Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first twelve stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.
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"Hello stranger. Wanna fuck?"
I was sitting on a barstool in a popular watering hole, slightly off-campus. For the last twenty minutes, I had been saddled up to the bar, staring at a long neck beer bottle and picking at some pretzels. I was beginning to have my doubts. Time ticked away and the inevitable questions came. Would she come? Was I being stood up? This is strange, I thought. She called me. This rendezvous wasn't even my idea.
I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. A soft, pink tongue lightly grazed the lobe of my ear. Strands of chestnut hair brushed against my cheek. A hand touched me on the shoulder and slid downward. A lone fingernail traced an excruciatingly slow and winding path down my spine. I was hot and cold at once; chills raced through me radiating outward from the unexpected touch.
....And then those words, "Hello, stranger. Wanna fuck?" So naughty and obscene, they played in my ear and tumbled through my mind. Those three simple syllables reverberated back and forth, pulling me into an indecent mental state. My muscles stiffened as I felt her kissing me on my neck. She was wrapping her arms around me, clutching me beautifully tight. I gasped, lightly, moaning in desire. My pulse began to race.
I could feel two, twin fleshy orbs pressing into my back. These were the tits of my dreams -- the ones that I would want to suckle in the darkest, most desperate patches of night. Oh they felt very soft and kissable, the kind of tits one could bury their face in for a week. I wanted to take those breasts - one by one - in my mouth. I needed to nuzzle, suck, and nibble on the crinkled skin of her nipples. I longed to feel her tips growing hard and aroused between my teeth.
I began to turn around, but she stopped me by putting her hand on my shoulder. "Don't," she said, while biting me lightly on the ear. Her voice had an edge; I was hers to command.
"I don't have much time. This will get you into my apartment," she said sliding the key in front of me. "Go there and wait for me inside my bedroom closet. Sit down and make yourself comfortable. I won't be long. Wait for me inside." She paused for a moment. I knew she could sense my skepticism. "Trust me, dude, you won't be disappointed. Don't come out of the closet, though, unless I tell you to. Instead, watch, wait, and enjoy. But stroke yourself off. I think, if all goes well, that tasty cum of your will be needed later on. Oh, and if you feel the inclination go ahead and pick up the video camera in the closet and hit record. Dude, everything is all set up for you. That would be hot and very appreciated. We good?"
I nodded, signaling that I understood.
"Excellent, Professor. I'd suggest getting going. I don't want you to be seen. I won't be far behind. If you are a good boy, you will be rewarded. Heck, you might even get to fuck two different pussies tonight."
I grinned. That thought was certainly intriguing. Who would the second pussy belong to? It didn't matter. Whatever Sarah wanted, Sarah would get. I would make sure of that.
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I was sitting cross-legged on the thick shag floor of Sarah's closet. The door separating the clothes-filled alcove from the bedroom was cracked at about six inches. Resting on the floor next to me was a small, hand-held video camera. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. It looked like Sarah had checked the equipment from the department earlier that day.
I had a clear view of Sarah's bedroom. I knew it well. When we started grad school, Sarah and I had used that bed several times over for various carnal activities. I think we slaked our wanton thirst with every position imaginable (Boy, was that mattress and box springs extremely durable and resilient!) Together we had performed a sexual circus, a wild and animalistic romp that still played in my masturbatory fantasies. Licking, sucking, and fucking: we did it all. In the center of the room was a king-sized bed, topped by a forest green comforter. Several large fluffy pillows rested at the head board. Next to the bed was a nightstand with a lamp. The light was muted, bathing the room in a soft, sensual tone.
For the first few minutes I was excited. A new sexual production was about to begin and I had a front row seat. I wasn't sure what I going to see, but I really wanted to view whatever Sarah had planned. My pulse raced as my dirty brain worked on the puzzle Sarah had given me. What would transpire on that bed? A whole host of naughty possibilities cycled through my mind.
Quickly, though, those thoughts faded and boredom set in. Living on hopes and high expectations, can only take one so far. Sooner or later those dreams will flutter on the wind. I leaned up against the wall and closed my eyes. I couldn't help but let sleep overtake me.
I awoke with a start. I heard the bedroom door fling open, crashing into the wall behind it. I heard two girlish giggles and the phrase, "Oh shit!" as a picture tumbled off the wall.
I looked up and saw two gorgeous women reaching for each other in the doorway. The first, the one facing toward me, was Sarah. She was the one who set this whole thing up. Her long chestnut hair fell gracefully around her shoulders. She was leaning into the other women, kissing her on the neck with a deep-rooted passion. Her gigantic breasts pressed tightly into the woman in front of her.
While I couldn't yet see the second woman's face, she looked familiar. She was short, at a height of approximately 5'0," but still completely stacked. She was a blonde bundle of fun, a tight little package that could be picked up, turned around, and flipped in any direction. The woman's hair was cut into a bob high above her shoulders. Her tits were a small and perky handful; her ass was a hard-bodied wonder. Such a body was sculpted and built to be used, to be handled, and to be fucked. She was wearing a backless black cocktail dress held up by a single string tied around her neck. It looked like the fabric would fall to her feet with a single delicious tug. And then there would be nothing left but her smooth, supple skin.
Sarah's hands roamed over every inch of the blonde's tight, little body. Her fingertips sensuously slid over her taut, muscular curves. Sarah caressed the shape of the woman's outline from her neck to her ass -- and then back up again. As Sarah touched her, the blonde practically purred. I could barely hear a wispy, feminine moan from where I sat in the closet. The blonde arched her back and fell into Sarah's touch. The two bodies melted into one -- kissing, touching, and rubbing. Through Sarah's hands, I swear I could feel the blonde's skin. Sex practically dripped from her. My thoughts and desires were molten.
I picked up the camera, flicked it on, and held it up to my eye. I would be the surrogate participant -- the unseen, unknown member of a threesome. Through the lens, I too would get to fuck; I too would get to join in Sapphic delights. Every sexy pose, moan, or caress would be filtered through my eye into the camera. From there, the scene would be stored, locked away to be savored later. I was the final bridge to saving this scene, in all of its juicy sexuality, for eternity.
Sarah -- that bawdy slut - knew what she was doing. Her devious mind concocted this moment, planning every detail to construct the perfect sexual scheme. The rendezvous, the seduction, and then the eventual tease (for I was pretty sure, despite whatever rewards Sarah might have dangled in front of me, that teasing followed by eventual masturbation would be the only thing on the menu for me tonight).
I looked through the camera's view finder. Black went to color, as the power clicked on. I held the lens close to my eye. Perhaps, I thought, by pulling the camera closer I could somehow get closer to the two women in the next room. I could then know what it was like to hold them in my arms, and to take them in all of the naughty ways I could dream up. Doubtful. For the first moment the image was fuzzy, but in an instant later the focus shifted. The two delicious sex kittens were full-on in view. I could now soak them up with my eye.
Sarah bent down and nibbled on the blonde's milky, white neck. At the same time, one of her hands was now cupping and groping the blonde's high and perky ass cheeks. Her hands worked a rhythmic, kneading motion on the supple flesh. Those twin cheeks were perfectly toned, rounded, and firm. With every squeeze they stood tall and proud, resilient to Sarah's insistent grope. The blonde, lost to the sensuality of the moment, could do nothing but moan. The neck kisses and ass play seemed to be overwhelming her; she was trembling with desire. Sarah's mouth dropped lower, biting and nibbling the tender skin as she went. Her ferocity grew with every kiss. The blonde's neck and shoulders would probably be coated with hickeys and love bites the next day.
In between kisses and bites, Sarah looked up. She looked at me through a film of lust and need. Our eyes locked. She could clearly see me holding the camera, recording every twitch, moan, and writhe. Her plan worked. I swear I could see an evil grin creep onto her face.
Sarah grabbed the neck strap holding up the blonde's dress and placed it between her teeth. She made a cat-like growl and quickly moved her head to the side. With that tug, the single knot that was holding up the blonde's dress came undone. With a flourish, Sarah stepped back. With a devilish giggle she said, "Whoops, how did that happen?" as the dress fell to the blonde's ankles.