaft and a fat flushed head already glistening with a bead of precum. The base was so girthy she instinctively knew both her hands would not meet if she tried to wrap them around it. It looked like it belonged on a marble statue of a Greek god. Perfectly proportioned, powerful, almost unreal. Nothing like David’s familiar modest five inches that had always slid into her so easily.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, eyes wide with amazement. “It is so much bigger. I have only ever slept with my husband. I did not know cocks could be like this. It is beautiful and terrifying.”

Theo smirked, gripping the base and slapping the heavy warm shaft against her cheek with a soft fleshy sound. “Open that pretty married mouth.”

She did. He fed her the thick head first, stretching her lips wide around the swollen crown. The taste, salty, musky, intensely male, flooded her senses. As he pushed deeper, the veined length slid over her tongue and pressed against the back of her throat. Sarah gagged softly, eyes watering, but she did not pull away. She had never been face fucked like this. Never felt her jaw stretched so wide. Never tasted anything but David’s more modest cock. The stretch in her mouth, the way he controlled the pace with a hand in her hair, sent fresh wetness dripping down her thighs.

When he finally pulled out, long strings of her spit connected her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. He lifted her effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, and tossed her onto the center of the king bed. The cool crisp sheets felt luxurious against her heated skin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, voice rough.

Sarah obeyed, knees falling open. Theo knelt between her thighs, rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down her slick swollen folds. She was soaked, wetter than she could ever remember being with David. He pressed forward.

The stretch was immediate, intense, and mind altering.

“Ahhh fuck,” Sarah gasped sharply, her eyes flying wide as the thick head forced her pussy lips apart. Inch by slow deliberate inch he sank into her, her tight walls, accustomed only to her husband’s average size, burning with a delicious overwhelming pressure as they stretched around his massive girth. She felt every ridge, every vein dragging along her inner walls, filling spaces she did not even know existed. When he finally bottomed out, the head of his cock kissed firmly against her cervix and his heavy balls rested warmly against her ass. Her pussy was stretched obscenely around the base of his shaft, the lips puffy and gripping him like a tight pink ring.

“I have never been stretched like this,” she moaned, voice shaking with awe and raw pleasure. “It is so deep. I can feel you all the way in my stomach. You are so much bigger than David. It hurts so good. I did not know it could feel like this.”

Theo groaned in approval and began to thrust, long powerful strokes that made the bed creak and her full breasts bounce with each impact. The wet obscene sounds of her stretched pussy taking him filled the room, mixing with the distant hum of the city outside the windows. He discovered her hidden kinks layer by filthy layer.

He pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand and wrapped the other lightly around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her pulse race. The controlled choke sent sparks through her body and she came hard for the first time in years. A real shattering orgasm that made her toes curl and her vision blur.

He flipped her onto all fours on the edge of the bed, the city lights twinkling through the windows behind them. He smacked her ass hard, sharp stinging slaps that left bright red handprints on her pale skin and sent jolts straight to her clit. She pushed back against him desperately, discovering she loved the burn, the dominance.

Then while still pounding her from behind he pressed a thick finger against her tight virgin asshole. Sarah whimpered at the new forbidden sensation but rocked back into it, amazed at how good the extra fullness felt. He worked a second finger in, stretching her tight ring while his huge cock continued to ruin her pussy. The double penetration pushed her into another squirting orgasm, soaking his thighs and the expensive sheets beneath them.

By the time he flipped her onto her back again, legs hooked over his broad powerful shoulders, Sarah was a wrecked glistening mess. Sweat slick skin, mascara streaked down her cheeks, lips puffy from sucking him, her pussy red and swollen from the relentless stretching thrusts.

Theo’s sculpted body gleamed with sweat under the lamplight, rippling abs flexing with every deep drive, powerful thighs driving him home. His thrusts grew faster, deeper, more urgent.

“I am going to fill you up,” he growled, dark eyes locked on hers. “Gonna flood this married pussy with so much cum you will feel it leaking for days. You want your husband’s wife bred by a stranger’s cock, do not you?”

The filthy words ignited something primal she never knew lived inside her. A breeding kink flared hot and urgent.

“Yes please,” she begged, voice hoarse and desperate. “Cum inside me. Fill me deep. I have only ever had my husband. I want to feel what it is like to be properly creampied.”

Theo roared and slammed home one final brutal time. His massive cock pulsed violently deep inside her stretched channel. Sarah felt the first powerful thick jet of hot cum blast directly against her cervix. Rope after heavy rope, far more volume than David had ever produced in all their years together. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, grinding deep as he pumped load after load into her womb until she swore she could feel her lower belly slightly swell from the sheer amount.

When he finally pulled out with a wet filthy obscene sound, Sarah’s eyes widened in pure stunned amazement.

Her once tight modest pussy, used only to gentle easy entry from her husband, was now a gaping ruined stretched open hole. The swollen lips stayed parted, puffy and deep red, the entrance visibly open and fluttering. A massive flood of thick creamy white cum immediately began to pour out in a heavy steady stream. It gushed from her stretched opening, running in thick rivulets down her ass crack, pooling warmly on the crisp white sheets beneath her. The amount was shocking. Endless viscous loads that just kept flowing, more than she had ever imagined possible.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, voice trembling with disbelief and dark arousal. She reached down with shaky fingers and gently touched the gaping entrance, feeling how open and loose she was now, her inner walls still twitching uselessly without his massive cock holding them stretched wide. At the lightest pressure another thick glob of cum pushed out, coating her fingers and dripping heavily onto the bed. “There is so much cum. It is leaking everywhere. I am completely gaped open. I have never been stretched like this before in my life. Look at it pouring out of me. I can feel it so deep inside, still warm. My husband has never. I did not know a woman could hold this much or leak like this.”

Theo watched with dark satisfied eyes as yet another heavy wave of his seed oozed slowly from her ruined stretched pussy and slid down her inner thigh in a creamy trail. He leaned down, kissed her sweat damp forehead almost tenderly, and murmured against her skin. “That is what a real creampie looks like, beautiful. You took every drop like the perfect little slut you were always meant to be.”

Sarah lay there on the luxurious bed, body still trembling with aftershocks, the Portland skyline twinkling silently outside the windows. Her mind reeled from everything she had just discovered. The intoxicating thrill of being dominated and choked. The sharp pleasure of being spanked until her skin stung. The forbidden excitement of having her ass played with. And now this overwhelming filthy joy of being stretched beyond anything she had known, gaped wide open, and filled to overflowing with a stranger’s massive endless creampie.

She still loved David with all her heart. Tomorrow she would go home, kiss him good morning in their sunlit kitchen, make coffee the way he liked it, and tuck this wild night away as her most guarded secret.

But as she gently pressed two fingers into her leaking gaping pussy and felt another warm rush of Theo’s cum coat her hand and drip onto the sheets, she already knew she would message him again soon.

Because now she understood what it truly meant to be fucked. Stretched to her limits, gaped open, creampied so thoroughly she could still feel it leaking hours later.

And the gentle polite sex she had always known with her husband would never ever feel the same again.

It started with a screen name.

Late one night, having turned the last page on my latest mystery novel, and keenly aware that sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon thanks to my fat bore of a husband, I grabbed my phone and began scrolling through my favorite mystery novel website in search of my next read.

I quickly found a thread about the latest Sherlock Holmes universe book written by Anthony Horowitz. A few quick reads of the comments was enough for me to mentally add it to the list for my next bookstore run, but just when I was about to leave the thread, I saw this screen name: MinnesotaSherlock.

Minnesota. Where I live.

Intrigued, I clicked on the name and began reading all their messages. It didn’t take long for me to realize how smart and funny this person was. One of the comments referred to playing high school football, letting me know MinnesotaSherlock was a man.

After a few minutes, I decided my only chance at even a few hours’ sleep was to go out to the couch. But before I did, I left what I thought was an undeniably witty response on one of MinnesotaSherlock’s comments.

My morning was chaotic, as usual. My delightful daughters, Birdie, who’s eight, and Franny, who’s five, woke up like sunny thunder. Yanking their bedroom doors open and storming down the hall, they quickly found me for morning hugs and squealing giggles.

The girls and I got dressed and did our hair together. There was even enough time for loaded oatmeal and peanut butter toast.

My husband, Kyle, slept right through the morning noise and bustle and enthusiasm.

Kyle has been unemployed since right before Franny was born. Though he’d tell you that he’s “working on an app that makes renting a car easier.”

And right now, you’re saying to yourself, “those apps already exist.”

And you’d be right, but don’t tell Kyle unless you want a byzantine explanation about why his app is going to blow the others away.

Once I’d gotten the girls to school and had been at work, where I’m president of marketing, for an hour, I remembered MinnesotaSherlock. I grabbed my phone and saw his witty response to my witty response.

During the next three days, we exchanged dozens of daily messages, all on the mystery message board. None of the other users, not even frequent commenters, nudged themselves into the conversations. Maybe they knew something we didn’t. Yet.

That night when Kyle was heading to bed, I told him I’d be sleeping on the couch.

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“I was hoping maybe we could ...”

“No chance.”

“It’s been like three months.”

“And your point is?”

“My point is, you’re my wife.”

“Did you shower today?”

“I was busy.”

“With?”

“Working on an investor pitch.”

“I see. I’m not in the mood. I’m tired. I worked all day. I’m going to sleep.”

He chub stomped his way down the hall and slammed the bedroom door.

Thankfully, Kyle slept through the next morning’s noise and laughter, which meant I was able to enjoy another breakfast with my happy princesses.

At work, I found myself increasingly drawn to MinnesotaSherlock’s messages. Though the day was busy with meetings and deadlines and panicked phone calls from our satellite offices, I still found time to exchange a handful of comments with him.

After getting back to my office at 4:30 from a meeting, I had just enough time to check the message board before leaving to pick up the girls at their after school program.

His reply to my latest comment was an email address.

I didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce what it meant.

Sitting behind my desk, I just stared at it for a minute. I knew that emailing him meant one thing: escalation.

I got up, packed my work bag, and headed out the door. After locking it, I stopped, caught my breath and unlocked my phone.

I opened a new email draft, typed the address he’d given me, and wrote: “Hey there, MinnesotaSherlock.” I sent it before I could reconsider what I was setting in motion.

Not my best work, I’ll admit, but I was flustered. 

An hour after sending the email, I’d picked up the girls and two bags of groceries. Once inside, I immediately spotted Kyle on the couch. He was wearing the same gray sweatpants and Marvel superhero t-shirt he’d worn the day before. 

What bothered me most though was seeing the look on my girls’ faces as they stood in the kitchen and looked at their father, sitting on the couch in dirty clothes, and watching an episode of the Price is Right that was at least thirty years old. 

“Why doesn’t he get a job,” Birdie said softly. “You do everything around here.”

I gave her a little hug. “Don’t worry about it kiddo. These are adult problems.”

I met Kyle when we were both sophomores in college. He was funny and exciting and affectionate. I thought his laziness, which I chalked up to normal college guy immaturity, would go away after we got married and he started his career.

I was wrong.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re home,” Kyle said from the couch after we’d already been home for a full five minutes. “What’s for dinner?” 

My blood immediately began to boil. 

“Did you get to that laundry?” I said. 

“No, I was working on my website. I guess the day just got away from me. It was all the girls’ stuff anyway.” 

“They’re your daughters too,” I said. “And they’re little, they can’t do laundry.”

“You’re home now, so you can do it.”

Now my blood was set on power boil.

“Looks like I will be,” I said. “How about those boxes in the basement? Do anything with those?”

“I was going to, but my back is really bothering me.

“Probably from all that manual labor you do,” I said. 

“Maybe I can get to them after we eat. What are we having?” 

Now my blood was boiling over. 

“You know what,” I said, “I think you need some time to do the things you said you were going to do. I’m going to take the girls out for pizza.” 

Kyle tried to sit up from the couch but gave up and fell back into the cushions. “What am I supposed to eat?”

“I don’t really give a shit,” I said. 

Birdie, Franny, and I had a great night. We ate pizza and cheesy bread from our favorite restaurant and then went show shopping. 

When we finally got home, Kyle was asleep on the couch. It didn’t look like he’d moved since we left, let alone gotten up to make himself something to eat. Thankfully, I knew that once he was sleeping the way he was, nothing would roust him until the next morning.

And that meant the bedroom was mine for a change. 

After I’d tucked the girls in, I retreated to the bedroom to get undressed. 

Standing naked in the bathroom, I gave myself a good long look in the mirror. Not bad for 39, I thought to myself. I do yoga a few times a week during my lunch hour, which has helped me keep my five-foot-three frame at the same 125 pounds it’s been since high school. 

My 34Bs are still perky and firm, for the most part. Not a bad little ass, either, if I do say so myself. 

There was some gray mixed into my brunette hair, which I think looks good on me. And I wasn’t at all self-conscious about a few faint stretch marks staring back at me in the mirror, because those marks were a very small price to pay for two wonderful daughters.

I stared into my own brown eyes in the mirror and gave myself a wink. 

After washing my face, I replaced all the bedding with clean sheets, blankets, and pillow cases from the linen closet. The idea of going to sleep without Kyle lingering in my nostrils was absolutely blissful.

But first, I grabbed my phone and checked the notifications. Nine new emails. Eight of them were either boring or junk. 

However, one immediately caught my attention. 

“How’s my favorite mystery girl?” it read before concluding with the name Drew. 

At this point, my internal danger sign should have been flashing bright red, but it wasn’t. 

“Your favorite?” I wrote back before signing it with my name, Nikki. 

We traded email after email for the next two hours. They were about mystery novels and writers. They were about us. They were fun and flirtatious. I couldn’t get enough. 

After I wrote, “Do you look like Sherlock Holmes?” he responded with a photo of himself holding a piece of paper with my name on it. 

He was gorgeous, of course. He was about 45, tall and slender with black hair streaked with gray. His icy blue eyes felt like they were boring right into me, even though they were just an image on a screen.

After staring at Drew’s photo for several minutes, I leaned back on the pillows and took a selfie. I bit my lip, attached the photo to an email that read “Time for bed,” and hit send. 

It took me several minutes to quiet the butterflies in my stomach, but once I did, I had the best night of sleep I’d had in months. 

The next morning, I made myself ignore my phone to check for Drew’s response. I needed to get the girls fed and dropped off at school. 

Kyle, snoring away on the couch, didn’t so much as flinch during the chaotic morning routine, which was always noisy and rushed. 

Once I’d dropped Birdie and Franny off at school, and gotten myself to my office, I finally checked my email. 

Drew’s response was just a phone number. His phone number. 

Another escalation.

I couldn’t let it go that far. Was it safe to give him my number? 

I Googled the number he’d given me and quickly found his address, social media accounts, and professional profile. I felt better after that, because at least I knew he’d been telling me the truth about who and what he was. 

Turning my chair to look out the window, I thought about my kids and my husband. I thought about my life and my career. I had the kids I’d always wanted and the job I’d always wanted, but it would be the understatement of understatements to say I didn’t have the relationship I’d always wanted. 

And those thoughts quickly nudged my mind toward Drew. Witty, sweet, and ambitious Drew. 

“The hell with it,” I muttered to myself.

And then I grabbed my phone and sent Drew this text: “In for a penny, in for a pound.” 

He quickly responded: “I’m all in if you’re all in.”

I responded with a thumbs up and then groaned nearly loudly enough for people outside my office to hear me. 

A thumbs up. Jesus, a thumbs up!

Thankfully, Drew didn’t seem to linger on the sheer stupidity of receiving a thumbs up emoji. 

Between meetings and projects, I was able to exchange several texts throughout the day. At first, they were friendly and warm but not overly flirtatious. 

But when I texted Drew that I was leaving the office for the day, he responded that he wished I was coming home to him. 

“And why’s that?” I wrote. 

“So I could kiss you and then carry you into the bedroom and remove every stitch of your clothing,” Drew wrote. 

“What about dinner?”

“We’d order in,” Drew responded. 

“Deal.”

He then responded with a thumbs up emoji. 

“Very funny.”

“FaceTime date tonight once everyone at your place is asleep?” Drew texted.

“Deal.” 

Now that’s how you end a day, in my opinion, anyway. 

Once I had the girls in the car, I knew I wasn’t going to go straight home to let Kyle ruin what I was feeling. 

“I’m thinking some rides at Mall of America and then Rain Forest Cafe, who’s in?” I said in the direction of the backseat. 

Birdie and Franny exploded immediately. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said. 

After a few rides, I received a text from Kyle asking where we were and if we were bringing food home. 

I ignored it. 

I also ignored the three he sent after that one. 

After an hour of rides and some overpriced nuggets and ice cream sundaes surrounded by animatronic apes and elephants at Rainforest Cafe, we finally made our way home. 

Birdie and Franny were exhausted but happy. 

And wouldn’t you know it, Kyle was sound asleep with part of his fat ass hanging off the couch when we walked through the back door. 

Sometimes it’s the little things that make you feel like a lucky girl. 

It wasn’t much of a challenge to get Birdie and Franny through their baths and then tucked in for the night. 

I locked the bedroom door just in case Kyle woke up and got any ideas. I washed my face and put on a long t-shirt over my black underwear.  

I then texted Drew that I was home and in bed, alone. 

He FaceTimed me almost immediately. 

His smiling face made me smile. 

“Hey there,” he said. “Nice t-shirt.”

I could feel his eyes on me, taking all of me in. “I got all dressed up for you.”

“I like it very much,” he said. “I’d like it even more if that t-shirt was off.”

Before I even really knew what I was doing, I was taking off the t-shirt. 

I heard Drew catch his breath. I saw his eyes open wider. 

It had been a long time since a man had looked at me like that. And really, now that I think about it, I’m not sure a man had ever looked at me like that before.

I was scared to be on display. But I also loved it.

“You look incredible,” Drew said. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was everything I found attractive and he was all the more attractive when I thought about the deadbeat asleep on my couch. 

“What would you do if you were here?”

Drew smiled. “I’d take your nipples in my mouth and suck on them until they were nice and hard in my mouth.” 

I felt a wave flow through my body, as if I was being electrocuted. 

“I’d like that very much.”

“I know you would,” Drew said. “You know, I think you better take those underwear off, too.” 

Again, without so much as a second of hesitation, my underwear were off my body and on the floor. 

“Put your phone between your thighs and show that pretty little thing,” Drew said. 

I did as I was told. 

“Spread it open for me,” he said. 

Holding my phone in my right hand, I took my left index and middle fingers and spread my pussy open for him. 

“I can’t wait to taste it,” Drew said. “Would you like to feel my tongue on it?”

“Yes I would very much … it’s been so long.”

I won’t be much longer, that I can promise,” Drew said. “As for tonight, I’m going to need to watch you play with your clit.”

For the first time since the call began, I could feel my nerves bubbling. 

“I haven’t done that for a long time … a very long time.”

Drew smiled. “Life is good at getting in our way and spoiling our fun, isn’t it?”

“It does … especially when it presents us with idiot husbands.”

“And where might he be?” Drew said.

“Asleep on the couch in the same clothes he’s been wearing for three days.”

“Quite a catch,” Drew said. “Is the door locked?”

“It is. He’s been horny lately, so I lock it to make sure he doesn’t come in and … 

“Molest you,” Drew said. 

“Something like that.” 

“Well, since the door’s locked, I think you better get to work fulfilling my request,” Drew said. 

I reclined back on the bed and put my hand between my thighs. I slowly ran my fingers up my pussy, feeling how we it was. 

Drew had gotten my wetter on a video call than Kyle ever had in real life. 

“Keep going,” Drew said. “Your clit is waiting.”

I put two fingers inside myself, coating them in my wetness, and then moved them to my clit. I applied just the right amount of pressure and began working my eager clit in a circle. 

It didn’t take long to take to have an impact. 

I closed my eyes and sighed greedily. 

“You look incredible,” Drew said. “Keep going.” 

I set the phone down on the bed against a pillow and angled it so Drew could still see me. With both hands now free, I plunged two fingers from my left hand into my depths while continuing to working my clit with my other hand. 

“That’s a good girl,” Drew said. “Such a good girl doing such a good job.”

Hearing Drew call me a good girl brought my pleasure to an even higher level. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had an orgasm but I knew one was coming. 

“I think somebody’s about the cum,” Drew said. 

“I’m really close.”

I could see Drew smiling broadly on my phone. “It’s time to cum.”

It didn’t take much more effort before my body tensed up and greeted my orgasm. The pleasure was incredibly intense so I titled my head back and let out a long moan. 

I didn’t care if Kyle heard. 

Drew watched the whole thing in silence. After a minute, he finally broke the silence. “That was very impressive.” 

“I’m glad you liked it.” 

“I think we better plan on doing this sort of thing in person,” Drew said. “FaceTime is fun but it’s no replacement for the real thing.”

“I could definitely use more of the real thing … or any of the real thing.” 

“Oh that’s coming, don’t you worry,” Drew said. “Tomorrow, I want you to wear a skirt to work, no underwear. And heels.”

“That’s very specific.” 

“It’ll all make sense by tomorrow afternoon, trust me,” Drew said. “Now you should get a good night’s sleep … you’re going to need it.”

“You’re very cryptic.” 

“All shall be revealed, and soon,” Drew said. 

“Color me intrigued, Mr. Drew, and goodnight.”

With that, I washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth, and then quickly fell into one of the best nights of sleep of my life. 

I practically floated out of bed the next morning. I woke up Birdie and Franny and made them scrambled eggs and peanut butter toast. 

While they ate, I went into the bedroom to get dressed. Per Drew’s instructions, I put on a black knee length skirt. And yes, no underwear under the skirt. 

I topped the outfit off with a white lace bra and a powder blue button up blouse. I straightened my hair and put on a bit of makeup.

I took a pair of black heels out of my closet and carried them into the kitchen. 

“Wow mom, you look great,” Birdie said. 

Franny was sitting on her knees, nibbling her last bit of toast. “Yeah, like a princess,” she said.  

Sure, they were what you might call a captive audience, but I’m almost forty, so I’ll take compliments wherever I can get them. 

Kyle wasn’t able to give me his opinion on my outfit because he was still asleep on the couch, seemingly exhausted from his previous day of doing absolutely nothing. 

While I was getting the girls in the car for the drive to school, I took a moment to look at my phone. No message from Drew. 

Hmm.

An hour later, settled in behind my desk, I checked my phone. Still no messages from Drew. 

Concerning. 

Thankfully, I had a morning full of meetings to distract me from checking my phone every two minutes. 

After a team lunch with my graphic designers, I was back behind my desk. And yes, I checked my phone. And no, there weren’t any messages from Drew. 

I told myself that he had a job too, and was probably just busy with the same kind of things I was so often busy with. 

At three, my assistant Katie walked in and said, “Mr. Holmes is here to see you. He said you were expecting him.”

“I don’t remember setting any meetings this afternoon.”

I boosted myself up in my chair so I could see through the doorway and out into the area near Katie’s desk. 

Drew was standing there, staring in at me, with a huge grin on his face. 

“Oh yes, Mr. Holmes from that new printing house that’s trying to get our contract. Send him in Katie.” 

Katie walked out and said, “She’s ready for you, go on in.” 

“Thank you,” Drew said. 

Katie followed behind him and closed the door once he’d entered my office. 

I stood up and walked toward him. “Now this is certainly a surprise.”

My plan was to hug him because I was genuinely delighted he was there. 

But Drew had other ideas. 

He wrapped a hand around my throat and pushed me against the wall. I let a happy little whimper. 

“I decided I needed to see this pussy in person,” Drew said, lifting my skirt up to my waist with his free hand. 

He then cupped my entire pussy with his warm, strong hand. 

“I’ve made a decision,” he said. 

I could feel myself already soaking his hand. “And what’s that?” 

“I’ve decided that this pussy belongs to me now,” he said as he began teasing my clit with two of his fingers. 

I knew that it was unlikely Katie would have a reason to walk into my office while I was in a meeting. But I also knew the door was unlocked and that risk turned me on even more. 

“You can have me whenever you want me.” 

“My good girl,” he growled into my ear, pushing my desire to an even higher level. 

While still tending to my clit, he kissed me and I felt his tongue dart into my mouth where I eagerly greeted it with my own tongue. 

After several seconds of good old fashioned making out, he pulled me off the wall in one smooth motion. Before I even knew what was happening, I was bent over desk. 

Again, you didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to know what was coming next. 

I heard Drew’s zipper come down and I caught my breath. Then I felt the head of his hard cock rubbing up and down my slit, which forced all the breath right out of me. 

“My cock is covered in you,” Drew said.

“Good, I like that.”

The last word was hardly out of my mouth before Drew filled me with one hard thrust. 

Had we been alone, I would have let out a happy scream, but I had the discipline to bite my lip and stay quiet. I could immediately tell Drew’s cock was far bigger — both longer and thicker — than Kyle’s. 

I’d only been with two people before Kyle, and until this moment, I’d never cheated on him. So while my sexual experience was limited, I knew enough to know that I was getting fucked by a truly huge cock.

Drew gripped my hips and pushed me forward on my desk until his cock was barely inside me. And then with one motion he pulled me down the entire length of it, his girth stretching and stretching me. 

God, I wanted to scream my head off. 

I could feel his balls slapping against me as he relentlessly thrust into me. I knew I’d be cumming all over his slick prick in just another minute. 

While still pounding into me, he took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. 

“Whose pussy is this,” he growled into my ear. 

“It’s your pussy.”

He slapped my ass, hard and loud, and I silently hoped Katie hadn’t heard. 

“Do you like my cock?”

“I fucking love it.” 

“When can I fill your tight pussy with my cock?” 

“Whenever you want. I’m yours.” 

He slapped my ass again and the wonderful burning feeling was pushing me to my limits. 

“How badly do you want to cum,” he gently whispered into my ear. 

So badly … so fucking badly.” 

That was all he needed to hear. He gripped my hips firmly and began fucking me as hard as he could. I thought my cervix might collapse as I felt myself practically lifted entirely off my feet with each forward thrust. 

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. 

When Drew took what he wanted from me, I savored that sweet sound a wet, eager pussy makes when it’s full of a huge dick. 

“I want you cum now,” he said. 

I pushed every other thought out of my mind and focused on cumming, and grabbing the orgasm that was just sitting there waiting for me. 

“Wreck me,” I managed to whisper. 

Shockingly, he found another gear, and now I really was entirely off my feet. Drew’s firm grip held me in place on my desk. 

I let myself go and exploded all over his cock … the cock that had taken me some place I’d never been. My body shook and it took every ounce of self control I had to not scream and pound my desk with my fist. 

While enjoying the depths of my orgasm, I heard Drew softly groan and then thrust forward, hard, going deeper than I thought was physically possible. 

Then he came. And came. And came. I didn’t know a man could come so much. 

After he was done, he gently pulled out of me and lifted me off my desk. He pulled me back against him and kissed my neck and my cheek. 

“I need you to clean my cock.” 

He didn’t need to say it twice. I dropped to my knees and took his semi-hard cock in my hand. It was even bigger than I’d imagined. 

I licked up and down a few times before putting the whole thing in my mouth and sucking myself off him. 

Once he was clean, he lifted me to my feet and kissed me again while exploring my ass with his hands. 

“This is a great ass,” he said. “I have some future plans for it. But for now, I better let you go. It’s almost time to pick up those girls.”

I kissed him on his lips, on his chin, all over his face. “You know, I usually hate meetings, but I could get used to this kind of get together.” 

He smiled and pulled my skirt down. “Once you’re free tonight, we’ll do another FaceTime call. I have some more instructions for you and I’ll also need to tell you what to wear tomorrow.” 

“You’re on,” I said. “Whatever you choose, let’s just skip the underwear again.” 

The Woods of Death deterred many travelers from entering it based on its name alone. What kept more still from traversing the woods was the legends that were whispered about it—stories of monsters and ghouls hiding in the shadows, silencing whoever dared enter through, well, death.

Lionel wasn't the sort to be bothered by names or legends. He'd slain many monsters during the time he spent traveling the land. He'd battled orcs, goblins, trolls, and many other types of violent creatures who were out for his blood or gold. And every time, he'd won.

So he wasn't very concerned for his safety as he entered the Woods of Death.

As he walked through gnarled, darkwood trees and past dead bushes with long thorns, he kept a keen eye out for anything that might jump out from the fog and attempt to attack him. He kept a hand on his sword and his wits about.

However, as he drew further into the depths of the woods, Lionel noticed that something strange was starting to happen. The trees were becoming less dark and more leafy. The thorny bushes were starting to disappear, replaced by flowering plants and berry bushes. The previously-prominent fog was fading. And Lionel began to hear the sounds of birds chirping where there had previously been dead, eerie silence.

"What..." Lionel muttered to himself.

But he kept walking. Strolling, really. And as he drew further into the now-beautiful woods, he felt more at ease.

At long last, he walked through a gap in the trees and stumbled upon a pleasant clearing, dotted with wildflowers and dappled with sunlight. In the center of the clearing, to Lionel's further surprise, sat a cute little cottage. It looked so innocent—so idyllic—that his unease from earlier came back.

Slowly, he approached the cottage. He looked up. There was smoke coming from the rustic, slightly crumbling brick chimney.

Someone was inside. Lionel swallowed.

"May the gods strike me down," he uttered quietly. He took a few more steps forward, raised a hand, and knocked a few times on the front door.

The few long moments of silence that followed were agonizing. Lionel's mind rapidly conjured up images of what could be lurking inside the cottage: an ogre, tall and hulking and brandishing a club. Or perhaps a demon, ready to steal his soul. Or, or, perhaps—

The door swung open.

Lionel had to stop his jaw from dropping to the ground. The person—the young woman—standing in front of him wasn't an ogre, nor a demon, nor a monster. She looked ordinary. Except, not quite; she was beautiful. And rather well-endowed.

"Oh," said the woman. "Hello."

Lionel forced his mouth to work. "Greetings," he returned. "I...I did not expect a fair maiden such as yourself to be living in the depths of the Woods of Death."

The woman raised her eyebrows. "You are not the first traveler to tell me that." She smiled. "But your words are flattering, nonetheless."

She bowed her head slightly before looking back up at Lionel. "My name is Myette," she said.

"Lionel."

He kissed her hand. Her smile widened.

"Won't you come in?" Myette invited. "It has been so long since I've had..." She paused. "...Pleasant company."

"I can only imagine what it must be like to live out here," Lionel said. He walked past the young woman and entered the cottage. Its interior was rustic, but charming, with bundles of dried flowers hung from the ceiling here and there and wooden furniture. There were floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and a brick fireplace in the corner. On top of the fire sat an empty black cauldron.

Lionel glanced around, then looked back at Myette. She'd shut the door behind them, and was looking at Lionel with an expression that was difficult to read.

Feeling slightly awkward, Lionel cleared his throat. "The cauldron...Er...Are you a caster of spells, of some kind?"

Myette nodded. "Yes," she confirmed. "I am a witch. It's part of the reason why I live in these woods. The magical energy here is unlike anything else."

"I see."

"The frightening section of the woods exists to ward travelers off," Myette explained, softly. "And the legends exist for that same reason. It would be...detrimental, if lots of people came trampling through this delicate place."

"I understand."

The witch moved closer to Lionel. He didn't move.

"Like I said," she continued, at the same quiet level. "It's been so long since someone has come by."

"Just to visit?" Lionel asked, stupidly. "In a friendly sense?"

Myette smiled.

"I have been longing for company," she said. "So much."

Lionel's brain was slow to react as Myette took a few steps forward, closing the gap between them, pressing her body against his and getting up on the tips of her toes to kiss him. But when he registered her soft lips against his, he kissed back, his eyes shutting.

She only drew back for a brief moment, her eyes examining his face as if cataloguing his appearance, before she leaned back in. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and his hands found her waist.

Their kisses grew deeper. More passionate. Her fingers carded through his hair. His hands snaked around her waist and gripped her ass.

After Lionel squeezed her hard, Myette let out a small gasp, breaking the kiss.

Wordlessly, the witch took his hand and guided him to the armchair that was by the fireplace. He sat down, and she climbed on top of him, straddled his lap, and started grinding down on him. Lionel let out a quiet groan, letting his head fall back onto the back of the armchair.

"It's been so long," breathed Myette, continuing to grind her ass on his lap, "You have no idea, traveler, how much I desire cock inside me."

"I can give it to you," Lionel said, reaching up to squeeze her breasts, "I'll fill you up, if you let me."

Myette let out a short giggle. The circling motions of her hips were driving Lionel half-mad. He was rock hard inside his trousers by now. "If I let you," she echoed. "Yes, I most definitely will."

It took some fumbling, but Lionel managed to remove his breeches, taking his cock in hand. Myette pulled up her dress above her waist, revealing that she was completely bare underneath—she hadn't been wearing any underwear.

At Lionel's obvious reaction to that, Myette giggled again.

"There is no reason for me to wear undergarments," she said. "As you can see, it's most convenient."

"Yes," Lionel agreed. "Yes, it is." He wrapped his hand around the base of his throbbing member, helping Myette position it as she hovered above his cock for a moment, brushing the tip against her dripping entrance.

She was tight and felt perfect around his dick as she sank down on him, letting out a ragged moan of ecstasy once he was fully sheathed inside her cunt.

"Yes," she panted, "Yes, yes! Yes!"

Myette began bouncing up and down on Lionel's cock, the sound of his balls slapping against her skin echoing through the cottage. Lionel attempted to fuck up into her tight heat, but she set her hands on his chest, holding him down while she rode him like a seasoned knight on her steed, her tits bouncing up and down.

"Let me use you, traveler," the witch exclaimed, "Gods, you feel perfect inside me...!"

Lionel knew he wasn't going to last long. Not with her on top of him like this—not with the noises she was making, her moans growing in pitch and volume. It seemed she wasn't going to last much longer, either. Her claim that it had been a while seemed to be completely true.

"I'm going to—" Lionel had to hold back a groan. "Soon, I'll—"

"Yes," interrupted Myette. "Spill your seed! Finish deep inside me, and don't waste a single drop!"

That was it. Lionel let out a grunt, his cock pulsing as he damn near burst, filling the witch's pussy with his cum. She gasped at the sensation, and then let out a single, high, noise—her cunt tightened around him, her thighs twitching as she came shortly after Lionel.

They both breathed heavy for a moment, a new silence settling upon them like a blanket as they floated back down in post-orgasm bliss.

Myette didn't move to get off Lionel. She leaned slightly forward, bracing her arms on the armchair, her breasts pressing against Lionel's face.

"How is your stamina, traveler?" She asked, breathlessly. "Have I drained you yet?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

No monsters in this chapter, but she doesn't go without. There's a steamy human scene where she's thoroughly taken care of, and I had a lot of fun writing it out here. This chapter is the throughline between her last job and her next one. The creatures aren't done with her yet...

Part 1
Part 2

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It’s a shared experience travelers have, that the journey back home after a job feels like it’s considerably shorter than the road to get there. Something about retracing the same twists and turns that had felt new only hours ago. Closing a chapter, regardless of how it went.

This walk back to town felt like it took ages.

I usually kept a mental log about the contract that had just been completed. What had gone wrong, what had gone right, what could have been handled better on the guild’s part, all forming a report to give to the guild when all was said and done. Yet my mind was not in that state. I kept thinking back to what my body felt in those tentacles’ clutches. How utterly full I was. How gods-damned good it all felt.

My body was hot. I could feel it from my pussy, up to my stomach, spreading all across my skin. I was sure my cheeks were flushed. I still wasn’t sure if it was from the cum still stuck in my womb, some kind of alchemical or even magical property it carried, or if I was deluding myself and hiding that I was just turned on from the experience.

No report would be given tonight.

The alchemist’s shop was still lit - of course it was. I only met him the one time, but I knew he was the kind of man who was driven by something deeper than simple ambition. He was deeply invested in this job I was on, deeply curious, likely keeping himself busy in his crowded shop.

I opened the door and it jingled with the dozens of small bells lining it. I forgot how strong it smelled in here, of herbs and smokes and something more sharp under all of it that I couldn’t pinpoint. Shelves lined the walls full of bottles and jars, some labeled, most of them not. This wasn’t the kind of shop that displayed merchandise, it displayed expertise.

The alchemist was at his workbench, working on what seemed like three different things at once, all of them abandoned when I stepped inside. He looked up at me as I closed the door.

“You have it?” he asked.

I took the vial out of my pack, still sealed, the white cloudy liquid swirling inside.

“It’s intact?” he followed up. “The fluid is-”

“It’s intact. Sealed within seconds of collection.” I stepped towards him, and he stood up at the same time, meeting me at the counter.

“Let me see, let me see,” he said eagerly. I handed it to him and he held it up to the light in his shop, rotating it slowly. He made a small sound, something between a gasp and a sigh, his shoulders easing off their earlier tension.

“Consistency is excellent,” he said, mostly to himself. “No clouding, no separation, viscosity is- yes, this is very good.”

I tried not to wonder about the viscosity of the… sample, inside me. My stomach was warm.

“I followed your instructions. Now, about payment…”

“Yes yes,” he turned and put the vial on a small shelf behind his counter. “One hundred gold, as we agreed.”

“And…” I sighed. “I need a potion.”

He cocked his head. Then he leaned down, fishing out something from a drawer in his counter. A notebook. He thumbed through the pages until he stopped at a specific place, pushing up his glasses and producing a pen.

“Something happened?” he asked.

I looked at him, almost glaring. I opened my mouth, words failing me. Then I said, “I had to… engage with it. Directly.”

His eyebrows raised, just for a second. “I see, I see. Makes sense…” He began writing in his notebook furiously. My cheeks flushed, I was not ready to have my experiences documented, even vaguely. “Wasn’t aware it was capable of…” He turned the page and kept writing. “Do you feel any-?”

“I just need a contraceptive potion,” I cut him off, a little too loudly. I was not about to go into specifics.

“Very well.” He turned and rummaged through his shelves, easily finding a small vial full of a clear liquid with a pink hue to it. He slid it over to me, along with a pouch of gold. “The potion, and the payment.”

I took the vial and uncorked it, closing my eyes and downing it in one go. It didn’t taste bad, didn’t taste like anything really. I knew that these potions started working quickly, and that time was of the essence. Then I picked up the pouch, counting the gold, coming up to…

“This is seventy five gold.”

“Indeed.”

“We agreed on one hundred.”

He tapped his fingers together, giving me a look that I didn’t entirely like. “I charge my customers fifty gold for these potions. Yours was given to you at cost.”

I looked at the now empty vial, then back to the pouch of gold, then back to him. I slid the glass back over to him and took a breath, nodding. It was his lack of information that got me into this mess, but the point wasn’t worth arguing. Seventy five gold was still seventy five gold, and that would have to be enough.

“The specimen really is exceptional,” he said as I was packing away the pouch.

“Well, don’t waste it. Good luck with your research,” I replied flatly, giving him a wave as I walked out of the shop.

***

The potion worked fast. I could feel it spreading through my body, carrying a warmth that should have eased my nerves. But as I walked, I could also feel that lingering heat rise beneath it, making me squirm. I stopped, inhaled, closed my eyes, trying to will my cheeks to stop flushing and to calm my body down. My chest was tight. I ached between my legs. I needed to stop thinking about what happened, to stop imagining myself back in that creature-cave, all suspended, all…

I needed a drink.

Cole ran a pub on the same block as the guild, on the corner a few properties down. It was about a fifteen minute walk from the alchemist’s shop. I focused on my steps, hand in my bag, holding onto that pouch of gold.

It was late enough that the pub had a few customers left scattered around. Some in low conversation, others just finishing a meal and a drink after their last job. No one I needed to wave to or acknowledge. Cole was behind the bar. As always. He looked up the second I walked in, his eyes finding mine, his mouth pulling into a sly smile.

“Kaira!” he said, tossing down his towel. “You look like you’ve had a day.”

I’m Kaira, by the way.

He was already pouring me a beer, a particular brew from the North that he knew I liked.

“You could say that,” I said, sliding into the stool in front of him.

“Good day or bad day?” he asked, setting the glass in front of me.

“Long day.”

“Ahh, those are my favorite kind. People talk about long days.”

I took a drink of my beer, closing my eyes. “I’m not talking about this one.”

“You already are.” He grinned at me. “You’ve always got things to say, Kaira, you just make me work for them sometimes. Unlike some people.” He glanced past me towards two contractors, just finishing their drinks, lowering his voice and leaning in. “Daven over there spent two hours telling me about his mother’s property dispute. If I have to hear another word about which neighbor said this or which councilman ordered that…”

“Sounds like you’re earning your tips.”

“I always earn my tips.” He said it with easy confidence, leaning back away from me with a smile.

He left me to my drink, grabbing empty glasses around the bar, making his rounds to the tables in the rest of the pub. He stopped at a table near the window where two women were finishing their drinks, said something I couldn't hear, and got a laugh out of both of them. It’s just who he is. On some nights whoever caught his eye would still be here after close with him.

I watched him move without meaning to. He was efficient. There was a rumor that he used to be a contractor, and a good one at that. He’d never confirmed it, but I didn’t need him to. It showed in his shoulders, in the way he carried things one-handed like they weighed nothing. The way he moved around people instead of through them, like he already knew how much force it would take to put someone somewhere else and chose not to use it.

I took a breath, pushing down that heat again, drinking up the rest of my beer.

Cole was already back, pushing a second glass of it towards me before I even asked.

“Come on, I can’t look that bad,” I said, pushing the empty glass towards him.

"You couldn't look bad if you tried." He picked up the empty glass. "The drink's just a bonus." 

“That sounded smoother in your head.”

“Maybe,” he said. “Still works.”

“Does it?”

“You’re still here,” he said, tapping the side of the glass.

I picked it up. “You’re still going to charge me for this one, aren’t you.”

“Miss ‘I just got paid today’? Absolutely.” He leaned on the bar. “Least you can do is give me something interesting for it. A story, a detail, anything.”

I took a drink, smirking at him after putting it back down. “Maybe I’m a private person.”

“You try to be.” He tilted his head, his eyes looking at me with an intensity that made me want to look away. “Your face doesn’t agree though. It gives too much away.”

“And what’s my face saying tonight?”

“Well, you’ve got a few faces that I’ve seen so far walking in here. There’s the ‘boring job’ face - very flat, like you’re insulted by the rate. There’s the ‘huge success’ face, which is all bright and cocky like you’re the best there ever was. Then there’s the ‘something went wrong but I fixed it’ face, which is similar to the ‘boring job’ face but with a little more jaw…”

“Cole-”

“And then there’s tonight’s face, which is new.” He straightened back up, still with that stupid grin on his face. “Like a mix of all three. I like it. Captivating.”

I looked down at my drink, feeling my face flush. I was used to Cole’s antics, but tonight they were hitting me differently.

“Captivating.” I repeated, mostly to my beer.

“That’s what I said.”

I looked back up at him. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t dialed it back the way he usually did at this point. He was just watching me after landing his line, letting it sit there between us. Cole was never in a hurry, it was one of his more… dangerous qualities.

“You say that to everyone,” I said, but it came out weaker than I wanted.

“I say a lot of things to everyone.” The grin softened slightly. “Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

I held his gaze for a moment longer than I needed to. Then I picked up my drink. “Go do your job, Cole.”

“I already am.” But he pushed off the bar, easy, and went to check on the last table still in the pub.

I sat with my second drink, nursing it more than drinking it at this point. The pub had gone quiet enough that I could hear the fire settling. I turned the glass in my hands.

Cole was charming to everyone, indiscriminately, as a matter of professional practice and personal character. I knew that, but it was still working on me tonight. The potion had done what it was supposed to do, and I was rationalizing that the lingering heat, the way my eyes followed him, the way I was stopping myself from squirming, was all just residual.

Eventually the last table paid up and filtered out. This was the part where I should finish my beer, pay my tab, and go home. I did finish my beer, and I did place five silver on the bartop. But then I kept sitting there.

He came back behind the bar, reached past me and took my empty glass and the coins. “You usually don’t stay this long,” he said. “Not without company.”

I looked up at him. I sighed. “Who says I don’t have company?”

He looked at me for a moment, something in his expression shifting. For once, he didn’t have anything to say back. My hand found his forearm before I'd decided to put it there. Just my fingers, just a moment, on the inside of his wrist where his sleeve was still rolled back. He looked down at my hand, then back to my face. I kept my gaze on him.

“I’m about to close up,” he said quietly.

I took my hand back, gently, scooting off of the stool. “I’ll put up the chairs.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know.” I picked up the nearest stool and set it up on the table. “But you’ll close up faster this way.”

We closed up the bar without saying much else. When the last lamp was turned off, he headed for the stairs behind the bar. I followed him up.

Cole shut the door to his room, and I grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands, shoving him back against the wall. He exhaled, short and surprised, his hands settling on my hips while I leaned in and kissed him. I yanked his shirt up, and he helped me get it over his head, then he did the same with mine. Boots, shorts, pants, and belts all hit the floor in a hurried pile.

I wrapped my hands around his cock, already hard and ready, stroking him once. He gave a satisfied grunt, and I pushed him back towards his bed, his legs hitting it as he sat down. I climbed on top of him and straddled his legs.

"There's no rush, we've got all night," he offered, but I shut him up with a kiss, lining up his cock and sinking down on it. I moaned into his mouth as I took him completely inside my pussy, clenching on him, feeling instant relief as he filled me up. I planted my hands on his chest and started riding him, my hips rolling deeply into his, and I felt his hands slide up my thighs and hold my hips.

I buried my face into his shoulder, closing my eyes and just feeling him. Bounce, bounce, bounce, each roll of my hips pressing his cock close to my cervix, scratching that itch in my pussy I'd had all night. "Mmh, mmh, mmh," I moaned into his neck, and he just held me on his lap while I took what I needed, hands holding my hips firmly, my tits sliding on his chest, his cock throbbing inside me. He had the sense to not offer any commentary.

I rolled my hips harder, bounced faster, grinding down so his cock rubbed exactly where I needed it. "Ah, fuck..." my voice came out as a squeal. The heat that had been simmering in my belly since that walk back from the forest started to uncoil. I clenched my thighs and ground my clit into his hips, my fingers curling in and likely scratching his skin as that first orgasm hit me sharp and fast. "Gods..." I moaned roughly while my body shook around him.

I was still catching my breath when Cole slid his hands under my ass and gently lifted me off of his cock. He moved me up the bed, tossing me on my back and spreading my legs. "My turn," he said, lowly, his hand grabbing my tit as his head dropped between my thighs. I felt him pull my hips towards him and settle his mouth on my pussy.

His tongue moved over my slit confidently, pressing the full length of it to my lips before making long, pressing drags over them. I gasped as the tip of his tongue found my clit, flicking over it while he started a low hum, sending deep vibrations that spread through my pussy. One hand stayed on my hip, the other found my tit again, and my hand was already in his hair. I rolled my hips on his face while he licked me faster, deeper.

I didn't care what mix of juices he was tasting, he seemed eager to taste me exactly as I was. "Gods, you're- ah!" I couldn't get words out without gasping and moaning as he ate me expertly, clearly practiced at this. I closed my eyes and arched my back as his tongue pushed past my folds, dipping inside me, and I ground my hips into him. I felt my second orgasm rise just as fast as the first, and I clutched my other nipple as I whimpered and shook through it.

He was still lapping at me while I was panting and trembling from it. My pussy ached, still needy even after two orgasms. I pushed weakly at his shoulders, and he looked up. "Fuck me," I breathed. "Please."

He got up, smiling at me, pressing his cock to my pussy and rubbing over it. "Say that again," he growled to me, hungrily.

I bit my lip and played along. "Fuck me, Cole." I rolled my hips under him, sliding my pussy on his cock, soaking and squelching on him. "I need it, please..."

His hand found my thigh, holding it open as he pressed his cock right at my pussy, sliding back inside me in one smooth thrust. He filled me completely, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I wrapped my legs around his waist out of sheer need, locking my ankles behind his back. My body needed to feel his cock as deep as a human could reach.

He braced himself up on his forearms and started thrusting into me in strong, controlled strokes. His hand found my tit again, playing with my nipple and twisting it between his thumb and his knuckle. "Yeah, there... don't stop..." I moaned.

"Wasn't planning to," he muttered, his mouth open with his own small grunts, still pulled to a small smile as he fucked into me. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I felt my pussy tighten around him as his cock sent sparks through me with every deep plunge to my cervix. His cock felt like a correction. Simple, human, reminding my pussy what a man felt like after reeling from the tentacles.

My orgasm had been building, slower, ever since his cock sunk into me again. It was coiling deep in my belly, heavier, every press of his cock to my core bringing it closer, and closer. "Mmh... ah... ah..." I moaned deeply with each plunge, my eyes looking into his, and I could feel him getting close too, his rhythm starting to falter slightly as his cock twitched. I realized right then how badly I needed it.

"Cum inside me..." I whimpered, biting my lip after I said it. The potion was already working, I knew it'd be a safe night at this point. My pussy clenched, and his cock throbbed. He groaned, holding me tighter, leaning into my body more and pressing his chest against mine. My legs pulled him in tighter.

"You got it," he groaned as he wrapped his arms under me, one hand on my ass, the other holding the back of my head. His hips drove into me hard, and I moaned loudly, not caring who was hearing me in the inn rooms below us. Finally I felt him throb, his voice growling in my ear, his cock pulsing as his hot cum poured into my pussy. I came with him, hard, my back arching off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as my walls clenched around him, pulsing over and over, milking his cock. Pleasure rolled through me in waves, finally burning out the last stubborn traces of the alien heat that the tentacles had left behind.

He stayed there for a moment, the twitches of his cock relaxing inside me. He slid his arms out from under me, raising his head up to look at me one more time before he pulled out of me, slowly. I lay there for a few seconds, chest rising and falling, closing my eyes, my body finally, genuinely quiet. All that restlessness, gone. Getting a drink was a good idea.

I got up and started gathering my clothes. Cole rolled onto his side, watching me. He looked relaxed, but then he always looked relaxed.

"Feel better?" he asked as I pulled my shirt back on.

"Yeah," I said, getting my shorts next. "Thanks. Really."

He smiled at me, unguarded this time, without the usual performance behind it. "Happy to help."

I finished lacing my boots, giving him one last small nod, and slipped out the door. I headed down the stairs, past the inn rooms, past the empty bar, and out into the cooler night air. My steps felt steadier now as I walked home, gold in my pack, and my health and dignity intact.

I've never failed to complete a contract.

It was one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life, so naturally I remember it like it was yesterday...

Maria was a woman I saw casually for a few months. I was only 22 at the time, and she had just turned 40. I suppose you could say that Maria was the one who opened to my eyes to what sex *could* be. Before her my sexual encounters had all been quite vanilla. A kinky session with a girl would have meant she let me cum on her, or she took it in the ass. Don't get me wrong - I enjoyed sex even in its most basic form, but Maria showed me that there were levels beyond my wildest young imaginings.

We were at her place, where we typically met, although this was only maybe the second or third time we'd done so. It was a sunny summer afternoon, and we were fucking.

Maria was on all fours, I was behind her, and I was, well, pounding away. It was pretty much my only move. I'd seen porn, and I knew that what every woman wanted was a relentless hammering action. You bang them as hard as you can for as long as you can, and then you cum. That's what sex is, right?

I was concentrating on not cumming. I'd been getting better at that recently, after learning that if you felt you were getting close, you just thought about something else. Didn't matter what it was, you just found anything that you didn't find sexy, and you focused on that until the feeling passed.

At that time I was thinking about what I was going to have dinner that night, whether I could afford to eat out, or if I'd need to settle for whatever I had in the cupboards at home. It was clearly working well, because when Maria spoke I got a bit of a shock. I was so in my zone, pummeling away on her pussy but trying to think about *not* pummeling away on her pussy, that I think I'd pretty much forgotten she was there.

"Is this fun for you?" she asked, her voice slightly out of breath, but, if I'm being honest, more bored than anything else.

"Yeah," I replied instinctively. "It's great."

"Really?"

She sounded so genuinely surprised by my answer that I slowed down my rhythm, but I didn't stop.

"Yeah?" I said again, only this time it was more of a question than a statement. "Why? Shouldn't I be? Am I doing something wrong?"

There was a pause, and for a horrible few seconds I thought she was going to tell me to stop fucking her, but clearly Maria was just taking her time to find words that wouldn't shatter the confidence of an enthusiastic 22 year old.

"No, Mikey, you aren't doing anything wrong, it's just that... well... is this all you want sex to be?"

I stopped entirely, my dick halfway in and halfway out of her pussy. I didn't know how to answer her. I didn't even really understand her question.

"You want to go on top?" I asked.

She giggled at that. In retrospect I know she wasn't really laughing at me, but at the time the sound of a woman laughing while my penis was inside her did cause that penis to shrink quite a bit.

Maria pulled forward so that my dick fell out of her and rolled onto her back. She really was beautiful. Shoulder-length dark hair framed a pretty elfen face. Her eyes were neither grey nor blue, but somewhere in-between. They were looking at me, kneeling there with my dick bobbing about in the breeze, suddenly feeling very aware of myself.

"What do you want from sex, Mikey? Is it enough for you to get your dick inside a woman, fuck her until you cum and then go home for snacks and beer?"

I got the feeling that telling her that sounded very close to my ideal fuck was probably a bad idea, if I wanted any chance of getting back inside her.

"No," I replied, hesitantly, searching my mind for a good answer. "I want the woman to have an orgasm too."

"Okay. That's a good start, but is it enough? Is it enough that you both have an orgasm? Don't you think that how you *get* to that orgasm is important too?"

I thought I knew what she was driving at now. I hadn't done it much before, but I was absolutely keen and eager to try.

"You want me to go down on you? Is that what you're saying?"

Maria's head falling back onto the bed in exasperation told me that what I'd suggested was not what she was looking for.

"Maria, I don't know what you want me to say," I said, probably more than a little petulantly. "Tell me what it is you want and I'll do it. I'm not a prude. I'm up for anything. You want me to lick you I'll do it. You want me to go on top, or you go on top, or you want it faster or slower, or whatever it is you want just tell me!"

She lifted her head and looked at me again. I could see she was considering something, but I had no idea what it was. Finally, she spoke again.

"Do you want me to blow your mind, Mikey?"

"Yes," I replied instantly.

"And are you willing to listen closely to what I say, and to do *exactly* what I tell you?"

"Yes. Definitely. Of course."

She regarded me for a further few seconds, and then got back into her original position, on all fours. I was weirdly pleased that she wasn't looking at me anymore.

"Okay," she said. "Tell me what you see."

I guessed she didn't want a description of the bedroom, so I focused on the important stuff.

"I can see your butt, and your pussy."

"Good. What do you think of my butt?"

"I think it's.... great?"

"Lick it."

I dutifully leaned forward and licked her ass cheek.

"No. Lick the hole."

Three words, that's all she said, and yet I felt like I'd been punched in brain. You didn't lick assholes! Maybe you fucked them, but you definitely didn't *lick* them.

"Don't worry, Mikey," she said. "I promise you I'm clean. Stick out your tongue, and lick my asshole. Get it really wet, please, because once you lick it, you're going to put your dick in it."

I mean, there's really nothing on earth that'll motivate a guy better than the promise of anal sex. So, I did as Maria instructed, starting off with just the tip of my tongue but quickly finding I liked doing it, and ending up rolling my entire tongue all over her quivering little butthole. As I did it I heard Maria making sounds that I'd never heard any girl make. Ever.

She was gasping and panting and groaning and pressing her ass back hard onto my mouth. And she was speaking too, sexy, encouraging words that went straight to my dick.

"Fuck yes, that's it Mikey. Remember to get it wet for me. Lick my little asshole. That's a good boy."

After maybe two minutes of licking, Maria's asshole was slick and slippery with my saliva, and my cock was straining to be allowed to fuck it.

"Okay," she said eventually. "You can stop now."

I did so immediately, and knelt up with my cock in my hand ready to push it into her now soaking asshole, but Maria had other ideas.

"Not yet, Mikey. Soon, but not yet. First I want you to just watch, okay?"

I wasn't sure what I was meant to watch, but then her hand appeared between her legs and she started to rub her pussy. She wasn't gentle with it. As I watched she pushed three fingers deep inside herself, then pulled them back out, glistening with her juices. She pushed them in again.

"Do you see how my hole stretches, Mikey? Do you see how it starts off small, but it opens up so easily?"

"Yes, I can see."

And I could. I watched as her pussy opened to take her fingers in, and then closed around them as she pulled them back out. I hadn't ever really looked at one so closely before. I was more than a little bit transfixed, and then Maria pulled three fingers out, but put four back in.

"Fuck," I said quietly, but obviously not so quietly she didn't hear me.

"You like that?" she asked.

"It's so fucking hot," I replied truthfully, watching her fuck herself with four fingers, watching as she splayed those fingers and stretched her hole even wide. And the sounds too. I'd never heard a pussy sound so.... silky.

She moved slightly on the bed, the hand that wasn't fucking her pussy was under her pillow, searching for something. A second or two later it emerged holding a little clear plastic bottle. She passed it back to me.

"Lube," she said. "I need you to squirt some on my hand, and some on my pussy, and get a little bit on my asshole too. I can feel that your saliva is dying up."

I took the bottle and popped the lid up. I'd never used lube before. I thought you only needed it if you weren't good enough to get a girl wet on your own. That's what my mates said anyway. But, right there and then, Maria could've told me drink the bottle of lube and I probably would have. Squirting it on her hand and her holes was something I happily did, watching as the clear, thick substance poured over her.

"Why do you need lube?" I asked. "Your pussy looks wet anyway."

"For this," was all she said.

I watched, completely amazed, as she tucked her thumb into her palm, and began to push her whole hand into her pussy. I watched as it opened up, could see how much it was stretched, as she very slowly inched her way inside herself. The knuckles of her hand were the widest part, and by the time she got to them, her hole was gaping wide open, wider than I ever knew a pussy could stretch to, so wide that it looked impossible. And yet, she kept pushing, until her knuckles slipped into her, and the rest of her hand followed quickly until all I could see was her wrist.

"Fucking hell!" I shouted. "Fucking hell, Maria!"

"It feels so good, Mikey," she said, panting, breathing hard, the words coming out singularly rather in a flowing sentence, like it took effort for her to speak. "I love feeling so stretched. Does it look sexy? Do you like it?"

"It's the hottest thing I've ever seen," I answered, truthfully. "It's fucking incredible. You've got your whole hand inside yourself."

"I do," she said. "And now you're going to put your cock in me too, Mikey."

I knew she meant put it in her asshole, purely because there seriously wasn't anymore space in her pussy, but even her asshole somehow looked smaller than it had before. Like her pussy being so stretched meant that her asshole had had to shrink a little.

"You're sure?" I asked.

"I'm sure, but go slowly, okay? And try to get a lot of lube on the tip of your dick. Act as if you're trying to push as much of it as possible into my asshole."

I was nervous as I held the base of my cock and tried to do as she asked, running it up and down her ass, trying to herd the lube into a bigger blob right on her asshole. My dick was utterly, utterly solid.

When there was a much lube there as I could get, I started to push my dick into her. At first her asshole was so tight that I didn't think I'd get it in, but Maria encouraged me to push a little bit harder, and gradually the swollen head of my cock started to dip into her asshole.

I could feel that I was *forcing* it to open up for me.

I could hear Maria breathing in an unnatural, deliberate way. Inhaling with purpose, exhaling with purpose.

"Slowly," she said. "That's it, nice and slowly."

I fought the urge to drive it right deep into her. I concentrated on listening to her words and following her instructions. I tried to ignore how incredibly tight and amazing her asshole felt. I knew even then that this wasn't something I was going to experience very often in my life, and I didn't want it to be over too soon.

"Does it feel good?" Maria asked, scuppering my attempted ignoring.

"I.... I can't," I whispered. "I don't want to cum. Not yet."

"Shhhhhh," she soothed me. "You won't cum. Right now you're doing this for me, not for you. Do you want me to feel good, Mikey?"

"Yes."

"Then you won't cum. You'll just keep pushing it into me. You'll enjoy how it feels, but you won't lose control of yourself, because you want me to enjoy it too. Right?"

"Yes, I want you to enjoy it."

And I did. The way she guided me, the way she took control of my actions, the way she was opening my eyes to the possibilities of what sex could be; I wanted this incredible woman to know how grateful I was for all of that.

Miraculously, as soon as that thought entered my mind, and I accepted that Maria deserved her pleasure before I got mine, I found that I could enjoy the sensations, but at the same time control my urge to ejaculate.

Without even realising it (or maybe she knew exactly what she doing), Maria had taught me how to both give *and* receive pressure simultaneously, while at the same time staying entirely present in the moment.

I pushed into her until my dick was fully embedded in her asshole. Little ripples of sensation passed right down my spine and travelled outwards across my body, like pulses of pure pleasure. I was close to having an out of body experience. It was so sensual, and intimate, and downright *erotic*. This was more than fucking to cum. This was fucking to fuck. It wasn't about the destination - it was about the journey. *Everything* was about the journey.

"Hold it there, Mikey," Maria said. "Hold it right there and tell me if you can feel this."

Suddenly, I felt something hard brush against my dick. I flinched, not expecting it. And then it pressed against my shaft again, pressed into it and ran a few inches along its length.

"Can you feel it?" Maria asked.

"What is it?"

"It's me," she said simply. "It's my hand. My knuckle rubbing against your dick. I'm touching you while you're *inside* me. Isn't that fucking incredible?"

I couldn't even speak. I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. Her knuckle continued moving up and down my shaft, pressing it through whatever membrane it was that separated her pussy from her ass. The tightness of her squeezing asshole, and then that heavenly pressing sensation.

"Tell me how it feels," she said. "I want to know. Please."

"It's the best thing I've ever felt in my life."

It was such a dumb statement, but it was also completely true. Every time her knuckle dragged along my dick it sent those same pulses of pressure and pleasure travelling along my dick and then up out through my entire body. I was feeling dizzy. I wasn't even fucking her. I was just inside her, and she was stroking my dick with the back of her hand, but it felt better than any pussy ever had before.

"How does it feel for you?" I managed to ask, remembering that this was as much about her as it was about me.

"Amazing," she purred. "I feel so wide, so stretched. I feel like another fraction of an inch inside me and I might split in two entirely. I feel like I'm on the verge of being torn in two, walking the line between absolute pleasure and absolute pain. I feel fuller than I have ever felt in my life, and I feel like any second now I'm going to orgasm so hard that I might pass out from the sheer fucking joy of it."

Yeah, Maria was much better with words than I was. There's no denying it.

"I want you to," I said. "I want you to cum right now, right like this. Tell me if there's anything I can do to make it better."

"Very, very gently, I want to start fucking my asshole. So gently. So slowly."

And that's what I did. Very aware of what she'd said about being close to being torn in two, I oh so slowly eased my dick back until just the head of it was still inside her, and then just as slowly pushed it back in.

Maria was making noises that I can only really describe as 'gurgling'. Like she was breathing out while also having a mouth full of saliva. This was accompanied by a soft, high pitched whining, sand then a deep, guttural grunt. Her body began to tremble so quickly it was more like a vibration. And her hand continued to touch my dick inside her body.

"Maria, I'm going to cum," I said, knowing that I couldn't fight it any longer.

She didn't answer. Didn't say a word. Just kept shaking and vibrating and making those strange noises. I knew she was in the middle of an orgasm, but I didn't realise it was one so deep that her body was the only part of her that was still in the room.

I came.

I couldn't fight it any longer.

I waited until my dick was as far up her ass as I could get it, and then I came.

It was strange in lots of ways, that orgasm. Yes, it was more powerful than any I'd had before it. And yes, it seemed to go on and on and on and on for an eternity. But, that wasn't the strangest part. The really weird bit was that in the past, whenever I'd cum in a girl, it had happened when I was driving in and out of her pussy as hard and fast as I could, but there, with Maria, my cock was hardly moving at all.

I learned that day that friction was a nice feeling, and it would definitely get you off, but if you wanted the real quality orgasms, you needed to get right inside someone's head, and let them get equally as deep inside yours.

As I shot into her asshole, I felt Maria pull her hand out of herself, and while I was still cumming she fell forwards onto the bed, my dick popped out of her, and the last of my spurts shot onto her ass and her back.

I fell forwards with her, landing on top of her, lacking the physical awareness to stop my momentum.

And we lay there, just breathing, for a solid five minutes. Finally it was Maria who broke the silence.

"Fuuuuck," she said.

"Fuuuuck," I agreed.

There really wasn't anything else to add.

That was the day my eyes were opened.

It took me ten years to work up to a position at my job that I finally felt like I was making enough money to survive. After a decade working in operations, I moved over to the sales team, specifically outside sales. I missed staying in one spot and working with the guys I worked so long with, but it was kind of fun traveling around to different customers and helping them out.

I can't say too much about what I do, except that my company isn't that big. Big enough that we make millions of dollars a year and able to provide our employees with benefits. But small enough that, even as a worker in operations, I knew the entire upper management team and could go have a conversation with any of them and not feel like I was a bother.

The outside sales team had eight people on it, but only two of them worked in the same area I was brought on to help with. They were both only a few years away from retirement, and needed somebody to potentially take over for them. I had known both of them since I started at the company, so going out on the road with them was easy, with no awkwardness at all.

My main boss was named Amy, who was a vice president in the company. She was on the road daily, keeping up relations with customers and always on the lookout for new ones. And, since we were a middleman who sold specific products from one company to the next, we were always talking to companies that we might want to buy from, to offer their product for sale, something I quickly found out that Amy excelled at. Watching her sell our company to another, trying to convince them to use us to sell their product was magic and I knew that I had a lot to learn from her.

While I spent the first few months working for outside sales out on the road, traveling some days with Amy and other days with the other team member, a guy named Robert, I was still home every night, something that made my wife and four kids happy. When I accepted the job with them, I was warned that a few times a year, I would have to travel outside the state, visiting different plants that made the products we sold, and promoting relations with them.

The first time I had to travel somewhere, I woke up around three in the morning, planning on being at the airport around 4:30. After silencing my alarm, I went to the bathroom, took an incredibly quick shower, and then brushed my teeth. As I brushed, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had recently trimmed my brown hair down a bit, but it was still a little shaggy. My beard was cut close to my face, framing my jaw. After cleaning out my toothbrush, I put in my contacts, blinking my blue eyes a few times to get them into focus. When my deodorant was on, I tossed it, my toothbrush and paste, and contact case and solution into a bag, and put that into a suitcase packed for a couple days of travel.

I was still getting used to a newer dress code, having to change nearly my entire wardrobe with the new position. Gone were the days of wearing basketball shorts or dirty jeans and a ripped shirt or old hoodie. Now it was clean jeans or slacks and polo shirts. I grabbed a quick breakfast to eat on the go before kissing my wife goodbye and getting in my car to drive to the airport.

At the airport, I met Amy after I got through security. She gave me a quick hug, already full of energy, and almost instantly started going over the itinerary for our quick trip.

As she talked, I couldn't help but stare at her. She was in her late fifties or early sixties, and just beautiful. Long black hair, an amazing smile, and a killer petite body that I knew she used to her advantage when she felt the need to. An extra button undone on an already low cut blouse. Slacks or jeans that were too tight. It was fun to watch guys casting glances her way, especially as we got up from our seats in the terminal to grab a snack and drink for the trip.

When we sat back down at the gate, Amy answered her phone and I overheard her say, "Yeah, Ryan's here with me at the gate. Should be boarding soon. Yes, he's pretty prepared for it. I'm excited as well. I'll check in later."

As she hung up, she was shaking her head and I jokingly said, "Vice President of the company and still having to check in with others?"

Amy laughed and said, "It was Robert. He hates me traveling alone, so he's glad you're coming along. We're always checking in with each other."

The plane ride from Utah to Washington only took a couple of hours and we spent the time getting to know each other a little better. It was fun to hear about her experience as a working mom, raising three children, while working sixty hours a week and her husband was always gone, working as a contractor. I made an offhand joke about a lot of lonely nights and she threw me off guard when she said, "I didn't have a whole ton of those, even with him gone."

"The kids do seem to fill those nights, don't they?" I commented back.

"I wasn't talking about kids," Amy responded in a deadpan tone and I honestly couldn't tell if she was joking or not.

When we landed in Washington, the company we were touring that day had a car waiting for us. It drove us over to our hotel, letting us check in and drop off our bags before driving us to the plant, where we were greeted by a few of the main executives of the company.

During our tour, I mainly took a step back, watching as Amy took charge, asking all the right questions, not revealing too much, and really making a good impression on everybody she met. And, just like at the airport, I caught more than one guy doing a double check when she walked past.

After the tour of the plant, we all went to a nearby restaurant for lunch. Amy and I sat next to each other. On more than one occasion, she touched my arm, as she explained more about what I did for the company, my background, and what I would be doing in the future.

Every time she touched my arm, I felt a shiver go up it and the few times we made eye contact with each other, I felt like she held the gaze a little longer than usual. But, I could have been imagining things.

It was just us in the company car on the drive back to the plant after lunch, plus the driver behind a closed window. We were talking about our impressions of the company and people we were meeting with when Amy said, "So, what do you think about Sam, their VP of Sales? Did you see the eyes he was making at me? How bad do you think he wants to fuck me?"

She said it so nonchalantly that it caught me totally off guard and I wasn't sure how to respond, stammering out something about me not noticing.

"Relax," she said with a laugh. "I know how most of these guys see me. I know what they want. I've even given in a few times. Like I said on the plane, I don't have a lot of lonely nights and if it helps the company, even better."

When I didn't respond right away, Amy smiled and said, "But don't worry. He won't be coming back to my room tonight. Hopefully somebody else will be."

I could have sworn she was batting her eyes at me as she talked. Was she always like this? Was I reading too much into it? I had no idea but I did know that I was going to have trouble getting out of the car without somebody seeing something.

For the rest of the afternoon, we were stuck in a conference room, listening to PowerPoint presentations from three different people, explaining more about the company, the product, and what they thought they could offer us.

At one point, Amy stepped out of the conference room to take a phone call and Sam, the executive she thought was checking her out, turned to me and said, "Man, it must be great traveling with her."

"Yes, it is. I'm learning a lot from her," I responded, keeping it professional although the look on his face told me he wasn't.

He laughed a little before asking, "I bet she gets noticed a lot."

I simply shrugged my shoulders, acting like I hadn't thought about it.

As the day wrapped up, Amy and I said our goodbyes to everybody we had been meeting with, promised to stay in touch, and were driven back to our hotel. When we arrived, Amy said, "I'm going up to my room to freshen up before dinner. I'll call an Uber and meet you down here in, let's say, twenty minutes?"

I told her that sounded good to me as we entered the elevator, rode it up to our floor, and walked over to our rooms that were right next to each other. I called my wife and talked to her and the kids for a few more minutes, as I wondered just what Amy was doing to freshen up. When I heard her door open, I told them I loved them, and went to join her, riding in the elevator with her down to the lobby.

I didn't notice any changes right away but did think that maybe her blouse had an extra button undone. She still had her black hair down and was wearing the same blouse and tight slacks. She looked a little shorter, so I wondered if she switched out the heels she had been wearing for a smaller pair.

The first part of dinner was mainly Amy picking my brain about what I thought about our tour and how I thought both companies could benefit and help each other. She listened to everything I had to say, gave me her thoughts without making me feel like an idiot, and seemed to be pretty happy with what I had to say.

Just before our food came, Amy changed the subject, claiming she was tired of work talk. As we talked more about our families and our hobbies, I noticed a definite change, as she leaned forward more, her hand reaching out to touch mine, and her knees bumping and resting against mine under the table.

Halfway through dinner, as I said something about my wife, Amy asked, "So, any worries from your wife about your traveling alone? I'm guessing that after almost fifteen years of marriage, she probably trusts you completely?"

I laughed a little and said, "Yes, she does. She knows I'd much rather be in my hotel room, probably playing a game or watching a movie, than I would be out chasing somebody."

"What if you didn't have to go out chasing?" Amy asked, catching me off guard. I took a big gulp of air, as I saw the serious look on her face and was unsure how to respond. Amy smiled as she caught a passing waiter's eye and said, "Can I get the check, please?"

Our drive back to the hotel was quiet, but I noticed Amy sitting a little closer, her legs a little more open than before. We thanked the driver as we were dropped off and I saw him looking at Amy's ass as she started to walk away and part of me wondered if I was about to see more of it. And I wouldn't complain or be upset if the answer was yes.

Inside the lobby, before pressing the button for the elevator, Amy turned to face me and said, "Ryan...whatever happens tonight stays here."

When I didn't respond, instead just staring into her eyes, as she took a step towards me and placed her hand on my arm, she said, "If you're thinking of coming into my room, don't overthink it. Just enjoy it."

The elevator ride was quiet, although my mind was racing. What would happen if I followed her? What if I didn't? Was this a one-time only thing? Or would she expect it whenever we traveled together? What if it was a test? Would word spread? And then, as I was still trying to make up my mind, I glanced down at her and saw a brief glimpse of what looked like a lacy black bra. And I knew I wanted to see more.

In her room, I was still a little nervous. Unsure what to do. Amy had a smile on her face as she set her phone down and walked up to me. "Relax," she whispered as she slowly wrapped her arms around me, stepped up onto her tiptoes, and kissed me.

Her lips were softer than I expected, but there was nothing uncertain about her intentions or what she wanted. She didn't rush it, didn't need to. Every movement was deliberate and controlled, just gentle and patient, like we'd kissed a hundred times and we knew just what we were doing and what the other wanted.

I placed my hands on her hips and was surprised at how small and delicate she felt. Not fragile in any way, but like a treasure I wanted to take care of. As we continued to kiss, Amy unwrapped her arms from my neck and moved them down to my waist. She pulled me closer to her and I could feel the warmth coming from her body, plus a faint hint of perfume I hadn't smelled before.

I felt Amy move, her foot taking a step towards the bed. I hesitated and Amy slowly ended the kiss, and looked into my eyes. I saw a different look in them than I had seen before. I immediately leaned back into her and kissed her lips. As the kiss deepened, neither one of us wanting to end it, Amy's hands moved around to my groin, and started to undo the belt holding up my slacks.

We started to move together, heading towards the bed. Her hands continued to work towards getting my pants off, pushing them down towards my knees where I helped to kick them off. I knew that my cock was hard and pushing against my boxers, and moaned into her mouth when her hand briefly brushed against it.

I moved my hands up and started to undo the belt around her slacks. As I pulled it out of the belt loops, Amy finally rested her hand on my cock, through my boxers, but didn't move it. I hooked my fingers into her slacks, feeling how tight they were, and started to move them down her body. I pulled my lips away from hers, my forehead resting against her forehead, as I looked down, watching as she let go of my cock and helped pull her slacks off.

We finally reached the bed, still kissing, nearly bumping into a few objects along the way, and I felt Amy gently pushing me to sit down. She immediately climbed onto my lap, straddling my legs with hers, and giving me a brief view of her black panties before we resumed kissing.

My breath caught as we kissed and I tried to convince myself that this was really happening. I had Amy, one of the vice presidents of the company I worked for, half naked on my lap, and rubbing her groin against my hard cock. I moved my hands around to her butt and grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them as she rolled her hips and pressed down on my groin, causing Amy to lightly moan into my mouth.

Amy briefly ended the kiss as she pulled my shirt off and ran her hands down my chest, her fingers going through the hair on it. When she reached our groins, she grabbed onto my arms and brought them around to her front. "I want these somewhere else," she said before resuming the kiss.

She lifted my hands up to her chest and placed them on her breasts. The fabric of her blouse was soft under my hands and I could just feel the outline of her bra, as well as the warmth coming from her body. The shape of her breasts pressed into my hands as I lightly squeezed them.

She was softer than I expected, full but with a natural weight to her that shifted slightly as my hands settled. Not firm in the way that I'd be used to, but something else...warmer, more real.

I moved my hands over as I squeezed a few more times, letting my fingertips rub through her blouse, going right above where her bra rested. When I reached the center of her breasts, where she already had the top few buttons undone, she ended the kiss, but continued to move her groin. I looked down and watched as I used my fingers to undo the rest of the buttons.

As her fabric shifted, revealing more of her chest and black lace bra, my movements slowed, without me really thinking about it. The black lace framed her perfectly, pulling my attention in to a sight I'd wanted to see for years.

She wasn't posed or trying to be as she sat on my lap, watching me like she knew exactly what I was seeing and what I felt as I saw it. When my fingers reached the buttons closer to her stomach, I leaned my head down and started to kiss her chest and her cleavage. Amy helped me to pull her blouse off, leaving her in just her bra and panties on my lap.

"Oh, Ryan," she moaned softly, still rolling her hips.

I looked up into her eyes before kissing her lips again. She had her arms hanging loosely at her sides as I reached around and went to unclasp her bra. Amy slid it down her arms, letting it fall between us, and I immediately put my hands on her bare breasts, cupping and squeezing them as we made out.

I was a little surprised at how firm they felt, how quickly her nipples hardened against my palm, and I loved how Amy responded as I touched them. She moaned into my mouth, scooting closer to me, and pressing down more with her groin.

Ending the kiss, I moved my mouth down, going over her neck, to her chest, and ending on her breasts, kissing all over the tops of them. I used my fingers to rub her nipples, making her moan my name again.

Amy brought her hands up and placed her hands on the back of my head, gently pulling me into her breast, as I stuck out my tongue and licked around it. With her encouragement, I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked it into my mouth, while I continued to rub her other nipple with my fingers.

I moved back and forth between her breasts, sucking and licking on each nipple as I listened to her moan. Her hip movements never slowed and I could feel my cock aching for it.

Amy must have felt it too as she softly said, "You know, we can always come back to those later."

I understood what she meant as I moved my hand between us and slipped it into her panties, feeling the wetness through her neatly trimmed hair before finding her vagina. I rubbed her slit and lips for a few moments before she said, "Ryan..."

She placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned her body into me as our lips met again. I started to lean backwards as I wrapped my arms around her waist and we were laying on the bed within seconds, still kissing, as we awkwardly moved up to the top of the bed.

When we were there, Amy ended the kiss as she sat up on me and scooted back a bit, just enough that she could hook her fingers into the hem of my boxers and started to pull them down.

I felt like I couldn't breathe as I waited for her reaction. She didn't rush her reaction, if she had one at all. She looked at my face first, smiled slightly as she saw me watching her, then dropped her gaze down to my groin. I had been undressed plenty of times before and wasn't scared or nervous of what I had. But, to be truthful, I'd never been with a woman of Amy's maturity, and didn't want to let her down.

She smiled a little wider as she finished taking my boxers off, and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Her fingers were tiny, matching her petite body, but she knew just what she was doing as she slowly stroked my cock. I moaned a little causing Amy to look up at me and smile.

As I watched her, she used her free hand to move her hair behind her ear and out of her face, before she leaned down, going right over my cock. She lightly blew on it before opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue, and swirling it around my tip.

Amy slowly wrapped her lips around my cock and started to move her mouth up and down my shaft, timing it with her hand. Amy was in no hurry, being in total control, knowing just what to do to maximize the pleasure.

Just like I felt when we kissed, her lips were incredibly soft. She was making every second count as she went up and down. This wasn't a blowjob intended to get me off. It was just a precursor to something more.

"Amy," I softly moaned, matching the same tone she had a few minutes ago.

Amy seemed to know what I meant as she took me out of her mouth and sat back up. I watched as she took off her panties, sliding them down her legs, and then moving back up to line up my cock with her pussy.

I placed my hands on her hips as Amy easily and expertly guided the tip of my cock into her entrance, let go of my shaft, and moved her body down. She moaned softly, closing her eyes, as my cock filled her.

After taking a moment to let us get used to each other, Amy opened her eyes as she started to roll her hips, sliding my cock in and out of her. My mind went blank, enjoying the feeling, the pleasure, of her riding me.

"Oh my God," Amy moaned as she placed her hands close to my stomach, using me to help support her as she went up and down my cock.

I moved my hands off her hips, going around to her butt, where I cupped and squeezed her cheeks, holding on as she rode my cock. Her hands started to slip and she leaned down onto my body, pressing her breasts against me as she kissed my lips.

As we made out, Amy continued to move her hips, sliding her pussy up and down my cock. I kept my hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks as I pushed up with my hips. Ending the kiss, Amy rested her head next to mine, and moaned into my ear as she slowed her body down.

I took over, using my hands on her ass to move her body, in addition to pushing up with my hips, and burying my cock into her pussy. "Oh my God. Ryan. Don't hold back," she moaned softly.

I moved my hands up and wrapped my arms around her waist as I bent my knees and planted my feet on the bed. Knowing what I was doing, Amy wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned as I flipped us around, keeping my cock inside her, and laying her flat on her back.

We kissed a little more as she spread her legs and arms out. As the kiss ended, I pushed myself above her, placing my hands on the bed, and started to move back and forth. I matched her pace from when she was riding me, going slow and steady. I made sure she got my full length every time, enjoying the feeling of her pussy.

"Hmm...yes. That's just what I needed," Amy moaned, closing her eyes and also enjoying the feeling. She lifted her legs a little and placed her hands down by my butt, as I went in and out of her.

As I looked down at her, seeing the pleasure on her face, her body reacting to mine, her breasts moving with my thrusts, I could feel my orgasm building up.

"Amy...," I moaned out, unable to stop moving.

"Yes, Ryan, yes," she moaned, her fingers digging into my back and holding me in place.

I started to orgasm, my moans joining hers as I continued to move as my cock pumped cum inside the sixty-year-old beauty. I briefly closed my eyes, losing myself in the moment, loving the moment as I climaxed.

I kept moving for as long as I could, wanting to enjoy the feeling of finishing inside her as long as possible. As I finished and could feel my cock starting to go limp, I rolled off Amy and finally thought about what had just happened. Who it was. Why and how it happened. What the consequences might be.

Amy reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a tissue, using it to wipe her groin before throwing the tissue away and rolling onto her side, placing her arm across my chest, and snuggling up against me.

As she rested against me, I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. She let out a soft moan before saying, "We have an early morning tomorrow. Should probably get to sleep."

"Yeah, we should," I answered but neither of us moved.

She hesitated for a second before saying, "If you wanted to get your belongings from your room, you could stay the night here and who knows what could happen when we wake up."

That got me moving as I finally got up from the bed. I put on just enough clothes to exit her room and step next door to mine. As I left, Amy was still naked on her bed, telling me to hurry back.

I quickly changed into my pajamas in my room before making sure I had everything I had before going back to Amy's room. When I walked back in, I saw that Amy had pulled her black hair back into a ponytail and had put back on her black panties, along with a tight black, spaghetti-string tank top, with a lace trim along the top and bottom.

She laughed as I looked her body up and down, my eyes briefly lingering on her breasts and groin. "Come on, Ryan, let's get to sleep. This old lady needs some rest after that."

We crawled into the bed, covering ourselves with the blanket, before giving each other a small kiss and falling asleep.

When we started to wake up the next morning, Amy had her back to me, and my morning wood was pressing against her ass. I had one arm around her body. "Hmmm...," Amy moaned as she slowly woke up, and wiggled her ass against my cock. "I love waking up to that feeling."

I laughed a little as I moved my hand from her stomach. I went up to her chest and cupped her breast, squeezing it slowly, as I leaned down and started to kiss the back of her neck. She continued to moan, slowly moving her ass, as I slipped my hand inside her tank top, and used my fingers to pinch and rub her nipples.

With my free hand, I slipped it inside her panties, and made a comment about her already being wet.

"I had so many dreams about what you did to me last night. And waking up with you this hard? I'm soaked," she said, opening her legs a little for me to more easily rub her pussy.

"There was one problem with last night," I said as I slowly inserted my finger into her pussy and moved it in and out. When she asked what it was, I told her, "Getting you off."

"Keep doing what you're doing and it'll happen fast," she moaned, closing her eyes and pressing back against me as I kept rubbing her nipples and fingering her pussy.

In and out I went, listening to her wetness squish around my finger, and feeling the inside of her pussy as it clenched around my finger. I moved my other hand between her breasts, taking her nipples between my fingers and rubbing them.

Just as when I touched her nipples the night before, I was surprised with how they felt between my fingers. Softer around the edges but with a firm center that responded immediately to my touch. I alternated between her breasts and couldn't help but wonder how many deals she had sealed by someone seeing her nipples or touching them like I was.

"Oh yes. Right there, Ryan," Amy moaned as I pushed my finger deeper into her, continuing to slide it in and out. She pressed back against me harder, nearly burying my cock into her ass. I felt the tip of my cock slip out of the flap in my boxers, the hardness of it too much to contain and moaned a little as the fabric of her panties rubbed against it.

Amy's breathing started to get sharper and she started to move her body a little more as I kept fingering her. She moved her hand down to her groin, placing it on top of mine and holding my hand there. She moved it up and down a bit, getting my palm to rub her slit as she whispered that she was getting close.

Amy brought her other hand up above her head, reaching for my head. It rested on my cheek as I felt her entire body stiffen, then relax as she let out a deep breath and climaxed.

As she orgasmed, Amy closed her legs around my hand, pinning me to her, with my finger buried deep inside her. I had stopped kissing her neck, but went back to kissing it as she arched her body. I was a little surprised by how quiet her moans were but also knew that she wasn't trying to show off and just wanted to enjoy the experience.

When her orgasm started to subside, she twisted her head around and pulled my lips over to hers, giving me a passionate kiss.

As she pulled her lips away from me, she let out another deep breath and said, "That felt good."

"I'm glad," I told her, keeping my hand on her breast, but just holding it, and removing my hand from her panties as I continued to plant little kisses along her neck.

Amy moaned slightly as I started to move my hips, sliding my cock around her ass. "I want you again...but we do need to start moving. Come take a shower with me. We're not done yet."

A few minutes later, we were standing in the bathroom, the shower going, and stripping off our pajamas. In the shower, Amy briefly used her lips on me again before standing up, and finishing me off with her hand, letting my cum wash away in the water as it poured down around us.

After the shower, we dressed, both of us casting glances towards the other as we covered up, gathered up our belongings, and met an Uber at the door to the hotel. The car ride to the airport was quiet as I lost myself in my thoughts, and Amy answered emails on her phone. During the short flight home, Amy did remark that she would have to see what other mills we could visit, and soon, and I caught a look in her eyes, telling me more than she said out loud.

Sarah and Mike had been married for eight years and their sex life was solid but had grown a bit routine. Mike stood six foot one with an athletic build and carried a respectable six and a half inches. It had always been enough for Sarah. She loved how it felt inside her and how he knew exactly how to use it. Sarah was five foot six with soft curves full C cup breasts and pale creamy skin that flushed pink when she got excited. Mike called her his White princess because of that beautiful pale skin.

They had talked about bringing in another man for months. A real threesome where everything stayed equal fifty fifty. Mike would fuck Sarah while the other guy did the same and they would switch off so no one felt left out. To keep it safe and exciting Sarah matched with Alex on Tinder two weeks earlier. He seemed charming respectful and normal when they met for a quick drink. Alex stood six foot two with a muscular frame and an easy smile. Tonight was the night they invited him over.

They sat in the living room with wine flowing and laughter filling the air. Sarah wore a short black dress that hugged her hips and showed off her smooth legs. Mike kept his hand on her thigh the whole time. The chemistry between Sarah and Alex felt electric right away.

When they moved to the bedroom the lights were dimmed low. Clothes came off slowly. Mike was hard at six and a half inches with average girth and visible veins. Alex stripped down next and both Sarah and Mike paused for a moment. Alex was the same length at six and a half inches but much much thicker. His cock looked heavy like a thick beer can with a broad head and prominent veins wrapping around the shaft. It hung low even when only half hard and as Sarah wrapped her fingers around it they barely met halfway.

Wow Sarah whispered her voice breathy. That feels so different.

Mike felt a strange warm thrill in his stomach. Equal play right he said trying to sound casual.

They started on the big king bed with Sarah lying on her back legs spread wide. Mike went in first sliding into her familiar wet heat. She felt perfect around him and she moaned softly while her hands ran down his back. He thrust steadily kissing her deeply. After only a few minutes the excitement made him too sensitive and he pulled out breathing hard already close to the edge.

Your turn Mike told Alex his voice a little tight.

Alex moved between Sarahs thighs and rubbed the fat wide head of his cock up and down her slick pussy lips coating himself in her wetness. Sarah bit her lip and looked down between her legs. Go slow she said softly. It is really thick.

He pressed forward. The head pushed past her entrance with a wet pop and Sarah gasped sharply. Inch by thick inch her pussy stretched open around him. Her pale lips clung tight to the shaft parting wider than Mike had ever seen them go. Her inner walls visibly stretched to take the girth and she let out a long trembling moan.

Oh fuck it is stretching me so much she breathed her voice shaking with both surprise and growing pleasure.

Mike sat back on the edge of the bed his own cock in his hand watching every second. He planned to jump back in soon but the sight held him in place. Sarahs creamy pale pussy looked so full and opened up around that thick cock. She looked different more completely filled.

Alex started slow letting her adjust then built a steady rhythm with long deep strokes. Sarahs moans grew louder and more urgent. God it feels so different she said. So full everywhere.

Mike leaned in to suck on her nipples while Alex kept fucking her. He wanted to stay part of it but the visual was too much. After just a couple minutes of watching Sarah take those thick strokes Mike felt his balls tighten. He stroked himself faster and came hard spurting onto his hand and the sheets with a groan. His load came out quick and strong but it left him spent fast. The orgasm hit him harder than usual from the pure visual overload.

Sarah noticed but she was already lost in the feeling. Keep going Alex she moaned. Do not stop.

Alex had amazing stamina. He did not slow down at all. He flipped Sarah onto all fours so she faced Mike. That way her husband could see every expression on her face. Alex gripped her hips firmly and drove in deeper. The wet slapping sounds of her stretched pussy taking that thick cock filled the room louder and more obscene than when Mike fucked her. Sarahs eyes rolled back and her mouth stayed open in constant moans.

Look at her Alex said calmly to Mike. She is loving every inch.

Mike nodded unable to look away. Sarahs ass cheeks rippled each time Alex thrust forward. Her pussy lips were puffy and swollen now clinging tightly to the thick shaft on every outward pull before swallowing it back in. She was creaming heavily around him thick white froth building up at the base of Alexs cock. Mike rarely saw her get that wet and messy.

Oh my god yes Sarah gasped pushing back to meet every thrust. It is hitting spots I did not even know existed. It is so thick and it stretches me so good.

The planned equal threesome faded away without anyone saying a word. Mike did not try to join right away. He loved watching too much. The way her whole body responded trembling and arching her back while her juices dripped down her inner thighs. Alex fucked her in that position for over fifteen minutes changing angles and making her cum hard once with a loud shaking orgasm that left her gasping and gripping the sheets.

They switched positions again. Sarah climbed on top of Alex in reverse cowgirl facing Mike directly. Mike had the perfect view of her stretched pussy sliding up and down that girthy shaft. Her pale lips gripped him so tightly they looked almost strained as she rose and fell. Her swollen clit rubbed against the thick base with every grind. Alex reached around and played with her breasts pinching her nipples while she rode him harder.

Fuck I am cumming again Sarah whimpered her hips grinding down deep. Her body shook violently as her pussy pulsed and squeezed visibly around the thick cock.

Mike had gotten hard again from the sight. He stroked himself watching her face twist in pleasure and her tits bounce. He came a second time just as fast spurting onto his own stomach with another quick intense orgasm. No jealousy only raw arousal at how much she was enjoying herself and how her body was being opened in ways his slimmer cock had never quite reached.

Alex still was not close. His stamina seemed endless. He laid Sarah on her back once more lifting her legs over his shoulders and pounded her with powerful controlled thrusts. The bed creaked steadily under them. Sarah was a sweaty mess with her hair wild and her face lost in pure bliss.

Do not stop she begged her voice hoarse. Fill me up. I want to feel all of it.

Mike moved closer now gently stroking her hair and kissing her forehead while Alex kept driving into her. Sarah reached down and rubbed her own clit as Alex thrust and she came a third time even harder than before. Her pussy clenched so tightly around the thick cock that Alex finally groaned and buried himself deep. He came with long heavy pulses flooding her with warm cum. Sarah moaned loudly feeling every spurt deep inside her stretched walls.

When Alex finally pulled out a thick stream of his cum leaked from her gaping pussy. Her entrance stayed slightly open for a moment visibly stretched and puffy before slowly starting to close. Mike stared mesmerized by the sight. He had never seen her look so thoroughly used and satisfied.

Sarah smiled up at Mike her eyes heavy with pleasure. That was incredible she whispered. But next time maybe you can join more.

Mike kissed her deeply already feeling his cock twitch again at the memory. He loved watching her get stretched and lost in it more than he ever expected. The fifty fifty plan had completely changed and he could not wait to do it again.

Author’s note: Hi, thanks for stopping by! This time around I wanted to try something a little bit more wholesome than usual. This one, focuses on a Loving Wife who wants to do something special for her hardworking man. I had fun writing this one, imagining all the little ways someone can spoil their partner. So please enjoy this short story about a dutiful wife doing anything she can to please her man. As always, let me know what you think in the comments! (I wrote this for Steak and Blowjob day 2026 but never got around to posting it)

I wanted to spoil my man. He’d been working so much overtime at the shop lately. He had been coming home late and I could see the stress wearing him down.

It was Friday afternoon, and I’d spent the whole day making the house neat and cozy, just the way he liked it. The TV was already set to the game, a couple of cold beers lined up in the fridge. I glanced at the clock, I noted that he would be home any minute now. The thought of seeing the look on his face made my stomach flutter. I was excited, a little nervous, and crazy horny.

I’d already freshened up with a shower and a spritz of my most seductive perfume, but now it was time to get into costume. In the bedroom, I slid into a lacy lingerie set, black with little satin bows, naturally, it hugged my curves just right. Then I tied on a simple apron that only reached halfway down my thighs, a cheeky little cover.

I leaned in close to the mirror, applying just enough makeup to brighten my eyes and put a shine on my lips. Nothing too heavy. Tonight, I wanted to look like a wife, not a whore. Just his Becky, all dressed up to please.

That’s when I heard it: the rumble of Rick’s truck pulling into the driveway, the faint thump of music still beating through the cab. My heart gave a jump. I hurried to the front door, smoothing the apron over my hips, as I stood tall.

When he stepped inside, he looked tired. Work-stained and rough around the edges, but still he looked impossibly handsome to me. I felt a familiar warmth rush through me, and I had to bite back a moan.

“Hello, my handsome husband,” I said, voice teasing and singsong, tilting my head just so and posing in the doorway like an old pin-up photo.

Rick’s eyes widened slightly, then darkened with appreciation. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as a smirk tugged at his lips. “Well, well,” he said, stepping closer. “What’s all this then?” He reached out and grabbed my ass, giving it a playful squeeze.

“Uh-uh, not yet,” I chided, swatting his hands lightly as I leaned up to peck him on the lips.

“Now, give me your coat and go take a seat in the living room. I have the game ready for you. I’ll be back with a beer,” I said, turning to hang his jacket on the rack.

As I moved into the kitchen, I smiled to myself. I had been to the store earlier and picked out a juicy cut of Rick’s favorite steak and the oven had been preheating. I brushed the steak with oil, seasoned it perfectly, and stuck a meat thermometer into its center before sliding it into the oven.

Grabbing a cold beer from the fridge, I popped the top with a satisfying hiss and carried it into the living room. Rick was just about to bend down to unlace his boots when I arrived. Instead, I gently pushed him back into the recliner and handed him the beer.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, I let my gaze linger up at him, knowing this angle gave him the perfect view of my tits spilling out of the lingerie beneath the apron. Slowly, deliberately, I began unlacing his boots. I made sure to take plenty of time, gazing up at him as he sipped his beer and drank in the sight of me.

Once his boots were loose, I slid them off carefully and reached for his feet, cupping one in my hands and letting my thumbs press into the arch.

“Long day, huh?” I murmured, my voice soft and teasing. “Let me take care of you.”

Rick leaned back, a satisfied groan escaping him as I kneaded the tension from his feet. I took my time, pressing into every knot, rolling my thumbs along the arches and heels.

I looked up at him, letting him see the tiny smile tugging at my lips, the way my eyes sparkled as I worked. Every so often, I let my hands trail higher, brushing against his calves, letting him feel the warmth of my skin, the gentle pressure of my touch.

“Becky…” he murmured, and I could hear the edge of desire in his voice. That little sound made my heart race. I leaned closer, pressing my cheek briefly against his shin, just to tease him more.

“You like that?” I whispered, letting my fingers massage a little firmer, tracing circles that sent shivers up his legs. His hand twitched slightly on his knee as he tried to keep his composure.

I took my time with every movement, making sure he could see me enjoying it as much as he was.

I finished one foot and started on the next, making him feel good until he finished his beer.

“A top up?” I asked

He just grinned and wiggled the empty bottle at me. I smirked, took it, and made my way back to the kitchen.

After cleaning my hands from the foot massage, I turned my attention to the steak. The oven had done its work, and the cut was perfect. It was juicy, pink and almost ready for the final flourish. I heated my seasoned cast iron skillet until the oil started to lightly smoke, preparing to give the steak a golden, caramelized crust that would seal in every drop of flavor.

Next, I checked the onions I had been slowly caramelizing while the steak cooked. Sweet, golden strands that smelled heavenly, soft and sticky.

I grabbed two slices of thick Turkish bread and slid them into the toaster, letting a warm, crisp crust form while I arranged the rest of the fillings. A handful of crisp mixed greens, a few thick slices of ruby-red heirloom tomatoes, and a smear of the creamy, tangy sauce I’d whipped up earlier. Then, of course, the golden caramelized onions, glistening and sweet, ready to nestle perfectly atop the steak.

By the time the steak hit the pan, the aroma of sizzling meat and sweet onions filled the kitchen, making my mouth water almost as much as I knew his would. I flipped it carefully, letting the edges brown, juices bubbling, knowing that once it was layered onto that perfectly toasted bread, it would be utterly irresistible.

I let myself savor the thought of him biting into it: tender, juicy meat, warm caramelized onions, crisp toast, fresh greens, tangy sauce. It would be the perfect combination of flavors. Indulgent and satisfying.

Once the steak was ready, I let it rest for a moment, then sliced it thickly, letting the juices mingle with the sweet onions. I piled the slices high onto the toast, tucking in the greens, tomatoes, and onions, coating every bite with sauce, until the sandwich looked decadent enough to make anyone weak in the knees.

I popped the top off another beer with a satisfying hiss and cradled my culinary bounty in my hands, ready to escort it to my husband. The look on his face when he caught sight of me made my chest tighten in the most delicious way.

“That smells fucking delicious, Becky,” he said, his voice thick with appreciation.

I just smiled, letting my fingers brush lightly over his thigh as I popped his beer into the cup holder of the recliner and handed him the sandwich, cut in two for easy handling.

I like to think I am a good wife. We have our tensions, of course, like any married couple but mostly we are madly in love. However, I don't often spoil my husband to this extent. So, today, I wanted to go the extra mile.

And what do men love more than steak? Well, that was easy: Blowjobs.

Rick took a big bite, and a low, guttural groan of pleasure immediately escaped him. My pulse spiked, and I didn’t hesitate. My hand slid down to his crotch, massaging him through his pants.

“Is that good?” I asked softly

His eyes went wide, a flicker of surprise and arousal crossing his features as he chewed, trying to speak. I pressed a finger gently to his lips.

“Shh… just enjoy,” I whispered, leaning closer so he could feel my warm breath against his jaw.

I could feel how hard he was through the fabric, half-swollen and straining for attention. My hands were already itching to free him, to take care of him the way I’d been craving since the moment I decided to spoil him. Slowly, teasingly, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and eased my hand inside to cradle him in my palm.

“Mmm, there’s my big boy,” I purred, letting my fingers tighten around him as my eyes roamed over the thick, veined cock before me. He looked so hot, so demanding, and even more mouthwatering than the fucking delight I’d just whipped up in the kitchen.

The game droned on in the background, forgotten by both of us, as I leaned forward, letting my tongue flick teasingly along the underside of his shaft. He groaned, deep and guttural and this time it wasn’t because of the sandwich.

I took the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue slowly circles. I could feel him growing, thickening and hardening under my ministrations, veins pulsing as I sucked him deeper. My own moan slipped past my lips, unexpectedly as I pressed closer, letting the subtle scent and taste of him drive me wild.

Kneeling higher, I eased more of him into my throat, savoring the stretch and the way his hips pressed slightly forward, urging me onward. Halfway down, I hit the back of my throat, felt the burn and tightness but I wasn’t done. Pulling back just enough to catch my breath, I slid back in, slow and steady, letting my rhythm find a natural, teasing cadence.

I kept my eyes locked on him, drinking in every twitch of his body, every shiver that ran from his thighs up his spine. My hands never stopped stroking along the base in tandem with my mouth, pulling him closer, encouraging him to lose himself.

Dutifully kneeling at his feet. I pressed on, deep and deliberate, teasing, tasting, coaxing him to the edge again and again, letting my own excitement ride the waves of his growing need.

I could feel him straining in my hand and mouth, still holding that sandwich in the other, nibbling between deep, needy groans. The thought made me grin from the inside out .He was so distracted, trying to enjoy both, and I loved the challenge.

Could I finish him before he finished my sandwich?

He groaned around the bite of bread, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, trying to chew and swallow while I lavished attention on him. Every flick of my tongue, every slow glide of my lips sent him shivering, hips twitching involuntarily, and I felt my own heat rise between my legs.

I could hear the soft crunch of bread, the squish of sauce, the little moans he tried to stifle, and it only spurred me on. My hands worked in perfect harmony with my mouth, stroking the base and teasing the sensitive underside, encouraging him to lose focus, to forget the sandwich entirely.

I let my lips slide over the tip before swallowing and taking him deeper again. My tongue circled, swirled, flicked. Every motion was designed to make him forget everything else except me.

The sight of him trying to balance each delicious bite with the growing pleasure I was giving him, eyes half-rolling, lips trembling around the sandwich, made a wicked thrill coil in my belly.

I leaned closer, letting my chest brush against his legs, letting the heat of my body, the wet press of my mouth, and the teasing rhythm of my tongue remind him I was here to service his every need.

He was down to the last bite of his sandwich and I was deep on him now, bobbing slowly, letting my lips and throat take him fully. I gagged lightly, letting him hear it, knowing it only made him tighten in my hands and groan. My tongue swirled around the head, sliding along the sensitive underside, stroking him in tandem with the pressure of my hand at the base, drawing him closer..

He popped the last morsel of my delicious steak sandwich into his mouth, pausing mid-chew as a groan escaped his lips and he tensed beneath me. His eyes closed, and I could feel every tremor, every pulse, as my mouth and throat worked him to the edge.

“Mmm, fuck… Becky,” he murmured, muffled through the bite, and his heavy load filled my mouth and throat. I held him firmly, meeting each shudder with my lips and tongue, letting my mouth swallow, glug, and take every inch of him as his cum spilled into my throat. Warm and thick, he filled me as I let myself moan around him, enjoying the taste, the texture and the sheer pleasure of getting him off.

I pulled back slowly, letting him catch his breath, the salty taste of him still lingering in my mouth. My lips curled into a satisfied smile as I stood, brushing my hands over my apron.

“Let’s get you a fresh drink,” I said, heading to the kitchen to get another cold beer from the fridge.

When I returned Rick leaned back in the recliner, still flushed and smiling, eyes glinting with appreciation. “You’re incredible, Becky,” he murmured, voice rough.

I smirked, handing him the fresh beer and letting my fingers brush his thigh as I passed it over. “I like to take care of my man,” I teased. “You earned it.”

Once the beer was settled in his hand, I returned to the kitchen and cleaned up the few crumbs of the sandwich and wiped the counter, taking a moment to relish how good it felt to spoil him. The kitchen smelled faintly of steak and onions, a reminder of the little treat I’d planned for him.

I sauntered back into the living room, leaning casually against the arm of the recliner. He sipped his beer, and I let my eyes travel over him, playful and hungry all over again.

“You know,” I murmured, tilting my head and giving him a slow, teasing smile, “the game’s still on, but I think you might need a little dessert before it’s over.”

Rick chuckled, shaking his head, still smiling that soft, lazy smile that made my chest flutter. He raised his beer in a small, appreciative salute, and I leaned down, brushing my lips against his cheek in a quick, teasing kiss.

We sat together for the rest of the game, the soft hum of the TV in the background, laughing and sipping our drinks. I felt wickedly pleased with myself. Tonight had been about spoiling him, teasing him, and reminding him that he is appreciated and loved immensely.

By the time the final whistle blew on the game, we were both still smiling, close, and content. I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder, and let the cozy, warmth of the night wash over us.

“Next time,” I whispered, lips brushing his ear, “I think I’ll start with dessert first.”

Rick groaned softly, laughter and desire mixing in his voice. “You’re insatiable,” he said, and I grinned, knowing he loved every second of it as he lifted from the recliner, carrying me easily to the bedroom.

“Alright class! Fantastic work today!” A smile lit up my face as I pressed my hands together. “Frida, great job on holding your bridge!”

I waved out my class as they filed by, one by one. It was pretty easy for me to notice that one student was taking her time and not rolling up her mat yet.

“Mia, everything okay?” I rolled up my own rose-red yoga pad as I watched the younger blonde.

She waited until we were the last two in class. “Yeah. Everything’s fine.” She twisted her back and stretched out as if we hadn’t been doing that for the last hour. “There were just a few advanced stretches I wanted your help with.”

“Really?” I cocked my head to the side. “We had a lot of beginners in class today, so it was all really basic stuff.”

Mia was one of my longest and most consistent students. She could teach her own class, but we lived in a small town, and I thought she didn’t want to be competition.

That said, I doubt she needed my help.

“It wasn’t a position from today.” The young blonde shook her head, her ponytail dancing behind her with the movement. “It was the one from last class.”

“Well, that narrows it down.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “Last class was only an hour and a half.”

Mia and I shared a giggle together before she said, “I don’t remember the name of the pose. It’s the one where we fold, put our hands together, and then put our arms through our legs.”

“Oh, that one is difficult, but it feels so good on the lower back and shoulders.” I rolled my mat back out and Mia picked hers up and came to join me by the class mirrors.

“Oh my God. You know what? I am so rude!” Mia gracefully arched her back as she took the initiating stage of the pose. “You did your class greeting this afternoon, but I haven’t actually asked you how you’re doing today.”

I smiled warmly at Mia’s heart-felt inquiry and apology. “Oh, don’t sweat. I mean, please do sweat.” I giggled. “But from the exertion, not from worrying. I’m fine,” I played off coolly.

I know instructors aren’t supposed to have favorites. But Mia was my favorite. She never missed a class and she even substitute taught for me in the rare occurrences I couldn’t lead a class.

Well, she didn’t teach the class, but she unlocked the studio and still held class, cleaned up, and locked up for me while people used the space and worked on their favorite stretches.

Some students had gotten back to me the next week saying that Mia had been an angel in helping them in certain positions and techniques. So, yeah. She had led the class.

And gosh darn it, if she wasn’t the sweetest woman on the planet. Always smiling, so warm and helpful. Also easy on the eyes.

Average height, sun-kissed blonde hair. Pool-blue eyes I wanted to swim in. That body? To die for. The perfect amount of chubby with fantastic curves and flexibility from years of yoga. Fantastic boobs and an ass I wanted to play with for hours.

All that to say, that girl was out of this old hen’s league.

But that didn’t stop Mia from being a sweet darling to me. She always told me my makeup looked good or that my hair looked nice. I knew there was a single shock of silver just starting to peak through the chestnut brown by the corner of my left eye. But she never mentioned it.

I caught her eyes on me a few times, but I had always assumed she was watching the intricacies of my form.

When my eyes were on her, it was admittedly, to watch her form but also to admire her. Mia was the perfect girl next door. Not movie star pretty, but the kind of girl you could bring around your parents and then gag her with panties to keep her quiet in your bedroom.

Fingers snapped in my face and I shook my head. “Earth to Abigail!” Mia waved her hand in front of me. “Are you okay?” The concern in her voice made me feel guilty.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Just caught me day dreaming.” I shrugged it off and she smiled.

“Did you meet a cute guy?” She popped her eyebrows and ran her pink tongue across her white teeth.

Oh, if only she knew.

“Something like that.” I dropped my eyes to the floor, unable to meet hers. Or those full lips. “So, let’s get you back into that stretch. I’ll pay attention this time. Promise.”

“If you’re distracted by me, that’s just fine.” Mia winked, and then something that looked a lot like recognition pulled the corners of her mouth into a big smile. “Oh my God!” She squealed. “You’re blushing!”

“I’m not blushing.” I bent over and grabbed my thighs as I sunk into the pose she wanted to work on. “It’s like 80 degrees and I’ve been working hard. It’s totally from the yoga.” Said the liar.

“Sure. Uh-huh.” Mia knew I was lying through my teeth as she copied my pose. That meant that she could easily look over and see my still-blushing face. “You’re pretty in that shade.”

“Oh my God, Mia. Shut up!” It was my turn for an unusually high voice as I tried to hide my face from the younger woman.

“What?” Mia’s laugh had such a warm tinkle to it, even when she was picking on me. “You are! I mean, you’re always pretty.” She brought her hands together and glided them between her shoulder-width parted legs. “But that shade of red blush on you? I wish that was a color pallet of makeup.”

This girl was too fucking cute. How was I supposed to focus on the stretches she wanted to do when all I wanted to do was kiss her?

I leaned deeper into the stretch and pressed my face into my thigh, trying to hide.

“I made you speechless?” Mia assaulted me with an arrogant giggle. The jerk.

“Just shut up and stretch, okay?” I was a grumbling old bitch, but I didn’t care.

“Abigail?” Mia’s voice was a lot softer this time, making me hope she had a subject change.

“Yes Mia?” I lowered my voice and followed up with a deep breath as I slowly came out of the hold, standing back up.

“Did I tell you how much I appreciate you? Staying after class to help me, answering my texts whenever I have a question when I stretch at home? Just how nice you are in general?”

Her praise had nothing to do with our bodies, but her words were so sweet and heart-felt that I still let out a gentle, “Aww, Mia!”

When she stood up too, I wrapped my arms around her in a friendly hug. “I appreciate you, too. You’ve always been so sweet and helpful. I love having a student, a friend, that cares so much. Even though there’s some years between us, I’m glad I’m not a cramp in your style.”

Mia’s hands slowly moved down my back as she rubbed it. It was a tender moment between friends, so I didn’t think too much of it, until I felt her fingers brush the waistband of my leggings.

I released Mia from the hug and saw her smiling face looking back at me. There was a look of playful confusion there. “Cramping my style?” Her head tilted to the side like mine often did. “Abigail, you’re what? Forty-two? That’s not style cramping. You’re not ‘over the hill.’” Her voice softened and she held my hand. “You’re not thinking you’re getting too old or something like that, are you?”

She hit right to the core of my confidence crisis. “Aren’t I getting too old to be flirty? I’m forty-two, as you pointed out, and still hopelessly single. Guys don’t look at me as much as they used to.”

Mia frowned and didn’t let go of my hand. “Abigail, listen to me. You’re still hot as fuck. Have you thought that maybe at your age, with the shape you’re in, maybe you intimidate guys?”

“The shape I’m in? And how would that plus my age intimidate guys?” The pieces weren’t fitting together.

Mia rolled her eyes. She finally let go of my hand but put hers against my tummy instead. “Abigail, you’re absolutely bonkers if you think you’re missing a step. Most people would kill for your abs at any age.”

“Well, I guess….”

“And your ass would be tight for a 30-year-old. These thighs of yours could probably crush a walnut. You’re a walking wet dream, Abby.”

Mia was incredibly close now, and I licked my lips anxiously. “Thanks for your vote, Mia. But it doesn’t make me thirty again.”

The younger blonde took a hold of my chin and glared icy blue daggers at me. “Abigail, being as hot as you are at your age makes you fucking hotter. You could be such a cougar. Or a MILF. People make porn about women that look like you putting younger men in their places. If you said I could only address you as ma’am, I would be on my knees in front of you so fast.”

I blinked, standing there like an idiot. “I think you might be right. It’s just… as soon as I started even getting to forty, I felt like my body confidence was sprinting away.”

Mia shook her head. “Nuh-uh, ma’am. I saw the shape you were in on your fortieth birthday, and I instantly thought you were the sexiest baddie alive for looking this good at forty. Me and some of the other girls call you Lara Croft behind your back.” She shrugged. “Minus the massive honkers. But your little cuties make you look tighter.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at my small breasts being called ‘little cuties.’ It was also one of the most simply Mia things I had ever heard.

“I appreciate this a lot, Mia; your words. I’ve always took care of my body, but… it’s been a while since I had… you know. I haven’t felt sexy in a few years.”

Mia pouted again, and I wanted to catch that bottom lip between my teeth. She let go of my chin but moved her hand to cup my cheek. “Abby, I’m going to be honest with you for a minute. And I hope it doesn’t change anything between us.”

“Okay.” I nodded my head, trying to tell myself not to laugh at whatever was going to come from this sweet summer child’s mouth.

“I’ve had a silly girl-crush on you for a while now. Until I knew you were having this... self-doubt, I thought you were goals.” She shrugged. “And you still are. You just need to feel like you’re as sexy as you are.”

I slumped my shoulders a bit but caught myself. I was a yoga instructor. Mia shouldn’t see me slouch, I told myself.

“Mia, you’re sweet, but it’s not your job to pick me up. You’re my student. This isn’t necessary.” Her hand was still on my cheek, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into her comforting touch a little.

“Yes, I’m your student.” Her eyes dug into my soul, and her honey-smooth voice seeped into my heart. “But I’m also your friend. And someone that thinks you are so fucking sexy. For you, age really is just a number, Abby. I know your past the forty mark, and that little streak of silver is starting to worry you, but girl....”

Mia closed her eyes and soldiered on. “I’ve... I’ve touched myself to fantasies of you, okay? That’s how smoking you are. I get worked up every week watching you up here being a sultry, sweaty and perfect boss-bitch.

My mouth slacked open and I stood there, not sure what to do with this revelation. “Mia, I-um, thank you for that bold admission. I guess I didn’t think....”

“What?” Mia challenged me to keep stumbling, her sapphire eyes blazing open again. “You didn’t think your tight, older body could still turn a twenty-something’s head enough that she’d touch herself? Guess what, ma’am; it happens pretty damn often. And here’s another thing. When I get home, I’m peeling my clothes off and showering. I’m going to use my shower head on my clit until I cum, screaming your name.”

I was completely stunned. There was no response in my brain as I pictured Mia’s perfect, soft and curvy body with steam all around her. Her long, blonde hair would be down her back and a supple breast in one hand, the shower head in the other.

“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath.

That knowing, pool shark smile of hers was on her stunning face again. “You’re picturing it now, aren’t you?” Her hand moved from my cheek into my slowly turning hair. “You know what I’d rather picture?”

I swallowed roughly and looked at the shorter girl. All of this had blindsided me so hard I couldn’t even blink. But she waited. She was making me respond.

“W-what would you rather picture?” My voice was a ghost of the warmth and strength it usually was. Despite being fifteen years younger than me, Mia had me wrapped around her finger in that moment.

“Get into downward dog for me, Abby.” Her voice was husky, but somehow still black velvet against my ear as she became the master.

And I didn’t fight her. I fought through my own shivers as I walked out on my hands and kept my ass up.

Then, I felt her hands on my back. Mia was mapping the contours of my spine, feeling the toned muscles of my lats.

“Who hurt you, Abby? How else could you not feel exquisite in this bod?” Mia ran her hands over the small of my back, to my hands. Her touch felt reverent.

Even without her touching any really sensitive parts of my body, I was trying not to shake. If Mia put her hands anywhere that counted, I didn’t think I’d last very long.

I realized she asked me a question. It didn’t matter if it was rhetorical, a joke, or an honest question. I was going to answer her. She deserved an answer for how she was treating me.

“It’s not that anyone’s hurt me, Mia. It’s just been too long since someone made me feel as treasured and desired as you are right now. Having a hot blonde twenty-something telling me how good I look is a big ego boost. And according to you, I deserve it.”

“Now, what am I going to have to do to you to get you to say the words to me, ‘I am sexy?’” The playful tone of her voice was replaced with a far more determined one.

Her open palm connected with my ass cheek, which was perfectly presented to her in the downward dog. The unexpected contact made me gasp, and she giggled at the reaction.

“Transition into downward facing dog for me, will you?” Her lips against my ear were the sweetest thing. That soft voice of hers promised me more than just a stretch as I widened my hips and moved my face closer to the floor, arms moving further forward.

My fingers pressed to the end of my mat, and I had all the stretch had to offer. Which also offered everything I had to Mia.

Her fingers trailed softly up the backs of my thighs, feeling the elastic material of my leggings against the taut muscles of my hamstrings. “You know, Abby, there’s a lot of women my age and younger that would kill for this body. I’m happy with my body, but I don’t mind admiring yours, too.”

My next words came out breathily. “I’m glad to hear you’re comfortable in your body, Mia. You should be. I’ve...” It was time for me to be honest like she had been. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while, too. I love your curves.”

Mia smiled knowingly, and I bit back a moan when her fingers went to my inner thighs. “Be more specific, Abby. Tell me what you love.”

I swallowed anxiously. This was Mia, someone I really needed to hang out with more outside of classes. Sweet and gorgeous, always smiling. She caressed my body and told me things I hadn’t heard in too long. I knew I was safe telling her. But our relationship made it hard to just blurt it out. I had to do it, though.

“I love your body, Mia. I spend too much time staring into your eyes. It’s a good thing you have such a warm and pretty face, though. Because otherwise I’d stare at your full tits, your soft belly I want to cover in kisses and little bite marks.”

I couldn’t see Mia’s face, which was a shame, but her happy little hums, her hands moving closer to my center, told me I was doing fine. “Abby, did you know that there’s a rip in your leggings?”

My face went redder than it had been since Mia started caressing me. “The little one in the crotch?”

Mia laughed at how quietly I asked. It had to be obvious that I was super embarrassed by it. “That’s the one. It’s about to get a lot bigger, too.”

“Wait. What?” I felt her fingers grasping around the little hole, and then she was pulling. I heard the clear tearing. “What are you doing?”

“You look like you need to breathe better, babe.” Mia’s voice was a soft laughter as I felt the air—and her eyes—on my newly exposed ass. “Oh my God! No panties? You naughty cougar, you!”

“They’re yoga leggings! I didn’t want panty lines. And the hole was so small, you’d have to be really close to notice.” My feeble excuse didn’t stop Mia’s hands from massaging my glutes. My embarrassment wasn’t strong enough for me to exit the situation. Instead, I just laid there with my ass pointing at her. At least downward facing dog let me hide my face.

“Yeah, Abby, I don’t know what you’re insecure about. Your hair has a bit of silver, but this is an ass so many people would die for. I know I’m enjoying this experience.”

“Oh my God, Mia.” That weak protest was all my brain could serve up. I couldn’t convince myself that it was even a protest.

A hot woman fifteen years younger than me was feeling up my bare ass and telling me how nice it was. I knew that as her instructor I needed to end this exchange. But the needy, horny part of me that was seeking pleasure and validation told me to stay put.

“Do you want me to play with your pussy, Abigail? Would you like me to get rid of any insecurities you might have about this?” Mia didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she helped herself to me, running her fingers over my already wet slit.

A helpless, shameful moan bubbled out of my lips, and my heated forehead pressed to my mat. “Shit!” Not exactly refined or boss-bitch, but it’s what came out.

“You’re not having any problems getting wet. That’s for sure.” Her fingers were gone, and I could hear her tasting me on her fingers. “Delicious, too. Any guy not trying to get into your leggings is an idiot.”

“Mia...” I tried to come up with some kind of argument, some kind of complaint. But I couldn’t. I was willfully submitting to this dirty angel who had just put her fingers back on my folds.

“Yes, Abigail?” Her hand stopped moving, frozen in place with my slimy lips carefully pinched between her fingers. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I wanted her to keep doing exactly that to me. It didn’t matter anymore that she was my student. I needed this.

Needed her.

“Please don’t stop. Make me feel just as sexy as you see me. Please.” I didn’t care that I was begging. I just needed to let go. To be caught.

“I didn’t plan to stop, Abby.” Her fingers proceeded to move up and down my cunt lips, making me pant. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to make this happen for weeks. But I want to be clear about something.”

I felt Mia’s breath on my ass. With my position, I knew she had to be on the floor. My money was on upward facing dog. Her face that close, her exhale on my skin, I had a feeling she could feel my heat. She could smell the sweat and musk.

It made me shutter. It made me wetter. She was so close to my cunt. Could she see the drops of my arousal?

“I’m not trying to take advantage of your sex and body image crisis, Abby. I really do want to help you feel sexy and seen. And momma, from where I’m stretching, I’m wet just from seeing you.”

If her words weren’t enough to make me cry out, her soft and warm tongue pressing against my pussy lips were. The way she dug in and curled her tongue as she scooped up made me groan and dig my fingernails into my foam mat.

“J-Jesus, Mia!” I tried to hold still, but my hips had other ideas. I pushed back into her face, needing her. I needed her tongue inside me, claiming me for her more youthful mouth.

“You taste so fucking good.” Mia enunciated her words as she gripped my ass and squeezed, pulling me further into her. Her sweet but dirty words ghosting my flesh as her lips brushed mine had me rolling my eyes.

Mia’s nose was right in my sweaty ass crack, and she didn’t show any signs of caring. She was groaning just as much as I was, even though it was her tongue licking my cunt like it was melting ice cream.

It took an almost embarrassingly short time before I was taking in deep breaths and gritting my teeth, trying not to cum.

“Mia... slow down.”

The hot blonde stopped at once. She was in front of me in a second, holding my face and looking into my eyes.

“Are you okay?” She was so goddamned sweet.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Better than okay. And you’re better than okay at, well, eating me out. Too good.”

Mia smiled knowingly again. As much as I wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off her face, she had earned it. “You don’t want to cum too soon? Why not?”

I looked away, knowing that my reasoning was stupid. I had some baggage from my last relationship, and I realized how much I had just projected it.

“I’m sorry. The last guy I dated... he’d focus on making me cum first. Just once. Then it was all about him.” I rolled over and laid on my back, looking up at Mia’s soft, understanding face.

“You think I’m going to make you cum once, just so I can tell you I did it, and then it’ll be all about what I want?”

I shook my head. “No. That’s not fair. That’s not what I meant to say. I’m sorry. I just... that’s what I’d gotten used to from...”

Mia didn’t let me keep backpedaling. Instead, she draped her luxurious body over me and pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me with an intensity I hadn’t felt for a few boyfriends. And I kissed her back. Just as hard.

I moaned into Mia’s mouth as her hands gripped my ass from underneath. Her tongue shot into my mouth and explored every one of my white teeth. She wanted to know every part of me.

It was so clear then that this wasn’t about making me cum once and then getting what she wanted. For the first time in I wasn’t sure how long, I felt like what my sexual partner wanted was me. Not just how good I could make them feel, or how good they could make themselves feel by using me.

When Mia broke the kiss and braced herself in a planking pose, I scrambled to wipe my eyes.

“Woah. You’re crying. Are you sure you’re okay? We can stop if you need to.”

I shook my head and held onto her wrist. “Don’t go. I very much need this, Mia. I need you.” I swallowed again and blinked away another tear. “The way you make me feel... you make me feel beautiful and not like I’m just a tight body to be used.”

It was Mia who wiped a tear away this time. “I’m so sorry anyone ever made you feel like that, Abigail.” She switched to sit cross-legged by me as she cupped my cheek again. “You are so beautiful, and you so deserve to feel pleasure without expectations of giving it back.”

“Mia, I don’t want orgasms for free.” I surprised myself when a genuine sounding laugh came out and not a sad, broken one.

Mia’s hand left my face and her fingers trailed down my neck until they were at the bottom of my sports bra. She yanked up, exposing my small but firm breasts. She hummed with satisfaction and licked her lips. “Still perky. And look at these perfect dark nipples.”

The genuine praise of the hottest woman in my class made me preen under her touch. My back arched and my tit pressed into her hand as she groped it.

“Anyone who focused on themselves more than you was a selfish piece of shit that didn’t deserve your body, or the wonderful woman in it.”

A tear rolled down my cheek again, but this time it was because of how healing Mia was to my soul. “How can you be so beautiful outside and be so precious and perfect on the inside, too?”

Mia leaned down and licked the tear from my cheekbone, her hand never leaving my breast. Her fingers playfully pulled on my nipple, extending it and working it into a hard nub.

I threaded my hands into her silky blonde hair as she leaned down and licked the dark areola around my nipple. Her burning, sapphire eyes watched my face as her lips wrapped around my nipple and suckled on it.

“God, Mia. I feel like you’re dissecting me. Worshiping me.” I arched my back and she reached between my legs. Her fingers found just how soaked I was for her, and she smeared my wetness around my clit. I gasped and saw stars as I exploded.

“Mia! Mia! You’re making me cum already!” I proclaimed boldly. My climax wasn’t something she had asked me to give her. She hadn’t asked me if I was going to cum thirty times. This climax wasn’t the end of my pleasure for the evening.

Before my orgasm could end, Mia was rushing to have her face between my thighs again. That damned skilled tongue of hers was licking up and to the sides, swirling around my running lips.

“Oh my God, Mia. I’ve never had someone make me cum like that.” My panting breath and heaving chest should have been enough to get my sincerity across.

“That’s because you’ve found douchebags that want a trophy, but not people that want to polish said trophy.” Mia emphasized her point by licking my wetness from her lips.

“Thanks, Mia. I needed this. And I don’t feel like you took advantage of me. You did help to make me feel really sexy again.” I laughed as I sat up on my mat. “The way you tore the crotch off my yoga pants also makes me extra glad I have a spare in my bag.”

“Maybe next time I won’t savage your favorite pair.”

“Next time?” I stood up and pulled the ruined leggings off completely. Mia got a full moon view of my ass and pussy as I dug out a fresh pair.

“I mean, if you want there to be a next time. I don’t know if you wanted this to be a one-off or if, like....”

Mia was stuttering for the first time instead of me, and it was the most adorable thing ever. I felt like the cougar she said I could be.

“Oh, there will be a next time. But I want to buy you dinner first. A proper date, Mia. If you don’t mind dating an older woman?”

Mia grinned ear to ear, and I could tell she was fighting to stop from jumping up and down. I wouldn’t have minded seeing that; her big titties bouncing, held in just by her sports bra. Mph.

“I have a thing for older women. You’re exactly my type. I’m more than happy to take you off the market.”

And I was happy to be taken off the market by someone like Mia.

Hi everyone, this is my very first post here. I'm a little anxious. It may be a bit different to some of the entries so I'd love if you'd give it a chance. Hopefully it will provide some welcome representation as well! This has been a great exercise getting me back into writing and I've worked very hard on this piece. Please enjoy and comments are most welcome, I love feedback! :)

Artemis stared intently at the small screen on his wrist. Two hours. That should be just enough time. He pressed several buttons activating a timer with a resolved grimace on his dark features. Then he glanced up to see the silhouette of a man stood in front of the large bay window across the room from him.

Brilliant hues of purples, blues, pinks, and greens danced among star clusters and galaxies in the heart of the super nova on display through the window. The view beyond gave an otherworldly backdrop to the man before him, the man he desired more than life itself. He was stood facing the stars, every curve and bulge of his broad muscular frame accentuated by the gentle star light. It was nearly too much for Artemis to bear and with four quick strides of his long legs, he had covered the distance between them.

In an instant he had wrapped his arms around the man from behind, pressing his body firmly against his back. He pressed his face against the fine blond hair, and brushed his lips into the neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of musk and masculinity. As though on queue, his member stirred in it's tucked position against the man's ass cheeks and gave an almost painful throb. A small groan escaped his lips.

"Well, that didn't take long, now did it?" said the man, his lips drawing into a smirk, eyes still fixed on the stars.

"Turn to me Aries, I cannot bear to be without your gaze any longer."

Aries turned slowly in his arms and Artemis drew in a heavy breath as the stunning features filled his vission. He drank in every detail, wishing to etch it into his mind forever. From his piercing ocean blue eyes to his chizzled jaw dusted with a fine stubble, to his blonde wavey hair and glowing contoured cheeks, Aries was a sight to behold. Artemis matched him for beauty, though his features were the opposite, with dark soulful verdant coloured eyes, straight close cropped auburn hair, and a thick curling beard and moustache over his rugged handsome face.

Artemis and Aries were passengers on the Infinity Blue Starship. They were part of a group of several thousand men, women, and children striking out from a dying world to a new home amongst the stars. The journey was long, estimated to take just over a year, even travelling as they were at the speed of light. It was a final effort to save the human race, so as expected, tickets had not been easy to come by.

Artemis and Aries had worked every day for years and sold every possession they owned but the shirts on their backs and even then they had barely been able to afford 4th class tickets. 4th class passengers were scarcely treated better than cargo. They were allowed one meal per day if they were lucky, slept on paper thin mats on the floor near the cargo bays, and were expected to serve on the ship keeping up with cleaning, maintenence, and catering to the every whim of the upper class passengers.

Worst of all, they were not allocated a spot on the escape pods in case of emergency. But even under these most undesirable conditions, no one complained, for they were bound for a new life and a hopeful beginning. Artemis and Aries had met on their very first day on board and had been inseparable ever since. When they weren't cleaning space toilets or waiting on snobby millionaires, they passed the long days exploring one another in mind, body and spirit. They walked hand and hand throughout the corridors of the great craft, talked for hours into the dark nights, and their most favourite activity, finding hidden passages, rooms and alcoves in which they could partake in the greatest pleasures of the flesh that either man had ever known.

Today was no different really. After a particularly taxing cleaning shift that had ended surprisingly abruptly, they had chosen to meet in their favourite spot; a quiet reading room off of the massive ship library. They had wasted no time in locking the hatch behind them and stripping down to the nude. And now an electricity as vibrant and alive as the blazing gas giants outside their window had begun to course through them.

Words were few during these most intimate encounters, for they were simply not needed. Theirs was a passion beyond description and the connection they shared often required little more than touch, taste, and primal desire. Artemis dipped his head slightly and covered Aries' soft luscious lips with his own. There was a sense of urgency in this kiss that was not usually found between two men who had the better part of a year ahead of them confined to the metal walls of a spaceship.

But today, they had little concern for song and dance and Artemis quickly deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue between quivering lips. Aries' moaned into his open mouth in response and a shudder overtook his body so that he nearly lost his footing had it not been for the muscular arms holding him tightly. His own member was quickly sparking to life and Artemis' kisses sent jolts of electricity from his lips, straight to his stomach which was already coiling with need.

Artemis released his hold and drew his hands to Aries' chest, feeling the hard pecs and brushing over erect nipples causing even more shivers to erupt.

Aries was now clawing at his back, pushing his own tongue into a clash for dominance. His hands reached down towards Artemis' ass and closed over his cheeks, squeezing them hard and pressing Artemis' growing cock into his own.

Suddenly, Artemis broke the kiss and growled, "Enough. On your back. Now."

He shifted uncomfortably as Aries immediately obeyed his command. His cock was now fully erect and throbbing painfully with every heartbeat. Never in his life had he been filled with such desire as he was at the sight of naked Aries. And no force of man or nature would stop him until he was satisfied.

Aries wasted no time in dropping to the floor and rolling onto his back. From the wild look in Artemis' eyes, he knew better than to wrestle for dominance today. Though both men enjoyed versatile positions, Artemis had a way of melting Aries like putty when he wanted to.

Aries flattened himself against the soft rug of the reading nook floor and stretched out his legs and arms, opening himself completely and freely to be the fulfilment of Artemis' desires. His heart was pounding rapidly against his chest and his cock was stood stiffly at attention pointing straight into the air, pulsing slightly and beginning to dribble precum. He felt his asshole clench in anticipation of being filled. Artemis took only a moment to admire the beautiful man with chiseled abs sprawled out before him, then he knelt and quickly lowered himself on top.

He placed his hands on either side of Aries' chest and began to grind his needy cock against him, flirting with his warm hole as he did so. As Artemis' tip brushed his most sensitive place, Aries let out a loud moan, thrusting his hips towards his lover and begging without words to be filled. But Artemis leaned forward to cover his mouth with another kiss, followed by a trail of kisses along his jaw then down his neck, tongue swirling in all the right places. Aries writhed and bucked beneath him, his cock tip now slick with precum as Artemis continued his intoxicating wet kisses and thrusts.

"A-Artemis, p-please!", cried Aries! "I, I need you inside, NOW!"

In reply, Artemis pulled back, grabbed hold of his manhood and let sloppy spit fall from his mouth, mixing with the precum already coating his cock. He thrust it twice into his hand to ensure it was well covered, moaning as he did. Then he lowered it towards Aries' tight hole and lifted his eyes to meet his gaze.

"I'm going to mate you now", he said slowly, and Aries felt himself nearly explode on the spot. He wasn't going to be able hold back his release for long.

Artemis leaned forward again and stretched his body over Aries. He grabbed hold of his hands which lay outstretched above his head and enterlocked their fingers.

"You're going to need something to hold on to" he growled, and Aries whimpered in response.

Then, without hesitation, he pushed himself against Aries' ass and with a primal grunt, felt his tip pop in. Pleasure flooded his body and judging by his rolling eyes, Aries felt the same. He pressed hard, feeling each inch slip deeper into the man he loved, gutteral noises slipping from his throat. Aries yelled as white hot pleasure shot through his core.

"Artemis, fuck me, I need--", but his breath was stollen away by a powerful thrust as Artemis retracted his member then heaved it forward with a heavy groan.

"AAAHHHH"

Artemis quickly found his rhythm as Aries threw back his head, eyes closed, mouth wide open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

He was gripping Artemis' hands so tightly, his nails begun to dig into skin. He could already feel his orgasm growing steadily as his lover's long shaft slammed against his swollen prostate. Artemis too was struggling to maintain control. This was to be no long love making session. With each thrust, Aries' warm muscled flesh carresed his dick, contracting and pulling him deeper. He felt pressure building in his balls and had to concentrate hard to maintain his thrusts. The moans of two men in the throws of passion filled the small room as the universe alone bear witness to their love.

Aries was the first to explode.

The friction of Artemis' belly against his throbbing cock and the radiating pleasure each thrust ricocheted through him, became too much. A strangled sound escaped his lips as he felt his cum shoot through his shaft and rocket into the space between them, covering them both. His back arched as Artemis' thrusts brought roap after roap of hot cum from him. His body contracted around the thick member within him, each throb bringing another wave of scorching pleasure.

Suddenly Artemis became even more erratic as he felt his own body pushing itself to climax. His balls felt as though they would burst and his stomach clenched with heavy pleasure. Aries' contracting muscles were pulling him helplessly towards the edge and he was done fighting. He locked eyes with a panting Aries, an expression of wild desire on his face.

"I'm going to-- I'm going to fill you now," he gasped.

"Please, breed me Artemis, I need your seed inside me!"

And with that, Artemis could no longer withstand the pressure. With a final ragged thrust, he drove his manhood balls deep into Aries and began to release himself inside. He gave small thrusts with each wave, never breaking contact from Aries' deep blue eyes. He cried out as orgasm rushed through him until at last he collapsed on top of his lover, sweat, spit and cum, coating their bodies. The two men held one another tightly, Artemis still inside, pulsing, pleasure flowing through them as they hurtled through space.

A couple orgasms later, the two reclined side by side, Artemis gently carressing Aries' spent member, elicting soft moans of contented pleasure from his lips. Echos of their lust fresh in their minds, they took in the view before them, fantastical clusters of stars and galaxies, drinking in the sight and feeling at one with eachother and the cosmos.

"I wish to make love with you for all of time", sighed Aries softly.

Artemis kissed his feather soft golden hair as his cheek rested against Aries' head and a tired smile stretched across his lips.

"Oh we will, my love. We shall feast on the pleasure of our passion for all eternity and we shall do so among the stars."

At that moment, as if on queue, Artemis' watch gave a shrill chime, bringing reality back to their peaceful haven. Aries turned in Artemis' embrace so that the two lovers were face to face. They gazed deeply into one another's eyes, Aries' deep blue as soulful and vast as an ocean and Artemis' forest green as vibrant and calming as a sprawling woodland. A single tear escaped Aries and a muted sob caught in his throat. Artemis squeezed his hand and gave a reassuring nod and then, in unison, they lowered their heads until warm lips met and carressed soft flesh.

Arms wrapped tightly, hearts pressed together beating as one, Artemis and Aries shared one final breath and then life began to seep away. The last of the crafts' lights dimmed suddenly and the low rumbles of mechanics ceased. All at once a deep vacuum of silence consumed them and the cold of deep space began to flow through the room as their bodies drifted slowly upwards, still locked in embrace.

Out the bay window, against the backdrop of the universe, the final escape pod jettisoned away from the hatch, leaving Artemis and Aries to their celestial tomb. And that night, their first night as stars, they found each other once again in the great beyond.

I stood in the kitchen with a Riedel glass of Clare Valley Reisling in my right hand. Chilled to exactly 7.5 degrees after all we are not heathens. In my left hand I held two blue PrEP pills. 

Looking up I saw the large wall clock at the end of the dining room made out of reclaimed timber. It looked like it belonged in a beach house that's painted white with blue trim. The ones people call cute but is really tacky. 

The clock is the last vestige of my ex partner who I told to leave just over 12 months ago. A few weeks after she left I filled a life long fantasy of fucking a trans girl to see if I am really bi. I still think about her on her back hands on the back of her knees pulling them towards her face and lifting her butt slightly off the bed. I stroked her cock with the same rhythm I was fucking her tight ass with. 

In the few months after that I'd fucked straight men, gay men, trans women and trans men. I called trans man bear because of his flat slightly hairy chest and beard. 

They all had names. Princess, slut, sissy, fuck boy and more. I never used real names. To hard to remember .

It was bear who made me realise I'm gay.  Grindr and sniffies have been like an endless all you can eat buffet since then. Two, three, four a week sometimes two at a time. Quantity over quality. 

I take the pills and walk to the bedroom. The latest is standing next to the bed naked and I stop to drink him in with my eyes. That perfect body somewhere between toned and ripped which was a jarring comparison to his overly feminine and submissive personality. 

As I take a mouthful of wine I run my hand down his abs and give his semi hard cock a squeeze .  Setting the glass down on the  the glass on the bedside table I kneel down and take is cock in my mouth. His breath hitched as he felt the cold wine in my mouth. I savoured the taste of wine and his cock while teasing him.

Standing up I layed down on the bed and he followed grabbing my cock and sucking on it like it was his first lollipop. What he lacked in experience he made up with enthusiasm, sliding down the shaft till he gagged and then coming up to tongue the tip. 

Sitting up he straddled me grabbing the lube off the bedhead. I told him to turn around so I could watch that ass. I don't think my seven and a half inch cock is anything special. It's as straight as it can get, perfect skin tone and not to veiny. It's the girth that gets them. He takes the tip. Then an inch. Then two inches slowly rising up and pushing down to get more. He is hungry for all of it now and when he reaches the bottom of my shaft he wriggles a little as of to settle the cock inside of him.

He rises until I I see the whole shaft except the tip and then he slides all the way down. He speeds up in his excitement. I slap him on the hip and tell him to slow down. Chided he slows down pouting till he almost stops. 

I sit up and wrap my left arm around him just above the hips.  My right hand Pushs between his shoulder blades and I'm flip him onto his knees face down on the sheets without pulling out. My hands on his back I ride him hard as if to chastise him for his pouting. 

My hands move to the sides of his hips. I can see the sweat on his back matching the sweat running down my chest. I pull his hips backwards as I thrust forwards. Momentum has gone. The rhythmic slap of our bodies has become chaotic. His back arch's and his body convulses as thick jets of cum explodes onto the sheets.  

He tries to pull away from  the pounding. He is done. But I'm not done. I grip his hips harder. Push my cock deeper and faster. He moans in that space between pleasure and pain. He whimpers. He has had enough and that is what makes me thrust as deep as I can and I stop as my cock convulses warm cum all over his insides.

He collapses. A sweaty mess of pure bliss. I take a sip of now warm wine. I'm disappointed. Not in guy in my bed but the warm wine.

When his panting slows I say to him "shower" and grab his hand and half pull him of the bed.

In the shower I clean ever inch of his body giving him the love that all bottoms should get because of the effort they put in. When I see his back I start getting hard. I want to go again in the shower but I know that it's just going to hurt him. 

Back in bed he lays there.  I can feel his confusion, his insecurities. He wants me to tell him he is a good boy. He wants hear me say how good a fuck he is. Instead I reach over with one hand and start playing with he sparce hair on his chest.

“I think so, but I don’t care! We do need to find another cheerleader though!” Dan says with a laugh.

“You are an asshole Mr!”

Amy says with a laugh. As she pushes Dan playfully back onto the bed.

Dan positions himself in the middle of the bed.

“True! However, I’m an asshole who loves you.”

Amy crawls onto Dan in the center of the bed. Her soft sexy body lying on top of him. Feeling small but safe on his 225 pound frame. Breasts pressed into his chest. Feeling his heart beat. Her lips find Dan’s. The excitement surges, the fireworks, the connection.

He places a massive hand on her ass and gives a firm squeeze, increasing the connection. As the other arm slowly drags his fingers up her spine with a whisper soft touch. This sent shivers up her spine.

Amy seductively slides down his body. Purposely her body welcomes his manhood. Dan releases a small moan and Amy gasps slightly as their body’s unite. Souls connecting from the pleasure.

Slowly she raises up and begins to grind her hips. Dan lays there. Mesmerized. That bussom that he loves swaying with her movement. Then that hair. That gorgeous hair, cascading down.

“Damn, your beautiful Baby Girl!”

Her wild hair, framing her face. A smile of unadulterated joy radiated out. Those eyes twinkling, communicating what words fail to express.

Amy continued to grind. She was starting to sweat and that made everything slide easily. Her body began to glisten. Dan began to squeeze her nipples, releasing another moan. She was getting close and knew what to do to get Dan there too.

She reached back and grabbed his balls and gave a gentle squeeze.

“Oh fuck!”

Dan’s hips bucked up and began to fill Amy, triggering her own orgasm. She falls to his chest, spent but very satisfied. They lay there, completely satisfied. Enjoying the moment.

XOXOXOXO

Amy decided it was time for an afternoon treat. She heads out to the snack bar to get a gelato.

She sits to watch the scenery go buy. Shorty, Trudy comes along and joins her.

“I see your new friend, Katie, was intrigued by Dan.” Trudy teased.

“Let’s go outside and talk.” Amy replies nervously.

They go outside and wrap themselves in a blanket and get under an infrared heater. They take a seat on a pair of deck chairs.

Amy takes a deep breath. “So Dan and I have an interesting sex life. We both enjoy having a woman as a third. I don’t touch other men. We always play together. It makes us both happy.”

“Have you ever been alone with a woman?” Trudy asks.

“Only once, with Dan’s blessing.”

“So just with single women?” Trudy asks.

“No, without disclosing to much, the husband was a cuck.”

“So what would you do with a couple then?” Trudy asks almost nonchalantly.

“Honestly I don’t know. We aren’t swingers. I have no interest in other men.” Amy replies, a little perplexed.

“So, would you be interested in a parallel adventure?”

“Define what you mean by parallel?” Amy’s interest obliviously peaked.

“Two couples, same room, same bed each doing there own thing. Watching and being watched.”

“Is that an invitation?” Amy asks.

“Possibly.”

“So the guys can only touch their partner, but are the girls allowed to touch?” Amy can feel her arousal.

“That point can be negotiated.” Trudy says with a big smile.

“Sounds like we might have some fun after our night cap tonight Trudy!”

XOXOXOXO

Dan and Amy are ready to head to dinner. Amy put the white dress on again, with the wide brown belt. She put on pantyhose, because Daddy loved them. Plus she thought it might add to the fun later.

“We do need to talk about something before we go get dinner though.” Amy tells Dan. “I had a conversation with Trudy this afternoon. They might be interested in parallel play tonight.”

“So what constitutes parallel play?” Dan asks obviously turned on.

“Each of us with our own partner. Watching and being watched.”

“So do you and Trudy get to fool around?”

“That is yet to be decided.”

“Well this might be a fun experiment! I’m game!”

They meet Larry and Tam along with Kenny and Trudy at the restaurant. The gentleman were all in collard shirts and dress pants. The woman however dressed up more.

Tam was wearing a tight red miniskirt with her black see through blouse and black bra. Trudy was wearing a short sundress with an open back. Although there wasn’t any cleavage the material clung to her breasts and draped beautifully over her ass. Her makeup was beautifully done and the gray and black hair made her look like the ultimate cougar.

They had a wonderful meal. Everyone enjoyed seafood. Only Kenny and Amy balked at the sushi and oysters appetizer.

Kenny’s “I don’t eat bait.” Made everyone at the table laugh. So those two shared a crab and lobster dip.

Amy excused herself from the table to freshen up. As she walked in, Katie was just finishing.

“So is it still alright if I join you guys for the comic show tonight, Amy?”

“Absolutely! We will save you a seat.”

“Good. Didn’t want things to be awkward. This afternoon was the best sex I’ve ever had!”

“Dan’s moto is life is to short for boring sex.”

“You know, I wondered why a beautiful woman like yourself was with him. I completely understand now!”

“No, you don’t. I had a failed marriage. I was a lost lonely soul, that got lucky enough to find a man who romanced me and fed my soul. The sex is a definite bonus though.” They both laughed. “ You know if you’re interested in another adventure, Larry and Tam might provide something you haven’t ever experienced.”

“I will keep that in mind. I will meet you in the observation lounge a little later.”

Amy returned to the table and they continued with a wonderful discussion and meal. The gentleman had to try two desserts each. The three of them had forged a strong friendship in the short time they had known each other.

As everyone was headed up to the Observation Lounge for a pre show drink, Dan and Kenny hung back.

“Dan, Trudy was telling me about a possibility of what might happen later. I want you to know, I’m on board with the ground rules. However there is one request.”

“Good. What’s the request?”

Kenny explained everything. Dan smiled and slapped Kenny on the back.

“I will clear all that with the boss, but I think we can make that happen.”

Dan and Kenny joined the group in the lounge. A lady was playing the piano in the background. Soon Katie joined them. Everyone laughed and exchanged stories.

Embarrassing stories came up. Everyone had one, all of them were risqué. Dan told the story of time Kayla caught them post sex in the kitchen.

Kenny and Trudy admitted to getting caught in the act in the barn by a salesman. “ The old boy did applaud when we were done!” Kenny said with a laugh.

While Larry and Trudy admitted to being caught by in the act by Trudy’s parents while on vacation.

“After the shock wore off a bit, my Dad thought it was hilarious. He admitted later they were sneaking off to do the same thing!” Trudy says with tears of laughter streaming down her face.

When Amy’s turn came around, she recounted Kayla catching them having car sex. Including the “We just ran out of gas officer!” Line. Everyone laughed.

“So you all have had car sex?” Katie asked. “I always thought that was urban legend stuff!”

“Hell, we are all just legends then!” Kenny says with his soft drawl.

They all headed to see the comedian at the show. Amy noticed Katie starting to engage with Larry and Tam. Dan sidetracked Amy for a second.

“Kenny and I talked. He is on board with your rules. He did say there is something on Trudy’s sexual bucket list they would like to try tonight.”

“What is it?” Amy asks, very much turned on.

Dan whispers it in Amy’s ear.

“Really! That slut!” Amy says unable to hide the shock. “That is something I have no desire to try!”

“Do you mind if…..”

“If you want to, I have zero problems with that. Don’t be too good at it though. I might change my mind!”

Dan laughed. “You know, you hold all the cards Baby Girl. You can call it off any time.”

“I know, Daddy. Only rule is you have to satisfy me first!”

They caught up with the others at the show. The comedian, was very enthusiastic and entertaining. They were all in the mood to laugh.

After the show, they all went back to the lounge with the dance music. After another drink and a couple of dances. Trudy grabs Amy’s hand for just a second and nods her head. They both head to the ladies room.

“I’m told everyone is in agreement.” Trudy says very seductively.

“Yes, we are. So do you and I get to start the evening?”

Trudy steps over and passionately kisses Amy. She slides her hand up her short sundress and squeezes Trudy’s ass. That drew a huge gasp.

“We better go grab the men before this goes to far!”

Trudy and Amy got back to the table and it was just Dan and Kenny sitting there.

“Where did Larry, Tam and Katie go?” Amy asks.

“All three said they were tired and needed to get to bed!” Kenny said with his thick drawl. “They didn’t say anything about sleeping through.”

“Well at least we don’t have to come up with a lame excuse!” Trudy says with a giggle.

The men take the ladies out to the dance floor. Kenny grabs Amy and begins ushering her around the dance floor. He almost as tall as Dan but almost 75 pounds lighter. His body was hard and strong though. The man could also dance.

“Miss Amy, I want you to know, I will 100 percent abide by your rules. However, it doesn’t mean I’m not going to have major temptations! You can’t hold my thoughts against me!” Kenny says with his smooth accent.

“Kenny, it’s a good thing Dan can’t flirt as good as you or we would never come out of our suite! Can I ask what is behind tonight?”

“Yes you can. It’s part of a happy ending that for a long time I was afraid wasn’t going to be. It’s a long story but let’s just say we now appreciate how beautiful and yet delicate life is. It all is a story for later though!”

Kenny spins Amy one last time then guides her over to Dan and Trudy.

“Let’s go somewhere more private, to continue this party. Kenny drawls.

XOXOXOXO

They get back to Kenny and Trudy’s suite.

“You gentlemen take take a seat on the couch while Amy and I get comfortable.” Trudy orders.

Both women kick off their heels, they kiss passionately standing in the middle of the room. Amy turns around for Trudy to unzip her dress. She is left standing, in her tan, sheer seamless pantyhose sans a thong. Her kitty perfectly encased in nylon. The open cup bra with sparkling nipple jewelry on full display. Kenny and Dan both let out a low whistle at the sight.

Amy returns the favor and releases the the top of Trudy’s sundress and it drops to the floor. Amy can see Dan’s eyes get big, so she steps around front for a view.

Most of her torso was covered with a tattoo. From her breasts to her kitty, a beautiful color tattoo covered her stomach and chest. Trudy could see the shock in Dan and Amy’s eyes.

“About 10 years ago, I was in a horrible accident with lots of internal injuries. The Drs did a fantastic job with the surgeries but there were scars. They were a reminder of the trauma. Our daughter got a floral tattoo over her C-section scar and it was beautiful. So I got mine covered too! Not to forget but to celebrate my survival!”

“They look amazing Trudy!” Amy says with a smile. “ Do you have a matching set Kenny!”

Kenny laughs. “I’m not man enough to endure what she did! Besides I’m a pansy and hate needles!”

That brakes the ice! Everyone laughs as Amy and Trudy crawl on the bed and begin to kiss and explore each other’s bodies. They kiss and softly touch each other. Her fingers tease Amy’s pierced nipples. She then begins to tease each one with kisses. Her hand reaches down to play with the nylon clad kitty.

“You wear pantyhose for Dan don’t you.”

Before Amy can answer Dan responds.

“Yes she does, and I love it!”

“Well I’m going to ruin them!” With that she rips open the crotch to begin fingering Amy’s kitty. “Well I’m not the only one with a surprise!” As she finds the clit piercing.

“That is Dan’s favorite one!”

Amy says.

“True, although I love them all!” Dan says as the 2 men join the ladies in bed. They spend the next half hour, making love to their partner and watching the other couple. It was a bit overwhelming for Dan and Amy. At times they would start to get lost in their own pleasure, then there would be a sound that would snap them back to the reality of what was happening.

Finally, Kenny asked. “Dan are you ready?”

“I am, if Trudy is!”

With that Trudy, got in doggy position on the end of the bed. Dan grabbed the lube off the nightstand. Amy went and laid beside Kenny on the bed. They held hands as Dan prepared Trudy’s starfish. Trudy’s eyes got big when Dan’s finger entered her hole.

“Fuck! That feels good.”

Kenny leaned over and whispered in Amy’s ear.

“Thank you.”

Trudy whimpered as a second finger went in. She breathed deeply and relaxed. They watched as Dan slowly slid into Trudy. Stretching her hole to accommodate his cock.

“Alright, I think we are ready!”

With that Trudy climbs on top of Kenny and slides her kitty onto his cock. She then kisses Amy.

Dan climbs onto the bed and lubes his cock. He then positioned himself over Trudy. Lining his cock with her asshole, he slowly enters her. Giving her time to adjust.

“Oh, fuck! Oh fuck, fuck!” Trudy moans as she grabs Amy’s hand. Slowly Dan fully penetrates her. “Oh my god! I’m so full!”

Slowly Dan slides back out. Trudy whimpers. He relubes and slides in easily. Then he begins to thrust. He reaches up and grabs a handful of hair and pulls her head back, continuing to thrust.

“You slut! Your loving my man’s cock in your ass! Only whores want 2 cocks in them!” Amy says turning on the dirty talk.

“I’m a cock whore!” Trudy moans. “Use my holes!”

Amy reaches over and pinches a nipple. The surprise pain registers on Trudy’s face.

Kenny and Dan find a matching rhythm and turn up the pleasure. Trudy starts to moan loudly, but Amy grabs the thong off the nightstand and shoves it in her mouth. She can tell everyone is close.

“Shut up you cheap slut!”Amy says. She then goes stands beside Dan. Trudy continues to moan.

WHAP! Amy slaps her ass. Releasing her orgasm.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” As she starts to shake, both men release ropes of cum into her body.

Trudy gushed all over the bed and Dan. She lurches forward her body a quaking mass.

Quickly Amy wraps herself around Trudy, holding her tight. Followed by Kenny and Dan.

Slowly Trudy starts to breathe normally. She looks Amy in the eyes. “No wonder you never left!”

What would it be like?

The switches and buttons from the console might catch on her ass…but she wouldn't mind. She could have one hand on his shoulder…another holding fast to the conduit mounted to the side of the pillar that divided the canopy glass. She might even put her leg on the front of her flight seat for support. The glass would be cold...but the contrast might be thrilling. She'd watch his eyes as he fucked her…their juices dripping down between each slow thrust to smear across the communications panel and eventually down to the floor below. His forearm would ripple as his thumb traced tight circles around her clit.

They're a good team…they'd be a good fu—

THUNK

She gasped and jumped in her seat as another rock from the debris field struck the side of the hull. She blinked rapidly as she took in her surroundings…where she'd been for —

Eight hours, fourteen minutes.

Commander Nessa Lampard had done the math four times. It didn't change, and she was losing her ability to focus.

She stared at the holo-radar floating above the instrument panel, its soft blue light painting the cockpit in something that almost looked peaceful if you didn't know what the contacts meant. Seven of them. Sitting just beyond the ring's dense debris field like patient dogs. Anacondas, mostly — heavy enforcement ships running Federation-adjacent markings that didn't fool anyone. Hired. Well-equipped. Content to wait.

So are we, she thought. We're just better at it.

The Sidewinder groaned around her — a low metallic complaint from somewhere in the port hull, metal expanding in the heat. She'd stopped counting those too. The temperature gauge on the secondary panel read thirty-eight degrees and climbing, and the single amber caution light above it had been blinking its patient, useless warning for the last three hours. She knew it was hot. The way her thermosuit — standard issue Federation undersuit, designed for the typical chill of space travel and doing precisely nothing for her in these conditions — clung to every surface of her body told her it was hot.

She shifted in the commander's chair and tried to remember what she'd been calculating.

Threat vectors. That was it. Secondary approach angles through the debris field, if the pirates decided patience wasn't working and tried to come in behind the rocks instead of waiting at the edge. She'd been running the geometry in her head — the mass shadow of the gas giant below them, the density of the ring debris, the likely sensor range on an Anaconda running active scanning —

Her eyes focused for a moment on a particularly large rock drifting between their ship and the field of stars beyond. A rotating black void against the backdrop of sparkling lights. Turning. Slowly.

She imagined embracing him in zero gravity…rotating slowly before that same field of stars.

Seven contacts. Holding position. No change in —

Without clothes she would feel his body heat radiate against her skin as they spun.

Nessa. She gave herself the word like a command. You are a Federation Commander with a tactical problem and a beacon running and approximately four hours before the situation resolves one way or another. You are not —

Their spin might slow, like a dance among the stars, as his tongue parted the lips between her legs, and she called out his name as he —

The ship's AI chimed softly. That pleasant tone that always managed to sound like it had all the time in the world…

"Power redistribution at eighty-five percent. Gravity systems will be restored in low-power mode upon completion. Estimated time to full redistribution: forty minutes. Stand by."

She struggled to recall the entirety of the ship’s latest announcement...and the Lieutenant spoke.

"Commander."

She looked up with a start and felt the heat move into her face before she could stop it. He was watching her from the co-pilot's seat with an expression she couldn't immediately classify — not quite concern, not quite amusement, something careful in between. The amber caution light strobed slowly across the side of his face. His thermosuit was unsealed to the waist, the top half floating free in the zero-gravity, and the cabin light caught the sheen of perspiration across his chest and shoulders and she became suddenly, acutely aware of her own nipples making a case for themselves against the thin material of her suit.

She looked back at the radar and became conscious of the fact that she had been bracing heavily into the seat with her hand between her legs…and may or may not have been grinding against it while she daydreamed.

"You catch that?" he said. His voice was easy.

"Gravity systems," she said. "Forty minutes."

Her wrist and the seat cushion beneath it were wet. Perspiration or —

"That'll be nice." He leaned across her — she felt the warmth of him before he arrived, smelled him again — and pressed the acknowledge button on the AI panel while his bicep crossed her eyeline and she stared at it with the focused intensity of someone trying very hard to look at something else.

His hand brushed her thigh ever so gently as he settled back.

Her breath caught.

She let it out in something that wasn't quite a sigh and wasn't quite a moan, and it escaped before she could stop it.

He raised an eyebrow. She cursed herself.

She needed to check the coolant pressure in the secondary loop. It didn't need checking — she'd checked it forty minutes ago and it hadn't changed and wouldn't change — but she needed her nipples and the drenched undersuit between her legs to be somewhere that wasn't directly beside him.

She pushed up from the commander's chair and drifted, weightless, toward the rear panel.

"The secondary coolant loop is nominal," he said behind her.

"I'm aware of that, Lieutenant." Her voice came out exactly right. Clipped. Final. The voice that had ended a hundred conversations she didn't want to be having.

She heard his co-pilot station shift behind her.. Then, softly: "Nessa."

Not her rank.

Her name — her name — in a voice she'd never heard him use before, low and kind, like he'd made a decision somewhere in the last hour while she was busy not thinking about him. She felt it land somewhere between her shoulder blades and travel downward.

She kept her back to him. Her hand found the coolant panel and rested there, doing nothing.

The cabin was very quiet. Debris ticked against the hull. The caution light pulsed its slow amber beat.

She felt him before she heard him — a warmth behind her, close, and then the lightest possible touch at her side, just above her hip, fingers barely there through the thin material of her suit. She spun on instinct.

He kissed her before she'd finished turning, one hand finding her jaw, one her hip, and for three full seconds she let it happen — his mouth warm and certain against hers, the taste of him, the smell of him finally and completely present after eight hours of calculated distance — and she felt something she'd been holding tightly, for years probably, begin to release its grip.

Then she pushed him back. Both hands flat on his chest. Hard enough to send him drifting backwards in zero gravity.

His expression didn't change. He let himself drift.

She stared at him. Her chest rising and falling. Warmth blooming in her chest. Anger…or —

"That," she said, and her voice was doing everything right even while the rest of her was not, "was a serious breach of —"

She stopped.

The silence took over the cockpit and said everything she hadn't.

She looked at him floating there in the amber light, patient, his thermosuit half-open, waiting for her with the particular quality of stillness that she recognized — she'd seen it in the mirror her whole adult life — as someone holding themselves very deliberately in check.

You are so stupid, she told herself. You are so completely —

She pushed off the rear panel.

She crossed the cockpit in one weightless movement and he caught her — and spun her, smooth and practiced, the zero-gravity working for him now, and she found herself beneath him as they came to rest against her own pilot seat with a soft thud, his hands gripping the headrest on either side of her head, his body a warm canopy above hers.

They looked at each other for one suspended second.

His mouth found hers again and she stopped thinking entirely.

He tasted like recycled air and something underneath it that was just him, and she kissed him back with eight hours of accumulated patience finally spent all at once. His hands moved to her hips and then her waist and her hands found the back of his neck and pulled him closer and the amber light strobed across them both like a slow heartbeat.

She felt him hard against her and made a sound into his mouth.

He heard it.

He pulled back just far enough to look at her face — and then lowered himself, his lips finding her jaw, her neck, the hollow of her collarbone where sweat had gathered and stayed in the zero gravity, still and warm and waiting.

She held herself against the seat with both hands and let him work downward.

His mouth found her breast through the thermosuit and she felt her nipple respond immediately against his lips, already hard from hours of announcing itself without her permission. He lingered there — teasing, knowing — until she shifted beneath him with impatience.

He moved lower.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her undersuit and drew it down and off — one smooth movement, the fabric joining the rest of the mission-irrelevant debris drifting near the overhead panel — and then he wrapped both arms around her thighs and his legs lifted slowly, drifting free behind him in the zero gravity, and he lowered his face between her legs.

Only his arms and his mouth remained tethered to her.

She felt his tongue part her and closed her eyes and gripped the seat frame with both hands.

He knew what he was doing. His tongue worked with focus while his thumbs pressed into the inside of her thighs, holding her open, and she felt the pressure build with the logic of something inevitable.

She came without warning.

Her thighs closed around his head and her back arched away from the seat and the sound she made was involuntary and unguarded and she felt her whole body lock and then release in long, rolling waves. She was dimly aware of his arms tightening around her legs as she moved, holding on, letting her use him exactly as she needed. She rode it out with her knuckles white on the seat frame and her face turned up to the canopy glass and nothing in her head at all.

When she came back she was shaking slightly.

She looked down at him.

His wet mouth. His eyes. His legs still drifting somewhere above them both.

"Lieutenant," she said. Her voice had abandoned her entirely.

He smiled against her thigh. Kissed it once. Then began to pull himself upright.

She watched him reach down and strip the last of his undersuit away. It drifted past her face but she didn't track it because she was watching him — watching him wrap one hand around his cock and she let out a slow breath through her nose at the sight of it. Flushed and hard and ready and pointed at her like a compass finding north.

He stroked himself once and she watched his forearm move and felt her body clench with want.

He brought the head of him to her lips and teased himself against them as she grabbed his wrist with increasing tightness.

"Don't," she said. Quiet.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't tease me." Her grip tightened on his wrist. "Not now."

He pressed forward.

Shallow at first — just enough, a question — and then back. Then deeper, a breath of stillness, and back. She felt herself open for him with each advance, her body making room, slick and wanting, and she kept her eyes on his face the whole time because she needed to see what this was doing to him as much as she needed to feel it.

All the way in.

Her teeth came together. Her breath left her in a single, controlled exhale.

They held perfectly still for one moment — both of them — as if acknowledging what had just become true between them.

Then he began to move.

He needed both hands to maintain position in zero gravity, she noted. His grip moved between her hips and the seat frame as he found his rhythm, the physics demanding constant adjustment, every thrust requiring both of them to compensate. She reached down with one hand and found her clit with her middle finger and began to work in slow circles while he moved. Her fingertip grazed his shaft occasionally as he pressed in and out of her — the wet slide of him against her fingers — and she felt his rhythm stutter each time she made contact.

She watched his face. Watched the effort in it, the concentration, the thing he was trying not to let show.

She glanced past him at the canopy.

The two pylons at either side of the central glass panel had handholds mounted towards the ceiling of the cockpit. She'd never thought about them much before.

She thought about them now.

She waited.

She felt him begin to change — the slight shortening of his breath, the tension gathering in his lower back, his ass beginning to clench in that way that told her everything she needed to know about where he was heading.

Not yet, she decided.

His grip on her hip loosened by half a degree.

“Wait…” She said.

She sat up and pulled his hands from the seat frame to her body — and the moment his grip released the chair, she pushed off with her legs.

They came free of the chair together in a slow tumbling arc in zero gravity, his eyes going wide as they turned end over end. His grip on her tightened and with her free hands she found the pylon handholds as they spun toward the canopy and she planted her feet on either side of him. She pressed him back against the canopy glass beyond with the back of her thighs.

The stars behind his head. His ass against the cold canopy. His cock still hard between them, suspended. Searching.

He laughed softly…an expression that meant he was genuinely surprised and was going to pay attention.

She held the handholds and looked up at him.

She brought the head of him to her entrance and held him there. Felt him twitch against her. Watched his jaw tighten.

He reached for her hip.

She let him wait.

His other hand found her thigh and pressed and she felt the desperation in his grip and was satisfied by it and made him wait another moment longer before she began to press down over him — one slow inch at a time — until she'd taken all of him and their bodies came to rest together with her hips flush against his.

She leaned in close.

"Ok, now I’m ready," she said quietly, into the space beside his ear. "I won’t stop until you’re empty."

She felt him exhale against her neck.

Then she began to rise and fall. Fall and rise? They were fucking upside down at this point…

She set a pace, found an angle, and at the top of each stroke she tilted her hips — rotating around his head, feeling every ridge of him describe a slow circle inside her — before driving back down. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the cockpit. Wet. Rhythmic. Increasingly urgent. His hands found her breast and her hip and she felt his thumb press into the crease where her hip met her thigh and she concentrated on the depth of him each time she reached the bottom of her stroke.

Thud.

His ass, slick with sweat, slapped against the canopy glass. She felt it reverberate through his whole body and into hers.

Thud.

Again. The hull carrying the sound.

Thud.

She was going faster now. His hand on her breast had become a grip, fingers splayed and tightening, and she watched his face lose the last of its composure one layer at a time and felt the deep satisfaction of confirmed intelligence.

His ass was clenching again. She could feel it in his thighs against hers. His breath had stopped being regular. His cock was harder than it had been — she felt that too, that final hardening — and his grip on her breast tightened into something that would leave marks and she didn't care about marks.

She brought herself down hard and held.

Felt him begin to pulse.

Deep and insistent and unmistakable, the throb of him building inside her, and she wrapped both legs around him and locked her ankles and held the handholds and ground herself against him with everything she had. Her pussy lips dragging against the trimmed hair at the base of his cock with every small movement, the pressure building at the exact point where they were joined, and she felt her own body beginning to answer his —

The AI chimed somewhere below them.

Neither of them heard it.

His cock was pumping now, filling her in waves she felt all the way through, and she was shuddering around him, contracting in long rhythmic pulses that she felt from the inside out, and the sound between their bodies had become something slick and obscene and perfect as his cum began to work free with every movement, warm and abundant, and she didn't stop. She rose and fell through it — through his helpless gasping and her own shuddering and the wet sounds of their combined bodies — until she had wrung every last thing from both of them and the last of her strength left her hands on the pylons and she collapsed against his chest.

The droplets around them caught the amber light.

Sweat. Other things. Drifting in the silence.

"Nessa —"

She pressed her mouth to his before he could finish. Felt his arms come around her and held the kiss until her breathing slowed and she tasted everything between them and the droplets continued their patient orbit in the space around them.

"Nessa —"

She kissed him again.

"Alert. Alert. Power redistribution complete. Gravity systems restored. Brace for —"

Gravity arrived all at once.

They came down across the instrument console in a graceful disaster — a tangle of bare limbs that found every hard edge available, her elbow on the comm panel, his knee somewhere unfortunate, a slow smear of everything they'd made together across the face of the radar display. She noted this with the detached calm of a woman who had simply run out of reactions.

She stood.

Squared her shoulders.

"Heat sink," she said. "Now. Before the system surge reads on their sensors."

He was already moving. Two strides to the port panel, the ejection lever, a shudder through the hull as the canister fired — and then the ship exhaled, the temperature gauge beginning its rapid fall, and frost crept across the metal surfaces around them. Up the canopy glass. Slow and white. Obscuring the stars until the asteroid field outside became shapes and shadows.

She couldn’t help but notice how the frost traced the smear against the glass where his wet ass cheeks had slammed against it moments ago.

She stood and caught her breath and watched the temperature gauge.

He had his back to her at the secondary panel. Naked except for standard issue Federation socks. Nothing else.

She heard it before she understood it. A soft, irregular sound near her feet. She looked down.

His cum was tracing slow paths down the insides of her thighs — gravity with its opinions — meeting the deck in small, quiet drops.

And alongside it, threaded through it, a thin streak of red.

She stared at it.

He turned. He looked at her face. He looked down. Something shifted in his expression — not alarm exactly, something more careful than that — and he crossed the flight deck toward her.

He turned her gently by the hip and found the small cut on the back of her thigh where the instrument panel had left its mark. He considered it.

"Let me take a look," he said quietly.

She bent over her flight chair obediently. Both hands on an armrest, one foot lifted to the side of the seat.

She felt him lower himself behind her.

He kissed the cut. Once, soft. Then — she felt his tongue, warm and slow, cleaning the blood away, and a sound came out of her that she hadn't planned and she pressed her forehead against her hands and said fuck under her breath in a tone normally reserved for hull breaches and weapons locks.

In the cold air goosebumps covered her ass and her nipples stood at attention once more.

He didn't stop.

His mouth moved from the cut to the curve of her ass and lower, and she felt him begin to work through everything they'd left behind — patient, thorough, his tongue and fingers parting her from behind and finding the places his cock had just left warm and full and wanting more apparently, because her body responded immediately and her foot pressed harder into the side of the seat and she looked back over her shoulder at him.

His free hand was working his cock back to attention. This pleased her.

She straightened up and took him by the wrist and walked him to the captain's chair and pushed him into it. His bare ass met the seat and his cock stood at half-staff and made no apologies. She lowered herself in front of him with the focused intention of a woman who had assigned herself a task.

Her hands found him. Her eyes found his.

She took him into her mouth slowly and felt him respond immediately — a sharp intake of breath, his hand finding the back of her buzz cut head, holding on with the careful collaboration of someone who had learned, in the last hour, how she preferred to be handled.

She cleaned him first. Slow and thorough. Tasting everything — him, herself, all of it — and swallowing without breaking eye contact. His stomach tightened above her. His other hand gripped the side of the seat.

She felt him harden completely under her attention and felt his hips begin to answer it and held them down with her forearms on his thighs. He made a sound that started as a laugh and ended as something else entirely and said motherfucker at the ceiling in the voice of a man running out of options.

She pulled her lips back to the head and stayed shallow, her hand taking over the shaft below. She rose once, spit onto him without ceremony, worked it down with her fist, and felt his cock answer before she'd even returned her mouth. She found the underside of his head with her tongue and held there — consistent, unwavering — and listened to what that produced.

His ass lifted against her. She held him down.

His cock was pulsing now — she felt it in her palm, in her lips, the gathering tension of a man about to lose the argument completely. She pulled back slightly. Prepared herself. Held his shaft in both hands as his cock began to pump and let his cum fill her mouth in slow, warm waves and she stayed with every last moment of it, swallowing. Her eyes closed this time.

He shook his head slowly at the ceiling.

She rose. Wiped her chin with the back of her hand. Sat back on her heels and looked at him in his chair — spent, grateful, still wearing his socks — and felt the deep satisfaction of a mission completed.

Outside the canopy, past the thinning frost, a new contact resolved on the radar.

Federation markings. Three ships running escort formation, moving fast through the ring debris toward their position.

The cavalry. Eight hours and fourteen minutes late.

Neither of them noticed.