Stud Man

“Come to mama, baby,” Edith Richmond said softly to the incredbily hung nineteen year old college sophmore, “let mama have some of that nice big pecker!!!” Cade Barker gave his hips a little shimmy, causing his massive erections to swing gently back a forth, giving the sixty five year old cocksucker a thrill as he made he way across the room so where she was sitting!!! “Oh my, Raymond,” she said to her husband, who had by this time pulled his own pecker out of his pants and was casually fisting it as he stared in rapt fascination as his wife of forty one years wrapped her lips around Cade Barker’s rock hard penis, “he’s absolutely divine!!!” The Richmonds had for years made it a habit of finding well hung young studs to orally satisfy, but Cade Barker had by far the nicest erection either of them had ever seen, and for once, he really seemed to be enjoying the oral serivce that the two senior citizens performed so enthusiastically!!! Even though she was quite elderly, Edith Richmond was an expert cocksucker, and while she still enjoyed sucking her husband Raymond, what she really lived for was sitting in front of a handsome young man, opening up his pants, and devouring the hard young meat she’d find hidden inside!!! There was just no subsitute for hard young cock, and so, with a skill learned over forty plus years of cocksucking, Edith went to work on young Cade’s erection, and in just a matter of moments had him filling her mouth with another load of red hot cum!!!
Later that night back at his dorm room, Cade was settling down to do some studying, when all at once the door burst open and in strode his girl friend, who with her eyes blazing asked in a very accusatory voice, “So, where have you been all afternoon, and don’t tell me you were at the library, I checked!?!” “Uh, now Krissy, don’t jump to any conclusions,” he replied quickly, “I was uh, just out, that’s all, just out!!!” Oh, Cade,” she said softly, “you were out letting those old folks suck your cock again weren’t you!?!” “Well, uh, ya see, Kris,” he stammered, “it’s like this……” “I know, I know,” she replied tiredly, “but it just isn’t right, and I don’t care how much they pay you!!!” “I’m sorry, baby,” he said softly while taking her into his arms and kissing her full on the lips, “they pay me five hundred big ones, and I just can’t turn it down, and besides, you know it doesn’t mean a thing, after all, you’re the only one I really care about!!!”
It was the same arguement that they’d been having for the last three months, but no matter how mad or upset she was, when Cade took her in his big strong arms, kissed her, and then as he was doing right this instant, pushed her back down on the bed and gently removed her panties and sucked her shaved vagina, well, she just melted and forgave him like she always did!!! “Oh, Cade,” she sighed while holding his head firmly in place, I don’t know why I put up with you, you make me so darned mad!!!” Lifting his head to give her a little wink, he whispered softly, “Well maybe it’s because I love eating your pussy and I’ve also got a huge dick that’s always there when you need it!!!” “That might have something to do with it,” she chuckled, “but it still hurts when you let other people have what’s mine!!!” Cade offered another apology, and then without warning, he vigorously attacked her pussy with his tongue, which quickly wrung a crushing orgasm from her dripping snatch!!!
Later as they lay together with Krissy nestled in his arms, she asked softly, “Do you mind if I take it out, just for a little while, I just wanna hold it!?!” “Oh, I guess so,” he said good naturedly, “that is if you really want to!!!” “You know I do,” she said excitedly while struggling with his zipper, “I just love the way it gets so hard in my mouth!!!” “Now wait a minute,” he said in mock surprise, “you said you only wanted to hold it, and now here you are talkin’ about putting it into your mouth, you’re not trying to take advantage of me are you!?!” “Who me,” she replied meekly as she finally extracted the quickly growing snake from its cotton prison, “I’d never do that, in fact, just to show you what a nice girl I am, I’m not gonna put it in my mouth at all, instead I’m gonna do this,” and with cat like agility, Krissy spun her body around, and in the wink of and eye, mounted
him and let the thick pecker slowly bury itself deep inside of her gaping cunt!!!
“Y-you’re all bad,” he gasped as she bottomed out on his eight inch wonder, “did anyone ever tell you that you’re a cockhound!?!” While slowly grinding her crotch down hard over him, she moaned softly and replied in a thick tongued voice, “I’m only a hound for your cock, baby, only yours, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhm you’re so fucking huge, I just love it so much!!!” As she continued grinding away, Cade grabbed her around the waist, and in a quick motion, rolled her over onto her back while never letting his pecker slip out of her buttery cunt!!! “So, how’d you like to really get fucked,” he whispered into her ear!?!
“Oh, yessss,” she hissed, “oh yes, fuck me hard, jam me with your fucking hard pecker!!!”
Cade didn’t need another invitation, so as Krissy hung on for dear life, he began rhythmically pounding her incredibly supple vagina into absolute submission!!! “Oh, god,” she whimpered, “y-you’re so fucking huge, oh please, fuck me harder, oh god you just fill me up to the brim!!!” If there’s anything a man likes to hear, it’s a woman begging him for more, and Cade Barker was no different than the next guy, so hearing his pretty young girl friend begging like a dog for his cock, well naturally that just sent him into overdrive as he brutally pounded away into her tiny hot slit!!!
As her orgasm neared, big crocodile tears began forming in the corners of her eyes, and in a small whispered voice she asked haltingly, “Y-you’d rather fuck me than those old biddies wouldn’t you, Cade, I’d just die if you said no!?!” Cade kissed her eyes softly while not missing a beat with his cock, and in a tender tone replied, “Never, I’ve never enjoyed fucking anyone but you, they’re just a job, you’re my true lover!!!” Just hearing him speak so lovingly to her, and coupled with the incredible fullness she felt in her vagina,
Krissy’s pussy shuddered hard several times and collapsed hard around Cade’s pecker inducing both of them to brutally hard climaxes!!! “God you make me so fucking hot,” he said while nibbling on her sweet neck, “that was the best ever, I swear it was!!!” “You say that every time,” she teased while still relishing the feeling of having his softening dick inside of her!!! “But it’s true,” he replied, “you are truly a fucking wonder!!!” “Why thank you kind sir,” she said in mock thankfulness, “and so are you,” and with that they both slipped off into a deep restful sleep!!!
Cade didn’t know what time it was when he finally woke up, but when his eyes finally focused on the digital clock on the night stand he realized that is was nearly midnight, so he got up and half stumbled to the bath room to take a leak!!! He had completely forgotten that Krissy had fallen asleep with him, so when he opend the door and saw her sitting on the toilet with the lid down, he stammmered, “What’s goin’ on, Kris, I didn’t realize you were still here!?!” “Oh, nothing much,” she replied easily, “I’m just shaving, that’s all!!!” His mind still wasn’t competely in drive yet, so he said dumbly in a questioning voice, “Shaving!?!” “Uh huh,” she replied softly, “you know, my pussy, I’m shaving it nice and clean, just for you!!!” Now he was fully awake, and his eyes quickly locked on Krissy’s incredibly beautiful pussy that was totally lather up with shaving cream!!! “Do you know what,” she asked coyly!?! “No,” he croaked, “tell me what!?!”
“Wellllll,” she answered softly, “it’s just that when ever I shave my pussy I almost always have a really hard orgasm, isn’t that neat!?!” “Oh jesus,” he panted while watching her carefully maneuver the twin bladed razor around her most intimate of parts, “y-you’re just doing this to drive me crazy, aren’t you!?!” “What ever do you mean, Cade,” she said with false incredulation, “do you really think that I’d do something so underhanded, ohhhhhhh my, that feels so good!?!”
Cade’s pecker was now standing at full attention, but playing her part to the end, Krissy completely ignored it while she continued softly moaning and shaving at the same time!!!
“A-are you just about finished,” he asked hopefully!?! “Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied sweetly, “do you need to use the toilet!?!” “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he gasped while watching her lips come into full view as the last of the soap disappeared for her bulging cunt!!! “Well, I’m not a mind reader, Cade Barker,” she said in false admonition, “you’ll have to explain exactly what you mean!!!” “I wanna fuck you so bad, “he moaned while fisting his big cock in front of her, “p-please hurry!!!” Making sure to take the maximum possible time while wiping off her pussy lips, she casually got to her feet and stretched hard, giving him a good look at every crevice and cranny of her beautiful young body!!! “Do you like what you see, “she asked softly!?! “Oh god,Kris,” he moaned, “I’ve just gotta have it, please, don’t make me wait another second!!!”
Krissy came over to him and kissed him softly on the cheek and said, “You’re so cute when you’re excited,” and then very calmly and casually, she turned away from him, leaned over the sink, spread her legs wide apart, and exposed her very puffy and smooth pussy to his ravenous eyes, and turning her head around and softly said, “well, what are you waiting for stud man!?!” This is what Poland must have felt like when the Germans hit them with the blitzkrieg to start WWII, because before she had barely gotten the words out of her mouth, Cade fairly leapt at her and with a single stoke buried his meat into her steaming pussy with one fierce stroke, almost bringing her to her knees in the process!!! “Good, grief,” she groaned while taking each and every stroke and savoring it like fine wine, “fuck me hard stud boy, show me how a man takes care of his woman!!!” She was driving him right up the wall and she knew it, but he was so far gone he didn’t even care, all he wanted was to get his gun off and it didn’t matter if she making fun of him or not!!!
With the sweat pouring off of them, Cade took Krissy from behind with such brutal ferocity, that when they both finally came, they barely had enough energy to slip to the floor and gasp for breath!!!
“Ya know what,” he asked softly, “did anyone ever tell you that you’re a complete nut!?!”
After giving him a little peck on the head of his cock she replied, “Only you, lover, only you!!!”

The Taxi

“Where too?” Jason asked, looking in the mirror. A nicely dressed couple now inhabited the back seat of his cab. The man had dark hair, a fair complexion, and the looks that a woman would find pleasing. The woman… the woman was hot. She had long black hair and a complicated black dress with a lot of frills. She was the typical perfect rich bitch which he usually saw climbing into the back of a limo. Tonight he was getting lucky, a rich fare and a big tip.
“San Simian,” the man said with a smirk.
“Only in this city, Mack,” Jason said in a bored voice. It had been a long day, it was approaching midnight, and Jason was in no mood for upper-crust humor.
“12th and Michigan Avenue,” the man said. The hackles stood up on the back of Jason’s neck. He slowed the taxi and pulled over to the side. They looked around, then looked at him in the mirror with some confusion.
“Why are we stopping?” the man demanded.
“Because you don’t look like the kind of people who would frequent Michigan Avenue,” Jason said, slamming the taxi into park.
“So?”
“So nobody makes drug deals from my cab. If you want to go home, I will be happy to drive you. If you are looking for a score, then you had better walk.”
“If I wanted to go home, I would have taken my limo,” the man muttered, laughing.
“Shhhh, he’s onto us,” the woman said in an exaggerated whisper, intended for Jason’s ears.
“How about a 1000 dollar tip?” the man said with a leer.
“The lady can stay, but you get out,” Jason turned and looked at the man. He spoke in a cold, unforgiving tone.
“Come on, dear, the MAN doesn’t want us to ride with him,” he sneered, opening his door.
“I’m beat, David. I think I will take the cab home. You go on.”
“Whaa…” he started to object. His face took on a pathetic, boyish quality that Jason found revolting. It was obviously an act. Jason slammed the transmission into drive and the door slammed in the man’s face. Jason could hear him yelling as he chased the cab, but Jason ignored him.
“That was very rude,” the woman said.
“You don’t need to be dragged down by that kind of trash,” Jason said, still driving without a destination.
“He’s hardly trash. He’s the son of one of the richest men in New York.”
“Rich trash is still trash. Besides, being somebody’s son, doesn’t make you anything more than a slip of birth control.”
“Does that apply to women as well?”
“Absolutely. I am an equal opportunity asshole.”
The woman laughed, the first real noise she had made since she climbed into the cab. She turned and stretched her long legs out on the seat. Jason could see them from the night portion of his mirror. They were friggin perfect. She kinked one knee, which allowed her dress to open and slide down her leg. Jason suddenly found it hard to drive. The dark top of her stocking came right up within a foot of her pelvis, and Jason could see it clearly.
“That’s quite a set of leg you have,” he said daringly.
“It’s the only pair I’ve ever owned, so I take care of them. I like them,” she airily admitted, running her hand up and down her long, sensuous leg.
The street lights passed, lighting her delicious legs intermittently as they passed. Neither spoke for several minutes.
“You don’t look happy,” he finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
“I’m tired, tired of this whole mess,” she sighed. “I’m tired of being a senator’s daughter, tired of saying only the right things at the right times, tired of it all,” she said, looking up at him in the mirror.
“Have you ever tried slumming?” he asked hopefully.
“You mean fuck one of the dirty, unwashed masses?” she smiled.
“Only my mind is dirty, the rest of me took a shower about 7 hours ago.”
“You?” she seemed to be thinking about his proposition. “Ah, where are we going?” she asked, quickly looking around. One side of the street was walled by tall buildings, the other was a wilderness.
“I have no idea. Central Park I guess.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, you look uptown to me. Where are you going?”
“Daddy’s yacht.”
“Oh, sorry,” he laughed, making a u-turn in the middle of the street. Once again, silence descended between the two of them. He kept track of her legs in the mirror. He could only see them in the upper “night” portion of the mirror, so they were lit in all their splendid glory for a moment, then faded as the lights passed behind them. She caught him eying her in the mirror. She began running her hand up and down her thigh, while maintaining eye contact. As her hand touched the crotch of her panties, Jason’s eyes bugged out. He found it impossible to keep an eye on her, while watching traffic, pedestrians, and traffic signals. He glanced over at the parking area at the edge of central park and immediately pulled over. Cars honked and weaved to avoid him. He pulled into a parking place and cut the engine.
“We’re stopping?” she asked, suddenly amused.
“Yeah,” he turned to look at her. “Your place or mine?” he asked patting the front seat of the cab.
“It had better be mine, your’s is a bit cramped.” He locked the front doors, turned and slid the bullet proof plexiglass aside. Like a snake, he slithered into the back seat. He locked the back doors as well. Central Park was not the safest place at night. He didn’t want to be killed, while enjoying the classiest fuck of his life.
“I don’t kiss,” she said as he moved close, looking at her cherry red lips.
“The hell you don’t.”
“I don’t believe in it. Kissing is a disgusting, dirty…” her words were cut off by Jason’s lips. He held the back of her head, while he mashed his lips against her’s. He knew he was destroying a pair of lips adorned by designer lipstick, but he didn’t care. They were soft and responsive, that’s all that mattered to him.
He was surprised to find her tongue suddenly probing his mouth. For a woman who didn’t kiss, she was very good at it.
Jason ran his hand up her left leg and cupped his hand over the warm mound of her panties. It was silky soft and very hot. Her legs were slender and absolutely perfect. He imagined that she had somebody who measured them each day too make sure. He had not doubt that their love-making would be figured into her “calories burned” calculations for the next day.
“Wait,” she woman said, opening the top of her dress. She pulled a cone shaped breast from the top of all that fabric and presented it to him. He dove forward and captured the dark nipple with a large areola in his mouth and sucked urgently.
“Oh yes, I can feel that clear down to my pussy,” she whispered. He lightly rubbed her mound through the material of her panties. It was so hot. He knew he would be rubbing wetness in a moment. She was one sexy little bitch.
“Do the other,” she said after a few minutes. They both pulled down the fabric and dug the left breast from her dress and bra. It was hot and firm in his hands. He marveled at the large areola around her nipple. It was fully three inches across. Possible the largest areola he had ever seen. He took the stiffened nipple into his lips and sucked, while his tongue strummed it rapidly. She breathed harshly, pulling his head into her breast. He felt like a baby, nursing off his mother. And that’s how she treated him, murmuring, clucking softly, and stroking his face as he nursed.
“You’re going to give mama a big cum,” she signed, pressing her chest forward to meet his mouth. Jason didn’t like thinking about his mama while sucking on that delicious set of tits, but he had to admit, it was kinky as hell.
“You are not my mama,” he said around her nipple. She rubbed her hand on the back of his head, while enjoying his mouth on her hot nipple.
“That’s right, my name is Amanda,” she whispered, gasping for breath. Jason suddenly realized that she had not been kidding. She was giving off all the signs of a woman about to cum. He had never seen a woman cum because somebody had sucked on her breasts, but it could happen. Abruptly, it did. Amanda began panting and moaning, louder and louder. She mashed his face against her breast, petting the back of his head to the point of pain. He continued, ignoring the pain. He knew she would stop when her orgasm hit. Then it did. She began bucking her pelvis against his hand and groaning. She grabbed his head and pulled him into a kiss, while her pussy spasmed and gyrated, bucking against his hand. He held his fingers firmly cupped around her mound, until she whimpered and relaxed. He was now holding a very wet pair of panties in his hand.
“You’re wet,” he said, holding up his hand. She pulled his hand to her mouth and began licking off her own juices. Jason nearly exploded in his pants. She was one hot bitch.
She dropped his hand and began tearing off clothing. Jason watched in fascination, until she stopped and stared at him. He too began taking off his clothes. It was dark outside. He looked around as he pulled his shirt over his head. Cars passed far away. The nearest streetlight was a hundred feet away. Those belonging to the parking lot had been shot out in the past, leaving it conveniently dark. The smell of pussy was strong in the car. The wonderful aroma made Jason crave a taste of her high-classed pussy. But she was in command. She stretched out on the seat, now naked, with her knees bent. She motioned for him to climb up on top of her in the 69 position. He gladly accepted.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked as he climbed into position.
“Yeah, a cheerleader.”
“Does she remind you of me?”
“Fuck no. She is a compact little blonde fucking machine. You are a tall slinky rich bitch with erotic nipples and a hot cunt. No comparison,” he said as he lowered his face and dove into her pussy. His mouth eagerly feasted on her rich, wet mound. She had a very large pussy, it was like a gash which opened up the entire lower half of her body, when she opened her legs. Her clit was clearly visible. He encircled her open fuck hole with his mouth and sucked, while plunging his tongue down inside her. She moaned loudly and thrust her pussy up to meet his mouth. She turned her head and clamped her lips onto his hard cock. She mouthed it from the side, sucking the firm flesh on the head of his circumcised penis with her sweet lips. Like a sword swallower, she slid her mouth up and under it, while his cock went down her slender throat. She held her mouth steady, while her lips slowly milked his cock. Her throat muscles clenched and stretched his cock as she swallowed repeatedly. She knew exactly what she was doing. It was obvious that she had done this many times before.
Jason slid his right middle finger into her pussy, while licking her clit. He slid the finger in several times, lubricating it, then pulled it out and positioned it at the entrance to her ass. Before she could object, he plunged his finger up inside her ass. She screamed, lifting her ass up off the seat. He took the buffeting, continuing to suck her tiny clit into his eager lips. He could feel it, hot and throbbing between his lips, like a tiny penis. Again, he did not like thinking of sucking on a penis, while sucking her pussy, but the thought simply crept in. Smiling to himself, he began bobbing up and down on the tiny clit, as if he were sucking a dick. His finger plunged in and out of her ass, in time with his miniature blowjob. He was really turning her on. She was squirming like a snake beneath him. What he needed was even more stimulation. He inserted his index finger into her pussy. It didn’t go in far, but it was enough. The added stimulation had her gasping and moaning around his cock.
Jason marveled at the sheer beauty of the woman. She was beautiful everywhere. Even her asshole was small and delicate. On some people it was a dark ugly ring of flesh, but on her it was tiny, pink… perfect. He somehow kept coming back to that word. But it was the only word that fit. He suddenly had a tremendous craving for her slender ass. He stopped all activities, grabbed her slender thighs and pulled them forward. As her legs bent, he found himself facing her small, dainty asshole. He could tell by looking, that it was one asshole which had never had a stiff cock in it. Too bad, it was literally begging for a good rigid penis. Unfortunately, a taxi was only conducive to a few limited forms of sex, and a good ass fucking was not one of them.
Jason bathed the aromatic little ring liberally, then tried to force his way inside. With the good ass reaming he had given her with his finger, he knew it would be possible. He stiffened his tongue and pressed relentlessly. He could feel her stiffening her asshole against him. It was probably involuntary, an automatic response to his intrusion. He could wait. In the meantime, she was giving him one horrendous blowjob. Her hot lips were right up at the very base of his shaft. Her tongue slid back and forth along the top of it, causing his hair to stand on end. There were a lot of nerves in the tip of his cock. She was striking most of them.
Unexpectedly, she relaxed her tight little asshole and he plunged his tongue up inside. She tried to clamp her asshole down on his tongue, but she was too late. He was now inside. The taste actually wasn’t too bad, not that he would have cared. He would have reamed her ass no matter what it tasted like.
“Oh God,” she moaned, pulling off his cock. “Oh yes, do me,” she gasped, before taking the head of his cock in her mouth again. Once again she relaxed her ass. He pushed his tongue even farther into her ass. He could go no further, the roots of his tongue were beginning to hurt. As he wiggled it inside her ass like a snake, she clamped her muscles down on his tongue, trying to strangle it. It was wonderful. Jason had never eaten an ass before. His Cindy wouldn’t allow such a thing. She wouldn’t even allow him to fuck her in the ass. Maybe it was time he took a firmer stand, when it came to their love life. He was missing a lot.
“Eat me,” Amanda hissed around his cock
He reluctantly pulled out of her ass, licked it once, then kissed her slender ass cheeks, before allowing her legs to drop. He was again facing her awesome pussy. It looked large enough to swallow his head. He pressed his face into her pussy and brutally rubbed it from side to side. His nose immediately filled with her juices, but it was worth it. She squealed and heaved up off the seat. He pulled his face out, found her clit and began sucking it. She gave a crying moan and clamped her lips firmly around his cock. She slid her lips up and down along the shaft, then stopped, simply sucking. He felt his balls clench. He was about to shoot his load into that perfect set of designer lips. She was getting hotter too. He could tell that she was about one second away from an orgasm.
Jason felt his balls heating up to an intolerable level. His balls began clenching and unclenching slightly. He knew his time had come. Suddenly, he exploded. Gasping around her clit, he shot his thick cum into her mouth. She desperately rubbed her pussy against his face. He couldn’t breath, she was suffocating him. He pulled his face out and rested his chin against her pussy. This was what she needed. The added roughness of his short whiskers in her pussy, brought her to an instant orgasm. She screamed and hunched her pussy against his chin. He dropped his face into her pussy and began licking diligently, but his mind was on his cock, and the way it spurted thick cream into her mouth. He could feel the extreme heat and moisture of her mouth on ever little centimeter of his cock. He could feel the suction of her lips, and the dance her tongue did over the head as it swelled and ejected spurt after spurt of thick cream. She sucked and drank greedily, just one more thing that his Cindy would not do.
All too soon it was over. Jason lay panting atop Amanda. She feebly tried to push him off so she could breath. He rolled off, sitting with his knees on the floor, looking down at her sweating, naked body with a new appreciation.
“You are one awesome bitch,” he gasped with a smile.
“Shut up and kiss me,” she said, reaching for his head. They broke the kiss after a few minutes, neither of them had caught their breath.
“You should see me in the bedroom,” she said breathlessly.
“I would love to. Maybe you, me, and Cindy could get together some time.”
“Maybe, but I leave on the first tide. What time is it?”
“Shit’s it’s after two. I had better get you to the marina.”
He dug out a package of baby wipes which a mother had left in his cab long ago. They both cleaned up and redressed. Jason felt like his life was coming to an end, when he pulled into the area where she was supposed to catch her water taxi.
“It was fun,” she said with a smile. She took his hand, with money clamped inside, then smiled and stepped out as she released it. He counted out the one thousand and twenty dollars. His heart gave a leap. He watched as she walked toward the water taxi, swished the back of her dress into place with her left hand, then turned and gave him a parting smile.
Jason started the taxi and sped off, without another backward glance. It was time to go home. It was time to fuck Cindy half to death, then take her to a nice dinner. He owed her that.

The Shoplifter

“You like shoplifting?” Ron asked, pushing the girl into his office.
“Let go of me, you fucking asshole,” the girl screamed. “You can’t prove a thing.”
“The hell I can’t I have tape and I have witnesses.”
“Who?
“Me and Mary. She will be in when she picks up what you dropped on the way here.”
“I didn’t drop anything,” she screamed, lunging for the door. Ron slapped her on the back of the head. She went down to the floor, then stumbled to her feet with a hurt look.
“You can’t do that,” she cried.
“Of course I can, you little fucking bitch. You think I have to play by the rules?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t. I can do anything I want to you, you broke the law, you little bitch.” The door opened, startling them both. The girl’s eyes widened when she saw a huge black woman enter the office.
“I found it,” Mary said, holding up a blouse. She was a sturdy black woman who had just turned 25. She was large, but by no means fat. She had more muscles than Ron.
“Fuck you, I didn’t take that,” the girl mumbled.
“What!” Mary turned, looking down at the girl in outrage.
“The little bitch has a mouth on her,” Ron said with a slight smile.
“She opens it again and I’ll bust it for her,” Mary said through clenched teeth. The girl started to sneer, then thought better of it. Mary looked mean.
“What do you want to do with her lily white ass?” Mary asked, looking from the girl to Ron.
“If we call the cops they will book her and release her.”
“Yeah, she deserves more than that,” Mary said with a mean look. “I’ve seen her in here before.”
“No you haven’t,” the girl spoke up.
“Listen, bitch. You call me a liar one more time and I’ll cut your tits off. You hear me?”
“Yeah,” the girl said, swallowing.
“Let’s fuck her,” Ron said, only half joking.
“What makes you think I’m interested in girls?” Mary said with a mean look.
It was common knowledge that Mary was gay, bi at the very least. But he sure as hell wouldn’t say that to her face.
“Nothing. If you don’t want a piece, that’s fine with me. You can hold her down.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want any,” Mary said quietly. The girl’s eyes bugged out. She looked Mary up and down, taking in her large frame and massive chest. She swallowed quickly suddenly afraid.
“You want heads or tails?” Ron asked.
“Hey, guys. You don’t have to do this. I’ve learned my lesson, really I have. I will just pay for the blouse and leave.”
“Sure you have,” Ron snorted. “You and a hundred other little bitches come to this mall to steal. Now you’ve been caught and you give up. Too bad. Now you will really pay for stealing.”
“You can’t…” her words were cut off by Mary’s slap. The girl was hurt and shocked. She had never been slapped before.
“Don’t try to tell me what I can’t do, bitch,” Mary said through clenched teeth. “Shut up and do what you are told. If you do, you will walk out of here in an hour on your own two feet. If not, you will go out on a stretcher.”
“Oh please, don’t hit me again. It hurts,” the girl said with tears in her eyes.
“Damned right it does. Strip,” Mary ordered.
Sobbing quietly, the girl looked from Mary to Ron, then slowly began stripping. She took her time in the hope that somebody would show up to save her. But nobody did. She removed her top and jeans. Standing in only her underwear, Mary stepped up to the girl, grabbed her behind the head and pulled her close. She sealed her mouth over that of the girl and kissed her soundly. The girl struggled for a moment, then realized that it was futile. Mary was much stronger that she was. She hung helplessly in Mary’s grasp, not responding, but not trying to pull away.
“Turn her around this way and I will finish stripping her,” Ron said eagerly. Watching the lesbian kiss had gotten him as hard as a rock. Mary turned the little bitch without effort. Ron walked up behind her and unsnapped her bra. Mary broke the kiss to watch. The bra practically leaped off her body. The girl made a grab for it, but Mary slapped her hands away. The bra fell on Mary’s feet.
“Nice tits,” Mary said in appreciation. Her hands went to the girl’s compact little breasts. They were small and firm in her hands. The girl gasped and seemed about to fall. Mary supported her with a hand behind her back.
Ron yanked down the girl’s panties. She cried out and reached for her panties, but Ron was too fast.
“You… you can’t do this,” the girl gasped.
“We are, honey, face it,” Mary said gently. The girl was responding to the hands on her chest. She began to sway, moving forward and back against the wonderful hands.
“Look at that fucking ass,” Ron said in wonder. “Absolutely perfect.”
“To a white boy, maybe. Black folks like a good firm ass to grab ahold of. That’s too little for me,” Mary said with a laugh.
Ron pressed his mouth against the soft, warm skin of the girl’s ass. She gasped and tried to step away, but Mary held her in place with rough, unforgiving fingers. Ron eagerly sucked on her ass for a moment, licked it liberally, then dropped his mouth to encounter her pussy. This time she didn’t try to run, in fact she bent forward a little and pushed her pussy back against his mouth. Sighing in excitement, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the wonderful mouthing he was giving her. She could feel his lips and tongue plying the sensitive lips of her pussy flesh. They worked from the top to the bottom and back again. His mouth was creating fire where ever it went. Fire that filled her crotch, ass, and filtered up to her chest. Mary’s eager fingers on her firm tits created a glow which met and flowed into the fire coming from her pussy. Her entire body was on fire.
Ron found her pussy to be sweet and delicious. The slightly fishy smell was a wonderful aphrodisiac. His cock throbbed, waiting to sink it’s length between her small, virginal pussy lips.
“Oh man,” Mary gasped. She certainly likes that. It’s too bad that black men won’t eat pussy. If they did, they could rule the world.”
Ron pulled his mouth off her sweet young pussy and laughed.
“I eat pussy and I don’t rule the world,” Ron said, running his hands over the girl’s perfect little ass cheeks. There was a lot of perfection to admire, but it was time to get down to business.
“Head’s or tails?” he asked again.
“Heads. I haven’t had a good eating in a long time.”
“I don’t do that,” the girl said through clenched teeth.
“Sure you do, honey, you just need the right incentive.”
“Yeah, right,” the girl said in disdain.
“Sure. For instance, if you don’t do it I will slap you black and blue. But if you do, you can have anything you want in this store. Fair enough?”
“Anything?”
“You want a fucking refrigerator, we will help you wheel it out, honey.”
“Well not quite,” Ron said before he licked the crack of her ass. “If you don’t get caught by the clerk, we won’t hassle you. Fair enough?”
“Yeah,” the girl said in surprise. She knew she could lift a ring worth thousands. It was a cinch.
Ron sealed his mouth over the curved area of her small ass and sucked. The girl moaned and weakened, falling against Mary. Mary pushed her back with a smile and dropped her pants. Even Ron was interested in watching. Mary’s skin was soft and smooth, not at all manly, as he had expected. She wore small black panties, which she pushed down to her ankles and stepped out of. Ron whistled in appreciation, but Mary paid no attention. She sat on the desk and slid back until she was leaning against the wall.
“Come on, baby,” she whispered, lifting her feet to rest on top of the desk with her knees bent and spread. Reaching around her legs she held open the lips of her pussy. It was pink and moist inside. Ron gasped in appreciation, wishing he could sink his hard cock into that pussy. But he had one before him which was even more interesting. He pushed the girl forward over the desk. The girl fell with her face just inches from Mary’s pussy. Ron ran his hands over the girl’s ass, then held his cock and moved forward. He positioned his cock carefully and shoved.
The girl cried out and fell forward, her face touched Mary’s wet pussy. Mary grabbed the girl’s head and held her face between her legs, waiting for that first wonderful touch of her warm tongue. It came after Ron had been fucking her diligently for several minutes. The girl extended her tongue and touched Mary’s pussy. Mary gasped and closed her eyes. She leaned her head against the wall as the tongue began exploring her womanly meat.
“Oh yes, honey, that’s so perfect,” she gasped.
Ron was pumping in and out of the girl’s tight pussy. She was very wet, very hot, and tight. She was the best fuck he had ever experienced. He held her small white hips in his hands, while his pelvis bounced forward and back. The smell of her pussy was strong in the little room. The sound of moans and panting breath was loud. Ron was very excited. He knew it would not take long to cum in her sweet young pussy.
Mary was panting as if she were giving birth. The girl’s face twisted and bobbed as she licked and pulled Mary’s large, dark cunt lips. Her tongue seemed to dart everywhere, first striking Mary’s vulva and tongue fucking her briefly, then moving up to play with her clit, and the sensitive upper part of her pussy. Her hands were positioned on the inside of Mary’s meaty thighs, holding her legs open. Mary jerked and moaned, while watching the beautiful white girl eat her dark pussy. She liked the contrast between her brown thighs and the girls light colored flesh and light brown hair. She rarely had her pussy eaten and this girl was doing a fantastic job. She could tell that the girl loved to eat pussy and had probably done it before.
Each time that Ron plunged his cock up inside the girl, she was shoved forward. The feeling of her face being shoved into Mary’s pussy was even more stimulating. Mary was about to cum. She could feel the fire burning in her pussy, and clear down to her toes. With her pussy open and vulnerable, the little white bitch was sure giving her a good reaming.
“Oh yes, baby, that’s so good,” Mary moaned. “Come on, baby, make mama cum,” she whispered.
Ron was whining. He rapidly slapped his hips against the girl’s firm ass. His balls were swinging against her pussy, stimulating her clit. She moved her pussy against him, trying to bring on her own orgasm. Ron began to cry louder and louder until he stiffened. He grabbed her hips convulsively and shuddered, as his cock unloaded it’s full load of cum into the girl’s cunt. He shuddered and gasped for a full minute, before he finally pulled out and sat in the chair exhausted. He looked at the wet, slimy pussy before him with a little disappointment. He had wanted her to cum with him. He took the time to wipe off his cock with a handful of napkins, then did the same to her young pussy. After a good cleaning it still sparkled pink and moist, very beautiful even in the harsh neon lights.
The girl was whimpering. She had been so close, and then Ron left her hanging. She hurriedly ate Mary’s juicy pussy so she could take the time to finish herself. She tried to reach beneath herself and bring her own pussy to an orgasm, but it was too hard. Mary watched, glaring at Ron for leaving the girl hanging, after he had gotten his rocks off so well. Men were pigs. All he had to do was reach up and toy with her clit.
The fire came to a roaring blaze, in Mary’s pussy. She clamped her legs closed around the girl’s head and whimpered, while her pussy grew hotter and hotter. Then, with an earth shattering blast of heat, her pussy began spasming. She bent forward and held the girl’s active mouth against her pussy, groaning and grunting as her pussy exploded.
Mary grunted like an animal, feeding her bucking pussy to the sweet young mouth. Over and over again, spasms tore her loins apart. The tongue in her pussy was almost painful, now that she came. Part of her wanted to push the girl away, but the other part held her in place. She screamed lightly, closing her eyes and facing the ceiling. She could feel everything, the busy tongue, the warm cheeks against her inner thighs as they moved, and the exquisite tickle of her hair against her legs. The heat from her face was intolerable. The tongue spread pure fire through her loins.
Her legs opened and closed like the wings of a butterfly. Her pussy bucked and ground against the girl’s sweet lips. The tongue never stilled inside her wet flesh. Her lips sucked at the sensitive pussy, milking it of it’s juices. The girl’s busy tongue continued it’s exploration until Mary finally opened her legs and pushed the girl away.
“Oh fuck, that was so good,” Mary gasped, climbing down off the desk. She stood for a moment on shaky legs, then turned and pushed the girl back against the desk. With a smile, Mary sank to her knees. Without any explanation she raised her mouth, applied it to the girl’s little mound, and began sucking on the girl’s sweet pussy. Her tongue moved up and flicked against the small swollen clit. The girl cried out and leaned back over the desk. She looked down at the black girl between her legs, while running her hand through Mary’s hair. She held Mary’s face in a firm grip and hunched her pussy against her mouth until the first tendrils of a throbbing orgasm started well down inside her loins. Before she knew it she was bent over Mary’s head and screaming. Her entire body shuddered, her pussy bucked against Mary’s face, and her knees weakened. She moaned and whimpered, lost in the throes of a major orgasm. The perverted side of their sex, combined with her previous letdown, combined to give her a major orgasm. She bit her lips and gurgled, while Mary’s tongue explored her depths. Finally, her pussy was too sensitive for further stimulation. She cried out and pulled on Mary’s head. Mary stood reluctantly, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She leaned against the girl and kissed her tenderly, until the girl rested enough to get her breath back.
After everyone rested and cleaned up, the girl put on her clothes and left with a shy smile.
“You, you little fuck, owe me!” Mary said, turning on Ron.
“Say what?”
“I had to finish that girl because you were not man enough to do it yourself. Now I’m horny again. Do me,” she demanded, turning and bending over the desk.
Ron looked down at the pink pussy nearly hidden between a vast expanse of black flesh. His cock hardened in seconds. With a twisted smile he took his cock in his hand and stepped forward. He rubbed it up and down in Mary’s pussy, causing her to give a little squeal. When he was well- lubricated, he pushed up inside her. The heat from Mary’s pussy was almost intolerable. He sank his cock up to the hilt and rested there, enjoying the intense heat and pleasure. Mary moved her pussy slightly, causing his cock to churn her pussy flesh.
“Damn, the things I do for this job,” he moaned as he began fucking Mary hard.
“Shut up and fuck me, you ain’t 007,” Mary moaned, enjoying the feeling of a hard cock being shoved up her pussy.

Night Vision Goggles - Part 2

Tim made a slight change to his previous orders. He decided to ask Sadie if he could stake out the manager’s office from her apartment. He tactfully decided not to let the captain in on this little secret. Tim stood waiting uncomfortably at the front door, until Sadie opened it, standing in the lighted doorway in a transparent flowing lace gown, and matching white bra and panties, clearly visible underneath. She was breathtaking.
“Hi, Mrs. Ral…”
“Tim, come in,” she said happily. “The captain told me you’d be in the area,” she said, looking out her back window toward the hill.”
“He told you?” Tim gasped.
“Why yes, he told me yesterday,” she said with a sly grin. “He told me to watch what I take off, and where I do it. I did watch, didn’t I?” she laughed. “Is that the night vision goggles he spoke of?”
“My God,” Tim gasped, thinking of all the implications. She knew he had been out on the hill, and she knew about the monocular.
“Yes,” he said, swallowing convulsively. The show she put on had been for his benefit, Tim thought wildly. What a sexy little bitch! He didn’t get her anything.
“Richard, my next door neighbor, told me. He also told me about your interest in me. I’m flattered. I’m almost old enough to be your mother,” she giggled.
“Never,” Tim gasped, looking over her slender, perfect body. She giggled again and looked down at her own body. She shook her head as if he’d been a naughty boy. She opened the fridge and handed him a beer. He drank half of it before he remembered that he wasn’t supposed too. As Sadie when back to the refrigerator and stood before the bright light from the interior, she wiggled her ass slightly, while choosing a flavor of yogurt. Tim was sweating now. His cock was as hard as a rock.
“Oh, did you want some?” she asked, first looking at the yogurt, then her own body.
“Oh yeah,” he said in hunger.
“What flavor?”
“Blonde,” he said, finishing off his bottle of beer. She giggled lightly and strode up to him. Her chiffon material flowed around her like wings. Suddenly, he was confronted by the object of his desires. There she stood, with her legs spread, her panties showing through the thin material, only inches before his knees.
Tim slammed the bottle down on the table and slid out of the chair. He sat on the floor, facing her delectable pussy. She took one step forward, forcing him back against the chair, and pressing her pussy against his face. He fought his way beneath the flimsy material and pressed his face against her crotch. He inhaled with a moan of desire.
“You like the little show I put on for you?” she whispered, now eating her yogurt in seeming unconcern.
“Oh yeah,” he growled. He grabbed her white panties and pulled them down. She had to lift one foot so he could pull them off. He mashed them into his hand and pressed them against his nose. Only afterwards did he look up at her delicious pussy.
“Yogurt is good for a pussy,” Sadie whispered. She opened her legs more and filled her pussy lips with a spoonful of yogurt. Tim watched it beginning to drip. He threw his mouth forward, opened it wide, and engulfed her tiny, almost lipless pussy. He was surprised that it fit entirely into his mouth. He liked that. He also liked the strawberry flavored yogurt, which he sucked from her delicious pussy.
“More?” Sadie asked brightly.
He nodded wordlessly. She parted the material of her gown and opened the lips of her pussy. She mashed the heaping spoonful of yogurt into her womanhood before it could slide off the spoon. Tim leaped forward and pressed his mouth against her pussy. He used his tongue to slide the yogurt around in her slit, before cleaning it back out again with sucking lips and a busy tongue.
This time Sadie reacted. She hunched slightly forward and moaned, as his tongue probed her cunt. Tim’s face was tipped back to reach her pussy. She lifted one foot and put it on the chair, behind his head. Suddenly her entire pussy was open for him. He hummed happily, while licking and sucking the thin-lipped pussy before him. It was a very sexy pussy, with just a small tuft of hair high above it, and completely hairless everywhere else. It was clean, beautiful, and delicious. Tim couldn’t believe his luck. He couldn’t believe he was actually eating one of he most beautiful pussies in the world, and that pussy belonged to his boss.
Not only was she a natural blonde, but she was skinny with a perfect body, and had the creamy complexion of a 15 year old. Tim rubbed his hands up and down her legs, while feasting on her moist slit. He moaned, licked and sucked, while breathing harshly through a nose filled with sweet pussy juice and yogurt.
Sadie was the hottest woman he’d ever known. She began moaning intensely. Holding his face tightly into her pussy, she rode it gently while moaning ever-louder. Sadie screamed lightly and stiffened, then hunched her spasming cunt against his eager mouth. She came time after time, while he eagerly sucked her pussy beneath her. She sighed and rubbed her breasts, then reluctantly backed away and dropped her foot to the floor. Tim briefly followed the retreating pussy with his mouth, then let it escape.
“Wonderful,” Sadie gasped. “Not as good as a woman could do, but wonderful all the same.”
Tim moaned and pushed his cock down into his pants with the heel of his hand. He was so horny, he could die.
“I imagine the same applies to Richard,” she said with a sly smile.
“Don’t tease,” he complained.
“I’m not. Follow me into the living room,” she whispered. Tim followed her to the same couch, and the same area where Sadie had been eaten by Wendy, just 15 hours before. He looked at the spot in wonder, while Sadie sat on the couch, pulled him close and undid his trousers.
Tim watched, shaking and gasping for breath. She seemed calm, but her trembling hands betrayed her anxiousness. She too was excited, probably because of the danger, the excitement of fucking one of her husbands men, right in his own living room.
“I want to sink that shaft into your sweet pussy,” he moaned. “I watched you yesterday and fantasized about it, while Richard was sucking my dick.”
“Did you?” she asked in sudden interest. “I was thinking about you out in the dark, while she ate my pussy. It was quite a turn-on.”
Sadie slid his pants down. He stepped out of them as her hands went to his cock. She inspected it in great interest, then tentatively put her lips over the head. She sucked lightly, causing a great deal of pain and pleasure, in his passion-filled loins. He wanted to cum, right now in her mouth, but he also wanted to feel his cock penetrating her hot pussy. He wanted to feel her clutching pussy, clear up to the roots of his penis.
She bobbed on his cock with more assurance. As ridiculous as it seemed, Tim suspected that she had never sucked a dick before. The signs were there, her uncertainty, her tentative movements and experimentation. But how could that be? She was married and she was a goddess.
“Uhm,” she said as Tim’s cock filled her happy mouth. She looked up at him with her startling blue eyes and he almost came on the spot. He moaned and pushed her away. He saw the look of disappointment.
“I want to fuck you, fuck you hard,” he hissed, holding her mouth away from his cock. She stopped trying to recapture it, and sat back on the couch.
“You never did that before, did you?” he asked.
“No. It was wonderful, just like I knew it would be, the softness and the man smell. It’s wonderful.”
“But how? You’re married!” Tim gasped.
“We moved here so Cliff… my husband, could be close to Richard.”
Tim thought about this for a moment, then his eyes opened in sudden understanding.
“I’m not exactly straight myself,” she whispered, but everybody is so afraid of my husband, I couldn’t get laid if I had a millon dollar bill tied around my neck,” she said in frustration. “I wanted to get fucked so badly, but I’ve been doing the lesbian thing, until tonight.”
“You will now,” Tim said, advancing on her. She smiled and rolled over until she rested on her knees. She let the upper half of her body relax on the couch, then turned to watch him approach. He bent to lick her pussy and ass, for a moment, then crawled up behind her. He cried out in excitement as his hard cock entered the buttery soft lips of her pussy, stretched them wide, then thrust it’s way up inside her steaming hot quivering womanhood. She sighed and closed her eyes, laying her face against the material of the cushion and biting her lips.
Tim pushed the flowing material out of the way and began pistoning away at her upturned pussy. She was hot, sexy, and beautiful. She was all any man… or woman, could want.
Tim held her small, boyish ass cheeks in his hands and rubbed them while fucking like crazy. His balls were hot and churning. Her pussy was even hotter and dripping with fluid. He slid easily in and out of her pussy. His hand explored her ass, back and ribs, while his cock maintained it’s plunging attack on her ass.
She gasped and withered beneath him. She thrust her pussy back to meet him, in time with his own thrusts. He bent until he could reach her small hanging breasts. Even with her ass under such a brutal attack, her breasts were so firm that they barely moved. Once again he realized that she was perfect.
“Oh fuck me, Tim, fuck me good,” she moaned beneath him. He realized that she had remembered his name. That was very flattering. Of course what she was giving him now was far more flattering than recognition. Her sweet pussy was very juicy. His entire pelvis and balls was coated with her slick juice.
“Oh yes,” she whined, screwing up her face in passion until it was nearly unrecognizable. He slapped the flesh of his hips, against the compact cheeks of her ass.
His cock was hot now, very hot. He could feel the head glowing, deep inside her. His balls were filling with a liquid fire that warned of an impending orgasm. Her own moans told him that she was even closer. Even as he noticed this she stiffened then screamed, bucking against his hips, and stiff meat inside her. She rotated her ass against his cock, skewering her pussy on the long fleshy rod and adding to the intensity of her orgasm. In a moment she collapsed onto the couch, gasping for breath.
“I’m going to cum,” Tim murmured, pumping away even faster. She suddenly bounced up off the couch, turned and pushed him away. Tim nearly screamed in horror, but she did not plan on leaving him hanging. She wanted to suck him to an orgasm. She pushed him back on the floor and straddled his legs. Dropping the upper half of her body, she leaned forward, grabbed his cock and pulled it into her mouth. She sucked for only a moment, before the explosion of cum filled it. She sucked eagerly, looking up at his passion-twisted face. She smiled happily as she sucked and drank, milking his cock for the precious fluids within. He withered helplessly while her mouth robbed him of his seed. It grunting and twitching he shot cum into her mouth, then he jerked impotently and stopped, to the disappointment of them both. She started to suck and bob on his cock again, but he squealed and pushed her away from his sensitive member.
“Stop,” he begged with his hand on her forehead. She gave him an evil smile, licked the head of his cock, then stood and allowed him off the floor.
“That was as good as I expected it to be,” she said, licking a smear of cum from her hand.
“My God, you are so perfect,” he said with a forlorned expression on his face.
“That’s not exactly what I expected you to say, but it’s close enough. A simple “you are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” or “you taste delicious as a container for strawberry yogurt,” would suffice too.”
“Oh, they all apply,” Tim quickly agreed.
“You are so sweet,” she said enthusiastically.
“So are you. I had better get to work, or I’ll never catch that guy,” Tim said reluctantly.
“Clean up in the bathroom. I will be out in the hot tub. Yell if you need anything,” she said, leering as she passed. “Or just come on out and slide into something,” she said, wiggling her ass on the way through the sliding glass doors. Tim moaned and covered his face. How could he be so stupid! He had just fucked the captain’s wife, and he was still in the house, while she was on the back porch naked. Few men fucked a cop’s wife, because cops carried guns. Even other cops weren’t stupid enough to do that, except for him.
“Buddy, you had better show up so I can get the fuck out of here,” he mumbled as he washed his cock and pulled on his pants. Tim only waited for four hours before the masked prowler came out of the manager’s office and slid around to the back of the building. Tim stood watching the doors of the apartments, so he immediately saw the manager approach apartment number 1G and enter stealthily. Tim gave a silent cry of triumph, as he laid the night vision monocular onto the table and started for the door. Sadie appeared at that moment in the arch between the kitchen and the living room. She paused, rubbing her eyes in the bright light. Her perfect tits filled out the transparent material, creating an insatiable desire in Tim the moment he saw them. Her sweet pussy showed with each step she took. Her long tanned legs, took turns sliding through the opening in her lace gown.
Tim came to a screeching halt with his hand on the door knob. His first impulse was to slam through the door and arrest the perpetrator. But his brain told him he would be stupid to mess up such a golden opportunity. As he licked his lips and surveyed Sadie’s nearly naked body, he slowly released the knob and stood with his hands at his sides. Other men merely fantasized about having a woman like Sadie. He was living it.
“Were you going somewhere?” Sadie asked in obvious disappointment.
“I… no, nowhere at all.” Tim said, falling back into the kitchen chair to watch the delicious naked blonde prance through the kitchen. “I have a feeling it will be a long, long time before I catch this guy,” he said with a smile.
Sadie came over to him and straddled his legs. She sat on his lap and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
“Good,” she sighed, resting her forehead on his shoulder.

Night Vision Goggles

Officer Tim Walanski slowed the car, circling the little dirt turnaround as he held his breath, horrified at the damage the dirt rode could be doing to his new Plymouth cruiser. He crashed through deep holes and bounced over huge, bolder-sized rocks. He was following a pair of dirt wheel tracks which crested a deserted hilltop next to a large housing area. The cruiser scraped through the dry, lifeless bushes as they scraped down the sides of the cruiser, clutching at the only signs of life in their dry, barren existence as if desperately seeking escape.
Officer Tim was not simply out sightseeing, he was Code-5, on assignment. A series of burglaries had taken place in the nearby housing area, and he was there on stakeout. He believed it was a token gesture to please the civilians. Burglary stakeout had a 100 to 1 shot of ever succeeding. The prowler had a million places to rob, but a cop could only watch one. A famous park burglar had gone nearly ten years before he was finally caught, and the authorities had staked out nearly every park on Earth.
Normally, such attention would not be given to a simple string of burglaries, except for the fact that his captain lived in the complex, and the residents were screaming for justice. Tim was there to provide it. Tim would rather be out on the highways, cruising along and enjoying the scenery, but Tim was a rookie and Tim did what he was told.
Tim was mad, and Tim was bored, but Tim liked being employed. He did not join the force to sit amid a jungle of tumble weeds and sage brush. He wanted action, high speed pursuits, take-downs, and investigations.
“This sucks,” Tim said as he turned off his engine. He sat there in silence, listening to the click of cooling metal, checking out his surroundings. They too sucked. He could see that a thousand teenagers had used the area to get high, get drunk, or get fucked. The area was littered with paper, bottles, and condoms. It was dirty and dusty, and it stank.
“This sucks,” he said again. He opened his thermos of coffee and poured the metal cup half full. He watched the condensation from the stopper drip on his pants, while he replaced the stopper and sipped his coffee. His shift had started at 5:00 o’clock pm. It was now 6:20 pm. He had to sit out in the sagebrush for at least five more hours, before he could head back to the station.
“Fucking shit,” he whispered, while digging an apple out of his briefcase. He punched up the latest info on his computer screen. Nothing had changed, the same perpetrators were being sought throughout the state, and his own burglaries simply ready “Under Investigation”. Yeah, he knew about their investigation. He WAS their investigation, he thought as he bit into the apple.
Tim suddenly remembered the large black plastic case he had been given. It came under the heading of special ops equipment. He slid the cup up on the dash, clamped the apple in his teeth and turned to pull the case out of the back seat. He turned the case so it faced him and opened it.
He had been in the Army for several years, and even though he had never used them, he recognized the night scope gleaming in the case before him. The black foam rubber in the case still smelled new. He pried the night vision scope out and turned it in wonder. Technically, it was day/night vision monoculars, he observed as he pulled the user’s guide from the case. It had it’s own 9 volt infrared light source and a simple on/off lever. It was idiot proof.
“Fucking A,” he said, taking the scope out and looking at it in wonder. He knew it was expensive, up to a thousand dollars, the last time he’d checked. He held it up to his eye, it was a normal scope in the daylight. Good, he didn’t have to worry about burning out the unit in bright lights, or his eyeball. Suddenly his day became infinitely brighter. He may be pulling shit duty, but at least he had a grown-up toy to play with. As he finished his apple, and sipped his coffee, he couldn’t wait for night to fall.

“Seven Delta Six, what’s your status?” the radio asked, destroying his daydream of pulling over a woman in a short skirt.
“Dispatch, this is Seven Delta Six, 10- 75, Code-5,” Tim said hurriedly, meaning he was on sight and staking out the area.
“10-4, Seven Delta Six, Captain Raleigh wishes to inform you that he will be 10-10 at this location. He doesn’t wish to disturb the perpetrator by arriving in a marked unit.”
“10-4, dispatch, I’ve got it covered. His family is in good hands,” Tim said, opening his sandwich.
“Dispatch out,” the radio said.
He turned it down and watched the lights blinking on in the nearby housing area, while he chewed his sandwich. Night was falling. A car pulled up behind him, stopped, then backed out of sight with great speed. Tim laughed, eating his sandwich. He doubted if they would have sex again for at least a week, after that scare. Suddenly he wondered if the car might have belonged to the perpetrator, rather than young lovers. What better place to hide your car during a robbery?
Suddenly the lights came on in 2-h. He was very familiar with that apartment, he had attended semi- formal functions in Captain Raleigh’s apartment before. There had been one wetting-down ceremony and a bachelor party for the desk sergeant. He also new and worshiped Mrs. Raleigh, aka Sadie, a 32 year old blonde that looked like a Valeric right out of Norse mythology. She was strong, slender, and physically perfect. He couldn’t help but lick his lips every time he saw her, which did not exactly endear him to the Captain, but did wonders for his wife’s ego.
Tim grabbed up the monocular and held it too his eye. She was untying her hair. She shook it out while looking out the window in his direction. Tim knew she couldn’t see him in the evening darkness, she was looking at the lights of the city, far beyond him. He turned and looked himself. Yes, it was a million dollar view at night, with several magnificently- lit freeways one bordering the Kern River and reflecting in it’s surface. Car lights lit the nearby roads like Christmas lights, red in one direction, white in the other. And beyond all this was the magnificent lights of Bakersfield. Bakersfield was splendid at night, with a million multi-colored lights shimmering in the residual desert heat.
Tim was distracted by headlights flashing on the scenery in his mirror. They were bouncing, shining up toward the sky as the auto weeded it’s way up the hill.
Was it a prowler, or a young couple looking for a make-out area? He couldn’t sit there wondering, he had a job to do.
Tim threw open his door, grabbed the monocular and pelted down the road toward the headlights. He ducked into the bushes, just as the headlights dropped, highlighting the area where he’d been running. Safely hidden in the brush, he brought the monocular up to his eye and focused in on the approaching vehicle. There was one occupant in the vehicle, a young white male of about 18 or 19. He thought this was suspicious until the car drew closer and he could make out the back of a female’s head, bobbing in his lap.
Tim giggled, waiting for the car to pull alongside his position. He knew the boy would see his cruiser and slam on the brakes in about 15 seconds. When it passed he had an excellent view of the girl giving him a blowjob. She was cute. He’d rather see her naked.
Suddenly the boy slammed on the brakes. Dirt and gravel flew as he slammed the car into reverse and sped down the dirt road in reverse. The girl’s head popped up when he went careening off the ridge of dirt bordering the dirt road. The car swerved back and forth until it backed out of sight.
“He didn’t like my cruiser,” Tim mumbled to himself. “Get a room,” he said a little louder. “I need an unmarked car,” he mumbled, deep in thought.
Tim suddenly remembered the snakes, broken glass, and garbage littering the area. Hopping out of the brush, he leaped into the dirt road, then trudged back to his cruiser. He paused next to the car and rested his elbows on the roof. He brought the monocular up to his eye and surveyed the Raleigh apartment. Sadie was nowhere in sight. There was a new metal starburst clock above the cream colored couch, he noticed. That hadn’t been there the last time he visited. He could see a bright lamp in the living room window, and the white wall of the dining room beyond. Sadie was nowhere around… wait a minute, he thought. He focused in on the balcony and found Sadie lifting the cover of a hottub. She was wearing a white towel around her body. Even as he saw this, she pulled it off and tossed it over the back of a white plastic chair. She stood naked and glorious for the world to see. Of course she would be in complete darkness and feel it was safe to walk nude on her own balcony. She didn’t expect a peeping Tim with a night vision scope.
He had a complete view of her glorious nudity as she walked up the steps of the hottub, and then back down inside. She sat, presenting him with only a view of her face and arms.
“You beautiful fucking bitch,” he groaned to himself. “You beautiful sweet fucking bitch.”
His cock was throbbing in his pants. He mashed it against the side of the cruiser, while he watched and waited for her to finish her bath and stand again. He knew it would be a long wait, but she was worth it.
Tim suddenly realized that he needed to take a piss. He laid down the monocular, turned and unzipped his pants. It took a moment for him to grow soft enough to piss. Once he did, the memory of her golden, glorious body made him hard almost immediately. He turned back to the car, reluctant to put his cock back into his pants. The metal was cold against his cock, as he leaned against the cruiser and picked up the monocular once more. He was just in time. Sadie was sitting on the edge of the hottub, drying the upper half of her body, while letting her feet kick in the warm water.
“It must be too hot,” he said in happy amazement. What fucking luck. He ogled her breasts as she went about her business. First she dried her hair, then she reached behind her and took a brush off a table. She sat brushing out her hair, looking toward the lights of Bakersfield.
Tim found himself trying to fuck the side of his police cruiser. He looked down to see his cock rubbing against the top of the crest. He was fucking the G in highway. Holding the monocular in his left hand, he began stroking his cock with the right. That was much better, he thought as he watched his captain’s wife. Her legs were closed and facing him, but at an angle. He wished that she would open them so he could see her blonde triangle of hair, and those sweet pussy lips. Of course she was being more than cooperative as it was. Then, as if by magic, she lifted her left leg and inspected her foot.
THERE IT WAS, GOLD! He had a clear, unobstructed view of her sweet pussy. Stroking his cock madly, he thanked his lucky stars. It took only a moment for his cock to warm, pulse, then explode. He turned away from the car and bent forward. His cock shot thick cum into the bushes and garbage beside his cruiser. He had added his own seed to that of a hundred previous visitors, he thought as he opened the door, reaching for the kleenex box. He realized his mistake immediately, as the dome light of the car, designed to be bright to help do paperwork inside, lit the lower half of his body, and the surrounding bushes. He gasped in horror and slammed the door. A quick check in the monocular, showed that Sadie was rushing back into her apartment.
“You stupid fuck,” he growled at himself. “You fucking moron,” he said, pulling the kleenex through the window. He wiped the end of his cock, then tossed the kleenex back inside. He was only a hundred yards from the apartments. She had certainly seen his penis, if not his face. He was dead.
Tim zipped his pants, tossed the monocular into the cruiser and sat, slamming the door behind him.
His pants were all sticky, with lubricant and cum. He was a mess. He was tempted to go home immediately for a change of clothes, but leaving his post was grounds for dismissal. He needed this job.
“You stupid fuck,” he said, pounding the steering wheel. He gasped and grabbed the cup of coffee before it could spill in his lap. A look of amazement crossed his face. He tipped the cup of cold coffee into his lap, then grabbed a handful of kleenex to wipe it off. A coffee spill could be explained, cum couldn’t. His pants were a mess now, wet, smelling of coffee and littered with kleenex fuzz, but he felt better about it. Now the cruiser smelled of coffee, which made him crave it. He refilled his cup and took a sip, then turned to look toward Sadie’s apartment.
Tim brought the monocular back up to his eye. He scanned the apartment complex first, legitimately looking for the prowler, then focused in on the Raleigh apartment. Sadie stood by the front window, very close to the lamp, with her back to Tim while she faced and spoke to a busty blonde woman in her early 30’s. She was a real babe. As he watched, Sadie stepped up to the busty blonde and took her in her arms. Tim’s eyes bugged out as the women met in a warm embrace, then kissed passionately. The monocular was so powerful that Tim could actually count the hairs on the back of Sadie’s head. It made him feel as if he was in the room with the girls. Once again, his cock sprang to attention.
Gasping for breath, Tim dropped the monocular into his lap and reached up to pull the plastic cover off the dome light. He pulled the bulb out and laid it on the passenger’s seat. Tim opened the door and climbed out, bringing the monocular with him. He rested his elbows on top of the car and watched, as the women withered and twisted in each other’s arms. Slowly, they backed toward the couch, below the big metal clock, and literally fell into it, with Sadie falling on top of the babe. She didn’t seem to mind, she held onto Sadie and swapped spit like there was no tomorrow. Each woman was withering like crazy. Suddenly, Sadie stood and began disrobing. The other woman did the same, still sitting on the couch.
Tim was gasping for breath, grinding his cock into the side of the car, while trying not to miss one little movement that the beautiful women made.
“Oh fucking beautiful,” he gasped. Suddenly he wanted to feel his cock in his hand. He dropped his right hand and unzipped his pants, while maintaining a hold on the monocular with his left. After a brief struggle, he had his cock out and began stroking it slowly. To his horrified amazement, the busty blonde opened her legs, resting one on the cushions of the couch, and the other on the arm, and beckoned Sadie forward. Sadie needed no urging. She slid forward and engulfed the sweet blonde pussy with an eager, open mouth. The woman’s face showed complete rapture.
Tim swore under his breath and pumped his cock in his hand. A strange noise brought him back to reality. He blinked and looked at the monocular, then realized that it was being illuminated by a pair of headlights. He was horrified to see a car pulling up behind his own. He spun away from the approaching car so his cock was hidden by his body. He couldn’t reach down and slip it back into his pants, or the person in the car would see. He waited in fear, hoping they would go away. They didn’t. The headlights went off just as the door opened and a man stepped out. His footsteps approached. Tim was now convinced that it was somebody from the force, and he was about to be caught and humiliated. It was his worst nightmare, coming true right before his eyes.
“Hi, are you waiting for somebody?” a friendly voice asked.
“Y… yeah,” he said in surprise.
“Well I didn’t expect this,” he said in a nasal voice. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Huh?” Tim asked in confusion.
“My God, you really are waiting, aren’t you?” the man said, falling to his knees beside Tim. Before Tim could stop him, he spun Tim’s hips around and took his huge, throbbing cock into his mouth. Tim was horrified, amazed, then pleased. This was fucking fantastic, he thought as he watched the man’s mouth bobbing on his cock. The feeling of the hot mouth on his hard meat was incredible.
“My God,” Tim whispered, feeling his knees buckling. He leaned sideways, against the cruiser. He brought the monocular up to his eye and found Sadie and her friend. Her friend was now sitting on the arm of the couch, while Sadie lapped like hell in her sweet pussy. Tim gasped and swallowed convulsively. Between the wonderful show, and the fantastic, if surprising, blowjob, it was one incredible night. He couldn’t have planned it any better.
“Shit,” he gasped. The heat was building in his balls. They were churning with a liquid heat, building to a magnificent climax. Suddenly his balls convulsed and hot cum began spurting from his rigid penis. Humming happily, the man simply milked his cock with a hand, while sucking and drinking madly. His orgasm went on for a full minute, before he finally relaxed, shaking on weak knees and overworked legs.
The strange man simply sucked hard and continued to milk his cock, until it began to wilt in his mouth. The man sucked and pulled his lips off the end several times. Tim withered as the lips pulled over the head of his sensitive cock. The man smacked his lips, while fumbling with Tim’s trowsers. Before he knew what was happening, his pants and underwear were yanked down to his ankles.
“Hey, what the fuck?” he asked helplessly. He couldn’t move, his pants would trip him up if he did. He felt his fear rising as the man stepped in behind him. He was about to spin around and confront the man, when he felt a hand filled with cold cream touch the crack of his ass. He gasped and bent forward in automatic response at the sudden discomfort. A finger poked into his ass, then slid in and out lubricating it. The other hand went to Tim’s semi-soft cock, stopping the objections which sprang to his lips. He was ready for a second orgasm already. That sexy Raleigh bitch really had him turned on, and the strange gay dude was giving him just what he wanted.
“Oh shit,” he whispered. Things were completely out of control. He had gone from voyeur to victim in the space of a few, unbelievable minutes. He anticipated the first touch of the head of the man’s cock in his ass, and gasped in appreciation when it came. He hunched over, clutching at the top of his car, as the cock slid slowly, unstoppably up into his hot ass. He felt the man’s hips come up hard against his ass. His ass was very full and very hot. The hand milking his cock felt wonderful, but he wished for a pussy to fuck. Especially Mrs. Raleigh’s pussy. He focused his attention on the monocular, and found that Sadie was now sitting on the couch with her legs wide spread, being eaten by the busty babe. He moaned in desire.
“What are you looking at,” the man gasped, practically in his ear. He puffed loudly with each thrust of his hard cock up Tim’s ass.
“Two lesbians really going at it,” Tim said.
“Sadie?”
“My God, you know her?” Tim gasped.
“Of course I do, silly. She lives next to my apartment. Who’s she with?” he grunted.
“I don’t know,” Tim said, handing the monocular to the man over his shoulder. He paused for a moment with his cock fully inserted into Tim’s ass. He grunted slightly as he looked through the monocular.
“Wendy in 2T,” he said in an amused voice. “Wendy gives me more business than anyone on the face of this earth,” he laughed, resuming his pistoning stokes.
“How?” Tim grunted.
“Wendy is a lesbian, but she has a body to kill for. The guys get all turned on by that tease, and I take care of them. You can always count on The Sandman.”
“Who?”
“Me, The Sandman. Everybody knows me, this is my hill. Do you mean to tell me that I’m fucking a cop in the ass, and you weren’t here waiting for me?” he asked incredulously.
“I’ve never heard of you,” Tim grunted. He was about to have another orgasm. He glued his eye to the scope and watched Wendy give Sadie a good eating.
“My God, how strange,” the man giggled.
“I’m glad you came by,” Tim reluctantly admitted.
“Yes, I can tell.” The Sandman said, holding Tim’s hips with both hands and intensifying his attack.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Oh… oh fuck,” he said again, then stiffened. His hot cum began spurting up Tim’s willing ass. He could feel the heat building where the cum collected. It felt wonderful. The Sandman jerked and gasped behind him, until finally falling silent. He relaxed against Tim’s back. Tim reached down and grabbed his own cock, while maintaining his view of Sadie and Wendy in the monocular. Wendy had each of Sadie’s feet in her hands and was holding them up in the air, while she ate out her ass. Tim began stroking madly, then felt his hand slapped away.
“That’s my job, lawman, hands off,” The Sandman said with a giggle. He grabbed Tim’s box of kleenex and wiped them both clean, then tossed the kleenex into the bushes, adding to the already cluttered scenery.
Tim held the monocular in both hands, ogling the view in the apartment, while The Sandman pushed his way around in front of Tim’s naked body. The Sandman sat on the doorsill and took Tim’s cock into his hands. He moved his mouth forward and engulfed Tim’s rigid cock.
Tim let out a squealing sigh of pent-up emotions. He almost came in The Sandman’s mouth at first contact, but he clenched his balls to postpone it for as long as possible.
The Sandman began deepthroating Tim’s cock, clear up to his pubic hair. Tim reached down with his left hand and held The Sandman’s head, with his cock fully inserted. The Sandman sucked diligently, letting is throat muscles milk Tim’s cock, while his mouth remained unmoving around the base.
“Oh,” Tim moaned. He wanted to fill The Sandman’s mouth with spunk so bad, but he also wanted a colossal orgasm. Torn between the two emotions, he helplessly watched Wendy shake her head while biting Sadie’s pussy. She pulled at Sadie’s pussy lips and let them snap back. Sadie withered, clutching at Wendy’s head, pulling her into her wet sex.
Tim switched views, focusing in on Wendy’s sweet, blonde pussy. She was a natural blonde, Tim noticed, and her pussy was very wet, glistening in the lamplight.
Tim felt the first warnings of an impending orgasm. He switched views to Wendy’s beautiful face in Sadie’s sweet pussy. With his eyes glued to the heavenly view, he felt the heat building in his balls to an intolerable level. He shivered and gasped, taking in several shuddering breaths, before moaning ever louder. His voice rose to an embarrassing squeal of excitement, as his cock began pumping thick cream into The Sandman’s waiting mouth. The Sandman drank eagerly, while Tim shuddered and gasped, clutching the roof of his car in desperation. Swearing under his breath, he looked down and watched The Sandman enthusiastically drinking his offering. His hand stoked Tim’s balls, milking them for more cum. His lips were open wide to accommodate Tim’s large cock, his cheeks were indented as he sucked strongly, milking Tim’s long member for sweet cream. All too quickly, it was over.
Tim wilted against the top of his car. He stood shuddering and gasping, while the strength returned to his body.
The Sandman sucked the head of his cock twice more, milking it of the last drops of cum which collected on the head, then he reluctantly raised Tim’s pants and underwear, carefully sliding them back into place.
“That was wonderful,” The Sandman said softly. “I hope you don’t regret it.”
“I don’t,” Tim admitted. “But I’m not gay.”
“You don’t have to be gay, to enjoy a good dick sucking. That’s what keeps me in business.”
“Who are you,” Tim gasped.
“I am Rich, but they call me The Sandman, because I can put anybody to sleep, I suppose. Or maybe it’s because I patrol this sand hill each night, looking for pleasure. You really didn’t know about me.”
“Hell no, but maybe my buddies did,” Tim said, thinking quickly. Maybe the whole thing was a setup. No, Sadie wouldn’t go for something like that, she was strictly upper-class.
“You like Sadie?” The Sandman said, as if reading his thoughts.
“Hell yes, but I’m supposed to be here looking for a prowler.”
“I can help with that. I’ve seen him. He’s the manager, apartment 1-A. I’ve caught him at it and confronted him. He’s promised not to do it again.”
“Well he lied. The apartments are being hit almost once a week.”
“Stick around for a night or two, but move to where you can see his apartment. He uses his pass key, takes what he wants, them jimmies a window on the way out to make it look like an outsider.”
“Thanks,” Tim said in appreciation.
“No problem. I can introduce you to Sadie, if you like. We are kindred spirits.”
“I know her, she is my captain’s wife.”
“Oh yeah, Captain Raleigh the Chippie. I know him.”
“I need to go,” Tim said uncomfortably.
“I know. It’s always the same,” The Sandman said as he made his way toward his own car. “Always the bridesmaid…” he howled as the door closed behind him.
Tim laughed and climbed into his own car.
“This is Seven Delta Six, I will be 10-10 at my home 20″ he spoke into the microphone.
“10-4, Seven Delta Six,” the dispatcher said briskly.
Tim turned his cruiser around and headed for home. It was nearly 11:00 pm, nobody would see him enter his own apartment, with his uniform in such horrible condition. Thank God, Tim thought as he reached the main road and turned south.

Open Arms Motel - 2

Night fell. Lights started coming on all over town. The rich couple lived it up, pigging out at the local truck stop for dinner, then returning to their motel room for a little slap and tickle.
In the back office of the motel, the lights from a television set flickered on a young man’s face. He sat entranced by what he was watching. An onlooker might assume it was an old re-run of Lassy, or perhaps an exciting episode of Bonanza. It wasn’t. It was the view he received from room 1C. And he was more interested in what they were saying, rather than what they were doing.
“If we build on the ridge, it will make the surrounding areas increase in value a hundred fold,” Ethan called toward the bathroom.
“So?” the blonde came out drying her hair in all her naked glory. Greg watched those long legs stride across the room. Her light brown bush was neatly trimmed, about the size of a hand. There wasn’t a flaw on her long, sexy body anywhere. She was so damned perfect.
“So we should buy up the entire area.”
“We don’t need the entire area, to build a small community. We only need the land on the ridge.”
“Why let somebody else get rich?” he asked, bouncing to a sitting position and sniffing her neck. “You smell good.”
“I know. So when does the buying stop? The community, the entire corner of this state? What?”
“Ethan kissed her neck, then massaged her shoulders as he talked.
“The ridge and all the land around the lake. I hear there are a million mosquitos here in the summer. We would have to spray extensively until the last parcel of land is sold. Let’s include 5 years of guaranteed maintenance, water and sewage treatment facilities, fire-fighting and light security. Let’s say a maximum investment of 1.5 million, and that allows for reinvestment of our first net profits, over and above what we keep back for ourselves. Does that sound fair?”
“I don’t know. I will have to ask daddy, and my husband, I suppose. He is on the board.”
“Her… her husband!” Greg gasped.
“Oh yes, him,” Ethan smiled as he slid up behind her and cupped her breasts in his hands. Greg could just feel those breasts. Perfect, firm, softly-scented breasts.
“Nice,” Ethan said, kissing the side of her neck, as he twirled her nipples with his forefingers. She moaned and closed her eyes.
“I could use a good blowjob,” Ethan whispered.
“And I could use a good eating,” she said, capturing his mouth with her own. They kissed savagely, while Ethan manipulated her breasts with skilled hands.
“69?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” she nodded, while seeking his tongue with her own. Ethan flipped over on his back. She crawled around and slid on top of him. To Greg’s extreme pleasure, her ass was facing the mirror. It had to be the sweetest ass he had ever seen. He would do anything to sink his cock into that velvety smooth ass. It would be so soft, so hot.
Greg watched Ethan begin eating the sweet blonde ass, while his own cock tried to rip his pants apart. He looked at the front door indecisively, then reached out and pushed the door close. He quickly unzipped his pants, and with a moan of pleasure, Greg began running his fist up and down on his throbbing cock. With his eyes glued to the small, delicate pussy on the screen, he massaged his cock until it was hot and throbbing inside his hand. Lubricant rolled up on the tip and he rubbed it inside his hand, to lubricate it. Amid the sounds of the slippery liquid filling his hand, he began rubbing himself toward an orgasm. Gasping for breath, he watched Ethan eagerly eating the blonde’s pussy. The blonde’s head bobbed up and down like a pump in an oil field. Slowly and methodically, her head rose and fell, engulfing Ethan’s raging cock in her soft, red lips and sucking him like few man had ever been sucked before.
“Uhm, ah,” he said around the flesh of her moist pussy. He reached up to her gently rounded ass and pulled her ass cheeks apart. With one hand on her ass cheek, he inserted a finger into her asshole. She stiffened, but made no other movement. She continued her slow, methodical oral pleasure. Ethan looked hectic. It was obvious that he was about to cum.
Greg pounded his own cock harder, in an unconscious effort to come with them. He didn’t make it, Ethan came suddenly, surprising even the blonde. She mouthed his cock, sucked and drank, while Ethan suddenly stopped his oral manipulation and fell back on the bed, resting and enjoying the sensation between his legs. All too soon, it was over, and Ethan was in trouble.
“Don’t stop, you asshole. Finish me!” the blonde demanded.
“I can’t. I came,” he said helplessly.
“Finish me, you son-of-a-bitch!”
“I can’t, not after I cum,” Ethan said in a whining voice. “Give me a few minutes.”
“Oh fuck you,” she said, throwing herself off the bed. She wrapped a robe around her body and started for the door.
“Where are you going?” he asked frantically.
“To fuck the first guy I see,” she said, storming out of the room. He sat, staring at the door in disappointment.
Greg couldn’t believe what he had just seen. He froze with his hands still on his cock, then quickly stood and pulled up his pants. She was coming to the office, he realized in breathless anticipation. She was coming to him!
Greg met her as she stormed into the office.
“I need change,” she said, slamming a dollar bill down on the counter. With nervous hands, Greg counted out the quarters. She spun away and headed toward the coke machine. Greg had an excellent view of a bare leg and thigh with each step.
“You look distraught,” Greg said hesitantly.
“Do I?” she demanded, without looking his way.
“Is there anything I can do?” he asked hopefully.
“I doubt it,” the coke slammed down into the bin. She opened it and went over to sit by the window. She looked out into the darkness, while sipping her coke. Her robe was open, revealing her naked legs and thighs. Only her pussy remained hidden.
“Wow,” Greg said in a whisper.
“What?” she demanded, looking his way.
“I… I said wow.”
“Why?”
“You are beautiful, probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Certainly the most beautiful girl who’s ever been in here.”
“I’m not a girl, I haven’t been a girl for at least a century. Hey, aren’t you the guy who checked us in?” she seemed to look at him for the first time.
“Yes,” he said, suddenly shy under the intense stare of those amazing hazel eyes.
“Are you gay?”
“What!” Greg roared.
“Ethan thinks you might be gay. Are you?”
“Hell no,” Greg was outraged.
“Do you have a big cock?”
“Sure,” Greg said uncertainly. His spine began to tingle. His mouth was dry with nervousness.
“Fuck me,” she said, slamming down her coke.
“I… ok,” Greg squeaked. She stood and started around the counter. Suddenly, with the clarity of a man who was about to die, Greg remembered that the tv was still on. It would show a perfect picture of Ethan still sitting on the bed, disparaging at her loss. He was so fucking dead.
“Not here,” he said suddenly.
“Why not?” she demanded.
“No room. Let’s use the room next door,” he said in sudden inspiration.
“Yeah, ok,” she nodded. Greg grabbed the room key, turned on the no vacancy sign, and locked the front door. With the wind tearing at their clothing and sucking the heat from their bodies, they hurried to the room next door. Greg glanced at room 1C superstitiously, as he closed the door and turned to face the blonde. She was sitting naked on the bed.
“My God, you are so damned beautiful,” he gasped, ripping his clothes off as he advanced toward the bed. She sat, giving him a skeptical look, while he dropped his pants and shoved them down with his shorts. His cock sprang to attention.
“Not bad,” she said in reluctant admiration.
“I have got to eat that cute little pussy of yours,” he said, sinking to his knees before her.
“How do you know that it’s cute and little?” she asked. She had her legs crossed and her pussy hidden.
“On that body?” Greg gasped. “It just has to be. I’ve fantasized about it since the minute I saw you.”
“Oh, she said, opening her legs. Greg moaned in anticipation. Here it was the object of his desires, the very pussy he had been craving so much, as Ethan fucked it.
“My God,” Greg said in awe. He mashed his mouth against her pussy and sucked. She giggled and fell back on the bed, opening her legs wide.
Moaning in retrained passion, Greg ate savagely, giving her some pain, but not unduly so. She seemed to need the slight pain, as much as he needed to taste her womanhood. He held her legs between his thumbs and fingers, marveling at how small and child-like they were. They looked like the legs of a 12 year old girl. On a sudden impulse, Greg pushed her legs up to her chest and began licking her asshole. She gasped at the unexpected pleasure she felt. The memory of her own words came back to her. She looked down at Greg, eagerly reaming her ass, and giggled lightly.
Greg didn’t care why she was giggling, he assumed that it tickled. He really didn’t know, since nobody had ever been sick enough to ream his asshole. Her’s, on the other hand, was so damned perfect. A cute pink puckered ring between two sweet nethery cheeks. Her creamy skin brushed against his cheeks as he feasted on her sweet ass. She withered and mashed her tits in her hands, while looking down at the top of his head, bobbing beneath her. Suddenly, he dropped her legs and pounced on her pussy. Slurping noisily, he sucked her tiny wet pussy lips dry, then began mashing his tongue into her wet flesh and dragging it through the softly-scented valley of moist heat. She cried out each time his tongue slid through her pussy. She squirmed to reach to top of his head and pull him tightly into her crotch. She gasped like a woman in labor, panting and gurgling while his tongue tore her cunt to pieces. She shuddered and her eyes flew open wide.
“I’m coming,” she moaned. “I’m coming again. Oh, oh…” She stiffened, then squealed as her pussy began spasming around his tongue. He continued to lick unrelenting, while she squealed and squirmed, hunching her pussy against his face. He wrapped his arms around her legs to hold them steady, while he continued eating for as long as she could stand it. Finally she gasped “no” and pushed him lightly away.
“Only a moment,” she whispered, falling back on the bed in exhaustion.
“You are beautiful,” he said, wiping his face on the back of his hand. “And you taste good too.”
“I don’t feel beautiful,” she said, slowly sitting up.
“You are, in every possible way that a woman can be beautiful.”
“Thanks. Now I want to be fucked and fucked hard.”
“And I want to fuck you hard. I wouldn’t have missed eating you for the world, but it’s time to let Charlie eat.”
“Charlie?”
“Charlie,” he pointed at his cock as he dropped his pants.
“Can I kiss Charlie?”
“Sure, but don’t make it too long. Charlie might explode.”
The blonde laid on the bed, slid close and opened her mouth wide. She slid forward, engulfing his cock without hardly touching it. As he watched, the entire length of his cock disappeared down her throat. Suddenly she closed her mouth and he felt it to the soles of his feet.
“Oh my God,” he shuddered. He made two attempts before he could bring himself to touch her beautiful hair. It was funny, he had eaten her pussy, but felt he was too low to touch the woman’s hair. How screwy could you get? The cast system was alive and well in America.
“Uhm,” she said, slithering back and forth on the bed like a snake, while she mouthed his rigid cock. He gasped and held her head for a moment, then pushed her away with a whine of frustration.
“Enough,” he moaned. “I want to fuck you, but I’m about to cum in your mouth.”
“Yes,” she said simply, rolling over on her back. He watched her spread her nethery thighs. They were so inviting, so absolutely perfect. He crawled up on the bed, positioned himself over her prone body, and sank his cock between her legs. She moaned and intertwined her legs behind his back. With her leg propelling him forward, he slid in and out of her buttery soft moist lips. She was so hot inside. His cock nearly exploded after the first wonderful plunge up inside her body. It was a dream come true. While pumping away between her legs, he looked down into her beautiful face. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers. Without reservations, she sought his mouth, her tongue slid up inside his and explored, seeking his tongue. He moaned, not sure if he wanted to cry or scream. This was just too good.
This beautiful woman was the best fuck of his life. His only regret was that he was in the wrong room. He would have given anything to be in 1C and have a tape to commemorate the event.
Greg rolled her head over to the left and began kissing her ear and neck. He felt her shiver beneath him. He sucked on the pulsing vein in her neck for a moment, then put his tongue inside her ear. She gave a high-pitched whine. Suddenly he knew that she was ready. He had only been fucking her for about two minutes, but she was about to cum.
Greg intensified his attack on her juicy pussy. She was so wet, so damned hot.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, stiffening slightly.
“Are you coming?” he asked in a whisper.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “Oh God yes.”
“Tell me the moment before you cum,” he gasped, pumping away in her pussy.
“Almost,” she gasped. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, as if trying to hold off her orgasm. She began moaning louder and louder, then squealed.
Greg pulled out and slide down so he was facing her pussy. He plunged two fingers up inside her body and began licking her clit. She squealed, bouncing her pussy up off the bed, feeding it to his mouth. He pumped his fingers in and out of her hot pussy, while licking like a dog lapping spilled milk. She squealed, louder and louder until she stiffened and screamed at the top of her lungs. He continued eating and finger-fucking her juicy pussy, while she heaved and humped her pussy against his mouth. Her orgasm was massive. She tore the bedding off the bed, clenching it in her fists and rolling from side to side. He tried hard to maintain contact with her thrashing pussy. Finally she began to relax, and he knew he would have to stop. He froze, with his fingers still up inside her and his mouth closed around her small child-like pussy. She moaned in decreasing intensity until she lay silent. Suddenly she shot up off the bed.
“Why did you do that?” she asked.
“You didn’t like it?”
“Of course I liked it, it was incredible. But I wanted to feel your hard cock inside me.”
“I wasn’t wearing a rubber,” Greg said simply.
“Oh my God!” she gasped. “I… I forgot.”
“It’s just as well. You had a big orgasm and now I can watch while you finish me.”
“Yes,” she said with a smile. She patted the bed behind her. He slid up, found the pillows and put them behind his back. This was the moment he would always remember. This was the moment he would look down and see that heavenly creature sucking his dick like a common whore. But there was nothing common about her. She flew up and sat on his feet. He loved the feeling of that her ass pressing down on his ankles. She leaned forward and took his cock in her hand, then with a playful look, she again slid her mouth down the entire length, before closing her lips around the base.
“Oh yes,” Greg gasped. She smiled up into his eyes, while she slowly slid up and down on his cock. The suction from her lips was almost painful. He could feel her tongue pressed against the bottom of his cock, adding immensely to his pleasure. She suddenly stopped and licked the head of his cock with her tongue. He jerked up off the bed, starting to object, when she licked the sensitive area at the very end. But she didn’t linger there for long. She moved her closed lips up and down on the left side of his cock, before engulfing it again and bobbing up and down.
Greg had been close to coming before, now the fire in his balls was raging. He knew it would only be seconds. He burned the image of the goddess-like face smiling at him as she swallowed his cock. It would be his best memory. It would be a memory that would eventually spur him on to better things.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “I’m coming,” he gasped, as if in warning. She smiled sweetly, pausing with her mouth on the head of his cock. She sucked diligently, using her tongue to swirl around and around the head. Half of him wanted to scream “stop” but the other half endured the electric thrills rushing through his groin. Grunting with his eyes rolling back in his head, Greg stiffened. His cock began spurting thick cum into her sweet red lips. Her golden tanned cheeks sucked violently, as she milked his cock for it’s juices. Sucking like a straw, she watched his face as she milked his loins of it’s precious cum.
Thrashing around on the bed, Greg shot upright and looked down to watch until she finished him. Sensing that he’d had enough, she released his cock, pulled away, then sucked the last few drops from the head of his cock. He hissed as those beautiful lips touched his cock again, then she released him and rolled off his feet. He missed the soft warmth of her ass on his legs. It was extremely comforting.
“You are wonderful,” he gasped, pulling the blanket over his nakedness, as he watched the sway of her perfect ass make it’s way to the sink.
“It’s good to be appreciated again,” she smiled over her shoulder.
“You should be appreciated, ever single day of your life. I know I will never forget you.”
“Thanks,” she said with sincerity. She placed one foot up on the sink and washed her pussy with a washrag.
“And thanks for remembering to pull out,” she said again. “I had forgotten.”
“You don’t need a pregnancy marring that perfect body of yours,” he said, still admiring her perfect figure.
“I don’t need a pregnancy at all,” she smiled as she returned and bundled up in her robe. She hugged the robe around her body happily, while smiling down at him.
“That’s the way you should look, happy, smiling, and sexy as hell.”
“Shouldn’t… shouldn’t somebody be watching the office?” she asked.
“Oh hell,” he bounced up off the bed. She laughed as he ran into the bathroom and cleaned up, then quickly dressed and led her out of the room. The first thing he saw was Ethan, sitting on the hood of his red Mercedes. He stood and turned to watch the blonde cross the court and enter their room. He glowered at Greg, before hurrying inside his room and slamming the door.
“Fuck you very much,” Greg said, bowing toward the closed door. He turned and unlocked the office. He looked at the clock on the wall, amazed to see it was still only 9:00 o’clock in the evening. It seemed that days had passed, not a short, pathetic hour. How much a life can change in an hour.
A grey Aries K pulled into the court and parked by the front door. The same little old man climbed out which had been there the day before. He looked around timidly, before pushing through the glass door.
“Back again?” Greg asked happily. Nothing could spoil the good mood he was in tonight. He pushed a registration card across the counter with a black ink pen. The man took it, a little surprised, and began writing.
“Same room?” Greg asked.
“No, something closer to the office,” he said. Greg pushed the key to room 1D across the counter. The man again seemed surprised that he had to pay 63 dollars. Greg didn’t feel obligated to explain. As the little man pulled across the court, Greg pulled out the marked-up map of the county. He looked at the red squares in pride. There were six red squares on the map, squares representing his new six acres of land. His six acres encompassed the entire lake front area below Edgewood. The very land that Ethan had said would increase a hundred fold. Boy would he be surprised.

Three days passed, uneventful days. The red Mercedes had left the morning after his divine fuck. He missed her terribly and watched her tape over and over again. Just watching the tape brought back her smell, or the soft touch of her hands. He had to admit to himself, he was infatuated. The funny thing was, he didn’t even know her name.

“Bow Weevil!” Greg shouted at the television. He watched as the guy paused in indecision, then was buzzed out. Alex Trivet knew the answer, of course. Those assholes were so damned smug, when they could read the answers off a card.
“What is the Weevil?” Alex said condescendingly.
Lights flashed on the wall. Greg turned to see the red Mercedes pull up at the office door. His heart quickened, until he saw that only Ethan climbed out of the car. Ethan stormed inside the office and stood glaring down at him.
“I just found out,” Ethan said in a threatening manner.
“Oh good, I’m so glad,” Greg said sarcastically.
“You bought up lots 111 through 153 in Edgewood.”
“Yes, I did. I’m going to start a fishing camp. Want to buy in?”
“You found out, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but tell your boyfriend that your secret is safe with me,” Greg said with a smile.
“You found out we are developing Edgewood,” he accused.
“I don’t see how you can develop property that you don’t own. Now if you have a formal complaint, or accusation, please get on with it. If you are not here for a room, then get to hell out.”
“We have other options,” he said happily. “Edgewood was only one of a hundred such places. I will simply move on,” he said.
“Then move on,” Greg said in a bored voice.
“You will be stuck with that property. It will be practically worthless to you.”
“Whatever,” Greg pretended to be bored.
“I just wanted you to know who screwed you,” he said with a smile.
“Oh Ethan?”
“Yes,” he paused at the door.
“I would like you to see a tape. I’m planning on sending it to a certain husband, and perhaps a father. Are you interested?”
Ethan turned a sickly color. He took his hand off the door and took one step back toward the center of the room.
“Well?”
“That’s blackmail,” he said, not for a moment believing that Greg’s threat was an idle one.
“No, just business. If everything goes on as planned, it’s just one of my entertainment tapes. If not…” he left the threat hanging. Ethan turned and started for the door.
“Oh Ethan,” Greg called.
“What!” Ethan roared, spinning around.
“When will development begin at Edgewood?”
“Three months,” he said, without moving his lips. He crashed through the door and sped off down the road.
Greg took out his map and began writing on the squares. “Greg’s Gas Station, Greg’s Marina, Greg’s Grocery Store…”
Greg never did find out who the blonde was. As his wealth increased and he retired a few years later, he married a woman who was quite similar to her. But he never forgot the blonde and never would.

The old man, as it turned out, was the inspector for the hotel chain. Thanks to him, Greg got a nice promotion. He really didn’t need it, he was a millionaire.

Open Arms Motel

Greg laboriously marked through a word on his newspaper, nodding to himself and mumbling, as someone would who was alone and bored often did. He went to 12 down and tapped it emphatically.
“The _______ of Panama,” he read to himself. His voice echoed hollowly in the small motel office. He thought for a moment, drumming his pencil on the desk. Ismus was the most likely word, but it didn’t fit in the 7 spaces provided. The ice machine clattered, dropping a load of ice, and startling him out of his wits. He looked up in time to see a red Mercedes pulling close to the door. Water cascaded off the car so hard, that it was hard to tell that the car was red. Rain poured down in curtains.
A man in a windbreaker opened the car’s door, activating a myriad of custom interior lights. A long-haired, sensuous blonde turned to stare at Greg briefly, then looked straight ahead as if he no longer existed. The man ran inside.
With a vision of the blonde burned into his brain, Greg gave the man his warmest smile. He would suck up to this guy, to get a better look at the blonde. She was high class material. There was only one room in the hotel fit for these people, room 1C.
“Yes sir?”
“I need a room,” the man said with a slight English accent.
“For two?”
“Yes. And I want a room on the ground floor, so I can keep an eye on my car.”
They are all on the ground floor, moron, Greg thought to himself. It’s a one-story motel.
“I have just the room. 1C, right across the court. That way you can watch the car, and I can see it from here as well.”
“Well, thank you,” the man was pleased.
“More than welcome,” Greg slid him the card and a pen. Predictably, the man took a pen from his own pocket, rather than using a “common” pen. How did Greg know he would do that? Because Greg had seen a hundred such pompous assholes like this. Some were rich and privileged, and some pretended to be. He knew exactly what they would do. For instance, he knew the man would ask for a bell boy, even though it was obvious that the motel didn’t maintain a bell boy staff.
“Can you have someone bring in our bags?” the man asked hopefully.
“Of course, sir, it’s a slack period right now, I believe I will handle that myself.”
“Well thank you,” the man said, again pleased. He slipped Greg an extra hundred dollars, for his 80 dollar room.
“You have too much here,” Greg said, grinding his teeth in an effort to maintain his smile.
“Just keep that between ourselves,” the man said, patting his hand. Greg wanted to vomit, but he smiled and pocketed the money. He grabbed his poncho and threw it on, on the way to the door. He would have handled the bags for free, just for the privilege of watching those long legs swing out of the car. And, to make sure they put the suitcases in the right place. One suitcase in front of the mirror could ruin his entire evening.
He was not disappointed. The blonde swung her legs out the door, then paused, looking up at the sky.
“Yup, that’s where it comes from,” Greg mumbled, while staring at her long, slender legs. Her dress was slit up the side, revealing her entire leg clear up to her panties. She didn’t seem to mind when Greg stared. In fact she turned and gave him a sultry look, before following her man into the motel.
“That’s a high class fuck,” Greg mumbled, just as the man ran out into the courtyard. He laughed and pressed a button on his key chain. The trunk popped open automatically, which made Greg wonder why the asshole had kept him waiting in the rain.
“Just two bags,” the man said, lifting the lid. “That one and this,” he said, taking a cosmetic case from the trunk. Greg took the huge suitcase from the trunk. He groaned as he lifted it, then sprinted for the door. He stopped just inside the door and opened the motel’s complimentary suitcase holder. He laid the suitcase on the webbed belts of the holder, then turned it so it faced the bed. He resisted the urge to look at the mirror, across from the two beds. He started to leave the room, when the man forced another hundred dollar bill on him. He took it, of course. Doing crosswords was an expensive habit.
Greg couldn’t wait to return to his office. He leaped over the counter, and checked to make sure no lights were blinking on the switchboard, then he hurried into the back office. Leaving the door partially open so he could watch the front door, he turned on a television, then activated a vcr. He waited for the picture of the motel room to fill the screen. It was perfect.
“TV 1C live is up and running,” he mumbled in his best Bruce Willis imitation. He didn’t record, there was nothing to see yet. The blonde was sitting on the bed, facing the bathroom, while the man washed his face and hands in the sink.
“…no, Oak Ridge,” the man called to the woman.
“Oak Ridge will take three years and three million dollars to develop. We should start at Edgewood.”
“Wow, a killer body and brains to match,” Greg mumbled.
“Edgewood will take less development, but give us fewer returns. We may need the extra money which Oak Ridge can provide,” he said, drying his hands on a white towel. He sat on the bed beside her and kissed her soundly, while his hand slid beneath her dress. She finished the kiss, then shook her head.
“Money which may not be fully realized for 8 to ten years,” she objected. “Edgewood is a lower class development which will give us instant returns. Face it Ethan, we have no choice, not if we want to borrow the money from my father. Father does not loan 3 million dollars over such a long period. He could do better with mutual funds.”
“Killer body, smart, and rich,” Greg said, even more impressed. Edgewood, he thought to himself. There was an edgewood up by the lake. But it was a rural area with a few disreputable hunting cabins and trees. It was a nice area though, mostly made up of birch and a few maples. It was on a hill overlooking the lake. There was a carpet of leaves and very little underbrush, which made it ideal for hunting, picnicking, or just walking. If a man had money, he could buy up a big piece of it dirt cheap. The Edgewood sign had been put up by an old hunter who died three years before. People pretty much figured the sign was intended as a joke. Could it be the same place? Maybe, otherwise why would they stay in an 80 dollar hotel, when they were obviously used to an 800 dollar suite?
Oh, oh, things were heating up. The man had his hand under her dress, rubbing the crotch of her panties, as he pushed her back on the bed, in the middle of a passionate kiss. Greg leaned forward and started the recorder.
Even in the throes of passion, the woman planned ahead. She undid the man’s tie and hung it over the swiveling light without even looking. Greg figured she must be using the force or something, then he realized that she was watching their reflections in the mirror. Kinky bitch.
The blonde began undoing the man’s buttons, but she was too slow. He sat up and finished the job for her, while she slithered out of her velvety dress. She wore a white bra with lace trim, and a matching white lace thong. Her bra and panties were startling white, against the perfect golden tan of her body. There were no annoying tan lines on her body, the tan was uniform and perfect from forehead to toes. She undid her bra and laid it over the chair.
The man started to kiss her again, but she held up a hand to stop him. “Protection,” she said simply. She leaned down and picked up the small case. Greg enjoyed the way her breasts jiggled and swayed, until he saw where she was heading. In horror, he watched her approaching the mirror, behind which the camera was hidden. He watched in agony as she sat the case below the camera and opened the lid.
“No!” he screamed. The lid now hid the bed from sight.
“Have you seen my diaphragm?” she asked. He saw the top of the man’s head approach, barely visible over the top of the case. In a moment the girl disappeared. The man’s head turned away from the mirror.
Greg moaned in helpless agony. He had planned it out so well. Last summer when the manager of the motel went on vacation, Greg had closed up room 1D and ripped the wall out. He hardwired a high-priced surveillance camera into the motel’s circuitry and hid it in the wall between 1D and 1C, behind 1C’s mirror. He then replaced the mirror with a two way mirror which cost him a fortune.
He realized that a modern miniature camera could be easily hidden inside the room, but he wanted high quality tape and sound so he could sell it. It took two weeks of agonizing work to finish the job in his spare time. If he had planned ahead, he would have made some type of access panel for the camera, or he would have mounted it higher, behind the two-way mirror. This was not the first time such a thing had happened. There had been many such disappointments. He should have realized that people would put their suitcases on the desk. People were slobs.
The top of the woman’s head returned. She snapped something shut, then closed the lid on the case. Her wonderful breasts reappeared so tantalizing and close he could almost touch them. He could even see a sprinkling of freckles on and between her breasts. She took the case down and set it on the floor beneath the desk then stood, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Even her belly button was sexy, Greg observed. It was perfectly round with a half fold inside.
Greg wanted to run across the courtyard and kiss her. He couldn’t be happier. This sweet lady would make him rich. He could get big money for an original x-rated tape with such a hot, high-classed babe on it.
“You look good enough to eat,” the man leered.
“I am. I used the cherry flavored spermicide.”
“Wh… what?” Greg yelled. “Don’t ruin my tape,” he warned, shaking his finger at the screen.
He saw the headlights of a car pull up outside. He should have turned on the “no vacancy” sign, but the manager would kill him if he saw it on, with only three cars in the courtyard. He stood undecided, with his body in the door, but his attention on the tv screen. An old man hurried to the door and stepped inside. Greg reluctantly closed the office door.
“A game?” the old man asked.
“Huh?”
“You watching a game in there?”
“Oh, no. It’s a family… uh, video.”
“Sounds like they’re fighting. I need a room.”
“Here you go, room 1M,” Greg pushed the key across the desk.
“Shouldn’t I sign something?”
“No, I trust you. Just give me 40 bucks and we’ll call it even. Ok?”
“Sure,” the man said in surprise. He slid two twenties across the desk and left with the key, looking over his shoulder at Greg as he did.
Greg busted through the office door to see the blonde now naked, laying across the bed. The man was on his knees beside the bed, eating her delicious looking pussy. The blonde was mashing her tits in her hands, withering and moaning with her face twisted in pleasure. Her golden hair was spread across the bedspread like a cascade of morning light. Her long, slender body was absolutely perfect, achingly flawless like a box of white fudge.
“Oh - my - God,” Greg gasped in astonishment. “Why can’t I find a girl like that? Why do all my dates look… and smell, like washerwomen?” Probably because they were washerwomen, he thought with a smile. He mostly fucked the motel maids.
The man watched the blonde’s face, as he gave her a good eating. He plastered his mouth against her pussy and shook his mouth from side to side, while she made a loud keening sound.
She lifted her legs and put one on each of his shoulders. He massaged her left leg, while continuing to eat. Finally she sat up and grabbed his head, lifting him. She turned over on her stomach with her knees on the floor. He sank down behind her, took his cock in his hand, and guided it into her wet pussy.
“Oh yes,” she cried, shuddering, grabbing the blankets in her hands and twisting them as he slid in and out of her inviting pussy. “Fuck me good, Ethan,” she gasped.
“Yes, fuck her good, Ethan,” Greg said eagerly. He leaned forward, watching every movement, while chewing on his finger nails. His cock was hard, straining against his pants. He resisted the urge to take it out. A customer could come in at any time.
“Shit, Ethan, I’m coming,” the blonde suddenly gasped. She twisted slightly, looking over her left shoulder. Her perfect breast was now visible again. Greg ached to touch it, to kiss it.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, she chanted, clutching at his body as he pumped his cock into her ass.
“Oh, oh, eeeeeeeeee!” she screamed. She fell face down on the bed and beat on the bed with fists. Ethan continued to fuck her, unrelentingly. She screamed again, hunching her ass against his pelvis. Shaking her head violently, she finally fell face down again and sobbed softly into the blankets. She sat up and turned, pushing him away.
“Stop, stop,” she screamed, clawing at his body. He froze in place, allowing her sensitive pussy to relax around his impaling cock. She lay gasping for breath for several minutes, before she turned and smiled at him over her shoulder. He started again, slowly.
“He’s well-trained,” Greg observed. He rushed to the door and looked out. The coke machine reflected in the front door. Greg was thirsty. He took a dollar from the till and hurried over to the machine. The can dropped down and he rushed back. Nothing had changed. Ethan was slowly pumping away in her pussy again. She was making animal noises and clawing the bed.
“What a fucking show,” Greg said, taking a sip of his coke. He checked his watch. It was 2:00 o’clock AM, he had his first wake-up call at 4:00 AM. He had plenty of time.
Ethan was pumping his cock into the creamy white flesh of the blonde’s ass. She was crying again, moaning, hissing, withering as his impaling rod slammed in and out of her soft, jiggling ass. He seemed unstoppable. Greg wondered what he used to stay hard for so long. Greg was usually gone in 60 seconds.
“Oh fuck,” Ethan finally moaned, pumping harder. His slamming pelvis made the sweet blonde bounce on the bed. The bed springs were squeaking like crazy. The blonde was biting her lip. She turned and watched their reflection in the mirror, with her face twisted in passion.
Greg could almost feel himself fucking that lovely lady. She was the hottest woman he had ever seen, outside of a professional X-rated tape. And she was making a tape just for him.
“Oh fuck!” Ethan screamed without warning. He stiffened, jerking behind the sweet blonde’s ass. She ground her ass against his cock desperately, hoping for a second orgasm. But it was too late, Ethan was filling her sweet pussy with the last few spurts of cum, then he pulled out and collapsed on the bed. She looked on in disappointment. Finally she crawled up on the bed, and began fingering her pussy, while watching her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t know that she was staring directly at the camera. Would she mind if she did know? She obviously liked watching herself, but on the other hand, who wouldn’t. She was perfect.
She began rotating her fingers inside her spread pussy. Both knees were thrown wide, her back was against the headboard, which creaked slightly at her hectic activity. Never taking her eyes off her own reflection, she stirred that tasty pudding with desperate fingers until she finally screamed and threw her head back, still rotating her fingers as her pussy spasmed and clenched around them.
Greg sat in awed silence, watching the most fantastic masturbation he had ever seen. She screamed and withered for several full minutes, before she slid her fingers into her mouth and sank down to relax on the bed.
“I never get tired of seeing that?” Ethan said, drying his crotch on a towel.
“Me either,” Greg said in awe.
“You could have finished me yourself, asshole.”
“And missed that show? Besides, you love making love to yourself.”
“True,” she said, smiling as she lit a cigarette.
“Ok, we will start with Edgewood. We can survey the area tomorrow and see if it’s all that Griffith said it would be. If it is, we can start buying up land next week. But, we need entire blocks. I’m not building at all if we have to negotiate with hold-outs. We are too low on capital.”
“We have to spend another night here?” the blonde asked.
“Hey, it’s not too bad. I think the guy behind the desk has a thing for me,” Ethan laughed.
“What!” Greg yelled.
“I’d let him lick my ass,” she said with a smile.
“When?” Greg cried.
“Hey, that’s my ass,” Ethan said playfully.
“The hell it is. You may use my brain if you like, but not my ass. That’s still mine.”
“Fair enough.”
“When!” Greg yelled, beating his hands on the desk.
“Did you hear something?” Ethan asked, listening carefully.
“Oh fuck,” Greg said, covering his mouth.
“Hello?”
Greg gasped in horror. He shut off the tv and hurried out into the front office. The little old man was back.
“Yes?”

May Day - Part 2

“We are going to die,” a small, frightened voice said from the darkness. Mandy’s eyes blinked open. She looked around. It was early morning, she could barely distinguish the shapes of men leaning against the yellow rubber tent around her. The raft was full of water, up to the tops of their reclining legs. Nobody had bothered to bail.
“Of course we’re going to die,” the First Mate lashed out. “We don’t have a chance in hell of surviving long enough to be rescued.”
“Why?” Mandy asked in a scratchy voice. She tried to move her legs and found a heavy body laying across them. She kicked it away. It was a dead body.
“There’s a dead man in here,” she shivered.
“The Captain,” the First Mate said regrettably. “He couldn’t swim, he drowned. I found him tangled the end of the rope. He got off easy. It will be a long haul for the rest of us.”
“Why won’t we be rescued?” Mandy insisted.
“Because we have been blowing ahead of this storm for the past 8 hours, with the tent on this liferaft acting as a sail. We are now a hundred miles northeast of where the ship went down, or in other words, the middle of the ocean. And to top that off we don’t think our mayday was received. You can fool yourself, but we are fucked.”
“Bullshit,” Mandy said, kicking the dead Captain away. “Somebody get rid of the Captain, please, we need the room.”
“We might need him,” the First Mate said sullenly.
“Why,” Mandy regretted the question the moment she asked it. Suddenly the answer was clear. He might be their only source of food.
“Get rid of it,” she insisted.
“Go ahead,” the First Mate shrugged. Two seamen leaned forward, pulled the dead Captain to the opening, and slid him out.
“These rafts have fishing gear and emergency water gear, don’t they?” Mandy asked.
“Yeah, for all the good it will do us.”
“You stupid shit, you are the First Mate. You are supposed to be trying to save us!” Mandy screamed.
“I was First Mate of the Victoria, not this fucking raft. If you want saving, do it yourself.”
“Somebody please find the distillery,” she said to the dark faces around her. She saw a figure digging into a canvas pouch. He handed her the inflatable distillery. He retained the fishing gear, knife, and flashlight.
“The catch basin is full, but salty,” Mat called after sucking briefly on the rubber straw. Rain water had collected on top of the raft and run down into the catch basin. But so much saltwater had blown around, as to make the water undrinkable.
“Drain it,” Mandy said reluctantly.
“We don’t have bait,” Peter called anxiously.
“You just chucked it overboard,” the First Mate growled.
“Oh shit,” Mandy said, putting a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t think of that.”
“He’s right there,” Jason said. Mandy could see him pointing through the opening. She crawled to the opening and looked outside. Captain Rinker was floating face down, just a few feet away. She leaned out and pulled him close.
“Does anybody have a knife?” she asked. She heard the click of three knives. She accepted the first one and cut the rope trailing from the raft. The Captain was starting to drift away. She paddled the raft closer and grabbed the Captain’s shirt. By poking a hole through his collar, she anchored him to the boat with the shortened rope. She felt a hand on her rounded ass as she began to reenter the raft. She turned to find Jason facing her.
“Did you lose something?” she asked.
“You have a nice ass… Well I figured if we are about to die anyway, I would like to… I wanted to touch…”
“I understand. You’re a virgin, aren’t you.”
“Yes.”
“Well let’s get the line out, and the distillery going, then we can fuck. It would be a great way to warm up and get our minds off things. But first, can you guys bail this damned water out of here? I would like to sit on something dry.
“What with?” Mat asked.
“Well… use your shoe,” she said, seeing nothing else around. Even the First Mate began to bail. Licking his lips, his eyes never left her ass. Mandy knew what he wanted, it was actually the same thing that she wanted. She hadn’t had a good fuck since… 11th grade?
“Oh gross,” Peter said, cutting into the dead Captain’s arm. “Somebody else can do this next time,” he said, tossing the three baited lines into the water.
“You won’t need him next time, save the fish innards for bait. They work better anyway, unless somebody feels like opening the Captain up and using his liver.
“You guys can do what you like, but I’m getting out of these wet clothes,” Mandy said, pulling up her shirt. The eyes of the men widened in anticipation. Her white bra-encased tits jiggled as they sprang free. Jason inched forward, licking his lips in anticipation. The sun suddenly appeared over the horizon, giving the scene a pleasant orange glow. Mandy smiled sweetly, seeing that she had the men’s attention. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Her tits were white, cold, and covered with ridges from wet clothes. But to Jason, they were the best pair of tits he had ever seen.
She rubbed her cold tits, then reached up and slid her wet clothing into the ridge above her. The bra dangled enticingly near Jason’s face. He leaned close to it and inhaled.
“Sniff all you want, I want what comes off next,” the First Mate said, looking at her ass. She smiled and shucked off her shoes, then rolled down her socks and handed them to the First Mate. He scowled and tossed them against the side of the tent.
Mandy grabbed the belt on her trousers, then stopped, looking around the spacious raft.
“Well?” she asked, looking from one face to another.
“Well what, do you want us to turn around?” the First Mate sneered.
“No, but I don’t see why I’m stripping alone.”
“Because you are the best form of entertainment for hundreds of miles around,” the First Mate said, but he began pulling on his shirt. The other’s followed his example.
Mandy forced her pants down and off her ankles. Sitting naked and cold in her white panties, she suddenly felt dirty. She looked through the opening of the tent, only to see the white flesh of the Captain bobbing outside the door.
“We really do have to get rid of him,” she said in disgust. “I want to take a bath.”
“I’ll take care of it,” the First Mate said. He laboriously hacked off a hand, stuck it in the compartment outside, with the life ring, then pushed the body away. The wind had picked up again. It quickly separated the raft from the waterlogged body. With a shiver, Mandy slid over the side, into the freezing water. She washed quickly, under her arms and between her legs. In seconds, she was scrambling up the small four runged ladder. She fell into the raft, shivering. Jason quickly covered her shivering body with her plastic rain jacket.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. She looked at him, shivering half to death, and gave him a brave smile.
“So who’s first?” the First Mate asked casually.
“I… Jason,” she shivered, turning to face the men. “I want Jason to fuck me first, but I will go down on one of the other three.”
“I’m all for that,” the First Mate smiled. She nodded and crawled near him.
“Wh… what do I do?” Jason asked nervously.
“Here, I’ll talk you through it,” Mat said eagerly.
“Oh, oh, he’s in trouble now,” Peter joked. He moved closer to Mandy and took her hanging breasts into his hands.
“Oh hell, that feels good,” Mandy gasped, looking down at his gently kneading hands. The First Mate was now naked. He spread his legs and coaxed Mandy forward. Mandy crawled between his legs and lowered her mouth to his cock. It had gotten hard in anticipation.
Mandy felt her panties being jerked off her ass. She closed her legs so the panties could be taken off without destroying them. In a moment she lifted her feet and the panties thrown across the tent. Naked, but not overly-cold, Mandy spread her legs wide. She felt several hands caressing her perfectly rounded ass. In another moment one mouth glued itself to her pussy and began sucking. The tongue began probing her young, tasty pussy flesh. A second mouth began kissing the rounded cheeks of her ass. It licked and kissed her pleasantly-shaped ass liberally, then concentrated on licking her asshole. She moaned in delight. This elicited a sympathetic moan from the stolid features of the First Mate.
Peter pushed the First Mate’s leg aside and laid beneath Mandy. His mouth began feasting on her ample left breast.
Mandy was in absolute heaven. She desperately wanted to feel a cock plunge up inside her pussy, but the combined forces of three mouths was pleasure enough for any woman. She knew that a cock in her pussy, would preclude a mouth on her ass. She liked the mouth reaming her asshole. Nobody had ever done that too her before. It created a warm, pleasant heat in her ass.
Peter’s mouth on her breast was absolute heaven. The warmth and electric thrills from his mouth spread throughout her chest and down to her pussy. The mouth in her pussy licked her and there, as if tasting every little portion of her woman sex. It finally concentrated on her clit and began licking it brutally. Mandy moaned and nearly bit the First Mate’s cock. He felt the teeth on his cock and hissed. His hand went to the back of her head, then rested there as she bobbed up and down on his stiff manhood.
Mat pulled Mandy’s ass cheeks apart and tried to stick his tongue inside her ass. His forehead was pressed against Jason’s, who eagerly licked he clit, occasionally sucking it into his mouth. Finally he dropped his mouth to the lower part of her cunt, inserted his tongue into her vulva, and tongue fucked her as quickly as he could. He could taste her abundant juices. The combination of sea salt and her natural sweet lubricant were amazing. He had never smelled or tasted anything so erotic.
“I need to fuck her,” Jason gasped. Mat reluctantly backed away. He crawled on his knees around Mandy and laid on his back so he could nurse on her right breast. Mandy loved this change, but not as much as she loved the touch of a hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. She paused, waiting for that first initial thrust. When it came she cried out around the First Mate’s cock and sank all the way down to it’s base, like a sword swallower. He moaned and held the back of her head, forcing her to stay down for several minutes. He finally released her as she began to struggle for breath. By that time Jason was pounding away at her ass. She was heating up quickly, about to have a major orgasm. She was afraid that Jason just wouldn’t care. He would continue on until he was satisfied. She clamped her pussy shut around him, trying to hold him in place for a moment and slow him down. It only served to intensify the feeling inside her womanhood. The thrill she received from the cock plunging in and out was enormous. At times she even forgot to pleasure the First Mate. He didn’t seem to mind, he knew that prolonging his blowjob would only intensify his orgasm.
Mat and Peter nursed on her tits like a pair of twins. They sucked and caressed her soft flesh, intensifying her pleasure even more. She was in absolute heaven. Nothing had even come close to the pleasure she was feeling. Now she saw the advantages to an orgy, and knew why it was so popular. She didn’t know it was possible to feel so much pleasure, from so many different areas. Even the blowjob she gave the First Mate, gave her pleasure. She needed something to suck, while going through so much intense enjoyment. Everything felt absolutely perfect.
It was no wonder that her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. At one moment she was marveling at the heat and electric jolts of pleasure in her lower body, then her orgasm hit her instantly. She screamed, holding the First Mate’s cock in her hand and pumping it absently, while her pussy spasmed around Jason’s cock. He continued plunging in and out of her pussy, even while she was coming. She cried softly, enduring the savage thrusts of Jason’s cock, his pounding hips, and the wonderful way his balls pounded against her clit. As she became sensitive, she tried to pull away or force him back, but he ignored her futile efforts. Suddenly he cried out and stiffened, jerking against her lush ass and moaning loudly, while his cum filled her hot pussy. The juices combined to create a great heat in her womanhood. Her loins were boiling, already anticipating a second good fucking. She continued to fist the First Mate’s cock. He began moaning and tried to force her hand down on his cock. Suddenly realizing why he was so urgent, she dropped to her elbows and engulfed his cock with her open lips. She was just in time. His cock began spurting thick white cream into her waiting lips. She swallowed urgently, until she caught up with the spurting liquid, then sucked gently until his orgasm stopped and the flow of cream as well. She sucked for a moment, despite his objections, then licked the head clean, before sitting up on her heels.
One good thing about making love in a raft, was that her knees didn’t hurt. They were well-padded. Mandy went to the opening in the tent, sat on the rubber inner-tube, and spread her legs wide. With four eager eyes watching, she managed to wash her pussy clean. She slid back inside, then noticed something pulling on the rope, surrounding the raft.
“The rope is moving,” she pointed.
“The fishing lines,” Mat gasped, racing forward. He wrapped the line around his knife handle so he could pull the fish into the boat. It was a very large fish, a variety of drum.
“Food,” Mat said joyously.
“We won’t starve today,” Mandy said happily.
“Our turn,” Peter said anxiously, grabbing Mandy’s right breast. Mat nodded in agreement. He checked the now frayed piece of the Captain’s arm, then tossed the line over the side. The fish flopped on the raft floor near the First Mate. He retrieved his knife, from the sheath on his belt, held the fish by the gills, and skewered it’s head. He tossed it into the unused side of the raft, while refolding his knife.
“He’ll probably go fifteen pounds,” he said in satisfaction. “Could last us for several days.”
“We can’t cook it, should we dry it?” Mandy asked.
“Naw, we need all the moisture we can get. Dip it in salt water for a while and it will taste just fine. You’ll be surprised.”
“Our turn,” Mat said urgently.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” Mandy said sweetly. She had been told once that if a man needed sex badly, his balls would hurt. The way Mat was holding his hand on his crotch, reinforced that theory.
“While you guys are fucking, I’m going to eat,” the First Mate said, crawling toward the fish.
“Let me wash up first,” Mandy said, then giggled when she saw the First Mate pause with the fish in his hand. He smiled and shook the fish, then flipped out his knife.
“I would like to eat you,” Mat said hesitantly.
“I just fucked her,” Peter said in disgust.
“Hey, that doesn’t ruin it, you know,” Mandy said. “All is need is somebody to hold my feet while I wash it out.”
Mat nodded and moved closer. Mandy sat on the inner-tube, in the opening, and slid her ass out over the water. While Mat held her feet, to keep her from falling, she opened her pussy with the fingers of her left hand, while flushing it out with her right.
“That’s fucking cold,” Mandy growled.
“I’ll warm it up again,” Mat promised.
“BBBBLLLLLLLAAAAAATTTTTTT!!!” the raft vibrated under the blast of an air horn. Mandy screamed and pulled herself into the raft. She peeked out to see a huge oil tanker bobbing to the South, less that a mile away.
“Holy shit,” she said, grabbing clothes and throwing them on. “It’s a ship!”
The First Mate stopped chewing. He looked at the raw fish in his hand and tossed it across the raft. He wiped his hands and started dressing as well.
“But it was our turn,” Mat objected as he watched Mandy’s smooth ass sliding into a pair of pants. She gave him an amazed look and buttoned her shirt.
“The world is full of ass, fuckhead, but the ocean is not full of ships,” the First Mate said, pulling on his shoes. “Which would you rather do, fuck and die, or live and pick up a piece of ass later?”
Mat looked from Mandy to the First Mate, thinking hard.
“I’m flattered,” Mandy laughed. “There’s a boat coming.”
The First Mate destroyed the raft before stepping into the lifeboat. He watched with a sad look as it sank from site.
“It’s only a raft,” Mandy said, putting an arm on his shoulder.
“No, it’s the last piece of the Victoria, and the last we will see of the Captain. I suppose we should have returned his arm for burial, but I’m not touching the damned thing.”
They were welcomed aboard. The crew was immediately ushered to their own quarters, a stateroom for Mandy, and berthing with the crew for the guys. It was good to get warm and full. It was good to see bright light and people. But Mat still had one grip.
“Oh, ok,” Mandy said as they sipped coffee. “Get Jason and come down to my cabin,” she said with a forlorned look. Mat jumped to his feet and ran off. Mandy smiled and finished her coffee.
“You finally told him,” the First Mate said, walking up behind her.
“Yeah. I figured he’d suffered long enough. You dropping by later?”
“Sure, I could use a good fuck, and you certainly are a good one. We are three days from New York, have fun,” he said, walking off chuckling.
“Oh I will,” she whispered, looking around the mess decks at the crew, who looked back at her with a great deal of interest. Of the thirty faces around her, only three were women, and two of those looked interested.
“Oh I certainly will,” she sighed happily.

May Day

“Get those hatch covers on!” the First Mate yelled, pushing seamen toward the treacherous deck.
“We’ll be killed,” a young man yelled.
“Then be killed, damn you, but save your ship. Get those hatch covers on now,” he threatened.
Jason, Mat, and Peter reluctantly ran out on deck. They took the hatch covers and fought the wind and waves to put them into place. Waves washed over the ship, threatening to wash the men overboard. Their yellow rain gear wouldn’t help to find them in such a storm, if they did go over the side. Of course they wouldn’t live long in the freezing waters 300 miles off the costs of Newfoundland.
Below decks a cute little brunette in rain gear sat with one hand on each side of the tiny toilet, as she tried to pee without getting the dangerous chemicals splashed into her pussy. She didn’t need toxic shock now, not when all hands were needed on deck. But nature called, even in a massive storm.
Pee gushed from the tiny pussy into the blue liquid sloshing below. On some women a pussy was simply a huge ugly gash between their legs. But on Mandy, it was a tiny, intricately-carved treasure of great beauty. A perfect replica of a 12 year old girl, only larger. In addition to being tiny, her pussy had small delicate lips, a perfectly-rounded mound, and it was surrounded by clear, unblemished skin. It was neat and clean, or as sailors were fond of saying, it was eating material.
At the moment, it was just something that Mandy peed with. She wiped her small, sparsely haired pussy on a wad of toilet paper, then stood and began pulling on clothing. She wiggled into her wet panties, grabbed her wet trousers and pulled with all her might, while squirming and wiggling like a snake. It seemed that every particle of wet clothing wanted to stick to her slender white legs. Her yellow rain trousers were last. These slid on easily. Snapping the suspenders, she pulled on the ugly hat and ran up the ladder while snapping the strap beneath her chin.
Mandy Baker started to spring out on deck, but the First Mate grabbed her arm and slammed her back against the bulkhead.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Out there to help.”
“No you’re not. I’m not coming back with the only woman onboard dead or lost at sea. Back down below.”
Mandy knew he had a crush on her. Most of the crew did. She couldn’t help it if men found her attractive. She didn’t join the crew to flirt, she simply wanted to work like the rest of them. And long line fishing was the easiest way to make a lot of money fast.
“Fuck you,” she said, pushing past him. She immediately regretted her perseverance. A wave hit her full in the face, smashing her head into the cabin. Her ears rang and white lights flickered in her eyes. Slowly her vision cleared. She found herself in the firm grip of the First Mate.
“Th… thanks,” she said reluctantly.
“You’re welcome. Now get back to work, break’s over,” he said, pushing her into the melee.
“You are such an asshole,” she screamed as she ran to help with the hatch covers. She heard a hammer banging away. The ship was old, made of wood. Nailing was the only way to guarantee that the covers stayed sealed. She ran forward and plopped her rounded ass down on a cover. She felt the vibration of the hammer striking the hatch through her ass and pussy. It was quite a thrill.
She saw the next wave curling over the ship. She yelled a warning, then grabbed the edge of the hatch cover. The wave tried to tear her free, but she held on. The water cleared and she saw the other three seamen running for cover. She shot to her feet and ran for the cabin. She had a brief glimpse of the Captain, up on the bridge staring down at her. He looked frightened. But there was so much wind and rain in her face, it was hard to see anything. She could be mistaken. Only the wildly flickering lightning, lit the deck so she could find her way.
The First Mate met Mandy at the hatch. “Bilge pump can’t keep up with the water. We need a bailing party right now,” he yelled, pointing below.
“Are we sinking?” she screamed to be heard against the wind. It was easier for a man’s voice to be heard over the wind, than a woman’s.
“Yes.”
“Don’t sugar coat it on my account,” she murmured as she ran down the ladder. Buckets were being passed out. Her descent was stopped by a five gallon bucket, half full of water, being shoved against her chest. She started to hurry up the stairs, but found the First Mate waiting with his hands out. She passed the bucket on to him and turned to receive the next. The first bucket went flying past her face, down to Peter, who was dipping. He started to complain at being splashed, but stopped at the First Mate’s dark scowl. Mandy handed the next bucket up the stairs. In a moment it barely missed her face, on the way back down. She glared and the First Mate signaled that she should stand back on the right side of the stairs. In a few more minutes the bailing party was running smoothly. But it wasn’t enough. The water came in around hatches, the gangway near the front of the ship, and the matching hatch and gangway beneath the bridge. They were losing the battle.
“Isn’t there some kind of emergency pump?” Mandy screamed.
“Yes,” the First Mate said, as he took the next bucket.
“So why aren’t we using it?”
“It’s on the pier. It needs maintenance.”
“This sucks,” Mandy said, feeling her fear intensify. In all likelihood, they were going to die. She knew that fishing was a dangerous job, but she always believed that it would claim others, the sloppy or ill-prepared, not her. Her life was too ordered, too planned to die at such a young age.
“Tired?” the First Mate asked.
“Exhausted.”
“Take a break.”
“Not unless everyone else does.”
“We will, one at a time. You’re first.”
“Oh,” Mandy said, collapsing on the stairs.
“Not there, up on the bridge. Give the Captain a report on our status, and get some coffee into you, it will be a long night.”
“What IS our status?”
“Fucking grave. I think there’s a hole somewhere. The holds are half full, we will sink in… three hours, maybe four unless the weather clears. The only good news is that the flooded holds have steadied the ship so it’s easier to bail.”
“Oh hell,” Mandy said, climbing past the First Mate. She stopped and looked back at the hectic scene below, it seemed surreal. The harsh emergency lights gave a ghostly aura to everything below. The First Mate tossed a bucket full of water out on the flooded deck, then motioned for her to leave. She gave a shudder and hurried up the ladder to the bridge.
“How is it?” the Captain shouted over the roar of the wind.
“Bad, Captain. The First Mate say’s we are going down in three, maybe four hours.”
“I figured. I want you to go to the forward section and see if you can find any damage. I think a hard wave may have cracked her ribs. Look for a hole up forward.”
“I… I don’t know anything about ships.”
“Do you know about water?”
“Yes sir.”
“Then get forward and look. This storm is predicted to last for another 8 hours. We don’t have that long.”
“Yes sir,” Mandy yelled, running down the ladder. She explained to the First Mate on the way past, then went out on deck. It was hell. In normal weather the 87 foot long liner seemed short. But in the wind and waves, it was pure death. It took Mandy seven minutes to make her way 20 feet across the open deck. She arrived at the forward hatch battered and drenched. She didn’t want to make that trip back again.
The comparative silence inside the forward compartment was a blessing. Salt and mold assailed her nose. Tar and old ropes filled the compartment. The ship had been built in 1947, it was made of wood, unlike most new vessels. The tar was used for patching and maintenance. Now, as she looked at the black buckets, they were floating in water. She took the emergency light from where it hung beside her, and shined it around the locker. She immediately saw the problem. A broken board was allowing a deluge of water inside. Could she fix it? Mandy was getting hot in the small cabin. She took off her rain gear and approached the hole. She pried open a black bucket and retrieved a wooden slat floating in the water. She dipped the tar out of the bucket, then dabbed it at the hole. The running water kept most of the tar from sticking. It simply shot inside on the gush of water, and bobbed around her with the assortment of trash. It wasn’t working. She stopped, pressed her foot against the hole, and pushed, trying to push the two pieces closed. The broken board disappeared through the hole, letting in three times the amount of water.
“Oh fuck,” she yelled. They were lost and it was all her fault. Of course she didn’t have to tell them that.
“Oh shit,” she screamed, quickly pulling on her rain gear as the water collected in the little room up to her knees. Before she had her rain gear on, it had reached her hip pockets. The water was as cold as death.
“No!” she screamed again at the water. She hurriedly climbed the wooden ladder and undid the hatch. She slammed the hatch cover down and locked it. A wave roared over her. She felt herself going over the side. She screamed and grabbed at the railing as she was about to be flung into the water. She held on for dear life, watching the wake of the bow crash beneath her face. After a brief struggle she regained her footing. The crew was rushing around the deck, the First Mate screamed orders, and the Captain yelled down at them all indiscriminately. He saw Mandy approaching and yelled to the First Mate. The First Mate turned and handed her a life preserver.
“What about the survival suits,” she screamed over the wind.
“No time. We are going directly into the liferafts.”
Mandy shrugged into the life jacket, then froze in terror. She couldn’t believe her eyes at first, then didn’t want too.
“Look!” she screamed. The Captain turned and looked at the wave curling over the boat. He let go of the wheel and hurried down ladder to join the others. The inflated liferaft was jerked out of their hands by the wind. It flew over the side, but Peter and Mat held it’s rope to keep it from flying away. As each crewmember grabbed the rope, they dove over the side, one at a time. None turned to see the ship rolling over on it’s side and disappearing beneath the waves. The lights were still on as it sank, leaving an erie trail of light as it made it’s way to the bottom. An endless wave washed over Mandy, submerging her for several minutes. She held her breath, kicking toward the surface with the rope still in her hands. She broke surface and took a gasp of air, just before another wave hit her in the face. Rather than trying to swim to the raft, she began pulling on the rope, one hand at a time. In a moment she bumped into another body.
“Pull,” she screamed in a shuddering breath. “Go the other way.”
Mandy was chilled to the bone. At first the water had chilled her neck and ribs, as it worked it’s way beneath her rain gear. Then it struck her pussy and chest and she was really cold. Now she was cold clear to the center of her being. She knew her core temperature was dropping. It was hard to hold onto the rope, with her frozen hands.
The weather was too horrible to distinguish features, she could only see a flash of yellow in the raging waters ahead of her. The man screamed and flailed at the water, then pulled himself toward the raft. The could see the raft in the frequent lightning flashes. A light flashed atop the canopy, barely discernable in the rain, wind, and waves. The trip seemed endless.
Some time later, Mandy was pulled into the raft by a group of frozen, desperate hands. She was so cold she could barely feel her body, but she did feel a pair of hands touching her breasts in the darkness. She didn’t care, the hands were warm. She passed out or fell asleep.

The Wayware Mailman - Part 2

“Roll over on your back and grab your ankles,” he whispered. She hurried to comply. Feeling silly with her feet up in the air, she waited as he knelt before her. She gasped at the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing slowly, intolerably slow until his full length was inside her. He felt even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as he fucked her. He fucked her pussy for several more minutes, then pulled it out, rubbed it against her ass and shoved. She screamed as the huge cock seemed to split her asshole apart. He reached down and rubbed his hand over her pussy, rhythmically massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while his hard penis slid in and out of her rectum. The fire from both seemed to blend together into one massive fire. Before she could get ready, her pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the middle of one massive orgasm. He continued to pump away in her ass, while she mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his rotating hand, and her ass against his pelvis. All too quickly, it was over. But to her amazement, he was not through. He continued to pump away inside her ass, renewing the glow that had just been extinguished by her orgasm.
She felt the fire building again, much faster than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her pussy clenching stronger and stronger until a second orgasm tore her loins apart. A twisted smile lit Todd’s face, while he watched her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of her ass clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her pussy against his hand, trying helplessly to satisfy herself. He liked showing her who was in control.
Then the smile left his face. He was going to cum. Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with the loud slap of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came from his hand in her pussy, he groaned and closed his eyes, only aware of the heat and spasms in his own loins. With an animal cry of lust he heaved his cock into her ass and froze. His cock hesitated, then spewed hot cum into her ass. She withered on his cock, bringing herself to orgasm. They intertwined, gasping and clutching at each other as their bodies exploded.
They finally stopped and lay side by side on the couch. Todd got up slowly and redressed, while watching the happy glow on Jill’s face.
“That was even better than cookies,” he said happily.
“Can you stop by tomorrow?”
“I don’t see why not. I may have to start an hour early, to deliver the mail on time. Thanks a million,” he gave her a jaunty salute and made his way through the front door.
“Fuck them,” Jill said, thinking about her friends. She would tell them that she found out, but not tell them who. It would drive them fucking nuts.