We See Sex

A New York City Apartment

Marla D. Deering, born Marla Darling Dexter, was bored. She slumped in the luxuriously over-stuffed chair and frowned at her loneliness. Her life had gone from an exciting and liberating string of clubs and one night stands to endless days at home and one familiar “stand” per week. Her old friends never called and she longed for their jibing and teasing about her previous lifestyle. She’d married one of those very special ones she’d met, and didn’t regret a single thing about her man, but she was seriously unfulfilled with just him. Perhaps there was no man who could ever keep her happy. And now that she was married, it seemed her entire previous life, friends and family alike, were gone. Her only friend now, in the long daytime hours and the several nights alone each week, was a box, filled with imitating, stimulating, only somewhat exhilarating tools to help her stay afloat in her dismal sea of gloom. Life suddenly sucked.

She was confused too, on top of the loneliness. How could this be? Mark had been such a great lover before their marriage. He had never failed to satisfy her when they made love, and he’d never been far from her side all during their short courtship in her apartment. She’d asked him to move in and he’d done so, under the agreement that anything longer term would be taking place in his apartment, not hers. His was bigger, on the upper east side, and closer to his job in New York. She was to quit her job on Long Island, for he made a lot of money in the city and this would enable them to be together before and after work more quickly, and even during lunch. What they both failed to recognize was that his business, advertising, kept him late most nights he was in town, and required he visit his two biggest clients each week. One was in California, and the other in Texas. Mark was good about coordinating them both to occur on the same trip, a regular run to California on Tuesday mornings, back to Houston on Wednesday morning, and then back to New York on Thursday morning. He invariably had too much to do as a result of being away for two and a half days so he usually went right to the office from Laguardia and came home to the apartment after eight again that night. The result was that they saw, it seemed to Marla, even less of each other than before. How could that be, she asked herself for the ten thousandth time.

Did he not care for her anymore? Was he seeing someone else? Had she suddenly become less than attractive? Had she done something wrong? Marla examined the circumstances befalling her again and again, each lonely moment without him, and always came to the same conclusion. She felt he had lost his urge to go out of his way for her, now that he could rely on her being home when he got there. He had taken her for granted. It was his fault. It had to be. She hadn’t changed a bit, damnit. This could not be laid off on her. Her body was still as hot, as voluptuous, as firm as it was a year ago. She still wore all the slinky and revealing underwear, all the clinging lingerie, the perfume she had always worn. She still prepared herself for his every return to their home, just as she had before they were married. And now, she didn’t even go out with anyone else of course. She saved her every sensuous nerve ending just for Mark.

She was his slave, for sex or anything else. And yet, she sat for the umpteenth time, alone, wanting, beginning to nervously squirm once again at thoughts of her husband in bed, and the many more men she wished she still had to fulfill her life. This could not go on.

Flight 24, New York to Los Angeles

Mark Deering boarded the Tuesday morning flight to Los Angeles International Airport. He found his first class seat in the First Class section and easily lifted his small suitcase to the overhead bin. Despite his obvious lack of need for help, he felt the impression of what could only be a pair of large breasts into his back.

“Can I help you?” Came the voice, soft and somewhat low in pitch.

Mark turned inside the woman’s arms, outstretched as if to reach up to the bag. When he faced her, she let her arms linger just a little longer than necessary, before smiling devilishly and withdrawing. She dropped her arms, and her forehead as if shy and suddenly embarrassed.

“Maybe later,” Mark said, smiling back and winking before he bent to fold himself into his seat.

The flight attendant stepped up to the side of his aisle seat, reached above him, and slowly closed the bin door. The view this gave the man in 2A was just what she had wanted to give.

Mark was suddenly flipped on like a switch. Her thighs were just beside his face, her short skirt hiked way up to reveal the top of her hose, and what had to be the last piece of her thighs before they joined. Had he dropped just slightly in his seat, he would be able to catch a glimpse. He did.

Elizabeth Langer looked down for a second while she falsely made as if to push again on a too big bag to cram it into the confined space of the overhead bin. She knew already what she would see, and was delighted to be right once again. The Tuesday regular was hunched down slightly in his seat, his face inches from her mound, and suddenly dropping a couple inches further to get a good look. She took a deep breath as she looked back up at the bin and closed its door. One last trick she used in this little act was to fake a sudden release of the bin as if she’d lost her balance and let her torso move forward, pushing her mound right into the man’s face. She let her left hand come down on the seat back to the passenger’s left, and her right on the seat beside him too. This resulted in her ample breasts, made to appear even larger as they hung down in their sheer bra, suddenly hanging directly in front of Mark’s face. She accompanied the “fall” with a muffled, “Oh!”

Mark couldn’t resist her breasts anymore than he could resist her thighs and what lurked between them. He leaned his head forward while raising both hands in a “natural” effort to “support” her in her fall. They were both pleased with the results: Mark got his “feels” and Beth felt the man’s hands on her stiff nippled breasts. It was all of course, a well orchestrated personal greeting played out many times before. She couldn’t wait.

Back in the New York City Apartment

Marla rose from her heavily cushioned nest and walked slowly to the bedroom. They lived in an apartment with a terrace overlooking 84th street, facing south, and she walked by the living room windows without so much as thinking about their curtains being open. She was already in her workout clothes, ready to go to the gym, but the sensations raging in her body were too much to resist. She had to take care of things that needed taking care of, now.

Pulling her loose fitting top over her head as she entered the bedroom, she noticed now that the curtains were open here too. She had left them that way as she had readied to leave only minutes ago. The light was the last ingredient to waking up in the morning. It validated the day and took great advantage of their south facing apartment’s windows.

She stopped suddenly however, realizing she had just bared her sports bra to all who might look from the building across 84th street. Thoughts began racing through her mind, thoughts new to her, provocative thoughts, dangerous thoughts as well. Why not leave the curtains open?

She stood there for several minutes considering what she was going to do. She began rationalizing the idea by saying that there were probably no men home at this time of day. Only women would see her, if anyone at all. That didn’t bother her. She had been in far too many gyms and locker rooms and dressed and undressed completely in the full view of other women to care at all. The only thing that had ever bothered her in the least, and this not very much, was how the women all seemed to gawk at her lovely body and long waving red hair.

Marla made her decision and turned abruptly on her heel and faced the bathroom. She waited there for a moment and then slipped a thumb under her gym shorts on either hip, pushing them down slowly to the floor. She could have let them fall once they had cleared the widest portion of her hips, but she wanted to feel sexy, to feel vulnerable, to perform for the curtainless windows. Her movement brought her head down below her hips as she pushed the shorts all the way to the floor.

She had not showered yet this morning and could smell herself. Her pussy was already “sweating” and had made its presence known to her in the form of her scent. It intoxicated her embarrassingly, taunting her to touch herself. But she wanted to extend her pleasure. There was no hurry.

Marla could have simply lifted her feet from the discarded garment too, but that longing feeling for something stirring was grasping her more and more tightly the more she complied with its wishes. She bent a knee and lifted one ankle from her shorts, placing it back down on top of them. A similar procedure took place with the other foot and the shorts were free of her body.

She rose to a standing position. As if to check to see if anyone was looking, she glanced over her shoulder at the windows. There were no eyes she could see. There were no naked men standing in a window, masturbating to her show. There were not even any women watching, no one at all. She was still alone, still unsatisfied, still very lonely. The windows looked back however, all the while keeping hope alive that someone might just see her from beyond, and that much alone gave her inspiration to continue.

Marla flipped her hair back over her head and fluffed and smoothed it down with her hands. She couldn’t help but look down at her breasts. They were severely restrained in her sports bra and needed some care, some massaging, some attention. The decision was made, the next act defined. She was going through with this little episode of exhibitionism and without regard to repercussions. If anything happened, anyone said anything, she could easily talk her way out of any contentions that she was a nymphomaniac or otherwise deviant person. This was truly the first time she had ever done this. There was no way anyone could point to repeated behavior and have her thrown out of the building. And besides, there was no one looking. She had seen that for herself. She would try this once and see just what affect it had on her.

Marla looked down at her feet and kicked her shorts up to the bed with a flare. They landed on the edge but held there. In the process, she had turned herself about ninety degrees toward the bed. She could look to her right now to see out the window, but she refused to interrupt her actions. First one hand and then the other went behind her and up to the clasp on her sports bra. She preferred this style to the one piece stretch over’s. Her fingers fumbled with the familiar mechanism, a bit more than normal, reminding her she was doing something quite different and maybe bolder than ever before.

Finally, the hooks were free and the bra unlatched. Though she was tempted again to look out the window, she refrained and slowly slipped the straps over her shoulders while looking forward at the head of the bed. Letting the bra fall down her arms, she caught it just before it fell completely free and flicked it over to join her shorts on the bed. The blatant act of exposure excited her. She felt the coolness of the air on her bare breasts and it tickled her nipples to an even harder state.

Not knowing what to do next, she decided to let her arms down to her sides. This felt good, liberating, even daring, but unfulfilling. She slid them slowly in front of her thighs and around further to the insides. Drawing them slowly upward, she allowed them to caress her swelling vulva briefly on their way up to her stomach. Marla let them roam on her soft skin for a moment or two before resuming their upward travel toward her breasts.

She first cupped her breasts, held them outward toward the bed, as if to offer them to an imaginary lover in the sheets before her. Certainly if there was anyone looking on, they would be thinking surely there must be someone there, though they would be hard pressed to find him.

Marla then felt compelled to suck her own nipples. She lifted her right breast and forced it upward almost to the point of discomfort before her lips and tongue could reach the turgid nipple. She devoured it. She only now realized how horny this display of herself to the world was making her. When her lips surrounded her nipple, the suction seemed to come from somewhere else it was so fast, hard and furious. She felt the release all the way down to her melting pussy. She could now recognize that the juices had all this time been pent up inside her, pushing at her thong assisted and swollen pussy lips, waiting for the right moment to release and flood down her legs. That moment was now and all possibility of stopping her bedroom window show was gone.

At Thirty-Five Thousand Feet

The flight to Los Angeles was uneventful except of course for the little games Elizabeth seemed compelled to play. She was a great lay on his trips to California, and though he soon tired of the repetitive nature of their foreplay on the plane, this being her regular route, the sex was worth it.

They had met on this very flight just three months ago when she spilled coffee on his lap. She already had eyes on him, having seen him on each Tuesday of her first three weeks on the new schedule. She had been determined to meet him somehow despite his apparent disinterest. Each time he’d boarded the flight he’d had coffee and a Danish, only to melt into his work for the rest of the flight. He had never approached her and she refused to put much stock in the wedding ring he wore on his left hand.

He had impressed her immensely with his black slick hair, always perfect in its display, and his tall figure. He obviously worked out and she couldn’t help but wonder what the man was like in bed, probably an animal. She fantasized that she would somehow be one with him, know him carnally. On that fateful morning three months ago, she had been thrown into that chance meeting when she truly did spill his coffee. She had been walking toward him with the preflight beverage, examining his entire body yet again that morning. The plane was taxiing toward the runway but the Captain had not yet given the “Prepare for takeoff,” warning. She would continue with her service until that came.

When she leaned down and over his body to put the coffee in the receptacle on the arm rest between his and the empty seat beside him, the Captain had seen fit to first hit the brakes, which she was able to sustain, but then let them go just as quickly, which she was not prepared for. The result was she pushed herself, more than was thrown, back into the chest of the object of her desires, and the hot coffee poured directly onto his cock and balls. His suit was soaked, but his inhale at the pain of the hot liquid making its contact with his privates nearly made him scream.

All Beth could do was freeze. She remained over his body, one hand holding her up by bracing on his shoulder, and the other hand holding the empty cup, upside down, over his lap. His eyes squinted, then opened, and looked down at the damage. The coffee’s temperature was not enough to burn, only to inflict that instant pain that lingered only as long as it cooled to body temperature. He found himself looking into her eyes for the first time. “You’re sure it’s good to the last drop are you?” He looked down at his lap again.

Beth looked down too and realized she was holding the empty cup in an upturned position, directly over his loins. As if to emphasize the point, one last drip fell from the cup to his pants and disappeared quickly into the existing stain. She bolted upright. “I am so sorry! Oh my God! This never happened before! I am so…”

“Flight attendants, take your seats please for takeoff,” The intercom sounded.

Beth looked up at the cockpit door, then back at her injured passenger and was for the first time on the job, confused as to what to do next. Fortunately, the man saw her confusion and said graciously, “It’s all right. Go do your thing. I’ll be safe here till I can get up.” He smiled at her and couldn’t help but look at her intently for the first time.

She was blond with long hair, obviously bleached or colored or whatever women do to become more gorgeous than they need to be. She was built like the Grand Tetons, her breasts standing out like they were stone cold and hard. Her waist was trim though not too small and her ass was just, well, abundant. He could get lost in that flesh for days, he thought.

Right now however, he had a different problem and that was trying to salvage his suit for the meetings he had as soon as he arrived in LA. The plane took off and soon reached cruising altitude. The entire time this took, the flight attendant kept poking her head up to see if he was ok and if there was anything she could do for him. He simply smiled each time and she kept hoping. This was either going to be a black mark on her record, a non-event she would soon write off to “Things that could have been,” or the opportunity she’d been looking for.

Once the seat belt sign had been extinguished, Beth was up and immediately at his side. “We have to get those stains out quickly. You probably don’t have another suit, do you?”

Mark liked to travel on these regular trips as light as possible. He had extra shirts and ties and all the underwear he needed, but the suit was a loner. There was no other, and he didn’t relish having to buy something casual and embarrass himself in front of his client. Each time he’d spilled coffee in the past, he’d done what mothers all over the world teach their sons, club soda and towel it dry. He looked up at the red faced flight attendant and asked, “Do you have any Club Soda?”

She said, “Of course! But how will you…?”

He cut her off. “I’m not. You are. Come on, I’ll show you.” His last three words had turned her inside out. At first she’d thought he was about to berate her, and suddenly he was acting and winking like they were co-conspirators. She followed him to the First Class lavatory.

“I’m gonna take these off, and pass them to you. You can try the club soda, blot them dry as you can, and pass them back to me. Surely they’ll dry before we get to California.” He smiled as he backed into the small lavatory and pushed the bi-fold door closed on her. He removed his shoes and then pants, leaving the wallet and money inside. He would see if that might tell him something later. Then he pulled the doors open and handed his pants to the flight attendant.

She couldn’t help but look down at his groin. The doors had been pulled completely open, not trying to hide anything. She could instantly see his semi-bikini under pants, black, also wet with the coffee. She flinched at the thought of the hot brew hurting that seemingly huge and precious lump under the material.

Mark saw her squint and smiled at her. “Don’t worry. No permanent damage.”

She felt some relief and asked, holding the door open, unable to take her eyes of his sexual parts, “Do you want me to, ah, do those, ah….”

He smiled at her stumbling and said, “Naw. I’ll just take ‘em off.” He pushed the door shut again and waited a full fifteen minutes before she knocked. Now he was toying with her.

“Uh, Mr. Deering?” The voice asked hesitantly.

Hmmmm, he thought. She might have had his name on the manifest. No proof yet.

“Yes. Are they ready?” He asked politely.

At first, she was going to hand him the pants. But now she realized she had a hunk of a man in her lavatory, with no pants on, and her mind was spinning with fantasies. “Yes, I do have them. They are still wet though….”

I brought Gail back down to the ground with me, and whispered “Just lick” in her ear before we both went to town on his cock. She’d lick up one side while I went down the other, occasionally we’d meet in the middle, and one of us would stroke with a free hand while we stole time for a kiss. Those periodic kisses got more passionate as his moans got more frequent and more demanding. Finally he said that our display was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, that we were driving him crazy, that he really needed to get off. Which stymied me. I wanted to go back to sucking that cock; I’d nearly gotten to feel it explode down my throat, and I felt at the time it had been a promise that I’d get to come back later. But I didn’t want Gail left out, and I didn’t know how to pull her in. She was guiding my head to his prick, and I was about to just give up and go for it, when I got a better idea.

I sat back, grinned at Gail, and asked if she trusted me. She nodded, sceptical, but it was enough. I pulled her in front of Rich’s twitching dick, and had her sit very nearly in my lap. I whispered in her ear to pinch me if she needed me to stop, and told her to take her time getting him off. Then I started touching. I smoothed my hands down her ribcage and along her sides, across her belly and up to cup those lovely breasts. She gasped and jerked a bit as my palms came over them. I held still and quiet, not taking my hands away…but not pushing my luck. Finally she moaned happily, pressed forward against me, and went back to sucking Rich off. I caught Rich’s eye and winked, then started rolling her nipples between my fingers; first left, then right, pressing my tits against her back as I did. Her tight little ass started moving against my crotch, and I leaned my forehead against her shoulder lost in pleasure.

God they were perfect tits, they fit exactly in my hands, soft mounds with hard tips. I pulled one bra cup down so I could get a better feel. Rich couldn’t make up his mind whether to close his eyes and enjoy Gail’s blowjob, or keep them open and watch me feeling her up. Switching back and forth, I like to think, helped him last longer than he would have if he’d been able to commit. I kept one hand playing with her exposed breast and trailed the other ever so slowly down across her body, over her belly button, to rest on her mound, my fingers hanging gently between her crossed legs. Mostly I just let the weight of my hand remind her that it was there pressing against her, but periodically I’d brush my fingers gently across the crotch of her panties. Just once, I dipped a finger under the lace to run along the outer edge of her labia. She was hot, and wet, and soft, and I leaned forward to whisper in her ear: “Finish him, darling, he needs it and I want you.”

She told me later that if I’d strummed her clit just once right then she would have come. What I didn’t tell her was that I think if someone had done the same to me I might have as well. I leaned forward against Gail’s back and brought my hand up from her crotch to play with Rich’s balls. I don’t know if it was that, or Gail’s tight little fist pumping him into her mouth, or if it was my telling him in no uncertain terms how hot it was to see her going down on him that did it. Whatever the final straw, he leaned back and started pumping his hips up to her mouth, and let it go with a hoarse cry. And she, lovely girl, sucked up as much as she could. I was jealous on one hand, but proud on another. Happy Birthday indeed, I’d helped do that. And there would be more for me later, with luck.

Rich collapsed back onto the bed, and I turned Gail in my lap for a kiss. She pulled back at first, mumbling something about being a mess; but at my “please, I want it,” she smiled and kissed me soundly. I could taste Rich’s cum on her lips and in her mouth, my tongue went searching for it and she eagerly allowed the invasion. Before I knew it she scooted forward to press her body to mine, wrapping her legs around my hips and kissing back fiercely. I could feel her breasts pushing against mine, soft and very erotic, and moaned into her mouth. She felt good, she tasted good, her mouth was salty and her skin was sweet with almost a hint of vanilla. I meant to caress her breast, but she beat me to it. I don’t know what I’d expected. Shyness, reticence, more exploring caresses…the girl attacked me! She pulled her chest away from mine and filled both her hands with my tits. Kneading, grasping, pushing, rubbing. My head spun, and I just hung on to her, let her take what she wanted. I heard her say, “Oh, they’re wonderful,” which made me laugh. She sounded so surprised, hadn’t she ever played with her own? And then Rich said “there’s plenty of room up here if you girls would be more comfortable on the bed.” To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure we could be; but it was a fair request. If he was aware enough to make the offer, then he was aware enough to feel left out. I gave Gail one last kiss, and told her we’d better get up there.

Gail and I disentangled ourselves, maybe not as quickly as we could have, and crawled up on the bed. I couldn’t help giggling. Rich was leaning up on his elbows, naked from the waist down, with his shirt bunched up around his ribs. The poor thing looked absolutely ridiculous, as well as thoroughly pleased with himself. I tugged on the bottom of his shirt to help him out of it, but Rich wasn’t cooperating. He was much more interested in getting his hands on my ass. It shouldn’t have been an insurmountable problem; I think he liked watching me struggle. I sure liked struggling against him. Glancing up, I saw Gail kneeling behind him, starting to massage his shoulders, whispering something in his ear. She started nibbling on his earlobe, and I gave up on the shirt, settling for rubbing his chest with my hands under the fabric.

“What are you two whispering about?” I asked, settling myself in Rich’s lap.

“A couple of things,” Gail answered, crawling around to where Rich had his legs up on the bed. Rich turned me in his lap so he could hold me against his chest with one arm, and felt up my hip and legs with the other. My ass nestled into his lap, his cock starting stiffening against it, making me smile. Gail straddled his knees, so I was laid out neatly between them as if Rich was about to dip me on the dance floor.

“First, I told him that I thought the wrong person was having their top removed,” Gail continued, reaching beneath Rich’s arm to unhook my bra.

At the same time Rich started unsnapping the garter belt from my stockings. “These things are cute,” he muttered deeply, “but these flashy bits are cutting the hell out of my thigh.”

Getting stripped from above and below at the same time about blew my mind. I squirmed happily, Rich got harder under me, pressing more firmly against my ass. Gail got my breasts free and tossed the bra off the bed, and Rich rolled my stockings down to my knees. Somewhere in the middle of all that I remembered I had hands.

One arm was pinned against Rich, but the other was in a perfect place to stroke Gail’s silky skin whenever some part of her came within reach, and the generous girl made sure it happened often. Actually, I don’t know if she meant to or not; honestly, it may not have been planned as she was very busy with my now naked tits. Almost as if to make up for her previous abrupt attack, she approached them more slowly and teasingly, petting them, stroking ever smaller circles around them until her fingers found my hard nipples, and then giving them the same rolling treatment I’d delivered to hers earlier.

My free hand was happily wandering across Gail’s side, her ass, her wonderful thigh; my head fell back and I was coasting on her handing of my chest when Rich’s free hand finished rolling down my stockings and tucked itself suddenly under the front of my panties, stroking my pussy, making me buck and gasp. Gail laughed, and cupped her hands under my tits, “I love the way the bounce when you move,” she explained. Rich, helpful as always, gave my clit a quick flick to make me jump again, allowing Gail to enjoy her new discovery.

I groaned and slid my hand over her ass, pulling her towards me. I heard Rich’s voice, even sexier when it had that throaty growl, say, “she wants you to kiss them, Sweetie.” It hadn’t been my specific intent, but as he said it it most definitely became what I wanted. Very very much. I arched my back, wordlessly offering my nipples to further attention, and incidentally pressing my ass down onto Rich’s now rock solid cock. Rich’s wonderful hand left my wet slit, but made up for my disappointment by using those same fingers to tease the nipple closest to him, “Right here,” he growled, “just like this,” flicking it like a slow metronome.

Gail grinned, and ducked her head down to the breast closest to her, holding it in her hands as she applied her tongue to my nipple. She licked around it, across it, suckling at it. “Good God, you look good doing that Gail” I heard from above me. My hand encountering Rich’s as he patted Gail’s ass. “You too,” he continued, leaning down to kiss me. Oh my, I thought, as he took possession of my mouth, it was the first time in all that had gone on this evening that I’d kissed him. The taboo against kissing my friend’s boyfriend must’ve been stronger in my mind than the taboo against giving them head, because that kiss thrilled me all over again. And then I stopped thinking altogether, as Rich’s fingers slipped back into my slit.

Gail had progressed to moaning happily onto my rigid nipple while grabbing the free breast as Rich pressed his fingers into me. Oh God Yes I thought, ready to cum, wriggling my hips in an attempt to get any part of his hand pressed against that magic spot. And then the bastard pulled his hand away again, swallowing my whimpers before he released my mouth. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, ready to beg when I heard Rich talking again. “Gail, honey, don’t neglect this one.” Mmm, oh goody. That untended nipple had been aching for attention. Rich’s wet fingers stroked it, slicking it with my juices. When I finally realized what he was doing I shivered. Gail was about to get another first, and she knew it. Her first lick was slow and cautious, but only the first one. After that she suckled eagerly and Rich went back to petting my pussy. I heard a muffled word that could have been “yummy,” but I never got a chance to ask. More important things offered themselves.

Leaning across my body, Gail had given me something I’d desperately wanted. If I stretched my fingers out and pulled the lace crotch of Gail’s panties aside, I could give her a taste of what Rich was doing so well to me. Rich eased up on his demanding strokes, letting me focus on what I wanted to do to Gail. At the first touch, Gail’s head dropped to rest against my breastbone, as if the strength had suddenly gone out of her arms. She wanted attention as much as I did, I realized, the lovely, generous girl. She inched forward, and spread her legs to grant me easier access. This was ironically the first moment I realized that my own were spread shamelessly wide. I hadn’t even noticed. I couldn’t get those red panties off her, but I could get under them and started strumming her clit.

She was wonderfully wet, and I was surprised when she suddenly clamped her legs shut on my hand and pulled back a little. “Not yet,” she murmured against my chest, “I want to see her cum first.” She pressed her hand against Rich’s chest looking down at me, my hips still writhing slowly on his hand. “Show me what she looks like when she gets off.” Gail dipped her head down to mine for a feather light kiss, “what she sounds like.” Her fingers slid down my stomach, under the white lace, and tangled themselves in my bush, tugging just a little, giving me a hint of something she must like having done to herself. Something which I was suddenly learning to love.

She raised her head and kissed Rich across my body as he stripped off my lace bikini bottoms and the now pointless garter belt. Gail’s fingers inched down further, sliding between my lips and lightly teasing my clit. Almost immediately, Rich’s fingers returned to stroking inside me, and the whole time I was watching these two lovely people kiss over me. I could’ve cum right then, but she’d said she’d wanted to watch me. I held on, somehow.

Gail sat back to get a good view as she circling my clit with her nimble fingers and pinched and teased my nipples with her free hand. Rich set up a driving pulse, fucking his fingers in and out of my cunt. I couldn’t have held back any more if I wanted to, and I didn’t want to. I felt heat flash across my face and breasts. Tension built low behind my navel. I thrashed, moaned, begged, groaned, sighed, whimpered, and loved every moment. Gail soaked it all up, demanding more. She hooked her finger gently just beneath my clit and quivered it in beckoning motions. I came, bucking my hips and gasping out incomprehensible words.

When they finally let me relax, I was limp and drained. I couldn’t move right away, and luckily didn’t need to. Wonderful, brilliant, insightful Gail knew I’d be incapacitated, and so found her own way to cuddle up to me. She curled up beside me, across Rich’s knees, and stroked my tummy until my eyes refocused. When I opened them I saw her smiling across at me and Rich grinning down at me, licking his fingers. “You’d best get up, Love” he warned, “that arm you’re lying on is about to go to sleep.”

“I’m getting up,” I promised, “any week now.”

“Good,” Gail interjected playfully, “Cause it’s my turn.” And damn me if she didn’t look like she knew exactly what she wanted. But it was Gail. I should’ve known, she may have known exactly what she wanted, but she didn’t want to have to ask for it. I stretched as I pulled myself out of Rich’s arms and lap, my skin still tingling. OK, wise guy, I asked the voice in the back of my head, I’m supposed to do what they want, so what the hell does she want?

Don’t be stupid, the voice shot back, what did you want your first time? You didn’t know how to ask either. Right, should’ve guessed it. Pretty bright, that voice in the back of my head.

If I could have, I’d have pushed Gail into the position I’d just vacated, but poor Rich’s arm might give out. Instead, I stalked across the bed toward Gail on my hands and knees, terribly cat-like. I wasn’t touching Rich any more, but I wasn’t going to let him fall by the wayside; words can be a wonderful way to keep teasing. “Look at her, Rich…posing there in her sexy outfit, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. You wouldn’t guess what she’s thinking, what she’s hoping I’m going to do to her.” I reached Gail and kissed her, aiming for slow and sensual, pushing back on her shoulders to lean her against the pillows. I loved the way her mouth opened for me, offering itself up. As soon as our lips parted she leaned forward, tangled her fingers in my hair, and pulled me back. She was suddenly less passive, holding my head where she wanted it, working her lips against mine, tracing my teeth with her tongue and flicking it across the roof of my mouth. I was worried that Rich was being left alone, right up until the moment I felt his hand on my ass. Only moments later I felt my mouth fill with Gail’s moan. Obviously Rich’s busy hands were toying with more than just my rear.

Well, so long as Rich was happy I was happy, and Gail certainly sounded like she was happy. I reached up instinctively to caress Gail’s breasts, I hadn’t gotten nearly enough of this before. When my hand encountered lace I was surprised, I remembered the feel of that silky skin I’d uncovered earlier. My hands recalled her flesh more clearly than my eyes remembered her bright red bra. Not a bad thing, being denied texture let me focus on the shape. They were perfectly round, small but full. I was almost as fascinated by them as Gail had been by my by my big and bouncy ones half an hour earlier. Nonetheless, I wanted her out of that bra.

I moved my hand around to Gail’s back to reach the hooks, and ran into Rich’s chest. I didn’t stop kissing, Gail wouldn’t have let me, but I did open my eyes, wanting to know what Rich was up to. He looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, caressing my tail, pressed up against Gail’s side. Her wriggles and twitches show him what she was feeling as well as stroke his cock with her hip as she moved. He caught my eye and grinned at me, reached up to unhook Gail’s bra for me, working it off. He then took my hand, raised it to his lips, and placed it back onto Gail’s breast. Not satisfied with just putting it there he pressed it down firmly, working it in circles against her chest before letting me go back to my own devices. When I’d had Gail in my lap I’d been careful to be gentle. Now I just wanted to fill my hands with her, feeling her hard nipples pressing against the middle of my palm. Feeling her press back against my hand made my toes curl.

I didn’t want to stop fondling her, but I wanted to feel her body against mine. I wrapped my arms around her warm torso and pulled her towards me. As she rolled onto her side and squirmed against me, I twisted my fingers into the wretched shirt Rich was still wearing and pulled him up behind Gail, pinning her between us. She liked that, you could hear it in her moan and in the way her breathing picked up. I’d have quite have liked to try it, but we can’t have everything at once. Still, I was getting the full body contact I’d been craving, pressed against Gail’s writhing body from cute little nose to lovely red painted toes. And as a bonus, I just had to reach out my hand to stroke Rich’s side or clenching ass.

I tucked my hand around Gail’s sweet rump and found where Rich was dry humping her thigh. I gave his cock several strokes to give him an idea what I was up to. I don’t know if he got the message, but he reached his arms around both us girls as far as he could, pulling me closer to Gail and Gail closer to him. I pulled Rich’s eager dick out of the way, and started stripping Gail’s panties off. I only just managing to start the process without help. With much wriggling and many giggles, Gail finally managed to kick them off.

I pulled Gail’s top leg up over my own. She hooked it around me, reminding me just how long they were, lucky girl. I scratched along the underside of her thigh to let her know I liked it. Then reached past her hip to find Rich’s cock again, strong and firm and right where I’d left it. With fingers and palm, I guided him into Gail.

To tell you the truth, I’m not entirely sure she was expecting it. And I think the surprise was why she went so quickly over the edge. Well, that and the fact that she’d been so patiently teased and teasing since the night began. Of course, it may have had something to do with the fact that after feeding Rich into her, I moved my hand forward to play with her pussy as Rich thrust. I hadn’t forgotten the lesson she had taught me earlier, winding my fingers through her pubic hair and tugging gently in time with Rich’s movements. I wasn’t sure if light strokes counted as teasing when the girl was being slowly and lovingly fucked, but that didn’t stop me sliding my fingertips along her labia.

I slithered far enough down on the bed so I could cup Rich’s balls. I couldn’t quite reach to kiss Gail any more, but she was having enough trouble catching her breath as it was. Besides, her sweet skin had picked up a salty sheen somewhere, and I wanted to taste all of it. I used the hand holding Rich’s sac to control his rhythm, slowing him, not allowing him to move suddenly or stop. My other hand took up the same rhythm, one finger either side of Gail’s clit. I spread them wide as I moved forward, closing tightly around her as I pulled back. Her whimpers and moans were so sweet. Her hands were moving almost randomly across my back. They felt desperate, needy, and incredibly erotic. But when I heard Rich starting to speak into her ear, I knew things weren’t going to last much longer.

He was muttering to her about what he was seeing, how he was feeling, how much he loved having my hand on him. He told her that he wanted to go faster, fuck her much harder, roll her onto her stomach and take her properly, but that I wasn’t letting him. Gail’s lovely legs both suddenly wrapped around me, and her hips started bucking forward against my hands. She’d waited more than long enough, the patient darling, so I started urging Rich to push faster and harder. I rearranged my fingers to rub directly over Gail’s hot little clit, gently the first time, making sure it wasn’t too much, that she definitely wanted me there. And oh did she! The way she moved, the quiet little whimpers all reassured me. So I pressed a little harder, moved a little faster, until her moans turned to cries. Every muscle in her torso went tight, and I heard Rich urging her on. As if by consensus, Rich and I both slowed our pace a little, not pressing her for longer or extended orgasms. I don’t know what Rich’s motive was, I knew I had more planned for Gail. I suspected he did too.

Gail went limp between us. I pulled away from her, and she flopped onto her stomach. Her mind hadn’t returned from wherever her orgasm had sent it. I stroked her flank soothingly, then her hip, and finally that smoothly muscled thigh. I didn’t turn around, I didn’t look over my shoulder. I just reached behind me and grabbed. Whether I had a sixth sense for where Rich must be, or whether he moved to meet my grasping hand, I never found out. But just as I intended, my fingers closed around Rich’s cock, still hot from Gail’s body and slick with her juices. It was hard to keep a grip, he slid through my fist so easily. I wanted to taste her and as she didn’t seem ready for more yet, I’d have to lick her off of Rich.

I knelt in front of Rich, sitting on my heels a short arm’s length away. I held Rich’s eyes with mine as I slowly bent at the waist, licking my lips as I lowered my face towards his lap. Not the most comfortable position I’ve ever been in, but I thought it would display my ass nicely. As soon as I wrapped my lips around Rich’s cock I forgot about my poor legs. He tasted delicious, the best of both of them rolled together. I’d been so good the last time I had him in my mouth, but this was too much. I lost track of absolutely everything else in the room and greedily focused on filling my mouth with the taste and feel of that well loved up dick. It couldn’t have been too long when I felt Rich cup a hand under my chin and lift me off his cock. Damnit, I thought, not twice! This time I get to finish the blowjob. My aggravation evaporated when Rich turning my head to see Gail lying stretched out on her back beside him and gently fingering herself, grinning happily at the show I hadn’t realized I was putting on. As much as I wanted to suck Rich off, and that need was approaching desperate as more opportunities were denied to me, I had other things I needed to do.

I pushed up onto all fours and crawled over one of Gail’s legs, settling between them. I snuck a look at Rich out of the corner of my eye, watched him slowly stroking his shaft, eyes wide. He was enjoying this, but I wanted him more involved that just watching. I couldn’t reach him to touch him, but talking had worked well earlier.

“What do you think, Rich? Is she enjoying this?” I asked, stroking my fingers along the inside of Gail’s thigh, a big grin on my face. “Do you think she likes having me touch her?” I asked as I ran my palm across her skin until my fingers were just a deep sigh away from where her leg joined her body. Gail’s breath caught as I stopped moving. “Oh, I think she wants me to keep going” I offered just before I trailed kisses along the path my hand had taken. “What else do you think she wants, Rich?” I ran my hand over the top of Gail’s thigh and across her belly button, allowing the stretch to draw my face closer to Gail’s shining pussy. “Oh god, Rich, she’s so wet.” I pursed my lips, blowing a stream of cool air from the top of her slit to the bottom. “Is she always this ready?” I asked, finally offering a question that he could answer. I wanted her to hear both voices.

“Oh yeah,” god he had a wonderful voice, deeper and more edgy than ever. It made my spine tingle. “Whisper ’sex’ to her and she’s ready.”

“Ready for what? For this?” trailing my fingers across the outside of her warm, wet lips. “For this?” I continued, licking feather lightly along the same path. That set off fireworks all over the shop. Gail pulled her legs up and pushed her hips toward me. A heartfelt “Damn!” came from where Rich still sat. I felt my heart skip at the smell, the taste, and the way she twitched just slightly under my tongue.

But it wasn’t’ enough. Words were good, but I needed Rich more involved. I placed a kiss against Gail’s pussy, still being careful not to invade, and lifted my head to catch Rich’s eye. Then I crooked a finger at him. “I need your help, babe” I purred. I sank back down between Gail’s legs, still beckoning Rich closer. And closer, until his chin rested on her thigh. I traded soft kisses between her lips and his for a moment. Gail was running her hands over her body and across her breasts. She wanted more; and being Gail, she wouldn’t ask.

Time to reward the good girl, I pointed my tongue and dragged it from the opening of Gail’s juicy cunt all the way to the top of her slit, achingly slow. Just the way I liked to be licked. Gail made a noise halfway between a gasp and a cry. I turned, offering my tongue to Rich so he could suck Gail’s juices off of me. She must’ve opened her eyes to see that, because she groaned as he did and I’m sure neither of us laid a finger on her. I did it again and again, faster each time. And each time I swear she tasted better.

Eventually I didn’t want to share any more. I didn’t want to take my mouth from her, I wanted to explore. But before I let myself go, I told Rich what I wanted to do, that I wanted to tongue her, suck her, work her with my mouth until she came again and again for me. I told him that I wanted his help, I took his hand and pressed it to Gail’s crotch, arranging his fingers to hold Gail spread open for me. I started working my tongue in slow circles around her clit, careful not to touch it directly but always trying to give her the impression that I might. As Gail whimpered and writhed before me, I couldn’t help myself; my tongue moved to flick across the spot I’d been so carefully avoiding. Such a small motion, but it got a big reaction.

Gail’s hands found the back of my head and pressed my face toward her. I groaned, and closed my lips around her to gently suckle. Rich moaned and I could feel his hand stroking my back. Gail was making happy, wordless noises that egged me on. If this kept up, it wasn’t going to last half as long as I wanted it to. I exerted what was left of my self-control and went back to small circles. Every so often I’d run my tongue across Rich’s fingers, realizing after the second or third contact that he wasn’t just holding her labia spread, he was gently stroking them. I felt my own cunt tighten at the thought. I wanted exactly this! But later, not now.

I moved my arm so I could press a finger against Gail’s vagina, slipping the very tip inside and pressing down firmly. I knew that this kind of shallow penetration would have had me straining for more, so I was ready to pull back when Gail started grinding against me. I rewarded her enthusiasm with a fast flutter of my. Gail growled. Honestly growled! And Rich slid his fingers under my tongue to see what was evoking that kind of response. I don’t know who was most turned on by that. All three of us seemed to be getting a thrill.

It struck me as the perfect moment to start sliding my finger further in, trying to do it as slowly as possible, more of a tease and a promise than a proper fuck. When Gail started begging for more I turned my hand palm up and stroking her inner wall, moving my finger as if beckoning her orgasm closer. Once I had her attention firmly on the fingers up her cunt, I started sucking gently on her clit. When her attention was definitely on my mouth, I slid a second finger in. As she ground down on them, I stopped being so gentle with my lips, working her rapidly and firmly with my tongue. Gail was babbling a mile a minute, and I was too busy to pay much attention to what she was saying. At least not until I heard my name. I let my fingers pump Gail’s twat in a slow and steady rhythm, but lifted my head, resting my cheek against her leg to find out what Gail wanted.

Her voice was breathy, catching, and I resisted the impulse to make it more ragged by fucking her harder or faster. It turned out that they hadn’t been calling me, they’d been talking about me. Rich hadn’t realized I’d looked up, but Gail sure had. She was looking me straight in the eye when she said “oh god, of course…please…take her.”

My heart was beating a mile a minute as I watched her scrabble under the pillows and pull a condom out. Jesus, there had been more preparations than just my wine, candles, and ribbon. I bent back down to lap at her, half in gratitude, half with desire. I felt Rich moving behind me and couldn’t help moaning. Then it seemed like a good idea, so I gently pressed Gail’s now swollen clit between my lips and hummed. That got me a sigh that was more contentment than overwhelming passion. Fine by me, I knew things would escalate again soon.

Rich had his hands on my hips, urging me up to his crotch. I thought back to him standing in the doorway, triple checking that everything was ok. I was suddenly thrilled that he hadn’t asked me for this, that finally he was just going to take what I was offering. And then I realized that there was one more thing that absolutely had to happen before we went one step father. “Rich” I shot over my shoulder, “take that damned thing off.” He told me the next morning that for a split second he thought I’d meant the condom. But only for a split second, then I heard his low laugh and that blasted shirt dropped onto the back of my neck. Naked, at long long last.

A second after that I felt him sliding the head of his cock up and down along my slit, teasing me. It was infuriating, I didn’t need teasing. I took out my frustrations on Gail’s pussy, licking hungrily and a little wildly. As her moans renewed, Rich’s cock started to press into me. Every gasp, every whimper brought me another bit of penetration. As soon as I figured out the rules to his game I started playing Gail like the high-end instrument she was. Licking, sucking and pumping to earn more cock, eventually more thrusts.

I loved having my cunt full while I ate the woman in front of me. I was so wrapped up in what my efforts were earning me, I lost track of what those noises meant. Gail was about to fall over the edge of orgasm again. I tried to ease back, but it was much too late. Somewhere along the way she’d gotten hands firmly tangled in my hair and one foot on my back. She used all three to hold me against her, and her heartfelt “oh god no don’t stop” convinced me there was no-where to go but forward.

Rich, thank heavens, slowed his movements enough for me to concentrate on getting his girlfriend off. Fast pulsing sucks and licks across her clit and two fingers moving long and slow into her over and over did it. And no sooner had her inarticulate moans resolved into at least comprehensible “oh wow, oh my, oh yes”s than those hands on my hips started pulling me back onto Rich’s cock, fast and hard.

Gail’s pussy slipped away from me as she sat up against the headboards and watched us. For the first time that night, I didn’t have my attention even partially divided, and I made the most of it. I started rocking back forcefully, filling myself over and over, gasping happily. Two strokes on my clit pushed me over the edge and the world dissolved into nothing but pleasure.

We were exhausted. Completely drained, pumped dry in every sense. We fell asleep in that great big bed like a pile of puppies, but I woke up wrapped in blankets listening to the sounds of Rich and Gail laughing together in the front room. When I peeked my head around the corner, they chased me back into the bed with breakfast from the patisserie around the corner. Nothing more happened, honest. Rich had to get to work and Gail had a class. I was left alone in the apartment again to get showered and dressed. But before I left, I found my white ribbon under the bed. I left it tied around one of the bedposts. I couldn’t help grinning every time I saw it. And a year later, on Rich’s 36th birthday, they sent me a bouquet, tied with another white ribbon.

Xena remained a respectful distance away to leave their grief private. So he has held and comforted me like that, not long ago. The princess has done no wrong, but how many women have suffered at the hands of my men while I laughed about it? Hercules, my friend, my love, when you held me in you arms, I felt so secure, so supported, that I had a dream of stripping off my armor and weapons and burying them as symbols of the part of me that hated, that lusted for dominion and the blood of those who stood in my way. But then I realized that I must bear my arms still, this time to defend. I will defend those who cannot defend themselves. I will defend those who would suffer at the hands of people who are like what I once was.

“Milan, we must go,” she called.

“Where, mistress?”

“We must finish this place. Listen, this beast we ride, it does not normally roam about the waters like this. Someone is keeping it active. It takes strong magic to do so. We must stop them and release this beast from its enchantment, or the citadel will be occupied again. Follow me!”

They paused to do battle with small knots of brigands along the way. Dunwich ships had docked and marines were routing the pirates stranded on the floating citadel. The ships cast off and chased down the frigates that were escaping. Milan ordered the marines to fall back as Xena led him towards the massive head of the zaraten. They were stalled by archers who were holed up in the heavy bunker until marine grenadiers threw flasks of burning oil through the arrow slits. The two warriors led the charge into the complex.

“Kill the one with magi’s robes,” Xena said as she cut down a brigand who had survived the flames.

“I see him,” Milan said as he picked a harpoon from a rack on the wall. The magician was too busy trying to steady the wounded zaraten to cast another spell. The ranger heaved the missile and it smashed through the body of a man in black and gold robes, almost passing completely through him. With the enchantment dispelled, the zaraten acted in its own defense and started to dive. The heroes headed for the edge of the shell where a Dunwich ship had came alongside. Princess Esmerelda waved for her soldiers to hurry as the living island sank. A wave of panicked slavers swarmed to board the ship, but were repelled and cast back into the foaming sea.

“Looks like we’ve won,” said Milan, “We’ve destroyed the black heart of the beast, now its tentacles will die off.”

“I’m afraid not,” Xena said grimly, “The limbs will grow new beasts. The factions within the guild will now vie for power, and when they reform, they’ll be back for vengeance.

“It will be their last mistake,” Esmerelda said as they watched the burning ships slip beneath the waves. The water was thick with the flotsam of the ruined fortress and the bodies of the marauders. “When we get back, the first thing I will ask of my father is the curettage of the port cities. The guild and the slavers will be no more.”

“Bandar’s government is rife with corruption,” the captain of the naval ship interjected. “The city will go to war to protect the guild.”

“Then let there BE war! These wretches kill our neighbors and sell our children. They will not be able to hide behind the throne of a spineless noble anymore. It won’t matter if we keep our mining colony across the Blood Sea when our own city is not safe.”

Princess Esmerelda went to Willow River as emissary, with Milan and Xena as her escorts. They completed the task, and the objective of Dunwich’s military shifted from holding the mithril mines to patrolling the borders and sea lanes. Xena was right about the slavers. Though the might of the guild had suffered from the defeat at Calimport, and even more so in the weeks that followed as the bid for power was on, the markets had already appeared in other cities. As long as Esmerelda and Milan lived, though, they vowed that the women of Dunwich would not be among the unfortunate females sold there.

Xena accepted the princess’s offer to stay in the keep. She was happy to be close to Milan, who had elected for garrison duty. But as the days passed into the cool winds of fall, she had begun to think more of the hills of her homeland, of the songs of the women during the harvest season. The pleasant citizens of Dunwich, all of a sudden, seemed indifferent. Their easy charm seemed to pale as her need to return home deepened. Milan sensed the change in her and tried to get her to talk about it, but she could never bring herself to say what was going on inside of her. She didn’t know how to tell him why she must leave or, more importantly, how to convince him that she needed to go on alone. Esmerelda had noticed Xena’s plight. She asked her about it one night.

“You have been a very gracious host, Princess,” Xena reassured her,”and I’ve felt very welcome here. Everyone has been kind, but I must leave you now. I must return to my homeland.”

“I wish you well, Xena. You’ll be welcome in our city if you ever come this way again.” Esmerelda worried her lip and shook her head, saying softly, “I wish we had more warriors like you. And it looks like I loose my personal guard once again.”

“What do you mean? With Justin gone, Milan is even more committed to ensuring your safety.”

“Not likely,” she said. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, how his heart opens every time he hears your voice.”

“He can’t come with me. I’ve too far to go to reach my home.” She shut her eyes, remembering her last words with her mother, remembering the words of defiance and bloody ambition. “It may not be my home anymore.”

“He loves you, Xena.”

“He may love me, but he needs you. That’s more important to his own happiness than being at the side of his first lover.”

“Will you tell him?”

“When I can find the heart to. If I ever can find the heart to.”

“You can. You must. Your feelings are strong, but they have a price.”

“It’s too great!”

“Yes, Xena. But even though it hurts, there’s comfort in such pain.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Poor woman. I guess you don’t. And there’s nothing that can be done to change how things are or to lessen what you feel. Alas for you, Warrior Princess. And alas for the man dear to us both.”

Milan was writing at his desk. It was his fourth draft, finally one he was willing to sign, and he did so carefully. He spread a pinch of sand to dry the ink and rubbed his eyes. Tomorrow he would promote his lieutenant and they would both be there when he presented his resignation to the castello. He had turned the problem over many times in his mind, but he always came to the same thing. Something was bothering Xena, something that she wouldn’t talk about. And if there was a solution to her troubles, she wasn’t finding it in the city. He was determined that she wouldn’t have to search for it alone. This time, he would not let his career defeat his feelings for a woman. There was a soft knock at his door.

“If that’s you, squire, you’re dismissed for the night.”

He gawked as Xena entered the room. She was clad in a silken gown. A pale blue, see-through garment that…

It was the first time he had seen Xena like this. When she was in her armor, weapons in hand, she had always projected power , but this was a different kind of power. Different, but by no means weaker.

Esmerelda was right, Xena thought. There was something precious in the pain itself. A lump formed in her throat and she looked shyly at the floor as she tried to remember the speech she had rehearsed all afternoon in her suite. The words evaded her as Milan rose and opened his arms for her.

You never showed me this side, Hercules. When we parted, I knew it was for the best. But now I want to stay! I want to ride with him through the meadows in the spring. I want to share my dreams with him, as he has with me. I want to not have to wonder where I can spend the night safely or when I’ll be eating again. I want to be able to greet people without worrying if my weapons are within easy reach. I want to hold his power when we are in bed, to feel his heartbeat against my breast and hear how sweetly my name sounds in his whispers while we make love. But it cannot be so. I have a dark road to follow, and he cannot be part of it. This part of me cannot live right now, not with the wraiths of unforgiven sins grasping for me in my sleep.

“Why are you crying, mistress?”

She looked at him, the desperation almost wrecking her. “Don’t call me that, Milan. We are more than warriors.”

“Aye, dear one,” he said as ran his hands through her dark hair, brushed his lips against the delicate skin of her neck, the soft spot behind her ears.

On the brink of tears, she was robbed of any chance to tell him. The comfort of his arms was something that tore away her resolve. She had faced sword and arrow and fist, most of the time without so much as a flinch, but she fell to his gentle touch, cowered at the aspect of losing him to the cold, empty future she faced.

She stepped away from him as she slipped the straps of the filmy gown off her shoulders. The sadness gave way to something else, something that was much more urgent and replaced the ache in her heart with fire. The gossamer fabric floated down to her feet, and she stepped out of it as she took Milan’s hands, tugging him onto the bed with her.

Xena’s body was feverish, insistent as she arched against him. Her strong thighs squeezed him as they kissed. Her fingers locked in the lengths of his hair as he kissed her chin, her throat, the hollows of her clavicles. He could feel the throb of her pulse beneath her skin as his lips caressed the curve of her neck. His hips rocked powerfully with a slow rhythm. She rubbed her calves along the back of his legs, squeezed his ass and felt the muscles there flex as he continued his wonderful strokes, but he wouldn’t come yet. Her hands clenched the sheets of the bed into sweaty bunches. Milan took her hands in his, raveling his fingers with hers, pulled them over her head as he sped up. Xena screamed out as their flesh pounded together.

In a few minutes, they were interrupted by banging at the door. Milan poked his head out the door and whispered a lame, embarrassed excuse to the alarmed servants while Xena giggled. She’d rarely done that, especially not around a man, but she could not deny the feeling as they grinned at each other sheepishly and laughed together once the servants’ footsteps receded.

He climbed back into bed with her, rolling and tangling in the sheets while they rained soft kisses over each other. This time their embraces were relaxed, more tender, as the flames of lust softened into the warmth of affection.

Afterwards, she got up and looked out the balcony at the city that was still asleep. The evening air was crisp and her joy was tempered as she realized she still didn’t know what to say to him. She realized that she was hurting them both, but she didn’t know what to do. Milan was sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching out to her.

“Come back to bed, Xena, there’s still some night left.”

“Hold me, Milan,” she said, grateful for the darkness that hid the suffering in her eyes. She knew that this would have to last her a long time.

The morning sun streamed through the window and warmed Milan’s face. He shifted in the pleasant feeling of drowsiness, reached out to put his arm around Xena. He felt only the rumpled sheets were she had been, already cool. The room was silent and empty when he sat up and looked around. He pulled on a robe and started to go to her quarters, but he stopped before he even reached the door. He already knew what he would find. And even though he was bitterly disappointed, he wasn’t too surprised. He looked from his window at the world that was waking. It was a clear day that was indifferent to his sorrow as the woman of his heart rode out of his life.

The lands where she was riding were sunlit, the sky was the same soft blue as her eyes. He watched it all through his tears.

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Contrary to what Caroline had believed, she was not the only person to leave the office Christmas party without a sexual partner in tow.

In fact, as her Boss sped down the freeway, headed like a moth towards the bright lights of downtown at a little after 11 that night, he was all by his lonesome inside his cherry red Mustang. Not wanting to draw any undue attention to himself by leaving the party with any of his female employees, the only thing sitting on Dave Sisler’s passenger seat was a pleasantly scented business card that the black stripper at Big Shoulders had gently tucked into his breast pocket after their brief but memorable visit in the club’s VIP room several weeks earlier.

As a Christmas gift to himself, Dave decided to use the Saturday night after the Firm’s Christmas party as his own private yuletide celebration. After setting up the details with Destiny earlier in the week, Dave had come to the conclusion during the phone call to the young black girl that if he was going to spring for one escort for the night, he might as well make it a double.

“It ain’t like I have to worry about getting the Wife anything for Christmas this year… I might as well spend a little more on myself… I’ll just make it a threesome… I’ll fuck them both… get my rocks off and then just sit back and see what they can find to do with each other… It’s amazing what $600 will buy you these days,” Dave jovially thought, knowing it would be an excruciating wait until Saturday night finally came.

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Picking up Destiny first, Dave walked around the car to open the door for her, literally salivating as he watched the way the shapely black girl’s legs folded into the passenger seat. Closing the door behind her, Dave couldn’t resist casting all the minglers in the parking lot a shit-eating grin as he glided back over to get behind the wheel.

“So… you really don’t mind doing this threesome?” Dave asked the stunning beauty beside him as he backed out of the parking space and made his way out onto the road to pick up date number two at a club a few blocks away.

“Not at all,” Destiny sighed softly, elegantly rubbing her long fingers over the leather interior of Dave’s new car.

By the time he arrived at the second club, Dave could feel the blood tingling in his toes when he pulled up and saw the nearly 6 foot tall, fiery redhead standing there waiting for him. Making eye contact with Sheila through the dim haze of the parking lot, Dave watched attentively as Destiny opened the door and got out to allow Sheila to slip into the backseat.

Stealing a quick glance over to Destiny to gauge her reaction as Sheila slipped into the cramped backseat, Dave’s inflating prick jerked even more when he saw the black girl’s eyes widen as she stared in the rearview mirror.

“You know her?” he asked, thinking two girls in the same line of work, peddling their trade in such close proximity might have crossed paths.

“No,” Destiny answered after a brief pause, her eyes seeming to swim in their sockets as she sized up Sheila through the mirror.

“Sheila… this is Destiny… Destiny… Sheila,” Dave introduced the girls to one another, his dick now steel as he wheeled the car back out on the main road to make the short trip to the Hilton.

Doing his best to maintain a level of chit-chat as he navigated the few blocks to the hotel, Dave didn’t know whether to curse or praise the surprisingly heavy, late night traffic.

While he was desperate to get to the hotel and get the girls behind closed doors, he knew he had them both for the night and it was kind of cool to see the expressions he got from the people in other cars each time he pulled up to a stoplight and they looked in to see him riding with a pair of stunningly attractive women.

The time it took to get to the hotel also gave Dave a chance to visually access Sheila and Destiny and play over in his mind what he’d do with them when they finally got to the room. While both girls were easily half his age, Dave marveled at just how poised and put together they seemed.

“Girls weren’t built like that when I was their age,” Dave noted.

Stealing another peek over to Destiny when he pulled his car up to a stoplight, Dave felt his spine shiver when he focused on the tiny diamond stud in the black girl’s left nostril, remembering how it looked several weeks earlier, flaring back and forth each time she breathed through her nose, while she was on her knees giving him a blowjob in the backroom of the club.

Allowing his eyes to drift up to the mirror to look at Sheila before the light turned green, his fist tightened on the steering wheel watching the way Sheila’s exquisite bosom spilled over the top of her from fitting, red blouse and the way her ungodly long, porcelain legs intertwined in the backseat.

“So… have you ever done anything like this before?” Dave asked Sheila without turning his head.

“A few times,” the voluptuous dancer answered honestly.” But never with anyone I didn’t know.”

Sheila’s response, obviously aimed at Destiny, caused the black girl to twist in her seat, showing a twinge of nervousness for just a brief instant before a hush fell over all three when the sight of the hotel rising into the night sky came into view.

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Having reserved the room earlier in the day, Dave had also put a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator for evening’s festivities. Once had had parked and helped the girls out of the car, without the worry of checking in, Dave proudly escorted the two through the main lobby, to the main elevator for the trip up to the 6th floor. Looking like a man preparing to walk into a lottery office to cash in the winning jackpot numbers, Dave reached for his room key and swiped it through the reader.

“After you,” he politely offered before slipping inside and closing the door behind him.

“I got a room with two beds,” Dave quipped once inside. “Hopefully the maid will only have to change one set of sheets in the morning… well unless things really get out of hand.”

Walking briskly over to the fridge to get the chilled champagne, Dave popped the cork and made a brief toast after filling each of the girls’ glasses. Reaching into his pocket once Sheila and Destiny had taken a few sips of the cheap champagne (he had planned on buying some Christal for the occasion but decided against it when he realized a bottle of it would cost more than both dates put together), Dave took out six crisp $100 bills and slipped three to each of the girls.

The formalities out of the way, Dave gallantly paced around the room, like a drunk and eager tiger exploring his cage, and then sighed as if to say, “Where do we start?”

“Tell you what,” Dave spoke up. “I could hold your champagne if you two want to start undressing each other?”

Taking both half empty glasses into his hands, Dave sat on the bed and reclined his back against the fluffy pillows as Destiny and Sheila stared somewhat curiously at each other. The world suddenly slowing down around him, Dave fought to focus his concentration on the two women at the foot of the bed as they cautiously approached one another.

“God… you are a little drunk,” he thought to himself between sips of bubbly. “I hope I’m able to remember the rest of this in the morning!”

Lazily rubbing at the crotch of his pants with his free hand, Dave felt his nestled erection surge mightily when Destiny reached out and locked hands with Sheila. Stroking his girth through his trousers as the two women pulled closer, Dave couldn’t get over how striking the contrast of their skin looked as their bodies pressed together. An instant later, Sheila leaned forward and caressed her full, pouty lips directly on top of Destiny’s.

“Yeesss,” Dave hissed under his breath, able to clearly hear the two women’s wet lips slurping over each others.

Scooting backwards on the bed to get a better view of Sheila and Destiny’s tender embrace, Dave blindly fumbled with the button of his pants until he was finally able to free his straining cock. Rubbing his fingertips over the warm, smooth skin of his swaying penis, Dave watched Destiny’s hands wrap securely around Sheila’s waist as she forced her tongue deep into the redhead’s eager mouth. Pumping his dick slowly, Dave jerked forward from the pillows when he saw Sheila drop down to her knees and slip both her hands underneath Destiny’s tan miniskirt.

Drool forming on his lower lip, Dave increased the speed of his masturbatory thrusts when Sheila began rolling the lacy, white fabric of Destiny’s g-string down her trim, mocha colored thighs. Inching forward, Dave was close enough to reach out and touch the two girls when Destiny stepped out of her panties.

“I don’t know how much of this I can take,” Dave wondered to himself, his head growing dizzier from the combination of alcohol in his system and the utter sexual potency of what he was witnessing.

Still perched on her knees at Destiny’s feet, Sheila raised her hands into the air and pulled the black girl’s halter top over her perky breasts before rolling it down the length of her belly. Easing her left hand under Destiny’s skirt once again, Sheila caused her female companion’s legs to lurch and quiver when she brushed her fingertips across Destiny’s bare pussy.

“That’s it,” the redheaded Amazon cooed up to the trembling girl above, keeping her left hand softly wedged between Destiny’s legs at the same time she used her right to cup and massage the two tender orbs with her palm and fingers.

Rotating her middle finger deep into Destiny’s cunt, Sheila sadistically corkscrewed her left wrist until Destiny’s body was vibrating in front of her. Adding her index finger to Destiny’s molten vaginal pool, Sheila lowered her free hand from the black stripper’s bosom and placed it at the hem of her tight mini skirt. Jerking the front of the tan skirt upwards, Sheila revealed the glistening, bald fissure she was thrusting her fingers into.

“You want to fuck her?” Sheila spat over her shoulder, knowing Dave was jacking off on the bed from the unmistakable sound of his palm slapping against the spit soaked girth of his cock.

“Yes,” she heard the older man moan weakly.

“Hear that Destiny?” Sheila looked up to the writhing girl above and asked. “Why don’t we go over to the bed so you can spike that pussy right down on top of his dick.”

Maintaining the friction of her own digits inside Destiny’s buttery quim, Sheila leaned forward and pressed her lips directly into the black girl’s flowering pink fruit.

“AAHHHHMMMMMMGGRRAAAHHH,” Destiny grimaced, her long fingernails digging into Sheila’s curly red hair as she teetered against the kneeling woman’s face.

“GODDAMN,” the black stripper belched out a hoarse whisper, her breasts bouncing wildly against her chest as she allowed another woman to fondle, finger and taste her pussy for the first time.

Stealing a peek over to Dave jacking off on the bed, Destiny had to fight the severe and growing urge to cum inside of Sheila’s gnawing mouth.

“Yeah… I wanna fuck him,” Destiny growled, wincing slightly as she pulled away from Sheila’s velvet oral grip.

Desperate to refill her cunt as quickly as possible, Destiny crawled onto the bed and straddled her client’s groin, positioning her painfully buzzing crotch directly on top of Dave’s jutting erection.

“OHMYGOD… OH… MY… GOD,” Dave bellowed, the air rapidly rushing out of his lungs when he felt Destiny’s slick and muscular cunt constrict and swallow the length of his rigid manhood.

Briefly rolling her gaze to Sheila, as the still fully dressed redhead took in the scene from her knees at the foot of the bed, Destiny smiled and wantonly bit her lower lip before pressing her knees all the way into the mattress. Rotating her hips, slowly at first, Destiny gradually built her rythem on top of Dave until the bed below began to strain and creak with life.

“OOHHH… OHHHH… OOHHHHH,” Dave moaned repeatedly, bringing a nasty and satisfied smile to Destiny’s lips each time she ground the back wall of her cervix into the spongy cockhead impaling her.

“You like that you Motherucker,” Destiny taunted down to Dave as she rapidly increased the speed and ferocity of her pelvic thrusts.

“Geezus Girl,” Sheila sighed admiringly up to Destiny, putting her elbows on the edge of the bed to get a closer look. “You move that ass just like those damn girls in the rap videos… look down at the way he’s shaking underneath you… Sonofabitch won’t be able to take much of that without cumming!”

Leaning down, Destiny dug her fingernails into Dave’s chest as the older man gasped and cowered below. The audible friction of her pussy slicing up and down on Dave’s appendage filling the room, the black stripper could sense from experience her client was on the verge of letting go.

“You better get up here and sit on his face or something,” Destiny laughed over her shoulder to Sheila. “Bet when he cums he’s gonna wakeup everyone in the Goddamn hotel.”

Feeling Sheila’s warm hand wrap around her collarbone, Destiny turned her head to the side and locked lips once again with her female companion. Kissing Sheila hard on the mouth, Destiny raised one of her hands up to Sheila’s blouse and worked it enough to the side so that one of Sheila’s snow white, freckled titties spilled free. Pinching the fully erect nipple between her fingers just like a slippery pink gumball, Destiny kept up the pace of her careening thrusts on top of Dave’s groin, making sure he could see the way she was manipulating the taller white woman’s exposed breast.

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Drowned out by the sound of the bed squeaking beneath him, the wordplay passing between Destiny and Sheila was sporadic and somewhat incoherent for Dave. What he was seeing however was clear and quite potent. His body contorting wildly beneath the grinding V of Destiny’s parted thighs, Dave’s insides fizzed at the sight of the girl on top of him pawing at Sheila’s unsheathed breasts.

Caressing his grip firmly on each of Destiny’s knees, Dave desperately tried lurching his groin upwards to meet the force of Destiny’s powerful downward thrusts.

His eyeballs shimmying in their sockets from the way Destiny went massaging Sheila’s bosom, Dave felt his nut beginning to boil deep inside his balls when the black stripper closed her mouth around Sheila’s entire right areola. Straining the back of his head roughly into the pillow, Dave bowed his neck when he felt the reservoir of his lust give way.

“Fuck… Fuck… FUCK… FUCK… FFUUCCKK,” Dave’s voice choked and rattled, his eyes straining to focus on Sheila as she pulled her titty free from Destiny’s mouth and disappeared behind the black girl’s back.

His asscheeks bouncing recklessly on the bed as his scalding semen worked its way up the shaft of his embedded cock, Dave’s grip turned into a vice on top of Destiny’s thighs when he saw Sheila’s hands reach between Destiny’s arms from behind. In a flash, all 10 of her fingers flared outwards then closed in a encompassing grip around each of black girl’s swaying breasts.

“CU… CU… CU… CUMMMMINNNNNGGGGG,” Dave maniacally spat, his head thrashing side to side as Destiny’s cunt squeezed like a molten fist around his spasming wand.

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For Destiny, the sensation of having a man brutally cum deep inside her womb wasn’t all that unusual. Between the occasional tryst with one of the boys she went to college with or dabbling she did with the men she met at the club, her pussy had become quite use to the feeling of a cock springing a leak inside of it.

What really got to Destiny this time however, as Dave Sisler bucked and writhed below, was the soft, yet firm and insistent way Sheila lavished her from behind. Looking down at her chest as Sheila’s palms and fingers kneaded the entire circumference of her breasts, Destiny collapsed backwards until her own shoulders were rubbing against Sheila’s warm bosom.

Letting out a low moan of her own when Dave’s cock began spewing inside her, Destiny gritted her teeth then yelped when she felt Sheila gently bite down on her left earlobe. The smell of her own sex still faintly noticeable on Sheila’s lips and tongue as she swiped her mouth down the her neck, Destiny suddenly felt her own climax approaching.

Wincing and beginning to teeter on top of Dave when she felt his ejaculate splashing inside of her, Destiny cried out loud, clenching her fists into the sheet below when Sheila reached down and crudely snaked her index finger into Destiny’s cunt.

Sheila’s finger savagely swabbing Destiny’s womb at the same time Dave’s cock continued to pulse and throb inside it, Destiny’s eyes rolled back in her head and her temples seemed to implode when Sheila extended her thumb and jabbed it repeatedly over her blood filled clitoris.

“AAAAAHHHHH… MMMMMMM… AAAHHHHHHHHHFFUUCCCCCKKKKK… GGRRHHAAAHHHH… YYYEESSSSSSSSSSSS,” Destiny seethed, her entire body looking as if a hotwire had been injected into her spine when Sheila used her fingers to sand and rake the throbbing marble of her clitoral bud.

The redhead’s fingers acting like an eagle’s talons over the entire depth and breadth of Destiny’s vagina, Sheila kept up the vigorous pressure until Dave’s spent cock had slipped all the way out. Her hand there to cup the moist mess that spilled from Destiny’s cunt when Dave pulled free, Sheila collected the combined juices in her palm, holding the slick and frothy paste in her hand for the other two to see. Wiping the pungent and smoldering mess all over Dave’s groin a few breaths later, Sheila then leaned down and tenderly kissed Destiny once again on the nape of the neck.

Her skeleton now mush between Dave below and Sheila behind her, Destiny openly wept as her orgasm rushed like a raging river through her body. When the explosions inside each of her nerve fibers finally began to subside, Destiny carefully reclined her head back until she could stare up at Sheila towering above. Closing her eyes in an exhausted show of appreciation for the release she had just been given, Destiny twisted her neck to the right and snuggled her lips over Sheila’s breast, the tears on her cheek causing a visible sheen to smear the smooth white canvas of Sheila’s chest.

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Too numb and disorientated to move, Dave was unable to do anything but rest his back flat on the bed as Sheila helped Destiny dismount from his cock. A pulsing wave of light ricocheted through Dave’s brain when Destiny’s vaginal grip let go and Sheila reached forward and rubbed her soiled hand over his sore crotch.

“You got your money’s worth… in spades,” Dave knew, his body ravaged by the exquisite prowess Destiny had shown.

Still attempting to catch his breath, wondering if there was any gas left in the tank for another go around, Dave became transfixed at the graceful way the two women at the foot of the bed continued to cuddle, sensing what was happening between them was not in the script.

“Part 3 is on the way… ”

h….”

“That’s ok.” He said and pulled the doors open.

Beth was smiling when the doors opened, but suddenly agape when she looked down again. He had removed his underwear and his rather large cock was hanging loosely down. She could even see his ball sack hiding behind the limp member. Her jaw dropped slightly and she froze once again.

Mark slowly took the pants from her hand. His idea had proved better than he could have asked. She was totally taken by what she saw, and would probably have joined him then and there if he’d asked. Instead, he put a finger under her chin, smiled at her, and pulled the pants inside before closing the doors. She stood there like a zombie for several minutes before the man came out and practically picker her up to move her aside.

He’d played with her for the rest of the flight, teasing her about lawsuits and how easily she could beat one with her looks in the courtroom. The jokes and banter were amateur, as they usually are between the smitten, and both were buying every word of it. Before the flight was over, she had convinced him to let her join him later, to “finish the cleaning job.” They spent the entire night exploring each other’s bodies and desires in his hotel room.

And tonight, three months later, as he had on each trip to California in between, he would probably find something new about his own desires as this voluptuous blonde with an insatiable sexual appetite and unlimited imagination exposed him to yet new ways to enjoy uninhibited sex.

New York is Warming Up

Marla lay back on the bed and let the large dildo vibrate in her pussy. It was held there by her own thighs, and its vibrations were driving her through her third orgasm in fifteen minutes. It was helping, but the excitement of the moment was waning, the bed barely visible over the window sills and the action becoming less than unique. She did this all the time when Mark was away. Disrobe, flop on the bed and pop goes the dildo. The increased tantalization of having the curtains open had worn off with the limited view and the moment that had been building was largely lost.

She opened her legs and let the dildo slip out of her slick wet hole. Turning it off, she then brought it to her mouth in a rarer moment of elevated passion and sucked her own juices from it. This helped. She even tried turning it on while it was inserted nearly to her throat. She realized for the first time that with the vibration, it would slide much more easily down her throat if she ever got up the nerve to try it. And suddenly this had to be the time. She slipped the pulsing device back into her cunt, lapped up some more juice, and then opened her mouth fully for its entrance.

The dildo didn’t touch her mouth, tongue or anything else until it bottomed suddenly at the entrance to her throat. Like everything else she ever did on a whim, she suddenly dove in both feet and let the big false prick slip down against, and then slightly into her throat.

The initial instinct to gag was forced back by the slightly stronger urges to experiment. Marla let the vibrations of the dildo and the lube from her own pussy sink the dildo a little further into her throat. She suddenly realized that after the first contact and pressure, what little pain their was subsided and the new sensations were taking over. She couldn’t help but associate this act she was performing with practice for the real thing. Mark would be totally shocked when she performed this exact same lewd act for him and his stiff hot cock. With that vision in her mind, she shoved the dildo a full four inches into her throat.

Her eyes opened wide at the surprise she had caused herself. She knew in a flash that her breath needed replenishing soon and she would have to eject the dildo any second. A trace of fear entered her mind, one that she would try to pull the dildo from her throat momentarily, only to find it stuck there, to suffocate her to her end. But that fear disappeared quickly when she pulled the dildo back out a half inch or so, reassuring herself she would not suffer the ultimate consequence.

Marla twisted the vibrating device a quarter turn either way, more in experiment than anything else. Then she turned the vibrator off with both hands, looking up from her reclined position as one of her hands held it, and the other twisted the cap end. Without the vibrations there was sudden silence in the room. Her moment of shear satisfaction had somehow snuck up on her and she drifted into that blissful state of an emotional orgasm. She pulled her knees together and alternately pumped them up and down against each other to stimulate the swollen lips of her cunt. They were wet as ever and the sensation of the hot liquid on her inner thighs was exquisite. Her pussy pulsed in its own share of the moment, accenting the feelings emanating from her mouth and throat to her mind.

Marla drifted away. She suddenly found herself wrapped around a real cock, not that of her husband, but of someone else, huge and muscular. He was holding her head firmly to his groin, his cock fully inserted into her throat. He had the power at that moment to end her life if he wanted, and she had given him that power with all her blessing, just so long as he did it with his rock hard, red hot cock. She was lost in the total surrender of her life to this imaginary sexual god.

Thirty-Five Thousand Feet Over Pittsburgh

Beth luxuriated in the sensations brought to her breasts by Mark’s hands. She was at work, in full view of a half full First Class cabin of passengers, but blocked just enough by the position of her body to linger for a moment longer while Mark squeezed and kneaded her flesh through her uniform shirt. It was a tantalizing sample of what was to come later, at Mark’s hotel if this was to be like most of the rest of the weeks since she’d finally broken the ice with him. Tomorrow, she would be exhausted, barely make her return flight, and satiated sufficiently to last her until next week. This was the very beginning of the best twenty-four hours of her week.

Mark smiled at her, knowing the pleasure she derived from having her very natural, very large breasts fondled by him. Her nipples were sensitive as most women’s clits, he’d thought, and when manipulated just right, could vault her into orgasm in whatever position she happened to be in. He knew, if he’d had more time then, he could accomplish this right there in the plane, with her leaning over and dangling her glorious globes in front of him. And all it would take would be the right touch of his hands and fingers. He smiled even broader as he suddenly pinched both nipples hard to wake her from the blissful plane she was ascending to.

She pulled herself up and gave him a mockingly angry smile before placing a hand on his chest and pushing it inward stiffly. Her gazed had shifted to the other passengers but her feet didn’t move until she had a chance to dig her nails into Mark’s chest for effect. When he squirmed slightly at the pain, she smiled to herself and let go, walking down the isle to another seat.

Mark smiled too, rubbing his skin where Beth had stabbed him with her nails. “That’s going to leave a mark,” He muttered to himself. But oh how good it was going to feel tonight. He loved her antics in bed. She was vibrant, sexually stimulating beyond any experience he’d ever had, and tireless. Invariably, when they finally quit in the morning, he would have to sleep a couple hours before heading back to the airport for his trip to Houston.

That was fine by him. Without this kind of relief on these trips, he could never put up with the schedule. The clients stayed on with their firm because of all the tender loving care. The advertising expertise was available anywhere today, but the attention to customer comfort, as Mark referred to it, made all the difference. He made a point of talking to as many of the client’s employees as possible and keeping a constant banter going with all who seemed to have some input on the marketing budget. He used the trips to their location to get just a little “face time” with each of those he’d talked to recently on the phone, and to ensure no one else in the chain of decision forgot him. Occasionally, he even brought some proofs and presentations, but that was just an excuse to touch base. The real account management was in the contact, pressing the flesh and connecting faces to the voices. He was terrific at it and he was charged with maintaining the firm’s two largest accounts.

Mark laid some papers out on the seat next to him, along with his phone logs. He took some notes on a breast pocket, leather bound pad and planned his days at both clients. This took all of an hour and he still had four more before he landed in California so his mind began to drift. His first thoughts were of his wife. She’d seen him off again that morning with that longing look she always had on Tuesday mornings. What was that? He wondered. They had decent sex, albeit not as often as they used to, but decent all the same. They were in love, but she didn’t seem to be anymore interested than he was in expanding their sexual relations. It was part of the reason he enjoyed himself on the road. He would tell himself again and again that he never would have strayed if it hadn’t been for Marla’s waning interest in sex. He was a virile man and needed more than they were generating at home. He loved her, loved coming home to her, but he also needed that “strange” as he used to term it with male friends at sporting events or out at the bars for the night. There was something more than simply the growing boredom at home, something other than faults with him or his wife. It took on force of compelling urge to continually verify his prowess, his attractiveness to the opposite sex, his deep rooted desire to try new things and love new bodies. It was too strong to fight, more susceptible to management. So he went with the flow and managed his straying like the executive expert he was. And tonight he would benefit from this management once again.

His shoulder, resting slightly into the aisle as he thought, was suddenly jolted forward. Looking up at the offending party, he soon found that the offense was welcomed, and intended to be devious on behalf of the offender. Beth stopped quickly, looked back at her “mistake” and leaned down to coo over the offended passenger once again. The action had become a hallmark of their flights since that first one where she spilled coffee all over his lap. His memory of that flight came back again and he wondered a moment how he still did not know if she had gone through his wallet when she’d cleaned his crotch with Club Soda. He smiled at the memory, and what was coming next.

Beth leaned down feigning concern for her passenger whom she had just bumped violently into. Her right hand went right to his cock and balls, hidden from other passengers’ view by her body, and fondled his parts for several seconds. She leaned into his head and pushed a large breast into his face. Then she raised up and was gone as quickly as she’d come. The effect on Mark was always the same – immediate and instinctive pull back, followed by equally immediate longing for more as she departed. The flights never seemed as long as they used to since that coffee spill.

Beth finished her breakfast service in First Class and put the remainder of the dishes and other paraphernalia away. She had probably a half hour before the next round of drinks were to be offered, and three and a half hours of flying time to California. She was feeling antsy. Urges were driving the juices in her cunt to stir. She couldn’t help thinking about new things to try with Mark that night, and she was anxious to get through the flight, go to his hotel and check in, and then head for the “head” shops to find something new to play with. Mark would go to his appointments and join her shortly after his obligatory dinner with clients. Then they would party together, for many hours into the night. Entirely new things would happen and be felt the anticipation. This had become their hallmark, to try something new each time they met. There were no bounds at all and sometime she would try something that would test and reaffirm this one sacrosanct rule. Each time she had, the rule had proven in tact. They were really living a dream.

Mark was feeling anxious too. When he thought about it, he realized that he and Marla hadn’t had sex in several days, and he was horny to begin with. He also realized that sex with his wife, as good as it was, had no anticipation left. It was mechanical, even though somewhat varied. She liked anything he did to her, but for some reason, knowing what would happen each time, knowing in advance what her reactions would be, took a major part of the enjoyment away. He wasn’t moved to the moment. It was difficult for him to articulate. On this plane however, he felt all the anticipation he could. Tonight with Beth would be another memorable occasion and she would soon have him begging for more, while straining to respond. She never failed. He wondered for a moment if Beth could be like that every night, or if it could take place only once a week, with someone new. The thought threatened to drive to deep into his psyche and he dropped it like a brick. Why ruin a good time in the making? He unsnapped his seat belt and proceeded to the galley.

Beth was leaning over the counter, wiping the last bit of water off its top, when she suddenly felt a body hard up against her back side. Hands grappled her breasts and pulled on them hard. The attacker’s groin ground into her ass in a near violent attack, threatening to burst his cock through his pants and her skirt and right into her darker hole. He pulled her back to him, straightening her up, and continued to shove his stiff, restrained cock into her crack. When he started kissing and biting her neck she melted into his attack and fell limp in his arms. She didn’t know what else to do. She wanted more, but could do nothing in this tiny galley, accessible to anyone who would want to come forward. The situation was hopeless.

Mark’s hands left Beth’s breasts and slid down her front. They dove deeply into her crotch, pushing the material of her skirt and underlying shirt with them, to penetrate her cloth defenses as far as possible. Though he didn’t get much of a “feel” for himself, other than the obvious excitement of being so bold as to try such a lewd act in such a dangerously open place, he did manage to induce heavy wetting in Beth’s heating pussy. She wiggled her ass into his crotch and slid her thighs up and down against each other to add to the movements around her slippery crack. She wanted him bad enough right then to risk her job, and yet she knew it was but a fleeting moment of ecstasy and not the right thing to do. She turned stiffly to break his hold on her and face him. “Go to the lavatory. Wait there.” She whispered.

Awakening in New York

Suddenly Marla realized how badly she needed air. She pulled the silent cock from her mouth and gasped. The air was cool and refreshing the instant it entered her lungs. Her throat was slightly sore, having been so abused for the first time. She laid back and let her every muscle relax, lapsing back into that “neverland” she had just left, but safely now, without danger to her physically, and certainly with only pleasantness in her mind. That was perhaps the strangest orgasm she had ever had. Her pussy pulsed and came with only the slightest inducement of her thighs rubbing against her puffy lips. The dildo down her throat was now a pillar of vision in her sexual world. That tool represented so many things to her, so suddenly entering her life. It was a cock in fantasy that was punching its way down her throat in a kind of welcomed rape. It was a threatening tool, applied by an unrelenting hand, bent on torture and bringing her to the brink of survival. It was a man’s cock, sucked into her deepest inward passage, devoured by her wildest passion and held by her most demented desire. She would never forget this moment.

After an hour of just lying there, she opened her eyes again. Her throat buckled at her intake of air and she felt a slight choke but managed to put it down. It was on the one hand as if she had vomited during a drunken stupor, and yet on another it was as if she had earned her wings at the art of blowing cock. She smiled at the minor pain and looked again at the dildo held in her hand. She was getting hot all over again. This huge member had been lubed in her pussy and shoved down her throat. It was a very special toy now, not one to be forgotten or treated unkindly. It was gaining a personality of its own, one of insatiable sexual demand. It wanted more.

Marla slowly granted the dildo its wish, and inserted it back into her already wet-again cunt. It felt so much smaller now, after making its true bulk known in her mouth. Her pussy simply sucked it in. It felt good, secure, but not enough.

She pulled the still silent device from her cunt and moved its tip downward, sliding it down her crack until it seated at the entrance to her dark canal. Just the contact made her body jump and she knew she was on to something. She pushed it into the puckered anus slowly, opening the fighting fold, and then withdrew it. She pushed again, a little farther this time, and then withdrew again. She was playing a game with her ass that shed liked to play often. It gave her a much longer experience in the stage of the exquisite, initial pain of entry. It extended the time it took to penetrate her body there, and made the pain excruciating as it could be, but repeated it time after time.

Marla smiled, then opened her mouth. This was going to help a lot. Her mind had forgotten completely about the open curtains, the time of day, and the world she lived in. It all boiled down to these moments here and now, on her bed, with a large dildo knocking on her brown door. Perhaps she should let him in.

Thirty-Five Thousand Feet Above Nebraska

The lavatory door indicator read, “Vacant,” but it was not. Beth knew this of course and knocked once before pushing the door open. Mark had remained in there for several minutes, with the door unlatched. If someone had tried to use the lav, they would simply have seen him trying to exit at that moment. If they didn’t come, then when Beth entered, it would look normal that she was simply using the facilities. She tried her best to make her entry look as normal as possible, Mark squeezing and contorting, trying his best to stay out of her way. She managed to get in far enough to turn sideways and push the doors closed. They were alone.

She would hear if anyone pushed the flight attendant’s button so she wasn’t too worried about that. The only risk was if one of the crew came back to use the lavatory and waited, rather than try another lav. It was somewhat of a risk, but not as much as trying something in the middle of the galley. She turned slightly more toward the door and Mark got between it and her, his ass holding it shut even if the latch weren’t there.

They kissed first, long and hard and actively. Their tongues interlocked and searched and withdrew often, almost frenetically. They ground their loins together with abandon, it having been a full week since their last coupling. Mark moved his hand to Beth’s back and pulled her skirt up to her waist. There was no resistance, only heavy breathing.

Beth pulled one hand down and then the other to undo Mark’s pants. He had a belt on, easily undone, and a button and slide clip on his waistband. They came off quickly. His pants dropped to the floor and she immediately surrounded his lengthy shaft with both hands. It felt so good to have him back in her grasp. She slid her hands up slowly, resisting the urgent need to jerk him off like a pump. Then she pushed his cockskin back down, just as slow. He muttered his satisfaction in the form of a guttural grown.

Mark slipped his hands down the back of Beth’s panties. The airline didn’t like them wearing thongs, and frankly Mark preferred a full panty anyway. Hell, he’d go for good old cotton any day. If women only knew. His hands each contributed a finger to the crack of Beth’s ass and traced themselves as far down as they could reach. He managed to touch her sphincter muscle with one finger, and this brought a slight “yelp” from Beth’s lungs, but it was muffled in Mark’s eager mouth.

The moment was intense for both of them. They weren’t doing anything they hadn’t done before, but this was their first time on board the plane. The thought that they had to be as silent as possible, that someone could knock in annoyance at the delay at anytime, were enough to double the normal sensations of what they were about. Their continued devouring of each other’s tongues was testimony to this.

Mark brought a hand around the front of Beth and began to play with her mound. He slipped it down the front of her panties and played some more. He had the sudden urge to clasp his fingers form both hands and he did so and lifted her right off the floor by her crotch. It must not have hurt for she simply gurgled once again on his tongue and pulled a little harder on his dick.

Mark then withdrew his hands to nearly the elastic band of her panties and suddenly pushed them down. The second they cleared her vulva, her scent was free to waft to his nostrils. He nearly went wild. He loved her smell. She was so sweet, and yet just sharp enough to really drive him wild. He pulled a hand free and then the other and let Beth wiggle her panties the rest of the way to the floor.

She was totally vulnerable now. There was nothing like that feeling, to have nothing between her vaginal assualter and her slick wet hole. The air in the lavatory was cool on her swollen pussy lips and they longed to wrap around her man. They didn’t have long to wait.

Mark reached around to her sides and slightly behind her. He raised her up like a twig and set her back down on his cock. Beth was just as eager to mount him and help guide him with her hands. Once that first penetration was successful, her cunt lubricated his cock faster than he could shove it up her hot hole. Each mini thrust got him slicker and wetter and soon they were riding full strokes together, each one driving Mark’s turgid cock to the very core of Beth’s womb. It was very few strokes like this before they were both brought to the verge of climax.

Mark was first to alert Beth that the time was near. “Oh, baby. I am going to fuck you up. I am going to make you want me so bad tonight you are not gonna be able to wait.”

“Oh darling, I am already there. I am flying now and never want to land.” She didn’t feel the least bit corny in her thoughts.

Mark then told her it was time, “Fuck me baby, fuck me now. Drive that slick wet cunt down my shaft, baby.” He kept mumbling something but the both of them began to cum. Mark felt his first big blast drive up from his balls, up the length of his burning shaft, and out the end like a fire hose. He could feel it drive so hard he knew he was making distance inside her womb.

Beth felt the first blast and was amazed at its heat and its force. It pushed her slick and slippery sheath apart to gain further entry into her belly. She was sure if it came just a little more, she could taste its delicious flavor in her mouth. She wanted him more than ever, even in the dying throws of a magnificent climax.

They slowed their pace to a crawl, and then a tight and lasting hug. It was over, but it was only the beginning. There was a whole night ahead of them.

“I think you better leave first,” She said. “I have to freshen up.”

Mark nodded and smiled and scooted down to pull up his pants. In a heartbeat he had them secured, looked at his appearance in the mirror, and squeezed past Beth on the way out. There was no one waiting. Mission accomplished, with a bonus.

Beth on the other hand, had a problem. She was dripping and dabbing at it with paper towels. Her pussy was draining a cocktail of her juices and Mark’s cum. It wouldn’t stop, and that conniving Mark had taken her panties and left. Now she had no way to stop any remaining droplets of cum from running down her leg and out from under her short skirt. She had to stay in the lavatory a bit longer in an effort to clean up. She smiled at his childish prank and dreamed vividly of what she would do to him in LA.

New York Apartments Do Get Warm

Marla hesitated before inserting the hot and well lubricated dildo up her ass. She was so horny now that she wanted to prepare for the inevitable and desperate demand she would face soon – that of increasing the intensity of stimulation beyond what was physically possible. In addition, she had to relieve the rising temperatures in the apartment. Their heat controls were still in effect, despite the winter’s last gasps having died out. The air conditioning was not yet on and their only means of controlling the rising, sun-induced temperature was to open a window. She laid the dildo down and took care of that first.

Marla stood in front of the unobstructed view of the window for no more than a second, arm reaching for the latch, when she spotted the man in the apartment across 84th Street. The buildings were no more than a hundred feet apart and her natural eyesight was good enough to see a tall man, broad in shoulders with very short hair, dressed only in his slacks, watching her. There was no doubt about it. She thought she could even make out a smile on his face.

Her immediate instinct was to back away from the window and out of his sight. She was stark naked now and felt more vulnerable than she could remember ever feeling before. The moment was frozen in time. Her mind was in turmoil. Why wasn’t she panicking? Why had she not at least backed away from the window? She could have simply closed the curtains as if she hadn’t seen him and simply let the incident melt away into the fog of the past. She could have rushed to get her robe, or leave the room. She did none of these things. She stood there, staring right back at the voyeur a hundred feet away and one floor higher than her.

After several minutes, neither person moving, the man suddenly broke the ice. He slowly moved both his hands to his crotch, forming a diamond around zipper area with his thumbs and index fingers. Marla watched, but did not move.

He moved this formation up and down slightly, enough that Marla could see what he was doing. Then she did something she was astounded to realize. She resumed the process of opening the window. The cool air wafted in immediately and she naturally moved her other hand to one of her breasts to massage the suddenly hardening nipple. Why wasn’t she moving away from the window? The question kept hitting her, and bouncing right off. She enjoyed what she was doing! She was inciting a stranger to react to her actions, someone she never saw before, someone who simply had watched her playing with her toys. This stranger was so mesmerized by her actions in fact that she caused him to massage his cock and balls, visible to anyone in her own building who might look out their window from her side of the street. This man was taking a risk equal to her own. It gave them a kind of camaraderie, a mutual purpose or goal.

She pulled her other hand from the window latch and slid it down to her mound, mimicking the man’s attention to his own groin. Her breast hand changes breasts and massage the other stiffening nipple while the middle finger of her pussy hand slinked down her crack and touched her clit. Her knees locked as if jolted by an electric shock. When she opened her eyes, she could see the man had pulled down his zipper and had his pants opened in front, his cock and balls visible though far enough away that detail was obscured. Then she noticed him lifting his chin in an unnatural kind of way. It was several such motions of his head before she understood his message. He wanted her to get back on her bed!

Marla turned, smiled broadly to herself, and left the window. For several minutes she rummaged through her “love box” as she and Mark referred to it, and retrieved several of her toys. Placing them on the bed, some near the foot and some near the head, she spent another several minutes in the bathroom before returning to the walk-in closet. Another four minutes passed and finally she emerged, walking straight to the window, and stood there. She nearly panicked again when she saw the man standing where he was, but looking back at her through a pair of binoculars. He was frozen in that position.

Again, Marla had to fight the instinct to bolt and end this madness immediately. She had no idea who this stranger was, what his intentions were, or whether there may even be more such voyeurs looking on. But she held her ground, her feet about shoulder width, hands on her hips and elbows out to the side. Her wavy red hair was flowing out to her shoulders and down below them, some in front and some in back. Her lips were red and glossy, her eye lids brilliant blue and her lashes black and long.

She was wearing a bra with triangular holes for the nipples and ample flesh to bloom through. She had a garter belt, the same red color of her bra, and to it were fastened red, fishnet stockings. Her stiletto heels raised her off the floor enough that the already low window sill was now down around her knees, revealing all but her shoes to anyone on the other side of the street. She had done her best to degrade her appearance to the lowest level of depravity she could. She looked like a hooker. She felt deliciously like a slut.

The man across the street let one hand down from the binoculars. While the other continued to keep the vision aid in place, that lower hand proceeded to his cock, which was now well outside his pants and pointing up and over Marla’s head. He wrapped his fingers slowly around it, being sure to grip it completely and tightly. Then he rocked his hips back, before pulling them forward by pulling on his cock and extending its reach as far out in front of him as he could. He did this twice and then held the outstretched position for several seconds. Finally he relaxed back to a vertical position.

Was he trying to tell her something? She was sure this was some kind of communication. Perhaps he was showing his appreciation. She then reached down between her panty less legs and performed a diamond framing similar to the one her voyeur had performed before she had changed.

The immediate reaction was indisputable – his cock waved vigorously left and right. He didn’t want this. Before she could contemplate her next move however, the man began thrusting his hips, and cock, forward vigorously. He repeated the action several times to drive his point home, so to speak.

She thought about this and suddenly connected it to the previous indication she had received from him, to get on the bed. She was ready now, and complied. However, this time, instead of lying from head to foot on the kind sized acreage, she simply backed up until her calves felt the edge of the bed. One last check of her voyeur confirmed that she was complying with his wishes. He was jerking his cock up and down. He was communicating, and she now had four defined signals – cock left and right for “no,” cock up and down for “yes,” hips rocking through a wide arc forward and back for strong approval, and forward thrusting only for backing up. Already their vocabulary was growing. It gave her enough to work with.

Marla fell back down onto the bed. This was unbelievable. She was about to knowingly perform as sexually explicit and even devious an act as she could conjure up, for a stranger she still did not even know. The thought was as frightening as it was thrilling. Perhaps that is why she had such intense feelings coursing through her at that moment. Nothing else in the world mattered. She was alone with her audience. She was going to torture herself if necessary to give him everything he could ask for, and more. She was slaved to him in her mind, and devoted to his pleasure, and her own. This was a chance to perform every depraved act she could think of. The fear of being seen was suddenly transformed to the fear of not being seen to do anything and everything she possibly do to herself. Her anticipation was intensely peaked and had to be fulfilled.

Thirty-Five Thousand Feet Above the California Border

Beth couldn’t help but wiggle her ass in such a way as to force her thighs to massage her pussy lips together. She was standing in the galley, alone, preparing the last round of drinks for the First Class cabin passengers. Her need to get fucked and sucked and drilled in every hole was greater than ever she could remember. That hot hunk of a man she spent every Tuesday night with had stolen her panties! And he wouldn’t give them back! She had tried. When it seemed she could not stem the endless flow of cum that he had hosed inside her, she had stepped back to his seat, leaned over as if to straighten something in the seat beside him, and asked, “Please! Can I have my panties back?”

He had smiled up at her as if he were about to comply. But instead, he pulled them half out of the breast pocket of his jacket, smelled the aroma of their owner’s wetness drying in their crotch, and pushed them back into his jacket. He continued to look at her as he smiled broadly. “Such service this airline affords. I shall have to complement the pilot.” He was teasing and she knew it, but she still had a very practical problem – cum leaking from her cunt.

And now her cunt was also itching, desperate to be penetrated and devoured. She needed him to drop his head between her legs and suck the remaining juices from her boiling pussy and give her the relief she so desperately needed, right now. She was about to plead with him one more time when the unmistakable sensation of the plane commencing its decent moved them both. Mark reached up to brace her completely unnecessarily with both hands cupping her breasts, and Beth looked in total shock and longing into his eyes. “I’m going to get you tonight, Mister.” Mark was quite surprised by the venomous nature of her tone of voice.

New York Apartments Face-Off

Marla began by raising her knees and pulling her heels up to the cheeks of her ass. She couldn’t help but look to see if the stranger across the street was still there. He was, binoculars still in one hand and his cock in the other. He hadn’t moved his position, only his left hand, as he continued to do.

She let her hands search out her breasts and play with them to re-ignite the fire she had started earlier. It took no more than a few seconds before she was beginning to gyrate her hips on the bed. Her pussy needed attention already.

Her right hand slipped down her front to the top of her mound, and then that middle finger again sought out liquid relief. It found it quickly and began a slow insertion and withdrawal process that quickly escalated to two fingers and then three. As she neared her first orgasm, she decided to delay it until later. Though this would have been plenty fun for her by herself, she wanted far more than this for “her man” across the way.

She withdrew her fingers and propped herself up on her elbows. Looking across the street, she could see the man pumping his shaft up and down in approval. So far, so good. She next repeated her action with the dildo and eventually inserted it into her ass. That act, to bring her to where she was before she’d risen earlier, was enough to put her back to the edge and she had to not only refrain from turning on the vibrations, but from any further movement for a couple minutes.

Marla let the device sit without moving. She was amazed at how the previously unfelt sensations were washing over her. It felt huge in her ass, filling her bowels and threatening to burst her open, yet it felt so good she would have killed to keep it where it was. She tilted her head up enough to see if she was getting a reaction from the voyeur and found that he was pumping more than before. “Good,” She said aloud, “Now let’s see what he thinks of me next.”

The second dildo she owned was a double dong of greater length than breadth. It was the size of an average man’s cock in diameter, but much longer on each end than any man could be fortunate enough to be. With her mouth, she wetted the tip of one end and began to insert it into her cunt. This was the first time she had inserted something solid in both holes at once and it was not without pain that she finally burst through the vaginal opening and stopped to regain her breath. She looked up once again and saw the man thrusting again, forward and back, pushing his cock way out and then withdrawing.

Marla interpreted his motion to mean that he wanted her to thrust too. “He’s pushy,” She smiled. And then she complied. There was nothing she would not do for this man.

The double dildo began to lubricate itself in her vaginal canal as she intermittently pushed it in and then withdrew it. Each consecutive stroke was deeper, wetting more of the tool. Finally it was beginning to bump up against her cervix and she experienced a slight pain, but one well worth feeling for its indication that she was once again victorious over the instrument. She had taken it as far as it could go, and was playing with it when it got there. And she was accomplishing this with the other dildo up her ass the whole time.

At one point, once again on the verge of orgasm, she looked to see if her voyeur was still there, and happy. He was waving with his free hand while looking through the binoculars, obviously trying to get her attention. She stopped her hand’s movement and raised a hand in question. The man then pointed to her and motioned that she should prop herself up with her pillows. The hand signals were easy to interpret.

Marla did so and resumed her facing position, heels to her butt cheeks and both holes filled. The man now pointed at her again and then mimicked her previous action with the dildo. Then he pointed at himself and followed by pumping his shaft. The whole thing was so clear it was confusing until his next motion – using his cock hand to mimic his orgasm’s cum shooting all over his own window!

“Now I understand!” Marla said allowed, as if talking to him. That is why he wanted her to sit up some, so she could see him shoot. And that is why he wanted her to know when to have her orgasm, for he would join her simultaneously. It was as if they were in the same room. Her mind began to race again, but was interrupted by the voyeur’s commencement of his end of the bargain. He was pumping his cock and thrusting his hips in slow motion.

Marla leaned back against the pillows to test their ability to hold her up sufficiently, and decided to adjust them, quickly. Then she settled back, satisfied herself with the view, and began to pump her pussy full of jelly dong, and then withdraw it. She began to repeat the motion in concert with the man’s own pace and they slowly increased their action together. Within a few short minutes, they were both nodding their heads they were ready and their orgasms erupted one right after the other. The man was first and shot a huge spurt of white cum up and onto the window before him. It was such a substantial flow that Marla could see it splat on the window. That very moment her own body jolted stiff and her orgasm washed over her like a surfside wave on a hot summer’s beach. She went tumbling in the turmoil, never hurting, only giving in to the forces that controlled her. She caught only glimpses of her voyeur still spurting his jism at the window, keeping his orgasm up as long as hers was besieging her.

When they finally subsided, they both collapsed. Marla simply went limp, still facing and watching the man across the street. He on the other hand, fell back into a heavily cushioned chair, letting the binoculars hang from his chest, but never taking his other hand off his cock. Marla could scarcely see the stiff member begin to relax, but the totally satiated position the man was in told her all she needed to know about how he was feeling.

She felt the dildo in her pussy begin to eject itself, followed by its mate in her ass. It was as if their toys were obedient, programmed, and executing their designated instructions. The feeling of relaxation, total release, and utterly satiated sexual demand, brought her down like a feather on a pillow. She never knew when the feelings ended and the real world returned.

Inter-Continental Hotel, Los Angeles, Room 1712

Mark opened the door when he heard the knock. He was so horny all day it was difficult to work. He had fucked a “Stew” in the lav and stolen her panties. If he were still in college he would have a year-winning story of accomplishment. Since he was not, but married and over thirty, he was simply hot as hell for more.

The two of them, Mark and Beth, had decided to meet early. He blew off dinner with the client at the last minute, feeling ill. He couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and Beth.

Beth, standing in the doorway, was stunning, not so much for her beauty at that moment, but for her makeup and dress. She had her long straight hair back in a tight “do” that made her younger. Her dress was maroon and tightly knit, so much so as to create curves if there weren’t any already there. But of course, Beth had curves and this dress brought them out like a full moon on a clear night. She was wearing very high heels with calf high cross straps. These were over a sheer set of hose, obviously held up by a garter belt that Mark could see traces of through their imprint on the tight dress.

Beth spun around on her toes. “You like?”

Mark was shocked at her appearance. Gone was the conservative look that she would meet him in to have dinner. Gone was the low heeled look that would discourage rather than attract attention to her. Here was the hot look of Beth, slut and sex goddess in one. Here as one helluva night’s fun, waiting and ready to happen.

“I’ll take that low hanging jaw as a ‘Yes,’ then,” She said, and strutted by him into his room. “We’re eating in tonight, Mr. So you better break out the menu.” It was early, but Beth had planned every aspect of this evening and one called for an early dinner. She turned and looked at him from the side of the bed. “Well?”

Mark was still standing in the open doorway. He was in a daze, staring at this sexual beauty giving him commands in his own hotel room. He was so off guard that he simply responded with, “Ah, right.” Mark went to the night table and turned to the hotel’s menu in the three ringed binder. “What do you….” He was cut off.

“Two filet mingon’s, rare.” She said with authority. “We’re eating raw meat tonight.” He looked at her and said nothing. “Baked potatoes – butter, not sour cream. Mixed vegetables. Salad, Italiian dressing on the side. And champagne, two bottles, you choose.” She turned and paced around the room.

Mark looked after her, watching in amazement, then picked up the phone.

New York is Friendlier Than Its Reputation

Marla laid there for some time, half dreaming and half cognoscente of the blissful state of her body. She was floating on a cloud of fluff so soft she couldn’t feel it anywhere, only its support everywhere. She drifted toward consciousness, then back to dreamland. This went on partially as a result of her spent state, and partially because she deliberately did nothing to interrupt it.

Finally, she began to reacquire reality. Her first thought was that she was lying face up, dressed in a slut’s uniform of open tipped bra, panty less crotch and a garter belt and stockings, spread eagled on her bed and facing a curtain free set of windows on 84th Street in Manhattan. The man! She looked, and he was gone. She sat up quickly. Where had he gone? Had he deserted her? That was disappointing. They had shared something very intimate, and now he had gone? Was this just one more “man” thing he had done after she had been so open and free with her body for him?

Marla looked down at herself and began to feel sad. What had she done? The moment had passed, but the fact that she had masturbated in front of a strange man, probably a neighbor no less, and had done so in the most erotic and even nasty of ways, was an irretrievable fact of history now. She couldn’t take back the moment or the act. Worse, if this man was as callous as to leave her like that, her sole and body bared to his gaze, he might also think he could cause trouble for her. He might call any moment and try to blackmail her. “My God!” She gasped. “What if he had a camera rolling?” It would view her, but not him, and she would look like she was some pervert performing for anyone who cared to look. Or maybe she was performing for someone, other than the man she’d just shared herself with. The blackmail theme suddenly slapped her in the face with its obvious conduciveness to the incident. She rose from the bed and turned toward the closet just as there was a knock on the door.

Marla froze. She hadn’t let anyone in through security. Her buzzer hadn’t even rung. The only people able to get in without buzzing through were building staff and why would any of them be at her door now? Perhaps there was problem in the building. Yes, she hoped, there was a problem. She rushed to the door and was about to open it when the knocking came again at the same time she realized she was dressed not to greet a visitor, but to fuck an army. She ran back to the closet and snapped a robe from its door.

Looking through the peephole found in every apartment door in New York City, she asked faintly, “Yes? Who is it?”

There was a man there, leather jacket and blue jeans visible. He was average height, she thought, or leaning down to put his eye to the peephole, but he was far enough to one side she could see little. She had already erased the building staff from her list of candidates and was beginning to fear for her well being. Then she chided herself for doing so. There was a doorman on the building! He would have buzzed him up, wouldn’t he? This HAD to be someone safe.

“It’s me, from across the way.” He said in a low and manly voice. There was no threat in the words, and certainly none in the tone. The man seemed… she just didn’t know.

“What do you want?” Marla bit her lower lip. That didn’t sound right. It was too caustic for a response. “I mean, uh, well, sorry, why are you here? How did you get in?” That was better. She still couldn’t see him fully. Was he hiding something? The fear began to re-emerge.

“My name is Roy. You, you are gorgeous. I had to thank you. There was no way I could let you go through so much without me thanking you and telling you how, how absolutely beautiful you are. You made my day, my week, and hell, I’ll never forget this.” His body moved as if he were motioning with his hands as he talked to the peep hole of the door.

She considered his words, and the inflection in his voice. He was sincere. There was no menace to him, yet. He seemed very intent on being gracious and truly thankful. “How did you get in?” As tempting as it was to let him in, she had to act as if she was still not totally convinced.

“I have friends over here. I just came to visit one. The doorman knows me.” He was silent for a moment, as if waiting for her next question. When it didn’t come, he helped her out. “You don’t have to open the door. I understand. I just wanted to tell you that I would never say anything to anyone about what happened today, in case you were worried. Your secret is safe with me.”

Her secret? The fact that the two of them just bared their bodies and their nasty desires to the world, was HER secret? He had some nerve. She unbolted the chain and pulled the door open. “Just what do you mean by …” Her words were cut off mid sentence.

The man was a hunk, just as she had surmised from a distance. He had short hair like her husband, was a bit taller, a bit heavier, but buff, if not more so under that leather and denim. She didn’t realize how long she stood there, one hand holding the door handle and the other holding one side of her robe in front. Unfortunately, she also didn’t realize the other half of her robe had fallen aside, revealing a breast poking through her exotic bra, and the small patch of well trimmed hair just over her mound. The man called Roy was looking her up and down, a smile on his face.

“You are even more beautiful up close. I just can’t believe it.” A door could be heard to open further down the hall. The person emerging, a man in his fifties, Roy guessed, would have to come by this door in order to get to the elevators. He looked back at the gorgeous woman half naked before him and advised, “Perhaps you might want do something about that man coming this way?” His smile was even broader now. He was so confident, so much in control.

Marla registered the sound of the door closing and suddenly fathomed the impact of it and Roy’s words. She reached out and grabbed the man, pulling him abruptly into the apartment. She slammed the door shut then, far too loudly and far to abruptly. She didn’t want to be seen of course. Actually, she couldn’t imagine being seen by anyone while dressed this way. And yet, she had just pulled this stranger into her apartment, robe flying and now completely open before him. Marla pulled the lapels closed again, as if to erase the view he already had vividly in his mind.

Roy spoke first, “Listen, Marla, I…”

“How do you know my name!” She was totally surprised by this.

He smiled and said, “I think any man, when he sees a woman he likes will notice everything he can about her. I also know that when I see a woman that truly impresses me, as you do every time I see you, I’ll go out of my way to find out about you. When I found out that you were married though, I backed off, very saddened, but without wanting to bother you. The only problem was, every time I saw you that yearning to talk to you and strike something up, nearly caved me in. When I saw you this morning,” He looked in the direction of where the bedroom must be, “I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. You were a dream come true. And when you began, well, when you started to perform for me, I just couldn’t resist anymore.”

Marla was speechless. There was no danger. To the contrary, there was kindness and respect. This was a dream, of the most wonderful kind. Before she could speak, he continued.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you here. I shouldn’t have done that. Listen, I just wanted to let you know that this will never go anywhere. I promise. And I want to tell you that I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I think you are about the most gorgeous, most exotic beauty I have ever had the pleasure to see, let alone to… well.. you know.”

He was bowing his head like a little puppy dog, Marla thought. He was so sweet. All sense of fear and foreboding were gone. She was totally comfortable with this man, even in her apartment. He was not the type to take advantage. He was no threat physically, and now not even otherwise. There was nothing to worry about here.

“Thank you, Roy. You have put my mind at ease.” She looked up at his green eyes, “I admit that I was worried when you knocked. I.. I’ve never done anything like that before. It’s just that…” She was having trouble with the words, not because she was shy or ashamed, but because she didn’t know what she wanted to say. She was totally comfortable with what they had done together. There were no second thoughts, no remorse or guilt. They had had fun, a LOT of fun!

“I know what you mean. Believe me. When I first saw you, my instinct was to hide and watch as best I could through a curtain. But then I had built up this respect for you over the last year that, well, I just decided you deserved better than a peeping Tom.” He stopped for a moment, then continued. “You are truly gorgeous, Marla. Oh, I know your name from having overheard you and the doorman one day last fall. Sorry, hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. I just can’t believe you have been watching me all this time.” She was not as sharp in her intentions as perhaps the words had sounded.

“Oh, I never watched you, not like we just did. I would never have done that even today, if you hadn’t locked in on me and made it clear you didn’t mind.”

“I believe you, Roy, I believe you.” She looked around the apartment and wondered what to do next.

“Does your husband work here in the city?” Roy asked, trying to lighten the moment.

“Yes, but he has clients out of town too. He goes away on Tuesdays and comes back on Thursdays. That’s why I ….. well.. that’s pretty self explanatory, isn’t it?” She smiled.

“Yes, it is.” He smiled back. “His loss and my unbelievable gain.” He let the words hang for a moment.

“So would you like to sit down, Roy? Have some coffee?”

He moved a step closer to her, slowly, not in a threatening manor. “What I’d like to do, and what is appropriate, are I am sure, two entirely different things.” Before she could interrupt, he added, “I have to be honest with you. I have a wife. I am very happy with her. It’s just that, well, she is very satisfying, all around, really, including in a sexual way, but…. Well..”

Marla could wait no longer. Her courage was suddenly bold. She heard very familiar words. “You need something more anyway. You don’t know what, or why, just more.” She stopped, surprised the words came out, but now anxious to hear the response.

“YES! That’s it! Damn! I thought you would never understand that. I have never tried to explain that to anyone before. And here you know? I can’t believe it.”

“I am the exact same way, Roy.” She was liking this man, despite his differences from her husband, perhaps because of them. “I have had these feelings for the past year. They are the same, I think. But I feel the need for more, in more ways too I think, you know, not just position stuff, but.. well..”

“Nasty?” He stopped abruptly, wondering if he’d gone too far.

“YES!” She looked at him with surprise at her enthusiasm, and they both laughed hard. The similarities were more than coincidence. They were both seeking something, for the same reasons, but also appeared to be exacts in what they were seeking. They were silent for sometime, considering the ramifications of what they had disclosed, what they had already experienced, and the absolutely exhilarating fact that they might both soon be even further satisfied. There was no denying the attractions.

At the same instant, they began to speak. Roy chuckled first and said, “No, you first.”

“Ok,” She stepped up to him, put her hands on his chest. “It sounds to me, like we have some mutual needs, some mutual desires, and some mutual timing to satisfy those needs.” She pushed her pubic mound up against his, lewdly. “Am I right so far?”

Roy pushed back. He slid his hands around Marla, outside her sheer robe, and immediately reached down to probe the depths of her ass crack. The effect was to bring Marla up to him, several inches, and to force her groin into his that much firmer. “That answer your question?”

“Mmmmmm… it sure does.” She ground against him and then thrust her ass back against his hands. His fingers now reached the opening of her ass and he pushed a piece of her robe into the tiny hole. There was no hesitation, no concern for fabric or ceremony. He was going to test her resolve. Marla was in the same mood and began to think of what to do next. She was like a kid in a toy shop, but with an extremely interactive toy.

“My needs include many things you might not like, might not understand,” She pushed the envelop harder and farther. There was only the continuing buggering of her ass through the robe.

“I may need far more than just the normal stuff, maybe far too much for you.” She was taunting him now and wondered what he would do. She didn’t have to wait long for the answer.

Roy withdrew his hands and turned her around by the shoulders. He pushed her forward and over the overstuffed chair in the living room. With no fanfare at all, he bent her down so her head was on the seat, and her ass high in the air, so much so her feet came off the floor. He quickly lifted her robe over her ass, her back, and her head and let it flow out on the floor at the foot of the chair. “You’re teasing me.” He said, and peeled her pussy lips apart. Within five seconds, he went from the status of a neighbor to one of lover by shoving his cock between her lips and into Marla to the hilt.

“Ugh,” Marla yelped at the sudden impact. “Ohhhh.. yes,,, fuck me Roy. Take me hard.” She began to gyrate her ass back up at him.

Roy was not going to stay here though, in her hot wet pussy, not after all her words about needs. He was going to test her, and please her, and now, not later when they got more familiar and all that stuff that two people do in a caring relationship that goes beyond the sexual intimacies. This was a wanton woman, just as hot and horny as himself, and with the same special needs as himself. She needed to bare all to him, to have him do the same. They were equal in need, and must also be equal in deed. It was time now, not later. Roy withdrew his slick wet cock from her cunt and positioned it at the entrance to her ass. Without waiting, he said, “Now feel this, baby, and tell me just how naughty you want to be.” He shoved the head of his cock slowly through her sphincter muscle. Once inside, he stopped for a moment for her to adjust to the inevitable pleasurable pain, and then he shoved his pole up her ass until his balls banged against her pussy lips below.

Marla was in heaven and hell at once. Her ass ached from the sudden attack, and begged for more. She had found what she wanted and even if it weren’t for longer than this one meeting, her needs were to be satisfied this day. This man had shown her what she needed to know, he was not averse to anything, and ready to take the lead anytime she wanted. Her only question now was would her body survive what she wanted to ask of it?

Roy rammed his cock into her ass several times. He had cum once and was able to hold his second orgasm much longer. He was in control of that too right now. “Where are your toys, little lady?” He asked with an almost gruff tone.

“In the bedroom,” She responded, deliberately a touch meek in her voice. “They are on the bed, where I put them for you.”

Roy was pleased. She was responding perfectly. With his overpowering strength, he lifted her easily from the chair, still impaled on his staff, and carried her to the bedroom. He found the toys where she had said, and was immediately impressed with the massive assortment she had displayed. The first thing he spotted was a paddle and he pushed her onto her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, within reach of the device. Picking it up, he brought it down sharply on the side of her ass cheek.

“OH!” Marla exclaimed in surprise. Then he smacked her again, on the other side. Again she yelped, much more in surprise than any pain. Though she thought the redness must be showing already. There were a few more slaps and then she felt him maneuvering behind her again. He must have spotted something else.

Roy was amazed at the assortment. He could hardly believe he was buried to the hilt in the beautiful woman’s ass, and picking through an unbelievable selection of sex toys, figuring what he wanted to do to her next. “Nasty,” He thought to himself. He saw the cuffs and straps and had his plan.

With his cock still buried, he scooped up the cuffs and coupled them one-by-one to her ankles and wrists. Then instead of tying her off, as she thought was about to happen, he picked her up again and walked with her still impaled to the bathroom off the bedroom. He found what he was looking for and with one swipe, pulled the shower curtain right off its hooks. He whisked her back out of that room and into the bedroom where he spread the curtain on the bed. Marla was shocked that he would be so bold, and shaking with excitement at her anticipation at what he might do.

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