The Big Black Bed
Well you never would have thought, Irvine Linaker thought, staring at the innocuous redbrick building. He paid the taxi driver, waited until the man drove off and then walked up to the corner entrance.
This was a nice neighbourhood. Further down the street he saw people, mainly old blood socialites, queuing up outside the Colonial Theatre. Looking the other way he saw the respectable stone façade of the Downington Hotel.
Linaker walked up a short flight of stone stairs and pressed a buzzer. A weather-beaten gargoyle looked down on him with a disapproving gaze.
“K.T. Exotics, how may I help you?” a voice crackled back at him, the sultry tones still clear despite the distortion.
“Councilman Irvine Linaker,” he replied.
Linaker heard the bolts click back as the door unlocked. A buzzing sound prompted him to enter.
Linaker looked up at the gargoyle, winked and then walked through the door. On the other side was a plain corridor. To Linaker’s right a small flight of steps led down to a small room. A group of rough looking men were playing cards around a table strewn with beer bottles and submerged beneath a thick pall of cigarette smoke. One of the men got up from the table and led Linaker to a lift at the end of the corridor.
“Fifth floor,” the man said, closing the door behind Linaker.
Linaker felt a familiar tingle of excitement as he pressed the button and waited for the lift to rattle up to the fifth floor. This was the first time he’d visited this particular establishment and he was eager to find out if the snippets and rumours he’d heard were true. Nervously, he ran a hand through his short salt and pepper hair. He fiddled with his expensive silk tie.
The lift opened and warm air rushed in like a wave. The heat was a marked contrast to the cold of the first floor. Linaker felt like he’d been enfolded in a velvet glove. The air carried the exotic scents of strong perfume, sweat and a musky undercurrent of sex.
A tall, beautiful blonde girl greeted Linaker. She wore a black fishnet bodystocking that covered very little of her bronzed flesh. The voluptuous curves of her body radiated a raw, animalistic sex appeal.
“Welcome to the Succubus Boudoir, Councilman Linaker,” she said with a melodious clipped accent. “We’ve been expecting you.”
“A pleasure,” Linaker replied. He possessed enough class to stare straight into her emerald eyes even though he longed to let his gaze linger over the luscious curves of her body. She was stunning, and Linaker was a man used to the company of beautiful women.
“Follow me,” the girl said. “Mr Koontz has arranged for the VIP room to be at your disposal.
VIP, Linaker smiled. Exactly as it should be.
The walls were upholstered in soft black velvet and lit with an intimate red glow. Linaker’s attention was caught by the paintings on the wall. They looked like the usual erotic depictions of kinky sex acts, but when Linaker looked more closely he realised the girls weren’t human. They possessed horns, tails, wings and even cloven hooves.
“Unusual paintings,” Linaker commented. He couldn’t work out whether the demons’ attentions were causing their victims pain or pleasure.
“Mr Koontz is a man of eclectic tastes,” the girl replied.
“So I see,” Linaker said. He’d heard rumours about that as well.
The girl took Linaker through a thick black curtain and into an open room. A brightly lit drinks bar curved out from the far wall. A girl with the lithe body of a professional dancer slowly gyrated around a long metal pole. Men in expensive suits sat on plush leather sofas, their arms around beautiful girls in revealing outfits. They didn’t pay any notice to Linaker. Their attentions were either captivated by the girls next to them or by the girl dancing on stage. Linaker was not surprised. He was astounded by how beautiful the girls were.
Where had Koontz found them all?
“We only employ the best staff,” the blonde said. She directed Linaker through another heavy drape and into a corridor lined with doors upholstered in plush red leather.
One of the doors opened and Linaker was confronted by a slim redhead wearing tight leather and a black mask. She smiled seductively before walking past in the direction of the bar. Linaker stole a glimpse into the room she’d exited as he carried on down the corridor. He saw a balding man imprisoned in stocks in the centre of the room. Two women wearing dominatrix outfits dripped molten candle wax onto his naked body.
“We cater for all tastes,” the blonde girl said.
“My predilections run more to the vanilla,” Linaker said. “I’m afraid you’ll probably find me to be quite boring.”
The corridor terminated in a door. The blonde unlocked it.
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” the blonde said. “Our staff are very proficient at anticipating their client’s desires…” She glanced back at him, her eyes twinkling. “…and discovering new ones.”
She pushed the door open.
“Here we are. The VIP room.”
Linaker’s attention was immediately drawn to the bed. It was enormous. It was perfectly round and maybe eight feet across. There were no sheets he could see; instead it was covered in a smooth, black material that gleamed with a glossy sheen in the dim light. Latex or PVC? Linaker wondered. Very kinky either way. Fixed to the ceiling above the bed was a circular mirror almost as wide as the bed itself.
“Very nice,” Linaker commented. Like the rest of the club, the walls and ceiling were upholstered in soft black velvet. The thick carpet beneath his feet was also black. Old fashioned lava lamps illuminated the room in a soft red glow.
Definitely VIP, Linaker thought. He could see himself having a lot of fun in here.
The blonde showed him through into an immaculately clean and well lit en-suite. “You can shower here,” she said. “If you’d like to get undressed, your girl will be along shortly.”
“I don’t get a choice?” Linaker said, taking off his jacket.
“Mr Koontz insisted it should be a surprise,” the blonde girl smiled.
“A pity,” Linaker said. “I was hoping it would be you.”
The girl’s lips spread wide in a smile and she kissed him lightly on the cheek. “I’m sorry honey. I’m already booked. Maybe next time.”
“You could always pop by and join us later once you’re finished,” Linaker smiled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I can make it worth your while.”
“I think you’ll be kept more than occupied as it is,” the blonde laughed. She blew him a kiss before leaving him alone in the room.
More than occupied, Linaker thought as he unbuttoned his shirt. What did she mean by that? Two girls? Three girls? Or maybe one little firecracker to really get his rocks off?
Linaker was impressed. He’d heard Koontz had a reputation for greasing palms, but this club was something else. The room, especially the bed, looked extremely opulent. The girls he’d seen so far had all been stunningly beautiful. Koontz sure knew how to run an exclusive club.
Best of all, it was completely free, gratis, complements of the house, and all the rest. Bribery was such a crude word. Linaker was a public servant. His job was to snip away the red tape that bedevilled the average hard-working businessman. If those businessmen then chose to give him gifts, then that was a nice gesture on their part and in no way or form payment for services rendered.
Koontz ran a nice club. It was a shame Linaker was going to give him a complete and utter butt-fucking.
Linaker showered and checked out his body in the bathroom mirror as he towelled it dry. Still in good shape, he thought. The paunch around his midriff grew a little each year, but it wasn’t standing out yet. His upper body was a little smoother nowadays, but the muscles underneath were still clearly visible.
Not bad at all, he thought.
His phone rang and Linaker picked it up in annoyance. He thought he’d told the office he wasn’t to be… ah, it was Kate, his youngest daughter.
“Hiya Sweet Pea. How’s my favourite princess?” he answered.
“Hi Daddy. Mommy wants to know when you’ll be home.”
“Oh I’m sorry Sweet Pea. Daddy had to stay behind at the office to do some really important work this evening. Can you tell Mommy I’m going to be late?”
“Okay Daddy.”
“Your Daddy loves you very much Sweet Pea.”
“Yes Daddy. I love you too.”
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Linaker switched off the phone and tossed it onto the counter. He looked at himself in the mirror and brushed a hand through his salt and pepper hair. He walked back into the main room.
He supposed he just waited now.
He put a hand on the bed. The surface was unusual to touch. It was smooth like rubber, but also soft and warm.
Very kinky.
He dived backwards onto the bed and was surprised when it didn’t rock or sway beneath him. He would have sworn it was a waterbed, but there wasn’t any movement. Instead he just sank a little into the luxuriously soft mattress. It was very comfortable. The surface had been impregnated with some kind of perfume and the musky aroma surrounded him as he lay back on the smooth surface.
Where had his girl got to? he thought.
He looked up in the mirror. It looked like he was floating in a pool of oil. His pale flesh stood out against the black all around him.
Linaker lay back and smiled. Nights in exclusive brothels, kickbacks, getting his cock cleaned by gorgeous girls; he sure loved the perks of his job. The moral pygmies could go fuck themselves. Linaker knew what he wanted from life.
He knew what Koontz wanted as well. It was a shame Linaker had already granted planning permission for the new lakeshore entertainment complex to a consortium from Vegas. For a very nice sum indeed as it happened. It was unfortunate. Linaker didn’t intentionally want to fuck Koontz over; the game just rolled that way sometimes.
Koontz was a new player. He’d get over it. And if this girl, if she ever showed up, was good then next time Linaker would shunt Koontz up the list.
That was the game and the house, or rather City Hall, always won. Linaker wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Linaker heard a soft sigh. He sat up and looked around the room. There was no one he could see.
Must be one of the neighbouring rooms, he thought as he lay back down on the bed. It really was comfortable, Linaker thought. He’d have to find out where they got it from. He lay back and looked up at his reflection. He looked like he was suspended in space. He relaxed on the bed, feeling all of the day’s tension slowly drain from his muscles.
If his girl didn’t show up soon she was going to find him fast asleep.
Something rubbed against his shoulder blades.
Linaker sat up in surprise. He heard a feminine giggle. It was close enough that it had to be in the room, but he couldn’t identify the source.
Was someone playing a joke on him?
He lay back down.
The bed was definitely moving. It felt like hands were pushing up and rubbing against his back, shoulders and neck. It was odd, but Linaker didn’t jump up or move out of the way this time. He lay back and basked in the feeling as the movements massaged his whole body. It was extremely relaxing.
He really had to find out where they’d got this bed from.
Linaker heard a soft moan.
Where was it coming from?
The bed suddenly began to push up between his legs. He looked down and watched in amazement as a bulge slowly grew out of the surface of the bed. The rubber surface glistened in the dim red lights.
Incredible! His girl was actually in the bed itself. He watched as the growing bulge resolved itself into the head of a beautiful girl. The soft rubber material stretched over her high cheekbones and then carried on down to cover her neck like a second skin.
Linaker’s legs slipped further apart as her shoulders rose up out of the bed. He watched as the rubber stretched outwards over the slopes of her breasts.
This was fantastic, Linaker thought. He’d heard rumours that Koontz ran a special place, but he’d never expected a show like this. He wasn’t even sure of what he was seeing.
How had they got her into the bed? How could she even breathe?
And the covering. What kind of material was it? It stretched to cover her skin so perfectly it looked like she’d been painted with a thin sheen of black oil.
How did it wrap around her arms like that?
Best not to think about it, Linaker thought. Why spoil the magic. He smiled with delight as the swellings of her breasts came into view. The rubber stretched tightly over them and Linaker could see the points of her erect nipples pushing out against the material.
“That’s some entrance,” he said.
The girl’s full lips twisted up in a smile.
Linaker couldn’t get over how skin-tight her rubber costume was. It had to be a costume, he realised. There must have been a trick to how the bed opened up; deceiving his eyes into thinking she was pushing through the surface. Her costume clung so tightly to her body it actually looked like it was her skin.
“Normally I’m a vanilla kind of guy,” Linaker said, “but you’ve definitely put me in the mood to try out some new flavours tonight.”
She leaned over him and rubbed one smooth gloved hand up his side while her other hand crawled into his crotch and played with his cock.
She was talented, Linaker thought. How could she even see him? There were no eyeholes in the rubber that he could see. It covered her eyeballs as tightly as it covered the rest of her body.
Extremely talented, Linaker amended. He gasped as he felt her hand smoothly pump his cock. His erection swelled within her grip and she skilfully teased and squeezed his flesh. Her other hand roamed up and down his side, tickling and caressing. It crawled across his chest and gently tweaked his nipple.
Linaker lay back and watched her in the mirror. He gazed at the reflection of her smooth back as it flowed and swelled into the rounded curves of her buttocks. Her body was absolutely perfect. He tried to find the opening from which she’d risen, but there was none that he could see. To his eyes it looked like she’d flowed up out of the substance of the bed itself.
“There is something we want from you,” she said, her voice a throaty whisper.
“So it’s straight to the negotiations then,” Linaker smiled. “I know what you want as well. What are you prepared to do to get it?”
“I can be very persuasive,” she continued. She rose up higher from the surface of the bed until Linaker saw the folds of her vagina. They were sheathed in the same glistening black rubber as the rest of her body. He wondered how deep the rubber extended inside her. It seemed quite deep. He watched her push a finger between her labia. There was no opening that he could see. No hint of pink flesh. Inside her pussy Linaker saw the same gleaming black rubber that covered the rest of her body.
“So I see,” Linaker said. He wondered if he even needed a condom. Her rubber suit seemed barrier enough.
She flowed forward into his lap. That was the best description Linaker could come up with. One moment he was admiring the tight curves of her rubber-covered body and the next she was straddling him, the lips of her pussy kissing the head of his cock. He looked up at her body, watching as her hands stroked and caressed the rubber stretched tightly across her breasts. His cock throbbed with a need to be buried inside her. It had been a long time since Linaker had felt this aroused.
“I think you’ll give us what we need,” she said.
She pushed against him and her lips spread over the fleshy head of his cock. He felt them part around the end of his cock and then slide smoothly down the outside of his shaft. She sank down on his cock until she engulfed the entire length. The rubbery material stretched as he entered her and wrapped snugly around his cock.
Linaker let his head fall back as he sighed in pleasure. He watched her in the mirror as she slowly rose up and down on him. He luxuriated in the sensation as the head of his cock pushed against the stretchy membrane. Her motions generated a suction that pulled against his member. Linaker had never felt anything like it before.
“You’re amazing, my dear,” Linaker gasped. “Your persuasive skills are second to none, but I can’t give Koontz the lakeshore contract. It’s already promised to another interest.”
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The girl paused. “That’s not what I want,” she said. “I want you.” She cupped her full breasts in her hands and closed her eyes in pleasure.
It took Linaker a while to register exactly what was wrong with what he was seeing.
He watched again as her eyelids closed shut over her deep black eyes and then opened again.
It wasn’t skin-tight. It was skin.
Linaker tried to sit up in alarm but the surface of the bed was no longer quite so smooth or firm. He was slowly sinking into the soft mattress and his shoulders and arms were caught in the suction of the slowly liquefying surface.
“I want you deep inside me,” the girl said. She settled on his lap and her substance flowed over his hips and between his legs until his lap was totally engulfed in the formless mass of her lower body. She arched her back and, incredibly, her breasts seemed to expand outwards. Linaker’s cock was gripped by a powerful suction that pulled it deeper into a channel that flexed and pulsed around his flesh. He felt the sticky substance of her body coalesce and surround his balls in a warm jelly.
Linaker tried harder to sit up. He couldn’t move. He felt like he was stuck in quicksand, or a tar pit. The girl watched his struggles and placed a gentle hand on his chest.
“You can’t escape,” she said. “Lie back and enjoy the pleasure.”
“What kind of monster are you?” Linaker said.
“Do I look like a monster?” the girl said. She leant over him and pushed her large breasts together.
“Do I feel like a monster?” Her breasts pulsed and gentle contractions spread through her amorphous body. It was like she was inhaling his cock, pulling it deeper inside her as her flesh teased and squeezed it.
It did feel good.
The bed gently undulated beneath him. Not solid or liquid, but somewhere in between. Linaker was frightened, but some of that fear drained from him as the relaxing motions of the bed massaged his back and shoulders.
Really nice.
She sighed and her breasts pushed out again as she pulled his cock even deeper into her softening body. Linaker was so deep within her he fancied he could feel something akin to her heart beating next to his cock, with only a thin membrane separating his flesh from her gelatinous insides.
“Yes,” the girl sighed.
Linaker squirmed a little in surprise as he felt a soft pseudopod push into his anus. It was too gentle to feel like an intrusion and its motions sent little ripples of pleasure washing through his body. He never would have allowed such an invasion, but now it was actually happening and he was powerless to stop it, he was surprised to find it actually felt sort of… nice.
The pseudopod found a little gland and began to tickle, sending Linaker’s body thrashing in throes of ecstasy. He was completely helpless, a slave to sensation, as her body both sucked against his cock and massaged him from the inside.
“Would a monster make you feel like this?” the girl said softly as she lay down on his body. Her lips glistened with a wet sheen. Her breasts felt sticky as they squashed against his chest.
Linaker grunted inarticulately in reply. Looking up in the mirror he saw her lower body slowly throb around him, sending waves of contraction spiralling up his cock. She had complete control of him. She knew exactly where his point of orgasm lay and kept him gasping at the edge of that threshold.
Within his ass her pseudopod crawled deeper into his body. It oozed through his rectum and slithered gently into his colon. She held him, quivering on the verge of release, as the substance of her body flowed into his digestive tract.
“Absorb me,” she whispered, her dripping lips almost brushing his. “Digest me. Accept me into your body.”
Linaker felt her as she flowed into and filled his intestines. He felt her as he absorbed her into his bloodstream. A blissful, numbing pleasure spread throughout his body. His hands and feet sank into the bed and were enfolded by her soft flesh.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Take my gift and give me yours. Let us become a blissful whole.”
She sat up, her breasts leaving behind sticky black puddles on his chest. She bounced upon him with greater urgency, each downward thrust pushing him deeper down into the soft bed. His cock was sucked even further into her amorphous body and held in place as she massaged it with slow, strong pulses.
Linaker’s spine arched backwards driving his shoulders deeper into the bed. His arms were already engulfed. He couldn’t think. Fiery bursts of pleasure drove all conscious thought from his mind. His body burned with the desire to empty his balls into her gelatinous body. He felt her cells within his bloodstream as they burned with the need to be reunited with their source.
“Yes,” she cried. She loomed above him, eyes closed as her hands clutched her breasts. Narrow rivulets of a black liquid ran down between her fingers as her body lost its cohesion.
Linaker cried back as a monstrous orgasm erupted from his body. He drove his hips deep into her and pumped a large gout of fiery semen right into her heart. The membrane separating his cock from her molten insides melted away, plunging his member right into the hot liquid centre of her body. Semen gushed from his cock in great juddering gouts, filling her body as she filled him.
Her upper body fell across him. She wrapped her arms around him in an embrace and her wet, sticky lips, sweet as sin, crushed against his as she pushed him down into the black depths of the bed. The liquid substance of her body flowed between his lips and entered first his stomach and from there flowed into his bloodstream.
She was melting into him and he into her. His hips continued to buck in an unending orgasm, but even that pleasure was supplanted as her body enfolded and absorbed him completely. Linaker felt himself slowly diffuse into her dark warmth and surrendered to the pleasure. He was hers; body, mind and soul.
The bed murmured with contentment. Its edges softened and it swelled outwards as if stretching, before finally contracting back to its original shape. Gentle little shudders flowed across the surface in waves until finally they too subsided and the bed was once again nothing more than a large, circular bed.
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Later that same night the door opened and the blonde in the fishnet bodystocking entered the room. She was followed by an obese man in a red silk dressing gown. He stared intently at the bed through rose-tinted spectacles.
“Give him up Protelia,” he said softly.
A mournful moan filled the room. Motions started up in the bed as it began to slowly expand and contract. An aperture opened in the side of the mattress and the bed gave a loud sigh as it excreted a jumble of human bones onto the black carpet.
The fat man picked up a skull covered with patches of sticky black ichor. He stared thoughtfully into the empty eye sockets.
A hand pushed out from the bed and, for a brief moment, reached longingly for the skull, before melting back into the glossy black mattress.
The fat man casually threw the skull to the blonde girl.
“Put it in a box with his wallet and mail it to city hall,” he said. “It will serve as a lesson to the others.”
The End
Good Night And Sweet Dreams
Harley Ride
I hear the unmistakeable roar of your Harley as you pull up outside, and I walk out to meet you, “Mmmm,” I think, “Leather jacket, jeans, boots and that lovely long hair!”
I settle myself on the back, and wrap my arms around your body, I don’t need to do that, but it feels nice and we both like it. This time I have something planned, and I smile to myself as we roar off down the street.
Soon we are on the open road, heading towards the coast, the road is straight, and you are careful of the speed.
I slide my hands down and under your jacket, looking for the button on your jeans, I undo it and push down your zipper, feeling your breathing get a little faster as you realise what I am doing.
Your cock is semi firm and so I gently release it from your jocks and begin to stroke it with one hand, while the other one slides up, under your shirt and to your nipples.
Now you are hard, and beginning to squirm on the bike, you slow down and turn on to a side road leading to the beach, we get rid of our helmets as we are going so slow, and I whisper, “Stop for a minute.”
I climb around in front of you, and sit, straddling the petrol tank, you move back a little and l lean forward and take your hard cock in my mouth.
You are still navigating the road, the bike moving slowly along as I run my tongue around the base and then lick my way back to the top.
I begin to suck you now, moving my lips up and down, faster and faster.
I know you are nearly cumming, your breathing is ragged, and you groan at me to stop.
I look up at you, and you kiss me deeply, tasting your precum on my tongue, you bring the bike to a stop, and you tell me, “Take off your jeans, baby.”
I do that willingly and lower my pussy to your hard cock, you are straddled over the bike, I am sitting on your cock.
You move the bike slowly and now we are fucking, the bike bumping over the uneven ground, me holding your shoulders, you thrusting up as I move down.
The feeling is amazing and I begin to moan, as my orgasm overtakes me, you feel my pussy muscles clenching and that sends you over.
You stop the bike and plant your feet on the ground, and thrust up one more time, your tongue dancing with mine as we kiss, you cum in me, your juices spurting and flooding my hot pussy.
Once we have recovered, and put our clothes back in order, we get back on the bike and continue down the road until we come to a secluded beach. I stand and drink in the sight of the ocean, you know how much I love the sea.
We grab the towels and the drinks and off we go, looking for a spot in amongst the dunes, the place is deserted, but not unusual because it is winter.
It is a sunny day but cool, and I think, “No way am I getting wet.”
We drop our stuff and walk down to the water, paddling in it, suddenly I splash you and with a grin I see the water found its target.
“That’s it!” you say, “I’m after you!” and you chase me as I run away.
Soon I am caught and you drag me back towards the sea, as I plead with you not to soak me,
“Too late woman,” you say, and dump me on my back just as a wave comes up.
I grab your foot as you try and run and you fall as well, we both collapse into fits of laughter. You stand and offer me your hand, I take it and you pull me into your arms and kiss me, a lingering deep kiss that leaves me breathless, and wanting more.
“We need to get out of these wet clothes’” you say as we walk back to our towels.
You remove your clothes and I do the same, and we wrap up in the towels, and sit watching the waves.
You turn my head and kiss me again, exploring my mouth with your tongue as you run your fingers through my hair.
We lay back and you push my towel away, then lower your mouth to mine again, I am on fire, my nipples are hard, my pussy is wet and I want you so badly. I can feel your cock hard against me, and I know you are as horny as me.
“I can’t wait’” I say, and I move so my legs are apart and you are between them.
Still kissing me, you slide your dick into me, I am so wet and it goes in so easily I catch my breath as you move, slowly then faster, as I find the rhythm and match your movements. Ripples of pleasure course through my body as I cum again and again, but still it is not enough.
“I want to be on top,” I whisper, so we roll over, still connected and now I am riding your cock, you thrusting up as I push myself down hard, you catch my nipples between your fingers and rub them.
I am cumming again, “This feels so good,” I moan, but you know what I really need so you stop me and tell me to get on my knees,
I do just that smiling as I know now I will get what I crave.
I kneel with my legs apart and you are behind me now, your cock finds my wet hole and you push it all the way in, so deep, then pull almost all the way out, and you keep doing it, driving me to distraction.
I can feel my juices dripping everywhere, you grab my hips and begin to thrust in earnest now, you are almost beyond the point of no return, I reach down and grab your balls, knowing it will send you over the edge, and sure enough you thrust harder and harder.
I feel myself beginning to cum, waves and waves of pleasure coursing through me like electric shocks, I am sobbing with the intensity of it all, then with a final thrust, you are there, your juices filling me as you pump into my body, you moan my name as it just keeps on going and going, then finally we are spent, and we lay down, trying to come back to earth.
The rushing in my ears slows to a gentle noise and I realise it is the sea I can hear.
The End
Meg’s Secret Job
It was during the early evening hours of May 22nd on Spooner Street within the outskirts of the town of Quahog,Rhode Island that a big fat working stiff whose name happens to be Peter Griffin was sitting at the kitchen table with his beloved wife Lois,their three children–teenagers Meg and Chris and little baby Stewie–and their highly-intellegent talking dog Brian and enjoying a wonderful evening meal together before the big guy had looked at the clock on the wall and said,“Wholly crap!Look at the time!I’ve promised Joe to go meet him,Cleveland and Quagmire over at The Drunken Clam to tie one on and try to help Cleveland get over his divorce from the former Mrs. Brown.Daddy will be home soon,Kids.”
“Just don’t forget to keep your promise and don’t overdo it like last time,Peter.",that was what Lois had said to her husband,who had rolled his eyes and said,“Ah,come on,Lois!You know me!I always keep my promises!",before a disbelieving Brian had looked at Peter with his arms crossed and asked,“Oh,really,Peter?Would that be before or after a certain Mayor Adam West had gotten pissed-off at you for taking a piss on his rose garden?",only to have Peter raise both of his hands up and said,“Whoa!Hold on there!That wasn’t my idea in the first place!It was just that the guys had dared me to drink a whole keg of beer and I had no choice but to go through with that dare!”
“Well,Dad.At least,you had only gotten yourself drunk.That way,you don’t have to worry about The Evil Monkey that’s living in your bedroom closet.",that was what Chris had said to his father before Lois had let out a sigh,rolled her eyes and said,“Oh,Chris.How many times do we have to tell you that there’s no such thing as an Evil Monkey in your bedroom closet.",only to have poor Chris turn his eyes toward the kitchen door and notice that a nasty-looking monkey was standing in the doorway with his index finger pointed at the poor overweight kid before leaving the room and causing Chris to sit at that table with the look of sadness on his face.
That was before Meg had suddenly looked at the digital watch on her wrist and said,“I better get going too,Mom.I don’t want to make Michelle and Kelly worry about me.Good night,Mom.",before a small-smiling Lois had recieved a loving hug from her daughter and said,“Good night,Meg.And don’t forget to have fun on your sleepover.“And after Meg had waved ‘goodbye’ to the rest of her family and left the house with her overnight bag filled with clothes and other stuff,a small-smiling Brian had let out a sigh and said,“You know,that really reminds me of my very first sleepover.",only to have an equally-small-smiling Stewie turn his eyes toward the family’s pet pooch and asked,“Oh,really?Was that the same sleepover that you had with a certain blonde dumb-ass bimbo whose name happens to be Jillian?",causing an upset Brian had turned his back towards the smart-mouthed little todler and said,“Go shit yourself,Stewie!”
Meanwhile,as soon as Meg had finally arrived at the local strip bar deep within downtown Quahog,she had stepped into the building through the back door just in time for a beautiful maiden with dark-brown hair and wearing a taxi driver costume to let out a sigh of relief and say,“Oh,Meg!Thank God you had finally been able to get yourself here!Kelly’s halfway done with her routine!",before Meg had placed her overnight bag down a chair,took a soroity girl costume out of it and said,“I’m sorry,Michelle.It’s just that I had to say ‘goodnight’ to my family and make sure that a certain ugly-looking nerd known as Neil Goldman was following me.”
“Well,Meg.To tell you the truth,I really sympathize with you on that.On my way to work,I had to stop at every intersection and quickly turned myself around to make sure that a creepy Glen Quagmire was stalking me.",that was what the taxi driver costume wearing babe whose name happens to be Michelle Slayton had said to Meg,who had let out a small giggle and said,“Well,Michelle.You really don’t have to worry about him tonight.He’s over at The Drunken Clam with my dad,Mister Brown and Mister Swanson.“And after Michelle had rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of relief,a beautiful strawberry-blonde bare-ass naked babe known as Kelly Winslow had stepped into the back room with her firegirl costume in her hands,plopped it on another chair,took a deep breath and said,“I really do hope that Murray keeps on buying costumes for us from Dimout.Com because I really don’t feel like going to the local adult store and try to find it in there!”
And then,after Michelle had taken a deep breath,stepped out of the back room and began dancing and stripping in front of the entire audiance of full-grown adults who had started showering her with cheers and applause,Kelly had sat herself down on a chair,watched Meg change into the soroity girl costume and said,“Say,Meg?Do you mind that we had allowed Jack to come stay with me and Michelle for a little while?",before Meg had rolled her eyes,given that idea some thought and answered,“I don’t see why not.After all,if he’s still as hot as you had described him to be,it would be cool to enjoy living a Jeanna Fine fantasy.”
Then,as soon as the three babes had done their dancing and stripping routines and recieved their pay from the strip bar’s manager,Meg,Michelle and Kelly had left the bar and walked straight over to the apartment building that Meg’s fellow female strippers happen to be living in,where they had stepped inside the apartment and Kelly had looked around the living room,shrugged her shoulders and said,“Maybe he’s sleeping in his room.Too bad.It might be fun for him to show us what he’s going to do to entertain us.",before a small-smling Meg had placed her overnight bag down on the sofa,turned herself towards Michelle and Kelly and said,“Actually,Guys.He’s not the only one who is willing to entertain us.”
And after she had taken one of the CDs out of the bag,placed it inside the CD player and pressed the ‘play’ button,Meg had started shaking each and every part of her body and taking all of her clothes off in front of a smiling and applauding Michelle and Kelly and saying,“Hi,Guys.Wanna spend some dough on me?You know,a hundred bucks will get you a private session.",only to have a handsome blonde male hunk whose name happens to be Jack Ferrell step into the living room in only a stars and stripes pouch,clear his throat and say,“Well,Meg.If you were to ask me,that only depends on what type of private session it actually is.Don’t you agree,Ladies?”
And as soon as he had taken his pouch off to expose his bare-ass naked body in front of the three babes and began stroking his stiff cock right in front of them,a small-smiling Meg had moved her nude body closer to Jack,kissed him ever so passionately on the lips and allowed him to start licking all over her nude body–all the way down to her hot,wet pussy and carressing her firm breasts before both Kelly and Michelle had removed all of their clothes and Kelly had started licking on Michelle’s hot and steamy cunt and carressing her stiff mounds just in time for Meg to place her hands on Jack’s bare shoulders and say,“Aaaahhhh,yeeeessss!That’s it!Do it,Jack!Touch me!Touch me there!Suck my wet pussy dry!Aaaahhhh!”
Then,after she had allowed Jack to move himself closer to the two lesbian lovers and place his stiff cock inside Kelly’s asshole and his hands on Michelle’s bare shoulders,Meg had started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot,moist snatch and carressing her own tits with the other hand before she had moved herself closer to the three bi-sexual lovers and allowed Jack to start licking on her cunt and Michelle to start sucking on her tits,causing the young and beautiful James Woods Regional High School student to suddenly realize that she was able to enjoy each and every minute of experiencing the one thing that she had been unable to experience with any of her male fellow high school students with the exception of Neil which happens to be pure and untamed sexual pleasure.
That was before they had laid their nude bodies down on the floor just in time for Jack to place his stone hard dick inside Kelly’s cunt and start licking on Meg’s pussy,Kelly to start licking on Michelle’s snatch and carressing her tits and Meg to place one of her hands on Michelle’s silky-smooth naked thigh,causing a sexually-charged Michelle to place her hands on Kelly’s bare back and yell at the top of her lungs,“AAAAHHHH,YES!THAT’S IT!DO IT,MEG!DO IT,KELLY!TOUCH ME!SUCK ON MY TOES!SUCK MY WET PUSSY DRY!FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”
And after the four newfound bi-sexual lovers had started moving themselves harder and faster and their lovemaking has finally moved itself into a brand new house on Spooner Street,Meg,Jack,Kelly and Michelle had all came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with their naked arms in a lover’s embrace.That was before the very next day which was when Meg had finally returned home from her ‘sleepover’ just in time for her to discover that her father was sleeping on the living room floor with drool coming out of his mouth.And as soon as Lois had walked into the room with the look of disappointment in her eyes,a curious Meg had scratched the back of her head and said,“Let me take a wild guess,Mom.One of Dad’s friends had driven him home after he had boozed his brains out again,right?",causing poor Lois to let out a sigh and answer,“Let me put it to you this way,Meg.We now have more than Mayor Adam West to worry about.”
The End
Roommates With A View
Huffing and puffing, Sally Reisel finished climbing the last few steps to her fifth floor apartment. It’d been raining all day and the traffic from work was almost as bad as the lines to check out at the grocer’s. It was one of those days when everyone else seemed to not be in a hurry and you were the only one who was.
The elevator had been out in her complex for the last several weeks and judging by the unhurried attitude of the super, it would probably be several more before workmen would approach it. Balancing, grocery bags and purse, she fumbled for her keys and dropped them. As she put down the bags to retrieve them, she heard an astonished gasp coming through the door, followed by giggling.
What the hell? She turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. By the far wall, sitting in dining room chairs, her roommate Becky and Trish, a mutual friend were looking out the window, sharing a pair of binoculars.
Sally grabbed her groceries and kicked the door wide. “Hey, you two. What’s up? Why are all the lights out?”
Binoculars in hand, Trish quickly spun around, waving. “Shhh! Close the door - quickly.” Becky held a hand over her mouth, giggling.
Sally sat the bags on the entry table and shut the door. “Why? What’s going on?”
Becky kept laughing as Trish waved her over silently. Sally looked at Trish’s face and saw that she was staring out the window, looking down.
Sally looked outside, but saw nothing in the growing darkness. “What is it?”
Trish pointed. “There, by the light in that third floor window.”
Sally looked again, squinting at the faint blue glow in the window two floors down. “It’s a computer. So?”
Trish thrust the binoculars at her. “Are you blind? Check it out.”
Confused, Sally took the glasses and looked outside again. She held the binoculars up, sighted down them to the blue light and then held them to her eyes. She adjusted the spread of the glasses, then looked through them again. She saw the blue glow, but everything was blurry. She rolled her finger along the focus on top of the glasses and the image sharpened. A man was sitting at his computer, reading something.
Sally lowered the glasses and looked back at Trish and Becky. They stared through the window blinds as if their very lives depended on it.
I must be missing something. Sally raised the glasses again and looked at the man. He was young - early twenties? Maybe a college student? He had on t-shirt and jeans possibly; difficult to tell in the darkness. Sally tried to look at the screen, but a lamp was in the way. She lowered the glasses.
“I don’t get it. What’s so special about this guy? Is he someone’s boyfriend or something?”
Trish rolled her head back, sighed, then looked at Sally as though she’d done something really stupid. “Did you see what he’s doing?”
“Yeah, he’s reading something on his computer.”
Becky laughed. “I’ve met him.”
Trish gasped. “Never!”
“Yes, yes, on the elevator. He flirted with me.”
Trish looked out the window, gesturing. “No way, he’s too young for you.”
“Oh, well fuck you very much, he is not. Well, maybe he is, but his cock isn’t.” Becky leaned into the window from her chair.
Sally was puzzled. “I am totally missing something here.”
Trish put her arm around Sally. “Okay, look through the binoculars. I’ll show you.”
Sally raised the glasses once again and found the young man on the third floor.
“Okay, what do you see?”
“Same thing as before. He hasn’t moved - a young guy looking at his computer.”
“And what is he looking at?”
“I can’t really see what he’s reading. There’s a lamp or something…”
Trish grabbed Sally by the shoulders and pulled her to the right. “Oh, okay, stand over here then.”
The lamp slid off to the left and she could see the screen clearly now. She adjusted the focus. A picture was in the center of a dark screen. She focused on it then she smiled. It was a video of a big-boobed woman masturbating. “He’s looking at a porn site!” She looked over the top of the glasses at the window outside.
Becky chimed in. “Not just a porn site. It’s one of those interactive video chatroom porn sites. He’s watching some chick get herself off - live.”
“Really?” Sally looked through the glasses again. The man’s eyes were open, rapt and staring at the screen. His lips moved. “He’s talking!”
“Duh,” said Trish. “He’s got on a headset, talking to her.”
Sally followed the light up the man’s face and saw a wire coming down from his ear. “You’re right. He is wearing a headset.”
Trish whispered into Sally’s ear. “Okay. Now look down, see his neck?”
“Yeah.”
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“Now do you see his shoulders?”
“Uhm, yeah.”
“Notice anything?”
In the faint blue light, Sally could just make out his right shoulder moving back and forth in a steady, quick rhythm.
“His shoulder’s moving. What’s he do… Oh shit.”
Sally looked over the glasses, putting one hand to her mouth in surprise.
Trish smiled at her. “That’s right, darling. Our little Adonis down there is jacking off.”
The surprise faded and Sally felt a tingling sweep past her breasts, heading south. She smiled and looked through the binoculars again. It was really dark below the desk where the young man sat. She squinted, looking where his lap should be. Is that movement? She looked hard, but couldn’t make out anything.
Becky said it for her. “I’d give anything for a little more light down there.”
“Yeah, then maybe we could see if this guy might be worth paying a visit.” Trish laughed at her own joke. Hand over her mouth, Becky just giggled again.
Sally looked up at them. “How long have you two been watching him?”
“Not too long. Maybe fifteen minutes. Of course, that’s today,” said Trish.
“Today? Have you been watching him before this?” Sally was truly surprised.
Trish smiled, indicating Becky. “Well, I’ve only been watching him today, but your roommate here tells me this has been going on for what - weeks?”
Becky looked away from the window, furtively stealing a blushing glance at Sally, and then she laughed through her nose, looking back.
Sally’s mouth dropped open. “And you didn’t tell me?”
“Well, it hasn’t come up in, ah, normal conversation, Sally. But, now that the cat’s out of the bag, he does this same time, every day. My guess is he gets home from work, thinking about his girlfriend there. If that’s what she is. And can’t wait to get off with her. Horny little bastard.”
Sally looked out the window again, trying to see in the dark. “Is it the same girl, then, each time?”
“I think it is. Hard to tell, really. From this distance, one busty redhead looks like the next.”
Sally thought for a moment. “You know, maybe he’s got a long-distance relationship or something. Like, this is his girlfriend back home. He might be going to University here and this is the only way they can…”
Trish interrupted. “Or he might just be a horny little bastard, like Becky says.”
“Shhh…you two, there he goes. Oh my God!”
“What, what? Let me see.” Trish crowded the window by Becky, pushing the blinds aside.
Crowded out, Sally moved to the next window and looked through the glasses. The man’s head was stretching back away from the screen and he was shouting something. Suddenly, he stood up. In the blue glow of the computer screen, Sally could clearly see his really long hard cock come into view. His hand stroking along its length like it was trying to set it on fire. He thrust his hips forward at the screen and his body spasmed. A spurt of white flew from the head of his penis at the screen, another, then a long rope of cum splattered the monitor and the keyboard. More long spewing trails of sperm flew through the air as he pulled the cum out of his cock, spraying the equipment in front of him. Finally, his shoulders sagged and he fell into the chair behind him, panting with his head thrown back.
Sally’s eyes were glued wide open, her breath was rasping through her mouth, her lips gone dry. Feeling the sensation first, she looked down and saw her nipples trying to poke holes through her linen blouse. She inhaled deeply, licked her lips, and then squeezed her knees together. Oh. She could feel her labia slip against one another.
Trish spoke first, fanning her face. “I’d say that’s worth a little investigation.”
Becky stood up, brushing the front of her shorts down. “We’re got to find out what apartment he’s in.”
“But how?” Sally sat down, her knees still weak.
Trish paced and thought. “His window is the third from the corner of the building. We simply have to go down there and count apartments from the corner. Should be easy.”
Becky smiled. “But who’ll go? All of us? That’d be suspicious.”
Trish stepped into the kitchen and returned with three toothpicks extended from her fist. “We’ll draw lots. Long straw has to go.” She straightened the toothpicks and held them out. “Becky, you saw him first, you draw first.”
Becky licked her lips and leaned forward, taking the toothpick on the right.
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Sally quietly walked along the third-floor corridor, watching the numbers to her right. She felt nervous, but tingling from head-to-toe. She knew that the apartment they’d been watching must be one of the ones she was walking past, but couldn’t figure out exactly which one. They’d counted windows in the courtyard, but they didn’t really know the layout of the rooms. Was three-twelve at the corner or three-fourteen? She walked by apartment three-twenty and fantasized for a moment.
She’d knock on the door. A startled young man would answer.
Stepping quickly into the apartment, pushing past him, she’d walk straight to the back. “House maid. Just here for a quick clean-up.”
She’d open the bedroom door, walk to the computer and see the incredible mess of sperm on his keyboard. “Hmmm… My, my what do we have here?”
Sally smiled to herself as she rounded the corner past three-twenty and walked to the end of the short hall, leading to the courtyard stairwell. At the end of the short hall, was a window. This was the fifth window from the corner; the man’s room was two back. Sally stood at the window and looked up at the black windows of Becky’s apartment. She pulled out her cel phone and dialed.
The phone rang once. Becky answered. “Sally?”
She whispered into the little phone. “Yeah, it’s me. This is the only courtyard stairwell from the corner.”
“Then his is two back. Which apartment number is that?”
Sally smiled and turned to look back down the hall. “Apartment three-twenty.”
“Great! Then all you have to do now is go to the mailroom at the front and look at the name on box three-twenty.”
“Me? I have to go? I’ve done this, why don’t one of you…” A door slammed down the hall. Sally turned her head to listen carefully.
“Oh, Trish is right. You are such a pussy, Sally. Just go down…”
Footsteps were coming closer.
Sally fiercely whispered. “Shut up! Shut up! Somone’s coming!”
Sauntering around the corner with his hands in his pockets, the young man walked up the hall towards Sally.
Sally’s face grew pale and she turned toward the window, talking steadily. “It’s him.”
Becky laughed loudly through the little phone.
The footsteps stopped. “Is it still raining out?” He had an Austrailian accent.
Sally turned slowly away from the window and looked at the man. He was tall, over six feet, blond hair cut short. Nice chest.
“Sorry to interrupt, but did you hear me?”
Sally’s eyes snapped off his pecs and looked him in the face. He was very cute, athletic-looking.
Becky’s voice banged out of the phone. “Say something, you idiot!”
Sally lowered the phone. “Yeah, it’s still wet… Eh, Outside. Has been all the time, all night - all day, I mean.”
“So, you’re waiting on it to clear then?”
“Oh, no, I’m not doing anything. Just standing… Here. Uhm, waiting… On a friend.” Sally’s knees started to tremble. He was very handsome. His accent is gorgeous.
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His eyes flicked down to her breasts, then back to her eyes. My God, he’s checking me out.
He gestured with his thumb. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Do you live in the building?”
Sally calmed down a bit at this. “Oh. Yeah. Lived here for two years. Nice place. The Super’s kind of a drag.”
“Who? Tim? Naw, he’s not so bad. Fixed my bath last week.” He smiled. Dimples popped out of the sides of his face. Sally almost swooned.
“Who’s on the phone?”
Sally looked suddenly down, having forgotten about Becky. “Oh, no one, just… Just my answering service. Checking messages and stuff.”
“I see. Well, I should be getting on. Terrance’s my name, but everyone calls me Terry.” He held out his hand to Sally.
Sally took his hand, smiled and shook it. “Hi. Nice to meet you, Terry.”
Terry got a curious look on his face. “And you are?”
Sally looked up quickly, feeling foolish. “Sal… Uh, Sally. Sally Reisel.”
“Nice to meet you, Sal. Now, if I could just get past you to the stairs…”
Sally looked to her left and realized she’d been blocking the door to the stairwell. “Oh, sorry, sorry. You should’ve just pushed me out of the way.” She stepped aside as he opened the door.
“Oh, couldn’t do that, Sal. Beautiful women don’t like being treated that way. See you round.” The door closed quietly as he thumped his way down.
Sally watched him go through the window in the doorway for a moment, then she heard a faint voice call out. “Sally! Sal! Sal-ly!”
She looked down at the phone in her hand and quickly put it too her ear. “Yeah?”
Becky was laughing. “We heard the whole thing. Boy, are you smooth or what? Ha, ha, ha!”
“Oh, fuck you, Becky Iverson. I was scared to death.”
“Of what? Afraid his cock was going to leap out and bite you?”
“Ha, ha, ha, very funny, bitch. I’d like to have seen you do better.”
“That wouldn’t have been too hard.”
“Fuck you.”
“But it looks like ol’ Terry took a shine to you.”
“Oh, come on.”
“No, really. ‘Beautiful women don’t like being treated that way.’ I believe he was referring to you.”
Sally smiled, remembering the sound, the cadence of his voice.
“Besides, look out the window below you.”
Sally turned around, stepped to the window and looked down. Terry was standing there, looking up at her. He waved. Startled, Sally’s mouth dropped open.
The phone buzzed. “Wave back, you moron!”
Sally waved back and Terry walked back into the building, carrying a box.
“Oh shit, he’s coming back. What’ll I do?”
“That depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“What you want to do. Do you want to get to know Terry a little better? Think about it.”
Sally thought about it. Thought about Terry smiling at her. Thought about his hard cock. Thought about him kissing her and the lump she’d feel as she hugged him.
“I see that smile. Look, when he comes up the stairs in two seconds. Ask him what he’s doing with the box. Maybe it’ll get you inside.”
“Inside where?”
“His apartment, Sal.”
“His apart… I don’t think that’s such a good…”
The stairwell door pushed open. Sally lowered the phone. “Hey Sal, glad to see you’re still here.” He stepped into the hallway, his hair a little damp from the drizzle outside.
“Hi, uh, Terry.”
He shook his head and smiled a toothy smile. “Know much about computers?”
“A little.” If you counted a two degrees in Medieval History as sufficient. “Why?”
“I’ve got some new gear to install and I don’t know shit about computers. Do you have any time right now to help me?”
Sally looked at Terry, the honest expression in his eyes. She squeezed the phone in her hand. “Sure, I guess. I wasn’t going anywhere.”
“Are you still waiting on your friend?”
“What fr…? Oh, yeah. She…uh, called me and said she couldn’t make it.”
“‘Cause of the rain, I suppose.”
“Rain? Uh-huh, the rain. She’s stuck in traffic and said, uh, let’s do it another time.”
“Great! Then, you’re free, right?” Terry took a step down the hall.
“Yeah, I guess so. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Terry smiled and led the way down the hall and around the corner. He turned the knob on the door to three-twenty and stepped inside, holding the door. Sally followed him and looked around the apartment. The door shut behind her.
“Don’t you lock it?”
“What? The door? Naw, what for?”
“Well, robbers, rapists or worse.”
“I guess I just never got in the habit. Where I come from, there’s no need really.” Terry put the box down on the kitchen counter.
The apartment was decorated with the furniture it came with. Apartments, furnished or unfurnished. Becky and Sally had long ago started collecting little items, creating their own style and look inside their place. Terry, obviously had gone for the furnished apartment - same green material on the sofas, chairs, dining room chairs, same dark wood paneling with matching tables and shelves. She’d seen it dozens of time repeated around the complex.
“Get you a drink, Sal? I’m a little limited.” He threw open the fridge and stooped down to look. “Uh, coke, seven-up, water, tea and uh, beer.”
She still felt a little nervous. “A beer. What kind do you have?”
“Just the usual.” He pulled an enormous can of Fosters from the box and popped the tab on it.
“You want it in a glass? Or as is?” Terry reached for a cabinet above the sink.
“‘As is’ is cool. Thanks.” Sally put her phone down on the counter and took the Fosters in both hands, feeling the icy cold metal in her fingers.
Terry popped another one and held it up to her. “Cheers, Sal.”
Sally grinned and clinked cans with Terry. “Cheers, Terry.” She tilted the cold can back and let some of the icy liquid pour into her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted what must be the door to Terry’s computer room. It was shut. She thought about what she knew about that room - the desk, the lamp, the computer monitor, the chair, the bursting cock spewing its sticky contents all over the keyboard and wood of the desk. Terry shouting his girlfriend’s name to the ceiling, jacking off his big cock as he came. She pictured it in her mind’s eye, trying to turn it away from the perspective of the fifth-floor window in her apartment. Her nipples grew hard into tight little crinkles under her blouse.
“So, two of them, eh?”
Sally lowered the beer. “Two?” She looked down at her blouse. Her nipples were sending up flare signals. She crossed her arms in front of her.
“Two years, here at the complex.”
“Oh. Yeah, two years here so far. How about you?”
“I’ve just moved here. Just two months. I’ve started graduate school this fall over at the university.”
“Oh really, that’s where I went. What’s your major?”
“Journalism.”
“That’s interesting. You want to be a reporter or something? Like for CNN?”
“Naw, just a writer. I’d love to be a novelist really, but got to pay the rent, you know. Are you cold?”
Sally hugged herself tighter. “Me, no… Well, maybe a little.”
Terry crossed to the wall near the bathroom. “I’ll turn up the heat a little. Sorry, I guess I keep it a little too chilly - typical bloke.”
“No, it’s okay. Really.” Sally lowered her arms. It looked like she was smuggling thimbles in her bra. Terry’s eyes quickly glanced at Sally’s breasts, his face showing a little surprise.
“What’s in the box?”
Terry took another sip of his beer, set it down and crossed to the kitchen counter. “Oh, just a new-fangled gadget. Just arrived this afternoon. Here, let me show you the computer.” He picked up the box and walked to the bedroom door, opening it and stepping inside. Sally watched him go. Nice ass.
“Know what you mean? This where you do all your writing?”
“Yeah, work all night sometimes. If the muse is just right.” He smiled and chuckled.
The double bed was surrounded on the floor by hundreds of books, novels, fiction and non-fiction, classic and modern. No shelves, but books none-the-less.
“Oh my God! Did you read all of these?” Sally picked up a copy of the latest Michael Chabon novel nearby.
“Yeah. Got to, you know. A professor once told me that you have to read a hundred pages for each one you’ll write. I think the old buzzard was onto something there.” Terry opened the box and pulled out some of the contents wrapped in plastic. He held it in his hand and tried to balance it on top of the computer on his desk.
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“What is that?”
“It’s a camera, a digital video camera. It’s got zoom and some other stuff I know nothing about. It’s all on the box there.”
Sally went to the box and pulled out the manual. A video camera? Jesus Christ, this is so his girlfriend can see him fuck his hand! Sally tried to be coy. “Cool camera… Uh, what do you need it for? Wasn’t that expensive?”
Terry busied himself with pulling the wrapping off the camera. “My Dad sent it so I can stay in touch with my family easier. We send emails and such, but this will be more like bein’ there.”
Yeah, right. Not to mention the alternate benefits for a long-distance romance, eh, Terry? “Well, that’s pretty great. Let me work on this for a minute. It shouldn’t take long to connect.” Sally moved the chair out and got on her knees under the desk, reaching up behind the computer above her. She could feel cool air at the top of her jeans as she bent down.
Terry moved in behind her, trying to see. “Where does it go in?”
Sally pointed. “The port is here in the back, right next to this game controller connection. You’ve already got the card needed.” Sally could feel the heat from Terry’s body as he watched her work from behind her.
“Let me know if you need a hand, okay?”
“Oh, I will, don’t worry.” The cable slipped out of her hand and she backed up to reach it amidst all the other cables behind the desk. Her butt backed right into Terry’s crotch. She could feel a sizeable lump pressing into her jeans. She sat still for a moment and closed her eyes, trying to feel its size, its length. She arched her back slightly, rubbing her ass along Terry’s hard cock. BAM!
“Ow, fuckin’ hell!” His body moved away quickly.
Sally looked over her shoulder behind her. “What is it? You okay?”
Terry was lying on the carpet behind her, holding his temple. “Yeah. I banged my head on the bottom of the desk. Damn it, that hurts.”
Sally backed out from under the desk, turned around and reached for his forehead. “Move your hand. Let me see if you’re cut. C’mon, move it.”
Terry lowered his hand. A nasty little red bump was forming at the corner of his head just above his right ear.
“Wow, you really cocked… Uhm, clocked yourself good. It’s not cut, though. Let’s put some ice on it, okay? Okay?” Sally looked down. Terry was staring up at her breasts. He had a dazed expression. She could feel her nipples growing hard again as she looked at his handsome face. She touched his cheek with her hand. He looked deeply in her eyes, smiling.
“Hey, you. We better get some ice on that lump or the swelling will never go down.”
“Okay, what ever you say, Doc.” He smiled at her like a little boy looking at a newfound friend.
She smiled back, exhaled and pushed herself off the floor.
She was back in two shakes with ice cubes wrapped in a face towel. Terry was sitting up on the edge of the bed. She pressed the damp towel gently to the side of his head. “Now, keep that there while I finish this camera installation.” He winced and held it in place with one hand. Sally’s eyes moved over the bulge in Terry’s jeans and she secretly smiled as she got under the desk, knowing she was showing off her butt for his viewing pleasure.
Two minutes later, the camera was installed and windows was finishing its boot. Terry still sat on the bed behind Sally and Sally was in the chair. “Now, we have to install the camera software to connect with your Internet browser, then you’ll be all set.”
The phone rang in the kitchen. Terry got up and walked out the door. “Be right back.”
“Take your time.” Sally watched him go. She turned back to the computer as the desktop appeared and thought about where she was. She was sitting in the same chair that Terry had been in just an hour before when he came all over this keyboard in front of her. This Australian man, this gorgeous man, trying to be a writer, a novelist. She pressed her knees together as she pictured him in bed, naked. Those sculpted pecs flexed over the flat stomach. That long hard cock sticking out like a tree limb. It’s head shiny and full, mushrooming just for her. “All the better to fuck you with, my dear,” Sally whispered, then giggled.
She looked up and the computer was up. She went to the utilities menu and configured the computer to recognize the new hardware. In the corner of the desktop was the quick icon for Terry’s Internet browser. Sally took the mouse and double-clicked on it. The browser opened and connected. Sally bit her lip looking at the address line at the top of the graphic interface. She looked over her shoulder towards the kitchen. Terry was leaning against the counter, facing away from her, talking animatedly with someone.
She clicked on the browser history and looked at the first few listings. The first one was something called “Webcamnow.com.” She opened it. The site came up quickly. On the left, a button directed her to connect a camera. She followed down through the menus, filling in the information needed until it showed her a picture of herself, sitting at Terry’s desk. She turned on the lamp to adjust the light and set the focus of the camera. Proud of herself, she sat back and waited for Terry to return. Next to the video of herself, a chat browser started filling with comments.
“Wow! Are you beautiful!”
“Do you show?”
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“My God, Hel-lo honey!”
“Nice rack, baby. Let’s see it!”
Confused, Sally looked at the camera and adjusted it some more.
“Oh my God, what are you doing?” Terry stood beside her, looking at the screen.
She looked up at him. “It works. What do you think?”
He looked down at her, then at the screen. “Uh… Great, it’s great! I just… I don’t… Why did you go to this site?”
“Well, I saw it in the browser history and saw that it was a web cam site, so… Is something wrong?”
Terry was smiling, looking down at the floor. “No, nothing’s wrong. I… Uh, just, uh… Didn’t expect you to… Sally, this is a porn site.”
Sally perked up and looked back at the screen. “Oh really? But I don’t see any porn. Where is it?”
“So, I take it, you’ve never seen a site like this before?” Terry looked at Sally.
“Like what?”
Terry pointed to the screen. “See this, these are people who are trying to talk to you, Sally. They can see us through the camera.”
Sally looked at the comment field again.
“Hey, gorgeous! Who’s the guy?”
“Suck his cock, baby!”
“Come over to my cam, you two. You can watch me get off.”
Shocked, Sally’s hands flew to her mouth. “Oh my God. You’re kidding me.”
Terry chuckled. “Naw, I’m not. They can see us and they’re probably expecting a show.”
Sally turned to Terry, concern written on her brow. “You don’t mean…?”
Terry nodded.
Sally looked back at the screen. “People do this? For anyone to see?”
“Everyday, Sal.”
Sally’s eyes just about bugged out of her head. She stood up suddenly, looking at Terry. “Do you? Do you do this?”
“Hey, calm down. How could I? You just hooked up my camera.”
Sally relaxed. “Oh. Right. But then, what was it doing in your browser history?”
Terry shuffled his feet together for a moment. “Well, there’s no harm in watching is there?”
“Watching? Watching what? It’s just us.”
Terry grabbed the mouse and clicked on a couple of buttons. A menu came up with a long list of names. “These, Sal, my little naïve girl, are the list of available cameras to watch. People, men and women, who right now are ready to show you all they’ve got.”
“No way!” Sally sat back down.
“Yep, here pick a name.”
“Okay, that one. It looks interesting.”
“BigHard4U it is, then. Not too obvious, Sal.” Terry chuckled. Sally stared at the screen. A skinny dark-haired man appeared, naked but for a white towel draped across his lap. But obviously, beneath his lap, his left hand kept squeezing something.
“Can he see us?”
“No, not yet. Do you want him to?” Terry looked at her, his hand on the mouse.
Sally looked at him. She knew her panties were wet now, she could feel the secretions pressing coolly against her lips. Terry glanced down at her breasts, then back up again. Just like my dog when he wants something - he indicates with his eyes.
“I guess so, if you don’t mind.” She smiled, then waited, watching his blue eyes.
Terry smiled, looking for something. “Naw, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.”
Sally put her hands on his face. He was coarse, needing a shave. He closed his eyes. She leaned down and kissed him once, quickly, then backed away, watching.
He opened his eyes. “Would you please do that again?”
Sally leaned down slowly, watching him and kissed his lips again. She put her hands behind his head and pulled his mouth to hers, pressing her lips hard against his. She inhaled and stiffened as she felt his hand cup beneath her breast and press upwards. As he squeezed her gently, she relaxed and moaned. He placed his other hand behind her back and pulled her off the chair and onto the floor. Sally fell against his chest, never losing contact with the kiss. He fell back on the carpet and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him. Sally straddled his left thigh. He lifted it, rubbing its muscles against her pussy. She moaned and broke the kiss.
She breathed hotly, closed and opened her eyes, watching him. “You feel good.” She kissed him again.
He fumbled with the front of her blouse, trying the buttons. Sally pushed up off the floor, unbuttoned the top buttons and pulled the linen over her head, flinging it off to a corner of the room. Terry cupped her breasts beneath the bra cups, pressing his thumbs across the lumps of her nipples.
“Your breasts are so soft, Sal, well… All except for this part.” His thumbs flicked across her nipples again.
Sally breathed out suddenly, pressing her hips to his thigh. “I’ll give you all night to stop that.”
Terry laughed, leaned forward and placed his hot mouth around Sally’s right nipple, sucking at it through the material.
Little emergency flashes of electricity ran exploded in her breast and sent signals of delight straight to her clit. She was openly humping Terry’s left thigh now. Terry switched to her left breast, biting at her nipple there. The exquisite pleasure of the nibbles made her jump. Terry pulled the bra cup down; exposing her left breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth. It felt wonderful. Sally closed her eyes, focusing on what Terry’s mouth was doing to her nipple. She could feel the hot suction, the coarse tongue slipping across the tip and the cool saliva around her aureole. Her mind swirled. It had been months since she’d had a boyfriend, let alone a fuck, and the message her pussy was sending was driving her crazy.
She opened her eyes, looked down at Terry’s mouth fastened to her breast and smiled. Down to her left, she saw a long, curving lump running up towards Terry’s right jean pocket. She grinned and placed her hand over it, squeezing the length of it. Terry jumped for a second and moaned, thrusting his hips against the palm of her hand.
Sally panted through her open mouth. “I think he wants to get out.”
Terry pulled his lips away from Sally’s breasts. “What do you want, Sal? Do you want him to get out?”
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