Rack House Number Twelve

"RACK HOUSE NUMBER TWELVE"

(Guest Appearance by lilscarlett)

"Beep, beep, beep, moan and woosh." My day was starting just like any other, with a tarped truckload of Iowa corn backing over the grated underground storage tank where every bottle of our world-famous bourbon begins. As the Assistant Distiller, it's my job to oversee all aspects of production. I handed off a quart size Mason jar full of grain to Ronnie, a good Ol' Boy, from the heart of the Bluegrass, so the moisture content could be checked, while some of the best-looking corn I had ever seen and smelled, waited patiently in the back of the trailer.

An hour or so later, while I was sitting at my desk catching up on some invoices, the sweet scent of expensive perfume flooded my nostrils. It was a familiar scent, but one I hadn't enjoyed in a very long time. I sat with my back pointed toward the doorway, trying to remember just where I had breathed it last.

"It looks like you've done pretty well for yourself plow boy," said a woman's voice softly, the sound also hauntingly familiar.

I turned slowly towards the door and smiled. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms folded beneath her breasts, was a very beautiful dark auburn-haired girl in a strapless floral print dress and red high heels. I recognized her instantly, it was Scarlett, a girl I always considered "the one that got away." The Kentucky sunrise backlit her sexy silhouette through her thin summer dress as she stood in the doorway to my office, seductively rubbing the back of her left calve against the front of her right.

Even in the harsh lighting of a Commonwealth morning, I recognized her. I stood up slowly and smiled, then walked over to her. I leaned down and gave her a peck on the cheek before I spoke. She and I were supposed to go out on a date our final week of college, but she stood me up. I sat alone at a little Italian restaurant outside of Boulder for more than an hour waiting for her. She never showed up, so I went back to the dorm, jacked off and started packing. I never heard from her at all. I've spent the last seven years wondering what happened.

"You are just as pretty as I remember," I told her softly with a smile; quickly soaking in the sight of her angelic frame.

"It's been a long time," she purred, as I reached for her hand to bring her into my office. You've done well for yourself," she added, looking around the room.

"What about you? What are you doing now, how did you get here?" I asked, bombarding her with questions, my stomach fluttering nervously. My palms sweating as if I had seen a ghost.

"I'm the CFO for a medium sized Oil Company based in Houston," she told me. "I'm here because my boss, the company president asked me to accompany a group of investors on a team building trip," she added.

We talked and reminisced for almost an hour. Her group was scheduled to take a tour of the facility around 10:15 A. M. Both of us were avoiding the elephant in the room, sidestepping the awkward topic of the date we never took. She lifted a weathered-looking wooden frame off my desk and smiled. One by one she named all our school friends in the picture. The photo was taken during the fall of our senior year; we were all tailgating at the homecoming football game. It was a simpler, happier time for all of us.

I told her it was nice seeing her again, and that I would try to catch up with her group at some point during their tour. She smiled and told me she'd like that. For some silly assed reason, I told her that if she was interested, I would give her a much more informative personal tour after hours. She smiled at me again and said that she would like that even more. I sat mesmerized as she stood up slowly, and strutted toward the door, her hips swaying silently, her heels clicking softly.

She smiled at me as she left the room, lingering in the doorway like she had more to say, making sure that I saw her hesitation. I went back to work, but I couldn't seem to get her out of my head. Unable to focus, I decided to take a walk around the grounds, maybe catch up with Scarlett's tour group if I was lucky. I caught up with them in the print shack, the small one room building where all the labels for our different bottles and brands are printed. It was a small group, maybe a dozen people. Scarlett slipped to the back of the group, and we walked together.

Before the tour wrapped, she asked me if I knew where a Texas girl could get a really good cheeseburger. I told her yes, it wasn't a fancy place, but the food was great. She handed me a hotel business card, and asked me if I minded picking her up out front around 7 P. M. I hesitated, remembering the last time we made plans. She saw the reluctance on my face and placed her hand softly on my shoulder.

"C'mon, it will be fun. I'm already starving, and I have a lot of making up to do," she said. "Don't make me beg Uhl. I can't change the past," she said, softly with a seductive smile. "What do you drive?" she asked, folding her arms beneath her tits again.

"A maroon Chevy, 4X4 diesel Crew Cab, with a 4" lift kit, and black and chrome wheels" I told her, with a reluctant sigh, hoping that lightening wouldn't strike twice.

"Great!" She replied. "Then I will see you to tonight?" she asked, walking away briskly, almost sideways, trying to catch up with her group of investors.

I nodded softly and smiled; she smiled back, then turned away. "What am I doing" I thought to myself. This bitch broke my heart once and I just gave her the opportunity to do it again. "I have to be fucking crazy," I whispered to myself, returning to my office, making plans once again to be with a woman that I just didn't think was interested. I left work early that day, went home, shaved my face, my cock, and balls, and showered. Instead of dress slacks and a polo from the closet, I pulled a freshly laundered pair of faded blue jeans and a sleeveless flannel shirt from the dryer.

My wardrobe "audible" was complete when I took the new stars and stripes dew rag from the corner post at the foot of the bed and slipped on my black leather riding boots, the ones with the chrome rings on the sides. The pair were sitting next to the dresser. No boxers tonight, I like the way the soft denim rubs against my freshly shaven cock and balls, and besides, they would just be in the way if things go the way I hope they will.

I went through the kitchen, let the dog out into my fenced backyard for a few hours, then grabbed my keys from the bottom of the letter holder on the wall, not the truck keys, but the key to my Softail. It was mint green and black with sparkling gold accent lines, lots of chrome and a slightly modified Thunder Cloud exhaust. It was an attention getter, and it sounded like thunder as it motored down the highway.

As I rolled up in front of the hotel, Scarlett was outside waiting near the door. She was looking down the road expecting to see my truck when I rolled up in front of her, and gave the throttle a little twist, letting the rpm's drop before I lowered my sunglasses. The look on her face was priceless.

"Uhl? I thought you said, you drive a Truck!" She stammered, clearly caught by surprise.

"I do," I told her, hitting the kill switch, grinning, as the big iron horse fell silent "You asked me what I drive, not what I ride," I winked mischievously.

She walked over slowly shaking her head, probably a little scared. She was wearing a cropped, thin pink cotton tank top (No bra), a belly-button dangle that matched her long dangly earrings, a short, faded denim skirt, cross trainer shoes and ruffled ankle socks.

"I'm, I'm not climbing on that big thing," she stuttered nervously.

"I bet you said that to all the boys in school, didn't you?" I replied.

"HA-HA!" She giggled with a smirk, stepping slowly closer, as I fired it back up.

She was hesitant at first, but eventually climbed on, placing her right foot on rear foot peg, lifting her left leg over the padded chrome backrest, flashing me a glimpse of her bright red panties as she straddled my cruiser. She looked nervous and a little out of place but seemed to like the way it vibrated against her pussy as it idled.

"Here, put these on," I told her loudly, over the sound of the big V-Twin thumping beneath us. "They will keep the bugs out of your eyes. Don't smile, and keep your legs tight against my waist," I told her chuckling, pushing my hand and a pair of riding glasses over my shoulder.

"To keep bugs out of my girly bits?" she asked jokingly, leaning forward.

"No, I just want to feel your thighs against my waist," I told her rolling back the throttle as we pulled away.

We rode through town slowly, catching most of the traffic lights. Scarlett had her arms around my waist and her breasts pressed firmly to my back. At one light, I felt her hand slip off my waist and her fingers softly caress the bulge in my jeans, as her nipples hardened against me. I looked in the mirror as we pulled away, her head was against my shoulder and her ponytail was blowing in the breeze. When we rolled up at the local watering hole, a place called the "Kickstand," Scarlett became a little uneasy. Her eyes scoured the parking lot, and she bit her lower lip.

"Uhl... Honey this is a biker bar," she whispered nervously, clenching my hand tight.

"I guess it's a good thing you're on a bike then," I whispered back. "Scarlett, these are good hard-working people. They're my people. C'mon, let's eat," I told her taking her hand.

We walked inside where I was instantly greeted by multiple slaps on the back from friends and Scarlett became the inspiration for a few lewd booty blessings and a slap on the ass from one very friendly biker chick in tight jeans. We sat down in a corner booth and Cassie, a girl from the distillery who worked nights trying to make ends meet, took our order. She returned quickly with a Shiner Bock for Scarlett and an ice-cold Sam Adams for me. The jukebox was pumping out classic Skynyrd, as we sipped our beer and began to chat.

"There are so many things to say Uhl, and they aren't all easy," she said taking my hand in hers. "I was young, you were good looking, bold, exciting, and adventurous. I was just me. You scared me Uhl. I had plans for myself, my family had plans for me. I couldn't let them down." She confessed.

"You could have at least called sexy girl," I told her. "I waited for more than an hour, before I paid for a bottle of wine we never tasted and the space I had taken up," I added. "I went to the lake that night and sat on the dock until the sun came up, trying to understand why, before I gave up and figured you just weren't that into me."

"I wanted to call you... So badly," she said. "My trembling fingers wouldn't let me dial the phone. I left the dorm five times that evening to come find you, what I thought was common sense pulled me back every time," she added. "It wasn't common sense Uhl. It was fear, just fucking fear!" she said, her voice growing louder, as she started to get emotional. "When I saw you sitting at your desk this morning, my heart just broke. I felt like a schoolgirl again."

About that time Cassie returned with two huge burgers and sat the platters on the table along with a fresh bottle of ketchup for our fries. Cassie was a tall slender brunette, with firm B-Cup boobies and a pretty smile, she reminded me a lot of Linda Ronstadt in her younger days.

"So, what are you kids up to tonight? A midnight ride," she asked, wagging her eyebrows.

"No," I told her. "I'm going to give Scarlett a tour of the distillery after we eat," I said.

"A tour huh? Are you going to show her rack house number twelve?' she asked, pulling her empty serving tray to her chest.

"We'll see," I told her, glancing awkwardly at Scarlett, trying to change the subject.

"Well enjoy your meal and have a fun night you two. Holler at me if you need anything," she said smiling as she walked away, her ass cheeks waving a silent goodbye.

We ate our burgers, drank another beer, then chatted until well after sunset, then left the bar and headed out to my Harley.

"So, tell me about rack house number twelve," said Scarlett, clutching my arm tightly as we walked to the bike, the chrome exhaust pipes were still popping and cracking as they cooled in the night air.

"It's nothing special," I told her "Just an old wooden barn."

We climbed onto my bike and headed to the outskirts of town where the distillery is located. The distillery is pretty at night when it's all lit up. We stopped at the front gate and said hello to Ralph, the nighttime gate worker, then motored up to the big house on the hill where the offices are located. We went inside where I grabbed my messages at the front desk and laid them in my office. Scarlett stopped me and kissed me deeply.

"Do you forgive me?" she asked, staring into my eyes, cupping my cheek.

"I forgive you," I whispered, kissing her again.

I grabbed the keys to my golf cart, and we headed out the door. We were just pulling the golf cart out from under the carport, adjacent to the office, when another cart pulled up beside us. It was Morgan, our third shift security guard. Morgan is a large breasted redhead with a tight hairy pussy. She's fresh out of school with a degree in Criminal Justice and a penchant for rough sex. She has a jobless, live in gamer boyfriend at home, and stands about 5'8". She bounced from the cart and walked around slowly.

"Hi Mr. Wett, how are you this evening?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips pushing her firm round tits forward. "Working late on a Friday night?" she giggled.

"Hello Morgan, I was just about to give my friend Scarlett a tour," I told her, glancing at her tits briefly before finally focusing on her emerald-green eyes. "We went to school together," I added.

"Hi Scarlett, I'm Morgan," said the bouncy little redhead, holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you," she said softly with a smile.

"Hello Sweetie," Scarlett replied, shaking Morgan's hand, before sliding over closer to me on the bench seat.

"Are you going to show her rack house number twelve Mr. Wett?" asked Morgan with her eyes sparkling fondly, her impressive nipples becoming more visible as they strained against the fabric of her uniform shirt.

"Perhaps, if time allows and Miss Scarlett has an interest in seeing it," I told her, lifting my drink from the cup holder, taking another pull.

"I recommend taking the time Miss Scarlett, it's well worth it. It's my favorite place in the whole distillery," she said with a smile, softly placing her hand atop Scarlett's bare shoulder.

"Have a safe evening Morgan," I told her with a smile as we drove away.

We walked hand in hand beneath the Kentucky moon as I showed Scarlett all the boring inner workings of the liquor industry. When we reached the tasting room, I flipped on the lights, then turned to face Scarlett. I was met by her hand softly cupping my nape, her full breasts pressing to my chest and a long steamy kiss, followed quickly by another, she bit my lower lip and looked down at her feet.

"I'm sorry Uhl," she said, dragging her fingers slowly down over my chest.

"For what pretty girl?" I asked, placing my hands around her waist, pulling her closer.

"For being such a cunt senior year," she whispered, almost in tears. "You were a Bad Boy, Mama said there wasn't any future in loving a bad boy, only heartbreak," she said. "I wanted more back then. I married Randy a year after graduation, but it didn't work out. We divorced after a few months when I caught him fucking our neighbor in my bed."

"I'm sorry Scarlett," I whispered. "College was a long time ago. I made peace with it and put it behind me. You should too," I told her thumbing a tear from her cheek, then pulling her close to comfort her.

Trying to lighten the mood quickly, I made us both a Mint Julep and poured them into "Go Cups." The Julep is our signature drink during Derby Week. Scarlett took a sip and smiled. Our tour had been fun, we had effectively buried the hatchet and kicked dirt over the past. There was only one thing left to bury, my hard cock in her sweet little pussy. She kissed me softly and gave my crotch a hungry squeeze.

"So, are you going to tell me what is so special about rack house number twelve now?" taking another sip, staring at me over the rim of her cup, waiting for my reply.

"I'd rather show you," I told her with a smile, sipping my own drink.

"Then show me," she said softly, holding out her hand.

Scarlett unbuttoned my flannel shirt and ran her fingers through the hair on my chest, kissing my cheek, sucking at my earlobe as we made our way in the golf cart, to building number twelve. It was the structure located furthest to the North on the 2,000-acre property. The house sat up on a small ridge overlooking the Kentucky River. Scarlett took my hand when we pulled up and got out of the cart. The August heat was stifling, and the river was sparkling in the moonlight.

"Have you ever skinny-dipped Uhl?" teased Scarlett, softly rubbing the growing bulge in my jeans as she kissed me.

"Yes, yes I have Miss Scarlett," I told her as our lips parted. "C'mon, I have something to show you."

Sunlight affects the aging process, so the rack houses are kept dark on purpose. There was minimal artificial lighting in all of them. I unlocked the door to house number twelve and slid it open, leaving it open as we walked inside, I threw on the breakers and the transformer outside began to hum. It was a huge structure, six floors in all, almost a million gallons of bourbon were aging in this house alone. I held out my hand and let Scarlett go first, I followed her closely as we went up the stairs, watching her sexy ass sway and her short skirt rise just inches from my face as we walked.

Her body was shimmering lightly with sweat by the time we reached the top floor. I took her by the hand and led her to the far end of the building. At the end of the centermost aisle were four long hemp ropes. Two of them were tied to the top cross support and two were tied to the corner upright supports, lying on the floor. Across from the ropes on the floor, was a red carpet remnant, sitting next to it an armless shaker-style wooden chair. Scarlett smiled softly and looked around; it was so quiet that night we could hear the river flowing just beyond the walls of the house.

Her nipples hardened slowly as the realization of what she was looking at resonated inside her mind. Her eyes circled the rugged wooden frame, pausing repeatedly, looking at each one of the knotted ropes. I could see the want in her blue eyes. There was innocence, hesitation, and a curiousness in every movement she made. If she chose to do so, she was about to step into a new dimension, a new world of sexual pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced before. It was a big step, a big decision, one she didn't make quickly.

One at a time, she grabbed the hanging ropes and slid her hand over the entire length, lifting them softly, letting them fall, she toed at the ropes lying on the floor. Her belly-button dangle sparkled brightly beneath the 100-watt incandescent bulb swinging softly above us. She flashed me a naughty smile, then strutted back toward me the best she could in sneakers, toying with the front of her cropped top, as I finished my drink. The sound of high heels clicking against the more than century old hardwood floor would have been much more erotic, much more dramatic.

"What's the rug for Uhl," asked Scarlett with a teasing smile, walking slowly around the carpet remnant lying on the seasoned oak floor, her nipples hardening more as she softly swayed. She pushed it in front of me with her toes, almost positioning it. She already knew what it was for.

"It's for Morgan," I said softly, sitting my empty cup atop a barrel sitting on end against the wall. "She spends a lot of time on her knees," I added with a smirk, that quickly morphed into a smile.

"I bet she does," smirked Scarlett. "Is she good?" asked the auburn-haired vixen, turning her head to watch my reply as she turned up the heat on our verbal teasing volley, softly tossing her ponytail to one side.

"She's very enthusiastic," I told her, stepping away from the empty barrel, moving closer to the carpet, stopping at the edge, unzipping my pants, as she tilted her head and smirked.

"You must really like her?" queried Scarlett, gently licking her lips as her dark, amazing nipples continued to ripen.

"She has the firmest, roundest pair of white girl titties I have ever cum across. That's what I like," I whispered softly, nervously cupping Scarlett's nape, pulling her closer to steal another taste of her glossy lips as she fished my hard cock from my fly and pumped it softly.

Without saying a word, Scarlett hiked her skirt up around her waist and dropped to her knees in front of me, spreading her legs slowly atop the carpet. The tiny crotch of pretty panties was dark and damp. The scent of her arousal floated up from between her thighs like the embers from a raging fire, flaring my nostrils, ramping up the production of hot steamy seed in my balls. God, I wanted this sexy vixen.

My horny classmate then unbuckled my pants, pulled them down over my ass cheeks, and pushed them down around my ankles, giggling softly as my hard meaty cock slapped her in the face. Her heart was filled with caution, but her eyes were glowing with hunger as she reached timidly for my fully erect cock. Her hand trembled softly as her long slender fingers slid around it mid-length and squeezed while I watched.

She smiled, looking up at me seductively, licked her lips again, then softly kissed the tip, locking her eyes on mine as she slowly sucked it in. I had waited a long time to feel those wet silky lips around my cock. I moaned softly as she ran the tip of her tongue around the ridge, then gently swabbed the crown of its spongy head. She was teasing me, making me harder, watching my reactions until the time was right.

Scarlett's head slid quickly down over my throbbing length, her tight lips slid over rigid shaft like fresh Asian silk across polished steel, deliciously mapping the contour of every bulging blue vein until they reached my balls. I smiled as those painted red lips repeatedly slid up and down my hard throbbing shaft, quicker than a whiskey shot down the back of my throat on any given Friday night. Scarlett was a talented little cock sucker, breathing through her nose as my cock stretched and filled her bottomless throat. I could hear her gag softly, and the sound of my precum bubbling on the back of her tongue. Her tits swayed softly; her nipples prominent beneath her top as she sucked hungrily.

"MMMMMMM, suck it dirty girl," I whispered, getting lost in the moment, tilting my head back, moaning loudly as I tangled my fingers in her auburn hair. Her eyes began to water and sweet clear precum ran down her chin. "How does that plow boy cock taste?" I asked, feeling her head lift.

"S-o-o-o fucking good!" she purred, fingering her pussy beneath her panties, gasping for breath, looking up at me, stroking my throbbing wet shaft as tiny precum bubbles blossomed from her nostrils, and a thick strand of precum and saliva sagged between her lips and the shiny wet head of my cock before falling onto her chest.

She slid her precum covered lips quickly back down onto my cock and just kept sucking, slobbering, and stroking. I knew that if she didn't stop now, my release was going to blow her fucking head off. I reached down and gently pulled her to her feet, kissing her passionately, tasting my cock on her lips. I led her slowly over to the end of the barrel rack and the waiting ropes. She grabbed the top ropes in her hands and stood there obediently, facing the sides of the barrels as I tied the rest of both ropes snuggly around her wrists.

After taking a step back and pulling up my jeans, I snapped the button, allowing my hard throbbing cock to breathe. I dropped to my knees and gently grabbed one of her ankles a time, softly pulling her legs apart, inhaling the scent of her unseen cunt as I tied her standing, spread eagle to the end of the rack. She wiggled her hot sexy ass and licked the taste of my cock from her lips as I finished placing her in bondage, plow boy style.

I eased up behind her slowly, slipping my fingers gently beneath the bottom of her cropped top, pushing the underside of my hard wet cock against the skirt covered crack of her ass. I lifted her top upward until her firm round C-Cup tits were fully exposed. The bumpy perimeters of her large areolas were drawn up tight, even darker than before it seemed. The more aroused she became, the darker they turned and the more they swelled.

The tips of her nipples were now sewing thimble size, filled with blood, ready to be sucked, bitten and tugged. I slowly pulled her short, tight, denim skirt up above her hips, her heart shaped ass quickly took center stage. I gave each ass cheek a gentle slap and watched as her firm round buttocks wiggled briefly, then settled softly. My brief visual inspection revealed a complete lack of tan lines.

One might expect such a thing from a high society slut from the Lonestar State. One of the spoils of life in a gated community, I guess. Her silky-smooth ass cheeks were nicely bronzed, the narrow butt floss ribbon of her sexy red lace thong was pulled up tightly between them. She sighed softly as I pushed her skirt up over her waist and stood their silently. I curled my fingers around the damp narrow gusset of her thong; she yelped loudly when I gave them a hard yank and ripped the pretty, wet panties from her quivering body.

Scarlett stood there nervously, facing the barrels helplessly, bound tightly at her wrists and ankles with sweat beading up on her perfect bronze flesh, trickling down the small of her back, disappearing into her ass crack. She watched me silently, looking over her shoulder as I peeled off my shirt, kicked off my boots and stepped out of my jeans. She smiled and wiggled her naked ass. With her soggy delightfully scented panties in one hand, I grabbed my thick hard cock with the other and gave it a few gentle strokes.

My hunger for Scarlett, much like the top shelf bourbon sitting dormant in the many rows of charred oak barrels that filled the rack house, had grown stronger and darker over time. Every passing season, every changing season, played a role in the vital and necessary aging process. Countless nights lying awake in bed masturbating, fantasizing about what it would be like to fuck her were about to be banished, cast away forever, replaced by one deliciously erotic memory of one night spent balls deep inside her.

The sweet girl's bouncy breasts noticeably rose and fell, her thighs were athletic and firm. The sweet, intoxicating scent of her arousal continued to blend nicely with the steamy bourbon laden air six floors up in the sauna-like rack house. She took a deep breath as I approached her slowly from behind and gave her sexy heart shaped ass a couple of slap-squeezes. She watched as I reached up and pulled down a piece of pristine black silk from the upper barrel support, revealing three recent hash marks gouged into surface of the cross beam, and folded it into a long narrow strip.

She purred softly as I placed it gently over her eyes, wrapped it around her head, and knotted it below her high and tight ponytail. She inhaled deeply and shook softly as I pressed my hard cock against the crack of her bare ass, letting my warm slippery precum dribble onto her buttocks. I pulled the pretty, pantie matching, red ribbon from her hair, dragging it between her tits, as her cottony soft tresses fell over her shoulders.

"Oh fuck," She whispered, her skin goose fleshing in the heat with excitement.

"Tell me sweet Scarlett, does this pussy smell needy to you?" I asked, covering her nose and mouth with her freshly stripped, hungrily ripped panties, covering her face like I was some villain in a B-rated movie, and the panties were a chloroform-soaked rag.

"Oh! You dirty fucker!" she snarled, gasping lightly, turning her head as I threw her torn panties down onto the pile of my clothes.

She was panting in the August heat like an eager young puppy, moaning like the Tulsa wind, clenching her bare ass cheeks in the soft warm glow of the emergency exit light.

"Any final requests?" I asked teasingly, kissing my way softly and slowly down her spine, before standing back up, placing my hands on her hips.

"Just don't hurt me, I'm trusting you dammit, don't let me down," She whispered softly, bound, and now blindfolded.

"I won't, I promise," I whispered, back, mouthing at the backside of her earlobe as I gave her right ass cheek a stinging open-handed slap.

"Oh!" she yelped. "Is that cock as long lasting as it is hard," Scarlett grunted, pulling nervously at the restraints, as her ass check began to redden. She was fully aware that she was about to get fucked long and hard. "I don't want a two-pump chump," she chuckled. It was her last act of defiance.

"Is this pussy as sweet as it is wet," I chuckled back, cupping her swollen, bristly, neatly trimmed mound from behind, dragging two fingers slowly over her dripping slit, dipping the tips into her honey well, before pulling them softly up between her ass cheeks, smearing her thick creamy juices all over her throbbing ass pucker.

"MMMMMM, fuck," she whispered as my palm covered her ass crack and my fingers toyed with her sparkling star.

I knelt softly behind her enjoying the sight of her slightly agape, furry pussy, and the smooth, hairless, darkened triangle of shiny flesh that framed her tight, quivering forbidden ring. Her pubes were perfectly shaped and neatly trimmed. The scent of her fertile, needy cunt made my already twitching cock throb and pushed a huge droplet of warm slippery precum to the tip as I spread her ass cheeks and pushed my face between them. Precum ran down the underside of my smooth veiny shaft and across my balls, dripping like molasses onto the dust covered floor.

Eager for a taste, I pressed my nose tightly to the gathered pink ring of her asshole and softly kissed her fleshy hood, running my hands slowly and softly up over the front of her upper thighs, I pulled her closer as I traced the outline of her glistening inner lips. Inhaling deeply as my tongue sampled her holes. The taste of her pussy was sweet and addictive, the tickle of her pubes was soft and extremely feminine, the sight of her asshole softly spasming was erotic. I could have licked her pretty holes for hours.

"OH GOD!" she moaned, pushing her ass back against my face, rocking her hips, rubbing it softly against my nose and cheeks. "Lick it," she whispered, "Lick my ass," she begged hungrily, tightening her Kegels, making her asshole tighten slightly.

As she begged, I gently placed my hands over the creases where her toned sexy thighs met her buttocks, spread them with my thumbs and gazed upon the beauty of her forbidden triangle, blowing over it softly, watching it tighten. I pressed the cheek of my face to the cheek of her ass and launched a sneak attack on her pretty pink ring, swabbing it softly up and down, circling it with the tip of my tongue, slowly painting the darkened delicate flesh around it a lovely shade of wet, sucking at it often before I full on tongue fucked her inviting ass.

"So, this is what I missed out on so many years ago," I thought to myself, spreading her gorgeous ass cheeks wide again, dragging my tongue slowly upward from the tip of her dripping pink clit to the small of her back, wetting and tasting every warm delicious inch of forbidden flesh in between. I licked at her pussy and sucked on her ass until she shattered against me like a piece of plate glass. Her loud scream slowly faded to a helpless whimper as she squirted in my face, soaking my chin with her powerful release.

Scarlett was well-primed, and ready to be fucked. The meaty lips of her pussy were dark pink and juicy, like prime rib, hanging open, protruding from her swollen hairy mound, fluttering, and glistening, begging to be fucked. Her delicious scent filled my nostrils and permeated my senses, making my hard wet cock throb more violently. I had a fresh coating of liquid redemption on my face and full load of hot steamy seed warming in my balls. If she needed fucked as badly as she claimed, I was the man for the job.

"Take me," she moaned, curling the fingers on both her hands into fists, turning her head toward the sound of my voice, since she was blindfolded and couldn't see me. "Fuck this needy slut already, you damned tease. Make me your fuck toy," she purred anxiously.

Standing slowly, I eased up to her heavenly frame, pressed my smooth hard cock to the wet crack of her ass, then reached around and cupped her softball sized tits. She tilted her head softly to one side and moaned, exposing her jugular as I placed warm wet butterfly kisses against her neck and down over her shoulder, her nipples throbbed between my fingers from the soft caresses, the kisses, and smell of her pussy was heavy on my breath.

My cock was rock hard and firmly bowed, I pressed my thumb against the top of my shaft, pushed it toward my feet, then slipped it between her thighs until the swollen ridge around the helmet shaped head pressed upward against her dripping lips, and the tip oozed precum all over her throbbing clit. I rocked slowly back and forth, teasing her warm, wet opening, keeping what she wanted most from her. She shook, shuddered, and dripped with need, panting and clawing at thin air, before finally screaming out.

"GIVE IT TO ME!!!" She screamed, pulling against the ropes "Just give it to me," she whimpered.

Like any gentleman would have, I gave it to her. I pulled my thumb slowly from the top of my shaft and let my cock spring up into her. She gasped as the swollen, throbbing purple head parted her lips, then squealed as my thick meaty shaft pushed it deeper. I moaned with pleasure and smiled with pride as I rocked my hips and slid slowly balls deep inside her. Her hot creamy pussy was tighter than a mouse's ear. The deeper I went, the tighter it got, forcing a crescendo like groaning sound from her lips, that climbed in pitch like a musical scale. A sound that quickly turned into a long gut-wrenching scream as my balls bumped her exposed clit.

"Oh Fuck!" She moaned, squeezing my plunging cock tighter and tighter.

Less than a dozen long, slow thrusts of my hips produced her second orgasm of the evening. She cum all over my cock and balls this time instead of my chin. I wrenched and tugged her hard throbbing nipples in disbelief as her warm creamy juices dripped from my balls onto the floor and ran down the insides of her widespread thighs. After weathering the storm of her sudden release, I found my rhythm and started giving her the fucking she was literally begging for. An ass rippling, ball slapping, twenty-minute-long power fuck, that put her in orbit three more times before it ended.

"RIGHT FUCKING THERE YOU BASTARD!" she screamed, panting and slobbering as I drove it home. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the rafters of the otherwise quiet house. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! she wailed, as I slapped and caressed her ass cheeks, and sucked the flesh between her shoulder blades.

"Cum you horny little slut, I want it all!" I growled and moaned, slapping the sides of her tits with my fingers as they bounced wildly up and down, leaving red impact marks on her firm round globes. "I love a horny little slut!" I whispered in her ear, pulling back on her hair as the sweaty blindfold slid slowly down the bridge of her nose.

"Am I a good slut Uhl? Am I?" she asked, needing to be praised between the moans, groans, and slaps, slamming her ass back, grinding it on my cock as I slid in and out of her wet, slippery cunt. Her thick creamy juices were splashing all over my pelvis and running down the front of my thighs every time our sweaty bodies slammed together.

"The best angel!" I told her with a shaky voice, readying for my own orgasm. I placed my hand

over her ass crack, my fingers pointing towards the small of her back. I curled my thumb and pressed it softly to her sweaty ass pucker and held it there, only breaching her shiny wet ring as my own orgasm arrived.

"OH SHIT!" she screamed, as my thumb pushed in, her pussy coating my swollen throbbing cock once more.

I pulled her hair and slammed my cock deep just as it exploded. Her body jerked every time a hot steamy rope of my pearlescent seed splattered against her cervix, yelping and squealing while my balls emptied. I shuddered and bucked, losing control as my hot gooey load flooded her womb and painted the abraded, gaping walls of her thoroughly fucked cunt.

"HOLY FUCK!" I moaned, slowing my thrusts, as our combined orgasms oozed from between us, taking a step back, pulling my still hard cock from her battered pussy, watching it drip.

My mind was racing; I was in the zone. My cock was still hard and wanting more. Scarlett collapsed spent against the ropes, her sweaty naked body sagging in the middle, perspiration soaked and sated. She was gasping for breath as I rubbed her right ass cheek softly with my cock, milking the last few residual drops of my steamy white load to the tip, smearing it over both her glowing red ass cheeks. I took a wobbly step back, watching as it ran down my shaft and over my fingers. I smiled softly, having staked my unspoken claim in the most carnal, most primal way.

The moisture beaded, soft dark auburn curls that covered her firm swollen mound billowed between her trembling, sweaty thighs, flanking the cum dripping lips of her freshly fucked pussy as she arched her back, tightened her ass cheeks, moaned out a heavy sigh, and pushed a large glob hot creamy cum from her well used cunt. The steamy, creamy glob splattered onto the century old hand-hummed Kentucky White Oak floor and smoldered in the heat, six floors up in one of the oldest buildings in the compound.

I chuckled at her dismal, half-hearted efforts to expel my seed. I knew that deep inside, she wanted it desperately, deep inside her is where it remained. I grabbed my still hard, cum slathered, veiny cock at the base, nestled the slippery head between her ass cheeks, tangled my fingers even tighter in her sweaty hair, pulled her head back, and sucked at her neck flesh. If the hesitation in her stride and the teeth marks on her shoulder don't tell the story in the morning of how she spent her evening, my cum seeping from her ravaged tender asshole would speak volumes in the light of day.

"The word around campus was that you liked it in the ass," I whispered placing my hands firmly on her perspiration beaded hips as my wet creamy load slowly trickled down the insides of her trembling thighs like pancake batter.

"Did you believe everything you heard on campus plow boy?" she chuckled, rolling her hips, rubbing her quivering pink ass pucker against the cum covered head of my cock.

"Not always, sometimes I like to find things out for myself," I told her gently caressing her left ass cheek.

"Trust me stud, you've never had an ass like this," she purred, still panting softly, stifling a very wanton, very needy whimper.

"That's a pretty bold claim," I told her. "I've had my share of asses in my lifetime." I added, kissing her nape sucking at the top of her shoulder.

"It's not a brag Honey, just a fact." She replied, gasping for another breath, pushing her hungry ass back.

"Someone still sounds needy?" I chuckled softly, standing behind her, gently pumping my hard cock, waiting briefly for the wind to leave its sails. It never did.

"I've wanted that big dick in my ass since senior year," she confessed, panting and squirming as her freshly fucked pussy dripped and my warm glistening cum trickled further down the insides of her shaking thighs.

"Is that so? Tell me more," I chuckled softly, tugging at her nipples.

"Ever since that St Patrick's Day Party at the frat house," she said, tugging at the ropes anxiously, her gaping pussy now dripping like rain from a hot tin roof. "I went to the bathroom upstairs, on my way back down the hallway I heard screams coming from one of the bedrooms, the door wasn't shut all the way, so I stopped curiously and peeked in. You and that slutty little Mexican chick named Sofia were naked on the bed. She was face down and you were fucking her in the ass," revealed Scarlett, tugging harder at the ropes, getting her second wind.

"I remember that party," I told her.

"I bet you do, you were the most popular drink there," she sighed.

"Go on..." I whispered.

"You had your hand flat between her shoulder blades pinning her to the mattress," said Scarlett. "She was biting the corner of the pillow, clawing at the sheets, and screaming with pleasure. I rubbed my pussy while I watched, until my panties were soaked," she confessed. "It was early, and all the bitch did that night was brag to the other girls about how big your dick was and how she took it up the ass. When I got back to the dorm, I was drunk and dildo fucked my ass until I cum, pretending it was me you were fucking that night.

I started to explain what happened that night, but Scarlett wasn't listening. She still had an itch, and it needed to be scratched; right now.

"Are you going to sodomize me Whiskey man; or are you just going to talk about it?" she taunted, wiggling her ass. "My ass is prepped and ready if you have the balls to take it," she quipped. "If you have ever wanted my ass, you better take it now. Take it before I change my mind and disappear forever."

"Oh, I'm going to take it princess," I told her, slipping my middle finger two knuckles deep into her tight little ass, verifying her claim that it was prepped and ready. "I'm going to pound it like I stole it and fill it like I own it," I growled, stepping up to plate.

"Talk dirty to me Uhl, it makes my pussy drip," she pleaded.

"Honey your pussy is already dripping," I whispered back, pressing the cum soaked head of my ready cock to her delicious pink ring.

"Don't deny me you bastard! Take what you want, just give me what I need," she tried to bargain nervously, panting and pulling at the ropes.

I leaned gently into her as she pushed her ass back trying to draw my thick rigid cock into her needy cylinder. I pushed in slowly, watching her pucker stretch tightly over the tip until the swollen, pink head disappeared completely inside her. With her asshole gripping my shaft just below the ridge, I stopped and let her catch her breath, as her body stiffened. She tried to relax as I flexed my groin muscles and pumped liberal amounts of warm slippery semen laced precum up her ass.

"Fuck you're big," she whimpered, moaning long and hard, her hard dark nipples were suddenly throbbing between my fingers like runway lights.

"God, you're tight," I told her, holding her at a distance, watching as the shaft of my meaty cock slid deeper into her ass.

"Give it to me God dammit! Fuck my ass!" she screamed with tears of need trickling down her cheeks from beneath the sagging blindfold, her mascara following.

The first powerful thrust of my hips took her breath away as I fed her hungry ass half my length, the second brought it back quickly when I slid balls deep. She screamed and shook with unbridled pleasure as my entire length disappeared into her ass. Her ass cheeks flattened against my pelvis and my balls pressed against the back of her wet, creamy thighs. Her legs trembled against mine, and her body stiffened in my arms. My cum drenched cock slid easily in and out of her hot tight ass.

In no time at all she was slamming her ass back against me like a coil spring piece of playground equipment, up and down, side to side, rocking her hips, fucking me every which way but loose. She had the most resilient and elastic asshole I had ever encountered on a woman. The harder and longer we fucked the dirtier her mouth became. She was a wanton little fuck slut. Her wrists and her ankles were turning red beneath the ropes, but she kept right on fucking, right on begging, and right on cumming.

"Fuck me Uhl! Fuck me hard! Give me that Dick!" she squealed as I pounded her mercilessly from behind.

Scarlett moaned and groaned hungrily, pulling at the ropes, with her fingers clenched into fists. Her tight little asshole tugged at my cock as I pulled back, then collapsed around it as I slammed forward. I power fucked her little pucker, just the way I had for years in my elicit masturbation fantasies. The sound of my pelvis slapping quickly against her wet sweaty ass became almost hypnotic, the feel of her tight asshole sliding up and down my shaft was almost therapeutic. I growled, pulled her by hair and slapped her naked ass while I took what I wanted.

"Take it you little butt-fuck slut!" I taunted, railing her ass hard and deep from behind, my balls were slapping hard against her wet, cum dripping pussy. Out of nowhere a pleasure-filled scream spewed from her lips and she squirted all over my balls. One, two, three strong orgasmic streams shot from her pussy and splattered against me. Our hair was soaked, and our bodies were starting to turn clammy. I was afraid that heat exhaustion was beginning to set in, but I kept on fucking her, pounding her, taking her in the oppressive heat. I waited so long.

"Good Girl," I whispered, as my own orgasm began to build, my cock throbbing steadily inside her viselike ass; I was pulling completely out, then slamming back in

The extreme heat was clearly taking its toll and like it or not we needed to end our marathon fuck before someone got hurt. Scarlett wasn't nearly as vocal or needy as she was before, and her strength seemed to be fading. She had fucked me like a minx, her eyes were rolling back in her head, and her body was going limp against the ropes. I smacked the cheeks of her face lightly trying to keep her coherent. I let out a gut-wrenching moan and arched my body against her and held her tight as my cock erupted in her ass, flooding her with another thick creamy load. I pumped her full as I whispered her name.

I pulled my spent cock from her gaping ass and watched it drip for only a second, then dropped quickly to my knees and struggled with the ties at her ankles, sliding her legs together as I stood up, feeling her asshole drip warm slippery cum down the front of my thighs as I untied her wrists. I spun her around slowly and laid her on the floor, slapping her face softly again as she tried to catch her breath. I helped her up, put my arm around her, my right hand in her armpit. As gingerly and as quickly as I could, I walked her down six flights of stairs, each floor felt a little cooler, a little more soothing on our faces than the last.

We shuffled out the door and stood beneath the security light halfway up the side of the gray weathered building. I stripped off her clothes quickly, then scooped her up in my arms and carried her barefoot and naked to the river. I walked into the cool water at a shallow point where some of the local kids come to fish, until I was waist deep, then lowered her to her feet. The combination of the cool night air and the softly flowing river water brought her around quickly. Soon she had her arms around my neck begging me to keep her warm. Thank God she was laughing and giggling.

Apparently while on her rounds, Morgan had heard all the commotion. She came running down the bank and met us at the water's edge. She took Scarlett by the hand and led her slowly to the golf cart as I followed behind, the water dripping from my body and spent cock, pushing the wet hair from my face. She sat Scarlett down and gave her a cold bottle of water from a cooler strapped to the security cart. She sat on the back of our cart beneath the overhead light, the bite marks on her shoulder, the handprints on her ass, and the cum seeping from both her holes were all clearly visible.

"Jesus, Mr. Wett, what did you do to her?" asked Morgan, quite concerned.

"It's OK baby, I asked him to do it," replied Scarlett, before I could answer, her voice cracking slightly.

Morgan's concern soon turned to envy when she realized I had never fucked her like that. I had sent her home with handprints on her creamy white ass cheeks and suck bruises on the lips of her puffy pussy before, but nothing quite like this. I walked back upstairs, back into the heat to get my clothes. I dressed before coming back down, trying to clear my head and understand what makes a woman, any woman long to be used like that. When I got back to the tiny parking lot, Morgan had dried Scarlett off and was helping her get dressed.

We took our time getting back to the office. Scarlett was almost asleep by the time we did. We sat beneath the stars and drank another water, both of us were dehydrated and needed sleep. Her nipples were still hard and poked nicely against her sweat drenched top. Our unexpected reunion had been intense. I'm not sure either of us anticipated it turning out quite the way it did, but Scarlett had taken the time to prep her ass, so maybe she did. I patted her bottom softly and pulled her close.

"I'm not taking you back to the hotel sexy, you're going to stay with me tonight. I'm worried about you," I told her softly, she just nodded her head and pressed it to my chest. "Try not to leave snail trails all over me seat," I told her chuckling, lifting her chin, smiling wide.

"I'll try, but someone ripped off my panties," she giggled, kissing me softly, staring into my eyes as I combed my fingers slowly through her long, wet hair.

I climbed on the bike first; Scarlett soon did the same. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and pressed her head against my shoulder. She purred softly as the Milwaukee steel beneath us bellowed and shook. I knew the vibration at speed would feel good against her tender pussy. She was extremely quiet on our way to the house; at one point I thought she had fallen asleep until I felt her hand rub my crotch. It was well after 2 A. M. when we pulled into the drive. I hit the button on the tiny remote, hanging from the ignition key, and the overhead door opened slowly.

Scarlett, tired, sore, and physically drained, disappeared into the house through the kitchen door as I eased the bike back into its spot in the garage, gave the throttle a quick twist, and shut it off. I wiped cum puddles from the seat, shut the big door and let the dog in. I threw my keys onto the kitchen table and grabbed a cold beer. I walked through the house looking for her, saying her name softly in case she had already fallen asleep somewhere. The light was on in the Master Bedroom, the ensuite door was open, and I heard water running.

When I stepped inside, I found Scarlett, her sweaty clothes lying in a pile on the floor next to the shower. She was standing naked in the center of the shower with her eyes closed, with one hand braced against the tile wall, letting the hot steamy water pelt her pretty face. I watched almost hypnotized as the water ran down between her tits, trickled across her abdomen, and filtered through the cum matted auburn hair of her lightly bruised pussy. I stripped down slowly, then stepped in to join her, taking her softly into my arms as her eyes opened. The shower stall filled quickly with the scent of wet sex as the heat and the steam intensified every delicious scent.

I grabbed a brand-new poof ball from the shower nook shelf and lathered it up as she steadied herself against me, her hand resting against my chest. We kissed intimately, locked in a lover's embrace as the water softly fell, soaking both our spent tired bodies, and steam billowed up around us. We shared an ice-cold bottle of water between kisses. I lathered her slowly from the neck down, taking my time with her tits, her nipples looked righteous, all soapy and hard. I washed her abdomen and watched it flutter, then pushed the soapy poof ball through her cum matted pubes, softly between her thighs.

"Oh shit," she moaned her lips trembling softly, as I held the soap dripping poof ball in my left hand and slid my right hand between her thighs, cupping her pretty cum filled sex.

I parted my middle fingers as I slid my hand deeper, letting them straddle her swollen meaty hood like the saddlebags over the back fender of my Harley. The stretched pink lips of her cum scented pussy were slippery and mushy in my hand, like a waterlogged bar of soap, but her clit was rock hard, protruding from beneath her hood, pulsing softly as I lathered her tender reddened folds. I had fucked her pretty hard, so I was gentle with my touch. Scarlett pressed her head to my chest and whimpered softly as I delicately fondled her sore puffy sex.

Being extremely careful, I softly scrubbed away the sticky remnants of our combined pleasure, one gentle soapy stroke at a time, leaving nothing behind but the forever memory of the merciless way I had taken her pretty pussy. She moaned softly as I squeezed her hot pink nubbin between my knuckles and teased gently at her opening with the tips of my soapy fingers. The heat radiating from her pussy was intense, the look in her eyes even more so. Lost in the moment, she shook softly against me.

"Fuck, you are bad," she whispered, digging her fingernails into my bicep, resting her head against my chest, as I polished her throbbing pearl and prodded her creamy fuck hole.

Melting beneath my touch, she turned away slowly and pressed the cheek of her face to the shower wall, pulled her wet hair forward over her shoulder and pushed her ass out nervously. The firm round cheeks of her ass were still glowing and needed some aftercare. I lathered her between her shoulder blades and washed her back, making my way slowly down to her buttocks. She whimpered and winced with pain as I softly ran the soapy ball up between her ass cheeks and careful across her cum seeping ass pucker. Her ass was swollen and sore, my hot creamy load was weeping softly from it.

Having washed her thoroughly, I rinsed her off, turned her slowly to face me and held her tight. I kissed her lips and the tip of her nose as she gently rubbed the front of her wet naked body against me. She cupped my nape as she sucked the water from my erect nipples. We had quite a fuck session in the heat of the rack house. I could have washed, dried off and gone to bed right then, but Scarlett wasn't finished yet, she made that perfectly clear with hungry kisses and her tender touch. She was already harboring two hot creamy loads and still wanted more. She was an insatiable slut.

"My turn," she said softly, stepping back.

Scarlett pumped a handful of body wash into the palm of her hand, pressed her forehead to my chest, then gently grabbed my hanging cock. She lathered it slowly, thoroughly, washing it gently and sensuously. Her fingers traced the underside of the ridge, she swabbed the head, lifted and kneaded my balls, washing behind them, pushing her soapy fingers gently over my slowly swelling perineum, teasing at my ass pucker. She was enjoying herself and I was enjoying it too. She took a step back when she was done, grabbed the handheld shower wand, and rinsed the sweet smelling, soapy residue from my body and cock.

My lover smiled softly, turned me slightly, and pushed me against the cold tile wall, my body was just beyond the reach of the warm steamy spray. She dropped slowly to her knees in the direct path of the pelting water, dragging her fingernails slowly down my chest as she lowered her gorgeous body. She spread her legs and rested her sexy ass atop the balls of her heels, she looked up at me squinty-eyed and smiled, the water was pelting her face, running down between her perfect tits, dripping from her slightly agape, well-fucked, hairy pussy. Scarlett wanted it all it seemed, she wanted the trifecta.

I had loaded both her amazing fuck holes, all that was left was her mouth. My clean wet cock hardened nicely as she stroked it and sucked it softly. She purred with delight, savoring the taste, as she worked it to perfection. I placed my hands flat against the wall on both sides of my hips and watched as she rolled her wet velvety lips over the head, then sucked half its growing length into her warm mouth. Her head bobbed quickly, and her tongue swirled softly as she sucked hungrily, needily, on my now fully erect cock like a popsicle on a hot South Texas day.

"Oh God," I whispered faintly, pushing my fingers across her temples, tangling them softly in her dark wet hair, pushing deeper into the back of her throat, watching as her throat filled and fell with every hungry bounce of her head.

Scarlett wanted to make me cum, she wanted to taste me, and she wanted the satisfaction of feeling my sweet warm cum sliding down the back of her throat. She proudly watched the pleasure filled expressions on my face as she worshipped my cock and kneaded my balls. Her fingernails raked slowly down the back of my ball sack, from their starting point just below my asshole. "Fuck this girl can suck a cock," I thought to myself quietly, watching as she slobbered and drooled.

"Feed me Uhl, let me taste it," She moaned softly, as she came up for air. "Feed this hungry slut," she smiled, rubbing her clit harder, gripping my cock tight at the base, pushing her warm wet lips back over it, pumping the lower part of my shaft in perfect rhythm with her bobbing head.

I was suddenly on the brink, standing at the threshold. My shaft was swelling, my balls were tightening, and the room was growing dark. I wanted to tell her that I was cumming, but all I could muster was a loud pleasure filled groan. She was about to find out anyway. My ass cheeks dimpled, and my thighs flexed. I shoved my hips forward in reflex as she pulled back, keeping the head of my spewing cock against her soft silky tongue. She pumped my shaft faster and purred softly as rope after hot creamy rope, although fewer than I had pumped up her ass, coated her outstretched tongue and dribbled down her chin.

She victoriously held out her cum covered tongue to show me my load, then rolled it slowly back between her lips and swallowed it down, closing her eyes, licking her lips, before forming a satisfied smile. She stood up silently, kissed my cheek, and grabbed a big white fluffy towel from the chrome hook as she stepped from the shower. I stood there in daze for a moment, watching as she gently dried off, then smiled deviously as she walked away, with her bright red ass cheeks swaying softly, and both her holes and tummy filled with cum. My cum to be more emphatic, cum that I had waited a long time to give her.

The water was beginning to run cool; I finished showering and rinsed, then dried off quickly before joining her in the bedroom. The windows were open, the curtains were floating softly, and the ceiling fan was spinning slowly. The only light on in the room was the one by the bed. Scarlett was already asleep atop the clean cotton sheets when I entered the room. I had to wake her and give her the aftercare she deserved and needed. I took an unmarked squeeze bottle from the nightstand before she positioned herself across my lap, titties down and ass up. She was beautiful in every way.

Wanting to calm her and reassure her, I deposited a modest amount of a special concoction, an aloe, cocoa butter, and lavender mixture into the palm of my hand, before rubbing them together and placing them gently upon her skin. I keep a small jar of arnica cream close by for those bruised spots. She looked so innocent laying across my lap, with the undersides of her tits pressing against the side of my left thigh and the northern edge of her soft damp pubes tickling the side of my right. My spent cock pressed against her tummy throbbing at the sight. She moaned softly as my lotion covered fingers pressed against her warm red ass cheeks.

"It's cold," she giggled sleepily, spreading her thighs slowly, placing her right foot on the floor, partially exposing both her well-fucked holes.

"How does that feel pretty girl?" I asked smearing the lotion in slow, gentle circles over her buttocks, pushing my fingers down over the back of her thighs, curling them over the inside of her left thigh, pushing them deeper as she trembled, dragging them back up slowly letting them graze the wet meaty lips of her pussy on purpose. She simply purred and smiled.

I spread her ass cheeks softly and gazed at her tiny little ass pucker. It was red, swollen, and sore. My hot creamy cum was still gently bubbling from the center. I had put quite a load up her ass. Scarlett let out a heavy sigh as she started to relax and come down. Her nipples softened slowly as the heat rising from her pretty well-spanked buttocks began to cool. I massaged the insides of her thighs, her ass cheeks, and her lower back. She turned her head towards me and smiled softly, whimpering lightly as my fingers softly caressed the creamy, delicate flesh around her asshole.

"Stand up sexy girl," I told her, squeezing her right buttock, enjoying the feel of her naked body against me as she did.

After grabbing the Arnica cream from the nightstand and laying it on the bed, I spread my legs and Scarlett moved gingerly between them. She pushed her fingers through my hair and pulled my face to her breasts. She moaned softly as I loosely mouthed her soft delicate nipples, kissing around each areole, licking each nipple gently, sucking at the tips lightly, raking my teeth across them slowly as I pulled her closer. I applied first aid cream to the rope burns visible around her wrists, watching her pussy spread open as she lifted one foot at a time up onto my thigh so I could apply the cream to red rings around her ankles.

"Oh God, you are so naughty," she whispered, swaying softly, rubbing her thighs against my cock and balls, smiling as she watched me begin to harden again.

Pushing her away softly, I placed my hands on her firm tanned hips and closed my legs as I spun her slowly to face the mirror on the wall. She looked like an angel in the reflection,

"Ease back and straddle my lap sexy," I said softly, pulling her naked ass back against my chest, sucking lightly at the small of her back, kissing my way slowly up along her spine as she lowered her sexy ass, pushing it downward, rubbing it against my chest.

My very resilient cock was hard again, not "drive nails" hard like it was a few hours earlier in the rack house, when I wrecked both her hungry fuck holes in a lust driven frenzy, but solid enough that she was able to reach between her trembling thighs, grab the shaft like a flashlight and guide it gently into her cum filled pussy as she sat down on my lap. Her ass cheeks pressed against my pelvis and her legs draped over mine. I wrapped my arms around her and softly cupped her breasts as she slid to a stop with the spongy pink head of my cock resting against her womb.

"I love the way your cock feels inside me," she moaned, lowering her ass slowly onto my lap taking me balls deep once again into her tight warm pussy.

"How does it make you feel?" I whispered softly, filling my palm with lotion again, rubbing my hands together, then gently massaging her tits, covering them with lotion, then caressing the insides of her tender shapely thighs.

"So hot, so horny, so alive," she replied softly, slowly lifting her ass until just the head remained inside her, then sliding quickly back down it's creamy length.

Scarlett covered my left hand with hers and directed my fingers over her left breast, they slid easily over her lotion covered nipple. Her right hand slid slowly down the front of her body. I watched in the mirror as her fingertips pushed slowly through her damp. neatly trimmed bush, and pulled back her meaty pink hood, exposing her blood-filled clit. She parted her lips, circled the bulbous, almost white nubbin with her middle finger, and strummed it softly as she closed her eyes.

"Ahh, but how does my cock make you feel inside?" I asked her, gently squeezing and tugging at her throbbing nipples.

"Like a wanton little submissive slut," she answered. "Like a fuck toy pulled from the shelf, thrown on the bed and used.," she moaned, with her fingertip circling her launch button quicker.

She sighed softly, then placed her hands flat against the top of my knees and leaned forward softly. The walls of her pussy tightened around me as she lifted her ass slowly, her wet, meaty lips swabbed the length of my shaft as she rose to the tip. Her well used ass winked at me as she rocked her hips and polished the head of my cock like a piece of fine silver. She groaned as she lowered her ass slowly, grinding and gyrating her hips as her ass cheeks flattened against my thighs, rubbing the perimeter of my cock head with her soft cum covered cervix.

"OH SHIT!" She moaned, tossing her head back, letting her wet hair slap my face, fall over her shoulders and cascade down her back. "God, I need this," she whispered, reaching over her shoulders with both hands, pushing her fingers through my hair, tangling them softly as her carnal needs began to consume her.

"Fuck me toy. This is your time, take what you need," I told her softly kissing her nape and the goose-fleshed skin between her shoulder blades, gripping her knees, spreading her thighs wider so I could watch my hard cock slide in and out of her fuzzy wet pussy, and see her excitement glisten on my balls in the reflection, as I fucked her slowly from below.

"Fuck lover! I'm going to cum," she groaned, arching her back softy, bearing down on my dick, rocking her hips as the floodgates opened.

"Give it to me," I whispered, rocking my own hips as I kissed her nape, squeezing her tits tighter, feeling her fingernails poke against the underside of my shaft as she polished her meaty pearl.

"Jesus Uhl, take me," she moaned, shuddering on my lap as her warm gentle release flowed from around my thick veiny shaft, her thick creamy juices poured gently over my smooth-shaven balls like a warm summer rain. "Cum plow boy, cum in my pussy," she pleaded. "Claim this horny slut."

She was begging for it, but she didn't have to. My fourth and final load of the evening was already surging through my loins. I gave her hard dark nipples a final tug and moaned softly in her ear as my sore tired cock erupted gently inside her. I melted slowly like a candle, against the silky walls of her spasming pussy, one gentle throb after another as my balls emptied. I held her close, kissing lightly at the teeth marks on her shoulder as our very tender, very intimate after-care session ended in the early morning hours.

Scarlett eased silently up off my cock, turned to face me with a happy smile, then dropped softly to her knees with her pussy dripping. She gripped my spent, cum coated cock at the base, then licked slowly upward with one long tongue dragging motion. She wiggled the tip of her tongue against my frenulum, squeezing the shaft softly, and pushing per fist toward the head. I watched and smiled as she loudly slurped the last few droplets of my sweet release from the tip like she was sucking the head from a freshly drawn draft beer.

"Good Girl," I whispered, leaning back on my hands, my elbows locked behind me, as she got another taste of my sweet warm cum.

She stood up slowly as she eased gently back, licking her lips, flipping her long damp hair seductively over her shoulder. She climbed up onto the bed and reached for the top sheet. I turned off the faux antique light on the nightstand and lay down beside her. She wiggled her butt, placed her arms over her head and whispered softly in the darkness.

"Goodnight sexy man," she purred, placing her arms to her sides, stretching the soft cotton sheet over her firm round breasts and rock-hard nipples.

I woke an hour or so later to find her head resting on my chest, her arm lying across my body, and her right thigh draped gently over mine. Both of us were exhausted; but we only slept for a couple of hours. Early the next morning, I woke to the weight of her soft feminine body atop mine. Her lips were kissing my chin and cheeks; her fingers were pushing through my hair. She was rocking her hips softly, rolling them slowly, rubbing her warm, cummy pussy against my cock as it hardened slowly between us. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, giving her left ass cheek a playful slap as she yelped, laughed, and giggled.

The sweet scent of Scarlett's arousal hung heavily beneath the covers like the smoke from a distant fire. My cock was hard and throbbing by the time she reached behind her, gripped the shaft firmly and guided me in. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes slowly shut, her body shivered, and her nails dug into my chest as she pushed her cum dripping lips gently down onto its veiny length. Her thighs quivered lightly as the big spongy head grazed her cervix and nudged her womb. I cupped her hanging breasts softly, my fingers to the sides, my thumbs worked her swollen ripe nipples like the joysticks on a game controller.

"God, I love your cock!" she whispered, squeezing it tightly with her creamy pussy, kissing along my jawbone, sucking at my neck, nibbling at my earlobe, as she rocked slowly up and back.

Scarlett closed her baby blues, rocking softly as she tilted her head forward, arched her back, then shook against me like the California coast, lifting her sexy teardrop shaped ass, gyrating her powerful hips, circling the throbbing pink head of my steadily spewing cock slowly with the tender mouth of her spasming cervix. I traced the bumpy perimeters of her dark shrunken areoles with the underside of my hot wet tongue, sucking softly at the granite like tips of her taut dark nipples, tugging them gently between my teeth. She moaned softly as my fingers spread her ass cheeks, changing the feel of my gentle release as it poured inside her.

A long, deep guttural moan escaped from her lips flowing warmly and softly over my chest. The two of us erupted together silently in synchronized harmony, our fluids blending inside her stuffed little cunt, a perfect erotic cocktail that found its way quickly to the soft cotton beneath us. I held her close, kissing the top of her head as we greeted the first sliver of morning light beaming through the partially open blinds. We smiled together as it crawled softly across the floor toward the bed where we laid naked, tangled, and spent, on damp, sex scented sheets, ushering in a brand-new day and the promise of a new beginning.

"That was amazing," She purred squeezing my softening cock tightly with the freshly coated walls of warm silky pussy, laying her head on my chest., drawing tiny circles in the soft dark hair around my nipples.

"Good morning," I whispered, it was all that needed to be said. I softly squeezed her buttocks, my cock still inside her, before drifting back off to sleep.

After waking a few hours later and another long, hot, soapy shower, we drove by the hotel. I sat on the bed and watched as she changed clothes, then brushed her teeth. We picked up her things, then checked her out. I took her into town for breakfast at this little diner I like a lot; a "Mom-n-Pop" kind of place. We chatted with the locals for a while, enjoyed a home cooked meal, then made plans for the day. We stopped by the grocery store just up the road and picked up a few things for dinner and a bottle of white wine. She was going to spend her final night in the Commonwealth with me; not in some hotel, no matter how nice it was.

We spent most of the afternoon lounging with nothing but the radio on, beneath the big umbrella by the in-ground pool in my backyard. Scarlett bathed in the scorching sun for short periods, trying not to get overheated, as she worked on her tan. She seemed quite at home lounging naked by the pool with her shades on, glistening with suntan oil. I was more than happy to apply tanning oil to her firm, gorgeous body whenever she needed it. Her full round breasts and her heart shaped ass were by far my favorite places, but her toes were fun too. I couldn't help but give them a gentle suck before I oiled them up.

She seemed to like it when I straddled her torso and dribbled the coconut scented tanning oil between her tits. She pushed them together with the palms of her hands, letting her hard slippery nipples slide between her fingers. She moaned and giggled as I slid up over her amazing body and pushed the warm slippery head of my hard glistening cock between her tits. She squirmed and writhed as my gentle hip thrusts moved my shaft up and back between them, my full heavy balls, slid easily up and down her slippery sternum as my ass cheeks dimpled.

We played softly on and off all day. Scarlett and I never fled to the privacy of the house, even when the lawn service people arrived around 5 PM, and opened the side gate to my privacy fence. We just laid there on our backs, naked and oily, hand in hand as the zero-turn mower, zoomed back and forth across the grass. I smiled as Scarlett spread her legs softly, giving the college boy on the big green grass chomping machine a very unobstructed view of her sweet hairy pussy. The mirrored lenses of her sunglasses hid her eyes, but her rapidly hardening nipples did little to hide her excitement.

She never said it, but I knew she liked being seen naked, and I am sure the impure thought of becoming bedtime masturbation fodder for the young man eyeing us discreetly, made her warm, wet pussy throb. I was mentally amending the slutty girl checklist in my head. Loves anal sex? Check! Can suck a tennis ball through a garden hose? Check! Isn't shy about being naked in front of strangers? Check! Has a pussy sweeter than pure sugar? Check! I was getting a pretty good picture of the woman Scarlett had become since college. A picture that I liked a lot.

Later that evening, we grilled out steaks, then drank bourbon and wine while we sat naked in the hot tub beneath the stars, reminiscing about old times and old friends, while I finger fucked her slowly below the water line. We stepped from the bubbling tub, dried each other off, then took a seat, still naked on the covered lawn swing to watch the sunset. Scarlett pulled her legs up onto the cushion and tucked them beneath her. She leaned forward and softly sucked on my semi-hard cock. We were both tired and needed sleep. I gently caressed her bare bottom, as she laid her head on my thigh and drifted off to dreamland. I closed my eyes and soon joined her.

Around midnight, the howl of a coyote off in the distance woke us both. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the house. I put her on the bed, and kissed her softly, smiling as she turned away and slid her hand up beneath her pillow, she was out of it. The relaxing combination of no sleep and wine had claimed another victim. I climbed into bed beside her and quickly fell asleep until early the next morning. It was Sunday, her last day here and my last day to enjoy spending time with her. Everything we had done since Friday night had evolved around sex; this morning was no exception.

I stirred a little and sat upright when Scarlett slid out of bed to go tinkle, it was 7 AM. I watched with partially opened eyes when she returned; and as she moved pensively around the room in the predawn shadows.

"Are you OK," I asked softly, a little concerned.

"Just restless," she nodded, looking down toward the floor. "I need some dick," she whispered, pushing her fingers through her soft curly pubes, flashing me a hungry look.

My cock hardened instantly; I stroked it gently beneath the sheet as I rolled onto my side and propped my head up with my hand.

"Then come and get it sexy," I teased, pulling back the sheets exposing my willingness to accommodate her, expressing my unselfish desire to be a good host.

I had a paper shopping bag with handles, full of old clothes that I needed to drop off at the thrift shop when I got the chance, a hand full of old neckties were lying on the top of the stack of clothes inside. Scarlett spotted them, and pulled them from the bag, counting out four of them, lying them on the bed beside me. She dragged one softly across my cock and balls, then gave me a look like a light bulb had just gone off in her head.

"Stretch out your arms and legs lover," she said softly, pulling a tie through with one hand through the circled thumb and index finger of the other. "Turnabout is fair play," She giggled.

Now, I am as Dominant as the workday is long, but to be honest; there was something very intriguing about the thought of her tying me up. What did she have planned, what was running through her pretty little twisted mind. I resisted for a while, but the feel of her hard nipples rubbing against my chest hair and the feel of her warm wet tongue lapping at my balls were both very persuasive. I eventually agreed to let her tie my wrists, but not my ankles. A true Dom seldom relinquishes total control after all. I chose to allow the illusion.

"There... That should hold you!" she said with a bright smile, climbing up onto the bed from the foot, hovering over my body, her tits hanging softly, her breath warm and gentle.

I squirmed softly and pulled half-heartedly at the makeshift restraints around my wrists as she dropped down onto her knees and elbows at the bottom of my king-size bed.

"Do you trust me Uhl? Asked Scarlett, carefully and slowly looking over my smooth hard cock like it was a priceless family heirloom. "You have a beautiful cock," she whispered, hovering above me, raking her long, painted fingernails slowly across my chest, kissing and sucking my nipples, cupping and squeezing my balls before she slid her slender fingers slowly down over its rigid length, gripping it at the swollen, tapered base.

"Do I have a choice?" I replied, pulling demonstratively against the ropes.

"You really don't, but neither did I Friday night when you ripped the panties from my pussy and wrecked my holes," she growled, slapping my now rock-hard skyward pointing cock with her fingers.

I moaned aloud, lifting and thrusting my hips, pushing my cock into her face, flinching slightly from the sting of her hand.

"I want to know about the three hash marks on the barrel rack," she said, squinting intensely as she stared into my eyes.

"Does it really matter sexy?" I asked, as I tried to get comfortable with the silk restraints. "You've already met two of them," I sighed, suddenly wishing I hadn't agreed to let her tie me up.

"Only if you want to taste my pussy again before I go and fuck me one more time," She taunted, straddling my chest reverse cowgirl, pushing her hot naked ass back towards my face.

Scarlett kept her hairy wet slit just out of the reach of my eager tongue, grinding her swollen fuzzy mound against my chest, marking me with her scent, bumping her ass cheeks against my chin as she pressed her tits to my abdomen and licked teasingly at the head of my cock. She made sure I could smell it, watch it glisten, and drip, she never let me taste it. Her dark red nipples were hard, and her lips were wet. Her warm breath flowing over me felt amazing. She gently pumped my cock and the retaliatory tease began.

"I know Morgan is one of them. Who are the other two Uhl?" she asked softly, squeezing my hot, throbbing cock tightly in her hand. "Tell me about her Uhl," she said softly, squeezing her Kegels, making her pretty, auburn-haired cunt drip honey onto my chest. "Tell me about Miss Morgan."

I wasn't sure at first, what I had to gain by coming clean about the women I had fucked. I am a private guy, a gentleman, and gentlemen don't normally kiss and tell. The scent of her pussy in my face, and the feel of her warm wet lips placing kisses down my now eagerly twitching shaft, were very persuasive, and I soon gave in. Much to Scarlett's delight, I was very forthcoming about my erotic adventures.

"What do you want to know?" I asked, as her lips kissed the tip, and her fingernails dragged softly across my balls.

"I want to know all about them," she said, lifting her head from between my thighs, looking over her shoulder at me, staring into my eyes. "I want to hear about their bodies, about their kinks and all the erotic details about the way you fuck them. Do they know about each other?" she asked curiously, mouthing hungrily on the head of my cock. "Tell me Uhl, it's time to cum clean," she winked.

Drawing in a deep breath, then letting out a heavy sigh, I began to tell her about the pretty redhead. "Morgan is my go-to girl," I told her. "The other two are mostly special occasion sluts," I added chuckling softly.

"So, she gets most of your cum?" queried Scarlett, giving the free-floating skin on my shaft a sudden jerk.

"Well, a lot of it," I told her with a nod and a moan. "She has big firm tits, with nipples the size of fifty cent pieces. She likes it when I titty-fuck her and she loves to suck the head as it plays peek-a-boo between them. Morgan has a thick red bush that curls and clings to her pussy lips when she gets wet. She can be a full-on foul-mouthed fuck bitch when she is ovulating. I like sending her home to her gamer boyfriend with my hot slippery seed seeping from her pussy. She is a fuck toy of the highest quality," I added, flexing my groin muscles, pushing precum from the head.

"Fuck," she moaned, "Tell me more," she whimpered sucking at the tip, pinching her left nipple, then spinning around to look me in the eyes as she settled between my thighs.

"Cassie; Cassie is another of the gouges in the crossbeam," I told her as she slobbered over my balls.

Scarlett continued to softly kiss and suck at the insides of my thighs, nuzzling at my smooth full balls, licking between them softly, lifting them gently with her tongue, letting them roll slowly off the tip as her fingers moved lightly up and down my veiny shaft. I watched in the full-length mirror across from the foot of the bed as her teardrop shaped ass moved up and back. Her tight little cunt was dripping wet, her thighs were moist and shiny, she seemed to enjoy hearing about my sexual conquests and adventures, so I started giving her all the naughty details.

"So, Cassie? Does she like getting the meat as much as she likes serving it?" she smirked, lifting my balls, swabbing my swollen, throbbing perineum with her hot, wet tongue, her warm breath flowing teasingly between my cheeks and across my asshole. "Tell me all about the perky little bitch," she smiled.

"Cassie is my little diamond in the rough," I told Scarlett with a subtle moan. "She has firm B-Cup titties, an amazing ass, and a thick dark, narrow landing strip, with elongated close to the bone pussy lips. She's a very talented cock sucker with a Heartbreaker smile, who loves a good facial. The first time we ever fucked was on the desk in my office, it was a present for her 21st birthday," I recalled fondly. "She likes it in the ass, just like you do" I added, lifting my head, looking down as she sucked softly on my balls.

"Do you tie her to the rack and fuck her from behind until she screams, like you did me?" asked Scarlett, sliding her hand between her thighs, plunging two fingers into her wet creamy slit.

"Like a rag doll," I replied with a chuckle. "I love stripping her down naked, tying her to the rack and fucking her ass in the wintertime," I bragged. "Her nipples get so hard and tight in the cold, and there is something about pulling my hard spewing cock from her gaping little ass, hosing down her precious buttocks, and watching the steam rise from her ass cheeks, that is quite a turn on."

"Sabrina is the other hash mark," I teasingly disclosed, as she deep throated my cock

"Now, Sabrina," she said, stroking my cock after lifting her head, tell me about Sabrina," she purred softly. "Who is she?" she asked, sucking it again.

"Sabrina is a horny little Black girl in the front office who accompanies me when I do tastings," I told her softly, moaning and writhing. "She's a Bling Girl from Chicago, who absolutely loves jewelry, with barbells in her dark chocolate nipples and a door knocker ring through her big bulbous clit.

"Does she enjoy a pearl necklace Uhl?" asked Scarlett as the erotic interrogation continued.

"She loves one, and my thick white cum is quite a contrast against her dark ebony flesh," I told her with a smile.

"How does she taste Uhl? As sweet as the whiskey?" giggled Scarlett, loudly sucking a huge droplet of precum from the tip.

"The lips of her puffy bald pussy are meaty, sweet like molasses, and soft like cotton," I sighed, as Scarlett sucked me deep.

"She sounds boring Uhl, what makes her so special?" Taunted Scarlet, squirming softly, her pussy growing wetter, tightening her grip at the base, pulling down on the loose floating skin, pulling her lips from my cock, swirling her tongue slowly around the ridge.

"Oh Fuck!" I groaned, reeling with pleasure, trying to prolong my release until after she finally saddled up.

"Tell me how you fuck her. Maybe that will make her sound a little more exciting," she joked, her hanging tits rubbing softly against the sheets as she laughed."

"Sabrina likes to ride my big white cock while I'm sitting down," I embellished. "I love the way her legs drape over my thighs and how her high heels dig into the back of my calves, I usually suck on her big tits with my middle finger shoved up her tight Black ass while she rides. She's a screamer and a creamer, much like you," I chuckled.

"You mean like this?" teased Scarlett, sucking the index finger on her left hand, wetting it before she slid it up my ass and pressed her thumb between my balls, pinning my nut sack to my swollen throbbing perineum, moving her finger slowly in and out.

"MMMMMMMM, just like that," I moaned, my cock tensing beneath her fingers as she pumped me slowly,

"Does she like to suck your cock Uhl?" asked Scarlett, working her tongue seductively back and forth over my piss slit.

"She loves to suck my cock," I growled, lifting my hips, trying to push my cock between her lips.

"Does she suck it like this?" boasted Scarlett, sliding her lips over the tip, wiggling her head, taking me deep until her nose touched my abdomen, gagging softy, sputtering often as she took it all.

"OH! SWEET JESUS!" I moaned, shuddering against the sheets, as she sucked on it hard on the way back up. "God Damn You!" I gasped trying to hold back, as my body flopped wildly.

Scarlett pulled her head from my lap, wiping the precum and saliva from her chin, as she started stroking my throbbing wet cock, gripping it tighter, pumping it faster. Soon her hand was slamming up and down my wet slippery length, I was moaning and writhing, trying not to cum, but it was too late. She slid her hand down hard and fast to the base of my shaft and pointed my pulsing cock skyward as it exploded and spewed hot cum like mount Aetna rains hot lava, splattering onto my naked flesh, running down my shaft coating her still pumping fingers.

"MMMMMMMM, Good Boy," she chuckled, smearing my hot steamy load all over my cock and balls before slurping up a mouthful on her tongue, coating her lips, then climbing on top of me. "Kiss me lover," she whispered, leaning down, making sure that I tasted my cum on her lips. "Don't you dare go soft on me," she whispered hungrily.

With a gleam in her eyes, Scarlett slid quickly down my body and guided my cum dripping cock into her tight, soggy slit. Both of us moaned aloud as she slid down onto me. My cock was still super sensitive following my orgasm and her tight wet pussy was ready to be fucked. Her tits bounced up and down, swaying softly to the sides as she rode my slippery cock. Her fingernails dug into my pectoral muscles as her pussy squeezed me tighter. Her eyes closed softly, and her mouth fell open as she found her rhythm.

"Fuck you feel good," she moaned, rocking and rolling her hips slowly, savoring the view from atop my bound naked body as she took control.

Her ass cheeks rippled, her areoles shrank, and her lips went dry. She broke out in a cold sweat as the head of my cock pounded against the underside of her diaphragm. Our teasing verbal exchanges had turned from outward teasing to hungry carnal grunts and pleasure filled moans. Scarlett rode me long and hard, like a World Finals cowboy aboard an unridden bull, her right arm swaying above her head as her sexy wet ass bounced up and down on the backbone of my rigid cock, her buttocks slapping loudly against the tops of my thighs.

This was no eight second ride and the buzzer hadn't sounded yet. Her score, not that anyone was keeping it, was going to be high, the reward would be great if she could make it to the end.

"Come on Scarlett, ride my cock, you horny slut!" I taunted. "Do I have to call Morgan and have her come over to show you how to do it properly?" I teased, with my cock swelling larger inside her as the intense pressure of my second orgasm of the morning began to slowly build.

Scarlett growled loudly, dug her fingernails deeper into my chest, drawing blood as she bounced her still weeping ass, up and down on my throbbing cock like a Kangaroo in the Australian Outback

"OH FUCK! I'm going to cum again!" she warned giving me an incoherent stare, grinding her hot, wet pussy hard atop my cock, squeezing it tightly, with her mouth open wide, sucking air like my Harley with the throttle wide open.

"Give it to me Slut! I want every fucking drop of moisture that pretty little cunt can make," I told her as she grunted and moaned, her fingers now desperately spreading her ass cheeks wider, her beautiful tits flailing uncontrollably above me as she mindlessly impaled herself. "Squirt pretty girl, soak my balls and the sheets, God dammit!"

"I CAN'T!" she squealed with visible disappointment, shaking and shuddering, with the lips of her sore red pussy fluttering against the base of my pulsing shaft. I was cumming too. "OH FUCK!" she moaned as her back arched and her body tensed, her lips opened wide. Her final trip to mountain top was marked by the slamming of her head back as the silent scream of a gut-wrenching orgasm echoed through her soul and shook her to the core.

She gave me a glassy, "No one home" stare before her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed roughly against my chest, spent and strengthless as my cock erupted inside her, feeding her already cum soaked pussy another hot gooey load. Her naked, sweat-beaded body was all but ravaged by pleasure, her chest was heaving, and her eyes were closed. She had given me everything she had. With my wrists still bound to the bedposts, I couldn't even wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. She was "out there," vulnerable and alone.

"Had I done it?" I wondered. "Had I fucked her sweet pussy dry?" As it turned out, it was just the calm following the storm.

"None of those bitches have ever spent a night my bed," I whispered, as she laid collecting herself atop me, "Not one of them."

Scarlett untied me once she had cleared the cobwebs, and was sure it was safe, once my cock had gone soft. She had laid there atop me, grinding her wet pussy against my spent cum soaked cock for about twenty minutes, before we got up and showered. I made her a Southern Style breakfast of biscuits and gravy, before we dressed and made plans for the day. We spent most of the morning and afternoon in town, just killing time. We shopped and had ice cream in the park, before finally returning home. Scarlett seemed kind of melancholy at times. In retrospect, the weekend had been one long fuck session.

Our trip to the airport that night was a quiet but interesting one. Both of our minds were busy processing the lust filled erotic events from the nights before. Scarlett unbuckled and unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and stroked it softly as I drove. She slid off the seat onto her knees in the floor to silence the warning buzzer. She sucked me softly and slowly in an attempt to inflict one final tease. I was fully erect; my cock was wet and shiny. By the time we arrived at the airport, she was in full pleasure mode, sucking, bobbing, and slurping, as we neared the terminal.

I parked at the far end of the next to last floor in the airport parking garage, furthest from the elevator, backing in slowly. I tucked away my hard cock, zipped up and exited my truck, then slowly walked around to the passenger side to open the door for Miss Scarlett like any gentleman would do. I placed my hands around her waist and gently lowered her feet to the ground from the elevated cab. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, deep kiss, sighing softly as it ended, brushing my face gently with her thumb as she pulled back.

"Thank you Uhl, for everything," she said softly. "I wasn't sure how you'd feel about me. I was nervous as hell when I saw your name next to your office door," she added. "Inside, I was proud of you but also scared to death."

"College was a long time ago pretty girl," I told her, "I didn't hold a grudge," I added, kissing her again softly before she eased back.

As Scarlett leaned over the seat to grab her Gucci purse, I grabbed the flare of her hips softly and spoke in a rather alarming voice.

"Stop! Stop! Right there!" I barked, loosening my belt with one hand, caressing her sexy round bottom with the other.

"What? What's the matter?" She asked, freezing right where she was.

"I forgot something," I told her with a chuckle, flipping the bottom of her short sundress up onto her back exposing her bare ass.

"Uh huh, what did you forget?" She smirked, looking back over her shoulder at me.

"I forgot to kiss this lovely ass goodbye," I said softly. "Didn't you have panties on this morning?" I asked, as I squatted behind her.

"I guess I lost them," she shrugged, wiggling her ass in my face. "Are you going to kiss it or not?" She purred, rocking her hips softly.

"I am," I whispered leaning forward, softly pressing my face between her ass cheeks one last time, placing a warm gentle kiss squarely on the lips of her delicious pussy.

"Damn you!" she groaned, digging her fingernails into the leather seat cover. 'Do you always get the last tease?" she moaned rolling her hips, grinding her clit against my chin as her juices coated my lips.

"Me? I never tease," I told her, pushing back her hood, sucking hard on her clit until her thighs were shaking softly and her cunt was dripping.

Scarlett whimpered softly, then squeezed my nose between her ass cheeks as I sucked on her meaty hood and ran my hands slowly up the front of her stocking clad thighs. She trembled atop her red high heels as she slid them apart to allow me better access to her moist steamy slit, moaning and writhing as I pleasured her orally from behind, lapping at her ass pucker, sucking at her tender pink nubbin, laying claim to both her sweet holes one more time before she boarded the plane for home. I gave her pretty ass pucker a special goodbye kiss and sucked briefly on her rigid clit as she smeared her wetness all over my face.

She shivered with anticipation and purred with desire when I stood up and unbuckled, pushing my tight pants to my mid thighs, freeing hard my cock, grabbing it at the base, moving slowly up behind her. Scarlett pressed her cheek softly to the passenger seat, then reached back and seductively spread her firm round ass cheeks, with her fingers. My handprints were finally gone. The lips of her tight, wet pussy parted softly; the dusky pink ring of her asshole winked nervously. I rubbed the swollen spongy head of my cock gently up and down her ass crack, depositing an ample coating of warm, clear precum in all the right places.

"Lover's choice," giggled Scarlett. "Which hole is it going to be stud?" she asked, twerking slowly up and down against the underside of my hard, veiny shaft, wiggling her warm bare ass against my smooth, hanging balls.

"I want them both," I told her, pressing the warm slippery tip to her waiting ass pucker. "We only have time to visit one," I whispered, dragging my cock firmly across the narrow ribbon of wet shiny flesh that separated her hot little fuck holes.

"O-h-h-h, God, good choice," she muttered, releasing her ass cheeks, letting them wrap around my shaft, gripping the seat bottom as I eased the head of my cock slowly into her hungry pussy, until the ridge disappeared between her swollen, puffy, outer lips.

I placed my hands on her hips, wasting little time, pushing balls deep quickly as she pressed her ass back onto my raging cock. I funneled my cock in slowly, her sucking had me granite hard. She shuddered on my cock, then started moving her body slowly up and back. I'm not a big proponent of quickies, but damn this felt good, felt right. Her moans began soft and sensual but quickly grew louder and needier. The sight of my smooth meaty shaft sliding in and out of her hairy wet pussy was a beautiful one. The feel of her curly pubes scrubbing up and down my shiny, smooth-shaven shaft was amazing.

"MMMMM, MMMMM, MMMMM," I moaned repeatedly, as I poured the meat to her in the parking garage.

"I'll be your fuck slut anywhere, anytime Uhl," she groaned, slamming back hard on my cock, rippling her bare ass against my pelvis. "Fuck my pussy!" she whispered needily.

Although our surroundings were strange to us, we were in a place we had spent a lot of time over the weekend. Scarlett's tight wet pussy was stretched over my cock, my balls were slapping the back of her thighs. She was biting her lip and whimpering, she was a wonderful fuck toy, an E-ticket ride. Our brief coupling was a lot like that final arm flailing, tit shaking rollercoaster ride at the amusement park before heading home. My cock was swelling, my balls were dancing and banging against her fuzzy mound, I was almost home.

"Take it you little slut!" I barked, giving her pretty ass a stinging single slap. "Ride my cock!"

"HARDER DAMMIT, FUCK ME HARDER," she groaned passionately, her juices coating my shaft like sweet caramel over a county fair apple. The scent of our sex was delicious; the feel of her pussy was pure heaven.

Scarlett braced herself against the center armrest with one hand and rubbed her growing clit with the other, grunting and gasping as she impaled herself on my cock. I grabbed her tightly by the hair and drove in deep. She squealed into the seat cushion as I buried my cock up the balls in her hot wet pussy. The sound of my pelvis colliding with her ass cheeks filled the cab of my truck, her G-Spot was swollen and sensitive, I rubbed it feverishly with the head of my cock. I was dangerously close, and I had a surprise for her; one she wasn't likely to be happy with.

"GOD YES! FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUM!" she pleaded desperately, as I railed her from behind, holding her wrists high and to the sides, behind her back, like the handles on my garden tiller, her braless tits were bouncing off the seat as she moved closer and closer to the summit. Scarlett was the only thing getting plowed today.

She was inching closer with every deep, powerful thrust of my hips; I had to hurry if I was going to beat her to the punch. I slammed deep, once, twice, three times.

"YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!," she screamed, as I pushed her to the brink. She was on the doorstep, so close that I could have just flexed my groin muscles to make my cock throb inside her live wire pussy and easily pushed her over the edge.

Being consumed by my own impending orgasm, I chose instead, to pull my pulsing cock quickly from her gaping slit, just as it exploded. I hosed down her naked ass with a thick shiny pearlescent glaze. Blast after hot creamy blast splattered against her ass cheeks, I smeared my thick gooey release all over her buttocks, with the cum oozing head of my cock as she stood there sprawled across the passenger seat of my truck. I milked the last two drops from the tip and watched them disappear as they trickled down between her messy ass cheeks.

"Why did you stop," She whimpered, gasping loudly. "I was almost there!" she moaned, still bent over with her clit throbbing and her pussy lips dripping. "DAMN YOU!" she growled, pounding the seat cushion with her fist as I pulled her pretty sundress back down over her cum soaked ass.

"You have a plane to catch," I told her with a vengeful smirk, pulling my pants up from my mid-thighs, tucking my spent, cum slathered cock away, zipping up slowly.

Scarlett stood there reeling for a moment with a confused needy look on her face. She had been pushed to the edge and then denied the thirst-quenching act of release. Her nipples were full and ripe, easily visible through her thin dress, her pussy was wet and gaping, and her ass was cum covered. I reached out and took her softly by the hand. Her heels clicked out a "Fuck me" cadence that echoed through the huge concrete structure as we walked. I had delivered a breath-taking ass soaking tease, leaving her just short of the finish line on purpose.

"I hope you're happy," she giggled, squeezing my hand as we walked through the terminal. "My dress is sticking to my ass," she growled.

After the mandatory screening by the TSA errantly revealed she wasn't hiding anything, we headed hand in hand to the boarding gate. Scarlett's breasts were bouncing softly, her ass was swaying like a L. A. high rise during an earthquake, her cotton dress swishing back and forth as we walked. It had been quite a weekend. I had lost count of the number of times I had buttered her hot Texas muffin. I had only taken her ass once, but it was one time neither of us would ever forget. I could hear the dick hardening sound of her damp, sticky, silk stocking tops rubbing together as we walked.

"I can't believe you pulled that off," I leaned over innocently and whispered, squeezing her hand tighter.

"Pulled what off?" she asked innocently, stopping in her tracks, pulling me aside until we were face to face.

"They had no idea," I told her as she flashed me a puzzled look. "No idea the reward of an afternoon blowjob was resting in your stomach. No idea that your pretty pussy and bright little star were overflowing with a weekend's worth of highly sought after, strictly regulated, Kentucky Boy seed," I teased. "I loaded both those holes myself," I added with a smile, pulling her to my chest.

"You asshole!" she giggled, biting playfully at my nipple, leaving a faint lipstick ring on the chest of my polo shirt. "You did load both of them," she smiled.

We talked softly as we stood in line at the ticket counter. There was a sparkle in Scarlett's eyes that I didn't see on Friday when she stood in the doorway to my office rubbing her legs together like a cricket. She crossed her arms and tried unsuccessfully to hide her hard nipples and squirmed nervously. Her juices were trickling down her thighs, and my cum was making her ass cheeks stick together beneath her sexy dress. She was full of hunger and need. I wanted to push her softly to her knees, right there in line and let everyone watch her suck me, let them witness her expertise.

"Uhl, why don't you come to Houston and spend a few days with me," she said softly. "I live in a nice part of town, called The Heights, I have a great view of the city. The nightlife there is amazing," she added. "I also have a little getaway on the beach at Galveston. We could drink cocktails all day long by the beach, watch the stars dance upon the water, and fuck the night away," she told me, squeezing my arm tightly as we walked away from the ticket counter, her ass swaying and her 4" red heels clicking rhythmically against the granite tile.

When we reached the crowded gate, Scarlett gazed softly into my eyes, then cupped my nape and pulled me close. She pressed her breasts to my chest and kissed me long and deep. She very discreetly reached down and rubbed my tender spent cock through my jeans. I instinctively cupped her ass cheeks right there at the terminal gate, her round buttocks still warm and red again beneath her dress. My pretty weekend guest kissed me one last time, released the grip she had on my cock, and softly whispered.

"I'll be back soon," she said, licking her lips. "Next time let's invite the little ginger Trollip along on the tour with us," she grinned.

"Why Miss Scarlett, is there something you've been keeping from me?" I asked curiously, thinking she might like pussy as much as I do.

"No sexy," she smiled, pushing her fingers gently across my temples and slowly through my hair. "I just want to see how the ropes fit her and make sure that she gets an opportunity to see, hear, and smell us fuck," she said softly with a sinister giggle.

I could almost feel her claws coming out as she turned away slowly, wiggled her fingers, then walked away, shaking her sexy ass as she strutted down the tunnel and boarded that big white bird bound for Texas. In just seconds she was gone, almost as quickly as she had appeared. "Seven years," I whispered to myself. Seven years I had waited to touch, taste, and take that ass. My grandpa always said, "Good things come to those who wait." I don't think Scarlett's ass was what he was referring to back then, but knowing grandpa like I did, maybe it was.

I sat on the tailgate of my truck, replaying the past forty-eight pleasure filled hours in my mind, until that bird carrying the bluest eyes in Texas was airborne and its flashing lights faded out of sight. The sun was setting, the stars were popping, and I was tired, and in desperate need of sleep. I drove home, fighting sleep the entire way, and pulled into the drive, set the alarm on my truck, unlocked the front door, and tossed my keys onto the table next to it as I entered. I walked down the hallway heading for the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing as I went.

As I slid off my cum stained boxers, I saw on the table next to the bed, the pair of white lace panties Scarlett had been wearing earlier that day. Beneath them, a handwritten note on a distillery pad I keep by the bed. "Uhl, I want you to have these," it began. "Keep them in your nightstand by the bed, right next to that forty-five. Pull them out now and then, close your eyes, press them to your face and inhale deeply. Let the scent of my pussy take you there; back to last night lover, to one of the most amazing nights that I have every spent with any man. I am missing you already."

The note went on, with Scarlett saying things and sharing things with me that made me smile and made me think. "The plane ride home is going to be a lonely one," she wrote. "Our brief time together has awakened feelings inside me that I thought were gone forever. When I close my eyes, I can almost feel your hot creamy seed pouring into my womb and your thick hard cock stretching my ass. No man has ever done to me what you did Friday night. My nipples are still hard, and both my holes are still weeping." The note was signed; "Your newest notch, Scarlett."

I lifted the pretty, loosely woven, white lace thong from the nightstand, pressed it gently to my face and inhaled deeply. The sweet, pungent scent was all Scarlett. I lamented and sighed fully aware that she was heading home, then draped them softly over my hardening cock and gave it a few subtle tugs. Sleeping suddenly was not the foremost thing in my mind. I grabbed my phone and checked the distillery schedule. It was Sunday night; I wondered if Morgan was working. If she was, and I played my cards right, I could probably catch her as she made her midnight rounds, somewhere around rack house number twelve.

Instead of going to the distillery and seeking out a certain piece of ass, I grabbed the heavenly scented panties from my bedside and pushed them to my face. Moaning softly as I stroked, even hundreds of miles away by now, she could still make me cum. I blew a huge load into the pussy scented gusset of Victoria's prettiest lacey panties. I laid them back on the nightstand after I had pumped them full, in fond memory of the heavenly piece of ass that had left her signature on them only hours earlier.

I left myself a note to stop by rack house number twelve, and put another notch on the crossbeam, a fitting tribute to the most recent "Slut" to wear the ropes. The panties? Well, that was a different story. I have just the place for them. Once they dry, they will wind up draped over the corner post of my bed. A better tribute to the "Woman" who wrecked it. I also left myself a note on my phone to book a flight to Houston in the morning for Labor Day Weekend, before sitting it down on the charger and turning off the light.

THE END...