Mughal-e-Azam

Eva stepped out of the open car door and took the hand that Sir Dan was offering her. She looked around and was puzzled as to why Sir had brought her back to the mall where they worked. She was especially curious why he had her dress up to come there. “You look marvelous tonight Pet,” he said with a wink as he tucked her hand under his arm and led her toward the mall.
“Thank you Sir, and I love this dress. It is so beautiful.” He stopped and looked at her for a long moment, then he said, “It is as lovely as you are Pet,” and he gave her a long sensuous kiss.
“Thank you Sir,” she purred. She smiled shyly wondering what her Sir was up to but decided not to question him. She thought that perhaps they were coming to get some of his toys before going out to his favorite dungeon. She also wondered what the other employees would think seeing Sir kiss her and seeing them in formal dress. She gave into a smug little grin of self-satisfaction as they continued walking arm in arm.
She was enjoying holding onto his arm since she usually walked behind and to the right of him at lifestyle functions. He had told her that staying a step behind him was an old style tradition in the lifestyle in order to give protection to the submissive should trouble start. As they neared the mall entrance she saw that there were other couples dressed in formal wear and they were walking toward the mall as well. In fact, she saw some of her work mates. It crossed her mind that no one knew that she and Sir Dan were a couple. She turned to look at her handsome sexy Dom and she felt her back straighten and she held her head high. She felt great pride welling up in her knowing that he thought enough of her to disclose this much of their relationship to others where they worked. She was also happy to know that he was proud enough of her to be seen in public, and away from work together.
When they entered Sir led her to the huge glass domed atrium that was in the center of the mall. The entire area had been transformed since that afternoon into a lovely romantic ballroom. Now she understood why Sir had dismissed her and the other women in the department early that day. She looked at him with wonder as she took in the entire scene. Through the subdued lighting there were tiny twinkling white lights blinking in the small trees that surrounded the entire room. In the middle of the atrium at the backside of the dance floor was a giant cone shaped float much like a Christmas tree and it was covered entirely in red and pink roses. The base appeared to be about ten or twelve feet across and it reached almost to the top of the forty-foot ceiling. The roses were real and their lovely scent caught her attention as soon as they entered. The same small twinkling lights were scattered throughout the rose tree. Eva had never seen or smelled anything so wonderful. She heard Sir Dan chuckle at the look of wonder on her face as she stood transfixed at the sight.
He squeezed her arm as he led her through the many small round intimate tables for two. Each table was draped with a white tablecloth and had a lighted candle and a long stem red rose in a white glass bud vase. The only other light that added to the charm of the sensual atmosphere was the subdued light of the small stage and dance floor at one side of the room. There was a small group of musicians playing romantic big band songs like the ones her parents used to listen to when she was a child. When Sir led her close to the front of the room and pulled her chair out for her she saw that the coasters on the table were actually small red and white lacy valentines. She saw that there were also small groups of red and pink heart shaped helium balloons scattered throughout the tables.
When she sat down a waitress appeared and Sir gave her an order for champagne. Eva looked at him with all the love that she had come to feel for him. She was so proud to be with him and it was a really special treat that he brought her here as his date. She had known it was Valentine’s Day but had not really paid much attention to the decorations at the mall. She had seen them up for weeks and had sort of forgotten about the holiday. “Sir?” she said, “I forgot about Valentine’s Day and I apologize that I did not get you a gift.”
“That’s no problem Pet. To tell the truth, I had forgotten about it as well until the boss reminded me a few days ago that the company was throwing this shindig for the employees. But never fear,” he added with his eyebrow raised, “I have plans for you later this evening my dear.” She couldn’t help smiling as he leaned close to her ear and gave a sexy and sadistic little chuckle.
“Yes Sir,” she giggled.
While they waited for the waitress to return Eva looked around at the amazing change in the atrium. She also noticed that there was a buffet style table of food at the back of the room. “Sir,” Eva said lowering her eyes as she addressed him, “Would you allow me to prepare a plate of food for you?”
Sir Dan did not answer right away because just then the waitress returned. She placed a silver bucket of ice with a small open bottle of champagne for two on the table near him and two crystal champagne glasses. He took the bottle and poured a little champagne, which he tasted. Satisfied with the taste he poured a little more and some for Eva. He handed her the glass and as he clinked their glasses together he said, “Happy Valentine’s Day Pet.”
“Happy Valentines Day Sir.”
“I thought this evening I would give you a new challenge Pet. I want to see just how quiet you can be while I fuck the daylights out of you. Cheers,” Sir Dan chuckled as they drank the wine. He laughed out loud when he saw the frightened look of uncertainty that crossed her face. “Don’t worry Pet,” he said as he brushed a stray strand of her hair from her cheek, “You will like what I have in mind. I promise. But you need to know now that I will require absolute silence. Is that understood?”
Eva was not sure what to think but as a good submissive who trusted her Sir with everything she gave a shy grin as she murmured, “Yes, of course Sir.”
“Good girl. I will let you know when the silence will begin. In the meantime I would love that plate of food now my Pet. And bring some for yourself as well.”
“Yes Sir,” she replied, and when Sir stood up to help her with her chair she rose to leave. Just then Sir Dan stopped her with a hand on her arm.
“And, by the way Pet, I know I told you this once, but, you look positively magnificent this evening.” He smiled at her with a look of pure passion. Then while she was blushing at his remark he gave a low growl and leaned over and kissed her. He put his arms around her waist as they kissed and pulled her up close to him. “That’s my sexy sub,” he whispered and again he kissed her hard in a long lustful embrace that took her breath away.
Breathless, “Thank you Sir,” was all she could say when she was finally able to speak. “I will be back in a moment,” she added as she tried to stop the trembling in her legs. Her pussy was as wet as it could be and it took a great deal of effort for her to maintain her composure as she headed for the buffet table. A few moments later she returned with two plates of food.
“Thank you Pet,” Sir said.
“You are welcome Sir.”
As they ate Sir chatted about how the male employees had gathered after work and put together the evening’s decorations. Eva told him what a good job they had done. She remarked about how romantic it all looked. “I didn’t know men could do all this,” she said. “Usually it is the women who do the decorating.”
“Don’t underestimate us fellas, Pet,” he chuckled.
When they had finished their food and drank some more champagne a love song that Sir liked began to play. “Shall we dance”, he asked. Eva took the hand he offered and he led her to the dance floor. She was amazed at what a good dancer Sir was. But then she reminded herself that she had not seen anything yet that her Sir could not do. They danced and danced. She thought that she could dance with her Sir forever. Finally, almost an hour later, being a little out of breath they returned to their table and enjoyed another drink.
When they finished Sir asked the waitress for another bottle of champagne. After she brought it Sir handed Eva the empty glasses and grabbed the bottle in one hand. Then he took her other hand and led her around the perimeter of the dance floor. When they reached the other side where the rose tree stood he stopped and looked around for a few moments. When he was satisfied and another set of music began he turned to Eva and said, “Ok Pet, silence begins as of now. Are you ready?”
“Yes Sir,” she said and she was delighted to feel the wave of excitement that always happened when Sir began to play with her. This time she was especially excited and a bit worried. She had assumed that Sir meant for them to play after the Valentine Ball, and she was wondering just what he had in mind with all these other people around. But, as usual she stayed quiet and waited for him to let her know what he had planned. Just then, she felt him tug on her hand as he quickly led her around to the back of the rose tree.
She looked back for an instant to see if anyone noticed them leaving. So far she did not see anything. However, she was more puzzled than ever wondering about why he had come here and not to his secret dungeon in back of his office. But, she didn’t have to wonder for long. Sir had brought them to the backside of the rose tree and he was reaching into the tree. In a second a small door in the tree popped open. Sir guided her inside and when he turned around to close the door she noticed that he was putting a pad lock in place.
Eva thought this was odd behavior from Sir Dan until she turned around. As she heard the muffled sound of love songs just outside her vision adjusted to the dim light and she saw the inside of the cone shaped rose tree was hollow and was held up with a series of metal poles that looked like a giant erector set. In the middle were two tall scaffolds about four feet apart and held up by large sturdy metal pipes that looked like a set children’s monkey bars. To one side of the space she saw Sir’s toy bag complete with several lengths of rope. Sucking in her breath she suddenly realized what was about to happen. Now she understood that he had brought the lock to prevent them from being disturbed. She turned to Sir. She was careful to keep her eyes lowered because she knew for sure that they were going to play right here. Just then Sir Dan grabbed her and pulled her close into another long and lingering kiss of passion.
As another slow sexy love song played just outside the structure he lifted her head with one hand and looked directly in her eyes. With a wicked little grin he put a hand on her breast and feeling for the nipple he gave it a hard pinch as he twisted it. Eva sucked in her breath hard and opened her mouth, but the look her Sir gave her reminded her of the silence he had commanded and she quickly closed her mouth, and squeezed her eyes shut, and bit her lip against the pain.
When she opened her eyes he had pulled her breast out of her gown and was sucking on it greedily. Her cunt immediately got wet and she started to breath hard. Remembering once again to be silent she again bit her lip as Sir Dan cradled her in his arms while he licked and sucked the cool skin of her breast. Once again he took her nipple in his mouth and bit down just hard enough to make her jump, but she did not make a sound. “Good girl Pet,” he whispered just loud enough for her to hear over the melody outside as he kissed her neck and ear.
Eva was so hot and wet that she was sure she would cum hard just from the touching and kissing. She couldn’t help wonder what she was going to do since she could not speak and ask Sir for permission to cum. She stifled a moan as she turned her head to the side and bit her lip once more. Just then, as if he had read her mind he growled in her ear, “Cum NOW my little cumslut.” Eva was shocked and amazed that her body obeyed his command and without any further prompting she felt her cunt tense and shudder as slick wet cum slid out of her pussy. She felt the hot flush in her cheeks as she blushed profusely and she couldn’t help letting out a gasp. She couldn’t believe that he had done that and she marveled that just the sound of her Dominant’s voice and command had made her cum without her cunt being touched in any way. She looked in surprise at Sir Dan as her mouth dropped open and he chuckled, “My sweet, sweet pet, you didn’t know you could cum on command did you?” He laughed again and added, ” Why pet how did your face get so red?”
Unable to ask for permission, Eva took the liberty of putting her arms around the neck of her beautiful Dom with the steel gray hair and she began to rub her body against his in time to the music that was playing. Sir Dan grabbed her then, holding her close, and began to move with her in time to the music. She gave him a hot sultry look and a huge grin as she let her tongue slowly lick around the inside of her parted lips, and without a sound she rubbed her pussy against his crotch. She could feel his hard cock beneath their clothes and she heard her wonderful Sir’s low chuckle as he wrapped her in his arms and gave her another passionate kiss.
This time when he pushed his tongue between her lips she surprised him by taking it slowly into her mouth and sucking on it gently. Sir Dan held her even closer and tighter and he rubbed his growing hard on against her body. She thought she could cum again just from the sheer passion they were sharing. When he finally pulled his tongue out of her mouth his handsome eyes narrowed and he gazed down at her as he growled, “Ok my little vixen, remember you better be careful what you ask for.”
With that he grabbed her breast again and started sucking on the large nipples. Eva was breathing hard and trying not to make any sound when he suddenly crouched down and ran his hand up under her gown. He grabbed her crotch though the slinky black dress slipping a couple of fingers into her wet cunt. He grabbed her cunt hard and the feeling of his hand and the satin gown turned her on so much that she had to bite down hard to stifle the moan that was escaping from her throat. She loved feeling of private humiliation that took her over every time her Sir grabbed her like that, and as she bit her lip once again she felt herself blush. “Why I do believe,” he quipped in amusement, “Red becomes you pet.”
Then Eva gave him a big sensuous smile, and a sexy wink just before she shyly lowered her eyes back into submission. She did so love this man.

Note: This story was a reader request…and co-written with Blonde Teresa.
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“I just can’t imagine why they are working out so late every time,” Chris lamented to his new friend Bob.
Bob slammed back another beer and nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, Teresa’s always been pretty diligent about her workouts, but NEVER to this extent!”
“You know, it’s not so bad having the wives away, I can finally catch up on my sports, get all my stuff done, just have some ME time, and just relax,” offered Bob.
Even though Bob was saying these things, what he was really feeling inside was quite different. He was trying to put on a real macho exterior for his friend’s benefit, but just like his friend Chris, he was lost without his wife. There was really nothing that could substitute for being with her. Not watching sports or movies, or even playing golf could replace his wife’s glow that just seemed to keep his entire world lit up.
“Hey buddy, you definitely said it. This is definitely the life,” replied Chris as he finished up his 7th beer. Bob was about to put an end to his 8th beer. The two married men had become much closer since their wives started spending so much time together. The girls were not only doing aerobics together — a LOT — lately, but they had also started shopping, and just having the girl’s night out almost every week here lately.
Here lately, Belinda had started coming over to their place, and occasionally, she would bring her husband Thomas along. Chris never told Bob about his wife’s liaisons with Thomas. He didn’t know if he could tell anyone. He was somewhat embarrassed about what had happened, but at the same time, incredibly turned on about the things that occurred between Cheryl and Thomas.
“So, Thomas is your boss right? How is that all working out?” asked Bob.
“Just fine, really. He’s a great guy,” replied Chris
“Yeah, I only met him that one time at the party. He seems like a great guy. His wife Belinda seems nice too, though she can be pretty pushy at times.”
“Yeah,” responded Chris. “I’m not sure if it’s really being pushy or if she is just a little bit more straightforward with the way she puts things sometimes. One thing you have to admit though Bob, Belinda is one smokin’ hot woman. Shit, she can talk down to me all she wants. With that ass, I’d let her walk all over me.”
Both men, feeling the effects of too much alcohol laughed at that comment.
“Shit, I know you’ve seen my wife’s ass. I’m not sure, but it might even be bigger then Belinda’s. Would you let Teresa just walk all over you?” asked Bob.
“Ummmm….yeah, trust me Bob, I’ve definitely noticed your wife’s ass. With all those skimpy little outfits she is constantly parading around in, it would definitely seem that she doesn’t mind showing off that bubble butt of hers.”
Both me were becoming increasingly more drunk as the conversation progressed. They were now spilling their beers as they talked.
“Shit Chris, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” remarked Bob as he stood up, almost losing his balance in the process. Chris followed after his friend in a similar fashion.
“Where are we going?” asked Chris.
“Here, pull up a seat,” replied Bob as he sat down at his computer, motioning for Chris to join him.
“Now you better not tell Cheryl or Teresa about this. You got me? If word got back to Teresa that I had showed you these, I would be dead meat!” As Bob spoke to Chris, the alcohol emanating from his breath could be picked up a mile away. Bob swayed his finger as he attempted to point to the screen in front of him.
“Of course! Believe me, your secret is safe with me! What are you going to show me?” asked Chris.
Three clicks later, Bob opened up a photo gallery on his computer. It was of Bob and Teresa’s vacation in the Bahamas this past summer.
“This, my friend, is what I have been talking about,” slurred Bob.
The pictures that came up were of Teresa in a tiny string bikini. The all black bikini barely covered anything on the blonde bombshell. The top just barely covered her nipples. Her huge breasts seemed ready to burst forth through the material. And what’s more, as Chris attempted to look closer in his drunken stupor, Teresa must definitely do some trimming of her pubic hair, or it would surely be visible around the tiny bikini bottoms! The beach where the photos were taken looked like an immaculate paradise, but nothing could tear Chris’s eyes away from the sexy woman standing on the beach.
“Now this is from our last vacation. The four of us went down to Cancun for two weeks,” said Bob.
“The four of you?” responded Chris, though never peeling his eyes off the sexy woman on the screen.
Bob clicked on another picture, and threw his head back, finishing off his 8th beer.
“Yeah, Teresa and I, along with our neighbor Jerome and his girlfriend Stacey. Now that is one hot little Number! I’ll have to show you her.”
Bob passed through several more photos of Teresa. The images were coming and going so quickly, that Chris wasn’t really able to study them as carefully as he would have liked to, much to his disappointment. Some pictures he could quickly make out, before they disappeared off the screen. The ones that he could get a glimpse of made him want to see more.
The tiny black bikini that Teresa was wearing was nothing but a thong in the back. They definitely showed off her exquisitely stacked bubblebutt, Chris found him self starting to shift. Even those ½ second images would stay with him for a long time. He wished Bob would just slow down and let him see all the pics.
“OK, here it is! Here we go,” said Bob.
The picture on the screen was of a blonde woman, but it was not Teresa. Though wearing a very similar tiny black bikini, this girl looked considerably younger. She did not have an ass like Teresa, but as far as Chris could remember, nobody really did. The most obvious attribute about this young girl, however, was the fact that her breasts were simply HUGE! Similar to Teresa’s the bikini top, it scarcely covered the girl’s nipples. Chris could tell by the picture that her tits were at least a 48 DDD.
“WOW! I’m just guessing, but I bet you guys had a GREAT time down there,” exclaimed Chris as he jabbed Bob in the side with his elbow. Both men stood captivated, starring at the screen.
“Yeah,” responded Bob in a low voice.
“What do you mean, just ‘yeah’. Shit what could possibly be wrong with two hot women like that to look at the entire time you are on vacation?” asked Chris.
Bob looked earnestly at Chris, and then clicked the mouse, bringing up the next picture.
“Jerome,” was Bob’s simple reply.
Chris saw the screen get darker out of the corner of his eye. Looking away from Bob’s face towards the screen, Chris saw something almost just as shocking as the pictures of Teresa and Stacey.
“That is Stacey’s boyfriend Jerome. He is our neighbor that I was telling you about,” continued Bob.
“Jesus!” was the only reply Chris could manage.
On the screen, there was an extremely muscular young dark black man. He had a shaved head, and his incredibly toned and muscular dark body was simply glistening under the bright Bahamas sun.
However, the shocking part could be detected as the eye traveled down just a little bit further. Similar to how Teresa and Stacey’s bikini’s were a contrasting black on their white skin color, Jerome had a white suite that contrasted strikingly against his black skin.
Calling what Jerome was wearing a ‘bathing suit’ was certainly stretching the definition of the term! As scandalous as Teresa and Stacey’s bikinis were, Jerome’s suite may have actually been a bit more obscene! Clad only in a tiny white speedo, Jerome had the presence of an ebony God. He looked as if he could almost be in a body building competition the way his muscular phsyique stood out on the bright sandy beach. His massive, hulking black body stood out strikingly against his bulging white spandex cloth. And what a bulge it was! Even Chris found himself staring at it intently, in spite of himself. The white cloth looked to be under considerable duress, as if it was about ready to split under the pressure from the contents inside. That massive bulge would be hard to miss! By now, Bob was looking directly at it as well.
“Well, I guess I can see your problem!” chuckled Chris.
“Yeah, now you see why the vacation wasn’t all that great of a time by all! Stacey hardly even knew I was there most of the time. I probley talked to her for a total of 30 minutes the entire two weeks. She was completely enthralled by Jerome. And that’s not the worst of it either. My wife Teresa also seemed to dote on him the entire trip. She was hanging around him every chance she got. I guess it’s hard to blame her though.”
Bob clicked on mouse, bringing up the next picture. This picture showed Teresa and Stacey on either side of Jerome. They were all posing for a shot on the beach, and it was obvious that Bob was the one behind the camera.
The contrasting of skin, the three incredibly hot bodies all together in one shot were too much to handle for Chris. The alcohol already consumed was catching up to him.
“Well one thing you do have to admit, that guy is surely packing.” Chris now was being bolder.
“Yeah, and he didn’t mind showing it off either. One night Teresa came and found me, and she was acting pretty funny. When I asked her what was wrong, said she that she had walked into the hotel room, and had accidentally caught Stacey on her knees giving Jerome a blowjob.”
“HOLY SHIT!” exclaimed Chris, obviously enthralled with the turn of the discussion.
“Yeah, you’re tell me! She said Stacey was right there on her knees, with both hands wrapped around Jerome’s dick. Teresa went on to tell me that even with both hands wrapped around it, his dick was still only about half covered. What wasn’t covered by Stacey’s hands was covered by her tiny mouth as she sucked his cock,” said Bob.
“I bet that about freaked her out! Christ, how long did Teresa stand there watching? Did they even know she saw them?” asked Chris, trying to mask some of the excitement he was starting to feel as he envisioned the scene in his mind.
“Yeah, well that’s what upset me the most. When Teresa came back and told me what she had seen, I asked her the same question. She said she didn’t hang around and watch the whole thing. She said she just opened the door and saw it, and felt completely shocked at first. After all, seeing her friend and her neighbor in that situation and all, but then she confessed what shocked her even more was the size of Jerome’s cock. I guess that got me a little upset, but hey, if I was a woman, and something like that suddenly appeared in front of me, I’d probably be looking too. So I guess I can’t fault her for looking for awhile, I mean you have to admit the guy is hung. Teresa and I even joked later that Jerome certainly proves the myth about black guys being hung.”
Both laughed at that, acting like they didn’t believe it, like one black man proved an entire myth. But somehow, both men suddenly felt very much convinced that the ‘myth’ actually WAS true.
“So what made you upset?” asked Chris.
“Well she said that when she saw them, it took her a couple seconds to register what was actually taking place right in front of her eyes. As she was standing there, kinda confused, she looked up into Jerome’s eyes. Jerome had instantly seen her standing there. She said when she made eye contact with him, he winked at her with a big old smile on his face.
Not only that, but as he winked at her, he also grabbed Stacey’s head with his hands, and forced her to go down even further on his dick! Teresa said he was looking at her the whole time, and that Stacey was oblivious to her being there. Teresa said she could hear her friend choking on it as he pulled her head down, and it was still not even halfway in her mouth,” recounted Bob.
“Oh my God, that must have been a sight.” blurted out Chris.
“Well it just pissed me off that he winked at her and smiled while getting a blowjob from Teresa’s friend. What’s that all about anyway?” asked Bob.
“Well did you say anything to him? Did you confront him?” asked Chris.
“Nah,” answered Bob, hanging his head as if in shame. “I didn’t say anything to him. I wanted to, but the timing was never quite there. I mean, it’s not like his sex life is really any of my business. I just brushed it off as being in the heat of the moment, you know? If I were receiving a really good blowjob and another pretty girl walked in, who knows what I’d do.” Reasoned Bob.
Chris leaned towards Bob.
“Yeah. Hey, don’t feel too bad. It could have been a lot worse. At least nothing happened between Jerome and Teresa,” offered Chris.
“That’s true. But here’s the thing, every since that day, she has been wearing more and more revealing things. At first I thought it was really great, you know, having a really HOT wife that every man in the world stares at and wants. I always thought I wanted her to do that, but now, more times than not, she’ll wear the most scandalous things out in public. And of course whenever Jerome comes around, it seems to be even worse! You know as well as I about her little aerobics outfits. It’s as if she has changed her entire wardrobe since that once incident!”
“I’m sure that tiny little bikini didn’t help matters,” responded Chris
“Shit, are you kidding me? She was a different woman after that day. She has always liked showing off her body, but it used to be in a more decent way. When it was like that, I was all for it. But every since that day, she would wear the skimpiest things when Jerome was around. Tight little half shirts with no bra, short little shorts that showed the bottom of her bubblebutt, and all kinds of . things like that. And hey, you remember how she acted at that Christmas party with Tyrone, who incidentally is actually Jerome’s cousin.”
“I had no idea!” answered Chris as he was trying to hide one of the biggest hardons of his life.
“Yeah, and he came to visit Jerome shortly after the party,” said Bob.
“What happened?” asked Chris.
“Well I came home from work and all three of them, Jerome, Tyrone and my wife were all in our back pool. Teresa had on that tiny little black thong bikini, like in those pictures from our vacation, while Jerome and Tyrone both had on a pair of those white speedo bathing suits.”
“Oh no,” responded Chris.”
“Yeah, you can probley guess what happened,” continued Bob.
Chris was almost shaking by now from excitement. His eight beers, plus his horniness of picturing Teresa with those two big black studs was getting to be too much to bear.
“Just tell me that Tyrone isn’t like his cousin?” Asked Chris.
“Oh yeah, just EXACTLY like his cousin.” Answered Bob.
“Jesus, how can you compete with that?” Asked Chris.
“Tell me about it! I mean, it’s not like I’m small, but those two guys are so much bigger. I’m nowhere close to that.”
“Yeah, me either.” confessed Chris.
Both men just looked at each other and then hung their heads, trying to think of what to say next. With the growing horniness and the alcohol running through his brain, Chris just let it all fly.
“You want to hear something?”
Bob looked at Chris.
“What?” Asked Bob.
“Well I have never told you about my wife Cheryl and Thomas. Now if I do, you have to promise me that you won’t say anything to Teresa or anyone about this ok?” Asked Chris.
“Yeah man, I just showed you pictures of my wife in a thong bikini, and told you about the misfortunes of my last vacation. I think you can rest easy.”
Both men laughed.
“Well I was on a business trip 2 months ago, so Cheryl was at home by herself. Thomas was also at home by himself because Belinda was up taking care of her sick mother,” said Chris.
“Well, Belinda asked Cheryl if she could help her out by cooking a nice, homemade meal for Thomas on one of the days she would be away,” continued Chris.
“Uh-oh, I can see trouble coming right away,” interjected Bob.
“Yeah. Well, I didn’t even know about this ahead of time, and neither did Thomas. So I get a phone call one night from Cheryl. She is in hysterics to the point that I’m wondering what had happened to her. Well, when I finally got her to calm down enough, she told me what had happened.”
“I guess she had prepared a nice meal for Thomas. A really nice meal that is actually one of *my* favorite dishes that she rarely ever cooks for me. Anyway, took it over there and kinda snuck in the back door, to surprise Thomas just like Belinda had asked her to do. Well, when she walked in into the living room, Thomas was sitting in his chair, naked and jerking off.”
“Holy Shit! “I can’t fucking believe that!” exclaimed Bob.
“Yeah, and just like Teresa, it shocked the shit out of my wife as well,” answered Chris.
“Damn, what is it with our wives seeing these big black guys naked?” asked Bob.
“I don’t know, but she said he was huge, at least a foot long, like Jerome. She said he heard her, and he turned around, all startled.”
“I bet.” said Bob
“Well he apologized, and Teresa apologized for sneaking up on him. She said the whole time she was just watching his big dick sway back and forth as he searched for his pants. She said it was incredible looking.”
“Shit, and you let your wife go over there with that Big Black Dick right in the same house with her,” observed Bob.
“Hey, your wife is there too,” Chris shot back.
Both men stared off into the distance, thinking of what the other didn’t know, and wondering what they possibly might not know as well.

A shadow moved toward her and she simply gave into the situation, pulling off her tee shirt. She now stood naked in the darkness as the complete stranger approached her. She reached out her hands to him as he got closer and guided them to her breasts. Still aroused from her first encounter, her nipples were hard, aching for his touch. When his hands clasped both breasts she gasped… his hands were cold, much different from the first man who… who fucked her. Could she call it rape? She had given in so completely she realized now that, though she didn’t consent, she didn’t say no either.
Now, as the cold rough hands kneaded her small breasts, the palms rolling over her nipples, Alicia again surrendered herself completely to the sensations. She closed her eyes as she pulled her closer to him, reaching around behind her and squeezing her ass. Feeling bolder now, Alicia reached to his crotch and gently grabbed his cock, squeezing it through his pants.
Breaking the silence that had shrouded the darkness in the kitchen, Alicia whispered to him, “Are you going to fuck me? Are you going to fuck my pussy?”
“Not after him,” he said.
“Then what?” she asked.
“Do you have any lube?”
“There’s some Vaseline in the bathroom but you’ll need to turn on the light,” she said.
“No, no light, where is the bathroom?”
“It’s over there,” she replied, pointing into the darkness. Her eyes had adjusted some, but she could barely see the door. The man started to move toward the door but banged into a prep table.
“Damn.”
“Look, you stay here, I’ll go get it.”
“But…”
“Look, your partner just finished fucking me, but I’m not done yet, besides, I’ve never been fucked in the ass,” she said, feeling a strange feeling inside her.
“Okay, go get the Vaseline, but no lights.”
Alicia carefully moved over toward the bathroom door. After only a week doing the kitchen cleanup in the evenings she wasn’t confident in her memory of the kitchen layout so she used her hands and felt her way across the room. Finally finding her way to the bathroom she stepped inside and paused. Once again she had another opportunity; she could close and lock the bathroom door, escaping the situation. The door was metal, with a sturdy frame and lock, so she could stay inside and the two men wouldn’t be able to get to her.
Considering her predicament and what was about to happen, she felt the strange feeling in her stomach and opened the small medicine cabinet at the sink. She carefully ran her hands over the hairbrushes and things her coworkers had stored until she found the familiar shape of the Vaseline jar. She grabbed it and came out into the kitchen again, walking carefully back to the sink. Opening the jar, she held it up to the man, looking into his face. Though not ugly, she wouldn’t call him handsome either, not even in a rugged way.
“Hey, don’t look at my face,” he shouted, firmly grabbing her chin and turning her head.
Wanting to keep from getting hurt she cried out, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“Just turn around and bend over.”
Alicia turned and again leaned over the sink. She felt a finger slid up between the cheeks of her ass and rub over her tight hole. It circled slowly and then quickly dipped into her, falling out as she jerked forward.
“Dammit, stay still.”
“Shit Joe, she said she’d never done this before. Take it easy on her.”
Those were the first words she heard from the man who had fucked her earlier. “Thank you,” she said toward the silhouette.
“Okay, I’m sorry and hell, what did you say my name for?”
“How many Joes do you think are in this city? Now hurry up.”
“Ma’am, would you please bend over,” Joe said, mockingly sweet.
Alicia bent back over the sink and opened her legs, a bit better prepared for the finger that, now gently slid into her ass. She tried to relax herself and in a few moments felt him push the finger deep into her.
Behind her Allison heard a slopping sound as he greased up his cock and then she felt it pressing between her cheeks. Taking a deep breath she felt his rod press against her, slowly but firmly opening her. She started to pull away from, but heard him whisper, “Just relax, if you do, you’ll loosen up.”
Closing her eyes, she thought about getting fucked just a few minutes earlier and slowly relaxed. His cock once again began pushing against her and feeling a bit of pain, she did feel her muscles loosen and felt his cock slowly ease into her. She felt it go deep and then hit something way up there; she then felt the cock ease back out of her. The man gently pushed himself into her again, a little faster this time.
Feeling more comfortable now, Alicia reached between her legs and began to move her fingers over her clit as the man increased the intensity of his thrusts. Sensing him getting closer to coming, she moved her fingers faster, quickly bringing herself off just before she heard him groan and push deep inside her. He rested his chest on her back as he pumped his cum into her open ass and then he quickly pulled out of her.
“Now get your pants on and let’s get out of here,” Alicia heard her first lover say. She leaned against the sink and watched the two shadowy figures fumble around a bit and then head toward the back door. She quickly grabbed a rag and ran it over the floor under her, rounded up her clothes, got dressed and then gathered up her stuff. Afraid of what might happen to her if she was there when the police arrived, she moved to the back door and set the alarm. Leaving the door ajar she rushed out to her car and slowly pulled away, knowing the alarm would go off in a minute or so.
She hoped that when the police arrived they’d find the door ajar and figure some burglars had gotten the door open, robbed the place and then slipped back outside. Maybe the police wouldn’t discover what happened in front of the sink and wonder who else was in there. Pulling into her driveway she suddenly remembered the Vaseline jar. “What happened to the jar?” she whispered to herself. Quietly entering her apartment she went to her cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Gabe had had many strange photography assignments for the eccentric, but very rich Mr. R, an avid collector or erotica, but this was perhaps the most challenging. The money was better than good, however, and when he’d put a little thought into it, Gabe saw little problem in the execution of the assignment. It was something different. He might even enjoy it.
When Ms. Tulip came off the stage at the Bourbon Street female impersonators’ club and swished into her dressing room that Saturday night, Gab was waiting for her. The meta hunk had worn a muscle shirt barely covering the firm bulges of his torso and a silky pair of shorts that barely held the bulge of his ten thick inches. So, when he asked her if she’d come pose for him for photos, her quick answer was, “Honey, you can take me anywhere you want and do anything you want to me.” She would have cause to reconsider that comment.
They went straight out to the alley and Ms. Tulip hiked up behind Gabe on his motorcycle, stiletto heels and all. “She” wrapped her arms around Gabe and hugged him tight. By the time they reached the plantation house on the Mississippi, Ms. Tulip had fully examined every curve and hard muscle of Gabe’s torso under his muscle shirt and had determined for herself that everything in that bulging basket at his crotch was the real deal. She was purring when they stopped in front of the old mansion.
Gabe had a room set up with still cameras pointing from different angles at a floodlit ivory chaise lounge backed by a white curtain. These cameras were set to automatically fire off photos at seven-second intervals. He had another handheld camera for close-up shots.
Ms. Tulip hadn’t liked the idea that Gabe wanted to photograph her as she was rather than the image she wanted to display, but she made only one demand in compensation as she stripped down to black silk net stockings, garter belt, and stiletto heels and wrapped herself in a red silk lounging robe.
“If I show it all, Dear Boy, you must as well. I want you to be nude for the photo session as well.”
And then, when Gabe had stripped down, her response was. “Holy, Mother, Jesus, Joseph, Herod, and Pilate, you stud you. Is it legal to be as beautiful and big . . . everywhere . . . as you are? Love the rings in the ear, nipples, and navel, and, Oh my God, there too. Come to Momma, you horse-hung beauty, you. I gotta have me some of that, Baby.”
“Photo shoot,” Gabe answered. “Concentrate, woman. You can keep the pout if you want, but drape yourself on the chaise, please. Back to me. Yes, like that. Robe off your shoulders and look back at me. Yes, just like that. A beautiful woman; soft shoulders, beautiful face, brunette hair flowing down your back. Work it for me, and I’ll work it for you.”
Click, click went the cameras.
“Okay, same position, but let the robe all the way down to your waist. Beautiful rounded shoulders tapering down to that tiny waist, and glowing, golden tan skin. Right.”
Click, click, click.
“Half turn around, now. Show that nice perky tit. Yes, that’s nice. Now full around and lean back into the chaise. Arch your back to me; give me a full frontal on those nice tits. Now, fingers to tits and work them. Luscious red nails against the glowing skin and big, pink taut nipples. Wonderful. Make love to the camera.”
Click, click, click.
“I’d rather make love to you, Sweet Cakes,” Ms. Tulip said, as she blew Gabe a kiss. “You’re making me all hot and bothered, Honey. Come over here and cool Ms. Tulip off, won’t you?”
Gabe just laughed. “Now, move your hands slowly down your torso and slit the robe so that we can see the nice long line of your legs in those silk stockings.”
Click, click, click.
“Yes, that’s nice. That’s hot!”
“I sure can see that, Honeybun,” Ms. Tulip purred. “Don’t look now, but you’re getting hard. I can take care of that. Although I may need help from the rest of the girls in the show, because I’ve never seen such a big and thick one.”
“OK, now, slowly open the robe the other way. Show the cock.”
“Sweetie, Ms. Tulip doesn’t like to show Mr. Albert. He destroys the illusion.”
“Depends on what illusion you want to make. It was a deal. I stripped down, and you show it all.”
“Oh, very well,” and Ms. Tulip slowly uncovered “her” cock, although then “she” arched “her” back even more, trying to draw the attention of the camera back to the melon-sized breasts that had cost her so much effort and a small fortune to acquire.
Gabe started clicking away with his handheld camera, coming closer and closer to Ms. Tulip until he was straddling the chaise at the level of her hips and taking close-ups of her beautiful woman’s face and those nice breasts.
Ms. Tulip writhed sensually below him. She reached up and took his huge cock in both of her hands. “Ooooh, uncut. And that divine gold ring in the foreskin. Wonderful.” She slid the loose foreskin off and on the bulbous head of his cock, and his eight-inch half hard stiffened right up and went to a full ten inches as he clicked away with his camera. Some of his shots were straight down his flat belly to the hand job Ms. Tulip was giving him. But then she pulled his hips up and had those big ruby-red lips opening wide. She slid the foreskin off the helmet of his cock and took the head in up to the rim and sucked and tongued him there.
Click, click, click.
Gabe pulled the robe off her back and turned her over on her belly.
“Up on all fours, he said. Rest the side of your head on the top of the chaise and look into the camera over there. Show it how much you are enjoying this.”
He widened the stance of her legs and gave her breasts a little pat, sending them shimmering as they hung down from Ms. Tulip’s chest. Her dangling cock could also be seen by the camera. Gabe pushed her butt cheeks apart and kissed and tongued her asshole for a few minutes. She wiggled her butt and sighed and moaned for him.
Click, click, click.
He got out a tube of KY and lubricated her ass real well and then slicked down his own cock with the lubricant. Then he took up a six-inch length of small beads and attached them to the ring in his cock.
Click, click, click.
“What’s that, Sweetie?” she asked.
“Pearls. Every woman loves her pearls.”
“Well, I don’t . . . Oh, my Gawd!”
He had come up close behind her and entered her to the rim of his glans.
“Oh, you big, big, naughty boy,” she moaned. “God, I’ve never had it this big. And that ring. I can feel that ring. Oh, I love this.”
Gabe worked his way in a couple of inches. The cameras caught the shine of the ruby-red lipstick encircling his cock head and the beads as they disappeared into Ms. Tulip’s ass. Ms. Tulip was writhing around, her tits and cock quavering.
“Ahhh. That ring and those beads,” she moaned. “Nobody’s given it to me this good.” She rotated her butt in appreciation.
Click, click, click.
Six thick inches in, and Ms. Tulip was moaning and grunting. She had her knees off the chaise now and she was standing on the floor straddling the chaise, her stilettos digging into the carpet, and trying to get her ass canal as open as possible.
Eight inches and Gabe had stopped drilling to do some slow pumping at this depth. Ms. Tulip’s tits were jiggling as her chest and belly heaved. He was still holding a good two inches in reserve, and he undulated his hips, rotating his cock in her hole and dragging the golden ring and the string of beads around her ass canal walls. She was giving little yipping sounds. Her cock was standing at attention, and she was stroking herself off.
“Yes, yes. Fuck me deep. And, Honey, those beads are driving me crazy. I’m going to have an orgasm!” And she did.
Click, click, click.
Nine inches and Ms. Tulip had adjusted. Her eyes were dreamy, swimming in Gabe’s precum, which had given her an energy boost. It had helped widen her ass canal and strengthened her to take him deep. She arched her back up and managed to swing an arm around his neck and bring his lips to hers. She was stroking her cock, which was hardening again. Gabe cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs stroking her big nipples, as he kissed her deeply. Her knees and arms buckled. Without losing purchase in her hole, Gabe brought her down on the chaise on her side, stretched in front of his body. His pelvis was cuddled under her buttocks. He had his left arm under her chest, with his hand still cupping and squeezing a breast and his right hand was lifting a long, lean mesh-stocking leg in the air and pointing the toes of her stiletto heels toward a corner of the ceiling.
Stroke, stroke, stroke. Side-split pumping her at the depth of nine and a half, and then over ten inches. She was sighing and purring for him. Deep strokes, almost pulling out all the way and then plunging back in to the hilt and undulating his hips in rhythm with hers.
Click, click, click.
Gabe pulled out and flipped her over on her back before he came all over her breasts. He slowly licked his cum off of her melons as she moaned her satiated pleasure.
After that, Gabe rose from the chaise, gathered the wilting body of Ms. Tulip up, walked out into the hall, and mounted the stairs to the second floor.
“Where we going, Hon?” Ms. Tulip murmured in his ear, not sounding as if she really cared where they were going, her free hand tracing the star-burst tattoo encircling his nipple.
“Your evening’s not over, Sport,” Gabe answered. “Mr. R wants to meet and greet you. He’s got a few tricks to show you.”
“Loved the pearl beads,” was Ms. Tulip’s only response, as they mounted the wide staircase toward the candlelight flickering through the open door at the top of the stairs.

For some weeks Al and Julie had been chatting online but tonight they would meet face to face for the first time. They agreed on restaurant close to Julie’s hometown where on arrival Al immediately noticed Julie sitting alone a table near to the bar; a glass of chilled white wine in her hand. Their greeting was as natural as it was warm; they had, after all, already engaged in close conversation through their online chats.
As they embraced, exchanging a fleeting kiss, Al tells Julie how stunning she looks; her sumptuous body fully accentuated by a loose white, high-waisted dress that is tight across the chest but open enough to reveal her perfectly ample cleavage.
Settling on a secluded table in a dark corner of the restaurant they order drinks whilst perusing the menu, Al catches Julie subtly adjusting her dress to reveal even more cleavage; so much so that he can actually see both nipples peeking out from inside her dress. The poor young waitress, not more than 19 years old, notices too and stares, somewhat flushed and mesmerized, until Julie clears her throat to order.
As the mood of the conversation changes from polite and innocent to increasingly flirty, Al swallows hard as he watches Julie reach into her water glass and take out an ice cube. She then proceeds to circle the cube around first one nipple and then the other, making them hard and rendering that part of her dress transparent. Putting the ice cube back, Julie slowly and sensuously licks the water from her fingers.
Al tells Julie how sexy she is and how he can hardly believe she’s doing these things, and in response Julie just grins again, raises an eyebrow and pulls her top aside a bit more to reveal one hard, pink little nipple. The waitress almost drops their food when she sees it.
As they eat their meals Julie “accidentally” spills some sauce onto her breast. She looks up mischievously at Al and instead of using a serviette she lifts her breast up and licks it clean; pinching and twisting her nipple a bit as she puts it back down. It feels so good that Julie proceeds to do the same to the other breast, revealing that nipple too in the process.
The waitress stutters when she comes back to ask if they want dessert. Ordering hers, Julie hastily adds: “with plenty of whipped cream.” When it comes, she dips a finger into the cream and licks it clean with just the tip of her tongue, then put it in her mouth to suck it for a moment. Then she reaches into her dessert again and gathers up some more whipped cream, this time coating her nipples and part of her breasts. Al expects her to lick this off as well, but Julie instead just goes about calmly eating her dessert as Al can’t take his eyes off her voluptuous, decorated breasts.
Al looks a little concerned when the pretty young waitress comes back with the bill, but in her now heightened state of arousal Julie simply looks her straight in the eye and whispers breathlessly: “You can either get a tip, or you can lick my breasts clean. Which would you prefer?”
The waitress glances nervously around to be sure no one will see then sits down beside Julie and looks hesitantly, first directly at Julie’s face and then at her exposed chest. Julie smiles encouragingly then guides her head down. “Make sure you do a good job,” she says. Julie looks over at Al as she arches her back to give the lovely young waitress better access to her breasts. Al looks on watching the teenager hungrily set about eating the crème off Julie’s large, swollen tits; stroking them eagerly with both her hands as she does.
Al notices Julie’s hand reach down and begin to caress the girls’ thigh; prompting her legs to part just enough to allow Julie’s fingers to find their way up high enough to the now clearly moist, panty clad pussy which Julie begins to stroke gently through the thin, silky material.
Thinking that the situation was about to get out of hand and prompted by the arrival of a new group of diners at a nearby table, Al reluctantly interrupts the proceedings and Julie is forced quickly to straighten her top before leaving the restaurant. On their way out, Al hands the young waitress £20; thanking her for the excellent service before promising to return again soon and inquiring on what nights she normally worked.
Returning back towards Al’s car, he and Julie kiss passionately; his hands coming up to pull her top aside, freeing her breasts completely. Al buries his head in Julie’s chest, feeling how sticky it is from the whipped cream and another woman’s tongue; he sucks and bites her nipples just the way she likes it. By now both are so hot, yet Julie is still caught out when Al bends her forward over the car bonnet and lifts up her dress. Julie’s breasts hang down and touch the cold metal of the car and her nipples get even harder; so hard they hurt, as Al stares at her gorgeous rounded buttocks as he undoes his trousers before ramming his hard cock deep inside Julie’s moist, willing pussy.
Julie’s gasps and moans are incoherent as he fucks her, but Al knows she’s trying to tell him how much she wants him and how incredibly hot she got teasing him like that. Al reaches around and plays with her breasts, just like he’s wanted to do all evening. Soon, he’s telling Julie he has to cum and she tells him she wants it on her tits. Al turns Julie around quickly and gets her on her knees and sprays his hot cum all over her face and tits.
Still on her knees, her top half drenched in Al’s cum, Julie reaches out and grasps hold of his cock and guides it into her mouth. As she expertly sucks him ever harder and deeper, Al notices out of the corner of his eye the briefest of movement. Turning his head, his eyes focus on the resplendent young waitress standing alone in the dark shadows nearby; her skirt hoisted up around her waist, her right hand buried deep under her panties between her legs watching them transfixed.
“Hell,” Al thought to himself; “just what will Julie make of this…”

As the weekend approached Willie Froehlich began to have apprehensive feelings about sitting down to dinner with Fraulein Dietz and her friends. She seemed to associate with some of the most ugly and uninteresting people in the world and he could predict that none of them would care a dot about reading good books or be interested in art.
It seemed doomed to be a dismal affair until he heard laughter outside in the hall. It was the first Willie knew of Fraulein Dietz’s brother spending the weekend at home, and when he opened the library door a crack to have a peep at his arrival a spider tickle crawled down the back of his neck.
Eduard had bustled through the door of the house without any prior warning even to his sister, and his laugh was infectious, it was a laugh that was rich and warm and brought a grin to the face of everyone in hearing. In his Luftwaffe uniform with his visor-cap tipped jauntily to the side of his head he exuded vitality.
Fraulein Dietz greeted him with gentle annoyance for not giving her notice of his intention, but her reprimands fell away from him like water off a ducks back.
Now the prospect of dinner didn’t seem so daunting. Eduard would be there, so at least there would be someone nice to look at. And at least Eduard knew what he was, so there would be no mistakes and no misunderstandings as there had been with Günter.
Excitement bubbled inside him. While he bathed and dressed that evening he hummed a little tune. Eagerness to share the same dinner table as Eduard made him feel flushed all over. He looked at himself in the mirror; too much lipstick he thought, and wiped it off with a handkerchief. Five minutes later it was the way he wanted.
He applied blush and mascara lightly, stepping back to study himself as he pinned up his hair the way Loti had taught him, and fixed it with a black velvet band. Everyone said it suited him that way.
From the wardrobe he selected a plain, black silk dress, backless, figure-hugging and sleeveless with a deep V in the front. The skirt draped below his knees in sinuous folds and stretched over the rounded contours of his body to make him feel like a rather sexy vamp. The style precluded the wearing of a brassier, and his breasts were nowhere near as pronounced as Rosalyn’s or Loti’s, but he fancied they did have a nice girlish jut to them. The boys in Heidelberg had always said they did, anyway.
Rummaging around for accessories he found a pair of gaudy gold-coloured earrings and a dinky black velvet choker that complimented his dress and the hair band, and which also added a beguiling facet to his slender white neck.
When all was done he leaned on the dressing table and studied his face again in the small mirror. He pushed back a stray strand of hair that had fallen over his forehead, turned his head on one side and smiled at himself as he stuck out a vampish tongue. Move over Ginger Rogers, he thought.
Downstairs in the dining area the scene was one of intimacy and richness. It was an elegant place, its beige walls hung with panels of moiré silk, the carpets with their distinctive design, brought many years ago from the Caucasus. Candles flickered on an immaculately set table, lanterns illuminated the terrace outside and the balmy summer air wafting through the open windows was scented with jasmine.
The ambiance was almost that of a family gathering in which he felt oddly out of place. There were five people taking drinks on the terrace; Otto Hahn the solicitor, Eduard and Hermann Strasser in their uniforms, and the academic from Berlin, Professor Pohl. And Celina Dietz of course, who was magnificently sheathed in a glittering emerald evening gown of metallic lame which was probably a Madeleine Vionnet creation.
Even when aware of his arrival there was a tendency for most of them there to ignore him. Only Eduard made any effort. He gave a friendly wave as if greeting an old school friend and Willie’s heart gave a little flutter as he then walked over to him. “You look enchanting this evening Willy. What would you like to drink?”
Willie wasn’t very good with drink and had rarely ventured beyond an occasional glass of beer. Unfortunately he sensed that beer was out of the question in that place on that night. “Um, er. Perhaps a sherry.”
“Dry or sweet?”
“Oh, um. Sweet I think.”
“Of course. And in a big glass with ice. It makes an excellent aperitif with ice.”
“Lovely.” Willie agreed, not knowing if it would be lovely or not.
Eduard went to the side of the room and returned baring a goblet of dark liquid that tinkled with ice cubes. “Thank you.” said Willie accepting the drink, “You’re being very kind, but I don’t wish you to neglect your sister’s other guests.”
The man’s mouth curled up in cynical amusement and he replied in a soft, low voice. “Look at the choice Celina has given me; the professor, Herr Strasser and Otto Hahn. An egghead, a thug and a solicitor with the moral values of a second-hand car dealer. You are the only nice person here tonight. How are you doing with all that reading?”
Willie peeped up at his elegant features, feeling as giddy as the young girl he had never been. “I’ve done with the reading. I’ve made a start on typing it up.”
When they sat down at the table he thought Eduard looked the dashing hero in his air force uniform. Professor Pohl should have been resplendent in his white tuxedo, but he seemed to care little about his appearance. He was thin and wiry and wore heavy framed glasses, a man in his late fifties who didn’t seem to care that his dinner jacket was unbuttoned and flapped open and how his bow tie was tied inelegantly loose. During the meal that followed he sat with his chin cupped in his hands, elbows on the table, between each course of food.
For the first part of dinner the conversation centred on trivia. The food was delicious. Fraulein Dietz had persuaded Frau Klausen to provide an evening meal instead of a midday lunch that day, and she had excelled herself. A delicious home-made soup to start followed by veal escallops, and with a mouth-watering fruit sponge to finish.
Otto Hahn glanced sideways with some amusement as he observed Willie tucking into the schnitzel on his plate with obvious relish. “Your cook should be complimented, Celina. The food is clearly much appreciated. Few other people in Germany will have dined as well as we do this evening.”
Celina Dietz reciprocated with a dignified smile. “Other people — oh, I’m in my let-them-eat-cake mood tonight.” she replied lightly.
“Veal is one of my sister’s favoured dishes.” Eduard put in. “I prefer well hung fowl myself.”
“Pheasant hunting,” Otto said, “Is it still good around here?”
“Never better. All kind of game. The woods about here are a great joy.”
Eduard’s sister smiled dreamily. “Not like the shoots in the old days though — all the people that used to come here when I was a girl — the parties, the picnics, the good times. Ravenskopf was always full of guests then, often fifteen, twenty all at once.”
Rosalyn and Loti were waiting-on-table, and from the slightly startled expression that erupted on Rosalyn’s face each time he cleared crockery from before Hermann Strasser it was clear the man was relishing the opportunity to caress the seat of his skirt with his broad hand whenever he could.
Willie found himself sipping wine nervously, his throat a little dry; it had something to do with the way Herr Hahn kept looking at him. It was disconcerting. It was as if he were devouring him with his eyes. Every now and again the solicitor smiled at him and for a brief moment touched his silk-clad knee.
When the meal was over the men lit cigars and sat back in their chairs. “I’ve noticed you decorate this fine old house in a traditional Teutonic style, Fraulein Dietz,” remarked the professor, “You haven’t yet been seduced by the trend for Art Deco.”
Celina hesitated, loathed to admit she couldn’t afford to buy modern works of art even if she wished to, but Hermann Strasser saved her the trouble of a reply. “Art Deco!” He spat the words out. “Art Decadent more like.” he snarled.
Stirred by a subject close to his heart Willie spoke for the first time at the table. “Don’t you think some of it is quite adventurous and rather exciting?”
The SS man gave him a disenchanted stare. “The Fuehrer despises all that distorted, modern abstract rubbish, and if he despises it so should we all.” He turned to his host. “You spoke earlier of the good times, Fraulein Dietz, and I believe the good times are about to return. We have in Adolph Hitler a guide of the first magnitude in everything. I think everyone here will agree with that.”
Celina smiled. “You speak of the Fuehrer as if he were a holy man.”
“Perhaps he’d not holy, but there are many who label him as the ‘New Messiah’ and worship him without reservation. After the dismal years of the 1920s — the crippling war reparations imposed on us, the stripping away of our overseas colonies, the destruction of our economy — it is he more than anyone else who as given Germany back its self-respect. His decision to reintroduce compulsory military service for young men in defiance of the Great Powers I consider a master-stroke. It at once took the sharp edge off unemployment figures, while the need to equip an enlarged army as given German industry exactly the kind of fillip it required to rise up from its own ashes. ”
“He as given us an air force too,” Otto Hahn said pointedly to Eduard. “The Luftwaffe now has the most formidable air fleet in the world. Other nation’s sit-up and take notice of us now. Being militarily strong accommodated the Anschluss with Austria and won us back the Rhineland. I don’t doubt it will also solve the Polish problem.”
Celina sighed. “I don’t think most people wish for another war. They still remember the terrible cost of the last one.”
Hermann Strasser offered a severe look. “Such people are selfish and are not good Germans. The Fuehrer thinks only of the welfare and betterment of the nation, and if necessary he will drag such faint-hearted fairies kicking and screaming into the glorious future he plans by the scruff of their miserable necks.”
Testing for a diverse point of view Celina looked to the other side of the table. “You circulate in Berlin society, Professor Pohl. What is everyone saying? Will there be a war?”
The professor shrugged. “Speculation is rife. Herr Hitler as resolved to reunite all German speaking peoples in a Greater Reich. Everyone as their own theory and mine is that the Fuehrer must go further than that and move against Poland. It is the only way to provide Lebensraum — space for the German nation to expand. Poland can provide a great deal of space. Afterwards other places may also be useful, but first and foremost we must have Poland.
Hermann nodded agreement. “The security and standing of any country is determined by the size of territory it possesses.”
“Very true.” Otto said, taking another swig of brandy.
“But Poland as a population of its own.” put in Willie rather timorously.
Hermann’s dark heavy-lidded eyes glittered with passion as he looked around the table. His expression was one of stone, his face an effigy that wouldn’t have looked out of place on Easter Island. “Only beast-like Slavs live there, and Herr Hitler has a profound hatred for them. The Slavs are remnants of the pagan Huns that pillaged Europe centuries ago and most of them will be removed. Those that are left we can use much like the ancient Spartans used the Helots. In the New Reich we shall probably need slaves to till the soil and provide labour for industry whilst the legions of our own vigorous Aryan warriors protect the State.”
Professor Pohl sparkled with interest and resting both elbows on the table linked his fingers together. “Ah yes, the Aryan’s. A fascinating subject and one that follows the line set down in Mein Kampf. ‘Man is a fighting animal and the fighting capacity of a race is determined by its purity’.”
Otto Hahn drained his brandy glass and pouted thoughtfully. “I take it you support the theory that the Aryan or Nordic high-browed people are destined to rule over the more primitive low-browed races.”
“Yes, it’s a much debated, but widely held belief that all true German’s originate from that mysterious and superior species of people, and any governing race would of course be under German leadership. Vacher de Lapouge made a very good case for it in his ‘L’Aryen’. In some mythologies they are believed to have founded the ancient civilisation of Atlantis. But of course that society was destroyed by a great cataclysm long ago and now no one knows where it lay.”
Willie hiccupped and wobbled slightly in his chair. He had consumed a large sherry and two tall glasses of sparkling sekt when even a small glass of beer usually made him feel whoosey, but that night the fortification loosened his inhibitions and encouraged him to speak out. “Professor Dietz believed that Atlantis was a large island in the Baltic.”
Pohl gasped in amazement. Eduard chuckled.
“Willie is collating my father’s notes with the aim of putting together a book for me.” explained Fraulein Dietz. She had planned to introduce Willie’s involvement with her father’s work at a time of her own choosing, and a look of severity crossed her face now showing her concern in case her guests should feel embarrassed at the interruption.
Hermann Strasser just looked puzzled. “It would seem incredible. Can it be proven? I mean, that the site of that fabled lost continent is in the chilly Baltic?”
Most of what circulated in Willie’s head was a mixture of an effete man’s demented ramblings and his own imagination, linked together by what other people had written in their own books. That was exactly the kind of things he was typing out to please Frauline Dietz, and it would probably have been best not to say too much about it. But the ability for conversation, almost dormant since he had sat down, was now revived, and once started he was unable to prevent himself continuing with gusto.
“There is evidence that antelope, elephants and crocodiles once lived in Europe, so the entire region must have been sub-tropical at one time. Ancient Greek tradition as it that Atlantis lay beyond the Pillars of Hercules — a reference to the Straits of Gibraltar - but that only means it wasn’t in the Mediterranean. It could be anywhere else. Professor Dietz studied everything very carefully, and he was sure that a large stretch of land existed once in the waters to the north of Pomerania. He was certain that a magnificent civilisation once thrived there, and he was convinced it could only have been Atlantis.”
At the foot of the table Eduard cradled a brandy balloon with both hands and offered his warmest smile. For him the conversation had taken an opaque turn, and had now become incoherent. “Is any of this credible to the scientific mind, Herr Pohl?” he asked.
Pohl paused to examine the glowing end of his cigar, pale blue eyes myopic behind thick spectacles. “It makes perfect sense and I’m sure the Fuehrer would agree. He is convinced that every manifestation of human culture, every product of art, science and technical skill that we benefit from today is the product of Aryan creative power.
“My friend, the eminent Professor Rosenberg as long maintained that the Nordic people evolved in a legendary, now-lost land mass in north-western Europe. The Greek, Pytheas, called it Thule, but such a place could easily equate with Atlantis. Most of the leadership of the Nazi Party, including Himmler, are members of the Thule-Gesellscaft — the Thule Society, who believe our Aryan past is closely linked to the antediluvian world beyond the dawn of recorded history.”
His gaze suddenly rose up and settled keenly on Willie. “If Atlantis produced the Aryan race it would obviously be close to Germany. And if dear Professor Dietz can present proof to qualify such a theory his work will be precisely the kind of academic study so many important people are yearning for. Can he do that? Can he provide proof?”
Willie sensed Fraulein Dietz’s eyes glaring hard in his direction, almost demanding an affirmative answer. She was smiling but it was the kind of smile that cautioned him against smiling in return. He hid his anxiety, his long lashes drooping over eyes that might have revealed uncertainty. “Erm, oh yes. I’m sure he can.” he said.
Throughout the entire evening Otto Hahn had been acutely aware of the smart little morsel seated next to him. He’d admired Willie’s girlish profile in the flickering candlelight, noting how elegantly his hair was pinned back except for a few corkscrew tresses that had prised themselves loose to drift about his face and neck. “You’re a saucy madam and no mistake. You spoke up very bravely just now.” he murmured.
When the little porcelain princess gave him a watery smile he decided it was time to try for something else, and Willie’s attention was suddenly diverted once more by the man’s straying hand, which this time moved from his knee to grope beneath his skirt in an attempt to run lecherous fingers along his inner thigh.
Willie dug his nails dig into the palms of his hands as he swivelled sideways to shake off the lecherous intrusion, but suspected the man wouldn’t desist until he made a scene that was certain to bring on Fraulein Dietz’s displeasure, which was certain to be displeasure at his own behaviour rather than that of the debauched solicitor.
The tortured expression of discomfort on his face was soon noticed by Eduard, who pushed himself to his feet. “Excuse me everyone, but I need to get outside and take a breath of fresh air.” Turning his eyes sideways he added. “Perhaps Willie would like to join me.”
“Oh yes. I’d like that.” Willie exclaimed pushing back his chair.
Eduard’s boots scraped on the paving has he strode onto the terrace. “I hope you don’t think I’m taking advantage of you by requesting your company.”
“Not at all. I’m only grateful to get away from the table. I was beginning to feel trapped.”
“I understand. Some of my sister’s acquaintances are not gentlemen.”
He received back a trusting look that made his insides tighten. “You’re a gentleman, Eduard. I think you probably lark around a lot with your friends, but I sense you are very right and proper about things that really matter.”
Eduard nodded solemnly. “I’d feel upset if we beat the Poles in a war and didn’t treat them right afterwards. In the past the Reichwehr as always been honourable in its fights, and I resent the likes of Herr Strasser wishing to poison that tradition.”
The evening air was warm and sweetly perfumed by the garden and he at once invited Willie to descend from the terrace and take a stroll among the shrubs and stands of flowers. They walked side by side for a while, careful not to touch.
“At the moment my airgruppe is converting from Stuka dive-bombers to the new Messerschmitt fighters. Superb machines. The best in the world. If trouble does come they will prove a real war winner.”
“‘War is sweet — to them that know it not.’” replied Willie solemnly. “The philosopher Erasmus wrote those words five hundred years ago, and they are as true today as they were then. I wish everyone would stop talking about war.”
Eduard treated him to a slow smile. “I dare say you do. You are a gentle creature, Willie, but unfortunately we are living through times that require forceful measures. The Great Powers suffered political blindness following their success in 1918. In a move to punish our country and keep it weak they granted Poland access to the port of Danzig on the Baltic coast by way of a wide strip of land that cuts through German territory.”
“I’ve heard of it. It’s referred to as the Polish Corridor.”
“Yes. It separates East Prussia from the rest of Germany; a nonsense you will agree, to split a country into two pieces like that. And it’s not just the Corridor either. The Poles have never ceased in their claims to the greater part of Silesia, a province that as been German since the time of Frederick the Great. “This book my sister insists you write — my fathers concepts — it’s all silliness of course.”

Chad Browning lay on the couch in the living room, arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. For the tenth time today he wondered if Marie would show. The enigmatic woman had emailed him a few days ago and asked what his schedule would be this weekend, and also asked when his roommate Josh would be around. He remembered the conversation well because it had come as such a shock to him.
When the phone rang, he never thought he’d be hearing from the woman he had emailed a few weeks before, and in fact it took him a few seconds to remember who she was.
“I’m Marie, the woman you emailed from the Craigslist ad? You wanted to pursue a fantasy of you and your roommate seducing the new neighbor lady… remember?”
“Oh yeah! Wow, I never heard from you so I thought you’d decided not to pick me… us,” he responded.
“Well,” she replied, her voice low and seductive, “I’ll be honest, I did answer a couple of emails before I decided to call you. I guess the question is, are you still interested?”
“Oh hell yes!”, he exclaimed. “Do you want to come over tonight?”
She laughed. “No, not tonight. Tell me when you and your roommate are free this weekend, and then I’ll drop by unannounced. It’ll make it more fun if you don’t know when I’m going to show up.”
So he had told her they were free Friday night, Saturday afternoon, and Sunday afternoon. Friday night he and Josh had ordered a pizza and watched porn in the hopes that their doorbell would ring, but it never did. Then earlier today Josh had told Chad he was going to work out and would be back in a few hours.
“But what if Marie shows up?”, he asked his roommate.
“Dude, give it up. She’s not coming. She’s just another one of those people who get their kicks by fucking with people,” Josh had responded. “But,” he added with a grin, “if she does show up, just keep her occupied until I get back. I won’t be gone long.”
So Josh had disappeared, leaving Chad alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t explain why he was so eager to have this happen. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, about 6′2″ and 210 pounds with dark brown hair and a decent build. He didn’t have any trouble getting dates or even hooking up with chicks in whatever bar he decided to go to on Saturday night, but this was different somehow. Fucking someone’s wife, for one thing. And fucking her with your best friend… that just doesn’t happen every day.
Chad and Josh had met in college and become friends almost immediately. Both were business majors and shared a number of classes. They’d even dated girls who were friends in college, but none of them had been serious. And they’d never shared a woman before, though they had joked about it. After they graduated they’d both found jobs in the Philadelphia area, and had been sharing their condo for the past three years. Chad had just received a raise at work though, and was thinking about getting a place of his own. If he did that, he wanted to go out with a bang, so to speak. A big male bonding ritual before they separated and inevitably drifted apart.
Chad glanced at his watch. 2:40 p.m. She wasn’t showing. This was stupid. He sat up from his prone position on the couch and reached for the remote at the same time the doorbell rang.
He froze for a moment, then forced himself to casually walk to the front door. He opened it to see an attractive woman in her early 30’s standing in front of him.
“Can I help you?”, he asked.
“Well, I don’t need any help,” she laughed. “I just moved in upstairs and I thought I’d come introduce myself to my new neighbor. I’m Marie.” With that she extended her hand and Chad reached for it, feeling her soft skin beneath his hand.
“I’m Chad,” he replied. “It’s nice to meet you. Would you like to come in for a beer or something?”
She smiled, and Chad noticed what nice teeth she had. She was actually the total package… about 5′11 with shoulder length dark red hair, hazel eyes, a set of lips that looked like they were made for kissing, and a knockout figure. She wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat either. Big breasts tapering down to a slender waist, then flaring out again to broad hips. She was wearing a long black broomstick skirt and a tight white t-shirt that clung to her skin.
He realized he’d been staring, and Marie was looking at him with a hint of a smile on her face.
“Take it all in?”, she asked light-heartedly, and he grinned sheepishly back at her.
“Sorry,” he said. “You’re just a beautiful woman and I couldn’t help but get a little distracted.”
She laughed, then walked inside of his apartment like she owned the place.
“By all means, get distracted. It’s not every day I get a compliment like that! But I think I’ll take you up on your offer for a beer too, if you don’t mind.”
She wandered over to the couch in the living room, looking at the artwork on the walls and the relatively tasteful furnishings. Chad crossed the hallway into the living room and shouted at Marie to make herself at home.
“Your place looks too neat to be a bachelor pad. Do you live with anyone?”, she asked from the living room.
“Uh, yeah,” he responded. “My roommate Josh went to the gym, but he should be back soon. What about you?”
“The usual,” she said. “Husband and two kids. He took them to the pool this afternoon. Any excuse to get out of unpacking for a few hours.” She said the last sentence not with malice, but with a good natured ribbing towards her absent partner.
“Well,” he responded. “You’re making your own excuse to get out of unpacking too, aren’t you? Having a beer with your handsome downstairs neighbor and all…”
He mentally kicked himself. “Handsome downstairs neighbor?”, he thought to himself. “Why did I say that? Jeez, she’s gonna think I’m an egomaniac.”
But then he felt a hand on the small of his back, felt her fingers gliding up his spine, and felt her breath on his ear as she leaned in close.
“You’re right,” she cooed. “I am finding my own distraction, and you are my handsome downstairs neighbor. And I’m definitely in the mood to be distracted. The question is, are you ready to distract me?”
He turned around and took her in his arms, feeling her hot breath on his neck. He felt like every nerve ending was on fire right now. He could feel the tips of her breasts just touching his chest, could feel her hands just under his shoulders, could feel her hips swaying against him.
“Are you sure about this?”, he asked. “What would your husband say?”
She slid her left hand down his chest and took his hand in hers. Then she raised their hands back up her chest, until he was cupping one of her large breasts in his hand.
“If he saw this,” she whispered, “he’d be asking you what’s taking so long. My husband knows and my husband approves. Now, are you going to take this, or am I going to have to see who lives across the hall?”
His hand began caressing her breast, feeling her nipple grow hard underneath his touch. He brought his face down to hers and kissed her, tentatively at first but with growing confidence. Her tongue snaked inside of his mouth, dueling with his as one of her hands wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer. Her other hand slid from his chest down his waist, until she was cupping his balls in her hand through his shorts.
“Mmmm, fuck yes!”, she hissed. “You’ve got nice big balls for me. What about your cock? Do you have a big cock for your neighbor too?” Her hand slid up from his balls and began to trace the outline of his cock through her shorts. She stopped kissing him long enough to gasp as she felt just how big he was. She reared back and looked at him.
“My God, big boy! You do have a big cock!”
He smiled at her. “My nickname in college was Hanging Chad,” he explained. His freshman year in college had coincided with the 2000 elections, and the correlation between his name and dick size to the disputed ballots proved to be an irresistible pun for the poly-sci major he fucked for a few months in the fall semester. As bad a pun as it was, he wasn’t complaining. It didn’t hurt his chances with women to have his endowment so widely known.
“How big is it,” she asked.
“You’ll just have to find out,” he replied as he began kissing her again. After just a moment, however, she pushed him back.
“Can we go to the couch”, she asked. “I’d really like to get a little more comfortable than making out in the kitchen if you don’t mind.”
“Sure,” he replied. “We can even go to the bedroom if you’d like.”
She grinned devilishly. “We could,” she said. “But then I’m afraid your roommate would miss out on all the fun when he comes home. Wouldn’t you rather he open the door to find me riding this monster cock of yours?”
Chad grinned as well, imagining the look on Josh’s face when he came through the door. He nodded his approval and took Marie by the hand, leading her back into the living room. The bright afternoon sun filled the room with a golden light, and Marie looked like a fallen angel as she sat down on the couch and lifted her broomstick skirt to her upper thighs.
“I want you to lick me,” she demanded.
Chad immediately complied, sinking to his knees in front of her. He began by gently kissing her just above her knees, sliding his hands up her thighs at the same time. He looked up to see her lean back into the couch, eyes closed and her breathing heavy. His mouth moved slowly up her thighs until he had to push her skirt up further. As her pussy came into view he inhaled sharply. He loved when women went without panties, and Marie’s pussy was beautiful. A small triangle of closely trimmed pubic hair sat just above a fat pair of outer lips, already parted in anticipation. He could see her wetness glistening around her sex, and he moved closer to taste her.
As his tongue made contact with her pussy, Marie gasped out loud, then pressed her hands to the tops of Chad’s shoulders to encourage him.
“Mmmm, oh yes! Lick my pussy baby,” she said, eagerly thrusting her hips to meet his tongue.
His tongue pierced her outer lips again, and he ran the flat slope of his tongue up her pussy until he found her clit. He was rewarded by another gasp and an arch of her hips, which only encouraged him to flick the tip of his tongue against the hard nubbin.
“Oh shit yes,” she moaned as her hands left his shoulders and began rubbing her tits through her shirt and bra. She pushed the mounds together for a moment, then grabbed her shirt by the hem and pulled it up over her head.
Chad looked at her enormous tits in their lacy confines, the mounds barely contained by the sheer black lace of her brassiere. He couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth on her tits, but first he wanted to make her cum. He resumed lapping at her clit as her fingers pinched her fat nipples through her bra.
“God, you taste good,” he whispered into her pussy, not sure if she heard him and not really caring. She did hear, however, and smiled down at him.
“I’m glad you like me. Now c’mon… lick me good baby. Make me cum,” she demanded.
As his tongue circled her clit faster and faster he could feel her muscles clench. Her ass raised up off the couch and she began thrusting her hips harder into his face. It was almost like he was getting face fucked, and while he had never experienced a woman do this before, he found that he liked it. His tonguing became sloppier as she kept grinding her pussy against his face, until finally she moaned loudly and collapsed back on the couch.
He smiled up at her.
“You like that?”, he asked. She nodded in return.
“Then how about returning the favor?”, he replied, standing as he did so.
He quickly shed his t-shirt, but let her reach for the waistband of his shorts. As she undid the button, he reached out and stroked her hair. His shorts fell in a puddle at his feet, and she grasped his boxer briefs and began pulling them down. As his hard dick came into view (all 9 ½ inches… he knew exactly how big he was, but he wanted Marie to guess) he heard another gasp of surprise from Marie. When she had grabbed him earlier he hadn’t been entirely hard, but now he was like a steel bar.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “Look at all this cock! Oh fuck, I can’t wait to feel this inside me. Can I just fuck you now and suck you later?”
“No way, lady. I want to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock,” he responded with a smile.
He sat down on the couch in roughly the same position she was in earlier. She got on her knees in front of him, still in her black lacy bra and black broomstick skirt.
She grasped his shaft in one hand and lowered her lips to the bloated head. Flicking her tongue along the slit, she began fondling his balls while she gently ran her other hand up and down the shaft.
“I have some lube if you want it,” he began, but she shook her head.
“I don’t need any lube,” she responded, and then began to take as much of his cock into her mouth as she could.
Chad had never had a girl able to deep throat him, and Marie was no exception, but she came close. Opening her mouth wide, she was able to get about eight inches in her mouth before she had to stop. Reversing course, she applied suction on his cock as she worked her way up the shaft, still rolling his balls gently between her fingers. Up and down she went until Chad thought he would explode into her mouth, but just as he was about to tell her that he was getting close she stopped. Gasping for breath, she looked up at him from her kneeling position between his legs.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but my jaw was beginning to hurt. Besides, I really do want to feel that monster inside of me, but before I do that, you can fuck my tits if you want.”
She reached behind her to take off her lacy bra, then pressed her tits together and he squatted down, burying his shaft between her silky globes. She toyed with her fat brown nipples as his cock glided through the valley of flesh, its engorged head and several inches of the shaft sticking out past her tits with every thrust.
As good as it felt, his legs were starting to get a little tired from the position he was standing in. He offered Marie his hand and she stood up and took off her skirt, exposing her sex to him as he slid a condom over his cock. He sat back down on the couch and stroked himself once or twice as she straddled him, and then grabbed his cock at the base and began to sink down on his lap. She grimaced at first, getting used to his girth, and then began a rapid bobbing up and down on his prick, sinking a little farther with each downward thrust. Soon she was riding him like a pro, letting loose a stream of obscenities and guttural moans. His hands alternated between her ass and her tits, finally settling on roughly grabbing her ass cheeks as he moved his mouth to a nipple.
“Bite them,” she growled at him as she rocked her pussy back and forth on his cock. He took the rubbery nipple between his teeth and gently bit.
“Harder. Harder. I’ll tell you when it’s too hard,” she instructed, and soon he was chewing on her nipples so hard he found it amazing that she was receiving pleasure from what he was doing. But undeniably she was, writhing around on his lap so much that he half expected her to fall off. She stopped momentarily, but only to plant her feet on the couch, squatting over him and then fucking him even harder than she was before.
“Oh… God… Oh… fuck… Oh…. My… pussy… good… so good… pussy…” she babbled as she rode his cock to another monstrous orgasm. As she came down from her high she buried him inside of her and dropped to her knees, pressing her body close to his.
“That was amazing,” she gasped.
He smiled at her and cupped her ass in his hands. He loved the way she felt around him, her pussy so hot with desire. She nuzzled into his neck and whispered that she wanted to try something.
“Be my guest,” he said.
She climbed off of his body, standing before him on quivering legs. She motioned for him to scoot further down on the couch, until his buttocks were barely on the edge of the cushion. Then she turned her back to him and stepped closer and closer. Finally she climbed back up on the couch and laid back against his leaning form.
“I want to fuck you like this,” she whispered as she wrapped her upturned arms around the back of his neck.
She arched her hips and he guided his cock inside of her. She used the tips of her feet to slide up and down his shaft, which meant her movements were slow and deliberate. The walls of her pussy clung to Chad’s prick and he felt his balls boiling between his legs.
Suddenly, the front doorknob turned. Chad and Marie both quickly looked at the door with wide eyes, but Marie never stopped her movements up and down the thick cock buried inside of her.
“Hey Chad, I’m bac… Holy shit!”, Josh said in shock.
Marie glanced over her shoulder at Chad, then turned back to Josh with a smile on her face. Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she spoke.
“I’m your new neighbor. I’d offer to shake your hand, but they’re both supporting me right now. How about I suck your cock instead?”
Josh stared disbelievingly.
“Dude, come over here and let her suck your dick,” Chad exclaimed. “She’s fucking incredible. Get your ass over here!”
In a daze Josh walked over to the pair, watching as his friend’s cock slid in and out of the attractive woman’s wet pussy. He shed his clothes as he walked, and by the time he got to the couch his athletic form was naked.
Marie looked up at him. “I can’t move my head much in this position,” she said. “I want you to fuck my face instead. Don’t worry about hurting me. Just grab my head and slowly start fucking my face. After you’ve done it for a minute or two you can go faster, and I’ll let you know if it gets to be too much.”
Josh nodded, then grabbed her by the hair. His cock had inflated quickly to it’s full 7 inches, and as Marie’s mouth sank over his mushroom head, he thrust his hips forward, one leg on the floor and the other on the couch.
The pair treated her like a rag doll, Josh fucking her face without mercy while Chad tortured her nipples to the point that he thought for sure she would cry out from the pain. Instead she continued to push her pussy against his cock.
“Wait, I need to turn around,” Marie said. “I can’t get any clit stimulation and it’s driving me crazy!”
She turned around to face Chad again, and slid his thick cock inside her for the third time. Turning her head, she told Josh to fuck her face once more. The trio began to move faster and faster, and Marie had two orgasms in quick succession, the fat cock in her mouth and the longer dick burying itself in her pussy.
There was a light knocking from the front door, but none of the three even heard the noise. After a couple of moments, the doorknob turned, and a man entered the front hallway through the door Josh had forgotten to lock.
“Hello?,” he said in a quizzical tone. “Honey?”
The two men immediately stopped and looked up from the woman filled with their dicks, their faces flushing as they stared at the man, who appeared to be in his early 30’s, average of build with a polite smile on his face. Marie took Josh’s cock from her mouth with a “pop!” and turned to face the man.
“Hi darling,” he said. “I see you’ve met the new neighbors.”
“I have,” she said with a smile. “And they’re delicious!”
“Well, my mom has the kids this afternoon, so if you don’t mind I’m just going to see where I can fit in here. Hey fellas, nice to meet you. I’m Darren,” he said as he shed his clothes as well.
The pair mumbled their names self-consciously as Marie began stroking their cocks with her hand and her pussy. Despite the awkwardness Chad felt at seeing Marie’s husband insert himself into their threesome, at the same time he had to admit that this turn of events was turning him on, especially as he watched Darren drop to his knees behind his wife and began caressing her ass. Marie’s mouth closed over Josh’s cock once more and she began thrusting her hips down on Chad’s prick as her husband’s hands roamed over he ass cheeks.