Sexy iPod

A Night on the Town

Written by NIGHTHAWK Nighthawkm38@yahoo.com (Nov 99)

It was a special Saturday night.
He had planned a night on the town he hoped she would never forget.
It was his turn to plan everything and she would go long.
His goal was to meet her fantasies and drive her to passion that would blow her mind.
Her pleasure was his only goal for the night.

They were staying in a nice Hotel in downtown Manhattan, not far from Central Park, and the night life in New York could be unbelievable.
He was dressed in a dark black suit with thin burgundy stripes, barely visible.
The tie was burgundy with small black patterns and his shoes were shinny and black with small tassels .
His light hint of Polo cologne could be detected as she drew close to him

She was dressed to kill in an elegant mid thigh black dress.
She had on a thin pearl necklace, small pearl earrings a dash of some perfume that nearly made him pant.
She also wore dark sheer thigh high panty hose. Beyond that he could not tell.

He had planned a long limousine ride to a Broadway play then a romantic dinner afterwards. He also had a small present wrapped in gold wrapping paper.
She wondered what it was since his presents, at a minimum, surprise her and often shock her.

They walked hand to the elevator where he kissed her lightly and told her how beautiful she was and how we wanted to please her tonight in every way imaginable. His eyes looked deep into hers and she could see the passion in them and knew this was going to be an interesting night.
The elevator door opened and he took her hand and escorted her to the outside where a long stretch limousine awaited them.

The limo was huge and could hold 8 to 10 people. The driver opened the door as he helped her in. The limousine was gorgeous.
The moon roof was open to the clear evening sky. There were small scented candles burning, creating a romantic setting, and champagne cooling in an ice bucket with a small tray of fresh fruit nearby. “Appetizers before the Play.
It is a long time till dinner”, he said with a smile.
The driver moved behind the wheel, looked into the rear view mirror, smiled, and quietly raised the privacy barrier isolating him from his passengers.
Romantic classical music began to play.
The ride through the busy Manhattan area would take 45 minutes before they reached the Theatre District.

The sat in the back side by side as he looked into her eyes and told her how he loved her and wanted to give her a night she would never forget.
He opened the champagne and poured a small glass and made a toast as they both sipped the champagne, the bubbles tickling as it slid down their throats. He reached over and took a very large strawberry and placed one-half in her mouth and them moved into to kiss her as he took the other half into his.
The both bit into the strawberry and into a very hot, passionate kiss.
He lightly touched her neck, his fingers touching her as they kissed.
She pulled him closer as the passionate began to increase. She layed back slightly in the huge back seat as his finger traced over her dress and down to her knee as he gently caressed her leg.
He could feel himself becoming aroused and she could feel a dampness between her legs.

The continued to drive slowly through the heavy traffic, often stopped by mobs of people crossing the streets.
The windows were dark, so they could see out but no one could see in.

Their breathing increased as she reached to his pants and felt that he was hard as his hand slid under her dress only to discover that above her thigh high panty hose, she was wearing no panties.
He cock hardened at his discovery as he also felt a soft, slightly damp, shaved pussy.
She began to massage him through his pants and he rubbed his fingers between the lips of her pussy causing a low moan from them both.
Suddenly he stopped and pulled away and looked at her. 'I think we should open your present first. We may want to use it later', he said.
She wanted him to continue and slip his finger inside her but she knew the night was young and that would happen soon.

He sipped his champagne as he handed her the present. She sat up and slowly began to unwrap it.
As she opened it, she saw a small gold shaped orb, and what looked like a remote control.
She was not sure what it was at first.
He handed her the orb and took the remote, pressing a button as she felt the orb vibrate gently in her hand.
'Oh MY GOD' she said, 'Is that for what I think it is for'
He smiled slyly and said 'Yes, it is and now it is my time to place it in you. You are to wear it during the Broadway Play and I will have the remote.'
Her heart jumped as she also got wet thinking of him causing her to orgasm in public with the little orb.
At the same time, although she trusted him completely, she was scared.

Gently, he dropped to his knees on the floor of the limo and took a small sip of Champagne and taking the small orb into his hand.
He moved between her legs and lifted her dress up placing her legs over his shoulders as he slowly kissed her thighs.
She could feel her pussy getting wet knowing that soon his hot, wet tongue would be driving her over the edge and he would control her once the orb was in place.

He kissed slowly at her knee as his tongue licked up her thigh, near the crease where her thigh and hips meet and the back down again.
He made small kisses back up again this time nipping on her inner thigh then licking there lightly.
He took another cold drink of Champagne and with the bubbly still in his mouth, she felt his cold tongue lick long and slow up the entire length of her pussy.
She grasped the leather seat as he did.
His tongue glided slowly back down, then up.
He made the tip of his tongue pointed and stiff as he licked slowly side to side and up 'side to side' and up.
His tongue touched every inch of her now steaming pussy.
Her juices were flowing freely.
He moved up near her clit, licking it around the edges and back down again.
Then time gently sucking on her labia as his tongue gently massaged it inside his mouth.
His tongue moved down. His tongue now broad and flat licked her pussy up and down, again, and again, and again.
Near the top he stopped - slowly he flicked the tip of his tongue, like a hot candle flame at the edge of her now swollen clit.
His tongue flicked at the left edge..the top..the right edge..the bottom, then circled around her clit one, two, three, four, five times.
She bucked up and moaned wanting more.
He made a small tight circle with his lips, placed it over her clit, and gently sucked it in.
At the same time she felt a finger slide inside, hooking onto the walls of her pussy and rubbing gently.
The combination sent her into a wild orgasm.

She moaned loudly as she looked up she could see they were stopped with hundreds of people walking around the limo at a cross walk some trying to see inside. The scene made her feel like she was cumming in public.
She bit her lip as the came hard as he sucked her clit - his tongue rubbing over it as he sucked.
He pumped his finger in and out make her pussy feel like it was on fire.
Suddenly he pulled his finger out and placed a small cold strawberry inside her.
She jumped as his tongue darted in licking under it to suck it out.
She felt another wave coming as his hot wet tongue flicked in and out of her wildly.
As she started to orgasm again he quickly sucked the strawberry out and moved up quickly to kiss her.
The kiss was hot, wild, and erotic as he shared the strawberry with her.
She could taste herself on it as they both bit into it, her pussy on fire from his tongue.

He looked into her eyes, his eyes wild with passion, as he dropped down again.
This time he took the small orb and placed it into her.
A small thong like cloth made sure it held into place.
He pussy was on fire but her heart jumped thinking OMG, I cannot handle this all night.
He took the remote and pushed the button. The orb vibrated slightly inside her causing her to moan and jump.
He moved down and sucked her clit in again as he pressed the remote. Her whole body shook.
The feel of his mouth on her sensitive clit and the vibration in her pussy caused her to moan loudly and cum again.
Wave after wave hit her body and she begged him to stop as her knees beginning to shake.
Suddenly they had arrived at the Theatre Distinct.
He smiled at her and said, “We are here my love and your pleasure has just begun. Let me escort you up to our private balcony to watch the play”
As he put the remote into his pocket, the orb still inside her pussy, she walked her knees weak and, her hand in his, up the stars to the balcony to watch a Broadway Play.
She wondered if she could survive the play, let alone dinner.


PART II


They walked hand in hand into the theatre.
The event was packed with people as they wondered to the back of the building and up a small private winding staircase to a small balcony in the back.
He stopped her and pulled her close as he gave her a slow sensuous kiss pinning her against the stairwell wall.
He pushed against her and she could feel the bulge in his suit pants as he rubbed his body up and down against her leg.
She was turned on and knew he was too.
Their kisses parted and they finished the walk up the stairs only to be seated in the back of a balcony containing three rows with 5 seats per row .
They moved into the back row by themselves with 3 other couples in the two rows in front of them.
The curtain opened and the play began.

At first they both watched the play intently. She was thankful for his wonderful tongue and the little orb inside her hot pussy had weakened her.
Only now was she beginning to recover.

About 20 minutes into the play the stage darkened and the music began to move to a slow rhythmic beat.
She placed her hand on his leg, still staring intently at the stage, and begin to slowly rub up his leg.
The balcony was very dark as she slowly and quietly slid her hand higher up his leg.
She could sense his breathing increasing and knew that if her hand went any higher she would encounter a bulge in his pants.
She slowly slid her hand up and smoothly slid her palm over his erect cock, tracing the outline in his suit pants, causing him to quietly gasp.
The couples in front of them were quietly and intently watching the play, and she traced the outline of his cock and slowly traced around the rim, causing him to bite his lip and arch his hips up into her hand.
Her deft fingers moved up and quietly pulled his zipper down and unbuttoned his pants as she placed her shawl over his lap.
She reached inside and down the waistband of his boxers and released his throbbing cock.

She could tell he was going wild.
Normally, he would moan loudly when she took a finger sucked it in her mouth, looking at him as if she were sucking his cock, and circled her wet finger below the rim.
However, this time he had to be quiet and it was driving him crazy. She looked at him, smiling wickedly, and with one hand pumping his cock and the other hand moved a finger into her mouth.
She softly and deeply sucked it in and out making him imagine what her lips would feel like sucking his cock.
She stroked harder and faster with one hand and could feel how hard he had become and knew she could make him cum anytime she wanted.

Quietly she continued to pump his cock as she slide out of the chair onto her knees.
She settled between his legs and sucked only the head of his hard cock into her mouth.
Her hand continued to pump him as the head of his cock was engulfed in her lips as she circled her soft succulent lips around the rim followed by her soft wet tongue.
He wanted to scream out and knew he needed to cum bad.
She removed her hand and began to suck his cock in and out quickly, her tongue tracing on the underside in fast rhythmic strokes.
His balls were tight and she knew he was ready to cum as his hand gripped the back of her head as she sucked faster on his cock.
She stopped and licked the underside of the rim, flicking her tongue quickly on the spot he loved her to touch, making him arch up.
She sucked short little sucks five more times and he arched - his body stiffened .. and she felt his cum shoot into her mouth. She eagerly took him in and gently sucked him while his cock continued to throb as he fell limp into the chair.
She moved up, tucked him back into his boxers, and kissed him in a erotic passionate kiss letting him taste himself on her lips.

The first part of the play had just finished as they set back into their seats.
He had not expected this since and had temporarily, but only temporarily, forgotten his plans for her.
Quickly he remembered when he reached into his pocket and felt the remote.

The second part of the play was starting. Her pussy was wet from watching him go wild and erotic thoughts continued to fly through her head.
He moved over and kissed her lightly, his arm brushing over her breasts under her elegant black dress, as he caressed her thigh.
The music again began to play as he reached up her thigh and to his pleasure felt a wet pussy brush under his finger.
Suddenly, the music hit a high note that came every 30 seconds or so as she felt the first vibration of the orb inside her. At first the feeling startled her.
She felt the orb send vibrations throughout her pussy causing her to become wetter as his tongue, wildly and erotically, probed her mouth in a sensuous kiss.

The note came again and he pressed the button.
Her pussy felt low vibrations again as he kissed her neck.
She now knew the pattern that when the note sounded he would send that feeling shooting through her body by pushing the button on the remote..
The note came as she clutched the arms of the chair and it came again.
All she could do was concentrate on the music and the vibration on her pussy as it took her closer and closer to the edge.
One part of her wanted to attack him and get that device away, the other part, the part that was winning, wanted to release the pressure building in her.

Now it was his turn.
He dropped to his knees, his head under her dress, the people in front staring straight ahead , when the note came again.
The instant the note hit, his lips circled her clit, sucking it in and the vibration of the orb inside her began.
She lost control, biting her lip hard to keep from screaming as she bucked up to move his mouth off her clit as he hung on sucking it gently.
The vibrating continuing inside her as she came hard and strong.
Her body would not stop as his tongue rubbed over her clit as he sucked it in.
The orb vibrated gently inside her as her whole body exploded into a mind blowing orgasm.
She was afraid she would scream as she bit down onto her shawl.
No one turned around as she slumped into the chair.
He remained down and she felt his tongue dart inside her under the orb.
She was too weak to move as he flicked his tongue quickly under the orb and sucked it up and gently removed it.
Her pussy was flowing with juices as he quietly licked them up. He moved up and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips as she had done him.
Again, the timing was perfect as Act II ended.

She laid her head against his chest unable to moved during the intermission.
She sighed as her breathing became more normal.
She looked up and he looked down at her beautiful content face and smiled.

The intermission ended and everyone returned to their seats as the play began again.
They both sat relaxed, satisfied, as the watched the play.
Near the end of the play , he took her hand and suggested they get a drink since the lobby would be mostly empty with everyone leaving during intermission.
She was quite thirsty and agreed.
They walked down into the lobby and toward the restrooms.
She was heading toward hers when he grabbed her hand and pulled him into a small dark room between the two and closed the door.

The room was small and completely dark as he pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately.
She felt herself pushed against the wall and felt his cock released from his pants pushing against her thigh.
The room was completely dark.
She was suddenly wet again and wanted him inside her badly. She took his cock in her hand and slid it between her legs as he thrusted up into her.
His cock slide in gently as her legs wrapped around his body as he began to slowly push into her hot, tight pussy.
He whispered into her ear, how much he wanted her and how wonderful it felt to be inside her.
His voice was low in tone and labored due to the feelings her tight pussy was sending pulsing through his body.

He loved how her pussy stroked his cock as it slid in and out and how she pulled him tight inside her.
Be placed both hand under her ass and rocked her onto his cock as he bucked into her faster and faster.
He kissed her lips, sucking gently on the bottom lips as her tongue went into his mouth as she could feel herself ready to cum again.
Quickly her body shook in a small orgasm as he pulled out of her.

She wanted him to continue and pleaded him not to stop until he came inside her.
Suddenly, he moved behind her, pulling her dress up as she grasped a counter in the dark she felt him slide into her pussy from behind as he grabbed her hips.
He bucked into her as she arched back feeling his cock throbbing inside her.
Soon she was back to the edge again as she felt his finger reach around and make small soft circles over her clit as he pumped his cock into her from behind.
She wanted to be quiet since the were in a small closet like room near a busy lobby area, but she could not.
She felt her body start to shake and she panted loudly that she was going to cum!
At her urging he pounded harder, and harder, and harder into her. His balls slapping on her ass as he knew soon he too would cum.
She arched back into him as her legs began to shake as she came again.
As she did, she moaned loudly.
The feeling of her orgasm on his cock caused him to pump hard and fast as he exploded inside her.
She could feel his hot cum shooting into her as her as he loudly moaned her name and began to moan and pant loudly as he continued to explode inside her.
As he regain his breathing, he pulled out, and turned her around, her body limp, as he kissed her and told her he loved her as they lay against each others arms.

Now they had to freshen up, see the end of the play and moved to a romantic dinner at an elegant Italian restaurant.

The Night Before Hump Day

This video feed is from Kim and Ethan. I think we can all agree that Ethan has a really nice arse!

Diana

Written by Richard (UK) (Nov 99)

Diana's eyes shot open.
For a second or two she couldn't make out where she was.
The backfire from Rob's departing car had woken her from a jumbled labyrinth of dreams and she lay quietly, in the middle of the double bed, half naked body covered by a sheet.
Despite the morning sunshine, the room was all was darkness and silence.
Consciousness slowly recaptured her mind and she remembered the ghastly drive down to this place and Rob's anger with her inept navigation.
She could recall turfing him out sometime during the night and removing her pyjama bottoms, luxuriating in her freedom to move and spread within the bed.
After several hours on her own and a deep sleep her headache had subsided, leaving her feeling curiously languid and hungry.
She often felt like this after a migraine - hungry and very sexy.
She longed for protein, a rare beef sandwich or lots of slow love making.
This thought aroused a different, stirring hunger and her cool fingers wandered up the side of her bed-warm body until they reached her thigh.

Diana's breasts and long legs were her star attractions.
She had other delights but it was always the firm single handful of upturned breast with small brown nipple which first excited each and every lover.
When they had stopped drooling - figuratively or literally - over these delights they would then discover those firm thighs and mass of tightly curled hair.
Diana's hand continued to move slowly from her knee along the top of her thigh.
She could feel soft, downy hairs against the movement of her hand.
She listened carefully. There was no sound, confirming that Rob and Simon had left Mespoulet.
Alone in this strange bedroom, Diana had herself all to herself.
She did not usually indulge in self-help - a long line of eager lovers and, occasionally, Rob kept her more than satisfied. But this morning - well, she was alone, felt great and it was day one of a three week holiday.
She gently pushed one thigh away from the other.

As her fingers edged their way towards familiar territory to commence their slow rotations suddenly, from the kitchen, there came a noise.
Diana couldn't interpret the nature of the sound. A curious creaking, a clink, then a swishing noise.
Directly below her bedroom, Patric Desin, tool bag in hand, was climbing the stairs.
He was surprised to see the shutters on the corridor windows still closed, but ignored them.
He opened the door into the bedroom.
Once more, no daylight. 'Oh, well,' he thought, 'they have simply left in a hurry and forgotten to open the windows.'

Diana, heart thumping noisily, lay on her back and watched Patric creep towards the en suite bathroom.
He had not noticed her lying there.
A thin sheen of perspiration coated her body as her hand dropped slowly from her thigh and lay chastely at her side.
At first, when he had opened the door, she had been scared rigid.
This emotion switched rapidly to excitement when she realised that her visitor was a Frenchman.
Not Alain Dumey but presumably someone who helped him.
He was tall and slim and dark.
He was bare chested. He was wearing khaki shorts. His slim thighs were matted with tightly curled black hair. He was was just her type.
Her left hand lifted back - an old fantasy had suddenly become reality.

Patric put his toolbag on the lavatory seat, took out the hose Alain had given him and held it against the existing fitting.
Good, he thought, it will work, Alain won't have to spend more money on a new one.
Within three minutes he had the old hose off and was about to tighten up the final screw on the replacement when he heard what sounded like a groan. It seemed to come from the bedroom next door.
He was used to these old buildings which teemed with small rodents and birds and realised that the noise he heard was human.
But surely the Grants were all out? Alain had assured him that he had seen their car drive off half an hour earlier.
He shrugged and went back to tightening the tap screw.
The second time he heard the sound it was louder and unmistakably female.
Patric decided to investigate.
As quietly as he was able he opened Herves toolbag and, taking out the largest spanner he could find, quietly opened the door to the adjoining room.

The glow of Diana's thighs, tanned and shapely; the disarray of the linen sheet, rucked up over one hip; the steady rocking of her body awoke in Patric thoughts which he had devoted long hours to suppressing.
Diana's pyjama top fell from one shoulder, her eyes shut tight in her slow mounting fantasy.
Patric watched in the shadowy light then moved closer to the bed.
She gave no sign that she had noticed him, moving in ever more urgent strokes.
Her free hand moved up to undo the last buttons of her pyjama top, releasing one small round breast as Patric positioned himself gently on the edge of the bed.
Without thinking of the consequences he put the spanner on the floor, and with his foot pushed it from sight beneath the bed.
In one movement he bent his head to Diana's breast and softly touched the nipple with his lips.
Still she gave no sign that she had noticed his presence.
His wet tongue traced small circles as her body rocked steadily beneath him, breath falling warm on his cheek.

Suddenly, both arms were around his neck and salty lips pressed tight against his.
Diana's tongue, hard and thrusting pushed into his mouth meeting the tip of his own tongue and a small surge of electricity coursed to his thighs.
Her eyes, now wide open, crinkled into a luxurious smile as she grasped his arm and moved it under the sheet and down the length of her bare body.
She felt his hand moving over her stomach resting on the tangle of wet hair.
Slowly, like a feather, his forefinger touched and Diana shuddered, rolling her head to one side to watch the enjoyment on his face.
She moved in the bed and the sheet fell away to the floor.
Now quite naked, she raised her hips.
She was in a dream, a film.
First the side of his finger, then a delicate brush with its tip.
Long, confident strokes took her rapidly to a plateau. Diana tried to stop the inevitable but as the point of Patric's tongue circled her hard nipple and his wet lips covered the goose pimples around its base, she gave in.
One short cry, then another, longer one.
Her body arched; a deep moan, a shudder followed by a slow expellation of satisfied breath.

'My God' she whispered, 'Oh my God. That was just ....' 'Ssshh' Patric closed her mouth with a kiss, his finger still in place. 'Ssshh. Say nothing.'

'Here, let me feel you,' Diana demanded as she tried to locate the top button of his shorts.
She gave up and dropped her hand on to his thigh, fingers hunting beneath.
She found what she was seeking and held him tightly for a moment.

'Come on, get these shorts off,' she demanded. 'Let's see what you French men are made of.'

Suddenly - Bang!!! Bang, bang!!! The noise coming from the front door rocked Diana into action.

'My God, it's them. They're back. Get off - get off the bed. It's my husband. Quickly, go. He'll murder you if he finds us here. Quickly!'

Patric rushed into the bathroom and gathered up the remaining tools and thrust them into the old toolbag.
He ran his fingers through his hair and holding the bag carefully in front of his trousers tried to walk as nonchalantly as possible down the back stairs.
Meanwhile, Diana had leapt out of bed and shot into the bathroom, locking the door firmly behind her.
She sat for a moment on the edge of the bath, heart pounding in her ribcage, sweat covering her naked body.
Below, she could hear voices.
They seemed normal, not raised. She prayed that Rob and Simon had not noticed Patric as he crept from the gate
'Diana, are you in there?' Rob's voice from the bedroom.
'I'm in the bath. I'll be out in a couple of minutes.'
Rob opened the shutters and looked around the room. It smelled of bodies and bed.
He opened the windows wide and hooked them back to the outer wall.
He decided to make Diana's bed while Simon lit the barbecue for lunch and was plumping the pillow when his eye caught a curious stain on the cover.
He examined it. Pale yellow, moistly fresh it spread over three centimetres.
He lifted the pillow to his face and sniffed. Oil. Lubricating oil.
He could recognise it a mile off. But why on his wife's pillow?
The moment of understanding was accompanied by a kick in his gut.
Of course, that bloody French guy, Alain something, he's been here 'fixing the shower'. He couldn't even wait beyond day one.

Rob sat still on the edge of the unmade bed.
Behind the bathroom door he could hear Diana sloshing about, humming contentedly.
Rob looked across to the window.
Tall trees stood motionless against the perfect sky and he caught the smell of newly-lit charcoal which Simon was lighting below.
Perhaps he was over reacting, after all, he thought.
There is no doubt a simple explanation.
He got up and continued to make the bed. Yes, he thought, even Diana wouldn't risk ruining a summer holiday this early on.

Finally convinced and by now feeling quite hungry, Rob was reaching across the bed to smooth the cover when his foot hit something beneath the bed.
He reached down to see what it could be.
His hand swept the area where he thought he had felt the object and was surprised to feel cold metal.
He pulled the large spanner out, held it and looked at it for well over a minute.

'Bloody fucking bastard. Bloody bitch. That bloody bitch.'
Tears stung his eyes as he stumbled away from the bed. 'Bastard fucking bastards.'
He threw the spanner hard and accurately at the bathroom door.
It embedded itself in the soft wood surface, swung for a second then dropped noisily onto the carpet.

'You are a bitch.' he shouted towards the top of the stairs. 'Do you know that? A thoughtless bloody cow. I hate you. I always have.'

From the bathroom the sound of water and humming had stopped. In the bedroom, in the g”te there was silence.
Outside a small breeze had got up and the tree tops swayed, slowly painting the sky.

Once he had recovered his composure, Rob walked slowly over to Mespoulet, spanner in hand.
Hugh McGregor was leaning across the bonnet of his car studying a large scale Michelin map and did not notice Rob knocking on the kitchen door.
There was no reply so Rob walked around to the front of the house where he could hear the put-put of a motorised lawn mower. In the distance he could see Alain sitting astride the machine creating elegant patterns in the cut grass.
He wondered vaguely how Alain had had time to get from their gite to his mower and to cut that much grass.
Rob waved, then shouted and eventually Alain spotted him and drove across. He cut the engine and lifted himself off the saddle.

'Monsieur Grant, good morning. I hope you and Mrs. Grant slept well. Oh, and Simon too, of course.'
Rob ignored him.
'What is the meaning of this?' he held the spanner aloft. 'Eh? What the hell do you think you're up to?
We've only just got here and already you are messing around with my wife.'
If he had noticed Hugh McGregor, who had come up alongside, Rob made no indication.
'Er, frightfully sorry,' Hugh backed away from the tableau. 'I seem to have come at rather a bad time. I'll come back later, Alain.'
It was then that he noticed the spanner clenched in Rob's hand and wondered whether he should remain at a discreet distance in case things got nasty.
Rob ignored Hugh and went on. 'I'm only away from the place for a couple of hours and what do I find when I come back? A bloody spanner under my wife's bed and oil on the pillow. Can you explain that? Can you?' he urged.

Alain held out his hand.
'Please may I look?'
Rob handed him the spanner and stood, shoulders heaving as Alain turned it over in his hand.
Engraved on the shaft were the letters 'HD'.
It was one of his father's tools, the one he had given to Patric that morning to mend the shower hose.
He nodded and put his hand on Rob's shoulder.
'Monsieur Grant, I can understand your concern and, yes there is an explanation. If you would care to join me for a late morning eau de vie and a coffee I believe I can explain everything to you. And I will also take immediate and appropriate action if we can substantiate your apparent allegations.
Together, the two men walked towards the house.
Hugh McGregor returned to his car and folded the map, placing it in the glove compartment watching as Rob and Alain walked towards the kitchen door.
He could still hear Rob's words and found them hard to comprehend.
He had obviously misjudged Alain who had turned out to be a typical randy Frenchman.
Oh, well, good luck to him, Hugh grinned to himself.
Silly to have got caught, though, he thought.
I can't wait to tell Lizzie. She seemed to think rather a lot of her Monsieur Dumey.
I wonder what she will make of this turn of events.

Two's company, three's a party

Written by Minton (Nov 99)

I can still recall the first time I meet Ian.
It was at a wedding reception and I was in a small group indulging in some light conversation when he came over and joined us.
I was struck straightaway by his easy going manner and boyish charm.
On that first evening I never got to talk to Janet, his wife, but I did observe them together.
She was very attractive with a sexy smile.

Subsequent to that first meeting, I struck up a friendship with them and over the years I became a frequent visitor to their home.
Although Janet was usually around, most of my conversation was with Ian.
As the wife of a close friend, I did not view Janet in a sexual way;
or, at least, I tried not to.

I found her very attractive and she possessed a certain free spirit that I guessed could transform her in to a wild sexual animal.
I occasionally wondered what went on behind their bedroom door.
The years passed by and our relationship stayed pretty much the same -- until last week.

It was Friday evening.
I'd gone round to watch some football on the T.V. and, after that, the three of us watched a so-called erotic movie.
We , also, had a lot to drink and by the time the film had ended, Janet was out cold.
Ian asked me to help get her upstairs.
She was like a dead weight but the two of us managed to get her safely upstairs and in to their bedroom. We placed her gently on the bed.
Ian smiled at me and said, " Can I show you something that might interest you? " I nodded, not knowing quite what to expect.

He proceeded to slowly, very slowly, lift up his wife's dress.
My pulse started to race.
The anticipation was heart stopping; at any moment I would feast my eyes on Janet's knickers.
But it wasn't her panties that were revealed but her naked cunt.
My head began to spin.
"What do you think ? " asked Ian.
I couldn't respond.

I was transfixed.
Ian leaned over a planted a kiss on his wife's pussy.
Suddenly, Janet began to stir.
I was in a state of panic, imagining a terrible scene.
She opened her eyes and looked straight at the two of us.
She smiled a very strange smile and said, " What are you two dirty devils up to? "
Then, she spread her legs and, in a very commanding voice, said to Ian, "You get your tongue down here and start licking."
" And you," she said, looking at me, "sit down, get your cock out and start wanking."
I did as I was commanded and slowly wanked myself while Ian began licking her pussy.
Janet gave a series of delightfully sexy moans.
After a few minutes they changed position.
Janet got on all fours facing me. Ian got behind her and started to fuck her slowly.
Janet looked directly at me, watching the movement of my hand. " Bring that cock over here, " she said.
And, supporting herself on one arm, she took hold of my cock and began to wank me.
Suddenly, Janet let go of my cock and stared frantically touching herself.
Ian responded by ploughing in to her with a powerful jerking action.
Within seconds the pair of them climaxed; he with deep masculine grunts, she, more noisily, with a beautiful moaning sound.
I watched in amazement.
The whole thing was unreal, surreal and totally mind-blowing.

A minute or two went by, and then Janet looked at me and said, " You and I have got some unfinished business.
Pop up on the bed and let me relieve that stiffness for you."
I lay on the bed and she began to wank me slowly.
" Play with my tits, " she said.
I suddenly became a bit assertive and replied, " I'd rather stroke and kiss your bum."
" That's sounds nice," giggled Janet.
She positioned herself so that her lovely bottom was inches from my face.
I ran my hands over her beautiful curves and kissed her smooth, sexy skin.
" Mmmm, " she whispered, and added, " you can keep doing that."
Then, deep within me, I felt it beginning and I knew this would be a special, very powerful come.
And, just before I was overwhelmed by that unique sensation, I was conscious of Ian sitting watching us .
He looked very excited at sight of his wife wanking off another man. Then it hit me, and, it was very, very special.

I don't know if the events I've just described will alter things between the three of us, but there's a big game on T.V.this Friday night and they've invited me over. Joseph

This Video Sucks

Okay, the video doesn't suck, but Kim sure does. And she does so very artistically. This video feed is from Kim and Ethan. This tongue dance is pure poetry.

Bedtime

By Paul Wilson odinson1369@hotmail.com (Oct 99)

It was a long day for the both of us.
You spent extra time at school, and I pulled some overtime out on the job site.
This summer has been a real bitch, and when you got home, I had already showered. You came in, set your books down, kissed me and started stripping before you even got to the bathroom.
I guess I dosed off or something, because the next thing I remember was that I didnt hear the shower running.

We were there in my chair, both of us as naked as the day we were born, your arms around my neck and mine around your waist.
I was getting excited and I think that feeling that under you kinda did something to you because you started grinding on me slowly, almost like you were afraid or something.
But when I didnt break our kiss, you started going faster and harder.
It was neat, because I gould feel your tits on my chest.
They'd pull back just far enough to tickle the hair on my chest, then mash against me hard.
It was an interesting feeling, and it excited me even more. You moaned softly against my mouth, when the tip of my hardon rubbed past your lips and hit something.
Then you started going really hard and fast against me.
All of a sudden, you stopped and bit my lip. Your whole body tensed for a second, then you relaxed, opened your eyes and looked into mine and smiled.
I looked at you with a silly lop sided grin and cocked me head, you just slowly got up and took my hand, turned away and started toward the bedroom. We never got past the couch.

When we were going past the picture window, I turned you to it, pushed past the hanging plants that are there and bent you over slightly, placed my hands on your hips and started stroking you with the length of my cock.
Against your pussy and tickling your ass with it, but never putting it in.
Just sliding the length past your pussy lips.
You reach back and between your legs and softly begin to tickle my balls with your nails.
Almost as if that were a que, I draw my hips back and let my cock dip down to your opening. You curl your fingers one more time and I slide into you.
Slowly, only maybe an inch at a time before pulling back and sliding back into you.
When I'm in as far as I can get at this angle, I lean back a little bit and slide the last little bit into you.
Then in one long slow stroke, I pull almost completely out.
Letting just the tip hang in you.
You feel me sliding out and draw a breath. You put your arms on the window with your elbows out to the side and rest your face on your hands.

I pull one hand away from your hips and lick my finger, then I put it against my cock and tracea thin, wet line from your pussy, up your ass and into the small of your back.
Then in one sudden move, I slam forward into you.
Pressing your tits against the window.
Again, I pull out almost all the way in one long slow stroke, this time tho, I begin to stroke you with short fast strokes.
Nothing more than the very tip sliding in and out of you.
You can feel the head as it passes your lips.
You try to push back onto me, to get all of me into you, but I push you away and whisper "No"
We settle into the short fast rhythm like that, and you start to go with it. Getting into it.
Without any warning at all, I slam everything I have deep into you, again, pressing your tits into the window.
This time though, I move my hands up and one begins softly massaging your right tit.
The other is massaging your clit.
You feel my chest and stomach against your back as I lean forward to lick, kiss, suck and bite you face, your neck, your shoulders and back as I grind deep in you.
You whimper a little when I slide all the way out of you and guide you back to the bedroom.
We have a low dresser in there, and I sit you up on top of it, pressing your back against the mirror, setting your knees on my shoulders and teasing you very briefly with the tip of my cock before slipping it into you again.
I move my hands from your legs to your ass and pick you up off the dresser.
Just far enough to get even deeper in you. You sit there and begin to go with the motions of our sex, pushing your body up off of the dresser to keep me going deep into you.
This time, a strange look comes to our faces...almost at the same time.
I see your eyes glaze over and a thin layer of sweat covers our bodies and you tense up.
I can feel the muscles in your pussy contracting on my sensitive skin and it almost makes me lose my mind.
You slam your hands onto my back and dig your nails deep into the skin there.
My hands on your ass dig deep into your skin.

Together, our breathing quickens, and my vision fades at the edges.
The waves of passion wash over us and take us ut to sea.
Sweat beading off of my foreheaad, and between your breasts, to trail down your belly.

After a moment, I gather up what remains of my strength and carry you over to the bed.
Laying you there as gently as I can, I climb into bed beside you and softly kiss you good night.

Ms Bones

A little video by Ms. Bones.

Wife Rules

Written by Merlin (Oct 99)

It happened when our daughter went off to college, leaving my wife and me in the empty nest.

A couple days after she had gone off, my wife announced to me, with very little forewarning, "Things are gonna be a little different now with you and me."
I asked her in what way would they be different.
She replied, "Well, for one thing, you are gonna clean the house, do all the ironing, cook and do all the shopping.
And I am going to take a couple of nights off each week and do what I want, how I want and when I want."

"Hmm, that's some difference." I said to her, a bit shocked but somehow pleased that she had the confidence to tell me that.
I sensed a resoluteness about her, and I liked it.
Her announcement was not entirely a surprise; for years I had geared my sexual needs to accommodate hers.
I usually ate her pussy until she came, then played with myself until I came.
She rarely allowed me inside her... too messy she had said.

On special occasions, if she wanted it, she let me fuck her, but she always got on top and milked me down.
I was always left feeling used and unsatisfied, to which she always told me, "Well if you don't like it that way, we can stop doing it and you can keep eating me."
"And what do I get in return for this new arrangement?" I asked, half suspecting the answer to that even as I asked.
"You get to eat my pussy when you are a good boy and when I get horny. You always like to eat me anyway.
You can no longer fuck me. You can only eat me. After you eat me you can jack off like you usually do."

She stood there, confident and tall, all 5' 8" of her, long lovely legs, narrow waist and flaming red hair, her hands on her hips.
She was not glaring, but her demeanor left no doubt as to her intent and her resolve.
Suddenly I felt weak kneed and very soft and warm inside, feeling that this new change was going to suit us both very well.
I knew she longed for new excitement in her life, and that I could never give her that.
I knew she loved me but wanted more than I could give her.
I felt certain that whatever she did, it would not result in her leaving me.
But if there was a danger of that, it was up to me to make sure that did not happen.
I decided to go along with her newfound liberation and see where it took us.
Truth to tell, I was almost looking forward to it.

I sensed my cock growing hard with the thought of her with another man, fucking his brains out, sucking his cock, letting him eat her snatch.
I could be content to eat her pussy after she fucked some man and I could jack off to relieve my own needs.
Barely two nights later she came home from work and said, "I have plans tonight and so hurry up and cook supper so I can get started."
I complied, cooking some low-fat concoction which I had learned to prepare for our diet.
After we ate and I cleaned up the kitchen, she said, " I'm going to use the downstairs bedroom tonight.
I have a friend coming over and don't want to be disturbed."
I knew that the downstairs had a separate entry, a phone on a separate phone line and was completely isolated from the rest of the house, the ground level.
My cock firmed up as I thought about what her plans were.
Instead of being jealous or upset, I was almost relieved that she had found another outlet for her energy.
That meant I didn't have to entertain her, well maybe I would later after her company left.

"Don't bother us or come downstairs. I don't want to be disturbed tonight. In fact I will probably sleep downstairs so you can go to bed when you want to. ok? We will be up until late, I imagine."

"Yes, dear," I responded. What else could I say?
She was not asking me; she had issued her orders and expected me to comply.

And I liked it. I liked her new attitude and could see it wore well on her.
She was becoming more confident with each passing day since her ultimatum to me.
She said nothing about who was coming over or what their plans were and I did not have the courage to ask her.
Suddenly I realized that we had almost reversed roles. I had become shy and reticent and she had become bold and sure of herself.
Within a few minutes she retired to the downstairs and closed the door leading to the upstairs.
In just a few minutes I could hear a car pulling into the lower level parking and the door slam.
My curiosity was killing me so I peeked out the window to see who it was.

My heart sank when I saw a tall, black man get out of the car and enter the downstairs area.
"Damn, I never thought about that happening! A black guy! Shit! A cock on a black guy is twice as big as mine. Damn!"
My mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, some fearful and some, most in fact, were erotic and satisfying.

After the initial shock of seeing the black guy wore off, I was relaxed in the conviction that she would get a good fucking, and that would satisfy her.
And maybe, just maybe, I would get to eat her out after he left.
I couldn't sleep, even though midnight passed and I could tell the car was still there, just where he had parked it.

Would they spend all night there, screwing, eating each other?
Finally at 1:30 I heard the car start and drive away. My heart was racing.

My thoughts a blur. What now? Will she sleep there as she threatened?
Suddenly the upstairs phone rang. It was my wife.

"Come on down here. I want you to do something for me. Hurry."
I hurried. I ran down the stairs two at a time.
I couldn't wait to comply with her orders. I passed through the doorway of the bedroom.

I saw my wife in dim light lying on the bed with her legs spread slightly apart.
She was entirely naked and I could see that wet, creamy cum was oozing out of her pussy.
"Eat me," she ordered without emotion or hesitation. "Hurry up and eat me. Make me cum."

I was on my knees and spreading her legs before she uttered the last syllable.
I could see now that the cum was dripping down into the crack of her lovely ass and it covered her entire pussy.
I buried my face in her crotch and stuck my tongue far into her hole, my hands running up and down her long, lithe legs.
I was in rapture.
My thoughts were only to please her, to make her happy, to make sure she stayed with me.

The fact that I was sucking another man's cum from her snatch meant nothing to me.
I wanted her to talk to me now and tell me how that black stud had fucked her, but she only moaned and rolled her hips as I sucked her pussy, filling my mouth with hot cum.
I swallowed it and went back for more.

"Hmmm, you're doing a good job. He left more cum in me than you do," she finally said as I continued to eat her.
With those words my cock, already bone hard, twitched and I nearly came.
The effect of having my wife tell me how some man had fucked her and left his cum in her was like an aphrodisiac.

"Keep eating me until you clean out all his cum and then I want to cum again. Aaahhhh that's good."

In seconds her hips heaved as she climaxed again, her hands grabbing me around the head and scratching me with her fingernails.
Her legs squeezed my face and I could barely breath, but I was in ecstasy, paradise. I loved it.
I loved her snatch and the cum I had swallowed.
I loved it all. She finally relaxed and rolled over on her stomach, revealing her perfect, shapely, white ass.

Those loaves stuck up in the air, making me even more horny than before, if that was possible.
"Now kiss my ass, lick it and jack off," she said to me, calmly, evenly.
I buried my face between the loaves of her ass and licked wildly and furiously.
I pushed my tongue inside her asshole while jacking myself off into my hand, using a cloth on the floor, which I suspected she left there, to shoot my load in.

I loved it.
She only allowed me to eat her ass when I had given her a really good tongue job on her pussy.
My tongue tasted her musky ass as I shot wave after wave of my hot cum into the cloth.
Finally, I dropped to the floor exhausted, panting, the taste of her ass, pussy, and his cum on my mouth and nose.
My face was covered now in dried cum, hers and his.

"Go upstairs and leave me now," she announced simply.
"I'll see you for breakfast. In fact I think I will probably sleep down here from now on.
I want you to move my chest and dresser down here tomorrow.
After tonight, the thought of you sleeping with me just doesn't seem right. You know what I mean?"

She turned on her side and covered herself with the sheet.
I left, my mind in a daze while reviewing the night.
What would next week bring?
What would tomorrow bring? Whatever it was, I was ready for it, and my reward.

"Yes, dear, I know exactly what you mean," I said to her, in response to her remarks.

The Seduction

Written by Keith R. Reynolds (Oct 99)

Chapter 1

The wind was soft and warm as it blew through the sea grass covering the dunes.
That early in the morning, the sand was warm and bright white, but not too hot to walk on.
The early morning was the local's time on the beach.
By mid-morning, the place would be crawling with plump white people in loud clothes, and even louder children. The quiet would return briefly in the very early afternoon when most of the tourists retreated to the air conditioned hotels and bars, and the locals moved to the screened porches of the beach houses.
Then, once again in the evening the beaches once again belonged to the locals.
The tourists were all off looking for a 'good seafood restaurant, like Red Lobster.' Pity the poor pathetic tourists.

He had not noticed her before on his morning walks through the dunes, and he was sure he would have.
Perhaps she was new to the area, she didn't look like the typical tourist as she lay on the blanket and stretched lazily, reaching over her head. Her tan was natural; not the oil induced kind he was so used to seeing on the beaches and in the hotels and bars.
Her breasts flattened against her chest as she stretched and lay on her back.
Her print bikini just barely hid her womanly charms.
Her legs well formed and it was evident even at a glance that she kept herself in shape.
How old was she?
30 perhaps, maybe a year or two older.
A mature woman, an arousing woman. Her shoulder length dark hair shone in the sun.

Michael stopped and watched with interest as the woman rolled over and lay on her stomach. The pattern of the dunes hid them both from the normal traffic on the beach.
She lay on her stomach, her head on the blanket.
She reached behind her and unfastened her bikini top. Nothing particularly unusual about that. But this woman did not just lie on it as most women did. She pulled it off completely and set it beside the blanket.
She raised up on her elbows so that her breasts hung down, and her nipples just barely touched the surface of the blanket.

Sitting down on the sand Michael watched intrigued as the woman rocked back and forth, brushing her nipples back and forth on the material of the blanket.
Her bottom wiggled and she spread her legs wide apart and pressed her sex into the sand.
Michael chuckled to himself.
She was masturbating on the blanket. Her right hand slid under her, and into her bikini bottom. Even at a distance he could see the motion of her hand as she caressed herself.
Eyes closed, she bit her lower lip and a look of sexual joy crossed her face.
His own sex began to come alive as he watched the woman make love to herself.
He knew he probably should leave the woman in peace, but something about her made him stay.

Her hands moved to her hips, she undid the ties of her bikini bottom, and in an instant her bikini bottom joined the top, and she was completely naked.
He was not surprised to see that her body was completely tanned, and it was evident that sun bathing in the nude was not new to the woman.
It did surprise him to see that her sex was completely bare of any hair.
The aroused lips of her sex were full and open.
As quickly as it had left, her right hand returned to her sex.
Her left hand caressed and teased her firm round ass.
A finger teased and caressed her ass and then slowly, gently moved inside the tight opening.
Slowly she began to move the digit in and out, relaxing with each movement.
After several minutes, a second finger joined the first. She moved to a kneeling position with her head resting on the blanket and her ass and hips raised her sex and ass fully exposed, and equally full of her fingers.

Michael released his cock from its prison in his trunks.
He was a little surprised at how excited he really was.
Although he loved watching women, and watching them masturbate; he could not remember the last time he had gotten this excited while watching.
He slipped out of his trunks, and like the woman was totally naked.
His cock felt good in his hand.
From the time he was a young boy, he loved to masturbate, and did so frequently.
He would frequently bring himself almost to the point of ejaculation, and then stop.
When he finally did allow himself to finish, he would cum all over his hand and stomach.
He frequently licked his fingers and hand clean, enjoying the taste of his own seed.

Gently, slowly he caressed himself, watched intently as the woman did the same.
She moved her fingers from her sex to her mouth and back again.
Each time opening her sex wider, inserting more fingers until she nearly had her entire hand inside herself.
A third finger joined the initial two in her ass.
She rocked back and forth, brushing her nipples across the material of the blanket.
From his vantage point, Michael could see that her nipples were very long, and very hard.

Almost together, they reached orgasm, both moaning out loud.
Michael's cum shot in a long streak across his stomach to his chest.
He came again and again, coating his stomach with streams of hot, white fluid.
Gently he lifted the fluid from his stomach with his fingers and licked them clean.
The salty, slightly metallic taste was good in his mouth.
He watched as the woman seemed to scoop the wetness from her sex to her mouth.
Finally she pulled her fingers from her ass, and they too moved to her mouth.
She collapsed on the blanket, spent.

Lying still for a few moments, she finally pulled on her bikini bottom, leaving the top on the blanket beside her.
Sitting up, she arched her back, as if to offer her breasts and nipples to the sun. Michael slipped into his trunks and glanced at his watch.
He would have loved to have stayed and watched her, but he had things to do and people to see.
As he stood up, he glanced one more time at the woman.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at him.
She touched her finger tips with her tongue and smiled the smallest of smiles, and turned away to watch the ocean.
The look stopped Michael dead in his tracks.
She had known he was there!!

Michael finished his walk and ended up back at the house.
By the time he got home it was hot and sticky.
He showered and then headed for the porch.
The heat hit him like a punch in the face as he stepped out of the air-conditioned house onto the screened porch and threw himself into the comfortable rattan chair.
The bright sunshine and soft whir of the overhead fan soon lulled him into a light sleep.
He woke with a start as a beautiful young woman glided onto the porch carrying a chilled crystal glass and a bottle of sparkling water. She moved like a cat, slowly, not making a sound. Her steps were cat like, fluid, and yet purposeful.
Dianne was Michael's personal secretary and all around 'girl Friday' as well as being his submissive lover.
She was 25 with soft brown hair tied back in a braid that hung straight to the middle of her back, and had soft round curves in all the right places.
She was completely naked.
Her breasts were large and her nipples were dark and erect.
Tiny gold rings pierced her nipples and she had absolutely no pubic hair.

'I thought you might like something cold to drink, sir, and this message just came in off the computer,' the young woman said softly with a faint island accent, her eyes lowering in deference.

She bent over and set the tray on the table beside the chair. On the tray was a folded piece of white printer paper.
She smiled at him softly and just as silently as she had arrived, she glided back into the house.

'Thank you Dianne,' Michael said as he watched her walk into the house.

A look of concern shadowed his face and beads of perspiration began to form on his forehead as he read the message on the page.
Taking a sip of the cold liquid, he looked again at the printed letters on the paper.
The message was short, simple and to the point.
'London, Friday the 23rd. 0900, Sir Roger.' There was nothing particularly unusual about a message to report to the home office.
What was unusual about this one was that it came under Sir Roger's name himself, and he had never, ever, gotten a home office call back directly from Sir Roger.
Even what the message said was most unusual.
'London, Friday 23rd. 0900, Sir Roger.' Short and simple and to the point, and yet something was not right.
Something big was going on to summoned back to the home office like this.
After all, orders were orders and orders should be sent through secured channels, and confirmed! Isn't that one of the first things they taught at the Pre-School? Any why send this through electronic mail for God sake! Who knows who might be hacking this?

'No, something is not right' he said slowly to himself.

He had to take some time and think this one through.

'James, I'm going down to the boat and do some fishing for a while, I'll be back later,' Michael yelled through the house to someone unseen as he headed for the car.

Assignments and callbacks were always, always, always done through secure systems.
How many times at Indoctrination had they drummed that into your head? Nothing goes out in the clear, through non-secure systems without express written permission of the director himself.
THE DIRECTOR HIMSELF! He walked a little faster. What was happening that was so important that the Director would become involved?
He hurried to the car, and got in.
The seat was hot and the steering wheel was even hotter.
Damn, he should have remembered to park in the garage last night.
It was hotter, and more humid as he headed to town.
It smelled like rain, a storm must be coming up.
The material of his shirt was already wet with sweat and stuck to his chest.
The car started down the hill toward town on the winding road narrow rode past the oil refinery and coca plantations toward Fredrickstaad.
He drove a little faster than normal.
There was no traffic on the weekends, and even less now that the tourists had gone home. He liked to drive fast especially on this road.
The Austin held the road well, almost as if it could drive itself.
There had been times, years ago when after having drunk too much, he was sure that it had.
'What foolishness that had been' he thought to himself, but when you are young, nothing can hurt you.

The afternoon sun sparkled through the palm trees and the lush underbrush, it was early yet, he glanced at his watch, only 2:00 P.M.
That early in the day Fredrickstaad was empty, just like he liked it.
All the fishing boats were still out. Besides, it was off-season and all the cruise ships were up north. He really hated tourists.
Especially the American's with their usually loud fat wives and even louder flowered shirts. The fat white people who complained because things here weren't like back home. They should keep them all on the cruise ships, or better yet, make them all stay home.
Little wonder the term 'ugly American' had stuck.
Michael Ian Kelly was a very good-looking 35.
Dark hair, salt and pepper beard and mustache.
He worked out on a regular routine and could still do a mile in the pool in less than 30 minutes.
Considered by most women that knew him and some men to be extremely good looking.
His mother had been Irish and his father was American, although like Michael, he hadn't lived in the country for a number of years.
In fact, Michael wasn't even sure where his father was.

They'd been somewhat estranged since Michael's mother died in an auto accident when Michael was only a teenager.
Although Michael officially claimed American citizenship, he traveled under any number of different names and passports.
He maintained a wide variety of friends and contacts both legal and illegal, in the first, second and third worlds.

After doing well in some very good private American primary and secondary schools, undergraduate work in political science at Cornell and then on to Harvard Law, he'd spent a couple of years in both the CIA and DOD, counterintelligence.
By all accounts he was one of the best young prospects in the agency.
His work both in the field as an agent, and as an analyst at headquarters at Langley, had been noticed by people that mattered. Rumor had it he was being groomed for stardom.
Then only a day after the still unsolved bombing at the women's clinic that killed his young wife, he dropped his passes, badges and weapon on his section director's desk, walked out of the building and dropped out of sight.
No explanation, no notice, he was just gone.
He surfaced in London about six months later. When questioned by American intelligence at the embassy, he would only say that he had taken a position as the special assistance for security for a Sir Roger Wythe.
Questions were still being asked concerning the circumstances of his leaving.
Michael was not very helpful. Of course if asked by the press what was the status of Mr. Michael Kelly, officially there was no comment.

A glance at the British Who's Who of Royalty would provide the following information about the equally mysterious Sir Roger Wythe. 'Wythe, Roger, David Michael, 5th Earl of Norburg, Military Intelligence /Special Projects Desk, retired. Sir Roger was head of one of the richest and most reclusive sets of families in all of England.
The exact sources of their income were closely kept secrets.
The families married closely within their own circles. Sir Roger had held nearly every important and visible position of the upper echelons of the intelligence community, on both sides of the Atlantic.

Since retirement he had moved rather rapidly to gather significant holdings in international mass media.
In each case of a take over, within a short period of time the company or division showed a decided shift in programming toward a more liberal position on providing sensitive material. Some rumors had been surfacing that he had significant contacts with the Irish Republican Army and the expanding Russian erotic underground.
Nothing had ever been specifically proven, and of course Sir Roger and his stunningly beautiful wife Sara were as pure as the driven snow.

Michael bought the island house within six months of joining Sir Roger's operation. Intelligence units of governments on both sides of the Atlantic had kept tabs on him.
It was known that he spent most of his time on the island with frequent trips to the UK, the US and Europe.
The trips were never for very long, and he was always seen with the most beautiful women and most influential persons of government, industry and society.
No one at CIA, DOD or British Military Intelligence could quite figure out what he was doing, or why.

He had been seen frequently in the company of some of the most beautiful women and men on both sides of the Atlantic.
The women he was seen with were all extremely sensual, and appeared most willing to express their sensuality.
It seemed that he had no long-term relationship with anyone particular woman.
He'd been seen in New York, Washington, London, Paris, Rome, Miami, San Francisco, and other major cities. Of those keeping tabs on Mr. Kelly none were exactly sure what it was he was doing.
What was known was that he was obviously being well paid.
The plantation house, the boat, new wardrobe, and first class plane tickets across the globe didn't come cheap.

None of the usual sources were any help, and the Caribbean bank accounts were closed to prying eyes.
In any case, recently, after Michael's visit to a particular city, there appeared to surface an increase in upscale very private clubs with an exotic flavor to them.
Inquiries were being effectively thwarted as to the exact nature of the clubs.
Most of what was known had been obtained illegally.
Questions were being raised in many cities. The car slid to a quick stop in front of Mother's Pub.
He had a taste for a beer, and Mother's was his favorite.
Mother's was empty and cool as he stepped in from the heat of the street.
The air conditioning made him shiver a little. Mother's was what one would call in polite circles a waterfront dive, but it suited him well.
Half indoor, and half outdoor not unlike many of the bars in the town.

A little run down, with a very lived in look, native island look, even if it was designed that way.
Even during the season the place didn't see many tourists. That was one of the reasons he liked it.
Most of the tourists stayed on the other side of the island anyhow.
'Mother's' was a rather seedy kind of waterfront dive, on the outside, and a rather classy place on the inside. That was all by design.
The owner, a good friend of Michael's was of like mind when it came to tourists.
Michael thought the locals should have a place to call home, even during the season. The bar was almost cliche itself.
It looked like something straight out of 'Key Largo' or 'To have and Have not' One might have expected Bogart and Bacall to come walking down the stairs any time or see Walter Brennan limp through the front door looking for a free drink. The food was good, the beer cold and the drinks potent with local rum.
For Michael's money, Mothers was the best bar on the island.

'Good day Mr. Kelly, you want the usual?' the large black man behind the bar asked as Michael slid into a seat at the bar.

'Good day Raymond, yes, the usual please,' Michael said.

His Irish accent was faint, he'd been gone from Dublin too many years, but it was there none the less. Raymond the bartender set a shot of Jameson's Irish whisky, neat on the bar then poured half a bottle of Guinness Stout into a glass and set in front of him. Tan colored foam filled half the glass.

'Fifty degrees, right Mr. Kelly,' Raymond said, indicating the temperature of the beer and grinning widely, proud of his knowledge of Michael's preferences.

'That's right Raymond, everyone tells you that the Irish drink their beer at room temperature, they just forget that in Ireland 50 degrees is their room temperature.'
They both laughed. Michael took a sip of the whisky and then a swallow of the thick dark beer. Guinness was only really good at room temperature, Irish room temperature. It felt and tasted good going down.
The bitter aftertaste welled up in the back of his throat.
That was the best part.

'Sure is a hot one out there,' Raymond said, leaning on the bar with both arms.
The muscles rippled in his arms and the sweat glistened on his skin. Raymond had very large wrists and had done some professional fighting in his time.
'Yes, yes it is, just like I like it,' Michael replied.

The bartender looked up suddenly.
'Oh Mr. Kelly, I meant to tell you, a guy was in here about a week or so ago asking about you. I think an American, businessman kind of looking chap.
He asked if I knew you or where you lived. I told him I'd never heard of you. He had one drink and then left and I haven't seen him since,' Raymond said seriously.

'What did he look like,' Michael asked, looking up over the top of the glass of beer, as a frown knitted his well-tanned brow.

'Oh, he's about 6 foot maybe 6-2, about 200 lbs. ' He had short dark hair, a little mustache, one of them English kind of mustaches, really narrow and straight and he had really big hands, looked really strong,' Raymond replied.
'He talked really soft though, seemed like a nice guy, except for the gun under his jacket. I saw that as he leaned over the bar. He didn't look like a government man, his clothes, they was too nice.'

'Has he been in again, have you seen him since then?' Michael asked as he took another swallow of the dark thick beer. That same shadow of concern crossed his face as when he had first read the return order.

'No, I haven't seen him since, but I thought you'd like to know,' Raymond said quickly.

Michael nodded his and lapsed into silence.
The description didn't fit anyone that came to mind. He knew most of the goons from the other side. Still, it was a little odd. This stranger shows up and then the message about London. Suddenly it came to him. He would have to give Robert a call when he got home.

He motioned to Raymond to come closer. 'Listen Raymond,' Michael said, 'I may have to go off island for a little while, and I'll probably be taking James and maybe Dianne with me, how about keeping an eye on the place for me, and keep an eye on the boat too?' Raymond lived down at the marina where Kelly kept his boat.

'Sure Mr. Kelly, I'd be glad to,' Raymond replied.

'The usual rate OK?' Michael asked, 'I'm not sure how long I'll be gone.'

'That's fine Mr. Kelly, you know you pay me too much anyhow,' Raymond said with a grin.

They both laughed. 'I'll probably be leaving tomorrow at first light,' Michael said. 'I'll have James call you here and let you know when I'll be coming back so you can give the boat a once over and go up and open up the house before I get back.'

'OK Mr. Kelly, you want another round?' Raymond asked.

'No, I think not. Maybe I'll go see how the fishing is,' Michael replied.

'I heard they were hitting up at the north end early this morning, maybe you try up there,' Raymond offered.
'Thanks Raymond, maybe I'll check up there, and I'll see you when I get back,' Michael said as he slid of the barstool.

Finishing the beer, Michael waved a hand in salute and headed out the door. The bartender wiped the bar and washed the glasses and shook his head as Michael hurried from the bar.
'He's a strange one,' Raymond said to no one but himself.
The fishing wasn't any good, even at the north end of the island.
Maybe it was too hot and all the fish had gone farther north, like the tourists.
Michael shut down the engine and drifted with the current for a while, trolling, but nothing was hitting.
Finally he stripped naked and lay on deck and let the sun bake him.
He liked the feel on the sun on his skin. Even for a fair skinned American, living in the islands had turned his skin a beautiful golden brown.

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully, but Michael never did quite get the woman in the sand, or Raymond's description of the guy with the gun out of his mind.
It was nearly dark when he finally pulled on his shorts, started up the boat and got back to the pier.
He cleaned things up, stowed all the gear and made sure everything was secure and headed home. The narrow dirt road from the main road was barely wide enough for the car. If you weren't looking for the turn, you would go right by it. He knew as soon as he hit the first bump in the dirt road that James would know he was coming.
Microelectronics were a wonderful thing.
The house was high up in the hills. From the big screened in porch he could see the whole west side of the island.
It was an old place, originally a plantation house for a coca plantation.
Except for some improvements to the wiring, phones and plumbing and the security system, it looked about the same as when the original owner had moved out nearly 50 years ago.
He had picked it up for nearly nothing.
It suited him, large and rambling, four or five bedrooms, lots of open air.

'James, get a call through to Robert Smythe in London! I'll be on the porch,' he said to the young black man that met him at the door 'and have Dianne bring me a beer.'
The orders came out rapid fire, like one would expect from a man used to giving orders and expecting them to be carried out to the letter.

'Yes sir' the good looking young black man said with an easy grin.

James returned to the room a few moments later with a stack of unopened mail.
'How was the fishing?' the young man asked still grinning as he handed Michael the stack of envelopes.

'It sucked, but then again I'm not a very good fisherman' Michael said with a chuckle, his tension easing.

They both laughed as James headed to the office and Michael headed for the screen porch at the back of the house.
He stopped at the desk in the hall and dropped off most of the stack of mail. Nothing of importance caught his eye.
He made a mental note for James to answer one or two of the letters.
He threw himself into a rattan lounge chair on the screened porch.
A ceiling fan whirled over head. This was his favorite time of day. The heat had broken and the sun was just above the horizon.
The sound of the surf rolled up the hill and he could see the breakers crashing at the end of the island.

Michael dropped the remaining mail on the table in front of him and slid back in the chair. He was so relaxed that he'd nearly fallen asleep when the phone on the stand beside him jingled letting him know James had made the connection to Robert Smythe.

'Robert? Michael Kelly here.' Michael said. 'Sorry to bother you this late at night, but I just got this e-mail from the Director concerning the 23rd.
What the hell is going on?
'I know it's got to be something big for this thing to come through normal civilian channels.'

A clipped British accent on the other end said, 'I'm sorry old boy but I'm afraid I'm just as much in the dark as you.' 'We are all in a state of shock here.'
'The top floor has been off limits to all but special branch folks for a week or better.' 'As I understand it all of you special project people from outside headquarters will be coming in for the meeting.'

'Come on Robert, level with me,' Michael said sternly, the frustration showing in his voice. 'I know you too well to believe you don't know anything.'

'Honestly Michael I don't, and you know me well enough to know that I wouldn't tell you even if I did know what was going on. Especially over open, unsecured phone. How do you think I've managed to stay head of British Operations,' Robert chuckled.

Michael knew he was going to get nothing out of dear old Robert. 'Oh all right, I guess I'll have to believe you. Listen, I'll be flying in probably the day after tomorrow.
Can I put up with you for as long as this thing lasts?
You know how I really hate your English hotels,' Michael said laughing. 'Nothing personal Robert.'

'Well of course it's all right Michael, you're always most welcome.'
'I know Mary will be most pleased to have you here,' Robert said.

'Great, I'll have James fax you my schedule and if you could pick me up when I get in that would be even better,' Michael said.

'Not a problem old boy see you then,' Robert replied.

'Oh one more thing,' Michael continued. 'I've gotten some information that someone, maybe American, has been snooping around down here.'
'You haven't heard anything about an internal security check have you?' Michael asked expectantly

'Not a word from here. Do you think maybe it's someone from the other side perhaps,' asked Robert with a genuinely surprised tone of voice.

'Well the other side is always a possibility is suppose, but things have been really quiet and most of the regulars from that side already know I'm here.
I know most of their troubleshooters well enough and they would normally have stopped by the house for a beer,' Michael laughed.
'I didn't see him personally but a normally reliable source mentioned it to me.'

'Sorry Michael, can't say as I've heard anything. Want me to make some inquires?' Robert asked.

'No, I'll hopefully get some answers in the next couple days. Thanks Robert and I'll see you late tomorrow or the next day depending on flights. I'll have James fax you all the flight information.
Bye for now,' Michael said as he hung up the phone.
The phone jingled again as soon as he had hung it up. Quickly he picked it up again.
It was James.
'You're confirmed for 7:00 on Friday morning sir through Miami, arrive at 17:00,' James said.
'I'll fax Mr. Robert back right away with the schedule and flight numbers. Did you want me to make the usual arrangements in Miami?' James asked.

'No, I won't have time this trip, she will have to wait till I get this London thing straight,' Michael said quickly. A slight tone of irritation was evident in his voice.

'I'm afraid she won't like that sir, as I recall, this is the weekend you did make a promise to spend a couple of days with her,' said James.

'Well, she can stay mad or she can get over it,' Michael sighed with a note of resignation.
'This London thing has to take precedence over every thing else right now.'

'Very well sir, will you be having dinner this evening?' James asked.

'No thank you James,' Michael replied. 'Have Dianne bring me so of the cold shrimp from the fridge.
I will be here on the verandah,' I think that will be all for tonight. Thanks for getting right on that flight stuff,' Michael said.

'How long should I pack for sir?' James asked.

'Oh, a week will do. If this thing lasts any longer than that I'll pick up what I need in London,' Michael said. 'Until I get a handle on what this London thing is I think you an Dianne should go up to the New York house.
Something tells me this may be a mainland project and I will want you and Dianne close by. I will call you from London with the details, but make the plans to close down here anyhow'.

'Very good sir, should I tell Dianne about the trip to New York?' James asked.

'No, I'll tell her,' Michael said with just a hint of a smile. Dianne could be difficult when she wanted to be.
'I'll see you in the morning James,' Michael said.

'Very good sir,' James said. The line went dead in James' hand.

Dianne brought the tray of cold shrimp and a glass of pale white wine to the verandah.
Nude, Michael sat back in the chair. He loved to watch the young woman move. Her body was nearly perfect.

'Anything else sir?' Dianne asked, her eyes downcast, her voice barely above a whisper.

Michael parted his legs, 'Take me in your mouth,' he said firmly.

Dianne silently knelt at his feet and parted his thighs. She began to slowly caress his thighs and her tongue slid up his thighs to the base of his rising manhood.
She gently kissed and licked his balls as he began to eat the shrimp.
She was good, very good, and her mouth felt heavenly on his cock.
She moaned as she as she rubbed his cock and balls all over her face.
She began to lick and kiss his cock.

She moaned softly as she looked up to his face.
With one hand she stroked his cock into her mouth and with the other she caressed her own sex, she was dripping wet.

He let his head fall back against the back of the chair savoring the taste of the shrimp and the feel of the girl's mouth on his cock.
He closed his eyes, wiped his fingers clean and gently caressed her face as she slid his cock into her mouth.
Her saliva coated his cock as she began to suck him harder.
Dianne loved to suck cock, and have Michael cum in her mouth, and it showed. Sitting up and bending over slightly he cupped her firm young breasts, pulling at her nipple rings as she began to suck him deep in her mouth.
She moaned again with pleasure and pain as he continued to squeeze and mold her breasts.
She loved the rough treatment he gave her breasts and nipples, and knew there would be more delicious pain to come.
She reached both hands into her crotch to caress her now dripping pussy.
Looking up at him she let his hard manhood slip from her mouth.

Almost in a whisper she pleaded, 'Please use my mouth, let me pleasure you.'

Silently he slumped back in the chair, holding her head in his hands he began fucking his cock in and out of her mouth.
It felt like hot velvet wrapped around his cock.
He took her mouth, using her for his pleasure.
She reveled in the power of his cock, and his control over her.
More than anything she wanted to please him. She was his to use and abuse.

'Ahh, yes suck my cock, make love to my cock,' he moaned softly as she held just the head of his cock in her mouth.

She waited for his seed, not wanting to waste a drop of the delicious fluid.
His orgasm washed over him, the hot white liquid, filling her mouth.
She held it all in her mouth until he finished and then swallowed it all.
As she did, she moved her fingers deep inside her wet, sex and she came, again.

'Thank you Dianne that was wonderful just like always,' Michael sighed softly.

He drew her to him and she curled up in his lap, He kissed her deeply, using his tongue. He could taste his own essence in her mouth.
She moaned with pleasure and her hands moved to toy with his nipples.
She bent her head and sucked and nipped at his nipples.

'Go and prepare yourself, and I'll be up in a few minutes,' he said as he lifted her from his lap and she stood up.

'Yes sir,' she said softly.

She kissed him again and glided into the house. He finished the shrimp and his beer and sat for a few moments and listened to the silence of the island.
He loved this time, the dark cool quiet. It gave him time to think. The day's strange events kept rolling around in his mind.

'Well, all will soon be cleared up,' he said to himself as he climbed out of the chair.

The house was dark and cool as he walked down the hall to his bedroom.
Dianne knelt on his bed, her hands clasped behind her back.
Her head up and her mouth open.
Her legs were spread wide, her sex fully exposed.
The lips open and fully aroused. From her nipples, silver nipple clamps hung with a single chain of silver connecting the clamps.
Her nipples were hard and extended and like the lips of her sex, fully aroused.
At each corner of the bed lay a length of rope, with a leather shackle attached. On a table beside the bed lay several sever looking whips, paddles and a cat-o-nine tails.
Beside the whips and riding crop lay a slender dildo and a medium sized butt plug.

Michael moved through the room, as if not even seeing Dianne, to the bath. A hot shower seemed to revive him.
After completing his shower, he returned to the bedroom.
Dianne had not moved. He was dressed in a silk dressing gown.
Moving slowly to the bar, he poured himself a drink.
He sipped his drink slowly, enjoying the taste in the back of his throat.
Finishing his drink, he stepped to the bed and lifted the chain between Dianne's breasts and tugged sharply at the nipple clamps.
Dianne bit her lip as the pain shot through her nipples.
Oh what glorious pain.
Michael continued to tug at her nipples, leading her off the bed until she was standing in the middle of the room. Silently, two ropes dropped from brackets in the ceiling.
At the ends were leather bracelets that Michael attached to Dianne's wrists. Kneeling quickly, he attached similar bracelets to her ankles.
As Michael pushed a button on a small table, the ropes retracted as silently as they had appeared and Dianne's arms were pulled over her head, and her legs were pulled wide apart.
She could not have been more exposed.
Excitement quivered through her body. She knew if she was not careful, at the first blow of the whip or crop she would cum.
But Michael would not let her cum until he was ready.
Michael dropped into an over stuffed chair facing the now nearly suspended Dianne.
The moonlight streamed through the open doors to the balcony, bathing Dianne in its delicious soft light. Except for the moonlight, the room was completely dark.
To Dianne it seemed like hours before Michael spoke.
The pain flowing through her nipples and pussy was delicious.

'You are such a beautiful woman, and you have such a marvelous pussy' 'You really are a most darling slut,' Michael sighed as he stood and stepped to the table beside the bed and refreshed his drink.

'Yes Michael, I am your slut,' Dianne panted, almost in relief. Having started she knew she would soon achieve her release. 'I exist only to give you pleasure,' she moaned again.

Michael finished his drink, picked up a stiff riding crop and slowly walked around the now squirming beautiful woman.
Using the fold end of the riding crop, he traced the end up the inside of her thighs, across her tummy and up to her nipples.
Dianne jumped slightly at the touch of the leather. Oh how she loved the crop.

'Do you need the crop?' Michael asked as he traced the instrument of pain and pleasure across Dianne's beautiful quivering ass.

'Yes, please Michael, my darling master I need the crop on my ass and my nipples or wherever it will please you, anything to please you,' Dianne cried, now pressing her ass toward the whip. 'Please Master, if it will make you happy, whip me,' she cried.
As the word 'me' left her lips, the first blow landed on her ass.
The pain shot through her ass, burning, stinging.

'Count for me,' Michael said in a low calm voice as the blows continued.

Nearly out of breath, 'One, two, three, four, five,' Dianne counted as the blows landed on her ass.
The blows stopped.
Tiny welts began to appear on her ass the backs of her thighs.
The pain was almost unbearable. Her nipples ached with glorious pain from the clamps.
It seemed like hours that Michael waited, and then blows began again.
'Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,' Dianne cried out.
The pain in her ass was both terrible and wonderful and suddenly it was done. Michael stepped to the table beside the bed.
He exchanged the riding crop for a slim, flat paddle.
Dianne's eyes widened as she watched him.
Knowing full well, what was to come.

'Kiss it Dianne, kiss the paddle,' Michael said, almost in a whisper.

He offered the paddle to her mouth and she lavished it with kisses, licking it as if it were candy.
Michael pulled away the paddle and in a single movement, Michael brought the paddle up sharply between the writhing girl's wide spread legs, striking her dripping cunt with the flat of the paddle.
The pain was nearly overwhelming, and yet.
Again and again Michael struck. Dianne cried out, forcing her cunt forward, inviting Michael to strike again.

Then suddenly there was a gentle touch.
Michael dropped the paddle and knelt between Dianne's legs.
Her pussy was open and very pink.
He could see the wetness glistening in the moonlight.
The sweet scent of her filled his senses as he gently kissed her there.
Opening his mouth he drew her into his mouth. He chewed gently, biting lightly on the tender flesh.
She pushed her crotch into his face, trying to get more of her into his mouth.

'Oh yes, Michael, eat me, please,' she cried.
His tongue seemed to be all over her crotch at the same time.

Just as she was almost to the edge of orgasm, Michael stopped his oral caresses. Dianne nearly cried out in frustration.
But she knew that by prolonging the wait for her orgasm it would be that much more intensive.
Michael smiled to himself.
This was the fun part.
Taking her right to the edge, and backing off.
There were nights when he would do this two and three time. Several times, Dianne had actually lost consciousness because of the force of her orgasm.
But tonight, he needed his release.
The tension of the day demanded it.
He laid down the paddle and selected a long slender whip.
Dianne's eyes widened.

'Oh Michael, that will sting and hurt so much,' she cried.

Yet she arched her back, pressing out her breasts in anticipation of the blows to her nipples she knew would be coming. Dianne knew how much Michael loved seeing the welts form on her breasts, and more than anything she wanted to give herself to him. The whip hissed through the air and struck her nipples.
The pain was nearly overwhelming

'Oh yes,' she heard herself cry out softly.

Again and again the blows fell across her breasts.
Angry red welts criss crossed her breasts, concentrated at her nipples.
Then, as suddenly as the blows and pain began, it stopped.
Michael slipped slowly to his knees between her wide spread thighs. The juices were nearly running from her sex.
Michael attacked her sex with his mouth and teeth.
Biting and chewing the delicate lips of her pussy.

'Oh God yes,' Dianne cried out at the amazing feelings of pain and pleasure at the same time.

'Now,' Michael ordered, looking up from between her legs!
Dianne didn't have to be told what now meant.
In an instant, her juices flooded his mouth and his face with her cum.
She shook and quivered as her orgasm surged through her.
Then, just as suddenly as his mouth had touched her, it was gone.
Michael stood and walked around her slowly.
She could see her juices shining in the moonlight on his face and beard.

He moved behind her and began to lovingly applied warm scented oil to Dianne's burning ass.
The aroma of Jasmine filled the air as he caressed her ass, his well-oiled finger sliding deep into her ass.
She gasped, the wind nearly leaving her longs as Michael slid a hard, thick dildo deep into her dripping pussy.

'Oh please Michael, take me, use me,'she whispered 'I need to feel you inside me,' she moaned as she tried to take more of his finger inside her.

'Yes my darling little one,' Michael whispered as he kissed her gently.

He released her wrists and ankles and bent her over the end of the bed.
Quickly, using soft ropes, he bound her wrists and ankles again.
Bent over the bed, with legs spread, she was fully exposed.
Michael knelt behind the bound girl and parting her ass, his tongue lashed at the pink rosebud of her ass.

'Are you ready my sweet?' he asked in a whisper as he stood and bent over her back.

He pulled back sharply on her hair, and kissed her roughly on the mouth.
Just as she began to beg him to begin, he drove his rock hard cock deep into her wet sex.

'Oh God yes,' she cried as she became instantly filled with him.
'Take me,' she cried, thrusting her ass back to meet his strokes.

With long, pounding strokes Michael took Dianne.
Reaching under her he caressed her full aching breasts and nipples.
Long deep measured strokes, in and out of the writhing woman under him.
Sensing her impending orgasm again, he slowed.

'Do you want to cum?' he asked with a slight chuckle, already knowing the answer.

'Oh my God yes Michael, please, let me cum again,' Dianne cried.
She was right at the edge of orgasm.

Michael sighed, and he drove his cock deeper inside her. He knew she could stand no more and not orgasm.
In one movement, he drove his cock deep into her pussy and reaching under the moaning, quivering young woman, he yanked the clamps from her nipples.
The pain and pleasure of the instant took Dianne's breath away. The pain shot through her nipples, just as the hot seed shot from Michael's cock, filling her pussy.

Orgasmic waves washed over her as she cried and moaned and whimpered.
She felt him shudder and quiver, and heard Michael moan as he too became engulfed in an orgasmic wave of pleasure.
Her whole body shook as her orgasm surged through her again and again. Oh how wonderful it was to belong to Michael.
All of her openings were his to take.
Her breasts and her nipples were for his pleasure.
Her pussy and ass and most of all her mouth were proper places for his cock and his seed.
Michael quivered and shook as he spilled his seed into the beautiful woman's pussy.
Gently he slipped from her.
Releasing her wrists and ankles, he pulled her up into his arms, kissing her deeply, gently, and lovingly.

'I do love you,' he sighed.

'How long will you be gone this time?' she asked after a long silence as she lay curled up in his arms.

'I'm not sure,' he said quietly, with a hint of sadness.
'This thing could be a week or more.
After that I'm not sure.' He could see the tears forming in her soft eyes.
'It could be a while,' he said almost in a whisper as he held her gently.

'Can't I come along?' she asked almost expectantly. 'You know how boring it is here without you,' she said with a pout.

'Not this trip,' Michael said. 'I promise the next trip I make to England I'll take you along. I want you to go with James to the New York house and wait for me. James will make all the arrangements.
I will be there as soon as the London stuff is over.'

With tears in her eyes, Dianne nodded her accent as she curled up in Michael's arms.
As Michael drifted off to sleep, he could hear her crying softly.

Chapter 1

Epilogue

'He's still there all right. But he sure as hell isn't doing a lot.
Some fishing, some diving, but most of his time he spends up at the plantation house,' the man with the big wrists and little mustache said almost in frustration.
'We watched the place for a week or so.
He usually sends the big black guy to Christianstaad to get the mail daily and get supplies.
The locals are really closed mouthed about him. The bartender at his favorite hang out wasn't real forthcoming with information.
I had the impression he knew more than he was saying.'

'We just intercepted this the other day,' the older man behind the desk said waving a piece of paper.
'London, Friday 23rd. 0900, Sir Roger' was typed on the paper. 'What do you make of this?' the older man asked.

'Looks like our boy is going home,' the mustached man said simply. 'What is the big deal?' He asked, shrugging his shoulders.

'The big deal is that it was sent via normal Internet traffic,' the older man behind the desk sighed. His eyebrows raising.

'That is interesting,' The mustache man said, rereading the paper.
'Do you think it might be worth a trip to London to see what we can pickup? There might be something beginning.'

'We also got some information that several of their top field people are being called in from other parts of the world as well,' the man behind the desk said.
I think we need some more information on what the hell they are doing. Right now we don't know what direction they are going to move in.
'Kelly is the American link, but Browning the head of the Eastern European section was also called home as well as Kian from Tokyo,' the older man said, his hands flat on the top of the desk.

'I'll catch the next flight to London and see what I can find out,' the man with the mustache said as he stood up.

'Good, report back to me as soon as you find anything,' the man behind the desk said sternly.

'Yes sir, I will,' the mustache man said quickly

The man behind the desk sat down and began looking at a folder. 'She has made contact and she will take over the direct observation of Mr. Kelly,' the man behind the desk said.

'Is it wise to have contact that close?
'I know she is one of our best, but her methods are hardly shall we say orthodox,' the mustached man said, the concern evident in his voice.

'That decision was made at the end of the hall,' the man behind the desk said sternly.
'I'm not in a position to question that decision and frankly, neither are you! This briefing is over,' the man behind the desk said as he closed the folder.

Chapter 2

A Diversion

'I'll call you to set up the logistics on whatever is happening after the planning meeting,' Michael said as James held the door for him at the small island air terminal.

'Very good sir, have a good trip,' James said with a grin. The flights to London were uneventful and good to his word Robert met him at the airport.

'Michael dear boy, so good to see you again,' said an older, good- looking man at the end of the Customs outlet.

Kelly hugged him warmly. 'Robert, you're looking well considering this dreadful weather,' Michael said, genuinely glad to see Robert.
They had developed a warm friendship in the short time since Michael had known him.
A chill rain was falling and the fog was thick as soup as they walked out of the terminal.

'I don't know how you English ever took over the world and still live with weather like this,' Michael complained.

'That is why we did control the world old man, because we thrive on this muck, but I suppose you're too used to your soft island climate,' Robert laughed admiring Michael's tan. They both laughed.

'I'd like you to meet my wife Mary,' Robert said as he and Michael stepped up to a Bentley waiting at the curb.

An absolutely beautiful young blonde woman of about 35 stepped out of the car. Her blouse was tight across a pair of large, full, gorgeous, and braless breasts. Her nipples showed clearly through the nearly shear material. As she swung her legs out of the car, for just a moment, her short skirt slid up her legs nearly to her crotch.
She wore garters and hose, not pantyhose.

Michael extended a hand, 'I'd know you anywhere,' he said. 'But Robert's descriptions hardly do you justice.'

Mary reached up to give Michael what he thought was a kiss on the cheek. Instead she kissed him full on the mouth.
Mary's arms encircled him and held him closely.
Her tongue opened his mouth, searched deep into his mouth as they kissed.
She pressed her breasts to his chest as Michael drew her to him.

'That is what I would call a real English welcome,' Michael panted.

'Any friend of Robert's is a friend of mine, isn't that what you American's say?' Mary asked a husky, sexually filled voice.

'All right you two, let's get going,' Robert said as he directed them to into the Rolls. 'Let's head home David, ' Robert said to the driver as they pulled away from the curb.

Robert Smythe, was a very wealth media executive about 50, and a good-looking 50. Mary Smythe, his second wife, was in fact 27 and absolutely stunning.

Her long blonde hair was pinned up and made her look even younger than she was.
Robert's first wife had died quite suddenly a few years ago.
Robert was one of the first members of the Association Michael had met not long after leaving government service and the two had become close friends despite the Differences in their ages.

The Smythe estate was some distance from the city and it took a little time to get there by car.
Robert and Michael sat in the back seat of the Rolls facing forward while Mary sat facing them.
As Robert and Michael talked, Mary stared out the window, and looked bored.
She crossed then re crossed her legs, and pulled at her skirt until it slid up her thighs to the top of her stockings.
Michael watched out of the corner of his eye as the skirt reached the top of her stockings.

Robert noticed Michael's glance at Mary's legs. 'Doesn't Mary have the most marvelous legs?' Robert asked.

Mary tugged at her skirt and spread her thighs slightly. Michael could see the white skin of her thighs above her stockings, nearly all the way to her crotch.

'She certainly does, they look very long and smooth,' Michael said softly.

Mary raised her skirt a little more and spread her thighs even farther apart.
Michael could see nearly all the way to her crotch. She moved a little and he saw the pink, pouting lips of her pussy. She wore no panties and her crotch was bare of any hair.
Mary's shaved, naked sex was open and wet and very pink.
Mary slowly pulled her skirt all the way to her waist and began gently and slowly caressing herself.
Moaning softly, she gently pushed a finger deep inside herself.
It was hot and wet!

'Do you like what you see Michael?' she asked softly as she stared at Michael, stressing the word pussy.

She licked her lips, her breath getting ragged. Her hand never left her crotch.
With her other hand she unbuttoned her blouse and her naked breasts were soon free from her blouse.

'How about my breasts, do you like my hard nipples?' she asked almost in a whisper as she parted the material and gently squeezed and molded her breasts.

Mary's breasts were round and firm and tanned all over.
The nipples were long and hard.
She pulled hard on her nipples with one hand, and pulled open her pussy with the other.
Mary pulled her fingers from her pussy, licked them clean.

'Oh how I love the taste of myself,' Mary moaned softly as she pushed her fingers back inside her cunt and then spread her wetness all over her nipples until they glistened with the cunt juice.
The smell of sex was heavy in the speeding car.

'Show how well you can welcome Michael to England my darling,' Robert said with a grin.

'Oh yes, thank you Robert,' Mary sighed. Leaning over she unzipped Michael's pants and pulled his cock out of his trousers.
'I am not only Robert's wife, but I am his slut and his cunt.
I simply love having men cum in my mouth and I simply must taste you Michael'
She moaned softly with pleasure, closing her eyes, and slowly she took the length of his cock into her mouth.
Robert smiled at Michael and sat back in the seat, unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard manhood.
He began gently and slowly stroking it. Mary lay down on the seat, never taking her mouth off Michael's cock.
She reached over and began stroking Robert's cock as well, and caressed his balls.
Michael reached under Mary and caressed the soft lips of her sex and then and traced a line down to her ass.
She moaned her appreciation as he slid a wet finger deep into her bottom.

'She loves to be taken in the ass, don't you Mary, you darling,' Robert sighed, now squeezing his wife's breasts.

'I love being taken everywhere, any of my openings darling, anytime any place.
I am a complete slut, I love to be raped and I love being a slut,' Mary said proudly as she quickly lifting her mouth from Michael's cock and then just as quickly deep throating him again.

As the car pulled up in front of the estate Mary moaned as her orgasm washed over her.
Michael gently pressed his cock all the way down Mary's throat and ejaculated, filling her mouth.
He pulled his fingers from her ass and cunt cleaning them on the towel Robert handed him.
Mary held Michael's hot seed in her mouth, relishing the taste and then swallowed all of it and cleaned his cock with her tongue.
Turning around quickly, she took Robert's cock in her mouth just in time to receive his load.
She licked her lips and moaned in pleasure and then she swallowed all of their essence.

'Oh, how absolutely wonderful,' she sighed wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingertips, pushing little drops that leaked into her mouth.
'I love to feel a man swell and throb in my mouth as he cums.'

Mary slipped from her blouse and skirt as the car came to a stop at the front door.
Naked she stepped from the car.

'I almost never wear clothes,' she giggled as she noticed Michael's stare.
'I want everyone to see how beautiful and accessible my body is.
With Robert's permission, anyone may take me anywhere at any time.
I am yours to use however you wish, and I do hope you will take me in all of my openings while you are here with us.'

Mary stood on her toes and kissed Michael warmly on the mouth and glided into the house.
Both Michael and Robert watched her beautiful ass wiggle as she walked.

'We won't have dinner until nearly 7:30,' Robert said as Mary entered the house.
'You might like a short nap to refresh you after your trip.
Marvin, our man, will show you to your rooms and lay out your dinner clothes. I'm sure you will find everything to your liking,' Robert said as they walked into the house.

'This is Mr. Michael Kelly and he'll be staying here with us for a little while,' Robert said to a handsome but rather stiff looking young man that met them at the door.
'Please show him to the Norfolk Room Marvin.'

'Very Good Sir,' Marvin said as he showed Michael to a beautifully appointed suite of rooms with a bedroom, sitting room and bath.

'Your dinner clothes are in here sir,' said Marvin, showing Michael a large walk-in closet.
'Feel free to wear any of these things sir.'
A black dinner jacket, white shirt and tie and trousers hung in the closet.
'I might suggest a nap sir. Dinners here at Smythe House can turn out to be quite late affairs.
After your trip, a nap might refresh you, sir,' Marvin said.

'Thank you Marvin,' Michael said. 'Please call me at 6:30.'

'Very well sir,' Marvin said. 'Nice to have you with us sir.'

During his stay with the Smythes, Michael never saw Marvin again.
His clothes were laid out every day and the bed was made and the room cleaned but he never saw any of the staff, except at dinner.

The nap did wonders for him.
Although he traveled the world, Michael could never quite catch up from the jet lag.
The phone next to the bed rang, waking him exactly at 6:30. It was Marvin,

'You asked to be called at 6:30 sir,' Marvin said.

'Thank you Marvin,' Michael said rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Michael was very pleasantly surprised when he saw what Mary was wearing for dinner.
Even after their diversion in the car and the front of the house he had expected something more traditional, and British.
What Mary wore was anything but traditional.
Not knowing Mary well he still wasn't quite prepared for Mary's attire.
The top of her dress was completely shear white lace from the high collar at her neck, to just above her slim waist. Round holes were cut, exposing her breasts completely.
She wasn't wearing a bra and her firm, large breasts with their hard pink nipples showed through the openings in the material.
The skirt of the dress was low waisted, made of pale pink satin and the front panel was missing from just above her crotch to the floor.
The gown hung open to the floor.
The back of the dress was completely bare from the base of her neck down to the top of her firm round ass.
As she walked toward him, her pussy was completely exposed.
Under her skirt she wore only white hose and a lace garter belt, no panties.

'Oh Michael darling, there you are,' she said as she caught sight of him.
She flowed into his arms.
'I hope you slept well,' she said as she kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth.

After recovering from his initial surprise, he held her close as she pressed her firm breasts into his chest.
His hands slid down the open back of her dress to gently caress her naked ass.
She moaned softly as he squeezed Mary's ass.

'I want you to feel at home while you are here,' Mary said in a breathy tone to her voice.
'Please feel me, take me, and fuck me whenever and wherever you like. I especially love having a cock driven deep in my ass' Mary said with a laugh as she kissed Michael again.

As she turned away, she brushed her hand across his crotch, lightly caressed his rising cock through his trousers.
Her hand rested there and gently she squeezed his rising manhood.
Her finger traced the outline of his now hard cock.

Two beautiful young girls hurried into the room making the last preparations for dinner.
Each wore tiny maid's uniforms with very short skirts with very tiny lace g-string panties.
The uniforms barely held their apple sized breasts and their nipples were completely exposed.

'These are Pam and this is Linda, our maids,' Mary said introducing the girls.
'Which do you prefer Michael, with or without panties?' Mary asked, as she motioned for both girls to raise their skirts.

'Oh without panties, definitely,' Michael said with a wide smile as Mary handed him a glass of Scotch from the sideboard.

Mary nodded to the girls and they both bent from the waist and skimmed off their panties.
Like Mary, both of their pussies were bare of pubic hair.

'You may have one or both of them any time you like,' Mary said as she tugged at the girls' uniforms to bare even more of the girls' breasts.

Like Mary's, the girls' breasts were completely tanned.
Mary pulled up her skirt, caressing Pam's cute round ass.
Linda stepped next to Mary and Mary lifted Linda's skirt and showed him Linda's naked cunt.

'Their mouths, cunts and asses are at your disposal any time, isn't that right girls,' Mary asked in a firm voice.

'Yes ma'am,' the two girls readily agreed.

They both hurried over and kissed Michael, rubbing their breasts and nipples all over him.

'You can fuck me anytime sir,' whispered Pam. 'I love a hard cock in my cunt.'

Linda took his hand and pressed it to her pussy.
'All you have to do is call,' she sighed as she pressed his fingers to her wet pussy and then lifted his hand to her mouth and licked it clean.
The girls pressed their damp panties into his hand.

'Enough you two, lets get dinner ready,' said Mary sternly.

'I see you've met the girls,' Robert said with a chuckle as the girls hurried past him as he entered the room.
'They are both very good.' Pam is 17 and Linda is 18'.

Mary glided across the room to Robert's side, a drink in her hand, opening her skirt as she did.
Robert slid his hand between her legs to caress her pussy as Mary reached up to kiss him.

'My daughter and son will be joining us in a moment,' Robert said. 'I don't think you've ever met the children.'
'They're both home on holiday from school.'

'I didn't know you had children,' Michael said as he sat down at the table.

'Victoria and Brian, are my children from my first wife. Rebecca died several years ago of cancer,' Robert said as he sat down and the head of the table.
'They are normally away at school, but their just home for holiday. Victoria is 19 and Brian is 22.'

'They are both wonderful young people, I do love them dearly,' Mary said as she sat directly across from Michael.

Just as she sat down a very good looking young man and beautiful young woman hurried into the room

'Ahh, even as we speak and here they are,' Robert said. 'Michael Kelly, this is my son Brian and my daughter Victoria,' said Robert.
'Brian, Victoria, this is my very good friend Michael Kelly. He'll be spending a couple of days with us.'

Brian extended hand and said 'Pleasure to meet you sir.'
Victoria kissed him gently on the cheek and in a whisper said, 'It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Kelly. Are you American? We don't often have the pleasure of having Colonials stay with us,' Victoria said with a twinkle in her eye.

'Please, call me Michael,' Michael said. 'And I am only half Colonial, the other half is Irish rebel.'

'Well, what is this family coming to?' Victoria laughed. They all laughed.

Both young people were as attractive as Robert and Mary. Brian was dressed in a dinner jacket and tie.
Victoria wore a shear lace gown that buttoned down the front.
As Michael stood to greet them, he could see through the material of the gown that her young, yet full breasts were naked under the dress and she wore no panties.
The front of her dress was unbuttoned from her neck to her waist and just barely covered her nipples.
After greeting Michael each bent down and kissed Mary warmly on the mouth.

The dinner was a very pleasant affair.
The main course of pheasant was done to perfection and the side courses were equally excellent.
The very cold, pale pink wine, complemented the meal perfectly.
During dinner Michael had frequent opportunity to fondle both the maids Pam and Linda.
Sometime between the soup and the main course they had stripped out of their uniforms, and for the rest of the meal wore only thigh high stockings and heels.
With each new course they would offer their nipples to be sucked, cunt or ass to be fingered.

It was nearly 10:00 P.M. by the time dinner ended and Michael was completely done in.
Between the long flight, the rich food and wine, he could hardly keep his eyes open.
As much as he wanted to enjoy the two Smythe women's company he had to excuse himself.
Both Mary and Victoria kissed him warmly and bid him sleep well.
Robert and Brian shook his hand and he headed up stairs
Michael was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard the door to his room open and then close.
He tried to focus his eyes in the near total darkness.

'Who is there?' he demanded.

'It's me Michael, Mary,' a small voice said.

Michael relaxed as Mary, now naked slid into bed with him.
Her mouth found his and she kissed him warmly.
Her body was soft and warm and sweet smelling.

'I told Robert that since you were going to be our guest, I wanted to sleep with you while you were here.
I need you to fuck me Michael, fuck me hard,' Mary moaned as she curled up in Michael's arms.
Michael rolled over on top of the small woman and in one movement, was deep inside her.
They spent the night making love.