DuckingOut

DUCKING OUT©October 23, 2004 My Secret Obsession

THIS IS AN ADULT STORY WITH ADULT THEMES DEPICTING LESBIAN SEXUAL ACTS. IF IT IS NOT LEGAL FOR YOU TO READ STORIES OF THIS NATURE, OR IF IT OFFENDS YOU- LEAVE NOW.

My phone was ringing constantly. My email box was full. My doorbell was being leaned on. I was watched. Followed. My trash was being searched.

I was being stalked, harrassed, and threatened.

It was a real pain in the ass.

I had met someone through a personal ad, and it had not worked out. She was not taking it well.

I don't know what she hoped to gain by being such a nuisance. It wasn't making me like her any better. Yet, she continued to obsessively fuck with me with her every awake moment. Her name was Ricky.

Our meeting had been a bad experience, but a really good thing had become of it. I had, by chance, happened to meet her next door neighbor, while trying to flee from Ricky's house. (for more about THAT, read The Personal Ad) And, now, I was seeing her neighbor.

But, Ricky was making it difficult. Lisa, and I could not even stay at my little apartment, when we were able to be together. Lisa was terrified of getting caught. So, we were having to rent hotel rooms. And, somehow, it always seemed to be me who got to pay for it. And, Ricky called me incessantly. I couldn't turn my phone off, because I depended on telephone communication very heavily in order to do business. I was a booking agent for musical talent. But, I booked dead nights, which were last minute deals that involved booking talent that was on tour on nights when they had , for whatever reason, a dead night in town, or a lot of time to kill before their tour gig. So, I had to be reachable by phone 24/7. With Ricky harangueing me, I was having to spend a whole lot of time sorting through caller ID, and phone messages.

The bitch kept calling me, and calling me. And pounding on my door in the middle of the night. She would swing back and forth between being sweet and trying to think of some way in which she could be of service to me, and then being furiously angry, when I did not respond to her the way that she wanted, or, mostly, did not respond, at all, because I had gotten pretty good at avoiding her. And, I REFUSED to answer the door, when she decided to pop over. It was stressful and exhausting, and completely unfair. I could not stand living that way. I was very unhappy, and it was affecting every facet of my life.

I had just only recently moved into the little private apartment where I was living. I had rented the place, in October. It was now February. My ex girlfriend and I had ended our relationship of 5 years, and I had moved in rather a hurry, and under pressing circumstances. I had just picked the first place I found. I had seen an ad in the paper, and rented the place, sight unseen. It was a cute little apartment, over the garage of an old stately home. The apartment had two bedrooms, and a separate dining area. I had never seen anything quite like it. It had roman columns separating the kitchen from the dining room. It had built in cabinets, and a murphy bed in the living area. And, it had a beautiful little garden, in the back, at the bottom of the rear exit with it's own fence. I was perfectly happy there. The older couple who lived in the huge home in the front, were almost always abroad. They belonged to a hunting club, and went all over the world shooting wild animals. So, I was welcome to use their heated pool, while they were away. And, I kept an eye on their home for them. I had gotten lucky.

The way things were going with my obsessed reject from personal ad hell, however, it appeared that I I was going to have to move away under the cover of darkness if I was ever going to escape her.

The worst part was, she was a cop. So, I couldn't count on much help from the police department. I was going to have to take care of this, on my own.

I looked at the clock on my cell phone. It was 6:30 P.M. on Friday night. Lisa wanted to meet me at 8:00, at a hotel room, downtown, where we were assured privacy and safety, and a very nice view. I had found a room with a jacuzzi. I was looking forward to seeing her. I imagined Lisa sitting between my legs, with her back to me in the lively water, my arms around her, touching her everywhere. My hands cupping her perfect pear shaped breasts. I was at my apartment, showering, and getting dressed to meet Lisa. A sudden, loud, banging shook me out of my daydream.

"Blue!" It was my landlady. Her blueblooded shrillness was like fingernails on a blackboard. But, she was really a sweetie, if you tried not to notice the stick up her ass. She knocked again. I went to the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Brown," I said, smiling. "What can I do for you?" I asked, sweetly. My nerves were on edge. I was just glad it was Mrs. Brown, and not Ricky.

"Blue. There has been some MAD woman knocking at our door at all hours. Of course, we don't answer the door. But our surveillance cameras pick her up. She looks to be insane. And, she yells obscenities, and she DOES interrupt our sleep. She recently left this note taped to our door."

Mrs. Brown handed me a note. I read it:

To whom it may concern,

Are you aware that you have a lesbian drug addict with a jail record living in your apartment?

Signed,

Anonymous

I handed the note back to Mrs. Brown. I was terribly embarrassed. My ears were red and burning.

I explained to Mrs. Brown what had happened. I assured her that while the things in the note were true during the ignorance of my youth, I had been on the straight and narrow for many years. I told her how I had met Ricky, and that she was making my life hell. Mrs. Brown was very sympathetic. She told me I needed to find a solution quick. She said she wasn't one bit concerned about that note. And, that she could tell I was a good person. She said if my problem became her problem, she was going to solve it in her own way. I said I understood, and Mrs. Brown bid me a good evening, and retreated to her home. I heard her last hard steps at the bottom treads of my entry stairs.

That was it. I was going to have to get out of there. I grabbed my bag, and headed for the door. I was going to the nearest store, to buy a newspaper. Time to look for a new place. This whole thing was becoming too much trouble to even be worth the fight. I got in my truck, and headed for the drug store, around the corner. I backed out of the driveway, and slowly drove down the tree lined street.

The store manager was a little petite dark haired pixie. Younger than me, I estimated. I had seen her on several occasions, when I had visited the store since moving to the area. She noticed me, and I noticed her, our gaydar working perfectly. But, we never did more than smile knowingly, and nod a polite "hello".

Today I was obviously agitated. The pixie came to my recue. "Can I help you find something?" Her voice was rather low, and gravelly. I had expected it to be high.

I was craning my neck around, surveying the store for the newstand. "I need a newspaper. Fast!"

The pixie manager's name badge said, "DEE". Dee looked at me rather oddly, and smiled with a little snort, and a shake of her head. She started off towards the newspaper rack, which I could clearly see, now that she was walking towards it. I tailgated her, following too closely. "Hold your horses, will you?!" She looked at me sternly.

"I'm sorry, Dee." I looked at her name tag, and then at her. "But, I need to find a place to live. Right now. I need the real estate section."

Dee handed me the newspaper. "You know? I'm really busy, but, I must hear this." Her face was open and curious, with a mischevious look.

So, I introduced myself, and told her what was going on. She was quiet, but looking interested, in a good natured way. I told her where I lived, and how much I liked it, too. She said she knew the Browns.

We were both quiet for a moment. Dee looked at me tentatively. Then with one squinty eye, she told me, "well, Blue, coincidentally, I am looking for someone to share MY house. Actually, it's my dad's house, but he lives in Saudi Arabia. It's a very nice place, and it is only 2 blocks from where you are, now. Same fancy schmantcy neighborhood that you have come to love. Understandably. " Dee laughed. So did I.

"I have been living there, alone, but, I have just been accepted into the police academy, and I am going to need extra income. Because, it doesn't pay much. Do you want to check it out?," Dee offered.

"How much?" She didn't need to convince ME. I was very easy going. I felt confident, for some reason, that this was a good move. I got a good feeling from Dee.

Dee and I worked out the details, and she handed me a key, and wrote down the address on a piece of paper. I gave her my cell phone number, and wrote her a check. How in the hell did such a small woman get accepted into the police academy? I wondered if she would graduate. How did I keep getting involved with all of these policewomen?

"I have a little dog. Be careful not to step on him." Dee added, as I was walking off.

The clock on my cell phone flashed 7:30 P.M. I had to meet Lisa, in 30 minutes. I really wanted a diet cola. I purchased one on the way out of the drug store. "I'll see you sometime, soon, Dee." She waved at me.

I felt happy. I hated having to give up my apartment, but at least I had an outstanding alternative. I was formulating a plan to get myself out of my present unfortunate situation. And, I think I had just taken a step in the right direction. I was about to meet my lover for an evening of succulent sex. And, all was good. I had a surprise for Lisa. I had brought my strap on. This was the fourth time we had been together, and I wanted to take her places she had never been, before. Lisa was enjoying the sexual part of her lesbian experience. I was the first woman that she had ever had sex with. But, I could not tell what Lisa thought about being gay. We had not discussed whether or not she considered herself gay. I guessed all of that would work itself out.

When I pulled up into the parking garage of the downtown hotel that I had selected, I recognized Lisa's Toyota. My cunt got moist, as my mind associated the presence of her car with her presence, and the possibilities of the evening ahead.

I called her on my cell phone. She answered with a purr, "hello, baby." A thrill shot through me. I felt my heart flutter. A smile broke out on my face. "Mmmmmmmmm. Which room?"

"1111." she hung up. I grabbed my bag of tricks, and locked my truck. I found the elevator, and pushed the button for the 11th floor. The elevator door glided open, and I saw 1111 to my right. I walked over, and gave the door a rap.

She looked stunning. She answered the door wrapped in a towel. Lisa had beautiful blue eyes, rimmed with thick, black lashes, and accented by arched eyebrows and bangs. Her face was chiseled. She had a cleft in her chin, and dimples in her cheeks. Her neck was long, and slender. We were the same height, but Lisa was a little softer. Not as hard as me, and her breast were larger than mine, and pearshaped with large pink nipples. The towel that she was wrapped in was pulled tight, and tucked under itself, to hold it up, creating cleavage. It drew the eye. I could not help but admire it. Lisa had lit candles, and put them everywhere. On the rim of the large jaccuzzi tub, beside the bed, and on the vanity. I could smell the earthy scent of patchouli incense rising up through the air from it's perch on a hardwood burner that Lisa had brought with her. Lisa handed me a sparkling glass of champagne. I took a long drink. Lisa drank from her glass. With wine on our lips, we kissed, tongues not shy, tasting the cold wine in the other's wet mouth. I caught my breath, my cunt feeling excited. I remembered that I had brought my strap on. I made an excuse to go to the bathroom, and took my bag with me.

In the bathroom, I had to pee. And, I got undressed. I left the strap on where it was, for the time being.

I emerged from the bathroom refreshed, and stripped naked. I turned on the stereo that was part of the room's furnishings. Not bad. I found a light jazz station. Kenny G. I loved that saxaphone. I poured myself some more champagne. I turned around to face Lisa, standing behind me. I pulled her towel off, and let it drop to the floor. I had plenty to tell her, but it would wait until later. I had even powered off my cell phone.

We moved close together, arms draped loosely around each other, dancing slowly to the music. I happened to notice the there were adult movies included in our room package. I nodded towards the little sign on the entertainment center. "Adult Movies Channel 69" (of course). Lisa smiled, and shrugged. Why not, I thought. I turned on the television, and turned down the sound. I flipped through the channels.

Lisa and I got on the bed, and lay, spoon style, while I flipped through the channels, stopping whenever I saw something that I found hot. Hetero. flip. Hetero. flip. Then, there was the image of a woman laying on top of a man with his cock inside of her, and another cock in her pussy at the same time. Another man was behind her, as she lay on top of the man below her, and both men fucked her pussy at the same time, their cocks stroking together against each other, while they also stroked inside of the woman's pussy. I could imagine how that sensation must feel, as I watched the three working together. The camera showed a close up of the well lubricated cocks, in up to the hilt, and then, sliding out of her wet pussy almost all of the way. It was very erotic, to me. Lisa must have thought so, too. She lay back against me, brushing her ass against my bush. I reached my arm over her side, and down to her cunt. She was wet. She parted her thighs a little, so I could reach between her legs. She was hot, and soaked. I decided I wanted to fuck that pussy.

I got up, and went to the bathroom.

Inside my bag, was my 7 1/2 inch dildo, and my black leather harness. I had condoms, and a big bottle of lubricant. I put my dildo throught the harness's O-ring, the "balls" providing it a base for stability. I positioned the base of the dildo against my pubic area, and laced the waist strap around myself and through the d-ring buckles. I laced the leg straps around each thigh, tightening each strap, until the dildo was positioned perfectly, and girted snugly in place.

When I came back from within the bathroom, Lisa was watching a sexy scene, and absently stroking herself. She looked at me with a smoldering look, and then, she noticed the big dildo. Her eyes widened. I thought for a minute, she wasn't going to go for it. But, she licked her lips, and smiled at me wantonly. She put her hand between her thighs, and squeezed it against her cunt. A moan escaped her.

I got into bed, and lay on my back. I handed her a condom. "Here," I encouraged her.

The big cock pointed up at the ceiling. It looked very real. The color was peachy and the tip was hued a purplish color. It was made to have the look of blue, throbbing veins beneath the surface, like real veins in a hard, pulsing cock. The "balls" at the base were made to push against wearer's clit (if the wearer had a clit), stimulating the wearer, as the wearer gives pleasure to the receiver.

Lisa unwrapped the condom, and placed it at the tip up the big cock. She unrolled it all the way down the long, thick shaft. She lay on her back, as if waiting.

I had other ideas. I lay on my side, and I pulled her to me, with her back against me, so that we were both on our sides, both facing the television. Sexy images flashed before us in a never ending stream. The music played softly, and seductively, it's rythm and flow setting the pace of our sex. The candles scented the air with the scent of caramel, and lit the room in a beautiful glow. The walls beside the bed were lined with mirrors on each side, presenting a new perspective on us in their reflection of our play. Lisa watched the images on the television, as I stroked her pussy with my hand draped over her waist, and pushed down to between her thighs. I kissed and sucked, and nibbled on her neck, and shoulders. I reached my hand up to her nipple and pinched and rolled it until it was a rock hard little bud.

Lisa parted her legs, raising one thigh up, with her knee bent, and foot drawn up, slightly, allowing access to her wet, waiting cunt. Molten juices erupted forth from her aching pussy. I moved my body down a little, so that I could guide the smooth, blunt tip of the big hard cock poised at Lisa's cunt. I thrust my hips slightly forward, and pushed just the tip of the dildo into her tight hole. I moved my hand back around her waist from my position, behind her, and stroked Lisa's clit, my fingers wet with her slick juices. Lisa squirted some clear, slippery lubricant from the bottle I had brought to bed with us into her hand. She coated the big cock head with the fluid, with quick almost urgent movements. I felt Lisa back up to me, and, I guided the blunt tip of the big cock into her from behind. Lisa moaned, as the big cock filled her tight hole. I rubbed her clit, my finger soaked with cum juice, and lube.

With the cock buried deep inside Lisa's pussy, and my fingers exciting her swollen clit, I began to move my hips, slowly thrusting in and out of her pussy. I could see our reflection in the mirror, Lisa's parted legs, allowed me to view the realistic looking dildo, as it slipped in and out of her in long, rythmic strokes. Lisa turned her head so that I could kiss her. Our tongues touched, in a flicker. I rested my cheek against hers, rubbing our skin together. My hand sought her nipple. I tweaked it hard. Once. Then, again, before I moved my attention back to her excited clit. My hips pumped and pumped and pumped, pleasure escalating with each stroke.

I got up on my side, and rolled Lisa onto her back. She looked into my eyes. I could see the passion that she felt, and I could drink the passion when our breath joined, as I positioned myself between her legs and lay on top of her, kissing her. Our sucking mouths locked. Our breasts pressed together. I could feel her nipples hard against me, and my own nipples aching to feel her warm mouth and tongue. Lisa's legs parted wide, her hips thrust forward. I reached my hand down, and guided the dildo into her waiting cunt. It slipped in to the hilt. I let it rest there for a moment. I rest my upper body on one elbow, and slipped my other hand beneath the small of Lisa's back, pulling her to me, as I started fucking the big cock into her. I moved slightly forward, making the slipping shaft slide agaist her clit with every stroke.

Lisa's breath came faster and faster. Her mouth was open, and her eyes half closed. My excitement matched Lisa's. I pumped and thrust and fucked the cock in and out of Lisa's tight hot pussy, her hips meeting my strokes with ever increasing force.

"God, Blue," she gasped, "that feels so fucking good. Keep fucking my pussy with your big cock, Blue. Do it hard, baby. Don't stop fucking me," Lisa begged. Her words thrilled us both. I kissed her, and kept fucking, every stroke causing the base of the dildo to push against my aching, throbbing, excited clit. I wished I could feel the big dong inside of me. I thought of how good it felt to share this intimate act, and the image brought me close to coming.

"Oh, Blue!" I was thrusting hard and fast into Lisa's hot cunt, now. She was coming. She fucked the cock into her, harder and faster, slamming her hips up to meet it. All of the way into her, up to the hilt. She needed it in her as far as it would go, and each bump of the dildo's base as it hit bottom inside Lisa's cunt, brought me closer to the edge. Lisa kissed me feverishly, and the language of her passion escaped from her lips, as she gasped and sighed through her orgasm. Her pussy clasped, and spasmed around the intruding cock. I moved it in and out in short slow little strokes, with my legs squeezed together, my own cunt throbbing as I convulsed in my own climax.

I lay spent and perspiring on top of her, with the strap on still lodged inside of her. Lisa wrapped around me, cuddling close, in bliss, and ecstacy liking it there. I looked into her eyes. I swept her sweat dampened hair back from her face, and kissed her. Soon we slept.

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