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Surrender

Come over here and lay down next to me
There is something I want you to see
Hold out your hand and close your eyes
I want to give you an erotic surprise
Shh… don’t say a word just lay there still
I have a secret fantasy to fulfill
Won’t you surrender your love to me?
You won’t be disappointed just wait and see
I will not hurt you I just want to take charge
I can already see something in your pants growing large
I will move my mouth from your head down to your toes
Then work my way back to your thing that grows
After I am done I will ride the horse until we are both equally satisfied of course
I will take my time to make it last forever
I love when our bodies are close together

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Internet Partner

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As told by Julie
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As you know my sex life with Sam has not that thrilling. It seems all he ever thinks about is his job. He gets a decent income from his work, but the trouble is, it seems that he is always at work. I sit at home waiting for him. He comes home eats supper, and falls asleep in front of the television. The odd time I can interest him in sex he plays with my tits for a few minutes, fondles my pussy then mounts me, and fucks me till he ejaculates, then roles over and falls asleep. I am left with a soggy pussy and still horny. I have not experienced an orgasm in so long I can’t remember. Of course you hear about women that get a little on the side. I have never attempted that. Lack of nerve I guess. What if I got caught?
A couple of months ago though, I got curious and I peeked at a website that said it was ‘for women who were attached but dreaming of something different, and the men who wanted them.’ There were dozens of listings of men who were offering themselves to women who wanted to cheat on their husbands. As I perused the catalogue of horny men, one or two tickled my fancy. I decided to fill in a bio just to see where this could lead.
About a week went by and someone responded to my bio saying that I he wanted more information about me. He especially wanted to know about my sexual preferences. I can tell you that I put a tight knot in my tummy when I read that. After a while I got up the nerve and sent off a reply. I told him I was not very experienced but I was open for just about anything.
He didn’t take long to send me another message asking for more specifics. Did I like it outdoors, or in a hot tub maybe? Do I enjoy receiving oral sex? Do I ever give oral sex? What about anal? Have I ever been spanked?
I don’t know why but the thought of being spanked made my juices flow. Being naked and turned over a man’s knees and having my bare ass spanked really excited me. For sure I had never taken it in my bum. I wanted to answer but that knot in my tummy just ached. Finally I sent a message back. I said he didn’t tell me much about himself either. What did he like? I got real daring and asked about his cock.
“How big is it? Is it long? How thick is it? Do you have hairy balls?” I asked. I told him that I had never been spanked, and never had anal. I wasn’t sure if I could endure any pain. But yes I do love receiving and giving oral sex.
His next e-mail came quickly and asked me to call him and left me a phone number. Sending provocative messages under an anonymous name was one thing, but to call and say ‘Hi this is Julie.’ was another. I wanted to call, but I didn’t want to call. I stared at the phone. I reached for it a dozen times, but no I couldn’t just call him. Every time I reached for the phone I got that knot in my tummy again. What would happen if I didn’t? Would he stop e-mailing to me? What if I did call, would he want to meet me? Of course he would!
A strong deep male voice answered the phone. “This is ‘Looker’ calling.” I said and held my breath.
“You have a nice voice.” He quickly responded.
“You didn’t answer my questions.” Was all I could think to say to him, my voice shaking a little.
After a short pause he chuckled and said that it was about seven or eight inches long when it was hard, and that he had never had any complaints about the size.
I was talking to a strange man about the size of his penis!
He then asked me about my breasts. I told him my measurements and that I have a ‘C’ cup. Oh my god I was being soooo wicked! Was I really talking on the phone about his cock and my tits?
“That sounds like a nice size.” He whispered. Then after a short pause, just like I knew he would, he said. “I think we should get together.” I don’t know what drove me to make the arrangements for that very afternoon.
When we got off the phone, I began to tremble. I had done it! I called him! And I had committed to meet him! I was in a semi-panic! Doubts filled my mind. Should I go? Should I call him back and cancel? What would I wear? The biggest question in my mind was whether or not put on underwear.
Two hours later I was outside a small, but respectable restaurant. I had seldom been to this part of town before, so I had little fear of anyone I knew seeing me. There were a few people when I went inside. In the back there was a small booth with a man sitting alone. I knew it was him, so I went right to the cubicle.
“Hi, are you the one called Snake?” I asked.
“Yes I am. Won’t you sit down Looker?” He invited. “You certainly picked the right handle, you really are a looker.” I felt the blood rush to my face.
He seemed to be exactly as he described himself on the Website. He was about my height, maybe a little overweight, but not fat. He was good looking with a warm smile.
“Well you don’t look like a snake.” I replied, sitting across from him.
“It is not me, it’s the body part you are so curious about.” He chuckled. My face got hot again. “You certainly undersold yourself, you look terrific.” He continued, his gaze kept returning to my breasts. I had decided to leave my bra at home and show off my tits. I had no idea where I got the nerve, but I boldly reached up and undid the second button on my blouse so he could glimpse at my deep cleavage. He licked his lips.
We sat and drank our coffee making small talk. He told me his name was Ben and that he was a business owner. I told my name and said that I was a housewife. We talked about the Website we had used. He told me again how impressed he was with my looks. His eyes kept wandering back to my partially open blouse. It took all my will power not to make a move to cover myself. I wanted him to look at my tits.
After a short time Ben excused himself and went into the washroom. When he came out he sat next to me in the booth. He reached for my hand and holding it firmly brought it down into his lap. His zipper was open! He just looked at me and smiled.
“Did you want to meet Snake?” He asked.
My face was hot again, but I smiled. With my heart thumping in my chest, I slowly moved my hand inside his pants and found his unprotected dick. It felt hot to my touch, and when I closed my fingers around it, I felt it twitch with joy. I was sitting in a public restaurant with my blouse partially open and my hand in a man’s pants holding his cock. I felt like a slut. Worst of all I was enjoying what I was feeling, and doing. I had crossed the point of no return. I knew I had to fuck him.
Looking around the room I could see no one was paying any attention to us. Ben put his arm around my shoulders and lifted his other hand tenuously and slid it inside my invitingly open blouse and gently fondled my unrestricted breast. His quivering prick seemed to grow harder in my grasp as he flicked my rigid nipple. My heart was really thumping in my chest now. It seemed so loud that it could have brought attention to us. Presently he removed his hand from my tit and dropped it down under the table.
“If you let go of Snake for a moment I would like to explore under your skirt.” He whispered. Like the newly inaugurated slut I had become, I reluctantly let go of his cock and put both my forearms on the table and nervously spread my knees lewdly apart allowing him the access he wanted.
His bold hand went underneath the hem of my skirt and gradually moved up my inner thigh as he kept his promise. My pussy flooded. Yes, I had worn panties just in case this sort of thing happened. My crotch was soaking wet.
He just looked up into my face and raised an eyebrow as his zealous fingers slid along the crotch of my saturated underwear. Without a word he moved the hem aside and stroked my treacherous unshaved shaggy pussy. I tried to sit still as a thick finger split my lips apart and easily slid up my sodden hole. Ben slowly finger fucked me as I squirmed on his hand, my skirt riding up my legs. If anyone in the restaurant even cared what was going on all they had to do was glance our way and they would know what Ben was doing. I felt like a teenager experimenting with her first boy.
“Oh God Ben, I need more privacy. I just have to fuck you really soon.” I whispered. He quickly rose out of his seat and led me out of the restaurant, explaining that he lived just down the street. I walked beside him on shaky legs. I could feel that my panties were still askew, leaving my soggy pussy exposed under my skirt. The air felt chilly as it cooled my dripping cunt, and that only added to my agitation.
It turned out that he lived in a very nice luxury high-rise apartment building. He squeezed my hand as we rode up in the elevator I looked down and noticed that his fly was still open. He fit his key in the lock and ushered me inside. He turned and faced me as soon as the door closed. Pushing me back to the door. His hands went straight to my aching tits. I moaned as he squeezed them mercilessly, tenderly enclosing my nipples between two fingers. I felt a rush that went straight down my back to my slobbering pussy. I used all my strength to grab at his now exposed rigid cock.
He put one hand behind my head and pressed his mouth to mine. Our tongues fought for supremacy.
Suddenly he began to drag me into the nearby bedroom. Before I knew it, I was sprawled across his bed. My skirt flew up around my hips and my bare legs were willingly spread wide apart, lewdly inviting him to mount me and fuck my drooling pussy. He dropped his pants and reached to remove my soaking panties, tossing them over his shoulder. Without any further ceremony, he mounted me with authority and drove his magnificent, thick cock deep into my eager steaming cunt.
“Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmyyyyyyyygggoooodddd!”
He immediately began to pump in and out of my ravenous twat making lewd squishing sounds, but neither of us lasted long, we were too excited. If he penetrated into me fifteen times I would be surprised. In next to no time he was spewing his load deep into my burning twat. I was rolling around the bed shuddering and moaning as my first orgasm in god-knows-how-long completely enveloped my sweating body. He rolled off of me and lay on his back panting for breath.
As soon as I recovered my senses I stood up and took off my tousled blouse and skirt. He lay there on his back watching me undress, still wearing his rumpled shirt. He was naked from the waist down, his exhausted joint lying across his muscular leg. As soon as I was naked I crawled back onto the bed and grasped his depleted woman pleaser to see if I could put some life back into it. Believe me I wanted more life in that beautiful cock. Nothing could deter me as I bathed the monster with my tongue. I moaned when I found the taste of our combined body juices lingering there.
It took little effort to restore ‘the snake’ to its full potential as a fuck machine. Ben wanted fuck me again, this time with more passion. His intention was not just to fuck me but really romance me with eagerness.
He pulled my sucking mouth away from his steel-hard dick, and holding me by the chin, he said. “The last time was for hunger. This time I want to experience the real you.”
With that he put his arms around me and hugged my naked body. I thrilled when my pebble-hard nipples crushed against his muscular chest. I put my arms around his neck and frenched his sensual mouth and could feel his beefy hard-on wedged against my abdomen.
He rolled me on my back, and placed a finger on my forehead. Slowly, very slowly, his finger descended down along my nose. With sensual determination he leaned over and pressed his lips to the spot on my forehead that his finger had just vacated. The finger by now had left the tip of my nose and was headed for my trembling lips. The kisses followed to my nose. As his finger traced along my lips and moved on. His lips and tongue soon followed and I received a wet French kiss like I hadn’t experienced in years.
His depraved finger traced all the way down between my heaving breasts, his wicked mouth and tongue followed leaving a cold wet trail behind. Each turgid nipple was visited by the finger and was followed by the erotic stimulating mouth.
While my nipples were being licked and sucked, the finger was relentlessly moving ever so slowly across my tummy, heading for my furry crotch. My mind was having trouble dealing with the tongue that was flicking my nipple while the finger traced a path around my pubic forest. He didn’t enter my pussy with the finger he just passed up and down on each side of my tremulous pussy lips. When his mouth left my tit and started to follow the trail blazed by the exploring finger. The precursor was pioneering a trail along my trembling labia.
It seemed like an eternity before his lips licked their way up my crotch. Once, twice, they traced along the outer lips, then with delicious patience the tongue split my quivering flesh aside and slid across my quavering anus. I bucked my ass up off the bed but he stayed with me and slavered all over my pucker. But he didn’t reside there. Soon he was licking my sloppy cunt. I hit an astonishing peak. The tingling in my cunt was incredible. I had my second mind-blowing orgasm of the day.
As soon as I regained control the mouth moved to my throbbing clitoris and sucked it in. The moment he jabbed it with his bawdy tongue I exploded into the wildest orgasm I had ever experienced. Coming on the heels of my first two, this orgasm was ten times better. For the first time in my married life I felt a true explosive climax. To be honest I don’t remember all of this astounding event. I do remember feeling my sexual juices flooding my quivering channel. I do remember my whole body shaking. I was out of control. I closed my eyes and just let the whole earth shattering event wash over me.
Without warning I felt the bed move. My orgasm was in the last throes of its pulsing energy, I opened my eyes to see my partner Ben hovering over me. At the same moment I felt his huge cock at the opening to my still throbbing pussy. Before I could react further his monster parted my nether lips and slid all the way up into my slippery cunt. In no time Ben began the ancient ritual erotic dance. I could do nothing but lie there and enjoy the sensations of my dying orgasm and renewed carnal penetration.
Again and again my lover fucked his hard dick into my energy-fatigued body. I was too exhausted to do anything more than to just lie there and allow him to take his pleasure. To be honest I would not have tried to stop him if I had that energy. With every manly thrust I could feel my body responding with yet another massive orgasm. At first it was a slight tingle, but as he continued to fuck me, it grew more and more intense. I didn’t want this to ever end, so I tried to suppress its progress. But I soon lost that battle. My cunt involuntarily contracted around his hammering rod, causing even more passionate and powerful sensations to course through my trembling body.
Then it hit me again. I felt another massive orgasm regain control of all my senses. The only difference was that there was a long, thick, and extremely hard penis rammed all the way up my drooling love canal. I was like a prisoner impaled by a huge spike that held me in place as I flooded my tunnel. I could actually feel his penis swell in size then detonate his heated sperm into my cervix. His cannon fired again and again filling me with his man seed. He finally collapsed on top of my overheated body and rolled off to my right side. With all the energy I had left I reached out and grasped hold of his wilting manhood.
I awoke some time later, my hand still held onto his soft, sticky cock. I didn’t really want to release my prize, but he moved a little and I could no longer reach. He opened his eyes and looked at his watch.
“It may be hard to believe this, but we have been here almost two and a half hours.” He said softly.
I sat bolt upright at that news. I would have to be home soon. I started hunting down my discarded clothing. He agreed that time was running out for him as well.
Pulling up my still damp panties I said. “I want you to know that this has been a wonderful experience for me.”
“Oh yea,” he sighed. “I had more fun than I have in years. You are a really pretty woman and I am glad we could do this. I don’t know about you but I would like to do this again.”
“You can bet I would like to do this again.” I agreed hoping that I didn’t sound to eager.
“Call me when you are ready then. Besides you still haven’t been spanked.”

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He told Me not to tell

Byron heard angry footfalls coming down the hallway. Krista was lying on the bed naked from the waist down. Byron opened the window and quietly crept out of the window without making a sound, he put two fingers to his lips making a be quiet sign that only Krista understood “meaning don’t tell”. As Byron crept way, Joann was in the door way what’s going on in hear she said. Krista shrank back under the covers scared out of her mind. “He told me not to tell” mommy, “he told me not to tell”. Who told you not to tell Krista, please tell me? Half crying she said, “he told me not to tell; he’s said he would hurt me if I told. Joann said “it was all right you don’t have to tell me right now” and she went over to the bed and set down next to her daughter. It’s all right Krista it’s over now; he won’t ever do that again. However, it was not over by far; Byron could not control his impulses this is something that had been with him sense high school and he could not stop it. It was like some bad dream “Oh my god that was close” Byron thought to himself “that was fucking to close”. He was heading toward the local bar in Norfolk. To drink Him self-away from what had just happened Plagued by his blatant lust for children.
Byron stayed in the bar for several hours drinking vodka neat witch was his favorite drink when he did drink witch was quite frequently, he stayed for several hours getting drunk off his ass, he thought to himself “ now the trick would be trying to walk home with out falling on my ass”. It was around 9:30 at night the bar tender called him a cab and paid for it both ways. Therefore, he did not have to worry about walking home from the bar. That night around 11 Byron woke up screaming from a nightmare, it was horrible there was a dark cloaked figure with no face and very bone like hands. It was like the grim reaper coming for me during the night. Haunting me with his evil menacing presence was to strong and Byron could not resist. Byron looked around the room reassuring him self that it was just a dream. Glancing at the clock it was around 11:30 and he finally settled down and went back to sleep. Byron woke up at around 7 am showered and shaved and went to work. “Work now that’s an irony” that Byron cared not to talk about. That day went pretty well I thought it was not that hard packing box’s all day. However, Byron longed for something more “young flesh”. He was day dreaming again and it was almost quitting time. “Time to go on the hunt” Byron had decided to go out for the evening. Where he didn’t know probably some local hole in the wall bar but he wasn’t interested in picking up a lay for the night. What he was interested in was picking up a single mother with an attractive little girl. This was Byron’s goal for the evening it was an achievable plan and he had done it may times before. It was in this manner that he met Joann and finally befriended her and met Krista, “this hot little girl was awesome” Byron thought, and felt him-self getting hard again and forced himself to calm down.
It wasn’t easy for him and it wasn’t easy to control the urges that his body was telling him he needed to satisfy every day. It was time for Byron to keep his urges in check again. He had fifteen minutes to go until miller time and he could go on the prowl once again. He had to find some one that wouldn’t mind some company for the night but that was not his main goal for the night. He had to find a little girl and stroke her smooth milky white thighs or her round peachy bottom. This was his ultimate goal for the evening to find a single mother and be invited back to her home for the night and possibly get a phone number and befriend a woman with his natural charms. Some time’s the urge was their to kill their mothers and keep them all to himself? However, he physiologically needed the nurturing form the Childs mother. “Due to the abuse he suffered from an early age by his father”. “The miserable fuck!” I hope the fucker dies before he’s sixty”! Byron thought to himself. I need a drink hay jerry could you get me a vodka and jerry replied, neat “yes I know you come in hear enough Byron”. “I guess I do”. Byron thought, his days have become pretty much routine. Get up, go to work, and the go out and pick up some hot single mom and go back to her place and meet her child “ if it’s female “ he thought. It was several hours before the women started coming in at around 5 o’clock he has been hear since around 3:30pm. Time to go to work figuratively of course. “Looking and looking, bingo bogy at 2 o clock. “Hay jerry could you do me a favor, could you send that hot little momma over their a drink I’m buying”. “Sure thing Byron what do you want to send her “, “Byron thought for a moment and come up with a Singapore sling”. Byron thought to himself “man she is good looking”. After she got the drink that he had bought her, he waited a few minutes and flirted with her. He got up and walked over to her and introduced himself to her he asked what her name was. She was a little apprehensive but figured what the hell she was divorced and he was relatively attractive. My name is Rachel and yours is. It’s Byron. Well Byron have a seat you pegged me pretty well Byron a Singapore sling is my favorite drink. Byron eyes went down to her hands, “no ring she’s not married but she cold be either widowed or divorced”. She glanced at him and caught him looking at her hand and she said I’m divorced with two little girls. “To girls” Byron thought jackpot, I want to get to know this woman; and use her to meet her kids” this would be perfectly all right with him two for the price of one. This would be grate but the last time he tried this at Joann’s home he had almost been caught. This scared him to no end it was like that dream that I had last night.
They exchanged phone numbers and he set their for a while talking and laughing just getting to know each other. I’ll call you sometime, was eight o’clock he had know idea that they had been talking for three hours. He ordered his last drink and he went home. Feeling good about his accomplishment for the evening he could rest well but his conscious had other plans. He fell into a deep sleep from all the alcohol that he had consumed tonight. When he was fully out the dream began again. The tall bone figure returned cloaked in black and menacing. The grim reaper was standing at the foot of his bed and he moved up next to Byron. Byron could feel the bone chilling cold of death, and the grim reaper beckoned Byron to join him. Byron’s mind did not want to go with him but his body did not listen to him. As they moved toward the window, the grim reaper lifted his bonelike hand and they were standing in front of Joann’s house. Then Byron woke up sharply sweating profusely and he had a chill run through his bones. He was wide-awake for hours, after that dream and went into the kitchen to get a beer out of the fridge. The clock in the kitchen read midnight, but after that vivid dream it felt like three in the morning to him right now. He was off today and decided to call Rachel this afternoon. First he wanted to call Joann, picked up the phone, and dialed the number when she answered the phone he did not say anything but just listened to her. Joann was frightened by this act and asked who the hell this is! Byron hung up quickly and he was becoming obsessed with Krista he wanted her for himself.
It was around one in the morning, and he went back to bed after a few more beers he passed out on the bed. He woke the next morning with a horrible hangover when the alarm went off it sounded like a hundred freight trains running through his head. Christ he thought I need coffee yes that’s what I need so he went back to his kitchen and started the coffee pot. It was around nine in the morning and he wanted to call Rachel right now. Byron dialed the number that she had given him the night before. It began ringing, once, twice, three times and a small little girls voice answered and said hello may I help you. Byron answered her is your mommy their? Yes she said hold on I would get her for you. Clattering and footsteps is what Byron heard on the other end of the phone. Rachel answered the phone yes may I help you. Byron said oh yes this is Byron the guy that you met last night. Oh yeah Byron sure last nights still a little fuzzy Rachel replied. Byron said yeah I have a hangover from hell, but you make the pain go away. Rachel thought that was sweet just as she was about to tell him what she was thinking he interrupted her. What about we go out tonight Byron added to his last sentence. Rachel was stunned by Byron’s straight forwardness. However, reluctantly said yes, and said that she would meet him at the bar in down town Norfolk at around seven o’clock. Rachel said she had something in the oven and had to hang up. Byron said well by and hung up the phone. Byron thought of the little girls voice, she sounded like she was about eleven or so and his mind began to dwell on what she looked like. “Her hot silky smooth white thighs and he thought of his hand moving up her thigh running all the way to her yet developed pussy”. “He imagined putting his finger inside of her”. His thoughts shifted again and he was thinking about Krista and needed to find a way to posses her to have her all to him self. He had to think of a way to get rid of that fucking bitch mother of hers. Byron thought Joann how I could kill her. I could take them out to Charlottesville, to the second home with I rented out a little extra income was always a good thing.
I could lock the three of them in the basement up there and no one would ever know that they were in the house. I have to make sure that I do this the right way so that I don’t get caught. Byron would have to think about this for a while, and plan every contingency out, what would happen if this happened; it would take some time and be many a sleepless nights for it to work. That way he could have Krista all to him self the other two were an added bonus. He thought if he planed it out in detail he could get away with it. Killing Joann, Rachel, and taking there kids for him self to fondle their hot sum pious little bodies. He was getting off on just the thought of what he was planning. By the time he had realized it. It was noon and he still had so much to do and so little time to do it. Byron felt tired he wanted to sleep and do nothing else for the rest of the day until he met Rachel later that night. Byron wanted to find out what her children were like, and what their names were. He went into the kitchen and removed a cold beer from the refrigerator. The sleeping pills were on the counter next to the water jug. He took several and downed the pills with a wash of the beer. Byron staggered to the bed and fell across it like a fallen tree. Byron “conscious wanted to torment him some more”. He drifted off into the blissful sleep of the drugs and the beer that he had taken them with. The man in the black cloak returned to him in his sleep. The grim reaper retuned they were standing in front of Joann’s house. He gestured towards the front door of her house. Then he waved his bone like hand and they were inside the house. It was neat and clean but when they moved through the shell of the home. Their was blood smeared on the walls of the hall way and the words “he told me not to tell”. The grim reaper waved his hand once more; they were standing in the doorway of the bedroom. The covers on the bed were the shape of a woman but the form was not moving. As they moved closer to the bed, Byron was able to see clearer it was Joann lying in a pool of blood with part of her head on the headboard. Byron woke up with the realization that he could get away with it; the dreams were telling him that he could. The dreams were torturing his very soul and slowly driving him mad. However Byron did not realize this and continued with his normal routine.
Byron was spending all of his time planning what he was thinking about doing which to him seemed perfectly logical “the next step on the road into madness” and Byron was well on his way. Then he glanced at the clock and it was 6 o clock in the after noon he realized that his date with Rachel was in an hour and he was no where near being ready to go out to meet her and then return to her home possibly to meet her children. Byron was in a panic he had so many things to plan out and a lot of work left to do, “there was not enough time in the day” he thought to himself. This date if you could call it that, it was more like a chance to meet her two lovely daughters whom he could posses for himself. This was the first time he had been out sense he had meet Joann. “This is going to be a little scary tonight “but he forced himself to calm down “Think of the reward you get to keep her two luscious daughters all to himself”. This was the voice in his head which was some times cruel and very filled with hate for women this probably went all the way back to his mother. When he told his mom what daddy was doing to him when she was not around she laughed at him and told him that he was lying and washed his mouth out with soap. This went on for years, and she did nothing to stop it. Witch is probably why he still hates his parents to this day. All of his thoughts were a jumble inside his head he needed time to sort them all out. The nightmares were beginning to affect his every waking moment and he could not stop them from happing. Byron needed to get ready for his night out with Rachel; he had already showered for the day so he dressed to impress this was the same old routine for him now. It was scary to him that he falls into the routine so quickly after almost getting caught with Krista. Byron was not about to let that happen again. This time was going to be different this time he had every little detail planed out to nth degree. Byron went over the list in his head,” first I will befriend Rachel and get to know her kids. Second he would invite her to go away for the weekend but only one of them would return. Third the kids would be his all of them and they would go to Charlottesville to the hose witch he would make sure was empty before Byron put his plan into motion”.
“It wasn’t much of a plan right now he thought but it will be, oh it will be”. The plan wasn’t fully realized yet but Byron’s mind was working overtime on that very thing. Byron was ready for his date if you would call it that what it was more like a lustful obsession with little girls. He went out going to the bar that they had met in and when he arrived Rachel was waiting for him. Byron thought for a moment to himself “ I have to stay with the plan that is in the back of my mind “ his conscious would not let him forget it not in a million years. Then he suddenly came back to reality. Rachel was speaking to him and his mind was somewhere else. He caught himself drifting and said “ I m sorry what did you say, I did not catch that last sentence”. Rachel repeated what she had said to him “ I was saying what do you do for a living “. Byron under stood what she was saying this time and replied that he was into real-estate which was a lie but she did not know him as far as she knew he was just some guy that she had meet one night in a bar. Some how she inherently trusted him, “ little did she know that he was a low life scum bag that was only in it to meet her kids so he could take them form her after he had disposed of her body”. It wouldn’t be that long before he could act on his obsession with young little girls. Byron shifted the conversation to her two little girls, “so what are your daughter’s names” Byron asked and Rachel said that her children’s names were Tracy and Janna. “Their lovely names Byron replied. “ “How old are they”. He prodded her with out thinking about what he was saying. Rachel was a little timid to answer but she did anyway “there nine and eleven” she had finally told him. There meals had arrived by this time they ate and drank there way through dinner with some heavy flirting going on in between glances by both Byron and Rachel. Byron could sense that he was going to be asked back to her apartment or house with ever it was. Rachel was loosening up to him and becoming more relaxed around Byron. She had finally said the words that Byron wanted to hear all night “would you like to come back to my place after we are finished with dinner”. “Hell yes I would “Byron thought to himself for a moment but he was thinking “finally I will get to meet her daughters and take them to a place that I could keep them locked away to keep for my own. Bryon responded that would be “all right by him”. Rachel was dieing with anticipation to get this guy whom she hardly knew into the sack to test what his love making skills were like. Byron kind of knew what was going to happen next. Therefore, he went along for the ride but all the while he was thinking about Tracy, Janna and Krista. How he would keep them locked away in the basement of the house in Charlottesville, for his personal pleasure. Thinking of how he could get rid of there mothers so he could keep them all for himself.
Rachel and Byron left the restaurant and headed back to Rachel place wherever that was. Any man could see the raw unbidden lust in Rachel’s eyes they were longing for good hard sex after they got back to her place. Nevertheless, Rachel’s thoughts were of her children right at that instant she would have to wait until she had put them to sleep for the night and then the real fun could commence. The night was still young Rachel thought and we could have sex all night if he liked. When they reached her three-bed room apartment she put the key in the door and opened it and the baby sitter was asleep on the couch with the kids asleep on either side of her. Byron thought she couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen at the most sponge bob square pants was on nick toons and the baby sitter stirred from her slumber when she herd the door opening. Your home late, still have asleep she got up and grabbed her coat to leave, Rachel paid the girl and she left closing the door behind her. Rachel woke the children for a moment and they got up and shuffled to there rooms. Byron thought of them lustfully how he could imagine running his hands all over there little bodies, but Rachel had other plans for him this night.
Rachel said “have a seat Byron and make your self-comfortable, now that the kids are asleep its time for the adults to play”. “I will be right back; I am going to slip into something more comfortable”. Byron’s mind began racing “exactly what did she mean by slipping into something more comfortable”. However, Byron knew by the look in her eyes what she was thinking. Although it was only a few minutes that Rachel was gone Byron knew what was going to happen next. Rachel entered the living room of her apartment with a bottle of Champaign in one hand and two glasses in the other. Rachel was wearing a black see through gown and her large breasts heaved beneath the material of the gown. Her nipples began to stiffen as the black gown flowed down her curvy body. Byron had to force himself under control, but he had no interest in what she was about to do to him or him to her. What he was thinking about to get himself aroused was the thought of laying in bed with both of her kids after her had pleasured himself with the thought of what he was going to do to them and with them. Rachel eased down beside of him and began to tell him what her intentions truly were. This disgusted Byron and his thoughts drifted back to her hot little girls that were probably fast asleep by now. Rachel poured the two glasses of Champaign and she downed hers in a single swallow. Byron slowly sipped the liquid that was placed in front of him Rachel began speaking but Byron was some where else in his mind, and nodded at the appropriate times shaking his head yes and no as she prompted him to respond to what she was saying. By this time Byron was like a rock and ready for what ever she intended to do with him but his mind was thinking of the little girls that were sleeping in the other room. Rachel tugged at his belt around his waist and finally managed to loosen it enough to slip her warm hand inside of his pants. She stroked his member until it was even harder than before, and Rachel commanded that he remove his pants, so Byron obliged her but was thinking to him self “just get it over with already”. Rachel intended to take her time with him and enjoy every little second of the first sexual encounter she has had in almost two whole years of pent up sexual depravation. Which she was planning on releasing all of it on this garbage heap of a man? Rachel was about to do something that she would regret for the rest of her life. When Byron finally got what he wanted out of her, her children so he could take them away form hear and hide them away from the rest of the would and no one would ever find them.
Be ready for part 2 it gets even better.

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A Short Train Ride

A Short Train Ride
I bumped into him at the porn club where I usually took a bottle of wine to share with the manager Brian. I had been a member so long that I only went downstairs to the two small cinemas when a couple came in to play.
That evening whilst chatting with Brian, a friend of his came whom I had seen before but not really got to know. We shared the wine and got on to our main interests that drew us to the club- wonderful horny women who liked to play. He and I got on really well.
He then made a proposition to me that was quite a challenge. I agreed and would wait for him to phone me on my mobile when it might happen. This is the story of what actually happened.
I had forgotten about the chat at the club. Then out of the blue Stan rang me and asked me if I was still interested. I replied, “Of course.”
“Well Sheila and I are coming up to London tomorrow for the day for a bit of what she loves and I wondered if you would like to partake in a little fun. She doesn’t know I rang you but she knows I can arrange this kind of thing.”
We agreed to meet at the hotel at Victoria Station, one of the main lines into London, at 1030 in a bar we both knew. I wasn’t to greet them but when we had both arrived I would go to the loo where he and I would make arrangements.
I arrived just before 1030 and ordered a coffee. About 1040 they arrived and Stan gave me a wink and settled down with Sheila nearby. So I had a good view of her as she sat sideways to me about 12 feet away. She was blonde about 45-50 and quite trim and wore heels and stockings (I thought) and a light black cotton coat buttoned up, but without a belt. Her breasts were not too apparent under the coat. I had to imagine what she wore under the coat.
Once they settled I rose and went to the loo. I was followed by Stan. He said she’s game. In fact they had a bit of fun on the way up from Brighton but that’s another cameo. We agreed I would go out of the hotel first and wait for them to come out and follow them.
Once back in the main station, after a few minutes they emerged from the hotel and began to walk to the underground. I immediately followed them down the escalators to the underground to join a train going north. I kept a few feet from them but never got too separated. The platform was very crowded and I began to lose sight of them. Don’t panic Ian I thought. But I then heard the sound of the train in the tunnel at some distance but they approach fast. I moved along as quickly as I could, then suddenly I saw her blond hair. They had walked some way along the platform and waited. The train arrived quite crowded. I moved closer to them and got on behind her and Stan was in front of Sheila. We were at the end of the carriage where there is a single door. I was the last in. The doors closed and we were wedged. Sheila had her back to me and Stan provided cover for both of us.
The train picked up speed and she relaxed a bit. Because the train was crowded her back was pressed against me. I found myself in a position I had imagined but didn’t possibly think would actually happen.
Tentatively, I moved my hand to her hips and over her rear and just pressed a little toward her. She pressed back firmly on to my growing hardon. I took that as a yes. I moved my right hand down her leg at the back and tucked into her coat. I began to slowly lift her coat running my hand up her leg and thigh over her stocking. Yes they were stockings. I had reached her soft flesh. Her continued pressing against me encouraging me to go further.
Her flesh was deliciously warm as I stroked that warm softness across her upper thigh at the point where it met the cheeks of her bum. No apparent panties. She seemed to like what I was doing as she pressed more firmly against my groin. Encouraged and running my hand round her thigh I ran into plenty of hair and noticing she was indeed panty less. My fingers explored her hairy wet warm cunt as I slid across her soaking labia and into her vagina and up across to her clit. With my other hand I suddenly found that her sleeve was a wide one enabling me to move inside the sleeve under her arm pit on to her chest and across to her left breast. The nipple was tight and stiff from a slightly floppy but fullish tit.
She squeezed even harder against me in silent recognition of my sexual onslaught.
The train began its deceleration into the next station. I thought it was an all too brief sexual interlude. I was right up against the door. Fortunately the platform was on the other side of the carriage. I paused. Sheila didn’t move or look back at me as if I was still a stranger in the carriage whom she had to involuntarily squeeze against. Stan winked at me in recognition of my, so far, successful exploration of his partner.
More people got on the train than got off. So the effect was more intimacy. But Stan controlled the pressure on us. He didn’t want to make it impossible for us.
Slowly the train began to speed up leaving the station. As it did so I resumed my movements on her clit and tightened my fingers on her hardened nipple. At full speed Sheila was getting into a beautiful rhythm as my finger slipped and slid around and across her stiffened clit. Pressing her nipple really hard, she began to tense her whole body. Glancing at her face, she had clenched her eyes, her lips silently braced and she came in my hand as I increased the pace on her little power source. I heard her quietly squirm at the pinnacle of her cum.
As she came down, she took her hand out of her pocket where it had resided, her other hand on a vertical rail for support, and squeezed my erection in recognition of her induced orgasm. Stan just gleamed at both of us. He looked pretty high too. All this in the space of what felt like five minutes.
I was on a high too but thought, well at least I’ve provided a good service even though there was not much more she could do for me.
The train slowed again. She signalled to Stan that she wanted to move on, gave me a final warming grip of my cock and moved out of the carriage.
I quickly made the decision to follow them. They were changing train lines, involving a change of platforms. I was becoming expert in keeping up. Though it was about 11 in the morning the underground was still busy, with visitors and tourists who just got in my way as they struggled to make sense of where they were going. My knowledge of London’s underground enabled me to follow them on their way to another line and platform. Going up an escalator, Stan viewed me from the neighbouring escalator and winked again. Sheila didn’t see me.
Arriving at the next platform, I followed a few yards behind and waited, as did they, till the next train arrived. This time I was able to get in with them. We found ourselves, again at the end of carriage except that Sheila was standing and resting against a bum rest facing out and I was directly in front of her with the door to our right and Stan to my left. Again, beautifully tucked in.
“Weren’t you on the last train? Sheila beamed at me as I responded, “Yes, my pleasure.”
I moved forward feeling encouraged by my covering of her by my full winter coat, by her comment and slipped inside her coat to feel her stockinged thighs again. She helped me by undoing one button on her coat, enabling me to slide my hand up beyond her stockings to her still wet pussy.
However, this time she went for my zip inside my open coat that provided a cover for our activities. I had decided when I prepared for this morning not to wear underpants. So when she began to explore she found herself stroking my cock already hard. We played with each other.
“Here darling let me look after you this time.”
There wasn’t either the time or the space to be able to fuck without being observed but Sheila took both hands to stroke my balls and wank my cock as I also fingered her wet pussy that had leaked onto her thighs. I slid a spare hand in her coat to grasp her nipple again and gave it a squeeze. She smiled and quietly whispered in my ear,
“Darling, you’re not good at taking instructions are you? Let me look after you. Just hold me. Don’t try to get me off again – no time.”
For some reason my eyes scanned to the right of Stan. Looking very closely at me was a woman in her late 50’s giving a very searing look at me and Sheila. In an instant she knew exactly what was going on. I was just about to panic and attempt a quick withdrawal when she just smiled benignly at me, giving us a silent acquiescence. Fucking wonderful. The world can be just brilliant. Sheila was not in a position to see or be aware of this potential, but averted, blow to our pleasure.
I smiled back and relaxed just holding Sheila’s warm soft thighs.
“Cum for me now. You look ready. Just shoot at my pussy. Don’t worry about the mess I love it. I had a lovely mouthful on my way up on the train. Yours will add to my creaming.”
In my ear she murmured, “Yes let me have it now.”
Just as she made the comment I felt her hand harden on the head of my cock, much firmer than she had been doing. I had not cum for a day or so. As I went over the top, not making my usual noisy outburst but stifling it in her hair, she kept going, rubbing every drop of spunk out of me as it shot out and slid on and down her pussy hairs.
She let go and I slipped back behind my open zip. I gave her a warm hug just as the announcement came for the next station. We smiled at each other. I glanced at Stan who returned my smile as did my observer who realised what had happened and just beamed at me. Sheila gave me a final hug just as the train slowed at the platform. I kissed her cheek and wished her a lovely time for the rest of their travels.
I got off the train with the sexual observer right behind me. I caught her eye again.
“Some people get all the luck don’t they? Thanks for the show. Wish it were me.”
I was just going to reply when she was joined, by what appeared to be her partner or friend and bid her, “I wish it were to.” We went our separate ways.
It was really just a quickie, but a very memorable one that depended on impeccable timing and good luck. I was aching to share the story with my closest friends but only the ones I could trust and who knew me well. Brian, back at the club loved the retelling. I’ve enjoyed sharing it, once again, with you.
And the cameo on the Brighton line? They found themselves in an empty carriage with just a young 18 year old opposite and facing them. For Sheila it was just too, too tempting. She slowly opened her stockinged legs to the young man. At first he didn’t notice but he looked up a little from his mobile on which he had been texting and found himself looking at her knees. She continued opening her legs until her tops were revealed, then, and in the full light of the morning sun, she displayed her pussy hairs. Seeing his response in his groin she used her fingers to open wider and revealed the glory of her glistening wet lips. His eyes rove between her pussy and her face to see her intentions were aligned with what was happening. He registered positive as his cock began to harden.
Nodding to Stan to keep an ear and eye to passing passengers, she reached forward to his zipper and pulled it down and dug for his cock. Pulling it out she leaned further forward and took his hardon straight into her mouth. She proceeded to suck him to an extremely quick climax, deftly swallowed his load, wrapped back behind his zipper, stood up, blew him a kiss and departed to another carriage with Stan. (This little cameo was relayed to me by Stan back at the porn club a week or so later, when we reminisced about our underground travels with Brian).

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Strangers on a Train part 2: Origins

So, It’s been about five years since I posted the first chapter. I highly reccomend you either go back and read or re-read for those of you that enjoyed the original, the first part. Hopefully, it won’t take anohter 5 years for the next installment.

Lost & Found

Have you ever made a bad decision, knowing at the time it was a bad decision? I mean they say your vision is always 20/20 looking at the past, but I can remember times when, I knew something bad would come from my actions, and yet I proceeded anyway. This is a story of one of those times in my life.