Mughal-e-Azam

“Boring guard duty again!” Pablek complained.
“Better than a patrol in the high hills, comrade,” said Gremnu. “And anyway, I reckon this duty might be a short one. Standing guard at the door of the drill hall should be easy enough.”
Pablek shrugged, leading the way as he and Gremnu climbed a narrow spiral stair. It brought them after many winding steps to the upper tier of the fort’s great citadel. There, at the end of a wide echoing corridor, they saw the huge doors of the drill hall. Two young recruits, no older than seventeen, stood in silent vigil on either side of the doors.
“Crotho and Amzer,” Pablek muttered as he and Gremnu walked along the corridor. “They look suitably bored and weary.”
“Stop moaning!” Gremnu replied.
Pablek pointed to a framed painting hanging on the wall near the end of the corridor. “What’s that? It wasn’t there last week.”
Gremnu halted to gaze at the picture. It was a large canvas, sixteen feet square, set in a richly-carved mahogany frame. In vivid colors it depicted with great artistry a scene of deadly combat: a young woman standing alone, wielding a broken sword, her raven hair flying in the breeze. A swirling mob of savage foes surrounded her, but she stood undaunted, piling corpses at her feet as she calmly held back the enemy.
Gremnu peered at the letters deeply engraved into the frame. Pablek, who could neither read nor write, nudged his comrade’s shoulder and asked: “What does the inscription say?”
Gremnu stepped back a pace to gain a better view of the picture. “It says The Girl On The Bridge. The date on the canvas is fifty years ago, but there’s no clue as to the battle it depicts.”
“My guess is that it commemorates the Battle of Falcon River,” said Pablek.
“Of course!” said Gremnu, with sudden recognition. “The woman in the picture is the famous warrior Jennet Orshak.”
Pablek grinned. “I’ve heard many legends of her valor, but I did not know she was so beautiful. I wonder what became of her?”
Gremnu shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe she still lives.”
“Indeed she does!” said a voice. It was Amzer, the smaller of the recruits guarding the door. He and his companion walked over to join Pablek and Gremnu at the painting. All four stared at it solemnly, almost reverently. For a long time none of them spoke, but eventually Gremnu broke the silence with a wistful sigh.
“She lives still?” he said. “That is good tidings. A girl so lovely and so brave deserves a long life. I wonder where she is now?”
“Did the sergeant not tell you?” said Amzer. “Jennet Orshak is here at the fortress, as a guest of our Captain.”
“She arrived last night,” Crotho explained. “She sits now in our drill hall, enjoying the adulation of many important folk. Our Captain invited them all here to celebrate the fiftieth anniversary of the great victory at Falcon River. This fine painting was presented to him by Jennet’s daughter, in token of the Orshak family’s gratitude for his hospitality.”
“Jennet’s heroism won the battle,” said Amzer, pointing at the picture. “Today the generals are gathered here to honor the memory of her lone defense of the bridge, and to congratulate her on reaching her seventieth birthday.”
“We haven’t seen her,” Crotho added. “I hoped she might come out, but the generals and their cronies are still keeping her busy with endless speeches. I really wanted to wanted to meet her.”
“You’d better take up your duty,” said Amzer, to Pablek and Gremnu. “We’re off to the barracks for some well-earned ale. Guarding the drill hall on a warm evening is thirsty work, comrades!”
Gremnu patted the shoulders of the two departing recruits while he and Pablek took up position on either side of the door. From within they heard a volley of applause as a deep male voice began to speak.
“That sounds like our Captain,” Pablek observed, and Gremnu nodded.
The door suddenly opened and a very pretty woman with long black hair stepped out, closing the door quietly behind her. The two guards stood to attention, for they saw on her short blue dress the embroidered emblems of her rank.
“It’s too hot and stuffy in there!” she commented, wiping sweat from her brow. She smiled at the young soldiers, both of whom were so tall that they towered over her. “My name is General Orshak,” she added.
Gremnu and Pablek clenched their right fists over their hearts in salute, and Gremnu said: “Lady, you seem so young. How can it be….?”
The woman frowned, then gave a kindly laugh, realizing the young man’s error. “You mistake me for my mother, the girl in the picture. I am rather less famous! But it is true that I share her likeness, so do not reproach yourself. How old are you, soldier?”
“My comrade and I are both eighteen,” Gremnu answered.
The general nodded, her finely-sculpted features softening in a smile. “This is a weary task for two fine young warriors. I relieve you of your duty. Go inside and get yourselves a drink and some food. The ceremony is nearly ended, but there’s plenty of fodder left.”
“But, lady…,” Gremnu stammered. “Our Captain will forbid it.”
She shook her head. “I outrank him, so have no fear. Tell him that General Orshak now guards the door, if he questions you.”
The two recruits bowed courteously and saluted again, before nervously entering the hall. It was indeed airless and stuffy, and also noisy, for the assembled throng numbered in excess of fifty people. Everyone stood chatting in small groups, while servants in white garments moved among them with trays of food and jugs of wine. Many of the guests wore full military dress, but others appeared to be civilian dignitaries from the border towns. Gremnu recognized at least two mayors and several guildmasters. One of the latter, a portly middle-aged fellow in a green velvet coat, saw the two young soldiers skulking near the door and immediately walked over to them.
“Good evening, Gremnu!” he said, his chubby face broadening in a grin as he poured three glasses of red wine. “Do you remember me?”
Gremnu bowed. “Indeed I do, Guildmaster Bryn. I trust that you’ve had no more trouble on the highway.”
The guildmaster laughed. “Not since you skewered that bandit with a well-aimed spear! My wagons now journey in safety, even after nightfall.”
Gremnu nodded, introducing Pablek to the guest and thanking him for the gift of wine. Bryn began speaking again, but noticed that both soldiers were now staring blankly into the throng, their attention drawn to a small woman in a long gown, who flitted gracefully from group to group like a butterfly. Her gown was white as snow and her hair hung down her back in a shimmering cascade of silver. She shared laughter with each group as she spoke briefly to them, and they in turn bowed reverently to her. The military folk greeted her with formal salutes.
Bryn smiled at the transfixed faces of his young companions and sipped his wine quietly until the silver-haired woman vanished into the crowd. As if a spell had been broken, the two teenage soldiers seemed to return suddenly to the present world.
“A very beautiful woman,” Bryn observed. “A vision of loveliness, like a bright angel of the heavens.”
“Who is she?” Pablek inquired.
“Do you not know?” the guildmaster asked in surprise. “This ceremony is in her honor. She is Jennet Orshak, the Girl on the Bridge.”
Gremnu and Pablek looked at each other, and Pablek said: “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Bryn chuckled quietly. “So say all who meet her. Even now, with her raven hair faded to gray and her face patterned with fine lines, she still draws admiring glances from men of all ages.”
Pablek swallowed a mouthful of wine and gave a long sigh. “That gown clings to her sleek body like a white glove. How does a woman of such advanced years preserve such a remarkable figure?”
“Jennet’s beauty shines from within,” Bryn answered. “Her body is merely the visible form of a pure spirit. And today, as she marks her seventieth year of life, she remains the very essence of loveliness.”
Gremnu and Pablek caught each other’s glance and shared a smile. No description so poetic was turning in their eager young minds, and Bryn was wise enough to realize it. He laughed with gentle self-mockery at his own words .
“Thus speaks a bumbling old guildmaster!” he said. “Perhaps I should have commented instead on her fine tits and shapely ass?”
The young soldiers shared the joke and supped their wine. Bryn stared at them keenly for a while, his searching eyes making them feel somewhat uneasy. Then, nodding thoughtfully but saying no word, he left them with a half-full jug and wandered off into the throng. In the midst of a circle of generals he found Jennet Orshak, deep in talk about old wars, but with a gentle pull on her arm he took her to one side and began whispering in her ear. She began to giggle, putting her hands to her mouth to conceal her mirth.
“Don’t be so silly, Bryn!” she scoffed. “What interest would two handsome boys have in a wrinkled crone? Stop teasing me!”
“I’m not teasing you, Jennet!” he protested. “I mean it. They’re drooling over you.”
“Fifty years ago, maybe,” she retorted. “But not now. I’m just a worn-out sack. And besides, their eyes only followed me because I remind them of their dear old grandmothers back home, who I’m sure they miss terribly.”
Bryn stroked his chubby chin and shook his head. “Just suppose you were twenty again. Would you not feel flattered by their staring?”
“I might,” Jennet replied.
“And would you be tempted?”
“I might!” she answered, her blue eyes twinkling.
“Then why not be tempted tonight?” he whispered in her ear.
“Because I’m not twenty anymore,” she said ruefully.
Bryn put his arm around her shoulder and held her close. “Jennet Orshak, my dear friend! I think you should take those two young bucks to your bed.”
She raised her eyebrows and grinned. “Those two baby warriors? Have you gone completely mad?”
“Take them to your room,” he continued. “Treat yourself to a night of joy. You’ve been widowed these past five years. Surely you miss the affection of a good man?”
“Yes, I miss it,” she replied in a soft voice.
“Then wait here, my friend, and leave this to me!”
* * * * * * *
“I need a favor from both of you,” said Bryn as he refilled his glass alongside Pablek and Gremnu.
“We are at your service, Guildmaster!” Gremnu replied courteously.
Bryn nodded and took a sip of wine. “Do you consider the Girl on the Bridge to be very beautiful?”
Gremnu nodded, and Pablek voiced their joint reply: “She’s exceedingly lovely, sir!”
“Well, my young comrades,” Bryn resumed. “Tonight she is not only lovely, but also exceedingly lonely. It is my belief that a woman so fine and brave should not spend this night alone.” He took another mouthful of wine and paused to stare at the two recruits. “Fifty years ago she could take her pick of any handsome man in the army. I would like her to be able to celebrate that memory tonight. Does that not seem fitting to you both?”
The young men exchanged a glance, and Gremnu asked: “What do you wish us to do?”
* * * * * * *
Nightfall found Bryn leading Jennet by the hand through a lamplit corridor on the far side of the fort. Doors ran along it on one side, and at one of these they halted. Jennet hung back, biting her lower lip nervously.
“Oh, Bryn!” she whispered. “I can’t do this. I feel such a fool!”
“Nonsense!” he hissed, opening the door and pushing her gently inside. He closed the door behind her and looked up and down the corridor, before leaving her to rejoin the assembled guests.
The room was small and cosy, with only a chair and a small table as additional furniture. Jennet stood near the door, staring at the two young soldiers who stood beside the bed. She gave a faint smile, and the men returned it, bowing their heads in greeting and clenching their fists on their chests.
Jennet chuckled. “No need to salute me, boys. I retired from the army twenty years ago.”
“But you are still the Girl on the Bridge,” said Gremnu. “Your renown has not faded in all the long years.”
“Nor has your loveliness,” Pablek added. “If anything, you are more beautiful than your image in the picture.”
Jennet laughed and walked over to stand before them. They were tall and dark-haired, with soft brown eyes and tanned skin. For a brief moment, as she stared up into their faces, she felt like a teenage soldier flirting with her fellow recruits. But then she remembered that she was more than half a century older than them, and she gave a weary sigh.
“I’m old and wrinkled and worn out,” she said sadly. “I fear that my friend Bryn has placed you both in a ridiculous position. Go back to your barracks, dear comrades, for I release you from the promise that you made to the Guildmaster. His intention was honorable, but he has made fools of the three of us.”
“Lady, we do not wish to leave,” said Gremnu, and he placed his hands on her shoulders, drawing her close.
Jennet closed her eyes and murmured softly, allowing herself to be held by this handsome young warrior and enjoying the comforting warmth of his strong arms. Her resistance crumbled, and she put her hands on his waist. She felt his finger under her chin as he tipped back her head, and her lips parted to receive his kiss. His tongue entered her mouth, and she moaned in response, kissing him hungrily, tasting the wine on his hot breath.
Her hair tumbled like a silver waterfall down her back, and Pablek came behind to caress the gleaming mane. The rich tresses felt soft to his touch, like threads of silk. He stroked the full length of her spine, making her slim body squirm in delight. He placed both hands on her tiny waist before letting his fingers roam leisurely over her hips and buttocks. In the silence his breath hissed in a soft gasp as he felt the firmness of her body through the close-fitting gown.
“You still have the flesh of a young warrior,” he observed, when Jennet and Gremnu broke from their long kiss.
She twisted her head to look over her shoulder. “I thank you for your flattery, young man. But you have not seen the horrors that lurk under my dress!”
“Show them to us, lady,” said Gremnu, caressing her face. His fingertips gently traced the fine lines at the corners of her mouth and eyes.
“I’m too ashamed,” she protested, and for the first time she seemed in real distress. Moisture glistened in her bright blue eyes, but Gremnu smiled, wiping the teardrops from her pale cheek.
“Show us, I beg you,” he repeated. “More than anything else, my lady, we desire to see you unclothed.”
“Hellfire!” she whispered as Pablek slipped the gown off her shoulders. He pulled it down her body, slowly revealing her pale skin. The garment fitted so closely that he had to kneel on the floor to ease it down her legs. She stepped out of it and Pablek flung it aside, his eyes feasting on her nakedness. In acute embarrassment she wriggled and writhed in Gremnu’s arms, but his strength held her close while his voice reassured her with soft words.
Pablek remained kneeling at the rear to watch her sleek nude body squirming, a vision that greatly aroused him. He ignored the small creases and wrinkles on her pale skin, considering them an eloquent testimony to her wisdom and to her long years of renown. Other delicate lines patterned the flesh behind her knees and beneath her buttocks, or pinched the skin at her waist, or ran along her underarms. But Pablek barely noticed them, observing instead the neat shapely contours of her backside, the well-defined muscles in her legs and the flawless silver gleam of her hair.
Gremnu smiled at Jennet as she gazed up into his eyes, for she seemed to him like a beautiful white nymph, caught helpless and terrified in a deadly trap. He had seen her cheeks blush a faint pink when the dress was stripped from her body, but now he hugged her to his chest, kissing her finely-chiseled face to calm her fears. Wide-eyed in wonder he stepped back, for he wanted to look at her, but her arms instinctively covered her bosom. He saw, nonetheless, the dark triangle between her thighs, and it made him smile, for it recalled to his mind the raven-haired girl in the painting.
“What’s the matter?” she inquired, wondering if his mirth had a hint of mockery. “Are you laughing at my ancient carcass?”
Gremnu shook his head. “On the contrary, lady. I am admiring the venerable beauty of your body. I see that the years have not turned all your hair to silver!”
Jennet relaxed, her face creasing in a smile as she gave a resigned sigh. “I guess it’s pointless to hide myself from such inquisitive boys, especially from a pair of young bucks as courteous as you two.”
With those words she lowered her arms and inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with air so that her bosom swelled and her spine arched. Gremnu heard Pablek’s whistle of appreciation as her buttocks tightened, but he himself had eyes only for her breasts, which were pert and shapely like those of a much younger woman.
“Very fine indeed!” he murmured under his breath, though Jennet heard it.
“Are you blind?” she said with a resigned grin. “Can’t you see my wrinkles?”
Gremnu shook his head. In truth, he indeed saw the wrinkles where her bosom joined her body, but he dismissed them from his mind. Instead, he admired the way her breasts sat high on her chest like those of a breathless girl. A few fine lines fanned out from her dark-pink nipples, but so full and rounded were her superb orbs that the age-marks were barely visible without close inspection.
He caught Pablek’s eye and nodded. Quickly, while Jennet stood watching intently, the two young soldiers stood in front of her and undressed. Her eyes narrowed when she saw their stiff erections and she licked her lips at the prospect of being explored by such eager flesh.
“You flatter me, comrades!” she whispered.
“No, my lady,” Gremnu replied, as he and Pablek drew closer to her. “It is you that flatters us with your awesome beauty.”
With a nervous gasp, Jennet allowed herself to be laid on the bed. There she lay naked, stretched on her back, with a handsome teenage soldier lying on either side. Their cocks brushed her thighs as their hands explored every inch of her body. Her silver tresses framed her face on the pillow as she grinned up at the ceiling.
“I am surely the luckiest grandmother in these lands!” she said, feeling a hand gently squeezing her breasts while skilled fingers caressed her hips and belly.
“And the loveliest!” Pablek added, his fingers wandering from her navel to stroke the soft dark hairs at her crotch.
He breathed on her cheek and she turned her head to meet his lips with hers. At once he became aware of the wrinkled skin at the corners of her mouth and it reminded him that she was a woman of seventy, but it did not detract from the intense excitement he felt when he kissed her. She was old, older indeed than his own grandmother, but she was venerable and beautiful and incredibly sensual. Both he and Gremnu revered her as though she was a timeless goddess of ancient legend.
“That feels so good!” she whispered, as Pablek’s forefinger stroked her moist slit. Breaking from the kiss, she lay gasping and purring, her eyes closing and her dark eyelashes fluttering on her pale cheek. Her breath came like a hiss when Pablek’s fingertip touched her clit, for she had almost forgotten the sensation. Arching her back, she clutched the bedsheet tightly.
Gremnu noticed for the first time that her hands had been ravaged by age: the skin was dry and wrinkled and the fingers were little more than bony claws. But it mattered little, for her breasts felt marvelously firm as he squeezed them, and her nipples were so sensitive that even the slightest touch of his fingertip made the teats harden like spikes. He leaned over her body to lick each nipple, bringing a low moan from her throat. Then, with a nod to Pablek, he eased himself on top of her, supporting his weight on his arms as he maneuvered his hips and legs. Pablek rolled aside and snuggled close to Jennet, watching her face as her eyes opened suddenly.

Thank you for the many positive remarks. Despite the early morning hours which I had snuck down to the system to work on the submission and subsequently left several typos and mistakes the patience that you expressed (for the most part that is ) is much appreciated. A little background for this is as such: The wager is true. I lost a bet for the purpose of actually going to clean a friend of my husband’s place up. I did go later that day, not with him and had actually worn an apron and lace cap (but fully clothed under that….my idea actually). I’ll leave it to you all to decide what actually happened after that). Thus said, this is a story of an actual wager I made and loss which involved a black man, if that turns you than please don’t read further. Some things have been altered and others have been, to this point, only fantasized about by me.
I know that I had left everyone off with too much detail as to how I got into the predicament which I was in and not enough detail as to what you all like to read about. I just wanted to find out if anyone else was as interested in the events as to want to learn more. So, having previously given a general description I’ll provide a little more detail for you all.
As noted, I’m a red-head. Fair-skinned almost to the point of being pale. Damn nordic heritage really prevents any kind of tanning, the sun really only making my freckles stand out more. I typically wear my hair in a pony tail and have styled bangs. Nothing too fancy. My hair is kinda long, being above the middle of my back, but unfortunately I have to keep trimming the ends as split-ends really devastate my hair.
I’m hardly an attractive women in my opinion, but I have cute qualities. Much to my chagrin, I’m too heavy for my liking. I’m 15-20 lbs over-weight at 155lbs. I’m only 5′4″. I wear, depending on which manufacturer line of lingerie I’m wearing at the time a 36c or 34d. Like I said, time had started to get the best of me and there is too much sag. I could easily hold 2 pencils each for you gals that know what I’m talking about.
The rest of my measurements are not as flattering. As a 30-38, time has left too little sand in the top part of the hour glass and too much in the bottom. However, I retained the girlish charms that got me by in my youth. I had been told by several others, even after I was married that I bounced in pleasing ways, both coming and going. Sometimes it was more vulgar than that, but a girl loves to get attention none-the-less.
So, there I stood at the car door. Having walked out in the cold March night air and standing next to a locked car door. J.P. walked up behind me slowly, but with out turning my head I could feel him walking close behind me. I’d thought when I felt his breath on my neck and heard the keys that he was going to unlock the door for me first. However, he reached around me and pulled my very short tee short over my left breast and pulled gently at my nipple before sliding the key into the lock.
“Good, you didn’t object.” said J.P. “I’d nearly expected you to do so considering your reluctance to before.”
To be quite honest, I was shocked and thinking about how friggin cold it was and didn’t realize what had happened until I got into the car and realized that my breast was still exposed. I quickly adjusted the tee shirt as best I could and sat still in the passenger seat as J.P. walked around the car to get in. After starting the car he turned to me and didn’t say a word but only grinned and patted my knee. Driving off from the curb onto the road.
It had not occurred to me that sitting in the SUV that I was so much higher than other cars dressed the way I was. It felt like being in a fish bowl. Previously, I was both extremely turned on by the degree of control that J.P. had exhibited and a little frightened. However, I’m certain that other gals will confirm that the loss of control in a situation like this is a form of excitement. Now on the other hand, the game seemed more real than before. I had to admit that I held in the back of my mind that the gag was on me and that after a quick route around the block and then back home.
Now, I was as worried as I was eager for the attention. As wet as I had been, the combination of the cold air and the dawning realization that I was in a car with a man that I had met only briefly once before I shot my mouth of and made the bet. He was at least 10 years younger than my husband and 4-5 years younger than myself. He had a strong and defined jaw line. No blemishes that I could see and closely cropped hair that was flattened out on the top. All in all, he was reasonably attractive.
It was obvious that he was once an athlete but had in recent years learned that a life at a prestigious firm and a good salary did what it does to everyone, make them soft. However, he also retained his youthful looks and his build was still much more chiseled rather than flabby. I was surprised that he only played AM radio, listening to the local sports talk radio show that was airing the next game that was being played. Men and their sports! He had the wife of a co-worker sitting half nude in his car next to him and he was worried about the score of the game.
Maybe, I wondered, that I had read too much into what was going on and the outfit was his way of getting back at me for being patronizing to him. Was I really only going there to clean his apartment? He hadn’t acted inappropriate in the car or made any remark that I would have thought he might have, but then again, I was surprised that he didn’t have some awful music with the bass blearing so load people down the street would here. I admit, I was jaded by stereotypes and learned more about myself during the car ride than I would have liked.
So, more than a couple long stares and at least one gawking of some passerby motorist later we had arrived at his residence. I had assumed that it was an apartment and surprised to learn it was rather a side by side duplex with a detached single car garage. The duplex was located in a cal du sac which was quiet and reasonably well kept. More importantly it was poorly lighted. At least I was safe from others seeing how I was dressed and where I was going. After the garage door had been closed again, he turned off the car and then calmly asked, “How are you doing?”
“Fine I think,” I replied, hesitating and then blurting it all out at once.
“Well, I know that you should be nervous. I’d be if I were you.” J.P. grinned at me disarmingly. “A beautiful women like you, dressed like you are, sitting in the cold garage should be thinking of what is going to be happening next?”
“I’d be lying if I didn’t think that something isn’t going to happen.” I told him, stiffening as I felt my resolve returning. I had graduated from a tough Masters program and put myself through it before I had met my husband. Confidence was not something I had lacked before. I was feeling more at ease in the garage, still hidden from the eyes of others. For what ever reason, despite being a little turned on by the thought of some exhibitionism, living it made me assess how reckless that I had been.
“Good, that will save some time. For now, just be aware that on the way over I have thought of a surprise tomorrow night for you out here. Now, lets get inside. I’d rather not miss any more of the game than I have.” With that, J.P. simply pulled the keys out the ignition and got out. I had not moved by the time he had closed the door. He snapped his fingers and motioned me to get out of the car with urgency. I complied and sighed as I opened the car door and walked to his side.
“Ok baby, here is the deal. I did win that bet, even after you tried to snowball the wager thinking to take advantage of me. I’ll re-coop that in due time, but for now, I want to hear you state what it is that I won.” J.P. looked my straight in the eyes while he said this.
“I understand that our wager was that I lost and have to do what you say until 6pm Sunday.” I responded, with a little too much attitude in my voice with the ‘yeah yeah yeah’ in the tone. I’d not known where that came from or why I had acted like that. But it did piss J.P. off quickly.
“Listen Bitch, I didn’t ask you to take the bet, you did. You and only you put yourself in this position. Hell, if you wanted to welch on the bet do you think I could have stopped you?” He said forcibly. “You wanted to come because you wanted to come because you are bored and need attention.” He continued to ramble on in some dominate/submissive phsycho-babble that I hardly listened to. My mind kept going over the ‘if you wanted to welch on the bet do you think I could have stopped you?’ remark he made. It was true, I could have if I wanted to. That meant I really wanted to come then. Oh my, was I that bored and unsatisfied at home?
Til now I had not thought so. After only a second of reflection, I realized that I was. At some point while I was lost in the newest of several revelations that day, he pulled my by the much too high cropped tee shirt and lead my out of the garage and to his front door which was enclosed by a low wall. After some fumbling around with the keys, he was into the front door with me following closely behind.
The first thing I noticed was that in the foyer his house was both very nicely furnished and nearly immaculately kept. “What the hell am I going to clean.” I thought to myself as I looked at what was possibly the most inviting and warm bachelor pad that I had ever seen. Martha Stewart would have been happy. Being a women, we notice things like this. He had throw pillows which matched the other furniture, which went well with the carpeting. He had a fireplace neatly arranged and the mantle had several picture frames of older black women who must have been is grandmother and his mother. All in all, the place looked down right cozy.
Without preamble he went for the sofa, grabbed the remote and turned the TV game on. Evidently the game was half through and the announcers began talking about the games following this one. During a commercial he got up and quickly grabbed himself a can of Pepsi and returned to the sofa, this time, reclining at an angle, one foot propped up on the sofa, the other still on the carpeting.
After about ten minutes, he looked up and noticed that I hadn’t moved but didn’t say anything. A couple minutes after that I found my voice and asked. “May I call my husband to tell him we have gotten here ok?”
“Sure.” he responded flatly, never taking his eyes from the TV set.
Thinking that more was to follow, I waited. When it appeared that he would not be adding anything else, I moved to call. I looked around and couldn’t see one nearby. Evidently, sensing that I was about to ask he stated, “around the corner, in the kitchen, on the right hand wall.” Walking as he informed me, I quickly found the phone. I dialed the number with a slightly unsteady finger. The phone at home was almost immediately answered by my husband.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Honey it’s me, I just wanted to let you know that I’m here and I’m ok.” I assured my husband.
“Are you sure?” he asked hurriedly. “I mean, he hasn’t pulled anything on you has he?” Concern in every syllable.
“No, he hasn’t,” I responded, “I’d have thought that he would have gotten even bolder but he hasn’t. All he did was touch my knee in the car and then only as a quick pat to reassure me that I was ok.” All but forgetting the denuding of my breast and the quick nipple pull he gave me getting into the car. “He quite frankly is behaving like a perfect, if disinterested, gentleman.”
We talked for several more minutes and it was evident that my call had calmed us both down. He actually was making a little joke about getting me an intervention to curb the gambling addiction that I seemed to have recently developed. Shortly afterwards I hung up and walked back into the living room. I might as well get into the role of being the maid after all.
The game seemed to be going poorly for J.P. as a I learned later that he and several of his friends would have something called a bracket which filled out in advance and guessing correctly earned points and the highest point producer won the winner take all prize pool. At $100.00 per person and over 20 people a $2,000.00 purse was something worth watching for. Not that it made much sense to me but evidently an underdog he picked to win several games was losing in the first round. He rambled on that maybe tomorrow night would make up for it. Which was even more confusing for me.
When the game ended he motioned for me to sit besides him. I did so quickly.
“Ok bitch,” switching back to the aggressive demeanor that he had at my house, “this is going to be your first task.” He swung his feet to the ground and sat upright on the sofa. After doing so, he grabbed my hand and lead me off the cushion and around his leg to a position where I was between his two spread legs. A bulge forming in the groin of his pants.
Releasing my hand he told me to lift both of my arms up over my head. I did so, trying to keep the tee shirt from slipping up and over my breast. It was a futile if not silly attempt as both of my sagging breast slid out from underneath my top easily. “Now, I want you to go outside through the patio and walk out like that and go to the clothesline and bring back the clothespins from the clothesline. Be snappy about it too bitch.”
It didn’t take too much imagination to figure what my immediate future held for me, but I complied quickly, only lowering one hand to open the sliding glass door to the patio. I moved uneasily on the uneven ground, snow still clumped in mounds in some places where the sun had not been able to melt it away yet. My breast bounced as I walked in the heels on the uneven ground as they were not held in place by any bra or restraint. The cold air made my nipples immediately hard.
The jutted out as I returned from my errand like two sizable pink gum balls. I returned to the still splayed legged host who had me dropped the bag to his hands so I didn’t have to lower my hands too far. It was obvious that he enjoyed looking at the pale white breasts that hung before his eyes. Taking two clothespins from the bag, he held one in each hand and quickly placed one on each nipple. The combination of the cold air and the sudden jolt from the clothespins made me yelp.
By now the bulge in his groin was clearly visible. His cock was outlined definitively around the tight denim material. With my hands still held above my head he told me to kneel. On my knees, with my cheeks on the heel of my shoes in front of him, my breast ended up right on his lap. The clothespins snagging on the folds of his clothing.
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His cock, no longer restrained by the heavy material, flipped out of the boxers he wore underneath and landed on one of the clothespins. It hurt like hell briefly and then it was all hot as I had a black mans cock resting next to my breast. I could feel the heat coming off him like that of an iron. He was as hard as one too.
“You know baby, I’m a full nine and half inches.” he said with pride in his voice. I continued to stare at it and could believe it. He was huge. Not only the length, but the damn thing was as thick as my wrist, well nearly. All I could say was, “it is absolutely beautiful J.P.”
“Oh, I know. Wait until you can see what it can do baby,” he smugly claimed. “Now you know why you are kneeling don’t you bitch?”
“Yes I do,” I responded, not being able to take my eyes off the beautiful cock in front of me.
With out a second prompting, I inhaled the musk scent of his groin and ran my tongue over his cock greedily. The wonderful black cock jumped every time my lips and tongue touched it. I finally was able to put my arms down and I grabbed his cock, first with one hand and then with two as I couldn’t get my hand fully around it.
I had always thought that the stories in magazines were tripe when they read, and she lost her self in a wave of lust when she had it in her hands. It was, however, exactly what happened. I worked that cock like there was no tomorrow. It felt so alive in my hands and in my mouth that I couldn’t savor the taste enough. My eagerness was paying dividends as J.P. was responded vocally to my services.
“That’s it bitch, eat that cock,” he coaxed me as the head of his cock filled the back of my mouth as I continued to pump my white hands, still wearing my wedding band, around his cock, but never letting go. “Go ahead, try to deep throat me bitch. I betcha you can’t,” he laughed at his own joke. Looking up with his cock still lodged in my mouth I tried, but failed getting only just past half in as his girth was just too much for my throat.
I tried and gagged several times before he grabbed the pony tail and back of my head and screamed out that he was coming. And come he did. It was like a water tap running it came and came and came. I couldn’t keep u with it, but his taste was actually for arousing, but he finally pulled out and shot his last spurt right onto my nose. His breathing was ragged and sweat glistened on his forehead. There was a huge smile on his face. There was still cum clinging to his cock and head. He looked at me and smiled. I understood what was next as I took the cock head into my mouth to clean of the cum. Once finished to his satisfaction, I felt his cock getting hard again when he took it out of my mouth.
It was then that I noticed that the rest of the cum that I had not swallowed ended up on my tee shirt. I was amazed at how much seemed to be there. How long did he cum? 6-7 spurts? I had lost count. I may have lost count when I got close to, but not quite, my own orgasm. My wetness was running over my calf and ankles. It was like I had sprung my own leak.
After gathering himself, he looked at me and said, “was the bet worth it? Was it worth it to get to service a strong cock like mine?” He added, “is it worth it to have me as your master this week end?” I responded with nods and he bade me to say it. Which I did, “Oh yes J.P. I have never swallowed so much cum and almost orgasm my self from giving head. It was incredible. It is worth the losing of a wager to have the opportunity to serve you.”
“Good,” he said, “then you tasks are not yet over….”

Missy and Karen had been friends for over 20 years. Now one of them was in need of someone who could be honest and supportive during this hard time. Missy’s long relationship with her man was over. Not just on the rocks, over. He was done with her. Karen had some time off from work and decided to cancel her original plans to go biking in the Sierra Foot Hills and travel back east to hang with her childhood friend.
Missy’s mood changed as she heard about her friends travel plans. “Just tell me what time the flight lands, I will be there!!” In order to make the most of the visit, Missy planned some time off herself. She took care of all her errands before the day that Karen’s flight came in. She even made reservations at an exclusive restaurant so the two could enjoy a good meal without the clean up. She was so involved in the preparations that she almost forgot about her broken heart. Karen was a terrific friend, and Missy was going to make sure that she knew how much she appreciated the effort that Karen was putting into this visit.
There wasn’t anything left to do. The house was spotless, the sheets were changed, and the fridge was full. Missy actually had to find something to do to help pass the time before she could rationalize leaving for the airport. Finally, with one last glance in the mirror, Missy closed the door and left for the airport.
Luckily Karen’s flight had not been delayed at all. Missy arrived just as the plane was unloading. The two friends embraced and Missy began to cry. Like children in kindergarten, they held hands and walked towards the exit.
They chatted all the way home, mostly about the trip and recent changes to the travel route home. Karen didn’t feel it necessary to jump into the deep emotional subject of her friend’s break up yet. By the time they arrived in the area of Missy’s home, they were hungry and thirsty.
“I knew you would be too tired to go out, so I have a light dinner and drinks at home.”
When they got to Missy’s house, Karen excused herself to use the bathroom as Missy removed the already prepared meal from the refrigerator and began mixing up some drinks.
“Thanks for coming, Friend”. Missy toasted Karen as she emerged from the bathroom.
“Christ, no one has called me ‘Friend’ in ages!” The women sat on the couch and began to reminisce about their shared past.
Before long they had drained the pitcher of beverage and forgotten to eat the food sitting on the stove. “You must think I am so rude! I can’t believe I haven’t even fed you yet. Let me make you a plate of something.” Missy apologized.
“I am too beat to eat anything now. Just show me to the bed! I have some serious jet lag issues.”
Missy took Karen up the stairs to the spare bedroom. But as they entered, Karen began to sneeze. “Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, Friend. I forgot you were allergic to cats. I changed the sheets in here, but never thought about the comforter. This is where my cat used to sleep every night before…” Karen knew what she was about to say. She knew that he took the cat when he left.
“I bet you he is gay…what straight man takes a cat away from a woman?” Karen said, attempting to make Missy laugh. It worked and Missy quickly recovered and began to giggle.
“Why don’t you sleep in my room, I just changed the sheets in there. I will sleep in here.”
Karen began to laugh. “I don’t want to kick you out of your own bed! I won’t bite; I will just share your bed with you.” And with that she walked towards Missy’s bedroom.
Exhausted and eager to get out of the clothes she had been wearing for what seemed an eternity, Karen began to undress. “Do you want me to get your bag from downstairs?” asked Missy as she began to notice what great shape her friend had gotten in since she began biking.
“I don’t need anything out of it until the morning so it doesn’t matter.” replied Karen.
“Do you want one of my nightshirts to wear?” Missy inquired embarrassedly.
“Oh…um, if I sleep nude will it bug you?”
Missy was trying not to stare, as well as try to appear nonchalant. “I don’t care…I don’t normally wear anything either, I just assumed you, well, I wasn’t sure if, just forget it. Man, you look great!”
Karen smiled at her friend. “Thanks. You know growing up; I always wished I had a body like yours. In fact when I started biking, I would see other women and think about you. That’s part of my motivation. I see you still are in good shape.”
The break up had taken a toll on Missy physically as well as mentally. She knew she was not in good shape. She dropped too much weight. “Yeah, I love when my hip bones jut out like this.”
“I don’t think they do.”
“Hold on, let me lay on the bed, you’ll see what I mean.”
Missy took off her clothes and lay down on the bed. Karen sat next to her. “Your hip bones don’t stick out! That’s just sexy.”
“Please, if a man were to try to lie on top of me, he would be able to reach down to my pussy…”
“What are you taking about?” Karen stated dumbfounded.
“Here, lay on top of me, make sure your hips are lined up with mine…”
Karen, determined to prove Missy wrong, followed her friend’s commands. As Karen mounted her, Missy grabbed her hips and positioned them directly above her. Karen was getting surprisedly excited at the touch of another woman. “See; notice the huge gap between your body and mine. If you were a guy…”
Karen cut her off. “If I were a guy, I wouldn’t know how to make a woman feel this good.” As she said this, she slid her hand down through the gap that existed between the two women’s bodies. Karen was surprised to find Missy’s pussy damp with excitement.
“I was hoping it wasn’t just me.” Karen whispered as she lowered her head to Missy’s breast.
Instinctively, Missy spread her legs and arched her back. She ran her fingers up Karen’s arms and let her hands run through her dark curly hair. She held her friend’s head to her tit and let her flick her nipple with her tongue.
Karen used her hand to continue to play with Missy’s wet cunt lips. She skid her fingers through them, stopping to pinch her clit or slip a finger deep inside her slippery hole. Missy was dripping all over. Karen pulled her head away from her friend’s tit and brought her fingers to her mouth, then to Missy’s mouth.
“I know what I taste like…I want to taste you.” said Missy. She motioned to Karen to bring her ass towards her face. But Karen did not comply.
“It’s been a long time since you had someone take care of your needs. Let me give you some pleasure.”
Karen leaned Missy up on a pillow and placed one beneath her ass. She spread her legs apart and positioned herself between them. With a hand on each thigh, she stretched Missy’s lips apart, exposing her pink flesh that was glistening in the light. Softly, Karen began to probe her tongue through the sweet pussy.
Missy moaned with pleasure. She watched as Karen lapped at her clit and gasped as she slid a single finger inside her wet cavity. Sensing her friends increased pleasure, she worked another finger inside and then yet another.
“Oh, my god…that feels so great” Missy cooed. By this time Karen was working her three fingers in and out of Missy’s tight snatch, but she knew that there was more pleasure to give than just this. Using her thumbs to spread her friends pussy apart and expose her clit, Karen gently ran her tongue over the harden flesh. Missy twitched with delight. Karen’s tongue was hot and she knew what felt good.
Karen held the long legs apart, as far as they would go and began to lick Missy’s pussy with maddening speed. She could sense the tensing of her friend’s body. She buried her face in between the twitching thighs and sucked hard on Missy’s pleasure spot. Using both hands, she slid them underneath her friend’s warm ass, pulling it to her mouth.
Missy was panting, barely getting her words out. She held her hands up over her head and was pulling on her own hair. Turning her head to the side, she covered her mouth with her arm and began biting at it. The pain was as pleasurable as it was exciting. She had experienced good oral before, but this was intense.
Sensing her friend’s breaking point nearing, she again slipped her finger into the wet hole.
“Ah, yeah baby…” Missy screamed.
Slowly, as she continued to suck on Missy’s clit, Karen worked her fingers inside the slick opening. One by one, her fingers disappeared. Karen made sure that each finger was well lubed as she made every effort to please her friend. Soon she had four of her fingers easily sliding inside Missy’s pussy, and Missy didn’t seem to mind at all.
Karen continued to lick the excess juices as they poured out. The taste was sweet and Karen became insane with the desire to have more. She buried her fingers deep within and slurped at the fluid that covered them.
Missy’s pussy was growing increasingly tight as Karen urged her towards orgasm. Determined to give her the best experience, she rubbed her hand over Missy’s slick lips, coating her whole hand in the slippery liquid that was flowing from between the hot thighs that were before her.
Gingerly, Karen inserted her fingers into Missy’s snatch, one by one, until her entire hand was almost engulfed. Missy’s moans became screams as Karen worked her hand in and out of her friend’s writhing body.
Missy felt a hot burning in her feet and legs as the intense pleasure overwhelmed her body. She was no longer in control. The sexual delight she was experiencing was in charge. Sounds came from her lips that she never knew she was capable of uttering. Before she had a chance to make any sense of the feelings, that desire that was burning deep within her body began to rise. It overtook her with no mercy, like a giant wave flooding the beach, it built up until the breaking point.
Missy cried out, “Oh, Karen, I am going to cum!” and with that, Karen used two of her fingers to dig deep towards Missy’s g spot and flicked her tongue over her clit. Missy’s body jerked and twitched as she came. Karen’s hand was covered in her friend’s hot juice.
Missy continued to pant as she attempted to catch her breath. At this point, Karen was beyond turned on. She had only imagined how fabulous sex could be with another woman and although her goal was merely to pleasure her friend, she could not have just rolled over.
Karen had become quite moist herself during her session. Her hand was still slick with her partners cum. Without hesitation, she rolled over onto her back and began to finger her own clit.
Missy leaned up on her elbows to see where her friend had gone. Feeling as though she should reciprocate, she eased herself around and placed her face between Karen’s legs. Karen was rubbing herself like a crazed woman. Missy wasn’t able to lick at her clit, but instead slid her fingers into Karen’s moist hole.
Just the touch of another was enough to send Karen to orgasm. Missy left her finger inside and felt the muscles of Karen’s snatch seem to suck on her finger.
Missy pulled her finger out, licked the sweet nectar from it and stood up. She walked to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. Returning with the hot wet cloth, she wiped Karen’s hands and cleaned up the mess from between her thighs. After doing the same for herself, she joined her friend back in bed.
Missy used the last of her energy to turn off the light. As she lay in bed, listening to Karen’s breathing become heavy and rhythmic, Missy was surprised at how refreshed she felt. Although exhausted herself, she was energized, not by the incredible sex she just had, but at the idea that she had incredible sex. She never thought she would have that opportunity again. Perhaps his departure was not the end, but just the beginning of many new experiences.

5:30 am a young girl only 18 years old in the prime of her youth died in the mist of a sorority hazing ritual. She had some sort of allergic reaction to the panties stuffed in her mouth, while she was hogtied naked next to 10 other pledges.
The next day Mid Western University was in an uproar, frat and sorority hazing rituals were banned permanently. The head of Sigma Gamma Mu would make a heartfelt pledge for forgiveness, shedding tears for the dead girl’s loved ones. The community was in shock and outrage.
The shock and outrage would have been much higher if they had known the truth. The head of Sigma Gamma Mu Lacy Duffy was in fact guilty of murdering the pledge. Worse yet Lacy’s two closest confidants Mandy Jones, and Linda Johnson knew about the plot from the beginning. Worse, even yet all three girls felt justified, all three girls felt they had gotten away with murder. Oh how wrong they were.
Exactly one week earlier a young pledge only 18 years old, named Karen Buckley nervously filed an application with the most prestigious sorority on the campus, Sigma Gamma Mu. Karen wanted into their social circle very badly. She knew networks that she developed while at Sigma Gamma Mu would take her places in life.
Lacy immediately liked Karen, she reminded Lacy of her own 18 year old self. Both girls were perfect blonds, attractive, with immaculate skin and composure, always made-up always dressed nice. The only difference was that Lacy was three years Karen’s senior, and she wore black thick framed glasses.
Two days later all the pledges were invited to a party, and the party was grand. All of the richest and most beautiful students that attended MWU were there. Copious amounts of alcohol was consumed by nearly everyone in attendance. Karen was having a wonderful drunken night. She was having such a wonderful night she did not even remember it, when she woke the next day naked next to a naked man. She did not mind much he was a catch, he had a well-toned body, and he had a fresh handsome face. Too bad, he was taken already; too bad he was taken by Lacy Duffy.
Lacy had been dating Craig for two years; Craig was the son of not a millionaire but a billionaire. He was the richest person on campus. Not only was Craig the richest person on campus, but he was one of the better-looking people on campus as well. Lacy was extremely jealous, and determined to keep him all to herself.
Linda and Mandy were Lacy’s cronies, they had been spying on Karen and Craig all night, they were the first to bring Lacy the bad news, and although they did not believe it, they were the first to hear Lacy utter the words, “I am going to kill that bitch.”
When the first night of hazing took place, Lacy had a foolproof plan. During the third stage of the hazing each pledge had to strip naked get hogtied, and have their panties shoved down their throats, they would then be forced to wriggle up and spit the panties out at the feet of a chosen sorority sister. When Karen she was hogtied very tightly by Lacy her self. All it took was a few drops from Lacy’s vial to produce a deadly dose of cyanide. Lacy pushed the panties down Karen’s throat. Karen did not even wriggle half way before she went into convulsions. Lacy, Mandy and Linda called a halt to the rituals, and told everyone to get out of the room to clear themselves of the event. Lacy gallantly told the crowd that she would take full responsibility. Lacy then called 911… on an old non-working cell phone. The entire crowd dissipated in fear of being implicated. Mandy, Linda, and Lacy were the only ones left. As Karen was in pain slowly dying she saw Mandy, Linda, and Lacy’s jubilant faces. Karen was powerless to do anything.
“Awww is the little cunt dying?” Mandy muttered
Linda responded, “That’s not right! HAHAHA!”
Lacy said, “Oh I am enjoying this, this little slut… this little slut… she deserves this!”
The last thing Karen saw in her mortal life was Lacy smiling a wicked plastic smile, batting her eyes and waving goodbye.
One wouldn’t think that any three humans could be as cruel as Mandy, Linda and Lacy that night, but in their own little clique with no one around they were. In their little clique, they could all be the sociopaths they truly were. In a strange way Lacy, Mandy and Linda were a group created by the devils hand itself, a perfect storm of materialistic, self-serving ethos that when combined created a beast of such magnitude it was capable of anything, even remorseless murder.
This story however does not end at this juncture, it merely begins. Little did Lacy know the small and solvable problem of Karen had turned into a much larger problem. Law enforcement were not probing Lacy like they should have been. Everything was quiet, it seemed to Lacy that she had easily gotten away with murder. The only small annoyance for Lacy is that she had an eerie suspicion that more often than usual that she was being followed.
The ghost of Karen Buckley haunted the sorority house that she perished in. Ghosts are not quite alive, and they are not quite dead. Karen’s ghost was barely aware that it existed at all. It did not think, it did not touch, it just did. What the ghost was to do, it was to do. Their was no free will for the Ghost, only things that it needed to do before it left the earthly world. It’s motivation? To end the constant feeling of hopelessness and sadness that permeated its very being. Karen who once possessed a promising future was now a voiceless wisp, whose only feeling was sadness, whose only release was revenge. And although her desire for revenge was automatic, her powers as a ghost were almost unlimited.
Linda woke up at 7:00am her first class for the day was at 12:00pm. She had an arduous process in front of her, a process she endured every day, which was getting ready for class. To Linda looking perfect was not just an obsession it was a compulsion. Linda walked into her bathroom which was connected to her room, which was exactly the way both Lacy and Mandy’s rooms were laid out.
As Linda was putting on her lipstick, suddenly her lipstick went off course. Linda was still holding onto the lipstick, but she was not in control of it. A powerful invisible being, was pressing the lipstick onto Linda’s face, and drawing chaotically on her forehead. Linda with all her might tried to stop the drawing, but it was no use. When the terrifying experience was all said and done Linda looked in the mirror and saw the words “Whore” written on her forehead. Terrified and crying she whipped the lipstick off, and even took a cold shower. A dream she thought, just a horrible dream.
Mandy woke up to the delightful sound of her long time crush Matthew calling her. Mandy was obsessed with Matthew, and she had finally pulled him away from his high school sweetheart so that they could finally date. Mandy was overjoyed, although she completely hid it in her phone conversation.
‘Oh yeah, sure I’ll go on a date with you on Friday, I am so sorry to hear your relationship didn’t work out.” Mandy chattered away on the phone, making sure each word she spoke sounded casual enough, and sexy enough both at the same time.
“Yeah that would be great, I really look forward to getting to know you better.” Matthew spoke.
Mandy giddy with joy woke up and walked into her bathroom. Mandy was usually naked when she slept, and she liked to admire her reflection naked in her mirror every morning. She liked to spin, and look at her curvaceous body, she put her hands through her sort but stylish brown hair. “God you look good” was what she said to her reaction every day.
Suspiciously this morning, the bathroom was already foggy, like someone had taken a shower. In her bathroom mirror a face completely unmistakable was visible ghost like in the fog. It was Karen’s face! Mandy jumped back, the face mouthed the words, “You will pay!” Mandy took a shower, and pretended that the last few moments of her morning were just a dream.
Lacy woke up to a phone call just as Mandy had woken up to a phone call. Lacy however unlike Mandy was not giddy with joy. Lacy’s dorky younger sister named Lisa called Lacy to let her know she was coming to visit. Lacy had always had a strong sibling rivalry with her sister. Despite the fact that Lacy felt she was better looking, smarter and overall a superior specimen over her sister, her parents had never seen it that way. Lacy’s parents had always favored her sister. This was partially Lacy’s rational for wanting to hold onto Craig so badly. If Lacy could marry a person of such high social standing, she would finally in her eyes overtake her sister in the contest she saw as life.
Lacy got out of her bed, feeling slightly strange, she put her hands up to her head, and to her absolute horror, she was shaved bald! Lacy ran into her bathroom, and screamed. Soon Linda knocked on the door to see what was wrong. Lacy in a panic stricken voice said
“Nothing’s wrong!…GO AWAY GET OUT LEAVE, FUCK YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!”
Linda walked away, and Lacy discovered her hair laid out on the undisturbed side of her bed, her hair clippings were laid out to read, “You are done.” Unable to simply accept the morning happenings as a dream Lacy, sucked it up and did all she could do, she put on a beanie, and spent a great deal of money, and time picking out an acceptable wig, a wig that would not be recognized as a wig.
Linda walked to her film class. Wearing designer clothing, and expensive make-up, she turned a few heads like she always did. Linda had dark flowing black hair. She had a skinny face with eyebrows located far above her eyes. This made Linda look constantly condescending. Her lips were round and puffy, her most distinctive facial feature were her freckles, they were not in abundance but they existed, and did so only to improve the quality of her face. Linda had long legs accentuated by the high heels she usually wore.
Boys tried to talk to Linda but she would have none of it, she was waiting for her perfect match, someone equally as beautiful as her. Suddenly someone caught Linda’s eye is was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She had no idea why she never noticed him before. Linda barely paid any attention in class, she couldn’t help herself. Linda stared relentlessly at this beautiful mesmerizing man. The man took notice, and he stared back.
When class was over the man approached Linda, and said his name was Henry. The two immediately hit it off.
“Do you have your short film ready for next week’s mid term?” Henry asked
“I got mine done a week ago, I paid some nerds to make it.” Linda responded
“Do you even know what it’s about?” Henry questioned
“No not really but I am sure I’ll get a good grade, this is like one of the last classes I have to do before I graduate, I am so burnt out with school right now.” Linda responded
Linda and Henry continued to hit it off, they had many drinks at a local bar, they laughed, they talked even though Linda had just met Henry she felt in love with him. She looked around as she talked to Henry, and everyone seemed to be staring at her, “They can tell I am in love.” Linda thought to herself. Encouraged by the number of drinks she had taken in Linda invited Henry back to the sorority house. Linda was getting wet just thinking of the drunken sex her and her new lover would have.
Back at the sorority house, Henry and Linda were making-out vigorously and with great passion. Linda grabbed Henry’s ass and delighted in the fact it was so firm and muscular. Henry did the same to Linda. Linda jumped onto Henry pinning him down on the bed. Linda at this point took off her shirt, and her skirt. Henry requested she take it all off, and strip completely naked. Linda did just that. As Linda straddled Henry completely naked she thought to herself “I am going to give him the greatest blowjob of his life.”
Linda got on her knees in-between Henry’s legs and unzipped his pants, she pulled Henry’s enormous erect penis from his jeans and boxers, and diligently started sucking. Linda’s nice ass shot upwards as she bobbed her head rhythmically on Henry’s cock. She felt more exposed than ever before, her vagina and asshole feeling the breeze from the open window (although there was no window open.) As Linda sucked she grew more and more wet.
“EAT ME!!!” Linda screamed
Henry obliged, after Linda sat up on the edge of the bed. Henry almost supernaturally aroused Linda further, as he ate her snatch on his knees. Linda tossed her hair back and moaned, as she shoved Henry’s head into her crotch. She forcefully pushed Henry’s head into her crotch, she knew he probably was having a hard time breathing. She kicked her legs in euphoric pleasure, until she suddenly knew she had to have IT! Linda had to have dick. She needed a cock inside her, and she needed it now.
Linda without warning changed positions. She got on all fours in the middle of the bed, and raised her ass in the air. Linda put her face into a pillow the muffle the loud cries that she was bound to make. She put her right hand on to her vagina and started rubbing. As Henry’s cock pressed forward into Linda’s vagina she whimpered with pleasure.
Henry started slow but worked up to a break neck speed, soon Linda was getting the fucking of her life. As Henry fucked Linda he smacked her on the ass softly. “Harder!” Linda yelled. Henry again obliged and soon he was spanking Linda feverously, as Linda screamed loudly into her pillow.
When it was all said and done Linda had three orgasms, three earth-shattering orgasms. She had fainted from the experience and lay naked on her stomach. When she finally awoke the next morning, Henry was nowhere to be found, and 25 dollars lay on her dresser drawer. A note was left, and it read “best prostitute ever!” Linda stayed home for the rest of the day looking at her post sex make-up smeared face in the mirror, crying in utter self-pitty.
Mandy was having a great time on her date with Matthew, he had bought her flowers they had gone to a sushi bar, watched a wonderful romantic movie, and Mandy was mulling over whether or not she wanted to get laid. Even though Mandy felt she had a little bit of an upset stomach she decided that she was horny enough to go back to the sorority house to have sex.
Before Mandy and Matthew went upstairs to have sex they both had a glass of wine. After Mandy drank her glass of wine, she felt very strange but still very horny. Mandy led Matthew upstairs to her room where she sat him down on her computer chair, and started a slow strip tease.
Mandy was both stacked, and had a large ass. Mandy pressed her large boobs into Matthews face, Matthew very horny at this point vigorously sucked and licked Mandy’s nipples. Mandy then turned around and shook her naked ass around on Matthews lap. Matthew slapped Mandy’s ass repeatedly.
“Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, I love it! Do it again, but harder!”
Matthew did as he was told, and nearly left a hand print on Mandy’s ass.
Mandy pulled Matthew up, kneeled down, and unzipped his pants. Mandy resting on her toes, pulled out Matthew’s dick, and began sucking. As Mandy began to get her mouth in a rhythmic motion on Matthew’s dick, she felt something bad in her stomach. To Mandy’s horror she let out an large fart. Not knowing what to do both Mandy and Matthew pretended like nothing happened. Mandy continued sucking unabridged. Until another fart came, and suddenly Mandy had to run to the toilet to take a shit.
As each loud echoing fart bellowed from Mandy as she sat on the toilet, she exclaimed “Oh my god, I am so sorry, sorry, so sorry, this is so embarrassing.”
As a very embarrassed Mandy pulled some cum off her lip with one of her nails and examined it, she saw something strange. A floating video camera, hovered above her, the record light was on. It was Linda’s camera from the film class. Mandy quickly cleaned up, and then lunged for the video camera.
The camera floated outside of the bathroom. Matthew watched as a panicked naked Mandy chased after a floating video camera. “I only had one glass of wine.” He reminded himself.
The camera broke through a window, and Mandy ran out the front door for a moment forgetting her nakedness. The camera hovered next to the front door. Mandy jumped into the air to grab the video camera. When Mandy grabbed the video camera instead of coming back down the ground she continued to hover with the camera, her naked feet a few inches off the ground. Mandy tried to let go but it was clear, she had not grabbed the camera. The camera had grabbed her!
The camera started moving again taking Mandy with it. A naked kicking screaming Mandy was transported through the downtown area, completely visible to the massive party crowd out on this Friday night. The drunkards hollered like crazy, as Mandy spat back “Fuck you!”
As Mandy twisted and kicked around many city blocks being propelled by a video camera that apparently had a life of its own, she suddenly to her horror realized where she was going. She was going to the rival sorority house, Sigma Kappa Ku! Sigma Kappa Ku was having a huge social, with many other sororities and frats invited.
Mandy in her past had played many mean spirited pranks on Sigma Kappa Ku, the least of which was covering their house in dead fish, and spray painting all over their house, “Sigma Kappa Kunt.” Mandy was widely believed to be the mastermind behind these mean spirited pranks.
Mandy was dragged through Sigma Kappa Ku’s main crowded party, when Mandy was in the middle of the crowd when the video camera became a regular video camera again. Stunned Mandy stood completely naked in the middle of many other stunned men and women, some she knew as acquaintances, all of which she had seen on campus.
Soon some of the Sigma Kappa Ku girls realized who was in their mist. To the Sigma Kappa Ku girls this was a gift from the Greek gods themselves; they knew immediately what to do. Mandy was whisked away by a crowd of girls chanting, “spanking, spanking, spanking!”
A cone shaped “dunce” hat was placed on Mandy’s head. Two girls tied Mandy’s hands to some sort of pulley contraption attached to a big oak tree in the back of the Sigma Kappa Ku house. Mandy was pulled upwards so yet again her naked body was dangling. A beet red Mandy started kicking her feet desperately trying to get free, she knew exactly what was coming, this was Sigma Kappa Ku’s pledge initiation, an even more humiliating initiation than Sigma Gamma Mu’s hogtie crawl. The pledges only had to do it in front of sorority members, Mandy would have to endure it with half the MWU watching.
A giant wooden paddle was brought forth, and the ass whacking began. After each smack a now crying Mandy was forced to blurt out, “I am a piggy, oink, oink.” For 20 strokes, the crowd laughed and hollered, Mandy just cried, kicked her bare feet, and shook her bare ass to absolutely no avail.
“HEY GUYS CHECK OUT THE VIDEO IN THE VIDEO CAMERA!!!”
The crowd left Mandy dangling. As Mandy hung strung up in the tree she heard.
“Did she just fart!!!… Rewind…OMG she did”
“I got to make copies of this!”
“Copies for all”
“YEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!
Mandy sobbed, she did not even care she was naked anymore. She did not even care when she was taken down from the oak tree. She sat glum when her hated rival sorority was greasing her up from head to toe with grease. She didn’t mind when they took off her “dunce” cap and strapped on a plastic pig nose onto her face, but she screamed in horror as she saw the entire party encroach on her, and the words “GREASED PIG RACE!”
“If you want to get out of here you better run, piggy!” one girl said.
Mandy ran for her life, people grabbed at her. Mandy heard people say nasty things as she felt their hands slide against her slimy body. Mandy saw many people with video cameras of their own, and many people with cell phone cameras taking many pictures of her greased state. Finally after what seemed like eternity, Mandy was home free, she crawled out of the house that had been her own personal hell.

Tara and I had initiated each other into sex. It was satisfying and cost nothing!!
At 26, I was happy that my lover, Tara at 23 was as happy as I was. Our searching each other’s bodies had started at a beach resort after her wanting to relax her taut muscles after a fall on the beach.
Many fucks later, we realized that all fucking needed was two willing partners and could become quite humdrum. We quickly realized why couples fall apart, why the sparkle goes away from happily married couples lives. Truly, we had explored each other’s bodies and had tried many positions. Yet, all it eventually entailed was sucking, licking, teasing, kissing and then fucking.
So what next?
We truly loved each other. We did not want to also drift into “Slam bang thank you Maam” syndrome.
On a particularly nice day, after a long and happy fucking session, Tara popped the question. “What should we do to retain interest in fucking?”
I was happy she had asked. Since that was worrying me for long. I truly loved Tara. More so, I loved how she played games that adults are permitted to play. Most women behave as if their pussy were gold plated and diamond encrusted. That simply distances fun from love.
I suggested “Why don’t we play games”.
“Like?”
“One day you choose the game and on the next I choose the game”.
“Like?”
“Say . . . . . . I choose that I am a TV technician, dropping in to repair your TV. You are alone at home. While repairing the TV set, I see your charms and decide to fuck. You fight back and refuse. I rape you. Or say, you cant pay, so you pay by fucking.”. “The interesting part is that while I will know there I started, I will never know the route it will take. Like, you decide to seduce me. Or you decide to fight back and get raped. Or you decide not to have money and you pay by fucking”. “The combinations are infinite”.
“Hey. That is a nice one!!!!!. You really want to fuck”.
“No. I want to fuck YOU in every possible way”
Tara said “Okay. That sounds nice”. “So what is the plan today?’
I said “Who starts first?”.
“Let us toss a coin and decide”.
She fished out a coin and flung it up. I called out heads. And heads it was. So I won. She asked “You will bat first or bowl first?”, with a smile.
I said “Bat”.
I got up, picked up the front door key and walked out of the house. While leaving I added a twist to the whole matter. “I will get a copy made of this key and return the original to you just now. But I will be back when I like. So you would not know when and how it would happen”. She said “Make a copy of your door key as well!!!” with a naughty twinkle in her eye.
That was it.
My brain went into a tizzy thinking of the fun we would have. How I would fuck her. When. How she would react etc. I am sure, she too was thinking as how she would enter my house and fuck.
Two days later, I spoke to Tara on the phone in the morning. She informed me that she was taking the second half of the day off, since she wanted to drop one of her house guests at the airport.
I noted that down.
I slipped out of office a little early and decided to enter her home when she was not in and hide inside and see what she does after she returns home.
I reached her flat, opened the door and went in. I rummaged through her personal goods. Her locker was ajar. I looked into her clothes and her costume jewelry. Her perfumes and all the other odds and ends.
I stepped into the bathroom and looked into her laundry basket. Her bra and panty was lying there. She must have changed before leaving.
I then decided to get ready.
I shut the windows and drew the curtains. I looked for a suitable position to hide when she returned. The risk was, if she returned with some one else with her. Then I had it. What if she had one more lover. That would hurt me like iced water on my erect dick.
I found a nice small store room which had an entry into her bedroom. This was full of suitcases.
Soon enough I heard her car being parked. I looked down from behind the curtains and saw her checking the lock of the car and walking towards the lift.
My heart was pounding with anticipation and thinking what I would do to take her by total ‘fucking’ surprise.
I quickly slipped into the storeroom. I heard the door open. She walked in and walked straight into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. She flung her shoes off and lay down on her bed. She rested a while and then got up and started to undress. I thought “Does she know I am around??”.
Soon she was totally naked and walked into the bath room. I could hear her on the toilet seat. I could hear her peeing into the toilet bowl.
Then I heard the shower and her having a bath. She was humming a tuneless tune and enjoying herself.
I got a brain wave. I came out of the storeroom and proceeded to get near the bathroom. I peeked inside and saw she was lathering herself up. Cleaning every part.
I saw her shaved pussy. (I had shaved her pussy before fucking her last time).
She finished her bath and started to dry herself. Then she stepped out of the bathroom and was startled seeing me standing there. She stepped back and tried to cover her pussy and breasts with her hands.
I grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to the bed. She said “What are you doing??”.
I said “I will rape you, you bitch”.
She tried to protest. But I caught her by her hair and pushed her down on the bed. She fell, but tried to scamper away.
I slapped her hard on her face. She fell back and gasped.
I could see her eyes welling up and a little blood on her mouth.
I pulled out my belt and put it around her neck and passed the leather though the hook. That ensured that she was on leash.
I hissed “Just lie down and get fucked. Or else I will kill you”.
She lay down and looked at me with pitiful eyes and said “Please do not hurt me”.
I tried to locate the mirror nearby so that she could see herself being fucked.. She tried to get up and run. I ran behind her and pulled her back.
Again she was pinned down on the bed. held her hands down and maneuvered and placed myself over her hands. That looked real nice.
I took some of her cream onto my hands and started to apply it liberally on her mound. She struggled, but to no avail.
Soon I was applying the cream inside her crack and also inside her ass.
More and more cream and more and more fingering her pussy. She was not enjoying it too much so far.
I then took off my trousers and my shirt. My dick whish was already hard leapt out.
I realized that this wouldn’t be fun if she did not enjoy. Then I had to ensure that she was properly aroused.
I was sitting near her head. I got onto all fours over her body and lowered my mouth onto her pussy. I started to slowly lick her thighs and play with the inside of her thighs.
My dick was dangling near her mouth.
After about twenty minutes of playing with her mound and all part except her pussy, I sat up and took my cock near her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut. I swiftly held one of her nipples and squeezed hard. She opened her moth to scream. I inserted my cock into her mouth.
Once again I lowered my mouth over her pussy. I stated to ram her mouth with my dick. She fought back and tried to move her mouth away.
I simply responded with deep strokes inside her mouth.
While I was ramming her mouth I started to lick her clit from all angles.
She fought for a while. But soon Mother Nature took over. She started to like the clit play. She started to raise her bottom and was about to wrap her legs around my head.
I caught her ankles and spread the legs further. She was heaving up and down already with her legs firmly held. She also started to suck my cock nicely.
She was enjoying.
In less than two minutes, she was screaming through her closed mouth and was having her first orgasm.
I left her and got up. She was still having her orgasmic spasms.
I released her hands.
She sat up and said “That was really cruel of you”.
I let her heaving with pleasure subside.
I changed my position. I then took a position just below her ankles. She perhaps thought that I will start some orthodox fucking and parted her legs a little bit.
I caught her by the ankles and pulled her legs to go around my kneeling legs. I then slowly lowered my mouth over her pussy and started to kiss and kick the thighs.
Slowly I pushed my hands below the small of her back. Then I pulled her legs over my shoulder. And sat up. Her whole torso was raised with my shoulder. I supported her torso with my hands from below and started to eat her pussy.
She started to protest and said “God it hurts”. But I was eating her pussy and did not care what she said. Soon she was enjoying more.
She had her next orgasm.
I lowered her on the bed and waited for her spasms to subside.
I caught her and pushed her back near the head post. Soon she was squatting at the far end. I caught her by her hairs and pulled her up. She raised herself on her haunches and she took support with her hands over the head post. I licked my finger and swiftly plunged my middle finger into her pussy. She started to softly scream. “Aaaah. It hurts”.
I started to slowly finger fuck her. At first it was slow. Then I became faster and faster. While my finger went in and out I was squeezing her breasts with the other hands. Soon she was screaming with pleasure.
She has her second shuddering orgasm.
She slumped onto the bed.
I got up and dragged her legs over the bed. She had given up all her attempts to run away. She was enjoying the hard fuck she was getting.
I got up onto the bed. I held her splayed legs between my armpits. I ordered her to guide the cock into her pussy. She held my cock and started to masturbate it near her pussy mouth while her legs were led apart by me.
Suddenly she pulled the tip of my cock near the mouth of her pussy.
I lunged my cock in. It went deep in. She yelped with pain and joy.
I started to give her slow yet powerful strokes. Take the whole cock out and the wait for a few moments. When she did not expect it, plunge it back in.
In the meanwhile I kneaded her breasts and went on fucking. Nonstop.
My mouth went for her mouth. While our tongues were exploring each other’s mouth, she was enjoying the fuck.
Her pussy was really nice. I was enjoying every stroke. She as also trying her best to clamp her pussy mouth as hard as she could.
I was about to come. I said “Darling I am coming”. She said “Come. Come…”
Then she said “I am coming. Come with me . . . .”
We came together and lay in each other’s arms for a while.
After about half an hour I moved and she let her legs come off from around my waist. I took out my flaccid cock and lay next to her.
She said “Why don’t we have bath together?”.
We went into the bathroom and bathed together. She cleaned my cock and I cleaned her pussy.
Once again my cock was ready for a fuck.
Tara said “This is insatiable”. She then pulled my cock near her pussy mouth and inserted it saying “This cock deserves a good pussy”.
She slowly fucked me under the shower, standing up.
We again came together.
Soon we were out of the bathroom and dry.
I helped her get dressed.
We kissed and she said “Next time, it is my chance. Watch out”.

Squatting down in the corner of the office, Jen spread her bare legs and issued the command to her bladder to release its hold. A familiar sensation rushed down her body on her way to her waiting pussy lips. A second later and a hot golden stream of squirting piss was flowing from the base of her vagina and forming a gushing arch of urine down to the carpeted floor.
Jen gasped with the sensation of seeing her pee raining down over the fabric between her creamy legs. Almost immediately a growing damp stain started to spread as her golden rain continued to squirt from the base of her brown curly haired pussy.
Revelling in the shear naughtiness of her act, Jen watched on with utter fascination as she continued to piss all over the office carpet. The feeling of relief grew in her bladder as more and more of her pee squirted from her lower lips. This was a wonderful accompaniment to the butterflies dancing in her stomach. Needless to say, Jen was getting a lovely sexual stimulation from her act. The more piss she peed onto the floor, the better the sensation got.
Jen had been planning to carry out a naughty piss over the office carpet for quite sometime now. At last she had plucked up the courage to finally try it out. Deliberately she had stayed behind at work on a Friday night. As the last of her co-workers left the building, Jen was rushing to the conference room office at the far end of the top floor. The rush she had gotten from just undressing from her work pants and cotton underwear had been incredible. This was nothing however, as to the thrill she got as she moved to the far corner and adopted her pee squat.
Now that she was actually doing it and pissing like a naughty schoolgirl in the corner of the sparsely decorated room, the feeling had gone into overdrive. What a delicious joy it was to simply pee over the floor rather than use the toilet. By Monday morning she knew her pee stain on the carpet would have completely dried. This meant that this was a perfect crime, one she now had every intention of repeating.
Suddenly it struck her that she had the perfect opportunity to pee where-ever she liked in the empty office. With this wonderful idea in mind, Jen desperately tried to hold back the last of her pee. Slowly the pattering piss shower issuing from her muff and spraying the carpet with her hot urine, started to wane before vanishing completely.
Standing up, Jen stared downwards past her small breasts poking through her thin blouse and also past the triangle of brown curly pubic hairs nestled between her legs, and at the large damp stain on the carpet. Her piss puddle looked incredible a clear testament to the naughty deed she had just done. Running her hands over her bare bum cheeks and then up and round, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Slipping a hand inside she caressed her left breast with a loving fondle. Her hormones were racing now. Her other hand slipped down between her legs finding the warm moist spot between her legs. Two fingers probed into her love hole, a third gently massaging her clit. The resulting sensations of pleasure ran through her body delighting her immensely. She was half tempted to masturbate right there and then but a little voice in the back of her mind whispered more soft temptations.
With a big smile on her flushed face Jen decided to act on the images in her subconscious. Quickly she moved to the large conference table which filled most of the otherwise empty room. It took only a few seconds before Jen was squatting down, her large naked buttocks coming to within inches of its wooden surface. The quite of the room was suddenly dispelled by a soft hiss and patter as Jen started to pee again. From between her parted naked legs shot a twisting golden stream of hot piss. Her urine shower immediately formed a curving arch which started to splatter over the wooden surface below her half naked body.
Jen’s new piss was even more satisfying than the last but she had already thought of some new ideas for places to pee around the office. She allowed herself to pee for only a few delicious seconds before sealing shut her pee hole. Clambering down from the table she stared at the glistening wet puddle on the conference room table. That had been incredible fun but now it was time for something else.
Jen stopped by the door to the main office. On the floor lay her work pants and her discarded white panties. Now desperate to maximize her sexual thrill from her naughty office peeing Jen immediately started to remove the rest of her clothing. Her light blue office blouse landed on top of her panties followed almost immediately by her bra. Now Jen was completely naked. Her nipples were incredibly hard on her small pert breasts. Between her legs her brown matted triangle of pubic hairs were now covered in small splashes of her spent piss. Not that this bothered Jen in the slightest. Her blue eyes flashed with delight as she opened the conference room door and stepped out into the exposed area of the upper story office.
It was an unusual and initially unsettling feeling for Jen as she crossed the open plan room on the way to her desk. Her nudity was both a turn on and yet a slight cause for fear. In would only take one person to return for what-ever reason and she would be caught completely naked. The two piss puddles in the conference room would be just as damning and for a second Jen feared she best run and get dressed as quickly as possible.
Shaking her pretty head Jen decided against that course of action. Reaching her desk she pulled back her chair and slowly descended into its embrace. The course fabric of the seat tickled both her bare bum cheeks and her pussy. Edging towards the edge of the chair Jen stared down as she positioned her muff to the edge of the chair. Happy with her position Jen looked up at her computer and proceeded to call up her Emails. She was half way through typing her first reply when the impulse to pee hit her bladder. Purposely she didn’t look down but instead continued to stare at the screen. A hot spray of pee squirted from her pussy lips hidden within the triangle of her pubic hairs. Her golden urine stream shot forwards for several inches before gravity caught it and pulled it down to the office carpet below her chair. Just as quickly as she had started to pee, Jen stopped. Staring down her naked body, past the inviting site of her pointed nipples, Jen marvelled at the new damp stain beneath her desk. That had felt simply wonderful!
Jen typed a few more characters on her screen just before her pussy lips parted once again and a second quick squirt of piss escaped her vagina. Peeing like this in quick little showers over the carpet beneath her desk was so intoxicating. A third squirt and then it was too much to hold back. Between Jen’s creamy thighs suddenly started to shoot a long twisting stream of hot feminine piss, squirting out of her pussy with complete abandon. Jen fantasized about sitting at her desk, peeing over the floor, whilst during office hours. What an incredible rush it would be to simply have a pee whenever she wanted at her desk, and never worry about having to go downstairs to the toilet.
Between Jen’s legs, her golden pee stream was beginning to droop as she finally exhausted the last of her piss. At the very last moment Jen closed her pussy lips and leapt up. Running over to the filing cabinets she chose one at random and yanked open the bottom drawer. Without wasting a moment she quickly turned round and then squatted down, bringing her bum and hairy pussy to just above the paper files inside. As soon as she was in place then the very last of Jen’s pee escaped her vagina. A gentle patter accompanied the sound of her wet urine splashing down over the folders.
Her last act of pee vandalism was simply too much for Jen. Standing from her pee squat she ran over to the nearest chair. Spinning it round she placed her nude buttocks on its seat. Spreading her legs wide she grabbed a thick marker pen off the desk and carefully slid it into her waiting and very wet pussy. The sensation of the cold metal surface inside her moist vagina was electrifying and slowly but with building momentum, Jen started to slid the pen in and out of her love hole.
Jen’s orgasm burst upon her flooding her mind and senses with ecstatic bliss. Her wet relief stained the chair as she came but she was too far lost in her orgasmic bliss to care. Slowly, sanity returned along with the awful knowledge of the mess she had made. It took Jen half an hour before she ready to leave the office after cleaning up as best she could, her various pee stains. By the time she was ready for leaving she also needed another pee. Desperately she scanned the office for inspiration. She would be damned if she was going to pee in the Ladies loo especially after what she had done earlier.
The idea for her new pee was the naughtiest yet. She approached her manager’s desk with trembling hands. It took a second to yank down her pants and underwear from around her bum cheeks and pussy and then she was ready. Now, with her lower clothing suspended between her knees and her womanhood on full display, Jen leant forward and picked up Liz’s coffee mug. Moving the large cup up to her pussy she covered her vaginal lips with its mouth. The first squirt of piss shot from her pee hole and sprayed into her manager’s cup. Instantly it was followed by a second longer squirt of hot wet piss which turned into a continuing torrent of golden pee. Easing back the mouth of the jug away from her hairy muff, Jen marvelled at the sight of her squirting pee spraying over the inner wall. Her flowing urine traced its way down the cup’s surface where it was already pooling at the base.
The outside of the mug started to become all warm as Jenny continued to pee into it. This was easily the naughtiest and most disgusting thing she had every done. However at the same time it was the most exciting and sexually thrilling thing she had ever done. She knew already that she need to masturbate urgently as soon as she got home but for now she needed to enjoy the rest of her pee.
In front of her thighs, the cup was now half full of her spent and very hot piss. The stream of new pee still squirting out of her vagina showed no sign of abating and she was surprised to witness just how much new pee she had inside her. Knowing the mug would never hold all her piss Jen forced her self to stop her pee. As soon as the golden stream retreated back into her pussy, Jen did a wobbling walk over to another desk. Picking up Fran’s cup she copied her earlier action and placed it up to her waiting muff. A second later and Jen’s pussy was busily pissing into its innards.
Her new golden stream made a soft hissing sound as it filled the cup with her warm effluent. The very sight of a second coffee cup filled with her pee was ecstatic. Her thrill levels were through the roof and it took an incredible amount of restraint not to sway her hips to one side and to simply pee all over Fran’s desk. In the end she waited until she had almost squirted all her pee out of her body. At the very last moment she moved the cup away from her squirting pee stream and twisted her lower body to one side. Immediately Jen’s remaining golden juices started to patter down on the seat of Fran’s chair. Jen watched on with glee as she finished the last of her slash over the Supervisor’s chair. A small wet patch glistened in the overhead lights where the seat had caught her hot pee.
Now Jen was done. Quickly she emptied the two coffee cups into the soil of a large office plant wondering if her pee would magically help it grow. Pulling up her underwear and pants, Jen dressed again. She then fled the office, desperate to get home and enjoy the memory of peeing in other people’s cups as a stimulus to a mind blowing orgasm!

The heavy snow was just beginning to fall on the Colorado Rockies when Ray turned onto I-70, west of Denver. Katherine had never been in the truck before when it snowed. She was nervous and voiced her concerns to Ray. “Honey, can’t we pull over until morning?” she asked.
“Just a little further up the road, there is a rest stop.” he replied. Katherine sat nervously as cars sped past the rig, spraying snow behind them. She was horny as hell but didn’t dare distract Ray on a road like this. She could see the rest area up ahead, it was lit up like a beacon from a light house. Ray began down shifting and braking. Katherine breathed a sigh of relief as he set the air brakes and shut off the lights. She scurried to the sleeper and stripped off the heavy clothes she had put on in case they had to walk. She pulled off the heavy sweater and let her firm breast swing free. Next she pulled off her boots, wranglers and long under wear that Ray bought her as a gag gift several weeks ago.
She felt a slight breeze blow up her snatch as Ray opened the door to check the load. The cold air was kind of exciting. She had never made love in the snow before. She quickly pulled on her coat, skirt and slid on some shoes. Then she jumped out of the truck a few minutes behind Ray. She found him tying a tarp between bundles of lumber. She climbed up the truck and hopped on the trailer. She kissed him on the side of the neck, almost causing him to slip. He looked in her eyes and knew instantly what she wanted. He loosened the ropes enough for them to crawl under the tarp. There was just a few feet between bundles on the top row.
As Ray helped Katherine climb up, he noticed she had nothing on but the skirt. His rod instantly sprang to life in the cold mountain air. As Katherine stood up on the lumber, she quickly pulled off her heavy coat and spread it out for them. Ray climbed up beside her and noticed her nipples were hard as his thick member. She unzipped his fly letting his pole jump out. It lightly hit her cheek. She slowly sucked on his rod, taking in the feel of it and the coolness of the night air. Ray moaned softly as she ran her tongue up and down his cock.
She was taking time to lick the pre-cum from the tip. She cupped his balls in her other hand, squeezing them gently as she reached the base. She could tell he was about to lose his load of hot cum. She sucked eagerly on his hot staff, taking it all the way into her throat with every stroke. She sucked with an urgency that Ray had never seen before. At last, the pressure was more than he could take. He exploded on her tongue. He soaked her mouth with wave after wave of love juice. When she finished licking him clean, she laid back and waited her turn.
Ray sprung into action not wanting to get cooled off now. He leapt between her legs and found a wet pussy waiting for him. He easily slipped two fingers into her hot box. The cold air made her clit stand up at attention. He eagerly sucked it and was instantly sprayed with a small amount of her peach juice. Ray sucked and probed on her pussy making her writhe in excitement. She played with her nipples as she got closer and closer to her climax. Just when she was going to pass out she let out a loud moan and sprayed him with all her pent up passion lotion. As her climax subsided she rolled over on her hands and knees exposing her shaven slit to Ray’s raging erection.
He plunged it all the way to the hilt with one thrust. His balls were slapping her clit as he came to a sudden stop at the bottom. Katherine wiggled as she got her self ready for the hard fucking to come.
Ray teased her wet box, backing out just a little way then slowly pushing back in. Katherine felt an orgasm approaching fast and wanted him to take her hard. He resisted and slowly pumped her box as she sprayed her love juices all over his balls and legs. Just as soon as one orgasm finished another was fast approaching. Katherine wondered if the intense pleasure would ever end. She loved to have sex with Ray but she never had so many orgasms before. Finally, Ray beg