Nov 252016
 

I know everyone is busy buying anything not nailed down but I have a big favor to ask of you this weekend.

My interactive erotica book, Taken By the Aliens is doing really well but for some reason, it has yet to have an Amazon Review. I get it, porn readers often don’t want to own up to reading porn but reviews do matter and I would really like at least one. Okay, maybe three. Really, I would love to have five raving great reviews but I will take one.

So please leave a review and I will be terribly grateful. also be sure to contact me and let me know you wrote a review so I can be grateful towards you.

Nov 102016
 

So the human shit stain, Donald Trump, got elected. On Tuesday night I was in shock, Wednesday I was depressed and now on Thursday, I have no idea what I am now.

Some people say start fighting now and others say take some time to heal. If George W. Bush taught me anything it was that this shit goes on for years. You got to find a pace that works for you. Don’t let someone else pressure you to do anything. You know yourself best, you’ll figure out what to do.

I will be fighting this administration. I will donate money and time to opposing the evil they try to inflict. I will be there for my friends and family who are hurt by this man.

But I doubt I will do that here on this blog. I mean, sure, my stories will always be liberal in orientation, that will never change. I just mean that I won’t use my blog to do the fighting because quite frankly, I have other more effective platforms to use.

This blog will primarily be a sanctuary. The media will saturate you with whatever horrors this administration inflicts but this blog will be a place to read porn and entertainment. When your family is being deported and you lose your health insurance; this will be the place you can come to get away from it all.

Which means I need to give you a reason to come here. I like posting one story a month as I write novels but I can do other things. Expect a LOT more recommendations for movies, comics, books and other things. Expect more writing essays. Expect a lot more art that I have commissioned or bought.

We will get through this. We  will survive and thrive. We will see the end of this evil, together.

Sep 142016
 

The wife came out of gall bladder surgery okay. It was supposed to take 15 minutes but ended up taking an hour and a half. her gall bladder was inflamed and much larger than they expected. The doctor said it was on the verge of bursting so it was good we got to it when we did.

The nurse gave my wife a long list of things not to do and then ten minutes later on the ride home, the wife gave me highly detailed arguments for why she should be allowed to do just about anything on the list. It was pretty funny. She was dopey on pain medication but still super smart. It resulted in her talking like a five year old with a really advanced vocabulary.

She has the rest of the week off, and I think Monday as well. Hopefully I can sit her down in front of Netflix and she will keep out of trouble.

Sep 092016
 

My wife has had terrible stomach pains for the last few weeks. Early on the doctor thought it was acid reflux but some tests have shown it is gall stones. We plan to have her gall bladder removed and luckily that is an easy operation.

What was not easy was that when the doctor said he had an opening on Tuesday, my wife started to list the reasons why work wouldn’t make that possible. She had deadlines. She had things due. There was no one to cover. Maybe she could have the surgery in a week or two.

I recognized that behavior. I think we all do it. At some point, we treat our health like a resource to be spent. We stay up late to get work done and figure we will take the hit tomorrow. We go in sick because we figure our discomfort is not as bad as failing our responsibilities. We push our health to hit our goals.

And you know, I used to do that too, especially when I was younger. I bet every one of my younger readers here are doing it now. We act this way because our bosses and the companies we work for treat us as resources and that mindset filters down to us. It is insidious.

So I’m going to tell you something young and old people, work doesn’t give a shit. The phone company won’t regret your serious injury because you sacrificed for them. The university won’t have a change of heart because you ruined your marriage for their needs. You are just someone that works for them and when it comes right down to it, you have to be your own labor union and advocate for yourself.

In the end, my wife skipped her boss and went straight to Human Resources. The people there got her started on the paperwork for paid medical leave. They told her to go to surgery right away. When my wife went to her boss, her boss wanted to make my wife use up her vacation days for her time away in addition to delaying the surgery until some projects done. Fortunately, my wife listened to me and will be having her surgery on Tuesday.

So please keep that in mind. You only get one body for this weird world. Take care of it even if it disagrees with the interests of your corporate owners.

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Aug 302016
 

I was sad to hear that Gene Wilder passed away yesterday. Not only was he a fantastic actor but by all acounts he was a fantastic human being and nice guy.

Long before I appreciated his fantastic comedic work as Leo Bloom and FrankenSTEEN, I knew him as the mysterious and ever cool Mr. Wonka. Gene Wilder’s portrayal as Willy Wonka was and continues to be a huge influence on how I think a wizard should act. Also how a dom should act. Hell, pretty much how any powerful and wise being should act. There was a playfulness to the role that had a constant current of something sinister. You were sure that Wonka was a good guy but you were never sure if he was a nice guy and that ambiguity is something I learn from every time I watch the movie.

I have no idea where Gene Wilder is going now but I am certain that when he gets there, it will become a better place.

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May 012016
 

trialbycuriositycoverI was invited by the fantastic Dr. Faustus to write a guest issue for his long running webcomic, Tales of Gnosis College. The series concerns a certain special college where every other staff member or student is involved in mad science of an erotic nature. Every story is crammed with sex, science and wonderful plots.

As you can imagine, this was right in my area of expertise and I produced a story about a sorority testing their pledges. Creepy rooms, bondage and strangeness abound. It was a joy to write in Faustus’ universe and an even bigger joy to be able to tell a story and watch that story get illustrated by the great Lon Ryden.

This may be a guest appearance but I can assure you, if you are a fan of mine, this story is 100% what you would expect as a dirty webcomic from me. It is a self contained story with no previous Gnosis knowledge necessary.  I couldn’t be happier with how this turned out.

A new page posts every day starting with today’s lovely cover.

Cover Image is owned by Dr. Faustus and Lon Ryden.

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Apr 272016
 

Amber sat down on the seat of the riding lawnmower. The hot plastic felt like a frying pan against her naked butt. She winced and gripped the wheel as her body acclimated to the heat.

Rachel, her domme, smirked. Amber had never seen her fully smile. She wondered if it was a domme thing or maybe just a Rachel thing. The older woman didn’t like questions.

“Quit your bitching,” Rachel said even though Amber hadn’t said anything. “The grass needs to be cut and you won’t see me doing it.”

Amber bit her lip. Sure, the grass needed to be cut but did she have to be naked to cut it? She wanted to say it but she could guess the answer and it would involve a lot of unpleasant slapping.

Rachel wasn’t finished. She picked up a Von Madd Thigh-Crusher vibrator and placed it against Amber’s thigh so that the large round dome at the end was pressed against Amber’s shaven sex. When she had it exactly where she wanted, she wrapped duct tape around Amber’s thigh to secure the vibrator in place.

“Oh Jesus,” Amber moaned and Rachel smirked again.

“Alright,” Rachel said. “Remember, I want even lines. If you do that curvy wave shit again I am going to take it out of your ass. I want a nice clean mowed yard.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amber said.

Rachel flipped the switch on the vibrator. It roared to life and power vibrations pounded Amber’s sex.

Amber gasped. The vibrations were overwhelming. She involuntarily spread her legs to get vibrator away from her sex.

WHAP! Rachel slapped Amber’s thigh. “Keep your legs together you little whore. And get to work!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Amber yelled. She closed her legs and shuddered under the force of the vibrator. Her finger missed the ignition button on the lawnmower but she clicked it on her third try.

The lawnmower engine fired up. It was loud but Amber was sure that the Von Madd vibrator was louder. She placed her foot over the gas pedal and released the brake. The lawnmower surged forward, jamming her sex onto the head of the evil vibrator.

Amber directed the lawnmower to the border between Rachel’s yard and the yard next door. It was hard to tell where one yard in the trailer park ended and the other started but Amber tried her best. If she got it wrong, she had no doubt that Rachel would correct her.

When she decided her spot, Amber began her straight line. She kept her hands tight on the wheel no matter how distracting the vibrator was. Rachel liked straight lines. Amber also liked being able to sit on her ass without crying. She guided the lawnmower as best she could.

The vibrator never ceased. It pulsed endlessly against Amber’s soaking wet sex. She tried to move her thigh but there was not much leg room on the lawnmower and she needed to keep her foot on the pedal. All she could do was ride and bear it.

The hot sun bore down on her. Sweat dripped all over her body. A pool formed in the seat of the lawnmower but Amber knew that wasn’t just sweat.

She reached the end of the yard and began her turn. Ever so carefully she turned the lumbering mower one hundred and eighty degrees. It turned as the vibrator continuously abused her sex. It turned as Amber struggled to hold onto the plastic wheel with her sweaty hands. It turned as the smell of cut grass filled Amber’s sinuses.

Amber began the second row of cutting. An orgasm threatened to explode within her. She didn’t know what to do. If she came, there was no way that she would be able to drive straight. The smart thing would be to stop and climax but Rachel didn’t like that. Her mistress called that wasting gas.

Biting her lips didn’t help. Sometimes she could stop an orgasm by pinching her nipple but she didn’t dare stop using two hands on the wheel. That just left pure force of will to keep from coming. Amber tried to focus on keeping the lawnmower straight and hoping that concentration could somehow ignore an orgasm.

It was impossible. The vibrations from the vibrator were intense but the lawnmower itself provided more sensations. The rumbling of the machine, the jiggling of her tits and the sensation-play of the sun combined to make Amber hyper-aware of her body.

She climaxed. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the wheel. She screamed her pleasure as she struggled to keep the lawnmower straight.

The wheel barely turned. Amber compensated and kept going straight. Maybe the deviation was too small for Rachel to notice.

Maybe.

Amber’s sex quivered as the vibrator kept pulsing. She was extremely sensitive after coming but there was nothing she could do. New tears came to her eyes that had nothing to do with sweat.

Someone waved at her from the trailer next door. It was Mr. Surry. He leaned against the rail of his deck while sipping from a glass.

Amber’s already flushed face blushed even deeper. This was the part she hated the most. Every one knew that Rachel hated mowing her grass. As soon as they heard the lawnmower, the neighbors came out to watch. Rachel never shared her submissive but she had no problem parading her on grass cutting day.

She reached the end of the yard near the road. Amber slowed down and spun the wheel around. The lawnmower slowly turned. She got it facing the right direction and began the long drive to cut a new row.

Mr. Surry was still watching. Amber tried to ignore him as the vibrator buzzed between her legs. Sweat gleamed on her naked body but she tried not to think about it. She kept her mind on the mostly straight line ahead of her.

Another orgasm bloomed within her. It grew and burst before she knew it. Her eyes closed in pleasure before snapping back open in fear. Thankfully, her hands had kept the wheel straight.

“Oh Jesus,” Amber moaned. She was only on the third row of grass to be cut and her pussy was a sensitive over-stimulated mess. How much more could she endure? More importantly, could she keep the damn lines straight?

On the fourth row she tried a new way to spread her legs and keep her foot on the pedal. It gave her sex a break but she came dangerously close to drifting the lawnmower to the right so she had to stop.

On the fifth row, Mr. Surry started to record her with his cell phone. She just knew he would be uploading the video to their neighbors later.

On the sixth row, Amber climaxed. The pleasure was secondary to the sensitized tenderness she was experiencing. She doubted that she would be able to climax again.

On the seventh row, she climax again. She also jerked the wheel as she came which caused her to leave her carefully driven lane.

On the eight row, Amber tried to cover the mistake she made by driving over most of the seventh row. All the while, the powerful vibrator hummed away at the most sensitive part of her body.

On the ninth row, Amber panted from the heat and vibrations. Her arms ached from the tension of trying to drive straight. She felt her pussy going numb from all of the stimulation.

Rachel came out of the trailer. She carried a tall glass of lemonade with one hand while the other hand waved at Amber to stop. As Amber pulled to a stop, Rachel came over and switched the vibrator off.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Amber said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Drink,” Rachel ordered and handed her the glass.

The lemonade was freshly made and with little sugar. The sourness attacked her tongue but Amber was thankful anyway. She forced herself to drink slowly.

“Mr. Surry is watching,” Rachel said. “Dirty motherfucker.”

Amber said nothing but she was glad that Rachel agreed. She kept sipping the tart lemonade.

“It looks like the Cleves are watching too,” Rachel said.

Amber glanced to her left and choked on her lemonade. Oh shit, she hadn’t even noticed them! The husband and wife were on their deck, each with a pair of binoculars.

“Are you embarrassed by them watching?” Rachel asked.

“Yes,” Amber said. “Very, very much.”

Rachel nodded sympathetically. “It sucks to be leered at. It makes one feel like a piece of meat. It is fucking degrading that one can’t do chores without being gawked at.”

Amber nodded and took a sip of lemonade. Her mistress understood!

“Oh, I saw you trying to mow over your mistake earlier,” Rachel said. The smirk was back and Amber’s blood ran cold.

“When you finish with our yard, drive over to Mrs. Surry and do his yard. After that, go over and do the Cleve’s.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Amber said. There was nothing else to say.

Feb 012016
 

January was a busy fucking month.

I completed my second draft on a ebook I am calling “Touched by the Unknown”. It is an entire book of weird sex. A woman buys the right blindfold online and every time she puts it on, something strange touches her. There’s bondage, spanking, weirdness, strangeness and lots of sex. It is my focused intent on creating a truly Weird erotica book and I am pretty proud of it. Now I just need outsiders to read it and poke fun at my typos.

Starting this month, I begin my second draft on my Choose-Your-Own-Adventure style alien abduction book. It is freaking huge. I don’t know how long it will take me to go through it a second time. I am not 100% happy with the first draft and I will be taking the time to go slow and fix every little thing I am not happy with.

I shudder to think how long it would take a proofer to go through it.

I did manage to put out Deep Space Probe Explorer Volume Five. This collects all of the Vaquel stories for 2015. It might be my favorite arc of stories to date.

Also this month I am starting a new ebook that doesn’t have a title but it concerns a woman who becomes a submissive to a mastermind criminal. The criminal is a master of disguise, incredibly smart and of course, wickedly sneaky. He wants a casual BDSM relationship to amuse himself during capers. I picture this book as far shorter than my usual ebooks. Maybe it only concerns itself with one crime per book. The french villain, Fantomas, is a huge inspiration.

Speaking of Fantomas, I finished the 5th book in the series and I am struck by how the villain is the best character but he only gets 10% of the story. Most of the book is about the two heroes following helplessly behind the bad guy. It becomes a sort of reverse-inspiration for me in that I become frustrated with the source material and just want to do it “the right way” in my mind.

So yeah, that’s me.

Jan 132016
 

I read the terms of the gift again. It was cruel. It was trouble. It was going to make things damn uncomfortable. My pecker throbbed with every line.

The Girl in the Cage moaned. She saw my hard-on. She pressed her mouth to the cage and opened her lips.

Her pretty mouth was tempting but I ignored her. The gift had my interest today. I read through the terms again. It said anytime.

The clock read 9:21 am. I decided to put the terms to the test.

I got dressed. The Girl in the Cage pouted. She masturbated. The sound of her wet pussy getting fingered filled the trailer. When she came, the windows shook.

“Be good,” I said as I walked out the door. It was our little joke. She couldn’t do anything else in the cage.

It was a cold morning in Hornbeam Estates. Most of the trailers were still decorated for Christmas. A light frost stuck to the windows.

I walked over to lot 19. The picnic table was covered in chains. I shuddered at the thought of someone being bound in this weather.

Three knocks at the door and it opened. It was Bob. He wore a pink apron and not much else. I hoped that was underwear under the apron.

“Hey Jason, what’s up?” Bob said. He was smiling. “Oh wait, come on in. It’s cold out there.”

“Thanks,” I said. He was awfully friendly. Oh shit, he didn’t know what his wife had given me.

“Is Michelle here?” I asked.

“Yeah, she’s in the bedroom,” Bob said. “Mistress! Jason’s here!”

Michelle came into the living room. She was wearing a red night gown. Her blonde hair was a mess. She was twice as old as the Girl in the Cage but she was still hot as fuck. I sometimes jerked off to her but never really thought we would ever fuck. She was too much like me.

A small grin came to her lips. It was an evil smirk. Normally I was afraid of that smirk but today was different. I knew it wasn’t meant for me.

“Hey Jason,” Michelle said. “What can I do for you?”

“You can suck my dick,” I said.

“Hey now!” Bob said. A growl came from Bob that I didn’t think he had. He took a step towards me but Michelle snapped her fingers. Bob froze in mid-step.

“Sit down, Bob,” Michelle said. “On the couch.”

Bob’s mouth hung open. He looked at her and she glared at him. Her fingers came together for another snap. He rushed to the couch before she could finish. He sat down angry. His legs were open and thank God, he was wearing underwear.

Michelle came over to me. Her robe had come open. A well bitten breast peeked at me.

“You ready to use your gift already?” Michelle asked.

My hand went to her shoulders and I pushed her to her knees. Michelle made a sound and Bob half rose from his couch. I looked at him and he sat back down.

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I was starting to think that Michelle didn’t know her husband slave as well as she thought she did. I thought about leaving.

Michelle’s fingers went to the bulge in my pants. She squeezed my bulge while her other hand unzipped me.

I decided to stay.

She pulled my pants down hard. I grunted kept my cool. That’s what was I was talking about: she was rough just like me.

My dick flopped out and hit her in the face. Bob growled again. His fingers clutched the arm of the couch.

I grabbed the back of Michelle’s head and pulled her to my crotch. I half expected teeth but I got warm lips and an eager tongue. Her mouth slid over my pecker and everything was right with the world.

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned. I looked away from Bob and looked down at her mouth. My wood had disappeared between her lips. The mean bitch had taken all of it. She looked up at me with those cold blue eyes. This must be how Michelle had kept her husband in line all these years. This was a mouth worth submitting too.

I wasn’t doing any submitting today. My hips began to move and I fucked Michelle’s mouth. She managed to smile that evil smirk even though she had a dick in her mouth.

There was a creak from the couch. Bob was glaring at me. Both of his hands were clutched into fists. He was thinking about ripping my dick off.

“Nothing personal, Bob,” I said as I fucked his wife’s mouth. “It was Michelle’s idea. She sent me a Christmas card and said I could come over any time and have my way with her.”

Bob glared at the back of his wife’s head. I didn’t tell him about the rest of the note. There was a part of how it had to be done in front of Bob. There was another part where I had to be rough. There was a long descriptive part about making sure I used her like I would any slut given to me by any of the other trailer park masters. This was Michelle’s game all done for whatever reason she had.

I pounded Michelle’s face. She grabbed my thighs as my balls bounced off her chin. She made a sound and I fucked her face harder.

Something began to rise under the apron. I smiled and Bob grabbed a pillow to put over his lap.

Michelle choked and I pulled my pecker out of her mouth. This time she was the one glaring at me.

It was her stupid game. “Take the robe off,” I snapped. Before she had a chance, I yanked it off her shoulders. I pulled it from her body and tossed it aside.

Fuck, she had a nice body. I had never seen her naked before. The closest was at the Fourth of July cookout when she rode Bob in front of the pig barbecue pit. She had some miles on her but she was all right.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. I grabbed one of her tanned tits with my hand. I squeezed and pulled on that forbidden tit. My fingers ran over the bite marks Bob must have left last night.

Bob stared knives at me. I do believe if he had a gun, I would be dead right there.

Michelle whispered something. I pinched her tit and she whispered it again. This time I heard her.

“Bob’s chair,” she said.

I laughed. Oh, that was just being mean.

Every relationship is different at Hornbeam Estates. Some people live like husband and wife and other people live like owners and dogs. Some people don’t even get treated as well as a dog. That’s okay but even the lowest slave, slut, or cock meat usually have something that is all their own that no one else can touch.

For Bob, that was his chair. It was a leather recliner with genuine mahogany wood finish. It was the nicest piece of furniture in the whole trailer. It was a goddamn work of art. Bob might get fucked up the ass by his wife on a daily basis but he had the best damn seat in the trailer park to rest that fucked ass.

I pulled Michelle over to the chair. I sat my naked ass down on Bob’s chair. The chair made that nice smooth leather sound as I settled into it.

Bob half rose from the couch. I had fucked his wife’s mouth but the chair was too much.

Michelle snapped her fingers. Bob sat back down. His eyes half closed as if he was sighting down a rifle at my head.

Maybe I went too far.

Michelle sat on my lap. I felt the heat of her pussy against me. I looked away from Bob and reached around. My fingers brushed the hairy bush around her pussy. She shivered in my lap.

“Fuck me,” I told her.

Michelle squirmed in my lap. She turned around and faced me. My legs came together and her knees went around my legs. It was a nice big fucking chair. She guided my pecker into her honey patch and squeezed.

Oh sweet Jesus, that was nice. Hot and wet and most of all, one place I never ever thought I would be. That was the best kind of pussy.

She gripped the back of the chair and started to bounce. Up and down her fit ass slammed into my lap as she fucked my pecker. Her tanned titties bounced in front of my face.

Fuck, this was good fucking. Michelle knew how to move. She knew just how hard to come down on me and how to slide back up without losing my dick. I needed to send the Girl in the Cage over to Michelle for lessons.

Bob kept staring at me. He clutched the couch pillow to his lap. His cheeks were red with shame or rage; I couldn’t be sure which.

“Fuck, you are so big!” Michelle yelled.

I grunted. That was always good to hear but I didn’t think Bob needed any more reason to kill me.

“Oh Jason!” she cried out. “I don’t think, ah, I don’t think I have EVER had dick this good!”

I stopped looking at Bob. I could feel his hate from across the room.

“Oh Jesus,” Michelle moaned. “I might need this dick every night!”

I grabbed her throat. Michelle glared at me but then I saw that smirk. My fingers tightened and she stopped talking. She also fucked me faster.

We fucked in Bob’s chair. I felt her wet snatch soak my cock and balls. A wet spot formed under me as the chair groaned and squeaked. Deep down I worried that we might break the chair. Fucking a man’s wife is one thing, but breaking his chair would be downright inhumane.

Bob’s chair weighed on my mind. I slapped Michelle on the ass and told her to get up. She kept humping my dick. I squeezed her throat a little more and slapped her tit. A flash of anger crossed her face and then she climbed off my pecker.

I pushed her towards Bob. She cried out as I bent her over. She had to rest her hands on Bob’s knees for support. While she did that, I slipped my dick into her sweet spot from behind.

“Oh yes!” Michelle screamed in her husband’s face. “Give me that fat dick!”

So I did. I grabbed her hips and pounded her from behind. This was much better. I had her nice ass to look at and I didn’t have to worry about Bob’s chair. Even better, I couldn’t see Bob and his murder-eyes.

Michelle swatted the pillow off his lap. I guess she wanted to see his pecker.

I slammed into her. I fucked her mean pussy with everything I had. I was rough just like she wanted. I was rough just like I wanted.

Michelle kept talking shit. “Fuck me with that giant dick! Fuck me like a real man! God damn, it has been too long since a real stud fucked me! My cunt needs your big dick!”

Maybe it was the dirty talk or maybe it was the wet pussy but I was ready to come. Michelle’s card had been very clear on how to do that. She wanted it inside her. I am sure it was something else to torment Bob with.

“I’m going to come,” I said.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Michelle said, her sweet spot clenching around me. “Fill my cunt with your spunk!”

And I did. I yelled because it felt good. I kept fucking her until she had squeezed out every drop. It was a big load because I had been thinking about fucking Michelle for years.

When I was done, I pulled out of Michelle. I almost wiped my pecker on her ass but then I remembered that Girl in the Cage could clean it. I walked over to my pants and started putting them on.

“Thanks for the Christmas gift,” I said.

Michelle purred and sat on Bob’s lap. She had her fingers in her honey patch. She stretched and rubbed against Bob.

Bob just kept staring at me. It was going to be a long ass time before I could borrow his lawn mower.

“Thank you, Jason,” Michelle said. “I needed a real man to get my new year started right.”

“You’re welcome,” I said because I wasn’t sure what else to say. I zipped up and walked out the door.

I left their trailer and closed the door behind me. It was still cold but I was warmed by the good fucking. The frost clung to the cars and crunched under my feet.

Chris was outside too. He was bundled up but I recognized his Cowboys hat. He was walking towards me and I waved at him. He motioned for me to come talk to him.

“Hey Jason, do you know if Bob and Michelle are up?” Chris asked.

I started to laugh. Chris was a big guy. He was over six feet tall and worked out. All of the pussy in the trailer park got wet when he washed his car. He liked to wrestle women down and fuck them in the ass. He was a beast.

“Yeah, they’re home,” I said. “Tell me, did Michelle send you a Christmas card?”

“Yes sir,” Chris said. He was all polite when it came to sex shit but he had a bird-eating grin.

“Well good,” I said. “Have fun. I’d stay out of the chair if I were you.”

“Thank you, sir,” Chris said and he headed for their trailer.

Well that was a relief. After Chris tears up Michelle’s ass, Bob will have plenty to be made at other than me.

I headed back to my trailer and thought about what I was going to tell Girl in the Cage when she sucks my cock.

Dec 302015
 

Vanessa knelt under the table. Her head rested on the floor with her arms beside her. Heavy breasts pooled on the ground. Her back was straight in a deep stretch.

It was dark under the table. The thick table cloth blocked most of the light. She saw the shadows of feet as they walked around her. Because there was a punch bowl on the table above her, there was a lot of traffic.

She could hear the party around her. Mostly she just heard the music that her boyfriend, Adam, played. He was older than her and his music was alien and full of synthesizers. Someone was threatening to fall apart.

There were other sounds but only wisps. She heard someone describe a new movie. Someone else complained about the traffic. She thought she heard someone say they were fucked in the ass this morning but Vanessa felt she must have misheard that. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing one says at a New Year’s party.

Vanessa smiled. You usually don’t have a naked woman secretly under a table at a New Year’s party either but here she was. Adam knew how much she loved being a secret kinky slut. He knew that putting her under the table for an entire party would leave her dripping wet by the end of the night. The fact that she was one peek-under-the-cloth away from being exposed was too arousing for words.

HMMM! The vibrator strapped to her thigh came to life. It took her by surprise and Vanessa nearly groaned. It was a small vibrator and quiet but in her aroused state, it came close to pushing her over the edge.

Vanessa clenches her lips shut. Somewhere, Adam had his hand in his pocket and was activating the switch. He was probably talking to someone. His cock would be hard and pulsing at the thought of his little slut under the table.

The vibrator turned off. Vanessa let out a gasp of relief and then winced at how loud it was. Her heart pounded as she wondered if anyone heard her. She stayed absolutely still and listened.

Desire ran down her leg. She heard nothing. A song wanted to be taken on.

Vanessa thought about how terrible it would be if she was discovered. These were Adam’s coworkers. They would be shocked. They would wonder if Adam was a deviant. They would know for sure that Vanessa was. Some of the men would leer at the naked body. Some of the women would too. They would think she was trash and yet also wonder what she was like in bed.

Vanessa moaned to herself. Her pussy clenched at the delicious thoughts. She was tempted to stroke herself right here under the table. Adam hadn’t forbidden it but that wouldn’t stop her from punishing her if the mood struck him.

HMMM! The vibrator returned to life. Vanessa was ready for it this time. She kept quiet as it buzzed at her sex. She bit her lip as her hips grinded against it. She didn’t make a single sound as it brought her closer and closer and closer to orgasm.

The vibrator stopped. Vanessa shuddered but made no noise.

The smell of wet pussy was over powering. It was all Vanessa could smell under the table. She wondered if anyone else could smell it. The odor was so strong and musky. How was it that no one at the party had asked about the smell of a soaking wet pussy? Surely someone had to smell it!

HMMM! The vibrator snapped on again. Vanessa quivered. It was so soon after the last time, it felt like it had never stopped. Was Adam trying to get her off? Did he say that she couldn’t? She couldn’t remember.

The vibrator stopped. There was a new song now about money for nothing. Someone laughed at a joke that Vanessa couldn’t hear.

How much longer? Vanessa had no idea. There would be a countdown for midnight. There would be less sound as people left. If she lifted the cloth, she could peek and see what time it was.

The idea made her moan. Imagine that, someone standing nearby and seeing her face under the cloth. They would point it out to a friend. Together they would lift the cloth and see her. The smell would hit them and they would gasp at her naked body.

They would call her a slut.

They would call her a whore.

They would call her a kinky bitch.

HMMM! Almost as if Adam was reading her mind, the vibrator came back on. Vanessa bit down hard on her lip. He was trying to get her off! It was the only explanation for what was happening. The vibrator was coming on too frequently. There wasn’t enough time to rest. Her horny little pussy was being pushed to its limits.

Vanessa was going to come. She had to. It was almost demanded of her. She was going to come in the middle of a party. If she made a single sound, or moved a little too much, then she would be discovered.

The vibrator stopped. This time she did moan. She had been pushed to her limit. The only thing that kept her from moving was her own self-discipline.

The party was quieter. There was a song about the night. Someone was waiting for a tomorrow that never comes.

Something happened to the table above her. Someone walked away. People had stopped talking.

The song ended. There was no other sound.

The table cloth lifted. Vanessa cried out as she was exposed. Her thighs clamped together and her arms tried to cover her breasts. She shook as a powerful feeling came over her sex.

Every one at the party stared at her. They were all naked. They all wore masks that covered her heads. She was surrounded by strangers silently judging her for her obvious lack of morals.

“Now Vanessa,” a voice said from a man dressed as a wolf. It sounded like Adam. Or did it?

“Yes, sir?” she asked, still on her knees.

“Now the party can really begin,” the wolf said.