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THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf


CHAPTER 16~ MY BROTHER'S KEEPER



Part I ~ Coitus Interruptus

"What gracious womb gave life unto My Master's gentle heart?
Then fed him truths from breasts so filled with nature's kindest feast,
He could but walk in paths of passion, honor , greatness set apart,
Demanding love, his rod of iron, to tame his slave's unworthy beast!"
Canto 29 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux
Posthumous

The next morning my Master awoke with his manhood stiff as a
battering ram and knocking at my back door. I excused myself and ran
to the shower to quickly clean myself. I returned to his bed but he
managed to drift back to sleep. As I lay down beside him he was awake
again.

"May I pleasure my Master this morning, Sir?"

"What did you have in mind, slave?"

"Fucking you, Sir?" His face slowly got this wry smile.

"Fucking me, slave?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"No disrespect intended, Sir, it's not what you think. I would humbly
request permission to mount you and fuck you with my ass, Sir." He
looked at me with a changed heart.

"That was a trust test, wasn't it, Son?"

"Not in the least, Sir, it's more like a smart ass slave-boy yanking your
chain in hopes I could give you something new."

"You don't want to risk having your Master work you over for yanking
his chain, do you?"

"If I really please you, Sir, may I still be punished?" Master roared with
laughter.

"I've heard that's how you got your ass worked over by Dad Beryl in the
desert."

"Yes, Sir." I replied quietly.

"I'll consider working you over, slave, but let's not confuse it with
punishment. Because, when I really do need to punish you, and I will, it
won't be enjoyable. You won't ask for seconds. It will be for correction,
not sexual stimulus. Did you feel Master Beryl was punishing you?"

"Oh, God, no, Sir! Some folks might look at it that way but it's hard for
me to think of it as punishment when I wanted as badly as he needed to
give. After he cut me down and took me it was as if we joined as one.
He took me as his son. I felt I became his son. I'm not slighting my
bond with 'dad' at work. It's just different. The relationships were
arrived at differently. I'm beginning to believe a man may have many
fathers and more than one 'Master' but each will be unique. I guess
what I'm seeking is a closer bond with you. I want to feel with you what
I felt with Master Beryl. Is that wrong of me?"

"Not when you explain yourself in that clear a manner. As your Master
I'll set parameters from time to time for your benefit as well as for my
control. Since I understand what you're getting at I will assure you we'll
have many times of close bonding. You've asked for my trust, now give
me yours. I'll take you there when I feel it's time for us. In the
meantime your first objective should be to please your Master and not to
manipulate him."

"You're right, Master, and I apologize. That's exactly what I was doing
and I was wrong. I meant it to be humorous and well met but I now see
it was manipulative. I'm sorry. I trust you. I'll not play that game
again."

"Lighten up, Son, no harm done. Consider it part of your training. It
doesn't mean I love or think any less of you."

"Then please, Master, may I give you pleasure?"

"Gimme' a kiss first. Get the hurt out of your mind." I kissed him and he
enfolded me in his big arms and held me to assure me he was in control
and for me to feel comfortable.

"May I have permission to mount your horse, Master?"

"Permission granted, slave." I spread saliva all over his huge cock and
sucked on the head for a bit. Then I positioned my ass with his huge
head firm against my back door.

I reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks and sank to the
base in one swift plunge. It took his breath away.

"Holy B'Jesus, slave! Nice mount. If the rest is as good, I promise you a
bonding experience soon." I started with some general riding but very
smooth. I'd been fucked enough by my Cadillac that I knew this was
going to have to be a different ride. He was not an untamed bronco that I
only had an eight second buzzer to meet. I had time to build up and shift
gears to ride my Cadillac up the hill.

I could ride in comfort and style and proceeded to do so. Damn, he felt
good inside me. I held my right hand tight against my belly pulling
inward to feel the huge head of his dick as it passed my hand. He felt it
to and moved his hips in an upward thrust to help get a little more of the
good stuff. I wanted this to be memorable for him as well as good for
me whether he allowed me to come or not.

"May your slave get his, too, Master?"

"I'll trust you to be the judge of that, slave, if your satisfied that you've
pleasured your Master first."

"Thank you, Sir." I returned my attention to what I was doing. I closed
my eyes and began to shift gears knowing approximately the good
stroking rhythm my Master liked to use to get himself to start to climb
the hill. I opened my eyes just long enough to see it was having its effect
and once again shifted gears.

I shortened my stroke and was slamming my ass hard against the base of
his horse. He began to moan. His eyes were closed and his head was
moving from side to side. I felt more blood rushing to his all ready
engorged cock. Once again I shifted gears very smoothly and knew I
had him as he began to raise his hips off the bed to meet my thrust.

I was holding on by a thread when I felt his flow begin. My sphincter
began to try to bite his dick off. I shot three feet in the air to land on his
chest as he held me in the air with his back arched. I lifted almost off of
him and slammed back again to meet his arched base as he filled me the
second time and we repeated once more.

He got the last of me onto his handsome chest. We relaxed. Collapsed. I
fell on top of him, spent and happy. All of a sudden, all hell broke loose
with applause, whistles and cat calls.

"Well done, slave!"

"Good job."

"Great performance."

"Me next."

Master and I turned and there was the entire peanut gallery. They
sneaked in the room while we were in the throws of passion and unaware
of their presence. They witness the final moments of our union. It hardly
phased Master as he put his arms around me and kissed me.

"Just go with it." he whispered then returned to kissing me passionately.
I sat back with his big dick still in me. The crowd was rowdy and
enthusiastic. They all gathered around and Allen jumped on the bed.

"Oh, Beau, you were great. You came without touching yourself. That
was wonderful. How did it feel, Master Earl?" My Master laughed and
rolled his eyes back in his head.

"See, my slave, you leave your bedroom door open and see what
happens?"

"It wasn't open, I opened it." Laughed Big Beryl. "We wanted to watch
and I'm glad we did. How 'bout you guys?" They all agreed.

"Isn't this carrying the family thing a little far, Gentlemen?"

"Gosh, I don't think so, Master Earl," said Dirk smiling. "look what it
did for me." His old cock was sticking straight out. "I guess I'm not as
straight as I use to be." He chuckled.

"Your dick is." Observed Blaine. I took another couple of strokes on my
Master's good dick. He looked at me and winked.

"Damn, that's some fine ass fucking, Son." They all went nuts
applauding and laughing again.

"Come on, Oscar, let's go start breakfast." Billy said to Oscar.

"I'll help." said Blaine as he got off the bed. He came around and gave
me a kiss and a hug.

"Looked good to me, Hero. Teach me to do that for my old man?"

"With my good Master's permission."

Allen threw his arms around my neck.

"You were great, Beau. I know how good that big thing feels. I'm so
happy he's got you." He kissed me and was away with the others to fix
breakfast. Dirk came around the side of the bed and Beryl was sitting on
the other side. He just wanted get a better view. Master winked at me as
he read my mind.

"May I kiss it, Master Dirk?" He got a funny smile on his face and
moved a little closer as he held his massive cock in one hand. I gently
kissed the head and ran my tongue in his piss slit. Then I ran my tongue
around and under his foreskin and cleaned it. I finished by kissing it
again.

"Damn, that was fine, slave, gimme' a kiss." He threw his big hairy
arms around me and pulled me half way off my Master's cock, kissed me
passionately then dropped me to slam back down on Master's dick.

"Thank you, Master Dirk, for all three."

"My pleasure, Son, my pleasure." He laughed. He left to get dressed or
check on Allen.

"They all love you guys." said Big Beryl. "I have to include myself in
that, too." He said sheepishly.

"You know we love you, too, Beryl." Master Earl told him. "Give me
another couple strokes, Son." I complied and made them good ones.

"Holy shit!" Said Big Beryl.

"You want to fill him up, too, Beryl? You got another ride in you,
Son?"

"For my Dad? Absolutely Master, with your approval."

"I get to watch and coach. What about it, Beryl?"

"Son of a bitch, I've been wanting to have him do that to me. Haven't I,
Beau?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Earl, he asked me if I would ride him sometime."

"Well, pull off me, boy, and let your dad in the saddle." He kissed me
and I pulled off of his dick. Master Beryl was under me in a minute. I
started lathering him up and got him good and slick.

"You won't be able to mount this old man like you did me, Son." Said
Master Earl.

"I'll take that bet, Earl!" Master Beryl said. I positioned myself over him
with his huge mushroom head lodged at my back door.

"Go for it, Son, show your Master what you can do."

"You got it, Dad." I took the whole thing to the base in one lunge. This
one took my breath away. Wooah! The old man filled me up. Master
Earl stretched out on the bed along side of us. Big Beryl looked over at
Earl.
"Earl, Honey, you got yourself a prize here. Sweet Baby, that feels so
damn good up there." Master Earl laughed at Big Beryl's pleasure.

"I'm proud of the little shit. He's got my heart locked up six ways from
Sunday. You give him a good ride, slave, hear?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Earl." I started

"Beau, Honey, do you mind if Blaine watches? You know what we
talked about?"

"If my Master approves, Dad." Big Beryl looked at Earl.

"I'll get him!" Said Master Earl. He went to the door and motioned for
Blaine to come to the door. "Your Master wants you." Blaine entered
the room and saw what was going on and got the biggest smile on his
face.

"I want you to watch, Honey. Get some ideas. I'm gonna' start training
you to fuck me this way."

"Yes, Dad." He didn't say anymore but sat on the floor next to the bed.
Master locked both doors but there came a knock on the other door.
Master went to the door and let Big Dirk in.

"You wanna' watch my slave ride the big one?" He asked Dirk.

"Hell, yes!" said Big Dirk and he sat down by Blaine and put his big
hairy arm around him. I started my ride slowly and purposely with Big
Beryl beginning to make some low moaning sounds. I could feel the
lowest bass tones vibrating up his long pole like he was a battery
operated rubber husband.

I didn't know exactly how I was gonna' pull this off with Big Beryl but
remembered enough about the couple of fucks he threw in me in the
desert that he was similar to Big Jim. He liked to fuck an ass until there
was absolutely no resistance to his big cock and he could feel the
conquest of taking what he needed. What he demanded.

Those few special moments like getting down to the heart of an
artichoke. You've worked every leaf, raked larger and larger leaves over
your teeth and suddenly, there you are, unexpectedly, at the heart, it
gives itself up to you in a moment of discovery, the final few thrusts into
your mouth, the orgasm of the fruit. You've worked faithfully and hard
for a moments feed. So it is with sex.

That's why smart men take slaves to do the work for them. I began to
take longer strokes on his tent pole with gradually increasing speed. Big
Beryl's eyes were closed but I could tell he was getting close as his big
full face was beginning to look flushed with blood and his breathing was
becoming shorter. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Dirk take
Blaine's hand and placed it around his rock hard dick.

Blaine got this knowing smile on his face and whispered something to
Big Dirk who nodded approval. Master Earl didn't miss what was going
on and gave up his place beside Big Beryl for Blaine and Dirk. Blaine
lay on his back and Big Dirk gently climbed on top as Blaine guided
Dirk's massive dick into his man-cunt.

Big Beryl was oblivious to what was going on. His animal was in it's rut
and could care less. He was beginning to shake from the hard, swift
strokes I was taking and the motion of big Dirk plowing my Bro's red
earth was making me almost to hot to control my shot.

Then it happened, Master Beryl started yelling his chant to God and all
that was holy, arching his back to my hardest thrust, exploded deep in
my hole combining his come with my Master's heavy load. I could feel
him shoot, shoot and shoot again. I began to milk his big dick with my
ass sucking as much of his man come out as I could get while he
continued to moan and move under me.

About that time the great bear next to me unloaded a huge wad of bear
seed in my handsome brother's pussy. Blaine got his right at the same
time as I watched his eyes roll back in his head and he pulled the Bear
deeper into him so he could get the best of the monster stroking his
inverted cock to climax.

I shot at the same time Blaine got his. It was so hot and Big Beryl
laughed to see more ropes of my slave come landing all over his big
hairy chest. I collapsed on top of him and it was Master Earl's turn to
have the last laugh as he applauded both parties. Big Beryl was kissing
me on top of my head as I began to thank him for allowing his slave son
to pleasure him and how honored I was to have his come inside me.

I could hear Blaine softly telling Big Dirk similar thanks. Then Big Dirk
kissed Blaine quite passionately. He turned to Master Beryl.

"Please forgive us, Master Beryl, for not asking permission but you
looked like you had just stepped through the gates of heaven."

"Did he give you a good fuck, Son?"Big Beryl asked Dirk.

"God, yes, Sir, I have to admit I've been wanting to get into Blaine for
several years now and he was every bit as good as I imagined. Beau,
you really turned us both on. I'm gonna' buy a ticket from your Master
for a ride in the future if I can talk him into it. I know your Master has
found the right slave, Son."

"Well, once more I'm amazed." said my Master as he hugged me and
kissed me. "Okay, you two slaves get in the shower. The guys are
gonna' have breakfast ready in a minute and we haven't done anything
to help them." Blaine and I padded off to the shower. I locked the
bathroom door behind us.

"I saw that!" said Blaine. "And, I know why you did it."

"Okay! Okay, you've got my number but I just have to taste it." He
threw his head back and laughed at me.

"Damn it, I wanted to taste it, too. I've always wondered what bear
come would taste like?"

"Well, let me suck it out and we'll share it."

"Now that's what I call cooperation, my hero, and that name was never
more apt than now. You better hurry. It's starting to come down the
chute." I got on my knees and started receiving Big Dirk's come in my
mouth, lapping it with my tongue. When I had a good bit of it in my
mouth I stood and kissed Blaine transferring approximately half of it to
him.

"Damn, that's not bad." Said Blaine

"Yeah, it's sweeter than most I've tasted but it has a nice robust after
taste. Almost like you would imagine a wild animal would taste."

"There's more coming down, I want another shot."

"Me, too." I collected another bigger mouth full this time and shared it
with my Bro. We were like two wine buyers in Napa sampling the latest
vintage. We laughed at our silliness and then got in the shower. Blaine
held me, I held him and for no reason we both started crying. We
weren't unhappy. It just hit us at the same time how lucky we were to be
alive, together and enjoying each other. I truly felt like he had become
my brother and would remain so for the rest of our lives. I was glad we
had found each other.

"I love you so much, Blaine." He sobbed deeply as I held him tight.

"I'm not easy to love, I know you mean it and it's like gold to me, my
little brother. Like Breed, how can I ever thank you for my life? How
can I ever tell you how much you mean to me."

"If I hadn't found you, what I did to get you guys out of those cages
would have remained repressed memories and never would have
understood the importance of it. I think I know what you're feeling. If I
couldn't, who could? I will have to say, as I watched Dirk fucking you,
I wanted to be you. That was so fucking hot. Think dad would ever let
me try you again?"

"Are you kidding? You have a Blaine cunt gold card; anytime,
anywhere. He and I have all ready talked about it. If it helps you
resolve some things and whether you might want yourself reassigned it's
here for you."

"Gees! That's special! Tell me, how was Big Dirk? Did it feel like you
had a bear inside you?"

"Well, there's no fuck better than my old man. You should know."


"He's pretty fucking awesome, Bro!" I agreed with Blaine.

"I knew the first night he got that huge thing in me I would be a slave to
that piece of meat for the rest of my life but Big Dirk was not to damn
shabby. He was one of the only men other than dad that's come close to
filling me up. He's fatter than dad and sure set me off when my inverted
cock started to swell inside."

"Listen to us. We're talking like two old whores."

"Well....?" Said Blaine and we both were laughing as a knock came on
the door. I opened it and Master Earl came in to bathroom.

"Breakfast is almost ready guys. I'll be out in a minute slave. Get your
collar and plug ready for me."

"Yes, Master."



Part II ~ The Good Shepherd

And when the good shepherd had gathered together the flock he
discovered that one was missing. He left the Ninety and Nine and went
into the wilderness to find the one that had strayed.~
A parable of Jesus Christ~

There was still things that needed to be done to get breakfast for
everyone. Oscar ran the kitchen like an Army General and didn't submit
to any Master who dared try to cross into no man's land, as Oscar
deemed the kitchen area. Allen and Billy were busy getting food together
under Oscar's watchful eye. He was like a conductor of a symphony
orchestra. Never missed a cue and everyone played together. Loudly!

Everyone was in great spirits as we sat down on the patio to eat. No one
bothered to dress. It was late in the morning and everyone was finishing
their coffee when the engine of a Harley stopped in the car port of
Master's house. I was helping Allen and Billy clean up the dishes in the
kitchen. Master Earl was in the kitchen with us and opened the door to
the car port.

I couldn't recognize the riders until the driver took his helmet off. My
God! It was Sam. In full leather. Was he hot? Son of a bitch! My boss
transformed into a vision of masculine biker pulchritude. From now
own, when I called him "Master Sam" it would be with a greater respect.
I was prepared to start now. The man behind him was an incredibly
handsome Japanese man with a close cut flat top. He obviously worked
out and was in top condition.

"Sam! Yoshie!" Master Earl held his arms out to both. Sam hugged,
slapped Master Earl on the back and kissed him on the neck. Yoshie
dropped to his knees and kissed Master Earl's boots. Master earl gave
him his hand, Yoshie took it and kissed the back then put it to his
forehead in the ritual manner.

"Rise, slave Yoshie and let us share love." Yoshie jumped up and threw
his arms around Master Earl and gave him a big kiss. "Yoshie! It's so
good to see you again. I'm sorry I haven't had to two of you over sooner
but it's so good to see you now. I promise it won't be so long next time."

"We understand, Master Earl, It's so good to see you again."

"Come in, come in, you're more than welcome."

I feel to my knees in front of Master Sam and kissed both his boots. I
found his hand and smiled as I kissed it and placed it to my forehead.

"Get up here, Tiger, you handsome devil and show your Master and
boss your love." I didn't hesitate. The first time I ever kissed my boss
and I wasn't going to hold back. He didn't either as Yoshie giggled.
"Beau, I'd like you to meet my slave-boy and love of my life, Yoshie.
Yoshie, this is the young man that you have heard about now for over
three years." I held Yoshie at arms length looking at him and he was
smiling real big at me.

God, Master Sam, you never told me your nephew was such a stunningly
handsome man." Yoshie threw his arms around my neck and kissed me.

"I've wanted to meet you for a long time, Beau, but dad here just wasn't
sure if you were one of us."

"I told him if there was anyone in my life I would suspect being a Master
it would be him. Sure enough, I was delightfully surprised. Come in and
welcome to the both of you."

"Beau, would you show Yoshie where he could get undressed?"

"Certainly, Master Sam, you may want to later. Everyone's in the raw."

"Later then, Son."

"Yes, Sir, Master, come Yoshie." I took Yoshie to our bedroom and
drew the blinds to the patio for some privacy.

"Would you mind waiting for me Beau and we'll go out together? It's a
little easier for me if I'm with someone."

"I don't mind at all Yoshie and I certainly understand. It's been a little
hard for me to get use to parading nude in front of everyone. Everyone
out there is nude at the moment. I hope we're not too scarey for you."
Yoshie laughed.

When Yoshie took his clothes off and turned around to face me I know I
registered a look of shock. His body was perfect. I thought oriental men
had small dicks? Not this oriental man! Yoshie was impressive.

He was bigger than me and perfectly formed. You could see every
muscle in his abdomen and pectoral muscles. Enough to make Billy cry
in his prime. He saw my admiration and smiled as he held out his arms to
me. He didn't have to ask twice and I was holding him.

"Goddamn, Yoshie, you are a fucking beautiful man."

"You ain't so bad yourself, Beau. Dad comes home and tells me another
Beau and Jake story every day and has us both in stitches. Tells me it's
all he can do to keep from going around your bay and playing with your
plug with his boot." We both laughed. "He thinks the world of you,
Beau, and would go to the wall for you."

"He all ready has, Yoshie."

"Beau, you've gotta' tell me later about Jake. I think he is the sexiest
devil I've seen in a long time. To think, my brother slave is getting to
ride that Italian stallion. Woooah! Makes me weak in the knees." We
roared with laughter.

"You got it love, tell you anything you want to know. Jake is a love."

"Oh, and thanks Beau."

"What for?" Yoshie turned around and bent slightly so I could see his
ass. He was wearing a new plug exactly the same size as mine. Again
we fell out laughing, "Wait here and I'll get your Master. My boss-man
Master." We laughed as I walked away to get Sam.

Master Earl got Sam a cup of coffee and led him to the patio.

"Son of a bitch, Sam Jenkins." Master Beryl yelled. Blaine jumped up
to follow his Master. "How long has it been, Sam? Three, four years?"

"Almost four years, I'd guess, you old reprobate. Give me a hug."

"Give you more than that." Master Beryl laughed and kissed him as
well. "We've missed you. You better have a damn good reason for
ignoring us." He laughed.

"I think I do, Beryl." Blaine dropped in front of him and went through
the Master/slave ritual.

"God, Master Sam, it's so damn good to see you again and you look
great. You've been working out.

"Thanks for noticing, Blaine. I've had too to keep up with my new slave.

"New slave?" Beryl and Blaine asked together. "Where is he?"


"Beau took him to get undressed. He'll be out in a minute. I walked to
the sliding doors and motioned to Master Sam to follow me.

"Excuse me gentlemen and I'll fetch my new slave for you to meet. I led
Sam into our bedroom and Yoshie was ready with collar and leash.

"You ready, Son? Yoshie fell to his knees and kissed each of Sam's big
boots gently and lovingly. I got a big lump in my throat. When he kissed
Sam's hand, his Master spoke gently.

"Rise...." He looked deep into his handsome slave's dark brown eyes and
spoke softly. "I love you so much and I'm very proud of you."

"I love you, too, Master and I'll walk behind you with the pride I feel in
being your possession."

I followed them to the patio as Master Sam led his gorgeous slave,
Yoshie, on his leash. More than one mouth dropped to the patio deck.
The old man and Blaine broke down in tears of joy and took several
minutes to compose themselves. Then they were all over Yoshie. Fuck
rituals! The lost lamb had been found. There was not a dry eye on the
deck including the big, rough, tough, bear.

Allen had to get him several napkins to wipe his eyes and runny snout.
Everyone was hugging Sam and Yoshie. It was like two long lost family
members had finally come home and everyone was ready to kill the
fatted calf. They were family in the truest sense of the word. They had
returned to the fold.

The old man, the good shepherd, felt his heart was at peace. A resolve of
a long held emotional doubt like the final three/five chord resolve of a
Bach chorus that finally nails the dominant to the soul. The resolution of
peace to the soul that has brought more than one non-believer to their
knees. Some to asked, "Was there a God before Bach? Did God created
Bach or did Bach reinvent God?"

"Sam, my friend, my brother. If I tried to consider a Master for Yoshie, I
couldn't have come up with someone better than you. I'm thrilled and
had no idea. Did you Blaine?"

"No Dad, never crossed my mind. I agree! Master Sam is the best,
Yoshie. You always have been a fine looking brother slave but you
lucked out when you caught Master Sam's eye." Yoshie smiled at Blaine
and nodded his agreement.

"You're finishing med school, Yoshie?" Big Beryl asked him.

"Yes, Master Beryl, I have three months of school and then I enter
Queen of Angels intern program."

"Damn, Yoshie, we're so proud of you. I don't need to ask if you're
happy." Yoshie threw his arms around the old man and kissed him hard.

"Does that tell you, my good hearted Master?" Old Beryl started crying
again and Yoshie held him tight.

"Thank you, Son, Blaine and I hoped we did the right thing."

"You did! You did and I have the two of you to thank for my
happiness." He reached over and grabbed Blaine and pulled him to the
both of them.

"I always wondered what it would be like to have a good, kind, and
loving Master. I saw you and Blaine and was so heart sick that I couldn't
have what you shared. It was because of your love for each other I
found the strength to walk away from Breed. I was so much in love with
him, I wouldn't have had the strength by myself. You helped me see that
the situation could have been fatal for me."

"I kept telling Dad we did the right thing but he's never felt quite right
about the situation. Breed wanted you to know he knows it wasn't your
fault. He still loves you. I know you still love him but you have a much
better life with Master Sam. Put the past behind you. Breed is on the
road to recovery thanks to Dad, me and most of all Beau."

Blaine went on to explain the epiphany that Breed experienced with
Beau. Yoshie was agog. He seemed relieved that Breed found some
peace and wished him well. Yoshie's new found happiness with Master
Sam had no room for hatred for Breed or the past.

"Breed left last Monday on an Ace of Clubs run to the Nevada's and is
planning to go on several other runs after that. He's on the rode to find
himself and I think he will. Blaine and I go over to his place every day
to check on things. He has a buddy he's known from several other runs
and they're riding together.

I think Breed has strong feelings for this man but he's a rough and
rugged hard charging Master. You think Breed was mean. This guy
makes Breed look like Mother Theresa. He doesn't say much but when
he does he means it and it's not to be questioned. Nobody knows what
the guys real name is but everyone calls him Captain Nemo.

I doubt seriously Breed would ever sub for him. Maybe that's what he
needs, to learn what being a slave is all about?" We all laughed at Big
Beryl's estimation. "Sam, don't stay away any more. We can work
around Breed. Besides, he's changed a lot and is so embarrassed by
what he did he's making real efforts to make amends. He's been in
therapy for almost two years now. I wouldn't let him do anything to you
or Yoshie."

"We'll be more available. Especially since Yoshie won't have quite the
hectic schedule he did going to school. He worked his ass off and got
through med school in record time. With a 4.0 grade average, I might
add. I thought you'd like a doctor in the family, old man."

"We just want the two of you back in our lives. We've missed you both,
and I agree, you had a damn good reason to stay away. We love you for
it."

The doorbell rang and I went to answer. I looked out the peep hole and
saw it was a fine looking older man that I didn't recognize. I opened the
door wide with no thought to being nude. The gentleman looked me up
and down and smiled a bright smile.

"You must be Beau."

"Yes, Master, I am, won't you please come in and I'll get my Master.
May I give him your name, Sir?"

"Certainly, Son, I'm Bertram Dundee." About that time Master Earl
walked into the living room.

"Master Earl, may I present Master Bertram Dundee. Master Dundee
this is my good Master, Earl D. Shaw." The two men shook hands and
Master Earl placed his hand upon the big man's shoulder and spoke.

"Welcome to our home, good Master. Our hearts are gladdened by your
presence."

"I thank you good Master and this Master comes with peace and love
and offers good fortune to those who dwell here in."

"Master Dundee, may I present my slave, Beau. Beau?" Master
snapped his fingers and I fell to Master Dundee feet and kissed his boots
in ritual. He held his hand for me and I kissed it then put it to my
forehead.

"Come to me, my young, well mannered slave and show me love." I
threw my arms around his neck and he surprised me by meeting my lips
and kissing me dead on. It was a good kiss, too.

"Oscar's on the patio." said Master Earl.

"Beau, will you get him for Master Dundee?"

"Please gentlemen, Master Bert will do fine."

Certainly, Master Bert." I left to get Oscar. I whispered to Oscar that his
potential new Master was here. Then I quietly chastised him.

"Why the Hell didn't you tell us he's that damn good looking?" Oscar
just chortled as he moved quickly to the living room with Billy on his
heels. Getting a better look at Master Bert as Oscar and Billy paid their
respects I was impressed by his size and physical condition of the big
man. He wore levis, a finely made heavy leather vest and a beautiful
heavy pair of biker boots. He had a full beard and mustache much like
Master Jeb's. Master Earl got him a cup of coffee and we all headed for
the patio.

"Master Bert!" Big Beryl hollered to Bert. The two big men hugged and
kissed each other and Blaine fell in front of him for his ritual. Master
Bert hugged and kissed Blaine and began to meet everyone else. Master
Earl grabbed me by the arm and led me back into the house as three
more Harley's arrived on Master Earl's car port.

These three had to park on the small siding next to his car port. Master
Earl went out to greet the riders Big Jim , Master Jeb and two more
people I hadn't met. I assumed they were Master Earl's friend Master
Claymore and his slave. I remained in the kitchen with no clothes on as
Master had asked me to start getting food ready for the afternoon.

I greeted Master Jeb and Master Claymore in the kitchen. Master
Claymore was about my size and age with a fine cut beard and
moustache. He was ruggedly handsome and built like a fire plug.
Sturdy, utilitarian, and close to the ground. He had a thick neck and a
ruddy complection like he might have been of Scottish descent.

His slave, Zane, was a smaller version except his body was more finely
developed. He could have been a competition body builder. Master Earl
took over and showed Master Claymore to the patio to introduce him
around. He relegated Billy to show Zane where he might remove his
clothes.

The last to enter with an arm full of chips and beer was my other love,
my giant. We had a few minutes alone in the kitchen where I gratefully
fell to my knees to get a good taste of his big boots. I kissed his hand but
he didn't wait for me to complete the ritual. He grabbed me up to him
with my one hand as his other big arm went around my waist.

He lifted me off the floor looked me in the eyes and slowly lowered me
to his waiting lips. I was resting on his massive chest drinking in his
love and he mine. One hand was on one of my butt cheeks and he gently
moved it over until he could play with my plug as he kissed me further.
Master Earl walked back in the kitchen.

"Huh, have you two met?" He asked innocently. We both laughed. I
was embarrassed. Big Jim set me down as old swinger stood straight up
rock hard. My Master didn't miss it either. Big Jim grabbed Master Earl.

"Prepare yourself, Master, I'm gonna' do something I've wanted to do
for a long time." Then he gently but forcefully kissed Master Earl. I
was surprised Master Earl kissed him back with equal passion.

"Thank you Master Jim, I needed that right now." We all laughed again.

"Thank's for inviting me, Earl, I'm looking forward to the afternoon.
Is there anything I can do to help?"


"Well, I think we have enough people getting stuff ready but later if you
want to man the barbeque you may. Nobody's gonna' argue with a cook
your size."

"Great, just let me know." Master Earl got Big Jim a beer and took him
out to the patio to introduce him to those he didn't know. He grabbed
Billy and Blaine to help in the kitchen. He showed them what to do then
led me off by my leash to our bedroom. He closed the door after us. He
put his arms around me and hugged me. I hugged him back.

"Is everything all right, Master?"

"Couldn't be better, slave, I just needed to feel close to my boy for a
minute."

"Damn, that's sweet, Master. Can your boy please have a kiss?" He
didn't say a word but gave me the best kiss he ever had since we'd met. I
felt the love in the man's entire soul come through and I drank it in like a
man who had been deprived of water for five days.

"Beau, I want to say something to you."

"Yes, Master?"

"I appreciate you being honest with me about Big Jim. It would be
harder for me if you hadn't but because you were honest with me I have
no problem with your love for him or his for you. In fact, I'm just a little
proud of it because I know if I need someone to leave you with that
would truly care for you, it will be Big Jim and Master Jeb and, of
course, the old man and Blaine." He chuckled, "I don't know about that
though. The two of you teaming up against that poor old man, I shudder
to think."

"Don't kid yourself, Master, that old man could handle us with one hand
behind his back." We both fell out laughing. About that time the door
slowly opened and the old man's head peaked through. Master Earl and
I started laughing all over again and poor Beryl was mystified.

"Come on you two. Time to party. Lots of time for intimacy later. Oh
by the way, Beau, can I have just a little before we go?" What a clown.
I hugged him and we walked out to the kitchen laughing. Big Beryl
looked like an elephant with a misplaced trunk. I got back to the kitchen
and resumed my job. Dirk brought Allen by his leash into the kitchen.

"Beau, I'm volunteering my slave for KP duty. Work him 'til his little
fingers are nubs and don't get to close, Beau, you're like a magnet to
him. I've had to hold his leash all morning to give you some peace."
The Big Bear laughed at his joke and handed Allen's leash to me. I took
it and grabbed Allen.

"We know better, don't we Bro?"


"No, I'm afraid dad's right this time. I really like you Beau and like to
be around you." I picked him up and sat him on the counter and looked
him in the eyes.

"That's the sweetest, most honest thing anyone's ever said to me, little
Brother, and you can stick to me like glue, you're not gonna' bother me
a bit." He threw his little arms around me, hugged me and then jumped
down.

"What can I do to help, Bro?" He asked. I sat him to the task I was
doing and went to get some more chicken from the fridge in the garage.
When I returned Zane had joined the group and was helping Allen.
Allen turned to Zane and spoke. "Isn't Beau gorgeous for a slave? He
should be a Master."

"I thought he was." said Zane.

"No, no, he's Master Earl's new slave."

"And, proud of it..!" I interrupted over their shoulders. I had never
heard someone else frame the words in that way but it struck a chord in
me that resounded to my roots. I ran them over in my mind.

"He's Master Earl's slave." I was becoming his property. I was
becoming known as an extension of his world and belonged therein. I
had never felt that way before in my life. It was another of many
epiphanies that had occurred to me in the last few weeks. Master Jeb
would say that I had come a log way from the screwed up kid that he
first met. I only had one more week before entering training. I was
growing so attached to Master Earl I was beginning to wonder if I could
make it without him. I would have to and so would he. It would be
harder if he wasn't so supportive of training.

The afternoon progressed smoothly. Everyone seemed to have a good
time. There was tons of food and anything anyone wanted to drink. I
was surprised that no one seemed to get drunk. People were in and out
of the pool. I ended up with Allen trailing around after me all afternoon.
I didn't mind.

Allen was so fucking lovable it was like having a kid brother tagging
along. You couldn't get upset with him. His fascination was honest and
he didn't bother to hide it. If Allen loved you, it wasn't half way. That's
why the bear loved him. He would never find a woman to worship him
the way Allen did.

After everyone was fed, I ended up in the pool with Master Jeb, Allen,
Master Earl, Beryl, Blaine and Big Jim. By this time everyone had their
clothes off. Sam relaxed after a couple of drinks and came out of the
house with no clothes. I thought I'd shit in the water. He had a huge
dick. What's with these Masters? Maybe that's why they end up as
Masters. He and Yoshie got in the pool and swam over to us. I winked
at Yoshie.

"Huh, Boss, until a few minutes ago I was convinced that you got the
best end of the deal with Yoshie for a slave; however, seeing you walk
out of the house a minute ago I now feel that Yoshie got as sweet a deal
as you did." Yoshie raised his eye brows and grabbed hold of Sam
around the neck from behind and floated in the water.

"When Master Sam bought me I had never been with him sexually. We
went to dinner a couple of times but I couldn't tell much about him
physically. That first night we went to bed and he turned around after
dropping his pants I thought I was going to faint. After that night I
couldn't get the smile off my face for a week.

I wanted to hang the sheets off the balcony of our bedroom like they do
in Italy the night after." They were very much in love and guarded it
with zeal.

I began to recount several stories of Jake and me to Yoshie. A crowd
gathered to listen to my story of Jake fucking my plug not knowing it
was in me and my shooting twice. Yoshie was in stitches.

"When Master Sam told me that story with the boot print being upside
down, I never laughed so hard in my life. That poor man didn't have a
clue."

"Don't kid yourself. My Dad Jake's, brain is up in lights. He's no
dummy. He had the whole thing figured out before afternoon break.
That's how we got involved." I went into further detail about our
relationship and how much Jake had come to mean to me.

"Well, the two of you are good for each other. Before you came to the
shop Jake barely got by. Didn't have much incentive to work harder to
get ahead. He put you through a lot of shit when we first took you on. I
wanted to see who would break first, you or him. I wasn't going to let
anything happen to you but I watched closely. I wouldn't have put up
with the shit he put you through but you beat him at his on game so
subtly you won him over. Taught him how to be a human being at the
same time. I use to come home and stomp around and tell Yoshie, 'You
won't believe what that son of a bitch made that kid do today!'"

"Yeah!" said Yoshie, "Not once but many times."

"I never, once, saw you get angry at him. I always saw you do a better
job than he expected. He couldn't figure you out. So he figured he'd cut
you out by the heavy kidding. Well, you gave it back to him as good and
many times better than he could. Even the secretaries in the office have
their favorite Jake/Beau story.

All those times you heard the office staff breaking up someone was
telling their favorite Jake/Beau story. So you see, Kid, I can't let you go.
The two of you working together is like watching endless reruns of
Abbott and Costello movies." Sam roared with laughter. "That
afternoon Jake came in to ask if the two of you could get off thirty
minutes early I knew he was going to go fuck you. Didn't I come home
and tell you that, Yoshie?"

"He did, Beau! He was worried that it might change your relationship."

"It did!" said Sam, "It changed it into something even better. Jake has
become a first class employee and Beau got rid of the weakest link in our
staff last Thursday. Not only fired the little son of a bitch but beat the
crap out of him as well."

"Please, Sam, I'm not real proud of that. I could have handled it in a
more mature manner."

"Mature, hell, kid, if he'd said to me what he did to you he wouldn't
have walked out of the damn place."

"Well, I just don't want you to think I handle all situation with
violence."

"If I thought that you wouldn't be shop foreman right now, Beau. If you
hadn't been violent with Jake the last three years, I really didn't think
you could be provoked to violence. Boy was I wrong! I've never seen a
fairy get her wings clipped faster than you did Tom's. I didn't think the
four of us was going to get you off of him. Did you see the two shiners
he had the next morning? Improved his looks by fifty percent. Made
him look like a man. I was in a great mood that afternoon. Yoshie hadn't
seen me that happy after work in some time. He even got a little."

"Yeah! Thanks for that, Beau. Was a good one, too." Yoshie smiled at
me.

Master Jeb was listening to all this an been quiet but had managed to
come up behind me and slip his arms around my front and nuzzle me
with his wonderful full beard. I reach my hand back to scratch his head.

"I think our new slave is going to be a fine addition to our family."

"I have no doubt." Said Sam.

Oscar's new friend, Master Bert felt comfortable with our group. He and
Beryl knew each other from years ago. He and Master Jeb met several
times before. He was a gentle man that seemed truly interested in Oscar.
Billy was happy for his friend but you could tell he would feel the loss of
his companion. Bert took off his clothes with everyone else and was a
fine looking, generously endowed Master.

Everyone got into the mood and spirit of celebration. For Yoshie and
Sam returning to the fold and for Master Earl and me finding each other.
Finally, for me entering into my new life as a slave. Master Earl and I
had a chance to talk with Oscar and Master Bert in the pool.


"Oscar told me that he and Billy feel you may be a 'natural slave' young
man." Master Bert said to me.

"I didn't know what to think when I first heard the term, Master Bert,
but I've been assured by almost all our group that it's a good thing. I
hope it may be true." Master Bert smiled at me.

"Beau, I had a 'natural slave' for years that was the joy of my life. I had
him neutered before I ever brought him home. He spent his first week in
the vet's clinic who was a member of our group. He hadn't expected to
be neutered but knew by the contract he signed it might be a possibility.
He never objected for a moment and willingly submitted to the vet the
evening I took him in.

He knew when I handed the vet his leash that he was going to loose
everything. He adjusted better than I could have ever expected and
submitted to my further training with pride and dignity. In thirty two
years of being my slave he never once said a bad word to me for having
him cut. Until the day he died he maintained dignity and pride in being
my slave.

I can recognize a 'natural slave" among people who have never heard the
term. Oscar here is definitely a 'natural slave' and so is Billy. I knew the
minute you opened the door for me and the pride you radiated you, too,
are a 'natural slave.' You'll be a great joy to Master Earl.

If I ever had any doubt, when you introduced me to your Master and him
to me as if you had known me for a life time was the final act that tipped
the scale. You made me feel like an expected , welcome member of your
family and further made me feel like a respected Master.

You know, Beau, a man doesn't become a Master just because he
announces to the world that he is one. It isn't handed from Master to
Master. It takes a slave to recognize him as such and find him worthy of
trust to call him his Master. You made me feel that again young man and
I have something to say to your Master in front of you." Master Earl had
his arms around me playing with my cock and balls in the water. He
kissed me behind the ear as I gently rubbed his big hands holding my
manhood. Master Bert continued.

"I'm from the old school of Masters that believed that a boy couldn't be
fully trained to be a good slave unless he was neutered. After living with
my slave all those years, who was a natural as well, there were many
times I wished I never had him cut. I never expressed that to him. I
didn't want to undermine his determined adjustment and dignity.

I'm not trying to tell anyone what to do but simply provide your good
Master with my experience and regrets. Please don't misunderstand my
motives but to be honest Master Earl, your intended slave boy has done
exactly what I was warned he would do."

"And that is Master Bert....?" My Master inquired.

"He stole my heart." Oscar, Master Earl and I laughed.

"He has that effect on a lot of people Master Bert and I appreciate you
sharing your experience and wisdom with us."

"You want to take it from there, my slave-boy."

"Yes, Sir, Master." I replied respectfully, "Thank you for the kind words,
Master Bert. I haven't been around this group that long but I'm getting
better at knowing who deserves to be called a Master and who might be
playing at it.

I try to show equal respect to both out of respect and love for my Master
who wishes me to be his good, well met slave. I would be dishonoring
him to make a decision that someone didn't deserve to be shown my
respect as a Master. When I opened the door, I knew immediately you
were the expected Master my brother Oscar had invited.

I also knew that you deserved to be called Master and not be shown
pedestrian respect. As far as my Master's choice of modifying my body,
I can't become his slave without giving him that option. I'm not
entering in to slavery as a 'try it for a while to see if I like it' situation. I
have to make a commitment.

If Master Earl is going to make a commitment to make a claim for me
then I have to become his total slave. I know he wants the same because
we've discussed it. I won't be gambling on his love and goodness that
he may not choose to remove them, I fully understand it's his decision
to make. I will make the best of it, serve him and love him none the less.

It would be a small price to pay to be owned, love , honor, and obey this
handsome Master. Your words may or may not have an influence on
him but I appreciate you sharing with us. It tells me you care enough to
express an opinion whether it be popular or not. In a way, it was a brave
thing to do. Something, that only a true Master might do in admitting
that he had changed his mind. Thank you Master Bert, for that."

Master Bert grabbed me away from Master Earl gently and pulled me to
him.

"Master Earl, he truly is a 'natural slave' and you, Sir, are a very lucky
man." Master Bert kissed me gently and hugged the both of us. Whether
he took Oscar for his slave or not, the man would be welcome in my
Master's home anytime.



Part III ~ Time After Time


"Now that, more nearest even your fate
and mine (or any truth beyond preceive)
Quivers this miracle of summer nights

Her trillion secrets touchably alive

While all mysteries which I or you
(blinded by merely things beliveable)
Could only fancy we should never know
Are unimaginably our's to feel"

Canto 47 ~ Slaves Song ~ W. D. Dux
Posthumous


The party lasted until the early evening. Everyone seemed to be having
a good time and no one was in a rush to leave. We retired to the tables
and chairs on the patio. Master Claymore was telling a story of a run
that he and Zane had been on where a fat biker woman developed a crush
on Zane, insisting she had to have him.

Zane graciously explained to her that he was a gay man and in a
Master/slave relationship with Master Claymore. She knew she could
change him. Give her a chance. Poor Zane was at his wits end and as he
told the story Master Claymore was not helping much. He was sitting
back waiting for the inevitable. Zane came to his Master almost in tears.

"What am I going to do, Master Wolf? She insists that she get into my
pants. She won't leave me alone." He pleaded.

"Well, tell her that since I own you that she must go through me." Zane
carefully explained to her what his Master had told him. She was
undaunted and rushed to seek out Master Claymore.

"Zane tells me I have to ask you to get him in bed?"

"That's right." He replied.

"Well, I've asked! Now, I'm taking him to bed."

"Not so fast, Brunhilda! What do I get in return for you getting pleasure
from my property?"

"Your property, huh?" She snorted in disgust. "He's not your property, I
don't see no anchor tied to his ass. You men bikers think you can have
slaves. That's a laugh. Unless you haven't heard lately, Brother, slavery
is against the law in this country."

"You're right, forced slavery is against the law. There are no laws
against consensual slavery. Ask Zane if he's a slave and who's his
Master?"

"Oh, you've just got the poor boy brainwashed. He doesn't need your
permission." Zane overheard all this and got really angry because he was
proud of being a slave to his Master.

"All right, you're not going to say another mean thing to my Master.
With his permission I'll go with you right now, we'll get this out of the
way but you must promise never to bother us again!"

"Oh baby, once you've had me you won't want to go back to him."

"We'll see!" Replied Zane. Master Wolf winked at Zane as he followed
the big woman off to her tent. Master Claymore began to count "one
thousands." One, one thousand. Two, one thousand. Three, one
thousand. By the time he got to twelve, one thousand, there arose a loud
piercing scream from Porky's tent.

"My God, you're a woman!" She screamed at the top of her voice. "Get
out! Get out of my tent, you freak!" Zane walked out zipping up his
pants laughing and ran to his Master's arms where they both had a good
laugh. She never bothered either of them again. She did , however, look
at Master Wolf with a new respect and interest. She couldn't be
convinced that he was a gay man. Gay men don't like pussy. Do they?
Poor thing never solved her personal conundrum.

"I can't remember a time when we've had a better afternoon. We have
new young brothers in our family and older beloved ones returning."
said Big Beryl. " I hope we can have many more. It's been a relaxing,
enjoyable time. It's too bad we don't have a crystal ball to see what the
future might bring."

"Maybe we do." said Master Jeb quietly. Master Earl looked at me and
smiled. Master Jeb continued, "I brought something with me I was
going to try a psychic test with our new, young slave. I wanted an
audience to verify whatever might happen. We can tell you all these
mysterious things that have occurred and if you don't see for yourselves
you think, 'They're exaggerating.' I'll return in a minute and we shall
see." We all waited and he returned with a cigar box and set it on the
table before me.

"Beau has no idea what I've placed in this box. No one here knows what
or when I put it in this box. I want to see if he can tell us what's in the
box."

"Beau, can you tell me what's in the box?"

"No, Sir, I have no idea."

"Touch the box but don't pick it up or move it." I smiled like I didn't
expect anything. I touched the box and felt a jolt go through my body
like an electric shock. It was like the people before me faded away and I
was in Nam again sitting at a table across from Wes and we were
playing cards. My deck of cards. Not ordinary cards. They had funny
pictures on them. A jester on top of a mound. A man on a cross upside
down. A skeleton. They were tarot cards. My tarot cards I gave to Wes.
I blinked twice and everyone was looking at me funny.

"How long was I gone?" I asked quietly.

"A couple of minutes." said Master Jeb. "You know what's in the box,
don't you?"

"Yes, Master Jeb, I don't know how but I do. I haven't seen them in
nine or ten years."

"So everyone will know, tell us what "them" is."

"My deck of tarot cards I gave Wes in Nam."

"Wasn't a trick folks! He had no idea Wes left these cards with me years
ago telling me the story of Beau giving them to him. He insisted that I
carry them in my pocket when I went out to the bars looking for him and
I would find him. I thought Wes was a little 'wiggy' and didn't take
them the first three times I went out.

The next time I put them in my pocket and saw Beau the minute I
walked in the first bar. I haven't shared this story with anyone but Jim
before we came today. I think Jim has become a believer in certain
talents we think Beau has. He arrived at his belief separately as has Earl,
Oscar and Billy. Beryl and Blaine also believe. They've witnessed it.
Where it comes from and why we don't know. One thing we've found
and Beau will agree that this talent seems to manifest itself stronger in
this house than anywhere else. He seems to think it's because Wes's
spirit is still strong. Maybe we can find out."

"Take the cards out, Son." I opened the box took out the deck of cards
from the box. I took them out of their cover. Memories came rushing
back to me in a flood. It was almost too much. I dropped the cards and
they went everywhere. I sat back in my chair like I had been shot.

"That powerful?" Big Beryl asked me, concerned.

"You know, Dad, I was more skeptical than all of you put together until
I touched those cards."

"You don't have to go on if it's too much, Beau!" Master Earl strongly
stated.

"No, I want to know, too. You know what we talked about last night,
Master? I'm not afraid anymore." Everyone helped gather the cards and
set them before me. I picked them up and shuffled. The pictures were as
strong but I was able to pick and choose those I wanted to let through.

"Wes and I invented a game using the tarot cards. It was the only cards I
could find when I got over there and I put them away after I got a deck
of 'Bicycles.' Wes learned the arcana and their divinations. Then he
taught them to me. I still remember them.

"How do you suggest we proceed, Master Jeb?"

"Can you read the cards for individuals or couples?"

"Either, I should think." I replied.

"Okay, let's try couples first. Master Bert, Oscar? You wanna' go
first?"

"Sure!" said Master Bert. "Sit down, Sweetheart." He said gently to
Oscar, who blushed. I laid the cards out in the classic manner. I
immediately saw their future in the cards. The good, the bad and the
mundane. How much should I tell them?

"How much should I tell?" I asked no one in particular, "This could be
good and bad. My reading the cards and revealing too much might
influence the future."

"Proceed in a passive manner, Son. Let them ask you questions. If you
feel comfortable answering, then do so. If not, decline. You don't have
to give a reason why. We'll leave that to your judgement."

"Master Bert, what questions would you ask the cards?"

"Does Oscar wish to become my slave? To have me own him for the
rest of his life? To serve me, to honor me, to obey me, to love me and be
loved by me?" Oscar had tears in his eyes and hugged the big man with
his arm around him. There was a silence from everyone you could cut
with a knife waiting for an answer from the cards. I breathed deeply and
let out an audible sigh.

"My good and generous Master," I answered at last, "You don't need an
answer from the tarot cards for those questions. Look into the eyes of
the handsome slave that sits next to you in adoration." The silence from
everyone was stunning as Master Bert slowly turned to look Oscar in the
eyes. He saw his answer framed in Oscars handsome, blushing face.

"In front of these assembled members of your Family I make a claim for
you my beloved slave. How do you answer?" Oscar answered choking
back tears of happiness.

"I acknowledge your claim, my gracious Master. I'm totally unworthy
of your attention but I'm filled with your love and need to claim me.
With my family as witness, I will ask my fellow eunuch slave Billy and
my chosen family Master, Master Jeb, to give me to you into permanent
slavery in the ceremony of property transference. I would be proud to be
your property and to call you Master." There was not a dry eye on the
deck. There went up a cheer that probably woke up Marilyn. If it didn't,
I'm sure she smiled.


"Then I have one further question for the cards, my handsome young
slave."

"The cards await your question, Master."

"How many children will we have?" Uproarious laughter from the
crowd. I held up my hand for silence.

"There is an answer in the cards. The cards do not lie. You will have
three children. They will know you both as their parents and Billy as
their uncle. They will give you great love and you will receive
immeasurable love from them. You will both grow into old age and pass
surrounded by their love.

It will be carried with you into your new life and increase both your
spirits and love for each other. Love, once born, never dies. That is the
hope for resurrection. The love we have given birth to will never die but
take on a new form when we pass over. It is the order of the universe
created by the Great Spirit. It will be so."

Master Bert looked at me in amazement. Oscar was a believer, he knew I
spoke the truth. The rest were hushed in the revelation of the cards.
Another pregnant silence ensued. I spoke quietly.

"Next?" It broke the silence and several people laughed including
Master Beryl and Jeb.

"Well done, Son." Said Master Beryl followed by approval from all. I
shuffled the cards again. Master Bert leaned over grabbed my face
gently between his huge hands and kissed me on the forehead.

"I owe you a lot, young slave. You and your good Master will always be
welcome in our home. As will all this family that I hope to become a
part of through ownership."

"You owe me nothing, Master Bert, you have a good heart and have just
collected another that can only enhance your own. May the Great Spirit
guide your steps as you lead your new slave into tomorrow."

"Here! Here! That sentiment goes for all of us!" said Big Dirk. Master
Earl looked at me with wonder. His eyes wet with moisture. Big Jim
glanced at me and quickly glanced away least I see what was in his heart.
Too late! I saw! I loved him, too. Master Jeb had a pleased parental
look on his face.

He positively glowed with pride and confirmation of his psychic
suspicions. Big Beryl's face just said, "Son, I want to fuck you so bad it
hurts!" Blaine's face said, "For God sake let him! I won't hear about
anything else for the next fucking month." I laughed at all the messages
and signals I was getting.

I smiled at Big Beryl, sweetly. "I would like that, too, Master but you
must ask my Master's permission first." He blushed a deep beet red color
and Blaine couldn't stop laughing because he knew I had received both
thoughts loud and clear. Everyone picked up on Beryl's embarrent
and made him blush more by all the laughter.

"Okay, swami slave! Me and Blaine next! Read 'em!" Ordered Master
Beryl. Blaine moved in near his Master. I finished shuffling the cards
and moved them to Big Beryl to cut. He cut them into three stacks and
re-stacked them into one. I shuffled again. I pushed them to Blaine to
cut. He followed his Master's lead and cut them the same way. I took
them and laid them out in the customary order.

"What questions do you have for the cards, Master?"

"Will my slave and I continue to grow closer in our love?"

"Why would you ask the cards a question you can have the answer to the
same way Master Bert found his? Look in your slave in the eyes and
your question will be answered in a heart beat." Again the crowd was
silent.

Master Beryl turned slowly to look at his handsome slave who had tears
running down his face. Blaine would not look at his Master. Big Beryl
had to take his big paw, gently place it under his slave's chin and raise
his face to look into his eyes. The entire audience saw the old man
shook to the bottom of his being at what he saw in Blaine's eyes. He
gently put his arms around his chosen one and spoke quietly but loud
enough all could hear.

"You have become my slave. I never thought you would no matter how
hard I tried to mold you or needed you to be. Let's have no more talk of
striving to become the slave I need.

"I will always be your slave, Master. I was from the first night you
patiently took me. I have been the worst of slaves and you have only
been brutally patient with me. I realize what a lucky slave I am and I'll
try harder to be the slave you need. I promise not to hide my leash any
more." Every one broke up with laughter at Blaine's sincere honesty.

"You twit! You are the slave I need right now. If you got any more
clingy and submissive, you'd drive me nuts. I love you more now than I
ever have and I feel confident that you feel the same. Doesn't really
matter," Beryl said with a twinkle in his voice, "I'll never give you your
freedom anyway so you'll just have to make the best of it, love." Then
he grabbed his beloved slave and kissed him passionately to cheers and
backslaps from the crowd.

"Don't you have a question for the cards? Either of you? They are
sitting here with things to tell you. One question?"

"Will we have children?" Blaine asked. The crowd didn't laugh this
time.

"Yes, you already have three. There will be one more to enter your life
that will become the crossover love that you both need. That love will
join you in a unity that will be more comfortable than any love you've
known between you. It will become the love of peace for growing old
together. One of your current children will need your love more than
you will ever know. Fate will deeply wound him. You will not turn your
backs. You will save his life. You will nurse that child back to health.
You will teach him to live and love again."

"How many years will that be?" Asked Big Beryl.

"Nine years ten months." I read in the cards. "You will become wealthy
but the wealth will not influence your current way of life. It will give
you greater means to help others which will be your greatest
accomplishment. I see more but will not tell you. Suffice to say you
have a long, happy, comfortable and loving life together. The cards also
say that you will only have one true slave, Master Beryl. The others,
myself included will be children to your union and the love there from."

The crowd was quiet again. They didn't know what to believe. The way I
was delivering the information was as matter of fact as I could make it.
The conclusions they might draw were left up to them.

"This is draining me. I can only do two more. Who will be next?"

Master Earl spoke. "Sam and Yoshie."

"Yeah, Sam and Yoshie!" agreed the rest. Sam was reticent but Yoshie
was enthralled. They sat at the table before me as I shuffled the cards. I
let them both cut the cards as they wanted and then laid them out.

"Questions?" I asked.

"Can you tell us the highlights?" Asked Yoshie

"Sure." I replied.

"Yoshie will graduate with ho

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Conventional Temptation

Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't
old enough to read this, go home! Don't blame me if you have problems which
result from reading further.

by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2000. Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or things
mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any
representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way based
on reality.

If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other repressive
local regulations, liability for downloading it is your problem, not mine.

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Conventional Temptation (all parts) - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph)
2000, 2001.

Conventional Temptation - Part One of Three

Quick outline: Al is married to Gwen, goes away to a business convention
for a three-day weekend, and is tempted by an attractive female friend.
Codes, for overall story: (MF, M-solo, F-solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom)

Cheating is a complicated subject. You might not think so, but the rules
for what is cheating, and what you should do about it, are not consistent.
Some don't want it to happen, but usually mean that they don't want to know
about it if it happens and isn't repeated. Some say it is OK if it happens,
but don't tell, don't let anyone else know, and don't fall in love. Others
say "tell me about it when you get home." There is a 4th category which
says "let us all get together." That one doesn't count as cheating at all
to the participants. I'll let you know which category I belong in when the
subject comes up in my story.

I work in the computer industry, and attend trade shows several times each
year. People who have never been to a trade show might miss the mix of
boredom and excitement that makes up the business of a trade show, when you
are a participant rather than just the regular visitor. Our company set up
a booth at many shows, showing our products, advertising our services, and
basically trying to get new customers. It also let us meet with other
people in the industry, and get business which we could almost never have a
chance at otherwise. Still, a big part of the convention business is purely
social. You get together with friends you meet nowhere else, even if you
might talk on the phone or send email.

I was in charge of our trade show group, and ended up doing more of these
than I would have liked. Preparation for one is stressful, making sure that
anything new is ready for the show, gets there on time, gets set up, and
works! Coupled with the all-day, few breaks, constant spotlight of dealing
with the mass of attendees, it is a real grind. Having a chance to unwind,
we take it.

Most times, that means getting a little drunk, dancing with ladies when
present, and just talking about our lives outside the business. A few
times, we've been able to arrange schedules so that my wife can come along,
though the company has only paid for the room and expenses for that once.
For a lot of people at the shows, especially singles, it means a chance to
meet someone for an anonymous, hot night of sex. That doesn't happen all
that often, but it never stops them from trying. There are also married
people who look for those chances.

My team consisted of Stevie, a pushy sales-tech. He had curly hair, and
looked "cute," as girls would sometimes mention to him at the shows. Yet he
had a bad habit of starting out conversations with women with lines like
"I'm not busy tonight. Wanna fuck?" He was pushy to customers too, a
high-pressure salesman, and the company liked some of the results he got.
Mostly, he was there because he really knew the technical side of the
products, and didn't lose his temper with people who didn't. His tech
counterpart was Robbie. He was friends with Stevie, and was always butting
in whenever Stevie got too pushy with a customer. That made them a good
team. Robbie had long dark hair, glasses, and a bushy beard. He was very
shy, and when he talked, he rarely talked about personal things, only
business. But he had a nice girlfriend, and they were almost engaged.

The last member of my sales team was Daphne. She was a very pretty blonde,
with long hair, a nice looking body, and a sultry southern voice. She
happened to be very good at sales, as well as the technical side of the
business. But we always thought the reason she was picked for trade show
spokesperson was because of her sex appeal. She didn't mind the work, but
hoped the boss truly realized that her success was not due to her looks, as
we did. Daphne didn't dress in a glamorous style at the shows, unlike some
of the "models" which did product presentations for other companies.
However, even with a sweatshirt on, she couldn't hide her pretty face.

Daphne had gone out with Stevie for a while, but had broken up several
months ago. For some time, they didn't speak much at all, and Stevie was
very upset that this pretty girl didn't find him lovable and irresistible.
While they seemed over that, there was still some tension between them.
Neither had steady dates that we knew about.

Unlike the rest of the team, who were all recent tech or university
graduates, I had been in this business for years. It had changed from a
purely big business environment, or "hacker-techies" at some of the
technical shows, to a public media event. That made for more customers,
with less knowledge of what they were actually buying than before. All this
made my job a bit tougher, but I had kept up on news in the industry, and I
really got along with my team well. Daphne was especially helpful, able to
handle the actual show contacts and presentations, which left me free for
business meetings, and dealing with bigger customers who needed special
treatment.

Friday was a typical busy setup day, getting to the convention early to set
up our gear. We rode down in the company van, which let us carry most of
what we needed, with some material shipped in advance. After the work of
setting up, even with help, we were tired. We went to check into our rooms,
and found that they had booked two double rooms, not three, for us. Stevie
and Robbie were supposed to share a room, but I really didn't want to do so
with Daphne. Temptation is much easier to avoid if you can keep it at a
distance, and she was very pretty.

Naturally, I complained. "We asked for three rooms. I don't care who messed
up, we need to have another room."

"We don't have any double rooms available."

"OK, are there any rooms available?"

"There are no smaller rooms available, but there are some vacancies in the
suites."

"Any problems giving one to us?"

"I can take care of that right away. You'll need to pay for it in advance,
though, sir."

"It isn't my fault that the reservation was messed up. I have the
convention reservation letter here, see?" I showed the clerk the letter.

He said "I'll need to check with my manager."

A couple minutes later, he came back. "I'm sorry, but we don't have a
record of the reservation. I can give you a suite, but you'll need to pay
for the upgrade."

'That is expensive for a mistake we didn't make," I answered.

"Just call up the boss. He might be willing to spring for it," Daphne
stated.

"Maybe, but I wouldn't count on it."

I turned to the clerk "Can you check again, to see if you can find the
reservation. I'll let you make a copy of the letter, and you can check it
out with the convention staff. You can call us at our booth, someone will
be there all day."

"I'll see what I can do. I don't make the rules, but I will try to work out
something."

"Thanks."

No need to take it out on the clerk, for whoever's mistake it was, I
thought. We started walking toward the convention area.

"Daphne, maybe you can I could share a room. I wouldn't have a problem with
that," Stevie suggested, smiling at Daphne.

"I'd rather sleep with a snake. But if we have to share rooms, I'll stay
with Al. He's a gentleman, and married."

"What if Gwen hears about you doing that?" Stevie asked me.

I replied, smiling, "I'll tell her all about it. No need to worry." Looking
back at Daphne, who was blushing a bit, I said "Just remember that, when we
are sleeping 'together'. Don't try anything, unless you think that Gwen
wouldn't mind it."

As usual, the opening part of the convention involved seeing what the
competition had to offer, and meeting with other company reps. I ran into
Samantha, one of technical reps from a supplier of ours. She had on a long
black dress, just past her knees, almost like silk, which showed some
cleavage in a diamond in the front, with an open back. She was very pretty,
and smart as well. We got along well. When I last saw her, the previous
year, she was engaged to one of the partners in her company, and seemed
very happy. I naturally asked her how that was working for her, being
engaged to the boss, and she almost broke out in tears, her frown was so
sharp.

"I'd take that to mean things aren't good."

"We aren't engaged anymore. And I'm not working there either. See?" And she
pointed to her name tag, above her right breast, and I did notice the
change in company name. I also noticed her hard nipples. That was a hazard
of the air conditioning, which tends to make convention halls cold until a
lot of people come in. But she left her finger lingering at that point. I
stared for a bit. I'm not certain why I did that, but we stood there maybe
a minute, her finger rubbing her hard nipple, and I watching it. She was
staring into space, not looking at me at all, and didn't seem to notice.

Daphne and the rest of the team showed up about then, and Daphne said "Time
for lunch. There's a nice Italian place down the street."

I quickly looked away from Samantha, and she put her hand down quickly, and
looked embarrassed.

"Sammy, do you want to come along?" I asked. "It will give us a chance to
talk. Guys, Samantha isn't going out with what's-his-name anymore."

"Al-vin, don't call me Sammy!" Samantha said, laughing. I'm not all that
sensitive about my real name, though teasing about chipmunks comes up from
time to time. It was good to hear her laugh. "It will be nice. I don't know
that many people, and I don't want to play "showgirl" for Jack, my chief
here. He'll figure out that I don't like that eventually, but right now,
I'd just like to relax." She smiled. That made me feel better. I didn't
know how recent these changes were, but we had spent a fair amount of time
together before, with dealings between our companies. Well, between her
previous one and mine. We didn't have any business yet with her new one.
That made this a definite non-business dinner, much more relaxing than
getting roped into a "talk means money" meal.

We talked about our lives, and a bit of our business successes, for quite a
while, ordered food, and still, Samantha had avoided talking about her
problems. We had some drinks, and finally, she opened up with her story.

"Bill and I were good together, at the start. I was very happy, and you
remember, I couldn't wait for our wedding. Then he started to get bossy. He
didn't want me to keep working, even though we could use the money, and I
am really good at my job. I couldn't dress like this at work, nor go to
shows. He accused me of flirting with almost everyone. I'm just friendly,
and even if it was sometimes real flirting, I wasn't planning to follow
through. I actually quit my job, and was ready to get married and live with
him. Yet I couldn't do it. We still had sex often then, but it wasn't as
nice as before."

"What happened with the engagement?" Daphne asked.

"I didn't break it off, he did. I told him I was going back to work, that I
was bored to death staying home. He said that I couldn't do that, the
company wouldn't take me back. That he'd make sure that no company would
hire me; he was a partner and could control the resumes and references. I
got really pissed off at that, and told him to go to hell. I was tired of
his control-freak stupidity, and I didn't love him anymore. He slapped me,
told me to get out of the apartment."

"Damn him! Wasn't that your apartment?" I yelled.

"Bill paid the lease, changed it to his name without telling me. More of
his control plans. When I went to the building manager, she let me stay
until the end of the week, then I had to move out right away. I've got a
new place now, but it hasn't been easy. Bill spread rumors about my
sleeping my way to the top, and how I was only after him for his money. My
degree and experience don't count for enough compared to that."

"It isn't fair. Not at all. Are you doing OK now?" I asked.

"Mostly. But I haven't had a good date in a long time. Not even a bad sex
date." Sighing, she said "It is hard for a girl branded a slut to meet nice
men."

"You're not a slut! You are a nice woman," Robbie said. "Is Bill still
telling people that?" "

I don't know. I moved, and live in a new city now. That helps some, but
everyone knows everyone in this business, so I can never tell who knows
about this."

"You should have been smarter, gone along with Bill. You'd have been set
once you were married, even if you got divorced right away. That would have
served him right," Stevie explained. He had a habit of saying the wrong
thing, even with good intentions.

"Fuck off, Stevie!" Daphne said. "She wasn't in love with him. He was a
jerk!"

"Sorry, I was only trying to help," Stevie responded.

"How are you doing now, Sammy?" I asked, smiling. A smile often can help
out in bad situations.

"Don't call me Sammy, Al-vin!" Samantha said, and laughed again. "OK, don't
call me it around anyone else. It is OK, I guess. My position is about as
good as before, and my boss knows about my side of the story, so at work
there isn't a big problem. Still, Jack hits on me from time to time, and I
told him that I'm not going to go out with anyone else I work with, ever.
It is hard to know who to trust, and I haven't had much luck dating
lately."

"You just need to meet a nice man." I said. "There are a few around."

"Sure, like you, and Robbie."

"What about me?" asked Stevie, frowning. If anything, it made him look like
a sad puppy, which seemed even more cute than usual.

"You're cute. But you need to practice more being nice. Looks don't
substitute for personality." Samantha replied.

"You got that right," Daphne said, poking Stevie.

"Ow, stop picking on me. It isn't fair." Stevie frowned even more.

"Don't worry, Stevie, I'll help you keep in line," Robbie told him. "You
don't want to be a lonely bachelor your whole life, do you?"

"So, how do you meet nice guys? And how do you know if they are really
nice?" Samantha asked.

Then Daphne said "Nothing is more important than petting the cat."

"What?"

"That is the sign in Al's office. He says that it is the key to a happy
life."

"What is it supposed to mean?" Samantha asks, looking at me.

Daphne, giggling, replies "Just substitute a different word for cat. And
take petting to mean pampering and loving without reservation, and include
the entire person attached to the 'cat'.

" "I suppose that you 'pet' your wife's 'cat' often, Al?" Samantha
wondered, smiling at me.

"Of course. If she is happy that makes me happy. It works well for us."

"I'll keep that in mind for Maggie and me," Robbie said. Everyone laughed,
except Stevie. Stevie sat there, looking puzzled. Robbie sang "Pussycat,
pussycat, where have you been?"

Then, Stevie said "Oh! Ack!" and laughed a lot.

I explained about being serious about that slogan. Don't lose track of your
priorities in life, and miss out on a chance to be really happy. It isn't
just the sex, though I'd never skimp on that part of my relationship.

Stevie said "How can you be a swinging single guy, and worry about every
girl you meet? I just want to have fun, not responsibilities." He was
looking at a pretty girl passing our table at that time, all by herself for
the moment. He also looked a little drunk. Stevie got up, started to walk
away. "See you guys later. I'm going out for some fun!"

Daphne then asked "Should I go after him?"

"No, he'll catch up to us later. We don't need him until four, so if he
wants to play a while, I can live with it."

"We still have to get the booth set up for the opening presentation. I need
to get back for that."

"OK. I'll catch up in a bit." Robbie, Samantha, and I ordered some hors
d'oeuvres, chatted for a while, and relaxed. Samantha seemed happier. We
talked some about how our relationships had worked out so far. Daphne
didn't leave right away, hanging around to talk a little longer.

"Al is very lucky. The hotel, or someone, messed up our room reservations.
I'm going to have to share a room with him. And believe it or not, he says
that he is going to tell Gwen all about it. And he thinks that there will
be no problem with it at all," Daphne mused.

"I don't know if I can stand it, sleeping in the same room with him. He's
so sexy!" She laughed, looking at Samantha.

"Just remember that 'no means no' applies to me too!" I laughed back. "I
trust Gwen, and she trusts me, I think. I also spend a lot of time petting
the cats, both our four-footed kinds and her lovely one. I wouldn't mess
that relationship up."

"I wouldn't do that!" Daphne said. "Still, aren't you going to get horny,
away from her for three says, with me available?" she asked. "Don't you
think I'm sexy?"

"Sure, sure. Both things. I can handle the one on my own, and the other,
we'll have to see. But I don't think I'll have a problem. We work together.
I'd remember that we'd have to deal with this after this weekend, if we got
carried away."

"Don't you usually sleep naked?" Daphne asked. "You told me that you don't
at home."

"I don't usually wear clothes on the road, either. However, I may have to
make an exception, with you in the room," I replied.

"Why? Maybe it would be nice, to let me see what Gwen enjoys with you. If I
were her, I wouldn't mind that. Besides, I like sleeping naked too."

"Daphne, don't tease Al like that. He is married, after all!" exclaimed
Samantha.

We then had to get back to work, but agreed to get together for supper. I
couldn't avoid thinking about what would happen tonight, with Daphne. I
wouldn't seduce her, or even make the slightest pass at her. Yet my usual
habit, when I could get to be alone at night, was to get naked, lie on the
bed, call my wife up, then talk about our day, while masturbating. She'd be
at home, dressed the same way, waiting for my call. Our phone talk tended
to turn into actual phone sex, describing everything, but it usually
started out with the usual kinds of conversations couples have. We'd just
be playing with ourselves, rather than waiting until we talked about sex.

With Daphne there, I didn't know if I could do that. I could ask her to
leave, before I called, and tell her why. Still, watching her do her
presentation, looking so nice, made me think about what might happen if she
didn't want to leave. Could I really go on as usual, with her there?

Would masturbating in front of her count as cheating? Especially if I told
Gwen about it, which I certainly would? And what if she decided to get
naked too? I rested in my chair, daydreaming, looking at Daphne, smiling
and pretty. I continued to do so for quite a while.

...

We had gone back to our shared room, tired, and ready for bed. Daphne came
out of the bathroom, after taking off her clothes and washing up,
completely naked. I had also undressed, and lay on the bed.

"OK, we're naked now. When are you going to get started?" Daphne asked me.

Daphne looked beautiful naked, like I had expected. Her pubic hairs were
trimmed, just a patch above the slit, and her breasts firm and high, with
hard nipples. I had my hard cock in one hand, the phone in the other. I lay
there, looking at Daphne, just enjoying her beauty. I wasn't moving at all.
She said "Are you really going to call Gwen, and tell her what you are
doing now, and who you are with?"

"Mmm. Yes. I always do." I dialed, using one hand, which works OK with some
phones. Waited for a moment as it rang.

"Hi, Gwen. Something interesting came up today," I told her.

"It is your cock? Mmm. Or a business deal?"

"It isn't business."

Daphne moved closer to the bed, still standing. She whispered "Sexy
business, perhaps?" I stared at Daphne, and got even harder. I could see
moisture on her pussy, making her hair a little wet. She was only a few
inches from me, and I turned to see her better.

"Something interesting, then? I miss you already, as always. If I were
there, I'd be stroking your shaft, and letting you taste my sweet puss.
Tell me more," Gwen said, encouraging me to go on.

"Our room reservations got mixed up. Daphne and I got stuck sharing a
room." As was usual for our phone conversations when apart at night, I was
stroking myself, and I was sure that Gwen was too. Daphne was staring at me
now, watching me. I could tell, because my gaze had shifted to her eyes,
and she was smiling at me.

"Two beds, or one? And where did you send her off to? Did you tell her what
you are doing now?"

"It is a twin room, no need for sharing beds, especially with no sword
handy to separate us," I laughed. "I did tell her what I do with you on the
phone." I then waited a bit, since I wasn't sure how to say the next part.

"Hmm, how did she take that? She isn't going out with anyone now, is she?"
Gwen asked. "You didn't say where you sent her too. Or, naughty boy, did
you just call when she was in the shower?"

Daphne was close enough to overhear Gwen's side of the conversation, and
she giggled, stifling it. Loud enough, though, that I was sure that Gwen
heard her. "Did I ever tell you that Daphne sleeps naked? She does, and
looks very nice," I said, smiling, as I was looking right at Daphne. "She
asked to see what you get from me. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, that was she that I heard giggling, not a TV show? Let me talk to her
a moment," requested Gwen.

So I handed the phone to Daphne, saying "Gwen wants to talk with you." "Oh,
no, I couldn't. Are you sure?" She took the phone, and listened for a
while. My pretty, naked coworker walked away from the bed, and I lay there,
still touching myself. I wondered what Gwen would tell her.

"Ring. Ring." The sound of a phone ringing interrupted my reverie. Robbie
picked it up, said "Al. Al? It's for you."

The clerk from the hotel answered. He said "Sorry about the problem. There
will be no charge for the room upgrade. Thank you for staying with us."

"That's great!" I replied. "Thank you very much." And hung up the phone,
still feeling a little distracted by the direction my thoughts had been
taking.

Another fantasy spoiled. It was probably just as well. Getting too close to
temptation isn't safe, no matter how much Gwen has said that she trusts me
to do the right thing. I didn't get to find out what would happen next. An
odd thing about fantasies is that you don't always seem to control the
situation, and this interruption ruined it for me. Work quickly drew me
away from these thoughts.

Now we just had to decide who got the extra large room. That didn't take
long. Daphne said "You can use that room for business meetings, and keep
our extra stock closer than in the van. It will be better for doing reports
as well. So you take it, Al." So that settled that problem.

When we got together for supper, she came along with her chief, Jack, and
another couple from her company. We made introductions, but end up talking
mostly about business. Samantha didn't want to discuss her personal life in
front of her co-workers, and said that in front of them when I brought it
up. I try bringing up my own life and family, but Jack said "I get enough
of that at home, I don't need to listen to it here."

Once we finish eating, Daphne, Samantha, and I stay for a while for drinks
and conversation. We talk for a long time, about life, love, marriage, and
sex. Especially, how both Daphne and Samantha really miss having a nice man
to make love with. That leads to me talking about some of my times with my
wife, and how much I love to make love to her. Especially, about "petting
the cat," our teasing phrase for oral and manual stimulation from head to
toe, and especially, of course, on her genital region.

"All this talk has made me horny too. I'm going up to my room and call
Gwen. We can have some "phone sex." It helps keep me happy when I'm away
from her," I told everyone.

"What exactly do you mean by "phone sex"?" Samantha asked me.

"Jacking off while talking on the phone!" Daphne laughed, answering and
breaking up, coughing bubbles in her glass.

"Oh. Don't you ever get tempted by all the pretty girls around here?"

"Temptation isn't the problem. It is giving into it which can lead to
trouble. This ring helps me to remember," I said, as I held my ring in my
fingers. "Besides, taking care of the pressure myself is easier and safer,"
I said, smiling.

"And does Gwen do the same thing?" Daphne asked.

"Yes, that is one nice thing about 'phone sex'. We get to do it together."

"And when you go home, you get to do even more. You are lucky."

"Just be patient, you might get lucky too."

"Hey, how is that going to work out with Daphne in the room?" Daphne
answered, "The hotel got another room for Al. A nice suite, actually, not
just a little room." I was getting up to go to my room, and the two women
both said "Have fun," at the same time. It was rather cute, I thought.

I left, paid the bill, and went to my room. I was very tired, and simply
lay on the bed for a while. I then got up, got undressed, and looked
around. It was a very nice room, with a balcony, meal alcove, and a large
bathroom with a big tub, plenty of room for two. It was the kind of place
that I'd have liked to have, if my wife was along. As I thought of that, I
picked up the phone, and called Gwen. She was resting in bed by this time
too, with the kids asleep, most likely. It turned out that she was, waiting
dressed like I was, naked on the bed. All ready for our talk.

Being tired as I was, I said "I'm beat. I'll need to keep it short this
time. I hope you don't mind."

"I can finish up if you can't make it. Just like I do at home," Gwen
answered, laughing back at me. "I started without you. I hope you don't
mind, darling. I haven't gotten too far along, but I'm keeping two fingers
wet and warm, inside me, as we speak."

"Hmm, warm and wet. I'm not wet yet, but I'm getting hard."

"Always take time to pet the cat."

"Always. That reminds me, Samantha isn't engaged to Bill. He turned out to
be a bossy jerk, and actually kicked her out of her apartment, after she
quit her job at his request. Daphne told her about the 'cat' priorities in
life. I hope she finds someone who can keep her 'cat' pampered."

"Isn't she that pretty blonde women, who helped us out with the networking
deal last year?"

"Yes, that's her. She is very nice, and deserves someone nice." Meantime, I
heard a moan, and I'd kept up my hand motions on my cock. It was getting
quite hard, and I could feel my orgasm building.

"Is she dressed nice? Or did you see another, even sexier girl there? Mmmm,
ohh."

"I think she is even prettier than before. Her dress was long and black, no
back, diamond notch above the breasts. Hard nipples showing, very exciting
woman."

Ohh. Oooh!, I heard from Gwen

"But not as much as you are. I love hearing you come," I said. "Daphne and
I almost ended up sharing a room. The hotel messed up. I was already
imagining what would happen if I did this with her in the room, then they
called, and said I could have a suite. A very nice room, but Daphne said
that she should arrange to 'lose' a room the next trip we take. She sounded
disappointed."



"She is so pretty. I bet you'd love that, jacking off in front of her.
Maybe, get her to do herself at the same time? Wouldn't that be amazing to
watch?"

My own load popped then, and I said "Yummy stuff! Too bad you're not here
to enjoy it."

"Uhh. You can save some for later, it'll keep." Giggling followed.

"I'm going to pass out now. We ended up drinking a bit, as well as talking,
and tomorrow is going to a bitch of a schedule." "Goodnight. I love you."
"Bye-bye."

The next morning, I took a nice, sensual shower. I thought seriously about
getting off, with the nice massage head attachment they have in there, but
there just wasn't time before our first presentation. I grabbed coffee from
room service that I ordered, then head out to work. The morning is the
usual business, a mix of boring lectures and questions, some fun talking to
customers, watching the pretty models walk around doing their spiel, and
just taking care of business.

Samantha came by around lunch time, and asked "Do you guys want to do lunch
again?" "Sure," Robbie We left Stevie to cover the booth, and went off for
lunch. There were a few pretty girls around, so he didn't seem to mind this
much. We went to the hotel dining room, quicker to get to than going out
someplace.

We ordered food, and talked about business for a bit, before getting back
to relaxing. Samantha asked "How did it go for you and Al last night,
Daphne?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Sharing a room together, that could be interesting." I interrupted, "We
got separate rooms. The hotel managed to figure out our reservations. I
think I told you about that."

Samantha frowned, then laughed. "I'm sorry. I just didn't remember. I've
been distracted, and it has been a long day. It would have been
interesting, though, don't you think so?"

"I think it would have been fun," Daphne replied. "Maybe, I should make the
hotel arrangements next time, and "lose" the extra room, so we have to
share?" she inquired, teasingly, smiling and laughing.

"Too much temptation for me, Daphne, especially if you are still horny. It
might be a bit more challenging if you were attached again, though."

"Doing myself is OK, but it isn't the same as having real sex. It does cut
into my horniness, though. Otherwise, I'd be tempted to jump on Stevie!"
Daphne complained. "I wouldn't really do that, though. He's so cute, I wish
he'd grow up."

"Is he always such a jerk?" Samantha wondered.

"No, he is very nice, when he isn't on about sex. Or trying to sell you
something. You know what, though? I outsell him. I don't think it is sex
appeal either. I refuse to wear sexy clothes to work, just nice looking
stuff, like this."

Daphne had on a white blouse with ruffles, blue slacks, nothing especially
sexy, but it did look nice. I had not truly thought about what she was
wearing, but it was nothing like the glamorous dress that Samantha had on.

Samantha said, "I try not to use sex appeal either. But I like looking
sexy, even at work. Is that OK?"

"Sure," I replied. "Your dress makes you look pretty, not like you are
looking to get laid. Though it certainly is tempting. Especially with hard
nipples sticking up under it," I said, laughing, and smiling.

"Don't tease her, Al," Daphne demanded. "I'd worry too much about the sex
side of things, and I don't like customers flirting with me. If you don't
mind that, I guess it is OK."

Samantha pouted, and didn't answer for a moment. "I don't mind the
flirting. It does sometimes get annoying. Nevertheless, I keep hoping that
I'll attract a nice guy, and I want one who won't mind it if I dress like
this," she said. Then she looked at me, and touched her nipples with a
finger from each hand, and asked "Would you mind me wearing a dress like
this to work, if I were married to you?"

"No. Gwen often wears clothes like that, and even less. You still have
nylons and panties on, right?" I ask, with a leering expression.

"She goes out without underwear?" asked Samantha, looking surprised.

"Even came by the office a few times, when she had time to get away.
Afternoon delight, at work, is delightful."

"Where did you find a private place, Al?" Daphne asked. "We don't have
office doors. Wouldn't you risk being caught?"

"That is part of the fun. Besides, we haven't gotten around to fucking at
work. I can rub her pussy under a dress, while she visits, or she can suck
me off under the desk, and no one will notice. There is also the bathroom,
it has a lock, and that gives us both a chance to eat each other nicely,
without interruptions."

"I'd love attention like that at work. Do you think Gwen would let me get
some from you?" Daphne teased, smiling.

I answered, "You need to ask her about that." And I laughed too. I was
getting horny, and was looking forward to my phone conversation tonight
with Gwen. "It would be too easy to turn a little bit of sex into a serious
relationship, though, especially at work. Don't tempt me, please, with
anything more than a light snack!"

"Hmm, love food!" Samantha purred. "I wish I could find someone who'd make
an offer like that. Too bad you're married."

"You'll find someone nice. Just keep asking. Especially, look for a man who
takes care of his pets, and you, well."

We talked some more, and drank some more. Daphne went off to sleep, and
Samantha told me that she wanted to stick around, and that a nice guy might
come along. I left, and went back to my room.

I got undressed, washed up a bit, and then lay down on the bed, naked. I
was tired, and a little drunk, so I decided to relax a bit, collect my
thoughts, and get a bit closer to coming before I called. Samantha and
Daphne's teasing had me very turned on, and though I didn't indulge a real
fantasy about them, they were in my mind. I called, and said hello as
usual.

"Have you been thinking about Sam again?" Gwen asked. "How are things going
with her?"

"She still seems unhappy. We left her alone, she was drinking a bit, and
hoping to run into a nice guy. It might happen. Her dress is very sexy, did
I tell you about it?"

"Yes. Was she wearing that one still?"

"It looked very nice. I commented on her hard nipples at supper. Daphne was
explaining how she didn't like to dress too sexily for work. Sam thinks
that she might meet someone, and she likes to look sexy. Still, I know
someone I love who dresses like that," I said, chuckling.

"Don't tease her too much. I bet that just thinking about her got you
really hard."

"Uh-hum. Actually, both of them, Daphne and her, did more than enough
teasing. I told them about your bringing 'lunch' to work for us to share."

"Mmm, lunch. Better than Homer's donuts, I'd say." Then I hear a clicking
sound on the line. Gwen said, "Who could be calling now. Damn call
waiting!"

Then she clicked off, leaving me to continue on my own. A minute later, she
came back. "Sorry, I'll have to continue this later. Unless you are really
tired?"

"I'm just about ready to finish, and pass out again. I'll just call you
tomorrow. Have fun without me!"

"You have fun too. Love you, bye."

Sometimes, things just don't go perfectly, no matter how hard we work on
the situation, I thought. Then, I continued my pleasurable exercise. I was
already close to coming, and I felt the explosion building inside of me. It
was just pure pleasure, no fantasies, just feelings of love for Gwen. I was
close, but not quite there yet.

"Knock, knock" came sounding from the door. More imperfect timing, and I
hadn't ordered anything. I got up, put on a light red hotel robe, and went
to the door. I was still hard, but I figured that whoever it was, I could
just find out and get them to go away.

Not wanting to annoy anyone by revealing my condition, I peeked through the
door, opening it just enough to see out. It was Samantha. She looked like
she might have been crying, as her makeup was rubbed off. She said "Can I
come in please, for a little bit?"

"Wait a moment, please." I needed to relax, lose my hard-on, before getting
her in my room, I thought. I went to the bathroom, sat there a minute, then
flushed, even though I hadn't done anything. "OK, come on in."

"I just need someone to talk to for a while." She sat down on the bed, and
motioned for me to sit by her. I did so, and she pulled her shoes off, and
folded her legs to the side, as she leaned against me. I noticed that her
hose were off, and spent a while looking at her legs, then upward. Her
dress was just above her knees now, pulled up a little, and not revealing
in itself. Still, I didn't see any panty lines. Women wearing nothing under
their dresses had always turned me on, and Gwen enjoyed taking advantage of
this with me. But sitting there in a robe, with nothing else on, next to
Samantha in a dress, with nothing under it, was hard to take. I crossed my
legs, put my hands in my lap, in a subtle attempt to hide my arousal.
Having been just moments from coming in my hand before Samantha came in
didn't help either.

Samantha had not said anything while I looked her over. I couldn't tell for
sure, but she didn't seem to be looking me over, as her eyes were watery.
"Samantha, can you tell me what the problem is?"

"Problem? I miss my 'good man'. Bill was so nice to me at the start. He was
always a little bossy, but he made me feel good. Especially in bed. That
was one place that he never really tried to take control. I could go wild
with him, suck and fuck him all night long, do whatever I wanted. I really
miss that Al."

"Sex doesn't always turn into love. It's important, but . . . "

"I know that! I just don't want to miss out on that part. I don't know how
I could have missed seeing how much Bill was like his father, wanting to
keep his wife in the home, a trophy," she said, sobbing.

I hugged her, holding her closely, and told her "Try not to think about it
so much. Just relax, lay back, take time to get over him."

"If I had found someone nice since, it would be so much easier. It's been
months since I've been with a guy. I picked up some in bars after we broke
up, but didn't get anything but laid in bed. I can't pick up anyone from
work now, it would look bad, with my rep. I've kept busy with work, and
don't have a social life. Guys flirt with me all the time, but . . . I
don't know, it is hard to take it. I know I dress like a sexy lady, and
look OK, but I want something more. Like what Gwen has with you," Samantha
said, turning to look in my eyes.

"And what I have with Gwen. Love, caring, compassion, trust, all so
important."

"And sex too? Do you give her what she wants?"

"Usually, yes. We trade off, who gets to pick."

"Just wondering, how often do you two make love? Bill was wild when he was
with me, but he'd get busy with work, and not show up for several days."

"We average twice a day. Work schedules make that mostly morning and night,
but we get together for lunch, and on weekends, sometimes we spend most of
the day screwing, especially with the kids off with grandma."

Samantha lay down on the bed on her side, pushing her dress up a little
higher. Not enough yet to see anything, but still, very exciting for me. I
didn't want to push things farther along, but I couldn't kick Samantha out.
I could try to distract her, I imagined and told her "Roll over on your
stomach. I'll rub your back and neck, and that will help you get relaxed,
maybe make you feel good enough to get some sleep."

"OK, that would be nice," Samantha said, stretching her legs as she rolled,
with her dress slipping a bit further up, making a crumpled black mass at
the top of her thighs. I could smell a sweet fragrance, the odor of hot
pussy. She spread her legs out a bit, and put her hands above her head. I
couldn't quite see up her dress, not without dropping my head to the bed,
but I felt sure it was within a finger's reach. I was glad she was facing
away from me, as my robe had a pole sticking out the front. My cock had
pushed its way out into the air. I carefully slid it back in, as I moved
onto the bed next to Sam, to her neck, away from her seductive slit, and
its sweet perfume.

Her back was bare, except for the strap around her neck. I softly stroked
her neck, then pressed a little harder, and she hummed softly, "That feels
divine. Don't stop!" I continued down her back, kneading her muscles. Along
her sides, I brushed one hand softly as a kitten, up toward her breasts,
which were slightly exposed, enough to let be brush gently against them. I
continued upward, to her shoulders, and pressed hard against them, feeling
the hard muscles loosen. Then, I continued on my way, back to her neck,
then up the sides of her head, her temples, and even brushed her hair with
my fingers.

She turned, sniffing at my fingers. "I smell something sexy," Samantha
said. "Were you masturbating, er, jacking off?"

"Uhmm, Yes."

"I don't smell sperm."

"I didn't get that far."

"Sorry I interrupted you then. Were you talking with Gwen as you did it?"
"Yes, but she couldn't stay on the line tonight. I can finish myself up
later, don't worry about it."

"Why not now? We could both do it. Watching me is like looking at a movie,
not touching each other. It's not like we'd be fucking! I'm really horny
now, and thinking about you doing it alone is sad."

"I don't know, Sammy. It's not that it might not be fun, but I wouldn't
want you to get carried away."

"I'll be good. It would really make me happy, particularly if I can make
you happy. Bill never touched himself in front of me. I'd really like to
see that, I might learn something," Samantha suggested, rolling over again.
She held the bottom of her dress in her hands, and slipped it upward,
briefly exposing her pubic hair, before standing up. "It would be an honor
to fuck my pussy for you. Please, may I?"

I was extremely turned on by her offer. Torn, between my temptation, and my
desire to avoid the consequences if I indulged it. My rule with Gwen was
that I would tell her everything that happened. I'd been out at strip bars,
X-rated movies, wet T-shirt contests, while on trips. I've watched the sex
channels, and told she about interesting things. And so on, with other
situations. This wasn't really cheating, not to just watch, look, and let
myself be looked at. At least, that is what I thought.

"We'll need to get comfortable, and be able to watch each other." Samantha
pulled her dress up and off, leaving her naked, and moved a chair near the
foot of the bed. I took my robe off, and lay back on the bed, propping my
head up with pillows. Samantha pushed a finger into her vagina, before
sitting down on the chair, spreading her legs wide. I held my dick in my
hand, and pressed my other hand below my balls, rubbing them softly with my
fingers. I was already very excited, and needed to move slowly if I was
going to have much of a show to give for this lady.

That didn't help very much, because Samantha was getting herself going
fast. I could smell the aroma of sex from where I lay, and looked straight
into her eyes, as she watched me. My hand started pumping up and down the
shaft, almost by itself. I tried to hold back, encircling the base with the
fingers of my other hand.

Keeping my eyes closed, or looking at my own hands, I had been avoiding
taking a good look at Samantha's naked body. However, she started sliding
the chair around the bed, and said "I need a closer look!" That gave me a
fine look at her breasts, which were smooth and taut, with hard nipples and
dark areolas. Long nipples, too, as I had noticed while she had her dress
still on. Her fingers covered her pussy, but I could see that she was
flicking her clit, while pushing three fingers in with her other hand, and
she was breathing hard, almost moaning.

That did it for me. I came, a true gusher shooting out onto the bed, some
onto Sam, before I caught most of it with my hand, then I began to wipe off
with my robe. Samantha's climax came with a loud yell, and I watched her.
It was beautiful, something that I've always loved to see, when a woman
comes.

She got up, sat next to me on the bed, and hugged me tight, and told me
"That was great, thank you." She rubbed some of my come onto her fingers,
and licked at it, then licked my hand, then said "Tasty," when she was
done. We lay there for a short while, simply relaxing in the afterglow of
our orgasms.

She asked me if I wanted a drink, and I told her "Not much alcohol in it,
whatever you want to mix up with soda will be fine." She sat on the chair,
and she told me that this was almost as good as real sex with Bill. She
went on in some detail about experiences with him, and with other men.
While flattering, I didn't think that masturbation, even with good results
as we had, compared well with sex with a good lover. I told her that.

"Sex with Gwen is really something special?"

"Yes. Being in love, knowing how to treat each other, and trusting each
other all make a big difference. Plus practice, and always being willing to
try new things." Thinking about my wife brought me a new worry. I said
"Remember, I tell Gwen everything that happens, if it is important. And
this situation certainly is, I declared. "No means NO!" I shouted, a bit
louder than I meant to. "And it applies to men and women."

"I promise, I'll respect you in the morning," Samantha teasingly said. "I
mean it, I'll listen to you if you say 'no' to me."

"Good. Thanks. I'm not sure exactly how I'm going to explain this to Gwen."

"You really helped me out. Comforting a friend is a good thing, isn't it?"
Samantha asked me.

"I guess it is."

"Hmmmmm . . . "

"What?"

"I could use more comforting. I'm still feeling horny, Al. Could we do it
again?"

"It will be a while before I can. I have an idea. Lay down on the bed
again, this time with your hands under you on your pussy. I'll give you
another massage, but this time, for more than just relaxing your upper
body. You'll have to handle your sex parts yourself."

"That sounds wonderful." Sammy did so, while arching her back upward enough
to give me a good look at her vulva from behind. She had her fingers at the
ready, but only stroked the mons, brushing her pubic hair away, which gave
me an even better view of her vulva. Her clitoris was quite large now, and
stood out hard. Women are lucky in that way, I thought. They can keep going
and going, no need to recharge.

This time, I started on her toes. I gently rubbed each one, then up her
feet, doing one, then the other. I moved up her legs, still switching back
and forth, sometimes stroking both, alternating between hard pressure and
soft, kitten-like touches. My cock was starting to get hard, and it pressed
against the sole of her foot as I moved up. She giggled, and realizing what
it was, pushed her fingers into her vagina. Sam started working the top of
her pussy, stroking it, pulling on the lips, and making it sweat. It was a
very intense feeling for me to know that I was helping her to get off, and
to be so turned on by me, without actually having sex together.

I couldn't resist a touch on her pussy. I didn't go straight for it,
instead, I started rubbing her ass, and stroking a finger up and down the
crack, while massaging each cheek with the other hand. I let my cheek hand
slip downward, straight across her slit and clit. Samantha went "Eeeek! Do
that again!" I did so, then she said "I thought I was taking care of the
pussy? Not that I minded that."

"You are. Sometimes my hand slips, though. It was just an accident, don't
expect it to happen again," I laughed.

She moved her knees up, spreading her legs, a perfect position for a
doggie-style fuck. I didn't plan to let that happen, but teasing about it
would make me even hotter than I was already, and I suspected that Sammy
wouldn't mind it. I moved behind her, and started stroking up and down her
sides. My hands grabbed her across her belly, letting my fingers meet in
her navel. I moved my fingers slowly outward, then up her sides, and down
again. As I did this, I leaned closer to her, and my cock touched the back
of her thighs, just out of range of entry into her. I could feel her hands
slide against my shaft, and she grabbed it, and tried to pull it in.

"No fair doing that," I challenged. And I changed my touches from soft
caresses to rapid taps, trying to tickle her. I didn't have much time
before my teasing massage turned into a hot fuck, and felt the tip of my
cock rubbing something wet. Sammy started giggling, and slid up the bed a
bit, and I managed to get my cock safely away.

"Get back to work on that hot spot of yours, Sammy," I ordered.

"Yes, master!"

I moved to the side of her, and reached over her back, and rubbed the sides
of her breasts. She lifted herself up, which gave me full access to them,
and I took my time stroking each, rubbing the nipples lightly, and felt
them get very hard. I continued holding one breast in my hand, nipple
between my fingers. The other hand, I let move to her neck, and stroked it,
then behind her ears, across her cheeks, and softly, across her lips. She
sucked my finger in, and I felt a shock in my cock in response. Samantha
continued to suck on my finger, pulling it into her mouth, grunting as she
did so, then spat it out as she came.

I hugged her from behind, holding her breasts in each hand, until she
stopped moving. I lay on top of her for a few minutes. I thought that
perhaps she had come so hard she passed out, as that often happened with me
and my wife. Then she said "Is it OK if I do that for you? I'd like to try
it, getting you off without truly touching your cock."

"Sure." I figured that it wouldn't take long for me to come again, with the
arousal I had from helping Sammy come like that.

Samantha started out much as I did, teasing my feet, stroking my legs,
rubbing my butt. Still, I wasn't getting to the point of getting off, and
it was hard to get a good hand cycle going while laying on my stomach. I've
done that before, but it would still be easier if I could roll over. She
managed to sneak in the tease on the genitals that I did, in her case, she
stroked her nails against my balls and shaft, for a few seconds, before
moving upward.

As Samantha massaged my back with her breasts, letting her nipples scratch
against me, she stroked my sides, and slid her fingers under my belly, then
up to my nipples. This felt wonderful, but it was relaxing. "I think I
should roll over, and give you a chance to practice your nipple massage
from the front."

"I won't mind that. Though it would be more challenging if I made you get
off without turning over, wouldn't it?"

"Maybe. You'll have a better view if I turn over."

"Go ahead, let's take a look at it."

So I turned over, and lay back flat on the bed. I was able to get both
hands onto the shaft, while Samantha crawled over me, straight above me,
her nipples touching mine. We looked into each other's eyes, and my hands,
and the tip of my cock from time to time, brushed against her pussy. I
started breathing harder, and Samantha rocked slowly back and forth, using
her body to massage mine, and letting her hair tickle my face, while her
breath warmed it.

She said "Let me know when you get close to coming. I want to see you
come."

"It isn't going to be long now."

Sammy rose up on the bed, giving me a glorious view of the front of her
body. Her pussy was dripping wet, and there was a sheen of sweat on her
breasts. She moved down the bed, then crouched, bringing her face next to
my cock.

"You look so beautiful this way," she sighed, almost whispering. "I don't
want to waste your tasty come."

"It won't be long now," I answered, breathing hard now.

"Can I suck it off? Not just from your fingers, I want to taste your cock.
Please?"

Her mouth was almost touching it when she finished her request, and her
warm breath was enough to tip me over. I said "Yes, go for it!", and came
just as her lips came down over the head. It didn't seem quite as explosive
as my earlier ejaculation, but it went on for quite a while. Her mouth
sucked hard on the top of my cock, and I felt her tongue lapping against
the tip, as she swallowed it all. Sammy continued to lick the shaft, all
the way down to my balls, then sucked the head again. I let her continue
for several minutes, but I didn't get hard again. I enjoyed the attention,
and said "I like how that feels, Sammy. But I just don't think I have
another shot left in me tonight."

Stopping for breath, she said "Let me taste it a little longer. I don't
care if you get hard or not, let me make you feel nice." Samantha went back
to sucking and licking, demonstrating fine technique. But after a while,
she stopped, then slid up next to me, laying partially on top of me, and
tried to kiss me on my lips.

As I turned away, Samantha inquired "Don't you like the taste of sperm and
cock?" Then, she laughed softly.

"I don't mind it, from the mouth of my lover. But a kiss feels more
romantic than just having sex, and even more in a not-really-sex situation
like this one."

"How about a non-romantic kiss? Just for pretend, no love, like actors in a
movie? I'd really like to feel your kiss."

I turned back toward her, and she kissed me. There was a definite taste of
come in her mouth, but our tongues touched and dueled, in a very relaxing,
slow way. We kissed like that for quite a while, before Samantha rolled on
her back next to me.

Then, she asked a serious, scary question. It wasn't quite as bad as the
one I feared most to hear from a potential lover while I was still married,
but it came close. She asked me "Could you love me? Could you love me like
you do Gwen?"

I really liked Samantha. She was very pretty, and even allowing a handicap
in points for youth, probably would win a beauty contest against Gwen. For
love alone, that objectively shouldn't have been a factor. Nevertheless, if
I had met her and Gwen at the same age, it might have made a difference.

"You're being very quiet."

"I'm thinking. Yes, and not exactly."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"I could love you, but it won't happen because I'm in love with someone
else. My love with Gwen is built over years, and I might have been able to
make the same relationship with you, if we had started at the same time.
But my experience with Gwen makes a difference. I know that love and caring
makes a tremendous difference in my life. And I'm eternally grateful that I
found someone who has the same interest in expressing love through sex as I
do."

"I feel loved by you."

"I do you love you. Just not in the "I'm in love with you" kind of way. I
care about you, and hope that you can find someone to make you happy. And
learn to recognize what you need to be happy, and to make your lover
happy."

"Didn't I get you off well? Aren't you happy?"

"It was very nice, and I appreciate it a lot. But it wasn't as good as with
Gwen, though it was very exciting. It isn't just the sex, or how you did
it. I love her, and that makes a real difference."

"So, how do I know if I am really in love?"

"It is tricky, isn't it. Gwen did things for me, without asking for
anything in exchange. I did the same for her. In sex, in going places,
gifts, and in conversations. I let her know what I liked, and wanted from
life. She did the same with me. We still have sex, sometimes, where one of
us takes care of the other, purely pleasuring the other."

"Isn't that hard, not getting anything for yourself?"

"Masturbation works, if you need it. But taking turns is very nice. We did
that tonight, but without the actual sex part."

"Do you give Gwen massages like you did me?"

"I do. But I tend to use my tongue, and don't skip the sexy bits."

"Are you as good with that as you are with your hands?"

"I try to be even better."

"Could you show me, please?"

Now, this is getting harder to deal with, I contemplated. Massage to assist
masturbation isn't quite real sex. Letting her suck the come out of my dick
is close, but still not the same as a full blow job. Still, it isn't
getting anything for myself, so it might be OK. And maybe, Samantha has
never had good oral sex, and so showing her would be very good to help her
find a better relationship, knowing that it can be wonderful. As I hit this
point in my thoughts, I realized I might be rationalizing, in order to get
the opportunity to enjoy the taste of Sammy, who might never give me
another chance at her pussy.

"Have you ever had oral sex from head to toe?" I asked, staring at her as I
rolled over onto my knees.

"No. I've had some hickies on my neck and belly, and had my earlobes
nibbled. I've also had my tits and pussy sucked more than a few times. But
head to toe seems a bit much, isn't it?"

"No, just like with fingers, a touch works wonders all over your body, and
the tongue feels marvelous for that. Gwen does it often for me."

"OK, I'll let you do that."

"I might be prying, but do you come well from oral sex?"

"It is pretty good, sometimes."

"Compared to what we did tonight so far, how is it?"

"Bill tried hard, I know, but it wasn't that good. There was this guy I
met, who really "rang my bell" when he lapped my cunt, but I met him out of
town, and didn't get to see him again. I can guess, but why are you
asking?"

"It isn't the only way to show how much you love your lover, but it is
magical if you can do it well. I don't want to get your expectations up too
high, especially since I'm tired. But I've been practicing the fine art of
cunnilingus a long time. Maybe, as long as your entire life," I chuckled at
her. "Finding someone willing to learn how to please you this way is good.
If they'll treat your pussy nicely, it is a sign that they may treat the
rest of you just as well."

"Hmm, I could offer guys a taste test?" Sammy wondered. "Except that asking
might make me sound like a slut?"

"No more than guys asking for blow jobs. If you are going to have sex
anyway, why not ask for some kind of sign that they like you enough to make
you happy, before they get off themselves?"

"I see," she replied. "I'm getting horny again. Can you believe it?"

"Hey, I guess its time I put my mouth where my money is?" I ask, smiling.
And I move over her, straddling her body as she lay on the bed, and brush
her hair to the sides of her face, before beginning my task.

--

by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2000. Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

Conventional Temptation, Part Two of Three - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph) 2000.

-- Codes: (MF, M-solo, F-solo, oral, exhib, cheat?, rom)

Samantha was laying underneath me, as I knelt above her, looking down at
her. She was so beautiful this way, and seeing her like this reminded of me
Gwen. My wife, who I truly loved, and had often treated just as I was about
to pleasure Sammy. Despite my feelings of arousal, my dick was not able to
get hard, and I was glad. It was all too close to a point which I didn't
want to pass, to let it enter her body, and take this teasing relationship
to a new level.

To kiss her was the best way to begin making love to her orally, head to
toe, as I had said I would do. That we had already kissed didn't change how
I felt about doing that, and that somehow, it was more serious than merely
having oral sex. I realized that I wasn't moving to being putting my mouth
to work, as promised, and as a distraction, I started stroking my fingers
gently across her vulva, very lightly touching, no pressure at all. I moved
slowly upwards, in drifting circles, touching every spot from her sides, to
belly, to breasts.

This calmed me, somehow. It made me think of this as giving her a
therapeutic massage, just more intensely than one she could get from the
hotel health club. I wanted her to feel loved, and happy. I most especially
wanted to be able to say to Gwen that I did this for her, when I could have
taken more for myself.

I slipped my body gently down on top of her, and kissed her wetly on the
mouth. Our tongues joined, in a very intense kiss. I felt wetness on my
cock, as it touched her vulva. We stayed like this, rubbing our bodies
together, her pushing up at me, for quite a while. But though I was
enjoying this very much, I intended to do something unselfish, and set out
to give her as much pleasure as I could manage, without taking any more
myself.

"A kiss is such a nice way to show someone you care about them," I told
Samantha. I pulled my body up slightly, still letting my cock brush her
body, but no longer were our sexes touching. I kissed her forehead,
brushing her hair off her face to do so. I kissed and licked her face, her
closed eyelids, her cheeks, then nibbled on each earlobe, stroking within
it with my tongue.

"That tickles," Sammy laughed, predictably.

"It is supposed to," I breathed into her neck, then kissed it, lapping at
it, as I stroked her hair with my hands. "Laughing helps you relax, but for
it to work best, try to relax, just let me do everything to make you feel
good. Lay there, and have a good time."

"Yes, boss." More laughter followed from Samantha. My cock relaxed a bit as
well, which was good, as I feared that this excitement might cause it to
react, and I wasn't sure I could resist its demands if that happened.
Straddling Sammy's body was no longer the ideal position for what I wanted
to do, so I moved aside, and began kissing her shoulders. I tenderly kissed
and nibbled my way down her left arm, sucked on her fingers, stroked her
palm, elbow, and sides as I kissed my way back up towards her armpit. I
nuzzled there for a second, which caused Sammy to twitch and laugh.

But I moved across her chest, giving her a chance to relax from her
laughter, and I kissed my way up her breast, to its tip, then sucked her
nipple into my mouth and gently twirled my tongue around it. My hands were
sliding across her body, holding her other breast, stroking her belly. I
could feel her heart beat faster as I do this, and she said "That feels
very, very nice," in a soft warm voice, the kind that lets me know that she
really likes this.

I spent some time doing this, alternating between breasts, nipples, and
stomach as I licked my way across the top of her body, nibbling gently from
time to time. I then said "Roll over, head to toe has to be on both sides
of your body."

"You haven't gotten to the good part yet."

"I'm patient. You should be too, it is worth the wait."

Samantha rolled over on her stomach, spreading her legs, and pushing her
crotch into the sheet. I kept my hands on her sides as she did this, then
rubbed my way up her back to her neck, following the pressure of my fingers
with the tip of my tongue. As I did this, I moved one leg between hers, and
my thighs pressed against hers, and my crotch against her ass. I can't
avoid doing it, and I know that the touch of my body against my lover is a
very big part of the pleasure of this experience, and I don't want to
deprive Samantha of that.

I spent some time kissing the back of her neck, stroking her hair, and
nibbling her ears, before starting my trek down her body from behind. I
kissed my way back and forth across her back, much as I had just done to
her front, though I didn't linger in the middle as I had done earlier. I
spent more time on her sides, gently stroking, kissing, and licking them,
moving slowly down towards her ass.

I decided to give her a little warning about what I was going to do. I
haven't met a woman who doesn't enjoy this kind of attention, but I have
found some who fear it may lead to anal activity which they don't want or
enjoy.

"I am going to kiss you all over. Just let yourself relax, and remember,
that this is just for your pleasure, and nothing but my tongue is going to
get inside of your body."

"Are you sure this is OK? Healthy, I mean?"

"Yes. There is a little hazard, but not to me, not if you are healthy. And
trust me, it doesn't really taste bad."

Now, that wasn't always true about the taste, but it was always true that
my lover's enjoyment and my appreciation of her pleasure was worth a brief
encounter with a slightly unsavory meal. The taste of Sammy's skin so far
was very pleasant, and so, I began kissing her ass. I didn't start with the
crack of it, but instead, brushed each cheek from side to center, up and
down, kneading it with fingers, tapping on it, getting closer and closer to
the center. I allowed my kisses to extend to her thighs, and back across
the center between her legs, and licked her vulva briefly before I began my
slow rise along her crack. She wriggled as I did this, making it hard for
me to stay on target, but I stuck my tongue in as I went, lapping my way
across her anus, pressing hard there. She tasted nice, very clean, mostly
sweat, and I didn't mind it at all. I continued upward, while stroking her
inner thighs, just below her pussy, with my fingers. I made it to the top
of her crack, and continued up just past it, then began moving back down,
stopping just before her vagina. I repeated this activity several times,
then took a break to get a brandy. Since I had a small bottle out, and a
couple glasses, that didn't take long.

"It isn't just that I'm thirsty, or that I want to wash the taste out. I
don't want to risk carrying anything from there to your vagina," I tell
Samantha. "It might be safe, but I wouldn't want to spoil the results of
this evening with problems later."

"What about fucking in the ass? I haven't done that yet, either."

"The usual safe sex practices, you know, apply. It can feel quite nice, but
you do want to take care." I finish my drink, then say "You can read more
lectures and guides later. There are lots of good bo

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