Show your Lines

Mistress Elizabeth watched Todd walk through the door. Sitting regally in her chair, she slapped her leather paddle against her hand. The impact stung a bit, but seeing Todd flinch at the impact was worth it. “You’re late,” she said.

Todd looked at his watch, caught off guard. “No, I’m not, Mistress — I’m…”

“Did I hear correctly, slave?” Mistress Elizabeth’s voice was threatening. “Did you just contradict me?”

Flustered, now, Todd replied, “No, Mistress, I was just–”

“The forbidden word, slave!” Mistress Elizabeth slapped her palm again.

Todd dropped onto the floor, kneeling, head bowed. His arms rose, outstretched, crossed at the wrists as if bound. The position he assumed without thought, without resistance. “I am sorry, Mistress! I have been a bad, bad slave. Please forgive me, Mistress.”

“Forgive?” The tone of Mistress Elizabeth’s voice was just below complete outrage. “Late in arriving, one demerit.”

Todd winced, knowing this would cost him in punishment, very soon.

“Uttering the forbidden word… NO!” Mistress Elizabeth continued. Todd cowered, hearing the word from Mistress’ lips, already feeling pain from the word itself. Pain she had conditioned into him, as a Pavlovian response. His mind refused to remember the extended whippings, the repeated shouts of the forbidden word, his cries and whimpers — it refused to remember, but the pain was there. The aversion was there. He could not help himself. “THREE demerits!”

Todd began shaking, trying not to imagine what his punishment might be.

“But… I am in a merciful mood tonight, slave,” Mistress Elizabeth smiled. Todd was not sure he felt relieved at the sight of that smile. “Still, I am going to change our plans for this evening.”

Todd’s weeks in chastity were supposed to have been at end, and he had been hoping for Mistress to grant his aching cock the relief of an orgasm — even a tiny one. Even if it meant hours of being whipped, and licking Mistress’ pussy, and tonguing her ass, and obeying her every demeaning command… And now… Now it was all changed. Something else was going to happen. He felt the cock cage squeezing tighter around his penis — so sensitive and yet so numb, after all the weeks of being locked up.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied — and bowed to the floor, touching his forehead to the hardwood surface. His arms remained outstretched, and the jacket of his suit felt tight around his arms and shoulders. Still, he waited for Mistress Elizabeth’s next command.

“Instead of our planned activities for this evening,” she continued, “I want to do something… simple. I want to play a game.” She leaned forward, gently slapping her hand once more, enjoying that Todd flinched at the sound. She sat up straight in her chair, and said, “We’re going to play… checkers!”

Todd felt confused. He was certain he’d heard it wrong. “Checkers, Mistress?”

“That’s right. You’ll be red, and I’ll be black.” Another slap of the paddle. Todd shook. “Go to the hall closet and bring out the checker set.”

Todd stood up, and almost ran down the hall, to the end, and opened the doors. He looked up to the left, finding the Monopoly game, the boxes of playing cards, the poker chips. Finally, his eyes landed on the box with the checker and chess games. He pulled the box out, and trotted down the hallway. In a few minutes, he had set up the checkerboard, and the flat, coin-shaped game pieces, the red pieces all at his end of the board. Todd hovered over the table, not sure what to do next. Mistress was seated at one side, and an empty chair was at the other — where his red pieces were. But he knew better than to assume he had permission to sit.

Mistress reached out and swatted Todd’s ass with the paddle. “Strip, slave! Clothes off — NOW!” Todd hastily began unbuttoning his jacket, draping it on the chair, unzipping his pants, removing his shirt. Soon, he was setting aside his shoes and socks, with his underwear folded carefully on top, in the corner, against the wall.

“Sit down, slave,” she commanded. Todd sat, not sure what to do next. Mistress Elizabeth shifted the board around, centering it on the table. She looked up at him, holding the leather paddle in one hand. There was no smile on her face. Something was up.

“Your move,” Mistress commanded.

Todd looked at the board. The opening move in checkers — there weren’t all that many choices. He pushed a red piece toward the center of the board, diagonally.

“One square,” Mistress announced, “one swat. Stand up and bend over, slave.”

Todd looked at the board. What had he gotten into? He rose from the chair and bent over, presenting his bottom to Mistress. THWACK!! Her leather paddle hit his buttocks firmly, almost making him grunt with surprise.

“Sit down, slave,” Mistress said.

Todd turned around, looking at Mistress Elizabeth, feeling confused — but aroused at the same time. His cock thickened inside the tight chastity, hurting a little. Todd sat down — though his bottom felt sore, and the chair chafed against his skin.

Mistress Elizabeth moved a black piece toward his red piece, the one he had first moved. Blocking any further movement. “On your knees, slave. Kiss my foot.”

Todd immediately dropped to the floor, and crawled next to the table, positioning his face over Mistress’ right foot. He was delighted that she was wearing sandals, out of which she could easily slip, exposing her long, smooth toes with the red painted nails. He kissed the sensitive spot on the top of her foot, between the big toe and the second toe. Lingering there, letting the warmth of his mouth soak into her skin, gently brushing his lips against her foot. Then he planted a second kiss a little higher on her foot, more to the center, hearing her moan quietly at the sensation.

“Enough, slave. Back in the chair. Your move.”

Todd felt disoriented. Oh, yes — the checker game. He’d completely forgotten it, in his ecstasy of kissing Mistress’ foot. Todd rose quickly, bumping his right shoulder on the edge of the table, feeling incredibly clumsy. He stood, realizing his cock was beginning to ache inside the tiny cage. He bit his lower lip for a moment, and levered himself back into the chair, as Mistress had commanded. He pushed a second red piece forward, leaving the first one protected.

“Another square, another swat,” Mistress announced. “Stand up, slave.” Todd stood. “Turn around.” He presented his backside to Mistress for another swat. There was a moment’s delay, and then the sudden impact of her leather paddle on his skin — forcing a tiny squeal from Todd’s throat. “Sit down again… slave,” Mistress commanded.

Todd sat, shaking a little. And watched as Mistress Elizabeth moved a different black piece toward his red one — leaving an empty space behind it.

“On the floor,” she commanded. Todd dropped on all fours, as Mistress Elizabeth spread her legs wide. “Nuzzle my pussy, slave.”

Todd crawled forward, and pushed his face against Mistress Elizabeth’s crotch, under her raised skirt. Of course, she wore no panties, as usual during their sessions. He pressed his nose along the cleft of her pussy, breathing slowly out through his nose, warming her skin. He circled down and to the left, trailing the tip of his nose up the space between her thigh and her outer labia, then circling over her shaved mound. Then down to the right and up again, along the other thigh. He was about to press his nose directly against her cleft, when Mistress commanded, “Back in the chair, slave. Your move.”

Todd scrambled backwards on the floor, truly shaking now. He rolled back and stood, then dropped his aching bottom onto the chair, surprised at how sore he felt back there.

He looked at the board, and saw Mistress’ piece diagonal from his, with an empty space behind it. A little uncertain about the consequences, Todd looked up at Mistress.

“You know the rules,” she said. “If you can jump, you MUST jump.” She stared at Todd, silently daring him to contradict her. But the slave knew better. He lifted the red piece, placed it on the board behind hers, and removed the black one, setting it aside on the table.

“Two squares… TWO swats!” Mistress Elizabeth announced.

Todd stood, presenting his red, sore bottom.

“Not on the rear, this time, slave,” said Mistress. “Turn around and face me.”

Confused, Todd turned, his hands still clasped together, not knowing what to expect.

Mistress pointed her paddle at him. “Hands behind you, slave.” And Todd moved his hands, his right hand grabbing two of the fingers of his left. “Look down!” Mistress commanded. “I did not give you permission to look at my face.” Todd stared down at the floor, his cock so tight in the chastity.

THWACK! THWACK! A hard blow across the top of his left thigh, another across the top of his left. Todd’s eyes filled with tears at the pain. He tried to suppress a moan, but found himself sobbing for a moment, unable to stop. Mistress waited, while Todd composed himself, and began to shuffle backward, and started to sit down again.

“Did I tell you to sit down, slave?” asked Mistress.

“N– ” Todd began, then caught himself before uttering the dreaded word. “You did not, Mistress.” He resumed standing straight, his buttocks and thighs burning, cock aching.

“You took one of my pieces,” Mistress Elizabeth accused.

It’s part of the rules, Todd thought. But he answered, “Yes, Mistress.”

“What should be your punishment, for taking one of your Mistress’ game pieces?” She stood up, and approached Todd closely. She pressed the edge of the paddle under his chin, pushing upwards. “Look at me, slave.” Todd looked into her eyes. “What sort of punishment should you receive?”

Todd was shaking, afraid that saying the wrong thing would earn him even more severe pain than getting it right. “I… I don’t know, Mistress.”

She trailed the edge of the paddle down Todd’s neck, down the center of his chest, pressing it gently against his navel. “You… don’t… know…” She drew the paddle back, as if getting ready for a swing at his face, and Todd’s eyes went wide. The Mistress Elizabeth lifted her other hand, holding up a small, black box, with two electrodes at one end. She showed it to Todd, letting him see the small, metal prods glitter in the light. Then she lowered her hand to his crotch, pressed the box against his balls under the chastity, and pressed the button.

Waves of intense pain throbbed through his balls, and Todd screamed, expelling the breath he had been holding without realizing it. He lost all count of time, of how long the electrical sparks shot through his groin, but it seemed to go on forever. Suddenly, Mistress Elizabeth pulled the box away, and Todd began to cry, shaking — as Mistress casually walked back to her chair and sat down.

“Sit, slave!” She reached out to the board, and moved another black piece, giving Todd another opening to jump — straight to her side of the board.

Gasping for breath, Todd sat, and examined the board, realizing his was the next move. He reached out to the red piece, ready to jump again. Afraid of the consequences.

“Not yet, slave! I just moved a square. Time to pleasure your mistress. On your knees again, and over here,” she pointed.

Todd slipped off the chair, feeling the edge scrape against his sore bottom. He shuffled forward on his knees, not sure if he should be crawling. Mistress did not correct him. And when he arrived at her chair, she unzipped her top, exposing her breasts.

“The left nipple — SUCK!”

Todd leaned forward, his mouth opening…

“Not that way, slave! MY left!”

Suddenly, Todd found Mistress’ knee pressed firmly against his balls. Not roughly — but meaning business. His mind was going fuzzy, it was hard to think. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog, then thought a moment, and leaned to his right. His lips closed around the large, soft nipple. Teasing and sucking. Feeling it harden inside his mouth. He sucked, and then dared to scrape the edge of his teeth — gently — over the skin of Mistress’ nipple. Her moans told him she was enjoying the sensation.

“Enough, slave.” Mistress reached up with both hands, and pushed Todd’s head away.

He crawled backwards, stood, and sat again, feeling the chair on his sore buttocks. He began to reach for the red piece again, afraid of what might happen next. Then Todd pulled back, folded both hands in his lap, and begged, “Please, Mistress, I don’t want to play any more.”

Mistress Elizabeth leaned her elbows on the table, smiling. “Honesty, at least. Good. I don’t want you holding any secrets from me.” She leaned back in her chair. “But I never said you had a choice, whether to play or not.”

Todd felt the floor drop out from under him. His jaw dropping open, he leaned toward the board again, reaching for the piece.

“And,” said Mistress, “in case you have any expectations of minimizing your punishment…”

Todd looked up, though he had not been given permission to look in Mistress’ face.

“I want to make sure you play a good game.” She smiled even more broadly. “I want you to play to win.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Todd replied, prepared to obey.

“And to sweeten the victory…” The dominatrix reached into a pocket in her skirt and withdrew a shiny metal object. She held it up, dangling it in front of Todd, at her end of the board. The key to his cock cage.

“Mistress?…” Todd began, not sure what to ask.

She swung the key back and forth… watching his eyes follow… “Yes, if you win the game, I’ll unlock you — for tonight…” Then she withdrew the key, and put it back in the pocket. “But if you lose… I’ll leave you locked up for an extra four weeks.”

Todd’s cock throbbed with pain, inside the tight lock. “Yes, Mistress.”

“You want to win… don’t you?” she said.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy. Now, make your move.”

Todd reached out to the red piece, and lifted it. Jumping over Mistress’ black piece to the back row. He picked up the black piece, set it aside. Remembering the punishments that Mistress had administered so far. He looked down at the table, again remembering his place as a slave. His voice quavered when he said the words that he MUST say: “King me.”

Mistress Elizabeth lifted the red checker, then took one of the discarded black checkers and placed it underneath, stacking the two together, with the red checker on top. Now Todd’s piece was the most powerful one on the board, able to move forward and backward.

Todd waited for Mistress’ next command, afraid to imagine what she would do next.

“Go to the wall, and retrieve the riding crop, slave,” she said.

When Todd returned, Mistress administered one blow to each testicle, making it so hard for him to stand. She gently stroked the tip of the riding crop under Todd’s balls, cooing, “That’s two swats for two squares.” She leaned forward, and gently blew into Todd’s ear, nibbling his earlobe. “Now… for taking another of your Mistress’ pieces… I want you to kneel on the floor, in a little ball.”

Todd dropped to the floor, curling up, his hands balled into loose fists, held closely against his chest. Click… click… click… He could hear Mistress’ boots, as she walked around him… Around to his right… then by his head… Trailing the riding crop down his back, between his shoulder blades. Then walking past his left side… trailing the crop down between his ass cheeks… Oh, God, not his balls again! Then THWACK! THWACK! she struck two hard blows on the soles of his feet. THWACK! again, and THWACK! again. Over and over, making Todd’s feet feel like they were on fire! The pain was so intense, he only realized Mistress had stopped when she shouted at him.

“Get up!” Mistress commanded.

Todd stood.

“Sit down,” she said. And Todd limped over to his chair, barely able to walk. He slumped into it, panting, trying to remember whose turn it was.

Mistress pushed another black checker forward, directly in the path of his king. Was she “throwing” the game? Todd could barely think. He started to reach for his king, when he realized again that he should be waiting for a command to pleasure Mistress. He hardly heard her voice, as she commanded him to lie on the floor, face up. In a moment, she was lowering her smooth, round ass on top of his face, cutting off his air, commanding him to push his tongue deeper into her ass, while her riding crop trailed up his left thigh… then up his right thigh… So hard to think… seeing stars flashing… His tongue deep into her warm hole… Todd licked… and wiggled his tongue… again forgetting all about the checker game… Then suddenly, Mistress’ bottom lifted, and Todd exhaled, almost explosively, and gasped in a deep breath of fresh air.

“Up, slave,” Mistress commanded. “Sit down, and make your next move!”

And so the game continued. The long, slow game of checkers. Move by move, Todd alternated between pleasuring Mistress — with his mouth, with his hands, licking, kneading, massaging, sucking — and receiving so many different kinds of pain. More strokes with the riding crop, slow crushing of his balls, a spiked wheel down all the most sensitive parts of his skin, and the whip — stroke after stroke, on his ass, on his thighs, on his back. Till, finally, shaking and barely able to see through the tears, Todd jumped his red king over Mistress’ final black piece, and removed it from the board.

He stared down at the board, unthinking, the chair digging into his sore buttocks, the floor burning on his aching feet. He waited, shivering. Inhaling deeply, and shuddering as he blew out each breath.

Todd heard a scratching. A scrape of something hard across the surface of the checker board. And Mistress’ hand entered his field of vision, now a narrow tunnel of light through the pain, pushing the key toward him. Todd did not recognize it at first.

“You won, slave,” Mistress said. “Todd, can you hear me? You won.”

Todd stared at the key. Then two thoughts finally met inside his head, and he reached forward, taking the key from Mistress Elizabeth’s hand. She let him take it, easily. And he sat still, trying to remember what to do next.

“You may now unlock your chastity, slave — only for tonight.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Todd muttered. He reached down to his crotch with the key, fumbling for a moment, and inserted it into the lock. A simple turn, and click, and the lock slipped out, letting him open the cock cage and set it aside on the table.

“Stand up, and turn around,” Mistress said.

Todd stood, feeling dazed. His cock felt so strange, so cold out of the chastity. So light, with the weight and the confinement removed. He barely noticed Mistress moving around — but he felt her wrapping the cuffs around his thighs, then the cuffs around his wrists. The click-click of locks finally brought Todd out of his daze, and he realized that his hands had been locked at his sides, well away from his newly-liberated penis.

“Mistress…?” Todd began to ask.

“I said you could unlock your cock, slave,” Mistress replied, “not that you could stroke it.”

Mistress Elizabeth demonstrated, by squeezing her hand around Todd’s cock, so very gently, and pulling from the base to the tip. Reminding him of the sensation — it had been so long! He felt ready to cum, instantly — but she let go of his cock, and took hold of his chin.

“Look at me, slave.”

Todd looked into her eyes.

“You’re going to sleep on your back, tonight. No sheets or blankets. NOTHING is to touch your cock — do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Todd nodded.

“Good boy,” she replied. “In the morning, I’ll put your chastity back on for you, before releasing your hands.” She traced her fingertip around his lips, causing his cock to leap upwards, the pressure so instantly increasing.

“Would you like to be able to stroke it?” Mistress asked.

“Definitely.”

The silence closed in on them again. Mike drained his beer and decided he better head home. Diana might be trying to call him. Besides, he felt uncomfortable with Dawn. Although she looked unbelievably hot, he thought that it wouldn’t be a good idea to hang around much longer. A couple of beers later, things could change.

He stood up.

“Well, thanks for the beer, I gotta go.”

“No, thank YOU,” she said, smiling at him.

“It was no problem.”

She walked him to the front door and he opened it to the darkening sky. It was still hot, but not as bad as before.

“See you around, I guess,” he said lamely and walked outside.

He heard her phone ringing in the house and she quickly said good-bye and shut the door.

Once back inside his own house, Mike let out a sigh and sunk down onto the couch. It would have been so easy just to fuck her right there in the kitchen, he thought. The whole time they sat there, her body language was saying she wanted him. It was an effort not to give in.

Then he heard the beeping of the answering machine. He played the message and heard Diana’s voice telling him she was stuck in some little town in Arizona and her car was dead, but not to worry, she had it under control. She also said she was going to call back later.

He hung up feeling bad that her car broke down. He knew he should have let her take his truck since it was newer, but she loved that little Honda of hers. Of course she had everything under control. It was her nature.

Turning on the TV, Mike settled down with a fresh beer and began to watch TV until he dozed off.

It was sometime later he woke up. His head felt fuzzy from the beer and he realized he hadn’t eaten anything in a while. He got to his feet, a bit unsteadily, and padded out to the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later he was out on the patio eating leftover spaghetti enjoying the night air. The AC had made the house too stale.

As he sat there, he gradually became aware of voices coming from Dawn’s house. He stopped chewing and could hear two different female voices talking from the direction of the pool. Then he heard a splash. He resumed eating, wishing he had a pool too, until the curiosity got the better of him and he crept over to the hedge that separated their yards. Diana had found a good spying place and watched Dawn one day masturbate in the sun. From there, things had got interesting.

Mike felt a little foolish, but there he was peering through the opening in the hedge. He saw Dawn and another woman sitting by the edge of the pool. It was hard to see in the dark and only a few candles lit the area that they were in. But it was definitely light enough for him to see that they were naked. He decided it was worth checking out so he crouched down and got comfortable.

The other woman was a short blonde with big tits and, as he checked her out, he felt a slight stirring of his cock within his shorts. As luck would have it, they were beginning to caress each other and then their bodies joined together in a kiss. Mike caught his breath as Dawn pushed the blonde down on her back and began to seriously make out with her. He could see that she was very aggressive, no doubt reveling in her newfound sexuality.

The two women embraced on the towel spread beneath them. Dawn broke the kiss and lowered her head to suck on the blonde’s tits. He heard her moans in the still night air and his cock stirred again and began to twitch. Without even thinking he brought his hand down to rub himself. He almost laughed thinking what he was doing was so adolescent, but he couldn’t help himself.

Dawn continued to slurp and suck the blonde’s nipples and Mike would have given anything to be closer to see them swell up in her mouth. Sweet moans drifted across the yard to him and he slipped his hand inside his shorts to stroke a little harder.

Eventually Dawn moved her body down and opened the blonde’s legs. Without ceremony she dived in and began to lick and suck her friend’s pussy. Mike could almost taste it from where he was. The blonde began to moan and thrash around on the ground. Her hands reached up and squeezed her full breasts over and over. Mike breathed harder and stroked faster. His cock was fully engorged and throbbing in his hand. He wanted very much to cum with this blonde and he silently urged them on.

Dawn’s hands reached up under the blonde’s ass and pulled her pelvis up so she could lick harder. When she managed to get a couple of fingers into the blonde’s snatch, Mike almost shot his load right there.

“Oh my god! Yes, fuck me! Fuck meeeee!” the blonde cried.

“Oh yeah, I’ll fuck you, you little cunt,” Mike mumbled as he increased his strokes.

He closed his eyes and paced himself along with the moans coming from the next yard. Soon she was shouting she was going to cum and that was it for Mike. He totally forgot himself and let out a long groan as he shot his load into the bushes. At the same time the blonde was crying out that she was cumming. Mike heard her and felt spurt after spurt eject from his rock hard cock. He groaned again, not caring who heard. It felt so damn good.

Minutes later when he felt recovered; he stumbled into the house, exhausted and spent. If Dawn and her friend were going for round 2, he’d have to miss it. He fell into bed and was asleep in minutes.

+++

I was swaying to some sappy country song with Six. He was holding me closer than I thought was appropriate at the time, but I just went along with it. My hands were at his back and I felt the hard muscles through his thin shirt. He felt so good having this hard body next to me. His hands had wandered down to my ass where they gave it a little squeeze. I stiffened slightly and he murmured something into my hair, but I didn’t know what it was.

We went on like that for while longer and I softened my pose and eased my body closer to him. It was exactly what he wanted, and his arms locked around me even tighter. My head drooped on his shoulder and I felt drowsy from the alcohol and the moment.

When the song ended, he pulled away slightly and whispered in my ear: “let’s get out of here.”

I nodded and we walked of the dance floor hand in hand. I noticed a few women giving us looks and figured he probably had broken a few hearts in this little town at the foot of the mountains.

He was uncharacteristically silent as we walked to his truck. He opened the door for me and I slid inside. Soon the engine roared to life and we began to head out of town. The radio came on and he tuned it into some classic rock.

As we headed into the desert, I could see the mountains silhouetted darkly against the night sky. We had veered off the main road and onto a bumpy dirt one.

“Hold on,” he said as dropped it into four-wheel drive.

We bounced along the road and I was aware of the fact that I was with someone I didn’t know too well in the middle of nowhere.

“Six? Where are you taking us?”

“Almost there,” he answered and swung onto another road.

I looked out and saw nothing for miles.

After another fifteen minutes of jostling around in his truck we came to a stop. He killed the engine and suddenly it was quiet. The dust began to settle around us and I saw that we were on top of a high plateau. Stretching out before us was the valley we had just driven out of. I could see the lights of his town far below.

“This is my escape place,” he said simply.

“It’s beautiful. You can see forever…and the stars…”

There was no moon that night and the amount of stars we could see was phenomenal. I was awestruck. We were both quiet for a while as we took in the beauty of it all. Finally he spoke.

“There’s something about you, Diana. I can’t put my finger on it…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You have this ‘edge’. I’m not sure what it is. What else do you do beside the herb thing?”

I laughed.

“What’s so funny?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yeah, I do. Tell me.”

I took a deep breath. I wasn’t sure why I was hesitant to tell him, but I was.

“I’m a dominatrix,” I said at last.

He turned to face me.

“No shit!” he said, laughing.

I laughed with him.

“Yup.”

“Wow. I knew this chick in Phoenix that was one. She was intense.”

“Did you have an experience with her?” I asked.

“Hell yeah. It was great. Freaky at first, but great.”

I chuckled softly and was surprised that he had experienced it.

“So you get dressed up in leather and tie up guys and shit?” he asked.

“Well, not exactly. All my subs have been women.”

“Women? So you’re a…” he didn’t finish.

“No, I’m not a lesbian if that’s what you were asking. I’m bisexual. I like men too; I just have never dominated one.” I took a deep breath. “I have a boyfriend, Six. He participates.”

“Oh.”

We were silent again. An Allman Brothers song played softly on the radio and I swore I saw a shooting star. Then he spoke:

“I need to take a piss. I’ll be right back.”

He left the truck and walked a distance away from it. I sat there wondering what was going to become of the night. I knew deep down that I wanted him. Not to dominate, but just have. I pictured his body above mine, muscles rippling. I sighed heavily and stepped out of the truck and went around to the front to stare at the sky. I leaned against the grill and got lost in the depths of what I was seeing. After a few minutes, I heard Six walk back and he joined me. He leaned next to me and his arm almost touched mine, but not quite.

We stood that way for a while - not saying a word and just enjoying the night sky. I felt my eyes close as I lay against the truck feeling the heat from the engine and the heat from the ground. Then, ever so slightly, Six closed his hand over mine.

That was all I needed. The tenseness of the situation finally got to me. I had to have him and I had to have him now. I turned to him.

“Six?”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.”

He turned his body to me and pulled me close to him and pushed his lips to mine with such intensity, it took my breath away. He parted my mouth easily with his tongue and forced his way inside. I accepted him without question and swirled my tongue around his. His arms went around me and held me so tight I couldn’t move, but I didn’t care. The longer we kissed, the hotter it got. His hands began to roam along my sides, hips and finally my ass. When he grabbed me and began to squeeze I heard him moan deep in his throat. My own hands were gripping his biceps and enjoying the hardness there.

At last he broke away and we were both breathing hard. We had crossed the point of no return now, I thought. I leaned against the truck and reached out to rub the bulge that had formed underneath his jeans. As my hand pressed the hardness through the rough denim, I could feel that he had a good-sized cock in there. With my other hand, I pulled him towards me again. He wanted to kiss me, but I tilted my head back and exposed my neck to him. He began to lick it and then lightly suck. My hand was busy stroking and squeezing his cock. His groans increased each time I did that.

When his mouth got to the tops of my breasts, he pulled the front of my blouse so hard, the buttons ripped off one by one. Suddenly my front was exposed to the night air. He grabbed my arms and spread them out wide to the sides of me and held them there. I tilted my head back even further and pushed my breasts out for him. He began to suck on my nipples through the thin material of my bra. I moaned and thrust my pelvis out as well, letting him have his way with me completely.

When he let go of my arms, I kept them in the same spread position. He grunted and pushed up my bra to find my nipples were hard little points. I almost died when he sucked them into his mouth. His hands were cupping my breasts from underneath and pushing them together. Back and forth his mouth went, sucking and licking and gently biting. I didn’t have to urge him on or direct him to my pleasures. He knew exactly what to do.

He lifted his head from my breasts and looked up at me.

“Spread your legs.”

I complied with his request and he thrust his hand between them and rubbed my already throbbing pussy through my jeans. I gasped from the intensity and my body began to tremble all over.

“Oh, Six…fuck yes…”

He quickly undid my jeans and unzipped me for better access. Soon his hand was inside my pants and parting my wet lips. He roughly pushed his fingers into my slit and rubbed hard. My clit popped out and he found that. Satisfied with that, he went back to my nipples and sucked them very hard until it was on the verge of hurting, but not quite.

Leaning against the truck in the middle of the desert, I looked up at the night sky and was soon lost in the stars. My body was on fire by this wonderful man and I knew I was fast approaching the brink.

We said nothing to each other as he fucked me with his fingers. I was moaning softly and moving my head back and forth and he let out the occasional grunt, but there was just no need to say anything. He knew how to please me and I was content.

He began to sense my approaching orgasm and began to thrust harder. I thrust my hips at him again and again, riding his fingers. I wanted something larger there, but I figured that would come later. For now I was at the mercy of his rough fingers and his rougher mouth. My arms bent and my hands sought his head so at last I could clutch that blonde hair. And then it started.

“Ohhhhhh…I’m cumming…soooooo…”

I couldn’t finish. Suddenly the night exploded around me and I came very, very hard. Six’s fingers continued to pump me and I knew they were now coated with my cum. I screamed and cried out over and over as he kept it up. I didn’t want it to ever end.

But eventually it did. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from my pussy and he lifted his head from my breasts. I was breathing very hard as I watched him lick my juices from his fingers. My legs were weak and I could hardly stand. As he watched me, he unzipped his jeans to free his cock. It sprung to life and when I reached out to touch it, I felt the precum already oozing out.

He pushed my hand away gently and told me to take my pants off. I kicked off my boots and pushed my jeans and panties down and stepped out of them. My blouse and bra were still on, but in disarray. I went to remove them but he took hold of my arms and spun me around.

“Bend over and hold on to the truck. I want you from behind.”

I said nothing and went along with him. I bent at the waist and grabbed a hold of the grill and spread my legs wide for him. He moved behind me and pushed his cock into my wetness with ease. He groaned softly and I heard him say “so wet” very softly.

I braced myself and he began to thrust in and out of me. His body leaned over mine and one hand sought my breast where it squeezed gently. Gradually his rhythm increased and he thrust harder and harder. My breasts bounced all over the place and I thought my pussy would split in two from his size and intensity. I kept pushing back at him so he’d go deeper and he did. He was bumping up against my cervix with his deep thrusts. I was panting with the effort and tried to hold on the best I could.

His hands were wrapped around my ass and he used that leverage to ram me against his cock. It was all I could do to keep up with him. Then suddenly he stopped and let out a long groan. Although he didn’t say it, I knew he was cumming. I could feel his cock twitching inside me and my pussy muscles milked it. He spent himself inside of me.

Slumping over me, he kissed my back and murmured something, but I couldn’t hear. I was overwhelmed by the whole situation. It was so intense.

At last he withdrew and I felt the cum oozing out of my pussy. He got down on his knees and began to lick all of it. His tongue traveled up and down my thighs and across my swollen lips until at last I was clean of the all the cum from our fucking. I stood up and turned around to see his semi-hard cock and I knew I wanted to do the same thing for him. I got down on my knees and licked our sweetness from him.

When I finished I stood up and put my jeans and boots on. He zipped up and I tried to arrange my blouse so it covered me.

“Sorry about the blouse,” he said. “I guess I got carried away.”

“Don’t worry, I have others back at your sister’s house.”

We both climbed in the truck and settled in for the ride back to town. No further words were spoken.

When we got back to Emily’s house, it was dark and her car wasn’t there. I asked Six about it and he told me she probably crashed at her friend’s house. Sometimes it was easier to just stay put when you’ve been drinking and doing whatever else.

The ride home had been strange. After all the talking Six had done all evening, it seemed uncharacteristic of him. I wondered what he was thinking, but didn’t ask. We went inside and he went to the kitchen to get some water for us. I pulled a t-shirt out of my bag and slipped it on. I would have to find all new buttons for that blouse, I thought.

He gave me the glass of water and showed me Emily’s room.

“You can crash there,” he said. “I’m heading off to bed.”

I looked at him, but his face gave away nothing. There was no hint of the passion that was there before. It was like he turned it off after we fucked.

“Ok then,” I said lamely. “Uh, thanks for, um, everything. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sure.”

And with that he climbed the stairs to the loft and went to sleep.

I felt confused and somewhat used, but we both knew that nothing would come of this, so maybe he was right to be that way. But still…

I shook my head and got myself ready to go to bed. Suddenly I was very tired from the long day I had. I shed my clothes and climbed into Emily’s soft bed and drifted off to sleep.

+++

Mike woke suddenly from a deep sleep. He wasn’t sure what woke him up, but he saw by the clock that it was 1am. He lay there in the dark for a while and then he heard the music coming from Dawn’s house. Because it had cooled down, he had the bedroom window open for some fresh air.

He sat up in bed and looked out the window. Lights were on next door and the music was a bit loud. He sighed and got up. Pulling on his shorts, he padded downstairs for a drink of water.

As he stood there by the sink, he could hear Dawn’s high-pitched laughter and wondered what she was up to. He also wondered if her friend was still over there. Maybe he would just walk over and ask them to turn the music down. It wouldn’t hurt and then he could get a better look at that blonde. So against his better judgment, he walked next-door wearing nothing but his shorts.

When he rang the doorbell all of the laughter stopped and Dawn opened the door with a look of surprise on her face. He looked in and saw that she was wearing next to nothing. She had on a skimpy t-shirt that just barely covered the panties she had on underneath. He didn’t see the blonde.

“Mike! What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was wondering if you could turn the music down. It’s kinda loud.”

Dawn laughed a little and he could see that she was a bit drunk.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she apologized.

Mike didn’t think she sounded sincere about it though.

“I don’t mean to be a pain about it, but it woke me up.”

He shifted uncomfortably in front of her door and then a smile lit up her face.

“Why don’t you come on in and join us? Now that you’re awake…”

Mike looked at her again and saw her nipples poking through her shirt and swallowed hard.

“Us?”

“Yeah, my friend Jasmine is here. You’d like her, she’s real nice.”

Before he could answer, she was literally pulling him inside. Suddenly there he was in the house and Jasmine was walking down the hallway.

“Dawn? Who’s there?”

“It’s my neighbor, Mike. You remember me telling you about him?”