The Harem -- I've Got A. Secret

As she drove through the quiet streets, A. Secret kept fidgeting with her seatbelt. And her coat. And her skirt. But nothing helped. She knew that she was on her way to a special evening, unlike any she had seen for a long time. At home, it was business as usual – the husband in the office, working away…ignoring the needs of this gorgeous, hot woman that he slept with most nights. Any fool could see that the Secret was a woman who needed – indeed, deserved to be fucked and sucked and fingered and swore at and slapped around and fucked again on a regular basis. If he was any kind of gentleman at all, he’d say “Sure, honey. Have a good time.” But now she found her way to her own sexual pleasure, and nothing would ever stop her from doing so ever again. As she drew closer to the address to which she was invited, her itch in her cunt became more pronounced. She put the car into cruise and lifted her right leg to offer more access to her pussy, freshly shaven and sans underwear….just as she was told.


The woman reached down and felt her wetness. She flinched in surprise at how excited she was….why was this night different than others? She curled two fingers up and thrust them easily into that hungry cunt. Immediately she cried out “Oh fuck!!!” It felt too good to pull out, so she just kept fucking herself at a steady pace. Goddamn, it felt good to finger herself….she’d never done this while driving. As she passed a trucker, this Secret kept fingering herself. The trucker looked wide-eyed and stared at this hot vision of blonde, noisy pussy – for now, she was getting into it in a hurry – and he pulled the horn hard. She passed him and began to talk dirty, a favorite thing…..” goddamn yes, you fuck that cunt, honey, fuckit fuckit hard. Really go-o-o-oddd! Jesus, fuckme….YesyesyesYESSSSS….!!!” And then came the cum, and she began to jerk hard in her body. Men had told her they LOVED to watch her cum, because she did it with her whole being. The Secret could barely keep the car on the road, but she did. The orgasm did not go easily….it stayed for a bit, and she almost had to pull over to recover. But as soon as she had that thought, up came her exit off the PCH. She gently put her quivering foot down on the brake to interrupt the cruise control, slowing down for about a quarter-mile to the exit ramp. Fuck ME, she thought to herself……

When Secret turned toward the mountains, she spotted the extended drive back to the ranch. She drove the smooth lane to see a log ranchhouse with a huge wraparound porch. Everything was rustic and warm. And surprisingly quiet….Secret rang the doorbell. A strong, stocky man with a shaven head and a calm demeanor greeted her. “Oh, my goodness...My little Secret! I thought you’d never get here, honey. Welcome!” He put his popeye arms around her in warm fellowship. Her response was surprising, even to her open mind. She thrusted her loving, fun body into his and said “This is just what I thought it would be! How are you, baby?” “Better now”, he said. “Come on in.” There was a gentleman standing in the room about fifteen feet from the door. She didn’t quite get a glimpse of him, although she would soon meet him in person. Her host threw Secret’s coat and overnight bag at him; then he said to her “You go down the hallway to the last room on the left. I’ll be right there.” And she obeyed. She felt safe. At ease. And as hot as she had been in weeks. When she walked into the room, she was stunned to see….a large bouquet of wildflowers and greenery with a card in front of them, her name on the front. She opened the card, smiling at its sentiment. Then she read the writing inside: “Baby….do what I tell you this evening, and I hope you’ll thank me forever….” She immediately felt a pussy twinge. Her instincts were telling her that this was all right. She was going to be all right.

There was a bottle of wine, already opened with several glasses beside its chilling holder. She poured a glass, sat down in the leather Roosevelt chair, and she waited. She looked around the room. A huge one, to begin with. On her end was a large leather sofa and chair. The bar was to her right. On the wall were photographs, the kind one collects, as if they were from famous artisans. The other end of the room had a kingsize bed with native bedding on it. Lots of memorabilia and leather and a pine smell, too. This was a man’s man, she gathered, one who was not threatened by a woman’s strength, either. She could tell that he knew who he was.

She found herself once again fingering her cunt, having unconsciously pulled up her skirt while she sipped on the wine...she felt that safe and relaxed. As she looked around the room, her eyes began to spin in that 'goddamnit i’mhot' mood. Since their communiqués encouraged such brazen display, the Secret took a chance on her own pleasure. She kept fingering that hot spot inside until those familiar stirrings arrived again. She downed the glass and started to concentrate on herself. She stood up and took off her ivory silk blouse. She reached back to unclasp her icyblue bra when she heard “Let me help you.” And it didn’t startle her. He was experienced in the ways of undressing a woman, and on this one, it was very easy….she wanted it done. He grabbed her hips and turned her around, kissing her neck, her ear, her cheek. He bit her face as she continued unzipping her skirt. He grabbed her generous tits by the nipples and pushed her away, then roughly yanking them back to him. She cried out “JESUSCHRIST, DADDY!!!” She kept her arms at her sides as he then removed her skirt. All she had on were her blue heels….they stayed on for now. He then gently sat her down in the chair and refilled her glass. “Go on, Baby….finger it for me. Lemme watch.” This got her so fucking hot. She went at that pussy like a flea on a dog, she was so excited. He laughed and gently tugged on her arm. “Easy, easy, honey. We have all night, and I have plans.” He began to take his own clothes off as she watched him. She changed fucking her cunt to massaging her giant clit, so swollen with excitement. Soon they were both naked, both masturbating for each other, drinking wine and taking it all nice and easy. Being an older man, it took him a bit of time, but yes, he got it nice and hard. “Reach in that drawer for me, would you please, honey?” The only thing in the drawer was some Astroglide, which she pulled out and tossed to him. “I KNOW you love your lube.” “Fuck yes! And you will too.” He put a liberal squirt on himself as she watched in near awe. This kind of uninhibited behavior, she had only dreamed about from other men. Now she was getting a man whose passion matched hers. He was about six inches, nice and solid, the head a constant crimson. When he was comfortable, he reached for his wine.

“So…talk to me….” “What would you like to hear?” “The truth…..why you accepted this invitation, for instance. I’ve never hidden anything from you, so I hope that helped you. Why did you so readily accept?” The circular motion on her clit was slowing a bit, which actually added to the excitement – she was already close. “Well….you made it all so enticing, so ….. hot. I had to see what it was about.” “I’ll buy that.” He walked over to where she was sitting. “Do you want me to watch me cum now, or would you like to cum first?” She was so startled that her fingers instinctively went back into her cunt. He laughed. “Okay, honey…..I’ll wait. Let’s work on you.” He bent down between her legs, hiking them up over his shoulders. He pressed a button and the back of the chair slowly drew back. The little bitch giggled like a schoolgirl. “Fuck, I love this!” He took her fingers and put them back on her clit. Gently he said “Just keep stroking your clit, Baby. I’ll do the rest for you. Lie back and enjoy it.” He took his lubed fingers and inserted two of them into her now throbbing pussy. “OHmyGOD” she growled as he fingerfucked this wonderfully hot little slut. Suddenly she began to go faster, so he picked up his pace as well. Out of her mouth came the sex poetry he loved…..”fuckyes, Daddy, fuck that cuntf or me…come on baby… yesyesyes, that’s it…just how I….ohfuckohfuckOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUUUUUCCCKK!” And when she orgasmed, she actually squirted him on his chest – it was that forceful. But he wasn’t done yet. Chuckling at her lust, he said “Don’t you stop, not yet. I’m not done with you yet…..” So after a bit more of her working her clit, he took his other two fingers…..and he easily pushed them into her open ass. She screamed ‘OH DAMN!!! NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT LIKE THAT!!!!” And as she moved her clit, he fucked her in two holes. His stronger fingers were working her g-spot really hard, and his secondary fingers were stroking her asshole, along for the ride. That absolutely set her off…. He fucked her hard and fast. She fucked herself hard and fast…..then he began his own blue streak….”that’s it…..come on now, honey….you’re gonna cum for me and you’re gonna love it….AREN’T YOU???” He jerked her cunt hard for emphasis. All she could say was “yesyesyesyesyes…..” He kept it going….”You fuck that cunt, you bitch. Do it hard….yes….that’s just the way I like it too…..fuck it, honey….come on goddamnyou…FUCKIT….FUCKIT….FUCKIT….. FUCKIT….FUUUUCCCKK!!!!” And with that, she had cum once more: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”……….

As they relaxed, he put their wine glasses nearby on the table, so they could simply relax and drink…..”Welcome to the house, Baby….” They both smiled……

As the evening progressed, A. Secret and her host found more than the sexual byplay in common. Books, music, food….they even discovered that they both liked to bend an elbow at some small saloon and talk politics or just stare at the people as they walked by. They sat at the rustic table in robes, hers white, his a burgundy. Dinner was quite an experience….crabcake with tiny scallion bits, surrounded by a horseradish mustard and cocktail sauce…something called mountain paella – a rice dish made in a light vegetable broth…filled with onion, mushroom, peas…accompanied by small slices of andouille sausage, honeyed almonds and wild rabbit…hell, she just about orgasmed from the sight of the giant, overflowing bowl – a green salad full of berries, brie and shaved leek, topped with a mango vinegarette…..and for dessert, a simple pineapple sorbet. They sat and ate and talked and laughed and stroked and fondled and farted and played and cried and laughed again. For both of them, it was an escape to another place, another life, even if it lasted only a few hours. The wine flowed right along with their exchanged juices. An utterly Bacchanalian kind of night….no judgment, no pressure, just the sharing of a friendship that neither had seen in years.

“You are quite a woman.” he exclaimed. “What in the world is wrong with your husband that he should let a prize like you start to slip away?” Secret grew just a bit dark. With quiet tone, she said simply “Let’s just keep this up as long as we can, okay? There is plenty of time in life to talk about that side of ourselves. Not tonight.” He reached and softly took her hand. “Absolutely. I only meant to – “ “I know” she interrupted. “I just want to have this all to myself. Nothing else matters.” “You’re right. I apologize.” And he took her into him, stroking her hair in strong, tender movements. He gently kissed her lips; she opened her mouth and they allowed their tongues to meet. And play. And thrust down each other’s throats. He took his new friend on a tour of the house, its broad Western influence evident with all the smells of a man, all the loving nooks in all the rooms, full of warmth and reaching out to all who passed by. She felt so at home here and wondered what was next on the evening docket…..She didn’t have to wait long….As they went upstairs to one of the bedrooms – fireplaces upstairs, after all – he suddenly put his right hand into her pussy. It was easy, because it was wet from the time she arrived. And she laughed and began some hot, uneven breathing. He said to her “Just follow me, honey.” And he started to literally pull her by her cunt, her pelvis, stroking her clit with his thumb as they strolled slowly toward the end of the hall. Fuck, she thought, this is too fucking hot to believe….
When they got to the bedroom, the Secret felt hot and ready. An endless bed made of oak…and still smelled remarkably fresh…lay before her. “How many bedrooms do you have??” He smiled broadly. “How many do you need?” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him. He kissed her mouth hard and with purpose; then he threw her on the bed by the hair. was taken offguard by this motion, but she was game….as all good women are. He pulled his robe off and went down to her, kissing every crevice, every curve with little bites along the way. She was in an ecstasy that was new to her. His tongue led the way on her body and he kissed and nibbled every piece of her flesh that he could get into his mouth. He got to a breast and alternately sucked and bit into her – she reveled in the pain and the pleasure….he was careful and expert in not hurting her at all. He wanted to provide her such a wide variety of sensual feeling, and judging from her moans and grunts, he was doing her quite well.

He got on his knees and then began to slap her breasts. She got very wide-eyed at this, but she loved it just the same. He slapped them until they were red and glowing and firey. He told her “Pinch your nipples. Let’s see how you like yourself.” And she did so with palms and fingers and pulling and pushing and then, for good measure, she used her nails to dig into her tits…leaving her own marks on them. Christ this was so fucking hot for both of them. He quickly went down to her waiting cunt, which was pouring its juices out of her in a remarkable rapid path…the bed had a wet spot about a foot wide already….Jesus, what was next….He laid down in between her legs, hiking them over his shoulders. The fit was perfect. He sucked in that clit as fast as he could – he wanted to get somewhere, it was obvious. She stopped her light self-punishing long enough to feel his tongue devouring her all around, up and down, side to side. Then he did something she’d never felt before. He sucked in her clit and then surrounded it with his teeth…..What a sensation this was. As he lowered his teeth onto her bud, Secret began a long, drawn-out groan that came deep from within. The closer he got to the base of the clit, the higher her pitch became. Just as he touched flesh with his teeth – so it wasn’t really a bite – he sucked in hard and flipped it with his tongue in every direction. That did it for her….a thick gush, accompanied by that constant moan which was never that loud, but always present…she had cum all over his face, his chin, his neck. As she orgasmed, the woman reached down to grab his head. In the middle of all this stimulus, she began to slap his head like it was a bongo drum…this went on for a few minutes….thankfully she was one of those women who could, indeed, keep cumming…and this man knew what he was doing, so he timed his breathing to her spasmodic moves….When they got to the end, she was trying to push him away as he was pulling himself into her. He was not going to let go until she was just satiated by her own energy…..

And yes, it did happen. She finally let go and lay in a heap on the bed, breathing as though she’d just run a couple of miles. He pulled himself out of her and collapsed on his back, proud that he had done her right…..

When he caught his own breath, he went to the night table and poured for them some ice water that had been readied for them. She laid there for a good five minutes, not moving….it had been a while since a man had offered her such complete and uncomplicated release. And he hadn’t asked for, nor demanded anything for himself. She asked him about that. “Most men I’ve known would have already climbed on and fucked me. You haven’t done that yet.” “Oh, don’t worry, I will. I wouldn’t miss fucking a quality woman like you….This is a magic opportunity.” They both chuckled. Then he said “No, my own outlook is this – give her what she wants and all that she wants first. Then when you know she is happy, you take what she gives you. Chances are, if you have enjoyed my eating you out, my feeding you, and fingering you and everything else this evening….you’ll offer me what I want in due time.” He look into her eyes, now focused on his every word. “I don’t ask because it’s not necessary. I don’t take when I want you to give it to me….it’s called respect.” And he kissed her forehead.

A. Secret bowed her head and said to him “Whatever you want.”

And they fucked and sucked and held each other in that bed with a roaring fireplace and a comfort between them that they knew was special. She particularly liked when he turned her on her side and hooked her leg around him. It touched places inside her that were new to her excitement. And God when he came….she thought he was going to explode, he was so loud. And she laughed and moved her cunt to jiggle his cock and he kept this primitive relief in vogue, screaming and sweating like an old stray dog who was getting his first bitch in a long time.

Friends like A. Secret, the kind of woman who get it…..those are the ones who have their own place in the free spirit of life.