The Bet - An Illustrated Story

This is a new story that I am writing for my girlfriend. These pictures ARE NOT her, but are meant to help illustrate the story. I would love some feedback as to what you think. It takes awhile to set the stage - and it includes a lot of detail - but I think that is what makes the story.

Again, feedback is appreciated and will help keep the story going. I hope you all enjoy.

Thanks - Wolfercat

ALL IN

The club is huge, - it occupies three levels of an old warehouse in a slightly seedy neighborhood. But, once you get inside, it is very nice. Very low lighting. Lots of tables where you could catch a breath between dancing or playing cards. Everyone is dressed to the nines ? suits for the men and cocktail dresses for the women (many of them extremely tight, revealing or both). You looked gorgeous in the black and white dress that I love so much. You have added a pair of white hose (with no panties) underneath and your incredibly sexy heels.

We dance for quite a while and decide to take a break at one of the gaming table. You have just learned to play 7-card stud and want to try your hand. We join a table where there are already a number of people playing, including a tall, muscular black man named Davis. Davis is dressed in an expensive black suit, a red power tie, and his left ear is decorated by a small a diamond earring. His head is shaved bald, but his face sports a closely shaved mustache and goatee.

We begin to play and you play like you really knew what you are doing. But then the bets get bigger and you start to play a bit nervous. Everyone else loses out ? including me. I go "all in" on a pair of aces and you beat me with three jacks. Finally, it is just you and Davis left playing. On the final round, he goes all in with a much bigger pot then yours. You have no way to match him, so he is going to win by default. But, he makes you an offer ? if you win the hand, you get all the money. If he wins the hand, he gets all the money and he gets you ? to do with as he pleases ? for the rest of the night. You smile and wink at me because you are sure you are going to win. You already show a full house and Davis only has a possible straight. But then I see his trap. He has two hearts in his hand and two other hearts already showing on the board. If the dealer flips another heart, your full house is worthless. The dealer turns the card... a ten. A red ten...the ten of hearts.

You look at me with shocked eyes, frightened but determined to live up to your bet. You stand up and Davis takes your hand. You look at me pleadingly, but there's nothing I can do. Davis nods to me a says, "Don't worry about her. I promise I'll take very good care of her. We won't even be leaving the building." You give me a kiss and as you hug me you whisper for me to "Please keep an eye on us." I nod my head yes in reply. Davis leads you away and I see him stop and whisper something in your ear. You shake your head no at whatever he said, but he is insistent. You walk through the crowd and I lose sight of you.
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I frantically search for you throughout the club and I finally spot you and Davis on the dance floor. You are dancing to some obscure techno misterg that I have never heard. I can tell from the way that you are dancing that you've had a couple of takes since I lost sight of you earlier. He rubs his hands up and down your sides as you move together. You and Davis dance well together. He pulls you close and then twirls you away. You love to dance and I can see that you're enjoying yourself.

The takes, however, are not the only things that are different about you. Your dress is gone. You're not wearing it anymore. All you have on is the black dress slip that you were wearing underneath it. The slip is extremely thin ? I can see your nipples through the material. It's obvious that your bra is gone as well. You look incredibly sexy. The misterg ends and a slow one begins. You start to walk off the floor and Davis grabs your hand yet again. He leads you to the darkest corner of the floor ? just on the edge. He pulls you to him and you start swaying to the music. At first you have some distance between you, but as the misterg goes on, you get closer and closer. Davis lifts his hand to your hair and he softly pulls your head back. You look straight into his eyes and I can tell what is going to happen next. He leans forward and brushes his lips across yours. He pulls your head back a little further and he kisses you again ? this time hard on the mouth. You pull away for just the briefest second, but then you return the kiss with gusto. Your arms encircle his back and you pull him even closer to you. I can't hear it, but I know you are moaning into his mouth.

You continue to kiss as another slow misterg comes on. Davis whispers something else in your ear. Again you shake your head no. His hand goes between you and I see him twist your right nipple with his hand. He leans down and kisses you as he continues to twist your nipple. As he pulls away from your lips, you nod yes to his request. His arms go around you and pull you close again. From where I am standing, I can't see exactly what is happening. But, it looks like you are standing on your tiptoes with your legs spread slightly more than shoulder length apart. You begin kissing again... frantically.

As I walk around the dance floor, my mind is a mix of intense emotions ? jealousy, anger, fear, lust, and passion. It was very upsetting to watch you kissing another man, but you did look incredibly sexy. I just didn't know what to think. My mind said that this was wrong, but my cock said otherwise. As I got to the other side of the room, I came up behind where you and Davis were dancing. I almost had a heart attack when I saw what Davis was doing to you.

He had tucked your slip in the top of your hose. I could clearly see your incredible ass from where I was standing. What's more, I knew why he had you stand on your tiptoes with your legs spread. Sometime during my walk around the dance floor, Davis had ripped a hole in your pantyhose. The entire crotch was gone and I could easily see the folds of your sex as he drove two long, black fingers into your warm, wet, and willing pussy. Your arms were around his neck and every time he thrust his fingers into you, you would raise up higher on your toes. You were incredibly wet. I could see your juices on his fingers each time they came out of you.

You turned your head to lay it on his shoulder and that's when you saw me. You looked right into my eyes as he continued to finger you. You mouthed something to me. I think it was "I'm sorry," but I couldn't be sure. You didn't get to say it again because just at that instant, your orgasm started. Your head snapped back and you tried to push your body even closer to his. Your eyes closed and your face made the look that's a mixture of pain and pleasure, your "orgasm look," a look I've seen so many times and that I love to see. But this time, someone else was causing it. Your mouth parted and you cried out "Please...please...please don't stop. I'm cumming...!" He didn't stop and you didn't either. Your entire body shook as your orgasm wracked your body. As you finished, you looked toward me again, an embarrassed smile on your face. Your cheeks suddenly flared bright red and you turned away, burying your head back in Davis' shoulder. I looked around behind me and I saw what you saw. Almost a dozen people were standing behind me. They saw the entire thing, just as I had. The guys were mesmerized by your incredible body, beautiful face and amazing sexual heat. The girls, well they just looked jealous.

Davis wipes his wet hands on the back of your slip and then pulls it out of the top of your hose. He smoothes the material over your bottom and takes your hand. He gives you a hard spank on your bottom as he leads you away.

Yup, good writing and you're leading us in. Let's get the next chapter!

Thanks, Stormydog. It's nice to see that someone is enjoying it. Here's part two. Hope you enjoy. More feedback would be great. Thinks you like. Things you don't. It's all welcome.

Wolfercat

ALL IN - Part 2

I search frantically for you throughout the nightclub and I can't find you. Just as I am about to panic, I see a door marked "Private." I look around and wait until no one is staring in my direction. I slip through the door and, once in, see that it's the back part of the club with a number of storage areas. It's also fairly dark, but it's light enough for me to make my way around fairly easily. As I come to the edge of a landing, I hear voices down below.

It's you and Davis. I can't hear what Davis is saying, but he's clearly giving you instructions. Yet again you disagree and say no. Without warning, he sits down on a nearby chair and pulls you over his lap. Your slip goes up as he clamps one of his legs between yours, immobilizing you in place. And then he begins to spank you with quick, hard stinging strokes (picspaking). After ten spanks, I can begin to see your bottom begin to turn red. It looks bright pink...hot pink, I guess... through the white of your hose. Ten more spanks and you are squirming, trying to move your bottom out of the range of his hand. I think I even see a tear drop from your face. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll do whatever you want." You yell out. Davis slaps your bottom even harder five more times before he finally stops. You are on the verge of complete panic as this was the hardest you have ever been spanked. Davis begins to rub your hot bottom and you respond as his hand dips between your thighs. Your legs open up sorry and I can see his black fingers enter you again. This time, I can hear you moan.

After a few minutes, he brings you to the brink of another orgasm. When he stops, you are beside yourself, frantically pushing your hips back to try and capture his fingers back inside you. He just laughs and powers you to stand back up. As he does, he rubs the juices from his fingers over your pouting lips. He stands and kisses you again, and then begins to feed you first one, then the other of the two fingers that have been inside you. He is soon fingering your mouth the same way he had fingered your pussy just minutes before.

Finally, he stops and gives you another kiss (pic The Kiss). As he does, I hear him say, "You know what to do." As he says it, you nod yes and you drop to your knees in front of him. You reach for his zipper with tentative hands and you pull it down. As your hand reaches inside his pants and past his shorts, your eyes suddenly grow large. Pay dirt. You maneuver your arm and pull his cock from out of his pants. I finally understand the look on your face. He is huge. The first thought that popped into my mind was "it's bigger than our purple toy." And it was. Not by much, but bigger. It was almost an inch longer and certainly thicker. At least nine inches.

You stare at it as you ran your hand up and down the shaft. You balance yourself on your knees and then add your other hand. Davis caresses your hair as you play with his manhood. He soon becomes impatient and pulls your head toward his body. This time you don't say no. You open your incredibly cute, gorgeous, pouty lips and take Davis into your mouth. At first it was just the tip. Even with that, your mouth forms an obscene 'O" as it struggles to contain him .As you adjust to his size, you take more of him into your mouth (pic powerd). Your saliva glistens each time your mouth comes off of him. Davis pulls your hair, powering your head back and causing you to look into his eyes as he began to thrust faster... and further into your mouth. Soon he has well over half his cock in your mouth and I knew he was passed your mouth and into your throat. You can't take all of it at first, but on each stroke you manage to take just a little more of his massive, black rod down your throat as he rapidly thrust into your mouth. Soon you have done it... you have his entire length down your throat. You stare into Davis' eyes as he continues to thrust, faster and harder each time. The most incredible part to me, yis how amazingly sexy you look doing it.

After a few minutes spent enjoying your soft, wet mouth, Davis pulls out and picks you up by the shoulders. There is a padded table in the corner of the room and he lifts you up to sit on the edge. He lays you back on the table and steps between your legs, dropping his pants as he does. He takes his cock in his hand and begins to rub it up and down the folds of your sex. I can see that you were already wet... or still wet from before, I'm not sure which. You moan and thrust your hips toward him, trying to draw him into your sex. He pulls back instead and you slump back on the table, defeated for at least the moment. He begins rubbing his cock against you again, pushing in a little bit further this time. You arch your back and I see you hook your arms underneath your knees as you open your legs even wider for Davis (pic openwide). Your ankle bracelet catches the light from the overhead lamp. You are completely open for anything that he wants to do to you.

He twists your nipples as he continues to feed his cock into you. Little by little, you take more of him in. He begins moving his hips, slowly moving inside you, allowing you to get used to the feeling before he pushed more in. You are beside yourself. You are moaning out loud, biting your lip, and arching your back to meet his thrusts. Your first orgasm comes when he is less than half way inside you.

He continues his assault on your sex for more than fifteen minutes. He moves harder and faster inside you. He takes your legs and places them on his shoulders. You move your head back and forth as he pulled your nipples away from your body. He twists them with every stroke. You move from one orgasm to the next. I lose count of how many you have.

Davis finally pulls completely out of you. Your eyes fly open and I hear you scream "No!" Davis just smiles and rubs his fingers between your legs. You are completely open for him and you are absolutely sopping wet. He places his cock at your entrance and he braces your legs against his shoulders. In one fell swoop, he plunges his cock all the way in you. You scream in surprise, but your bottom rises off the table to meet his quickening thrusts. Davis starts pounding you, taking his cock almost all the way out of you before sliding it all the way in. Almost all the way out, then all the way in. With one final thrust, he empties his seed into you as you pull him even further in with your arms.

He lies on top of you for just a minute. I can see a fine sheen of sweat on both of your bodies. He raise up and kisses you softly on the mouth. "You make a wonderful slave. Come back next week and we'll play for your bottom." With that, he rolls off the table, pulls up and adjusts his pants, and walks toward the door. He waves to me as he passes below.

Once Davis is gone, I run down the stairs to the table where you are still laying. I see some towels and washcloths that have obviously been left by Davis for you. As I approach the table, you look at me with concern, and ask ' Are we still okay? Please don't think bad about me." I kiss you lightly on the lips as I gaze into your eyes. "We're better than okay. We always will be." I help you clean up and then I take you back to our house.

Two more pics from Part 2.

Very enjoyable wolfercat, I like your style and hope that you intend to give us more.
Keep up the good work.
Greenman

Greenman - Thanks for the kind words. People reading and commenting really make it worthwhile to spend the hours writing - and then editing these stories. This is the third I've posted, and while all have received some postive feedback, it has been pretty limited. I guess I write with a fair amount of detail that many people just aren't interested in. In other words, sometimes it takes a while to get to the sex in my stories. On the bright side, the girl I wrote it for loved it. In fact, here's a couple of pics of her playing with her brand new toy for you and Stormydog.

Thanks again and I hope you enjoy the next chapters.

Wolfercat

Thanks and enjoy.

ALL IN - Part 3
The week after your first “adventure” was wonderful. The first three days we spent making mad, passionate love virtually twenty-four hours a day. I could not get enough of you. I couldn’t stop touching you. And kissing you. And licking you all over. I guess I wanted to show you that I was still your number one guy. To show you that I was still good enough make you feel great. I mean, I loved seeing you that way and it was incredibly erotic, but it did make me jealous. But you reassured me about how you felt about me with both your words and your body, so everything was perfect.

In the middle of the second week, after everything had virtually returned to normal, something changed. I could feel that you were hiding something from me. Not in the “I’m so out of here” way. But like there was something you wanted to tell me, but were afraid to. Much like when you wouldn’t tell me about your fantasies earlier in our relationship. Finally, I just asked.

You didn’t say anything, but instead reached into your purse and handed me an envelope. It was an invitation addressed to you for a party over the weekend called “An Evening of Games, Companionship and More.” It was signed by Davis with a note to “feel free to bring your friend.”

When I saw it I wasn’t sure what to think. Or do. But I trusted you, so I left it in your hands. You looked down at the table when you told me “I really want to go. I think I can win this time.”

I wasn’t sure if I wanted you to or not

ALL IN - Part 4

On Saturday afternoon you gave me a kiss and ran out of the house with the admonition to be ready to go promptly at 7:00 PM. You didn’t tell me where you were going, but it was probably better for both of us. At least I wouldn’t be able to pepper you with questions about things you might do – or not do.

I went and took my shower at six and started getting ready. The invitation had mentioned “smart casual” so in addition to my creased slacks, starched shirt and matching sweater vest, I also slipped on a black blazer. Most importantly, I wore the soft, black underwear that you seemed to love so well. It gives me goose bumps when you run your hands over my bottom – or other parts – when I’m wearing those shorts. Overall, I thought I looked very presentable.

I sat down to wait for you to get back, and you didn’t disappoint. At exactly 7 PM, you walked in the door and my heart – and certain other parts – almost exploded. You looked incredible!

You had obviously just had a manicure and a pedicure as your nails looked awesome. A French manicure for the fingers and fire engine red toes – no hills, no ridges. You were wearing a dress very similar to the one you wore two weeks earlier, and it looked even better than before. You again had on white hose. White thigh highs or white pantyhose (my mind flashed to you on the dance floor) I wasn’t sure which, but your legs looked great in your sexy black heels. I loved the way the straps wrapped around your ankles. Your little gold anklet was barely visible when you were just standing still, but could easily be seen when you walked. Dangly earrings completed the picture.

The green-eyed monster of jealousy reared its ugly head as I realized that I wasn’t the only one, or perhaps even the main one, that you were dressed up for. But I quickly pushed that away as other parts of me rose up and I realized how lucky I was to have a woman like you. Most men are not so lucky.

I walked toward you and tried to put my arms around you, but you caught my wrists and pushed them down to my side. You stood up on your tiptoes and brushed your lips across mine. I could smell your perfume – a scent I had never smelled before, but one that made me a little lightheaded (in a positive way) as it wafted past my nose. “Not now, baby. I don’t want to get all wrinkled before we get there.”

It was hard to drive across town, as I could not keep my eyes off of your legs. To make matters worse, you kept crossing and uncrossing your legs in the seat next to me. I didn’t know if it was because you were uncomfortable – which I doubted – or because you were so excited – which was more than likely the case.

The party was at a big house on the far side of the city. I had driven by it a number of times, but had never been in it. I had heard it was rented out for high-end parties and fundraisers, but had never been inside before that night. I had also heard that the initial owners had turned the house into a speakeasy during the prohibition, Flappers, gamblers, prostitutes and mobsters walked the halls back in the 1920’s.

We walk in and the place is busy, but not packed. We fit right in the way we are dressed, although you stand out head and shoulders above any of the other women. You present your invitation and the usher welcomes us and asks us to follow him. Apparently, your invitation gives us access to another, even more exclusive part of the house. We enter a large, circular room that is filled with various gaming tables, with the majority set up for poker. There were a number of private rooms, with couches, chairs and even some with beds, around the perimeter. I can only assume they are available for gamblers who are playing all night to take breaks and get some occasional rest.

As we gaze around the room, I catch Davis walking toward us out of the corner of my eye. He’s wearing black slacks and an expensive, starched, white cotton shirt. He has small, gold hoops in each ear. The top button of his shirt is undone, and you can see an expensive rope chain underneath. As he welcomes us, he shakes my hand and we make our introductions, as we didn’t formally meet previously. He greets you with a hardy “Hello” and places his lips on yours, lingering there just a little longer than I liked. Without further comment, he asks if we are ready to play.

We say yes, and Davis motions a young female usher over and asks her to escort me to my table. I am led to a table that is part of the main draw of five groups. Each table plays to a winner, and then all those winners combine to play for a championship. As I was walking away, Davis takes your arm and leads you to one of the “open” tables. These tables are set up for people who don’t feel like playing through the championship or those who get knocked out of the Championship Draw early, but aren’t ready to call it a night. While I wasn’t right next to you, I was close enough that I had a good view (pic 16). There were seven people at all the tables. Once introductions were made, the games begin.

I try to keep an eye on your table even as I play my own cards, but it is somewhat difficult. As interested as I am in watching you, I still have a significant amount of money riding on winning my group, and then advancing to the next round. As people start to fall, I can see you were holding your own. Soon there are only three people left at your table, and then it is down to two. You and Davis.

Keep up the good work, a very erotic story. Thanks also for the photos-what a lucky toy to have founnd such a nice home!

ALL IN - Part 5

After another ten minutes of playing, I go all in on my own and my opponent matches me. I get lucky and pull a king on the flop and win my table. I am very excited – table winners are guaranteed to walk away with a thousand dollars – and go to find you so I can share my success. Plus, I really wanted to know how your game ended up and what that meant for the rest of our night. I have to admit that I was a bit jealous at the thought of anything happening with Davis again. Especially the part about him taking your beautiful, perfect bottom. After all, I had only done that one other time.

I looked around and I don’t see you anywhere, so I start walking around the perimeter of the room. As I walk, I notice a throng of men staring intently at something. Many of them were from your table. I cut across the main part of the floor and walk up to see what they are looking at. My stomach is in knots as I worry what it might be.

I was right to worry. The guys are looking into one of the private rooms. The door is partially closed so you can’t see directly into the room. But, you can see the large, ornate mirror that hangs on the wall. And in that mirror, you can see you and Davis sitting on small loveseat together.

“Sitting together,” however, is not an apt description of what you and Davis are doing. Davis is sitting on the couch and you are basically sitting on his lap. You are pressed up against him with your head back and he is kissing you… hard, madly, passionately… as he runs his hands through your blonde hair and over your dress (pic On the Couch). As you kiss, your skirt falls open – I love how that skirt flies open – and I (along with all the men in the group around me) can see that you are wearing thigh hi hose. They are long and came all the way up to the top of your legs. Davis cups both of your breasts through your dress. He pinches your nipples through the material and starts rotating his fingers around them. As he does, your legs sorry open, revealing even more of your milky white thighs. I catch a glimpse of the pink and black paisley panties that I love so much.

The guy standing next to me is the next to last guy to lose at your table. He laughs and gestures at the mirror. “I could have told you this was going to happen between those two five minutes into our game. Oh well, you know what they say, to the victor goes the spoils.” No sooner did those words leave his mouth than Davis pulls your skirt up and reaches down between your legs. His hand finds its spot and he lightly rubs his finger through the folds of your sex. His chocolate black hand is perfectly framed by your white hose and alabaster white thighs. You arch your back and your bottom actually comes off of Davis’ lap as you thrust your hips forward, trying to capture his long, black fingers into your sex. As his fingers continue their journey, the material of your panties is trapped inside your lips. And as the mirror never lies, it is easy to see that your panties are wet. They are absolutely soaked with your juices.

As Davis continues kissing you, he moves his hand back up your body. Your hips try to move with it and I can almost hear the sexy “ugh ugh” that you use to guide me when I stop doing something you want me to continue. As his hands travel upward, they stop to unhook your dress and pull it open. Suddenly, your entire incredible body is on display and a collective sigh goes out from all the men watching. Your breasts are perfect. I can see your nipples are hard as they strain against the thin pink material. His hands cup your breasts again and his fingers find your nipples and began to twist them quite roughly. His black hands against your white skin are extremely intoxicating. Your hands find Davis’ hand and you pull it back down your body and place it back on your crotch. As his hands begin yet another journey through the folds of your sex, you raise your arms over your head and encircle them around Davis’ neck behind you. You open your legs even further and brace them against your shiny black heels.

His fingers continue to lightly graze your panties and your sex. As you grow more and more excited, your hips continue to rise up, trying to power his fingers into you. Finally, after teasing you for more than five minutes, Davis pulls your panties to the side. As he does, I see that you have visited another appointment earlier in the day in addition to having your nails and hair done. You had gotten a wax. Your hair is very neatly trimmed there, just slightly more than a triangular landing strip. He continues his teasing, running the tip of his fingers up and down the length of your lips. After less than a minute, you can’t take it any more. You break your kiss with Davis and we hear you mouth the word “Please.”

“Please what,” Davis asks.

“Please…” You hesitate. Your hips continue their dance, looking for penetration. “Please put your fingers in me.”

“What do you want me to do with my fingers, sweetheart?” Davis is clearly enjoying your desperation.

You hesitate as you searched to find the answer he is looking for. “Please… please fuck me with your fingers. Oh, please.”

Davis traces your pussy lips again as he asks “What type of fingers, baby.”

You don’t hesitate at all as you yell “Please fuck me with your long, black fingers, Davis!”

Your words are still in the air as he drives two of his fingers all the way into you, all the way up to the knuckles on his hand (pic Probing Fingers). He has no more began moving them in and out of your wide-open sex when your first orgasm hits.. “Oh, oh, oh, oh…!” You kiss Davis hard as he continues driving his fingers in and out of your wetness. As I watch, I imagine what you feel like… so soft, and warm, and slippery wet. And just in case everyone watching doesn’t know what is happening, your next cry of passion confirms it. “ I’m cuuuuummmming…” As you slump back on Davis, totally spent, the bell rings for the next round of the championship. I am torn as to what I should do. But as I look in the room again, I can see Davis moving his hand again. And you are moving your hips again. I know it will be a good, long while before he can collect his reward for winning the bet. I know it will be even longer before I can collect my girlfriend.

Wow! That's an awesome story!

Love your story wolfercat. More!!
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Thanks for everyone's kind words. I'm glad to hear that people are enjoying. I hope you like this next part.

Wolfercat

ALL IN - Part 6

It is very difficult to concentrate as I play cards. I can’t stop picturing you kissing him. I can’t stop thinking about how turned on you were when I saw you. Or how you opened your legs so wide for his advances. Or, most importantly, how you begged him to put his “long, black fingers” inside you. I was incredibly jealous, but I have to admit that I was also turned on.

My lack of concentration costs me as I go all in on three 3’s and get beat by a 3 through 7 straight, most of which were already on the board when I bet. So, rather than winning the whole damn thing, I am out on my ass less than 45 minutes into the championship round. Even worse, I have no idea where you are and can only imagine what you are doing there.

I grab myself a take and walk around the room for a while. I actually see a couple of people that I have met before. Not that they would remember me, but I am certain they would remember you. Anyone who ever meets you – and certainly anyone who had met you tonight – would not soon forget. I was going crazy with my imagination running wild. It had been an hour and fifteen minutes since I had last seen you, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it.

At just that moment, one of the cute, blonde servers walked up to me and taps my arm. I turn and looked at her and automatically appraise her. Blonde hair, early thirties, nice body, probably an eight on a ten scale. And she didn’t even begin to approach how hot my 41-year-old girlfriend is. Not even close.

“Excuse me, sir,” she says, “but I was asked to give you this.” I took the folded paper from her hand and thanked her. I open the paper and read “Please join us in Room 203.” My heart begins to race. Finally, I am going to find out what you have been up to – as if I didn’t already know – the past hour plus. I scan the wall next to where I stood. No 203. I walk to the other side and look at the room where I last saw you. Again, no 203 there or anywhere near it. I walk the whole main area before I finally find 203, on the end, farthest away from the party.

I get to the room and knock tentatively. There is no answer. I knock again, just a bit harder. The third time I wail on the door with my closed fist. Still no answer. I am starting to get a bit testy and am considering kicking the door in when I happen to reach down and turn the doorknob. It turns and the door opens right up. It wasn’t even locked.

I walk in and find myself in a very large sitting room. There is a small love seat, a table and lamp, and a TV off in the corner. The room is extremely nice, and I can tell everything is very expensive. I can hear what sounded like voices somewhere close. At first I think it’s the TV, but then I notice the TV isn’t even on. Hell, it isn’t even plugged in. I listen again and I find that the sound is coming from behind the door at the far end of the room. I hadn’t noticed it at first as it was almost behind me after I entered the room.

I walk up to the door and listen again. I hear voices, and I’m pretty sure they’re not in my head. But the voices aren’t saying words, much less complete sentences. Instead it’s a series of vowels and conmisterants strung together accompanied by the occasional grunt or moan of pleasure. I had learned my lesmister earlier; so I reach down and try the doorknob. It turns in my hand and I push the door open.

At first all I can see is Davis, or at least the back of Davis. He is completely nude and is standing next to a king size, four-poster bed, rapidly thrusting his hips back and forth. I can’t see you initially, but I can hear you. You are the source of the conmisterants and vowels, the grunts and the extended moans of pleasure. I look again and I notice the bottoms of your heels. As I move into the room, I can see you are lying on the bed, your legs splayed and resting on Davis’ arms, your head pressed back and moving from side to side, and your hips rising up to meet his thrusts (pic Legs Around). My knees feel somewhat wobbly and I sit down on a couch that is conveniently centered on the wall.

He is fucking you. Hard. His cock disappears all the way in you – all the way to where his pubic bone meets your own – on every down stroke. Just the tip remains in when he pulls out. In and out. In and out. With every thrust you let out a short groan. Every time he pulls back, your hips continue rising as you try and capture him back in you, a low moan punctuating your desire.

He leans even further forward on the bed and drives his hard, black cock all the way into you. As he does, you raise your head to meet his kiss. Your legs are still on his arms, but his hands are free and close enough to your breasts to grab your nipples and pull. As he twists them, you scream and I know he is pressing up against your cervix. It’s a mixture of pleasure and pain, but one that signals you have reached the edge. With one final hard thrust, you scream again and your orgasm washes over your body. You try and spread your legs even farther apart to capture more of Davis inside you, but to no avail. You start and then break another kiss as Davis continues his assault on your willing sex.

You orgasm again and that one rolls into yet another. I know your looks – your expressions – when you hit that magical high and I count four separate times. And yet, Davis hasn’t gone once. He hasn’t slowed down or stopped or even hesitated. After your fourth time, though, he slows on the up stroke. And finally, he pulls out. Your eyes fly open and I hear you moan “Nooo!”

Davis pulls you up off the bed. Your legs are week from spending so much time in their earlier position, so they readily bend as he pushes you to the floor. For the first time he actually sits on the bed, although his feet still touch the floor. As he does, he pulls your head toward him, his black fingers entwined in your long blonde hair. His cock still glistens with your juices as you run your tongue along the underside of his glands. Your lips form a large “O” as you capture the tip in your mouth. Your cheeks slightly bulge and I can tell that you are running your tongue all around and over the head of his penis (pic On her Knees).

After just one minute of your ministrations, Davis pulls out of your mouth. Again, a sigh of disappointment escapes you. He holds your chin in his hands and gives you explicit instructions. “Open you mouth and stick out your tongue.” I guess you have learned not to disobey, because you do as he instructs immediately and exactly. He lays his cock along the top of your tongue and begins to move it in and out of your open mouth (pic Forced). He started out very slowly with short, soft strokes. But, after a very short while, his thrusts lengthen, powering more of his massive manhood into your mouth. Soon, he has almost three quarters in. I can see your mouth stretching to take him in while your throat muscles work hard to accommodate his length down your throat. You are certainly having no problem overcoming the gag reflex.

Davis continues to fuck your mouth. You attempt to steady yourself by placing your hands on his legs, but he powers you to drop them back by your side. I can see your saliva coating his manhood every time he pulled back out of your mouth. After ten straight minutes, his strokes became faster and jerkier. With each stroke he attempted to push more of himself in your mouth. He entwines his hand in your hair and begins to fuck your face in earnest.

With one final thrust, he pulls out of your open mouth and quickly strokes his cock. He pulls your head back by your hair as he works to bring himself, finally, to climax. You remember his earlier instructions and you kept your mouth open and your tongue out.

Davis let out a loud grunt and the first rope of his hot, wet sperm hits you directly in your mouth and coats your tongue. The next spurt misses slightly and covers part of your upper lip and the side of your nose. The final one misses its target completely with part splashing across your forehead with the rest in landing in your hair. After he finishes, you wipe his seed off your lips and face. Your hand goes directly to your mouth and you lick them clean. You stare into Davis’ eyes as you take him into your mouth yet again and lick him clean.

His big, black hand softly strokes your cheek and you continue your tongue bath. He pulls out of your mouth, says, “Excuse me,” and walks out a door in the back of the room.

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ALL IN - Part 7

I continue to sit there, stunned by what I have just witnessed. I am a jumble of emotions, not sure what I should be doing or thinking. But one overwhelmingly strong emotion outweighs the others – lust. I want you more than ever before.

You smile at me, still on your knees. I can’t help it; I smile back, just as you always make me. We sit there and stare at each other for barely a minute, though it seems much longer. You begin to crawl in my direction. When you reach the couch, you part my legs and crawl in between them. You reach up and undo my belt, unzip my pants, and begin to take them off. I raise my hips off the couch and you slide them all the way down.

I am hard. Incredibly hard and you don’t hesitate. You take me all the way in your soft, wet, warm and willing mouth in one fell swoop (pic Blonde on Knees). It is amazing. You move your mouth slowly up and down, my shaft completely covering it in your salvia. I can feel your tongue teasing the tip of my penis. You caress my balls, lightly rubbing, stroking and teasing them with your right hand.

You begin bobbing up and down on my cock, stopping to lick the head on each upward stroke. My hands are wrapped in your hair as I follow your head moving up and down. You are incredible. Your mouth feels so good, and I am so turned on by what I witnessed before, that I am just not sure how long I can hold out.

I am right on the brink of orgasm when Davis walks back into the room. I can see him very well and I know you can see him out of the corner of your eye. He hasn’t bothered to put any clothes on. He watches you on your knees for a short minute and then he walks toward us.

You moan around my cock when Davis runs his hand over your still open sex. You groan and squeeze my thighs when he penetrates you with one long, black finger. You gasp and your mouth comes completely off of me when he drives three fingers into your pussy. He continues thrusting his fingers into you and you take me into your mouth once again.

Davis opens his other hand and I know that the time has finally come for you to finish paying off your bet. It’s a small tube of KY jelly, unopened. He pulls his fingers out of you – you cry out again, this time with a cute, but whiny “Nooooo!” He opens the tube and squeezes a small amount down the crack of your ass. He begins running his fingers up and down your bottom. You continue to bob up and down on my cock, never slowing.

Davis slides his first finger into your upturned bottom and you moan. You push your ass out, attempting to capture more. He doesn’t make you wait long. He adds a second and then a third. He moves his fingers in and out of your bottom, attempting to open you up enough to take his huge cock. I can tell that it’s getting harder and harder for you to concentrate on me. Finally, you moan and your mouth comes completely off of me. You squeeze my legs as you lay your head on my thigh, totally lost in the moment.

I maneuver around and I see that Davis has all three of his fingers in your bottom up to the knuckles on his hand. Each time he drives them into you, he tries to open and close his fingers, stretching you even further. I can tell that you can certainly take me back there, but I am not so sure that you can ever fit him.

But he is. He uses his free hand and grabs you by your hair. He pulls you up from your knees and begins pushing you toward the bed. “Sorry,” he says, “but someone needs to pay off a bet.” His fingers are still in your ass as he leans you over the bed. You are on your tiptoes as he pushed you across the room, one hand entwined in your hair and the other hand with three fingers buried in your bottom. As you lean over the bead, he moves his fingers in and out of you even faster. He finally pulls his fingers out of you and places his hand on the small of your back. He begins spanking you – hard – with his other hand (pic Spanked). There is no warning… no warm up. Your bottom has to be on fire. Two weeks earlier he had spanked you to the verge of tears. This time, I think he is going to go beyond that, and I am right. You try and crawl up on the bed to get away from his spanking hand, but he grabs your arm and pulls it behind you. He keeps up his relentless assault on your ass. Your butt isn’t red anymore, it’s crimmister. And there is no doubt that it hurts. I can see the tears running down your cheeks as your other hand drops behind you and you try and shield your bottom from his blows.

Davis simply grabs your other hand and directs it to your cheek. He positions the hand he is holding on your other cheek and then he directs you to hold them apart. As you do, I can clearly see your beautiful, unspoiled bottom. He rubs a little of the KY on his massive black cock and places it at the entrance to your bottom. “First I’m going to take your ass,’ he sys. “And then, you’re going to give it to me.”

With that, he starts pushing forward. I see his cock disappear into your little white behind, inch by inch. With every inch, you hold your cheeks even further apart (pic Back Door Entry). As he gets just past halfway in, he reverses course and begins to pull out. He leaves just the tip in and then quickly slides his cock almost three quarters of the way back in you. You gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Davis begins fucking you again.

He starts out very slowly as you get used to his length and his girth. You moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain on every down stroke. But, you keep your hands in position, holding your bottom open for him. Your delicate hands and fire engine red fingernails look so small and delicate next to his massive appendage. I am amazed every time he pushes in. Your tiny anus can barely contain him. You are stretched more than I ever thought possible.

He moves in and out of your bottom quickly. Every time he thrusts in to you let out a little scream (pic Forced Again). I can tell, though, that the more you get used to it, the more you like it. You start pushing back to meet his strokes, just as you had done earlier. I tear my eyes away from your bottom and I can see the look on your face that I have seen so many times before. You are on the verge of an orgasm. You are extremely close and are concentrating hard on allowing another wave of sexual pleasure to wash over you (pic Blonde in White).

As I study your beautiful face, your eyes suddenly fly open and you yell “NOOOOO!” It was much louder and more insistent than before. And then I see the reamister why. Davis has pulled completely out of your bottom and is positioning himself on his back on the bed. You don’t move for a minute, but actually remain bent over the bed, your hands holding your bright red bottom open for a lover who is no longer there. You look so incredibly sexy and slutty bent over that way. You are so amazingly erotic! I want to run over and finish what he has started. But, apparently Davis isn’t finished with you yet.

After he gets settled, he pulls you toward him on the bed. You crawl up on the mattress and put one foot on either side of Davis’ legs. Without waiting, you bend your knees and squat down. You reach around behind you and grab his cock in your hand. You bend your knees even further and placed the head of his penis against your anus. Your bottom, open from his earlier ministrations, offered little resistance as you slide down his cock. The first time down you take more than half of it in your behind (pic Backdoor Man). You bite your lip and start moving your bottom up and down his shaft. I can see the strain in your thighs as you move up. When you reached the top, with his cock head just barely inside you, you bend your knees and slide your bottom back down his massive pole. You take even more of him in you the second time and even more the third. As I watch you bob your perfect butt up and down on another man’s cock, I suddenly realize what Davis meant earlier. When he bent you over the bed, he “took” your bottom. But now, you were crouching over him, seemingly controlling everything that is going on. You are “giving” your bottom to him.

You start moving faster and faster, your bottom rising up more quickly each time. You are sweating from the exertion. Davis snakes his hand and places them between your thighs. He runs his fingers up and down between your legs. His fingers penetrate you and he begins driving two fingers in you. Within seconds, you begin to come. Your first orgasm is intense. You throw your head back and whip your blonde hair through the air, but you don’t stop moving up and down. Through your first two orgasms, you continue riding Davis hard cock without stopping.

The second one, however, seems to have taken a little out of you. You slow down, like you are tired. Davis must have felt it, because he pulls his fingers out of you and places his hands under your legs for support. He whispers to you and you lean back on him. As you do, he lifts you up and your legs are no longer supporting your weight. He begins moving you up and down on his cock. And that’s when it happens. Because you aren’t controlling it, and your legs were no longer supporting your body, you can’t stop when Davis lowers you all the way down onto his cock (pic Reverse Cowgirl). I sit in stunned silence as every bit of his cock disappears into your magnificent bottom.

You cry out and your third orgasm hits. This one slides directly from one into the other and then into another. I lose count after you pass the first three. Davis continues to thrust into you from below. He pulls you off of his cock while you are still leaning back on him and his cock slides out of you. Your poor bottom is so stretched that it offers little resistance when he goes right back in. You open your eyes and you make eye contact with me. Davis pulls out of you again as we stare at each other and goes out of his way to show me your used bottom. You come again as you slide back down his cock.

Finally, your moans slow and Davis takes the opportunity to flip you off his cock and onto the bed next to him. He simply rolls over from there, places your legs over his shoulders, and enters you. In one thrust, he is all the way in you. He begins fucking your ass hard, pulling all the way out and then driving it all the way back in (pic Over his Shoulders). Your breasts move every time he slams up against you (pic Prelude to a Kiss).

ou orgasm yet again and Davis finally reaches the end of his rope. His thrusts get shorter and jerkier. After one final hard thrust, he pulls out and quickly crawls up to the top of the bed. He grabs your hair and he begins to jerk his cock. His cum shoots out and hits you on the face one more time. He spurts over and over, hitting your mouth, nose and hair. As he finishes, he sighs a contented sigh, and grins a malevolent grin. He leans down and whispers something in your ear, and you give a tired laugh. Davis kisses you lightly on the cheek and then hops off of the bed. He nods to me and then walks out of the room.

I don’t move, stunned at everything I have just witnessed. You lay there for just a minute and then you look over at me and smile. You motion me to the bed. I lay down behind you and press my body up next to yours. You reach around behind you and you find my still hard cock with your hand. You guide my cock to your bottom, and then you push your hips back onto me.

Your bottom is so hot. I slide all the way in you with one thrust. You moan and wiggle your hips on me. I begin the slowly thrust in and out. You take my other hand and place it on your sex. Very softly, I rub my fingers through your lips and over your clitoris. I start making small circles around your clit as I continue in your bottom. Your breath gets shorter just as mine does. I continue to stroke you and you buttery softness continues to envelope me. I sink my teeth into your shoulder and we both begin to cum. Your orgasm is soft and sweet. With one final thrust, I shoot copious amounts of pent up sperm into your welcoming behind.

More Pics from Chapter 7

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