Yukon Band B

Dana was transferring to Japan from Europe- her parents wanted her to try education in different countries, so she’d been globetrotting since she’d started school and it hadn’t changed when she grew up and went onto college. She hadn’t seen her parents in person in years- both she and they had video cameras and they would record “letter’s” to each other on a videocassette and send the cassette back and forth-they sent one, Dana wrote over it and sent it back- they’d been using the same tape for as long as Dana had been able to use the recorder.
And now, her sophomore year in college, she was in Japan, her first day at the prestigious Fubarawa School.
The campus was a massive, sprawling affair, something very out of place in Japan- a country with very little area for growth they built upwards instead of sideways and in multiple buildings. All the buildings were labeled in a variety of languages and the campus was similar in nature to a European or American college campus- Dorms, classroom buildings, gym, admissions, lecture hall…
But the stories that abounded around the campus from student to student was nothing short of incredulous- the dean was rumored to have escaped from a lunatic asylum, the staff were oblivious to anything odd or out of the ordinary going on and apparently there was even a group of students who spent nights fighting crime.
The entire place was something straight out of an Anime.
One recurring story was that since the principal had cut back on the budget and bought bulk lunches, he didn’t want an ounce of food wasted. So he’d spent goddess-knows how much money installing atmospheric sensors and cameras and the like into all the garbage cans so that he would know if anyone threw food away, which wasn’t allowed.
Only a quarter of the students were boarding school students, the rest were day students and lived locally. These brought their own lunch, but owing to the institutionalized nature of the school, everyone was given a lunch package at midday and the things were big enough that NO one could finish them. The majority of the students ate what they could and wrapped the remainder, giving the remains to one of the day students for them to take home and throw away there.
Since Dana was in the sophomore class, she was privy to more rumors than most. But since she was also a stranger and a new student, then most of the student’s told her very little.
She’d wandered the campus with her two duffel bags- one of clothes, the other of personal possessions- a key ring, campus map and room number in one hand. After asking for directions, she’d managed to get to the right dorm and the right room- but all the students she asked gave her odd sideways looks and then collapsed laughing for a moment or two, saying something to their friends in Japanese so quickly it was nearly impossible to follow, and one student who spoke very good English had warned her to “only use her own money.”
What was going on here?
She walked into the main lobby and looked a floor plan of the dorm and found the number she would be in: Room 115. It was just down the hall a little bit and she was quite relieved. As she lugged her bags down the hall she tried analyzing what the girls had said as she passed by, but had no luck, even when breaking it down word to word. ‘I must not be hearing them right or not know the word they are using because I cant figure it out… what I think they said makes no sense.’ She tried sticking her key in the lock but it didn’t want to go in. She put all of her things on the floor and jiggled the key in and turned it until it clicked and then jiggled the key back out. She turned the knob and stepped in, dragging her bags behind her.
The first thing she noticed, aside from the fact that it’s kind of dark in there, was the smell. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mingled with the aroma of many, many kinds of food. The sound of someone breathing evenly and regularly- therefore, sleeping- came from the left. As she pushed the door open wider, it became more difficult to open it wide enough to get in- there were so many empty food containers on the floor and almost all of them are those damnable lunch packages they get every day at noon. It’s 1:05 now, so whoever lives here- the nameplate on the door said “Yuuki Tisana” if Dana had read it correctly- evidently didn’t mind the lunches- and probably took the leftovers from the other thirty or so people in the senior class, half of which were day students and didn’t eat their school lunch anyway.
There was enough light from the hallway and coming in from behind the mostly-closed blinds to illuminate the room well enough to merit a cat leaving the lights off. She wrestled her bags into the room and bit back an expletive as she saw the room’s occupant for the first time.
She was tall for a Japanese girl, light brown hair, and a very cute, slender body, long graceful arms and legs, dainty feet and feminine fingers, a pair of nice soft H cup breasts, with a stomach big and round enough to hold a two year old toddler!!
She was laying on her back, on the bed, her stomach facing towards the ceiling. Her tiny bellybutton had once popped out due to the extreme size of her stomach, but continuous growth and pressure from her obviously massive meal had stretched her belly to the point here her popped out bellybutton had been stretched flat, still tiny and cute. Her breathing was even, but ragged, the aftermath of very good sex, or a very long session of masturbation.
One slender arm was draped across her swollen middle, a futile attempt to reach between her legs, the other was laying out of the bed, her hand clenched around a fistful of yen, resting in a big lockbox.
Down between her legs, a vibrator was buried between her pussy lips, stuck in right up to the hilt, a puddle of her juices pooling beneath it- she probably couldn’t get it back out after eating, so there it had stayed.
She stood there in shock and quietly crept around the room and to the bed she would be sleeping on. She placed one of her bags in the trunk on the end of the bed and the other on top of the trunk. She cleared the food boxes off of her bed and tried to clean up some of the mess with out waking the young woman. She lifted the window open, being careful to still keep the shade drawn and a cool breeze filled the room, wafting the smell around anew and making Dana a bit horny herself. She found a trashcan and began crushing boxes and putting them in there.
Once she started digging through the empty containers and mess, she accidentally bumped her foot against the still-open lockbox on the floor, thus shifting the contents, causing one or two coins to tink against one another.
Dana may as well have given her roommate a shock with a cattle prod. She sat up as fast as she was able, biting her lip for a moment to clear her head as the pleasure from the still-running vibrator. She spewed out a lightning fast chain of Japanese syllables; too fast for even a native Japanese speaker to follow, but it’s obvious that the general gist of what she says is “Don’t you DARE touch my money!”
The shock wore off and she realized she was sitting in bed, naked, with a huge vibrator inside her, and a stomach that’s almost too big for her body. She started stammering in Japanese, pulling the sheets around herself to try and hide her body, without much success.
Dana struggled with her Japanese for a moment before regaining her composure, “It’s okay… My name is Dana and I am your new roommate and I would never try and touch your money,” she said calmly and soothingly
Yuuki blinked, still clinging the sheets around her pale, gravid body, biting her lower lip slightly and closing and locking the lockbox next to her bed. “You didn’t touch my money?”
“No, never,” the smaller girl said.

Second night. The actions are familiar. San Francisco street corner; cars slow; the drivers are luridly appreciative. Most attention seems to focus on the full, even ample, black, studded leather cod-piece. There are no socks stuffed in this one. The cod-piece is part of the entire ensemble. The night before, Tina had bitched her in lycra…the short sheath had almost been as tight as Sydd’s hot asshole…and then there were Tina’s words to the effect that there was nothing better than Sydd’s thick, full lips…nothing other than pussy…or was it vice versa…T had popped into her head at that evocation; her cock had hardened and leaked continuously down her stocking-clad thigh…In any case, the last night had begun on a San Francisco corner like this; a cool night where the chill stung the cheeks of her ass…
The cheeks of her ass. They were exposed. Part of the ensemble; her choice this evening. Top to bottom: over the ultra sheer black body-stocking that encased her made-to-measure 36d’s was a black leather corset—turn about for last night?—and an equally black, leather bolero with faux mink collar—no need to kill anything other than the gawkers—and them, only with looks…Below the waist, the source of the chill: black leather jodhpurs—crotch-less and ass-out…hence the need for a little ‘discretion’: the cod-piece—hopefully soon to be lost. These slid into a pair of five inched stiletto, thigh-high boots, also black. Above the top, inside thigh, rose the band of the sheer, black Cuban-heeled thigh-highs. Back to the top: faux black mink pill box, accenting the nappy, winter-wheat blonde head. Cobalt blue lenses behind oversize shades. An oversized, over the shoulder, a black leather bag, light-weight, but filled with toys: 8″, thick, ‘realistic,’ black cock; crop; padded, leather cuffs; makeup; lots of lipstick; an extra pair of heels—just in case—the stuff…nothing heavy…A ‘black widow’ tonight? Perhaps…
As she drummed her buffed nails against her thigh—not impatiently, but to a rhythm only she registered—the Mercedes slid noiselessly round the corner. The window powered down. The full, richly lacquered lips pouted from the pale face. The tongue involuntarily glossed over them at the sight of Sydd. Clearly the desired effect. Sydd slid into the heated seat, and the car slid into the San Francisco night…’slid,’ such a descriptive word…
Sydd took in the full-view of her driver; reaching up to turn on the cockpit—mmmmmm—light as she did. Dressed as commanded. Tina leathered again, this time red. The corset tight, and the skirt so short that when she sat it slid—that word again—over her ass, exposing her naked, semi erect, and erecting cock; strapped to her thigh by a band of red ribbons…the head touched and leaked pre-cum on the elastic of the red thigh stockings that peeked over her blood-red 5″ stilettoed, thigh-high boots…Before she could pull away from the curb—window still down to the viewing public, of whom there were not a few—Sydd firmly grasped the ribboned packaged, milked and then levered herself to cover Tina’s full, red mouth with her own. She held this pose for what seemed like several minutes. When she drew her gloved hand away, it glistened with Tina’s slickness…
*
Tina was an exception in Sydd’s life. It may sound racist, though it is surely not the intent: Sydd very, very rarely did white. It was not that she didn’t get enough offers—they were, in many ways, overwhelming in their volume. Here, however, it was simply a matter of her aesthetic, and her ‘ethic.’ The cd community was dominated by white grls who seemed to care less about the black wmn out there. They were ignored; virtually non-existent…Sydd spent most of her time looking for and ‘pampering’ the ‘non-existent’—if they were deserving…
Tina’s exceptional nature began with her style—so close, or so it seemed, to impeccable, that the degree of difference was inappreciable. She was intelligent; and she was caring. She was also a looker…She was hot…
***
Tina was hot…there was this demureness that hid a certain heat…Sydd loved the ‘before and after’ looks. They were recorded mostly in pics. Sydd found Tina rather amazing: especially the ‘regular’ grl look that more than often gave way to some sultry slut…like tonight…
‘Payback’ flitted back and forth in Sydd’s mind. Last night, strapped to a plastic-sheeted bed; ass-up—the ‘bubble butt,’ if you will—tight, muscular, ripe for the taking…an ass hardly ever taken… ‘Tina,’ she thought, ‘you must be special…’
Unlike Tina, accept for these occasions, Sydd was ‘terribly’ straight—and loved it…it was the juxtaposition that was so exhilarating…a tight muscular male one minute, and a tight, hot ‘fetish bitch’—as Tina put it—the next…and this was ‘the next’…
‘Sooooo, how was my ass?’ a rhetorical question, to be sure…Sydd knew only too well how her ass was…soooo good—for the both of them—that her asshole was still ‘ringing’…Where Tina had used the crop, she had been careful not to mark Sydd…an act that Sydd stressed was verboten…the crop, however, was literally a ‘warm up’ for the gloved palm…Sydd’s real weakness when she switched—to be spanked and milked, rhythmically…before she was penetrated…Her own hoarse panting in moaning was still in her ears…
Rhetorical or not, Sydd got the response that she wanted…Tina’s cock swelled in its red, satin bonds…Sydd leaned even closer at the light, and whispered: ‘You know what the “pony-girl’s” got for you, don’t you?’ Tina puddled pre-cum on the fresh leather…the two scents were incredible…Now, Tina’s asshole spasmed—anxiety and anticipation…a bit of both… ‘Ready for me, Babi?’…the nod was almost imperceptible… ‘You’ll just have to wait, Bitch…’
**
The valet opened the door and Tina swiveled her naked hips on the slickened leather seat; her hard, scarlet lashed cock in full view…before she could clear the door and his gaze, Sydd had placed the faux-diamond choker round her neck and clicked the lead into the D-ring…This one read ‘MY SLUT.’ Sydd made her stand there for what seemed like eternity while the parking attendant gawked, then, she hissed, ‘Pull your skirt down, Bitch! Don’t display what’s mine without my permission.’ Sydd snapped the lead and strutted ahead—no equality here—and Tina dutifully followed…behind that powerful, yet recently-fucked, black ass…
The door to the club opened. The motion was fluid. Sydd’s booted heel crossed the threshold at the same instant that she gracefully stripped the cod-piece aside; a rumored 11+ sprang forth and no one cared if it was an inch or so shy.
As she tethered the slut, she grabbed the prettiest bitch in arm’s reach, backed her against a wall and covered her mouth with her thick, glossy lips…her cock hardening, stretching, and leaking against her ‘victim’s’ thigh…the victim, herself, responded with gusto, grinding back…the sable-skinned blond, rarely encountered, had become the stuff of legend—at least the urban kind…
Tina, could only stare and grow harder, herself…
***
Sydd glanced over her shoulder. Tina made eye contact. It was brief and powerful. She dropped to her knees in the plush carpet of the club; her mouth open to receive the inverted, pre-cum soaked codpiece. She tried to disguise her ardor as she sucked the codpiece gag with as much relish as she did Sydd’s cock…the codpiece became sodden with her saliva as she tried to extract the black bitch’s flavor from the leather. Tina sucked harder as she took in the spectacle…
Sydd’s ‘attention’ was being lavished on another dusky beauty who looked as if she had stepped off a Ballywood set…Kamasutra was written over every inch of her sari-clad body; and she was just as forceful in her eagerness to match Sydd’s carnal onslaught. The sari slid over that richly toned, mahogany bubble ass. The long, sculpted legs flowed into stilettoed sandals whose straps reversed their way up her calves and knotted just below her knee. They and her sari were a rich yellow; a wonderful contrast to her darkness. She and Sydd were quite a sight. In spite of 5″ heels, they were still, relatively small grls—5′ 6-8 in stocking feet; slender and tight…
As Sydd kneaded the honey-brown ass, a dark, thick snake of a cock struggled free of its tuck in a matching yellow thong, pushing between the crack of her ass…Its size even shocked Tina—thick, meaty, long. It leaked down the Indian grl’s thigh. Sydd’s fingers grazed the head and the cum slit; the thick, heavy pearls clinging. Sydd worked the pearls into the skin her new partner’s ass, re-glossing skin that already glowed.
Sydd’s open mouth clamped down on the beauty’s. In turn, she tongue-fucked Sydd’s mouth with an incredibly thick tongue. Sydd hadn’t forgotten that equally thick muscle that had pushed back between this hot bitch’s thighs…one hand slid over the tight ass to that pretty cock. Seizing it right below the crown, Sydd tugged it back and toward the crack of the ass…and stroked…
The motion broke the lip-lock. The bronze beauty sighed, then moaned. Sydd pulled her closer as they ground her cock between them; her cock and shaft sliding and peeking between their thighs. Sydd gripped her earlobe in her teeth and breathed into it: ‘What’s your name, Babi?’
‘Shiva,’ she winced as Sydd tugged on that pretty cock again, making it longer still…stroking it behind those glowing cheeks; making it leak even more…
They had become quite a spectacle, and Tina was not the only voyeur in this space—in fact, there seemed to be a club full. She and Sydd had made quite an impression the night before…the white fur and black lycra tube; the black leather bustier and hot pants; the entrance, all seemed to have the calculated effect…but the real effect came from the brazen nastiness of these black and white bitches. Some wanted to simply position themselves for the best possible view. Others were literally queuing in the hope that they’d receive an ‘invitation’…
***
The first ‘invitation’ was issued…eye contact, again. Sydd caught Tina in her gaze. The command was silent…and gracious…it said: ‘This is for you, Babi.’ With that, Sydd stroked Shiva’s cocked. Tina stood, the crowd murmured, then stilled. She was exquisite, standing there, poured into red leather. Gracefully, intentionally, she approached her summons. It was a short distance from where she was tethered to Shiva’s ass, but her long strides were marked by elegance and her hard, ribboned cock riding along her thigh…
Three long, gliding steps were all that was necessary to reach her ‘Mistress’ and their prize. Once there, Tina adhered to ritual—protocol—she handed her lead to Sydd—they always purchased them quite long…the codpiece was extracted, she was then allowed to kiss Sydian—Sydd’s preferred ¬nomme de fuck when she was a la mode—lightly. Then she allowed her lips to fall lightly from Sydian’s to Shiva’s shoulder and down the small of her back…crouching and then, kneeling when she had reached the ‘position.’
What the crowd was witnessing was all the more heated because of what they had seen the night before—’role reversal.’
There was a slight flutter of Sydian’s lashes as she tugged the lead and pulled Tina into Shiva’s ass…her nose came to rest on the corona of her sphincter, her mouth within breathing distance of Shiva’s cock head…by instinct the tongue darted forward to catch a drop of wayward pre-cum. On it’s way back into her mouth, the soft-rough tongue rasped the head of that cock, forcing the Indian grl to push her head back and her tongue forward—deeper still into Sydian’s mouth…
The backward movement exposed even more of Shiva’s sex-cobra…the mongoose in Tina seized it by the head and tried to swallow it whole…Shiva’s moan coated the entire room in a thick, steamy wetness…Sydd released Shiva’s tongue from the vice of her mouth, untangled herself from Shiva’s clutch and propped the ‘Bombay’ beauty against the wall…Sydd moved to inspect Tina’s work…
***
The ‘inspection’ was close…and ‘proper’… Sydian knelt beside Tina. She positioned herself to get the best view of Tina’s handiwork—mouth-work, to be more exact—and to record the intense emotion and passion flooding Shiva’s face… It also afforded her the best vantage from which she could slide her hand up Shiva’s torso and play the chain that clamped the nipples of those grapefruited swellings that adorned her chest…
With every motion, Tina greedily took in more of that teak wood…with every motion, Shiva backed more cock into Tina’s mouth…Sydian observed and lick her own lips, glanced at the stiffness between her own legs and it’s pooling, and knew that it was about time to get ‘hers’…
She leaned towards Tina and whispered—instructing and chiding… ‘Nasti little bitch…slut…’ It was the chorus to a soft litany… ‘If it’s hard, dark, and pretty, you’ll take it, won’t you?’…
Tina wanted to nod ‘yes,’ but at the moment of her gesture
Sydian yanked the chain…the charge through the nipples forced that bronzed ass back and more cock into Tina’s already stuffed mouth.
‘Yesssssss, I thought you did,’ Sydd hissed, pulling the lead forward in the act of lodging even more cock down that throat…Sydd was remembering the previous night, and feeling a tad bit vindictive…was the word ‘payback? All that wood between her thighs seemed to be ‘nodding’ ‘Yes’…
‘Mmmmmmm… Remember last night, Bitch…?’ Sydd whispered… ‘Remember how hard you rode this pretty, black ass?’ Again, Tina tried to nod; again Sydd pulled lead and chain simultaneously…Tina gagged on cock…the backwash flowed so thick through her lips that you might have thought Shiva had cum…Shiva moaned and began to pump back into that throat…
‘You rode me like there would be no ass tomorrow, Bitch… You rode me like I’ll never forget… Maybe I should thank you, Slut… In fact…I will…’ A yank…more gagging…more humping…
On her knees, Sydd scooted behind Tina… Her cock, slick and glistening…
‘You will remember me, Bitch… You will remember me…’
***
Sydd slid in behind those pale ass-cheeks and slapped them so forcefully that the report ricocheted off the walls… Tina responded as expected: she jumped, taking even more cock down her throat, leaving another bright red smear on that tan tube…and raising her ass to just the desired angle…
Shiva moaned even louder as Tina gagged once more; the reflex to gagging seemed to be to fuck that pretty, white face even more…to make that carefully applied make-up a blur…
The equal and not so opposite reaction was to force Tina back down on to her haunches and onto that slick ebony pole that awaited her…
If it is possible to speak with one’s mouth full, Tina accomplished this…as she came down on Sydd’s pike, Sydd thrust up…the motion had a speech of its own… It said: ‘Remember me, Bitch??!!’… Tina’s response was emphatic and affirmative…from a full and constricted throat came a gurgled keening…a soft, but loud wail…the contradiction of a full ass speaking…
Sydd gripped Tina’s hips and began to pound out a new beat, one Tina hummed/moaned onto Shiva’s skin-flute…the extra tonal vibrations made the Indian grl flinch…her cock not only plunging in and out of that soft, hot mouth, but now being staccatoed from side—imprisoned in a tight, humid sound chamber… For Shiva, the ‘music’ was beautiful…
For Sydd, every thrust cause her own ass-hole to clinch, and last night’s ringing was more than just a memory… She figured she had a little ass-ringing of her own to do… ‘Hmmmmm… Wonder if Tina remembers that one: “Ring my bell—elllllllllle… Ring my bell”…?’… Sydd went at it with a vengeance… ‘Bell –ringing’…
Sydd bent her back like a compound bow, arched up and let that thick, long, dull-headed arrow hit its mark for one last time before she let loose a torrent of thick, scalding cream… ‘Bull’s eye!’… Tina’s ass-hole clenched, spasmed…the voice in her tried to dislodged that thick tawny cock cramping her throat…and Shiva… Shiva…it wasn’t clear if Shiva sang or cried at this moment, but cum, she did…
The cream that now overflowed the corners of what had been one of the most perfectly made-up mouths in the western hemisphere was unmistakably, in its mixture, mostly pure cum…and terribly tantalizing to those who thought ‘clean-up’ to be the most divine act of their sexual universe…they hovered on the edges awaiting a summons…
Tina gagged one last time, freeing her throat of cock… She coughed and her eyes watered as Sydd, still lodged in her, leaned over her and stroked her cheek as she whispered in her ear… ‘You’ll remember me, now, won’t you sweet bitch?’…
Tina turned and softly answered, ‘Yes…’
Now Sydd disengaged, lifted Tina to her feet. ‘Go fix your face… Look like you belong to me…’
She walked over to the wobbly Shiva, slid her hand over that sex-slicked ass, and whispered: ‘Next time, it’s mine…’ Shiva’s eyes went bright as she nodded her assent…
Someone, from somewhere, had taken the car-check… As Tina leaned on Sydd from the club to car, the valet opened the door… Sydd tipped him, leaned into him, said softly: ‘And next time, her ass is yours, pretty boi…’ And squeezed that thickness in his pants before she slid behind the wheel…
***
Nope… Sydd’s not a cruel person—not by a long shot—but then again, does giving pleasure amount to cruelty? By way of rationalization, some might call it ‘justice’… Tonight was a turn-about, a reversal of fortunes—a switch… And Tina had been ‘fortunate’ enough to get exactly what she had wished for… But then, Mamma’s always there to whisper in your ear: ‘Be careful what you wish for…’

I was sitting alone in my office bored out of my mind and wondering why I even got up that morning when the phone rang, answering I heard a male voice ask for Rick. When I told him I was Rick “Hi, this is Matthew” was the reply. As he asked how I was doing and was I busy my mind raced to put a face with the name. Was this a client, a supplier or a contractor?
Not being able to place the voice but not wanting to appear as if I had forgotten him I chatted along with him. Finally I asked what it was I could do for him today. After a pause he told me his wife was away for the day and he would like to meet me again and we could do what we did the last time when we first met and this time maybe more.
Now I was instantly curious and a little excited. Was this what I though it was or was I just hoping to break my boredom? Cautiously I asked what we had done the last time. “Remember you picked me up in the Rideau Centre and we went for a drive in your car” he replied. Now I had not been in Ottawa that long that I would have forgotten picking up a man at the mall. I had never picked a man up in the mall anywhere. Not being sure what to say I decided to be honest.
“You mean we had sex” I asked? After another pause he asked “Is this Rick, you drive a red car?”
“Yes, it’s Rick and I used to drive a red Ford but I think you have the wrong number.”
“Sorry, I don’t want any trouble” was his reply. Quickly I told him that it was no trouble and to be honest I liked the idea if that’s what happened. After another pause Matthew replied “Look I don’t want any trouble over this.” Again I assured him that there would be no trouble but that I would really like to talk with him for a little while. This seemed to calm him down and he agreed to talk with me.
Matthew finally told me that he was picked up in the mall one afternoon by a man and had gone for a drive with him. He had no idea why he went, it must have been fate because the other man gave him a blowjob in the car, something his wife never did and he had never really considered before that day. The man had given him his work phone number and told him that if he ever wanted another blow job or even more just call. It had been some time but it was always on his mind and today he decided to call, only to get the wrong person.
I asked at this point what he thought the even more was. After a lengthy pause I asked if he thought that meant fucking him. Maybe was all he said. Deciding that it was now or never I asked if he would like a blow job from me today and maybe more. Again the pause and another maybe.
I described myself to him and told him that I was also married, safe and sane. (As sane as any married cocksucker is.) Matthew in turned described himself and agreed to at least meet with me. When I asked where he was he told me he was back at the Rideau Centre and that was why he had thought of calling. I told him that my office was a five minute walk from there and asked if he would like to meet right away.
We meet in the plus 15 at the Bay entrance. Matthew was 48, about 5′-10″, 170lb., graying hair and moustache. After shaking hands we stood and chatted, sizing each other up. Once he seemed to be relaxed I asked if he would like to go for a ride with me and that I would bring him back to get his car later. As we walked to my parked car I asked were they had gone the last time he had done this. He described a park that I recognized along Sussex Drive and I asked if he would like to go there again. Once at the park he directed me to the west end over looking the river and the back of the Prime Ministers home. Rather than turn into the parking area he asked me to park along the roadway itself telling me that this is what they did his last time here.
Reaching over and running my hand over his knee up to his cock I asked if this is where he wanted me to suck his cock. I could feel his cock harden under my touch and knew this was what he wanted from me. Looking around first I noticed a pickup truck coming down the road and pulling up close behind my car. As the driver sat there I knew that we would have an audience which excited me even more. Opening his pants and telling him of the other driver I pulled his cock from his pants. It was between 5″ and 6″ and of average thickness, cut and thick with veins. Taking one last look at the driver behind us I bent over and took the head of his cock in my lips and began licking the crown.
Matthew immediately thrust his hips up driving his cock into my mouth. Telling me to suck it he placed his hands on my head and pushed until his whole cock was in my mouth. With a steady rhythm he moved my lips up and down his cock from the base to the tip, all the while telling me to suck his cock. As his strokes became faster and more erratic I knew he was going to cum for me. Sealing my lips tightly around his cock and dragging my tongue along the vein I could feel the first pulses and the spasms of his cock as he began cumming in my mouth. Driving my head down as far as he could he started shooting his load into my throat before once again starting to fuck my face hard and fast.
Once Matthews cock had soften in my mouth I rose back up to find my truck driving friend standing beside the car, looking down into Matthews window and rubbing his own cock through his jeans. I thought to ask Matthew if he wanted me to suck off the trucker but he quickly shoved his cock back into his pants and said that we should get out of here. Driving out of the park I asked if he wanted me to take him back to his car. He told me that he thought we might try more if I wanted to. “You want to fuck me” I asked? He told me we could go to his place if I wanted to try anything else.
It was a very quiet trip, the only conversation being Matthew giving me directions to his house. Once there he asked if I would like a beer or anything and said he needed a little time to recover. We sat for about half an hour during which he asked about my sex with men and my wife, telling me this would get him excited faster. As we talked I again began rubbing his cock and balls until I could feel him stiffen under my hand though his pants. I told him that we would need some kind of lube and asked where he would like to do this. Telling me to stay there he disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a small jar of vaseline.
As I stood to remove my shirt he stopped me, asking me to keep my clothes on and just dropping my pants. Doing as he asked I knelt on the floor as he opened his pants and began rubbing vaseline on his hard cock. I could feel his one hand on my ass as he got up behind me and then his cock slid down between my ass checks until the head of his cock rubbed against my asshole. I was about to tell him to go slowly when he just pushed his cock up my ass with a single thrust almost knocking the wind out of me. The minute his balls hit my ass he dropped his other hand to my hip and started pulling my ass into him as he rammed his cock in and out of my ass as hard and as fast as he could. Once the initial shock was over I began moving with him, squeezing his cock with my ass hoping to get him to cum quickly. For about 15 minutes Matthew kept pounding my ass, driving his cock deep into me as roughly as he could. Picking up speed and driving with short hard strokes I knew he was about fill my ass with his cum. Driving my ass back into him hard and burying as much of his cock into my ass as I could he started screaming and blew his load.
He kept fucking me as he came, slowing down as the minutes passed until he collapsed on top of me, his soft cock sliding from my ass. Lying there I expected at least a thank you but instead Matthew told me to get up before I get sperm on the rug. Returning from the bathroom I found him at the door already telling me to take him back for his car. We returned downtown without another word, nor did he say anything as he got out of the car. I had heard of men who seemed to be turned off by the whole thing after they came but had never met one before, and hope to not meet one again. Matthew did call a few months later, his horniness seemed to actually make him pleasant again but I did not want to meet him again.

Introduction:
Mika is the newest member of the Sorority, with me only a few days when I gave her these two assignments. She asked if she could combine them into one day’s play and I said yes. She has played with exhibitionism before, often. But these earlier events were limited to brief displays, a flash of nudity and retreat, and nothing else. Here she was assigned to engage in lengthly exhibitions and encouraged to let the play develop naturally within her comfort level. As it turned out, she pushed her own envelop and expanded her comfort level. And as you will see in her closing comments, she found that the activity can become intoxicating and take on a life of its own.
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Dear Mistress,
What an erotic day Tuesday was. It actually turned into a three-part, sensually-filled day that I will fondly remember for a long time to cum :). All thanks go out to you, Mistress.
Tuesday morning began at six AM. My husband awakened me with some light kisses on my back and bottom. He had to catch a flight to Boston and obviously wanted some sexual relief before he headed out. I spread my legs for him to explore my aroused pussy with his tongue and fingers. Raising my hips slightly, he pressed two of his fingers inside me while tonguing my arse. It did not take me long for my pussy to become wet from his fingers as I playfully palmed both of my breasts, rolling and pinching each nipple in my fingers.
After he added a third finger I raised up on all fours. He instinctively got up behind me and laid his hard cock in the crevice of my butt cheeks. I could feel the head teasing both holes and after several minutes of his back and forth ministrations he plunged his hardness into my pussy. With one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder he pulled me back hard, pressing his cock fully into me, holding it there to stretch me inside. I could feel his balls against my ass cheeks. When he does this I know that I’m going to receive one heck of a pounding from my husband. His stamina is unbelievable in the morning.
As he began moving back and forth I mentioned between my moaning that he was not to cum inside me this time. With this request it was obvious to him that I would be exposing myself at some point in the day. I had realized early on that exposing one’s self and dripping your husband’s cum during the day does not always work in one’s favor in public. Now he knew that today I would be exposing myself in public, and this increased his desire to pleasure us both to an orgasm. I did not cum although several times I could have. When he was near the edge he had me turn around, grabbed a handful of my hair to hold my head still, and released a large amount of cum on my lips, face, tongue, and down my throat. Then he had me suck him clean. We took a shower together, and then he dressed and left for the airport.
I proceeded to get ready for my assignment :). I put my hair up in a clip, did my makeup, and slipped on a semi-sheer tan blouse and my black jean skirt. The skirt comes to mid-thigh and has little slits at the seams on the side and zips in the back. The blouse buttons in the front, although I did not button it up past my nipple line. Looking in the mirror it was obvious I was not wearing a bra, and in the light you could see the outline of my breasts and perky nipples. Holding on to the vanity, I knelt down with my arse against my calves. In this position my skirt slid up my thighs and exposed my bare pussy (no panties either, Mistress). My lips were still swollen and spread like a butterfly’s wings. They still looked somewhat moist. I went into the walk-in closet and picked out a pair of heeled sandals that show off my calves nicely. I was now ready to head out to have some fun.
I drove to Caribou Coffee and purchased a coffee and Danish. I found a perfect table that would allow me to expose myself to various other people in the shop. As I walked to my chosen spot I scanned the room and noticed several men observing me. Some were smiling, maybe with appreciation for my outfit. I wondered if they would be smiling more after I sat down ;)!
After several minutes I moved slightly in my chair, spreading my knees apart and leaning over to my left to retrieve my glasses from my purse. If anyone was looking, they were provided a clear view of my pussy and exposed breast. I could definitely feel the beginnings again of the warmth and moisture in my pussy and my nipples hardening. Thanks to my husband, my pussy was still swollen and my inner lips were quite exposed.
Leaving my legs slightly apart, I scanned the room while I sipped my coffee and took little bites of my Danish. Several men were looking openly and several others were staring over their papers. From time to time, I would adjust my sitting position which allowed me to open and close my knees in succession. I was now keenly aware that each time I did this others would stop reading and look or continually stare my way.
My nipples were hard and poking against my blouse at this point so I decided to turn it up a notch. Sipping my coffee and pretending to read from my book, I slipped my left hand down to gently scratch my inner knee and slowly worked my way up my inner thigh to the hem of my skirt, exposing myself even further. I noticed two men adjusting themselves with their hands so I knew I was having an effect. I even caught the glance of a young woman sitting with two of her female friends. When I made eye contact with her she winked and smiled with a slight nod. I watched as she spoke to her friends and they slowly looked my way to see what I was doing. I smiled at them and went back to my book, pretending to read it.
Once again I bent over to my purse, this time to retrieve my pen. I pretended to slightly lose my balance and spread myself far enough that a blind man could see my very moist pussy. While sitting back up I scanned the room and noticed several men staring my way and smiling. I smiled back at them openly.
For the next 10 minutes I continually flashed my pussy but didn’t look up at anyone. I wanted them to enjoy it without me making contact with their eyes.
At this point I could definitely feel my juices flowing, and combined with the effects of my early morning session with my husband, I was now becoming so aroused that I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. Not many men had left, although I’m sure some needed to get to work, but they were glued to their seats. As I continued reading I nonchalantly rubbed my chest just above my cleavage, exposing the upper slope of my breast to those close by. Then still reading, I ‘absently” slid my hand up to my neck, playfully rubbed my earlobe, and then back down again, slowly rubbing my chest.
I paused while I took a sip of my coffee and a bite of my remaining Danish. I lowered my hand just inside my blouse and slowly reached in touch my nipple. It was as hard as an eraser tip. I playfully rubbed it with my index finger while increasing the pressure. I was beginning to shift ever so gently in my seat, gently squeezing my inner thighs while I continued to pretend read and tease my nipple.
My arousal was increasing and so was the intensity of the moment. I knew I would orgasm soon if I continued. I desperately wanted to, but backed off. I removed my hand, closed the book and ate the remainder of my Danish. As I took a sip of my coffee I casually scanned the room. I could see that several men were no longer reading; they were just watching me. And the three girls had shifted their seats to get a better view.
I did not make eye contact with anyone, just finished my coffee and sat like a proper lady. Then I stretched my arms just at shoulder level to give everyone a clear view of my breasts and aroused nipples. As I slid the chair back to go I turned my left leg out enough for everyone watching to see one last shot of my pussy. I held this position while I put my glasses and pen back in my purse, then stood and walked to the waste disposal with my used plate and cup. Several men said hi and the girls were grinning at me.
I then went back to the table to get my purse and walked back to the ladies room. While I was freshening up and checking my makeup, one of the girls came in. With a warm hello she introduced herself as Tracy — a very pretty blonde with a pleasant smile. She asked if I was a regular since she was new to the area to attend grad school. I told her I visited once in a while when time permitted.
Tracy then smiled and said how turned on she was from watching me expose myself. She asked if I did this often, and I said when I had free time and an urge I would tempt fate and go out and expose myself. She then asked if I had gotten off, indicating that she saw me rubbing my nipple and squeezing my thighs together. I was caught off guard by her question, but I told her I had not. She moved closer, looked me in the eyes and asked if I would like to. I asked if she meant here and she said yes. Tracy then moved to the door and locked the knob. I was leaning against the sink as she knelt in front of me, raised my skirt to my hips, and brought her lips to my pussy.
She began by kissing my inner thighs and lightly running her tongue up along my sensitive lips. I lowered both of my hands to my pussy, pulling upward on either side to expose my wet slit and aroused clit for her tongue. She made a deliberate point of licking all of my pussy except my clit. She was teasing me unbearably. Finally, I could not stand it any more and grabbed her head and forced her face into my cunt. I was moaning as she flicked her tongue quickly against my clit. I told Tracy to not keep going, released my hold on her head, and began to twist and pull my swollen nipples.
It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum. Tracy’s hands firmly grabbed the back of my thighs and her sucking mouth took me over the edge. I looked down into her eyes as my orgasm peaked, pinching each nipple, trying to not collapse upon her, as my juices flowed onto her tongue. As I was coming down she smiled up at me with her eyes and lapped my juices, all the while rubbing my butt. There was a knock on the door that startled us, so we separated and fixed ourselves while laughing. As we stood at the sink, I leaned into her and gave her a kiss and an offer to return the favor sometime soon. Tracy offered that she was in the coffee shop on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the morning. I guess I will be returning next week on a Tuesday or Thursday.
As I exited, I found that it was an employee who was standing at the door. We smiled and I proceeded to the front door. Several of the men who had been watching me were still there. Some smiled and one mouthed a ‘thank you’ as I left. I went to my office to make some calls and speak with my boss. He seemed to enjoy my outfit but knows me well enough to know that I dress provocatively from time to time.
Later in the day I drove to a special supermarket to carry out the second part of my assignment. I wore the same outfit; it seemed to work well at the coffee shop and I thought it was perfect for this second exhibition expedition.
It was around three PM when I entered Wegmann’s grocery store. If you are not familiar with this store they have just about everything. Coffee shop, lunch and dinner buffets, groceries and all the essentials you could need. Pretty much a one-stop shop. I grabbed a cart to pick up few items. First stop was the produce section. Several male employees were stocking the goodies so I proceeded to the items close to them. Each one was aware of my presence and because I had dark sunglasses on I could watch them watching me without them knowing.
As I was feeling the melons I asked one of the employees how fresh these were. As we picked through several melons I purposely bent forward to reach for each one while exposing my uncovered breast to him. He did not shy away from looking either. As we talked I noticed that another employee had moved to a counter behind me to stock several boxes of lettuce. Again, I purposely bent forward exposing my arse to his benefit. I’m sure he could see the lower portion of my butt and just a little of my pussy.

I then moved to the apples and then on to the bananas. I was playfully checking out each bushel, feeling its firmness and looking for any bruising. There were no green bananas so I asked the employee who was stocking the lettuce how fresh these were. He came right over and proceeded to find me the perfect ones. As he looked I reached into the cart to get something from my purse, again exposing my breasts for his eyes. My nipples were so hard again that you could not miss seeing them pressed against my blouse while I stood. He proceeded to hand me his choice of bananas and I snapped the biggest one from the bunch. I used my fingers to feel the banana and encircled it with my hand around the base, bringing it up to the top as he watched me. As I stroked it I told him that he had made the perfect selection, that this was just the right feel and size. That shocked him but I looked at him as he put the remaining selection in my basket and said that I prefer bigger to smaller bananas. Touching his arm I thanked him for his assistance and wished him a good day.
As I left the produce section, I walked over to the seafood section to pick up some scallops. Leaning over to looked at each product, I gave the male clerk an eyeful. He tried to sell me just about every seafood item he had just to see more of my breasts. I almost laughed out loud he was so cute.
I needed deli meats but this time the person was a black female clerk standing behind the counter. I was looking in the case, kneeling this time, when she bent down and opened up the door awaiting my decision. Her eyes met mine and they trailed down to my chest and then to my separated legs, providing her an ample view of my pussy — which of course was still aroused and full. She completed my orders, winked and wished me a fabulous day. I returned the sentiments.
As I was cruising the aisles I decided I would make use of your suggestion to be more forward when speaking to another person. I was pushing my cart down the aisle looking at sauces to go with the scallops, for a special meal I make for my husband. As I was standing there looking at the various offerings an attractive male came around the corner with his cart. He stopped next to my cart and excused himself to grab several jars of an Italian sauce that I had not heard of before. I turned to him and asked if he had a minute. He smiled while staring at my tits and asked how he could be of help. I told him I had a “fetish” (when I said that he perked up) for scallops and a red sauce but wanted to “experiment” and try something new. I told him I was “very” adventurous when it came to cooking, especially for a man. He put his jars in his cart while I pulled my shoulders back to provide a better view of my protruding nipples and breasts.
This young man was about 27-28, dark hair with green eyes and stood about 6′ 2″ — my husband’s height. He had on dress pants and a golf shirt which showed off his athletic build perfectly. Every word he spoke came from a set of lips you could nibble on all day.
What is your name I asked as he turned around. “Mark,” he said. I introduced myself at which point he began talking about the various sauces he had tried and the ones he preferred for various types of cooking. I still had on my sunglasses so it was easy for me to watch his eyes glancing all over my body. As I pushed my cart to one side, I knelt down, separating my legs, reaching for a sauce on the bottom shelf. While I stayed in that position, he knelt next to me. As he reached for the jar I was holding, slightly touching my hand, I turned to my left so Mark and I were pretty much facing each other. Mark started to say something, stopped, looked and smiled. Bingo! He was now aware not only that I was braless but panty-less as well. Without holding back I lifted my sunglasses and asked if he liked what he saw. With a lowered voice full of confidence, Mark, said yes, he was indeed enjoying both views and wanted to see more.
He said, “Separate your legs more for me.” I did and with a smile from ear to ear he licked his lips while I flexed my hips which caused my pussy lips to move somewhat. I noticed he had a pronounced bulge in his pants and as I stood up, Mark stood up. Standing inches from each other, Mark held the jar in his right hand. I took his left hand and brought it up to my right breast. He held it there while gently rubbing my nipple with his thumb. I swear it caused shivers down my spine to be in a very public place with another man’s hand on my breast. I leaned into him, putting my hand down on the front of his pants and feeling the outline of his hard cock. I asked if he was a regular at Wegmann’s and he said yes. (I took that question from the girl at the coffee shop, lol.) I asked if he would like to take his left hand and cup my pussy before I left. As Mark continued holding the jar with his right hand, he slipped his left hand up my skirt and palmed my exposed heated lips and mound. He then took his middle finger and pressed against the lips, separating them, and inserting it gently but not all the way. I raised my hands to his shoulders and whispered into his ear to insert two fingers. I held his shoulders while he did this and enjoyed the feeling of being both exposed and penetrated in public. Mark was enjoying the feel of my pussy when I stepped away and said we should leave before management showed up.
We checked out together and Mark walked me to my car. He gave me his number and offered to buy me lunch or a drink sometime. I kissed his cheek and said I would think about it.
Mistress Susan: assignment accepted; assignment completed. You have no idea how good I felt all day Tuesday. I never, never would have expected this to have happened at this level but I really, really enjoy it. Once you get past the nervousness and know you are in control of your destiny, the experience becomes such a high that you have difficulty ending it. Well, maybe you do know, but I learned something new this day.
Thank you Mistress. I look forward to another assignment from you.
Hugs & kisses,
Mika
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Postscript:
Please note that this is not fiction. This is a true account of a Mika’s activity in carrying out an assignment given to her by the woman to whom she has given some control of her sex life: her cyber mistress, Mistress Susan.
I encourage readers to offer their own suggestions about what assignments might be appropriate for Mika or her sisters in the Sorority. I cannot guarantee that suggestions will be accepted, but if they fit the needs of a sister and are used in her development, you will be offered a chance to be publicly recognized for your contribution. You will also have the satisfaction of seeing a woman carry out your wishes for your enjoyment..
Susan

I was so happy. I hadn’t been in love for so very long, and I was beginning to feel as though I wasn’t loveable.
But, Rachel made me so happy. Her eyes expressed such happiness and joy and her way, her colourful character, was like a child - full of craziness, adventure, but beauty.
How we met? It wasn’t special. I was working for a moving company, and she happened to be our client. When I first saw her, I was mesmerized at her face and I remember feeling an ache in my gut - thinking I would never be with this woman. It’s that feeling you get when you realize not every woman can be yours. It hurts.
I was the leader of the moving team and my guys would look to me to protect our honour. What honour? Oh shit. Moving men get know respect…none at all. And I’m not talking about hi, how are you, or we loved your work so here’s a twenty..
No, people dump on moving men like they belong to them. It’s awful and when you get home at night, it hurts really badly.
But not Rachel. Right from the start, she looked at all of us in the eyes and spoke to us like we were all on one level. After meeting her at her old place, all the guys were convinced that she was in love with them.
but I knew she was in love with me.
It was 12 midnight when we got everything off the truck at Rachel’s new place. We were 200 miles from home, 50 miles away from a hotel and none of us had an oz. worth of strength to move.
“Ha, Guys why don’t you sleep here”, Rachel said. “There’s lot’s of room.”
The guys figured this seemed right and respectively and thankfully went off to find a room for themselves.
So it was just me and Rachel left awake.
“So”, she says to me, “so, interested in doin what you’re interested in doin’?”
I knew it wasn’t worth the usual, “oh what do you mean, I ain’t thinking nothin’?” She knew, and she was right.
I stood up and walked over to where Rachel was sitting, on a swinging bench on her front porch. I bend over, picked her up and carried her into her bedroom.
She loved my sweat on her body. My arms, chest, stomach, shoulders were popping out from my workout moving her credenza, chesterfield, fridge and what seemed like a thousand boxes filled with books.
She licked my chest and tasted my sweat. Her delicate, my god, long fingers drew a line down to my nipple and she squeezed me, and then sucked me.
I let her down on the bed, and she writhed her body backward to her pillow. Her legs were glistening with sweat and I could see her white panties exposed, consciously.
Her straps fell down her shoulders. She was wearing a halter. Her breasts were small, but smiled at me and I figured be’ in on her, they had had an interesting life.
Rachel sat up and reached for my buckle. She ripped it open and like a bat out of hell, unzipped me and pulled down my jeans. I was hard as a rock, and she just leapt right in and started to suck my cock.
Her clothes fell away from her. Don’t ask how. I began to pray to God, for the first time in years, thanking her for bringing me the shapeliest beautiful ass I had ever seen.
I was breathing hard. My back was pushed up against the wall and my arms were holding onto the bedposts for dear life. She sucked me like she was #1 cocksuckerin the world. She had been crowned as Miss Universe cocksucker - I was certain, and here she was taking her victory suck.
my cock was down her mouth. I couldn’t see it. where are you, I yelled in my head. My balls were up against her chin and I laughed because she looked like she had a pair of nuts growing out of her.
She laughed to. I think she bit me. Rachel would stroke me and suck, stroke me and suck. She would stop at the base of my cock, and then go for a summer ride up the shaft, and remove her mouth entirely.
“Please”, I begged. “Please, suck me.” I was crying. She was a goddess and I couldn’t take not having her in my presence. I was aching to have her lips, her teeth, her pallet, and her throat - in charge of my pack.
I wanted to empty myself so badly. “Please”, I yelled. she smiled and like a good mistress began to take care of her slave, once again.
My cock was too hard. I was scared. My balls were so bunged up that there was barely room for my sperm in there. I was slippery from her spit and my veins popped out of me, out of my neck, out of my cock.
And then I began to muster up the moment I had come for. Deep down in my brain, a message went out to my body that soon a friend will join us - an orgasm.
I took a moment to consider my luck in being visited by such a lovely thing. And I saluted - in my head.
My stomach and my loins met with a similar feeling of ecstasy. For you who are not men - a male orgasm starts weeks before one actually cums. It begins when a man feels that the horny capsule has broken open inside of him. He thinks, and thinks, and plays with himself and thinks about any single women he has ever met.
Once I fucked 45 women in a weekend. Each one of them different. Each one of them from a different place -where I had met them. They were all there for me and mostly, they wanted me so badly.
Tonight, my loins were meeting my gut, meeting my brain, meeting the tips of my fingers and toes and my cock.
Welcome, I shouted. Welcome you holy orgasm. And with that I shot firemen hoseful of semen into Rachel’s mouth, a vessel of my happiness.
For perhaps two hours, I continued to shoot my semen into her. Two, three h ours. The calendar date had changed.
I was worried that my cock was shooting out more than just semen. Maybe I was so excited, that my ejaculations grabbed other internal organs and were squishing them into cum.
Oh god. I finally stopped. I slid down the wall and I bathed in my sweat, which had developed into a pool on the floor.
She crawled on top of me and I kissed her and hugged her and told her how I will never forget her. She is so special and I was honoured just to spend a little time with her.
The next morning me and the guys, moved on. I came back the next day. And on Wednesday, the next day - we were married!!

The phone ringing startled me. When I picked it up, I was pleased to hear Suzanne’s voice on the other end, asking me if I would like to go shopping this afternoon. Usually, my afternoons with Suzanne centered around me blistering her bare bottom in my apartment in a variety of positions, so I agreed, looking forward to an afternoon out. She was happy I had agreed and added that it would be nice to spend some time together looking at ‘things’ instead of my shoes from being across my lap. She told me to meet her out front at 1pm and hung up the phone.
When I arrived out front, Suzanne called to my from a limo parked to the right of the driveway. When I got close to the car, she got out of the car and came up to greet me. She was dressed in a skimpy mini-skirt, a black satin blouse and high?heeled shoes. After she greeted me, she told me that her husband had told her that as a reward for being good, she could use the limo and go shopping in style. After she kissed my cheek in a sign of approved excitement, she took my arm and led me back over toward the limo.
As I reached for the door handle, she grabbed my hand and said, “No, I’ll take care of that. This is the best part of having the limo at my disposal. With that, she yelled, “Driver…we are waiting for you to come an do our service.”
The driver got out and approached the rear of the car. He was a handsome man in his early twenties. He was dressed appropriately and with a smile, reached and opened the door for us. He waited for us get in, and then he closed the door.
“Isn’t it great having someone to wait on you,” said Suzanne.
‘You know, we could have opened the door ourselves…just because he is nice enough to drive us, doesn’t mean we have to take advantage of him.”
“Oh it’s ok…he will do whatever I tell him to do,” said Suzanne.
‘I’m just saying that you needn’t be rude, just because he is your driver.’
The car pulled out and we set out on our shopping adventure. I commented to Suzanne that she was dressed a bit revealing, having noticed her bare bottom peeking out when she leaned forward to give directions on where we needed to start shopping. She replied that today was her day and that she could do whatever she wanted to do.
We spent most of our day at the malls and boutique shops, but Suzanne’s attitude made it seem like it had been several hours. She was full of herself and let everyone know about it. Sensing my quiet mood, she asked why I seemed so down. I told her I was not used to being around someone who had no regard for other’s feelings quite the way she had. Additionally, I did not think it was very lady-like to go to shoe stores with the sole purpose of flashing my bare pussy at the clerks who were providing service.
After I said my piece, she decided that we should go for a drive and pulled her cell?phone out and called Matt, our driver. ‘We are through. So you’d better be out front in 10 minutes to pick us up.’
Once we were in the car, Suzanne proceeded to bark out orders on where to turn and how fast to drive and made several off-key remarks about Matt’s ability to drive, as we made our way to the other side of town. After barely avoiding being hit when she yelled out to turn at the last minute, she leaned forward and told Matt that he was very close to losing his job with driving skills like that. As she said this, she was leaning forward on the seat right behind the window. Seeing her bare bottom and listening to her insolence, I reacted by telling Matt to stop the car, while bringing my hand down on Suzanne’s vulnerable bottom with a sharp smack. She yelped at the surprise while Matt pulled over.
I asked Matt to step out of the car so I might have a word with Suzanne in private. After he left the car, I told Suzanne that it was obvious why her husband insist that I beat her bare ass every day…it was an attempt to teach her better manners. I told her that I was tired of her being rude and arrogant and that she had crossed the line. I told her that she would regret asking me to come shopping with her today and to remain in the car while I spoke with Matt in private.
After getting out of the car, I walked around to the other side so I could speak with Matt. I apologized to him for her rude behavior and told him that her actions deserved to be punished and that I was going to do just that. I told him that I was going to let him decide when Suzanne had been punished enough, but if he could say ‘no’ three times, that I would give him a reward. Having said that, I asked him get back in the car.
Back inside the car, we rolled the privacy window down and I told Suzanne that her actions had earned her a spanking and since she had been rude to Matt, that he was going to witness her spanking. She started to protest, but when she saw the look on my face, she stopped in her tracks. I told her to lie across my lap and we would get this over with. She did what I asked. Once over my lap, I peeled up her mini skirt, revealing her bare bottom. I could tell that Matt was very intrigued and wondered if he was going to be able to last through three punishments.
I did not discuss anything with Suzanne…just began spanking her upturned bottom. My hand made contact with each globe of her ass in a steady rhythm for at least 5 minutes. She was aware of her audience, so she tried to keep quiet and professional…but after my hand established a routine, she lost her composure and began begging and kicking, promising that she would be good.
After 5 minutes, I told her to lean forward and apologize to Matt for being rude and ask him if he was satisfied with the degree of her punishment. As she leaned forward, her glowing bottom looked angry and swollen. She asked Matt if he was satisfied and apologized…but he said that he was not. Her face clouded as she realized that her punishment was not through. She sat back, but I grabbed her and flung her over my lap again. Before she knew what was happening, her spanking had begun again, but this time with Mr. Fuller.
I have to hand it to Matt. He was taking this in pretty good. His boss’ wife was naked and lying across another woman’s lap in the back seat getting her bottom positively blistered with a hairbrush while he watched. He watched Suzanne scream and beg for mercy…twist and kick, slobber and cry. I beat her bare bottom like a drum until her ass was literally on fire. When I stopped, it glowed on its own. She immediately reached back and clasped her hands to it, trying to rub the sting out. I told her to ask Matt again. She was blubbering like a baby but managed to choke out the words…crying and apologizing for being bad and rude.
Again, Matt said that it was not enough.
She screamed out that she couldn’t take anymore and to please say it was okay. She told him that he didn’t know me and that I would really roast her behind if he didn’t help her. Seeing on his face that it was no use. She sat back towards her seat.
I told Suzanne to get out of the car and fetch me a half dozen tree branches so I could switch her bare bottom. She cried and pleaded with me not to, but I told her that I would do it outside the car if she didn’t hurry. She asked if she could pull her skirt down and I told her to take it completely off. She wailed in protest, but when I picked up my brush again, she hurried to take it off and scamper out of the car. It was quite a sight, seeing her look around, then rush around to find the branches, while her bright red ass was on display. She soon returned with the branches and I told her to lean forward and place her hands on the partition between Matt and herself. I told her to count the blows and to make eye contact with him. Then, I proceeded to thrash her ass and legs.
I made her count 10 strokes with her crying and screaming each time. Then I told her she didn’t have to count anymore. She thought that her punishment was over and was in the middle of asking Matt if it was enough, when I lit into her backside. I switched her bare ass for 3 full minutes, while she grasped the partition and cried. At the end of the switching, she was shrieking and begging, her head hung down while she sobbed. She grabbed Matt’s shoulder when she pleaded with him.
I broke the scene by telling her to get out and for Matt to join us outside. She looked at me quickly, but scampered to get away from me before I changed my mind. I got out behind her and she pressed her blistered ass against the coolness of the car while I outlined what was going to happen now. I told Matt that her husband had a way of making sure that Suzanne understood that her behavior was out of line. Then, I asked Suzanne if she knew what she had to do. She started crying and begging for me not to make her do this. I told her to get on with it and drop to her knees.
She looked to me with a questioning look and I told her to unzip Matt’s fly and suck him good…making sure he was as wet as she thought he would need to be to fuck her ass. She immediately dropped to her knees and took Matt in her mouth. After slobbering on his dick, I told her to get up, open the door and get on her hands and knees on the seat. Then, I told Matt to get behind her and fuck her ass…being sure to ream her out well like her husband always does.
With that, Matt took over. He put his cock against his employer’s wife’s rosebud and pushed his head through. Once through, he shoved the rest of his dick into her ass. He grabbed her hair and began pumping in and out of her ass. It was quite a sight…seeing a grown woman being sodomized in broad daylight, in her own car, from the hired help, displaying her blistered bottom. Matt rode her for at least 5 minutes, before depositing his load deep in her rectum. Once he stopped, he stepped back from Suzanne, leaving her bare red ass sticking out of the car. I walked up and slapped her ass, making her jump, and told her to get her clothes back on.
Like I said in the beginning, what an afternoon adventure it was!

Hello again! I thought I would tell you about another recent adventure as Jamie. As you may know from reading my other stories, I love to crossdress and be used by strangers. I’m very submissive and especially good at giving a wonderful blowjob (or so I have been told by men after they have unloaded their hot cum into my mouth or on my face. I love to feel the slight twitching of a man’s cock in my mouth as he starts to cum, spurting the thick salty cream I love so much onto my tongue where I hold on to the hot cream for a little bit and then let it run down my chin and onto whatever slutty top I might be wearing right then. Sometimes its satin, sometimes cotton, but usually a stretchy, slutty lace or microfiber minidress that I am in when I am going down on a strangers’ cock.
A few weeks ago, it was late at night and I was very horny — it was about a 40 minute drive to the adult bookstore that has gloryholes near where I live and I wasn’t sure I could hold out that long. I really was aching to have a cock in my pretty lipsticked mouth as soon as possible.
Lucky for me there is a highway rest stop near where I live, about 10 minutes drive away. So I started to get myself ready by taking a shower, shaving all over and putting on some heavy makeup — bright pink eyeshadow, heavy mascara and eyeliner, and bright red glossy lipstick. Some bright red blush on my cheeks finished the makeup.
I slipped into some hot pink fishnet stockings and attached them to a hot pink and white garter belt with cute little bows. Next I put on my pink satin push up bra with some silicone inserts giving me about a 36B cup size. I pulled on a tiny hot pink thong with cute white daisy prints on it and then a super short frilly pink skirt. 5 inch patent white heels came next and a hot pink satin button down shirt completed the outfit. Finally I put on a light brown shoulder length wig, tied into pigtails with pink gingham bows. I was ready to go….
It was just after midnight when I pulled into the rest area. There were a few cars here and there and about 15 semi trucks parked in the darker area toward the back. There was some light from some streetlights that covered the area in an orange fluorescent glow. It seemed pretty quiet around and as I pulled my car slowly around the rest area I found a spot about 50 yards or so from where the rows of semi trucks were parallel parked and about 100 yards from the men’s bathroom. I noticed a few cars every now and then cruising through the rest area, I’m sure they were being driven by horny men looking for late night release — at least I was hoping so…..
I parked my car and turned off the lights. Since I had driven over dressed up as Jamie, I didn’t have any other clothes at all except that slutty pink satin top and miniskirt outfit with the white patent heels. I intentionally parked in an area where the car would be in the dark but in order to get to the restroom or to the trucks I would have to walk across open space that was well lit. Being seen as the whore that I am turned me on and my cock was already straining against my tiny thong panties. I could feel a small wet spot starting from my leaking precum and I knew soon that my panties would be soaked from my excitement.
Just to make things interesting, I had brought a set of steel handcuffs with a key. I had some special plans for the handcuffs and was getting even harder by the second thinking about it. I put them in my hot pink purse that also carried my makeup in case I needed to touch myself up for the strangers that were soon to be my lovers.
I decided to try my luck in the restroom first — there was a row of trees behind it that was very dark and I thought I might look there as well. As I got out of my car and closed the door, just then a car was coming by — slowly cruising. Even though it was dark, I could see the driver checking me out as he slowly rolled by. I swung my hips like a slutty streetwalker as I pretended to ignore him and kept going toward the restroom. It seemed like an hour before I got there even though it was only a few minutes. I was so excited to be out in the open like this.
As I walked up to the restroom I noticed it was nearly pitch black inside. I walked in and immediately bumped into someone I couldn’t see because my eyes had not adjusted to the light yet. he didn’t say anything just looked me over for a second and put his hand on my shoulder, pushing me down onto my knees. I could barely see that his cock was already out and semi-hard. He was about 5 ft 10, Hispanic, and about 25 pounds overweight — but that didn’t matter to me. I dropped to my knees without any resistance as he held the base of his cock and shoved it into my mouth.
My back was almost against the wall when he started thrusting harder and deeper into my slutty mouth. I moaned in pleasure as he filled me up, the head of his wonderful cock brushing the back of my throat on deep thrusts. I looked up at him with my big brown eyes as he grabbed my pigtails and started thrusting harder. About ten seconds later, as I was making love to his cock with my mouth he made one big push that put the head of his cock so far back in my throat that I started to gag. I tried reflexively to move back a little but his strong hands held my head where it was as I felt his cock head swell and then start to twitch and his cum started pouring out of his cock into my mouth. It must have been awhile since his last time cumming because I could feel long ropey spurts of his thick cum continuing to pour out of his cock. It was wonderful and I greedily swallowed it as fast as he gave it to me.
His cock finished twitching and unloading and eventually he pulled out of me, pulled his pants up, and walked out without saying a word. There I was, dressed like a cheap whore on the floor of a men’s restroom at a freeway rest stop after midnight. Cum was leaking out of the sides of my mouth as I gathered it up with my fingers and rubbed it all over my face. I love how fresh cum tastes and smells — it makes me very horny.
Having gotten what I wanted from the restroom, I touched up my makeup and walked back outside into the glow of the streetlights. Just then the guy in the car that was checking me out when I walked to the rest room rolled by again. Again, he didn’t stop, just kept watching me as I walked into the lighted parking lot with my little skirt swinging from side to side like a cheap slut. I wanted more cock.
I walked over to the row of semis parked toward the back of the rest area. It was a little darker there and I got very excited thinking about pleasuring a few truckers. The clicking of my heels on the pavement was loud enough to draw attention, which was exactly what I wanted.
I put on my best sexy walk and walked right down the line of trucks in front of the cabs so that I would be in full view of the drivers if they were looking for some late night action. I got about halfway down the row of trucks when one of them flashed their running lights on and off. I took that for a signal to get my attention and I sashayed over to that cab. Sure enough as I got there the trucker opened the cab and motioned me in, so I gladly climbed up the steps, feeling the cool evening air on my ass under my miniskirt.
He was middle aged, white and apparently had been getting ready for some action tonight because he was rubbing an obvious bulge in his pants. “You aren’t a cop are you?” he said to me. I just smiled and reached over to unbutton his pants. I think he understood then that I wasn’t and he was sure when I had freed his cock and I leaned over on it and started to blow him. He made gentle moans at first as I licked and sucked his trucker cock. He tasted wonderful, very manly and slightly salty. His smooth hard cock was like it was on fire in my mouth it was so hot and he was so turned on. He told me he loved my pigtails and started to run his hands down my ass as I bobbed up and down on his cock.
He was talking dirty in no time. “Suck my cock you whore” and “take it all you slut cocksucker” were just two of the things he said that turned me on so much. Unfortunately, he was only to be my lover for a short time as he didn’t last much longer, arching his back and moaning as he released about four big thick streams of cum from his cock. The first two went into my mouth and then I pulled off of his cock and started jerking him off. The third spurt traced a line across my face and into my hair and his fourth spurt coated the left side of my nose and under my eye. I was covered in his wonderful cum!
He said “thank you” and asked if I am at that rest stop often. I gave him my cell phone number and told him I would be there for him anytime. He reached into his wallet and gave me a twenty dollar bill for blowing him. I took it and put it in between my breasts, tucked into my pink bra and I smiled at him and licked my lips.
After finishing him off, I let myself out of the cab and walked back along the line of trucks toward the restroom again, hoping for some more action over there. I noticed the car that had been cruising me was parked and that there were actually three guys in the car and not one as I had thought before. I hadn’t noticed the others in the dark.
I entered the dark restroom and let my eyes adjust. I was alone in there. There were two stalls with no doors on them and a couple of urinals along with a couple of sinks. I went over to one of the sinks and opened my purse to touch up my makeup again. After I was done with that, I pulled the handcuffs out and the key. I put the key on one of the metal shelves above one of the sinks and went to the last stall in the restroom furthest from the entrance.
It must have been about 1.30 am when I handcuffed myself to one of the metal brackets that attached the metal wall of the stall to the cinder block wall of the bathroom. There I was, locked into the stall with no door, the key out of my reach. I would have been easy prey for anyone coming into the restroom to use me as they wished. And I loved it…..getting free would depend on a stranger giving me the key to the handcuffs otherwise someone would be coming by during the day to find me dressed like a cheap whore handcuffed to a restroom stall.
Just then I heard a couple of voices outside and my excitement sent a rush of adrenaline through me. It sounded like they were speaking Spanish and there were three of them — the ones from the car that had been cruising me earlier. They had seen me come in here and I’m sure they weren’t there to use the bathroom — at least I hoped not.
It only took a second for them to find me in the last stall. The first one to see me called the others over and they all smiled lustfully as they saw me helpless and handcuffed. They spoke softly in Spanish for a minute — which I didn’t understand — and then two of them came toward me while the third one went to the entrance to keep a lookout I guess.
In a flash both of their cocks were in my face and I started to blow them, making wet sucking noises and alternating from cock to cock back and forth. My right hand couldn’t help because it was limited by the handcuff, but my left hand was furiously jerking off whichever the cocks I wasn’t sucking on at that time.
They kept talking in Spanish, sometimes punctuated by light moans as I sucked their cocks. One of them reached down and started to squeeze my breast. The other one put his hand on the back of my head and shoved it down onto his cock even deeper. His cock wasn’t as long as the first guy I blew in the restroom, so I didn’t gag — just took everything he had to give.
The second guy was starting to really get into it, slapping my face with his cock while I was sucking his buddy and saying things to me in Spanish that I didn’t understand but I knew it was about what a whore I was. I was so turned on by the whole thing I couldn’t stand it and started sucking for all I was worth — my warm, moist mouth working up and down those two cockshafts faster and faster. The one that I was sucking started to let out a low moan and I knew he was about to cum. I pulled my mouth off of that one and started sucking the other one furiously, trying to get them to come together at the same time.
A couple of seconds later I felt one erupt in my mouth and I pointed the other cock I was jerking off at my face and closed my eyes. I felt rope after rope hit my face, running down my eyelids, onto my chin as both of them came all over me. I had cum in my hair, on my face, on my satin blouse, on my miniskirt and some on the floor that I scooped up with my free hand and put into my mouth to swish around before swallowing it.
I looked up at them like a little slut and one of them said something and reached out to help rub the cum on my face around, smearing my eyeshadow and blush. Of course I didn’t care, the sluttier I looked the better. As they zipped up and turned to leave I was recovering from the pounding I took in the mouth and forgot to ask for the key to the handcuffs! I was stuck there and loved the idea of being used again.
In a minute, the two guys I had just blown came back with their third friend. I didn’t notice it at first, but one of them had a dog on a leash with them, it looked like a rottweiler. I didn’t have any time to consider what kind of dog it was because the third guy was obviously horny — his cock was in his hand before he even got to the stall. I moved slightly off of the toilet seat and knelt on the bare concrete floor. I could feel some fluid on the floor when I put my knees down and I knew it was cum — that turned me on so much!
Blowing the third guy was the shortest episode of the evening — he didn’t last three minutes and when he came, he pulled out of my mouth and shot sperm all over my satin blouse. The hot pink satin was covered in dark lines of liquid from the cum that had been shot onto me throughout the evening. He said “thank you” and zipped up and turned away — he obviously spoke English even though he was talking to his buddies in Spanish. I asked him if he could give me the key to the handcuffs and he looked at me strangely — I explained to him that the key was over on the shelf and that I had “forgotten” it there. He smiled knowingly and went to get it.
He brought the key back over, smiled and handed it to me. I licked my lips and undid the handcuffs just as he was leaving. A minute later I heard a car start and drive away — I’m sure it was the men I had just pleasured…..
I got up, got the handcuffs and the key and walked out into the glow of the streetlamps. I started back toward my car, covered in cum, makeup a mess, skirt pulled up, but still walking like a street hooker — heels clicking gently in the evening air.
I got to my car, it was about 2 am. Two good hours of pleasuring others, it was a good night. I hope to be able to do something like this again soon. If I do, I will be sure to write about it.
Hope you liked my story….
xoxoxo Jamie

Chapter 1: Prequel
“You like that, don’t you?”
It was a simple question, and his answer should have been easy to give, because he fucking loved it. But he also hated it. These two things considered, all he could manage was a moan that could have meant anything. Apparently, that was the wrong answer, and it was all the excuse she was looking for.
“What was that, you little cock slut?”
He moaned again as she slowed up the pace, withdrawing the huge member all the way to its head before driving it brutally back in to his aching ass. This was his favorite part of the dance. The impact of that last stroke had been torturously intense, bringing tears of both pain and shame to his beautifully dark brown eyes. Now she was threatening to withdraw it, without quite starting the back stroke and his thighs were shaking. A bead of sweat dropped down the back of his neck and rolled down his spine before trickling down his crack and into the seal between his anus and the vein-covered rubber cock rammed in his ass.
“Huh…I don’t think you’re ready to be fucked yet.”
His shackled arms strained as he tried to look over his shoulder. This wasn’t normal. What the hell?
“Turn around you fucking whore! I hope you’re mouth is half as willing as your ass is.”
With that she reached around him, bending at the waist and putting an intense downward pressure on his ass. The dildo slipped out ever so slightly, less than an inch.
“Oh know you don’t,” she said, pounding her hips back up next to his cheeks and yanking his head violently backwards. His eyes flashed with the pain as his mouth instinctively dropped open from the strain.
He could feel the big dong’s balls slapping slickly up against his own. Then he saw what she had in her hands. It was another dildo, the same size as the one filling his ass. She yanked his head even further back, pulling his hair and making him cry out in pain. As he opened his mouth, she slammed the second dildo in until it slammed into the top of his throat.
He couldn’t breathe! He felt his ass contracting as his gag reflex kicked in, trying to expel the cocks plugging both his throat and anus, but she didn’t budge, and he almost started to panic. It was one thing to allow her to do “whatever she wanted” to him. He’d given her that privilege as a birthday present weeks ago. He never thought she’d take it this far, and he certainly never thought he’d like it so much, but there was his dick, firm as iron and flopping up against his belly in time to her strokes.
Suddenly he shuddered, feeling as if he were finally about to come and get this whole scene over with. Then, nothing but a stream of precum oozed out his cock as he had his first orgasm of the night. She felt this, and started laughing. He felt this and was amazed. Had he just came in his ass or something? He was satisfied in a way, but also even more desperate for release. His mind started to shut down completely.
“Didn’t know you’d like that so much, did you, you little bitch! You’re a regular cock queen aren’t you? You like having so much cock filling you up don’t you?”
Her voice continued to taunt him with a never ending stream of questions he couldn’t hope to answer, even if this cock wasn’t reaming his throat in sync with the one reaming his ass. Finally, as he approached the verge of suffocation, she backed out the cock in his throat just enough to let him breathe again, at the same time withdrawing the cock in his ass until its swollen head was pulling against the tight ring of his asshole. He found himself sucking against the retreating cock in his mouth, even as he clinched the cock in his ass. He found himself whimpering, begging her to continue.
“You know, I think I’m gonna like this almost as much as you are.”
With that she started cramming his throat full of cock, pushing it in until the balls bounced off his chin, over and over again. He could feel his throat stretching painfully as the cock invaded it, even as he could feel his asshole quivering as she pounded it with her strap-on in an ever increasing rhythm of pain and pleasure.
Soon, he was slurping and bucking against the cocks with all of his strength, despite the chains holding down his arms and knees. He started feeling a frenzied craze bubbling up from his stomach and spreading throughout his body.
Suddenly she reached around and slapped his cock on the underside of his cock, right at that crucial point where the head meets the shaft, and he reluctantly went over the edge.
Shot after shot of hot steaming cum blasted from his cock and onto the bed, forming a pool on the comforter’s slick surface as he let out a strangled cry of passion. As he collapsed in a pool of his own cum, he heard her voice as it receded across the room.
“Maybe next time you’ll buy me a REAL gift, you fucking pervert. For now, we’re finished.”
With that she left him chained to the bed, crying softly into his cum-stained sheets. His head was awash with images of what had just transpired, and he wasn’t sure if he was crying from the pain or from the orgasm he’d just experienced. He’d never felt anything as intense as what he’d just felt. As his heart slowed down he rolled over as much as the chains would allow him and fell into a deep but tortured sleep dominated by his girlfriend’s laughing face.

‘Tyson, an Alsatian who was once the family’s pride, now neglected, roaming where he can to scavenge enough food to survive. The rage burning inside him as he sits quietly in the shadows, hearing the human’s muffled screams as the other moves behind her. Sniffing the air, he smells the fear. Something deep inside him senses danger, but with the ‘disease’ taking over, he suddenly smells the death.
The thick white foam forms around his nuzzle as he snarls, the light of the moon reflecting from his clenched teeth. Shuffling on his hind legs, he waits for the right moment to pounce. Feeling the undying itch coursing under the layer of skin standing his fur on end, he charges.
Leaning over to be certain she’s dead, George Stevens waves his hand in front of her dilated pupils. Hearing the sudden rustle of something moving in the near distance, George holds his hands out in front, too slow as the force of the lunging dog forces him back. Sinking it’s razor sharp teeth into his lower lip, he feels the searing pain as the dog jerks its head, tearing the flesh from his face.
Tyson flicks his head sideways, tossing the piece of flesh aside, he growls. The growl coming from deep within, something possessing him as he stands with his paws pressed onto the human’s chest.
Feeling his mouth quickly fill with the sticky warmth of his own blood, George grabs the dog hard, rolling his body so that he’s pinning the mongrel down, it’s teeth savagely lashing at his arms as it tries to break free. As he reaches inside his back pocket producing a knife, he thrusts it into the side of the dog. With a deafening yelp the dog scampers to its feet, disappearing into the black of the night.
Getting to his feet, George hovers over the lifeless body, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he pulls, tearing the sleeve from his shirt. Wrapping it around his face, holding it to his mouth tight as he stumbles blindly towards the vacant parking lot.
* * * * *
The night was balmy. Not the kind of night Norris liked to be out, preferring to be in front of the TV sipping on a good brandy, but that call had changed his plans. The scene, not unlike many others, yet one he’d hoped wouldn’t happen; this being the third homicide this week. Guessing her to be in her early thirties; looking at her supple bosom and toned torso, it was obvious she’d kept herself in shape. Covering her face with the sheet he waits for forensics to arrive, the stream of blood making its way along the road suggesting she’d only been dead a short while.
Jack Norris had been working the case since the first body was found slumped beside the dumpster in Emerson Lane. Being in an upper class part of town it was rare that he was called here, mostly he spent his days investigating the underworld cases on the east side. This one was different. All three bodies had identical markings; they were all naked, and the stocking tightly wound three times around their neck leading him to believe he was dealing with a serial killer. The first two bodies had both been of young, attractive females. Both had a similar physique to that of the Jane Doe laying before him, slim, toned, all three having bodies like that of an athlete. His first assumption had led him to the Spa and Sauna, the uppity gym that many of the locals seemed to haunt. Still with no firm leads, he lights a smoke and inhales, watching as two officers interview a couple of onlookers.
“Hey, Norris, get a load of this,” McNally calls over his shoulder. Poking his tweezers at what appeared at first to be a tongue, but when he flipped it over, it was clearly a piece of lower lip. Holding his hand to his mouth, McNally runs to a nearby bush hurling up his last meal.
Crouching his hefty 6′2 frame, Norris gently picks up the lip with his tweezers, holding it closer to the street light above as he turns it slowly, inspecting the jagged edges, he carefully places it back from where it was found for forensics to examine later. As the police cordon off the area, Jack moves over to the body. Lifting the sheet from her face he looks closely at her vacant stare. Her blood drenched hair splayed out to one side, the stream turning a dark shade of crimson as it begins to dry.
“Hey, McNally, over here.” As he approaches, Norris slips on a glove. “Notice anything strange about that blood?” he asks, gently moving her face to the side. The pool of blood starting inches away from her skull suggesting that maybe it isn’t from any wound, but could possibly be that of her killer’s or even another victim. “Have forensics check for DNA. I need the results on my desk ASAP.”
“Sure, Jack.” Pulling the sheet back over her face, McNally looks at Norris. “Any leads yet?”
“Nothing yet.” Pulling himself to his feet, Jack shrugs. “It looks like our man is getting sloppy, so hopefully forensics can help shed some light for us. That lip has to belong to somebody, I’m hoping the test results will point us in the right direction. Get the boys to do a check of all the hospitals in the area, see what they can come up with.”
* * * * *
Crouching by the edge of the water, Jordan Carter watches fascinated as his paper boat floats with the gentle current. Being mid June, Lake Conroe abuzz with the happy sounds of campers, campsites littered throughout the woods as the holiday makers make the most of the warm Summer sun. Oblivious to the squeals around him as a line of children take it in turns to swing out from the rope, releasing as they splash into the chilly waters of the lake, he blows gently on the boat’s makeshift sails, sending it spiraling as it moves along the shore.
Hearing a soft rustling stirring from the bush behind him, Jordan forgets his boat momentarily as he cocks his head to the side and moves curiously toward the sound. The small shiny black nose visible from the undergrowth, Jordan holds out his hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over his middle and index fingers.
“Here little fella,” he coos. “I won’t hurt ya.”
In a blinding second, the raccoon lunges, sinking it’s teeth deep into his finger. The ear piercing scream silencing the lake as everyone looks to see from where it came.
* * * * *
Resting his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray, Norris runs his hand through his hair. Just as he’d thought, the DNA from that of the blood matched perfectly with remnant of lip. ‘There still may be another victim,’ he thinks as he reads through the report. Slapping the back of his hand