The next morning is fairly slow for Leah, other than the usual meetings. So she decides after speaking with the Congressman to take the afternoon off. She really doesn’t know why she is compelled to do this. She feels a certain amount of anticipation at meeting Rebecca. It’s a foreign feeling that seems to make her feel warm and just a bit flushed. She recognizes the feeling but, it has always involved men in the past, so she again feels somewhat odd. She manages to dismiss the slightly uneasy feelings she has as she leaves the office in her way to the lunch meeting.

“Well, hello there you little doll” Comes a sweet, somewhat raspy voice, Leah smiles blushing a little at the compliment as she looks toward the approaching Rebecca.

“Hi” Leah says back as she notices Rebecca’s shiny, flowing, dark, locks of hair, then her sexy, form fitting business outfit, with its perfect skirt hemline and almost sheer white blouse open at the top to reveal Rebecca’s attractive cleavage. Her bright smile and pouty lips invite a small kiss from Leah, startled at her own forwardness. Rebecca however, doesn’t flinch acting as though the small peck were completely normal. They walk in to the restaurant that is almost empty as this restaurant is more of a dinner restaurant.

“You look adorable my dear” Rebecca says to Leah as they are led to their seats

“Thank you so much Rebecca, you look amazing yourself” Leah gushes

“Oh, you think so? Rebecca says inquisitively as they sit down to their table across from each other. “I just bought this bra” as Rebecca cups her breast in her hands looking up from her breast to Leah, she smiles somewhat seductively at Leah, then moves her chair next to Leah here feel the fabric asking Leah to reach in to her blouse to feel the fabric of her bra. Rebecca’s big brown eyes lock on to Leah’s as the blond reaches in to touch Rebecca’s bra. Feeling the silky, soft fabric on the inside of her fingers is not what has Leah’s body tingling it’s the touch of Rebecca’s flesh against her fingernails that is making Leah’s pulse race just a bit.

“Do you girls need a few more minutes? A female voice says inquisitively, Leah looks up to see an older woman with a small smirk on her face.

“No” Says Rebecca “What do you want to drink Leah? Rebecca asks.

“Iced Tea” Leah responds

“Hell with that” Rebecca rebuffs “Make that two Long Island Ice tea’s” Although a bit apprehensive Leah agrees to the alcoholic drink, as lunch goes along the compliments and mild flirting continues as Leah begins to feel more comfortable with Rebecca. The girls are now mildly drunk and just a bit giggly, the innocent touching becoming more frequent between the girls and is now bordering on fondling. Finally, Rebecca leans over and softly cups Leah’s face in her hand.

“You sure do have beautiful Blue eyes” and with that Rebecca kisses Leah’s lips flush with just a little more of a kiss than the peck they had shared earlier, pulling away from Leah.
“I want to go shopping, right now” Rebecca announces “We’ll find something pretty for you, my dear” Rebecca says smiling at Leah. Then, looking over to the older female waitress

“Bring our tab please and bring us a couple of shots of “Fireball” (Fireball is a cinnamon whiskey liqueur) the waitress nods and heads off.

The high end department store is mostly deserted on this mid-week, early afternoon. Leah walks in to the store just behind Rebecca, however as soon as they enter Rebecca reaches back and grabs Leah by the hand firmly, Leah lightly squeezes Rebecca’s hand back in a reassuring way causing Rebecca to smile widely. As they wind through the large upscale store Leah starts to sense where they are going and feels her pulse quicken even more as her now sweating hand slips with-in Rebecca’s grasp. Rebecca releases Leah’s hand and giggles as she wraps her arm around Leah.

“The boys are sure going to wish they were here for this” kissing Leah on the cheek. Rebecca then stops and turn to Leah “This will be ok, trust me” and with that Leah wraps her arms around Rebecca. “Ooh, what do you think of this” breaking away from Leah’s embrace. It is a black sheer silk bra and panty set. ”Let’s see this on you” Rebecca says holding it up to Leah’s shapely frame. Giggling Leah blushes then looks around.

“Ok, how about this white lace Teddy for you” Leah purrs, handing the lingerie to the dark hair beauty.

“You like that?” Rebecca says seductively, raising her eyebrow slightly.

“I do” Leah says with a wide grin. Just then a young sales girl walks over

“Do you ladies need any help?” the young mildly attractive girls says

“No, we are just trying a few things on but, we might be awhile” Rebecca says trying not to giggle.

“We’ll let you know if we need help, thanks” continues, Leah as the salesgirl turns and walks toward other customers. With-in minutes the women are alone again. Grabbing Leah’s hand Rebecca heads toward the dressing rooms, Leah’s pulse starts to quicken again, she has never been with a woman before and until now the thought had never really excited her, but, Rebecca was something else entirely. They reach the door to one of the back dressing rooms and Rebecca opens up the door smiling as she lets Leah pass by her in to the mirrored room. Rebecca closes the door and slowly walks over to Leah as she stands in the middle of the room. Touching Leah’s shoulder with her hand Leah instinctively puts her hands on Rebecca’s waist drawing there faces closer, the two beauty’s lightly press there lips together as they both hold the lingerie the other had picked out. Rebecca’s tongue slightly parts Leah’s lips as she reaches for the blond girls’ tongue, obliging Leah feels Rebecca’s tongue as she starts to flutter her own against the tip of dark haired girls soft, flesh. Rebecca then teasingly sucks Leah’s tongue into her mouth then releases it.

“This will be more fun when we put on the outfits” Rebecca says with the delight of a little girl awaiting Christmas. The girl’s then turn there backs to each other putting on their sexy lingerie giggling as they do. Time seems not to matter, only the touch of each other, Leah finishes first and turns to Rebecca as she contemplates putting on the lace white panties Leah notices the small amount of hair that outlines her pussy lips and her small nub that pokes out from the top of the small folds that form her pussy lips. Leah’s feels the warmth between her own legs and realize she is very wet at the site of Rebecca’s very pretty pussy. Holding the lace Panties in her hand Rebecca looks up to see the stunning Leah in her Black sheer silk panties and Bra.

“Oh my sweetheart, you look fantastic” Rebecca says as she tosses the lace panties away leaving her pussy exposed. Reaching out for Leah, Rebecca lifts Leah’s hand and has her turn around 360 degrees so as to see every inch of Leah’s body, then twirls her around again just fast enough to catch her as she turned around to face Rebecca, Both girls giggle then move toward each others lips again kissing slowly at first then becoming more urgent, Rebecca’s fingers play with Leah’s nipples through the silky sheer fabric, reaching around Leah feels for Rebecca’s smooth, firm naked butt lightly running her fingers nails along the perfect contours of Rebecca’s ass. Feeling this Rebecca gently cups Leah’s face with one hand, and reaches for Leah’s hand with her other moving Leah’s hand slowly toward Rebecca’s now very wet pussy, their kissing slows down slightly and their tongues fall in to a rhythmic dance as Rebecca guides Leah’s willing fingers to her soaking wet cunt, Rebecca pushes Leah’s fingers into her wet opening, gasping softly as she pulls away from Leah’s lips, a beautiful, wanton look has swept over Rebecca’s face as she gasps again while Leah lightly slides her fingers against Rebecca’s clit pausing to rub the slick wetness over the fragile nub that is Rebecca’s clit. Pushing Leah’s fingers inside of her again Rebecca then bring Leah’s fingers up to their lips as both girls lick and kiss Leah’s pussy wet digits. Their tongues again become intertwined periodically they close their lips together as their French kissing becomes more intense. Looking over Leah’s shoulder Rebecca notices a stylish two person padded wooden, dressing room bench. Rebecca begins to slowly walks back Leah toward the bench as the two beauties continue to kiss.

“Sit right dear” Rebecca says breaking away from Leah’s lips, Leah’s locks her eyes on to Rebecca’s as she sits down on the bench. Rebecca kneels down in front of her and reaches out cupping Leah’s breasts in her hands. The two women stare intensely in to each others eyes as Rebecca massages Leah’s breasts through the shear fabric of the silk bra, Leah’s reaches back and unhooks the black bra, allowing Rebecca to slowly slide the bra from the front of Leah’s body setting it down then, reaching for the blonds perky, pale breasts. She massages them slowly, then she leans her lips down to the brownish pink nipple that is, along with its partner standing at complete attention. Leah’s watches her nipple disappear in to Rebecca’s luscious lips and the warm, wet light sucking sensation causes Leah to moan softly closing her eyes as the nerve endings in her entire body turn her hot and tingly all over, the hot, wetness between her legs screams for attention. Taking Leah’s other hard nipple into her fingers Rebecca continues to lightly suck on Leah’s nipple flicking the tip of her tongue against the hard bud of flesh.

“ohhh; ooooohhhhhh, that feels so good” Leah’s whispers between shorten breaths. Then Rebecca pushes Leah back on to the bench, just enough room for Leah’s torso and head to rest on the bench. Rebecca then releases Leah’s nipple and starts to kiss her way down the blonds shapely body, as she does she slowly slides her hand down from Leah’s nipple to her ribcage, then belly, kissing lower she slides her hand over to Leah’s hip, then slides her hand all the way back up to Leah’s breast and pinches her nipple lightly causing the blond to moan again a little louder. Rebecca then slides her hand back down to Leah’s shear panties resting her fingers over Leah’s soaking pussy as she kisses below Leah’s belly button. Rebecca then begins to slowly rub her fingers against the wetness she feels below the silk panties. Rolling her fingers around, her lips have finally reached the top of Leah’s silk panties.

“Wow, you are very wet” Rebecca says looking up to Leah with her big brown eyes.

“Oh my god” Leah’s blurts in a hush voice, “I’ve never done this before, but you have gotten me so hot” Leah continues “ I don’t think I ever wanted someone to lick my pussy as bad as I want you too right now” smiling with a huge grin Rebecca tugs at the strings on each side of Leah’s panties. Obliging Leah’s lifts her hips as the dark haired beauty pulls the black panties off of the gorgeous blond to reveal Leah’s completely shave pussy glistening with wetness, pulling the panties off of one then the other leg Rebecca pushes Leah’s legs wide and slowly leans in to meet Leah’s pussy with the lips of her mouth. Rebecca kisses softly at the folds, taking in the intoxicating smell of Leah’s excitement. Looking up at Leah’s intense eyes she closers hers as she wraps her pouty lips around the top of Leah’s wet slit. Finding Leah’s clit with her lips Rebecca reaches for the small, wet bud with her tongue then slowly begins to flick the tip of her tongue against the young blonds’ clit.

“Ohhhh, ohhhhh” Leah gasps between her rhythmic breaths looking down as Rebecca’s tongue massages her clit. Leah’s body is like one constant wave of electricity firing off of every nerve in her body, she reaches out to feel Rebecca’s thick, curly black hair. The sensation of Rebecca’s mouth and tongue on her hot cunt causes Leah to start to buck and wreathe, her moans becomes more intense as she sounds like she is pleading for the most intense orgasm of her life to come and momentarily take her into another dimension of reality. Rebecca reaches up and latches on to one of Leah’s nipples as the hot, blond bucks her hips, her wet, tingling pussy against Rebecca’s lips. Rebecca keeps both a constant rhythm and pressure on Leah’s clit. Leah’s head starts to swim, what ever blood that was in her head is now rushing to her lava, hot cunt, then the wave of spasms hits. Time stands still for Leah as she comes spasm after spasm, jerking and convulsing her body, expertly Rebecca’s mouth never leaves Leah’s pussy. Leah’s extreme relief stricken eyes look lovingly at Rebecca, as she softly cries out in estasy. After calming down for just a second, Leah then sits up and meets the dark beauties lips tasting her own pussy juices and loving the sensation of how taboo it all is. Rebecca pulls away from Leah lips and Leah giggles just a bit.

“We should probably go” Rebecca says with a smile. “But, lets take the lingerie” as the girls now start to dress back in their street clothes. They make their way out of the dressing room, walking to the check out counter the girls giggle and flirt, nudging each other as they walk. They pay and walk out to the parking lot getting to Leah’s car Rebecca turns to Leah, Leah smiles

“That was the best lunch I think I’ve ever had” Leah says with a wide smile. Rebecca smiles back and hugs the blond beauty.

“We’ll have to do this again soon” Rebecca says with a sexy smile.

“How about tomorrow?” Leah says excitedly.

“Maybe” Rebecca says as she leans in and lightly kisses Leah’s Lips, she then closes the door to Leah’s car and turn toward her own.

So we hopped on a train to London, It was a three hour journey. The plan was to meet for drinks, see if we liked him, and take things from there. He had agreed to the logic in this. But once we got to London he sent us a text saying he did not want to meet to chat, he wanted to meet in the hotel room and start fucking straight off. At first this annoyed us, and we texted him back calling the whole thing off. But as she sat in the bath we talked it through. I was definitely the guiding force. We had NEVER done a cuckold session before and were disappointed. But meeting in the hotel room was of course more complicated if we did not like the look of him. In the end we texted him back and said, come round. My wife took ages getting herself all pretty. First she tried on the fishnet body stocking, but took it off saying she wanted to be stroked slowly by him, and would not feel it through the fishnets. She put on instead a little pink and white teddy I just bought her last week and had not even enjoyed until now myself. We were both very nervous. I got her to do some dancing on a chair to get her horny, as she loves that. God she looked so hot. I kept thinking, a big black stranger is traveling across London even now to fuck her full of his cum.
My wife does not plan to necessarily let him fuck her at all, and certainly not till after lots of slow stroking etc. Plus she insisted I buy a batch of condoms whereas I was turned on by the idea of bareback.
As soon as this black guy arrives, texting he is on the street downstairs, I tell my wife to lie on the bed and stroke her clit, then go down to get him. nerve racking, exciting!
I go down, he’s not there. I look around. He texts to say he is in the hotel lobby. But I am and I am alone. We work out he is actually in the wrong hotel, one across the street with a similar name.
Then there he is, in a flash, we shake hands, catch the lift up to the room. And as soon as we enter the room , we work, my wife’s grin spreads across her face. She looks pleased as a Cheshire cat. She says “Wow, you are much better looking than on the photo.” He says. “You too baby.”
Then she lays on the bed, and we lie either side. He starts kissing her hands . I am so turned on, I get off the bed and start clicking away on the cam, and remember he has told us in an email that he has 10 inches of cock, is a heavy cummer, and repeats cumming all he wants.
This black guy has not been in the room five minutes and already he is snogging my wife in a deep tongue kiss which she is returning and he has moved my wife’s hand to his jeans, and she seems happy to stroke him there. She has only had my cock now for 10 years. His bulge is huge and already I can smell the sweet waft of her cunt juicing up from across the room, I am sure he smells it too. I think of his claim to cum deep and thick, and hope the condoms hold out ok.

As I watch she pulled his cock out of his jeans. It really is a monster. I wonder if her cunt will be ruined after this. Will she really let him inside her? She had insisted she might not, until now. Then he slips her panties off, and while she begins to suck him, only managing to fit the head in her mouth, he fingers her hairy cunt. My cunt for my cock, but it is quickly becoming his. I am so turned on, and as she strokes my cock I encourage her to suck him deeper, and hump her hairy married cunt into his hand. She does it all. It took her half an hour to learn how to suck him right down her throat, with lots of involuntary gagging and dribbling during the lesson. Such a turn on to watch, and all the while I am wondering if she will really let him fuck her with that massive tool of his? The longer she sucked him, the more we could smell her cunt flooding with juices.
We spent months fantasizing about meeting someone off the net, but never had the guts to go through with it. Now I have brought in our first internet sourced fuck, and chose a black guy who promised a 10 inch cock. Now he is hovering over her wet panties, her legs are spread, and he tells her “You got a black bull cock over you know, little white bitch. I am going to fuck you bareback. You know it’s want you want. You cunt needs to feel a big black cock and I never let anything come between my cock and a white whore’s fuckin’ slutty cunt. Got it?” I think oh no, she’s going to react, push him off and it will all end. She loves me talking dirty to her, but would hate being called a whore and a slut. I know she hates those words. I am astonished and feel weak with lust as she wimpers to my amazement and groans “Yes” then spreads her legs even wider.
She had imagined long sensual stroking, instead this guy has only been in the room 10 minutes or less and now there she is with her panties suddenly pulled down with his strong black hands and she is wanking his dark bloated cock in her little white married hand while at the same time rubbing his cock head up and down along her cunt crack. I see his balls and think of all that cum. The look on her face as he pushed into her hairy cunt was “I belong to you now.”.
I could not believe it. It hurt me, but turned me on soooooooo much. I just kept encouraging them on.
In less than 10 minutes of entering our hotel room this complete stranger had stretched my wife’s cunt wide enough to take a full deep pounding from his 10 inch black fuckstick, heavy balls swinging and ready to unload full stream into her unprotected cunt. Look how she spreads her legs, humps him back, and kisses him full on the mouth. Happened Saturday 23 Februaru, a date that will go down in prosperity as when she became a slut for black cock.
This black guy met us travelled across London to fuck my wife. It took him no time at all to get her to open her legs to his 10 inches without a condom on, and as he pumped her she just spread her legs and let him stretch her pussy and they both began this animal moaning as they humped and ground. After only a few minutes her head shot back and eyes and mouth opened wide as he groaned he was cumming and I saw his hips shudder as his pace slowed as he emptied into black babymaking load into my wife’s willing cunt. As she shuddered he was saying she was too hot and had to take the first load fast cause his big balls had been holding it for her. I was kind of disappointed to miss that exact moment on camera. She did not look disappointed though, not disappointed at all.
She took 3 more loads from him in the next hour, and he would have given her more, except I called an end to the session. Something in me felt sick, especially cause my cock came in her once then would not get hard again, nerves maybe, while this stud’s cock emptied huge wads of cream and kept on pumping her more and filling her with load after load.
He was a very intelligent, good looking, friendly respectful black guy and did stop, and was at all times a gentleman throughout (considering he was fucking my wife and telling her she would be a black slut white whore forever now! We would recommend him.
When he left, my cock grew hard instantly and I fucked her, feeling all that cum from his big black balls and cock swashing around inside her hole. She had a huge orgasm, the biggest of the night.
The next day we walked around checking out the sites near our hotel: The British Museum, art galleries and so on. Every now and then a new stream of cum mixed from black and white cock cream would drip through her panties and slide down her legs.
That was 5 days ago. She has been coming home from work saying she had to play with herself during the day, in her office and driving home, and that his huge cock has touched places she did not know she had. I must be mad. Would I let it happen again? I already have, 5 times over this year, each time with a different hung black stranger I attract online using these pictures. She loves me more than ever now saying she can’t believe my generosity in finding her such hot lovers willing to breed with her. She has sucked me longer, and fucked me more feverishly, than in years. Her cunt tastes different, and the lips are extended and feel much looser, but that only turns me on even more.

I often find myself fantasizing about a new young, up and coming artist of all genres. “The
Something or another”, is what they are calling him. I listen to his music and I am taken over. My hair
starts circularly slinging, my body begins swaying and I am hula hipping and dipping myself down, while
developing excellent femininity positions. Here it is 2013 and I am nearing two scores in age. I stumble
across a young sexy and handsome artist or lyrical songbird who is so obviously writing songs to, for and
about me, that I smile. Each lyric, each rhythmic beating makes me imagine him, imagining himself ever
so deep inside of me, truly. I am truly at my sensual and sexual peak. I am juicier than ever I was
before. My head creates an image of my vaginal lips, slowly slithering down his deadstiff dick. I am
open. I am wickedly stimulated. I am waterfalls bursting like water from busted dams .Just the slight
prick of the head of his dick, opens the double labia and now he enters the crevice. I had super
pressurized intensity. I explode on him the rest of the way down. I am locked onto his skin.

The real man in my life has no idea about the meaning behind my musical madness. What he
observes is a variety of the new artist songs being played on repeat, by the thousands, and his grown ass
woman in a trance. Cutely and compassionately grinding harder against anything, the bed, the doorways
with a dance step for distraction, my man thighs, his fingers, his mouth and his dick, just like young
female cats in heat, dragging that area amongst the carpeted floor, for the first few times in the winter
months. But what isn’t realized is that in my head, “the Whatever his name really is,” is doing it to me in
many different ways. A carefully selected routine, for me, to each and every one of his original songs
that was composed solely for me.

O, yes, I do believe that this amazingly talented new artist will win multiple awards throughout
this year, so I will get to see him live very often in my bedroom, the same room that I share with my
man. For this magnificent artist has already won over my heart and head, and he doesn’t even know me.

He has been given airplay for over a year now and he has already been popular amongst those
in his younger age bracket, however, when my womanly body matured to brand new feelings of ecstasy,
I believe this young explicit artist heard my pus, as I heard his voice.

While my man is serving it up well in between my legs, lately, this new artist has been playing
loudly in the background of our bedroom and his presence is felt all throughout me and my body. My
man unloads inside of me.

The artist has pleased me and we are dueting together in my head. My man is snoring. I am still
singing in my head, now, the last song on the cd. I am wet. It is warm. It has been quiet. I am not awake
anymore. All three of us silently in sync, until I push play again, in the morning.

Her early forties are here, she’s pushed through a bad marriage and worked to raise the two kids it left behind. No real dates for sixteen years as they grew. If a Man was going to be in their lives, he would have to stay. She found no such creature so the search was abandoned in favor of fantasy, cookies and PTA.

Then you enter the client’s info here. Address stuff like that. Corporate builds a database and sends out emails…

She nods her head, thinking, I got it Barbie…been doing this for years. Give me the basics so I can let you go later. Thieving bitch.

She hardly noticed him enter. Unassuming, quiet mand wearing the casual attire of a businessman off duty. He looked at the young girl then her. She picked up on his lingering gaze and couldn’t stop the smile. He was average looking, stable with a slight pot belly. He stopped at the counter.

My card won’t swipe any more. Room 318. Can you reload it or whatever?

His voice was deep but musical when he spoke. She thought he sounded like a person on TV or some movie.

Are you new?

The young girl turned to look at her.

Yes sir. Just starting today.

Clerk? Auditor?

General Manager.

Oh hell, a woman with power. He smiled broadly.

I don’t know about that. Just trying to fix it.

Well, for what it’s worth, you’ve already prettied up the place quite a bit.

She felt her face go flush. Thank you.

The young girl smiled.

Here’s your card. Should be good.

Great. Room 318, right?

Yes sir.

He looked at her again. His eyes lost their twinkle and took a darker air.

Room 318.

……………

Two nights later she’s pulling the evening shift alone. The training promised became a joke played out. He walks by the desk.

Hey there! You working alone?

Yes sir. You know these kids. They don’t want to work.

No, they don’t. Never know a good thing when it’s right in front of them. Look, I’m going to grab a bite to eat. You want something?

Pardon?

Food…you want me to bring you something back?

Um…

It’s ok. I’m not asking to have sex with you or anything. Not yet. I’m sure that’s coming, no pun intended, but not yet. So, tacos? Burgers? I’m walking so your options are limited.

Her mind lingered on the sex comment. Did he just say he would be asking me for sex? Just like that. All out in the open?

She laughed.

Wow. Um. I’m good. No. Actually. Something from Taco Bell is fine. Something with Chicken.

You’re into Chickens, eh? Pretty kinky but ok. We can try later. Right now I’ll just get you a burrito or something with Chicken.

She laughed and couldn’t help feeling as if his flirting was unique and sincere.

As he walked away, he stopped and turned to her.

What time do you get off tonight?

It was against policy. It was inappropriate. It was scary and she’s pretty sure she saw a ring on his finger earlier. But she blurted out.

Ten o’clock.

Good. I’ll be back in a bit.

……………………

When he returned with the food, she had numerous people at the counter checking in.

He didn’t say a word when he put the food on a side of the counter unused. She nodded and mouthed a thank you.

He smiled softly and whispered, 318…

……………………

She thought about him the rest of her shift. Each time the elevator opened she turned to find some random guest. More than once she glanced at the security feeds to see if he was moving around. Checked the vending area, the ice machine. Nothing. He was in his room. What did he do? He was booked for a month longer after staying nearly two months prior to her arrival. He didn’t seem like the TV watching type. Something too smart about him, maybe. Something in the air around him that seemed to deny channel surfing. She didn’t know. His brown eyes seemed to twinkle when he spoke but still she sensed he was business and cold. She wondered if he would ask her out on a date. I bet he would be funny as hell on a date. Full of jokes. I don’t know, she thought.

By the time the overnight guy arrived, her pussy was a river. The fantasies started with the funny date and moved through her mind into caverns of dark lust. She wanted to get home to her toys, fuck herself silly while declaring “I’m a dirty whore” softly to herself. “Make me your slut. Facefuck me like those porn bitches.” This was a night in which she knew she’d try anal again. The small white dildo she bought after watching a double penetration clip online. Two cocks in her. The thought drover her mad.

The phone rang at 10:01. Caller ID read, #318.

She answered.

Front desk, can I help you sir?

Yes. It’s you. I recognize your voice.

Yep, it’s me.

The refrigerator is making funny noises and my AC won’t shut off. I’d like to switch rooms.

Her mind went back to business. Yes sir. We can get you another room. I’ve got plenty available. Let me see.

Figure out which room I can move into and just bring the key up, if you would. I might need some help moving some things too…Can you do that, personally?

Yes sir.

He spoke and hung up. For just a minute she thoughe he had said, “Good girl…”

…………..

She knocked on the door. It moved slightly from her touch.

Hello?

Yes, come in.

She entered the room. The TV was off. A light near the far wall was on and that was it. He was sitting on the bed wearing a black tee shirt and khaki shorts.

Please close the door behind you.

You can move to room…

Please close the door.

Her stomach was in knots as she closed the door.

Good. I want to tell you a few things first. You have complete control over me, you know that? You have my credit card number, my name, address, phone number and license plate number. With a phone call or some emails you can destroy my entire world while I sit here, powerless to stop you. You know that, yes?

Well, sir. I mean. I wouldn’t take your credit cards…

No. But you understand that ultimately, you have total power over me outside of this room, yes?

Yes.

He stood up.

Good. Please sit on the couch.

She didn’t move.

I said please. I won’t say please again.

She laughed. And moved towards the couch.

He walked towards her and stood in front of her.

You understand you have power over me outside this room. But I understand I have power over you inside this room. Years of decision making. Years of taking care of things all alone have worn you out. You want to give up the decision making. You want to be released from responsibility for your actions.

Sir. I should probably just go…

Remain seated.

She sat back down. She wondered if her pussy was going to leave a wet spot.

He unzipped his pants. I’m pulling my cock and will stroke it in front of you. I will not ask you to touch it, or to do anything for me.

Before she could speak, his cock was out. Long, circumsized and thick. She’s seen bigger, but couldn’t remember when.

He stroked it.

She just there and watch me.

He took two fingers and pressed the soft cock on either side. Then moved up and down, the head bouncing to and fro like a helmeted soldier saying, No. It quickly became hard and thicker.
She was breathing heavy watching him jerk off. She moved her legs.

You may touch yourself if you wish. Her hand dropped down to her crotch. Her eyes closed as her mouth dropped open with a sigh.

I’m going to put my cock in your mouth now.

Ok.

I was’nt asking your permission. Before she could speak, her mouth was full. His precum was sweet and she felt the head on the back of her throat. She began to suck his cock hard, pulling his shorts down. One hand on his balls, the other on his ass. He pulled his cock out. It glistened in the low light.

Repeat after me…

Fuck my face.

She felt the words come up but couldn’t let them free.

She went down to try and suck his cock. He pulled back.

I said, repeat after me. Look me in the eye and say,

Fuck my face.

She looked up at him. He leaned down to kiss her, then pulling back from her face gently he whispered.

Say it.

I can’t.

Say it outloud, looking in my eyes. He reached down and massaged her still clothed breasts.

Fuck my face.

I can’t.

He stood back up. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face up towards him. He smacked his cock on her cheeks.

Tell me to Fuck your face.

Yes. She moaned, flicking her tongue out.

she whispered the words.

Louder.

Fuck my face.

Suddenly both his hands were on her head. His fat cock was slamming into her mouth. She pushed against her clit with two fingers, rubbing herself raw.

Take it deep whore. Are you a good whore?

Gasping she replied, Yes.

Are my good cock whore?

Yes…

Look me in the eye and tell me you are my cock whore.

She looked up. His eyes twinkling and soft.

I’m your cock whore.

I’m your cock whore, sir…you mean.

I’m your cock whore, sir.

Good girl. Take off your clothes and kneel.

She took off her clothes and he stood there stroking his cock.

Now kneel for me cock whore.

Yes sir.

She knelt on the floor.

You may play with your pussy…It’s going to be a long night for you…

Amidst the ruins of derelict dilapidated tenements (strewn with the detritus of human flotsam), this aspiring female writer stopped her car!

Stacey (who just barely whispered her name happened to be a street walker dressed in her scantily clad outfit) explained the reason such an abrupt decision took place to slam on the brakes!

Upon opening the driver side door, she willingly entered and promptly dug her scythe lent fingernails (expressly unsheathed for aphrodisiac generating purposes) and dug deep into the flesh of my bony shoulder blades!

No matter hustling (albeit as a same gender first timer – and quite delightful) with this receptive client, the popularity of her reputation triggered MOTORAZR phone she carried buzzed nonstop!

I silently accepted, acquiesced such nail biting tearing of the flesh, expected eventual scarring without regret and felt no discernible pain from this reaction!

An out of body experience found me observing how the sharp blood red nail polish matched the trickle of sans droplets doing a sort of corpuscular slalom down the ridges and ruffles of my well-tanned upper back before coagulating at the minor crest of a very shapely yet minimal gluteus maximus!

Before surrendering to any further compliance sans libidinal longing, a nonverbal signal (from yours truly) indicated sequestering ourselves in one of the numerous boarded up buildings!

We clasped hands (as if we spent years as a happily married lesbian couple), and gingerly stepped over heaps of awful smelling rubbish toward the most inviting long vacant and condemned abode!

Despite the posted “DO NOT ENTER” warning, we blithely and nonchalantly tiptoed hither and yon upon identifying the best pick of the shells once lofty habiliments!

Enough daylight still existed to traipse upstairs and locate the most suitable space to exercise primal physical intercourse!

Once we meandered into what appeared to be the master baiting sleeping chamber, an automatic and immediate animalistic urge goaded us to inch ever closer to each other!

No matter the action seemed quite ludicrous, the bedroom door got pushed closed and latched!

Analogous to a pussycat getting satisfactorily rubbed, scratched and stroked, she (my current pelvic partner dejure and temporary synchronistic soul connection) purred, nibbled and licked upon this business woman receiving electrifying reciprocal stimulation upon various and sundry areas of that svelte luscious latitude of erotic enticement!

This introductory forceful embrace allowed us to hold each other close and breathe in the fragrance of the other.

Teeth accidentally clacked and clicked (like the tappet brothers of car null talk hammering out a piston) against unfamiliar dentifrice while tongues created some playful spur of the moment cat and mouse chase game!

An excess of saliva spilled back and forth necessitating an intermittent breakaway similar to basketball players dribbling prior to the next ploy!

She then began simultaneously to tear wildly at getting first herself and then (who else – me) completely undressed!

Upon one of these occasions, she took the licentious liberty (perhaps with just a bare audible objection) to kiss brow, cheek and nape of neck of this pleasing potential prostitute!

An especial glandular female aroma wafted my nostrils.

A spontaneous urge arose for her to nibble (and taste the salt from mine fragrant pheromone laden flesh) and found her tongue doing some data mining around upper arms and setting sights toward these engorged and ripe breasts!

The surface of her hands seemed colder and rougher against the silky smooth base of my ivory colored bosoms and sent a slight shiver down the fine hairs of my spine!

Her mouth voluntarily gravitated toward these swollen mammary glands!

An infantile pang awoke an upon feeling lips suckling this grown woman like a babe being nursing ala much like those iconic Madonna and child images predominant in churches!

Akin to a newborn, I graciously allowed this oral applique suction upon first one than the other nipple and (even with mine eyes closed) felt circular motions atop sensitive aureoles of each tricking teat!

Optimism existed to experience milky white substance being drawn out that ranks on a par with the most sought after illegal contraband!

Deep in the throes of aural, carnal, tactile, exploration, these ears detected approaching footsteps, which set fear running a muck in this anxiety prone literary gal!

This internal sensation of doom and gloom got ratcheted up manifold in tandem with an overwhelming panic attack upon discerning that infamous ring tone from the cell phone!

Stacy reassured me that the soft patter of footwear upon the rubble heap just another wannabe starlet, who sought out some figurative rock of Gibraltar and aspired to win the accolades either of a casting director, or indie producer!

The latter figured that my je nais sais quois flavor with the English language (perchance such command of lingua franca accurately and amazingly gleaned from a recent Craigslist posting) set in motion an intuitive sense that this investigator could be (at a minimal) one stepping stone to that elusive sought after ticket to the outer limits of paradise!

As time permitted, I quickly learned that both women labored as waitresses at the same (unmentionable) upscale restaurant and forged a twisted sisterly bond that insinuated first one that the other to consider moonlighting as street walkers to further their ambition to fame and fortune!

Although ensconced in the company of deux delicious darlings, a sudden lust arose to surrender sans the antics of manage a trios!

The economic challenges drew these young nymphs into (what they naively and innocently believed) earning hand over fist money immune to the oldest female livelihood with deliberate indefatigable energy requisite to relinquishing oneself to the indulgences of promiscuity!

Although anthropological lineage can be traced with a rather jagged line from that hazy humid dog day afternoon, an ordinate amount of energy plus a preponderant exuberant expenditure of crusading conviction found pitched battles with battle axes and crucifixions following pomp and circumstances infusing the exploits with pomp and circumstances of the fighting machine!

In essence, the effort to become seduced and desire to succumb into the vortex of these verdant vestal virgins found me essentially playing the role of some pussyfooting kitty to bed down with both this lasses!

Not at all impossible to reckon how an ordinarily conservative lady could easily acquiesce to such motives, who essentially considered these young women on a par with children that happened to be above average in aesthetic!

This overactive imagination of mine was certainly putting more energy into the illusory corporeal alignments qua sexual relationships (within a hair’s breath away) than I had put into many other reel ones!

In addition, I also gave Stacy more attention that was by definition, indivisible, undivided, and relishing the safety of the distance between us by opting to be truthful instead of doling out the white lies that have become the bread and butter staple of real life.

The Internet alas has provided us with an outlet to express ourselves as candidly, felicitously, ineluctably, lucidly, opportunistically, rhapsodically, unequivocally, and wistfully as we like while tempting us into a state of addiction.

In Andrew Leonard ‘s article “We’ve Got Mail – Always” he points out how while traveling to Australia he found himself trying to escape into the virtual world simply because he wanted to stay “connected”.

He states “Instead of wandering through the desert seeking out wallabies and feral camels, I found myself dialing long distance to a friend’s University of Melbourne Internet account, and transferring from there via a telnet program to my own account at the Well in San Francisco”.

Although well nigh over a dozen plus years whence stand alone computing machines got linked together prefacing the fledgling assemblage of the World Wide Web!

Futurists prognosticated premised science fiction scenario themes decades earlier that foretold that upon the promulgation of networks of high powered processors that would foster disenfranchisement from oneself and also develop healthy alliances with other members of the human race to attain mental, physical or spiritual intimacy!

I sat in silence when she had suddenly touched me without notice. All matter felt electrifying. Goosebumps rose up on both our skin. My hand now nervously placed on her warm upper thigh. It was milliseconds later our lips and tongues were passionately kissing.

Her fingers traveled like a compass pushing the hair out of my face. I could feel the rhythm of both the hearts that were so in love. This was all new to both of us. There was nothing in the world compared to her. A connection so deep the souls we carried were meant to lay naked.

I began to slowly pull back and let my hand under her blouse. Her lips now touched my neck. Our arms moved around each other while my moans let out. Still wrapped around each other she fell on the bed as I lay on top of her. The night began to unfold a profound beauty I didn’t know existed.

My hand lightly touched her soft stomach. We continued to kiss when I unbuttoned her jeans. She then let out a quiet gasp. Little did she know I felt more turned on than ever. Next to the hotel bed stood the melting candles she lit up. I couldn’t resist but to rip off her blouse and pull her pants off. Like the candles, she and I were melting.

I must of have blacked out from the serotonin and endorphins. She had taken off my dress and underwear. Kissing my breast so sweetly, I massaged her head stroking her long hair. My heart no longer felt heavy as her weight was on top of me. This wasn’t a special occasion. We weren’t in a relationship. It was an act of two lovers finding each other again.

I whimper and bring you back up for a kiss. You take off my shorts, sliding them down my legs, then you kiss me flipping me around quickly and start sliding down the couch until you are between my legs. When you lick my bundle of nerves I jump in shock. You grab my hips and continue your assault. I start crying out and wriggling to get closer putting my hands in your hair to hold you where I need you. You pick up speed and I cry out as an orgasm racks my body. I slump back on the couch as I try to catch my breath. You come back up and kiss me.

I grab you and say you have too much clothing on. I unbuckle your pants and push you back into the couch. I slide down to my knees and lick you like a slowly like a popsicle, taking my time and go back and forth on all sides. You close your eyes and I start sucking and moving my hands up and down your shaft, licking the underside of your penis in a swirly pattern up and down. Your hips start to buckle and I pick up speed. You grab the back of my head to hold me where you need me to be as you move your hips back and forth, moaning until you come in my mouth. I try to take it all with a little spilling out the side of my mouth. You release me and fall back onto the couch and I fall to the ground.

I climb up next to you and as I wrap my arms around your belly, I whisper into ear, “That was amazing. Wait, til you see the shoes, I bought for our dinner date.”

“I have better things to do than read about sleigh dogs and blizzards,” he sighed to Jared. “The anime convention rave is this weekend for Christ’s sake!”

“Dude, suck it up and grow one. Jack London’s fucking sick.”

“Whatever, I’m popping bottles in the ice, like a blizzard. When we drink we do it right gettin’ slizzard. Sippin’ sizzurp in my ride…”

Jared rolled his eyes as Ethan fidgeted relentlessly, pumping his knobby knees back-and-forth as he whined to Jared about the woes of community college freshman English. He liked to read graphic novels and manga, subtitles on imported shows were his favorite medium, and he could pour over heady techno lyrics for hours bombed out of his mind.

He had no use for literature.

“The teacher is God, but God is dead! The cyberspace has killed him. The news corporations fight over his corpse. The Wiki revolution is my master!” Ethan sputtered. “We are free to forge our own realities. Jared, we are infinite!”

“It’s a book, dude. Mrs. Levy has good taste in assignments. Yo, and the revolution – not going to be Tweeted™.”

Ethan guffawed. He thrust a two-digit up yours in Jared’s stubbly face. “You like her crock? Two words motherfucker – Huck. Finn.”

Jared brushed Ethan’s gestures aside and shook his head low and real slow. He reached down for his knapsack and scooped his textbooks, calculator, all his school contents into the nylon depths. As he stood up and ambled out the library, he called over his shoulder, “Catch you later, bro. Text me in the morning when you want to bike over to campus.”

Ethan whipped out his Leatherman and began carving into the pine desk that he and Jared sat behind, decompressing after class.

“This is not a cubicle.” He etched an underline under not. “This is a prison labor hot commodity.” He paused, admired his art, and then switched the laptop out of stand-by. As he wiped off the blade with the flap of his jean jacket, he Googled some lyrics and started again.

FREE YR MIND, & YR ASS WILL FOLLOW

He realized something was missing. He circled the A in ass. Packing up, he glanced behind him to ensure the coast was clear. He unzipped his fanny pack adorned with an Iron Maiden patch with floss-stitching and took out some papers and swag. Some dexterous work in two minutes flat and he had a mean fatty which he tucked gingerly in his pouch. Ethan sauntered out the library, down a number of hallways, and he pushed open the double doors in glee.

* * * * *

Out back behind 7-Eleven, Ethan was surprised none of his homeboys and girls was chilling. It was a brisk, late-autumn afternoon, overcast and billowy. Ethan’s face was flushed pink. He popped his jean jacket collar, dug for his hoodie in the upper expanse of his back, and covered his shaggy head. He lowered some goggles from his forehead overtop his eyebrow ridge and snapped them over his sockets. Ethan combed through the fanny pack and procured the magnificent spliff. He sparked it with his white Bic. Memories of school days drifted. An image from earlier of a sorority girl’s ass in denim and the jock’s hands cupping her inside the embroidered pockets hung like a mobile in the mind’s eye of Ethan. He adjusted his skinny jeans, tucking his stiffy underneath his belt buckle, and his belly swelled as his diaphragm expanded in his deep inhales.

“Fuck.” It echoed through his head on loop. “Fuck. White Fang. Fuck.” All of the course assignments tallied in his head. Puffin Books cover after cover ticked as the movie reel of the semester unraveled. “I want my life back,” the king of wanderlust lamented. Ethan rubbed his sneakers down the bricks and mortar cracks of the convenience store. He dragged the ball of his foot across the asphalt. The typewriter chimed and the platen whacked back to the right, brick to brick to brick, asphalt, brick to brick to brick. Ethan’s breath became short as he furrowed his eyebrows and thought deeply about the degree of work he had. Percussion swelled. Guitar riffs fell like ponderosa pines in the Rockies.

“REVOLUTION IN THEIR MINDS. THE CHILDREN START TO MARCH. AGAINST THE WORLD IN WHICH THEY HAVE TO LIVE. AND ALL THE HATE THAT’S IN THEIR HEARTS,” our colonel of doom opined to Ethan.

“Mrs. Levy! Bitch.” Ethan kirked, assignment stress dominoed like fwapping hammer heads, assignments and outlines percolated in a tucked away lobe, mother’s voice cloyed, grinded from moment he stepped into suburban abode, she trilled, wine glass and storm doors clanked, she crashed on sofa, he found solace in nightly silence, homework cricket hours, awoken dark, hazy eyed slumber, whiffs of bliss and anxious dream babble, mother rambled hypnopompic, door pounded, sister’s Cyndi Lauper wake-up blast, panty drop, clit firestarter rub-rub, beagle bark, breakfast scraps and moist laps, flint and steel scrape and spark, burnt-ass Ethan sprung at dawn.

He licked his index finger and thumb, snuffed the spliff’s ember, and tucked it behind Eddie, the screenprinted guardsman, the Cerberus of the sweet leaf portal. Traipsing time was done. Ethan stormed to set Mrs. Levy in her pace.

* * * * *

Ethan barreled down the hallway and suddenly had the feeling he was surrounded by horses, horses, horses, horses, cumming in all directions, white shining silver studs with their nose in flames; he saw horses, horses, horses, horses. He stormed down the hall in oblivion, desperate to get to Mrs. Levy’s office.

When he arrived in front of Mrs. Levy’s office, he stopped and peered through the slender window in the wooden door. She was hunched over her desk presumably grading papers. Through her olive sweater dress, her breasts appeared rigid, plastic yet cozy in their skin-tight accouterment. Ethan knocked timidly on her door. Barely breaking her concentration, she arose, unlatched the lock, mustered, “Hello, Ethan” accompanied by a brief glance, and managed to return to the desk unflustered, unfazed by his unexpected early evening visit. Her calve-high leather boots with two-inch heels clanked on the decrepit marble floor still laden with asbestos from a bygone era of college construction. Ethan was hit with a pungent yet floral smell that somersaulted in his nasal cavity.

He envisioned a stash Mrs. Levy stored in an antique glass perfume bottle in a shade of blue which she lathered over her bosom and armpits, a smell that would linger in her husband’s nostrils as he worked his nose and tongue down her slender back, caressing every inch and tenderly pecking each spinal disc until he dipped into the valley of the lower back before the trail through the mountain peaks, pausing between her cheeks before he spread them wide to be struck by the dewy musky smothering thrills.

“ETHAN!” Mrs. Levy was inches away from his face, expression tense and mouth parsed. Ethan saw the imperfections in her thick black eyeliner that he never noticed while sitting at his desk during school and could see the bits and clumps of mascara globbed on the tips of her eyelashes. “Ground control to Ethan! What brings you by this evening? Why aren’t you having a catch with friends?”

Ethan came to it. “I can’t read White Fang. I can’t”

“Oh, Ethan, you have tomorrow and the whole weekend. Relax and send me an email if it gets too overwhelming.”

“No!” he shot. “I’m done with assignments. I can’t take this load anymore.”

“Ethan, it will be winter break soon enough. Just hang in there.”

“No! Why do you have to be such a cunt about this book?”

Mrs. Levy looked stunned, a deer in the headlights, before she quickly snapped back and grew enraged. “Manners, Ethan! Why you brat! In all the years I’ve taught since getting my masters, I’ve never heard such trash!”

“Cunt. Mrs. Levy, you’re a cunt.”

Before she could even pause to compose herself, Mrs. Levy had already slapped Ethan with the palm of her hand. One of her five-inch silver hoop earrings fell out of her pierced hole after she used so much force. Ethan was astounded and even more so when his partially hard penis became achingly erect and bulged across his thigh.

“I swear, I need to ditch public universities and go teach in a small religious college. The nerve of these…” she muttered. “And to think I was cutting everyone slack by assigning only one London book.” She chuckled.

“Man, chill out. You just slapped me!” Ethan moaned and retorted. He reached down and grabbed his junk through the denim to adjust himself.

“Chill? Chill?” she swelled. “Why I never! I’m calling the dean immediately and we’ll see what she thinks…”

As she picked up the corded phone on her desk, she noticed Ethan tugging at his crotch. “And that vulgarity? It’s sexual harassment. You will be put on probation”

“Mrs. Levy!” Ethan stammered. “No, you’ve got it wrong.” He waved his hands dismissively. “It was just, well, earlier I saw, something, and it, uh, well you know, sometimes when…”

“Oh my gosh. It was the slap. It was the slap.”

Ethan lost his train of thought and fell silent. She was incredulous. Mrs. Levy slowly placed the phone onto the receiver and furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at Ethan.

“I should have known by those patches.”

She placed each boot firm and mindfully onto the floor as she approached Ethan. He gulped and made a slight gasping sound before he caught his breath.

“Mrs. Levy, I have the right to remain silent even if students are treated like shit.”

“Shhh.” She made a hushed sound and placed an index finger over Ethan’s lips. “You’ve never been treated like shit before now.”

* * * * *

His stiffy was arched and sore. A cold touch would normally sap that libido right out, but her cold digits to his lips made him hard. “Mrs. Levy, I’ll do anything! You don’t have to write me up. You know I’ll do some sort of work trade or help –”

“Shut it.”

He hung his head and stared at the tile floor. He noticed the grain and sparkle of the grout as he waited for the verdict. Mrs. Levy broke her stare and glanced in Ethan’s direction. He realized she was glancing past him, stern and disengaged. With her hand curled and elbow planted, she propped her temple against her fist.

“What am I going to do with you brats? You all think you’re invincible,” she sighed as she removed the other hoop from her ear and tucked it in her desk. She glared at Ethan. Her eyes moved down to his slim-fitting tee. “That’s quite the shirt.”

“Huh?”

“You like puppies, Ethan?”

“Yes, Mrs. Levy,” he stammered. “What’s it to you?” Ethan’s shirt had a silkscreen print of McGruff the Crime Dog, bloodshot eyes, roach dangling from his snout, with his paws scratching on a turntable. Beneath, it read “doggy style.”

She didn’t respond as she picked up her clutch and fished for a tube of plum lipstick, nightmoth lip liner, and a compact. As she reapplied her lipstick and liner, the teacher puckered, pressed her lips against her teeth, and after a few strokes, swiftly returned the contents. While she poked about in the bag, Ethan cracked his neck and began to stretch his arms behind his head, confident he was only getting minor reprimanding.

She pulled out her cell and dialed a number. “Hey honey…no, it looks like I’m going to be late…yeah, grading papers and the sort. I may stop by Cheryl’s for dinner afterwards…yes, I’ll be a few hours…yes…I love you too. Send Jacob my love…bye bye.” Letting out a sigh, she jolted her clutch off the floor and slung it over her shoulder.

“You’re still grading at this time? It’s so late,” Ethan inquired.

Mrs. Levy chuckled. “Often I am, but not tonight. Ethan, grab your backpack and belongings. Follow me.”

Ethan groaned. “To the dean? Man.”

Mrs. Levy’s face was blank, statuesque. “Follow me.”

* * * * *

Panicked, Ethan dug his hands into the crook of his armpit and quickly smelled his hands. He could smell his B.O. and Old Spice wafting up. As he trekked across the track and fields, following Mrs. Levy who was fifteen feet ahead, his thoughts somersaulted on this evening at dusk.

“Keep up, Ethan. I don’t have all night,” Mrs. Levy rattled. He picked up his step.

Was the dean out in the woods for some reason? Was his house somewhere nearby? He was surprised the track was entirely empty, but he had never hung around community college this late unless a special event was going on. Clearly tonight there was hardly an event on campus.

Before they went outside, once they had left her room and walked silently through the hallways, Mrs. Levy led Ethan to an auditorium. She stopped in front of the steps of the stage, glanced behind to check Ethan’s pace, and continued up the steps. Ethan grew hard again as he stared at Mrs. Levy’s ass, outlined firmly in the sweater dress, barely jiggling as her two-inch heels clicked on the floorboards. He couldn’t make out any panty lines, not a single lump. Fuck, he thought, that bitch is wearing a teeny tiny thong or nothing at all. Her husband, what a lucky cunt. I’d lap that shit up.

“Wait here. I’ll be back.” Mrs. Levy left the stage and disappeared into the dressing room. Ethan grew bored, restless, and started staring at the stage lights above. She returned after a few minutes with a cardboard box. “Follow me.”

Outside, Ethan was still fixated on that box. He stopped asking questions. Earlier, Mrs. Levy was very evasive about the contents. He scaled a hill at the outskirts of the track, following Mrs. Levy’s lead, obediently, until they both reached the outskirts of the forest, a few acre patch of woods beyond the limits of campus.

“Ground rules. You will be silent about this. Number 2. Nobody will believe you even if you do try to explain. Number 3. I’m sick of putting up with you and your peers’ shit. Advise them wisely, but speak nothing of what happens in these woods.” Mrs. Levy did not have an angry tone. It was grounded, composed. With a perplexed look, eyebrows furrowed, mouth ajar, Ethan began to murmur. Mrs. Levy cut him off. “Silence. Say nothing. Tread lightly.”

She continued into the forest, and Ethan followed, perturbed but irresistibly entranced. After a few minutes of their feet crunching on the leafy, twiggy litter of the forest, Mrs. Levy’s feet stopped, and Ethan followed suit. She placed the box onto the ground and opened it up, pulling out a plastic-diamond studded collar. “Now put this on. Your night is only beginning, Ethan. The more you fight, the harder your life is going to get.”

“What the–,” he started.

She landed another slap across his face. “I said silence, Ethan, and you will obey. For the rest of tonight, your name is Fang. Sit boy.”

Ethan looked aghast and blood rushed to his head. He didn’t move a muscle in his paralysis.

“I said down!” She grabbed his tee shirt by the collar and grasped some of his neck as well. “You like puppies? You’re learning about obedience and loyalty tonight, Fang.”

* * * * *

With his t-shirt collar taut, her icy fingers grasping the fabric, chilling his collarbone, Ethan’s junk swelled. Tucked beneath his belt from earlier, his cock head was squashed. He winced. Mrs. Levy’s face was less than a foot away from his. Ethan was astonished how deadpan her expression appeared. “Why are you doing this?” he yelped.

She let go of the tee shirt and glanced at the faux-diamond studded collar in her other hand. “Fang, what did you say? Silence. Obey your owner.” She crouched over the cardboard box full of theater props, rummaged through its contents, and pulled out a gold silk scarf. She tucked the collar inside the waistband of her skirt. “Open wide, boy”

Ethan chuckled. His eyes fluttered and the tree canopy darted about his vision. A guffaw busted loose; Ethan clutched his thighs and leaned forward. The laugh boomed before wispy inhales syncopated the thunder. Tears welled in his eyelids, and Ethan gasped as he dared to shake off his wild emotions.

She landed another slap across his face, and Ethan’s cheeks puffed up with breath as he exhaled vigorously. They deflated as he came to it and he wheezed. Letting go of his thighs, he rolled his spine and neck as he stood back up. Once upright, his eyes locked with Mrs. Levy’s. A slight scowl broke out on his face. His arms and hands went limp by his sides. “Yes, ma’am,” he fired.

This time, Mrs. Levy whipped the oblong scarf in his direction. It brushed his jawbone as the rest of the scarf fell gracefully across his shoulder. As she yanked it back in her direction, it grazed his breastbone. “Now, Fang,” she admonished as one would patronize a toddler, “I know some educated pups, but I’ve never met a talking mutt.”

Ethan refused to engage.

“Bark, boy, bark.” She clapped her hands on her thighs and made woofing sounds.

Ethan lowered his gaze to her leather boots. He could feel his heartbeat in the arteries of his temples. She walked gingerly behind Ethan, and once there, pulled the scarf tightly between her hands. She flipped the middle of the scarf over his head and tugged gently against his neck. “Open wide.”

He obeyed. Pre-cum leaked out his piss hole and seeped into his ill-fitting boys briefs. She dragged the scarf over his chin and found the nook of his mouth. Once in place, she wrapped the ends of the scarf around the nape of his neck, doubled it over, and shoved more fabric into his mouth. She knotted it snuggly behind his head. “Sit boy.” She placed her hand on the crown of his head and exerted pressure down. Ethan submitted, kneeling onto the forest floor and shuddered.

“Good boy, very good boy. Fang, stay.” Yanking the collar out of her waistband, she wrapped it around his neck. Her thick perfume, vetiver and lavender among indiscernible scents, struck his nostrils. She fumbled with the buckle and the holes in the collar, briefly resting her forearms on his shoulders until she found the right size. She walked across the clearing in the woods and reached into the box. Upon returning, Ethan noticed a leather leash dangling in her fist. She walked behind and attached the leash. Ethan felt the leash fall against his upper back and grace his butt. Crows in the distance pierced the still air, and he heard the crunching of leaves as Mrs. Levy’s adjusted her footing. A swift yank jolted his neck.

Ethan whimpered, saliva drenching the scarf. She struck his back with the leash and sauntered away. She walked back to the box and pulled out a onesie with a tail. “Strip, Fang. Strip,” she commanded across the clearing. Ethan shuddered. “Quickly, now. I need to get home at a reasonable hour.” Ethan went through the motions, throwing his jackets to the ground near his backpack, taking off his fanny pack, removing his goggles, unbuckling his belt, shimmying back and forth as he yanked his jeans off. He fell down on the ground when his skinny jeans got caught around his knees. Leaves stuck to his underwear and got lodged in his hair, and Ethan sneezed from the debris. He coughed violently into the scarf, mucous and spit coating the fabric. He struggled until the jeans lied in a heap on the forest floor. Already shivering from the breeze, he took the tee shirt off swiftly, bracing himself as one would before jumping into a lake. He felt his nipples harden and he grabbed the leash with one hand and held it firmly as he separated the leash from the inside of the shirt.

Before taking off the underwear, he glanced at Mrs. Levy. She had her Droid out and was busy texting, face blank and disengaged. He grabbed his undies and yanked, kicking them off. His cock pulsed in the nippy air, the erection undeterred by the elements. Gagged and shivering, Ethan whimpered a high pitch whine emanating from his throat. She threw the outfit and it struck him in the chest. “Put it on, Fang. We’re almost done.”

He pulled the leotard-onesie hybrid on and struggled with the crotch over his swollen junk. The ass section was missing underneath the tail. Ethan whined and tears welled in his eyes.

“All fours Fang. All fours.” He obeyed and took the position. His cock throbbed and he shot a small bit of jizz and had a weak orgasm. Mrs. Levy walked behind him, crouched, and reached between his legs. “Oh, does little Fang have a red rocket?” She firmly patted his junk through the leotard. After the third pat, she walked about, collected all of his possessions, and stuck everything in the box. She returned, reached for the leash, and yanked. She walked to his right side and maintained the firm connection.

“I’m taking all your possessions with me. You will stay here on command. You can get your things tomorrow. If I even hear a leaf crunch, I will not hesitate to fail you. You’re so close already, Ethan, so close.” He shivered. “And if you obey, I will knock your grade up a couple of letters.”

He was hit with more perfume as Mrs. Levy crouched down. “Now Fang. Be a good boy and stay here. If you’re lucky, another stray will come by and mount you real good. Maybe a football player. Maybe a punk ass twerp. Maybe a stray dog with a bigger red rocket than you.”

She stood back up, yanked, and shot her left arm out. “Stay.” He felt the leash plop on the ground next to him.

Ethan whined and cried uncontrollably. He saw her pick up the cardboard box out of the corner of his eye and heard the footsteps as she walked across the forest floor. Saliva dripped in globs off the gagged scarf. Soon her footsteps could not be discerned.

Dusk was transitioning, and the hues of the woods became less crisp to Ethan. He broke the pose and rolled onto his side. Folding in on himself for warmth, he grabbed the onesie opening around his ass and spread it wider over his cock. He wasted no time in getting to work on his red rocket.

You barely audibly spoke my name.

Although the utterance brief, you spoke volumes.

Ballads flitted to and fro whence you softly (and barely audibly) uttered the words “come with me and let us make unrequited love!”

Naturally, I willingly surrendered per that aural, carnal, feral, integral lovely orgiastic hormonal riposte that validates consensual adulthood in general and manhood in particular!

We stole away to some secluded hideaway camouflaged cottage and effortlessly shed our clothes in preparation for that au natural buck-naked wholesome fusion of two bodies exuding ambition toward coital contentment.

Before the blink of an eye, we both concurred via non-verbal communication to allow the flirtatious kibitzing to find us reconnoitering straightaway, which led to a bushy transition from aural to a choral, epochal and oral experience!

As a sentient healthy homo sapiens (awash with immediate desires to become aroused, caressed, enticed to ascend the acme of climactic fulfillment), I embraced this corporeal embodiment of near aesthetic perfection!

Lips touched those of the other before our respective tongues became quick tasty buddies reaching and stretching into the dental cavity of the once former strangers!

French kissing consumed this writer like the dickens (flowed like the Charles river), and found him imbibing the still lingering residue of the last morsel and drink ingested from this fair maiden whose longing for passionate discovery of mine so called pie hole equally powerful!

Both of us nearly drank away every last drop of saliva from the other, which found us in need of a brief reprieve in order to moisten mouths from goblets of vintage filtered water proffered from a well stocked canteen.

After slaking thirsts, a resumption of smooching resumed until this first stage of foreplay amply warmed (or cooled – depending if a scorching heat wave prevailed) the cockles and non-shellfish eating paramours paving the way for titular teasing and prancing (breaking out into sing and dancing) phallus!

Two firm breasts akin to miniature minarets belonging to thee i.e. yourself that breathtaking beauty bamboozled, beckoned and bedazzled this boyish older fellow, who reached out to massage mammary glands first using fingers thence commencing to apply tip of thy taste tester a la this teetotaler tongue tied teenager in an older body!

Like some overgrown baby, a precocious urge overtook yours truly to suckle the bosom per this millennial descendent of Abraham attempting to wheedle droplets of honeyed juice, likened to heavenly sweetest nectar produced by any bees!

Eons seem to elapse while this naked ape.

The soundtrack from Thus Spake Zarathustra played in the background.

I felt very thankful to inherit pleasure seeking peter principle chromosomes nature perfected since the dawn of hominids cradled, nestled and snuggled between concave cleavages (just apropos for this shaggy haired covered head) ideally spaced nipples quite accessible to nurse this infantile oral zeal!

Pressure from feminine hands disrupted blissful drunken stupor and nudged supple movements. Agile and nimble calisthenics (a mental thought this gal probably spent hours as a ballet dancer of gymnast) augmented, gravitated and promulgated a Venus on the half shell vista!

A coarse dark tangled thicket of pubic hair enmeshed against thine smooth shaven countenance!

Akin to an adventurer exploring fecund liquid new found Netherlands (yet as old as Methuselah) testosterone laden (filled to overflowing the bin there done that) excitement arose per the occasion to plod and probe the miniature landscape of dells and valleys.

Clitoral jungle found the necessity to use moi serpent seasoned appurtenance to investigate the hidden wellspring housing the pheromone factory. Inner and outer labia teased apart while the fleshy prong probed deeper into aptly named self-cleaning oven!

A series of gentle paintbrush like motions began to elicit primal groans and moans of erotic ecstasy from this supine slave of my sexual appetite for destruction!

You willingly obliged this country chap to sequester his lithe pointed talker to traipse the trellis of pubic perimeter surely gallivanting the microcosmic ridges and ruffles insistent to locate that eponymous (well nigh impossible to find as truffles in a haystack) “G” spot!

Upon blindly stumbling upon said generator of climactic electric and fantastic intrinsic juice, an opportune time arose to thrust the unsheathed scabbard and claim the land for merry olde England!

Thus ends the bit size drill that t’will bore ye dear lass!