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It’s an old, old fantasy: two women, one man, making love in
joyful abandon. I can’t remember how long ago the potent picture
entered my mind: one woman straddling my cock, a second woman
straddling my mouth, and all three of us consumed by pleasure.
But I’ll never forget the stormy summer evening when that
lingering fantasy at last became a delightful reality — or the
love with which Lois and Monica gave me, and themselves, that
memory.
Lois has an old-fashioned name, but her outlook is thoroughly
modern. Her warm, bright spirit draws people of like temperament
to her, and she has built a large circle of dear friends, all
fiercely protective and loyal. Though no advocate of “free love,”
she loves freely, and gives herself permission to embrace her
friends with more than her heart. Over the years many, including
several of the women, have shared her bed and attentions.
And yet no one who knows her would for a moment think her
promiscuous or predatory, for she blends discretion and honesty so
well that ruffled feathers are rare. It’s clear that these
encounters are a bonding between friends, a physical affirmation
of the trust and affection which already exist. When I met Lois
and was invited into that circle, I had to throw out some of my
own old-fashioned notions.
But I’ve been well rewarded for my willingness to change. A
year after we met, Lois and I moved in together. That was two
years ago, and I’ve never been happier or more sexually contented.
What’s more, Lois’s friends, who at first scrutinized me
suspiciously, the way a father does his daughter’s date, have
begun to accept me into their embrace.
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Which brings me to Monica.
When I first met her, at an outdoor May wedding, she reminded
me of a girl I had admired in high school: jet-black hair, olive
skin, and a classical Italian voluptuousness. Her large breasts
filled her white button blouse in a most provocative way, and her
rounded hips and full bottom made the sight of her walking away a
powerful temptation.
Lois noted my interest with a smile. “I’ll just say one thing
about Monica,” she told me. “Be straight with her. Don’t play
games.”
I took that advice to heart. When the chance for a private
moment arose late in the day, I told Monica plainly how
delightfully sexy I found her. Her eyes brightened, and she
allowed as how she had always liked tall men, and thought I had
fascinating eyes.
Before that conversation was done, we had shared a first
tentative but electrifying kiss, and I had learned a great deal
about her history with Lois. They had been close years ago, before
Monica moved a thousand miles east. After five years in what
Monica called “urban exile,” she had just returned to her home
town, two highway hours away from where Lois and I live.
She had no car, so we probably wouldn’t see her often, she
said. But she hoped to see us soon, under better circumstances for
catching up. And then she casually confided that she had always
been attracted to Lois, though she had never quite known how to
tell her.
“Maybe I’ll just have to seduce you both someday,” she said,
her tone light, but her smile saucy.
Then her ride called her away, and in a few minutes Monica was
gone. So it was left to me to report back to Lois that Monica was
interested — in both of us. I watched as Lois’s expression
metamorphosed, in several stages, from startled to intrigued.
“In that case,” Lois said slowly, “there’s something else I
should tell you about Monica. I think she has the most beautiful
tits–”
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We didn’t talk about it, but from that point onward, a
threesome involving Monica, Lois, and me was somehow in the air.
No one had made any promises, but all the pieces were there — if
only they came together in the right time and place.
The right time turned out to be only a month away, though at
first it seemed like an absolutely wrong place. The occasion was
our group’s annual weekend swim-and-sing campout in a nearby state
park. Even though Lois and I knew Monica was coming, we also knew
that sunscreened skin, mosquito-sprayed clothing, crowded tents,
and narrow air mattresses — plus no privacy to speak of — didn’t
add up to anyone’s idea of ideal conditions.
But Mother Nature intervened. It was brutally hot and humid
all afternoon, while we were at the lake. By dinner time, back at
our campsite, the sky was a wall of dark clouds. By dusk there was
no mistaking the ominous rumbles, and when the wind changed, we
knew we wouldn’t escape the downpour. A few hardy souls vowed to
stick it out, but the rest of us quickly struck our tents and
began to gather our gear.
Monica, though, was in a temporary quandary. She wasn’t eager
to stay, but she’d been dropped off at the park by her housemates,
who had continued on into the city and wouldn’t be back until
Sunday. When Monica looked at us hopefully, Lois and I looked at
each other and saw the answer we wanted in each other’s eyes.
“Why don’t you come home with us?” I said. Monica’s hopeful
smile widened into a happy one.
On the drive home, the sexual tension filled our Accord like a
glowing cloud. We talked about everything but sex, yet I could
hardly think of anything else. It was hard to keep my eyes on the
dark, rain-slick highway. The fingers of lightning fracturing the
sky outside reflected the electric atmosphere inside the car.
When we reached our townhouse, Lois opened a bottle of white
wine, and I loaded the CD with jazz and Latin rock. We’d been
building up erotic energy for hours, just as the thunderstorm
raging outside had built through that sultry afternoon. But still,
there was no hurry. I understood — there was no need for haste.
We had a night and a day together ahead of us.
Finally, with sheets of rain hammering the living room
windows, Lois set aside her empty glass, reached out to squeeze
Monica’s hand, and bent to kiss me. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said.
We undressed by the warm light of one small lamp, and met in
the middle of the queen-sized bed. Monica kissed me, then Lois,
long deep kisses that seemed to drive the temperature in the room
higher. The two women were a study in contrasts: Lois taller,
catlike, her skin pale even after the day’s sun, her hair a honey-
blonde cascade to mid-back — Monica darker, her eyes jet like her
hair, her lips as soft and inviting as her hourglass figure. Their
scents mingled in my nostrils in a delightful confusion.
Lois reached out and gently caressed the dramatic curves of
Monica’s breasts, which were even fuller and more luscious than
her clothing had betrayed. “See?” Lois murmured to me, as though
reading my thoughts. “Didn’t I tell you?” Her fingertips grazed
Monica’s nipples, making the other woman shiver and close her
eyes. My cock, already jutting upward, stiffened at the sight.
I tattooed a line of kisses along Lois’s shoulder, then cupped
and cradled Monica’s brown-tipped globes in my hands, enjoying
their weight and warmth. Lois bent forward and experimentally
teased a nipple with her tongue. When I did the same, Monica
moaned and laid back on the bed, cradling her breasts in her own
hands and offering them up to our mouths.
We were quick to accept the invitation. Monica’s nipples rose
rewardingly under the eager attention we gave them, lips and
tongue and nipping teeth. She squirmed on the black bedspread and
made quiet mewling sounds of pleasure. At one point Lois and I
pillowed our heads on Monica’s breasts as we kissed, sloppy hungry
kisses that seemed to arouse Monica almost as much as they did us.
Hands were everywhere, the unexpected touch part of the
strange wonderfulness of three together — exploring the familiar
and the unfamiliar in turn and at once. Monica’s fingers in my
hair, Lois lightly stroking my now-throbbing hardness, my own
hands firmly squeezing Lois’s ass cheeks, the way I knew she
liked, or tracing lines across Monica’s belly and inner thighs,
looking to discover what she liked.
Before long, I slid down along Monica’s body, kissing my way
to the apex of her thighs, and parted her dark fur with my tongue.
Her taste was complex, her fragrance intoxicating, and I happily
buried my face there and began to give her the very best of my
oral talents. Her clit swelled gratifyingly under my tongue just
as her nipple had, and soon the whole bed was moving with Monica’s
ecstatic contortions. But, not long after, her moaning, from which
I’d been taking my cue, seemed to stop.
When I glanced up, I saw why. Lois had taken inspiration from
what I was doing to Monica, and moved around to where she could
lower her own wet pussy onto Monica’s mouth. Lois’s eyes were
closed, her lips parted, her fingertips pinching her own nipples
as she rode Monica’s tongue in a haze of delicious sensation.
Monica was pinned to the bed at one end by Lois’s silky lips
and at the other by my mouth. In between, she arched her back and
clawed at her own breasts, squeezing them harder than I would have
thought she’d enjoy. But Monica was at that point of arousal where
pain and pleasure merge, and I began to tongue her faster, to suck
gently on her swollen clit. Suddenly she let out a gasping,
moaning cry that even Lois’s thighs could not muffle, and Monica’s
body jerked in powerful spasm.
Monica was near-faint in afterglow, and Lois moved from her to
me, nudging me onto my back and lowering herself onto my cock. Her
inflamed pussy was like a hot velvet glove sliding down over my
hardness, but she was so wet that there was barely any friction.
She leaned forward to let me suck her nipples, and rocked up and
down on my shaft with a voracious, ferocious energy that brought
me right to the edge of orgasm.
But, reaching down to where we were joined, Lois seized my
cock at the root and clamped her fingers around it in an iron
grip, staving off my explosion while she rode me to her own. Her
almost agonized cries of joy and a warm, spreading wetness between
us declared the intensity of her release.
By this time, Monica had sat up, and was biting her lower lip
and watching us intently. “Is there any of that left for me?” she
asked hopefully when Lois, emerging from her flushed haze, finally
noticed her.
Lois shimmied playfully atop her impaler. “Feels like it to
me,” she said, leaning forward to kiss me. “What do you think,
sweetheart?”
“By all means — it’s only polite,” I answered with a smile.
So Lois gave way, moving to the side and helping Monica kneel
astride my hips, even guiding my cock inside her friend’s hungry
opening. The differences in texture, in temperature, in enveloping
sensation, between the two women was remarkable. But Monica was no
less exciting than Lois had been, especially when she began to
enthusiastically bounce up and down, her muscles milking my cock
and driving all coherent thought from my mind.
I scarcely noticed Lois moving until she was at my head and
above me. But when I looked up and saw her glistening crimson gash
descending toward my mouth, a shiver of delight ran through me.
When her lips were sealed against mine, my tongue tasting her
exotic dew, I was transported to heaven.
It was the picture out of my fantasy, only better — because I
had always seen it from the outside, and now I was in the middle
of it. I licked Lois eagerly, thrust my cock deep into Monica, and
asked for nothing else but for it to go on forever. It couldn’t,
of course, for there’s no way to store that kind of sexual
electricity, to endure such exquisite stimulation, for long.
All too soon — and at the same time, none too soon — I was
lost in a storm of my own, flooding jets of come into Monica and
sending a lightning charge of pure animal pleasure from my arching
body into both my partners. I think that one, maybe both, of the
women came for a second time soon after, either from what I had
given them or from what they had been doing to each other.
But it wasn’t important enough to ask about as we collapsed
into a happy, fragrant huddle of warm, tired bodies. All that
mattered was how close we felt in that moment, and how lovely —
and loving — it had been.
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There were three more episodes of erotic exploration — in
different rooms, moods, and combinations — before Monica was
picked up by her housemates late the next day. But the time I
remember most fondly was early Sunday morning, when I awoke first,
savoring both the warm contact with the sleeping women on either
side of me and the memory of what had happened in that bed the
night before.
Monica was the next to awake, and turned to snuggle closer to
me. The snuggling gave way to soft sleepy kissing, and then to
wide-awake caresses and short-breathed sighs. Both of us were
eager to go farther, but reluctant to exclude Lois, a late sleeper
by nature, and loathe to give her a rude and uncomfortable wake-up
surprise. But Lois stirred enough as Monica and I were purring at
idle to become aware of what was going on.
“Is it all right if I borrow him for just a little while?”
Monica asked, reaching across me to brush a lock of hair back from
Lois’s cheek.
“Sure,” Lois said with a heavy-lidded smile. She kissed me on
the shoulder and murmured, “Go ahead, it’s okay,” as she burrowed
back into her pillows. It was more than permission — it was
confirmation that the warm bond among the three of us was still
there, that there were no regrets or second thoughts.
This time, the love-making was simple and straightforward.
“Please fuck me,” Monica whispered, and shifted in the bed so that
she could open her legs and invite me atop and inside. Leaning on
my hands, I thrust my morning-hard cock into her with long, slow
strokes, deep to the hilt and then pulling out until only the tip
of the head joined us. After a time, I dropped to my elbows so
that I could once more enjoy her wonderful breasts and large,
suckable nipples. Monica’s arms went around my waist to hold me
close and deep, and she seemed to welcome my weight on her.
Then, as our movements grew gradually more energetic, and we
both began to draw ragged, gasping breaths to fuel our pounding
hearts and blood, Lois edged closer, still sleepy, and curled
against us, holding my hand, resting her head on Monica’s arm. She
had no energy for any more, but joined us as three, and basked in
the sensual halo surrounding us, smiling with an inner
satisfaction as first Monica, then I cried out our joy and our
release.
Strange as it may sound, I felt, somehow, as if I’d been
making love to both of them again. And I knew, resting back on my
pillow, that these were two special women with whom I was sharing
an extraordinary weekend and feeling, and I counted myself a
lucky, lucky man.
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The phone in Daniel’s apartment rang just as he was about to walk out
the door. He stood in the doorway debating on whether or not to answer
it. Already late, he shrugged and rushed to answer it on the fourth
ring.

“Hello?”

“Hello boy…”

Daniel blushed, so much so that it could be heard in his voice when he
answered “Good evening Mistress.”

“I need you..”

“But Mistress, I was just about to head…”

A soft tsking cut him off mid-sentence and Daniel closed his mouth,
hushing immediately. He swallowed and took a deep breath as a moment
of silence followed before she said “I will expect you here within half
an hour, dressed and ready for me, understood?”

Daniel groaned softly as he answered “Yes Mistress..”

“Good boy…”

Daniel smiled despite himself and whispered “Thank You Mistress.” Just
before he heard her hanging up. He stood there holding the phone in
his hand, wondering how it was he was going to explain this one to the
guys. Not 20 minutes before he had agreed to meet them at the local
bar to watch the game. He could say he had been called into work, no..
best to just tell them that something had come up and that he couldn’t
stay. Calculating how much time it would take him to get dressed and
then to stop by the bar and still make it to her house within 30
minutes, Daniel rushed into the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes
from the phone to his bed as he rushed to make it in time.

Nearly 40 minutes later, Daniel was cursing that one beer he just had to
have in order to save face with the guys as he rang Her doorbell. He
fidgeted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he waited..
and waited.. and waited resisting the urge to ring the doorbell again.
He knew she would not be happy that he was late. He stuffed his hands
into the pockets of his jacket and stood there, wiggling his hips a
little until the door opened.

Daniel blushed as he saw her standing there, hands on her hips as she
looked up at him, one foot tapping gently on the floor as she lifted
her right hand to glance at her watch. “A little late aren’t we boy?”
She asked as she held her hand out.

He looked at her hand in disbelief and whispered “Mistress.. someone
might see..”

She laughed and wiggled her fingers “Then I suggest that you do so and
quickly so that you may come in.”

Daniel quickly removed his jacket, and handed it to her. She walked
away from the doorway to hang it in the hall closet, then came back to
the door, her long red nightgown swishing softly as she moved. Daniel
let his gaze travel over her form as her unbuttoned his shirt, feeling
the warm fall air brush over his arms and chest, revealing the top of
the blue lace teddy she had bought him. She took his shirt and draped
it over her arm, before brushing her long black hair over her shoulder,
smiling as she watched him undress on her front porch.

Daniel blushed as he kicked off his shoes and then bent to pick them up
so that he could hand them to her. She took them quietly and placed
them just inside the doorway, her smile broadening across her face as
she saw the white stockings adorning his feet. Daniel whimpered and
looked around, praying that none of her neighbors were taking notice of
his stripping down on her step. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them
over his hips, gasping as the night air moved against his lace covered
ass. Goosebumps sprang up immediately on the smooth skin of his thighs
above the lace tops of the stockings. Folding the jeans quickly he
handed them to her and whispered “Mistress.. may I please come in now?”
She draped the jeans over her arm and nodded, stepping back , opening
the door all the way to allow him in. He stepped inside, and once she
shut the door, he dropped to his knees, kneeling before her in his
teddy and stockings, the garters stretching over his smooth hairless
thighs. She insisted that he remained shaved, and he never
disappointed her in that aspect. As she stood there, holding his
clothes, looking down at him, his sex bulged and began straining
against the soft lace that covered it. She smiled and laid his
clothes in a chair that was nearby then took a blindfold from the table
in the hallway that held a small vase of fresh cut flowers. His eyes
followed her every movement, his heart racing as he saw the blindfold,
wondering what it was she had in store for him tonight.

Bending to kiss his lips, she smiled and whispered “Do you love me?”

He leaned forward to recieve her kiss, murmuring softly “Yes Mistress..”

She purred as she licked his lips and whispered “Do you trust me?”

He moaned softly as he slipped his tongue forward to lick at her own,
taking subtle liberties that he knew she would allow, as he nodded,
whispering ever so softly “Yes Mistress”

She slipped the blindfold over his eyes, her nails lightly grazing his
scalp as she adjusted the straps around his head. She kissed across
his cheek, until her lips pulled softly at his earlobe..”Safeword?” she
whispered to him.

He moaned softly, keeping his hands firmly on his thighs, when he wanted
so badly to reach out and touch her. He murmured his safe word, it
never changed, but she always asked at the beginning of a scene just to
have it in his head.. “turtle…” He groaned softly as he felt her
stand, her scent lingering about his face.

“Head up boy.”

The sharp command caught him slightly off guard, but he lifted his head
obediently, then purred softly as he felt the soft white lace choker
with the gold M dangling from it clasp about his neck. He took a deep
breath and then felt a gentle smack on his lace covered ass. “You know
the way.. move…”

Daniel inhaled deeply and let the breath out slowly, turning slightly to
the left and falling forward onto his hands and knees. He crawled
slowly towards her living room. Counting his steps beneath his breath,
he could hear her bare feet padding quietly beside him and was
comforted knowing that she was there to guide him, just in case he
forgot and perhaps bumped into something along the way.

Just as he counted off the last step into the living room, Daniel knelt
up and spread his thighs again, slipping his hands up behind his neck,
eagerly awaiting her command. He could feel his heart thudding wildly
in his chest in anticipation, then froze, his heart seeming to stop as
he heard not one giggle, but several, each distinctive in pitch and
depth. He moved his head from side to side, his body starting to
tremble a little as he lifted his head at an angle, trying to see
beneath the blindfold.

“Our entertainment has arrived ladies…”

Whistles and applause went up, and Daniel gasped and groaned. His
darkest fantasy and worst nightmare all rolled into one seemed about to
unfold. He whimpered softly “Mistress…” and immediately her hand was
in his hair, smoothing over his long dark locks, reassuring him. He
leaned into her hand, trying to calm himself. His hands began to shake
behind his neck. He scooted closer to her, nuzzling her thigh, his
eyes closed behind the blindfold.

“Oh look he is sooo adorable.. send him over here, let us see him..” a
woman called, and Daniel shook his head, not ready.. wanting to go..
wanting to see, but still hesitant. His safe word lingered about his
lips as he pressed his forehead to her thigh, his hands coming down to
carefully close about her calf.

“Awwww….I think he’s shy..” another woman called.

“Mistress.. please…” Daniel called to her quietly and she bent to
gently stroke his cheek as she kissed his lips again and whispered to
him “I will not leave the room, and will not let anything happen that
you are not comfortable with.. trust me…” He nodded, accepting what
she would give to him and expose him to. She again stroked his cheek
and pressed a loving kiss to his lips as she mouthed softly, her breath
caressing his cheek as the words “I love you” brushed past his ear. He
licked his lips, and steeled himself, straightening up as she stood,
resuming his kneeling position.

“Well???” and impatient voice called out and he heard his Mistress laugh
softly as she said “He’s all yours.”

Daniel took a deep breath as he heard a bit of rustling, then felt
someone’s finger in his choker, guiding him quickly across the floor.
Another hand rubbed his shoulder, and another smacked his ass as he
felt himself begin led towards the fireplace. He tripped over what he
felt to be a pillow and heard a soft “careful” whispered close to his
ear as he felt another hand trailing along his stockinged thighs.

“What can we do with him? Can we remove the blindfold?? Can we touch
him? Can he touch us?” Female voices gushed the questions, laughing
and giggling as several hands roamed over his body, pushing him face
down onto the soft carpet before the fireplace. Daniel could feel the
warmth of the fire brushing against his skin, heating it more than what
it already was. His cheeks burned with a blush, as he felt his thighs
being spread, and fingers trailing high up between his legs, nearly
touching his balls beneath the lace before pulling away.

“He is yours to do with as you will.. but he is not to be permitted to
cum.. that pleasure alone belongs to me.”

Squeals of delight went up and Daniel groaned as he heard her words. A
sharp slap to his ass brought his head up as he felt hips being lifted
off the floor. He braced himself on his elbows and whimpered as he
heard a stern voice say… “Let’s see how well you can take a
spanking..” All the ladies seemed to giggle and Daniel whimpered as
the snap crotch of the teddy was pulled open and his ass was bared to a
heavy hand that rained several blows down on him, reddening his ass and
the back of his thighs. All the women counted, as if counting down at
New Years Eve, making it harder for him to lose himself in the feel of
each stinging smack.

Daniel’s ass burned a bright red by the time they had counted the 20
spanks, but his cheeks burned even brighter with humiliation. His
pusle raced and his sex throbbed, hanging between his legs until
someone reached in between his thighs to touch him and began stroking
him, he groaned and begged.. “ooohhh please..” only to have his ass
smacked once again..

“We need to do something with his mouth, he talks too much..”

Murmurs of agreement went up and then someone called out “I know.. you
girl get over here..”

Girl? Daniel thought.. Girl? I’m not the only sub here?? His heart
thudded a bit faster but the idea calmed him a bit until he felt the
finger in his choker again, guiding him away from the fire place. His
face was pressed into someone’s soft skin, his head guided lower, until
his nose was filled with the scent of her sex. He moaned as he heard
the order spoken and immediately began to lick at the girl’s clit. His
nose brushed against soft curls, but his lips met with smooth slick
skin. He licked hungrily, his tongue darting in and out of her sweet
sex, his hands coming up to touch her thighs, pushing them wider apart.
He heard a few moans and encouraging whispers as he delved deeper and
deeper, pressing his face harder against her.

He closed his eyes behind the blindfold once more, concentrating on
pleasuring the woman beneath him as he felt her thighs lightly pressing
against his cheeks. His hands gripped at her thighs, his nails lightly
digging in to her skin before his hands were pulled behind his back,
leather strips tied quickly about his wrists. He lifted his head,
gasping softly for breath as he turned his head from side to side,
slightly confused.

“My turn! Me next!”

He was guided by his hair to turn a little to the right before having
his head pushed down between another set of thighs, these a bit thicker
then the last pair, but the sex smelled just as sweet as he eagerly
began licking along her slit. He heard the distinctive sound of his
Mistress’ voice against his ear whispering.. “You are such a good
little slut…make her cum for me..”

Daniel renewed his efforts, licking hard and fast rocking into her sex
as he heard the groans and whimpers of pleasure coming from this woman.
He rubbed his face back and forth, wetting her inner thighs with his
cheeks as he continued to lick and suck at her sex. Her hips began
rocking up against his face harder and faster as she moaned loudly,
nearly squealing as her orgasm over took her. Daniel continued to suck
at her sex then cried out as he felt a mouth surrounding his throbbing
cock.

“No no no.. ‘ he moaned shaking his head between the woman’s fleshy
thighs, as his cocked jerked in the warm mouth that slowly sucked him.
He gritted his teeth, keeping his head down as he tried hard to hold
back his orgasm, grunting as the soft lips stroked him. He shuddered
and tried to pull away, only to have his ass smacked then his cheeks
opened, and a finger pressed against his anus.

“Oh now this is so tempting.. Shall we fuck him ladies??”

Daniel lifted his head and cried out “No!” even though just hearing the
words nearly sent him into orgasm. The ladies laughed at him. The
humiliation almost as unbearable as the lips that would not release his
sensitive cock. The tongue licked in long slow strokes up the length
of his shaft, then pulled his sex down to tease the slit that leaked a
steady stream of pre-cum.

Lost in the overwhelmind sensations, the torturous sucking of his cock,
the deep humiliation of being used like a toy before so many people,
Daniel did not realize that he had been turned once again, until his
face was pressed down into someone’s lap. These thighs remained closed
, and gentle hands came down to caress his hair as he felt something
cool pressing between the spread cheeks of his ass. A probing finger
pressed past the tight muscles of his anus and he cried out as he felt
himself being lubed, the finger moving in deep and swirling around. He
whimpered pitifully, remembering the words of his Mistress.. that he
was not to be permitted to cum. The mouth on his cock made lazy
circles around the tip of his engorged sex as he felt the head of a
thick dildo pressing to the entrance of his ass.

A moment of hesitation was filled with a soft whisper, as he realized
that it was his Mistress that held his head in her lap. “Beg the lady
to fuck you.” He immediately obeyed, keeping his cheek pressed to her
thighs as he whispered hoarsely, almost inaudibly “Please Ma’am ..
please fuck me..please.. with your dildo.” The lips around his sex
tightened, making it nearly impossible for him to speak, as his
Mistresses laughed softly. “You can do better than that slut.. beg for
it..”

Daniel whimpered, turning his head to kiss her thighs. “Oh please
Ma’am.. please fuck this slut with your dildo. I want to feel it
stretching me.. please.. please…” He pressed his ass backwards,
feeling his tight hole stretching as he pushed against the head of the
dildo. He made his hands into fists, grunting loudly as he felt the
woman’s hands take hold of his hips and pull him back roughly, forcing
the rubber cock to slide easily into him. Pressing his forehead
between the thighs that held him, he cried out, sweat beading across
his upper lip as he struggled not to cum.

Daniel could barely hear the whispers and moans of delight as the women
all gathered in close, wathcing him being taken. The woman fucked him
hard and fast, smacking his ass over and over again, the same heavy
hand that had spanked him earlier. One hand constantly remained on his
hip, guiding him back. Daniel shook uncontrollably, pressing back
against the dildo, impaling himself on it eagerly, his movements
causing him to fuck the mouth beneath him that would not release his
cock. His sex throbbed mercilessly close to an orgasm, and the warm
mouth seemed intent on pulling it from him.

“Mistress.. Mistress please.. I. I can’t.. please Mistress.. may I cum..
please? please??”

Daniel’s ass bounced back and forth off the hips of the woman behind him
as he everything melted away. He rubbed his face against his Mistress’
thighs, pleading incoherently as her fingers caressed his cheek and
stroked his sweat slicked hair away from his face. He struggled with
the leather ties at his wrists, as his entire body moved, begging for
release. The mouth around his cock slipped away, leaving it to sway
and bob as fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him up. He cried out
at this new position, feeling the dildo still moving deep within him.

He felt a kiss on stomach as someone positioned themself on the floor in
front of him, then felt soft fingers encircle his cock once more,
stroking him in time with the thrusts of the dildo. Another hand
cupped his balls, supporting them as they tightened. Daniel began to
lose thought of anything except what was being done to him. He could
no longer hear the moans and whimpers of the other women in the room,
couldn’t focus on the voice of the woman behind him as she called him
names and urged him to cum. Only aware of the fact that he was
dangerously close to disobeying his Mistress and that he was sure he
couldn’t take another second of it.

The hand about his cock tightened and stroked him harder and faster as
the dildo was pushed into him one last time then held still, filling
him completely as he took all 7 inches of it. His body shook and sweat
dripped from his body as he bit hard on his lip trying desperately not
to cum. He felt the inevitable tingling in his legs and belly and
arched his back, unable to hold it back anymore. Then he heard her
soft whisper “cum for me” and his cock exploded. Daniel threw his head
back and shouted, as he felt all his energy being drained from his
body. His hot seed shot from his body in a seemingly endless stream.
His body spasmed and his knees went weak. He swayed forward,
lightheaded and spent, only to find his chest supported by gentle
hands.

Whimpering “Thank You” over and over again, Daniel was barely aware of
the dildo as it slid from him, or the fact that his hands had been
untied. Several hands guided him to the floor, laying his head on a
pillow. Then someone was carefully wiping his forehead and chest with
a cool rag, before moving down to clean his cock. Daniel moaned, and
took deep calming breaths as his pulse returned to normal. His body
slowly stopped shaking and he could once again hear the idle chatter
of the women in the room.

Moments later, all was quiet and Daniel blinked and winced as the
blindfold was removed. His Mistress sat on the floor beside him,
smiling down at him as she once again brushed the back of her fingers
against his cheek. She had turned down all the lights, and the light
from the fireplace danced across her skin. Daniel blushed as she bent
to kiss him. Inhaling deeply, he snuggled against her as she laid down
beside him on the blanket that was spread beneath him. Covering them
with a sheet, she whispered softly “I love you Daniel” as he closed his
eyes and drifted to sleep.

A smug sense of satisfaction filled Janet for the next few
days. The new carpet was installed by her husband and a crew of two
gorgeous, muscled young men, and Janet found she was actually
relieved that Roland wasn’t one of them. She had been worried that
he would somehow give away their little secret.
And, with that particular worry out of the way, Janet looked
forward to the wild and wicked adventures that the future would
surely bring. In the meantime, Mark was just as horny and as good
as ever. Every night the young married couple celebrated their new
home and happy marriage by fucking and sucking until near dawn. For
the young wife, life was about as perfect as it could be.
“You are starting to become a real prissy bitch,” Laura said
Friday morning as the two women lay naked in Laura’s bed.
Janet had just rolled off Laura’s face and was savouring the
sweet after glow of several tremendous climaxes provided by her
friend’s tongue and mouth.
“What are you talking about, Laura?” she asked, determined
that nothing was going to spoil the wonderful way she felt. “I’ll
return the favour. I always do. It’s just I have an appointment at
the plant nursery at noon. I promise I’ll be back at two, and then
I’ll give you the cunt-licking of your life.”
“Don’t trouble yourself too much,” Laura replied with a touch
of anger.
Janet glanced up at her, both bewildered and concerned. “I
don’t know what’s gotten into you, Laura, but you can drop the
sarcastic bullshit.”
The blonde’s face reddened with even more anger. Laura swung
her legs off the bed and stood up. She grabbed a robe off a nearby
chair and pulled it tightly around her nude body. She looked back
at Janet.
“That’s great, Janet! You really don’t know what’s bugging the
hell out of me, do you?” She frowned and started to walk away, but
turned back again.
“Well, if you’d stop thinking only of yourself, you’d realize
that I don’t like being a glorified vibrator for you. Your pussy
gets itchy and you dash over here, or call me to your place for a
fast flick, lick and suck. It’s not right, Janet, and it’s going to
stop!”
Janet stared back at her friend, the angry words hitting her
like rocks. She had no idea this was the way she was being seen.
Yet, at the same time, she resented Laura’s attitude. Before she
could stop herself, she pushed off the bed and quickly pulled on
her clothes. Once dressed, she turned to face Laura.
“You know, Laura,” she said, “you are starting to sound just
like an old, nagging wife!” She snickered bitterly as she walked
from the room. “And I don’t need an old, complaining bitch fucking
with my head!”
Janet slammed the door as she left the Springs’ house and went
quickly back to her own. That slut, she thought. She wanted to turn
me into a lesbian, and all of a sudden I’m the fucking heavy!
By the time Janet arrived home from the nursery, she had
cooled off somewhat. She started unloading the bushes and squares
of store bought grass ready to be laid on the ground. She thought
about what had happened and calmed considerably, even felt remorse.
Laura had, after all, been nothing short of wonderful in her
friendship, and had been a fabulous neighbour. And Janet couldn’t
help but smile as she reflected on the sexual pleasures Laura had
introduced her to only a short time ago. She decided she owed the
pretty blonde an apology and a passionate rekindling session.
Images of her pleasuring Laura with her tongue and fingers made
Janet’s pussy damp.
She unloaded the car and hurried inside to call Laura. When
there was no answer, Janet figured the woman was still sulking. She
took a fast shower, perfumed herself, and began to dress in an
exceptionally sexy outfit.
The doorbell interrupted her before she had finished zipping
up, but she rushed to answer it. She was ready with her apology,
but when she opened the front door she was stunned to see Bob,
police uniform and all, standing on her porch.
He flashed an easy, casual smile. “Sorry if I frightened you,
Janet.”
“Oh, no, that’s all right,” she said quickly. “I wasn’t
expecting you, that’s all.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” he replied with a grin. “Gonna invite
me in, or do you plan to keep me out here and have the neighbours
wonder what a cop is doing on your doorstep?”
She laughed awkwardly and ushered him inside. She struggled to
hold the folds of her suit together, trying to hide her tits from
his view.
“No need to be modest with me,” he said with a smirk. “You and
I are beyond that point, remember? Besides, cops are your friends.
We’re still friends, aren’t we, Janet?”
“Sure, Bob,” she said nervously. “Let me fix us a drink.”
As she headed for the kitchen, Janet decided that it was his
dark sunglasses as well as the uniform that was unnerving her. He
was certainly an imposing presence, but there was something about
his general manner that also disturbed her. She couldn’t quite put
a finger on it but she did not have the carefree, sexy feeling she
had figured she’d have when she and Bob were finally alone together
again.
Her hands shook when she poured him some whisky over a couple
of ice cubes. She handed him the drink and stepped away from him,
anxious to distance herself from him.
“I’m glad to see you don’t object to my drinking while on
duty,” he said.
“Oh, sorry,” she responded. “I didn’t think. I wouldn’t want
you to break any rules, or to get into any trouble.”
He gulped his drink, then stepped across the room to her, his
lips curved as he approached. “What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.
“You seem frightened. What happened to that hot little fireball at
the party? Remember what we did in the basement?”
She nodded and forced a smile. “Bob, listen, I’ve got to run,”
she said. “I was on my way out when you came, and…”
“That’s funny, I saw you drive up just a few minutes ago.
You’ve got to slow down, sweetheart. Running here and there will
make you spread yourself too thin, don’t you think?”
“Really, Bob, I…”
He grabbed her arms and shoved his face against hers and drove
his tongue deeply into her mouth and kissed her roughly. She
gasped, but quickly found that she was helplessly locked by his
grip. His gun belt and uniform scratched her through the delicate
fabric of her pant suit and, in the next instant, it became useless
for her to try and cover her tits.
“You’re fighting your feelings, babe,” he hissed, squeezing
his fingers into her arms. “I guess I’ll just have to melt you down
a little bit.”He Frenched her again, this time even rougher than
before. He shoved his tongue deep into her mouth, gagging her and
causing her to squirm against him. Then, suddenly, he pushed her
down into a chair and knelt in front of her. He took his hat off
just before grabbing her legs.
Janet squealed as he snatched the pants suit and pulled. The
suit slipped off of her. “Bob, stop, what are you doing?” she
yelled, wiggling frantically in the chair, unable to escape him.
In another second, she was completely nude and he was pushing
his face between her spread thighs, zeroing in on her cunt. He
shoved his hands under her ass and clutched the finn cheeks as he
burrowed against her cunt, his tongue flicking out to lick her
clit.
Janet’s emotions were in turmoil. She couldn’t deny the
pleasure of his tongue on her clit, and, while his rough treatment
was somewhat of a surprise, he really hadn’t hurt her. He was
starting to turn her on.
The exquisite sensations of his tongue made her forget her
uneasy thought. The pleasure was just too great. Janet was
responding to the demands of her own body. She grabbed Bob’s hair
and ground her cunt back and forth on his mouth.
The cop lapped and licked steadily on her swollen clit while
waves of searing pleasure coursed through her pussy. Bob was
wasting no time in proving just how much of an expert he was at
eating cunt.
Her pussy began to gush thick, hot jism. She gazed down at him
and watched as he licked it up, swallowing in loud gulps. The fact
that Bob was in uniform added to the raunchy delight engulfing her.
Her mind entertained wild fantasies as the policeman, his face
pressed against he soaked cunt, serviced her pussy.
“Oh, jeeze!” she groaned as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Ohh, yessss! Bob, you’re driving me crazy!”
Her words and panting continued and intensified as he
continued to patiently suck and chew on her clit. She tangled her
fingers in his hair and writhed and pulled, almost falling out of
the chair as an orgasm swept her away.
Abruptly, Bob jerked his head up and glared into her face.
“Call me Officer Spring, bitch,” he snapped, his voice harsh and
cold. “Do what I say!”
“Yes, yes, Officer Spring,” she breathed, nodding eagerly.
“Anything you say, Officer.”
He grinned and ducked his head quickly back down to her cunt
and began bobbing up and down as he sucked on her clit. Then he
fucked his tongue deep into her cunt and another orgasm rocked her.
He was fucking her forcefully with his tongue, driving it in and
out of her quaking cunt and lashing the creamy inside of her pussy.
Janet went crazy. She whined and clenched her thighs against
his head and started humping her snatch up to meet his thrust. She
fucked his tongue and clutched her flopping tits. She pulled on her
nipples and screamed as yet another climax seared through her body.
Bob slipped his tongue out of her cunt, lifted her slightly
out of her chair, and drive his tongue straight at her puckered
asshole. With his hands digging into the flesh of her ass cheeks,
he managed to hold her steady as he began fucking his tongue into
her ass, drilling her repeatedly.
Janet she felt her arms and legs fall open, and she felt weak.
Her whole body seemed to slump. She felt herself drifting away, as
if floating. She couldn’t fight the sensation and wasn’t even sure
if she wanted to. Then she realized that Bob was carrying her in
his arms, up the stairs to the bedroom.
Janet whimpered as she quickly regained control of her body
and thoughts, but by then Bob had taken her into the bedroom and
dropped her down on the bed. “Now,” he said his tone cold.
“What?” she asked, her voice sounding feeble.
“This is about what you did to Laura!” he hissed. “You cock
teaser!”
“No, wait,” she cried. “Bob, you’ve got it all wrong.
“Officer Bob, you bitch!”
“Bob…I mean, Officer, what did I do to Laura?” Janet asked.
“I don’t understand!”
“You hurt her, bitch!” he yelled. “She told me what happened
when I came home for lunch.”
“Told you what? Did she tell you she tried to turn me into a
lesbo? Did she tell you that?”
“You silly cunt! Who do you think encouraged that? I told
Laura to hit on you. I wanted her to get you primed. I love
watching other women get it on with Laura, but you’ve decided it’s
a one act play.” Bob started speaking in a softer tone of voice.
“She’s pregnant, finally, and this is how you treat her!”
Janet realized then that he was reacting to an imagined hurt,
or maybe not imagined, but unintentional at the very least. Her
fear vanished and she felt sorry for the big man. He was only being
protective of his wife and she decided to play along.
Bob began unbuckling his belt. The firm line of his lips
gradually eased into a smirk as he jerked down his fly. He pulled
out his stiff prick and crawled to the end of the bed and knelt
between Janet’s spread legs. He gripped the base of his cock and
aimed it at her cunt.
“See how nice I’ve decided to treat you for what you’ve done
to Laura?” he said.
Janet made a faked attempt to twist away, but Bob grabbed her
thighs and roughly pulled them a part. With a lunge he shoved his
cock into her cunt, driving it all the way in on the first thrust.
Janet screamed as his cock plowed through her pussy and filled
her hole. He pulled back slightly and then rammed it into her
again, causing her to arch her hips.
As he fucked her vigorously, a searing heat began to flare in
her cunt, deep in the core of her being. She felt her juices begin
to coat the tender walls of her inner cunt. Her eyes opened wide
and a glow warmed her. Tingling her from head to toe, her throaty
howls became shrill cries of passion.
Janet’s hips rotated in quick, small circles. She began
humping her ass in rapid jerks up and down, bouncing off the
mattress. She shoved her pussy up to meet each thrust of Bob’s
cock.
The change in her couldn’t be hidden from Bob. Now, even the
dark sunglasses couldn’t mask his glee as he looked at the sexy
young woman taking the full measure of his prick.
“You love it,” he hissed. “I knew you would. This is what you
crave. Getting fucked is what you live for, and the wilder the
better. That’s your style. Hell, if I stopped now you’d beg me for
it, wouldn’t you? Go on, admit it!”
She gritted her teeth, but she couldn’t control herself
anymore. “Yes!” she cried, her hands reaching up to take his
glasses off so she could stare into Bob’s eyes.
“Yes, you bastard, I do love it!” she cried, arching her back,
bucking wildly at his cock, rocking her lovely head from side to
side. “I love it! I want it! So stop talking and fuck me!”
Her admission seemed to spur Bob into even greater intensity,
if that was possible. He growled huskily as he grabbed her tits and
fucked his cock rapidly in and out of her sopping cunt. The force
of his fucking grew with every stroke, and Janet was ready,
matching him all the way.
The full erotic impact of being taken this way added to her
bliss. It was perfect! She was being powerfully fucked by this
demanding policeman. His uniform completed the raunchy picture, and
she grunted as pleasure ripped through her.
Her slippery cunt flexed around Bob’s drilling cock. Her cunt
muscles squeezed his shaft in a tight grip and she came hard. Her
belly heaved and her legs opened and closed.
“Ohh, yesssss!” she screamed. “Fuck me, Officer! Fuck my
pussy!”
The convulsions of her cunt seemed to suck the jism right out
of his balls. His cock erupted, shooting a thick blast of cum deep
inside her pussy. The wads of cum splattered her womanly depths and
flooded her as her pussy milked his spurting prick. And still he
thrust his cock in and out of her, till the last drop of his cum
juice had been deposited.
With the slightest hesitation, Bob yanked his cock out of her
and moved up on the bed, straddling her body. Still breathing and
gasping deeply, Janet stared wide-eyed at him as he positioned his
juice smeared cock near her mouth. He poked the head against her
chin, then slowly moved it up to her lips.
“Clean it,” he growled, his tone still harsh, but not nearly
as cold as earlier. “Suck it clean!”
Janet lapped her tongue over the cockhead. She moaned in a
mixture of pleasure and discomfort as Bob settled a lot of his
weight on her while feeding her his meat.
She squirmed, trying to better her position. The taste of her
own pussy juice on his cock excited her. The lewdness thrilled her
even more when she gulped more of his sticky, wet cock between her
lips.
Bob groaned as his cock flared, quickly starting to harden
again under her flicking tongue. And for Janet, the sheer pleasure
of feeling his cock growing in her hot mouth was almost too much.
She took great pleasure in turning him on so soon after her pussy
had drained his balls.
Bob twitched his hips and started fucking more of his cock
into her face. With one fast stroke he buried his prick to the hilt
in her mouth, touching the back of her throat.
“Clean it, Janet!” he said, grabbing her by the hair and
pulling lightly. “Suck it off! Yeah, that’s the way.”
He left his cock fully lodged in her mouth, plugging it for
several seconds, then began to withdraw, the shaft grazing over her
lips as he eased all but the knob from her mouth.
Janet licked the slit at the end of his cock, knowing she was
pleasing him. She heard his moans and felt the subtle swaying of
his pelvis and hips as she toyed with his meat. She tasted the
residue of his pre-cum fluids and still her cunt juice. The mixture
excited the horny young housewife, and Janet quickly lapped the
mushrooming head.
Bob started fucking his cock faster in and out of her mouth.
This time he didn’t let his prick linger, but set up a steady
stroke pace that caused her lips to tingle. Then he fucked her face
in slow strokes again, but gradually began to build up his speed
and intensity once more.
Janet locked her lips tightly around the cock shaft, trying to
coat it with her saliva and make the blowjob easier for the both of
them.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” he moaned, “that’s it! Suck my cock, suck it
clean. Do it right, because I’ve got a little surprise for you when
I get tired of this!”
Janet was concentrating too hard on sucking his cock to pay
much attention to what he was saying. Her own body was on fire now.
Her pussy lips quivered and her clit trembled.
Bob whipped his cock from her mouth and eased himself down
across her body. The rough material of his uniform brushed along
her delicate, satiny flesh as he positioned himself between her
legs. He got up on his knees and gripped her thighs, then lifted
them.
“What are you doing, Officer?” she asked, only partially
acting the role she had taken. “I want to suck your cock until you
cum. I want to feel your hot jizz fill my mouth!”
“I’ve got something better planned for you,” he said, his
voice husky with excitement. “I’m going to fuck your asshole!”
His words filled the young housewife with shock. She had never
been fucked in the ass before. The only time she and Mark had tried
it, she had made him stop, because it had hurt.
“No, Bob, please don’t!” she cried.
“What did I tell you to call me?” he said, his fingers
squeezing her shapely thighs.
“I’m sorry, Officer,” she answered, unable to keep the tremor
out of her voice. “Just, please don’t fuck my ass. I’ve never been
fucked there before, and I don’t think I could take your big cock!”
Bob lifted her legs up and draped them across his broad
shoulders. “Don’t worry, before long you’ll be begging me to fuck
your ass. Just relax.”
She gasped as he pressed most of his weight down on her upper
back and shoulders, bending her almost in half. Her ass was
completely off the bed and she knew he had her positioned perfectly
for his plan.
She flinched when she felt his cockhead probing along her ass
crack, the wetness from her sucking leaving a cold trail on her
flesh.
“Ohhhh, please!” she begged, unable to even wiggle. “Please
don’t hurt me!”
He slipped his hands down to her upturned ass cheeks and pried
them apart. In the next instant, he shoved his cock forward. Then
his swollen cockhead pushed into the tight opening.
Janet held her breath as, inch by inch, his cock sank into the
tight depths of her ass. As his cockhead fucked its way into her,
Bob stopped for a moment to rest. Janet looked down and realized
that he had only entered about half his member into her. It felt as
if he had filled her already. Then, without warning, he shoved
forward, driving the rest of the way into her.
Soon Janet realized that her ass didn’t hurt, and that Bob’s
cock wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as it had been at first. Even
more surprising to her was the realization that her ass was
actually starting to clamp down on his cock each time he pulled
out, trying to hold it inside.
She also realized her cunt was starting to flow and there was
a familiar churning, signalling the onset of a climax.
Instinctively, she began to hump her ass back at his cock as best
as she could.
Bob continued to hold her steady by gripping her ass cheeks,
but eventually he was able to slip his right hand up to her cunt.
Janet shivered as he tickled her throbbing clit with a fingertip,
then plunged two fingers into her pussy.
A violent orgasm exploded in her cunt seconds later. She
writhed and contorted lewdly, straining Bob’s grip as she twisted
and jerked beneath him. She arched her spine as she cried out in
ecstasy. Still, he continued to plow her ass with his cock,
drilling his fingers in and out of her cunt.
“Ahhhh, I love it!” she admitted. “I love it! Ohhhh, yesss,
yesss, fuck my ass! I’m cumming again, I can’t stop cumming!”
His lips turned into a wicked grin. He added a third finger to
her overheated pussy and Janet immediately came as another hot
tremor shot through her body.
Bob’s cock exploded, filling her ass with thick hot cum. He
kept pistoning his cock in and out of her, and her clenching ass
muscles continued to pump him. When he was finally spent, his
shoulders began to slip downwards, allowing her legs to move free
and flop down on the bed.
She felt relief as the countless ripples of orgasm gradually
faded. Whatever reservations she had in the past about getting
fucked in her ass were gone. She had loved it! Her mind quickly
worked to figure out how to let Mark know he could now have this
previously forbidden hole, when a voice from the doorway shattered
her thoughts.
“Well, Bob, have you left anything for me?” Laura said.
Janet’s eyes popped open and she looked in the direction of
the voice. She saw Laura, a sexy smirk on her face. It dawned on
Janet that Laura could have seen everything. She was stunned into
silence.
Bob’s cock slipped out of Janet’s ass with a plop and he got
up off the bed, straightened out his uniform and faced his wife.
“Janet will always have something left when it comes to
fucking and sucking,” Bob told Laura. “It’s just like you said,
honey, this little lady is one hot bundle of sex.”
Laura laughed throatily as she approached Janet. Her eyes
gleamed as she gazed at the younger woman displayed on the bed.
Laura reached and lightly traced a circle around Janet’s nipples
with a fingertip, giving Janet a wink.
“Do you still feel as sexy as you look?” Laura whispered, her
smouldering expression and delicate touch sending fresh erotic
shivers through Janet.
“You two planned this all along!” Janet said as the incredible
realization sank in. She looked from Laura to Bob. “You bastards!
I can’t believe it!”
“Oh, darling, you can believe it,” Laura cooed as she began
stripping off her clothes. “And you can do much more than that.”
Within seconds, the blonde was stripped and climbing on the
bed. She deftly straddled Janet’s head and lowered her bushy flaxen
cunt onto Janet’s face.
Janet had hardly recovered from her shock when she was
expected to lick Laura’s tasty cunt. She inhaled the sweet pussy
aroma and savoured the nectar already wetting the puffy lips.
She flicked her tongue into Laura’s pussy, slurping the thick,
clear fluid, savouring the special passion that heated her own
mound.
Soon Janet felt Bob’s tongue spear into her gash and lick
madly. He lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders, so he
could better get to her cunt.
Her own tongue made sweeping licks up and down the length of
Laura’s pussy. The woman squirmed around, mashing her cunt down on
Janet’s face. When Janet ran her tongue across Laura’s clit, the
blonde clamped her knees tightly around Janet’s head.
Janet licked and sucked as fast as she could, knowing she was
getting Laura off. Meanwhile, Bob was doing the same to her, and
when he shoved two fingers into her recently fucked ass, her hips
began to buck up and down.
Just when Janet thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Laura
fell to one side on the bed. Bob gave one last powerful suck on her
cunt, and then he too moved away. He crawled towards his wife, his
hard cock swinging between his legs.
Bob pulled Laura onto her knees, spread her legs and drove his
cock into her hot, waiting cunt. Laura purred and Janet watched.
She seemed mesmerized by the sight of Bob’s huge cock
appearing and disappearing into Laura’s hole. She began to finger
her pussy, wishing she had Mark then, so she could fuck him. But,
the way she felt, any cock would do!
Laura started to slam her hips back to meet her husband’s
thrusts. Her tits swung beneath her and her head drooped down as
she panted for breath. Suddenly, she arched her back, and let loose
with a cry Janet was sure could be heard three blocks away. Her
climax caused her body to stiffen, her hips shoved back against her
husband’s groin, as if she were trying to take his whole body into
hers.
She began to jerk her bottom, her head whipping back and forth
as her climax peaked, but at last she fell forward, collapsing on
her stomach as Bob’s prick popped out of her.
Janet was so horny she was about to scream! She lunged for
Bob’s cock, taking nearly all of it at once. Her tongue licked all
around it to clean off Laura’s juice, which tasted delicious. She
moved her head lower and lower, till her lips were finally locked
around the base of the cock, the head lodged deeply in her throat.
Janet began a swallowing motion and heard Bob groan in
pleasure. She began to pump back and forth on his cock, taking him
all the way down to the base each time, while she raised her right
hand to cup his nuts. She gently rolled them in her palm.
His cock started to throb, signalling the onset of his orgasm.
Janet quickly took her mouth off his cock, wanting him to cum in
her cunt.
She pushed him over on his back and lowered her head between
his legs, sucking first one, and then the other of his nuts into
her mouth. She released them and began to lick her way up the
length of his cock once more, knowing his immediate cum urge had
faded. When she reached the top of his cock, she gently sucked in
the head, whipping her tongue around it before lowering to take him
all again.
She was ready to get fucked! She let his cock slip from her
lips and straddled him, gripping his cock in her hands and lining
it up with the entrance to her pussy. Then she dropped straight
down, letting her weight drive his cock all the way up into her.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as his cock penetrated.
She felt his hands on her tits as she arched her back, his fingers
pinching the nipples and making them stand out firmly. She raised
herself up, hesitated a moment, and then slammed her body back down
on him, feeling his cock spread the walls of her hole.
Her body was on fire. She rode him like a woman possessed,
grinding her clit against his pubic bone on each downward thrust,
whipping her hips in small circles to make his cock touch different
places inside of her.
“Now!” she screamed. “Cum now!”
Bob lifted his hips up off the bed as his hands held her. He
drove his meat as far up into her as he could and his cum exploded
from his balls.

I admit it. I’m selfish about my pleasure. There’s nothing
chauvinistic or Cro-Magnon about it. It’s just that no amount of
good intentions can make me go slow for long when I climb on top
of Julie and she starts to squirm in that special way she has. Men
aren’t made to hold back. I don’t care how many stories you’ve
heard about ninety-minute erections — if any are true, then those
guys just aren’t enjoying themselves. Evolution didn’t wire us
that way.
But that doesn’t mean the fun can’t go on longer under the
right circumstances. For me, that means giving up control. There
are a lot of ways to do that, all the way from rolling over and
letting Julie ride the may pole to being trussed up with a hundred
feet of new white clothesline. The more control I give up, the
longer the session can last. The longer the session, the more
pleasure along the way, and the more intense the sensations at the
end.
So can you blame me if I encouraged Julie to take the upper
hand more often? I did what I could to make it easy. I picked up
a pair of steel “love cuffs” at a novelty store and stocked our
bedside “goodie drawer” with convenient lengths of black braided
sash cord. When Julie set her sights on a four-poster bed frame
that cost $300 more than I thought we could afford, I went along
— with ulterior motives. I wanted to be bound spreadeagled
to it and lavished with ravishment.
You see, in case you haven’t pegged to it yet, the `slave’ is
really the center of attention. It’s the slave’s appetites that
are to be whetted and frustrated. It’s the slave who’s to be kept
on the edge of ecstasy. It’s the slave that’s teased and tormented
past what he or she thought they were capable of feeling. This is
sensual slavery, not sadistic, and I’m not ashamed to say I like
it. I already told you how I feel about pleasure.
But damn my luck if taking charge didn’t turn out to go
against Julie’s grain. Early in our relationship, in that
try-everything-you’ve-ever-heard-of stage, we had three bondage
sessions that I still remember in wistful detail. I didn’t want a
weekly diet of female domination, but I could have done with a
taste every month or so. It didn’t take me long to realize that
Julie didn’t feel the same way. I got frustrated and pushed. She
got resentful and pushed back.
The rest of our relationship, in and out of bed, was solid.
She was and continues to be the perfect woman for me, as pretty
and sharp-witted now as the day we married and more tolerant of my
quirks than I deserve. So I cleaned out the goodie drawer and
backed off. When I brought a few books with bondage themes into
the house, she seemed to get excited reading them with me in bed.
But all she ever wanted afterward was to be pinned to the mattress
with me deep inside her.
Only one other time did she consent to play the sensual
slavery game. I had her in an “I owe you a favor” situation, and
that’s what I asked for. It was a mistake. Her heart wasn’t in it,
and it ended up no fun for either of us. Afterwards I tried to
explain why I liked it. She told me it made her insecure about
whether I liked “regular” sex with her.
I’m selfish, but I’m not a boor. I gave up my wishful
thinking, held her close, and told her I’d never ask her to try it
again.
So I couldn’t have been more surprised when, on my next
birthday, I opened my briefcase at work and found in it a small
package I hadn’t put there. I tore off the brown paper to find the
love cuffs and a note. Shoving the cuffs into the pocket
in the lid before anyone could see them, I read the note in a
state of aroused amazement:
When you come home tonight, go to the bedroom and
strip to the waist. Stand with your back against a
bedpost and use these to bind your hands behind you.
Wait there and wonder. Happy birthday, love.
Just reading the note gave me a powerful erection. Needless to
say, I spent a very long day trying to avoid building up my
expectations and mostly failing. I consoled myself that Julie had
to know the effect her note would have and would be equal to my
imaginings.
Of course I got stuck in traffic on the way home that night,
arriving fifteen minutes later than usual. Even so, Julie’s car
wasn’t in the drive yet, and I hurried inside to comply with her
instructions.
My cock was straining against the fabric of my shorts and
slacks as I waited. Several minutes passed, and then I heard
the click of heels on wood flooring somewhere in the house.
Presently Julie stepped shyly through the bedroom doorway and
into view, her head lowered. She held a canvas shopping bag behind
her back. I was surprised — no, be honest, disappointed — by her
clothes: a pretty but not terribly sexy sweater and skirt outfit.
Then a second woman stepped through the doorway, and my knees
about buckled. She was a dream-nightmare come to life: full round
breasts spilling over the top of a black satin corset, long legs
encased in sheer black nylon, black leather wristlets and collar.
I was stunned.
“Show him,” she said, and Julie turned around. Her hands that
held the bag were tightly bound at the wrists.
“Put it on the bed,” said the stranger. “Then sit in the
chair.”
Julie complied, sitting down awkwardly in the big armchair
by the window. She had still not raised her eyes to look at me.
The other woman came and stood close enough to me that I could
drink in her wicked perfume — whether natural or chemical I
couldn’t say and didn’t much care. I stared at her breasts and
licked my lips unconsciously.
“You like this game, don’t you?” she asked, reaching out and
stroking the bulge in my pants.
There’s no arguing with a hard-on. I told her yes.
“My name is Sasha. To you, I’m `Yes, Mistress.’ If you feel
silly saying it, I’ll be happy to whip you into a more cooperative
mood. Or will you be good?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said. It didn’t sound silly. For me, it was
a phrase charged with sexual electricity.
She rummaged in her bag and returned with a sharp hook-shaped
knife, like a miniature scythe. Pushing the point through the
fabric of one pants leg, she jerked the knife upward. The cold,
metal edge brushed my skin as it sliced through the fabric to the
waistband. I gasped.
A few more cuts and my clothes were just a pile of scraps to
kick under the bed. I felt naked in a deeper sense than just
physically. Something more had been taken from me than would have
been if I had undressed myself. She caressed the curve of my cock
with the dull edge of the knife in a movement that should have
shriveled me. It didn’t. I wanted her, badly.
Putting the knife away, Sasha tied one of my hands to the
post, twisting it up painfully behind me till the wrist was at
shoulder blade height, then freed the other.
“Jerk off,” she said, settling on the edge of the chair where
Julie sat.
“What?”
“The name is `Yes, Mistress.’ Make yourself come. I’m timing
you. The longer it takes you the worse you’ll be punished.”
“I wouldn’t want to waste it,” I said, trying to flirt with
her.
She ignored my effort. “Oh–one little thing before you
start,” she said, wrapping an elastic strap tightly around the
root of my cock, between my scrotum and my body. Almost
immediately, my cock stiffened and swelled still more.
“Now,” said Sasha. “Do it. I’m already counting.”
She had freed my left hand, and I was a right-hander. It does
make a difference. But the strap made a bigger difference. I
wrapped my hand around my cock and pumped furiously, but anything
I started, the strap choked off.
While I labored, Sasha pulled up Julie’s sweater, unhooked her
bra, and began fondling her pert breasts. Julie had never
expressed anything but distaste at the mention of lesbianism, but
all she did now was to close her eyes and recline passively in the
chair.
My arm ached and my cock was becoming chafed. But I looked at
the strange woman fondling Julie and couldn’t think of stopping.
All I could think of was coming, spraying my load in a fountain
across the floor. Sasha pulled up Julie’s skirt to reveal her
furry pussy, licked a long finger, then reached down and parted
Julie’s cunt lips with it. Julie’s mouth worked noiselessly as
Sasha stroked her.
Still I could not come, and Sasha grew impatient and angry.
“Stupid cock,” she hissed. “You can’t obey the simplest
instruction.” Retying my free hand, she went to her bag and pulled
out a red ball gag with a leather harness.
“We don’t want the neighbors complaining,” she said, pressing
the ball to my lips. When I didn’t open my mouth, she grabbed my
balls with the other hand and twisted them. When I opened my mouth
to cry out, she pushed the ball deep into it and pulled the straps
tight. I could make only muffled moaning sounds around it.
Returning to the head of the bed, she laid out the contents of
the bag: a studded paddle, two-inch long alligator clamps, coarse
yellow rope, a black double-headed dildo with waist harness. She
fitted one end of the dildo into her own wet pussy, her eyes
half-lidded as she did. Then she buckled the straps on her hips
and pulled them tight. The other end of the dildo curved upward
from her crotch obscenely.
“I’ve got a new experience for you, little Kevin. It’s called
dildo rape. It’s one of my favorite games.” She curled her fingers
around the dildo and stroked it suggestively. “Of course, since
you don’t have a cunt, I’ll have to find somewhere else to fuck
you.”
I shivered. It was one of the things I had asked Julie to do
the night of our bondage fiasco.
“You think I’m going to grease this up for you? No way. You
want some lubrication, I’ll bring a man in here and have him fuck
your ass. You want any lubrication, you squirm nice and make him
come in your ass. Then I’ll fuck you, with his cum running out
your asshole and down your thighs.”
That was when I really flashed to the fact that I wasn’t in
control, and my eyes must have shown it.
“Is Kevin scared?” she taunted. “Kevin should be. Unless
little Kevin knows another way I can get this wet for you?”
Out of an instant impulse, I nodded frantically at Julie.
Sasha smiled. “You’re naughty,” she said to me, and pushed
Julie down on the floor. “Pull up that skirt. Your husband wants
me to fuck you. I’ll bet I can do it better than he can.”
Laying back on the carpet, Julie wriggled until her skirt was
up around her waist. Sasha tied Julie’s ankles to her thighs,
then pushed her with a booted foot until I had a clear view
between her raised knees.
Sasha came over to me. “Look how wet she is already,” she
said, and she was right. “Does she scream for you? I’m going to
make her scream. But I don’t want you to enjoy the show too much.”
She reached out and snapped the jaws of an alligator clip on each
of my nipples, making me writhe in pain. But at the same time a
new surge of blood rushed to my already engorged cock, and it
jerked slightly with each heartbeat.
Kneeling between Julie’s legs, Sasha thrust the dildo deep
inside her with one quick movement of her hips. She leaned on her
hands, dangling her breasts over Julie’s face and brushing her
lips with a nipple. To the accompaniment of obscenely wet sounds,
she began to piston the dildo in and out with a steady rocking
motion.
Before long Julie was moaning and raising her hips to meet
each thrust. When she came she cried out, arching her back and
whipping her head from side to side until she went limp.
Then it was my turn. With Julie’s help and my own acquiescence,
Sasha bent me over the footboard of the bed, ankles tied to the posts,
arms tied forearm to forearm behind me, ass high and exposed. Sasha
ordered Julie to lay at the head of the bed, legs straddling my face.
Then she slapped my buttock sharply. “”Eat her, stupid. Lick
that pussy good. Don’t stop.”
I felt the tip of the dildo press against my puckered
sphincter.
“Suck those juices out of her. You don’t come until she does,”
she said, and leaned forward into me. The fat head of the
dildo pushed past the fleshy barrier, and my body jerked of its
own volition.
“I knew you’d like that,” she whispered loudly. “A big black
cock up your ass. You’re just a closet queer, aren’t you? No
wonder you can’t take care of your woman proper. All the time
you’re fucking her, you’re thinking about being held down while a
big black stud reams you.”
She drove the dildo in to the hilt and began to buck it in and
out of me. My cock throbbed like never before, and I felt the
wetness dribbling from the tip. I lapped furiously at Julie’s
slit, my face drenched with her juices and my nostrils full of her
scent. Sasha dragged her nails along my back and grabbed my
buttocks as though with animal claws.
Finally Julie arched her back and locked her legs around my
head. At that instant, Sasha buried the dildo deep in my rectum
and reached beneath me to release the strap around my cock. My
orgasm was explosive, showering my own belly with a spray of
come as Sasha milked me. The sensation of my muscles contracting
around the dildo was exquisite. As the spasms ended, I collapsed,
limp and drained.
I don’t remember being untied or crawling up onto the bed
beside Julie. I do remember the tender closeness I felt cuddling
with her there. I was vaguely aware of the splash of water in the
bath as Sasha changed. When I looked up, she was standing in the
doorway wearing a peasant blouse and jeans, looking for all the
world like a well-scrubbed girl-next-door.
“Everything all right?”
“Oh, yes,” said Julie warmly. “Thank you.”
“Then I’ll be going,” she said, and left.
Julie turned back toward me and propped her head on one elbow.
“She cost two hundred dollars,” she said shyly. “Was it
worth it?”
For an answer, I kissed her forehead. “And for you?”
She smiled wickedly. “Very. You understand now?”
“I do. You wanted the same thing I did.”
“We could take turns.”
I kissed her again. “Now that we know.”
“And we could have her back again sometime?”
“I’d like that.”
She wriggled closer. “And now I’d like something
else, if you’ll let me have it.” She reached for my cock, which
stirred to her touch.
I let her. After all, I’m not a selfish guy.

Just out of high school, Darya thought she was off on an exciting boat
ride with her new friend, and having a little fun exploring bisexuality
and bondage. But she would soon become the slave pet of three
calculating Asian women who would use her lithe young body to satisfy
their own desires, then sell her to the highest bidder.

“What if your mom comes!?” Darya panted, pulling at the straps,
raising her head as Selina slid backwards.
“The door is locked,” she said reassuringly.
She spread Darya’s legs to the corners of the bed and strapped them
tightly in place, as well, much more tightly than usual. Darya’s body
was tautly stretched out in four directions, her arms and legs
absolutely straight and unable to move even an inch.
Then she licked her way slowly up Darya’s inner thigh and began to
tease her bare, moist little sex. Before too long Darya forgot her
objections, gasping and moaning, writhing and pulling at the straps
holding her in place as Selina’s talented tongue made her clitoris throb
and burn with hunger and need.
She grinned and reached down, opening a drawer built into the bed,
and drew out a pair of fat vibrators. Darya groaned in denial as she
first worked one deep into her rectum, then teased her clitoris with the
second before shoving it through her straining pussy lips and jamming it
down her sex to the hilt.
Then she resumed her careful licking, teasing the gasping, panting,
moaning girl, licking along her belly and inner thighs when she got too
aroused, intent on keeping her hot but not letting her climax.
“Lick meeee!” Darya groaned.
“Beg me, slut,” Selina teased.
“Please, please!” she moaned.
“Please mistress,’ Selina insisted.
“Please lick me, mistress!” Darya moaned.
Instead, Selina slid her soft, warm body up along Darya’s,
licking at her nipples and breasts, then sliding her own breasts over
them as she exchanged deep, passionate kisses with the panting blonde girl.
“You need to work on your begging,” she said with a smir
“Please, mistress!” Darya groaned.
Instead Selina straddled her shoulders, spreading her knees wide,
gripping Darya’s hair as she jammed her sex down against her mouth. She
rode her face harshly, ignoring the blonde girl’s gasps and moans,
twisting her fingers in her hair as she bounced and ground herself
against her.
She came, finally, crying out in pleasure, bouncing wildly atop the
blonde girl’s face as her hot juices slipped through her sex lips and
coated Darya’s face with a glistening layer of girl cream.
“Oh yeah!” she moaned, easing up at last, then falling backwards
along Darya’s body. “You’re becoming a good little pussy licker,” she
said, panting.
She threw her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. “God it’s
hot in here. I need to get a drink and some air.”
She pulled on a short, satin robe and winked at Darya. “Don’t go away.”
“Don’t you dare leave me like this!” Darya gasped.
Selina grinned and walked back, then pulled a gag from the drawer
beneath the bed and shoved it quickly into the blonde teenager’s mouth.
It was a pump gag, and she smiled as she began to inflate it, watching
as Darya’s mouth was forced wider, her eyes going wide too as the tough
leather inside her oral cavity grew wider and forced her jaws even
further apart.
“Now don’t make any noise, dear,” she said. “We wouldn’t want to
wake up mother or Hiu-Ling.”
She left, and closed the door behind her. Darya lay still, moaning,
chest heaving, sweating in the warm air. Her body was still gripped by
passion, heat and lust, and the buzzing sex toys in her belly were
teasing her cruelly. Her arms and legs were growing stiff and cramped,
and she pulled feebly against the straps, gasping and moaning into the
inflatable gag before going limp again.
And then there was a knock at the cabin door. She jerked her head
up, eyes wide, heart pounding as she heard a voice calling Selina’s
name. She pulled frantically at the straps, but to no avail, and then
the door opened and Hiu-Ling looked in. The woman did a double take as
Darya lay back, closing her eyes, utterly mortified. She heard a soft
gasp, then opened her eyes a bit, hoping the woman had left.
Instead she was coming forward into the room, frowning oddly. Darya
moaned and turned her head away, her face flaming, desperately wishing
Selina would come back immediately and the woman would leave.
“Well, well, well,” Hiu-Ling said in amusement. “I never would have
thought it of you, dear child.”
Darya cringed as she felt the pressure on the bed indicating the
woman had sat down. Then fingers gripped her chin, forcing her head
around, forcing her to look into the woman’s smirking face.
“How strange and perverse,” she said. “Is this the kind of thing
you and Selina do when alone in her bedroom? I do not think her mother
would be happy to know how you pollute her innocent little girl with
your perverted sexual practices.”
Even in her shame Darya felt indignation, wanting to protest that
it was all Selina’s idea, but she had a feeling her mother would indeed
think that Darya was a perverted blonde whore who had sullied her
innocent little daughter.
Hiu-Ling looked down her body and then, smiling, reached down and
slipped her finger through one of Darya’s nipple rings, pulling it up,
painfully stretching her nipple.
“I see you have nipple rings,” the woman said. “Are they painful?”
Darya tried to make no sound, but as the woman continued to lift it
up she could not repress a gasp of pain.
The woman let it drop, but rubbed the nipple between her thumb and
forefinger.
“I heard they make nipples more sensitive,” she said. “Is that
true? Only prostitutes would wear such things in China, of course, but
you westerners have very – different – morals.”
She kneaded Darya’s breast, her fingers squeezing softly and
rhythmically. “You white girls often have such large breasts,” she said.
Darya moaned into the gag again, but the woman was looking down
along her body, and her hand followed her gaze until it was between her
legs, fingering the ring there, pulling on it, stretching her labia,
then circling the base of the vibrator shoved up her pussy.
“I do not like penetration,” Hiu-Ling said, pulling on the
vibrator, then beginning to pump it in and out. “The major nerve endings
are in the female clitoris, yes? So what reason is there for having
things pushed into you like this? I think it is all in your mind.” She
smiled at Darya as she pumped the dildo in and out. “I am a lesbian, you
see. Do you know what many lesbians call heterosexual girls? Breeders.
Is it unflattering to you? I think you breeder girls like the thought
of being penetrated too much to give it up, even when you are fucking a
girl.”
She pulled the vibrator completely out and let the head rub back
and forth across Darya’s clitoris, and the blonde girl’s hips jerked
involuntarily.
“See? Isn’t that much better?” she asked coyly.
She continued to rub the vibrator in slow circles around Darya’s
clit, now and then running it directly across.
The door opened and Selina stood there, holding a cup of juice,
gasping in shock.
“Well, well, look who’s here,” Hiu-Ling said with a smile. “Come
in, dear, and close the door. We don’t want your mother knowing what a
perverted little girl you are, do we?”
Selina quickly closed the door, looking anxiously at the woman.
“Take that off. Let’s see what kind of a pretty little body you’ve
been hiding from auntie Hiu-Ling.”
“But - .”
“Or should I go and get your mother?”
Selina shook her head rapidly, then set down the cup and
reluctantly opened her robe, peeling it over her shoulders and off.
“Very nice,” Hiu-Ling said. “What a pretty little girl you are.
Come here, Selina.”
Selina moved forward hesitantly, and Hiu-Ling reached out for her,
sliding a hand between her legs, thrusting two fingers up into her pussy
as she pressed her thumb against her clit.
“You two must be punished, of course,’ Hiu-Ling said, “for being
such bad little girls. But if you are good then perhaps I will not have
to tell mommy on you.”
She pulled and Selina gasped, falling forward into the bed. The
woman then gripped her hair, pulling tightly, guiding her face in
between Darya’s spread thighs.
“Show me what you two little girls do when you are alone,” she
demanded. “Go, lick the blonde whore until she comes. I want to see a
blonde orgasm.”
“But I don’t - .”
“Now! Or I call your mother.”
Selina squirmed, but then leaned in and began to lick at Darya’s
clit as Hiu-Ling looked on.
“Do you like that, blonde slut?” the woman cooed, leaning back and
stroking Darya’s hair. “Do you like having the little Chinese girl
licking your pussy?”
Darya didn’t. She was humiliated. On the other hand, her body
certainly did, and despite the anxiety and shame flooding her mind her
body was rapidly warming to the feel of the girl’s tongue and the
buzzing of the vibrators.
Then Hiu-Ling leaned in and began to knead her breasts idly,
fingering and pinching her nipples.
“That’s it, lick. Lick harder. Pump the vibrator. I think this
whore loves to be penetrated hard and deep.”
She bent and mouthed one of Darya’s nipples, sucking and chewing
and licking, then raised her head again, watching Selina licking at her
clit.
“Harder, bitch. Don’t you want the little white girl to have her come?”
Abruptly, she shoved Selina back with her foot, almost shoving her
off the bed.
“Get out,” she said dismissively. “Go wait on deck. I’ll deal with
the white whore.”
“But Hiu-Ling she - .”
“Now!” Hiu-Ling snapped. “Or I go straight to your mother.”
Selina dropped her eyes, then turned away and reached for her robe.
“No! Go out naked. Go!”
Selina left, and Hiu-Ling turned dark, hungry eyes on the helpless
blonde. “I always want to fuck a blonde whore,” she said. “But you must
be punished, also, for seducing our pure little Asian flower into your
perverted ways. Her mother would be most upset if she found out her baby
was polluting herself with a cheap white breeder whore.”
She sat up, then moved to the foot of the bed and undid the straps
around her ankles. She pulled one of the straps completely free of the
bedpost, and then slid up Darya’s body, undoing first one wrist, then
the other.
Darya’s arms were stiff, however, and she groaned as she bent them
for the first time in well over an hour. By the time she even thought of
doing anything else the woman had rolled her onto her back and pulled
her wrists back together behind her back.
She then sat on them as she straddled the gasping blonde girl, and
slipped the strap beneath her arms and around them, pulling it into a
loop and tightening it.
Darya groaned in discomfort, then pain as the strap was tightened
even further, as her arms were forced painfully back, her shoulders on
fire. The leather strap forced her arms back still further, and the
woman jammed her knee into the small of Darya’s back to hold her in
position as she ruthlessly forced her elbows back until they were
actually pressing together, then buckled the strap in place.
Darya’s wrists and hands were free, but since her arms were locked
together behind her there was little she could do with them. She moaned
in pain as the woman grasped her hair and forced her up and off the side
of the bed, spilling her to the floor on her belly, then yanking on her
hair to force her onto her knees.
“Move, white whore,” the woman ordered, pulling on her hair,
forcing Darya to move forward on her knees, gasping and moaning, eyes
tearing at the pulling sting against her scalp.
She was forced to move around to the far side of the bed. The woman then
made her bend forward over the bed as she picked up a strap and wound it
around her fist.
“I must punish you, blonde whore, for involving poor, little Selina
in your sick perversions. Now hold still.”
Darya gasped, her arms and shoulders burning with pain, her
jaw aching around the inflatable gag. Then she yelped loudly as the
strap cut across her bottom with painful force.
“Stop whining, blonde whore. You get what you deserve,” Hiu-Ling
growled.
She suddenly put her bare foot against the base of the vibrator
protruding from Darya’s anal opening and shoved hard. Darya cried out in
pain, shoved forward, the head of the vibrator jamming into her gut like
a punch. Then the belt slashed across her bottom again, bringing
stinging pain in its wake.
“I teach you not to seduce our pure little girls, blonde whore,”
the woman said, laying the belt down hard across Darya’s burning buttocks.
Darya rolled her head in pain, moaning and sniffling, then crying
out again at another blow, then another, then another.
“Keep that white bottom raised, blonde whore, or I whip something
more painful, like those big boobs of yours,” Hiu-Ling snapped.
Moaning and whimpering, Darya raised her bottom and another blow
cut across it, then another, then another, each blow making her jerk
violently, bringing tears of pain to her eyes.
“You must learn to learn to reform your ways this trip, blonde whore,”
Hiu-Ling said, lashing her bottom again and again.
Her buttocks were on fire, and Darya was sobbing openly before the woman
stopped. Then her eyes bulged and she cried out in even greater pain,
for the woman had leaned forward, gripping her long hair to pull it
backwards. At the same time she put her foot against the base of the
vibrator sticking out of her pussy and put all her weight on it.
Darya’s head was pulled back, a thousand needles stabbing into her
scalp even as she was punched painfully in the gut, the nose of the
vibrator forced past her cervix and jamming against the back wall of her
pussy tunnel.
“Breeder slut!” Hiu-Ling sneered. “You love to have big fat, hard
things shoved up into your belly. Do not deny it!”
She straddled the moaning girl, forcing her head back by the hair,
leaning over her, looking down. “You love it, blonde whore. Admit it!”
She slapped at one of her breasts, then again, twisting at her hair
as she did.
She abruptly gripped the pump gag and deflated it, then pulled it
out of Darya’s mouth, yanking on her hair at the same time, twisting her
around. She stepped back as Darya moaned and sniffled, working her
aching jaw, and then stripped off her own long robe, revealing that she
was nude beneath it.
“Now, blonde whore, you can reward me for all the trouble I take to
teach you your place.”
She gripped Darya’s thick hair, forcing it into two thick wads at
either side of her face, then pulled her head into her groin. “Show me
what Selina has taught you, breeder slut.”
She jammed her pussy against the moaning girl’s mouth, pulling on
her hair until Darya began to lick. “Yes! Show me what you can do,
breeder slut!”
Darya licked her, and licked her, and licked her, frantic as the
woman pulled and twisted her hair, moaning and whimpering in pain as she
sought to please her. Her arms and shoulders continued to burn, but were
starting to go numb now as she knelt and licked. Her shame was easing,
as well, for now that the woman was a participant, had revealed her own
sexual lust and motivation, she felt less like a schoolgirl who had been
caught doing something nasty.
It was obvious now that the woman’s motivation was largely sexual,
and so Darya did not need to feel so low and shamed. She was still
uncomfortable, still mentally squirming at being the woman’s sex toy,
but then again there was something a little – kinky and hot – about it,
too. Hiu-Ling was a beautiful, sophisticated woman, and very strong,
very – mannish – in some ways, though she knew the woman would hate it
if she were so described.
Being forced to lick her pussy was degrading, but not nearly as
degrading and humiliating as being caught tied up naked with vibrators
in her pussy and anus. And even that shame was beginning to fade now as
she realized the woman was less shocked, less disapproving, than aroused
by what she had discovered.
She felt a sense of relief as the woman stiffened, groaned in
pleasure, then began to buck against her mouth. But apparently, one
climax was not enough. The woman sat on the edge of the bed, spread her
legs, and guided Darya’s mouth to her pussy again.
She alternately fondled and slapped at the blonde girl’s breasts as
Darya licked her, calling her names and telling her how filthy and
perverted she was. But Selina had done much the same when she was bound,
and Darya thought this was more for effect, more a game, more an act,
than a demonstration of real contempt. It even aroused her a little, for
she was feeling quite the victim, the prisoner, forced to perform
sexually on a virtual stranger.
It had aroused her immensely when Selina had done this, but having
Hiu-Ling do it was so much more – real, that her body was beginning to
burn with passion even as the woman cursed her and roughly groped and
slapped her breasts.
“Lick, blonde whore,” she sneered.
And Darya licked, moaning, helpless, naked, the vibrators buzzing
inside her belly.
After her second climax Hiu-Ling eased her grip on Darya’s hair,
but her face was still a mask of contempt. “Filthy, weak minded little
breeder slut,” she said.
She gave her a shove with her foot so she fell back onto her back.
Then sat up and looked down at the open drawer of toys. She snorted in
disdain, but reached into it, looking over the things there, then
pulling out several straps.
“Strap-ons,’ she said in disgust. “Breeder girls use strap-ons. I
think you love them, yes?”
She stood up, pulling the straps up her legs and buckling them in
place. “All right, breeder girl. I’ll give you what you love.”
She took the big black dildo out of the drawer and fit it in place
in front of her groin, then dropped to her knees between Darya’s legs.
“N-No, please,” Darya panted.
“Quiet, breeder slut.”
She rolled her onto her knees and jerked on her hips, raising her
bottom into the air, then dug the vibrator out of her pussy and forced
the somewhat thicker dildo into her in its place.
“This is what breeder sluts live for,” she said, as she forced the
dildo deep into the groaning blonde teenager’s belly.
She began to ride her, slapping at her bottom whenever it lowered,
forcing her knees apart, reaching under to fondle her breasts as she
pumped the dildo in and out.
“Show us your orgasm, breeder slut,” she said.
And oh God did it feel good! The hard, deep thrusting of the fat
latex cock was making Darya’s head ache with the steady throbbing and
pounding of sexual excitement. Every deep thrust made her gasp as a
ripple of sexual pleasure rolled through her body and mind.
Still, she tried to hide her arousal, tried until the woman picked
up the vibrator and slid it between her legs, rubbing it back and forth
against her clitoris. That was simply too much, and the orgasm rose up
around her and then crashed down upon her like a tidal wave, swamping
her mind with orgiastic pleasure so intense she could not even think to
hide it.
Her cries of pleasure were quickly muffled as the woman put her
hand over her mouth, but they continued as her body jerked and bucked
and twisted to the wild sexual energy coursing through her system.
“I knew you would love that, blonde whore,” Hiu-Ling said with a sneer.
She slowed her pumping as Darya went limp, then pulled the dildo
free and eased back, grinning. “I think you’ve had too much pleasure,
though, and not enough punishment for your perverted abuse of our poor
little Selina. So I’m going to have to punish you further.”
Her bottom still stung, and Darya moaned weakly. “Please,” she panted.
“Do not fear another strapping. I give you time to think on your
wicked ways.”
She pushed her onto her stomach, and then, much to Darya’s relief,
released the strap pinning her elbows back together. She cried out in
pain as her stiff arms and shoulders sprang apart, but the pain soon
gave way to relief as the deep ache began to ease.
Before she could make any use of her arms, however, Hiu-Ling had
fit leather restraints around both wrists, then around both ankles. She
locked the wrist restraints together behind her back, then did the same
to the ankle restraints. She shoved the dildo deep into her pussy again,
laughing as the blonde girl squirmed with discomfort.
She found a narrow cord, then, and forced Darya’s legs back,
lifting her feet up and pressing them back against her buttocks. She
pulled her wrists down and then fit the cord through the links in them,
pulling, tightening so that Darya’s back arched and she groaned in
discomfort.
She tied off the cord then and shoved the inflatable gag back into
her mouth. She pushed it deeper than Selina had, though, and when she
inflated it the leather filled Darya’s mouth without hurting her jaw.
She then pulled Darya’s long hair into a braid. Another cord was tied to
it, and she pulled it back sharply and tied it to her big toes.
“You spend night like this,” she said, “think of what a nasty,
dirty whore you are.”
Darya moaned and rolled her eyes, but the woman was not kidding.
She left her like that on the floor, then returned with Selina. Selina
was allowed to lay on the bed, but then her wrists were shackled above her.
“I come and release you in the morning,” Hiu-Ling said. “Have a
nice night, and no fooling around together.”
She chuckled to herself and closed the door behind her.
Darya stared at the foot of the bed. She could not see Hiu-Ling up
on top of it, but that hardly mattered. She knew Selina could not
release her. She tried to twist and roll herself into a more comfortable
position, but nothing eased the growing ache in her back for long.
Whether she was on her belly or her sides her back was arched sharply,
and the longer she lay there the more it hurt.
“God, I hope she doesn’t tell my mother,” Selina said in the darkness.
That was almost all she said, and before long she seemed to fall
asleep, leaving Darya moaning softly into the gag, her back burning with
pain. She got no sleep at all, though she was sweating and exhausted by
the time the sky began to brighten through the narrow window above the
bed. The sun rose, and the room brightened, but still she lay there,
feeling as though a knife had been driven into her back.

Have you ever tried to walk with a dildo inside you? It’s weird, let
me tell you. I had a dildo, a big one, up my pussy and a big butt-plug
in my ass. There was no fear of them falling out because I was also
wearing skin-tight jeans. The jeans squeezed into my pussy very tightly,
and I ached there because my skin was feeling sore and raw. I wore a
black turtleneck sweater that was just as skin tight as the jeans. The
high collar helped to hide the thin leather collar around my throat, and
the two narrow chains which descended to my nipples and were attached to
my nipple rings.
It had only been a few days since I’d gotten them pierced. Tommy
had tied me up spread-eagled on the bed, fondled me, gotten me
incredibly hot, then gagged me. He then opened the bedroom door and the
Chinese girl who had been in our earlier session had come in. I moaned
into the gag, but knew there was nothing I could do about what was going
to happen.
The girl, entirely naked, had spent a lot of time licking a trail
up and down my body, sucking and chewing and biting on my breasts and
nipples, then licking my clit until I thought my head would explode.
Then she’d abruptly stopped. Tommy had brought over bowl, towels, a
bottle, a razor, and other items and set them between my legs, and the
Chinese girl had carefully shaved what little hair I had between my legs
until I was completely bald. That had embarrassed me to no end, despite
my state of arousal, because I could see by raising my head that I was
completely bare, completely visible.
Then, however, she had rubbed something over my right nipple, and
as Tommy looked over her shoulder had squeezed at the base of my areola
and pressed a needle against my pink skin. My eyes had bulged and I’d
yelled into the gag, but of course, they had ignored me. I wasn’t, to be
honest, all that opposed to the idea, but when the pain hit I yelled and
strained against my bonds.
They used a fairly large needle to pierce both my nipples. Tommy
said he wanted to be able to put thicker rings into them – and did. They
were quarter sized, and thick enough that when I was naked their weight,
though not enough to pull my nipples down, was – noticeable at all
times, a constant sense of tugging.
Then, my legs straining wide, the girl had rubbed more alcohol on
my pussy and pierced my clit. She used a thinner needle, but it hurt! I
was straining and screaming into the gag for several seconds as she
finished and put the third ring in place.
That ring was now jammed up against me by the tight jeans, and it
hurt. But I was becoming used to sexual pain, and it was only a small
distraction, even compared to the dildo.
I was pushing a shopping cart slowly along, grabbing items off the
shelves, checking my list, just like everyone else here. But I felt
apart from them because of what I was doing, because of the dildo and
the butt-plug and the collar and chains pulling on my nipples.
I was living a life that seemed to have less and less time for
anything but sex. Sex was coming to take over everything, even my mind.
I was spending more time tied up, and in more and more uncomfortable
positions. Lately Tommy had been hog tying me, bending my body back so
that my ankles and wrists could be bound together, then leaving me like
that for hours. That left my back throbbing even now.
Spaghetti. I needed spaghetti.
I pushed the cart along and inspected the cans. They were low, and
I had to bend, and feel the dildo twisting inside me, my insides moving
around it as I bent further. I squatted, then, grunting at my sore back,
at the sore muscles in my legs, then plucked the ones I wanted and moved
along.
The odd thing was I was becoming less attached to Tommy. He was
acting like an arrogant, overbearing prick all the time now, and I can’t
say it was making me feel very affectionate towards him. I put up with
it because the sex was incredible, a total fucking rush.
And like I said, our relationship was becoming more and more about
sex, and less and less about anything else.
I finished paying for the groceries and took them out to the car,
then drove back to Tommy’s place. I was more or less staying there now,
though I hadn’t really moved my stuff in. Why should I, I thought
cynically, when I never wore any clothes there anyway. It was becoming
quite natural and normal to be naked around the house, and as long as
the place was kept warm I didn’t mind.
As soon as I got in I set down the groceries, then stripped. I was
glad to get out of the jeans, to be honest, and rubbed my bare pussy
gingerly as I set them aside.
The jeans would have kept the dildo from slipping out but they
weren’t needed for that purpose. I had a thin belt around my hips, and a
narrow chain dangled from it. The chain went through the ring piecing my
clit, and was attached to the base of the dildo. The chain, in turn, had
a spiky little ball just where it passed through the ring, and the ball
had been jammed against my clit the whole time I was wearing the jeans.
It had hurt, but it had also been incredibly irritating. Now I gently
stroked my clit, feeling the relief as the pain and irritation began to
fade.
This, of course, made me hot. Hell, almost everything made me hot,
these days, and so I just propped my bottom against the narrow table
just inside the door, spread my legs, and rubbed myself until I came.
It didn’t take long.
Then I picked up the groceries, brought them into the kitchen, and
put them away. With that done I had time to start thinking about my
homework. I really did need to find time for it, even if it was hard to
keep my mind on my work with the kinds of – distractions – I regularly
had to deal with.
But Tommy wasn’t home, so now was my chance. I put my things on the
coffee table and knelt next to it. This kept my sore pussy off the
floor, or a chair if I’d been sitting, and I could sort of rest my
breasts on the table so the chains didn’t pull on my still-sore nipples.
I did manage to get some work done, but I was still distracted from
time to time by my body. The fact Tommy wasn’t in was helpful, but I
felt a certain tension about what he’d do when he returned, and whether
he’d bring anyone with him.
The cordless phone rang, and I plucked it off the table and punched
the button.
“Hello?”
“It’s me, slut,” Tommy said. “I want you to go upstairs and get
handcuffs shackles, and a ring gag with a penis filler. Bring them
downstairs, and then put the gag into your slut mouth, shackle your
ankles together, kneel in front of the door, and handcuff your wrists
behind your back. Do you have all that, slut?”
“Who are you bringing home?” I asked, feeling an electrical
tingling in my groin, a hot ache and anxious thrill.
“Do as I tell you, slut. You have ten minutes.”
I hung up, my heart starting to pound, then got up and went
upstairs. I was wary and worried about who he’d bring home this time,
knowing I’d be embarrassed. But I also felt a hot thrum of hunger as I
did as he directed and positioned myself before the front door. I
stuffed the ring gag into my wide open mouth, then buckled it behind my
head. I stuffed the latex penis filler inside and snapped it there, then
cuffed my ankles together.
I sat back on my heels, knees spread wide, then cuffed my right
hand and brought my hands back behind me. After a little fumbling, I got
my left snapped tight, and waited.
It seemed a lot longer then a few minutes before I heard a key in
the door. My heart began to pound really hard and I felt my nipples
throbbing as I jerked my back very straight and the chains pulled at them.
The door opened, and two Asian men came through, both strangers. I
felt the blood rush to my face, but did not move, waiting for Tommy to
appear. Neither of the men seemed surprised to see me. Their eyes were
appreciative as they looked at my obscenely displayed body, and they
said something, one to the other, probably about me.
I looked past them at the open door but there was no sign of Tommy.
I felt a bit of a panicky flutter, thinking he had simply gifted me to
these men, who would use me without him even being present. But such was
the state of my mind that even that sent a jolt of excitement through
me, a jolt which made my pussy spasm and moisten.
The two men reached down for me and gripped my arms, one on either
side, pulling me to my feet. I still looked at the door, but there was
no Tommy. The men pulled me towards the door, and I started forward,
then hesitated at the doorway, trying to pull back. But my ankles were
shackled only a foot apart, and so I couldn’t exactly brace myself.
They pulled me, naked, out the door.
Tommy’s place had a broad front lawn and a high hedge, so there was
no one to see as the two men dragged me down the path to the driveway,
where a dark sedan waited. The trunk was open, and they picked me up
bodily and placed me inside, then closed it.
I felt them get in, felt the doors close, then the car started forward.
My heart was pounding as my mind tried to figure out what Tommy
planned this time. I was frightened, but not of anything more than
experiencing some new humiliation. How many people this time, I
wondered, and what would they do to me?
The drive was long, long enough for me to calm down, for the
arousal to deepen and spread and overcome much of my anxiety. Tommy was
a prick, but when would I ever experience this kind of wild, kinky
thrill again? I had better damned well enjoy it while I could! Every
other boyfriend who followed would seem dull and boring in comparison.
After what seemed ages the car finally stopped. The doors opened,
and the two men came around to open the trunk and lift me out.
Where the hell were we?
We were in a forested area, somewhere outside the city. The parking
lot was unpaved, and there were several cars parked there. All around us
were trees. The men held my arms and led me down an unpaved path through
the trees, my bare feet shuffling through pine cones and needles,
through twigs and pebbles and dirt as we went deeper into the woods.
I felt very wild, excited, amazed. The cool wind blew against my
bare skin, and the two men, the two strangers, continued to lead me
along, cuffed, shackled, the dildo tugging lightly at my clit, my
nipples jerking against the chains.
Finally, there was a building, long and low, and they led me inside
through a wide door. It was more of a barn than a home, with rough
wooden walls, a wooden roof, and stone floor. Two more Asian men stood
inside waiting, and my face burned with embarrassment again as the two
leading me set me on my knees before them.
The two men spoke to each other, then to one of the men who had
brought me. No one spoke to me, and no one spoke English. All of the
men, I noticed now, wore black shirts and gray trousers. The two in
front of me were older, in their forties, but well-built. One was
balding and had a narrow face. The other had a square head with short
black hair and thin glasses.
The nearly bald one said something and I gasped as one of the men
bracketing me jerked on my hair, forcing my head back and my chest out.
I didn’t know why. He released me after a moment and I stared around me,
wild-eyed. Where the fuck was Tommy!?
I was kneeling naked in a cold wooden shack in the forest with four
strange men, none of whom seemed to speak English!
One of the men finally looked at me and said something. If I was
supposed to understand him he was in for a surprise. I didn’t move and
didn’t react. He said it again, a word, and again I didn’t react. Then I
gasped in pain as my hair was seized and jerked cruelly back. At the
same time I was roughly pushed forward, shoved down on my belly, though
my hips were immediately yanked up my knees spread wide.
A hand cracked painfully against my bottom, and the word was said
again.
The hands eased back and I moaned into the gag. The side of my face
was pressed against the stone floor, as were my shoulders and breasts.
My bottom was raised up, knees apart. The four men stood all around me,
looking at me, and I felt a strange dark thrill pass through my body,
rippling along my spine like a wave.
I’d assumed this position with Tommy before, even with Tommy and
others, but it seemed so much more powerful a mental kick to be doing it
out here in the middle of the forest, alone, with strangers.
It was scary, too, and embarrassing, but my main feeling just then
was arousal.
Then the balding man produced a long, thin crop. He moved closer to
me, and ran the tip up my spine, then slapped lightly at my buttocks. I
moaned as I felt the tip rub against my clit. Then he spoke a word.
A moment later the crop snapped down across my bottom. I cried out
in pain, but didn’t move. Another blow, and another stinging explosion
of pain as I jerked and whimpered. Another blow, and I closed my eyes,
shuddering as I waited for the next to fall.
Instead a foot pressed against my side and shoved me so I fell over
onto my other side. I lay there, panting for breath as the four men
looked down at me. Then the one with glasses moved to the far side of
the room. The balding one pointed at him and said a word.
I didn’t move, of course.
The balding man said another word, and still I lay on my side,
panting, moaning. One of the other men handed him something, a long
metal tube with a handle at one end. He moved to me and pointed at the
other man, and at last I understood I was to move there. I tried to rise
but was pushed back, and again he pointed at the far side of the room.
Then he held that tube in front of my face. I saw that the end had
a small sharp tip, and suddenly a spark of electricity snapped on that
tip. I drew back with a gasp, and he pointed across the room.
I writhed that way, and no one said anything. It was hard to get
there. I couldn’t stay on my side, and had to roll on my belly. My
breasts were crushed against the stone, and I had to wriggle my hips
from side to side to push myself along, gasping and grunting into the gag.
The balding man thrust the tube suddenly in between my thighs,
right against my pussy, and I let out a cry of shock and pain as a low
crackle of electricity ripped into my bare sex. It was not at high
power, just enough to make my pussy crackle and sting, but it sent my
jerking forward.
My bottom rolled from side to side, my hips grinding against the
floor, my legs turning and twisting as I tried to push myself forward.
My breasts ached, especially my recently pierced nipples. I felt the
snap of electricity against one of my feet, and yelped again, wriggling
faster. Another jolt hit my bottom, right next to my wrinkled anal
opening, and I gasped and crawled faster.
When I got there the man with glasses pushed out his foot, pressing
the bottom of his shoe against my face. I was gasping for breath,
moaning. The man said a word, and I recognized it as the one they had
used before. I awkwardly got my knees under me and raised my bottom
high, shifting my knees apart.
I moaned as I felt the tube sliding up and down along my slit, then
cried out, jerking violently as another crackle of electricity burned my
sex.
One of the men knelt behind me and I felt his fingers at the
butt-plug. He tugged it slowly free, then slapped my bottom. The men
were talking, but I could not understand. Then a cock penetrated me,
sliding halfway into my ass before there was any resistance. My neck
ached, and my face was cold against the stone as the cock thrust deeper.
My knees ached too, and I was starting to feel really badly used.
But that sense of sexual masochism and excitement was strong within
me, and as the man began to pump in and out, roughly sodomising me, and
the other three looked on, I felt very much like their – their prisoner,
their slave, their bitch slave, as Tommy would say. I wondered if he
were nearby watching, getting off on this.
It was so impersonal! The man thrust into me harder and harder,
driving his prick deep into my anus, his hips slapping against my
bottom. The three others looked on, chatting in low voices, in Chinese,
of course. I knew the man had finished when he finished, when the
sensation of his hips and belly slapping against me ended and his
softening cock came free of my anus.
Were they all going to take me like this? I wished they would get a
blanket. My knees were scraped and sore.
One of the men casually dropped a pile of rope and wooden poles
next to me. Then two of them knelt, one on either side. The handcuffs,
shackles belt were removed, but my arms were held tightly together
behind me. I was lifted up into an upright kneeling position, and they
spoke softly to each other as they tied a rope around my waits and
cinched it tight. I felt them fingering my clit ring, tugging and
twisting it, then they seemed to ignore it.
They fed the rope down between my legs, and jammed it up painfully hard
against my sex, and against the base of the dildo which was almost flush
with my opening.
They ignored my moans of pain, my attempts to pull free, pulling
the rope up to feed into the loop around my belly, then back again, down
between my legs and up between my buttocks. Tommy had done something
like this before, though, so I was not unduly frightened or surprised.
They lifted me to my feet. There was a wooden post against one
wall, a support post of some kind, a foot or so thick. They bent me
over, lifting my arms up high behind me, then kind of ran me into the
post, forcing my head down, pulling my arms up higher. I grunted in pain
as my arms were then tied tightly to the post, straight up on either side.
They spread my legs and tied one of the wooden poles in place
between my ankles, holding them well apart. I found out now that they
had bound a cord to my clit ring, and now they pulled it down and tied
it to the centre of the pole, using just enough pressure to stretch my
aching clit.
Two more cords were tied to my nipple rings, and they were pulled
down, as well, and also tied to the pole between my ankles.
Then the four men gathered around behind me, still talking softly,
in Chinese, and I felt the first blow of the crop against my bottom.
I yelped, of course, and jerked in my bonds, but they seemed not to
care. The crop cracked down across my bottom again and again and again,
and as the pain mounted I began to feel a real sense of desperation,
twisting hopelessly against the bonds, moaning, then yelling into the
gag as the crop continued to slice into the soft flesh of my bottom.
Soon my ass was on fire, and the pain and frustration were
beginning to rise to the point tears filled my eyes, tears of pain,
frustration and anger. But all the while I knew I was utterly helpless
to do anything but take it as the crop continued to cut into my raised
bottom.
I felt a vast sense of relief when it stopped, when the men began
to turn and move away. I was gasping for breath, moaning into the gag,
my bottom on fire. They walked out of the low room, the low building,
and left me there as I was, bound and helpless.
Fucking Tommy, I thought furiously. Did he think he could just give
me to anyone he wanted to do anything they wanted with me!? I was going
to kick his ass! I was going to tell him we were through!
My shoulders ached, almost as much as my bottom, in fact, but I
could do nothing to ease them. Slowly, my bottom burned less hot, but I
remained in position, alone in the stone building. I was sore, and
aching, and felt dirty and miserable. The sexual hunger within me was
still there, but it was at a low ebb.
And it got lower and lower as time passed. Had they fucking
forgotten about me or what!? My neck ached, my head jammed forward and
down by the post. My shoulders ached, and my arms were numb. My back was
really starting to hurt from my bent over position. I mean, what the fuck!
And yet still more time passed, until, finally, when I was almost
ready to burst into tears, I heard their low voices and two of the
Chinese guys returned. They moved directly towards me and began to untie
my arms. I felt a desperate relief and groaned into the gag as they
lifted me upright. My shoulders were finally relaxed – somewhat, and my
back straightened, and a flood of relief washed through my body.
My arms were untied, but held tightly, and I moaned when they
shoved my face against the post and looped the ropes around them again.
They had been tied upright on either side of the post. Now the men tied
them tightly together, the ropes going around them above my elbows and
at my wrists, pinning them tight, and making my shoulders ache again.
I tried to communicate with them, looking up at them desperately,
shaking my head to indicate I didn’t want to play any longer. But they
hardly looked at me. They bent me over, and looped the rope around my
breasts, squeezing them tight. They removed the spreader bar from my
ankles, but tied my ankles tightly together now.
I twisted and wriggled, but that only drew me a sharp slap on the
bottom, then across the face. Tommy had slapped my face before, but only
softly, as a part of our game. This slap was harder and made me blink as
my ear rang with pain.
I was placed between a pair of the rough wooden posts now. Both men
were working on the ropes on me, working efficiently, and quietly. A
rope was tied those around my ankles and fed to the post in front of me.
Another was tied to my wrists and pulled back and down. Then they
pulled the loose ends of the ropes circling my breasts up and forward –
hard. I screamed in pain as my breasts stretched up and forward, pulling
me to the balls of my feet, then my toes.
The men said some something, and another rope went around my waist,
and then was fed up and forward to the post in front. I was eased back a
bit, then the rope went tight, pulling against my back. The rope bound
to my wrists then pulled back harder and I cried out as my shoulders and
back were forced back and down.
Way back, way down. The rope was tied against the post behind me,
down near the floor. The way the rope pulled me made my breasts stretch
again, and I moaned and nearly wept. The cords bound to my nipple rings
were pulled forward, so that my nipples stretched out too, and then tied
to the post before me. The cord tied to my clit ring was pulled back and
down, tied off somewhere else.
And then the penis gag was unsnapped, pulled free of the ring gag
holding my mouth open. I gasped and choked and tried to talk, but one of
the men simply reached in with something like pliers, and seized my
tongue. I screamed in pain as the pincers crushed down against it, but
he simply pulled my tongue up and out of my mouth. The other man was
waiting with some kind of clamp which bit into my tongue even harder,
but over a wider area. Then a cord attached to that clamp was pulled up
and back, tied to the post behind me but high up.
And then the men left me like that, standing on the balls of my
feet, breasts throbbing hotly, head and body pulled back and down so my
back was very awkwardly arched, bowed back.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It was a terrible, awkward position! And it was
so frustrating thinking that if only I could speak for a few seconds,
could only talk to them, they would have to let me go! Instead I was
alone in the room, every part of my body aching, and growing worse with
every passing minute.
The worst was my back. It felt like a knife had been stuck into me
there, and with every passing minute it seemed to grind and twist more
painfully.
My shoulders hurt terribly, of course, and my ankles and feet were
starting to tremble and shake as cramps made them spasm. My tongue
burned like fire, at first, but was starting to get numb. My nipples
remained hot and throbbing, my clit stinging terribly.
I was alone, hearing nothing but the wind going between the trees.
I remember thinking that they couldn’t possibly leave me like this
much longer. And then an hour passed.
Then I thought they must come for me any second, because I couldn’t
stand it any longer, the pain was too terrible, because my body would
collapse, and I’d tear my arms from their sockets. And then another hour
passed.

My wife loves posing for my camera and we have taken some very daring
shots, but she never envisaged doing so for anyone else, although her
figure is good enough.
A colleague from work, who is also a keen photographer, complained to
me that he was finding it hard to find a model. Without thinking about
what I was saying, I said that my wife would love to pose for him and
I showed him some of the tamer photos I had taken of her. He was very
impressed and asked me to arrange it.
When I told Rosie what I’d done she was cross, but I flattered her and
talked her round to at least try it. She was very nervous and she had
had three rum and cokes before we got to Peter’s flat. Peter is a very
smooth talker and he soon put Rosie at her ease. The generous measures
of gin and tonics also helped.
He started by taking portraits. By the glazed look in her eyes I
realised that Rosie was tiddly and I suggested that she take her dress
off and pose in her undies.
To my amazement she agreed and I helped her take off her dress.
Beneath she was wearing a suspender belt, black stockings and the sexy
underwear I’d bought her for her birthday. The bra consistes of straps
holding together two small triangles of material that barely cover the
nipples. As my wife has rather large, firm breasts, it made them look
more naked than if they had been.
The knickers consist of a triangle of material covering her mound but
leaves her bottom completely exposed. Her rather profuse pubic hair
could not be contained and it lined the triangle.
Peter’s eyes glistened as he surveyed the delectable sight in front of
his camera. He took a couple of rolls and then asked me to pose with
her. Watching her posing for another man had made me so randy that I
jumped at the chance and moved behind her.
My cock was as hard as a rock and I pressed it in between her bare
buttocks. She responded by pushing her bottom back so that my cock was
trapped between her cheeks. For a moment, forgetting where I was, I
cupped her heavy breasts and nipped the nipples between my fingers. A
bright flash reminded me that we weren’t alone.
Rosie had closed her eyes and she was resting her head against my
shoulders. She was breathing heavily and I could see she was very
aroused. Holding my breath, I quickly undid her bra and took it off.
She did nothing to stop me. I cupped her bare breasts and shaped them
for the camera. Peter shot away as I tweaked the nipples into
hardness. Then I undid the thong holding her panties together and it
slipped down her legs, exposing her pussy to his eager gaze. Again,
she didn’t stop me, not even when I peeled her pussy lips back to
expose the inner folds to the camera.
Peter knelt in front of her and took close-ups of my fingers pinching
her clit. She was moaning and gasping and her bottom was squirming
constantly against my erection.
Peter had to reload the camera and I took the opportunity to go for a
pee. When I came back, I came to a dead stop and stood at the door
with bulging eyes. My wife was stretched out on a table with her legs
wide apart and, between her legs stood Peter, easing a colossal prick
into her exposed cunt!
Before I could do anything to stop him, he buried the entire length of
his rigid cock inside her. She moaned, gasped and raised her legs so
that her heels rested on his shoulders. Her eyes were closed but by
the expression on her face I realised that she was loving being taken
by another man.
He grabbed a breast in each hand and used them as handholds to shuttle
her back and forth on his cock. Although jealous, I was also very
excited and I approached her. She turned her head, opened her eyes and
smiled at me lovingly. She raised her arms and pulled me down to her.
We kissed, our tongues mingling together as Peter continued to fuck
her cunt.
I could tell that she was climaxing, her body shuddered and writhed as
she sucked wildly on my tongue. Her nails clawed at my back and she
almost suffocated me with the intensity of her kiss. Only when she’d
finally released me did I realise that Peter had spunked inside her
cunt.
I was so randy by the sight of her open cunt, filled with his spunk,
that I whipped off my trousers and rammed my cock into her slippery
pussy. My cock went all the way in, in one stroke, as her cunt was so
slack and so very wet. Peter’s spunk dribbled onto my balls as I
fucked her as hard as I could. It only lasted a few moments before she
was climaxing again as she received my spermy donation.
I rolled off her, panting, my limp cock dangling. I went to get a
towel to clean us up and when I came back I discovered that Rosie was
kneeling on the settee with her arse up in the air and that Peter was
ramming his dick into her pussy from behind. Loud squishy sounds
accompanied his strokings. I could see trickles of spunk running down
her legs, his and mine.
I picked up the camera and started taking photos of them fucking. It
was the most exciting thing I’d ever experienced and I urged him to
change position. He did, many times, and I took a load of photos of
her being fucked from different angles.
By the time he squirted into her for the second time, I was ready for
more. I fucked her hard, frequently changing positions so that Peter
could take photos.
Rosie was exhausted by the time she received my second offering. I
helped her to clean up in the bathroom and took her home. She was
rather embarrassed by her lewd behaviour but I put her mind at rest by
telling her that it had been the most exciting evening of my life.
Two days later, Peter came round to our house with the developed
photos. They were terrific and made us so randy that Peter and I ended
up fucking Rosie at the same time, one at each end. She loved it and
it was the early hours of the morning before we were too exhausted to
keep going.
Since then Rosie and I have invited other men to photograph her and I
have watched enraptured as they fuck her brains out before I join in
for some hot and slippery seconds.

I feel so guilty but her face was so sweet. I would be the first guy to come in her face.

The way she was looking up at me with those innocent, trusting eyes. I could tell she was only going this far because she really liked me.

But I was on a mission, it had been almost a week since I last stroked my cock and I could feel this would be a good one. I positioned her on the bed so I was above her and she was on her back. This was when she said “Not in my face, ok?” - it was almost like she was begging but still with an ounce of pride.

I heard what she said… and I mumbled some sort of agreement in return - but I want you to know, I swear to God, I didnt intend to do something she specifically asked me not to do.

The moment was drawing near, you know the moment I’m talking about… the point of no return. It was at that point I decided to be selfish. As I pumped my cock the last few times before I fired off a clip I think she knew I had no intention of aiming for her 23 year old breasts like she wanted me to. But she couldn’t move. The wieght of my body had her pinned in a completely submissive position.

I had always dreamt of blowing a load in her pretty face, since the first time we had sex, and now my dream was about to come true.

I unloaded the first stream straight up into the air and it headed for the bridge of her nose. Her auto-reflex kicked in and she turned her head to the side just in time for the shot to stretch across the side of her face from her temple right beside her eye down past her ear to curl down the back of her jaw… I missed her eye by millimetres… she squinted and wrinkled her nose as the second cum-missile headed for her face - this time there was nothing her reflexes could do - I guess she figured it was better to keep still and allow the sperm on only one side of her face rather than both. For what seemed like a few seconds to me and an eternity to her she was by cumbasket.

I owned her.

As I descended from the state of euphoria I was in I realized what I had done. I looked at the result of my selfishness and felt a tinge of guilt.

She quickly cleaned up my mess off her face. She didnt mentioned the fact that I had cum in her face after she specifically requested that I didn’t. The rest of the evening went fine and we have been talking since that night and we are going out again next weekend. Nothing has been spoken of what happened.

Now my question to you is — should I feel guilty? Or is it all good since she doesnt hate me, has continued talking to me and hasnt mentioned it? I would love to be able to cum in her face on a regular basis, what should I say to her so she agrees?

Advice please.

The time, six months ago. The scene, the local YMCA.

There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old
insecurity and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest
of the aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated
from my bad knee — neither sensation was particularly noticable
compared to the pounding of my heart and the gasping sounds of my
labored breathing. Pride was the only thing which kept me on my
feet and moving.

I could tell that the instructor was watching me,
waiting for me to collapse — or perhaps trying to figure out
what I was doing in her class. It wasn’t an advanced aerobics
class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have
been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured
exercise — no one told me what I was getting into, or, more
probably, I wasn’t paying attention. Now, I was too proud to
admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor,
a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19
or 20, was definitely looking at me.

Locking down my newly discovered determination
(developed after months of intense therapy — more on that later
if it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing
quite as much as my classmates and eventually made it through the
session without a miocardial infarction.

After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right
up to me as I was headed for the showers.

“You’re John, aren’t you?” she asked.

“That’s me all right.” What a clever response, I
thought. “I suppose you’re wondering what a blimp like me is
doing in your class, eh?”

“No, not at all. I know perfectly well what you’re
doing in my class. And I want to talk to you about that. Are
you busy right now?”

“No, as a matter of fact. After my shower I was just
planning to go home and collapse,” I said, laughing.

She laughed too. “Well, if you could put off
collapsing for a little bit, I was going to suggest a cup of
coffee at Perkins ™.”

“Do you have coffee with all of your overweight and out
of shape students?”

“No, not usually, but something tells me I should have
a cup with you.”

I nearly said no. Since I am telling this story, I can
stop right here and explain that. For those waiting for the
juicy sex scene, wait a little while and I will try to make it
worth it for you to keep reading.

If you’ll recall, I said at the top that I was 40. An
18 year marriage collapsed under me a year earlier. My fault —
I never dealt with my father’s alcoholism and its effects on me.
Denial was a way of life. I became more and more unrelatable to
my wife and my two kids. Alcohol is only one escape from life.
There are many others. Food was one of mine. My divorce was a
real wake up call. I nearly lost my job and everything else in
my life without dealing with my problems, but when I lost my
family, well, that was something that really got to me.

I got into therapy and began to deal with all the
things going on inside my head. But I still wasn’t into
relationships. Too many wounds, many self inflicted, had left my
heart encased in some pretty tough scar tissue. That’s why I
hesitated a little before saying yes to Lisa’s invitation.

“Sure. Sounds great. I’ll meet you in the lobby in 15
minutes.”

Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look pretty
much the same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at the
back of the resturant. Small talk ensues.

“You said you knew why I took your class,” I said, by
way of transition to the real reason we were here, “What did you
mean by that?”

“You’re trying to prove something to yourself. Recover
your lost manhood. Go back to the time when you were young and
in shape. You felt better then. You want to recapture that.”

“I’ve lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think so?”

“I know who you are. My sister took a college course
from you once, which may explain why you said I look familiar to
you, though you couldn’t place me. I know a little bit about
what’s been going on in your life. Your divorce, for instance.”

“I’d be careful with that if I were you. It’s still a
touchy subject for me.” I gave her a moment to digest that. “So
I want to recapture my youth. I didn’t think 40 was all that
old, compared let’s say, to 80. Let’s assume for the moment that
you are right. So what.”

“It’s the wrong reason for you to be in the class. You
don’t belong in this group anyway - - I checked at the desk and
they put you in this class by mistake - - you should be doing
lower impact aerobics until you work yourself back into some sort
of shape.”

“So, what would you consider a good reason for me to
take your class?”

“Because you want to sleep with the instructor.”

She said it with a straight face. I’m sure my chin
dropped all the way to my chest before I recovered my composure.
I started to laugh, thinking that she was joking, and was cut off
in mid gufaw by the serious look on her face.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not. There’s only one way you’re going to get
through this class, John, and I’m telling you what it is. You’re
going to have to believe that when it’s all over, there’s going
to be a reward.”

“I’m a little confused.” Wow, what a master of
understatement.

She smiled. I’m sure that I was red as a beet. I was
embarassed and very close to getting angry with her. If this was
some sort of elaborate tease, it was a cruel one for sure.

“That’s true enough. Most men are. Tell me, how long
has it been since you felt attractive?”

Well. That certainly caught me by surprise. To be
honest, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt attractive. Not
physically anyway. Growing up I had some real conflicting needs
- - the need for attention, yet wanting to blend in to the
background. I wanted people to be close to, but I wouldn’t let
them in. That’s probably why my marriage failed - - my wife could
never get inside of my head because I wouldn’t let her. Some
sort of trust thing. Well, anyway, I had to come up with some
sort of answer….

“A while.” Wow, another pithy comment.

“I thought so. Did you know that when you were my
sister’s teacher in college that she had the hots for you
something fierce?”

“No way!” I remember my ex-wife warning me about all
the coeds who would get the hots for me and try to ‘make the
grade’ so to speak. I used to laugh, point at myself, and say,
“Yeah, right. Just look at me, Joe Stud.”

“She did. She used to tell me about it all the time.
The only reasons she didn’t hit on you then were that you were
married at the time and she knew what kind of negative effect
teacher-student relationships can have on faculty members. But
she used to tell me her fantasies, and believe me, she was hot
for you. By the way, if you ever tell her I told you this, I’ll
kill you.”

“That’s incredible. But what’s the point?”

“The point, John, is that you are trying to make
yourself physically appealing because that’s what you think all
women want. And the reason you think that way is that that’s
what men look for in a woman. Admit it. If I were 40 pounds
overweight you and I would not be having this conversation would
we?”

“If you were 40 pounds overweight, you wouldn’t be an
aerobics instructor, either, but yes, I guess you’re right. So?”

“Some women are turned on by a man’s personality,
believe it or not, and can even overlook some pretty major
physical flaws. Ever wonder why Christie Brinkley married Billy
Joel?”

“So, are you trying to tell me that I turn you on,
somehow, right now even though I look more like Dom Deluise than
Burt Reynolds?”

“Not quite. But my sister and I are a lot alike. I
think that if I spent some time with you, I could become very
attracted to you. One thing you should realize is that a lot of
those blow dried body building types are so stuck on themselves
that they make lousy lovers. Other kinds of guys, more like you,
are more attentive to their partner’s needs and can actually be
more satisfying sexually.”

I was flattered to say the least. My self esteem was
growing by leaps and bounds. But I was waiting for the other
shoe to drop. No, sir. This wasn’t going to be happening the
way it looked. No beautiful female like the one sitting across
the table was going to get the hots for me all of a sudden. And
even if she did, I was sure that it would be a short
relationship, particularly when she got a load of my lack of
staying power — though if she liked getting head, it might make
up for it — I’m very good at that.

“But, (here it comes, I thought) there’s a catch.”

“I knew it.”

“You do need to get into shape, and not just so you’ll
be some sexy middle aged stud either,” she laughed, taking the
sting out of the jibe, “but for your health. And, by the way,
being in shape will make you a better lover to boot. So, here’s
what I’m proposing. You attend my class regularly — but don’t
try to keep up with everyone, just go your own pace — and do
something about your food intake, and I think you’ll start to see
some results. It might help to do nautilus along with the
aerobics to shape your body a little as you take the weight off.
Now, the good part. I am confident that if you work at it, you
can get to where you want to be, physically, in about six months.
Between now and then, we’ll keep meeting for coffee and getting
to know one another a little better. If you’ve been faithful to
the physical regime for six months and make your goal weight (I
had told her it was 200 lbs even) you and I will spend a weekend
at a cabin I inherited from my grandparents. It’s in a very
secluded location on a beautiful lake not far from here.”

Incentive? This had to be it. I agreed to her terms.
Hell, even if I didn’t end up making love to her, I would be in
somewhat better shape then I was right now. But it was going to
be a long six months.

PART TWO

That conversation happened six months ago. Through
some changes in my nutritional habits and the physical effort
required by my aerobics class and daily walks of about 5 miles or
so (along with some nautilus sessions two or three times per
week), I have achieved my goal weight and I am in the best shape
of my adult life.

Believe it or not, after the first few sessions, I
began to enjoy the aerobics workouts for their own sake, rather
than just because I thought I might get into the instructor’s
pants. Over the three month period we occasionally went out for
coffee after a workout session, but the subject of her cabin in
the woods and what we might do there did not come up for further
discussion.

That’s why I was kind of surprised when I opened my
mail today. There was a card with a note inside and a map. The
note said “Every Good Boy Deserves A Favor” (which also happens
to be the title of my favorite ‘Moody Blues’ album) and it was
signed “Your Breathless With Anticipation Aerobics Instructor”.
The map showed the route to a lake near the city where I live.
There were written instructions on the back of the map.

I laughed. She hadn’t been kidding. I threw some
things into a duffle bag and headed for the lake.

It was a beautiful drive. Early June in our part of
the world can either be great or horrible. This had been a great
June so far and it promised to be a great weekend to be at the
lake. I couldn’t have cared less about the weather, though,
since I planned on spending most of my time indoors.

I was a little nervous. I hadn’t been intimate with a
woman other than my wife since 1973 and she was the only one with
whom I had ever had sexual intercourse. I may not have been very
relatable, but I was definitely monogomous. So, I didn’t know
how things were going to go, and I really wanted to please Lisa.

Following the instructions on the back of the map, I
soon found my way up the long winding drive to the top of the
hill overlooking the lake where Lisa’s “cabin” was. Some cabin.
Three bedrooms, including a master suite with a jacuzzi on a deck
overlooking the lake. Big living room with a field stone fire
place. Lots of comfortable looking furniture and hardwood
floors. Lots of glass facing the lake. Large boathouse with
what appears to be living quarters above. Space for two or three
boats. One, a large inboard is tied up to the dock.

Lisa came out to meet me when I pulled up to the car
port. She looked great in a pair of shorts and a halter top. A
five foot nine inch vision of firm, healthy flesh topped with
that beautiful brown hair (you can have your blondes — I’ll
take brunettes every time).

“You made it! I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

She ran over to my side of the car and grabbed me in a
big hug as soon as I got out.

“Who could resist an invitation like that? Of course I
came.”

“I’m glad. This has been a long six months for me.”

“Oh? Why?”

“While you’ve been dieting and exercising, I’ve been
completely celibate. I haven’t even masturbated.”

I was a little startled by this admission, masturbation
not usually being a subject I discuss with women.

“What about you?”

“Lisa, if you’re serious about going through with this
reward thing, you’ll be the second woman to whom I’ve made love
in my lifetime, and since I outgrew masturbation about the same
time my voice changed for good, I’d say that I’m in about the
same shape as you.”

“Good. Now, give me that bag and I’ll show you
inside.”

She gave me a quick tour of the place, ending back in
the living room. The mid afternoon sun was shining through the
pine trees making dancing patterns on the living room floor.
Lisa was holding both of my hands in hers and we were facing each
other in front of the fire place. By mutual consent and without
words we moved together. My arms went around her waist and hers
went around mine. Our mouths met in a light kiss — just lip
contact. Her perfume, light and sweet but not overpowering, came
up to greet me.

“You smell delicious,” I murmured into her ear.

“You smell like a man. A man that I very much want to
make love to right now.”

Our mouths met again and this time we held the kiss,
our tongues beginning to dance with one another, probing,
piercing, licking. Our bodies pressed together. I could feel
her breasts pressing against me. I know she had to be able to
feel my erect member pressing against her.

The kiss finally broke. She disengaged herself from my
embrace and began to walk out of the room. I followed. Within
moments we were in the master suite, standing by the king size
bed, embracing once more.

I found the tie at the back of her halter top and
untied it. She backed away and allowed it to fall to the floor
in front of her, barring her breasts to me for the first time. I
moaned with lust at their beauty. This was no frustrated
anorexic exercise freak. This was a healthy adult woman who
respected her body enough to take care of it and who also had a
great body to begin with.

Her breasts were perfect. They projected straight out
from her chest without any hint of sag. While obviously well
supported by underlying muscle, they were not the breasts of a
body builder. Her light brown areolae were capped with nipples
which stood out from the surrounding flesh like the tips of small
fingers.

She allowed my inspection to continue for a few
moments, and then, “My turn,” she said, pulling my t-shirt out of
my jeans and over my head. We embraced once more, each gasping
as our flesh met skin to skin for the first time. Her nipples,
hardened with arousal, dug into my flesh like two points of
flame. We kissed again and my hands were all over her back,
stroking, kneading, caressing.

I worked my hands down under the waistband of her
shorts and discovered that she was wearing no panties. I cupped
her ass cheeks, enjoying the firm, yet feminine texture. Her ass
muscles clenched and unclenched as she ground herself against my
erection which was almost painfully trapped inside my jeans.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, I began to kiss her
face lightly and then her neck, gradually moving down to her
upper chest just to the point where her breasts began to slope
outward. She moaned with anticipation. My hands also moved
lower, taking her shorts down with them — but slowly, teasingly.

I began to kiss the upper portion of her breasts,
alternating between each one, careful to avoid her nipples which
looked like they might burst at any second. Meanwhile, my hands
had pushed Lisa’s shorts below her knees and they fell to the
floor. She quickly stepped out of them.

My hands, now free to roam where they would began to
lightly explore everything within reach while my mouth continued
to teasingly caress Lisa’s lovely tits. Her own hands came up
and cupped her swollen globes from underneath, offering the erect
tips for my oral inspection. Not wanting to frustrate her more
than was necessary, I accepted her offer.

Mouth, tongue, light nips with the inscisors, gentle
squeezing from my hands, I worked on her breasts for several
minutes until I felt Lisa take my head in her hands and pull me
back up.

“Enough,” she gasped, her voice husky with her passion,
“I don’t think I can stand up for much longer.”

Stepping backward, she sat on the edge of the bed,
pulling me with her by the front of my jeans. She quickly undid
the belt and then the buttons. Her hands were shaking and she
had some trouble with them, but I decided to let her do it on her
own. She pushed the jeans to my ankles. I stepped out of them.
My erection, barely contained by my shorts, was now right in
front of her face.

Lisa looked up at me and smiled as she worked her
fingers inside the waistband of my jockeys. In another moment
they joined my jeans by the side of the bed. Her hands flew to
my cock, grasping it firmly, squeezing and pumping — seemingly
measuring its length and thickness, testing the firmness of my
maleness.

Precum was oozing from the tip of my cock and she
slowly moved her face toward it. Her tongue came out. She began
to lick the glistning discharge, obviously relishing its salty
taste and slimy texture.

“Beautiful,” she whispered.

Without another word she slipped the head of my cock
into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue busily scrubbing the
sensitive flesh on the underside of my cockhead, then moving all
around to provide a slick coat of saliva.

Still holding the base in one hand, Lisa removed my
cock from her mouth and began licking it all over. Her right
hand squeezed my shaft firmly and rythmicly while her left hand
gently caressed my secret sack.

The combination of her lips, tongue, mouth, and hands
soon had me breathing hard, but I knew that there was no danger
of me ejaculating any time soon just from this, pleasant though
it was. I felt that it was time to move on to other things.
She could suck me off later if she wanted, but first, I wanted a
taste of what was hidden within her jade gate.

I placed my hands on her head and pulled her face up
for a kiss. Her sweet mouth was now flavored by my pre-cum and
the musk which naturally occurs on and near the male genitalia.
We were both breathing rather hard.

“Lisa, you have given me so much in the past few
months, and now here we are, right where you promised we would
be. I want to give you something special. Please lie back on
the bed and relax. And don’t be afraid to tell me what you
want.”

“All right, John,” she smiled as she followed my
instructions, displaying herself provocatively on the large bed.
I took a moment to drink in the sight. She looked so beautiful
laying there, anticipating what I might do next. She had
obviously been getting a little sun, and she must not have had
much for a bikini, judging from the tan lines and the nearly
complete lack of hair at the junction of her thighs. My heart
was in my throat as I crawled up on the bed next to her.

Peformance anxiety? I’ll say. I wanted so much for
this scene to be perfect for her that I almost blew it. Luckily,
I remembered the mental exercises which I had learned in therapy
and quickly regained control of myself, all the while lightly
caressing Lisa’s flawless skin in a seemingly random way. Her
body trembled slightly at my touch and a small moan escaped her
lips as my hands reached the swell of her breasts and lingered
there a moment lightly teasing the swollen buds which crowned
them.

She was moving her legs restlessly, pressing her thighs
together. I caught a whiff of her excitement, the unmistakable
odor of a female in heat. Like the smell of a hot meal to a
starving man the scent drew me, but I resisted. It would be too
easy to just spread her legs and dive in, satisfying my craving
for pussy juice, and probably giving her a good climax as well,
but I wanted this to be more than a few licks and a quick cum for
both of us. This beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman had given me
back my self respect and I wanted to make this special for her.

I leaned over her, a hand on the bed on either side of
her shoulders, and then I kissed her. The kiss started out as a
very gentle oral caress of her lips, my tongue darting, teasing,
probing. Gradually it deepened and I felt her arms encircle my
back, her hands pulling me down until I was laying half on the
bed and half on top of her. It was a long, deep, wet kiss — the
kind Kevin Costner talked about in “Bull Durham” — and it lasted
until we both had to come up for air.

But I didn’t stop kissing her, I just quit kissing her
mouth. My lips and tongue were busy all over her face, giving
her little, quick, light kisses and then moving on to kiss and
lick the soft skin of her lovely neck. I could feel her pulse
throbbing just beneath her skin and I imagined for a moment that
I was a vampire, about to dine on the rich life giving blood
surging through her veins.

I raised up then and gently rolled her over, moving her
hair aside to allow me to attack the soft skin there. Her
breathing and the low cooing and occasional gasps told me I was
on the right track. I’ve never known a woman for which the back
of the neck is not a major league erogenous zone, and kissing or
licking this area has never failed as a foreplay technique, for
me anyway, your mileage may vary.

My hands, which were not idle, blazed a trail across
her perfect skin which my lips and tongue then followed, leaving
their own shining evidence of passage behind them. I rubbed,
kissed, licked, and caressed every square inch of her back and
down her sides, even to those portions of her breasts which were
exposed in this position.

As I approached her buttocks, I saw her spread her legs
slightly, as if in anticipation, but I was still not ready to
quit teasing and so I lightly glided over those splendid mounds
and concentrated on completely covering first one and then the
other leg with kisses from thigh to toe and back again, spending
a particularly long, and for her excruciating, time on the
sensitive skin at the backs of her knees. She had begun to hump
the bed, attempting to obtain some release by grinding her pubic
mound into the matress. Her musk was a rich perfume which
saturated the atmosphere of the room and it seemed to draw me to
its source. I moved my mouth northward, back up the backs of her
thighs and the closer I came to their junction, the wider Lisa
spread her legs, and the more of her powerful scent was released.
This made it difficult to resist simply crawling up between her
legs and shoving my trembling cock deep into her sopping slit. I
was intent, however, on tasting her first, and so I locked down
my control and continued working my lips and tongue up the inside
of first one thigh and then the other, until I had placed wet,
sloppy kisses in the crease on either side of her hot, pulsating
mound.

Each time my mouth contacted her warm, smooth skin, she
let out a little gasp or made a sharp intake of breath. I found
these little sounds incredibly arousing — maybe it was a power
thing, or maybe it was just knowing that she was taking pleasure
from something I had done, but it was a powerful aphrodisiac none
the less.

Her woman scent was strong, and my mouth watered in
anticipation as I held it over the slowly opening lips of her
pussy. My breath washed over her sex as I let it out slowly - - I
then inhaled deeply through my nose, soaking up her powerful
feminine odor, letting it fill my head and draw me in to her
molten center. Her cunt was an opening flower, her clitoris hard
and erect, poking cleanly from its sheath at the apex of her
slit. Both her inner and outer lips were swollen, her juices
glistening on the crenelated surface of her inner lips, and
creating a slick, shiny trail down her crease and coating the
surface of her crinkled brown asshole.

At last, I could resist no longer, and my tongue began
to tenderly probe the delicate folds of her sex. She moaned
loudly at the contact, and I moaned too, at the heat and taste of
her. I was going to make a gormet meal of this beautiful woman’s
pussy, displayed so marvelously before me. But I did have some
table manners, and so I did not just dive in and begin devouring
her like some barbarian savage — though my lust crazed brain was
urging just such a course. The time for devouring would come,
but for now, I was treating this lovely cunny as if it were a
delicate flower, needing special, loving, care.

My tongue lingered on each surface it touched,
carefully tracing the edges of her turgid inner labia, swabbing
gently, yet insistently, on the smooth skin between the major and
minor folds. She tasted wonderful, like no woman I had ever had
before. I carefully avoided her clitoris for the time being,
concentrating on exploring all of the other interesting areas of
her slit first.

She obviously enjoyed what I was doing, and displayed
this enjoyment through the little gasping and yipping sounds she
made as I found a new hot spot with my tongue and lips. She
wanted more, and she reached down and grabbed the backs of her
knees, pulling them up to her chest and then spreading them wide,
opening herself completly to my hungry gaze.

My tongue shot to the bottom of her slit, right up into
her juicy hole gathering her nectar and lapping it into my
waiting mouth. All subtlty was forgotten now as I gorged myself
on Lisa’s beautiful pussy. My hands were under her buttocks now,
pulling her up to my face, not that she wasn’t thrusting there
anyhow, but this way, I was able to control her movements and
maintain contact. My mouth was everywhere in her crotch.
Sucking her large outer lips between my own and lashing them with
my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue across her now distended
clit, working over the top of her mound with my mouth. I
established no pattern in my attack, and so she did not achieve
the rhythm necessary for an orgasm. This was all a little bit of
a tease on my part, but I knew that she would quickly climax once
I really set out to produce one for her, and so I kept up my
onslaught. Looking up, through the V of her slit, I saw Lisa
grasping her tits, squeezing the nipples until I thought they’d
pop right off her chest. She was moaning and thrashing in my
grip.

“Make me cum…please…make me cum, baby…I need it
soooo bad…” she moaned.

Who could ignore a plea like that? I placed the tip of
my tongue directly on her clitoris and began to shake my head
from side to side, just like a dog working on a bone only much
faster. I knew that I couldn’t keep this up too long without
getting extremely dizzy, but I also knew it was just about
guaranteed to produce an explosive orgasm for Lisa. And I was
right on both counts. I was dizzy very quickly, and I heard
Lisa’s low moan turn into a scream as she crashed over the edge
of the orgasmic abyss. Her thighs locked around my head and her
hands pulled my face even tighter to her pussy. She acted like
she wanted to pull my whole head inside of her. I kept my tongue
moving on Lisa’s clit as much as I could and she continued to
climax for a number of minutes.

Finally, she pushed me away.

“Enough,” she gasped, “I can’t take any more.”

I crawled up between her legs, my face right in front
of hers, and kissed her right on the mouth. It was a test of
sorts. Some women don’t mind if you go down on them, as long as
you don’t try to kiss them afterwards (unless you wash your face
and brush your teeth). Lisas was not like this, and her lips
opened under mine, her tongue searching for her own unique flavor
on my mouth. She cleaned my face of her spend, and smiled weakly
up at me, her breath still coming in little, gasping, sobs.

“God, John. No one’s ever done that to me before. Not
like that, anyway.”

I smiled at Lisa. Cunnilingus is my specialty. I like
it better than any other part of sex. Well, almost.

“You’re welcome, Lisa. It was my very great pleasure
to give you that experience.”

I rolled over on my side and Lisa rolled with me so
that we were facing one another. Lisa threw a leg over mine and
pressed her still soaking crotch up against my still hard (and
dripping) cock.

“Hmmmm. What have we here,” she said, grinning at me
and reaching between us to grasp my stiff shaft. “I think he’s
lonely, and needs someplace warm and wet to play in, don’t you?”

She rolled us over the rest of the way so that she was
on top of me. I felt her hands between us again as she
positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her womanhood.
She gave a little push downward with her hips and the head
slipped inside. Then it was one long slide down until she had it
all.

I moaned as I felt myself enveloped in that hot, wet,
grip. The interior of her sex was like a strong hand which
squeezed every square inch of the surface of my cock. She held
me there, her eyes closed as she too was affected by the
sensations of my dick hilted in her moist interior. She pulled
her knees up under her and began a rocking, fucking motion atop
my pulsing penis, grinding her clit into my pubic bone on every
down stroke.

She was in no hurry, having just completed a massive
series of orgasms, and neither was I, lost as I was in the
wonderful feeling of being sheathed inside of Lisa’s beautiful
body.

From this position it was a simple matter for me to
reach up and stroke her breasts, which I did, much to her
delight. My hands busied themselves with her mammaries, toying
with the nipples, squeezing the fleshy globes, finally drawing
her down so that I could reach these graciously formed melons
with my worshiping lips.

With her tits in my face, my hands were free to reach
down and grasp the cheeks of her tight little ass. I just
couldn’t believe that such a beautiful woman was riding my cock.
I felt like all the Christmas mornings I could remember all
rolled into one. I gripped her ass and started lifting her up
and down on my cock, forcing the pace of our fuck, driving my
hips up off the bed to meet her as she slammed down into me. We
were both grunting like animals in the rut. My fingers sought
the crack of her ass and one pressed inward on the wrinkled
rosebud of her back door. She instantly relaxed the powerful
sphincter and my finger sunk inside to the second knuckle.

“Yessss,” she gasped, “play with my ass, baby.”

Her urgings made me hotter than ever and I began to
stroke my finger in and out of her ass in time to the thrusts of
my cock up into her pussy. I could feel my semen boiling in my
balls, moving up and threatening to erupt as my orgasm
approached.

Hers hit first, and I felt her pussy and ass clamp down
around my cock and finger like powerful fists as the first of her
spasms hit her. My own climax was not far behind, and I yelled
out loud as I felt the tip of my cock explode, sending a torent
of my hot cum into the deepest reaches of her cunt. We both rode
out the rest of the storm of sensations and at last she rested
herself on me and we kissed, again, sharing our passion and the
gratitude we felt toward each other for the wonderful sex we had
just shared.

We must have dozed off in that position, because I woke
up a while later with her still perched on top of me. My now
shrunken cock had slipped out of her. My crotch was covered with
the sticky combination of my cum, which had leaked from her, and
her own sweet juices. A shower was in order, and I smiled at the
thought of sharing a shower with Lisa.

I kissed her lightly on the lips, which caused her to
come awake, her eyes slowly adjusting to the sight of me laying
underneath her. She smiled, dreamily, and kissed me back.

“Have a nice nap,” I enquired?

“Mmmm, yes,” she purred.

She rolled off of me and stretched out on the bed.
That sight was almost enough to bring my cock back to full
attention. She looked down at the mess at my crotch and she
began to laugh.

“What a mess you are. Let’s get into the shower and
clean up a little. Then, it’s time to eat…I think we’ll need
the food to keep our energy up, don’t you?”

Her grin conveyed the clear message that it wouldn’t be
very long before we were back in her bedroom again, doing our
impression of mink in heat.