He motioned to the chain with his finger and a length of chain sprang to his command. It wound around my bruised wrists tightly before two links on each end opened up like the jaws of an angry snake and clamped into the old wood, making a sickly crunching sound like that of breaking bones; after sealing themselves into the table top, they went lifeless, just like they were a few seconds ago.

My arms were securely bound above me, putting me in a somewhat vulnerable state and cutting off any hopes I had of escape. My chest heaved as I panted in fear, my eyes searching for the face of the man behind all this.

I turned my head to my left and there he stood.

The most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

He stood probably around 6'7, dwarfing my smaller stature of 5'4. He was medium boned, muscular, and pale as the moon. He wore a charcoal gray hoodie with a lighter gray graphic tee beneath. His face was sculpted, not overly so, but enough to eliminate any boyishness.

Pale, perfect skin and a symmetrical face... and eyes with blood-red irises and light-absorbing black pupils. Black, spiky hair crowned his horrifyingly handsome face, making a mixture of terror and lust course down my spine, coating every nerve ending and focusing all my senses on him.

He casually leaned over me on the table, speaking in a low, dominating voice.


"Have you changed your mind, darling?" I gaped up at him, his face mostly a silhouette due to the crappy lightbulb hovering above. He raised an eyebrow at me in expectation.

I blinked and closed my mouth, regaining enough of my stubbornness to turn my head away and close my eyes, as if trying to deny his existence. I heard him hiss in a deep, threatening way.

"So be it. I'll have you, either way... And when I'm done, you'll be begging for more." The hairs along my arms rose again, his words stirring something deep within me.

He lept up onto the work table, kicking my legs apart roughly and settling between them. His hips rested against mine and he ground them into me, bringing to my attention something very hard between us.

He dug his cold fingers into the neckline of my white tshirt, ripping it from me, jerking me off the table and startling me with the brutality of the force he used. He gazed down at me, his hands caressing over the lacy white bra. He mumbled "White for purity... White for virginity..." My spine turned to ice. How did he know I was a virgin...?

Then he leaned down, taking the fabric between the cups into his mouth. He yanked back and it sprang free, the bra snapped in the middle, ruined. I was completely bared to him, unable to cover myself or hide from those crimson eyes.

My captor cursed under his breath before almost violently attacking my right breast with his mouth. He bit the nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the hardening peak before sucking the soft tissue into his mouth.

My back arched off the table and I gasped involuntarily at the onslaught. His hand gripped and roughly kneaded the other as he worked over my breast with his mouth. I felt his sharp teeth sliding

over my skin threateningly, knowing at any moment they could rip into me if he wanted. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and a rising, unknown desire within me.

He released my breast from his mouth with a wet smack, his dangerous eyes glaring into mine.

"Your heart is calling to me..." He moved forward so that his face was at my neck. He nuzzled the throbbing pulse near my throat, sighing.

"How does it feel... knowing I could drink you dry if I wanted?" He squeezed my breast hard, stealing a gasp from me. His tongue caressed the flesh over my racing pulse; I involuntarily angled my head to give him better access. He murmured appreciatively.

"You smell so delicious..." His teeth scraped over my pulse, drawing a shiver out of me. He chuckled a little, the sound a deep, throaty sound. He spoke softly,

"I could kill you if I wanted... Tear open your throat and drink away your life."

He kissed over my pulse again, lingering and letting his tongue snake out again to caress the sensitive flesh. A small whimper of fear and something else escaped my trembling lips.

"Tell me what you think about that, Maria." My name sounded strange on his tongue.

I licked my dry lips, noticing how his eyes followed my tongue. I spoke, hesitantly, in a quivering voice.

"I think... if that's what you really wanted, you would have done that already." He was inhumanly still for a moment, before a slow smile spread over his perfect face.

"Smart girl."


He squeezed my breast hard again, extracting a gasp from me, opening my mouth to him. He leaned down, capturing my lips with a strange hunger I'd never known before. My mind went completely blank as he pulled away to see my reaction.

I blinked, my brain feeling a little hazy as I stared back at him. I bit my lip, replaying over in my head what had just happened. Is this what a kiss was really like? Then it seemed to dawn on him.

"That was your first kiss?" He looked taken aback for a few seconds. Then his pupils dilated a bit and he growled deep in his throat before leaning back down and taking my lips again. My current situation forgotten, I lay there, trying to sort out how to react, the first time today when I was completely at a loss for words or action.

I let instinct take over. He claimed my bottom lip, sucking gently. I pursed my lips together a little, putting a bit of pressure on his upper lip. His hips ground against me again as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing against my lips.

Not knowing what else to do, I let him in and he swirled his tongue around mine, the sensations rendering my mind blank and my body limp. He whispered against my lips,

"That's it... don't fight me." He kissed me passionately, his hand starting to knead my breast again, flicking and rolling my nipple with his thumb while the other slipped beneath my head, gripping the back of my neck as his fingers intertwined in my hair.

He began kissing along my jawline, moving back toward my neck. Each kiss kindled the fire growing just under my skin and I began to feel a thirst within my body I had never known before.

His grinding began to feel good and I moaned beneath him as he sucked on my neck. My arms struggled against the chains, wanting to touch him. He spoke, his words muffled by the sensitive flesh of

my throat against his lips.

"Not yet, my darling." He worked his way down my neck, pausing at my breasts again. His face moved away from mine as he maneuvered himself lower over me.

He kissed the soft skin above my belly button, his hands shredding my dark-gray, knee length leggings. He flung the remnants of clothing off the table, dipping his tongue in my belly button before kissing lower. Distress began to filter through the haze in my mind.

I mewled a soft,

"Wait..." My captor paused at his task.

"Trust me, pet." He resumed, kissing softly above my panty line and my hips, silencing any protest I may have had. I felt his hands gently pushing my knees apart, giving him access to my sacred part.

I felt him blowing a steady stream of cool air over me and realized that he had somehow slipped my underwear off me while I was distracted. Before I could protest, he latched onto my sensitive nub and sucked softly, drawing a moan from me.

My back arched from the sensation, my mind completely hazy as I felt his mouth in the place I had never been touched before. My legs quivered and my knees spread a little more, my body inviting him in without my permission.

His tongue swirled around my clit, awakening each nerve ending and setting them each ablaze. I didn't understand what I was feeling, and under present circumstances I didn't care.

He paused and I felt his eyes on my face. Through my panting, I managed to choke out,

"Please... don't stop... ohhhhhh..." His tongue slid up through my

folds, turning my legs to jelly and my words to unintelligible moans and groans.

Then I felt something probing uncomfortably at my entrance. I bit my lip as I felt him touching me and stretching me a little.

Then I felt him suck on the sensitive little bud again and I completely forgot any discomfort. My belly was tightening in a weird way, but the way he made me feel I didn't want to care.

He drew on my clit repeatedly and I gasped, moaned, and writhed beneath him. I felt him insert his finger inside me and he stroked my inner walls, adding a new dimension to the sensation he was forcing onto me. The tightening within me kept growing with each second.

He flicked my nub with his tongue as he simultaneously swirled his finger inside me and the tightness exploded within me, unleashing a torrent of pleasure. My senses barely noticed the brief bit of pain as they were overcome by the intense sensation.

I heard myself whimpering softly as the cascade of pleasure began to ebb after a few moments. My heart no longer pounded with fear; the negative emotions temporarily gone as I basked in the glow of the new contentedness I suddenly felt.

Then, I became aware of something wet on the inside of my thighs and dripping down my bottom onto the table; I thought that perhaps I had peed myself and felt my cheeks grow hot with shame. I opened my eyes as I felt a shadow loom over me.

Piercing red eyes studied my face as my heart began to beat normally. He smiled and I noticed his lips were shiny and wet.

"You are absolutely exquisite when you come..." He leaned down to me again, kissing me gently. He tasted different. I swallowed hard,

"What just happened? ...what did you do to me?" I raised my head

and looked down between us. His clothes were now gone and he was settled between my legs again. What I saw protruding from him made my eyes widen. He continued, seemingly unhampered by my attention on other places.

"You just had an orgasm. It happens when you feel really good." He paused and licked his lips, the shiny stuff disappearing. I blinked, raising my gaze back to his face, and my cheeks felt hot again as I asked quietly,

"...did I pee?" He laughed.

"No darling. It happens when you have an orgasm." I nodded.

My attention went back to his hips. He answered my unspoken question.

"That, Maria, is my cock and it will go inside you where you felt me touching you a bit ago." I swallowed hard.

"...go inside me?" He kissed my neck softly.

"Yes. I'm going to take you, pet. I'm going to Bleep you with my cock." Before I could respond, he shifted his hips and used his hand to guide himself. I felt it pressing against me. I squirmed against him, whispering in fear,

"H-how is that going to fit in me??" I twisted my hips away, trying to close my legs as I felt a little panic. The piercing eyes stared daggers into me. I felt his hands on my hips grip tightly, holding the yielding flesh in a vice like grip. He leaned closer to my ear, whispering threateningly,

"You will not deny me entry. If you submit, I'll be gentle. If not, I can make this more painful for you then it will already be." He pressed his hips forward, the pressure increasing as he illustrated his point.

His eyes seemed to pierce directly into my soul; there was no give to his will and I knew there was no way out of this. After a few seconds, I forced myself to relax, opening my legs to him again. He sighed, his legs trembling.

"Good girl."

Before I could protest, he captured my lips as he thrust his hips forward. I felt a pain like a sharp rubber band snap and I opened my mouth to yelp, but he absorbed my cries with his mouth and kissed me passionately.

He moaned deep in his throat, his body shaking above me. He broke the kiss, drawing in a sharp breath and cursing,

"God you feel so good..." He kissed my pulse again and slowly rotated his hips. I winced at the discomfort; I felt like I was being split in half. He kissed my neck firmly, pulling away briefly enough to apologize.

"I'm sorry love... It's going to hurt for a little bit." There was only one solid question in my mind.

"Is it really inside me?" He moved his hips again and I could feel it moving in me. He began slowly moving his hips back and forth, pulling out a little and then going back in. It hurt at first, but it soon started to feel good like before. The man was still shaking. He murmured,

"You're so tight... So good... I want to ride you hard but you aren't ready... God damn..." He did pick up the pace, however. When he pulled out, I felt a new kind of emptiness that was soon relieved after he surged back in, gyrating his hips.

He hit a really sensitive spot inside me and I moaned again, wrapping my legs around him as he moved within me. He cursed under his breath and pumped faster, harder. It felt so good inside me

and I soon wanted him to fill me more, get deeper, go harder.

I struggled against the chains binding my arms down and he lifted a hand, gesturing like he did before. The links disintegrated around my wrists like sawdust and my arms sprang free and wrapped around his shoulders.

My hands roamed over his smooth, muscular back. He hit that spot inside me again and again and my nails dug into his cold flesh. He cursed sharply and pinned me, thrusting inside me harder. His eyes borred into mine and his lips curled into a snarl.

My back arched and I cried out in ecstasy as he kept stroking over that spot. I started lifting my hips in time with his thrusts, hearing his thighs slap against my ass as he buried himself inside me.

He began to furiously Bleep me at that point. I writhed and moaned, mewled, whimpered, and groaned beneath him, the way he was taking me so brutally adding fuel to the fire in my core.

"God damn it, Maria!" I clawed his back as he stroked over that spot inside me, my eyes nearly rolling back up into my skull.

Moving as fast as lightning, he gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head, staring into my eyes with a new intensity. He slowed his thrusting and stopped; I groaned in frustration and tried to grind my hips to get friction inside me. He leaned his weight onto my wrists a little, capturing my attention completely.

"Listen to me, Maria." He growled out, his muscles trembling. He began punctuating the words with his thrusting into me, "You. Belong. To. Me." One of his hands gripped my breast again and he loomed over me. His voice grew more intense.

"You. Are. Mine!" I moaned as his words called up a strong desire in my soul, my orgasm, as he called it, building within me.

"Say it!" He ground his hips hard against me, driving his point home.

I cried out as he hit me deeply inside. He squeezed my breast hard.

"Say it! Who do you belong to?!"

"You!" He thrust inside me again.

"Tell me who you belong to!" I groaned, my belly tightening dangerously.

"I belong to you!" With that, I came and nearly shattered into a million pieces. I almost screamed from the intensity, a roaring sound rising in my ears and my mind completely incoherent as the tides of hot pleasure crashed over me. I registered his curses and broken sentences,

"Oh god... You're so... Tight... So damn good... Ughghh"

He kept moving inside me, prolonging the orgasm. I found myself sobbing, almost begging him to stop the onslaught which threatened to overwhelm me.

He slammed into me one last time, holding still. I felt something hot erupting within my walls and flooding my tunnel; it felt good.

I opened my eyes and discovered he was staring intently at me. The spurting inside me continued as he leaned down and kissed me deeply.

The kiss lasted a long time, neither of us wanting to stop. Finally, he broke the union of our lips and spoke softly,

"I'm going to mark you now." I blinked, the post-orgasmic haze clouding my mind and any coherent thoughts I had. He sweetly kissed my throat, his cold lips sliding down my searing flesh, cooling and soothing.

He reached the base of my throat and pressed his lips on the side of my neck, just above the juncture connecting my neck and shoulder. He kissed gently before opening his mouth and sucking hard over the spot.

I closed my eyes and rolled my head to the side, my lips parting but no sound coming out. He sucked on my neck, swirling his tongue around the skin in his mouth.

My nerves began tingling again, stirring like embers from a dying fire. My hands came up to the back of my captor's neck, stroking the base of his skull and holding him to me.

After a few seconds, I felt a sharp stabbing pain that quickly subsided and was replaced by a different form of pleasure all together; one that didn't lead to a need for climax. He sucked a while longer, his tongue methodically swishing over the skin in his mouth.

He released and admired his work. Goosebumps fanned out from the area, the sudden cool prickling my over-sensitized nerve endings. He looked up at me, those intense predator eyes smoldering. He lifted his hand to my face, cupping my cheek and stroking his thumb over my soft skin. He whispered, gently,

"You're mine now." I blinked a few times, my eyes welling up with moisture from a mix of emotions; I was pretty sensitive and all the new experiences and crazy emotions was probably getting to me. In a trembly voice, I asked,

"Am I going to be like you now...?"

He kissed my forehead tenderly and spoke softly,

"No, darling. I don't want to Change you. Not yet, anyway."

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I sprinted down the hall, running for my life. The sound of my chuck taylor clad feet slapping the ground bounced off the walls, echoing eerily.

"Maria... Maria..." It was a male's voice... I didn't know who he was and I didn't know what he wanted. Either way, things probably weren't going to turn out well for me if I let him catch me. I felt a little sweat beading in my hairline as my thick, wavy mane streamed behind me.

"Maria... Maria..." He was gaining on me. With every step, every breath, every heartbeat. I almost sobbed as I ran down the long, echoey corridors of the abandoned warehouse, leaping over piles of debris and hoping to god I didn't trip.

I had been snooping around, exploring the old welding factory after I'd heard some rumors about a human-bat thing supposedly seen coming and going from this place.

I had been inside the decaying building for about ten minutes when I heard a horrendous cacophony; someone broke down the door I had blocked and began calling my name in the silky, disgustingly fake sympathetic voice.

"Maria!" The proximity of the voice brought me out of my thoughts.

He was only a few paces behind me!!

The corridor was coming to a dead end. I thought all hope was lost, but I saw one last open door on the left. It could be my only salvation... A chance to turn around or find something I could use as a weapon to fight back.


I reached out to grab the door handle, both as an anchor to redirect my momentum and as a way to slam the door shut in the face of my predator.

I felt an arm wind around my throat, jerking me off my feet from the sudden stop and choking me in the suffocating grip. I thought it was a police officer or something like that, until I felt cold, inhuman breath on the side of my neck.

"At last..."

The man shoved me into the room, my feet tangling into various cords and wires littering the floor, he wrenched the door handle shut behind him. The room was lit by an old, dim, flickering lightbulb suspended by a thin wire.

The room appeared to be an old workshop. Shelves lined the upper parts of the walls with damaged and rough counters underneath. Tools of all sorts littered the place along with rusty generators decaying by some of the outdated power tools.

In the middle of the room stood a solid work table the size of a king-sized mattress, metal shavings scattered into the old creases of the over-worked wooden surface. Lengths of heavy duty, rusty chains draped tiredly over the upper half, almost waiting for someone to finish a project they started.

I turned to look at my captor after regaining some of my balance, but my right arm was yanked behind my back, forcing me in the opposite direction of the door.

I was roughly thrown over the table, the man gripping me roughly and bending me so my face was mashed into the metal shavings and splinters of the work table, making my eyes water with the sting. I blinked a few tears away. In a shaky voice, I asked.

"What... do you want... with me?" The man pressed himself against me, leaning over me and completely covering my smaller frame with his.

The man brushed the hair off the back of my neck and nuzzled my flesh before replying in that same, horrifying purr:

"You poked around in the wrong places... And then I smelled you. Your scent was the sweetest I've ever smelled and it drove me..." He pulled his mouth close to my ear and spoke the last word in a breathy, smooth voice, "... crazy."

"...m-my smell...?" My voice cracked on the word 'smell,' much to my dismay. My captor chuckled evilly, obviously enjoying my ignorance.

"Yes, darling. Your smell." What the Bleep was he going to do... Eat me...?I struggled wildly, my pinned arm loosing circulation in the vice grip and my other stuck between my torso and the table top.

The man laughed heartily, yanking me up from the table and pressing my body against him. He captured both wrists in one hand in a crushing grip, forcing them behind my back. His other arm snaked over my chest, his rough hand gripping me just under my jaw. His lips were almost touching my ear, cold radiating from them and raising goosebumps along my skin.

"This can be easier for both of us. If you're good, I can be nice and gentle." He pressed his lips against the racing pulse beneath my ear, "or I can be rough and unpleasant if you fight me." He bit the soft curve connecting my neck and shoulder, two particularly sharp teeth almost piercing my skin.

I cried out in pain and jerked, shaking a laugh from him again. He shuffled forward to the table again, forcing me to bend over it painfully, this time sparing my cheek from the metal and rough wood. He spoke again, the chill of his breath causing the small hairs all over my neck to stand on end.


"What's it going to be, my pet?" Bile rose to the back of my throat as he whispered 'my pet.' I refused to respond, scared out of my mind and stubborn enough to want to fight. After a few seconds of silence, the man growled in frustration. He dragged me up onto the table, flipping me so I was on my back.

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There is a small pout to my lips as Master's mouth comes towards me. His deep passionate kiss makes me forget all else as my lips meld to His. I believe I was born to be His. He pulls back quirking an eyebrow.

"Pet, you know business causes Me to travel from time to time, and I will only be gone overnight, so no pouting. Take your vibe and give that pussy of Mine a good strong orgasm for Me."

His large hands descend upon my soft bare shoulders, though all of Me is bare as my Master wishes while we are at home, except for His collar and waist chain. Turning me away from Him I hear and feel a quick crack from His open hand across my arse, sending me off to the bedroom. As I walk, I hear the sound of door closing knowing He's now gone.

My head turns, a soft smile on my lips whispering.

"Travel safely my Master. Come home to Your pet soon."

Entering the bedroom, I light a few candles around the room. The warm comforting aroma of vanilla wafts up. As I am turning the bed down, the thick comforter rolls to the foot of the bed. I lay my soft form onto the silk sheet—they feel cool against my warm skin. I take hold of the thick rubber-like vibe in one hand, wetting the fat tip of it with my lips and tongue, enjoying the smooth skin-like feel this one has. Switching it on to a low/med speed, I draw it down to rub just between my hot already moist cuntlips, moving up to my clit in a slow sensuous circle, hips lifting, pressing to the vibrations.

With my warm cunt cream thickening, I slide the vibe now deep into

my pussy, holding the vibe in my hand, legs bending—knees up— feet flat upon the sheets. Driving my hips up and down in a steady fucking motion, my body is now hotter, and wetter, and craving the feeling of this orgasm allowed to me by my Master. I plunge the vibe deep into the hot greasy cunt that belongs to my Master. Pinning my hips back down with a fierce thrusting of the vibe, cunt walls squeezing in a desperate attempt to devour the toy, my cries ring out loud, screams filling the room as my orgasm as it flows hot strong, calling out,

"Thank You Master, thanks for allowing me this pleasure!"

As my body recovers I lie quietly. Small delicious tremors every so often quake my form, keeping my cuntflesh a tingle, my clit quivering and the warm juices flowing. Slowly sleep descends upon me, with thoughts of my Master vivid in my mind lulling His slut into a peaceful sleep. The moon's soft rays filter in dimly through the nearly closed blinds. The candles have kept a low glow within the room. My body turns and my face snuggles into my Master's pillow, which I'd sprayed earlier with His cologne. I breathe Him in as I sleep.

Belly to the sheets, moist warm pussy still slowly sensuously pressing to the sheets in a soft humping motion while in my slumber, arse cheeks moving side to side, sweet dreams of my Master caress my mind. That beautiful dream was suddenly turning to a nightmare. A heavy weight presses down on my body, a hand snakes around me. Just as I am about to let out a scream, I realize this is no dream. An intruder is here in my Master's bedroom. My mind is racing and panicking, my heart is wrenching, and my body is struggling trying to twist out from His clutches. He straddles His thick branch-like legs over my back pinning my arms to my sides.

He is strong. His hand holds a gag that He forces into my mouth and secures behind my head. He works quickly, binding my wrists. I hear the click of the steel, though the inner lining of the restraints is softer —leather perhaps. Panting breaths through flaring nostrils, again His hands come to my head to put a blindfold on me, my protesting

groans and grunts mean nothing to Him. I am kicking my legs to no avail. He grabs them, snaps on the same type of restraints, and flips me over like a rag doll. I can feel His menacing presence over me as I lie there naked. Only Master's collar and waist chain darn my body.

My mind is racing with thoughts, each one of my senses heightened.



Silk..

It is the silk sheet being wrapped around me, nearly smothering me, my body bucking, trying my best to resist. I hear only the sounds this stranger makes—dark, ugly growls whenever I do something to try and spoil His plan. Each time He tightens His grip to let me know I'd best be still. I am flung over His shoulder, my arse pointed up to the sky wrapped in the silk sheet. His movements are meticulous. Aware that we are outside, the coolness of the late night air seeps in through the sheet. My body shivers.

His grip tightens, and I am placed into the seat of a car. First my door closes, then the driver's side opens and closes. I jump in reaction to the noises—all familiar noises yet now in darkness everything feels strange and common noises make me anxious. All I can do is whimper pathetically, as this Man makes no sound. I do not know if He is going to do me harm or what is to come of me. My mind fills with thoughts of my Master, He won't know what's happened to me, and I feel the sting of tears.

We are only in the car a short while before my body is casually flung back over His shoulder. Inside, His footsteps sound heavy—a certain sound like being on concrete—a musty scent—maybe a basement. My body is placed upon a flat surface.

Wood, perhaps - yes..

Smooth, hard, definitely wood..

I feel as if my body is a mass of nervous uncontrolled shivering. The gag makes it difficult to breathe. I have to remember to pull the air in through my nose which is a bit stuffy from my sobbing. The blindfold is wet from my tears. He sits me up a moment undoing the wrist restraints. I breathe a little easier, wiggling my wrists about to try and move. No such luck. This overbearing Man pushes me back down.

Pulling my arms up over my head, he attaches them to a different set of restraints that seem to be connected to the table. My breasts are rising up and down hard and fast. His fingers grab each nipple, rolling them between his fingers, and then giving each one a firm pinch. He takes the restraints from my ankles. I immediately try to kick. He is far too quick—holding both ankles binding one at the corner of the table, spreading my legs wide, binding the other to the opposite corner.

Here I lay before this One—naked and exposed—vulnerable. His fingers move over my Master's waist chain and then up to my collar. I buck and twist screaming beneath the gag until He finally leaves my jewelry alone. I feel delight at a small victory just won, but only momentarily as His fingers now find my nipples once more. Taking one, He pulls and pinches; twists and tweaks. The rosy hard tips ache feeling the sting, yet at the same time I feel the touch of His lips suckling on my other nipple. The mixture of pain and pleasure confuses my senses.

Whimpering, crying, I am not sure if I am in pain or I am whimpering at the soft gentle sensation. He is not my Master, yet His lips carry the same type of warm wet touch upon my breasts. His teeth slowly pull on my free nipple pulling it up as His fingers start to position the clamps. My body jumps. His mouth is covering my clit. He is so skillful; each of His movements is taking my attention off the impending clamps. A thin chain connects the clamps, and it lies between my breasts.

Who was this Man? Did my Master arrange this? Does my Master know where I am? Am I just supposed to submit? No, I want my

Master.

His tongue sweeps over my clit again and again. I tell myself no, that I don't enjoy this. So then why are my hips are almost trying to lift into the stroke of His tongue to become one with His mouth? He moves over my moist cuntlips. My senses reel. I feel the first deep plunge of His tongue. He has a mustache. The only sound is a groan developing in my throat. Whimpering, questioning sounding like the word -

"Master"

Again the pleading sounds begging through my gag iin desperation -

"Master, Master"

Hoping, convincing myself it must be Him, as my body wouldn't react so easily if this One didn't have such a familiar touch. He probes with His tongue dipping in and out of my warm honeyed cunt. It is then I hear the buzzing sound. I know this sound. His fingers pull at my damp folds as He pushes the vibe deep into my wet pussy. Animal growls comes from deep within His throat, as He feels my cunt accept the large vibe, muscles trying to squeeze around its girth. Feeling tugging on my chained nipples, I am pulled slowly upward feeling the burn and sting. Then I feel something different—the softest feeling one could experience, my head tilting as I concentrate

moment. A feather..
Yes, that must be it..

Lightly touching and tickling around the areola of each nipple as they are being pulled. My body is a frenzy of feelings, the feather, the vibe, the tugging. More and more whimpering—my body is on fire. Suddenly my whimpers become hard insistent moans. His hand shoves the vibe in harder deeper. I know He is watching me—I can

feel His stare, His eyes moving to the dripping of my body's sweat, His pleasure at the way my body is shaking.

Quickly my fingers ball and fist, my toes curl, my mind is in such a confused state of ecstasy that I continue to try and fight off. I will only cum for my Master at His command for His dark and lustful desires. I am His playground, His canvas to create upon. Again and again the vibe is swimming in and out of my Bleep hole, and then using a single finger He starts touching me at the valley between my clamped breasts. Slowly He glides downward over the flat of my belly. I pull in a deep breath through my nostrils. My belly caves in. His finger is still on my flesh dragging, and pressing.

He slowly makes His way to my exposed clit—the small protruding throbbing bud of my lust and passions. His finger flicks over it as His thumbs join in the fun. He is pinching and pulling on it, listening to my threatening moan of a denied orgasm bubbling beneath the surface. I listen to His low grunts as He tortures me over and over with His sweet ministrations. His skillful fingers drive me to the edge as I fight off the savage plunging, sweat dripping from every wanton pore of my body. Silently my mind screams out for my Master. My hips are jerking as He bleeps me with the vibe now creating a steady intense motion. Each time the vibe is thrust in He rubs my clit with His knuckles. His other hand has moved back up to the clamps tugging lightly on them to listen to more of my muffled whimpering pleas.

As my mind becomes dizzy and blurred, He removes the vibe. The wet sloppy sound of it unplugging my Bleep hole makes me crazy. I scream through the gag. I feel His body come to the table settling over mine, my head twisting in a heated protest. Wildly the blonde damp tendrils of my hair slap around my blindfolded and gagged face.

"No, only my Master can take me. This cannot happen. Please."

His fingers remove each clamp from my hot sore nipples. He quickly

massages with both His mouth and hands easing the return of my blood flow. I can feel His thick rigid cock between my legs. The bulbous head is pulsing at my pink swollen cuntlips. A Bleep hole so hot, wet ready to be bleeped hard, my body is shaking.

He rocks forward, His cock teasing at my cuntflesh. I am trying desperately to shift my body but am unable to move. His hands reach up, taking the gag from my mouth. Before I even have my voice back to cry out, "No, please no more." the cunt juice soaked vibe is put into my mouth to suck on and once again I am stopped from speaking. The large toy fills my mouth as I suck the sweet hot taste of my cunt from it. He swipes up the blindfold and hisses out the words through grinding teeth as He rams His cock deep into its home.

"MINE!!! MY LovePeddler MY slut!!" my Master's voice strong loud commanding me.

My Master bleeps me hard, and His lips come to my ear as my Master growls out throught His feral grunting.

"CUM My slut. Now. Hard. Give ME all you have wanted to release NOW."

I am crying, screaming, and yelling out my desperate need, my want.

"OOOHHHH Bleep YES, YES MASTER, MASTER."

As the orgasm that was so torturously, deliciously built up comes hard and fast, it is that moment I know what it is to be in sub space. The euphoric feelings take over my body, and Master and I become one. No beginning or end as we move in a motion so demanding yet so in sync. My mouth presses to the hot skin of His chest, sucking and licking as He slams His cock in and out of the Bleep hole He alone owns. Master and only my Master can bring me, His slut to this sublime place.

In one deep solid thrust His cock explodes, thick waves of His hot cum pouring into my cunt, as my hot juice splashes over His dick, blending our lustful liquids. The smell of our sex surrounds us as our bodies drip with sweat, spasms coming one after the other—each one seemingly stronger than the one before. My strong cunt walls milk His cock of its cum. I need to feel my Master's body liquid flowing in my veins.

As He collapses to the table beside me, His lips to my ear, warm breath bathing over my hot skin the sound of His voice vibrates along my flesh, causing the many goose bumps to rise.

"So, my pet, are you happy I didn't really have to go away on business?"

Listening to the arrogant, wonderful sound of my Masters laughter as it melts my heart, whispering in a husky well sated voice.

"Your pet is very happy, Master. So very happy."

i n t e r r a c i a l






I am one of the lucky ones, lucky enough to have won the lottery and at 18 it was just perfect timing for me as I'd finished school and didn't really know what I wanted to do. This just gave me more time and opened up more options to decide as to what I wanted to do with myself. I knew one thing that I wanted to do though, and that was have fun no matter how it presented itself.

That was 6 months ago and I'd had a good summer of jetting around the world and taking my friends on holiday, enjoying the pleasures that the freedom created by money can bring and the privileges it can also bring. But now the summer had ended and we were all going our separate ways, my friends off to work or university and me

.....

Well....... I'm still not sure what to do. I did however find time to buy

myself a big house and one for my mum (don't ask about my father) and one each for my 2 brothers and a few other things that I'd always wanted.



I was relaxing on my veranda wearing a simple vest top and jogging bottoms with my laptop on my lap as the old gardener was mowing my lawn on a ride on lawnmower. I clicked onto A social networking website and was just browsing when an advert at the side of the screen caught my eye: "You've tried this now meet someone local to Bleep."

"Now there's tempting." I said to myself licking my lips and clicking on the link, the page reloaded with some very scantily clad men and women and a title stating: "Find local people in your area to Bleep."

I began browsing through a few of the adverts and to my surprise I found myself becoming excited about possibly meeting a stranger and just having some sexy fun with none of the baggage and strings attached plus some of the guys on the site were HOT. "Well then, best I sign up and start having some fun."



Being only 18 I was still relatively new to the world and enjoyment of sex. I knew I loved sex, I couldn't get enough of it the few times I'd done it but I felt as though over the past 6 months it had been missing from my life. There was so much I wanted to try and to experience but when hanging around with friends you kind of have to tame that side of yourself a little, but now I had all the time in the world and it was time to unleash myself.

I'd recently found myself watching interracial porn in the internet, watching as big black cocks pushed their way into tight white pussy's and how good a white woman looked as she sucked on a black cock. I know it was "acting" but there are things in a woman's face and expression that can't be hidden, and there was a lot of genuine enjoyment and fun being had. It was fast becoming something I wanted to try for myself and now seemed like the perfect opportunity.

I couldn't stop looking at this one porn actor called Lex Steele, he just has the best looking big black cock I've ever seen. So long, so straight, so fat and I was becoming envious of the girls that got to enjoy a black cock like that. The way he controlled himself masterfully, dominating the woman he was with, they'd be worshipping him and his cock. Allowing him to do as he pleased with their body. That made my mind up, I needed to find my very own Lex Steele!

The first thing I had to do on the meeting website, apart from let £20 be taken from my account for the privilege of having a profile, was to choose a profile name. I always found it troublesome to choose a nickname for anything and this was no different, after a little deliberation I went for: Young and wanting cum. Next it was onto the

"About me/Describe yourself" section, "Right then, time to try and sell myself a little bit."

Hey, thanks for taking the time to read this. I'm 18, long blonde hair, dark brown eyes, 5'6" tall, slim and tanned, with enhanced 34DD's that are aching to be played with. Sensitive nipples which enjoy a good licking and a nibble. A peachy bum, perfect for grabbing and squeezing, and round the front.....well..... I'll let you find that out.

"That should do the trick I suppose." I said clicking "next" and looking up and watched as the gardener was locking up the barn he keeps the lawn mower in, he was done for the day and I was about to be left alone. I gave him a friendly wave and he returned it with a smile and a wave and got into his old red golf and drove off down the drive, the gates at the end of the driveway closing behind him with a little clang. "Right then, back to business."

It was onto the next section: What are you looking for:

I'm young and relatively inexperienced and I want to experience A LOT more, mainly a big black cock. I'm keen and eager and will give anything a go at least once and if I like it, I'll come back for more. I keep myself tidy down there and I expect the same! Discretion is assured and expected and generally I can accommodate unless you have other ideas, like I said: I'm easy! Give me a try!

I clicked next and the page refreshed and came up with the pictures section, I needed at least 4 pictures to complete my profile and make it go "live". I walked into my bedroom and rummaged around in my bottom dresser drawer and found my 20MP Sony Cyber shot digital camera. "Well 4 pictures then huh."

I was wearing a vest top and took a picture looking down, and then a few cleavage shots in just my blue bra. Then without my bra on and my arm across my boobs, pushing them together and hiding my nipples, making my big 34DD's look big and round and hopefully appetizing.


I slid my jogging bottoms down and twisted round and took a few pics of my bum with my thong separating my cheeks and the final one I took was of my thong around my ankles. I thought it might be classed as artistic and then a full length frontal shot in the mirror, taking care not to get my head in the picture.



I connected my camera to my laptop and uploaded the pictures to it, I then selected 9 pictures and uploaded them up to my profile. It took about a minute for the all the pictures to upload and I was greeted with a successful and congratulatory message: I was a member! Now it was time to start searching for real and see if anyone found me.

10 minutes later I had sent 4 messages to 4 different guys who I liked the look of and I was just about to log off when I noticed I'd received a message myself, I clicked on the menu button and it took me to a message I'd been sent by a user called: BigNBlack.

My heart rate began quickening just as I read the message from him, it was a naughty message and it was ticking all the right boxes for me and then there was a picture of him and his cock. Well, I nearly fell over, he was a good looking guy and his cock was BIG.

I quickly checked his profile out, he was 35 and only a few miles away from me and had met a few people from the site already with good feedback from them all. I replied to him and at the bottom of the message I left my phone number, I hovered over the send button for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and pressing send.




I didn't have to wait long before my phone started to vibrate and ring, it was a number I didn't recognize, my heart rate quickened again and I paused and pressed ok. "Hello?" I said

"Hey, it's BigNBlack, you just sent me a message." A deep voice replied.

"Hey, thanks for calling back so quick," I replied trying to sound composed, a finger twiddling a loop of my blonde hair as I began to idly walk around the room as we chatted, until I finally plucked up enough courage and invited him to mine. "By the way, my name is Tracy. And erm......when do you think you can get here?"

"Hey Tracy, I'm Dez and I'm leaving right now. I'll see you in 10 minutes."

"Beep your horn when you're outside and I'll open the gates."

"Oh....ok then." And with that he hung up.

My heart was really racing now, "Right, best I go and put something sexy and girly on for him as he wanted." I pulled open a drawer and pretty much immediately settled on my bright pink push up bra and matching thong.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and threw them into the corner of the room and slipped my arms through the loops of my bra and reached behind me to fasten it up. I looked in the mirror and adjusted my boobs so they looked full, round and inviting in my pink bra, I then stepped into my pink thong and pulled it up and got it comfy.

Thinking I needed something else I went back to my lingerie drawer and had another look and found a set of matching pink fishnet stockings "Perfect." I said sitting on the edge of my bed and rolling them up my smooth lightly tanned, toned legs. After a final check in the mirror and tying my blonde hair back into a pony tail I went downstairs to the kitchen.



I found a bottle of Rose in my fridge opened it and filled a glass up and quickly drunk some of it to give myself some Dutch courage, I

filled the glass again and calmly sipped at it this time. I could feel my excitement building inside of me, my heart beat was up and my senses on full alert just waiting for the beep of a horn.

And then there it was, I jumped up and pressed the button to open the gates, I looked out the small square window to the side of the front door and watched as an old dark blue Mondeo came edging up the driveway and stopped a few feet away from the front door.



I went to the front door took a very deep breath and opened it as Dez closed the door of his car and started towards me. "Bleep!" He said looking at me.

"Have I done ok for you?" I asked, leaning back against the frame of the door, one leg slightly bent and tucked up under me.

"I'd say." He replied almost bounding up the 3 steps to me, his black arm slipped easily around my back and onto my bum and squeezed me tight against him, my head arching up as his came down to meet mine.

His warm lips touching mine, his minty tasting tongue parting my lips and entering my mouth. His hands felt as though they were all over my body, squeezing, rubbing, touching, and caressing every inch of me as he held me against his firm body still as we stood in the doorway.



Dez wasn't hanging about and had already released my 34DD's and slipped my bra off my arms and onto the floor, his other hand came up and started pinching and rolling a nipple between his finger and thumb. A gentle moan escaped my lips as I thrust my chest up into his face, his tongue and lips clamping on my now hard nipples, he flicked them with his tongue and sucked on them hard.

Still in the doorway to my house a gentle warm breeze blowing over

my bare skin, my hand went down to his crotch and felt a monster of a black cock straining at the seams of his jeans trying to escape. I stood in front of him and carefully and slightly nervously unhitched his belt buckle and let it clang noisily to the side as I popped the buttons of his jeans before I pulled them to the floor.

He kicked off his Adidas trainers and stepped neatly out of his jeans, I was kneeling in front of him now and his cock was only an inch away from my face and it was pulling the soft white material of his boxers tight.

I pulled them down and marvelled at the size of his cock, the pictures he'd sent through didn't do it justice, it was at least 11" long and straight as an arrow and pointing straight at me, he'd shaved himself bare down there which added to effect. I took his cock in one hand and then the other and looked up at him and opened my mouth.



Slowly, ever so slowly I edged my open mouth towards the meatiness of his cock, my lips closed softly around his helmet and gave it a gentle suck before pulling away and doing the same again. "You little tease!" He said with a smile on his lips and his hands on his hips as he watched me slowly edge further down his cock with the gentlest of touches.

I wanted nothing more than to gobble his cock hungrily but I wanted to savour my first taste of black cock. I slid a hand down to his balls and gave them a cup, they were big and heavy and I licked down his long black shaft to his balls and sucked on them as I gently stroked his cock.

I could feel my pussy was soaking wet at just sucking his cock, who knows what I would be like when I finally got it inside me. Not yet though, that would wait. I knelt up and pushed my big boobs around his cock and rocked up and down, his cock pushing up through my boobs and onto my willing tongue.

I could taste his salty precum and knew I was doing well. I took his cock back into my mouth, deeper and faster this time, my hands twisting round his thick shaft as I sucked on it well.


I stood up kissing my way up his toned body and turned around and put one hand on the open doorway and reached back and took his cock and put it between my legs and rubbed it against my thong clad pussy, he didn't need asking twice!

He pulled my tiny pink thong down and bent over kissing each bum cheek as he did. Dez then slid a hand up the inside of my thigh all the way up to my pussy, his fingers nudging at my wet opening, spreading it open. I felt his cock edging towards it and I stood with my legs further apart, I looked over my shoulder to see him slowly wanking his cock, one hand on my bum as the other started to guide his cock to my opening.

I felt his big black cock nudging at my pussy and I took a deep breath, he edged forward and I felt the head of his cock push in and then pull back out again. Then he pushed a little further in and pulled it back out again, and then further in.

My juices leaving a white tide mark on his cock, it felt as though it was filling me until he was balls deep inside me. He held me there as I felt his cock throbbing inside me, it was enough to tip me over the edge and without moving I came all over his cock, my moans and screams escaping out through my open front door, my back arching as my body pulsed, speared by his big black cock.



"And that's before I Bleep you!" He said with a smile in his voice, he placed both hands on my hips and began to Bleep me. Pushing his 11" deep inside of me and then back out, my pussy holding on to it, trying to milk it. His big heavy balls slapping into me, my bum slapping back into him as I pushed back, my boobs shaking back and forth.


"Oh Bleep! OH Bleep! OH FUUUUUCK!" I began as I felt another orgasm building in me, this spurred Dez on and he began pounding into me faster and harder. My eyes closed, I bit my lip, I stopped breathing, I tensed up, my nails dug into the wood work, I pinched a nipple and then I let it go. I bucked, writhed, wriggled, screamed and moaned as the intensity of my orgasm pulsed through my body. Even the neighbours might have heard that one.



"Oh jeez." I managed to say as my legs shook beneath me.

"After an orgasm like that it's only fair I cum on your face!" Dez said pulling his sticky, glistening, juice covered cock out of my pulsing pussy.

I wasn't going to say no! I turned and sunk to my knees in front of him and took his cock eagerly in my mouth this time, tasting my juices on his cock. I sucked it deep and hard, playing with his balls as I did, the other hand twisting up and down his long shaft as it followed my mouth up and down, my tongue looping round his helmet.

He let out a few moans of pleasure and then I felt his balls tighten, and tasted some more pre cum. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot a long thick jet of spunk right up my face leading from my nose across my forehead into my hair, another jet splattered across the side of my face.

Another blasted into my mouth and I swallowed it down, another jet shot out and landed on my chin. Another on my forehead again, I knelt up and took some more in my mouth, he just wouldn't stop cumming.

He splattered my chin, my neck and down onto my boobs, I was absolutely covered in his hot spunk. He shook the last few drops into my open mouth and then began scooping his cum up using his cock

and pushing it into my mouth and I cleaned it off for him and swallowed it all down.


I looked up at him with his cum running off my face and gave a smile and laugh, all I could say was "Wow!"

Dez winked at me and smiled "Don't worry I'll be coming back for more, I've got to dash now though." And with that he pulled up his boxers and jeans and left me kneeling at my front door, exhausted and covered in a lot of cum.

I watched him drive down the driveway, the gates opening for him as he approached them. The gates started to close and then began to open again as my mum's silver Mercedes nudged into view "OH Bleep!" I said my eyes wide as I jumped up slamming the front door shut and running up to my bathroom for a very quick a thorough shower, but with some happy and naughty thoughts in my mind.

"A married deputy DA with two kids?"

She slapped at my arm. "No, silly, just a nice guy. A guy who knows how to listen." She downed the rest of her drink. "One more?" she asked.

"Okay," I told her, taking her glass. "But that's it. You drink any more after that and you'll be smashed. I don't really want to explain to your parents how you got smashed at my house."

"One more," she agreed. "And I promise I won't rat you out."

I made her a fresh drink and, even though my own was still half full, I refreshed it as well. When I sat down on the couch I saw that Courtney had turned towards me a little more, which served to open up the view of the hem of her shorts again. It was even higher than it had been before, not quite high enough to get a peak at her panties, but up there. The crotch had also pulled tight, outlining the swelling of her mons and giving more than a hint of the split that lie just beneath. I had to tear my eyes away from this sight to keep from springing an erection.

"Thank you," Courtney said as she took her latest drink. "These really are good."

"I'm glad you like them," I said.

She took a thoughtful sip and then slapped at my arm again. "Did you know that I used to have the biggest crush on you?" she asked.

Actually, I did know that. When we'd first employed her as a babysitter—back when she'd been a tomboyish fifteen year old—her puppy love for me had been obvious. But I played dumb. "No," I told her. "I didn't know that."

"It's true," she said whimsically. "I used to dream that I was married to you, that you would take me to my prom dates, that you'd pick me up from school and drive me home." She shook her head. "Silly little girl dreams, I know."

"I'm very flattered," I said. "I trust you're over that now?"

She gave me a saucy look. "Maybe," she said.


Now it was my turn to flush. For the first time the inappropriateness of what was going on here tried to worm its way into my brain. I opened my mouth to tell her that maybe I should go get my checkbook and pay her so she could go home. But before I could do that, she blindsided me.

"Did you ever feel that way about me?" she asked.

Now it was my eyes that were having difficulty meeting hers.

"Uh... well..." I stammered, unsure what to say.

"It's okay," she said, a slight frown touching her face. "You don't have to answer. I'm just a fat little girl. Someone like you would never be interested in me. Forget I asked."

"You're not fat, Courtney," I told her. "Not even a little."

"You don't have to make me feel better," she said. "I mean, look at me. They're never going to ask me to model bras in the newspaper."

"Maybe not, but those models are all emaciated freaks. You're a very beautiful young woman."

"You're just saying that," she said.

"Not at all," I assured her. "You're very cute, very nicely proportioned, and, if you don't mind my saying so, I think you're sexy as hell."

"Really?" she asked, beaming, scooting just a tad closer. In the process, her shorts rode up just a little bit more, finally exposing a hint of the panties beneath. My eyes dropped involuntarily down, seeing that they were pale pink in color.

"Really," I said, swallowing nervously and putting my eyes back on her face. "If I were your age and single, you'd had to fight me off."

She smiled. "You're sweet," she said. "And I wouldn't fight you very hard, either."

"That's uh... good to know," I mumbled, stealing another quick peak of her exposed panties. I just couldn't help myself.

"So... so... are you saying you have thought of me that way?" she asked me.

"Yes, Courtney," I admitted. "I have thought of you that way."

She let her legs fall apart just a little more, widening the view of her panties. I could now see a stretch more than half an inch wide, more than three inches long, including the elastic portion along the edge. The combination of the conversation we were engaged in and my fleeting views between her legs caused my cock to begin the normal biological reaction.

"Are you thinking of me that way right now?" she asked softly.

"I'm uh... going to have to take the fifth on that one," I replied.

She swallowed a little more of her drink. "You are, aren't you?"

she asked, leaning a little closer. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Uh... sure."

She gave a nervous giggle. "The first time I ever... you know... had an orgasm, I was thinking of you."

I quite literally didn't know what to say to this. My mouth dropped open as a surge of adrenaline went shooting through me and the rational part of my mind tried to activate the warning system that things were getting out of hand here.


"I shocked you," Courtney said, seeming far from upset by this. "I'm sorry. The booze is making me say things I shouldn't."

"That's uh... okay. Once again, I'm uh... flattered, but..."

"I'll never forget it," she said, before I could finish.

"You won't?"

"No," she said. "I was lying in my bed and I started... you know...

playing with myself. I'd done that before, of course, but never to...
you know... completion. But I was really Hot that night, the horniest
I'd ever been before."

"Really?" I said, knowing I should make her stop but unable. The vision of her lying in bed and playing with herself was powerfully erotic.

"Uh huh," she confirmed. "And that was when my crush on you was the strongest. God I was so hot for you. I would've done anything for you. So there I was, my hand in my panties, my fingers going crazy, and it started to feel better and better. And then I started imagining it was your hand down there.

And then I started to imagine you were kissing me and touching my boobs. I got hotter and hotter and really really wet. And then I imagined you... you know... taking out your... your thing and putting it inside of me." She shook her head and sighed. "That did it. I exploded right there on my bed. I moaned so loud my mom asked me if I was all right."

My cock was now a solid ramrod in my pants. I had had many women talk nasty to me over the years—on the phone, in person, in text messages, in email—but never had mere talk aroused me as much as what Courtney had just said. It wasn't so much her words, it was the matter-of-fact, almost naïve way she'd told the story, the way

she blushed as the words came out of her mouth, the way her eyes sparkled with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

Her eyes dropped down to the crotch of my pants where a prominent and obvious bulge had formed. "That turned you on, didn't it?" she asked, not with teasing, but with something like awe.

"Yeah," I had to answer. "Very much."

"Wow," she whispered. "It turned me on too. It always turns me on to think about that."

End this conversation right now! a part of my mind screamed at me. This is leading nowhere good. I didn't listen. Perhaps I would have if not for the fact that it had been almost four weeks since Cathy and I had last had sex, that it had more than a week since I'd even whacked off.

I had a major back-up of testosterone going on and sitting before me was an attractive young girl telling me that she had masturbated to my image, that my image had in fact been responsible for giving her her very first orgasm. And her legs had come a little farther apart as well, showing more of her pink panties to me, more of her smooth inner thigh.

"I still think of you when I play with myself," Courtney told me, pounding a few more nails in the coffin.

"Do you?" I asked her.

"Yes," she whispered. "God, Steve, I'm so wet right now."

Courtney, you really need to leave. I meant to say that. I opened my mouth to say that, I swear before all that is holy and sacred. But that's not what came out of my mouth. "Are you?" I asked instead.

She nodded. "Very," she said, her hand dropping down to her upper thigh. "Would you think I was sick if I..." She took a deep breath. "If I were to... touch myself right now?"

I nearly choked. "You mean... right here?" I asked.

"I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't," she said, her fingers creeping a little further up her thigh.

"Courtney," I said, my voice shaky, my hands trembling, "this is a really bad idea."

"Please?" she pleaded, her fingers now touching the elastic edge of the panties, one fingertip stroking along it, one manicured nail scratching on it. "I'd really love to look at you while I play with myself, Steve. To see your face as I make myself come."

My tremors grew worse, my eyes now unabashedly staring between her legs.

"You could do it too," she said. "We could watch each other. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

There was, of course, a whole lot wrong with that, but her logic combined with the alcohol and my horniness refused to allow my brain to acknowledge that. She was offering to show her pussy to me! To play with it in front of me! To allow me to play with my cock while I watched her do this! And it wasn't really cheating. Not in the strict and legal sense of the word. It was just visual stimulation. Nothing more, really, than looking at a pornographic video, right? "No," I said. "I guess there really isn't."

She smiled nervously and licked her lips. Her left hand came down and slid into the edge of her panties. Slowly, she pulled them to the side, dragging the crotch of her shorts there with them, revealing her bare pussy to my gaze. It was beautiful, exquisite, everything an eighteen-year-old pussy should be. The area

surrounding the lips was shaved smooth. The lips themselves were pink and slightly swollen, glistening with moisture.

"This is so hot," she whispered as she leaned back into the corner of the couch and spread her legs a little wider. While her left hand continued to hold her shorts and panties to the side, her right began to play, the fingers sliding up and down between her lips, delving a few millimeters between them.

"Jesus," I whispered, enthralled, my cock now begging for release.

"Take it out," Courtney told me, begged me. "I want to watch you do it too."

I reached down, opening my belt and unbuttoning my pants, doing it entirely by feel, not moving my eyes from her pussy for even a second. I unzipped and then raised my hips up a little. Doubt tried to push its way into my brain again—you're not really going to take your cock out in front of Courtney, are you?—but I pushed it right back. This was just visual stimulation. Nothing wrong with it. It wasn't like I was going to Bleep her or anything.

I pushed my pants and underwear down to mid-thigh, allowing my rigid cock to spring out. Courtney's eyes locked onto it as it hit the air. Her breathing took on a heavier tone and her fingers began to move faster in her slit, to slide further inside of her body between strokes.

"Play with it, Steve," she told me. "I've never seen a guy do that. Play with it."

I started playing with it, taking myself in hand as I'd done a thousand times before. I slid my hand slowly up and down, knowing that if I went after myself aggressively I wouldn't last thirty seconds. Through it all I kept my eyes glued to Courtney, drinking in the sight of her masturbating for me, watching as her lips grew wetter and

more swollen, as her clit popped out of its hood, begging for attention of its own.

"Oh... Steve," she moaned. "This is so hot, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I breathed, my strokes going a little faster now as she started playing with her clit.

"Do you like my pussy?" she asked. "I just shaved it this morning."

"Yes," I said. "It's beautiful."

"Mmmm," she moaned, flicking at her clit a little more. "Ohhhh, oh, Steve. Your cock is so nice. So big and hard. Will you put it in me?"

I swallowed nervously. Hadn't I known she would ask that at some point? I tried to maintain my willpower. "I can't, Courtney. Let's just keep doing what we're doing, okay?"

"Oh please, Steve," she moaned. "Just for a second? I've never had one inside me without a rubber on it. I just want to know how it feels to go unprotected."

"Courtney..."

"Please," she begged. "Just put it in once and then you can take it out. Just let me feel what it's like?" She stopped diddling herself and spread her lips open instead. "Just once?"

I found myself standing up. My pants and underwear fell down around my ankles. It wouldn't really hurt to put it in her just once, would it? I mean, the poor girl just wanted to experience the unprotected sensation. You couldn't blame her for that, could you? And it wasn't really cheating if I just put it in and pulled it back out. Not really. It was more like an education thing, right?


"Just once," I told her. "Just once."

"Yesss," she moaned. "Just once."

Her legs opened wider as I stepped forward. I put my knees on the couch between them and leaned forward. Her left hand stayed in her crotch, continuing to hold her shorts and panties to the side. Her right hand came up to my face and stroked it. I leaned forward, supporting myself with my right arm by putting it behind her head. With my left, I took my cock in hand and aimed it between her wet, slippery lips. The head made contact and I slid it up and down a few times, prepping it for its one (and only one) trip into Courtney's body.

"Do it," Courtney panted, her hand sliding down onto my neck. "Put it in. Let me feel it."

I pushed forward with my hips. My cock met a little bit of friction for the barest of seconds and then slid slowly and smoothly inside of her. She was hot and wet and tight. We both moaned as I bottomed out, as my balls came to rest against her ass.

"That feels soooo good," Courtney said in my ear.

"Yesss," I whispered, just sitting there, unwilling to pull it out just yet.

"Just a couple of strokes in me?" she asked. "Just for a few seconds?"

I didn't even bother trying to rationalize this one. I just nodded and allowed my hips to start moving. I gave her a grind and then pulled back until my cock was just about free of her. I slid back in, bottoming out once more and giving another, longer grind. Courtney moaned loudly in obvious approval so I did it again. And then again. And then I did it even more, starting to move a little faster within her, to push a little harder against her.


"Lay on top of me, Steve," she said. "Lay on me while you Bleep me."

I leaned forward, allowing my chest to press against hers, feeling the softness of her breasts beneath her shirt. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I kissed her back enthusiastically, swirling my tongue with hers, sucking on it. She tasted strongly of apples.

We kissed and rutted against each other. I could feel her juices wetting my balls now, could smell the sexy aroma of her musk permeating the air around us. Her free hand slid down to my ass and began to stroke it, to squeeze it. My free hand slid under her shirt, worming its way upward, probing beneath her bra, until I was cupping her bare tit.

Courtney broke the kiss. She was panting like a dog, sweat breaking out on her flushed face. "You're gonna make me... make me... I'm gonna come, Steve! Don't stop. Don't stop!"

I didn't stop. In fact, I began to Bleep her harder, almost slamming her with each stroke, angling my hips upward in order to stimulate her clitoral nerves. Her hips began to rise and fall against me in response. Our mouths came back together and we kissed hotly, wetly, obscenely as her orgasm overtook her, as her body shook and shuddered against mine.

It took her almost a minute to work her way through the spasms. As it faded she broke the kiss and locked eyes with me. "Come in me," she whispered. "Come in my pussy, Steve. No one has ever been able to do that before. I want to feel it. I want to know what its like."

"Yes," I said. "Oh yes."

"Ohhh, do it," she moaned. "Give it to me!"


I gave it to her. It was a simple matter of moving my thrusts into overdrive, of squeezing her tit a little harder, of kissing her sweet mouth and sucking her tongue. The pressure built upward and the waves of pleasure began to spread. She felt the tightness of my body and began to moan against me, saying, "Do it, do it, do it" between kisses.

The peak built up rapidly but with a power I'd not felt in years. I began to shake and shudder. My breath tore in and out of my lungs. Courtney stuck her tongue as far down my throat as she could, her pelvis thrust back at me, matching my erratic strokes. And then the peak arrived and I exploded, blasting the inside of her body with solid jets of hot come.

"Yesssss!" Courtney screamed out, the sensation apparently sending her into another orgasm of her own. "Yes, yes, yessssssss!"

And finally, it was over. I collapsed atop her, my wilting cock still buried within her body. She removed her hand from between her legs so she could put both of them around my back and pull me tighter against her. We shared another long, luxuriant kiss, this one sexy and sweet instead of lustful.

When the kiss broke at last we looked at each other, both of us unsure what to say, what to do next.

"That was incredible," Courtney finally whispered. "I never knew it could be like that. So... so... hot and sexy."

"Yes," I said, feeling guilt and doubt wanting to work its way into my consciousness but keeping them barred for the moment. "That was extremely erotic, Courtney. You are very sexy."

She smiled, leaning up to give me an almost chaste kiss. "Thank you," she said.

We lay like that for quite some time, not talking, not thinking, just holding each other and sharing the occasional kiss. We knew that when we let each other go, the time for thinking would begin. And that would lead to the time for talking about what had just happened. I think both of us wanted to delay that moment as long as we could. Neither one of us were ready to wonder about what would happen tomorrow.

"I'll write you a check in just a second," I told her. "But first, I really need to pour myself a little something. It's been... you know... one of those days."

She let out a little laugh, a sharp, cynical laugh. "Oh yes," she said. "I know."

"You too, huh?"

"You have no idea," she said.

I left it at that and walked over to the wet bar in the corner of the family room. I took off my suit jacket, draping it over one of the bar stools and then took off my tie, draping it over the suit jacket. I unbuttoned the top button on my dress shirt and then took down a bottle of imported Russian vodka and a martini shaker. I poured a triple shot of the vodka in, added some ice and some vermouth, and

then began shaking. As I was straining my concoction it into a martini glass Courtney walked over to watch.

"Breaking out the big guns tonight, huh?" she asked.

"You know it," I replied, opening the small refrigerator and pulling out a jar of green olives. I used my finger to swipe one out and dropped it into my drink.

"So... that's like a martini?" she asked.

"Well, a purist would say that a true martini contains gin instead of vodka, but basically, yes."

She chewed her lip nervously for a second. "Do you think that... you know... maybe I could have one too?"

I looked at her pointedly. "You just turned eighteen, right?"

"Two months ago," she said. "It's not like I haven't drank before."

I sighed. "And if I do make you a martini," I said, "you're not going to be coming over here every day asking me to buy booze for you, are you?"

"No," she said. "I wouldn't do that."

"And you're not going to go home and tell your parents that Steve, the respected deputy district attorney with the ninety-seven percent conviction and/or plea rate got you drunk?"

That got a little giggle out of her. "No," she said. "I swear."

I shrugged, knowing that I was treading on slightly dangerous ground here, but figuring, what the hell? At the very least I might get another look up her shorts. Maybe I'd even get to see what color panties she was wearing. "Okay," I told her. "You talked me into it.

But why don't you taste mine first before I make you one. I have a feeling you might not like it too much."

She picked up my glass, smelled it, and then took a drink. Her face contorted instantly into a grimace of disgust. "Ewww," she said, breathing through her mouth to try to flush the aftertaste. "That tastes like gasoline."

"I warned you," I told her, amused. "Martinis, like fine wines, are an acquired taste." I reached down into the bar and pulled out a bottle of apple schnapps. "Let me make you something that's probably a little more to your taste."

"Please," she said.

I poured a double shot of the vodka into the shaker, added a shot of the apple schnapps, and then put in some more ice. I shook it and then strained it into a martini glass for her. The resulting mixture was a pale emerald color. I handed it over to her. "Try this," I said.

"What is it?" she asked, giving another careful sniff.

"An apple martini, also known as an appletini, although no self-respecting male would ever be heard saying that term. It's supposed to have an apple slice in it for garnish but I'm fresh out of apples at the moment."

She took a small sip and her eyes lit up. "Hey, that's good," she said. She took a bigger drink. "It's really good."

"And it keeps the doctor away," I said. "Shall we go grab a seat?"

"Sure," she said, seeming to cheer up the smallest bit.

She turned and walked back to the couch. As she did so I had opportunity to get a good look at her ass. Her cotton shorts were of the kind that had a word printed across the butt. That word was:

ANGEL. Protruding from the bottom of her angel shorts, the barest beginning of the swelling of her buttocks was plainly visible. "Wow," I mumbled to myself, as I watched said buttocks rise and fall with her movements. I wondered how angelic she really was and then cursed myself for having such a thought.

We sat on the sectional couch, her on one side, me around the L from her, about four feet separating us. She took another drink of her appletini, a much larger one this time.

"I think I found myself a new drink," she announced.

"Just be careful with them," I warned. "They pack quite a punch."

She giggled. "That's just what I look for in a drink."

We talked of easy things as we sat there: her part-time job at the local pet store, her plans to go to college "some day" after she secured a job that allowed her to move out of her parent's home, the "overprotective" nature of her parents. Gradually, as the drinks went into our stomachs, the awkwardness as a result of the condom wrapper discussion faded away, allowing its emergence as a topic.

"I'm so embarrassed, Steve," she told me. "About everything. You finding the wrapper, having Carl in your house, trying to lie to you about it." She shook her head in disgust at herself. "Will you ever trust me again?"

"I trusted you today, didn't I?" I asked.

"Well... yeah, but you still must've been wondering and worrying the whole time about me having him over again." She hefted her now-empty glass. "Can I have another one?"

My own glass was empty by this point and I could already feel the warmth in my empty stomach, the swimming in my head, as the triple shot coursed through my system. My better judgment, which

was usually quite sound, had taken a hit as well since serving her another drink didn't seem like a bad idea at all. "Sure," I told her, standing up and grabbing both glasses. "Another round, coming up." I began to mix up a couple of fresh ones. "Anyway," I told her as I poured free hand instead of measuring, "I was pretty confident that you wouldn't have your boyfriend over tonight."

"Were you?"

"Uh huh," I said. "Mostly because you're a good kid and I know you wouldn't blatantly defy me."

"That's true."

"But also because there wouldn't have been too much time for you to do anything. I mean, the kids go to bed at nine and I told you I could be home as early as 9:30. That doesn't leave a lot of time for indiscretions on the couch, does it?"

She laughed. "With Carl it does," she said. "He could've gone twice and still had time to smoke a cigarette between rounds."

I looked over at her and saw that she was blushing again. "Oh really?" I said.

"Oh my God," she said. "I can't believe I said that out loud. Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for," I assured her, amused. I finished up her drink and strained it into her glass. I then quickly constructed a new drink for myself. When they were done, I carried both back to the couch. "Here you go, my lady," I said, handing her hers.

"Thanks," she said, still blushing. She immediately took a large drink of it.

"Anyway," I said, resuming my seat. "I wouldn't be too hard on Carl if I were you. He's still young. What is he, nineteen?"

"Twenty," she said.

I nodded. "Twenty year old guys don't really know how to... uh... you know... control themselves too well yet. Sex is something that takes a long time to perfect."

"So it does get better?" she asked.

"Well... it depends on the guy of course. I mean, some guys never learn how to do it right. But, for the most part, the older and more experienced a guy is, the better he will be at making love."

"Hmmm," she said thoughtfully, a slight gleam returning to her eyes, a gleam that seemed to be directed at me this time. "Very interesting."

Now it was me who was embarrassed as it occurred to me that she might've taken my words of advice the wrong way. "In any case," I said, "I was reasonably sure you wouldn't try to bring anyone over tonight and that you won't do it in the future."

"I won't," she said. "Besides, I'm not sure that Carl and I are going to be going out too much anymore."

"Oh?"

She took another large drink of her appletini. "We had a big fight tonight... on the phone that is."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said.

She shrugged. "It ain't no big. I mean, it wasn't really working out

with him anyway. The only reason he wanted to be with me was to...

you know... have sex with me. That's what we fought about. That's all we ever fight about."

"About sex?"

She nodded. "He... well... he was going to try to come over tonight." She cast her eyes down. "I'm sorry, but that was before I knew you knew about... you know... the last time."

"I understand," I told her. "Believe me, I'm not offended by what you did. Believe it or not, I was a teenager once too and I did it more than once in someone else's house while my girlfriend was babysitting. My concern was not about you having sex—after all, you're a big girl now—but about having people I don't know in my house. And at least I know you're using protection, right?"

She giggled a little. "That's a big part of what the fight was about,"

she said. "Those damn rubbers."

"You fought about rubbers?"

"Well, that was part of it anyway. When I told him that you knew what we had done the last time and that you made it... you know...

clear that he wasn't supposed to come over, he asked me how you'd known. So I told him that he'd left his freakin' condom wrapper in the couch."

"Which is better than leaving the actual condom in the couch, I will admit," I told her.

She laughed. "That would just be gross," she said. "Anyway, when I told him that, he blamed it all on me."

"On you? Because he left a condom wrapper in the couch? How's that?"

"Because I make him use the condoms," she said. "He told me if I'd just do it like everyone else and get on the pill or use that whole timing thing, none of this would've happened."

"He sounds like a real prince all right," I said and then blurted out something I wouldn't have had I not had a drink and a half in my system. "Why do you use the condoms anyway? Shouldn't you get on the pill if you're going to be sexually active?"

She was unoffended. "I'm not that sexually active," she said. "Carl is only the third guy I've ever done it with and he's only the second one I've done it with more than once. If I got on the pill my parents would find out about it and would think I was a total slut." She shook her head. "No, I'm not ready for that yet. Maybe when I get a real boyfriend, one who likes me for me and not just so he can screw me, maybe then I'll think about getting on the pill, but I don't think that's gonna be happening anytime soon."

"No?"

"No," she fumed. "I'm starting to think that maybe the lesbians have it right. Guys are a bunch of assholes—excuse my language."

"You're excused," I said. "And you're right. A lot of us are assholes... present company excepted."

Another laugh. "No, you're not an asshole at all. In fact, you're very sweet. When I finally find the right guy, I think he's gonna be someone just like you."

So it is not surprising that as I walked in my front door at 9:25, my brain was fixated on one thing and one thing only. I needed a drink.

Courtney was sitting on the couch when I came in, watching music videos on my plasma television. Thoughts of a drink were temporarily shoved to the side as I got a look at her. She was dressed in a pair of tight cotton shorts and a midriff baring tee shirt. Her stomach was smooth and unlined, with a gold stud threaded through her belly button.

Her shoes had been kicked off, leaving her feet bare, and she was sitting Indian style, a position that allowed her shorts to creep upwards, revealing an enticing amount of upper thigh.

God, she's cute, I thought, feeling a wave of lust sweep over me as I took in her form. This was certainly not the first time I'd had such a feeling about her. On the contrary, I'd always enjoyed looking at her, particularly in the last year or so when she'd truly blossomed into a young woman.

I had never been the least bit flirtatious with her, however. Despite my marital problems I was basically an honest, decent guy. I was far from lecherous, at least in the overt sense of the word. She gave me a weak smile as the door closed behind me and I set my briefcase down.


"Kids go to bed okay?" I asked her.

She nodded. "Yeah. I read them a story and they went right to sleep at nine. They were good."

"Perfect," I said. "Thanks again for hanging out so long."

She nodded again, her face somewhat sour. It was obvious that something was wrong with her. Was it just embarrassment over having been caught fornicating on my couch? Or was there something else there? Perhaps she was mad that getting caught had ruined the chance for another encounter on this evening. Whatever it was, it really wasn't my business. I took one last look at her sexy bare legs and that even sexier expanse of upper thigh revealed by the way she was sitting and then my mind returned to the main task at hand. That drink.

"Six hours tonight, right?" I asked Courtney. She nodded.

"Well... thanks," she said, her gleam fading a little at my tone.

"You're welcome. But the reason I bring this up is because... well... after the last time you babysat for us... when we went out to dinner... uh... I found a... uh... a condom wrapper in the couch cushions."

The gleam dissolved like sugar in hot tea. Her face instantly flushed bright red. "A... a... a condom wrapper?" she stammered.

"Yeah," I said. "Trojan lubricated with reservoir tip, to be exact."

"I don't know how something like that could have happened," she blurted, her eyes looking everywhere but my face. "I mean... couldn't it be one of yours?"

"I had a vasectomy," I said. "And even before that, Cathy was on the pill. I haven't used a condom in more than ten years."

"But maybe... I mean isn't it possible that Cathy... you know..."

"Courtney, please," I said, holding up my hand. "Let's not go there. Cathy and I haven't been getting along terribly well lately, but I'm pretty sure she didn't have sex with someone on the couch and then leave the condom wrapper behind. You, on the other hand, have been dating that one boy... what's his name?"

"Carl," she said.

"And I know you told me your parents don't like him very much and won't let him come over to your house. Now none of that is any of my business and I'm not trying to make it my business, but I really have to insist that you don't allow your friends into my house, okay?"

She seemed near tears as she slowly nodded. "Okay," she said softly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," I told her. "Just promise me you won't bring people into my house anymore, okay? For any reason."

"I promise," she mumbled.

"Good," I said, giving her a smile. "Then on that note, I'll be heading out. I left the coffee on for you."

She bid me an embarrassed goodbye and a moment later I was out the door.


*****



The day went by. We picked our jury in less than two hours since I didn't bother using any of my strikes; after all, even the most moronic or pre-conceived juror would have a tough time justifying an acquittal vote in this case. Once the jury was formed, the tedium began. I went back to the office and began going over every last detail of my case, piece by piece.

I wasn't afraid of losing but I certainly didn't want to forget something vital or make a mistake that would cause me to look like an amateur. As I'd suspected, it took me until nearly nine that night to cover everything.

I drove home somewhat frazzled, tired but too keyed up to feel like getting some sleep just yet. A phone call from Cathy earlier in

the day certainly hadn't helped my state of mind much. She had called my office long distance for no other reason than to pick a fight. She'd started in about leaving the kids with "that girl" for so long, which, of course, soon worked its way into the ever popular, "if you worked for a law firm instead of the county we'd be able to afford a real nanny".

I rode the argument out. If I had hung up on her she would have called back. If I'd refused to answer she would've called my secretary and harassed her instead, embarrassing me, herself, and my poor secretary in the process. She had done it before.

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The doorbell rang at precisely 7AM, signaling the arrival of Courtney Stewart, our babysitter. Courtney lived across the street and two doors down and had been watching our kids on a semi-regular basis for the past three years, since she was fifteen.

Though Cathy and I didn't need babysitting very often, since Cathy, my wife, was a stay-at-home mom, whenever we did wish to go out for a night on the town or whenever there was a meeting or some other function that Cathy needed to attend while I was at work, Courtney was a godsend.

Since she had never really been much of the outgoing type, she was almost always available in the evenings. In addition, she was reliable, sweet, and our two kids loved her to death. We'd always considered her trustworthy as well, at least until the last babysitting episode two weeks before.

That had been when Cathy and I had tried to spend an enjoyable evening by visiting the restaurant where I'd proposed to her ten years before. But, unfortunately, we'd ended up fighting about the same old stupid things. Why was I wasting my time at the District Attorney's office instead of going into corporate law, which paid better?

Why was she spending our money like I had gone into corporate law? Round and round we'd gone, making our marital problems worse instead of better, until we'd come home thoroughly pissed at each other, me bracing to spend the night on the couch again, her trying to goad me into resuming the argument by making nasty remarks towards me in Courtney's presence. The discovery I made

in the couch cushions while making up my bed for the night only served to add icing to that particularly bitter cake.

I hadn't told Cathy about what I'd found in the couch, nor did I ever intend to. She would have simply demanded that we never allow Courtney into our house again.

Cathy, apart from being a frustrated social climber, was insanely jealous as well. She had always been somewhat cool towards Courtney, who, though she wasn't really gorgeous or anything, was cute and young, two things that threatened my wife's sense of safety more than anything.

Nor had I mentioned it to Courtney yet. We hadn't needed a babysitter since then and the discovery had occurred after she'd gone home that night. But I needed to mention it to her now, not to embarrass her or chastise her, but just to make sure that what apparently happened in my house that night would not happen again.

I opened the door and there she was on the front porch. She was eighteen years old, tall, her face cute, her body just on the border of what was considered chunky but still firmly on the right side of that particular line. She was full-figured, almost Amazonian, a body that seemed custom made for playing softball or volleyball (both of which Courtney had done in high school). Her hair was a dark, honey blonde. Currently it was pulled up in a loose ponytail. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweats and a long T-shirt. She looked sleepy.

"Hey, Steve," she greeted me, stifling a yawn. "I made it on time."

"Good morning, Courtney," I responded. I was dressed in my usual suit and tie, preparatory to heading in to the office. "Thanks for coming over so early. It really is a pain when they make me actually go to court." And this was true. As a robbery and burglary specialist, it was rare indeed that I actually had to take someone to trial.


Burglars and robbers were usually busted after being tied to multiple offenses and, when they were caught and charged, the evidence against them was usually overwhelming. Many were facing the prospect of doing some hard time, possibly even that dreaded third strike. As such, they were usually happy to take whatever plea bargain I offered.

In this particular case, however, the young man I was prosecuting had a public defender that was almost as dumb as he was. Despite video evidence of him sticking up three convenience stores and two fast food establishments, and despite being caught with the gun that had been used in his possession and with his fingerprints all over it, they had elected to plead innocent and fight it out in court.

Thus I had to go in early to prepare for jury selection, which was taking place that morning, and would have to stay late prepping for the actual trial, which would start first thing the next morning. Cathy was out of town attending a Mother's Against Drunk Driving conference in Seattle (MADD was but one of several organizations she volunteered with as a way of getting out of the house) so Courtney had agreed to come over 7 AM, get the kids off to school, and then come back that afternoon and watch them until I came home.

"What time will you be in?" she asked me. A standard question, of course, and one she certainly had a right to know, but I detected a little hint of something in her eyes.

"Hopefully by 9:30," I said. "Most certainly by ten."

She nodded, the little something beginning to look more and more like and actual gleam. "No problem," she told me. "I'll be able to get some reading done once I put them to bed."

Reading, my ass, I thought. Yes, I was definitely going to have to have this discussion with her. I took a deep breath. "Uh... Courtney?"


"Yeah?"

I wasn't quite sure how to begin. "Well... listen. You've been babysitting for us a long time now and you've always done a very good job and all and you've always been very respectful of our house."

n o n c o n s e n s u a l ( iv )

I reinforced that thought as I paced restlessly through the house until Alicia finally stumbled downstairs, still not fully awake.

"I hate that you're a morning person," she grumbled, dragging me out of the house.

My good, almost bubbly mood persisted through the day, drawing a number of surprised eyes. I guess people weren't used to seeing me talkative. Which made sense, considering that I avoided it like the plague during school.

"Leah, are you sure you're alright?" Alicia asked finally during our last period. I looked up at her over my book, startled.

"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean, after your nightmare the other night? I've never seen you have one that bad," she said, worrying her lip with her teeth. Red flashed through my mind but I shoved it down.

"I'm okay, I promise," I tried to reassure her. "I've had them that bad before." She frowned more, making me think that that probably wasn't the right thing to say there.

"Have you told your parents how bad they get?" She asked, twisting completely around in her chair so she was facing me. "It might be a good idea to, I dunno, maybe talk to someone about them."

I shrugged, turning my eyes back down to my book. It quickly disappeared from my hands, and I sighed. "It's not that big a deal Alicia. I can handle them on my own. I always have."

She frowned at me fiercely. "Damn it Leah, you shouldn't have to. You need to talk to us. Let people help you for once."

It felt weird to have her glare turned on me for the first time. The thought had always terrified me, but I found myself strangely calm. "There's nothing to talk about. I can handle this myself." She made an angry noise and slammed my book back on my desk, spinning back around in her chair.

She didn't talk to me again until we were on our way home, and only then to inform me that I'd be coming over for dinner and staying the night. When I started to protest that glare was turned back on me, and this time I didn't quite have the nerve to argue.

Thus I found myself having a very uncomfortable dinner. Every time I asked for something, Alicia would make snide remarks about how I could handle things myself. Being an intelligent man, Daniel said very little throughout the meal. As we were cleaning up, he suggested we watch a movie. Maybe something funny, with very little drama.

Alicia hurried out ahead of us, presumably to get first pick for the movie. When we finally made our way into the living room though, she was stretched completely out across the couch, and refused to budge her legs.

Leaving Daniel and I to share the chair.

The only way it would comfortably fit both of us was if I curled up in his lap. Which I wasn't exactly thrilled about doing, after what had happened over the past couple of days. I stood for a long moment beside the chair as he settled in, until he finally sighed and dragged me into his lap, pulling my favorite blanket up and around me.

Glancing over as the movie started, I saw Alicia quickly look away from us, a sly smile on her face. That little rat had planned this. I tried to glare at her but she remained very focused on the tv. Slowly

my frustration began to disappear, the movie drawing me in as Daniel's warmth melted me.

I didn't actually notice his hand move at first, relaxed as I was in his arms, up until he was very carefully undoing my shorts. My body stiffened, unsure if I was imagining things, or if he was going where I thought he was going. When his fingers began to slide slowly down into the front of my shorts, my eyes darted up to meet his.

He didn't look at me, gaze focused on the tv, but a decidedly mischievous grin split his face. I wrapped my hands around his wrist and tried to tug, but his hand didn't budge, continuing to inch down until his fingers were brushing against my pussy through my panties.

Just barely I managed to bite back a whimper as his hand cupped my pussy and stopped moving. His warmth radiated through me, and I could feel myself already starting to get wet. Once it was in place it stopped moving, seemingly content to grip me through my panties. I struggled to not squirm, to not make noise, eyes occasionally turning up to Daniel, but he never looked away from the movie.

Not even as his hand began to move again, gently stroking and squeezing, stirring the heat to life inside of me. I sunk my teeth into my lower lip to keep from whimpering, and my hips began to rock slowly against his hand, getting lost in his touch. When his hand pulled back, leaving my shorts, I slumped against him, unsure if I was relieved or unhappy about it.

And then his hand was sliding back down, this time inside of my panties. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped as his fingers touched the hot flesh between my legs for the first time. My hands curled back around his wrists, tugging hard as I shook my head back and forth fiercely against his chest. I felt more than heard his chuckle, my small hands doing nothing to impede his slow exploration.

Rough fingers slid along my outer lips, parting them and sliding through the wetness that had begun to leak out. They played along my flesh, teasing my hole, lightly brushing across my clit, as I desperately tried to stay still on his lap.

He wasn't making it easy, grinding his palm against my clit, one of his thick fingers finally seeking and pressing into my hole. My teeth sunk so hard into my lip to keep from squealing that it almost bled, as I was stretched for the first time by something other than my own fingers.

Again, once positioned, he seemed content to leave his hand where it was, not moving or applying any more pressure. It was maddening, having him inside of me without actually doing anything.

My hips started moving of their own accord, grinding almost desperately against his hand until, with another chuckle, it started moving again. As slowly as he'd done everything else so far, he began to grind his palm against my clit again, hand shifting so that his finger slid out and back in.

He stroked me inside and out, building a slow, pleasant heat in my stomach. After a while it was no longer enough. My mind had shut down and I was running on pure need. I needed his finger to move faster, harder, more, I didn't even care at this point, just anything but this maddeningly slow pace that seemed designed to drive me insane.

As if he could read my mind, or I suppose my body rather, his finger picked up the pace, moving faster and sinking deeper, at least as much as it could within the confines of my panties. I pressed my fist to my mouth, sinking my teeth into it to keep from making any noise that could draw Alicia's attention, the fact that she was sitting only feet away making my body hotter.

Another finger slid carefully inside of me and I stiffened against him, stretched more than I'd ever been before. Thankfully he didn't

immediately resume thrusting, wiggling and rubbing his fingers around inside me instead, letting me get used to the new fullness. When I began to relax against him he started to move again, and the added finger made my hips rock even harder, made my thighs tremble and squeeze together.

Right before I reached the point where I'd no longer be able to hold back my moans, we heard a yawn from the couch. His hand stilled as I glanced over, seeing Alicia stretch and sit up.

"I'm gonna head upstairs and read for a bit before bed," she said, meandering towards the stairs. "Enjoy the rest of the movie."

We stayed completely still until we heard her door shut, and then suddenly we were a flurry of movement. I was tossed onto my back on the couch and before I could react, my shorts and panties were being yanked to my knees and my legs were levered up and pressed against my chest.

"Wait, what-" I started, only to lose all power of speech as his fingers slammed back into me, thrusting mercilessly. With my legs in this position it felt so much tighter, and within moments I was riding the edge of an orgasm.

"Cum for me angel," he growled. That was all I needed to send me toppling over the edge, a ragged cry tearing from my throat as my body writhed on the couch, the pleasure almost more than I could handle. His fingers began to slow then, allowing me to slip back into my body, to relax again.

"Bleep you're beautiful." My face flushed at his compliment, and doubt began to slip in again. He'd just finger bleeped me with his daughter in the room, and I had allowed it. Well, I say allow. I'm pretty sure there was no amount of protest I could put forward that would have made him stop.

I pressed my hands to my face, as if I could blot out the memory of what we'd done. With my eyes covered, I didn't notice him moving until my shorts and panties were being yanked off my legs. I gasped and tried to sit up, to pull my legs together. He wasn't having any of that, and I was quickly spun so that my ass was on the edge of the couch, my thighs thrown over his shoulders.

"St-stop, you have to stop. Please w-we can't do thi- ahhhh." Any following thought was drowned out as his tongue swiped up the length of my slit. My head fell back with a groan, the sound echoed by his chuckle. There was another slow swipe of his tongue, and another groan. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was broader and softer than his fingers, and sent little pleasant ripples of pleasure across my skin.

His tongue dipped delicately between my lips, lapping up the fluids he found there, leftover from my orgasm. The harder and deeper he delved, the more my hips began to rock, my hands gripping the cushions on either side of my head. Oh, god, then he was stiffening his tongue, pushing it inside of me like he had his fingers, and my muscles clamped down, trying to grip it as it thrust in and out.

Without thinking, my hands found my breasts through my shirt, fingers rubbing across my hard nipples. I looked down at him to see him watching me hungrily, and then he did something that made me cry out and arch nearly off of the couch. It took a moment for me to realize that he'd captured my clit in his mouth. His tongue flicked back and forth across it quickly, sending sparks shooting up and down my body.

My whole being became centered on that one spot. I'd never felt anything like it. I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, like my body was melting. He tormented it until it became almost too intense, until I was whimpering, my hips squirming, before finally returning to licking and nibbling my inner lips, sending smaller, more manageable shockwaves across my skin.


When I started to nearly hum with pleasure, my hips rocking and grinding languidly against his face, his mouth latched back onto my clit, sucking it between his teeth. A soft pained noise escaped me, and my body arched, trying to escape his mouth, to ease the pressure on my over sensitive organ.

Instead of giving me the relief I needed, he slid two fingers back inside of me, the fit still tight despite how soaked I was. Before I was ready, he started to thrust them hard, bringing tears to my eyes. I sobbed and writhed before him, the pleasure becoming pain as the pain became pleasure.

Just when I thought I would explode, when I thought there was no farther I could climb, no more I could take, he twisted his hand and stopped thrusting, fingers aggressively making what felt like a come hither motion against my upper wall. Whatever spot he hit made fireworks explode behind my eyes, electricity racing across my skin, and I came so hard that it hurt, a scream torn from my throat.

Everything stopped very quickly, fingers and mouth removed, as a hand slapped down across my own mouth, cutting off the sound as I quivered and shook on the couch. As I slowly regained sense he moved his hand, and I caught sight of his grin.

"I think next time maybe we should gag you," he laughed, wiping my juices from his face. I glared at him weakly, though the effect of it was further weakened by the fact that I could barely move. Still chuckling, he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to my lips, his tongue tracing them, seeking entrance.

My lips parted and I tentatively touched my tongue to his. At that first contact, he groaned, a hand sinking into my hair and tilting our heads so that he could deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips, and I couldn't say that I entirely minded it.

He pulled away after a long moment, as breathless now as I was. "Bleep, angel, I think I could become addicted to you."

And just like that the spell was broken. My eyes widened and my hands flew up to push at his shoulders until he backed away. What was I doing? Where were all of my reasonable arguments? Why couldn't I keep my head when he started touching me?

I felt something fall into my lap and realized after a moment that it was my discarded shorts and panties. Without looking up at him I struggled to pull them on, my shaky limbs impeding my progress. With a sigh, he knocked my hands away and gently tugged them up into place. It was only then that I looked up at him, the gentle smile on his face making me tremble almost as much as his mouth had.

"Try not to think too much, okay?" He said, kissing my forehead before turning and lightly pushing me towards the stairs. I took a couple of deep breaths once he was out of sight, my mind still spinning and unable to concentrate. Looking forward to passing out and dealing with this in the morning, I attempted to open the door to Alicia's room.

Locked.

I stared at it in shock for a moment. Why the hell was her door locked? She knew I'd be coming to bed at some point, so why would she- Oh.

My head dropped forward onto the door as I thought about the implications behind it being locked, considering some of the conversations we'd had recently. I stood there for a long time, silently hating my best friend, until I heard Daniel come up the stairs behind me.

"Leah? What are you still doing out here?"

I turned a weak glare on him. "She locked the door."


He looked confused for a moment. "She locked the-" I knew the moment it finally sank in, because all of a sudden it seemed he was doing all he could to not bust out laughing. "She's going to be the death of me one day. Well, nothing to do about it now."

Before I could process or react to his words, I was being scooped up in his arms and carried down the hall to his room. "Hey, w-what are you doing?" I asked nervously as he dropped me onto his bed.

"My bed is infinitely more comfortable than the couch, and after everything that's happened, it seems silly for one of us to go sleep down there." He smiled pleasantly as I glowered, thinking that after everything that had happened, sleeping down there seemed like the best idea. Before I could get up to do so, he'd scooped me up again, depositing me on my back and dropping down beside me.

I tried to turn away, to roll to the other side of the bed, but his arm snaked around my waist, drawing me against him until my back was flush with his chest. A sheet was pulled up over us and a soft goodnight was whispered in my ear. Sooner than I expected, I was drifting off, the heat from his body more potent than any sleeping pill.