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 A Friendly Wager Chapter Eleven

   By dc2469

   This is a work of fiction, meant for adults only

   Thursday morning I was at my desk at six.  With a new purpose, I got all
the mundane daily stuff out of the way.  When my assistant got to her desk
there was a cup of coffee, and a rose, with thanks written on the card.

   I went around and talked to the key people that would help me get this
done by Friday.  I apologized for the last couple of days, but I told them
I was going to be pushing them hard to make up for the slow down I had
caused.  We got things going, and it just kind of snowballed.  By the time
I left, at five o'clock, there was just a few minor things that had to be
taken care of tomorrow.

   After the cab dropped me off in front of the hotel, I went down to a
small Chinese take out joint.  I bought a few boxes, and went up to my
room. After the last few days of not getting a lot of sleep, and then the
marathon day today, I passed out in front of the TV with a box of sweet and
sour pork still in my hand.

   I came to Friday morning, after sleeping for eight hours straight.  I
haven't slept over five hours at one time in years.  After cleaning all the
food off the bed, I jumped in the shower, and went down to find something
to kick-start my mourning.

   A triple espresso, in a short cup, and a muffin, and I was good to go. I
was at the office by seven, by nine my desk was cleared off, and packed up.
I spent the rest of the morning going around and thanking everyone for all
the great work they had done.  I told them they were one of the best crews
I had trained in a long time, and I meant it.

   I took all of the management team that had help in the transition, out
to lunch.  It lasted a couple of hours, and then I went back, said my good
byes, and left.  I went back to the hotel, and started packing.  I left out
enough to get me through a few days, but other then that everything was
ready to be picked up for the airport by five o'clock.

   I had a couple of hours to kill, so I went down to wander around the
area one last time.  I wandered from shop front to shop front.  After a
time I took a seat at an outdoor caf,, got a cup of coffee, and sat to
watch the people milling about.

   As I was sitting there, I saw a couple of young guys walking my way with
big grins on their faces.  They were talking and laughing.

   "She doesn't have much up top, but damn she looks good in that red
dress," one of them said.

   "Did you see those nipples sticking out?  You know she was alone, maybe
we should go back and offer to keep her company," the other one said as
they passed me laughing.

   "With a body like that, she will only be alone as long as she wants to
be, I'll guarantee you," the first one said as they continued up the
sidewalk.

   I took a look in the direction they had come from, but I didn't see
anyone in a red dress.  She must have been going the other way.  I finished
my coffee, and looking at the clock I saw that I had a little over a half
an hour before Angie was due to show up.  I still didn't think she would,
but I'd be in my room at seven to see.  I got up, deciding to make a last
circuit around the small area before going back.

   I walked up the street, not really looking at anything, just doing a
little thinking.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of red going
into a shop.  Thinking this might be the lady in red the two guys were
talking about, I wanted a closer look.  I made my way over to the front of
the store, and saw it was the little boutique where we had bought Angie's
tiny suits.

   I didn't see the red dress anywhere.  I saw some movement at the back of
the store, and a minute later the red dress went flashing past the end of
an isle.  All I had time to see were the dress, and a head of dark hair, as
she went to the side where the fitting rooms were located.

   Standing in front of a woman's wear store is fine if you happen to
either be a woman, or are with a woman.  People tend to look at you funny
when you're a single guy.  After noticing a couple of the looks I was
getting, I decided it was time to get out of there anyway, and gave a
mental shrug thinking I'd not get a look at her.

   I made my way back to the hotel, and up to the room.  Kicking off my
shoes, I lay back on the bed with the remote, to see if I could find the
news.  Over the ticker, at the bottom of the screen, I was keeping an eye
on the time, at five to seven I knew she wasn't coming.  I promise to stop
that nasty thinking habit, because as soon as I thought it, there was a
knock at the door.

   I got off the bed, and went to the door.  What I saw on the other side
had my mouth hanging open again.  Angie's dark hair hung straight down her
back.  She had definitely been tanning, and it only made those pale eyes
more striking as they sparkled up at me.  She was wearing a tight, little
tank top that had spaghetti straps, and a skirt.  The skirt had a wide
elastic waste band, and hung loosely to down past her knees.  The way it
sat on her hips and gripped her lower belly, left a small strip of bare
belly showing between the two halves.

   I think I had found the woman that those two guys had been talking
about. From the tank top, down to her heels, everything was red, and those
nipples were sticking out a mile.

   She looked down smiling.  "May I come in?" she asked in a quiet voice.

   I snapped my mouth shut, and stepped aside to let her in.  When I turned
away from the door, she was standing in the center of the room facing me.
With her heels on, and her arms at her sides, she was breathtaking.  When
she saw me looking at her she blushed, and dropped her head.

   "You look beautiful," I said as evenly as I could.

   "Thank you.  I've made a couple of visits to the girls in the lobby. 
They do great work," she said.

   I started for the counter where the mini bar, and refrigerator were. 
"They didn't have to do much.  Would you like something to drink?"

   "I'd take a bottle of water if you have one," she said going over, and
putting her handbag on the dresser.

   I took out two bottles of water turned, and handed her one.  I walked
over, and flopped down on the bed, with my back propped against the
headboard.

   "I hope your week went a little better then mine," I said looking for
something safe to talk about.

   "I haven't been to work since nine-thirty Monday morning," she said,
taking a long drink, and putting her water on the table.  "After I told her
what happened, Kathy made me leave, and I am taking some vacation time. 
I'm not sure you could possibly have had a worse week then I have had.'

   "When I got home, after you left me in that club, I tried to call you.
The person at the desk said you had checked out of that room, and they
wouldn't tell me where you had gone.  I spent all day Sunday pacing around
an empty house waiting to see if you would call.  Sunday night, I went to
the club, to see if you were there.  While I was looking for you, Madam
Vivian saw me.'

   "Can you believe I actually sat down and talked to her?  I still don't
believe I told her everything I did.  The whole time I'm talking to her,
Jon was kneeling on the floor next to her it was so weird.  She asked some
pretty hard questions, but in the end I told her everything.  I even
shocked Jon a few times."

   "I had a little talk with her too.  You made quite an impression on her.
What exactly did you tell her?  She knew a great deal about our
relationship," I said.

   "I told you, I told her everything.  I couldn't help it.  She kept
asking me things, and I just kept blabbing away," she said, and smiled.  "I
thought Jon was going to swallow his tongue, when I told her some of the
things you had done to me."

   Angie raised her head, and looked me in the eyes.  "Jon did turn green,
when Madam asked me if I was in love with you, and I answered yes, without
even thinking.  She asked me what I would do to get you back, and I told
her anything.'

   "She gave me her number, and I called her when Kathy sent me home from
work Monday.  She said we would start immediately, and had me meet her,"
she said dropping her head smiling.  "I hope you appreciate all the work
she did.  I hope you like the ah.  changes she suggested."

   "Well the tan looks fantastic, other then that, I don't see anything
different.  I have to say, you look pretty good in that red dress though,"
I said.

   "Thank you, but there are a lot of things different," she said, but I
cut her off.

   "I'm sure there are," I said, and set my water on the nightstand, "but
it's not like this is our first date.  Come here."

   "I have a very hard time keeping my thoughts in order when you get your
hands on me, and there are some things I need to say.  The way you look at
me is bad enough," she said not moving.

   "I will hear you better if you come closer," I said.

   "You can hear me fine, from here, I really want to talk to you," she
said.

   I reached out with my left hand, took a hold of her left hand, and
pulled her to the bed.  With some small urging tugs, she kicked off her
heels, and let me pull her up onto the bed.  With the long skirt, it was a
little hard, but she knee walked as I pulled her across my thighs, and up
to my lap.  She spent a couple of seconds pulling her dress from under her
knees, and then settled down on me.

   "Happy now?" she asked.

   "Yes, thank you.  What, you don't think I could have maybe missed you a
little too?" I asked.

   "You were the one that left me sitting there naked in that booth," she
said quietly putting her head down.

   "Look Angie, I tried to get you to talk to me that night.  You didn't
have much to say.  When that little prick called you a slut, you started
feeling guilty again.  After he had just told you he was trying to get you
out of his way, you sit there feeling guilty.  On top of that you won't
tell me why.'

   "I'm not playing this game any more Angie.  I am sure Madam told you the
conditions of this meeting, and what your showing up means.  I know you
don't remember, but when we went out with Kathy, and you were getting ready
to pass out you told me you loved me.  I have been trying to sort out my
own feeling on that since.  I'm pretty sure I love you too, but that
doesn't mean I want to change the way things are between us.'

   "The things we did at the club were fantastic, but I want YOU.  I won't
settle for less.  I don't want you groveling on your knees like a dog. 
When I put you on your knees, it's because I'm going to get behind you and
fuck you.  I don't want some mindless bimbo, I want a passionate, sensual
woman, with an imagination, and the guts to ask for what she wants."

   "All the things you just said you were looking for in a woman, I can be
all those," she said quietly not looking up.

   I pushed her chin up with my fingers.  "Angie, you are those things. 
You are the only one that won't see that.  I don't know where you came up
with this idea that, just because you enjoy what we do together, it means
you're evil or whatever it is you think you are.  You do know that having
an orgasm is thought by most people to be a good thing?" I said chuckling.

   Angie blushed, and leaned forward smiling, with her forearms against my
chest.  "I enjoy having orgasms.  God knows I had better the way you treat
me.  It's just .  it's just that it scares me, how much you want of me. 
It's like there is no end to it."

   "There isn't.  I told you, I want all of you.  I want to know everything
there is to know.  Every feeling, every thought, every emotion, every last
spark of fire in that little belly of yours, I want it all," I said looking
into her eyes.

   "You know if you are trying to scare me, it's working.  What if I can't
g.," she started.

   "You can," I said cutting her off.  I slipped my hands up under her
skirt to her bare ass.  "You already have, now you just have to stop
feeling guilty about it.  Jon has found what he was looking for; I don't
think Vivian is going to let him get very far out of her sight.  You do
know he can never settle for the way things were between you, don't you?"

   "Yes.  I couldn't go back to living like that now anyway.  Not after the
things you've done to me," she said, and giggled.  "A slut beating a slave,
hey that sounds like one hell of a name for a porno."

   "Are you okay with that?  It didn't seem like you took it too well that
night at the club," I said.

   "Madam Vivian has made it very clear.  She has made sure there will be
no more questions about that," she said blushing heavily.

   "I don't care about Madam Vivian, what about you?  Are you going to
accept the way things are?" I asked.

   "I have never wanted anything more.  When you see what I have for you,
there will not be any more question about my feelings for you," she said
looking me in the eye.

   "I think I know what you have for me," I said smiling.

   Angie actually got tears in her eyes.  "Who told you?  She said she
wouldn't say anything to you," she said and sobbed.  "It was supposed to be
my gift to you.  Who told you?"

   "No one told me.  Earlier, while I was having a cup of coffee, I heard
some boys talking as they walked by, about a beautiful woman wearing a red
dress.  I went to see if she was still there, and I caught a glimpse of the
dress going into a store.  When I got to the store, I saw that it was the
little boutique where we bought your tiny suits," seeing the look on her
face I stopped there.

   Angie almost jumped she was so happy.  Her smile just about melted me.
"What did I say?" I asked.

   "You think what I have for you is a new suit?" she asked.

   "I saw you in there, I just thought after I destroyed the yellow one,
you were looking for one to replace it," I said, with her smile only
getting bigger.

   "It was.  I mean I did.  I went there to find another yellow one.  It's
in my bag," she said jerking her thumb toward the dresser.

   "Well I know whatever it is it's not under here," I said, caressing that
bare ass.  "There is nothing under here but you, so what is it?"

   "That's not all that's under there.  I'll show you, but you have to
promise not to look until I'm ready," she said, pushing away from my chest.

   "What's going on?  I've seen what you have under there before you know,"
I said not letting her go.  "I just got this butt in my hands, maybe I'm
not ready to let it go."

   She dropped back against my chest, and pushed her face up very close to
mine.  "No one likes having your hands where they are more then me, and
believe me I'm not going far.  Madam and I put our heads together, and came
up with a gift for you.  When you see it, there won't be any doubts as to
what I want."

   "You are being very mysterious, but I'll go along with it," I said
giving her butt a final squeeze before I let it go, and closed my eyes.

   Angie pushed away again, and got off the bed.  I heard clothes rustling,
I heard her go over to the dresser, and I heard what sounded like a long
zipper.

   When I heard her by the dresser my cock twitched, I knew that whatever
else, she was going to be wearing that little yellow suit.  Then I heard
her go quickly over to the table.  I stifled a chuckle when I heard her
trying to turn her water bottle inside out.  She moved away a little, and I
didn't hear anything for a minute.

   "O.  okay you can open your eyes," she said quietly.

   I opened my eyes to see her standing about three feet away, naked with
her back to me.  "Well, if you are trying to make a good impression that's
a pretty good way to do it.  You know I love this view, but other then the
beautiful tan, I don't see anyth ."

   That's as far as I got.  Angie gave her hair a last flip, straightened
her shoulders, and turned to face me.

   I'm not real sure how long it was before I took another breath.  When I
did, it came pretty hard.  I was boring holes into her with my eyes.  I
finally took a deep shuddering breath, but there was no way I could say
anything.

   Angie stood facing me, and I could see her shaking, waiting to see what
my reaction would be.  Her thick, dark nipples stood out so hard they
looked painful, and with her shaking the chain moved, sparkling in the
light.

   What chain?

   "I can't believe you did that.  You are a thirty-three year old woman.
Do you have any idea what that looks like?" I said as I reached out and
took a gentle grip on the chain that rested against her round belly.

   As I pulled her closer, I kept most of the tension on the top part, but
it still pulled on the ring through the hood of her clit.  That same chain
was also pulling on those fat nipples.  That's because it was strung from
one nipple the other, by way of the rings in her belly, and clit.  It was
the same as Glenda's, the waitress at the club.

   I let go of the chain, and traced it with a fingertip, up to her right
nipple.  I fingered the chain, the ring it was attached to, and the nipple
they were both attached to.  I had never had a woman whose nipples got this
hard.  I pulled and twisted her nipple, while I moved the ring and chain
around with my thumb.

   "Oh my God, I never thought that this would make it feel even better
when you do that," she said breathlessly.

   "My God Angie, I can't believe you did this.  You look like the hottest
slut on the face of the planet.  How?  Where?  When?  Why?" I was so
enthralled, couldn't even make a sentence.

   "The why is easy," she said breathlessly, reaching forward and running
her nails through the hair at my temple.  "I did it for you.  I saw how
much you liked the way Glenda looked.  I heard you ask about her nipple
piercing, and that started me thinking.  But Madam Vivian was the one that
actually got me into the shop.  She took me there on Monday.  I was going
to meet with you on Wednesday, but Madam called, and told me things had
changed.'

   "That was probably for the best, because I was still pretty sore," she
said with a little chuckle.  "If you think my nipples stick out now, you
should have seen them right after they were done.  I had to drive home with
my hand under my shirt, to keep the material from rubbing.  And thank god I
had worn a skirt.  You know, as much as you have been pulling, and twisting
me down there, I wouldn't have thought that would be so painful, but I had
my legs spread as wide as they could go all the way home.  When I got
there, I almost got frostbite try to get the swelling to go down."

   I pulled her closer, to take a closer look.  "You got a different ring
for your belly.  I like this one better, it looks a little more feminine."

   "Yes it's different.  The reason it looks more feminine, is because it
was made for a woman," she said.

   "I guess I didn't know they made them gender specific," I said.

   "They don't really," she said, and smiled when I looked up at her
confused.

   She had been holding her hands behind herself, to give me free access to
her.  She brought both hands in front of her, and turned them to let me see
them.

   "What don't you see?" she asked.

   For the first time I noticed she wasn't wearing her wedding rings. 
"Your wedding rings are gone," I said.

   "That's right.  Now take a closer look at the ring in my bellybutton,"
she said pushing her belly closer to my face.

   "This is your engagement ring, isn't it?" I said looking closer.

   What I had thought was the crystal of her ring, was really the diamond
on her engagement ring.  Looking closer, I could see where the ring had
been actually welded back together.  This thing wasn't going anywhere.

   "Remember me telling you that Madam had made it clear that there would
be no going back?  She had Jon take them off me.  She also made him cut
them, so that they could be installed," she said caressing my face, and
hair.

   "Them?" I asked.

   Angie smiled, and blushed.  She raised her leg, and put her bare foot on
the bed.

   I dropped my head down closer, and looked at the ring in her clit.  It
was her wedding band.  I leaned forward, press a kiss to her smooth, bare
mound, and looked up at her as a little shudder went through her.

   "I take it she was trying to make a point," I said leaning back, and
pulling Angie all the way onto the bed.

   Angie settled herself right on top of the bulge in my pants.  "She said
she wanted both Jon and I to understand that there was no going back. 
Having Jon take off my rings, and cut them open, she said would show him he
had no rights to me.  When she had them put in me, she said it was to show
you that I was yours," she said dropping her head.

   I was playing with the fine chain that dangled from her right nipple.  I
saw that there was a lock on one end, and a narrow hook on the other.  I
slipped the hook from her right nipple, and threaded it through the ring in
her belly.  Angie leaned back, as I fed it through the ring in her clit.  I
pulled it out of her belly ring, and unclipped it from her left nipple.  I
coiled it up, into a small bundle, and set it on the table looking back at
Angie.

   "I thought you would like it," she said looking at me questioningly.

   "I love it, but I don't want to hurt you.  It will only be in the way,"
I said smiling at her.  "Did it hurt a lot?" I said taking a nipple in my
fingers.

   "Yes.  I almost didn't let her do the other one, but Madam talked me
into it by telling me that you would love how I looked.  It scared the hell
out of me when she told the lady she wanted the rings welded, but it turned
out to be fairly painless.  It burned like you can't believe when she did
the bottom one though, but she used some kind of spray that cooled it down
quickly," she said.

   "Are they still sore?" I asked.

   "No, not really.  My nipples were pretty swollen for a day, but what you
are doing feels wonderful," she said with a giggle.

   "I'll try to take it easy for a while," I said tugging gently.

   She reached to her other nipple, took a hold of the ring in it, and
pulled her nipple away from her body.  "You don't have to worry about
these. It's probably from you chewing on them for the last two weeks, but
it feels good to have them pulled a little."

   "Well, I'll do my best to make sure they stay like that," I said.

   Angie let go of the ring, and started unbuttoning my shirt.  "Don't
worry I'll remind you."

   "Just what do you think you are doing?" I said still pulling on her
nipple.

   "You told me you wanted me to ask for what I wanted, well I'm asking. 
The way you've been looking at me since I got here, and with the way you
are pulling on that nipple it's starting to get to me," she said with only
a little blush.

   "Maybe you haven't looked down lately.  My pants have been covered by
you since before you took your skirt off," I said, letting go of her nipple
and reaching for her ass with both hands.

   Angie leaned into my now bare chest blushing like crazy.  "You wouldn't
believe how many times I went into stores just to use their restrooms.  I
wore my PJs all day, because the bottoms were already soaked when I woke
up. You sir, have turned me into a complete slut.  All I have to do is
think about this big thing of yours, and I get wet down to my knees," she
said, and then pushed away a little.

   "Which reminds me, I thought it was every man hot fantasy to have his
woman wear garters, stockings, and all the rest of those sexy under things.
Why don't you have me wear any of those things?  I bet I could really make
you hot if I had on some little see through number," she said smiling.

   "If you hadn't noticed, you make me pretty hot the way things are," I
said pushing up with my hips.  "I always went with the saying, less is
more. For me that says it all.  Most women, and especially you, don't need
those things to turn a man on.  Plus, other then a few exceptions, most of
those frilly under things are pretty uncomfortable.  A tiny little Gstring
is so much more exciting, and the thought of pantyhose makes me want to
gag. Why would a guy want to feel nylon instead of beautiful soft smooth
skin," I said caressing the backs of her thighs.

   "Mmmm, I see your point.  I just thought that guys liked that kind of
thing, but you had never had me put them on," she said snuggling back into
me again.

   "A lot of guys do, just like some guys like big tits with little
nipples," I said reaching for hers.  "Me, I like big nipples on little
tits," I said pulling them.

   "Then it's a good thing I have those huh?" she said laughing.

   Angie gave a small squeal, as I took her hip, and tossed her off of me.
I stood up, and looked down at her lying on her back, one knee bent and off
to the side.  I stripped off my shirt, got my pants opened, and shoved them
down.  As I kicked them off, I was working my boxers over my hard cock
trying to get them off.

   That little shit had the nerve to laugh at me.  Here I am, pants around
one ankle, trying to kick them off the other foot, my socks still on,
trying to get my underwear off and she had the nerve to laugh.

   "Would you like some help?  It's kind of killing the moment, watching
you jump around trying to get your pants off," she said laughing.

   I gave a quick shove on the waistband of my boxers, hearing some seams
let go, but it got me enough room to get the damn things down anyway. 
"Thank you, I've been undressing myself for quite some time now," I said
finally dragging off my last sock.

   "Killing the moment, I'll give you killing the moment you little shit,"
I said, as she squealed trying to get my hand from her ankle.

   She managed to get both her knees drawn up, and put one bare foot
against my chest.  Well don't think I don't know when to take advantage of
a lady.  I got hold of that second ankle, and made a wish.  It was granted
too.  I dropped down between those thighs, and pushed my face into her
belly.

   Her giggles slowed to a stop as I let go of her ankles, and started
sliding my wet tongue down over that smooth, bare mound.  I felt the
tension go out her legs, and slid my hands up from her ankles.  When I got
to her knees I started putting outward pressure, opening her thighs wide.
When they were as wide as they would go, I pushed my face back against her.

   Angie groaned as I started moving the flat of my tongue over the bare
mound of her hot pussy.  I felt her fingernails on the backs of my hands,
as I made a swipe across the top of her slit.  I pulled my head back, and
looked at the ring that had been welded into her.  I covered it, and the
top of her mound, and sucked hard, batting her rubbery clit around with the
tip of my tongue.

   Not wanting to get too ruff, I flicked the ring out of the way, and
attacked that big clit.  As I pushed my tongue hard to the underside of it,
and moved my head side-to-side rubbing, Angie's upper body jerked off the
bed, her thighs snapped up trying to close, and she covered me in her
juices.

   After a last suck on that fat clit, I moved my face all over her.  I was
licking, sucking, biting, thighs, lips, mound.  She just laid there, thighs
out flat on the bed.

   As I said, far be it from me to not take advantage.  I pulled myself up,
and moved in between those spread thighs.  I pushed my knees under her ass,
and pulled her to me.

   I did a double take, when I looked up at Angie's face.  She lay there
with her head in a puddle of dark hark.  Her arms were over her head, her
eyes were half closed, and she had just the smallest hint of a smile on her
full lips.

   I pushed my cock down, and rubbed it in her cream getting ready to enter
her.  "You're looking rather pleased with yourself," I said.

   "Just pleased thank you," she said.  "I'm not quite sure how you do that
to me, but please don't ever stop.  I love how you just take me.  I've been
dreaming about this for days.  You know when Madam said I belonged to you;
she didn't know how right she was.  Uhhhh." she groaned, as I started
pushing slowly into her.

   "And don't you forget it.  Mmmm.  uhhh.  Goddamn but you feel so good,"
I said moving in through that hot, wet tunnel.  "So we're, ahh.  done with
the guilt trips?"

   "Believe me, guilt is the last thing on my mind," she said.

   "Oh ya, what's on your mind?" I said, sinking in a little deeper, and
stopping.

   "Mmmm," she groaned, but stopped moving with a wicked little grin.  "Can
I be on top?"

   I slowly backed out of her, and stood up.  I reached over, grabbed the
other pillow, stacked it on the first one, and leaned back waiting.

   Angie rolled on her hip, and up to her knees.  With her hair hanging in
front of her face, she crawled to my thighs, where putting her hands on my
chest, she swung her leg across.  That ring looked so good resting on top
of her fat clit.  Kneeling back, she scooted her way up until she had
herself pressed against the underside of my cock, and stopped.

   "It still feels weird, with this thing hanging here.  I hope it doesn't
get in the way," she said smiling, and flipping her hair over her
shoulders.

   She gasped as I slipped my thumb against her clit, and slid it up
pushing the ring up.  "I will volunteer my services to help make sure it
doesn't get in the way."

   "And they say you can't get good help these days.  Oh God, it really
does feel weird, kind of electric like hitting a switch," she said rubbing
against me.

   I let the ring drop back down, and pressed it between my thumb and her
clit.  Every time I flicked them, her body would jerk forward.  "Oh, I like
this.  All I have to do, is slip my hand under your dress, flick this
switch a couple of times, and IOS," I said, letting up on the pressure.

   Angie put her hands on my chest breathing deeply.  She opened her eyes
and smiled at me.  "What is IOS?  On second thought, I don't care what it
is, as long as I have it."

   "Did you see that movie, where an alcoholic millionaire wants to marry a
waitress?" She shook her head no.  "Well his family cut him off, and they
had to go apartment hunting.  They looked at an apartment that advertised
that it had IOL.  When they asked what it meant, the manager turned on the
light switch, and said; Instant On Lighting," I said, and chuckled as she
looked at me puzzled.  "I flick the switch, and it's Instant On Slut," I
said and watched her body jerk when I did it again.

   You know one of these times I'm not going to be quick enough, when she
throws that punch at my gut.  As it was, I barely caught her wrist.  I got
a hold on the other, and pulled her to me, putting them both at the small
of her back.

   She had to arch herself back to see me, but I followed and pushed my
tongue deep into her mouth.  I let go of her wrists, when she started
pulling on them hard.  As soon as I did, she whimpered, and wrapped her
arms tightly around my neck, shoving her tongue into my mouth.  I wrapped
my hands around the backs of her thighs where they met her ass, and ground
her against me.

   I pulled hard with my heels, and got us a little further down the bed.
Angie moaned, and I could feel her smile as she let go of my neck.  With a
loud, wet smooch she pushed herself up just enough to rub her nose to mine.

   Her hips moved slowly against me.  "The switch is definitely on."

   I pulled on her again.  "You were the one that wanted to be on top, now
get to work damn it," I said, getting a little impatient.

   "Getting a little anxious, are we?  Good!  Now you know how I feel when,
every time we're out somewhere, I look up to see you looking at me like I
was naked, and on back under you.  You can't possibly know how good that
makes me feel," she said.

   "I hope it feels half as good as having you rubbing your wet pussy up
and down on my cock.  Jesus, just put it in, NOW," I said groaning.

   Angie put her hands on my chest, and pushed herself up smiling,
continuing to rub against me.  "I have to make sure it's really wet.  It's
been a few days you know."

   "Who are you trying to shit?  It feels like you're rubbing an oven
against me, and I can hear just how wet you are.  Come on, I want in here,"
I said rubbing the backs of my fingers against her round belly.

   Angie looked down; craning my neck, I followed her gaze.  Her knees were
wide, making room for my hips.  That gold ring hung in mid air; her lips
were parted, and pressed hard against my hard cock.  Angie made a slow
slide up, until the head of my cock was engulfed in the folds of her.  When
she slid back down, my cock shined in the juices that covered it.  After a
second full pass, I growled at her.

   With a throaty chuckle, she dropped down and pressed her hot mouth
against mine.  "I missed you too," she said, reaching down, centering me
and pushed down slowly.

   I took a hold of her hair in my left hand, holding her lips to mine.  I
got her fat left nipple in my right hand rolling it.  I haven't got the
words to tell express how good it felt, to have her pushing herself down
onto my cock.  So smooth, so hot, so tight, and so wet.  When she got to
the bottom, she spread her knees wider, and ground herself against me
groaning.

   She pushed herself up, and looked down at me with her face half hidden
by her hair.  "I can feel your heart beating inside me."

   "I can't believe it can be this hot inside you, and you don't melt or
something," I said.

   "I am melting.  It feels like my insides are turning to liquid," she
said.

   "They are, and they are pouring out of you from here," I said twitching
inside her.

   "Then I don't have to worry, because this big thing won't let anything
out of there," she said smiling.

   Angie started to slowly grind herself back and forth against me.  Her
eyes got glassy, and she started breathing heavily through her open mouth.
I took hold of her hips, and started pulling her up and down.  Just small
strokes, but with her grinding, it didn't take very long before I felt the
spasms inside her.  Her whole body shook, her back arched, and her juices
flowed down over my balls to wet the bed.

   She pulled her head forward, and looked down at me.  Her face, and chest
were flushed red, and her eyes were half closed.  She reached to her hips,
got her hands under mine, and raised them up lacing her fingers with mine.

   "I don't want to have to go without that again, ever," she sighed.  "You
really have turned me into a slut.  I never needed sex before in my life,
and now all I think about is having you inside of me.  Mmmm, and you are so
inside of me, it's almost like I can feel you in my chest."

   I chuckled as I looked up at her, and worked my hand out of hers.  I
slid my free hand up and down her arched belly.  "It may feel like I'm in
your chest, but it feels like I'm in an oven.  If you don't start moving,
you are going to cook me in here."

   "Oh I'm not moving, this feels too good to ruin it by moving," she said
smiling.

   "You aren't the only one that needs a little release, you had better
start moving that hot little pussy, or I am going to take matters into my
own hands," I said tugging on the ring in her belly.

   "See there you go again trying to sound all big and tuff.  Well, I'm up
here and you're down there, so I guess we'll play by my ru.  OOOH," she
squealed, as I levered myself over, and rolled on top of her.

   "As you were saying," I said smiling at her.  "I think I like my rules
better," I said pulling out of her slowly.

   "No, don't take it out," she said pouting.  "I was only playing."

   "Well, now it's my turn to play," I said rubbing the flat of my hand
against her belly.

   I knelt back from between her thighs, and looked down at her.  What hair
wasn't plastered to her forehead was lying wildly over the bed, her knees
were bent, and spread out wide, and there was a layer of sweat that covered
her whole body.

   "Roll over," I said.

   A smile broke through that pout, as she scrambled to her knees.  She
gave her hair a whip, as she looked at me over her shoulder.  I pushed
gently on her back, and she arched beautifully, exposing her pussy and
asshole as she spread her knees wide.

   "What.  What's wrong?" Angie said, looking worried.

   "Angie, I only wish I had the words to tell you how beautiful you look
right now," I said, and reached forward with a hand.  "Your knees spread,
back arched, and your belly so round between your thighs with that ring
sparkling at me," I said, and slid my hand to the small of her back.  "It
scares the hell out of me, the way you make me want you so much."

   Angie dropped to her belly, and spread herself wide open to me. 
"Please, I can't stand the way you look at me like that," she said reaching
between her thighs, and opening her self wider.  "It makes my insides ache.
It's like I can feel them melting, and pouring out of me."

   "It looks like they ARE pouring out of you.  My God Angie." I whispered.

   I levered myself up, and I didn't even need to guide my cock back into
her.  It was like she just pulled me in.  Once I started my way into that
molten tunnel, I couldn't stop.  With my hands on her hips, I pushed my way
right to the bottom of her.  I sat there, with my eyes closed feeling her
pushing back against me.

   My eyes popped open, when I felt her grip me tight inside her.  As they
opened, she was pushing herself up, and pulling my hands in front of her.
With a hand on her belly, and one in the middle of her chest I pulled her
back against me, and she just pressed my hands deeper into herself.

   As I held her, she started to move her hips, it was only small movements
but it was all we needed.  I held still, and let her grind herself up and
down on my cock, as I pushed hers and my right hands to her left tit. 
Angie gasped as I swiped my fingers over it, bending her nipple over, and
rolling it against her.  When it popped back up, I grabbed it, and started
pulling and twisting it.  Trying to take it easy, I wasn't pulling very
hard.  Angie got hold of the ring, and as she ground down against me, she
pulled hard on the ring, and moaned cumming all over me again.

   "Oh God," she gasped, letting go of the ring, and putting both her hands
on mine at her belly.

   I dropped my now free hand down, and got a hold of the ring dangling in
front of her clit.  As she started shuddering against me, I started pushing
the ring into her clit.  Angie's body jerked forward, landing her head and
shoulders on the bed, and her trying to get my hand off the ring.  Holding
the ring down, I started to stroke into her, long strokes, with her clit
between the ring, and my cock.

   When her belly jerked down, her hands left my wrist.  Angie reached up
and pulled a pillow into her face, and all I heard was a muffled scream as
I felt the entire length of my cock squeezed at the same time.  It
triggered me off, but she had me clamped so tight I started to burn with
the need to release.  Finally her muscles fluttered, and that was all I
needed.

   My bottled up load fired as I bottomed out on that inferno.  Angie was
still shaking, but now it was like she was just milking all the strength
out of me.  I put my hand on her back, but it was so slick, I ended up
falling, and had to get my arms under me.  I stopped myself, and sat there
letting the spasms inside her drain me.

   When my arms started shaking, I pulled out, and dropped onto my side
facing her.  I rolled to my back, and closed my eyes sighing.  I felt Angie
moving, and then she was lying on top of me, her head on my chest.

   "You can do that to me, any time you want to," she said quietly.

   "Just remember you said that," I said chuckling.

   "Don't worry I'm not likely to forget that.  My God, I felt it when you
came.  It just blasted into me," she said.

   "That's because you had me in a vise.  Until you finally took a breath,
I thought my cock was going to explode," I said.

   "Mmmm, you did explode.  It's running out of me right now," she said.

   "And all over me.  Come on let's go get in the shower," I said not
moving.

   "Mmmm, that sounds like a good idea," she said not moving.

   "Wake up.  You are not passing out on my chest again.  The last time I
thought my chest had caved in," I said, smacking her ass.

   She lifted her head, and put her chin on my chest.  "It came from inside
you, what's the big deal if it gets on the outside of you," she said.

   "It's not that I mind it, it's just kind of a guy thing.  Look if you
want to cover my with the juices that come from that hot pussy, I'll walk
around like that all day.  I like smelling like you," I said.

   "Well, that's good, because I think this bed will have to be changed. 
They will never be able to scrub that out," she said smiling.

   "Maybe I'll see if they'll let me take it with me," I said.

   Her eyes dropped.  "So you're still planning on leaving?"

   "Of course.  I have a small place outside the city where the main office
is located.  It's not much, but given time I'm sure you can make it into
something," I said looking into her pale eyes.

   Her head shot up and her eyes started to well up.  "You are going to
take me with you?"

   "Jesus, but that is a stupid question.  Of course I'm taking you with
me, you belong to me don't you?"

   FINIALY

   Okay I lied,
Epilog:
Jesus, it's only been three months since I'd stopped traveling all over

the country, and I'm sitting here in my truck on the way home from the
airport wondering how I did it for so long.  Three days.  I'm gone three
days, and it feels like a week.  I busted my ass, but I got the job done
two days early, and I told my boss that I'd be out of touch for the rest of
the week.

   I parked the truck on the far side of the garage, and made my way to the
house in the dark.  I keep promising Angie I'll fix that damn light, but it
probably be me that breaks his fool neck.  I went in the door near the
garage, so that I could put my luggage down, and figure out where she was.

   I hear soon noise from the far end of the house.  She must be in the
bedroom.  I made my way past the kitchen, through the den, and started down
the hallway towards the bedroom.  When I got close I heard a grunt, and the
bed move.

   "Oh come on, you can do better then that," I heard Angie say.

   I heard more grunting, and the bed moving a lot.  I moved up quietly to
the door, getting ready to poke my head around.

   "You are going to have to learn not to get stuck down there, because I
won't be able to do this much longer," I heard Angie say.

   I pushed the door open just a little more to give me a better look
inside.  There was Angie on the bed face down her arms were hanging down
over the far side of the bed.

   "Got you, you little shit," she said hauling the little terrier puppy
up. "You're just like your daddy, always tearing up my panties."

   "Well if you'd quit wearing them we wouldn't have to tear them up," I
said, leaning against the doorway.

   The puppy yipped, and Angie gave a squeak, as she pulled the puppy down
in front of herself, while levering herself up to look at the door.

   "Jesus Christ, Daniel Colter I swear to God one of these days I'm going
to kill you if you don't quit sneaking up on me.  I'll teach Tippie here,
to just chew on your shoes, and leave everything else alone," she said
holding him to her.

   "Oh ya, now I'm scared.  She's going to send a wiry haired little rat
after my shoes," I said.

   "Daniel, Tippie is not a rat.  He's a Jack Russell Terrier.  And he's
just a little doll.  Well, at least he would be if he would leave my
panties alone," she said petting and scratching him.

   I walked over, and took the panties out of her hand, and waved them in
front of Tippie.  When he caught hold of them, I wrapped them around his
head, and put him on the floor.  He'd be pissed off at them enough, that
he'd be busy for a while.  After that I just flopped on the bed.

   You're home early," Angie said rolling to her knees next to me.

   "Ya, we finished a little quicker then I thought we would," I said
rolling over onto my back.  "You look nice."

   "You would think I would get tired of hearing that, but I don't," she
said straddling me, and sitting on my waist.

   "How have you, and the mutt been getting along?" I asked smiling.

   "Honey, he's not a mutt.  You are going to give him a complex if you
keep calling him that," she said smiling, and dropping her face down to
mine.

   "I missed you like hell," I said pulling her down for a long hot kiss.

   "Mmmm, I missed you too," she said when we parted lips.

   My stomach made a loud growl, and Angie sat up laughing.  "We had better
feed that animal before he starts tearing down the walls."

   "I guess I forgot that I hadn't eaten since breakfast.  What did you two
have for dinner?  Did you leave anything?" I asked.

   "I had a salad, but I think Tippie might have some kibble left, I'm sure
he would share," she said laughing.

   "Ha, ha, I'll pass on the rabbit food too.  Maybe I'll just skip dinner,
and have what's left of the ice cream," I said.

   "Men.  You can't just eat ice cream.  Come on, I'll fix you something,"
she said rolling her eyes at me.

   I followed her out to the kitchen, not taking my eyes off those bare
cheeks.  The little peach colored top, and matching G-string, was all that
she had on.  I sat at the counter while she fixed me a quick sandwich.

   When she finished she slid the plate, and a glass of water in front of
me.  "I'm really glad you got home today."

   "Why, did you need something?" I asked taking a bite of the sandwich.

   "No, it's just kind of a special day is all," she said.

   "In what way?" I asked.

   "I know men don't pay much attention to things like this, but it's three
months to the day, today, that I spent my first night with you," she said
going over to a drawer by the phone.

   "I'm sorry honey.  I wish I had remembered, I'd have loved to have
gotten you something," I said.

   "That's okay darling, it's kind of been taken care of," she said,
sounding mysterious.

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "Here, I'll tell you after you open your present," she said sliding a
small, flat, rectangular box to me.

   I took the box, and shook the top off of it.  In the box was a pair of
heavy wire cutters, and a little note, that said one of three.

   "Did you ruin my other wire cutters or something?  Why did I need a new
pair?" I asked.

   "No, I did not ruin your wire cutters.  These are for something else,"
she said.

   "What does the, one of three, note mean?" I asked.

   "It means that there are really two more presents, but you don't get
them yet," she said.

   "Okay, enough with the word games.  What's going on?" I said.

   She walked over to me, taking off her little top.  "The wire cutters are
to cut these," she said, flicking the ring in her right nipple.

   "You don't like them any more?" I asked.

   "It's not that.  They just have to be gone before you can have your
other two," she said.

   "Why, did you get new ones?" I said.

   "No, Beth said that even though I probably couldn't feed them, she
wanted my nipples to close," she said.

   "Beth your doctor?  What did you see her for?  Are you all right? 
There's nothing wrong is there?" I asked getting concerned.

   "No, everything is fine.  It just that my boobs are too small," she said
her eyes sparkling.

   "Okay, it's time to tell me what the hell is going on," I said getting a
little upset.

   "Beth said that from the dates, and what I told her that it probably
happened the first night," she said with tears in her eyes.

   "You are starting to scare me.  What the hell are you talking about? 
What happened that first night?" I said.

   "Well, you know how often you tell me you love my round belly," she
said, and I nodded.  "In the near future, there is going to be a lot more
of it to love."

   "You mean?" I said looking at her.

   "Daddy Dan has a pretty nice ring to it, don't you think?" she said not
able to contain herself any longer, and jumping into my arms.

   "Oh Angie," I said holding her tight.  "How honey?  I thought you could
have any."

   "I guess I'm just like my mother.  But I think it was you that did it,"
she said.

   "Well, if it's only three months old then it had to be me," I said.

   "That's not really what I meant.  I think you and this big pole you keep
shoving in me are what made my body figure out what it was supposed to do
with all the stuff you shoot into me," she said blushing.

   "Hey I'll take the credit.  So when is it due?  Are you okay?  You need
to start taking it easy," I said.

   "I'm fine, but there is a little more to it then that.  It's not so much
of an it, as it is a they," she said looking a little nervous.

   "You mean you are going to have twins?" I asked incredibly.

   She just nodded, with tears starting to make their way down her cheeks.

   Okay that's really THE END

   Hope you enjoyed it.  See you soon.