RedV http://www.redv.net Mon, 12 May 2008 09:01:45 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 en Elixir For The Undead Ch. 03 http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/elixir-for-the-undead-ch-03/ http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/elixir-for-the-undead-ch-03/#comments Mon, 12 May 2008 09:01:45 +0000 admin http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/elixir-for-the-undead-ch-03/ “Willow what am I going to wear?” Buffy asked exasperated to her best friend.
“Buffy I’m sure you have at least 5 outfits in that closet of yours,” Willow replied trying to calm her frazzled friend.
“Spike said to wear something sexy yet elegant!” Buffy exclaimed as she was pulling out all the contents of her closet and throwing it on her bed.
Willow just kept sorting through all the garments that were tossed her way. All of a sudden, she heard a shriek from Buffy.
“Ahhhh!! This is the one!” she beamed excitedly.
Willow saw what Buffy’s wide-eyed expression was about. Buffy pulled a beautiful knee length slip dress out of her wardrobe. It was cherry red and dazzled with sequins and a matching scarf.
“This is the dress!!” she exclaimed.
“Oh Buffy, you will look amazing! You definitely have to wear that dress.” Willow walked over to the closet, “And these are the shoes and purse to finish the ensemble.”
“Oh Wills what would I do without you?” Buffy hugged her one true girlfriend and took the black sandals from her.
“Willow, will you help me put my hair up?”
“Sure thing Buff. I tell ya, Spike’s heart would definitely skip a beat if it could,” she laughed.
“Ya think?” The two girls shared a giggle.
“Ya know Will, Spike was so mysterious about this whole date tonight,” Buffy said as she handed Willow some hairpins.
“He wouldn’t even tell me where I’m to meet him. All I’m supposed to do is wait for his phone call in one hour and how to dress.”
“Well, Buffy… I just think Spike wants to give you a good surprise, since you two haven’t been together that long. Deep down, Spike really is devoted to the woman he loves… Even if his last one was a little demented,” Willow stated sheepishly.
“Um..Yeah… Dru really didn’t have much up in the sanity department,” Buffy remarked.
“Willow, I truly appreciate you and Tara taking Dawn for a sleep-over. I know she really likes you both,” she said with a warm smile on her face.
“It’s no biggy Buffy. Tara and I really didn’t have any plans and besides, Anya and Xander are on patrol tonight, so you and Spike go have your wonderful evening together.”
“Thanks Willow, you guys are the bestest friends a Slayer could ever ask for.” Buffy stared at her friend in the mirror and leaned back into Willow’s embrace.
Before Willow could shed a tear, she said, “There. All done. Now I will leave you to get changed and I will check on Dawn to make sure she is all packed for the sleepover.
“Great! I know my mom will really appreciate you watching her while she is away on her buying trip in Europe.”
Buffy heard Willow holler out to Dawn as she closed her door and proceeded to get dressed.
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Willow came into the living room to see Dawn and Tara sitting on the couch watching TV and eating some ice cream.
“You all set Dawnie?” Willow asked.
“Yup! I can’t wait until you teach me those spells that you promised.”
“SSHHH!!!” Tara panicked. ”You don’t wanna say that too loud. I don’t want Buffy to know that we will be corrupting your mind with magic.” She carefully looked to see if Buffy was coming down the stairs.
“Tara honey, it’s not as if we are going to teach her to turn boys into frogs or anything,” Willow cut in.
“Besides, you promised to show me those two spells for tinkerbell light and for levitating a pencil,” Dawn whined.
“OK! OK! Just don’t go advertising it out to the whole world Dawnie,” Tara pleaded.
“Mums the word,” she said as she pretended to pull an imaginary zipper across her lips.
Just then they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Dawn was the first to stare boldly at her sister.
“Wow Buffy!” she stammered, “Just … Wow! Spike is not going to believe his eyes.”
“Yeah since most of the time he sees me in dark leather clothes with my hair in a ponytail and of course ‘Eau d’ Vampire” musk after a long hard night of slaying,” Buffy said jokingly.
All the girls laughed at Buffy’s remark as the phone rang. She walked over to the cordless and answered, “Summers residence, oh hi Spike!” she beamed and decided to turn and walk out of the room for a bit of privacy.
“God, sometimes those two just make me wanna barf!” Dawn said pretending to gag.
“Dawn you won’t think so when it’s your turn,” Tara replied with laughter in her eyes.
Buffy re-entered the room and placed the phone back on the coffee table.
“Ok. I’m outta here in just a few. Dawn, you be good to Willow and Tara, I really don’t wanna have to get paged tonight for an emergency on your part, ok? We’ve got that clear?” she said in a motherly tone.
“Very clear mommy Buffy.” Dawn saluted with a straight face.
Buffy smirked and said, “Ok smartie pants. I do have my pager and make sure you guys lock up before you go.”
“Okie dokie Buffy… You two have a good time tonight, I will see you tomorrow.”
With that taken care of, Buffy hugged her sister and her friends and headed out the door.
Dawn stared at the two witches and said, “OK, do you have all the things that Spike wanted us to get ready?”
“Yup, I had to go to the store to pick it up, let’s go get it all ready upstairs.” Willow took the bag that she was hiding behind the couch so Buffy wouldn’t see it.
Once outside, Buffy noticed a black stretch limousine in front of her house. She stared in wonder as to who on the street was getting to ride in a limo. Suddenly the driver got out of the car and came around and asked:
“Ms Buffy Summers, I presume?”
“Yes?” she answered bewildered.
“I am here on behalf of Mr. William to take you to your destination.”
“Oh, um, ok!” Buffy replied excitedly as the driver held the door open for her to get into the car.
Buffy was amazed that Spike would go to so much trouble for her. She felt like Cinderella going to the ball and Spike was her Prince Charming.
Buffy scoped out the interior as the driver slowly pulled out onto the street to start her adventure. She noticed the black leather of the seats and a small TV with a VCR, as well as a radio with CD player. She also spotted a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.
“You are welcome to have some champagne, Ms Summers,” the driver offered from the drivers seat.
“Um… No thanks. I will wait a little bit,” she thought that there would be plenty of time for sipping champagne later this evening.
A while later Buffy could feel the car slowing down and pulling up to a new nightclub called the Raven.
The driver stopped the car and proceeded to come around and open her door. As soon as the door opened, it wasn’t the driver that helped her out of the car, but her knight in shining armor. Spike.
“Spike!” she said with a happy surprise. “Wow! Look at you!” Her eyes feasted upon the dashing vampire before her all decked out in black dress pants that hugged his well muscled legs and a cream coloured cotton turtleneck that looked like it was painted on his torso. He also had, of course, his token leather duster. She laid her hand on the duster and said “The duster… Always the duster.”
“Never leave home without it luv!” he said with a dazzling smile.
“And look at you pet!” He took a step back to drink in her beauty. “If I were alive, you’d take my breath away,” he said bending down to give her a quick yet promising kiss on the lips. He wrapped his arm around her possessively as they walked into the Raven.
They entered the club and right away Buffy heard the entrancing music. She could feel the fast pounding of the drums; hear the trashing guitars and melodic keyboards of the alternative song that was being played by the house DJ.
They headed towards the bar and Buffy realized that Spike hadn’t asked her what she wanted to drink. She was about to swat him on the arm when he turned around with two glasses of champagne in his hands. She smiled and took the glass from him. Buffy proceeded to take a sip when she saw something in the bottom of the flute.
“Hey what’s that? There’s something in my drink!”
“It’s a strawberry luv,” Spike said. “It’s supposed to make the champagne better somehow… To enhance the flavour.”
“Oh! Cool!” she said and tasted the bubbly drink. “MMMMMM! This does taste yummy,” she raved as she licked her lips in a seductive manner.
Spike looked on with a gaping mouth. “I’m sure it doesn’t taste as yummy as you do,” he purred.
“Hey we have all night for tasting each other. I want to check this place out.” With that she took his hand to head into the heart of the club.
“Lead the way Slayer!”
Buffy scanned the club and liked the dimly lit atmosphere. She saw that there were gothic wall sconces that held large flame-like bulbs. The walls were dark reddish brown, like the colour of dried blood. She whispered back to him, “No wonder you picked this place.”
“What can I say Slayer, I love it when humans think they know how to be vampires!” he said with a sly grin.
Turning her attention away from her sexy blonde boyfriend, Buffy was thinking that she liked the dark alternative music. It was always full of emotion and angst, fear and belonging, purity and sexuality all at once.
The dance floor was in the centre of the Raven and down one level. It was an open space that everyone on the main level could look down at the dancers from all sides of the room. Buffy stopped and looked below at the writhing bodies.
Spike led Buffy down the far right staircase. Once at the bottom, they found a private booth that said ‘Reserved’.
“Hey Spike, we can’t sit here. It says it’s reserved.”
“Uh, yeah… For us!” He said with a flash of his pearly whites.
“Wow, all this? The champagne? The limo? Reserved table? What else do you have up your sleeve there William?” she asked.
“Just you wait and see Pet! The night is just full of wonderful surprises to be viewed by those lovely green eyes of yours.”
Buffy pulled Spike to her and kissed him passionately, tasting the fruity champagne on his tongue. She pulled away and said, “Let’s dance,” and pulled the peroxide blonde vampire out onto the dance floor.
Spike held Buffy to him closely as they moved their hips in a grinding fashion. The music was slower than all the songs that had played since they stepped into the club. It was pulsating and the strobe lights flashed to the beat in unison. Others on the dance floor were hypnotized by the melody coming out of the speakers. Partners held each other close, hands roaming on backsides, up shoulder blades and through hair. Blue eyes stared into green, drowning in the spell of each other.
Lost in a haze of arousal, Buffy didn’t realize that little red butterflies were flying around her.
“What the…” she said confused.
She stepped back and both she and Spike looked up to see not butterflies, but rose petals falling from the ceiling.
“Oh my god! I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life!” she said breathlessly.
“I have,” Spike whispered next to her ear, then nuzzled her neck. “It’s all for you Buffy.”
“What? This? For me?” She asked amazed at the site of all the petals in her hands. The smell was overwhelming, as the other dancers would step on the petals to release the heady perfume.
“Spike, you did all this for me?” She stared in wonder at the man before her.
“Buffy, I would do anything for you! I would give you the stars. I would give you the moon. You have allowed me to have the sun – the sun that is in your eyes, every time you look at me. In your face, every time you smile. In your hands, every time you touch me. Buffy, you are the heaven that I will never see and I just want to be able to give it all back to you.”
Buffy gazed at Spike with such tenderness that she never thought she would feel towards him. Spike gently rubbed away a tear that fell on Buffy’s cheek.
“Hey, none of that now,” he said quietly. “I still have a few more delights for you,” he added as he entwined his fingers with hers and led her back to their table.
Back at the booth, they refilled their glasses with the bubbly beverage, and then a waiter approached with a silver tray, placed a silver bowl in front of Buffy and removed the lid. What lay before her were big plump strawberries and in the centre, a smaller bowl filled with whipped cream.
Spike picked up one of the luscious berries and dipped it generously into the cream. He brought it to Buffy’s lips and began to tease her with it by pulling back, as she was about to take a bite. He noticed that some of the cream got on her chin. Buffy was about to wipe if off with the napkin, but Spike stayed her hand and said, “Wait. Let me, ” and bent his head licking the cream off with his cool tongue. Buffy gasped as he flicked it again near her mouth. Their lips met in a delicious kiss, which ended just as quickly as it had begun.
“Hey!” she pouted, “I was enjoying that!”
Spike just gave her a sexy smile and a leer that told her she would be enjoying so much more in due time.
He dipped the strawberry back into the whipped cream, but this time he let her have a bite. Her mouth surrounded the fruit so erotically that Spike could feel himself harden as she chewed the succulent morsel. She licked her lips, which made Spike release a small whimper. Her hand slowly went beneath the table to massage his firm thigh. She leaned over and whispered, “Let’s ditch this Popsicle stand!”
“Bloody good idea Slayer,” he said hastily rising from the table and putting his duster back on, “God I love this coat!”
Buffy quickly realized why. “I see someone wants to come out to play!” she said huskily staring at his midsection. The two quickly ran for the exit and hoped that they would get the first available cab.
*****
The cab driver was oblivious to the two lovers silently caressing each other in the back seat. The cab pulled up to 1630 Revello Drive. The pale blonde paid the fare and scooped his female companion out the door and up to the front porch.
Buffy hastily rummaged through her purse for the keys, all the while Spike kissing her neck and shoulders.
“Um, Spike… I don’t think the neighbors would appreciate a live sex show on the front porch!” She said giggling and opening the front door.
“Fuck’em! I want you naked… NOW!” Spike growled seductively.
Buffy smiled and said,
“Well I think that can be arranged!”
Spike remembered that he had to get upstairs to Buffy’s room to make sure that Willow had done up the room the way he’d asked.
“Buffy… Just wait here a minute… There’s something I have to do first.” He gave her one last kiss before ascending the stairs.
“What? Now? We were just getting… Started!!” Buffy said confused.
“Don’t worry Pet. I’ll be right back!” Spike replied from the landing.
Buffy was curious to know why the vampire was going into her bedroom… WITHOUT HER!
“You have 1 minute ‘William’ before I come up there.” She hollered.
Buffy sat on the bottom steps and started counting
“1-1000, 2-1000, 3-1000, 4-1000…”
Her body was in need of being close to Spike, just knowing how his lips, hands, tongue and *other* parts of him make her feel, she got up and said,
“Okay loverboy, times up! You better be ready for me!”
She opened her door and saw a shirtless Spike, bathed in candlelight, the whole room had at least a dozen or more candles all aglow and more rose petals strewn about the bed.
“Wow! Spike! God I can’t believe all you have done for me.” Buffy said through teary eyes.
“It’s all for you Buffy.” Spike whispered as he pulled her into his embrace, locking their lips to savor each other’s taste.
Spike slowly started to remove Buffy’s dress; he bent his head to her shoulder, his tongue darting out to her nape and up to her sensitive earlobe.
Buffy took this opportunity to roam her hands across the plains of his chest. Her fingertips dancing lightly over his nipples, teasing them to tiny peaks.
Spike helped Buffy step out of her shoes and moved her back towards the bed.
Buffy was at eye level with Spikes pants, and proceeded to help him with shedding the remainder of his clothing. She could tell by his excitement that it wouldn’t be long before he was inside her.
Spike lay her back on the pillow and began his trail down her body. Her nipples were aching for his touch, her body arched into his caress. His lips and tongue left her begging for more. Spike kissed her belly as his tongue, traced circles around her navel.
He could smell the heady scent of her arousal between her legs, it drove him insane with wanting, but he wanted to please her first before his own need was sated.
Buffy loved the way Spike knew which buttons to press to make her crazy with desire. Her nails raked across his back as Spike’s tongue dove into her sex, she cried out as he worked his magic on her.
Spike tasted her sweetness and he knew that he could drown in her and it would be fine with him.
He crawled up Buffy’s side; he cupped her face in the palm of his hand and kissed her for all he was worth.
Buffy wanted nothing more, than to join together with the man before her. She wanted to feel him inside her, but she wanted to prolong this night as much as possible. She turned him over onto his back and began to lick her way down his body.
Spike lifted his head with desire filled eyes, watching Buffy descend upon his rigid member.
Buffy took small licks across the head of his shaft, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Her tongue stroked his length before engulfing him completely in her mouth.
“Oh Buffy!” Spike groaned, arching his hips.
Buffy took him in slowly, testing her limits as well as his.
“Shit! AAAHHHH! Buffy, you’d better hold up luv. I wanna save something for later.”
Buffy sat up and stared at the vampire, while grasping his erection and pumping him with slow assured strokes.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” She asked.
“Come ‘ere” He drawled.
And Buffy obeyed.
The two melded as one, first slowly, inch by inch, her heat surrounded him. Their mouths met, tasting the passion between them. Buffy ground her hips against Spike to totally fill herself. She raised her legs, so Spike could lay them over his shoulders. With this position, Buffy didn’t think she could be more fulfilled.
Spike hissed as Buffy used her vaginal muscles to squeeze his shaft. He knew he would have to ease up if he wanted to last more than 5 minutes.
“Oh God Buffy! The things you do to me!” Spike moaned next to her ear. Spike decided to switch positions, “Here luv, why don’t you drive for awhile?” as he held her and flipped them both over with Buffy on top.
“”Mmmmm, now this is the type of driving that I like to do.” She said as she created her own rhythm.
Up and down, she glided along his cock. Once at the base, Spike would force his hips up to grind against her clit.
“Ahhhh! Buffy moaned. She scratched her nails against his chest leaving welts in her path.
Spike fondled her breasts and nipples; he always liked this position for that reason. He reached down between her legs to massage her clit. He wanted to bring her to the brink.
“Come for me Slayer, take yourself to the edge and let go!”
With the words and the caresses Buffy couldn’t hold back. Her orgasm took over all thought, and she rode the waves as she rode Spike.
Spike took over from his position and started pumping his hips upward as he spilt his seed into her womb.
“FUCK! AHHH!!” He screamed and sat up as he held a panting Buffy, tightly in his arms. Spike tenderly kissed Buffy’s collarbone and lightly brushed his tongue across her jugular. He could sense the strength that flowed beneath the few layers of skin.
“Buffy, you are so amazing. I have never felt the passion that we have in all my lifetimes.” He said staring into her hazel eyes.
“I know… I mean… It is so different with you too… I feel so free and uninhibited when I’m with you.” She replied.

]]> http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/elixir-for-the-undead-ch-03/feed/ Valerie the Magnificent Ch. 07 http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/valerie-the-magnificent-ch-07/ http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/valerie-the-magnificent-ch-07/#comments Mon, 12 May 2008 05:01:53 +0000 admin http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/valerie-the-magnificent-ch-07/ That next week was very trying for Valerie and me. With everything now out in the open, each of us was like a yo-yo as to whether we would go through with it or not. The first thing Val suggested (which was a very good idea) was that we not discuss the situation “in the heat of the moment”. Of course we’d be into it then! This thing had to be discussed only when we were “sexually sober”. So Saturday, Sunday and Monday, nothing was mentioned when we were getting it on, but the silly thing was, both of us were thinking about it the whole time we were messing around.
I stayed away from my recordings of Claire in an attempt to give myself a little distance to make the right decision. Problem was, any time she crossed my mind, I could immediately feel myself getting hard. Val admitted that the oddest things made her think about Davey’s cock, and she would immediately get wet. Both of us used the other to try to cool off that ardor, and that worked until Tuesday.
Val had the late shift at the store, and when I got home, it didn’t take me long to heat up some leftovers. That left me with a lot time on my hands. Having spent the day unsuccessfully not thinking about Claire, I was pretty damned horny. Nothing good on TV, I headed for the computer to catch up on some things I was watching for my business, and the latest ball scores.
Ten minutes later, I could stand it no longer and checked to see if anything had been recorded that day. Around 1:30, sure enough, Val came down the stairs, followed by Claire who was carrying a large duffel bag over each shoulder.
“It’s really great that you’re letting me use your washer. We’re just about out of clean clothes.”
“Not a problem,” Val said over her shoulder, as they walked into the laundry room at the far end of the basement. For the next few minutes, I only caught snippets of what they were saying — and laughing about. I heard the word Saturday evening at least twice, followed by a lot of giggling.
Finally, I could hear the sound of the washer filling as they came back out of the laundry room. Valerie was laughing.
“C’mon, Val, please?” Claire whined. “I’m going to have to hang around here for at least two hours! What the heck am I going to do? Twiddle my thumbs?”
My wife stopped, and hands on hips, looked down at the shorter woman. “Is sex the only thing you think about, young lady?”
“Well, yeah!”
Val got about halfway to the stairs when she stopped and sighed. “Oh, I guess it’s okay. I just hope to God that Mike doesn’t find out!”
Val and Claire disappeared under the camera, and the mic picked them up rummaging around in my workroom. I could guess what was going on, but which of our two toys would she come out with?
Both.
I had to chuckle as Claire set the machines right where the camera would capture the action best.
“Now you just make sure, girl, that you put everything back just where it was,” Val told her. “I don’t want Mike getting POed at me!”
Claire shot a quick glance up at the camera. “Don’t worry, Val. I doubt very much that Mike would get pissed off.”
Val checked her watch. “Oh my gosh! I should have left at least 10 minutes ago!”
And with that, Claire, the machines and I were alone in the basement.
She stood as close to the camera as she could, her face and upper body filling the computer’s screen. “Hi Mike,” she said in a sexy voice. “I hope you’ll like my little show. Oh yeah, my washer’s working just fine. I just wanted to come over and spend a little time all alone with you. We really do need to talk, you know.”
Stepping back, Claire began removing her clothes. She had a great little hip wiggle to slip her tight jeans down over her bum. Her t-shirt soon followed leaving her in a lacy black bra and matching thong. Oh yeah, and sneakers with white socks.
She looked up at me again. “Valerie told me about your thing with finding sneaks and socks sexy. Maybe I’ll tease you a little more by leaving them on while I pleasure myself.” She tweaked and pulled both nipples. “Mmmm. I think I’m going to have to be pretty rough with these little guys today. They like it rough. Remember that, will you, Mike?”
Claire reached behind herself and the bra fell away. Her nipples were already hard and distended, but she pulled on them some more turning them redder and redder.
My cock was threatening to rip a hole in my pants so I shucked them off, then decided to get all the way naked. While I’d done that, Claire had removed her thong and stepped back from the camera so I could see her body from head to sneakered feet. My cock got harder if anything.
She twirled around playfully. “Like what you see, Mike? Want some of this on Saturday?
I was almost panting. Now my wife is a VERY lovely woman, but there was something so exciting about this red-haired vixen that made me want her more than was wise. I would have given almost anything to have her there in front of me at that moment. Yes, and that included letting my wife loose with her big-dicked husband.
Claire was going through the box of attachments I’d bought for the Sybian. Her comments were quite entertaining as she pulled each one out. “Now this tiny guy reminds me of my first boyfriend. He had a big car, but no one told me what that meant. Still I got my cocksucking chops together on him. Has Val told you I give the best head this side of the Pecos, Mike? I would love to suck your cock.
“Now this one is smaller than Davey, Mike, though it looks pretty big to me. Val wants that. She’s still waffling about it, but I know she wants a ride on my husband’s great cock.” Picking up the medium-sized one, “This guy is smaller than you, but that’s just the right size for me.” She looked up at the camera again. “I love my husband, Mike, but I need a good no-holds-barred fucking and my husband can’t do that. Oh yeah, it feels great to be filled up like only he can, but Davey just can’t let go with me. He’s too long and it hurts. Your cock will fuck me just right; I’m certain of it.”
Reaching into the box again, she came out with one of the special attachments, the one Val had refused so far to let me use on her, the one with two cocks — one big and one small. “Oh, now THIS one I really like!, Claire said as she held it up to the camera. “I’ll bet this one feels really interesting. Know what, Mike? I think I’ll try it. I haven’t had a cock up my ass since before I started dating Davey.
Mounting it on the Sybian, then lubing it up, Claire carefully climbed aboard and sank down on both the dildos, her eyes opening wide as the last bit sank in. “Oh my God, that’s already nice and I haven’t even turned the machine on yet!”
The next two hours were almost non-stop orgasms for Claire, and I had the best seat in the house as she writhed and wriggled, panted and moaned, and the entire time had my cock as hard as it’s ever been.
Right at the end as she was fucking herself enthusiastically up the ass on The Rider, she looked up and said, “This is so good, Mike! Know what I’m thinking? I’m imagining it’s you pounding into my cute little butt right now, fucking me to your heart’s content. I’m very tight back there, Mike, and it will feel really good when I let you take me this way. Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass? Want your first to be me?” She reached down between her legs, rubbing furiously. “Oh God! Oh God! I’m going to cum!! I’m going to cum again for you, Mike! Oh yes, fuck me, Mike! That feels so incredible!”
Claire’s orgasm knocked her clear off the machine, either that or she wanted to give me a special show. Lying there on her back, legs spread wide, I could see her pussy spasming as she gushed all over the place. Another squirter…
Lazily rubbing her nether lips with one hand, and pulling on her nipples with the other, Claire’s voice was dreamy as she spoke. “I have it all figured out, Mike, and all you need to do is play along. Everyone is going to win. You get me, and I get a royal fucking. Davey gets to fuck someone really hard for a change, no worries, and Val… Well, Val gets her second big cock and I bet she’s going to really get off on it. All you have to do is play along, Mike, and you can have this.”
Claire spread her lips obscenely wide and tilted her hips so I could see everything.
Sitting there watching, I only touched myself once and the cum sprayed everywhere: on the computer screen and keyboard, me, everywhere. I began looking around for some kleenex. My eye caught a movement at the study door.
There stood Val, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, a wry expression on her face. “That little slut!” she said, but she was smiling. “I never should have trusted her — or you! How long has that camera been down in the basement?”
My face was burning with shame. “Um…almost since the beginning.”
My wife shook her head. “You’re a naughty boy! Now clean up the mess you made and then come upstairs. You’re going to be punished very severely for this! Spying on your wife and her friend. The nerve!”
With that she turned and walked down the hall, but I could detect a swagger in her movements that I’d never seen before. I got the feeling that I was about to find out how much of the dom my Valerie had in her…
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The next morning, Val and I woke up early and lay in bed talking. My cock was sore as were my nipples but Val had a cat-like languor about her. She’d gotten fucked as well as I could possibly do it the previous evening. As we lay, she casually stroked my cock to hardness. My balls ached with the load they were carrying since I hadn’t been allowed to cum again the previous night. I was there for Val’s pleasure only — not that I could have done much tied up as I was.
“You do understand that I’m truly pissed off at you for spying on me, don’t you?” Val asked. “We have a trust between us and you broke it.”
“Yeah, but there are things being said between you and Claire that shouldn’t have been spread around.”
Val thought for a moment. “True, but I think your transgression is worse. You do have tapes of me that I didn’t know about. Now I knew why you’d go upstairs when you had me tied to those machines. You were watching me get myself off.”
“I wanted to see what you were like when you thought you were alone. Let me tell you, Val, dear, those recordings are very hot.”
“Hotter than what Claire was doing for you on that recording I saw last night?”
“Yes!” I said, meaning it. “You have a lot of things going for you that she doesn’t and besides, I love YOU. YOU turn me on more than anyone else and I love seeing you get off in a big way.”
“Turned on enough to let me enjoy myself with Davey this weekend? I’ve made up my mind now, Michael. If you agree, I’m going to fuck that big cock until I can’t move.” She grinned. “And you can have Claire — assuming that you can handle her!”
With that, Val bent down, took my cock in her mouth and gave me the best blow job I’d ever gotten, although I lasted an embarrassingly short time.
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We had no sex for the rest of the week. Both of us wanted to be primed and ready for Saturday night. I let Val change the password on my spy software and the recordings, and she let me lock up her toys in my work room, which sported a new padlock. Neither of us could cheat unless it was with our hands. We joked about his and hers chastity devices.
Val would tell me nothing about what she and Claire had planned and I got thrown out of the house first thing on Saturday. “Go play golf or something. I just don’t want to see your face until 5:00!” Claire was arriving as I pulled out of the driveway. I didn’t know what to say when we were finally face to face. My cock knew what to do, though…
She casually leaned on the window frame. The heady scent of Chanel #5 wafted into the car. “Hello, Mike! So we finally meet. I understand that you’ve been a very bad boy! Shame on you for doing that.”
I was so flustered, my brain refused to slip into gear. Finally, I managed to croak, “How did you spot the camera so easily?”
Claire reached in and tweaked my nose. “My dad is a private investigator. I’d be still doing that too if we got along better. Good dads can make bad bosses. Remind me to tell you all about it sometime. Anyway, it was pretty clear from the way your machine was set on that board so that it could only be put on the floor one way, and from the fact that you’d leave Valerie alone on it, that you were spying on her. There were only a few possible places to put the camera and I knew what to look for.” She stuck her head into the car and sucked my earlobe into her mouth, then breathed, “You better leave now, Mike. Seeing that cock of yours pushing out your pants like that is making me VERY wet.”
I played my worst ever round of golf that day, quitting after 15 holes. Then I wasted a few hours looking at power tools, listening to the ball game on the radio and eventually stopping to get each lady a dozen long-stemmed roses. I pulled into the driveway at 5:00 sharp. Needless to say, they were both blown away by the flowers. Score one for the guys!
Both women had been to the beauty parlor. Claire’s hair was done in a French braid and her make-up was superb. Someone could drown in her gray eyes if he weren’t careful. Val, however, looked like something out of a Hollywood movie.
Her hair had been cut and styled by a pro, just off her shoulders in the front and long down the back. Different highlights glistened in her black hair every time she moved: now a flash of auburn, then chestnut, then a touch of blonde. It was stunning. Her eyes were deep and smoldering, her cheeks just with a hint of blush and her lips red and inviting.
I stood there gawking so long that Claire got in between us and said, “Hey! Remember me! I’m the one you’re SUPPOSED to be looking at!
We all burst out laughing and I hugged both women, and if Claire was put off because I hugged Val a little closer for just a little longer, she didn’t say anything.
“Nervous?” I asked Val.
She nodded and her cheeks reddened a little more.
I turned to Claire. “So what’s the drill? You seem to have put yourself in charge of this little event.”
In answer, Claire went out to the kitchen, a delicious little wiggle in her butt as she left the living room, and returned with a bottle of white wine and three glasses.
We all sat and had a sip. Val and me on the sofa and Claire right across from me on a wing chair. She was wearing loose fitting shorts and made sure I could see right up them. Not a stitch of underwear was in sight and my cock twitched in response.
Val noticed immediately. “Claire! Behave yourself!”
The girl sat back in the chair and crossed her legs which only made the shorts rise higher on her thighs. She stuck her tongue out at Val.
“Davey’s out working today and should be here by 6:00. Mike you’re going to be in charge of the grilling. You’re also to make sure that Davey gets just enough booze. I don’t want him too blasted to be able to perform, but I also want him good and loose. Valerie and I will do the rest.”
“And your husband knows nothing about this?”
Claire and Val exchanged glances. “Well, the past two weeks, I’ve been kind of steering our pillow talk,” Claire admitted. “I also made sure that Davey spoke to Val a few times. Let’s just say that he thinks she’s pretty darned hot and I got him to admit in the heat of the moment that he wouldn’t mind getting to know her better.”
Val had reddened at the talk, and I asked her, “What’s wrong?”
Again the exchanged looks. “I…ah… I’ve been pretty flirty with Davey the two times we’ve met.”
“Come on! Out with it!” I said.
“Well, I may have, ah, rubbed myself on him a bit and touched his arm and I, ah, kissed him once.”
“One of your quick pecks or the full monty?”
“Um, somewhere in between.”
“Out with it, Val!” Claire whooped. “She’s been coming on big time with my hubby, that’s what she’s been doing.”
I went upstairs to shower and change, shaving once again so that my face wouldn’t have a hint of stubble on it for the evening. Val and Claire headed to the guest bedroom to get changed, refusing to tell me what was up.
I got downstairs and went out to get the barbecue ready and saw by the wisps of steam rising off the pool that swimming was on the schedule for the evening, despite the nip that would be in the air when the sun went down.
The table was set for four, a wine cooler at hand, and four lounges had been set out by the pool.
Was al fresco sex on the menu? We live at the edge of town on a large bit of land, so no neighbors could see what we do in the back, but Val had never agreed to have sex outdoors because “who knows who might walk in on us!” This would be a big change for her.
At 6:00 on the button, I heard the doorbell ring. A few moments later, Claire came out the back door hanging onto the arm of a very large man. Davey’s polo shirt was tight around his torso and the muscles in his arms stretched the fabric out to its limits. His waist was fairly small and I could see from his dockers that his thighs and calves would also be impressive. The man obviously didn’t just lift weights, he was a full-blown body builder.
Claire looked miniscule next to Davey, but she wouldn’t go unnoticed anywhere. The miniscule, tight red shorts and blouse tied under her gently swaying breasts would make sure of that. I also noticed sneakers and white socks again, the vixen. Claire looked to all the world like some horny cheerleader.
“This is for you,” Davey said a bit uncomfortably as he handed me a bottle of very nice red wine. “Thanks for having us over. Claire’s talked about nothing else all week.”
I’ll bet she has, I thought. “Welcome, uh, Davey? That’s all I’ve heard Claire call you.”
He grinned, a nice, friendly, open one. “Davey’s just fine.”
“Why don’t you two guys get comfortable,” Claire said. “Val should be dressed in a minute and I’ll go get a couple of beers.” She squeezed her husband’s arm. “You must have worked so hard today. A cold beer would go down nicely, wouldn’t it?”
Claire sashayed into the house, wiggling that delicious butt of hers and we both shamelessly watched her go.
Val was the one whocame out with the beers and, my God, did we stare this time! Besides the perfect hair and make-up, she had on the most amazing pair of jeans I’d ever seen. I remember thinking two things: that they’d been painted on her or been custom made. They were so tight, you could see her camel toe. On top was a shimmering blouse of turquoise silk, no bra, and on her feet, my favorite high-heeled sandals with the ties coming halfway up her calves. The effect of the way she was dressed, groomed and the obviousness of her sex was absolutely jaw dropping.
Davey’s jaw did drop.
“Why Davey,” Val said, giving him a lingering peck on his cheek, “how wonderful to see you again! Thanks so much for coming over!”
Davey couldn’t help himself nor could I as our eyes traveled over this heavenly creature standing before us.
After handing us our beers, Val went back into the house and her wiggle was even better than Claire’s. This was my shy and restrained (at least in public) wife?
The girls left us alone for a good half hour and I found that Davey was a pretty regular guy. He bowled instead of played golf, enjoyed football instead of baseball, but other than that, we felt the same way about a lot of things. I found that I liked him.
Eventually, Val and Claire came out with some more beers for us and white wine for themselves. Claire and Davey chatted for a few minutes about the job he’d been working on that day, and Val managed to get me to come over to the back door for a few private words.
She looked at me seriously. “Last chance to back out. Is this still going to happen?”
“Valerie, you look so good tonight, I’m beginning to think I’ll keep you all to myself.”

]]> http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/valerie-the-magnificent-ch-07/feed/ A Nurse’s Night http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/a-nurses-night/ http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/a-nurses-night/#comments Mon, 12 May 2008 01:01:49 +0000 admin http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/a-nurses-night/ My name is Joanne; we recently moved from the city to a rural area. I had been a nurse in a large liver and kidney transplant unit for about six years. My husband and I have been married ten years and we’ve never had children; that was our choice.
The way things are going I think that was a good idea. A year and a half ago I discovered that he had been having a long-term affair with a coworker. It’s the same old story; we had taken each other for granted and didn’t put enough effort into our relationship. We worked so hard to get ahead, working on our careers; we lost track of each other.
Finding out about the affair killed something in me and I know that I’ll never be the same. Even though we agreed we would give the marriage another try something is missing. He is still so cold to meand I long for arms around me; I ache for some passion. I had been faithful all these years; he had not. It wasn’t his first dabble on the other side of the fence and I am sure it will not be his last. He has had his needs filled and I have been left wanting; - no longer!
After we moved I began a new job in a smaller hospital. I took on a position that was entirely new to me whenI signed up for an internship in a surgical dept. Hospitals are willing to hire you at a lower pay rate and give you the on the job training you need to learn a new specialty in nursing. Surgery is surely foreign to me. I had not been in a surgical suite since nursing school.
Since it is a smaller hospital, we rotate a little taking turns in recovery, assisting in surgery, or being the circulating nurse. I feel most unsure of myself when I assist because each of our different surgeons has their own way of doing things. I am left trying to remember just how Dr Mathis wants his equipment set up, how Dr Silverman wants his instruments handed to him. I have to anticipate all of their different needs during the surgery and try to keep things running smoothly for them. Even though I have a preceptor present to help train me, it is still so stressful.
Most of the Docs are great but a select few can make you feel like a complete inept piece of shit. I have been yelled at and belittled in front of my coworkers more than once, but I have been assured that this is a common occurrence with some of the surgeons. Some doctors have developed a God complex. I have reservations about the choice I made to take this change in jobs at such a hard time in my private life. If I wanted stress, all I’d have to do is stay home with my husband.
There is one ray of sunshine at work his name is Wade; he is the nurse anesthetist.
Wade has the most comforting way about him. No wonder he is in anesthesia; even his quiet manner puts you at ease; I just love talking to him, joking with him. He is one of those people you can open up to and just be yourself with. Most nurses have a strange sense of humor anyway; we can find something funny about a strangulated hernia. You have to laugh or you would go nuts. We have seen it all and love to talk about it.
I told Wade about my Fishing Foley story so I’ll have to share it with you quickly. I was sitting at the nursing station and I kept hearing a sound like a loud plop coming from down the hall. I went to track down the sound and found one of my patients still confused form the anesthesia reeling in his Foley catheter hand over hand. When he had the urine bag in his hand he tossed it back out into the room. The Foley line stretched to its limits and jerked his dick straight out with a jolt. The urine bag hit the floor with that familiar plop I had heard. The patient started to repeat the procedure. I said, “what are you doing? ” He replied, “fishing.” I wonder if he thought he was getting a bite every time his penis was pulled. Wade and I got a big laugh out of this and it got us into talking a little more sexually than we had been before.
Yesterday was simply one of those days; we had a busy day doing the routine surgeries and it was hectic. Our last case was a little five-year old getting tubes in his ears for frequent ear infections; he had a history of asthma. Anytime you’re working with kids it is a little more difficult. They can go bad so easily and so quickly.
The procedure went well and the doctor left. It looked like we were going to get this kid recovered and I might be home early .He was responding well and we extubated him, removing his artificial breathing tube. That’s when the asthma attack hit him; swelling, his small, irritated airway closed tightly. His oxygen saturation was dropping like a rock and we couldn’t get another airway tube into him due to the swelling. An emergency was called; all I could see is this beautiful little boy having brain damage from lack of oxygen. We feverishly tried to get an airway in and stimulated him to breathe. Wade gave him some succinylcholine torelax his muscles so that we could intubate him again. Finally, the tube was back in and the child and the staff started to breathe again. It was just too much. And I needed a break. Wade must have heard my inner pleas and asked me if I wanted to stop for a drink after work. I said, “sure, I need it.”
We left the hospital and headed over to the Bone, a bar at the far end of town. It was a noisy place with a few booths toward the back in a nice, darker area. The jukebox was blasting “Simple Man” from Lynyrd Skynyrd when we walked in. I love Skynyrd; I was already feeling somewhat better. I ordered Rum & Coke and we settled into a booth. We stared out sitting across from one another but the music was so loud I had to give up on that and move over and sit next to Wade so that we could converse. He didn’t seem to mind. I still had to almost yell into his ear to talk. I had to get my face so close to his skin that I got a light whiff of his after-shave; even after nine hours it smelled so good.
We had a few drinks and watched the people come into the bar. As the night wore on people came in to dance and we got up and gave it a go. It felt so good to have my body next to his. I started to get into the rhythm of a great beat and my chest even looked good to me as my big breasts rocked back and forth to the rocking beat blaring from the juke box. I started to rub up against him.
The drinks were making me a little more adventurous than normal; I didn’t have to be anywhere at any time. Rodger, my hubby was out of town for work. It felt good to touch a man, to feel him, to be in his presence and to move in time with him. It was getting hot in the room and so was I; we sat down in our booth after we were too tired to dance another step.
I lost track of the number of rum and cokes that I had consumed. I sat next to Wade and slipped my arm around his back and started to rub his shoulders and back ever so gently. He seemed to be having fun and enjoying himself. He looked over at me and I saw those deep, longing eyes. I looked up at him for a second and he leaned into me and we kissed, a great passionate kiss,a kiss like I have not experienced in many a year. I was his, lock stock and barrel; He owned me from that second forward.
I had another drink and forced my hand down and strongly rubbed his thighs. He knew what I wanted. He moved his hand down between my legs and felt me through my uniform pants. My crotch was hot and warm and starting to get wet. He said, “You’re a horny little bitch aren’t you?” in a playful way. I nodded a reply.
We had a last dance and I was really letting go. I reached over and felt his crotch through his pants and he was hard already. I turned around and danced with my butt in his crotch so I could feel his hard cock against my ass. He reminded me that we were in a public place but by this time I didn’t care. I knew where this was going and I was ready to let things run their course. I needed a release
Last call was announced by the surly looking bar keep. We both had another drink and I had to pee. I went back to the bathroom and when I came out Wade was in the hall that ran back to the restrooms. I grabbed him in a big hug and looked into his eyes and begged him to make me feel like a woman. I begged him to fuck me. We kissed and held each other, touching. He grabbed my crotch again and then grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. He then said, k, lets go.”
We headed out into the night. There was no way in hell I could drive. Thank goodness there was a cheep motel about a block down the road. We walked toward it without even talking. He lead me by the arm; I was a little more than tipsy but I knew exactly what I was doing. He checked us in; the room was shabby and hot. I went over to the air conditioner and it was off and unplugged. I had to get down on my knees to plug it in. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Wade was watching me. I beckoned him to approach. I rubbed my face into his groin.
He said, “not yet Babe.” At that he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet and threw me onto the bed. We were both ripping at my pants to get them off. I managed to also get my scrub top off over my head. I was there in my Bra and panties, my favorite pair of lacy pink ones. My 40-Ds bulged as I panted so hard from the drinks and excitement of the moment. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me hard down the bed; it burned my back from the friction.
There I was at the end of the bed my legs held up by the ankles. Wade looked as though he was about to fuck me then and there. I pleaded, “No! Lick me. Taste me. Eat me!”
The deep wanting was gone from his gaze and all I saw were pinpoint pupils and the pure cold hazel eyes. They looked empty and for a minute I was afraid. Gone was my friend from work and here in front of me was pure lust. He dropped my legs with a thud on the bed they bent at the knees and my feet hit the floor. He grabbed at my favorite panties and with a strong jerk that lifted me up from the bed he ripped them off with two hard pulls. The seams must have given him some trouble but in the end they gave way to shear force and I know I will have a nasty bruise across my lower back. I was so excited my head was spinning, my heart racing like a captive bird.
He said, “You asked for it.”
With that his head was between my legs. I could feel his hair brushing up against my thighs. I was in ecstasy. My husband would never give me any oral pleasure. The one and only time he did was while we were dating. My husband never thought about my pleasure or my needs. For a long time I have kept my pubic area shaved as I had thought that would please my husband but he never noticed; in fact he never said anything about it. Even the first time we had sex after I had gone bald he never noticed. Tell me how you can stick your dick into a woman with no hair on her puss and not notice?
I was brought back to the present by Wade saying “You horny little bitch! You’re shaved and dripping wet.”‘
I could feel his hot breath as he inspected his prize. His tongue touched my lips and separated them. It was like tiny electrical shocks running up my spine, such a foreign feeling to me.
My new lover ran his tongue up and down each side of the outer edges of my lips for what seemed like an eternity; he even nibbled at me with the edges of his teeth. He was lapping up the clear juices that had been flowing from me since the bar. He ran the tip of his hard tongue up till he found my clit and started working diligently on the most sensitive spot of my entire body. Over and over he flicked his tongue against it and blew gently on it. I was going nuts!
My hips lifted off the bed and my entire lower half was starting to tremor. He kept it up on that one spot until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was either going to have to stop him or cum because it was starting to be both painful and intense. It is hard to explain.
Wade could tell I was close and his head pinned my hips down a little harder as the passionate torture continued. I couldn’t take much more. I started moaning, “No! Oh no!”
Just then I came like a river. I had never felt such a rush of fluids. It had been over a year since I had my last orgasm. I guess my body was saving all my juices up. My body was actually trembling hard now. His mouth eagerly lapped my fluids and he plunged his face deep against my crotch. He continued to clean me and stick his tongue deep inside me.
For a while his tongue kept hitting my now ultra sensitive clit and made me yelp. He then lifted his head from my pelvis and his body ran up the length of mine.
He asked ” How was that you horny bitch?” I could barley speak, my body shaking like a leaf in a windstorm. He didn’t even need to ask. He kissed me hard and forceful. I tasted myself in this mouth and it tasted fantastic. We kissed for a long time, our bodies against each other and through his pants I could feel his rock hard dick against my leg.
He stood up and pulled down his scrub pants and underwear in a smooth movement and stepped out of them. I slid my butt down and off the bed, sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed using the bed as a backrest. I was ready to have that hard dick in my mouth. It was a wonderful throbbing hard piece of meat and right now it was all mine. I love giving head; I always have. I love the feeling of total control I have while giving a BJ.
I put everything I have into it, mouth, tongue, face, and hands. I started by firmly grabbing the base of his cock and tonguing his head, lubricating the helmet and ridge with my mouth. I worked the tip while gently stroking the base up and down with my right hand. I heard a Ummm sound coming from above me and I knew I was on the right track.
I was still twitching from my own orgasm; even my tongue felt like it was quivering. I started to take him deeper and deeper into my waiting mouth; I glanced up to see him watching me diligently. I could tell he was enjoying watching the show. His hand was on my head and stroking my hair. I was giving him everything I had, exploring the length of his cock with my mouth and tongue. I could feel his nuts with the very tips of my fingers at times. They were tight and the skin was ridged.
Concentrating on the sensitive head I kept the rhythm going with my hand till I felt the muscles tighten. I heard him say, “Oh God Babe!” a couple times. I took him deep as he blasted his full load down my throat. I eagerly swallowed every drop and lapped at his wet cock. Rubbing my tongue across his head again, I could tell he was very sensitive. He grabbed my hair gently but firmly and said, “Dam that felt good!” He let go of me and fell into the bed. I joined him. We cuddled up under the sheet, butt to nut, and his arm around me. I felt great and wanted. I felt alive. We fell asleep.
I don’t know how long we napped but I woke up with his cock up against my ass. I didn’t know where I was for a minute. The booze had taken its toll and I felt a little queasy. I was momentarily confused and did not understand why I felt a dick against my skin. I wasn’t in my bedroom.
I looked around the room with fuzzy eyes just as I was remembering what was going on. Wade reached down and roughly inserted his fingers into me. Thank goodness I was still a little wet from earlier or it would have hurt. He finger fucked me for a few minuets and then without much warning he stuck his cock inside me. It was a strange dick in me and it felt wonderful; it felt positively sinful. It felt right all at the same time.
He fit me like a glove. He was pumping me against my back; it was smooth and I was getting wet again. I was dripping onto the sheets from around his inserted cock. He grabbed my breasts from around my back and started squeezing them and pinching my nipples. He rolled one of my nipples between his fingers. He was getting a little rough with my tits. Then he slowed down and pulled his cock out of me. I wanted it back. He ordered, “On your knees, bitch!” I obeyed quickly and backed up to the edge of the bed.
Wade stood up and started to rub the head of his rock-hard cock at the entryway of my pussy. He started to insert it but didn’t and continued to tease me like that for what seemed an eternity. I wanted it back in me so badly.
I cried out, Oh please Fuck me! Please!”
He asked, Is that what you want?
I said, “Yes, please don’t tease me. Fuck me! Oh God, Fuck me hard!”
With that he pounded his entire length into my wet and waiting cunt, hard. Over and over he fucked me hard. His nuts were slapping against my puss. I was doggy style and being slammed forward with each stroke.
Without warning he withdrew again and pushed me over to my back and roughly grabbed those ankles again up over my head. He spread my legs wide and I thought he was going to brake one of my hips. I looked at his dick and juices were dripping from it. He fell down on my body and he and I were so wet that his cock naturally found its path back inside me.
We were fucking, my hips coming up to meet each of his movements. My legs were spread but wrapped around his back. I knew we couldn’t last long like this. He grabbed my legs and bent them up around by my head so he could get in as deep as possible. I felt like his dick was going to come out my belly button.
He let go my legs but they stayed put. He grabbed my wrist and pinned me to the bed. He reached down with his mouth to bite my nipple hard. I screamed. He was biting me hard: my nipple burned. Then he repeated the bite to the other nipple. I couldn’t help but yell out again.
Then he was biting my neck and ear. He looked into my eyes with those cold hazel pools of lust. He said, “You like it rough baby?” I said, “Yea. Do to me what you want.”
Oh god he was penetrating me deep. I was bucking like a rodeo horse with my wrist held tight to the bed. I saw his face change expression an he yeled, “I’m cumming, you horny slut! Oh fuck yes!”
With that I started my own rocking orgasm. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt like I was going to explode and I did.
We lay there connected moaning in pleasure unimaginable. We relaxed on the bed and slept. When we woke we showered together and dressed. We went and had breakfast and said our goodbye. I woke up today with bruises all over me. Some of them I can’t even account for. I am so pleasingly sore. I can’t wait for the next stressful day at work.

]]> http://www.redv.net/2008/05/12/a-nurses-night/feed/ Party Time In Bollywood http://www.redv.net/2008/05/11/party-time-in-bollywood/ http://www.redv.net/2008/05/11/party-time-in-bollywood/#comments Sun, 11 May 2008 21:01:40 +0000 admin http://www.redv.net/2008/05/11/party-time-in-bollywood/ I was on the phone with my assistant director planning the shooting for coming Monday when Amisha walked into my home-office, to show me how she had dressed. We were going to a party tonight and I was taking her with me. I had given her the liberty to choose her own dress but of course she had to have it approved before we could go out.
I liked her choice very much. She had picked out a green dress, a new one, which was off the shoulder to the extent that her chest was also exposed, no cleavage though. The top part was white lace for 2 inches and after that a soft, thin and see-through, green material coving her body from her tits to upper thighs. Even the boobs area was see-through, not totally transparent but if you were standing close, talking to her at a party, you would be able to see every centimeter of her gorgeous tits including the nipples and areolas.
The dress ended at a dangerous point where her pussy would remain hidden only and only if she stood still with her legs straight. Even if she walked part of her pussy will come into view. And on the back side, I am sure you can guess, the dress covered the curve of her buttocks and went another couple of inches but did not try to boast that it was covering the full ass. Her back was fully visible and the sleeves were long, full sleeves with butterfly style hanging of same green fabric. Everything see-through. It was tight enough that you could see her full breasts being held in place without being pressed and since she was not wearing any bra, her nipples could be seen pressing against the fabric like trying to get out.
She had chosen to wear silver clear high heels with 7″ heel and 3 inch clear platform under the toes. No straps but that was compensated by the two words engraved in rhinestone on the clear instep-strap, the words were “FUCK ME”. And she did look totally fuckable, believe me. She had made her golden (dyed) hair so that it hung partially on her right side, falling off her shoulder and partly on her left only touching her shoulders.
She came to stand before me where I was perched on a corner of my large desk with the phone cradled on my left shoulder. Standing only 6 inches apart from me she opened her legs about 1 and a half feet wide and clasped her hands behind her back so I could inspect her fully. I could see her tits, fair, full and trapped in the thin, tight dress. I could see her bare, fully shaven, tight pussy through the see-through material, obviously she had just shaved it, and with her legs spread the outer lips of her pussy were slightly open, inviting a probing finger. I did not touch her, just nodded and she turned around.
Turning around she put her hands on the wall, standing about 2 feet apart from the wall and spread her legs 2 feed wide. She had bent maybe about 6-10 inches but even in this her ass hole became partially visible in that ultra-short dress.
She was looking behind her so she could catch my second “OK” nod and then turned back to me. She held her right hand in front of me wordlessly and for the first time I noticed that she was holding a tiny little pair of panties in her hand. They were thong style panties, green to match the dress, see-through and they had only enough fabric to cover the bare minimum, that is the triangle of her pussy from the front and a string to enter the crack of her ass from behind. They would tie on either side on her waist.
“May I?” she asked with her eyes, without saying a word.
In this household a girl wearing panties needed a reason and prior permission. I nodded.
The party was going to be purely private, only insiders allowed. Not even press reporters, at least not as reporters. There were going to be some reporters present but only as friends and not with cameras. They would say or write nothing about what they see or hear tonight. Just as the movie-people have to be friends with the media so do the media. The public doesn’t know anything. In this kind of party Amisha’s dress would fit right in, even without panties, but I let wear them because I was afraid I might fuck her on the way to the party, instead of after the party as was my original plan.
Let me give you a little background. This week I had got a new, young, cute slut called Ayesha Takkia and I had been using my new fucktoy with interest all week. That meant that Amisha did not get fucked a single time in 5 days. And when a girl has been turned into a slut, accustomed to getting fucked 2-3 times everyday, after a single day she starts pining for cock. But she had a gorgeous body and a sexy, cute face that turned me on, so I had told her to come to the party with me. Seeing her dressed I knew I had not made a mistake in my choice.
I softly fondled her firm breasts through the thin dress, or caressed her soft cheeks as I talked to my assistant. In 5 minutes I hung up the phone and slipping my arm around Amisha’s soft, slim waist, pulled her close to kiss her softly on the lips. By the way she clung to me and pressed her lips hungrily on mine, opening her lips so my tongue could enter, I could easily guess how hungry my kitten was. But I broke the kiss and said, “Ready to go, doll?”
“Ready, able and willing!” She said with a horny, sexy voice and spread her legs at the same time in case I missed the message in her voice. I just laughed and led her outside with my arm around your soft body.
I had decided not to take any other slut with me tonight as I was in a mood to explore the depth of this fuckdoll that I owned.
It was a short drive to the party and to Amisha’s despair, I didn’t try anything apart from massaging her neck or rubbing her back slowly. But I know that even that kept her wet and sizzling hot. She was in a condition where every touch of my hands was going straight to her pussy and setting it on fire.
Today’s party was to celebrate, you would never guess! Mrs. Nayar’s latest movie had invoked yet another controversy and given her another hit. So, today’s party was to celebrate, not the hit, but the controversy! LOL…the things we moviefolks do.
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It was a good party, a little over 50 people, all well-known, or with someone well-known. The music playing in background was soft jazz not rock and roll like all those parties on screen.
I and Amisha entered the big hall and immediately I started looking around to see what kind of merchandise was on display. I was not disappointed; girls had gone to extremes to make sure they were causing erections every where they went. Quite a few of these girls were not movie stars, but, and this is important, they wanted to be. This type of girls usually, found a way to get into these parties and since this is their big chance, they made sure to dress the way that’d catch the eye of the big shots. I am telling you, a lot of careers are made in those party rooms. These girls are not touting talent, they have talent, some of them do anyway, but the first part is to get someone to look at them and be willing to give them a chance to show their talent. For that chance they were willing to do any kind of compromise. That’s what I love about my business.
I was still checking out these girls and their outrageous dresses when a girl walked into my line of vision.
Passing through the throng of people, I saw Rani walking towards me. I had not seen her since that beauty pageant, Miss India (See story: Miss Slutty India) and she was looking even more desirable today.
She was dressed in a pink, halter, chiffon gown, which came to her ankles, but was pink and see-through. Not transparent, just translucent so that every time she look a step it clung to her legs and if you were paying attention you could see a sexy long, shapely leg. And there were a lot of people paying attention. The top of the gown tied behind her neck and the straps were tapering but so thin that half of her beautiful breasts in the middle were visible. With the thin material and the tight fitting, her nipples were poking through prominently and from the cut of the gown it was quite obvious even from the front that her back was totally bare right up to the waist. The matching pencil heels that she was wearing were only 4 inches high but made her ass look hot and inviting. She had done her silky hair straight and it was short enough to leave her back bare.
She was taking every step carefully in a measured way like she was fully aware of what to show and what to hide. I was mesmerized by her gorgeous body so skillfully covered and displayed at the same time by this sexy dress that I did not realize that I was continuously watching her take step after step toward me. But then I saw that every time she took a step the thin fabric of the gown wrinkled in a way between her legs that made it quite plain that she had no panties on. Wow! The cheek of this girl! I don’t know what she did but as she saw me looking she smiled at me and took the next step in such a way that the slinky gown clung to her shapely leg and I could clearly see her pussy lips and pussy slit outlined by the sexy fabric. And then again, and then again. At each step, her body was saying, “Come! Fuck me!”
She walked right up to me and put her arms around my neck, hugging me with a devoted passion, wrapping her lithe, warm, soft body around me, she pressed her tits on my chest and by the time her soft cheek had brushed past my cheek her pussy was rubbing itself on my crotch where I could already feel a hard erection developing very fast. She put her lips against my ear and whispered, “Missed you so much…feel how hungry she is!”. With that she started to grind her pussy on my cock and pressed her soft, luscious lips to mine. Her kiss was hot and hungry, her lips expressing the need of her whole body as the body itself was pressing and rubbing against me, talking of a craving that I could easily recognize.
My hands were roaming on her bare back, touching, caressing and squeezing. I put one hand on her ass and in that soft, thin fabric it felt even better than if she had been naked, yes, there was definitely no barrier of panties and as I squeezed her ass cheek I pushed my tongue into her hot mouth and started devouring her sweet lips, licking and massaging her tongue with mine.
When after a space of 5 minutes we finally broke the kiss in favor of breathing, she had a wet spot on her dress but damned if she was ashamed. She just grinned like a kitten who has just helped herself to some milk.
Putting my hand on her cheek I caressed her soft cheek, touching her soft, silky dark hair. She pressed her cheek on my hand…and just then somebody called from behind me, “Rani! Rani! Please one minute..!”
She made a face and said, “My cousin sister, I’ll have to go. I’ll be back in 2 minutes please don’t go anywhere!” She pleaded. I smiled. She went to see what her sister wanted and I had just turned around when I saw another girl walking in my direction.

This one I did not recognize.
She was a young girl, very cute, and she was smiling which caused her cheeks to dimple on both sides. Although the face was cute and the smile innocent, her dress spoke something different about her.
For this party she had chosen to wear a halter dress with floral print, the dress fitted her body quite tightly and the fabric being quite thin, it outlined all her curves very nicely. The floral print accentuated her innocent looks but the fact that it ended just a couple of inches below her pussy level spoke volumes about her other charms as well! Her back fully bare and even half of her waist and the 3 inches platforms that she wore made her look a little taller than she was and that was good because she was maybe only an inch or so taller than Rani.
With a cute smile on her face this girl walked right up to me to the point that her body was almost touching mine.
“Hi, I am Preity.” She said.
“Hi Preity. Nice to meet you!” I said.
“What? For her a nice hug and a kiss, and for me, Hi Preity, nice to meet you!” She mocked me, “No hug for me?” She demanded.
“Sure, why not?” Well, this was girl was advanced, but I was not the shy kid of the family either.
Before I could fully open my arms, she put her bare arms around me and clung to me tightly.
I put one hand on her soft, fully bare back and felt her warm skin and she pressed her tits on my chest until they went flat there and looked deep into my eyes before placing her soft, luscious lips on my lips and kissing me passionately. Not willing to be outdone in the festivities, I placed my free hand on her ass and mmmm…her dress was not only thin it was so nice to touch. What was under the dress was nothing to ignore either. I freely grabbed and kneaded her ass cheeks, one by one, as I sucked her soft lips and pushed by probing, hot tongue into her open mouth.
Preity brought one of her hands down on my ass and pressed inwards, at the same time pressing and grinding her pussy on my crotch that I could clearly feel my cock pressing on her pussy slit as the fabric of the dress was thin and there was no barrier of the panties anywhere.
I pressed my finger in her ass crack and pushed up and in so her pussy slit was kind of pressed open by the length of my cock and from behind my fingertip entered her tight ass hole including the dress.
She moaned into my mouth but did not break the kiss. Her body getting hotter and hotter in my arms, well, I was not freezing cold either, my cock was hard like a rock now. Finally, after this marathon of making out, we broke the kiss and she stood before me, hardly 3 inches between us, breathing heavy and smiling that cute, innocent and yet wicked smile.
“Come, meet my friends!” Before I could say yes or no, she grabbed my arm in both hands and led me towards her friends, all the time pressing her breast on my arm.
She took me where 3 girls were standing in a small circle and introduced me to each one of them.
“This is Namrata…” a young, hottie, about 20-22 years of age, stepped closer and kissed me softly on the lips, I was not surprised any more, after all they were her friends.
“This is Celina…”, She followed the same example, pressing her soft lips on mine and kissing me not so soft but not long either.
“And this is…”
“Hello Kareena!” I said.
I was seeing Kareena for the first time after that 2-week vacation in France. (See story: Kareena is tamed.)
Those two weeks had been very very good. Kareena had started out as a brat and had transformed into a slut right after the first time I fucked her. By the time the two weeks were over she was a wanton slut, she begged for cock right after she woke up, and several times in a day and then she liked to be used before going to bed. She was insatiable and totally slutty. I had taught her how to be obedient and shameless in public too.
Tonight she was wearing a nice, tight salwar-suit which displayed more of her body than it covered. There were two thin straps that left her chest and back bare with a nice amount of cleavage. The fabric was green and see-thru, even on her breasts it seemed like there were only more layers of the transparent fabric, not an opaque fabric. Her breasts seemed pressed together and pushed by the tight kurti. The kurti was ending just below her pussy and the salwar was equally see-through and equally tight. As I looked closely, I could make out that she was wearing a matching, green thong which just barely covered the shaved, smooth triangle of her tight young pussy.
As I took a step towards her I could see that was back in her bratty mood but not caring anything for her mood I just closed the distance between her and took her face in my hands. Her cheeks felt so soft and smooth to the touch, she tried to move back but keeping her soft, warm cheeks in my hands I put my lips on her soft lips and deliberately and gently.
I took her lower lip in my lips and sucked it softly then the same with her upper lip. Like an automatic reflex she opened her mouth and my tongue entered deep into her mouth, caressing her wet tongue on the way as it explored her sweet, hot mouth.
At this point, she started kissing me back, bringing her body close to me and pressing her lips on mine, sucking my mouth with a hunger that had been dormant for a long time. Holding her cheek with one hand I caressed her soft cheek with the other, then moved my hand to her shoulders and neck, rubbing and caressing gently.
She pressed her body against mine, rubbing her thighs on my thighs and grinding her pussy on my hardening cock through her soft and thin suit. My hands now left her face and roamed on her young, tight body, rubbing her bare back and massaging her neck and then one hand went to her ass. I gripped her tight firm ass cheek in my big hand and pushed her hard into me, her pussy getting the thrust of my hard cock so hard through the suit she wasn’t expecting it.
She gasped into my mouth and moaned but didn’t stop kissing me. She kept sucking my lips and tongue like a hungry slut while my hand went on her ass crack and I kneaded her ass cheeks then pressed my finger on her lightly covered ass hole.
She gasped more, moaned louder. Finally, after a 3 minute long super-hot kiss, I broke the kiss and turned toward the other sexy babes. They were looking quite flushed and hot, Preity was rubbing her breasts through her thin summer dress.
I smiled at them and said, “Oh, yes, I have met Kareena before.”
As they were looking at me and then the flustered, flushed face of Kareena and then back at me, Amisha walked up with a glass in each hand. Instead of handing me one she just came close enough to stand by my side, so close that her body was softly pressing into mine, and lifted the glass to my lips so I could taste the vodka-n-7-up drink that I loved. That left my hands free to fondle her pert, tight ass as we walked towards the dance floor together.
I downed my drink and slipping my arm around the lissome figure of my hot slut Amisha, I led her to the almost dark dance floor. The lights here were not like your average disco. You’d hardly notice there were any lights. This was a place to make out, for influential guys like me to feel the soft, warm bodies of these beautiful, willing girls. You could it say it was the step just before the bedroom.
Amisha, willing and eager, came into my open arms and we started to dance. My left hand was on her bare back above the point where her off the shoulders dress started and the right was softly caressing her small waist and her firm ass. Through the thin, semi-transparent fabric of her dress I could feel her full, well-developed, soft tits pressing on my chest. She was giving my chest a tit-massage, I could feel them flattening on my chest, the nipples hardened to the point where I could feel them moving on my chest. Her hands were roaming on my back, pressing me to her. Wrapping those long, sexy legs of her on mine, she was making every move with the express intention of making it clear to me that she wanted me to fuck her as soon as possible if not immediately.
My right hand moved a little lower on her partially exposed, firm, bare ass cheek and then I brought it back up, inside her dress, to hold and fondle her soft ass cheek. Her lips were pressed to my ear, her cheek to my cheek and she was whispering naughty nothings into my ear. Things like, “Oh God! You make me so hot….My body is one burning mass of desire…” and moaning.
Inspired by her words, my finger was exploring her tight ass crack, moving lower and lower. I touched my fingertip on her pussy through the flimsy thong, rubbing her pussy slit softly downwards and she hissed in my ear “Ooooooh god! Please….”
“Can I have the pleasure of those hands?” a voice asked, from my right.
It was Rani, standing just to our right and watching my hands moving over Amisha’s lithe body, with an amused yet intense smile on her lips.

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Fast ein Jahr ist es jetzt schon her dass Carsten nach Berlin zog. Ein Jahr in denen er es nicht geschafft hatte festen Fuß zu fassen. Eine Arbeit zu haben in der es für ihn nach oben geht war für ihn jedoch das wichtigste und so musste er seine alten Freunde, sowie sein altes Leben zurück lassen. Außer seinen Freunden und der gewohnten Umgebung hatte ihn nichts gehalten.
Außerdem war er ein netter Kerl, wieso sollte er dann nicht auch in Berlin neue Freunde finden. Und mit 21 Jahren stand ihm das ganze Leben noch bevor.
Doch wie sooft im Leben funktioniert nicht alles so wie man es sich wünscht. Die neuen Freunde fand er nicht. Geschweige eine neue Frau. So war seine Arbeit sein einziges Refugium in dem er sich verwirklichen konnte. Zumal war die Bezahlung in der Agentur, in der er arbeitete, mehr als gut und seine Karriere schien in den besten Startlöchern zu stehen.
Die Wochenenden verbrachte Carsten in seiner Wohnung. Allein.
Oft war er am bis spät in die Nacht wach und forstete sich durchs Internet. Nachrichten, Musik, Spiele und natürlich Erotik. Früher interessierte er sich nicht für ausgefallenes, wie SM oder ähnlichem, doch je mehr er sich durch die Sex Seiten klickte, fing es langsam an ihn zu langweilen. Die Bilder und Videos die er sich oft ansah wurden mit der Zeit uninteressant, auch wenn die Frauen und Szenen wechselten. Ihn begann das Fremde und Unentdeckte zu reizen und je mehr er sich in dieses neue Gebiet vorwagte, desto öfters erwischte er sich selbst dabei, wie sehr ihn der Gedanke, von einer Domina ran genommen zu werden, erregte. Anfangs fand er dieses Gefühl befremdend, doch nach und nach fühlte er sich zu den starken Frauen die ihn auf süße Weise quälen würden, hingezogen.
Man konnte es also als Schicksalsschlag deuten, als er vor etwa Einem Monat in einem Café, das er in seiner Mittagspause täglich aufsuchte, eine neue Frau kennen lernte.
Es war ein Zufall dass sie ins Gespräch kamen und beide Sympathie für den anderen empfanden.
Bis auf seine Arbeitskollegen war sie die erste Person in Berlin die er Richtig kennen lernte.
Und was für eine Person sie war. Carsten war vom ersten Augenblick an verzaubert. Sie war eine thailändische Göttin. Sie war Groß. Größer als Carsten. Er schätzte sie auf mindestens 185cm wenn nicht sogar noch größer. Sie hatte samtige dunkle Haut und ein hübsches Gesicht das seines Gleichen suchte.
Cassandra war seine absolute Traumfrau. Und doch schien es nicht richtig zu funktionieren.
Seit über zwei Monaten trafen sie sich. Gingen ins Kino, ins Restaurant oder machten endlose Spaziergänge durch den Park, aber außer einem Kuss war nichts gelaufen.
Obwohl Carsten ihre bloße Nähe genoss, fragte er sich oft woran es liegen könnte. Anfangs tippte er auf den Altersunterschied. Schließlich war Cassandra mit 34 deutlich älter als Er mit seinen 21 Jahren.
Eines Abends hatte er das Thema einmal vorsichtig angeschnitten, da er doch mehr als verunsichert war.
Sie hatte ihm versprochen das es nicht an ihm liege und das sie ihn bitte sich noch etwas zu gedulden.
Damit hatte Carsten kein Problem. Wer gibt einer Göttin schon ungern Zeit?
Zumal reichte es ihm sie nur anzusehen. Bei dem warmen Wetter trug sie oft einen Rock und ein enges Oberteil welches ihre wunderbaren Brüste betonte.
Außerdem gab er sich bei jedem Treffen von der besten Seite und versuchte sie so gut es ging zu beeindrucken.
Seine Belohnung für seine Bemühungen hatte er am Ende des letzten Treffens erhalten. Wie gewöhnlich hatte er sie nach Hause begleitet um möglichst lange in ihrer Nähe zu sein.
Es war ein Moment in dem die Zeit für ihn stehen blieb. Es war der Moment indem sie ihren Kopf senkte, seinen Kopf in ihre zarten Hände nahm und ihn sanft küsste.
Jede Nacht träumte er davon wie ihre weichen Lippen seine Berührten und sich ihre Zungen für einen Bruchteil einer Sekunde trafen.
Es war ein unglaubliches Gefühl gewesen das er nicht so schnell wieder vergessen wollte.
Es war unglaublich wie sehr er durch diesen einen Kuss befriedigt wurde und gleichzeitig zu mehr Geduld ermutigt wurde.
Wenn dieser Kuss bereits von einer anderen Welt war, wie sollte es dann weiter gehen?
Eine Woche später hatte Cassandra ihn zum ersten Mal zu sich nach Hause eingeladen. Denn normaler Weise trafen sie sich draußen im Park oder im Kino, aber nie bei ihm oder bei ihr zu Hause.
Er vermutete daher etwas Besonderes und dementsprechend war er besonders aufgeregt. Die ganze Woche über arbeitete er auf Freitag hin, an dem er zu ihr kommen durfte.
Die Zeit verging für ihn wie im Fluge und er machte sich die wildesten Phantasien was ihn dort erwarten würde.
Als der Freitagabend schließlich vor der Tür stand platzte er fast vor Aufregung. In seiner Mittagspause war er noch schnell beim Friseur gewesen um sicher zu gehen dass alles perfekt war.
Vor dem Treffen unterzog er sich einer ausgiebigen Dusche und wählte seine beste Freizeitkleidung aus.
Der Weg zu ihrem Haus kam ihm viel kürzer vor als zuvor. Oder lag es daran das er sich ungeheuer beeilte um nicht zu spät zu kommen?
Carsten hasste Unpünktlichkeit und er selbst wollte es vermeiden gerade heute ein Opfer der Zeit zu werden.
Doch alles passte.
Die Zeit stimmte und sein Aussehen war wie üblich mehr als Gut gewählt.
Mit mulmigem Gefühl drückte er die Klingel. Sein Herz schlug ihm bis zum Hals als das elektrische Summen des Türöffners hörte.
Ihm fiel auf das er nicht wusste in welchem Stock seine Angebetete wohnte. Aber da es kein sehr hohes Haus war, würde es ihn nicht umbringen wenn er nach ganz Oben müsste.
Im Zweiten Stock war eine Tür geöffnet und es drang etwas Licht in das dunkle Treppenhaus.
Cassandra stand wartend in der Tür. Sie sah umwerfender aus denn je. Sie trug einen knielangen lockeren Rock und ein Oberteil das Ähnlichkeit mit einem Korsett hatte und ihre Taille noch weiblicher formte.
Carsten stockte der Atem als er sie sah. Cassandra zwinkerte ihm nur zu und bat ihn hinein.
Sie hatte eine schöne Wohnung. Es war eine warme Atmosphäre in der man sich sofort wohl fühlte.
Da er hinter ihr lief erlaubte er sich einen lüsternen Blick und musterte sie von oben bis unten. Sie trug keine Schuhe, sondern lief Barfuss. Er hatte noch nie vorher ihre zierlichen Füßchen gesehen. Selbst sie waren bezaubernd. Obwohl es heiß „Nobody Is Perfect”, Carsten war sich sicher das Cassandra perfekt war.
Oft war Sie mit Carsten nach der Arbeit im Park joggen. Sie war wirklich überaus sportlich und durchtrainiert. Carsten blieb meistens nach einigen Kilometern immer mehr zurück, was natürlich nicht nur an fehlender Kondition lag, sondern meistens an ihrem strammen Po den sie zum joggen in Hotpants hüllte und ihren langen starken Beinen.
Sie führte ihn durch ihre Wohnung und nahm auf dem Sofa platz. Mit einer tippenden Handbewegung deutete sie ihm an neben ihr platz zu nehmen.
Carsten ließ sich das nicht zweimal sagen und gesellte sich zu ihr.
Sie strömte einen betörenden süßen Duft aus der ihn um seinen letzten Verstand brachte.
„Ich möchte dir dafür danken, dass du so viel Geduld mit mir hattest. Ich hoffe dich für deine Mühe belohnen zu können.”
Ihre liebliche Stimme hatte er von Anfang an gemocht und er war sich absolut sicher dass sie ihn belohnen könnte.
Carsten fasste allen seinen Mut zusammen und näherte sich langsam mit seinem Kopf dem ihren. Er wollte noch ein Mal ihre zarten Lippen berühren und hoffte sie würde es erwidern.
Sie wich ihm nicht aus. Im Gegenteil, sie kam ihm mit leicht geöffneten Lippen entgegen. Sie berührten sich und es war als würde ein elektrischer Blitz durch Carstens Körper fließen. Cassandra streckte ihm ihre Zunge sanft entgegen und beide Verschlungen sich.
Als sei das nicht schon genug, rückte Carsten Stück für Stück näher an sie heran. Er wollte sie noch näher an sich spüren und am liebsten mit ihr Verschmelzen.
Cassandra legte ihr Bein über seins, was für Carsten ein eindeutiges Signal war. Seine Hand umfasste sanft ihr Knie und schob den Rock etwas höher. Er spürte wie eine Gänsehaut ihr Bein durchfuhr, als er mit seiner Hand forschend höher glitt.
Ihre Lippen waren bereits untrennbar zusammengeschmolzen. Ihre Lippen streichelten sich sanft und erforschten sich gegenseitig, als wäre es ihr erster Zungenkuss.
Immer weiter schob Carsten den Rock hoch und hoffte sie würde es zulassen.
Cassandra wurde immer nervöser und genoss Carstens weiche warme Hand auf ihrem Schenkel.
Doch plötzlich wich Cassandra zurück. Sie löste ihre Lippen und stand auf. Mit einer Hand hielt sie Carsten bei der Hand und forderte ihn, Wortlos, auf ihr zu folgen.
Er war baff. Würde sie ihn wirklich mit in ihr Schlafzimmer nehmen? Oder schickte sie ihn, wegen seiner Ungeduld, nach Hause?
Sie er folgte ihr zurück durch den Korridor durch den er gekommen war.
Doch sie ging durch eine andere Tür und sie standen nun schließlich in Cassandras Schlafzimmer.
Ein Futonbett stand in der Mitte des Raumes. Der Raum strahlte eine unglaubliche Sinnlichkeit aus. Er hatte rote Wände und schöne Bilder. Die Einrichtung war schlicht aber äußerst Stilvoll und hatte etwas Fern- Östliches.
Cassandra ging zum linken Kopfteil, holte ein Feuerzeug aus dem Nachtschränkchen und zündete eine Kerze an die das recht kleine aber gemütliche Zimmer in warmes Licht tauchte.
Anschließend setzte sie sich auf das Bett und rutschte in die Mitte.
Carsten wollte nicht länger warten und kroch zu ihr. Erneut trafen sich ihre Lippen. Carsten begann sie wild zu küssen. Er fuhr ihren Hals entlang und wieder hoch zu ihrem Ohrläppchen an dem er sanft knabberte. Cassandra begann bereits tief zu atmen als Carstens Hand an ihrem Rücken entlangfuhr und ihren prallen Po zu greifen.
Es war wie in seinen Träumen. Sie hatte einen Traumhintern, üppig und knackig. Carsten konnte nicht länger widerstehen und massierte ihn kräftig.
Die Lage wurde immer schärfer und Carstens Lust befand sich am absoluten Höchstpunkt. Vorsichtig griff er nach dem Ende ihrer Bluse und begann die Einzelnen Knöpfe zu öffnen.
Stück für Stück öffnete sich die Bluse und gab etwas mehr von Cassandras wunderbarem Körper frei. Cassandra löste sich aus seinen Armen und entledigte sich nun völlig ihrer Bluse. Sie trug keinen BH und ihre zarten Brüste drückten sich an Carstens Brust, der sein T-Shirt im selben Zuge ausgezogen hatte.
Cassandra löste erneut ihre Lippen und begann zu flüstern:
„Carsten, ich liebe dich.
Es überkam ihm eine wohlige Gänsehaut als er das hörte. Überglücklich hauchte er ein „Ich dich auch.”, zurück.
Das mit dem was nun passierte hatte er nicht gerechnet. Sie löste sich völlig von ihm und stellte sich neben das Bett.
Sie begann langsam den seitlichen Reisverschluss ihres Rockes zu öffnen.
„Ich möchte dir länger nichts vormachen. Ich bin anders als die Frauen die du sonst kennst.”
Weiter öffnete sich der Reisverschluss. Carsten sah sie verwundert an. Er hatte keinen blassen Schimmer was sie meinte.
Schließlich rutschte der Rock über ihre Hüften zu Boden.
Carsten stockte der Atem.
Cassandra hatte einen Penis.
Erschrocken sprang er auf und fasste sich an den Kopf. Er wusste selbst nicht was er davon halten sollte. Doch schnell wurde ihm klar, dass er Cassandra wirklich liebte und diese Liebe baute nicht nur auf ihrem Körper. Zumindest nicht auf den Teil des Körpers den er bis gerade eben kannte.
Es dauerte einen Augenblick bis er die Situation verdaute. Er fasste jedoch den Entschluss es mit Cassandra trotzdem fortzusetzen.
Auf befremdliche Weise war er erregter denn je, von dieser neuen Situation. Er hatte so etwas noch nie zuvor gesehen, geschweige denn erlebt.
Er wollte „Es” kennen lernen und zog Cassandra zurück zu ihm aufs Bett.
Sie freute sich unglaublich über seine positive Entscheidung und darüber das er sie so akzeptierte wie sie war.
Sie war jetzt deutlich lockerer und schmiegte sich jetzt enger als zuvor an Carsten. Er wusste nicht wessen Körperteil er seine Aufmerksamkeit schenken sollte. Immer wieder umfassten seine Hände ihren unglaublichen Po von dem er völlig in den Bann gezogen war.
Früher hatte sich Carsten nie sonderlich für das Hinterteil seine Freundinnen interessiert. Dieser Po war jedoch unglaublich.
Cassandra hatte winzig kleine fast schwarze Nippel die wie kleine Igelnasen abstanden und seine Brust kitzelten. Für Carsten war das alles Neuland und er war aufgeregter denn je. Cassandra strahlte ein unglaubliches Vertrauen aus, was ihn immer wieder dazu ermutigte einen Schritt weiter zu machen. Während Cassandra ihren Kopf in seiner Schulter vergrub und mit ihrer Hand seine Brust liebkoste, nahm Carsten all seinen Mut zusammen und wagte den nächsten Schritt.
Seine Hand verließ ihren Po und wanderte einen Schritt weiter nach Unten an ihrem Schenkel entlang. Cassandra lag immer noch seitlich dicht neben ihm und so war es ein leichtes für ihn, Cassandras Innenseite zu erkunden.
Seine Neugierde war riesig und er konnte es kaum erwarten an ihrem Schenkel hoch zufahren und Ihn zu fühlen. Je höher er mit seiner Hand kam, desto heißer fühlte sich ihre Haut an.
Cassandra begann leicht zu zittern als sich seine Hand ihrem Glied näherte. Angst hatte sie jedoch keine.
Plötzlich fühlte Carsten ihren Hoden. Er war ganz glatt und viel kleiner als seiner. Zumal war er sehr gespannt und hing nicht schlaff hinunter.
Es war ein merkwürdiges Gefühl, doch davon ließ sich Carsten nicht verschrecken und begann ihn vorsichtig zu massieren.
Er wusste was ihm selbst gefiel und hoffte Cassandra würde es genauso gefallen. Ein leises Aufstöhnen bestätigte es ihm. Cassandra begann währenddessen Carstens Hose zu öffnen. Sie war unglaublich gespannt auf das was sie in seiner Unterhose finden würde. Knopf für Knopf öffnete sie was ihre Spannung mehr und mehr auf die Spitze trieb. Carsten war voll und ganz mit seiner Massage beschäftigt und strampelte geistesabwesend seine Hose ab. Eine unübersehbare Beule zeichnete sich in seinen Shorts ab und bereits jetzt schlug Cassandras Herz ihr bis zum Hals.
Nachdem sie dann auch Carstens Shorts abgestriffen hatte stand ihr Blick frei auf seinen prächtigen Schwanz. Selbst bei dem schwachen Licht wirkte er in ihren Augen perfekt. Immer wieder musste sie einen Blick auf ihn werfen, auch wenn das bedeutete dass sie ihren Kuss unterbrechen musste.
Carsten brauchte sich vor seinem besten Stück wirklich nicht zu verstecken. Er hatte, wie er fand, die Richtige Größe und war nicht krumm oder ähnliches.
Carsten fuhr derweilen weiter hoch und begann ihren inzwischen streifen Schwanz ertasten.
Ihrer war nicht so dick und auch ein klein wenig kürzer, soweit er das in seinem Rausch beurteilen konnte. Sachte begann er ihn leicht zu massieren.
Bereits traten bei ihr die ersten Lusttropfen aus, was die ganze Sache glitschiger machte. Von Ekel war jedoch keine Spur.
Ganz im Gegenteil. Carsten genoss diese neue fremde Welt in vollen Zügen. Allerdings drängte sich immer mehr die Frage auf, was danach folgen würde und auch Cassandra merkte das Carsten nicht mehr weiter wusste.
Mit leichter Schamesröte fragte Carsten schließlich was folgen würde und erhoffte sich eine schnelle Antwort. Sein Körper war derart erhitzt das ihm alles Recht seinen würde was ihre und seine Lust stillen würde.
Cassandra wandte sich kurz ab und suchte etwas in ihrem Nachtschränkchen. Anscheinend hatte sie es gefunden und drückte ihm schließlich eine Tube in die Hand.
„Wenn du möchtest darfst du mich in meinen Hintern ficken”, flüsterte sie ihm leise ins Ohr. Ihre schmutzige Wortwahl verschreckte ihn nicht weiter, obwohl sie sich sonst immer sehr korrekt Ausdrückte. Was ihm allerdings mehr Sorgen machte war die Tatsache, dass er so etwas noch nie vorher probiert hatte. Analsex hatten seine Freundinnen ihm immer verwehrt und irgendwann hatte er es aufgegeben danach zu fragen und darauf zu hoffen.
Ohne weitere Worte drehte sich Cassandra um und legte sich auf ihren Bauch. Ihren Hinter hob sie leicht an und spreizte ihre Beine etwas.
Sie wusste wie sehr Carsten ihrem Hintern verfallen war und hoffte ihm damit ein verlockendes Angebot zu machen.
Behutsam begann Carsten seinen Schwanz mit dem Gel einzuschmieren. Es war ziemlich glitschig und beinahe wäre ihm die Tube einige Male aus der Hand geflutscht.
Cassandra hatte bereits mit beiden Händen ihre Pobacken auseinander gezogen und öffnete ihm somit den Weg zu ihrer kleinen dunklen Rosette.
Bereits dieser Anblick brachte Carsten beinahe zum ersehnten Orgasmus. Es mochte keinen fantastischeren Anblick geben, als der der sich ihm gerade bot.
Sie zuckte leicht zusammen als Carsten ihre Rosette mit dem kühlen Gel bestrich.
Ihr Körper schien bereits innerlich zu Glühen. Carsten kroch etwas unbeholfen zwischen ihre Beine und näherte sich mit seinem Becken ihrem gespreizten Po.
Es war schwieriger als er dachte, denn außerdem musste er irgendwie versuchen sich mit einem Arm auf der weichen Matratze abzustützen.
Er war nervöser denn je. Tausende Gedanken machten sich in seinem Kopf breit. Es würde sein erstes Mal sein. Sein erstes Mal das ihn eine Frau an ihren Hintereingang ließ und eine so götterhafte Frau noch dazu.
Behutsam stieß er mit seiner Eichel gegen ihre Anus. Vorsichtig drückte er sie fester dagegen und sie öffnete sich schließlich. Cassandra begann tief zu stöhnen, als Carsten in sie eindrang.
Es war ein unglaubliches Gefühl. Carsten war es nicht möglich es zu beschreiben. Es war verdammt eng und heiß in ihr. Als er über ihr lag spürte er ihren ganzen heißen Körper der regungslos dalag. Langsam begann Carsten mit vorsichtigen kleinen Stößen, schließlich wollte er ihr nicht wehtun.
Cassandra ließ ihre Pobacken los und umfasste Carstens Becken um ihn zu führen. Sie merkte dass es für ihn anscheinend das erste Mal war und wollte ihm entgegenkommen. Außerdem verlangte sie nach tiefen Stößen. Carsten war erstaunt als sie sein Becken immer schneller an ihres zog und schrill aufstöhnte wenn Carsten seinen Schwanz komplett in ihrem Po versenkte. Cassandra genoss jeden einzelnen seiner intensiven Stöße. Carstens Position war äußerst anstrengend und derart aufgeheizt von dem Vorspiel, spürte er nach einigen weiteren Stößen wie er anfing zu zucken und noch ehe er etwas sagen konnte, pumpte er mit einem lauten Stöhnen sein Sperma in ihren Po. In verließen seine Kräfte und völlig verschwitzt knickten seine stützenden Arme ein und er landete auf ihrem Rücken.
Auf ihrem Nacken hatten sich etliche Schweißperlen gesammelt die Carsten liebevoll wegküsste.
Cassandra atmete immer noch tief und Carsten glaubte ein zufriedenes Gesicht zu sehen.
Vorsichtig zog er seinen Schwanz aus ihrem Po und rollte sich zu ihr hinüber.
Eigentlich tat es ihm leid dass er so früh gekommen war und versuchte es ihr irgendwie zu erklären.
Cassandra legte jedoch lediglich ihre Hand auf seine Wange und hauchte ein „Psst”
Er brauchte sich bei ihr nicht zu entschuldigen. Sie hatte es genauso genossen wie er und die Tatsache, dass sie nicht gekommen war störte sie nicht im Geringsten. Sie genoss einfach die Augenblicke in denen sie ihn in sich spürten konnte.
Schließlich fragte Cassandra ihn ob er nicht bei ihr übernachten möchte. Er war mehr als gerührt von ihrer Gestik und diesem Angebot. Einem Kuss folgend flüsterte er ihr seine Antwort ins Ohr.
Ende Teil 1
Teil 2: Erforsche das Unerforschte
Als Carsten seine schweren Augen öffnete befand er sich in totaler Dunkelheit. Wenn sein letztes Erlebnis kein Traum war, müsste er jetzt in fremder Umgebung sein.
Blind tastete er um sich, aber niemand war außer ihm in dem Bett. Trotzdem stand er auf und ging auf den schmalen Lichtstreifen am Boden zu. Er drückte den Türgriff und öffnete die Tür.
Helles Licht stach in seine verschlafenen Augen. Blinzelnd erkannte er, dass er in Cassandras Wohnung war und alles, zu seiner Freude, kein Traum war. Da er immer noch Nackt war und eine Morgenlatte hatte ging er erstmal zurück ins Schlafzimmer und zog sich seine Shorts und sein T-Shirt, die auf dem Boden lagen, über.

]]> http://www.redv.net/2008/05/11/versteckte-passion/feed/ Protective Custody http://www.redv.net/2008/05/11/protective-custody/ http://www.redv.net/2008/05/11/protective-custody/#comments Sun, 11 May 2008 13:01:48 +0000 admin http://www.redv.net/2008/05/11/protective-custody/ As soon as Luke Carlito saw the dark figure enter his club he knew it had to be a cop. Luke was the manager here at the Palomino Gentlemen’s Lounge, and he also acted as bouncer when the need arose. He always kept an eye on the door, both to keep out the riff-raff and to size up potential troublemakers. Plainclothes cops he could also spot, but he generally didn’t mind them coming in unless they were looking for a reason to bust the joint, but that didn’t happened very often as the Palomino was a high class strip club, or perhaps just a little less seedy than most.
The cop was wearing sunglasses, and had flashed a badge to get in the door, and was now searching the crowd as if looking for something or somebody. Luke then noticed it wasn’t a male cop, it was a WOMAN with a slightly muscular build, maybe in her late thirties, wearing a dark jacket and black jeans, a little rough in appearance, but still quite attractive.
“Can I help you?” he asked, approaching her.
“Maybe,” she responded, giving him a quick glance at her badge before putting it back into her pocket. “I’m Detective Lil St. Jean of the Metro Police. You got a gal working here by the name of April Breeze?”
“Yeah, we got April. Cute little blonde. She’s around here somewhere,” he said, scanning the club with his eyes. “She in trouble? You want I should go get her?”
“No, it’s alright, I’ll find her myself,” she said. “It’s not a big deal. I just need to talk with her.”
“Well, call me if you need me,” he said, adding, “I’m always ready to help the police of our fair city.”
“Whatever,” she muttered, moving past him.
Luke stared appreciatively at her ass as she walked away. Normally he wouldn’t allow an unescorted woman here into the Palomino, as all too often they were either hookers or customer’s wives — and either of those were bad for business. But this Detective St. Jean was different, he noted, smiling approvingly at her short, scraggly dark hair, which went well with her dark eyes and pouty mouth. Also, those tight black jeans she wore gave her a sort of biker-chick look, menacing but sexy.
“I wouldn’t kick her out of bed,” he mumbled to himself, then went back to work behind the bar.
Meanwhile, pretty blonde April Breeze was about to return to the dressing room to change for her next set when she heard a female voice behind her ask, “April, is that you?” At the same time she felt a hand gently grab her upper arm. She turned to see who it was.
“Detective St. Jean?” she said in a surprised voice. “What are YOU doing in here?”
“I need to talk with you, April.” Lil responded. “Somewhere privately.”
“Somewhere privately? In here?” the girl asked. “The only area here with any privacy this time of night is the lap-dance rooms in the back.”
“That’ll work,” Lil responded. “Let’s go.”
“But they’re only for lap-dances, Detective!” April protested. “Otherwise Luke doesn’t like any of us girls being back there.”
Lil thought about this for a second. “Fine,” she said, “You’re giving me a lap-dance then. Now move!”
“Lap-dances are twenty bucks a pop here,” the blonde added, amused. “Half of that goes to the house. You sure you want to spend that much just to talk to me?”
“Get going,” the detective said. “I’ve got enough money and this is important.”
“OK,” April said, instinctively grabbing Lil’s hand and leading her toward the back rooms. The other club patrons leered at the sight of the pretty blonde leading the dark-haired woman toward the lap-dance area. They’d have much rather watched the older woman get her table dance right there in front of them. That would have been fun to watch. But just then their attention was riveted back to the main stage as Sophia, the red haired feature dancer, suddenly yanked off her top exposing a pair of huge tits to the approving roars of the mostly male crowd looking on.
While the hooting and hollering continued, April and the detective reached the relatively quiet lap-dance rooms. Lil handed the girl a twenty and smiled at her. “In you go,” she said, motioning toward an empty booth.
Detective St. Jean then followed the girl in, and seated herself on the comfortable, plush sofa inside before turning her attention to the pretty blonde now standing before her, waiting to hear what she had to say.
“Rico broke out of jail earlier tonight, April,” she told the girl. “We think he could be heading this way.”
April paled at the news. “You’re joking,” she gasped. “Rico’s out? He’s free?.”
“I’m afraid so,” Lil responded, then looked around. “Maybe you’d better start dancing for me so that we don’t draw attention while we talk. It’ll look more natural than you just standing there gaping at me.”
“Sure,” the girl said quietly. “Yes, of course.”
April Breeze had been dancing here at the Palomino for about six months now. The beautiful 22-year old had moved here after the drug trial of her ex-boyfriend, Rico, which had ended with his conviction on two counts, and a sentence of eight years at the state pen. Rico was bad news, abusive to her and always in trouble with the law over drugs and/or weapons violations. April’s testimony had helped put him away after the police discovered three kilos of his coke in her apartment, with him then trying to say it was hers. It was Detective St. Jean who had convinced April to turn state’s evidence in exchange for keeping her out of jail and her record clean. The D.A. had agreed, and April had taken this job shortly thereafter. But now Rico was apparently back out on the street, as the detective had just informed her.
“You’re supposed to be giving me a lap-dance, April, remember?” Lil reminded her.
The pretty blonde nodded, and immediately began moving her body to the music. In addition to having beach blonde hair that reached down just past her slender shoulders, the young beauty possessed a creamy complexion with perfectly formed breasts, and a gorgeous round ass that the customers here drooled over. Currently she had on a white lace teddy with matching high heels and stockings that showed off a pair of incredibly hot, silky long legs that moved very seductively when she danced. Lil thought she looked a lot like that singer, Shakira.
“So what am I supposed to do now, Detective?” April asked, looking concerned. “Do you really think Rico might be coming here to get me?”
Deep down, Lil St. Jean didn’t think much of that possibility. Rico was probably making a beeline for the border right now, where more than likely he’d be nabbed by the feds. But she didn’t want April to take this possible threat lightly. She stared at the girl’s beautiful body swaying sensually before her as she thought of an answer.
“Revenge is always a possibility. Your testimony did play a key role in his conviction. And you know how psycho he is.”
April’s body continued its sensuous movements and the detective couldn’t help but take notice. This girl was truly beautiful, her body seductive and silky as it swayed provocatively before her eyes. Lil ran her tongue over her lower lip as she stared transfixed at the girl’s gorgeous scantily-clad body. April smiled. She’d seen that same look before from her male customers. So she did now what she always did when she got that look: she slowly turned around, offering Lil a view of her sexy rear end. The detective watched mesmerized as the blonde’s gorgeous panty-covered butt swayed into view, wiggling ever so seductively before her. Lil had to fight the urge to reach out and grab one of those curvaceous cheeks. She had never before entertained this kind of desire for another woman, but watching April’s body was affecting her in a very unexpected way. She licked her lips before speaking.
“Why don’t you stay with me tonight, April?” she suggested. “You know, just to be on the safe side. Rico would never look for you at my place, and I’d love to have you.”
The dancer turned around and stared at her. “Really? You’d let me do that? Stay at you place?” The girl’s eyes shined with gratitude and relief.
Lil smiled and assured her, “I insist you come home with me tonight. When do you get off work?”
“In just half an hour, at eleven”
“That’s perfect,” Lil said. “Then it’s settled. You’re in my ‘protective custody’ as of right now. And just to be extra safe I want you to remain back here with me in this private booth until you leave tonight, just in case Rico decides to make an appearance. Got that?”
“Yes, ma’am, if you say so,” smiled the younger girl. “Let me go tell Luke. He won’t mind — not as long as you continue to buy table dances for the rest of my shift!”
“Don’t worry, the metro police budget can afford it,” laughed Lil. “Now hurry your pretty little ass back here.” She patted April’s butt and the girl giggled and ran up front to inform her boss.
When she returned, April didn’t think Lil would actually insist she continue dancing for the remaining half hour, but she was wrong. As soon as she re-entered the booth, Lil handed her five twenty dollar bills, saying, “This should cover us ’til quitting time, I think. And I want my money’s worth, young lady. I never throw away a hundred bucks needlessly. Now, unless I’m mistaken, aren’t you supposed to strip totally nude during these private dances?”
April began to protest, but clearly the detective was in the right, so she nodded and resumed dancing, slowly peeling off her skimpy top, exposing her two ripe, well-formed breasts. Lil thought they looked about the size of tennis balls, only a lot more enticing.
“You’ve got a gorgeous body,” Lil sighed, watching her every move. “Such incredibly soft skin. And such beautiful tits!”
“Why, thank you, detective,” April responded, smiling shyly, continuing to move her body sensually to the music. “I’m glad you find me attractive.”
“Yes I do. Tell me, April, do you have a boyfriend?” Lil asked her. “Anyone since Rico?”
“No, ma’am,” the girl responded, moving slightly closer. “Not yet, anyway. Oh, I’ve had plenty of offers, but the guys around here seem just as creepy as Rico was. I’m giving up on men for a while, I think.”
“Oh, really?” the policewoman smiled, her hand reaching out slowly, tracing a finger along the girl’s belly as it swayed ever so seductively before her. “No guys whatsoever?”
“Well, not for a while,” the pretty blonde responded, smiling at her. April felt certain the detective was hitting on her, and she was flattered at the thought. Only one way to be sure, though. She then slowly turned around and bent over slightly, reaching behind her back to pull down her lacy panties, revealing her gorgeous round derriere for the detective’s close inspection.
“Mmmmm… very nice,” Lil murmured, eyeing the beautiful silky smooth rear end as it swayed to the music before her adoring gaze. “Back up a little bit, April. I’d like a closer view of your sexy butt.”
April was totally nude now, except for the white high heels and stockings she still wore. She edged back a couple of half steps, wiggling her ass close to the detective’s face.
SMACK!
Lil’s hand slapped her naked rear. April laughed in surprise. “What was THAT for, Detective?” she asked.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist,” Lil answered, laughing. “You’ve got a lovely ass, April, just right for spanking… caressing… or kissing.”
“I’m sorry, what was that last part?” the girl asked, turning around slightly and looking over her shoulder.
“Oh, nothing,” Lil said. “Keep dancing. I’m really enjoying this. Your body is truly lovely. I could watch it forever.”
April smiled again. She, too, was enjoying this strange sensation of dancing nude for another woman. And she also realized that it was beginning to turn her on. She had always known her body attracted the men who came in here every night, but here it was having the same effect on another woman. Lil’s slap on her ass had ignited something inside her. April was half hoping she’d do it again. She wiggled her butt right in Lil’s face trying to tempt her.
SMACK! It worked!
The detective laughed out loud. She, too, was getting extremely turned on, enjoying this incredibly hot sensation of having a beautiful young female dancing nude before her. As the music continued to play she found herself reaching out to caress the sexy body glistening before her, first running a hand up the girl’s silky smooth leg and then patting the firm ass swaying only inches away. She gave it a gentle squeeze. To her surprise April didn’t pull away.
“The fun I could have with this delicious body,” Lil thought to herself. “I want her in my bed tonight, and not just for sleeping, either!” Again she gently stroked the beautiful butt swaying before her. Lil wanted it. She wanted it bad!
A bit later, when April’s shift finally ended, the young blonde excused herself and ran into the dressing room where she quickly changed, putting on a long jacket over her lingerie outfit, and then she hurried back to where Detective St. Jean waited for her. The two women then walked hand in hand out the back door to the detective’s car. As Lil opened the passenger side door for her pretty companion she told her, “I really enjoyed having you dance for me tonight, April. Watching you makes me realize how some women could be physically attracted to other women. You really turned me on!”
“Why, thank you, detective! I enjoyed it, too.” Her voice quivered as she spoke. “If I was ever going to be, you know, with another woman… I think I’d want it… want her.. to be you.”
Lil responded by reaching out and pulling the girl to her tightly and forcefully kissing her deeply on those soft red lips. At first April started back in surprise, but then she quickly relaxed, allowing her body to melt into the older woman’s tender embrace. She wasn’t going to fight this. She exposed her neck to Lil’s hungry kisses in complete surrender, right there in a quiet corner of the parking lot.
Moments later the two women were snuggled together in Lil’s car, speeding back to her condo, with April’s body pressed up against the older woman, her jacket opened so that Lil’s hand could caress her silky smooth thigh while they drove.
As Lil pulled into her parking space, the two women kissed again. They then hurried upstairs into Lil’s condo, laughing in their eagerness to be alone together. As soon as the door of the condo had closed behind them they were once again in eachother’s arms. Off came April’s jacket, revealing the gorgeous curves of her dancer’s body, scantily clad only in the lacy white lingerie she’d hastily slipped on before leaving the club. Lil’s arms embraced her possessively, clutching her body tightly, hands roaming freely down her silky back, eventually coming to rest on the younger girl’s firm rear end, which she squeezed and caressed lovingly.
“Let’s go upstairs,” the Detective murmured, pointing the way after they had kissed for at least a full minute. “You first, because I want to admire the view of your gorgeous ass.” April smiled and began moving, her butt swaying provocatively as she climbed the stairs. Lil followed right behind her, licking her lips as she watched April’s succulent bottom move from side to side. Suddenly, halfway up the stairs she stopped the girl, reaching her arms around April’s slender waist. “I can’t take this torture any longer! I’ve got to have this gorgeous butt right now,” she hissed into her ear. “Bend over for me, April. Right now!”
April responded to the authoritative tone in Lil’s voice, promptly obeying her command. “Like this?” she asked, kneeling down onto the carpeted stairs in front of her, her head and arms resting on another step, while her back arched demurely so that her beautiful tempting ass was now raised in Lil’s direction.
“That’s perfect,” murmured the detective, positioning herself behind the girl, gently running her fingertips up April’s legs and then gliding them softly over the girl’s upturned butt. “These lovely panties have got to go,” she remarked quietly to herself, before slowly pulling them down past the girl’s thighs and then drawn like a magnet she passionately began kissing and licking the round perfumed rump offered deliciously before her. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” she whispered in a husky voice. April first felt the woman̵