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It was a cool, drizzly night as I browsed through the cobblestone streets of the ancient Eastern European city. I was shivering, both from the severe weather condition and the anticipation of what awaited. My advisor had actually recommended a special massage parlour nestled amidst the historical centre; a facility renowned for its art, as much as its indulgence.

I had been taking a trip for weeks, checking out the huge area of the mystical continent. My body ached from the consistent movement and the cold that had actually begun to set in; I needed revitalization.

The parlour, called 'The Healing Place,' was a standard stone building decorated with ivy. A mild, warm radiance emanated from within, welcoming, practically whispering to me, "Come inside." As I pushed open the heavy oak door, a gust of warm, scented air engulfed me. The mellow noise of sitar music paired with the soft citrusy-woodsy fragrance provided the place an uncommon, trance-like aura.

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The receptionist, a petite woman with dove-like eyes, welcomed me with a warm smile, ushering me towards a small, poorly lit room where I was to wait for my masseur.

As I waited, I unwinded the heavy layers of clothing, letting the warmth of the room seep into my skin. I closed my eyes trying to savor the moment. Amidst the relaxing asian music, I could construct out the soft dripping noise of water from a nearby water fountain. It offered a freshness, a sense of relief.

After what appeared like an ethereal pause, the door creaked open. A high, lean figure stepped in, presenting himself as Dimitri, my masseur. He had a calm, soothing voice that contributed to the tranquil atmosphere.

As I set on the table, a sheet barely concealing my modesty, Dimitri started with his magic. His hands were warm and company, a stark contrast to the biting cold exterior. The dim, warm candlelight cast shadows on the rustic stone walls, making it a surreal world, far away from the ordinary.

He started my massage gradually, working his way through my wearied shoulders to my aching back. His hands worked in rhythm, applying pressure, releasing, moving - it seemed like an integrated dance of his fingers on my back. I sighed audibly, and Dimitri whispered, "Unwind.".

An hour passed, maybe two, I might hardly tell. The space was so warm, the music so lulling, his touch so relaxing, and the really air tasted like tranquility. It recovered, relaxed, and freed me more than I 'd ever thought possible.

Bell-like chimes stirred me awake. Dimitri carefully informed me that my session was over. He left the room, enabling me a few personal moments to enjoy the consequences of an amazing experience.

As I walked away from 'The Recovery Place,' I brought with me a sense of complete satisfaction, a newly found respect for the art of massage. It was magic; it was an intimate dance, a poetry of touch that can transform a tired tourist into an invigorated soul.

This is my memory of an expressive night that led me to taste a piece of sensual harmony. I invite you to open your mind to check out the sensuous world of massage parlours and permit yourself the extravagance of a lifetime. After all, we're tourists in this large expanse of life, aren't we all seeking some healing?

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Long years of laboring behind a desk had left a permanent crescent-shaped curve on my spinal column. A little into my thirties, stiff neck, and back aches were ending up being a better buddy than any animal could ever be. On the suggestion of a well-meaning buddy, and conquering my hesitation, I found myself in front of the humble wooden façade of the distinguished "Bangkok Sanctuary", a Thai massage parlor tucked away in the dynamic heart of the city.

As I actioned in through the ornately sculpted entryway, I was covered in a calm wave of lemongrass-scented air. It cushioned the city's brusque demeanor, giving way for the harmony that Thai facilities are understood for. I was welcomed by Sayuri, her silver-kissed hair nicely connected up, a glowing smile played on her lips and her eyes sparkled with the knowledge only experience brings.

Directed into a poorly lit room ornamented with faintly flickering candle lights and the soothing whispering of a bamboo waterfall, I was paralleled into another world. The air was ripe with the earthy aroma of important oils, and soft important music feathered through the silence, lulling my senses to calmness.

Decked in a loose set of thick cotton trousers and a shirt, as is customary for a Thai massage, I lay down on the mat, looking at the elaborate Asian artwork on the ceiling. A ripple of stress and anxiety gnawed at me, but Sayuri's quintessential Thai amiability alleviated my turmoil.

As the massage started, I could feel skilled hands working their magic. Fingers kneading and pushing into tight muscles, sometimes satisfying a knot where all the stress coagulated. My breath hitched as those tender knots were kneaded until they dissipated into nothingness.

She was a storyteller-- each pull, twist, and turn felt like a page torn from a tale, releasing its secrets. I was captured off guard when she started utilizing her elbows and feet too, stretching my body with the precision so characteristic of Thai massages. The pressing of her feet against my back cracked open the hidden vaults of quelched tension, and each fracture came up with a wave of relief.

The heat of the oils leaking into my skin, the balanced pressure rotating between soothing and extreme, along with the asian music that played in the background-- everything co-existed in orchestrated harmony. Each motion of Sayuri's hands shook loose a bunch of bottled-up memories, feelings, and crises, making my physique feel lighter and my soul feel unburdened.

And after that, the grand finale. Sayuri transferred to abrade my scalp with vigor and vitality. It was as if every remaining worry, every sticking around idea, was unknotted from my head, drifting into the ether to oblivion.

As those hauntingly mundane ninety minutes etched to an end, I was a brand-new guy, cleansed of the stress dogging my life, one knead at a time. The stiffness in my neck that was an undesirable renter for years, made a peaceful exit, leaving in its wake, newly found versatility and relief.

The noise of sand trickling in an hourglass snapped me back to truth. I increased from the mat, my body humming its gratitude, my mind cleared of its fog. Gratitude welling up in my heart, I thanked Sayuri, her eyes reflecting understanding and complete satisfaction.

Unexpected as it was-- my venture into that Thai massage parlor left me a changed individual -an intro to an alternative dimension of relaxation that neither wealth nor materialism could match. It became my escape, my journey toward self-discovery, and a testament to the therapeutic power of touch. A memorable experience!

Remember - We all seek solace, and often it is available in the unlikeliest of places, like the Bangkok Sanctuary - an easy, yet captivating Thai massage parlor in the heart of a boisterous city.

My consultant had actually recommended a special massage parlour nestled in the middle of the historic centre; a facility renowned for its art, as much as its indulgence.

I welcome you to open your mind to explore the sensuous realm of massage parlours and permit yourself the extravagance of a life time. On the recommendation of a well-meaning buddy, and overcoming my doubt, I discovered myself in front of the simple wooden façade of the popular "Bangkok Sanctuary", a Thai massage parlor tucked away in the busy heart of the city.

I was caught off guard when she started utilizing her elbows and feet too, stretching my body with the precision so characteristic of Thai massages. Unintentional as it was-- my venture into that Thai massage parlor left me an altered individual -an intro to an alternative measurement of relaxation that neither wealth nor materialism might match.

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I've lived on a relatively quiet street for the past three years. Usually keeping to myself, focused on work and not much else, my routine has continued without much deviance for the duration. That was true, until a young hot Russian babe moved into the complex, just two doors down from me.

It was a cool evening in September when I first caught glimpse of this fantastic blonde. I was out walking the dog, on my way to collect the day's mail when I first noticed the truck pull up.

I gazed in wonder as this gorgeous, tall, lanky blonde stepped down from the cab, followed by two guys. At the time, I didn't think much of it, only to realize that she was probably moving in. I nodded to her. She smiled and waved. I smiled back and she returned my smile with a wink. Looking at the guys she was with, I nodded them as well, and offered a low toned, "Hey, what's up." The guys looked at me and nodded in return. Although most folks would find it strange that these guys did not speak in return, the area has recently been seeing a large flux of Eastern Europeans. I quickly reminded myself of this, and told myself that they may not understand much English.

Not giving the situation any more thought, I turned with my dog and headed about my business. Getting to the mailbox, I inserted my key and collected the mail, tucked it under my arm and continued towards the complex door to go back inside.

From that evening on, I saw the blonde lady every once in a while, walking from her car, to her car, to the mailbox, or just taking out her garbage. There were a couple of times that I was able to see her from my front window, watching her from behind the blinds. Her hair was long and straight and flowed smoothly over her shoulders, to just below her shoulder blades. She was skinny and in perfect shape. From the looks of it, she never dressed down and even when in jeans, she looked great. I could tell that she was a big fan of heels and the color red. Many of her tops were fire engine red in color. Sometimes, she wore her hair up in a pony tail, tied with a red hair tie, ribbon, or fabric. Her face was strong with features. Her jaw line was square and her cheek bones were high. From my vantage point, she looked like she could be a model. But when she walked, I was in awe. It was like watching art in motion. Her long slender legs alternated effortlessly while her ass gripped each stride in perfect time. Her arms were slender and smooth and swayed in synchronicity with each glide of her thin figure. Although I'm not much into tits (quite frankly, I could take them or leave them), I noticed that she didn't have that much of a stack. I didn't care, really, for I was much more focused on her legs, face and can.

The other characteristic I noticed was that she didn't wear too much make-up, which was another great plus. I'm not a fan of a caked-on face either. She had a little eye shadow on and some rouge by her cheeks, and that was about it. I figure that it's a shame that so many women hide their natural beauty with so much make-up. This one, however, had much beauty in her physical appearance, that thank God, she didn't overkill her looks with the paint.

As she walked past my window one afternoon, she was wearing a baseball cap and her blonde hair flowed like golden silk in the warm summer air. She was wearing sunglasses, the kind that look frameless and the lenses gradient from dark to light. Her bright red top was tucked into her jeans and hugged her torso like a second skin. Her jeans, much like her top, were form-fitted snuggly against her text book perfect legs. I just stood and gazed, completely transfixed on her figure as she passed my window and opened her car door.

Reacting quickly, I grabbed the kitchen trash and ran out the door. There was not much at all to throw away, but I did want a quick excuse to see her up close. As I sauntered by her car, she noticed me in her rear view mirror and rolled her window down.

"Hi," I motioned.

"Hello," she smiled, her sunglasses covering her eyes. She put her car into drive and left, smiling and waving to me through the open window.

As I watched her drive away, I only wished that I could be the leather on the seat of her car. "Wow, amazing looking woman," I thought out loud. I sheepishly continued to the dumpster and threw away my trash in disgust. "A day late and a dollar short, AGAIN," I muttered. I wanted her, and badly.

The next day, I was out walking the dog when I heard a car turn the corner and she parked in her usual space, outside of my window. She got out and grabbed the groceries from her trunk and immediately made her way to her door. She turned and saw me starring her way.

"Hello," she offered, smiling behind her sunglasses. She looked like a movie star in her dark shades and stunning dress. Her skirt, like many others was just about mid-calf length. She was wearing nylons this time and from the looks of it, had just gotten back from work. Her high heels made pierce clicking sounds against the asphalt as she walked, carrying her items. Without warning, one of her bags dropped. A package of crackers landed on the ground as she continued walking briskly.

"Robho," she muttered as she turned to retrieve it.

I ran quickly, trailing the dog behind me. Getting to her feet, I picked up the box and handed it back to her, saying hello.

Her looks were just as good up close as they were from a distance. She looked good enough to eat. Her skin was milky smooth. Her hair and make-up were immaculate and her tight-fitting business attire covered her every curve with gorgeous perfection.

"Spaseeba...uh, thank you," she smiled. Immediately turning away, she bolted towards the door. I did notice that she looked back, however, obviously checking to see if I was still watching. Of course I was. Our eyes met with a quick connection and she winked and smiled seductively at me as she disappeared behind the security door.

"Wow," I thought, comparing my experience of crossing close paths with her to that of a supernatural phenomenon sighting. Could there be a way that I could get to see her in a different light? My male member jumped at the thought of seeing her naked. I returned home, only slightly disappointed this time around.

Two days later, I was coming home from work and walked my usual routine to the mailbox. While flipping through the collection of mostly junk mail, I heard the security door open. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught this blonde babe stepping out and seeing how she was dressed, I think my jaw dropped to the ground.

There she was in brilliance. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she stood like a goddess in front of me, wearing a black tight short mini-skirt, high heels and the brightest red blouse I have ever seen. Our eyes met quickly and I looked down, pretending not to notice. My heart beat was sky rocketing in record time and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hide my nervousness. My eyes shot to the stack of mail in my hands and I immediately returned to casually flipping through it. I heard her heels click against the cement and grow louder in volume. I looked up and she was right next to me, smiling. I took a deep breath.

"Good evening," she said, in a heavy Russian accent.

"Is nice night?" she smiled.

"Yeah, very nice," I agreed.

"Excuse," she said as she leaned over me to get to her mailbox. Her scent was outstanding...like clean spring flowers. Rocking on her heels, I'm not sure if she was teasing me or not, but she grabbed a hold of my shoulder and stumbled a bit.

"I many sorry. I lose balance."

"I can help with that," I offered, slinging my arm around her petite waist, grasping her hip.

"Da, darling," she smiled, relieving some of my anxiety. "I like strong man."

I looked into her eyes. They were ice blue in color and their coolness burned into my soul as I stared.

I watched her helplessly while she returned to getting her mail. As she leaned forward, her skirt rode up her leg, revealing about 2 inches more of her sleek thighs. She wasn't wearing any hosiery, but her legs were shaved smooth and looked like they'd feel like heaven to touch. I swallowed hard, took another deep breath, and reached for her. My hand gently rested on her inner thigh, just above her knee.

She immediately looked over at me with disgust. I knew I was in for it and readied my face to be slapped. To my surprise, she smiled devilishly, cocked one eye brow and said, "If you to grab me, then you grab!" She gripped my hand, turned it and placed it square on her ass.

"Now, you like?"

"Yes," I choked.

"Good. We go inside."

At this point, I was in a dream state as I followed her into her apartment, watching every move she made. Her shoulders flowed naturally from side to side as her legs stretched with each move. Her ass was incredible and now that I had a close range, I could see how tight it was up close. I couldn't wait to see her completely naked. I marveled that if she looked this good in clothes, seeing her without would certainly be a sight to behold.

As soon as we got inside, I slammed the door behind us and pulled her close, pressing her slender figure against mine. Grabbing the back of her neck, I looked strongly into her icy blue eyes and growled, "If you want a strong man, here I am." I pulled back on her hair and exposed her slender neck line and immediately went to town, licking up and down her taught skin. As I traveled, I heard her breathing, soon becoming sighs. Kissing her nape, sucking away my saliva, I looked up at her and watched in glory as her head tilted back, her eyes closed and her lips formed pout circles with each breath.

I continued on, kissing her clavicles and shoulders. With each moment, she seemed to fall deeper into exhilaration as I pressed on with my mission of pleasure. Turning her to face the door where we had just entered, I forced her up against it, and pushed my pelvis against her tight ass. I could feel my cock awakening and growing stiff with my force against her.

She turned to look at me over her shoulder and whispered, "Ya cochu visosat' tvoyu khuyem."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

She giggled with embarrassment. "My English...is young."

Then her giggling turned serious as the smile disappeared from her face.

"How you say?...Um, show me him," she pointed to my crotch.

"With pleasure," I returned, releasing my hold of her against the door.

She watched with anticipation as I kicked off my shoes, unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. I stood there in front of this blonde babe as my dick protruded tightly against the confines of my boxers.

In what seemed like lightning speed, she was on her knees in front of me, yanking my shorts down and licking my balls. After quite a few licks, she was on my cock, parting her lips over my member, milking me with ease. Her tongue lapped against my shaft as she held my member tightly against the roof of her mouth.

"Oh no, you don't, honey!" I yelled, "that's only going to get me to cum way too soon." With that remark, I pulled her up to face me and she sneered, breathing through her clenched teeth.

"What you do?" she gasped.

"I'll show you!" I stammered.

Pushing her against the door again with a soft thump, I grabbed her blouse at the front and ripped it open. Buttons flew like snowflakes and hit the floor, scattering. The blonde gasped in surprise and then smiled eagerly as my mouth salivated with the sight of her perky breasts. Her tits were on the small side, probably about an "A" cup, but I didn't care. The fact that her nipples were hard and erect kept my interest high, as I massaged each one of her breasts in a circular motion through the dark red lace bra that elegantly nestled them.

I then grabbed the front of her bra and pulled it up and over her firm tits, exposing the glands to the open air and to my open mouth. I firmly pressed my tongue and ran circles around each of her breasts, spiraling in to focus on her nipples. Before long, she was breathing like a cat in heat and her nipples were like firm pink pencil erasers, pulsating with each suction of my mouth.

"Bozhe moi!" she called.

"I've wanted you since the first day I saw you, babe," I whispered, "and soon, I'm going to fuck you."

"Oh, da!" she hissed.

I again pressed up against her, my cock now hard and fully erect, pointing right at her, locked on her like a torpedo target. She gasped again when I pushed my hardened member into the void of her legs, rubbing my cock against the darkness of her skirt. She was getting hot now, pulling my head towards her with one hand, pulling my waist against hers with the other.

Instincts overcame me, as I reached behind her, located the zipper to her skirt and pulled it down quickly. She responded by letting the material drop to the floor and stepped out of it. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any underwear and her blonde bush glistened in wetness before me. I picked her up by her ass, her long supple legs wrapped around my waist in response. Turning around, I located the optimum spot and set her on the kitchen countertop and stepped back to admire her body.

"Oh, my...you're fucking beautiful."

She smiled again and stretched out on the counter, arching her back, spreading her incredible legs, pulling one of them straight back, pointing it straight up in the air. This movement created a wonderful focus on her pussy as I stared in awe. Her ass on the dark granite formed a perfect "double-U" as her clit, swollen with excitement beckoned me.

"My God."

"You like?" she cooed.

I didn't answer her, but I'm sure my cock pulsating in the open spoke for itself.

I dropped to my knees and began stroking her inner thigh with my tongue, enjoying the smoothness of her extremities. Her legs were flawless, firm and incredibly smooth. I ran my hands up and down them, alternating positioning with my tongue. Her legs were like freshly churned butter--soft, smooth, and deliciously creamy. As I licked up and down her thighs, she stroked her clit, and began squirming before me on the counter. Before I knew it, her legs were wrapped around my head, pulling me towards her mound.

"Your pussy looks so pretty."

"Mmmm," was all she replied with, her eyes closed, her mouth gasping for air.

I pulled her labia open and located her swollen clit, bright pink and dripping wet. With both hands, I held her lips open, while my tongue lapped up and down her soft wetness. Her juices tasted musky and sweet as I continued licking her slit, increasing with speed and intensity. I stopped a few times to catch her bright blue eyes gazing upon me with lust and anticipation. She pulled my head closer to her box. In response, I stuck my tongue out and used it to fuck her pussy, pausing every now and then to suck on her clit. The babe on the counter simply moaned and huffed in response to my art, bucking her hips, rubbing her labia against my chin.

I stood up, my aching cock hovering over her waiting pussy. Her pussy was beautiful indeed, her blonde pubes trimmed short, her fair skin toned pink with the blood rush to her privates. Her lips shone like a golden star, wet with anticipation. Taking my cock in my left hand, I slapped it against her moist opening, remarking, "I can't wait to put this in you." My cock heaved in excitement, as I continued to tease her, pressing my mushroom head against her mound and pulling back, only to return.

"Da!" she retorted, pulling on my waist with her wrapping legs.

I grabbed one of her legs and held it in front of me, resting it against my shoulder, pushing it back. She looked at me with desire and complete submissiveness.

"Put in me," she whimpered, her eyes locking on my cock, awaiting my entry. She closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy. I reached down and pulled her lips apart, revealing a dark wet hole. With my other hand, I took hold of the base of my penis and pushed my head into her opening. She gasped in receipt as I slowly pulled my dick completely out and then repeated the passionate action. Each time I pulled out, her pussy walls gripped against cock, encouraging me not to leave. Then with each teasing reentry, her lips parted easily as I slipped in and out of her tight cavern.

"You feel so fucking good, babe!" as I stroked slowly watching her folds flex with my motion.

"Yob mnye!" she called back.

"You're so goddamn tight!"

"I like," she gasped.

I began picking up the pace a bit as my dick passed in and out of her with ease, her pussy yielding to my piston-like strokes. As my cock head brushed against her clit, she called out in passion. This encouraged me to fuck her harder and deeper. Grabbing her thighs, I pushed them towards her head and she accepted with gratitude as my strokes inside of her increased in power. I grabbed at her tits and she took one of my hands, eagerly put two of my fingers in her mouth and sucked as I continued rocking in and out of her honey pot.

Feeling the edge of my climax approaching fast, I quickly pulled out of her and returned to worshipping her with my mouth. Her primal juice covered my mouth as I worked inside of her recently taken tight hole. Pushing my fingers into her engorged opening, I easily inserted three fingers and began fucking her diligently without pause. Her breathing was off the charts as she began to curse at me in her native language, presumably because I had stopped fucking her traditionally.

"Sorry, babe," I tried to explain, "but I want you to fucking cum before I do."

She seemed to understand as she circled her clit with her fingers. I continued probing her drenched cavern, in a desperate attempt to keep her going, while postponing my inevitable release. A few minutes passed, feeling like hours and my cock was a little more relaxed. I stood up again, pulling her pelvis to the edge of the counter and thrust my hardened staff back into her soft wetness. Taking strong hold of her sumptuous tiny waist, I gripped her hips and plunged my dick back inside. This time, my thrusts were wild as I alternated in and out of her mercilessly. She felt even wetter and tighter as I looked down at my stiff cock ravaging her slippery box. She twitched and heaved as I felt her squirt with an intense orgasm, her hands gripping me roughly around my back as I continued to piston inside of her.

"Yob mnye!" she screamed. Her body convulsed against me and the countertop as she rode my dick with her movements, milking me with each writhe.

"You like that, bitch?" I snarled.

"Bozhe moi!" she replied, without hesitation. Her eyes glowed with unparalleled lust.

"Ah, yeah!" I exclaimed, glad that I still had a little stamina left before I'd blow.

"Now, other hole," she sneered at me.

"What? You're fucking kidding, right? No chick's ever wanted me up their ass."

"Yob mnye v' zhopa moya," she stated matter-of-factly, pulling her ass cheeks apart.

I pulled my throbbing cock out of her and rested it on her thigh. Looking down at her privates, I couldn't believe my eyes as I stared at her gaping asshole. It looked to breathe on its own as her muscles twitched, opening with eagerness to be impaled by my fucking cock. Had her bung hole been like this the whole time? I wondered. No, it couldn't have been, I answered myself.

"You like it in the ass, bitch?"

"Ooh, very much."

"How did you..."

She smiled before I could finish my question and said, "I relax for you."

I had always wanted to fuck a chick in her ass, but never got the opportunity. None of my girlfriends ever wanted it, let alone thought about it. I was so disappointed, that I just gave up asking, assuming that all chicks were alike in that regard.

Although her sphincter was open and awaiting my cock, her ass was not at all wet. I quickly looked around and located a flask of olive oil on the adjacent counter. I grabbed it and turned back towards her. She giggled with agreement as I poured some on my hand, rubbed it on my cock and smeared a handful of the make-shift lube into her gasping ass opening.

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I am a successful guy who has had a good run of luck and skill with women over the last 15 years or so. Now in my early 30's I have slowed down a little but occasionally still have the draw that makes unexpected things happen with women. My confidence is much better than it was in my early 20's and I am more willing to say things that may be embarrassing but enjoy being honest with women. I have been surprised a number of times what honesty and confidence has brought out in women, not that a few times the hard slap of disappointment hasn't also appeared.

I work for a struggling law firm in a medium sized Midwestern city. I say struggling because we are not very big and have had a number of people defect for larger firms lately. It seems every couple weeks we have another going away party for a co worker. Of course not everybody attends but since I have been one of the few attorneys to hang out with people at all levels of the firm I always get invited.

This Thursday was no exception. Everyone was meeting at Monks, a nearby watering hole, to send off another paralegal to the land of big firms, big hours, and probably big paychecks. I made my way into the crowded bar area and grabbed a happy hour beer. No reason to hit the hard stuff since it was only Thursday and I didn't plan on staying long. I surveyed the room and saw Kira Jensen hugging our latest paralegal departure.

Kira had also been a paralegal at our firm but left for another firm about a month before. I was sorry to see her go. Not because she was particularly good at her job but because she was so damn sexy to look at. She always dressed smartly and had a sleek sexy quality to the way she moved about the office. Her low maintenance short dark hair didn't even reach her shoulders but wisps of her long bangs framed her face beautifully. Her face had large round deep brown eyes, high cheekbones, and thin lips. She had a thin graceful build with smallish high breasts, a slight bit of curve at her hips and very long legs. She was at least 5 foot 7 inches and her legs looked long even for her height. If I had to guess her measurements I would say 32-23-30. Kira was 5 years younger than me at 26 but had actually started at the firm before me.

Our eyes made contact as Kira broke of the hug with my now former co worker Jill. I lingered for a moment and then looked away, not wanting to be too obvious in my stare. There was hardly any room between the bar stools, and the row of tables against wall so I found a nice seat in the corner where I could watch the room and enjoy a cold beer after the long day. Occasionally someone would sit down with me and chat but my attention was secretly on Kira across the room.

I watched her making small talk with old friends and co workers, sometimes laughing out loud or lightly hitting someone who teased her. It was obvious guys were flirting with her and she was enjoying the attention. Kira had been engaged when she left the firm, and I assumed she still was, so getting out and flirting with the guys again probably felt good for her. Sporadically, our eyes would meet briefly holding the gaze until one or the other tried to non-chalantly look away. More than once she laughed and looked my way as she touched a guy's shoulder or hugged another friend. I could see she was slowly making her way toward my corner. I was on my 2nd pint of beer and had a little more courage so at her next look I didn't break away from her gaze. She and I held the look for what must have been 10 seconds but felt like 30. Eventually, she glanced away to break the moment but I saw she immediately looked at me again to see if I too looked away. I gave her a big grin letting her know she was busted. She smiled and slowly made a show of turning her back toward me as she talked to Bill from accounting.

The waitress stopped by and offered a refill.

"I'll take ale, please." I ordered. "Oh, and before you go, one more request. See the woman with the short dark hair in the black dress?" I asked pointing to Kira.

"Yeah, the one drinking the Stoli Razz and tonic?" She asked.

"Yeah, her. Get her another one but tell her it is waiting at my table."

"Sure thing honey," she laughed, "you guys are all the same."

I saw the waitress walk past Kira on her way to the bar and whisper in her ear. Kira quickly looked up and gave me a smirk as she playfully shook her head no.

"Please, "I mouthed to her.

"O.K." she mouthed back smiling and excused herself from her current conversation. She made her way over to my table.

"Where is my drink?" She teased, knowing the waitress hadn't had time to come back with it yet.

"It's coming. I didn't know I was going to have to use bait to get you to finally come over and say hi."

"You're the one sitting in the corner. You could have come over and said hi anytime during the last half hour."

"Here are your drinks," interrupted the waitress. She looked at Kira, "I can't believe you came over her for his drink. I would have made him get up and bring it to me."

"He knows he was my favorite lawyer in the firm when I worked there so he tries to act all cool and in control," explained Kira as she smiled coyly at me.

Actually I had no idea I was Kira's favorite. We really didn't talk all that much during the 5 years we worked together. Our relationship really only started during her last few months when she came to me looking for advice on her job hunt. She said she trusted my opinion and knew I wouldn't get mad at her for leaving so we started to talk more. At her going away party she asked me to email her my personal email so we could keep in touch. We had traded a few emails about her new job but this was the first time I saw her since she left the firm.

We sat and made small talk. She told me about her new job and caught me up on the gossip from my office that I wasn't privy too. She didn't say anything about her engagement and I didn't want to ask for fear of either upsetting her if it was broken off or remind her that she was engaged. She had rarely spoken of her boyfriend/fiancé around me anyway so no reason for me to bring it up. The drinks kept coming and we were both starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.

"Lets talk about something fun. I don't want to talk about work stuff anymore." Kira stated in a tipsy voice.

"Like what?" I asked. We had never really talked about much besides work stuff.

"Tell me some of the stories I hear you are so good at. I always heard people at work say you had wild and crazy stories from growing up in a small town and partying in college and stuff."

"I don't know what to start with. What do you want to hear about?" I asked.

"Have you ever been arrested?" She asked.

"Not really. I have had a few run ins with the police as a high schooler and in college but never a full blown arrest."

"What did the police catch you doing?"

I started thinking about the stories I could tell her and the alcohol helped me push the envelope a little.

"Well when I was 17 my girlfriend and I were in my Mom's station wagon parked on a logging trail by the river. The windows were completely fogged up and we were in the back. I had just gotten her shirt off when a flashlight rapped on the backseat window. We had the back seat laid down flat so I had to move up and roll the window down to see out. A cop was standing there shining his light in my face asking if everything was all right. I assured him it was but I suppose he knew what was up and wanted to make sure my girl was O.K. He shined the light in on my girlfriend who was covering her bare chest with her shirt and asked how she was doing. She said OK and he told us he would be back in 10 minutes and we had better be gone."

"Aww, poor Davey couldn't get it on because of the cops," teased Kira. "So is that your only police run in? What is the craziest police run in you have had?

"Well it isn't so much of a police run in as it is a crazy police story. I was 19 and at one of those small town beer tents and softball tournaments during 4th of July weekend. We were sneaking beer out of the tent and drinking out in the field where everyone parked their cars. I met a girl and we hit it off pretty well and were making out pretty heavy. I was trying to put my hand up her shirt and stuff and people kept walking by yelling get a room and what not. The girl's name was Shannon and one of her friends who was busy with my friend suggested we get in her Dad's car instead while her friend played look out. Shannon and I opened the back door and climbed in. Well it didn't take long before her skirt and my shorts were coming off and well you can imagine what was happening. It was pretty cool hearing the fireworks going off and having sex in this car when suddenly her friend opened the door and started yelling at us to get out. Apparently a fire work had fallen on the ground and a kid picked it up and was burned pretty bad when the thing finally went off. Shannon's friend was the daughter of the town sheriff whose unmarked car we just happened to be screwing in and he was on his way across the lot to retrieve it."

"Shut up, you really had sex in a cop car while her friend watched?" Kira questioned.

"I didn't know it was a cop car at the time. It was a brown 4 door sedan with a big backseat. I didn't look in the front seat where the radio and stuff were. The backseat seemed like any other. I didn't really think about her friend and my friend watching through the window at the time. I mean I was having a good time until that accident sent everyone running."

"What about you? What crazy things have you done?" I asked.

"Nothing much. But you can't tell anyone this story. The only thing I can think of was a party in high school that got busted by the cops. I ran through a nearby cornfield and got totally lost. The only other person who ran was this Jeremy guy who graduated a year ahead of me. We ran into field but could hear the police on the loudspeaker telling everyone to stay put so we obviously kept going. We must have run a mile before coming out of the field into some woods. We decided to wait for at least an hour before heading back. I was cold so Jeremy kind of hugged me from behind. I knew he had always liked me and I felt him move his hands up and start feeling me up. I pushed him away at first but he then he started kissing my neck. He told me he had a phone and could call his brother to come get us but he wanted a little chance to be alone with me first. He knew I had a midnight curfew and could probably get me home by then if I wanted to make a trade. He said he could get me a ride but I had to give him a blow job first. So I ended up giving my boyfriend's friend a blow job out in the woods so I could get home on time."

"Wow. I never would have expected that story from you."

"I can't believe I told you, but like I said, you can't repeat it." Kira reminded me.

"I know you have been dating your fiancé for years. Let me guess you were dating your fiancé back then too weren't you."

"Yes, that is why you can't say anything because he has never found out about it." She explained.

We were both feeling pretty good by now and I think the stories we were whispering to each other in a bar filled with our co workers and friends were only adding to the sexual tension when Kira surprised me again.

She said, "Let's play a game. It is called I have or I haven't. We'll each say something we have done or haven't done and the other person has to take a drink if they have done something the other hasn't. I'll start. I haven't had sex in a cop car."

I took a drink. "I have never given a blow job."

Kira took a sip. "I have never licked a woman's pussy."

I took a drink. "I have had a threesome."

No drink for Kira. "Sorry," she smiled. "One on one is all I have done. I have never had someone watch me have sex."

I took a drink. "I have never filmed myself having sex."

Kira sheepishly took a sip.

I stopped the game for moment. "You filmed yourself having sex!"

"Shh!" She said looking around. "I don't want the world to know. Yes, Brian and I video taped ourselves once about 4 years ago."

"Whose idea was it?" I inquired.

"It was mine. I wanted to see what I looked like during... you know. We taped it and I kept the tape. Believe me given how much attention Brian pays to me it is nice to watch it once in awhile. I guess I am kind of a secret exhibitionist."

"I would love to see that tape. Any chance I can borrow it?" I teased hopefully.

"None," was her quick reply.

"I am surprised at the knowledge I am acquiring about you tonight. What other little fantasies do you have floating around your head?" I asked as I stared intently at her.

"You've kind of already hit on them. I will tell you more but you have to tell me what fantasy you have floating around in your head right now."

"All right I will tell you anything you want to know." I was feeling pretty confident at this point, both from the booze and from the honesty of our conversation.

"Truthfully?" I asked, "In all honesty?"

"Yes. What fantasy has been running through your head lately?" Kira pressed.

"Don't get mad but just listen. I think about you walking into a bar like tonight wearing a short skirt with thigh high black stockings. You have a silk blouse on but no bra. I can see your hard nipples poking out of fabric and the small bounce of your boobs as you walk to your seat at the bar. You cross your long legs and let your shoe dangle off your stocking covered toe as you look over at my table. Leaning back in your chair and hooking your arms over the back only accentuates your bra less tits. You stare at me a few moments before the first suitor approaches. You graciously decline his offer of a drink pointing to your own already filled glass. I watch you sipping your drink and toying with all the attention from men at the bar. Finally, I can take no more and approach. I whisper in your ear. You get up and follow me out to my car so we can..."

"Hey I didn't know you were still here," interrupted Kira's friend Rose. "Come on. We are all going to Jill's place. Sorry, Dave this is girls only excursion." Rose was obviously drunk and almost pulled Kira out of her chair. "Let's go. We haven't seen each other in forever." Rose pleaded as she tugged on Kira.

Kira looked back at me. "I guess I'll have to take a rain check on that story. I am interested to hear how it ends."

The disappointment of seeing Kira drug out of the bar with her friends stung a little. I was so horny talking too her and felt like I was really getting somewhere with her. Oh well, that was probably just the booze talking and I would have ended up at home stroking off thinking of her hot body anyway.

About three weeks later I was at a local law school function at the Hilton. After a presentation and the perfunctory hand shaking and networking I headed into the hotel bar for a drink. I had hoped to see Kira at the speaker since many of our own paralegal staff went as a diversion to get out of the office but no luck. I didn't really feel like hanging out with the few people I knew in the bar so I asked if there was quieter lounge. The bartender said there is a lounge on the backside of the building near the pool that is mainly just booths and a small bar area. I took my drink and headed that way.

The pool lounge was really a pool table lounge. It was dark and had overstuffed chairs around low tables. One beautiful pool table took up the back third of the room. I claimed a chair and settled in to finish my whiskey.

I had hung out for about half an hour and was about to leave when the door opened and in walked Kira. She wore a short black skirt with black nylons. Her top was a short black blazer that was buttoned twice. She surveyed the room. There were only 3 other customers besides her and I in the bar, all men. She met my stare for a moment and looked briefly at the other men. Satisfied that she didn't know them she unbuttoned the jacket and removed it. She wore a sleeveless silk blouse that was cut straight across the top between her breasts and neck like a loose fitting tube top held in place by wide straps over the shoulder. It was obvious as she strained her arms backward removing the jacket that she wore no bra. Her perky B cup breasts swayed a little as she swung the jacket onto her chair. The motion of sitting down jiggled her tits again and all eyes were locked on her erect nipples. Kira turned back toward the bar and then looked back at me smiling as she crossed her legs exposing just a little of her bare thigh above her stockings as the extremely short skirt rode up. She bounced herself up a little in her chair while yanking her skirt down before settling in. Of course the bartender was right there waiting for her order and found himself staring at her bouncing tits again. She ordered her drink and turned again to wink at me.

I was flabbergasted. She had shown up and was teasing me with my own fantasy. I hadn't heard a word from her since that night when I basically started telling her I wanted to fuck her. My cock was instantly hard.

Kira looked over her shoulder at me again. One side of her long bangs was in the corner of her mouth as she licked her lips and blew me a little kiss. I had to be grinning a mile wide at her and she loved it. Now she started to really take it up a notch. She made an accidental slip of letting her shoe fall off her foot and hopped off her chair to retrieve it. The gentleman sitting on the stuffed chair nearby must have been able to see right down her top as she bent over to retriever her shoe. She stood and place on hand on the shoulder of the man at the bar to steady herself as she lifted her foot behind her to put the shoe back on. Back at her seat she made a show of standing on the rail and leaning over the bar to grab a cherry. The bartender stared and was obviously looking down her shirt as she leaned over.

I couldn't take it anymore and had to have her. I walked to bar and invited her to my table. Each guy must have silently cursed himself thinking that all they had to do was invite her over and none of them had done it.

"So do you like what you see?" She asked.

"You are amazing. I can't believe you are doing this to me."

"Well I didn't want you to forget where your story left off. So how does it end?"

"I'll be honest Kira, I am only going to say this because right now I don't know how else to do it. It ends with me and you fucking like crazy in a hotel room. And I mean fucking, not making love, not having sex, but fucking." I could see her face was flushed and her breathing was already rapid.

She stood up and said, "Let's go before I regret this whole thing". She bent over to put her glass on the table and gave me the view the others in the bar had already enjoyed. Her blouse hung loosely off her and I could see both of her tits and nipples pointing down as she bent at the waist.

"I have a room booked on the 8th floor." She informed me. I barely heard her as my head was light with giddiness at the thought of going up with her.

The elevator ride was one of testing self control, but we waited until we were in the room before touching each other.

As soon as the door shut I pressed her against the wall, my tongue immediately in her mouth. She was already unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it out of my pants. I whisked her shirt off and grabbed her breasts with each hand. They barely filled my hands but were firm and almost nubile. I worked between each nipple teasing and nipping at it telling Kira how I had dreamed of sucking her perfect tits. I slid her skirt down and pulled her black lacy thong down almost as quickly. I wish I would have admired her sexy underwear but I just didn't have the patience. She was naked except for her black stockings and small gold necklace.

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tagFetishIn The Woods Ch. 01

In The Woods Ch. 01

The lot we finally stopped in was pretty empty. One rust colored Volvo hatchback and one black VW to keep our green Subaru wagon company. It was a little EU rally at the state park. I guess it says something about the type of people we were, driving European cars and going for a day hike in the forest preserve. Of course, for us this was more than just a simple hike, look at the trees, hey is that a thrush, isn't nature magnificent. Greg and I play on these hikes and play hard. Maybe the Volvo and VW owners were out here getting their freak on as well. Never know, as we'll probably never see them. Probably. But, of course, it is a possibility, and that is part of the fun.

I quickly downed what was left of my water bottle, and set it on the floorboard. I'll recycle it later. Greg handed me another, got out and opened the back. I got out and stretched. The warm sun felt good on the bare skin of my arms and legs, even through the thin fabric of my t-shirt, but the change from the air conditioned car ,along with the stretch gave me goosebumps and made my nipples pop hard. Or maybe it was anticipation of the day to come. I cracked the water bottle and forced down as much as I could.

Greg had his pack on and adjusted, canteens slung, knife strapped to his thigh, and camera bag round his waist I had finished about three quarters of the bottle and it was sloshing a bit in my stomach. I offered the rest.

"You had enough?" he asked me, eyebrows up.

"Quite." I replied, eyes cast down, just a little. "I can take no more."

Greg knows that's not something I say lightly. He shrugged, and smiled, took the bottle, and downed it. His throat muscles wrestled one another as he drank, oiled Romans, sweaty and nude, writhing and twisting, cocks half hard rubbing against each other. I was wet watching him drink, and my hands were pulled to my cleftt. I rubbed through the thin material of my shorts. Greg smiled around the bottle as he finished. He handed it back to me and I set it next to its twin on the floorboard, bending over a little too much, teasing just a little.

Greg's hand against my ass was quick and loud. More a statement to the world, than any kind of reprimand to myself, but I jumped and cried out a bit anyway, from the surprise, and that electric sex current ran through me. His other hand reached in and fell heavy on the back of my neck, just above my collar, pressing my face into the upholstery. Holding me there, he pulled my shorts down over my hips. He spanked me again, and again on my bare ass, and my short slid down my thighs until they were pooled around my ankles. Two fingers explored my sex, feeling the wetness, the tightness. Then with one finger in my cunt and one forced up my ass, I was banged hard till I came quickly, screams muffled in the car seat.

Greg twined his fingers in my hair, tight against my scalp, and pulled me out of the car. Weak kneed and shaky, I stood before him, whimpering and moaning softly. He held his fingers to me, glistening with my wetness. I poked my tongue out and tasted them one at a time, first the salty tang from my cunt, then the dirty bitterness of my asshole. He pushed them into my mouth, feeling my gums, the roof of my mouth, under my tongue. Probing and violating me, making me his. I closed my eyes and suckled. Soon both hands left me, and he walked away.

"C'mon. Let's get going." he said, already moving. I shut the car door and stepped after him, forgetting momentarily my shorts around my ankles. I stumbled and caught myself against the car. Laughing at my clumsiness, I pulled my shorts up and hurried after him. Already, I needed to pee.

After about twenty minutes the trail took a bit of a sharp curve to the North. Greg stopped and handed me the canteen. I took a few sips and squirmed a bit from the pressure building up in my bladder. It wasn't yet urgent, and maybe I played it up a bit, putting on a show for Greg, while he double checked his map and compass. He had a bit of a glint in his eye as he took the canteen back, and took a pull off it before slinging it back over his shoulder, and heading west off the trail and into the woods.

Over the next hour or so the pressure in my bladder built slowly, but steadily, until clambering over a mossy old log, my concentration slipped and a bit of piss squirted out before I was able to clench up again and stop my flow. I whimpered slightly as the warm wet spot spread down my thighs, darkening my shorts. Greg glanced back at me, immediately noticing how I've wet myself. A sly smile flashed across his face. It was time to begin.

"You Ok, Steph?" he asked, all innocence and concern. "Is there something wrong?"

He was going to make me tell him, make me participate in my humiliation just a little bit more. I got a little anxious, and for a moment I didn't want to debase myself, wanted to wait him out, until he couldn't stand it anymore and had to take what he wanted from me. But the throbbing in my bladder wouldn't wait, nor would the throbbing in my cunt. It was time to begin.

"I'm sorry, Greg." I said, casting my eyes down. "We were making good time, and I didn't want to stop. But I gotta go so bad, and I, well I wet myself a little."

I just stood there squirming, as Greg looked me over. After a moment he clucked his tongue, and shrugged out of his pack, leaning it against a tree.

"Well, I guess you did, didn't you. Now what are we going to do about this?"

Greg reached out and put his hand on the wet spot, grinding it up against my clit. I moaned and leaked a little more before I could clamp down. A little piss sprinkled into Greg's palm. Grunting a little in mock disgust, Greg wiped his hand on my t-shirt, coping a quick feel of my left breast. The dampness caused my nipple to appear through the thin fabric, wrinkled and hard around the silver ring. Greg flicked it with his middle finger, then gave it a quick twist. Moaning, my knees buckled, and I pissed just a little more. Greg clicked his tongue again and stepped back, pulling out his camera. I winced and bit my lower lip, squeezing my thighs together. Greg began snapping pictures.

"That's just so dirty, Steph" he said, "Do you like being such a nasty little girl?"

I kind of shrugged and kind of nodded, glancing away.

"Look at me, Steph." he ordered, clicking another picture. "Tell me, do you like it? Huh? Do you get off on being such a dirty little piss girl? Tell me."

I moaned squeezing my thighs together, squirming in desperation. Greg snapped another picture. A light breeze picked up through the trees, cooling the damp spot on my shirt. My nipple hardened painfully around it's ring. My bladder throbbed and all the muscles in my pelvic region cramped up.

"Please, Greg. I'm sorry." I moaned, squirming. "I do, I get off on it. I'm a dirty little piss girl. Please, I have to pee so bad. I'll do anything you want, anything."

"Anything?" he asked, leering. "Anything, huh. Well then, I guess you'll be my piss whore."

"Oh, God" I moaned, grabbing my cunt. I wasn't sure if I was trying to help hold it in or get myself off, but I managed to do a bit of both. "Yes, I'm your piss whore. Tell me what you want."

"Take off those filthy clothes."

I nodded, and yanked my t-shirt over my head. Greg snapped more pictures with the t-shirt tangled around my neck, as I stretched up to hang it on a tree branch, and as I hooked my thumbs on my waistband and shoved my shorts down to my ankles. I stepped out of them as carefully as I could while keeping my knees pressed together, and trying not to bend forward and put pressure on my bladder. Then I stood before him wearing nothing but my socks and boots, and my collar.

"Lace your fingers behind your head." He commanded.

I did as ordered, thrusting my breasts out, biting on my lip and clenching my eyes, as if it would help me clench down below. Greg walked around me, getting pictures from all angles, before coming in and picking up my shorts. He spent a moment examining the wet part, rubbing the fabric between his fingers, giving a delicate sniff before pushing it into my face.

"See what you did." He said, rubbing the pissy crotch in my face. "You're such a naughty girl, I just don't know what I'm going to do with you, or with these soiled items."

My bladder spasmed again, and I moaned, writhing trying to feel some relief. Greg tossed my shorts aside and smacked my ass. And again, bright sharp electric sensations ran through me. And again, on the other cheek. Briefly, I stopped thinking of my bladder.

"Spread your legs, whore."

He whispered in my ear, pressing tight against me. I could feel his hardness against my ass, grinding. I had excited him so. My helplessness had such power over him. Giving up my control gave me so much in return. I groaned and spread my legs, taking care to grind my ass against him as I did. I felt him breathe in my ear, a voiceless moan of his own. He laid a hand on my mound, cupping my pussy, one finger teasing, testing how open, how wet, how ready. I spasmed, and unable (unwilling) to clench down I splashed piss into his cupped palm, then a trickle before I could catch it.

He raised his piss soaked hand to my face, forcing his fingers into my mouth. The salty sour taste of my urine flooded my mouth. Moaning, I flicked my tongue out along Greg's palm, seeking it. I sucked greedily on his fingers, letting him know I was with him, that I wanted this, I wanted more. Greg dragged me by the face to an old log, and bent me over. The pressure on my bladder skyrocketed. I cried out and a hot stream of piss sprayed out. Gregs palm fell fast and heavy against me. With my legs spread so, I tilted my pelvis back as far as I could, letting him spank my cunt as best he could. My hot piss splashed on my ass, and my thighs. I sobbed and cried out, and finally stopped pissing, barely relieved. Greg shoved his hand in my face again and I bathed it with my tongue, seeking out every drop I could.

"Don't move a muscle, slut" Greg said, slapping my ass as he stepped away. I listened, eyes closed, as he stepped away, rummaged in his pack and returned. Practiced and efficient, he pulled my arms behind my back, locked the leather cuffs around my wrists, and locked them together. Bound, trapped and helpless, I was finally safe.

"Oh, Greg. Please. I gotta piss so bad." I cried, writhing, the rough crumbly bark biting against my belly, my breasts. "Please, I'm yours, do anything you want. Tell me what to do, I'll do anything you want, but please let me pee."

"Soon" He said, breathless, wanting. His fingers jammed into me, first two then three, filling me up, raping me. They twisted and wriggled, spreading my lips, stretching my hole. He found that spot, inside and ground his fingertips into it. I felt that pissy pressure sensation in a new place, groaned and my muscles cramped up. He kept grinding at that spot and slipped in his pinky.

The pressure was insane, more intense than anything before, and I tried to let it out. But I couldn't and it just kept building. Everything was clamped down around his fingers, gripping and squeezing, out of my control. I couldn't tell if I was trying to pull him in or push him out, but it didn't matter, his fingers were inside me, and I was caught there, bent over, spread wide and exposed, writhing. I tried to pull away, to escape the intense pleasure pain, and Greg grabbed the snap-lock binding my wrists together and pulled up. It took all my balance and leverage away, and forced me to push back, fucking back against his hand.

"Take it, whore" he ordered over my incoherent moans and inarticulate cries. Sweat, tears and spit soaked my face, picking up the dirt and bits of rotted bark off the log I was grinding against. My thighs and ass muscles turned to jelly and I started shaking violently from the strain. My cunt vibrated around his fingers, and he forced his thumb up inside me.

With a push and a twist Greg slid his fist up into my cunt, knuckles grinding against my sweet spot, and I came, screaming and pissing, for what seemed like an eternity, or the moment that would end my life. I howled, and shook, and collapsed, and couldn't breathe, and couldn't see. Greg worked his fist, pleasing/punishing me, taking me, making me his. It went on and on until I could take no more, and beyond. I bucked and writhed and squirmed, and finally froze, rigid, paralyzed. The world stopped, and I felt nothing but my heartbeat in my cunt. Greg drew his fist out, leaving an emptiness that ached and burned. He released my wrists, and stepped back. I waited, helpless.

He stepped back into me, cock out and ready. He pressed against my asshole, and forced his way in. I was covered in sweat and piss and cunt juice, and he slid in pretty easily. He fucked me hard, rough, worked up to a fever pitch. Too overloaded and exhausted to scream, I moaned through another painful orgasm. Greg rode me hard, but after all this build up, not very long. He pulled out, grabbed my by the hair, and pulled my to my knees in front of him just in time to take the first splash of cum against my lips and cheek. I tilted my head back, and opened my mouth, extending my tongue for him, making myself his receptacle. He sprayed onto my tongue, across my nose and into my sweaty damp hair. He pulsed again, spraying the roof of my mouth, then dribbled out the rest, a thick glop hanging from the end of his still erect cock.

I knew what was expected of me. I swallowed what seed he managed to get into my mouth, then delicately licked what was hanging from him. His erection was slimed and tasted strongly of my ass, bitter and strong. I bathed his cock with my tongue, my lips, my mouth, suckling him.

"You're just filthy, Steph." He said, lazily fucking my mouth. I nodded, grunting assent.

"We need to wash you off a bit." He said pulling out and stepping back. "Hold still. I'll give you what you deserve."

He aimed his cock at me, and visibly relaxed. I sighed, grateful, and closed my eyes as the first stream of his piss struck my face. A forceful stream, hot urine splattered my face, rinsing away the dust and bark and cum, soaking into my hair, running down my chest and back. My mouth filled up quickly, as usual tasting stronger than my own, more masculine. I swallowed without closing my mouth, causing some piss to fountain out and run down my chin. I was still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasms, and the perverse dirtiness of being used like this added to those sensations, breaking me down. The paradoxical feelings of being cleaned and soiled overwhelmed my brain and I shut down, until I felt nothing but that pride/shame, joy/disgust, ecstasy/debasement of being Greg's toilet slut.

I swallowed, struggling hopelessly against the cuffs, wanting to feel myself scrubbing at my skin, massaging his hot piss into my hair, my face, my breasts. Wanting to rub my clit, bring myself off in this debasement. I swallowed and struggled, and his stream died down to a trickle which I chased with my mouth, not wanting to waste in on the ground. Finished, Greg tucked his cock back into his pants, zipped up, and headed over to his pack.

"C'mon, Steph." He said, shouldering his pack. "We have a ways to go yet."

I struggled to my feet, still shaky and weak kneed. I stumbled over to him, and stood, dripping, feet apart, while he took a long drink from his canteen. I had a sour piss taste in my mouth, and wanted to rinse it out, but my stomach was bloated and sloshing as it was, and my bladder pressure was building again, so needless to say I was conflicted. Also, if I asked Greg for anything now, he could use that in our play, and that danger/excitement dichotomy kind of froze me up, like a shaky, aroused, piss soaked deer caught in the headlights. I just stood there.

Greg grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I gasped open my mouth and Greg poured from the canteen. I got a good mouthful and swallowed. He released me, and went to collect my discarded clothes.

"I guess I'll put these in my pack until we can get them washed." He said. "There's a stream a few clicks West of here. Well wash up there, then follow it North back to the trail."

He opened his pack, set my clothes inside, and pulled out my leash. It was a thin, pretty, stainless chain, with a thick, soft, heavy leather loop handle. Greg hooked it to the ring on the front of my collar and dropped it. It fell heavy, cold steel chilling my skin, the leather handle whipping sharply on my cunt. Greg shouldered his pack, settled in, and grabbed my lead, pausing to violate me with his fingers briefly. Just enough to remind me I was his, that he could do with me whatever he desired, and that I really needed a piss.

Greg set off to the west, and I, stripped, cuffed, collared and leashed, and soaking in piss stumbled after him. It was time to begin.

We hiked for about an hour, long enough for me to air dry. Greg would occasionally tug and twist on one of my nipple rings, or slap my ass, or stop and give me a quick choke while he rammed his fingers up my ass, but mostly we made good time. The pressure built in my bladder, making me squirmy. With my hands cuffed behind me, and being led on a leash, I was walking pretty awkwardly, my tits thrust out, my ass sticking up, my knees turned inward, I felt as though there were a hundred eyes on me, glued on my gaping open asshole.

We finally came upon the stream Greg found on the map. Just a little to the south the wood cleared a bit and there was a large boulder jutting out into the stream, warming in a patch of sunlight. Greg honed in on it, like a honeybee to the stamen, and led me to it. It was time to begin.

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tagNonConsent/ReluctanceVictorious Pt. 03

Victorious Pt. 03

The next day for Victor and Meredith was a continuance of all the previous days for a few hours.

Carmine hadn't done well for the week, and it was past eleven thirty. Victor found her looking busy at the computer while she was secretly texting.

"Carmine?" Victor intentionally had snuck up on her and knew he had shocked her. "Meredith needs you in her office for a word about the numbers before lunch."

"Oh great. Well let's go office boy."

She led the way in her tight designer dress. Carmine was an extreme extrovert like most salespeople. She was of the mindset that the office was the place to be beautiful. She wore a dress that could get her past the V.I.P. rope in a club. It was white with a loose top and a very short skirt. She wore white matching stiletto heels. Several gold necklaces covered more of her cleavage then her open top. Some women wore that type of dress as a stylish shirt over jeans or leather pants.

They stepped into Meredith's dark office. Her windows were shaded and the lights were off. Most of the light in the room came from the glass wall. In the back of the dark room, only the computer's screensaver and the charging lights for her cell phone were casting any light.

Meredith sat waiting at the desk. She wore a black dress suit with only a hint of white blouse over her lapel. Her wavy black hair was down across her shoulders and made her seem so much bigger and darker.

"Hello Meredith, you should get some light it's unhealthy." Carmine said in greeting. Like most office workers, she was afraid being in the dark room. Unlike most, she faced her fear by crossing into the depths of the room to stand over Meredith at her desk.

Victor stood quietly by the windows.

"How are your numbers for this week?" Meredith asked coolly.

"I'll have them by the end of the day. I hope to finish a few things." Carmine avoided.

"How are your numbers so far for the week?" Meredith was like an army laying siege, Carmine could only look on as systematically, and methodically Meredith plugged along through excuses and twisted ambiguity.

"Five, including the new Tarsus model." She said trying to add a good ring to it.

"You did ten last week and those five were finalized extras that went through on Monday and Tuesday. Now, this week, you're behind the twelve you needed."

"Well I..." Carmine struggled.

Meredith ignored her and pushed on. "How do I punish you?" Carmine straightened. "Fifteen in two weeks is not good enough."

Carmine rightly feared being fired. It was a Friday at lunchtime, the perfect time to clean out the desk. It seemed these talks were fairly common, and no one likes their money played with.

"Well I..." Victor watched the gears start turning in the Latina's head.

"I have a way to help you."

Carmine nearly missed that as she thought about her excuse. "I... uh what?"

"Victor says it's a mental thing, making lots of sales one week and being sluggish the next. Something about not being hungry." Behind them, the office emptied for lunch together. "Are you hungry?" Meredith asked perhaps meaning literally.

"Ah no..ah yes." Carmine answered perhaps meaning figuratively.

Victor could guess by Carmine's face she had lost her appetite with the conversation.

"Well, after this you should be able to go eat wherever you want." Carmine stiffened further Victor could see waterworks getting ready. "Will you be hungry to sell next week?"

"Yes Meredith, next week will be great." She blurted.

"What do you do that puts you at ease? Can I relax you for you to do better? What do you do with your money? You don't have to answer."

Carmine felt she couldn't not answer. "I go out. I pay bills. This is a good job." She said and nodded to herself.

"Where do you go?" Meredith asked calmly. "Do you wait, or look for acceptable men at fun places at night, or do you have an... other with you?"

Victor was amused how she seemed to have asked Carmine if she was either a whore or a lesbian.

Carmine wasn't thinking too clearly about what was said, or its meaning. She was just blurting whatever she thought. "I go out and have fun with friends, yes." She said unable to hide her frantic confusion.

Meredith arched her fingers in front of her. Victor taught her to use it as a device to distract people from her chest when they were about to ask for the sale. In the darkened room it made her look absolutely sinister. "Are you satisfied?"

"Huh?" Carmine looked at Victor for understanding.

Meredith leaned in. "Are you satisfied?" She repeated.

"With going out?" Carmine said slowly. "I guess, it's hit or miss."

"It's a waste of time. I am unable because of my schedule to consider that type of life." Meredith turned from the chair and stood. "I think there is away to make you more satisfied spending time here. I feel that would center your life and allow you more success."

Carmine nodded quickly thinking she was making progress. "I understand. I'll make the company a larger part of my life." She had missed Meredith's meaning completely.

"You have to see it as the center Carmine. Not the car, the bills, or the friends. Without the job, you lose all the others." Meredith said coming around the desk and sitting on it next to her. "You know you'll lose it all without it right?"

Carmine seemed to pale and blush at the same time. "Yyyes." She said fearfully.

Meredith looked deep into her. "Stable relationships at home make people happier at work do you know why?"

Carmen nodded gravely. "They do their business and go home without all the stress of trying to please other people all the time."

Meredith paused trying to understand if that was an acceptable answer.

"Are you in a relationship?" Meredith continued.

"Umm no, not for a while now." Carmine looked down and snuck an embarrassed look at Victor.

Meredith stiffened watching her. "You're looking to get one?" She accused.

Carmen rolled her shoulders. "Umm yes, but I'm not able to find the one for me though. Many men act nice, but they all just take what they want and never call back. I'm sure you know how it is. They just want you cause your pretty but they're not there for you. They just want well...they won't cry with you. The guys I find don't share my dreams or last long enough to hear them." She said hanging her head.

Meredith looked over at Victor thoughtfully. Perhaps that was her feelings put to words.

"I have found one for myself." Meredith said

Victor choked loudly at how hugely insensitive she just sounded. If this was a sale he would have jumped in.

Carmen literally was taken aback at the words. "Oh that's..."

"You will have to be satisfied as I am. I want you not to be distracted." Meredith looked her right in the eye. "I will help you."

Meredith grabbed her head and latched onto her cheek with her teeth. Carmine gasped but Meredith caught her wrists. She brought her hands to the sides and slide up Carmine's skirt.

Victor watched the two silently struggle. Carmine was in shock and made only little gasps under Meredith. The larger woman had trapped her hands down to her sides and her feet were in between Carmine's. Controlling Carmine's wrists, Meredith slide the helpless woman's panties down slowly.

Meredith released her and whispered in her ear. Whatever she said made Carmine stop struggling her arms as she writhed.

She turned her head. "Come, Victor."

He already had moved in next to them and now he moved behind Carmine. Victor wondered what she said to make her calm, and hoped charges weren't about to be pressed. He let his huge hardening black cock leap out and flop along grazing Carmine's bubbly ass.

She jumped feeling it but Meredith kept her from moving.

"Get down, a real relationship is give and take." Meredith pushed Carmine by her shoulders to her knees. She stood over her and used her hip to push the back of her head over and onto him.

Carmine seemed to be in shock as she started to numbly give him a blowjob. Victor thought if anyone ever was shocked to find themselves sucking someone off, they would look like Carmine. Her style was uninspired. She used more of her lips then tongue and bobbed her mouth like a pussy.

The sight of the confused wide-eyed Latina with her painted red lips stretched grotesquely around his cock was something he hoped he never forgot.

"That's why you can't keep a man! Use your throat. Let him have your body. That's exactly what your doing is using your body on his. You're not good enough for Victor this way." Meredith said pushing her in harder.

She ruthlessly backed off Carmine and threw her onto his cock. Tears flowed down the Hispanic woman's face wrecking her carefully applied makeup. "This is the pleasure of giving." She said after ramming them together for a few minutes. Victor was already quite hard and his cock was covered in the thick saliva found in Carmine's throat.

Meredith pulled off Carmine and bent her over the desk. "This is the pleasure of receiving." She bent in and pushed her nose into Carmine's ass as she sloughed around and burrowed her face into her forcefully.

Carmine danced on her Meredith's wriggling tongue panting open mouthed. Meredith had picked her feet off the floor with the force of her face pushing up into her crotch. Carmine started to slap the desk and finally with a keening wail she let out a gush that flowed out onto Meredith.

She sagged and limply fell across the desk in a heap as Meredith untangled herself and stood.

"What did you tell her?" Victor asked curiously.

"I told her if she relaxed she would enjoy it and keep her job."

"That's pretty bold of you. They call that coercion." He added.

"It was important, and I feel it will make her better." Meredith replied as she stroked Carmines ass. Carmine shivered and sobbed but didn't move. "Are you satisfied? Do you want more Carmine? Can you take more?"

"Please, be gentle with me." She said quietly and tried pulling up her knees onto the desk and raising her ass.

"This is what you want?" Victor asked taking off his pants and pulling her to the side.

"Yes." She hissed as he slid her up on the corner of the desk. He had her squat on the floor so her knees were straddling the desk and her clit bore the weight of her body on the corner. He pulled her arms back bending the elbows and bringing her hands to the back of her neck. He interlaced a few of her fingers, and with one hand he held them there, with his other hand, Victor brought his glistening black iron cock up to her drooling hole.

"Carmine, you want this cock?" He asked to be sure.

"Yes Vic, please." She pleaded hoarsely.

He pushed into her and was surprised at her tightness. On most women, his cock was too big to get in, so he was surprised she even took the head of his wide cock. After the usual struggle with her protesting body, he bottomed out less than halfway inside her.

Her pussy was not as hot as Meredith's was, nor as snug and accommodating, but it was wet from her earlier explosion and let him glide in and out fairly easily. He shoved against the back wall of her pussy claiming more space for himself inside her. Carmine started wriggling under him and her feet slid out from under her as she tried to move off of him.

"Aww, what the hell Carmine? Do you want this dick or not?" He hissed pushing further into her struggling body. Her legs straightened behind him and her ass clenched.

He paused and leaned into her ear. "Hold still." He soothed and pushed her down to lay on the desk as she started panicking.

He heaved into her pushing harder and deeper in a building rhythm. He had the ability to fuck her for days and showed it by setting a brutal speed that left her flopping on the table like an electrocuted fish. Behind him, Meredith shut the office door and turned back to watch.

Carmine bucked her head up and froze with a quiet orgasm after a few minutes as Victor continued to slam her. After ten minutes, she silently arched onto her face and hips as her body locked up and he felt another gooey liquid explosion douse his cock and balls. Meredith watched her eyes dance in drunken circles under her wrecked makeup and half closed eyelids. After she came down, the once proud Latina loudly hyperventilated trying to get down her oxygen deficit.

"Are you satisfied?" Meredith asked almost cruelly.

"Oh god, you're gonna kill me." Carmine moaned between thrusts.

Victor chuckled at her still keeping up his pace. "Mercy, Carmine. Do you want mercy?" His voice was flat, even, and sounded bored despite his Herculean effort. Her spasming pussy was wet as ever but he could feel it starting to swell around him from the abuse.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck! Vic, you're the man! Mercy."

Victor pulled back and Meredith came to him immediately. Her hands lifted him as her yellow eyes assessed. She was quite transparently checking to see if he came while fucking Carmine. Satisfied, she stood and hugged him tightly, pressing her full body into him.

"How long will you be able to concentrate with that level of satisfaction?" Meredith asked from Victor's side. Carmine huffed and didn't move as twitches ran up and down her body.

She slumped over trying to right herself before replying. "I'll work late tonight, I'll come in this weekend, and I won't go out. Is he going to do me like that again?"

"Likely. This weekend won't work however." Meredith said from behind him as she walked around to her desk. She paused looking at Carmines face in the light from the computer. "You should really clean yourself up."

"Right, I just need a little moment." Carmine pulled herself back onto the floor and sunk down to squat at the front of the desk. Her pussy made a burp as it was compressed and released air. "Damn, how long has it been?"

Outside the hooting, giggling, and murmurs of returning coworkers came through muffled from the work area outside. Some of the girls had large bags of family sized servings from their favorite restaurant and a nearby deli. The group set them out and scattered the boxes on a conference table.

"Shit." Carmine said watching her co-workers serve themselves. She was trapped in.

"You'll have to hurry. Perhaps you can be clever." Meredith chided.

Victor noticed a budding smile.

Carmine rose and skulked to the door. She straightened what she could of her dress and looked at her reflection in the glass. She lowered her head and dashed out past her eating laughing co-workers. Only Misty the receptionist got a good look at her, the others only saw her flee holding her face.

"Oh my god! Was she fired?" a voice in the gaggle wondered aloud. They impotently repeated what they saw and eulogized their supposedly sacked comrade as they continued to eat. Carmine joined them in a few moments without makeup and heartily dug into the food spinning a story between bites.

In the shadows of her office, Meredith stood behind Victor and had swung her arms around his waist and softly chewed at his shoulder blade while looking at her employees.

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