Charlotte's Conversion (closed for Iwasagoodgirl)

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Anthony

It had been a great Con! Great talks, vendors, parties, and women! I had met a ton of women, sucked some serious face, gotten enough numbers to keep me busy for months. I had had plenty of opportunities, but, unlike previous years, was holding out for someone special. You know, that girl that you don't hook up with, look back years later, and think, "Man, if I had only..."

I figured she was here. She had to be. I had felt a disturbance in the Force... LOL

So, I am at the Masquerade Ball, leathered up, surveying my prospects, when I bump into this guy at the bar. It was a solid bump. Whoever he was had some muscle beneath his armor. But unlike some of the other swaggering fools, he apologizes and buys me a drink. Hey, who am I to refuse free booze, particularly the good stuff.

We are chillin', looking around, when we hear somebody whistle on the other side of the room. Heads turn and I see a number of people, including Klingons, move out of the way at the door. I crane my neck, trying to see what the commotion is about, when I see.. Her!

My mouth goes slack as I see this slender Valkyrie walk through the door. Dressed head to toe in leather, snug in allll the right places, she strides in like she owns the place. And dang it, if people don't stumble to get out of her way as though she does. She has a companion, a beautiful woman, dressed like Xena, off to her side. I glance at my new scotch drinking buddy, to find him agog at them both.

They pause part way into the room, and look for a waiter. I see one start their way, when this guy, a great bear of a man, stride up to her, bellowing that he has what she wants. He raises his hand to slap her ass. It starts to move, and then he is on the ground, his face on the floor, his arm twisted back, a Goddess's foot on his shoulder.

The crowd hoots, but nothing like the roar that the Klingons let out. I hear them all around me, voicing their admiration and unbridled desire for her. With each passing moment, I find myself joining them, not able to take my eyes from her.

The waiter approaches them more cautiously and solicits their order. He then hastens to the bar and conveys it, his skin flushed. I overhear him, "Scotch, neat, and a tonic and lime."

The bartender looks surprised, "for who?"

"Xena," the waiter chuckles, "says she may be expecting."

The guy next to me suddenly inhales and sets his glass down on the counter, "Another, make it a double."

The bartender is about to pour the house scotch, when I say, "Uh, no, upgrade that to the Lore."

As I am getting my walled out, I look at the waiter, "tell her it was with my compliments."

He smirks, but does as requested. When he hand the glass to my leather clad wet dream, she and her companion glance my way. She swirls the scotch in her glass for a moment, inhales, then takes a measured sip. She takes a moment to taste, then looks my way again... and.. shrugs her shoulders. My eyes widen, but she turns to her companion to talk.

I turn to my companion, who has just taken a large gulp from his glass. He swallows, then cocks an eye at me, "I think it is going to take more than a drink to impress Her."

 

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Chris

I was impressed by Megan's transformation. She was working her persona well. Anthony stood next to me, muttering to himself about what he could possibly do to attract her attention. I was having a tough time keeping a straight face. 'Xena' had pushed one of my erotic buttons, merely with a well time bar order. I am not sure if she could see me, but I certainly had her on my radar, locked and loaded.

I was pondering if I should offer Anthony some advice, when he set his glass down and announced, "I am going in."

I settled back, thinking this should be interesting. He had worked his way through the crowded dance floor, and was about ten feet from Megan, when this guy, dressed in a huge amount of armor, stumbles in front of him and collapses. There was a brief nervous laughter from those around, until he didn't move. Anthony immediately dropped to his knees next to the guy, working on removing his helmet, barking, "Who is with this man?"

Another heavily costumed man said he was, and Anthony asked him questions. Satisfied, he began to work some of the guy's costume off and asked for wet towel. A few minutes later, the fellow came round, sitting up with assistance, and soon was carted off by his friends.

Anthony was dusting himself off, and turned to find himself facing Megan. She raised an eyebrow, "you have medical training."

"Just the basics, courtesy of the fire department," he replied.

"They taught you well," she continued, "That scotch you sent has grown on me. Perhaps we might have some more."

I could see Anthony's smile dimples across the room.

 

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Chris

My Klingon mercenary strike team chuckled as they saw Anthony offer his arm to Megan and escort her back towards the bar. Apparently they had beem watching this little drama as closely as I. I turned to one of them, dressed as the Supreme Commander and handed him a stack of chits, saying our work was done, and I was off in search of Xena. He slapped me across the back, "Qapla!"

I laughed, and left the bar, passing Megan and Anthony. Megan caught my eye long enough to wink. Anthony didn't even see me. I grinned as I resumed my search. I soon caught sight of Xena's leather pteruges, swiching as she danced with a bear of a man in an asian robe. The song came to an end and they parted. As he turned, I recognized him as the fellow who had taken the fall earlier. I handed him the last of my chits, "well played!"

He grinned, "my pleasure! Glad I had a change of costume though. My poor wife would have died of embarrassment, if anyone recognized me."

A very pregnant Bene Gesserit took his hand at that moment, "you big brute! Look what he did to me!"

We all laughed as she pulled him close for a kiss, muttering, "my bad, bad boy."

Xena took my hand, asking, "mission accomplished?"

"I hope so," I answered.

You smiled brilliantly, "sooo then, my devious love, how bad do You feel?"

 

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Anthony

I could not believe it. SHE had taken my arm and was allowing me to escort her to the bar for another drink. As we weaved through the crowd, I could see eyes on us. Some smiled. Other were green with envy. I just felt.. blessed.

I glanced over at you at several points, but your gaze was always forward. Your profile was covered by your mask, only your eyes showing. And with each glance, I became more and more obsessed with unveiling your face.

We saw a high, circular table vacate just as we passed by. I stopped, saying I would be right back. Your eyes shifted to me, and you gave me a slight nod. I moved quickly to the bar, ordered, and carried our drinks back towards the table. As bystanders parted, I froze. You were leaning on your elbows on the table, gazing out at the crowd. Your back was arched, and your ass... Good God in Heaven... perfect, every curve barely covered with what looked like liquid leather.

My costumes was now brutally tight in the groin, as I stepped around you and set your glass down. You glanced up at me, then rose in one fluid motion. I swallowed hard as you almost seemed to thrust your chest out at me as you did, your nipples subtly tenting the leather. You picked up your glass, "cheers."

You brought the glass to your mask, and.. sipped. I did a double take, "Uh.. how..."

Your eyes smiled, "there is a slit in the mask. It allows me to use my lips..."

My eyes widened, and I squirmed in my armor. You looked at me more intently, and I felt as though you were mentally ripping my armor off, "I do like this. Thank you, ?"

It took me a second, then I blurted, "Anthony! And you're welcome, ?"

I waited, and, you ignored my implied question. I felt my heard start to pound. Who were you?!

 

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Anthony

We sipped in silence for a minute, watching people mingle and dance, when you asked me to watch your drink. "Uh, sure," I replied, as you turned and walked directly to a couple on the dance floor. You tapped the woman on the shoulder. She looked back at you in surprise, then let you cut in. You took the hand of the tall fellow, dressed as a Sandman. A rhumba had just begun, and soon, you two were the focus of everyone's attention, as your hips swayed and he led you through increasingly complicated dance moves. It was all I could do not to drool watching your body twist and turn, my arousal tempered by jealousy of the man dancing with you so well. The song ended with him kissing your hand. You nodded at him, before leaving him to his original partner, now clumsy by comparison. You returned to our table and took a sip of your scotch. "Do you know him?" I asked, marveling at your boldness and talent.

"No," you replied, "but I could see he was skilled."

Then you looked at me with those piercing eyes, "bottoms up."

We finished our drinks, and you took my hand, leading me towards the dance floor. I felt my confidence take a nose dive, admitting, "um, I really don't dance very well."

You tilted your head towards me, your eyes regarding me, "we aren't going dancing."

My eyes went wide. Could you possibly mean???

You walked easily through the crowd and out the doors of the ballroom. The elevators were a short distance and soon we were standing, still hand in hand, waiting. When the lift doors opened, we stepped on and turned around. Another guy, in sort of an Avatar blue costume, moved to get on. You took a step forward, and he stopped just outside the elevator. "No," you said simply, as the doors closed.

You pushed a button for the 10th floor, then faced me, your eyes fierce. You ran a finger along a portion of my cheek, not covered by my helmet, commenting, "fortune favors the bold."

 

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Anthony

I reached up and pulled my helmet off, relieved to feel cool air on my scalp. I dropped it to my side, and set my hands on your shoulders, lowering my mouth to yours, still hidden beneath your mask. I kissed you, feeling your lips through the butter soft leather. I pressed a little harder, tantalized and frustrated by your concealment. Who Were You? Mid kiss, I felt your tongue slip through the mask to tease my lips. I groaned as my lips closed on the warm wet flesh, which retreated back behind the mask, just before the elevator door opened.

We parted, and I bent to retrieve my helmet. You had already begun a slow walk down the hall, and I took large steps to catch up. A young guy, in a non-descript costume followed you ravenously with his eyes as we passed in the hall. You stopped at a door, swiped your key card and entered. I followed closely, watching as you turned towards me. My breath caught as I saw your nipples tent the chest of your costume. You saw my gaze and reached for my hand. I gave it to you and you raised and brushed it across your chest. Looking at me with sparkling eyes, you asked, "tell me Anthony, are you hard for me?"

"God yesss," I hissed.

You dropped my hand and set yours on the leather armor covering my groin, "pity I can't feel it."

"Give me a minute," I begged, and immediately began to remove my costume. Thirty seconds into stripping, I realized I was in trouble. It had taken close to an hour to put it all on, and I had help.

You had settled into a chair and were pouring yourself some water, before settling back to watch me. I resumed divesting myself, my efforts becoming more frantic. I was twisting and wrestling with chest plate, when I heard you giggle. I looked up to see you lower the zipper on the front of your costume several inches, then stop. The little reveal left me panting, and I redoubled my efforts. After another couple minutes, I went wild, tugging, pulling, growling my armor off. The more I struggled, the more you laughed. The peels of your amusement peaked as I wrenched the last pieces off.

I stood before you, naked, panting, hard, "I.. want.. you!" You kept your eyes on me as you slowly unzipped your body suit, a V of your torso beneath coming into view, down, down, stopping just above your pelvis.

I could feel my cock dripping, when you turned and clicked the light off. The room was suddenly completely black. I reached out and you caught my hand. You lead me to the bed, lying down, then guiding my hand to the zipper on your bodysuit, "you seem to have experience removing costumes."

 

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Anthony

I could scarcely breathe, I was so aroused. In the darkness, you had set my hand down in the leather plane of your abdomen and invited me to remove your costume. My fingers found the little zipper, and I began to pull it down, slowly. I had been handed the equivalent of a century old bottle of fine cognac. I was not going to gulp this down!

My hand glided softly over the leather, down your torso. I could feel the heat of your skin as it was bared, and inhaled your scent. The tension was growing unbearable as my hand continued down, over your hips. How far did this go?

We both groaned as I passed over your mons, my hand trembling. I gasped and you shuddered as I bared your sex, your wetness coating my fingertips, your scents intoxicating. The zipper ended, my fingers resting along your furrow.

I paused, aching with want. The only thing stopping me was my desire to have you naked too. Sip, not gulp...

My hands both moved to your belly, spreading the the sides of your bodysuit as they slid up your chest. They rose up your breasts and you moaned as they brushed over your nipples. I pulled your garment open as I ran over your shoulders. I pulled you to a sitting position, as I eased it over your shoulders and down your back.

I felt you shrug your arms free, before lying down again. You braced your feet and raised your hips as I slid the suit down, over your hips. It slid easily down now, off your legs as you raised them. With a gentle tug, I slid the last of your leather sheath from yoir ankles. The scents of your skin, your sex, and leather filled my nose. My hands fell on your now bare ankles, and I slid them slowly up your legs.

It was dark. I couldn't see you, at all. But your costume had revealed all, and hidden everything. So, as my hands moved, my mind put together an image of you. Lean, strong, the kind of legs that catch your eye in a short skirt. As my hands brushed over your hips, I felt your legs open wide. I paused, trembling, delirious, my fingers inches from your sex.

I felt your hand on my face, a gentle stroke. I kissed your palm, and slid a hand up your torso, between your breasts, along your throat, to... your mask. I growled softly as you giggled, "forget something?"

I would have to shift my position to free my hands. I moved on top of you, smiling as you sighed as my abs pressed against your open legs. I brought my hands to your mask, and cautiously explored. You lifted your head, and l searched behind, and found a knot. With a little finagling, I loosed it, then lifted the mask from your face,

I felt you take the mask from my hands, as I sighed, "I wish I could see..."

The words died in my throat as I felt the warm leather of your mask across the back of my neck, pulling my face forward and down, to yours. Our bare lips met and we both moaned at the naked intensity of our first kiss. My god! I wanted you! Wanted like I had never wanted anyone before, ever!

Your body began to undulate beneath me, and the sudden brush of your wet sex against the tip of my cock made me wild. I rolled my hips, and made a strangled groan as the head popped inside you.

 

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Anthony

I wanted to go slow. I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted to be the best lover you had ever had...

But I was out of my mind with desire for you. I couldn't think. I could only obey the animal inside me.

I pushed, and my cock penetrated you deeply, forcing the tight rings of muscle open. Your back arched and you made the most astonishing groan, your wet channel grabbing my cock, pulsing, squeezing. Our mouths met again, in a frantic attempt at a kiss, as my hips began to move. My cock withdrew slowly, then buried itself in you, hard. Again and again, each stroke taking you, and being swallowed, devoured by you. I felt both, my mind astonished at the raw pleasure of you. I felt the fuse burning inside me. I could no more stop my climax, than I could stop the rising sun. My breath stopped as you cried out and your sex pulsed around my violent fountain of a cock. I literally saw stars in the darkness, my pleasure so intense as to be excruciating. I suddenly was gasping, kissing your open mouth, my emotions catching up with my body...

Who were you? Who were you that you could enslave me like this? I was going to lose my mind.

Still buried inside you, I rasped, "I've never... please... Who are you?

I felt you shift slightly, and then a soft light shown from a nearby night light on the stand next to the bed. I looked at the face beneath mine, and blinked, not believing what my eyes told me was clearly true. I knew you.

 

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Anthony

You looked up at me, a little smile on your face, "surprise!"

I had to chuckle, as my mind reviewed every time I had ever seen you. A friend of a friend, we had chatted briefly at a couple parties and a few get togethers. It had always been very casual. How the hell had I missed seeing you were so damn hot?

And you were incredibly hot! I shifted slightly and my cock moved within you, my bare cock. I had not worn a condom. I always wore a condom. My eyes widened further, "Megan... how.... why?"

Your smile took on an edge, "the things a girl has to do to get noticed around here."

I pursed my lips. You were right. All those times we had met, I had been pursuing other women. I was focussed, and just hadn't noticed...

I kissed you, softly, lovingly, then whispered, "Well, I noticed, and am truly sorry it took me so long."

"Why sorry?" you asked curiously.

"Because," I answered, "we could have been doing this for months, if I had."

A huge smile graced your face, "Well, you can make it up to me."

"Yeah?" I grinned back.

"Now that you know who I am," you said, equally sweetly and huskily, "fuck me again."

 

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David

Jennie Maria Watson, you had told me. It was funny. After all we had shared physically, knowing your name somehow made me feel closer to you. And closer was what I now wanted, craved. I couldn't explain it or resist it. The hundred other questions I had, the first of which was were you serious when you had told your ex that I had impregnated you, were secondary to my desire to be with you. Smitten, besotted, out of my mind, take your pick.

We had gone to the grand ball together, although our costumes were from characters from completely different episodes. I know. I know. But I didn't care, and after we had been dancing for a time, more than one person approached us to say how beautiful we were together.

The ball had been quite a spectacle, replete with drama involving a leather clad Valkyrie and some lucky guy in a ton of armor. We imbibed freely, and were quite tipsy when you smiled, and asked if I was up to something naughty. "With you?" I teased, "always!"

You leaned closer, whispering in my ear, "I want to fuck."

"Yeah?" I grinned.

You nipped my ear, "Here. Now."

 

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David

"Oh my," I whispered back, "you are naughty!"

We continued to dance, moving more actively around the ballroom, as I looked for an opportune place to entertain your exhibitionism. You were such an uninhibited spirit, and I adored you for it.

High, standing tables abounded, but few low, covered tables. That made things harder. But then, I spied a low step stool, next to the bar, and guided us towards it. We exited the dance floor proper and approached the bar. The dancing had made us both warm, and your gown clung to your torso deliciously, to the visual delight of those around us.

I ordered us two glasses of champagne, something we could sip for a time and would not put us flat on our faces. Once I had paid the bartender, I gave you both glasses and gestured towards and empty tall table near the wall. You weaved your way there, and I followed, pausing only to snag the step stool as we passed near.

When we arrived at the table, you set the glasses down, then looked back at me expectantly. I tried to look nonchalant, as I set the step stool down, between the table and the wall. You looked at it, then giggled, as I took your hand and guided you to stand on the step, facing the table. Between your heels and the step, it boosted your height quite nicely. The front panel of the skirt of your long gown hung down, giving the illusion of long, long legs. More than one guy around us looked over at you, some discreetly, some blatantly.

I just settled in behind you, pressing my body up against yours, one arm wrapping around your waist. My hand settled on your belly, as my other reached around you for my champagne flute. We sipped for a time, as our hips slowly rocked and we ground against each other. I felt your abdominals move under my hand, and, once again, my mind wondered if I put a baby in the womb beneath my palm.

I felt my cock pulse at the thought, and also felt you press back against my hardness more insistently. As casually as I could, I lifted the back panel of your skirt, raising it high enough to expose your sex to me. I released your waist, freeing my hand to unbutton the bottom of my tunic and unzip my trousers. I glanced furtively around, as I pulled my cock out of my pants. A woman, a couple tables over, was gazing at us fixedly, a Cheshire grin on her face.

I pushed forward, and felt you shift and swivel your hips. The top of the head of my cock brushed your wet pussy. I eased back a little, then guided my cock up... and into you.

We both froze, breathing hard. I drew back slightly, then pushed again, and sank deep. One more stroke, and I was fully inside you. I was pressed up against you again, our bodies pinning our clothes between us. I slid my hands back to your belly and my champagne.

The woman watching us stuck out her tongue a little at us, clearly delighted. We began a slow grind, my cock only moving a centimeter or two with each stroke, buried deep in you, the head tapping your womb.

People around us remained remarkable clueless, looking over you periodically, then turning their gaze elsewhere, deliberately not staring. Except for our bold voyeur.

I felt your hand settle on top of mine, over your belly, pressing firmly. I took the hint and pressed a bit harder into you, the tip of my cock flattening against your cervix. Your channel grew tighter, and we found ourselves rocking not so subtly, giving in to the desire to cum. Like a champagne cork being popped, I suddenly came, a long hard burst of semen fountaining inside you. I felt your pussy squeezing and pulsating around my length, as your fingernails dug into my hand.

The woman watching up laughed and clapped her hands quietly. I winked at her, and she blew us a kiss. As our moment passed, I slipped out of you, and let your dress fall back into place. I stuffed my cock back into your trousers and made myself presentable. You remained standing upon your pedestal, your hand still on your belly, smiling brilliantly to no one in particular.

 

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Justin

I was going to have buy David a beer, a good one. He had convinced me to come to this Con, saying I would have a blast. And dang, was he right!

Susan and I were enjoying a marvelous ebb and flow, hot sex interspersed with dining, going to talks or parties, or just hanging out. I could not have asked for a better companion and lover.

We had been at the Ball earlier, splitting up at one point to chat with people we don't see very often. When I found you at the bar some time later, your grabbed my lapels and kissed me hard. "Well hello to you too," I teased when our lips parted.

"I just saw the hottest sex," you gushed.

"Yeah?" I asked, eyebrow raised, "Here? Tell me more."

You then whispered in my ear about openly watching a couple share a zipless fuck two tables away, and how you really needed it. Now!

The ball had drawn to close and the lights were coming on. We could see cleaning staff enter and begin clearing out the debris. A couple women also entered and walked to the stage, carrying a banner. They unfolded it and started to secure it to the curtain behind the stage. I read it to you, "Welcome Lionesses!"

"Not familiar with that show.. movie..," I commented.

You took my hand and led me towards the door, "Another group, I think. They arrive tomorrow."

"Well," I smiled, wrapping my arm around your waist, " I hope they have as much fun as we have."

 

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OOC - As the Lionesses have returned, I am taking a short breather. Dear Readers, what would you like to see? The hardest part of writing is coming up with the idea. I would love suggestions! Characters you want to see more of, scenes or kinks you would like me to explore, please tell me via PM. All conversations will be held in strict confidentiality.

I look forward to hearing from you!

 

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Anthony

My cock was still within Megan, when you asked me to fuck you again. My... how I liked the sound of that! Meant the first time must have been good for you too...

I eased out of you, which brought a pout to your face. I leaned in to kiss you, "Megan, I have been out of my mind wanting you all evening. I need to touch you... feel.. uh kiss.... see.. and yes, I absolutely will fuck you again within the hour."

"I think you should fuck me now," you replied, with that air of authority you had wielded so effectively at the ball.

I moved off of you, to your side, then reached for your closest wrist. I pulled your arm up and over your head, onto the mattress above the pillow, where my other hand waited. As that hand clasped your wrist, my now free hand reached for the other. I did not have to search. You offered it to me, and I took it. I pulled it up, over your head, to join your other wrist in my grasp.

I held them firmly, as my gaze traveled down your body. Between the pillow and your position, your back was arched slightly, making your slender torso somehow more exposed. Your breath was short and irregular, as my free hand settled on your belly, and began to idly circle. My eyes followed my fingers, feeling you visually and tactilely.

As my fingertips brushed one of your nipples, and god were your nipples beautifully hard, you shuddered and moaned. "Did you enjoy so many men wanting you this evening?" I teased.

"It was.. fun,.. but I.. wanted... you," you breathed.

I had to smile. What guy wouldn't smile when a gorgeous girl said something like that?

My thumb and the side of my forefinger pinched one of your nipples slowly, firmly. You shuddered and writhed, as I continued, "Wanted what?"

My finger strayed across your chest, as you gasped, "You! This! I needed..."

Your voice caught as I pinched your nipple more firmly, teasing again, "needed what? Exactly. What did you fantasize about? Tell me."

 

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Anthony

I must admit, it was fun making Megan squirm. You had played me like a puppet on a string, for which I will be eternally grateful, but for the moment, I was going to extract a little payback.

I held your hands above your head, your naked body stretched out on the bed, as I pinched your dark, hard nipples, questioning you about your fantasies.

Like any guy, I had fantasized about doing dirty things to a ton of women, but this was the first time I knew anyone had fantasized about me. It was a definite rush! And a turn on... particularly as you began to tell me details...

Blushing deeply, you said you thought I would have been rougher.

"Really?" I said, a little surprised, "so I should be doing this a little harder, huh?"

My finger tips tightened on your nipple, certainly harder than would have ordinarily been, rolling the tight bud side to side. Your back suddenly arched and you gasped, a guttural groan coming from your mouth. I dragged my nails across your chest. As I approached your other nipple, I hissed, "What else?"

"You... unhhhh," you panted as my fingertips seized your nipple, "You used.... oh god... used me.. hard.... everywhere... came in me... so much cum... every..."

I was now so fucking hard again, so aroused by Your fantasy, and wickedly joyful. I could give this to you... in spades.

I released your now swollen nipple and your wrists. I slid off the bed, then standing next to it, reached for your shoulders. I dragged you across the mattress, only stopping when your head slid off the edge. Your eyes delirious, you lay on the bed panting, as I took my cock at the base and tapped the head against your lips, "Did I fuck your face Megan? Did I force my cock down your throat?"

Your entire body shook, as you opened your mouth, giving yourself to me.

 

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Anthony

I really didn't intend to face fuck Megan. Hell, I had never done that to anyone. Not that badass, or whatever. But I would happily indulge your fantasy of me taking you, conquering you, repeatedly. A gentleman always gives the lady what she wants. (I know, I know, very self sacrificing of me...

My cock was still sticky from our coupling, as I ran the tip over your lips. You tilted and tried to take into your mouth, but I lifted the head, then tapped your lips, "huh uh."

You eyes widened and moaned softly. "Kiss it," I told you, a drop of precum oozing from the tip belying my own arousal.

You did as I ordered, closing your lips and kissing the tip when presented to you. "Good girl," I breathed, "Keep kissing it."

I felt your rapid breath against my cock as you began kissing the head hungrily. My body shivered. God, I was really enjoying this...

I reached my free hand to your shoulder, sliding it down your chest. Pressing harder, I circled your right breast, watching the soft flesh move under my fingers. I spiraled in, closer, closer, until my fingers gripped your nipple and pinched firmly. You groaned loudly, your mouth opening wide. I took advantage of the moment, and fed you my cock. You cried around the invading flesh, then closed your lips around the shaft.

I paused, my other hand reaching down to clasp your left breast, your nipple just too hard and hot to ignore any longer. I growled softly as I pinched both your nipples, pulling them none too softly. You groaned loudly around my cock, your mouth opening wide. My hips began to move, sliding half of my cock in and out of your mouth.

Every time your lips started to close, I would pinch or twist or pull your nipples in some new way. My breath had become ragged, as my own excitement, at taking you this way, exerted itself. I pushed deeper, the head of my manhood entering your throat. You writhed on the bed, until I pulled back. You gasped for air, as saliva ran down your face, and I pushed in again.

 

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Anthony

Your hips shook as the head of my cock pressed against the opening of your throat. I held it for a moment, then withdrew completely, a slender strand of saliva connecting your lips to my cock. Your eyes were so wide as you gasped, "Please... please...."

I smiled, masking slightly the raw excitement that was threatening to overwhelm me. I ran the head of my cock over your wet lips, "Yes?"

"Touch.. me... Please! I.. need.. please," you almost babbled around my cock.

I really smiled now, ecstatic at your want of me. I bent at the waist, and leaned over you. One hand rested on the mattress, supporting me. The other slid over your hips, and between your slender legs, which parted at my advance. Your inner thighs were wet and sticky to my touch, as I slid to your labia. You were drenched, and your body heaved as I touched your sex. I spread my fingers and started to stroke to either side of your pussy, just brushing your full lips. Your hips immediately began to roll and shift, as you tried guide my fingers.

I just grinned, as I paused my hand and moved my hips, so that the tip of my cock brushed your lips. Your mouth popped open, and I entered between your lips. I began to fuck your face, slowly shallowly. I grit my teeth as you began to suck me more insistently. Each time I pressed into you, my fingers would brush over your distended clit. As I would pull back, my touch would move south, to tease your opening.

Back and forth, forcing myself to move slowly, as I watched and listened to your mounting arousal. I was sooo close... I held my cock in your mouth for a number of seconds, and flicked your clit more firmly. Your body started to tremble and a low moan sounded around my hard flesh. The moan turned to a cry though, as I eased back. Abruptly, I felt my hands reaching back, trying to clasp my ass. You pulled me back to you, my cock sinking deeper. My fingers returned to your clit, circling quickly now. You started to grunt and shake, and you suddenly tensed, pulling me hard. My hips yielded, and my cock slid deep into your throat, as your body undulated in climax. The long desired feeling of being fully sheathed in you sent me over the edge, and I came hard in your throat, howling as pulse after pulse of seed filled you.

 

[lovingfingers]

Anthony

Even as the last pulses of my climax moved through me, I pulled my cock from Megan's mouth. The sudden gasps and gulps of air told me perhaps I should have done so a bit earlier. I lifted my leg over, moving to one side of your panting body, then circled so I could lay down next to you. I lay on my side, my head propped up with one hand, my other hand moving over your belly to your side. Your breathing slowed as I held you. You turned your head to look at me, your eyes so crystal clear, limpid with emotion.

I ran a finger over your face, tracing its curves, catching a trail of semen I had left when I pulled from your mouth. As I touched your lips, then pressed against my finger in a kiss. "Like what you imagined?" I asked.

You smiled sleepily, "better..."

I just smiled, feeling so damned good that I had pleasured you, and had the time of my life doing it. I felt you shiver and cuddle closer. With a stretch, I caught the sheets and pulled them over us, then settled down fully. We lay quietly for a time, and a feeling of contentment filled me. You felt sooo good.

I felt you shift your head, "Anthony, will you be here in the morning?"

"Tractor beams couldn't drag me away," I grinned.

"Good," you giggled, rubbing your cheek against my chest, "maybe we can run Amok in the morning..."

"Make it so," I murmured, and closed my eyes.

 

[lovingfingers]

Chris - the next morning

After the ball, we had gone home. We had just missed Grace too much. It had been late when we arrived. Carol and Sebastian were asleep in the guest room. We had stood watching our daughter quietly for a time, just holding each other.

We settled into bed a short time later. Nothing like being home, together.

The next morning, I had to rise a bit early, and had some alone time with my angel as she woke. As the rest of the house was waking, I was already dressed. Charlie caught up with me in the kitchen, wearing a silky robe that lay beautifully on your curves. I smiled as you sashayed sleepily towards me, wrapping yourself around me, asking me why I was up so early.

"Duty calls," I sighed, "We are interviewing a number of people this morning, and I need to be there."

"OK," you smiled, "as long as those interviews aren't too.. in depth."

"Took the casting couch out of my office after we were married, dear," I chuckled.

"Awww," you pouted, "I liked that couch."

I shook my head, "so hard to please."

You giggled, "and you love it!"

I took hold of you, "Yeah, I do."

A kiss, the gym, and a short drive later, I was in my office, talking with Phil, and looking over resumes. He had narrowed down the field, would do the first interview, and send all the good potentials to me.

He left and I settled in to do some of the financials. An hour later, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in," I answered.

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

I had worked hard for my ‘A’ Levels, extra hard to get the right grades in engineering, still a male dominated subject. But I got the grades and had passed my interview to enter London University as an undergraduate.

University wasn’t cheap, most students left with debts of over £60,000 which would have to be paid off before the age of 70. One solution was to join the military, they would pick up the tab for my studies in return for my agreeing to serve for a minimum of 15 years. I would keep that solution on the back burner and try to finance myself.

Being Jewish and being raised in a semi religious family had it’s drawbacks as well as it’s blessings. My great grandfather survived the holocaust and at the end of the war found refuge in the UK. Many Jews gravitated to North London and that was where his grandson, my father, met my Mum. O I was close to her, very close and my world fell apart when she died of ovarian cancer. Life was never the same, especially after my Dad remarried which is why I needed to leave home.

I’d never been away from home so sharing a flat with my fellow student Barbara was going to be a challenge. But I needed money and heard a local club was hiring bar staff so I applied. When I heard I had won an interview I attended with a few others. I decided to wear my little black dress with sensible heels. Barbara suggested I show ‘a bit of leg’ and I ensured my dress stopped just above the knee.

My first interview was with a guy called ‘Phil’ who asked me what experience I had. I told him I had helped in my uncle’s pub but nothing more. He seemed quite amused when I told him I had no idea what went on at the club but I said I was sure I would feel at home.

I was asked to wait outside and then given a folder to take to the owner, Mr Devon. I knocked on the door

“Come in”

I turned e handle and entered

“Mr Devon, I’m Ruth Cohen, I’ve been asked to give this to you before my interview”

My knees were knocking, my mouth was dry as I waited his response.

 

[lovingfingers]

Chris

"Hello Ruth, " I replied, rising and extending my hand. You walked the dozen feet between the door and the front of my desk, giving me ample opportunity to observe your body in motion. Phil had a discriminating eye, and I could see why you made the cut. Now, could you do more than look pretty?

I shook your hand briefly and took the file, "have a seat."

Sitting down again, I opened the file and glanced through Phil's notes. Hmmm...

I looked up to see you watching me nervously. I grinned disarmingly, "We always need bar help, and you have some experience."

I closed the file, "but I also have need of some of your other talents."

Your eyes widened and you swallowed. I realized what you were probably thinking and chuckled quietly, then explained, "I need an engineer."

 

[RobynTashaYa]

Ruth Cohen

Mr Devon seemed to have a kind disposition and a warm, friendly voice. “Hello Ruth” he said and after taking the file from me bade me to sit down. I remembered Barbara’s advice about showing some leg so I positioned myself to give the slightest hint of my knees. Not that Mr Devon would interested, he was happily married with a beautiful daughter.

We discussed the need for experience bar staff and then a bombshell exploded “.. but I also have need of some of your other talents” My mouth became dry and I’m sure I blushed and I know I opened my mouth but nothing happened. What could I do? When engineering was mentioned I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well if I can help I will. I service my own car. Would that help?”

 

[rubenesque_princess]

Amelia “Mel” Collins

Stopped at a red light, Mel checked the address on her mobile phone’s GPS app against the one on the guest pass for at least the 48th time. With a noticeable tremble, she placed the phone on the leather passenger seat of her silver SUV just in time for the light to turn green.

Mel drove past the unassuming brick building with the awning and valet stand for the third time, flicked on the turn signal, turned right, and pulled into the first available parallel parking spot. Mel pulled down the visor, flipped open the mirror, attempted to tame her chestnut tresses with her fingers, then reached over and dug into her purse for her lipstick. She gave herself a mental pep talk as she reapplied the warm copper shade to lips that were full on the bottom, and perhaps a little too thin on top.

“You don’t have to go in. You can just walk by, maybe peek in a window, and be back in this seat in under five minutes. And, you don’t have to come back tonight, even if you did promise Yvonne you would attend the event when she gave you the free guest pass.”

-----

Yvonne. Mel met Yvonne three weeks prior through a mutual friend. Mel and her two closest friends--Brandy and Julie--had a standing weekly lunch date during which they enjoyed a relaxed meal and a cocktail or two while catching up on gossip and unleashing their frustrations about motherhood, their husbands, and life in general.

Mel was unconcerned when Brandy asked to invite another friend to join them. Mel knew of Yvonne, but they did not really travel in the same circles—Mel was a GMC Envoy while Yvonne was a Cadillac Escalade.

Yvonne’s interest was clearly piqued, though, when the conversation turned to husbands and sex. “It’s not that our sex life is unsatisfying,” Mel started. She leaned in and continued in a hushed tone, “I can’t believe I am telling you girls this, but I have long harbored, somewhat, um, let’s just say, um, darker sort of fantasies.”

Mel’s confession certainly captured Brandy, Julie, and Yvonne’s attention. “Just like some, well, um, kind of BDSM, sort of, stuff.” Mel continued, “but Matt is just not interested in trying anything new.” Mimicking Matt in a voice Mel knew would piss him off if he heard her, she said, “Why try to fix what ain’t broke? Am I right?”

Mel’s cheeks colored with an embarrassed flush and she looked away as the words flew unbidden from her mouth. She pushed her chair away from the table. “I have to use the restroom.”

“Wait a minute and I will go with you,” responded Yvonne.

It was in the restroom that Yvonne handed Mel the guest pass and made her promise she would attend the event. Mel had not seen Yvonne again since that fateful lunch because Yvonne had been away on some fancy all-inclusive trip to Jamaica with her husband. Just the day before, though, Yvonne had sent her a cryptic text letting Mel know she was back in town and reminding Mel of the event.

-----

Mel replayed the clandestine bathroom chat with Yvonne in her mind as she stepped out of the SUV. Yvonne had not told her exactly what occurred at this club, but Mel knew that it was some kind of sex club. “It’s probably not open this time of day,” she reassured herself as she walked away from the SUV, the sound of the horn reverberating off the adjacent building as she clicked the lock button on the remote.

The guest pass was starting to curl at the corners from Mel taking it out of her wallet to study it so many times. She had not purposefully hidden it from Matt, but neither did she tell him about it. It was purely on a whim that she decided to drive by the club after dropping the kids off at school.

Mel glanced down at her oversized red hoodie, black leggings, and sneakers, and shook her head. Self-conscious about her curvy figure, more ample that it had been in her youth and changed from three pregnancies, it was rare to find Mel in leggings outside of the house; however, this detour was completely unplanned. “Even if the club is open,” she told herself, “I am definitely not dressed to go inside.”

As she neared the entrance to the club, Mel’s pace increased, and her stride lengthened as much as her 5-foot-nothing height allowed. Eyes the color of whiskey barely looked up from the sidewalk toward the club as she sped past. After reaching the end of the block, she scolded herself. “I don’t know why you’re so nervous. It really isn’t a big deal. You are drawing more attention to yourself driving by three times, then walking up and down the block.”

Mel turned around and headed back toward the club, this time slowing down and stopping as she neared the valet stand. The stand was unattended, so she shielded her eyes with her hand as she tried to peer into a window. She then tried the door, and, to her surprise, found it opening. Emboldened, she stepped through the door and into the foyer.

 

[lovingfingers]

Phil

Never much cared for the interview process. Same spiel again, and again, and did I say again? I had been through the process a half dozen times this morning, and only one real potential sent to Chris. And now my eleven o'clock was late...

I walked to the foyer and saw a shorter woman in a hoody looking tentatively about. Having just checked the schedule, I asked, "Deirdre?"

Very pretty eyes looked up at me, as you replied that your name was Mel. I checked my schedule. Seeing no 'Mel,' I asked if you had an appointment.

I listened to your reply, and, ah, you were just checking the place out. I grinned, grateful for the change of pace, "Come on then, I will give you the penny tour."

"The house lights are on. There is more ambience when we are open," I explained, as I pointed to the restaurant on the left, and we entered the main room on the right. I guided you to the bar, intent on coffee, when I see Chris and Ruth approach Edward. I guess Ruth made the cut.

 

[lovingfingers]

Meanwhile, Chris

"Alright then, you're on the clock," I said with a grin, grabbing a note pad and pen. I handed them to Ruth and rose, "come with me."

I walked around my desk, to the door of my office, and opened it for you. You passed into the hallway, and I followed, pointing the way back to the main room. I took you straight to the bar and introduced you to Edward, your supervisor. He eyed you briefly, shook your hand, and asked if you were a cop. You shook your head, then asked me why. I chuckled, "He asks all new hires that. Long story. Care for some coffee?"

We stopped long enough for you to go behind the bar. Edward showed you where all the coffee supplies were located, as you made us both a cup. As I waited, I see Phil approaching with a cute woman, in a large sweatshirt, looking about curiously. I asked if she was the next candidate, and Phil replied that she was a potential member, getting the tour.

I extended my hand, "Welcome. I'm Chris. Care for some coffee?"

You introduced yourself, and accepted, then asked, with a giggle, if it was Irish. I looked over at Ruth, and you gave me a nod and a smile. I smiled back. You were going to work out just fine.

When we all had our coffees, I introduced Ruth and Mel, then focused on Mel for a moment, "So, I am always interested. What brings you to the Club?"

I listened to your response, and asked another couple questions. When I thought I had an idea as to your desires, I grinned, "Why don't you come with Ruth and I? I think you might want to see one of our rooms."

Phil looked like he was going to join us, when his cell rang. He sighed as he took the call, then walked towards the foyer.

I gathered Ruth and Mel, and guided them across the room to the door of the dungeon. I hated the name, but that's what everyone called it, so...

I opened the door and ushered you into the part of the room with tables and chairs, and a small bar off to the side. Your attention, predictably, was immediately drawn to what lay beyond, an array of devices and equipment, each on its own low dais, and the walls, hung with a couple hundred or so crops, floggers, paddles, canes, shackles, leather collars and restraints, and so on and so forth.

Both of you were looking a bit stunned, and I commented, "a bit overwhelming at first."

Ruth looked at me, "Wha.. what do you need me for?"

I smiled, "Each of these things has a purpose, but they are not perfect. I think we can do better, and I think an engineer can help me make them better."

I glanced over at Mel, who looked simultaneously excited and apprehensive, and asked, "Would you like to try something on for size?"

You looked up at me, "Wow.. just wow... and... Please!"

I smiled, "I was really hoping you would say that."