Chapter 1nnI had been deployed to Iran for a 1year as part of Operation Desert Storm to take Kuwait back from Saddam Hussein. I had spoken frequently to my wife on the phone checking on things back home and her biggest question (and mine) was, when are you returning?nnUnfortunately, I didn't have the exact answer to this question since getting planes out had proven to be a problem for many of the units down there. We knew within a week or two when we would be going but no specific date had yet been set. I had been without sex for the entire year and I had not even masturbated in the past three months, thinking I'd save a special load up for my wife. When we finally received a firm date as to our departure I decided that I would not tell my wife. Rather I'd catch a ride from my friend, Chris, and have him bring me home thus surprising my wife and avoiding any embarrassing homecoming celebration. When we got back to the States we had a brief ceremony at the Unit and were then released to go home for a long weekend. As my friend's truck approached my house we noticed a number of cars in the driveway and street in front of the house. "Look's like she found out and planned a party anyway"; Chris remarked as he stopped the truck and let me out. nn"Yeah," I grinned, "I guess it's a good surprise though." I grabbed my bags from the truck and walked up to the porch as Chris drove away. I heard music coming from inside and figured that the party was already underway. Leaving my bags on the porch I opened the front door and walked in, I noticed immediately that the living room was empty and the stereo was quite loud. Proceeding through the living room I headed down the hallway toward the sound of the music. The door to the master bedroom was open and one of the most shocking sights of my life was before me.nnMy wife was kneeling naked on the bed surrounded by five men and judging by the amount of cum built up on her face and hair they had been there for quite a wile. I immediately thought of the pistol I had in my bags on the porch and instant vengeance but something stopped me. She didn't seem to be under any type of duress; to the contrary, she was obviously enjoying it. Her pussy and ass were both filled, as well as her mouth, while two other men sat on the side of the bed and the bedroom chair waiting for an orifice to open.

Chapter 4: Sabrina at the MallnnI know it's been a while, but it seems the world of Sabrina has been a little overwhelming and the feedback was too positive to not revisit. If you want to read the first three, you will certainly have a deeper understanding of Sabrina, the Ruthless Tease, but if not, it's not necessary to follow her on this adventure. Enjoy the wicked ways.nnThis was getting difficult to control. Sabrina had seen me.seen my lust for her, and let me swim in it, relish it, devour it. It devoured me too. From the first day when she wickedly teased me with her incredible body until I came in a flood of cum in my shorts, to today, a day that I had been dreading and longing for these last 48 hours. You see, I was now completely at her mercy, but without control over the ability to change that. I loved her and hated her all at the same time!nnThe last time I'd been near Sabrina, she had expertly teased me to the point of my pulling my cock in front of her TWICE, until I came, unable to deny how hot she makes me. You would understand if you could see her. She is just a few inches shorter than me at 5' 10" tall, with hair that is a deep dark brown, with streaks of auburn throughout. She has a six-pack tummy with the cutest piercing, and long, velvet legs that are so firm and silky that they are impossible to forget. But her tiny waist and high school girl's-size ass are in total contrast to an absolutely huge pair of sexy tits that defy logic and desire. Deep, tanned cleavage kills any self-control you may have, and the almost porcelain-smooth skin of her face begs you to feel her lips, her neck. But her absolute sex appeal is her dirty, vicious cock-teasing mind. She has an appetite for lust, seeing it consume a "victim" and watching the eventual meltdown as the total testament to her power. And I am stuck.stuck in the role of cocktease victim.

"Let me finish this drink and I'll be ready to get out there with you," Kimberly said to he son who had graciously given up an even with his girlfriend to show his mother a night out on the town.nnGray smiled and nodded at his mother and then turned his attention back to the dance floor where the young women in the mini-skirts rolled their asses back against their dance partners. Had his girlfriend, Jasmine been there he'd be grinding against her soft buns under her mini-shirt just like the guys on the dance floor.nnKimberly really needed all the encouragement she could get. She had insisted on Gray bring her there where all the young people his age hung out. She studied the provocative way the young women danced with their guys, and she didn't want to get out there and embarrass herself or her son. She had him to pretend that she was his date and so far he had kept up his end of the bargain.nnThe last long island ice-tea opened the acoustic tunnel in her head allowing her to feel the beat of the music inside of her body. She tapped her Gabriella Rocha mid heel sandals and smiled brightly at her son to indicate that she was ready to go out on the dance floor.nnThe beat was slow, heavy, and succulent. Kimberly turned her back to her son on the dance floor and ran her spread fingers along his hips as she pushed her back side against his groan. She moved with the rhythm of the beat moving her bottom up and down and in circles against his groin. She moved his hands from her hips to her bare belly as she leaned back against him.nnGray tried to remember that it was his mother he was dancing with as she caused his hard-on to rise. He had been flattered by her sexy young woman outfit of a mini-shirt and a designer bra, but he didn't realize that she would be making him horny.nnKimberly kept an eye on the young women dancing beside her and tried to immolate their moves. She bent over forward and grabbed her ankles, moved Gray's hand to her crotch before thinking about what she was doing, and rolled her ass deliberately against his hard-on.nnGray's resolve wasn't that strong when it came to his mother. It was hard for him growing up with a sexy mother, but it had an even greater reward. Everything from starting on his high school football team to his last promotion he could contribute to his mother's good look and fantastic body.

I went to watch the Wales versus Ireland rugby game on Saturday. I'm not a follower of rugby, but any excuse for a drink in the company of lots of men gets my vote! Unfortunately when I have had a few drinks I get a little cocky and think I know it all, which was obviously not the case at the weekend. With just having had St. Patrick's Day I was all for Ireland winning the game, and made a bet with a bunch of Welsh supporters that Ireland would win. I offered to bet £20 but they said if I was that sure I should make it £100. I guess the drink bolstered my confidence so I agreed, even though I didn't have that amount of money with me.nnIt all started so well, but it was soon obvious that I had made a bit of a mistake, and throughout the match the guys were getting full of themselves about taking my money. I phoned a few of my friends and asked them to come bail me out, but they had gone to Liverpool shopping and wouldn't be back in time. I decided there was only one thing for it, and that was to get drunk! I went to the bar to get another bottle of wine and thought about sneaking out, but one of the guys had followed me and escorted me back into the pool room that had the big screen.nnIt was only half time and I could already feel the effects of the first bottle of wine. Some of the guys were playing pool and I watched them for a while. They were both pretty useless, which gave me an idea. I would wait until after the match and offer to play them and make the bet double or quits. nnBefore long the game restarted and for a minute I hoped Ireland looked like getting back into it, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. I poured myself another glass and carried on with my original idea of getting drunk. Pretty soon the game ended with Wales emerging victorious and winning the Grand Slam. The guys were shouting and jumping around in celebration and I thought for a minute that they had forgotten about our bet, but no such luck. nn"Come on then girl, pay up" one of them demanded.