My wife is one of the rare sexually free women on this earth. She loves sex and loves fulfilling my fantasies with a zest for the unique and special. She delivered my first strapon fucking in the wildest of ways and I loved every second. She uncovered my love of panties and makes sure I wear them as much as possible and for sure every date night. She buys me panties and surprises me with a panty party rubbing panties over my entire body just when I am ready. She strokes my cock with panties like a pro.
She taught me that the only purpose for a man’s nipples is sexual pleasure and taught me how to enjoy every second. My wife is so into sex that she seems to have no unfulfilled fantasies. Rather than have fantasies she acts on every idea so much that her fantasies are quickly our realities.
I have a dream sex life. The one thing that has encouraged this attitude in my wife is my feelings that her sexual pleasure and enjoyment always come first. I love for her to orgasm each time we make love so I try my best not to put my cock into her before she has her first orgasm. There are times she says, “I really need your cock in me before I can cum.” In those cases we fuck, but I am extra sure to remain relaxed and work on her satisfaction long before I explode my load into her.
One day my wife, Jessie, and I were at a romantic dinner. She said, “I’ve been thinking about the time I asked Zoey to help me satisfy you and fulfill your fantasy of having two women at the same time. That was a lot of fun, but in a protected way so we are still loyal to each other.”
I said, “That was a fun time. I would never have sex with anyone else so it was interesting to me and highly sexual that you wanted to add Zoey for my satisfaction. I do thank you for that.”
Jessie said, “Well, the one thing I’ve thought about and cannot figure how to do is have sex with two men at the same time. Can you fuck me from behind tonight and fill me with the butt plug at the same time?
I immediately said, “I would love to do that for you. In fact, I’ll warm you up with my finger, use the butt plug and you and if you want I’ll take your strapon cock out of the harness and stretch your ass real good with that.”
Jessie seemed excited. She said, “Great idea. Fuck me like that tonight and tomorrow fuck my ass and use the dildo on my pussy. I’ll see which I like best.”
We did as planned. I never heard Jessie scream so loud. She was on fire and wanted more and more cock. I gauge her satisfaction by the number of orgasms. As far as I could tell, she was in heaven with more satisfaction than ever.
We went back to fucking any way and every way we could. We had the shower retiled and used that as an occasion to fuck in the new super clean shower. There’s a lot to be happy about when your wife sucks your cock with the shower running over both of you.
About six weeks later, Jessie and I were out at that same romantic restaurant at the same table. She pulled a small gift bag out of her purse and said, “Go put these new panties on and put the ones you are wearing in your pocket. When you get back, give the pair you are wearing to me and I’ll put them in my purse.”
I walked to the restroom and opened the bag to find a beautiful hot pink pair of panties with white hearts on them. The waste and legs had white lace trim. They fit perfectly. Jessie has been buying me panties for a while.
I returned to the table and tried to pass the panties under the table. She said, “Hand them to me over the table. I’m proud you wear panties and proud that I can buy them for you.” She opened her purse on the table and placed the panties inside.
She said, “How do the panties feel?”
I said, “Jessie you amaze me. I was a little tired from a long week at work. Right now I am so ready for some wild and crazy sex.”
She said, “I love that and I’m going to give you wild and crazy sex. I’ve been reading a few things and you are going to have a great time tonight.”
Then my wife said, “Jason, I want to ask you something. A while back you fucked me in the ass and used a dildo on my pussy. Then the next night you switched and fucked my pussy and used the dildo on my ass. That was great and I appreciate it. I’m a little embarrassed to ask this, but as good as that was I’m not satisfied and still think about sex with you and another man. Is that weird?”
I said, “It’s not weird, but I have to think about this a lot. If we can find the right guy, we have to know he is clean somehow. HIV AIDS is still a reality. Neither of us wants that.”
We continued with dinner and then I said, “Hey wait a minute. What about Zoey’s husband? She would have to agree after her sex filled weekend with us.”
Jessie said, “I thought of that, too. Honestly, he’s out of shape and our age. If I decide to do this I prefer a young stud who can really fuck me all night long in between sessions with you.”
I said, “Give me the details if you could have your fantasy fulfilled.”
Jessie went on the admit she was embarrassed to give me details, but if her fantasy was fulfilled the second guy would be between 25 and 30, very fit with a washboard stomach and sexually mature so he could control his desire to cum and fuck for extended periods. Her final comment was, “When we first met we could fuck all day or all night. Remember the racquetball tournament where we borrowed a friend’s apartment? We fucked for hours and you had five loads of cum. Our sex now is great, but my fantasy is one last chance to fuck you plus a young stud that can get hard over and over.”
My response was, “Jessie, you do so much for me sexually. I have always wanted to do something for you sexually, but you always seem to be enjoying yourself more than anyone I know. Now that I know you have this fantasy, I want to fulfill it. Give me some time to make sure this is special for you. I will make this happen; it just might take some time.”
We went home that night and Jessie was crazy sexually. She couldn’t suck and fuck enough. After one of our longest sessions ever we were cuddling and she said, “I guess it’s more than a girl could ask, but if this works perfectly, I want the young stud that joins us to enjoy wearing panties just like you. In fact, I want to go to VS as a threesome and buy matching panties just like we did with Zoey.”
My simple reply was, “Give me some time. You know this is important to me now and I will do my best.
It seemed like the thoughts Jessie’s fantasy consumed my every moment. Weeks went by and I could not figure out how to make this work so we had the especial time this could become. I thought about how perfect it was when my wife invited her friend Zoey to join us when she visited for a three day weekend from Ohio.
I train for and compete in triathlons. Staying fit and eating right are two ways Jessie and I can hope to have an active sex life long into retirement. Then it dawned on me. A young man named Zach, visits once a while in the spring. He had not visited for three years. He works in DC. He is 28 years old.
I taught Zach in college eight years ago. He traveled on a Study Abroad with my wife and me. We are friends now as adults. He knows my wife well. He knows we are physically active. He had a reputation as a college student as a skilled lover. He had lots of girls. On the 30 day Study Abroad he never used his room. He was always in one girl’s room, Liz. He and Liz were constantly fucking. He even asked Jessie, my wife the registered nurse for the trip, about a bladder problem. She listened and suggested it might be sexually related. She asked, “Are you extremely active sexually right now?” He admitted to sex at least once a day and sometimes twice a day with no days off for the entire trip. Her suggestion was he take a day or two off to rest his prostate and the rest of his equipment. Jessie and I laugh about that a lot when we think about that trip.
Now the question is, “How do I discuss this with him and openly ask him to join my wife and me in a threesome and fuck my wife silly for a weekend.”
That day I called Zach to say hi and see how things were going. He was not married, but had a steady girl friend. He was training for the spring triathlon season. He was considering racing in our city, but had not made his final decision.
I said, “Jessie and I would love to see you. Think about racing down here. It’s one of the best races in the USA.”
Two weeks later he called and said, “I’ve registered for your race. I’m coming down on Thursday afternoon, racing Sunday and coming home Monday. I’m looking forward to an extra long weekend in Florida.”
I said, “This is going to be a great weekend. I’ll call you in a couple days. I have something you might be able to help me with while you are visiting.”
I shocked myself that I had actually set the scene for the discussion. Now I had to call him in a few days and give him the details of a weekend he could never have dreamed of before, my wife’s fantasy weekend.
The several days until I called seemed to drag on forever. I’m a respected university professor. Zach’s a friend and an adult, but what if he thinks this is crazy and refuses. This could be embarrassing, but at least it would be on the phone, not in person. I decided to Skype Zach so I could see his reaction for myself.
The day came. I had emailed Zach to expect my call mid-morning and be at his computer. He indicated he would be home that day and have his computer turned on. I dialed him on Skype and he answered. He looked in good shape. He was excited to come visit us in sunny Florida.
Then I said, “Zach, this is real uncomfortable for me. We are friends, even though I’m almost 40 years older than you. I’m not sure how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. Please listen until I’m done and don’t prejudge anything.”
He said, “What’s up. You have me on the edge of my seat.”
I said, “You know Jessie well. We’ve traveled together, had dinner together. You may not realize that we have an active sex life, maybe an overactive sex life. We role play, try to fulfill reach other’s fantasies and very loyal to each other. We have a philosophy that anything goes as long as it’s just between us.”
Zach said, “I’m not sure what this has to do with me and racing in your city, but I’m listening.”
I continued, “A year or so ago my wife’s best friend was visiting for the weekend. Jessie wanted to give me a threesome. I agreed and the three of us had a bucket list weekend. It was all very innocent and did not break our loyalty and trust of each other. It was a lot of fun and pleasure.”
Zach said, “I listening.”
I said, “To be very blunt, my wife wants to be fucked by me and another man at the same time. She wants someone very fit and sexually mature like you. She wants to be fucked by both of us at the same time plus when one of us is resting she wants to fuck the other. She wants her ass and pussy pounded all night long for the weekend. She knows you and I’m wondering if you would feel comfortable joining us for just one weekend and never again.”
Zach said, “Wow, I am a little shocked. I never thought the two of you acted your age. You seem to be much younger than you are. You seem to be very much in love and respect each other a lot. This is just such a big surprise.”
I said, “I apologize if you aren’t interested. Now I feel bad I told you all of this.”
Zach said, “Wait a minute. Please don’t get the idea I’m not interested. I am definitely interested. I realize you and your wife are over twice my age, but I have always thought your wife was very hot. She has an intriguing look. I wondered what she was like in bed. To be very honest, I’ve thought about fucking her. I’m definitely eager to help your wife and you out for the weekend. What do you want from me to fulfill her fantasy completely?”
I said, “Well after all the things I’ve said there is one more thing.”
Zach said, “I can’t wait. Tell me what it is and you can count on me. I am so excited to enjoy my first threesome with good friends.”
I said, “Well, my wife and I both enjoy wearing panties. It’s our little secret. She has asked that you wear panties for the weekend. Is that OK with you or too weird?”
Zach was very calm in his response. He said, “This is very weird, very weird. A few months ago my girlfriend was rubbing her panties all over me. Then to my surprise she asked me to try on her panties. I did. They were a little small. I felt silly when she asked, but when I put them on my cock got much harder. Nothing ever happened again with panties, but I am intrigued by the idea. I do not own any panties. Do I need to go buy some?
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was turning into the perfect fantasy for Jessie. I replied to Zach, “No need to buy anything. Jessie wants to buy everything for you that first night.”
I ended the call by saying, “You do not have to prepare anything. Jessie, you and me will openly talk about this when you arrive. After a drink or two she will not be shy about telling you exactly what she wants sexually. She will get her bucket list weekend and maybe you will too.”
I decided not to tell Jessie that Zach was going to help me fulfill her fantasy. I told Zach that the plan was for me to give Jessie a sensual massage on the Thursday night that he arrives. He could say he was tired and go to his room early. I’d start the sensual massage and he can walk in the room to join us. The weekend will be off to a surprising start and Jessie can ask for certain things the second two days.
I did ask Zach to leave Jessie’s ass alone that first night unless she asked for an ass fucking. I felt it would be too much for three days of getting her ass stretched and he should save that until she asks for it the second or third day.
The weekend arrived and both Jessie and I picked Zach up at the airport around 4:30. We stopped for a drink and dinner at our favorite beach restaurant. When we got home we talked and caught up on our lives over the last few years and Zach said he was tired and wanted to rest up to the race this weekend. He went to the guest room.
I said to Jessie, “Can I give you a massage? I’d love to oil you up and help you relax.”
She jumped up and said, “Just what the doctor ordered. Let’s go.”
I turned our lights off in the bedroom and lit a dozen candles around the room. I lit incense. I played sensual music. Jessie was very relaxed. She was lying on her stomach only wearing sexy panties at my request. I was straddling her hips and massaging her back and shoulders.
We were 15 or 20 minutes into the massage and Zach quietly walked in wearing nothing at all. I got off Jessie’s hips and stood beside the bed working her low back. As soon as he got next to me Zach started massaging Jessie’s thighs. She jumped at the feeling of a second set of hands. She sat up in bed with her beautiful 36D tits glowing. Zach was standing there with a semi hard dick that was getting bigger and harder by the second.
I said, “Relax Jessie, Zach is my gift to you for the weekend.”
Jessie said, “Oh my gosh, Zach you are so fit and your cock is so big. I never expected this.”
Zach said, “Jessie, getting to fuck you is a dream come true for me. Every since our Study Abroad I’ve wanted to fuck you so bad. I was so excited when Jason called me. I hope you enjoy this special weekend, but I can tell you for sure you are not the only one who is getting a gift. This is my dream as well. You are so erotic, sexy and sensual.”
I thought to myself, Zach is really making this a special weekend. Jessie has to be floating on a cloud.
Then Zach said, “Let Jason and I massage you and you tell us what you want. Let’s not get to crazy tonight. Let’s let the tension and anticipation build for the tomorrow and the next night.”
The interesting thing was Zach was leading the activity. For the first time Jessie was not leading. She was being told what to do in a very sensual way. Zach was real good at this. His reputation as a lover was well deserved.
I put some pillows up against the headboard and sat down instructing Jessie to sit in front of me. I started massaging Jessie’s back and neck and reached around to take special care of her nipples. Zach started on her feet, then calves and then thighs. As I reach around to massage Jessie’s nipples Zach started on Jessie’s pussy. He went very slow and was sure not to touch Jessie’s clit. After a long 15 minutes he asked Jessie if he could use his mouth on her. She said, “Please do. This is amazing, but I need to orgasm before I explode.”
Zach started on Jessie very slowly. She was moaning in seconds. I felt her body go rigid and heard her say. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Oh my god, I love it. Fuck, Fuck.”
Then she said to both of us. “Please don’t stop massaging my tits or eating my pussy. I can cum again quickly. Just don’t tongue my clit directly. Stay on the edges.”
We both did as requested. I can’t remember Jessie ever cumming so hard. She was going crazy. Finally, Zach said, “Let both Jason and I fuck you a little and think a lot about the rest of the weekend. This is going to be more than you can take Jessie, so be ready for the next two days.”
Jessie positioned herself between us on her knees while we stood up. She sucked one of use while she stroked the other, alternating back and forth. Then she said, “I really need some cock in me, who is first.”
I said, “Let me fuck you and then Zach.”
Jessie said, “I want both of you so give me some cock, please.”
I started fucking Jessie and she was on fire. She was talking dirty saying things like, “Fuck me baby, fuck me hard. Cum in me so you can watch me get fucked by Zach. Pound my pussy, Give me a hard fucking. I want all the cock you can give me as deep as you can fuck me.”
Jessie was so wild I had a big cum load relatively quickly. She immediately said, “Come on Zach, your turn. Fuck me from behind on all fours. Fuck me like a dog. Don’t try to last too long. That’s the next two days. Just give me that big cock and explode a big load in me.”
Jessie got on all fours on the floor next to the bed. Zach started out kneeling. Zach was using the same technique I love to use. He thrusted into Jessie real slow three or four times and then rammed her a couple times, alternating between slow and fast.”
Jessie was loving it. Then she said, “Common big boy work that pussy for me. Give me that big cock of yours until it explodes.”
Zach got off of his knees and squatted behind Jessie. This allowed him to really thrust long and hard. Jessie said, “That’s it big boy, fuck that pussy. Do you job of taking good care of my pussy.”
Zach exploded a load of cum and was screaming, “Is this what you want. Take my cum in your pussy tonight. You better be ready for tomorrow because your ass is going to be dripping my cum all night.”
When Jessie and Zach finished they got up on the bed. The three of us cuddled. Jessie said, “Thank you Jason for the surprise and some great fucking. Thank you Zach for a big cock and a talented tongue. I appreciate both of you so much. Let’s get some sleep and tomorrow we can plan our threesome for the most pleasure ever.”
Zach said, “Don’t thank me. I’m getting my fantasy. I wanted to fuck you for so long and it was worth it. I’m going to my room to sleep. Tomorrow night I do not plan to sleep at all. I plan to fuck all night. I hope both of you are ready.”
Jessie said, “We are. You can count on it. Tomorrow afternoon we are going to Victoria Secret. I want to see that big cock and nice ass of yours in pretty panties.”
Zach said, “I’m here for your pleasure, but again that’s another fantasy fulfilled for me. I love panties and want to start wearing them. Honestly, I’d rather wear your panties, but I’m happy to buy new pairs as well. Tomorrow night is going to be so much pleasure, Good night.”
Zach woke up the next morning and walked into the kitchen. Jessie was waiting to cook him some breakfast. I was sitting in the kitchen drinking a Monster drink. As soon as Zach walked into the kitchen Jessie walked up to him, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Thank you so much for being here. I have something for you.”
She took his hand and walked him to bedroom. I followed. She had already placed all of her date night panties on the bed. She said, “Pick any pair you want to wear today. You can keep them and take them home to remember this weekend. The three of us are going to VS this afternoon and I’m picking out matching panties for you, me and Jason for tonight.”
Jason picked a silky leopard pair with black lace trim. I said, “Excellent choice, my favorite is leopard or pink.”
The three of us had breakfast and Jessie said, “Do you guys mind if I put on my favorite porno DVD that has a few three way scenes. I want to show you the easy way that one of you can fuck my ass and the other can fuck my pussy, all at the same time. Go put on your panties and join me.”
Zach and I eagerly agreed. It’s hard for any man to watch porno without getting hard, especially wearing panties and in a few seconds we were both hard. Jessie pointed out how she could ride one of us in a chair or the side of the bed while the other one fucked her ass standing up. She showed us a couple other things.
She reminded us that once either of us fucked her ass her pussy was off limits until we were thoroughly clean. We all agreed, but both Zach and I were squirming in our seats and playing with ourselves in our panties. That always feels so good. I do it in front of my wife regularly.
She was all into the DVD and when she turned to talk to us about getting fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time she noticed us both playing with our cocks. She said, “Well it looks like my men in panties need some attention. Jason, enjoy yourself, but please don’t cum. Save yourself for tonight. Zach, I’m going to make sure you cum right now.”
Jessie positioned us so she could stroke both of us. She stopped for a minute and went to get some lube. She lubed both of us up and stroked some more. I felt myself getting too close to cumming so I told Jessie. She said, “Do you mind if I take Zach into the bedroom?’
I said, “Not at all. That’s why he is here because he can have almost unlimited erections. Go enjoy yourselves. I’ll clean up the kitchen and take a shower.”
I cleaned up the kitchen and walked through the bedroom to get to the shower. Jessie was riding Zach cowgirl style and really bouncing on his cock. I walked over and kissed her tits. I said, “Can I get the vibrator out and help you some?”
She said, “I love you. Thanks get the vibrator while Zach is as hard as a rock.”
I got the vibrator. I used it on her. She took it from me and said, “Suck my nipples.” I did and she had a couple orgasms.
I went to the shower and said, “You two take all the time you want. It’s your weekend.”
I heard a few of my wife’s screams while in the shower. This was a great weekend for sure. I got out of the shower and Zach was on the bed next to Jessie. They were talking about what they liked the best in sex and how they could incorporate those things tonight. Zach was the perfect person to fulfill Jessie’s fantasy.
We were off to VS. It was fun. We decided on an early dinner and VS before dinner so we would be home early and start night two of Jessie’s fantasy. The three of us shopping together must have been entertaining for the clerks. We are in the store weekly after dinner on Friday. They know us and remember the time we shopped with Zoey for three matching panties. Now we were buying three panties for two guys and my wife. It must be a lot of fun to work at VS.
Zach asked if we minded if we bought two sets of matching panties; one for tonight and one for Saturday. Jessie and I said in unison, “Sure, we’d love that”.
We bought a black pair with black trim and a purple pair with coral trim. Both were mostly silk.
We ate dinner and of course the conversation was about sex. We had wine. I offered to have just one glass and be the designated driver. None of us needed wine or anything else to take the sex to peak level. Zach was doing an amazing job of flirting and teasing Jessie. She was in heaven. All three of us were ready and charged up for the pleasure. Jessie finally said when we got to the car, “I’m going to really enjoy myself for the next two days. Last night and this morning were just a little taste of the pleasure to come. Please be gentile on me, but I really want to be fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time and not just for a few seconds. I want it all night or as long as you guys can stay hard.”
Then she said, “Let’s stop at the adult store and pick up some sexual activity wipes. Maybe if we wipe your dicks clean we can go from my pussy to my ass and back. At least that’s what my Internet research says. The wipes are called “Love Wipes” made especially for this occasion. I’d rather not go back and forth, but let’s be prepared.”
Zach and I agreed it was Jessie’s night and she could direct us. We also agreed not to cum unless Jessie gave us permission. The last thing we wanted was Jessie eager for more and two soft dicks.
We arrived home and I suggested we get into our black panties and meet in the living room. I opened the VS bag and gave Zach his panties and took Jessie’s and mine. Jessie and I went to the bedroom. I slipped on my black panties. I went over, hugged Jessie and said, “I want this for you and much as you want this for yourself. Don’t worry about me. Enjoy this fantasy to the fullest.”
Jessie said, “Thanks Jason. Remember, I love you and you are a talented lover who takes good care of me. After this weekend you are the only one I will ever fuck the rest of my life.”
Then she added, “Get the toys, lubes and lotions out and lay them out around the edges of the bed. Let’s start out in the living room and move around the house before we come to the bedroom.”
My cock was already rock hard and stretching my panties. Jessie placed on hand on my ass and one on my cock and said, “It looks like you are enjoying yourself.”
I said, “I am really enjoying this. It is a lot of fun. Maybe after things go well tonight you can strapon fuck me tomorrow night while Zach fucks you in the ass.”
Jessie said, “I can’t believe you said that. I was thinking the exact same thing.”
We walked into the living room and even I had to admire Zach’s trim body. His cock was stretching the front of his panties to the breaking point. His washboard stomach and well toned body looked good. I’m sure Jessie loved what she saw. She approached Zach and gave him a long open-mouthed kiss while she stroked his panty covered cock. Then she turned to me and did the same thing. She said, “Let the fun begin.”
She asked me to get behind her and lightly stroke her body while she did the same to Zach. She said, “Jason, I love your cock more than anything in this world. You are my cock master. Please don’t be offended if I tell Zach his cock is so big and so thick. It is the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen and I want to suck it.”
She got on her knees, pulled Zach’s monster size cock out of his pantie leg and started sucking. She was stroking my cock in my panties and rubbing my ass, too. She asked Jason to lie down on his side. She laid next to him sucked his cock and instructed me to also lie down and eat her pussy. This was nice. I didn’t stop at her pussy. I tongued her ass and once it was wet with spit I worked my finger in her ass. Jessie was moaning. I went back to her pussy to give her an orgasm. I kept m finger in her ass and as she relaxed her ass I out in two. I stayed away from direct clit stimulation. Sometimes Jessie is just too sensitive on her clit and staying around the edges puts her over the top. She had an orgasm and as usual said, “Don’t stop I can have another right away.” All of this time she was still sucking Zach’s cock, but I noticed she was also fingering his ass. He was squirming around like a little kid. I heard Zach start to moan and then I heard, “Oh my, oh my, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” Jessie pulled her head away enough to say, “Give me a mouth full Zach.” and went right back down and sucked every drop of cum out of him.
Zach apologized to Jessie. He said, “I’m sorry to cum without your permission Jessie, but that is the best head I have ever had and no woman has ever played with my ass hole. That was a lot of pleasure. I promise, I’ll be hard again soon.”
Jessie said, “I’m glad you enjoyed my mouth. My ass and pussy are much better. Don’t worry about cumming. I have Jason’s hard cock to enjoy.”
Jessie pushed me on my back and climbed on my cock. She said, “Now this is the high quality cock I love.”
She rode me for a while and I noticed Jason stroke himself. So did Jessie. She said, “Now that’s a quick recovery. Time for what I’ve been waiting years to have, two cocks in my at once. Jason you take my ass. Zach you take my pussy because I expect to get fucked a lot more before this night is over.
Jessie positioned Zach on the edge of the couch and slid down on his cock.. She said, “I love having two cocks to choose from. Thanks you so much guys.”
Then she smacked her ass and said to me, “Use lots of lube and give me my favorite cock in my ass. Stretch my ass out real good.”
I lubed her ass and used my finger on her again. She was loose and ready for my cock. I got behind her with my legs inside Zach’s and slowly played with her ass opening with the head of my cock. Jessie said, “That feels so good. I can’t wait to have you in my ass, baby. You are giving me my fantasy and you will be repaid over and over.”
I pushed the head of my cock into her. I was surprised how open and ready she was. There was no strain or pain at all for Jessie. She said, “God, I love this feeling. Please boys go slow and do not cum. Please do not cum.”
Zach let Jessie control the pace. I was very slow with my strokes. It felt sooooo good. Eventually, after about fifteen minutes Jessie said, “Let’s stop and move to the bedroom.”
We moved to the bedroom. Jessie said to me, “Let your cock rest. Use your tongue anyway you can. I want to fuck Zach real good before I take both of you again.”
Jessie pushed Zach onto the bed aggressively and climbed onto his cock. This time there was nothing slow and calm about it. She rode him, moved her hips and basically pounded him like no woman had ever before. Eventually, she turned from riding him face to face and asked me to give her some lube. I put lube in her hand and she put it all over Zach’s ass hole. She worked her fingers into him while she wildly moved her hips and pussy on his cock. She whispered to me, “Get the butt plug.”
I had all of the toys out. I lubed it up real good and handed it to her. She started playing around his ass hole with the plug and Zach said, “What are you doing?”
Jessie said, “Relax and let a real woman take care of your pleasure.”
She slowly worked the butt plug into his ass. Then she shoved it in to the base. Zach gasped. Jessie said, “Get ready for a pleasure filled ride. Your ass and cock are going to get a real treat. “
Jessie stroked his ass in and out like she was fucking him. At the same time she moved her hips up and down, front and back, side to side. It wasn’t long and Zach was screaming. “I love this. My god this is amazing. Fuck me Jessie. Fuck me baby. Take care of me. Oh my god I’m cumming. Jessie, Jessie, Jessie.”
She looked at me and said, “I love virgin ass holes. Can I have your hard cock in my ass while Zach rest and reloads?”
Jessie stood at the side of the bed while Zach laid in it. She put her elbows on the bed and her ass in the air. I took care to put more lube on her ass and slowly entered her. She said, “Now that’s a cock that I love. Take care of me Jason while Zach recovers from his first ass pleasure.”
I was slowing stroking Jessie’s ass. She asked Zach to scoot closer to her. She put a lot of lube on his cock and was slowly playing with it. He took a few extra minutes and said, “I feel like I’ll be hard pretty soon, especially with our loving touch. That was amazing. No one has ever touched my ass and I can’t believe how good it feels.”
Jessie said, “If you are a good boy and stay hard most of the night I’ll let you watch me fuck Jason tomorrow with a big black strapon cock and you can decide if you want me to break your ass cherry before you go home. Right now get hard again. I need two cocks in me again.”
Zach being a young man was hard again. He was working on his third load and finding out that a mature woman has a lot to teach a young man. He seemed to love everything. Jessie was teaching some new things and he would never be the same.
Zach said, “Jessie you are a dream come true. Jason is so lucky to have you. I promise I will do my best to keep my cock hard for you, but I have to admit I have never had a woman like you. I will not be easy, but I will do my best.”
It was only seconds and Jessie had two cocks in her again. She was moaning and said, “This is so good. Your two cocks were meant for me. Keep it slow for now. I don’t want either of you to cum right now.”
Then Jessie said, “Jason, I want you to cum before too long. Do you want to cum in my ass?”
I said, “It would be great if I could cum and the three of us could take a short break for a glass of wine. Even if I can’t get hard I always have a tongue.”
Jessie said, “You also have an ass I love to fuck, but I’m saving that until tomorrow.”
Then Jessie added, “Jason, you can be aggressive as you want with my ass. I want you to cum and enjoy yourself. I plan to fuck my young stud most of the night.”
I said, “Talk dirty to me baby and I’ll fill your ass with cum.”
Jessie said, “Come on panty husband, give me thick cock. Smack our pretty panties against my ass. I can feel the head of your cock going in and out of my ass. You are so thick you are stretching me real good. Can you feel Zach’s cock in my pussy when you stroke my ass? Are you going to cum in my ass hole or pull out and cum all over my ass cheeks?”
I said, “I want you to feel me cum inside your ass. Then I want to see my cum drip out of your ass hole. I want to lick my sticky hot cum off of your ass cheeks. Here it comes. It’s a big load. Oh baby I love it. Jessie I love it. I love cumming. I love you.”
With that I shot a big load in Jessie’s ass. Then I said, “Zach it’s your turn. Take care of my girl.”
Zach said, “I’ll try, but I’ll be honest. I have never had sex with such a wild energized woman. I thought I could last all night, but as good as this is I’m not sure.”
Jessie said, “Both of you have already been more than I dreamed of. I want to finish one more good session with Zach and get some sleep. I want all three of us in this king bed so if I wake up and Zach is hard I can jump on his cock. Right now, let me enjoy my boy toy and his big cock one more time.”
Zach did his best and lasted another 30 minutes. We had been fucking for five hours. We all slept together. The smell of sex was all over the bedroom. Before we fell asleep Zach said to me, “I don’t know how you do it. Jessie is so good at sex. You are so lucky to have the best woman in the world.”
I said, “Get some rest. We have another day ahead of us. You can be sure Jessie and I will be ready.”
The three of us all slept in the king size bed. I cuddled Jessie most of the night. She did wake up a couple times and moved the covers to see if Zach’s dick was hard. It wasn’t so she went back to sleep.
I woke up early and went to the kitchen to start the coffee pot. I went back to bed and said to Jessie, “Why don’t you wake Zach up by sucking his cock?”
She said, “Great idea, but I’m going to use the bathroom and brush my teeth first. I’m sure I’ll get fucked if I suck him off.”
I said, “I’m going to leave you alone and head to the kitchen. Enjoy yourself.”
It wasn’t long and I could hear the noise coming from the bedroom. I stood in the doorway and could see Jessie riding Zach again. Jessie said, “Come on boy toy, let’s start the day right with a big load of cum. Anytime you want to get on top, just say so.”
Jessie was pounding her pussy down on Zach. Finally, I heard Zach say, “Roll off and get on all fours so I can fuck you real good.”
Jessie did. While Zach fucked Jessie she used the vibrator on her clit. It wasn’t long and they both were screaming, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”
When they were finished I said, “I have breakfast ready. You must be hungry.”
We walked to the kitchen. We ate as a threesome. Zach admitted he had never had such enjoyable sex and never thought sex was that wild and crazy. He thought Jessie was a sex goddess and wanted someone like her for himself.
We both suggested that if he finds any girl that likes to fuck communication can bring out the wild side. All you have to do it talk about what you want. Stay loyal, respectful and focused on your partner’s pleasure first and everything grows over time. I suggested there aren’t many Jessie’s in this world, but there is a chance that the one you love can enjoy sex and experimentation just as much.
Jessie excused herself to go take a shower, but before she did she told us that no one was permitted to get dressed that day unless we left the house. The uniform of the day was the other set of matching panties.
Zach and I remained at the table to talk while Jessie was gone. He thanked me over and over for trusting him to be part of the weekend. He said he was learning a lot more than he was giving.
Finally Jessie walked out wearing her new panties and her black strapon cock. She said, “I want to thank both of you for making my dream come true last night. I have more plans for tonight. I want another session of my ass and pussy fucked at the same time. I also want to have both of your cocks in my pussy at the same time. That’s a form of double penetration or DP I want to try before this weekend ends. Finally, I’m going to fuck both of you. Jason loves it so that’s nothing new to him. It was very obvious last night that Zach has a virgin ass and I want to bust his cherry. He’s getting fucked by me as well. We can add some fun like me fucking Zach while Jason fucks me from behind.”
Zach’s eyes got real big. He said, “Well no one has ever touched my ass before last night. I was surprised how much I enjoyed the ass play Jessie gave me so I guess I can give the strapon a try if you promise to be gentle.”
Jessie said she would show Zach how it works with Jason and he could be second. She said, “I’ve fucked Jason in some very unusual circumstances and he loved each and every time. As the day moves on let’s go to the beach and we’ll tell you the stories.”
We enjoyed a beautiful day at the beach. We agreed to get takeout food and eat at home in panties. The day at the beach was filled with talk of sex, some of the night before and some of sexual adventures we have enjoyed. We were all eager to enjoy the evening with Zach both nervous and excited.
We got home and enjoyed some food and wine in panties. Zach commented how much he loved wearing panties and was hoping his girlfriend loved him in panties the same as we did.
I took a Viagra to help me last longer and stay harder. I wanted Jessie to get everything she wanted and I wanted to be as hard as possible for as long as possible.
As soon as everyone was done eating we moved to the living room. Jessie said, “The first thing I want is two cocks in my pussy at the same time. Zach you lay on the bed with your balls hanging over the edge of the bed. I’ll ride you and you spread your legs. Jason can come up behind me with a well lubed cock and stick it in my pussy. Sometimes this is hard to do, but I know the three of us can do it. Zach and I will lie still and Jason can thrust. If we all move one of your cocks will fall out. Let’s get going I am so wet talking about this.”
R&R are a couple I know, Rob and Rayna. They found me through my profile on a dating site. They reached out by sending a private message along with lots of their pictures. I liked their pictures and their brutally honest bio. I found it spoke volumes about them. They were sincere, sweet and totally straightforward. They didn’t tell me I should go out or meet up with them. They didn’t brag about being a Ken or Barbie type and they didn’t brag about their conquests. They thanked me for sharing my pictures, told me what they like and offered to talk more to see if I was interested in meeting up. I never felt any pressure about anything through my interactions with them.
I also found Rob and Rayna to be naturally sexy. They are physically fit and she has soft feminine curves in all the right places. He is hung and ripped. Its not only about having great faces and great bodies, but confidence turns me on. I could tell from pictures of them at a nude beach, they have zero hang-ups about themselves and they are happy, healthy people. They have what I like to be around.
I am often extremely cautious but my gut told me to give a little of myself to R&R, to see how they handled it. Rob and Rayna were immediately responsive but not pushy. I quickly learned from them they started swinging and swapping lovers together at a very young age and have a seasoned cache of lifestyle friends under their belt. They had a good amount of certifications on their profile too; people who credited them with authenticity.
They told me they were laid back but I saw that for myself the more and more I talked with them. I eventually gave them my number and they extended an invitation for getting together after some chatting to find out what I like. I told them I like the water and the outdoors. On a Tuesday, They invited me to the beach with them for the following Saturday. I accepted their offer because I didn’t want to waste time with too much talk. If they were as cool as they seemed, I wanted to find out for myself. There was interest on both ends and so a plan was quickly discussed and put in place. I found them to be as direct as me and so easy-going.
I normally wouldn’t commit to an entire day with a couple (or a single) for a first date but it was made perfectly clear there weren’t any expectations to play. I didn’t even feel as if there would be. Plus, they were flexible on the time frame of the day too. I flat out told them my period was rapidly approaching and they still wanted to hang out and get to know me. They just liked how upfront I am and I liked the same quality about them.
I’m not normally a beach-goer because I have super fair skin and burn easily. Also, I loathe a lot of driving which it takes to get to the beach from me but I love the sand and the water. I wanted to let Rob and Rayna include me in their experience and they assured me they’d do everything to make me comfortable, including bringing an umbrella to shade me. They offered to pick me up on their way to the beach and drive. I excitedly accepted. They informed me we were going to a nude beach but assured me we could leave any time I wanted to. At my own cognizance, I decided I didn’t have to undress unless I wanted to either. I would play it by ear and do what I felt was comfortable. I had my two-piece set out for the day and planned on wearing it until I felt like revealing more. I’ve never been bothered by nudity. Bodies are just bodies.
I also wasn’t worried about receiving unwanted attention because there’s no need for me to deal with that. Most people I hope are respectful, and I wasn’t going to the beach to hook up. Anything beyond that, I ignore all unwanted approaches and they end up going away on their own. What’s more, Rob is a cop and Rayna has been going to this beach for over 12 years. A beautiful woman as she is could show me how she handles herself in that environment if it was necessary to. As the day would prove, a defensive attitude wasn’t necessary at all.
Rob and Rayna picked me up on time at a neutral place close to me in the spot we arranged. With their advice on what to pack beforehand, I was ready to go. We left on time. It was a very pleasant car ride and the weather was gorgeous. Rob drove Rayna’s Range Rover. They sat in the front and I was in the back seat. During the ride, we talked about work, life and future plans and we talked about some of our lifestyle experiences. Their ideas of fun seemed similar to mine. Low key and intimate. Like me, they prefer a house party rather than a dance club.
Interestingly, Rob also said that they almost didn’t message me initially because they thought I probably already get overly approached. I told them I do get hit on a lot but I weed out the phonies almost immediately and that I was glad they changed their minds. He said he couldn’t resist after seeing my beautiful pictures and noticing my sense of fun.
We stopped once for ice and snacks on the way at a little store near the beach and got back into the car. We arrived at the beach entrance around 10 am. Rob dropped me and Rayna off while he went to park in the lot and meet us soon after. As I walked the long beach entrance with Rayna, I quickly adjusted to the full on nudity. There were not attractive bodies left and right but there were a lot of people. Once the adjustment set in, I was able to see past the nudity. I became more aware of looking into faces and dispositions. They were friendly and there was nothing to hide. People were there to be free to enjoy the sun and sand and tan their bodies without tan lines. It wasn’t a sexual environment it was just liberated from clothing it was relaxing.
Rayna found a group of people she knew and immediately introduced me. Rob came to help set up a couple of minutes after us. I watched as they unloaded their buggy and unpacked in a specific, ritualistic way and then we all began to settle in. I felt happy and excited to get to know my new company more. I was sure they had a ton of questions for me, but they were so sweet and careful not to inundate me with questions on the way over. I appreciated all the restraint they must have used on themselves. I could tell off the bat they were very interested but we would naturally get to know each other better over time and as topics came up. There was flirting, between us but it never went too far until I wanted it to. A little tease here and there was enough between the three of us on the beach.
After Rob posted the umbrella in the spot Rayna picked and the chairs were set out, and the towels laid down we all started to relax. Rayna stripped completely and I tried not to stare at her naturally full and perky breasts. Her pussy was shaved bare. I took off my sundress to reveal a white sequined bikini and I sprayed myself with sunblock. When I finished, Rob asked me to rub lotion on his back. I purposely massaged him a little and when I was done, he pulled off his shorts. I told him I wasn’t going to do his butt! He laughed and we all sat down in our chairs. The arm of his chair blocked my view of his privates and I was a little disappointed but not worried. I still got an eyeful of Rayna as she massaged sunblock onto her breasts and nipples. I got even more of an eyeful when she bent down in front of the cooler and she completely exposed her pussy to me. I saw the hint of a clit hood piercing, which I’ve been wanting to do for myself. She turned back around to sit in her chair and she smiled coyly when she noticed me watching her. I closed my eyes for a bit with those images in my mind and Rayna closed hers to take in the sun. Rob stayed up chatting with his friends he knew that were sitting near us.
Some short time later, maybe an hour I opened my eyes when I heard rustling from the cooler. Rob was standing beside me in full view and I started to salivate a bit. It was also time for snacks and re-hydration. I drank a lot of water before and during but it was a super hot day and I felt a little hungry… for one thing or another.
Rob and Rayna offered some refreshments to me and everyone and soon it was time to take a dip in the ocean. She asked me to come with her and she helped me up out of my chair and cleaned up the empty bottles and packaging. I admired how neat and organized they were.
Rayna took my hand and led me out through the crowd towards the water and we walked in up to our waists. The waves were mellow and at first it felt cool until my body adjusted. I was sure my nipples were hard. Rayna’s nipples looked succulent and I wanted to lick them right there but that kind of behavior is definitely not allowed on the beach! Again we smiled at each other while we jumped and splashed in the waves. Everyone around us was doing the same it was so much fun. I felt like already, it was an amazing day and that I’d formed a good connection with my new friends. I think Rayna and Rob felt the same. She and I turned to leave the water and he was standing right behind us. He grabbed our hands on either side of him and we walked out together, all smiling and wet.
When we got back to our umbrella, blanket and chairs, we were covered in sand. Rob went to reapply suntan lotion but Rayna stopped him, saying “Not yet! Dry off first babe. Let me do it for you.” And she toweled him off while I patted myself down.
I thought, patting myself down isn’t as much fun and asked Rayna
“Can you please apply some more sunscreen all over me?”
“I’d be so glad to.” She said.
Rayna picked up the tube of sunscreen, not the spray and squeezed some on her hands. I lifted my hair and took off my top.
“Finally” I heard Rob muse and I blushed.
Rayna was smiling and she lifted each of my breasts, massaging lotion under, on and all around my torso and reaching around to my back. Then she turned me around to check her application was even and reached down the back of my bottoms. She was very fast and thorough which is good because I’m sure I enjoyed all the touching too much. And then she slapped my ass and told me I was good. I was sure everyone was watching but did not dare look around to check.
I heard Rob say, “I enjoyed that!”
And this time, I lay belly side down on the sheet to tan my alabaster ass and hide my slightly embarrassed face. I focused on the sound of the waves and tried to pass out again but this time, Rayna was at the cooler and pulling out food to eat for lunch. She handed me a plate full of tuna, crackers and vegetables. I turned on my side, snacked and lay back down. I was working up an appetite but for something else. This day was turning into sweet torture and I remembered that we could go anytime I wanted but we drove all this way and saw it was only 1pm as I quickly checked the time on my phone.
I couldn’t fall back asleep so I went in my bag and pulled out a magazine I brought. I was glad to have some distraction from the sex fest I could not publicly act on. Thumbing through the pages, I just waited till I couldn’t take any more sun or any more sexual tension. I know Rob felt the same because he was semi erect when I sat up to change positions.
After finishing my magazine, I got up and announced I was going in the water one last time and would be ready to leave soon if they didn’t mind. They said of course they didn’t mind and asked me what I wanted for dinner. I smiled and said whatever they’re having would be great. The time was close to 3pm. 5 hours in the sun was definitely enough for me and I wanted to see what the next part of the day would bring. The drive back would be at least an hour long with out traffic.
At my last dip in the ocean, the cool water felt wonderful on my warm skin. The waves were a little rougher but there were still plenty of people around. My hair was now trashed but I think we all expected it would be, as was my pedicure. One of my favorite things about the beach is admiring the pretty shells and smooth sea glass. I took one last look in before heading back to our spot in the sand. When I got there, I was surprised R&R nearly packed everything up completely. I thought packing up would take much longer but perhaps they were as ready for entertaining other ideas as I was. I didn’t dare ask, I just hoped so.
We started on the mile long trek back to the car all together but it seemed to go very fast. Once we reached the car in the parking lot, Rob opened the tailgate door and went for one more snack at the cooler. We all munched on peanut butter and celery and had more water. Rob turned on the engine and let the AC run while Rayna began to disassemble the rest of the items in their beach buggy, including the chairs, umbrellas, and towels and organize them into the trunk. Rob helped her as she needed but she did most of the work.
Finally, we all loaded into the car and I once again sat in the back seat as there was only room for one with the buggy taking up the other seat that was folded down. As we set off, I thanked Rob and Rayna for taking me to the beach and Rob responded:
“Don’t thank us yet, baby. The day’s not over.”
“I know but I’m thanking you for taking me to the beach. It was fun!”
“You’re very welcome. It’s our favorite place to be.” Rayna added.
Even though I was pretty wiped out, I felt special being taken to their favorite place. The music played low on the radio. It was a mellow ride back except this time, the conversations between us became hotter. At first we discussed health and fitness, a common interest and then the conversation turned a bit naughtier. We started discussing positive experiences with groups and bodily functions like squirting. Rob saw a picture of me gushing in the midst of an orgasm and he was completely fascinated but he held off from asking me too early on, out of respect. He said it turned him on so much to see a woman who can get so into sex that she ends up squirting. Rayna said she likes it too but not in her mouth. I took a mental note. I was so at ease with Rob and Rayna, I felt comfortable answering any questions. They always checked to make sure there wasn’t a topic that offended me. They really took the sense to get to know me and what I was comfortable with.
Luckily, having left when we did, there wasn’t too much traffic. We stopped for coffee mid-way, which was perfect timing since my tummy was starting to rumble. We pulled over at a Dunkin Donuts and we got out. Rayna got in line for coffee and I waited for the ladies room to become vacant. Rob headed toward the men’s room and he leaned in and stole a kiss. It took me by surprise but he said he’d been waiting to do that all day. I looked forward to a proper kiss where I knew it would be coming. I ushered myself into the ladies as soon as it was vacated.
We all piled back into the car and continued onto the next part of the evening. We headed back to their house for dinner, as we discussed on the beach. The rest of the ride was quiet and we pulled into their neighborhood and driveway a short time later. Rob got out of the car and opened the door for me. Rayna opened the door for herself because she was stiff from sitting in the car and couldn’t wait a second longer. I offered her a massage and she said she couldn’t wait for one!
Rob did most of the unpacking this time and Rayna led me in. Their property was very pretty and I noticed a hot tub in the back yard. Once inside, Rayna asked me if I’d like a drink or some coffee while they put up dinner. I accepted a mojito cooler she had in her fridge. Rayna took a blueberry vodka lemonade cooler for herself. We sat down and relaxed for a bit but I felt sticky from the ocean water. As Rob came in with the rest of the unpacking, Rayna started to get dinner ready in the kitchen.
Rob announced “I’m going in the shower, would anyone like to join me?”
“No thanks babe, I’m busy cooking.” Rayna answered and then they both looked at me. I did need a shower…
“Go ahead” Rayna said directly to me, smiling as she set out to light the grill outside.
Rob led me into the bathroom and turned on the water. He was naked in less than a minute and he got in. I watched him rinse as I stripped off my dress and damp bikini top. My bottoms were already off before the car ride.
I opened the curtain and he was completely hard and covered in suds sliding down his tan, muscular body. The soapy water glistened on his muscles and I stepped in. The shower was small but I placed my hands on the wall and asked him to wash me off.
“Gladly.” Rob said and I felt the warm water on my skin and then the slick bar of soap in his hands making it’s way down my body. My feet were hip width apart but Rob spread my legs further and there were no more words for a while. Just soft kisses and firm caresses. I didn’t turn towards him but he reached around to my front and turned my face to kiss his mouth. His hand reached down my front and then from behind to my back and bottom. I was clean and he turned me toward him. Rob put his fingers inside me and I gasped from the firm pressure. He got on his knees as he placed my ankle on his shoulder. He kissed me and fingered me as I moaned uncontrollably and came all over him in an orgasm.
“Dinner’s ready” Rayna said from the bathroom doorway. She looked happy and as if she’d freshened up while dinner was on the grill. I hopped out of the shower, allowing Rob to finish washing my juices off of him and I grabbed a fresh towel off their folded towel stack. I handed the towel to Rob as he shut off the water and I put on a fresh summer dress I brought with me. I started to put on panties but then Rob said “don’t bother putting those on.” My breasts lay on my chest under the dress sans a bra. “What’s the point?” I thought to myself. I slid on my flip-flop shoes.
Rob dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and he led me out to the back yard with him. He carried a tray with plates and cutlery. Rayna set out some fresh drinks and she was taking food off the grill and putting it onto a platter in the center of the patio table. We ate grilled chicken, Caesar salad, and grilled asparagus. It was a perfectly light meal after a full day of snacking in the sun and yet not too heavy of a meal to inhibit playtime that was obviously coming. We ate rather quickly, collected the plates and cleaned up. Rayna took the leftover food while Rob took the dishes back in the house. I carried the drinks and cups back in.
The day turned into evening and I had a very at-home feeling with R&R. I went into their bedroom and lay on the bed while they cleaned up from dinner. Rayna came to check on me and she gave me a kiss on my mouth.
“We’ll be in soon to join you.” She said.
As Rayna walked out back toward the kitchen, Rob came in the room and they kissed each other in passing. Rob laid on the bed next to me and kissed me too. I offered Rob a massage, which he accepted. He took off his shirt, laid on his stomach and I straddled his butt while my hands went to work. Rob reached to his nightstand and grabbed a tube of massage oil and handed it to me.
“Here, use this.” He said.
I opened the cap and squirted way too much oil in my hands. I pulled his shorts down to liberally apply the oil. He pulled them down a bit further and kicked them off from under me. I massaged Rob’s back for a couple of minutes.
“Don’t worry, you’re next.” I heard Rayna say as she approached me with something in her hands. She had something in a red velvet sleeve and I suspected it was a toy similar to one I have at home. I suspected it was a glass toy that I sometimes use for anal play. Mine came in the same red velvet sleeve.
Rayna reached from behind me and pulled off my sundress. She also removed her own. I felt her hands massaging my breasts as she kneeled behind me while I worked on Rob’s back. I took my hands off him and turned towards her. She kissed me and Rob turned around from under us. He told me to sit on his face.
Payton had her first threesome on this leg of the tour.
Two gorgeous men approached her after the show and started speaking to her about how good her performance was.
She had noticed them right away after the show started. All night they stood just off to one side of the stage; engaged by the music but not screaming and dancing down front with most people. They were both big, muscular, model looking types with chiseled features and hard bodies. She had been immediately attracted to them both, but she tried to continue to perform for the whole crowd.
Instead she had found herself giving much of her performance as if it were for them alone.
She was wearing the burlesque outfit that night and after the show stood talking to them with just pasties covering her breasts, the corset covering her torso, and merely panties, garters, and stockings below her narrow waist.
Sweat still trickled down her face and body from the crazy climax of the show.
She and Dylan had traded guitar solos for over ten minutes making the place scream with the intensity of their music.
Now, drinking water to sooth her tired voice, she felt her pussy begin to slather up as these gorgeous men flirted with her. Their eyes couldn’t stay off her practically bare breasts and she was anxious for one of them to take her home.
As they moved in closer and flanked her their hands began to stroke her arms and she realized either she was going to have to choose, or they wanted to share her.
Falling into the same strange headspace she’d had with the first stranger she had used as a sexual release she simply told them. “Take me to my hotel.”
The men smiled and they all left. Payton didn’t even bother to change; she walked out in her burlesque outfit, breasts bared but for her nipple tassels.
In the car the one who wasn’t driving, Nicolas was his name, began to kiss her and then lick her neck. Sighing and leaning back she gave herself to him. His hands peeled the tassels off her nipples painfully and then he set about cleaning them with his tongue. She was sure the sticky glue she used to hold the tassels on tasted terrible, but he didn’t stop.
The trip to the hotel was an adventure all on its own. Reclining in the backseat Payton indulged in having her breasts groped and licked as she sighed with pleasure.
She could see Trent, the other man, watching her in the rear-view mirror, and she smiled knowing he was enjoying the show. Passing cars might be able to see what was going on, and she found she didn’t care. Nicolas was getting her aroused enough that public nudity didn’t even faze her.
Entering the hotel Payton snuggled close to the two men, covering her mostly bare body with their large muscular forms. She still wore the corset, but her breasts were completely bare and her nipples grew as hard as diamonds as she risked being seen by the hotel staff or another guest.
Inside the elevator Trent began to kiss and lick her drenched panties and Nicolas continued groping and nibbling her breasts. Payton couldn’t believe how she was behaving. She was being such a slut, and she loved it.
No-one saw them, and she felt mildly disappointed when the door to her room shut denying her a witness to what was about to happen.
The men pulled her to the bed and immediately stripped her of her clothes. Hands stroked her skin, and kneaded the muscles of her limbs stealing tension of one sort and replacing it with another. The sexual charge was palpable between the three of them. Mouths captured her nipples and lips licking and nipping her into a frenzy.
Taking turns the gorgeous men took her mouth and kissed her delirious while the other removed his own clothes, giving her glimpses of sculpted bodies that made her tremble with desire.
Nicolas was the second to finish stripping and when done he parted her thighs and buried his face in her sex. Payton arched back and sighed as his tongue explored her folds bringing her intense pleasure.
Trent moved his mouth from hers and began to devour her breasts, licking and nibbling them with a desperation that made her squirm. It felt as if every part of her was being tasted or fondled and it was driving her into an ecstatic state.
Unable to stay still and passively accept this attention she reached for her purse beside them on the bed and grappled for her phone.
Her body trembled with passion as her nerves were overwhelmed with stimuli and it took all of her will to grope her phone out of her purse and get it recording her current bout of incredible sex.
At last she had a recording going and she began to allow the magical music being created by this electrifying encounter to spill out of her throat.
Reaching for the nearest cock she began to stroke it and sing her uninhibited song. Music translated her lust into song and the men looked at her from where they were bringing her to climax and smiled.
The men returned their hands and mouths to her succulent body and within moments her songs devolved into animalistic grunts as she fell over the edge of her orgasm.
Payton climaxed and cried out her delight to the world in general as Nicolas’ wonderful tongue teased her clit and his fingers probed her slot. With her chest aglow from Trent’s mouth and hands she lost herself in a Kaleidoscope of colour and sound, this the most intense orgasm of her young life.
When at last she could form coherent thought she was ready to explore more of these gorgeous men. Her new playthings.
“The two of you sit on the edge of the bed.” she commanded.
With grins from ear to ear they sat as instructed and Payton knelt before them and reached for Trent’s cock, while opening her mouth and swallowing Nicolas’. Both men had good sized pricks, Nicolas slightly larger, but Trent’s was smoother and more aesthetically pleasing to Payton.
Smiling to herself she marveled at the idea of having two penises to compare at once. With a mouth full of thick man meat and a hand full of rigid cock she was drunk with libidinous excess.
Suckling on Nicolas she was overjoyed at having a mouthful of such a perfect specimen of manhood. His cock was gnarled and knotted with veins, but it felt wonderful moving her tongue and lips over it.
He tasted of maleness, sweat and the lingering perfume of his shampoo. His hips rocked gently easing his erection deeper and deeper into her willing mouth.
Her hand was full of Trent at the same time, and she loved the play of his velvety skin over the strong muscles of his hard-on.
Switching from sucking Nicolas’ cock to sucking Trent’s Payton began to stroke Nicolas with her other hand. The slippery, spit soaked tool in her hand felt lewd, and her tongued eagerly bathed Trent making him just as slick.
Humming her song once more over the head of Trent’s cock she relished the wantonness she was exhibiting. The “prude” the guys though she was no longer existed. Now she was a rock star living out the rock star life. Happily on her knees alternating between two fantastic cocks she reveled in her debauchery.
Just thinking about how hedonistic she was being made her pussy twitch. She needed to be filled with cock, now.
Lifting her face from the pole she was currently suckling she stood up and looked down at the men who gazed at her with passion and eagerness.
“Alright gentlemen, here is how this is going to go. My asshole is off limits, but anything else your dirty little minds can come up with I’m game for. Fuck me. Lick me. Rub me and make me cum. You aren’t leaving here until I’m done with you.” She smiled a wicked smile at them to take the edge off her demand, but she needn’t have bothered. The men reached out and pulled her back to the bed their smiles and pulsing erections telling her they were more than happy to fulfill her every whim.
As her recorder captured every sound Payton was ravished by these two ardent lovers. Putting her on all fours Nicolas pressed his wide purple head against her slippery pussy. Meanwhile Trent moved to her head and began to rub his cock over her features, filling her nose with his smell and making her mouth water, eager to taste him once more.
As Nicolas entered her, filling her pussy, she moaned appreciatively. Taking advantage of her open mouth Trent placed his tip on her parted lips. Flicking her tongue over his head she began to lick him lightly, teasing the big man.
Starting to slip in and out of her sopping hole Nicolas found a slow steady rhythm, her slot tingling with joy as he filled it, and pulsing angrily when he emptied it.
Opening her mouth wide, her song filling the space for a moment Payton offered her tongue to Trent, who placed his tip on it and slid along the soft pink appendage filling her face with his tool, muffling her song.
For long blissful moments the three lovers enjoyed the groove they were in; the men alternating stroking in and out of her; one filling her at one end, then withdrawing as the other filled her from the other end.
Payton divided her focus between enjoying having her pussy thoroughly filled and used, and licking and pleasuring the cock in her mouth. Singing all the while, she gloried in her body being so perfectly taken advantage of.
Growing more ardent in her need to reach fulfillment Payton began to suck harder on Trent and to arch her back, thrusting her ass out to encourage Nicolas to drive into her more powerfully. When he didn’t she humped back at him, driving her cunt onto his spear.
Getting the picture Nicolas began to pump into her with more force. Moaning with desire Payton thrust back at him almost losing her oral grip on Trent. This made Trent reach down and hold her head while he began to thrust into her face with more enthusiasm.
Now both men were shoving into her greedy holes and Payton felt a level of shamelessness she had never known. Being drilled by two powerful studs eager to please her was elating, spurring her to more obscene behavior than she had ever engaged in.
Grabbing Trent’s ass with both hands she guided him into her face, encouraging him to pump harder into her wide-open, humming throat. When he did so she put one hand on her own ass and pried her cheeks apart lewdly displaying her anus to Nicolas and impelling him to shove harder into her dripping pussy.
Moments passed as the sound of slapping flesh grew louder and the grunts of the lovers more animalistic, then Nicolas cried out in inarticulate joy, his orgasm taking from him the power of speech. Emptying himself into her clutch he spilled his seed into her ravenous slot.
Immediately Payton took her mouth off of Trent and began to howl a musical climax of her own, the song fractured and primal but still melodic. As her body convulsed with euphoria Payton gasped out her tune, her mouth wide and her face contorted with the extremity of her orgasm.
When at last Nicolas finished filling her with his spunk she dropped her head to the mattress, her ass still high as her bliss faded into a manageable level.
The bed bounced as the men moved around her shivering form, then Payton’s clenching cunt was filled once more, now by Trent. As he started to pound her with his mighty tool she went off once more on an orgasmic flight of sound and colour.
Not able to focus on anything other than her pleasure Payton sang an unconscious song of rapture, her body gratified in new and amazing ways. Trent impaled her on his dong while his hands clutched her buttocks. After a few moments of this treatment, her mind still flayed with chemical release, she felt her tender breasts gripped and kneaded by Nicolas’ strong hands, sending her further away in a delirium of delight.
A feeling of frothy squishiness seeped out of her gripping cunt and Payton came back to herself to hear a sloshing slurping noise accompanying her odd song. Churning up Nicolas’ cum with his pounding, Trent was still wedging himself into her sloppy opening.
Just as she was feeling aware enough to blush in humiliating at her depravity Trent began to spurt his seed into her adding yet more goo to the stew of juices inside her.
Feeling his warm seed gush into her boiling centre sent Payton off once more in a maelstrom of carnal gratification. Losing her consciousness once more Payton felt like a small voice singing into a gale of sound.
Crying out her Self in the harmony of Identity, Payton wallowed in the colourful inner landscape her minds sent her to as her orgasms, and there were many, violently shook her body like a giant dog with her awareness locked in its pleasurable grip.
When next Payton knew what was happening to her body she found that she was lying on the bed on her side, the men holding her and stroking her face, and body. Shuddering with aftershocks Payton smiled weakly at them.
“What happened?” she whispered.
“I have no idea.” Trent whispered back. “You started to sing like a banshee and shake all over.”
“I would have thought you were having a seizure if you didn’t have a huge smile on your face, and that amazing song coming out of your mouth. “
“I was still singing.”
“Well singing is the only word I have for it.” Trent said.”
“It was music, but it was strange and otherworldly.” Nicolas offered. “Eerie.”
“Yeah, really spooky, but cool spooky.” Trent said.
The three of them sat quietly for a time and stroked each other.
Then when drowsiness threatened to swamp her the big men lifted her from the bed, Trent carried her while Nicolas moved ahead to the bathroom. Then running a shower, the three moved into the steamy spray and the two men tenderly bathed her of perspiration and the mess of their fornication.
Glorying in the ministrations of her lovers Payton wallowed in self-indulgence. Two strong, sexy men bathed her, and rubbed her slick skin with large hands made tender with caring.
When Nicolas probed her tingling slit with his fingers, washing away the mingled deposits of him and his friend, Payton trembled with desire ready for more.
Trent stroked her limbs. Her arms shook while he massaged the fine muscles of her biceps and shoulders. Working his way inward soon his hands were caressing her tender breasts, teasing her slippery nipples with his thumbs.
Soon mouths began to taste her flesh once more. Nicolas kissed her nether lips and made her hips buck as his lip grazed her burning clit. Above Trent captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked, and licked it.
Gripping their shoulders with each hand Payton held herself upright by sheer force of will, her body ready to collapse into carnal submission.
Trent turned off the shower and the men stepped out and both grabbed towels. Before she could step out of the tub herself they reached out and began to dry her with tender pats of the soft towels.
Nicolas returned to the tub and stood behind her drying her back and buttocks, while Trent focused on her front, dabbing her breasts and belly. The friends worked as a team one going up, the other down, drying every part of her, and then returning the other way.
Finally both took her long hair and gently dried it while she relaxed utterly enjoying their considerate care.
When she was dry, they helped her out of the shower and led her back to the bed. Laying her out on the rumpled sheets they stretched out and Nicolas lay down beside her. Beginning to kiss her soft mouth, Nicolas massaged her breasts and slipped his tongue along hers, teasing her back to full arousal.
Trent opened her legs and kissed his way up her thighs to her moist folds. Parting them with his thick fingers he licked the insides of her tender pussy and her hips involuntarily twitched.
Once more her voice thrummed with unconscious music, and with her hand Payton sought her phone.
Nicolas found it for her and when she had it she opened a new voice memo and began to sing openly. Nicolas lowered his face to her neck and kissed is way around her vibrating vocal chords as she sang out her bliss.
For the next while the men licked and kissed every inch of her flesh, no nook or cranny ignored. Rolling her over they even parted her buttocks and licked her asshole making her giggle and change the tune to something more lascivious.
Less wound up than before Payton was better able to accept this tongue bath and, singing all the while, soak up the slavish devotion the men were showing her.
Finally she switched to a hungrier song. A song of need and rolled on her back and opened her legs wide offering her saturated cunt to them for use.
“One of you better fuck me before I lose my mind.”
Trent being the closest to the right position knelt between her gorgeous legs and aimed his hardness at her pink slit. Sliding effortlessly into her Trent moaned with pleasure as she enveloped him in her searing heat.
Singing out her own happiness Payton started a new song and reached for Nicolas’ tool as he sat watching his friend fill the petite songbird with hard manhood.
Pulling him to her face Payton stroked Nicolas’ big tool and kissed along the underside as it hovered over her pretty face. Singing into hic cock like it were a microphone she rhapsodized her joy with random words of longing, and bliss, and licked and suckled him while humming.
As her lust mounted from using, and being used by these magnificent men Payton began to grow more and more depraved in her needs.
Starting with the tool in her hand Payton lifted Nicolas’ shaft from her mouth and began to lick and suck his balls, her song muffled by his weighty sack. Then needing something more lewd, spurred on by a raunchier tune emitting from her mouth she licked her way back to his anus and began to rim him with her tongue. Singing up into his backside she swirled her tongue around the lip of his sphincter, then dipped the tip into the dank, dark hole.
Still stroking him with one hand she used the other to pull back his ass cheek and expose him to her questing mouth. Licking him with the thick width of her tongue she bathed his nasty opening, reveling in the squalid, debasing nature of this.
Trent began to drive into her cunt harder seeing his friend so sordidly stimulated, and taking that as his cue to ramp the debauchery. Spreading her legs even wider he speared her with his cock making her gasp as she sang into Nicolas’ bung hole.
Grinding his ass down onto her mouth Nicolas reached behind himself and began to tweak her nipples, making her moan with lust.
Moving back to Nicolas’ balls Payton slurped on him noisily and her song began to fade away as her mouth drooled to be filled. Licking and kissing her way back upward she opened wide and swallowed the hard pole and devoured it gluttonously.
Leaning forward Nicolas placed his hands on the bed and drove hip his downward shoving his tool into her frantic mouth. The hand Payton had on his ass moved inward and she pierced his dark hole with her slender finger, fucking him with her delicate digit.
Her other hand pumped up and down his shaft in time to his thrusts, her tongue lathering him as her throat opened to accept him deep inside her face.
Feeling utterly depraved by fucking these two strangers Payton released herself from any mental bonds holding her back.
“Cum on me you fuckers. Cover me in that hot jizz! I need it!” She ordered, her skin tingling, her body eager for sperm.
Pulling out of her grip Trent began to spray her belly with his cum, the hot spatter driving her wild. The spill of his spunk on her skin felt so gratifying that Payton immediately began to cum. Her body twisted in the throes of a specific delight she had never known. The delight of being an object of lust.
Pulling her finger from Nicolas’ ass she began to smear Trent’s sticky goo around on her quivering stomach, tremors vibrating her body from head to toe.
Then as she was beginning to sink from the heights of passion Nicolas pulled out of her slobbering orifice and began to jet his spooge onto her contorted features.
Chelsea had spent the last four weeks getting settled into a routine with her vampire lover’s twin boys. She’d been hired as their nanny, and almost immediately realized her attraction to her employer, Germaine. He’d revealed himself to be a vampire during their first lovemaking session and since that fateful Halloween night they’d been getting to know one another on an even deeper level. They’d been able to keep up appearances for Germaine’s twin sons, Levi and Lincoln, and even Chelsea’s own family—her brother, his wife, and their son had been frequent visitors to Germaine’s palatial country estate.
“I’m tired of sneaking around, Chelsea.”
Chelsea tied the belt of her fluffy red robe and turned before she opened Germaine’s bedroom door. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock—4:27am—then crossed the room and crawled back into Germaine’s bed. She sighed heavily. “Me too.”
“So let’s just put it out there in the open,” Germaine said, pulling Chelsea against him and kissing her temple, “The boys won’t mind, Giselle’s probably already gotten it figured out—hell, even Chad and Sabrina must know something is going on between us. Max asked me when I was going to marry you the last time he was over.”
Chelsea laughed at that. It was just like her nephew to be that blunt. Max had been asking for a cousin since he could talk. He’d been thrilled when she’d invited him over to play with the twins. And she knew her brother wasn’t stupid. It was hard to hide the connection she and Germaine felt.
“You’re right, I know you are Germaine. I just, I don’t know…”
“What don’t you know, Chelsea?”
Chelsea sat up so she could look at Germaine. “I don’t know what we’d be putting out in the open? That we’re fucking? Oh, that’d be a nice addition to a Christmas card: ‘Happy Holidays from the DuBois/Willows. By the way, we’re just fucking, FYI!’”
Germaine rolled his eyes. “We’re not just fucking, Chels.”
“Well, so you want to announce that you’re my boyfriend?”
“Well,” Germaine said, laughing, “That’s a start, right?”
Chelsea hit him with a pillow. My vampire boyfriend, she thought to herself. I’m falling in love with my vampire boyfriend, and he’s making jokes.
When Germaine grabbed the pillow, he looked up at Chelsea, ready to retaliate, but saw her on the verge of tears. He pushed the pillow to the side and pulled her into his arms. “Baby, what’s wrong? Don’t cry.”
She wiped her eyes and pulled away. “I’m fine, I’m just nervous and confused.”
“Dammit, Chelsea, I don’t want there to be any confusion between you and me,” Germaine said, fiercely, grabbing her hand, then gently turning her chin so that they were almost nose to nose. Entranced by the look in his eyes, Chelsea couldn’t pull her own gaze away.
“Don’t you know how I feel about you? What you mean to me?” he began, his voice bold and unwavering, “This human concept of love. That’s what you’re waiting for, isn’t it? For me to declare my love for you?”
Chelsea wanted to say yes. She wanted to open up her heart to him and ask him to open his in return. The shrill ring of Germaine’s cell phone destroyed the moment. She rose from the bed, watched him cursing, searching for the wailing piece of technology. He answered, spoke briefly, then immediately headed toward the closet to get dressed.
Chelsea followed and stood in the doorway. “Emergency?”
“Yeah, a pile-up on the interstate. I’ve got to go in. We’re not finished with this conversation, though, Chelsea. I promise.”
He stopped what he was doing and walked toward her. He embraced her, stroking the back of her neck, kissing her cheek, then her mouth. Chelsea melted into him, clutching his still-naked back. Reluctantly, she pulled away. “You’ve got to hurry.”
“I know,” he said, pulling a shirt over his head and stepping into a pair of sneakers, “We’ll talk later.”
“‘Kay,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed as he finished getting ready, grabbing a coat and shoving his wallet and keys into his pockets. “Shit, I forgot to ask you!” she said suddenly. Germaine stopped and turned, “What is it babe?”
“Do vampires celebrate Christmas?” she asked shyly.
Germaine laughed aloud then covered his mouth to keep from waking the twins.
“Of course,” he said, still grinning, “Although, I haven’t really kept up with the tradition. Why? What did you have in mind?”
“Um, a tree? Presents? Christmas dinner?” Chelsea said, still slightly embarrassed.
Germaine crossed the room again and gave Chelsea another kiss. “The boys will be thrilled. Their first real Christmas. Invite your family. And call Giselle. I’ve got to go baby.”
“‘Kay,” she said, watching him disappear into the dark hallway. As Chelsea made Germaine’s bed, she started making her to-do list in her head. It was the first of December. She had twenty-five days to plan the boys’ first Christmas.
Two weeks later, Chelsea and the boys were driving home in the snow. She’d had them out shopping all day. The house had been decorated with trees, garland, wreaths, holly, and mistletoe. She’d bought, wrapped, and hidden gifts for the twins in Germaine’s office a few days before. But she’d promised the twins she’d let them pick out gifts for Germaine, Giselle, and her family that day. She’d expected them to tire out early, but the vampire youngsters had more energy than she did.
“Daddy promised to have the lights on tonight, Miss Chel,” Lincoln exclaimed as they turned down the long driveway. Chelsea peered into the darkness and hoped they were right.
“Yep, and he said he’s taking us shopping tomorrow for your gift,” Levi added.
“Shush, Levi!” Lincoln scolded, “It’s s’posed to be a surprise.”
“It’s okay,” she soothed, “As long as you don’t tell me what it is, it’s still a surprise.”
Levi stuck his tongue out at Lincoln but they were quickly distracted by the sight that awaited them as they broke through the trees and approached the house.
“Oooh,” Levi said.
“It’s so pretty,” Lincoln added.
“When did your daddy have time to do all this?” Chelsea asked aloud. The twins didn’t answer. She parked the car and helped the boys from their car seats. Both boys clambered out, hindered by their heavy coats, mittens, and hats. Not that they needed them. But it’d be odd to be out on a snowy December day with two 4-year olds in shorts and t-shirts. The boys ran across the yard, laughing and screeching happily at the winter fairyland Germaine had created with lights.
Germaine stood on the wrap-around porch grinning broadly.
“What do you think?” he asked as they climbed the stairs.
The boys gushed over the lights—it seemed that Germaine had stuck a string of lights to everything. The house, porch and entire yard were lit by thousands of tiny twinkles. Chelsea stood in the middle, spinning slowly in the gently falling snow, feeling like a princess in a wonderland. She smiled and turned to face Germaine who was herding the boys inside.
“How in the world…? I mean, how could you have time….?” She stuttered, finally climbing the stairs to meet Germaine. They walked inside and helped the boys shed their winter gear.
“You know we’re extra fast, right Miss Chel?”
She turned to look at Levi. He and Lincoln grinned at Germaine and before she could even blink, the boys had ran to the closet, hung up their coats, and ran back to stand next to her.
“I did, Levi, but I didn’t realize just how fast you were,” she smiled at the boys. While it was overwhelming, she didn’t want them to know just how shocked she was. She knelt down and pulled them both into her arms.
“You are the fastest little boys I know!” she said, tickling them both. The three of them laughed, falling down onto the floor. The boys tried tickling her back and with their double-teaming efforts and their super-speed, the three of them were laughing hysterically in a heap.
Germaine stood watching Chelsea interact with his sons. They’d never had this—someone who got down on their level, played with them, mothered them. Loved them. The last nanny had been a good sport, but there was always a formality—a kind of disconnect. Germaine couldn’t really blame her—she’d been subtly (and justifiably) afraid of the twins. Chelsea radiated nothing remotely resembling fear. Just love. The same thing she was willing him to feel for her. The longer Germaine thought about it, the more he realized it was becoming true. He finally broke up their tickle party and the foursome made their way to the kitchen to have a cookie and hot chocolate before bath time and bedtime. Finally, Germaine thought as he read the boys a second bedtime story. Levi was already snoring softly and Lincoln’s eyelids had finally lost the battle. He closed the book and headed for his bedroom where he hoped Chelsea was waiting. They had yet to finish their discussion from the other night.
Chelsea woke in her bed feeling Germaine’s mouth on her sex. She moaned and clenched her thighs at the teasing sensation.
“You fell asleep on me, baby,” he said, kissing up her thighs, across her stomach, and up to her breasts. He settled his weight on her body and rested his chin between her breasts. His 5 o’clock shadow scraped the delicate flesh and he nipped and licked at the marks he knew he was leaving.
“I’m sorry,” she said, gazing at him sleepily, “the boys wore me out with shopping today.”
He chuckled, “I thought that was supposed to be the other way around.”
“Me too. Vampire boys are resilient, though.”
“Vampire men are more resilient. I was going to show you just how resilient, but I think I better let you get your beauty rest.” Germaine pushed himself up and gave her a little kiss before starting to roll away. Chelsea forced herself to rouse enough to wrap her arms and legs around Germaine’s body. She was no match for his physical strength, but then, he didn’t resist too much.
“Show me,” she said, bedroom eyes still hooded. Chelsea was in that place right smack dab between asleep and awake. The place where sleep walkers explore and sleep talkers orate. The place between dreamland and real life. Chelsea might not have realized this, but Germaine did, and he swore he’d take full advantage.
Germaine hadn’t been able to hypnotize Chelsea up to this point. Normally, humans succumbed to his will with one heated glance, but Chelsea just glared right back at him. He knew her mind was wide open at this moment.
“Don’t wake up. Don’t fall asleep.”
Chelsea nodded, eyes half shut, hands still roaming his body.
“Spread your legs. Stroke your clit.”
Chelsea relaxed her legs so that they fell open on either side of his body. She reached down between the two of them and her fingers trailed gently over her swollen clitoris.
“Don’t come until I tell you.”
She nodded again, still lightly touching herself.
Germaine scooted down so that his face was inches from Chelsea’s pussy. He watched her fingers trace her slit, bringing her slippery fluids up and across her clit. He maneuvered one of her pillows down and slid it beneath her hips so that they were tilted way up. He pushed her legs wider apart and bent her knees. She was wide open for him.
“Chelsea, I want you to keep stroking, but relax. Relax completely. If you start to tighten up, stop your orgasm and relax again.”
“Yessss,” she purred. Her hips were writhing just a bit.
“Open yourself up to me. Completely.”
She nodded and he refocused his attention on the buffet she presented.
He started stroking her thighs softly, moving further down to trace the crease where her buttocks met her thighs. She flexed and he repeated his command for her to relax. She did, immediately. He licked the same path his fingers had just taken, then he dipped his tongue into her pussy. Her outer lips were swollen and shiny. She had a fat pussy. She’d probably take that the wrong way if he ever said it out loud, but there was nothing better than burying his dick in her tight hole and feeling those fat pussy lips gripping him. But for tonight, he wanted her relaxed so he could bury his dick in a different tight hole.
He shifted so that his tongue left her pussy and trailed down toward her asshole. It was pink, ringed by a light dusting of those dark brown hairs that adorned her pussy.
“Relax,” he reminded her. When he brushed across it with his tongue, she didn’t tense. This was going to be good, he told himself.
Chelsea realized Germaine wanted to fuck her ass. He’d nonchalantly teased her there before, but she’d always shied away. But she was so relaxed that she wasn’t fighting him this time. He probably thinks I’m out of it, she thought, smiling inside. She felt his tongue brush up against her asshole and she kept her entire body limp. She wanted to make him feel good—and so far, it was making her feel good too. She didn’t want him to stop.
Germaine’s fangs had been out for a while but he hadn’t bitten Chelsea yet. He pressed his nose against her pussy, worked his tongue as deeply into her asshole as he could, and finally pierced the skin between her pussy and asshole with a painless bite. Seeing her stroking herself, smelling her pussy so intensely, tasting her blood as it dripped onto his tongue, which was spearing her asshole, and feeling her soft, round butt, pliable in his hands was almost sensory overload for Germaine. He removed his tongue and sucked on the bite wound he’d left on her taint for a minute. He could feel her breathing quicken and felt her forcing herself to relax. He pulled away from the bloody bite and watched the drops run down to her asshole before healing themselves. He used his index finger to smear the blood around her asshole before sliding his finger inside. It had never been this loose and relaxed before. His hypnosis was working. He had to take her ass soon.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, Chelsea. Keep stroking your clit. I’ll be gentle. As soon as my dick is in your ass, you can come whenever you need to. Just stay as relaxed as you can.”
“Mmm-hmmm…” she moaned, eyes still closed.
Germaine slid a second finger in her ass, wiggling and stretching her hole. He plunged his dick in her pussy slowly, to ensure it was lubed. Her asshole was almost as wet as her pussy from the saliva and blood. He pumped a few times before pulling out of her pussy and lining his dick up to take her ass.
“Breathe, Chelsea. Take deep breaths.”
She nodded and he could see her chest expand to take a deep breath. As she exhaled, he worked the head in. He waited. She didn’t tighten up but he waited for her to inhale and exhale again before going deeper. By the fourth breath, he was balls deep in her ass and he could feel her starting to squirm and writhe.
“Relax. Don’t move. I’m going to move. Just keep playing with your clit slowly.”
She nodded, her mouth falling open.
Germaine pulled his entire dick out and slowly shoved it all back in. Chelsea could feel every inch of it filling her up. There was just a hint of pain. Like an afterthought. If it hurt at all, it hurt so good. He started going faster, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing in again. Her clit was so sensitive, just the tip of her finger grazing across it was almost enough to make her come. She focused on breathing, in and out, slowly. Keeping her asshole, her pussy, her entire body relaxed. Her eyes opened just a slit and she could see Germaine’s chiseled chocolate body hovering above hers. His hands rested on her thighs, pushing them out and up beside her torso. He had a strained look on his face, like maybe he was feeling the same kind of exquisite pleasure/pain she was feeling. She added a second finger to her clit, stroking with one and then the other. Her strokes were coming more quickly. The heat had built inside her, slowly being stoked. The faster Germaine moved, the bigger the flames became. Until she heard him grunting and the flames took over. His dick pounded in her ass. Her fingers flew across her clit. She moaned and moved her hips in circles. Germaine reached down and slid two fingers in her pussy, curving them up, hitting her G-spot perfectly. She could barely breathe and made no sound as she came uncontrollably. She squirted all around the fingers in her pussy forcefully. It sprayed all over his abdomen. She felt her eyes rolling back, her body shook, and her asshole clamped down on the rock-hard dick that was spewing hot semen inside her. Germaine, on the other hand, was shouting like he had caught the Holy Ghost. Indecipherable words punctuated each spurt of semen.
Germaine had never come so hard in his entire life, living or dead. If he weren’t already dead, he would’ve thought Chelsea had killed him. He babbled like a lunatic as he came and as soon as he collapsed on Chelsea’s body, he was afraid he’d broken the hypnosis. He pushed himself up, kissed her cheek, her neck, her lips softly. He pulled the soaking wet pillow from under her hips, got a warm wet cloth and cleaned her, then tucked her in. He contemplated making the long, lonely walk back to his bedroom, but decided he couldn’t bear it. He climbed into Chelsea’s bed and pulled the covers around them both.
Chelsea woke with a start. She felt like what she and Germaine had done last night had been a dream. She rolled over and saw the note he’d left on the pillow.
‘Gone shopping with the boys. Be back for early dinner. Work at 6pm. ~G’
She sighed. It was nearly noon. She still had quite a bit to do before Giselle and then her family arrived. She climbed out of bed and headed to the shower. She worried that she’d be sore, but during her shower, she couldn’t tell anything different about her asshole. If it hadn’t been for the wet pillow she’d seen in the garbage can when she took the trash out, she could’ve sworn she’d been dreaming. She finished wrapping presents, tidied up the guest rooms, and started dinner. She still wondered how vampires could eat, but her boys had voracious appetites. The boys got a glass of blood every morning from a supply Germaine kept stocked in his office, but she’d never seen him drink blood, other than the little taste he took from her every once in a while. Another intriguing aspect of vampirism that she’d have to ask Germaine about.
The boys got home about 4pm and they ate an early dinner. The three of them had disappeared into Germaine’s office with their shopping bags as soon as they’d gotten home, presumably to wrap her presents. She gave them their privacy, figuring the boys might let something slip once Germaine had gone to work, but they weren’t giving up any information. She’d have to be surprised.
The next few days passed uneventfully. Giselle would be arriving on the 20th and she and Chelsea would plan the food, do the shopping, and start cooking. Chelsea was grateful—she’d been worn out lately. It was no wonder—Germaine’s appetite for sex was insatiable. Not that she was complaining. She’d never felt so sated in her life. And it was almost like her body craved him, anticipated his touch, prepared itself in advance for him. In fact, she’d feel herself getting wet and turned on for Germaine and she’d been initiating the sex nearly every time they were alone. She’d given up on finishing their conversation until after the holidays. She figured Germaine had too.
Giselle arrived and the entire household was excited. They did some more Christmas shopping, some grocery shopping, and Giselle regaled Chelsea and the twins with stories about Germaine and Greg’s childhood. She also explained that she’d managed to talk Germaine’s brother, Greg and his wife Cynthia to join them. They’d be arriving on the 23rd. The twins hadn’t seen Uncle G in several months, so they were especially thrilled. Germaine had to work that day, but Greg entertained the boys while Chelsea, Giselle, and Cynthia relaxed and caught up on their lives.
“Cynthia,” Chelsea started, “I hope I’m not offending you by asking, but I honestly didn’t realize that Giselle was a vampire until Germaine told me. Are you also a vampire?”
A gorgeous friend, whom I dearly love and who I know is hotter in every way than Sarah ever thought of being, but who keeps me at arm’s length, had the original idea for this story and for much of the humor. She didn’t want her name revealed, however, so I’ll just say thank you. She knows who she is.
Sarah banked her old Bell47 to the right and began slipping sideways barely a hundred feet above the ice covered ground. For her money, there was nothing like flying a helicopter. It was fun and exciting, similar to her ride on the Rock-O-Plane during her visit to the Alaska State Fair in Palmer, plus there was a freedom to flying a helicopter. She could take off and land almost anywhere; fly slow, fast, high, low, forwards, backwards, sideways, even hover. She had only recently gotten her license, had worked hard getting it in near record time, and was proud of her accomplishment. She had rewarded herself with the old Bell47 and to give herself even more freedom, had outfitted it with extra fuel tanks for extended range and safety.
From above, sunlight dancing off the ice ripples covering the flat tundra created a glistening sea of sparkles for as far as the eye could see, dazzling flashes of brightness with occasional bits of color mixed inbright rainbow flashes. It reminded Sarah of how the ocean sometimes appeared when she and Todd hunted seals or how the lake looked on that sunny day last summer when she and Levi stole away to picnic on a deserted island overlooking Russia. Beautiful memories she would cherish forever.
Sarah loved to hunt and hunting in Alaska was the besthunting in Alaska from a chopper was the ultimate. She could swoop down on her game and chase it until it was too tired to run any longer, then hover and take her shot. Wolves were the most fun. They were smart and presented more of a challenge than bears, moose, or reindeer. She had gotten good at chopper hunting, tooshe rarely missed. She loved having an animal in her sightsshe thought of it as the moment of truth, that exact moment she wielded life or death power over another life, validating her superiority. It was exhilarating. After all these years, the kill shot still gave her a rush, a near orgasmic rush that made her ass tingle.
Imagining the loud clap of her rifle’s report and the solid feel of its recoil ramming hard into her shoulder, sending shock waves rippling across her chest, vibrating her breasts, then seeing her target, a strong swift wolf, crumple and slide face first plowing the snow and ice, leaving a bright red stain before expiring in a cloud of rising steam, gave her a visceral thrill. She clamped her thighs together and tightened her buttocks at the thought, then became acutely aware of the vibrations running up through the seat. She started clenching and relaxing her thighs, flexing her buttocks, squirming in her seatshe couldn’t help it.
She reached down to touch herself through the fabric of her jump suitit was like pouring seal oil on a crackling campfire. Her thoughts immediately went to Levi and that fat cock of his that she so loved to ride, whooping and yelling as he smacked and bounced her ass. She turned the auto-pilot on, slid her hand inside her pants, closed her eyes and lost herself in fantasy for almost a half hour, nearly passing out when her body spasmodically jerked and shivered as she brought herself to multiple orgasms.
Regaining her composure, she suddenly realized that she had plunged into a blinding fog. Able to see only a few feet, she turned south, hoping to find clear weather, but the fog didn’t let up. She began to distrust her instrumentsas beginner pilots in zero visibility often doand flew in circles before heading north, believing it to be south. The fog ended, but she continued flying north for hours until she ran out of fuel.
The engine coughed and sputtered, forcing her to set down. Just before landing, she spotted smoke off in the distancemost likely an Eskimo hunting party. Thankful that there were other people nearby, she issued a Mayday call on her radio, hoping the signal could be triangulated, then began the trek over ice toward the smoke.
As she drew closer, she realized that it was not smoke at all, but steamapparently from a hot spring. And there was a herd of animals standing beside it, probably drinking the melting ice. Relieved, Sarah said a little prayer. She had food, water and warmthshe could survive almost indefinitely until help arrived.
Her scope revealed a herd of reindeer, nine of them, and one was standing with its side to her in perfect silhouette. As she set up to take the shot, dialing the scope in further, she noticed that the animals were wearing harnesses, then one doe moved revealing a sleigh. They were hitched to a sleigh! People had to be close by.
Sweeping the spring, she discovered a rotund man with rosy cheeks, long white hair and a full face white beard soaking in the steaming water. Sarah first thought he was asleep, then saw his arm moving and it hit her that he was pleasuring himselfjerking off! And good googly moogly, he was using two hands! Even counting Levi, Sarah had never seen such a gorgeous bologna pony. She decided right then that she was going to get into that hot spring and ride that monster. Besides, she needed to get her panties offthey were soaking wet, an unpleasant, even dangerous condition in sub-zero weather. As the freezing cold cut right through her clothing, she quickened her pace and made a beeline for the spring.
The rosy cheeked man gave a big wave as she approached and roared, “Hello, young lady. What good fortune brings you my way? Ho! Ho! Ho!”
“Hello there mister. I’m afraid I’m lost,” Sarah said, shivering as she approached the spring. “Ya wouldn’t happen to know where I am, would ya?”
“You’re in northern Alaska, miss. Just exactly where, I’m afraid I don’t know. Ho! Ho! Ho!” the rotund man laughed again, furtively checking her out. “But we’ll get you back home safely. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. What’s your name, may I ask?”
“Sarah. Sarah Palin. What’s yours?” She couldn’t help stealing peeks at that huge beaver pleaser he was holding down under the water.
“Ah yes, Sarah Palin. Hmm, Sarah Palin. Just call me Nick, Sarah.”
“Okey dokey, Nick. Say, you wouldn’t happen to have a radio on ya would ya, Nick?”
“No, honey, not here I don’t, but there’s one back at my place. Warm yourself up here in the spring, Sarah, and then we’ll go to my placeget on that radio.”
“It looks mighty good in there, but I don’t want to get my clothes wetthere’s no way to dry them out here in the cold.”
“Oh, my goodness, Sarah, take your clothes off and get in here where it’s warm. There’s nobody around but me and I won’t pay any attentionno attention at all. Now you get out of those bulky old clothes and hop in here where it’s nice and warm.”
“Well, okey dokey, I guess you’re right. I won’t refudiate you,” she said and commenced to quickly disrobe.
Nick nodded in appreciation as her clothes came off. She had great tits, her cold nipples standing out like number nine thimbles, and the shapely lower half wasn’t bad either. “My, my, aren’t you a pretty. Ho! Ho! Ho!” he said.
“Why, thank you, Nick. I do my bestdon’t want to look like no pig with lipstick,” she said shivering as she lowered herself into the steaming water.
“No danger of that. No danger of that at all. My you’re shaking all over. Come here and sit on ol’ Nick’s lap, Sarah, and let’s get you all warmed up while you tell me about yourself.”
Sarah didn’t know when she had met anyone nicer than Nick and she really was cold from the walk and disrobing in the freezing air, plus she wanted to get a closer look at that big pocket rocket of his. “Okey, dokey,” she said, then waded over and plopped down on his lap, immediately feeling the size and strength of his big taliwhacker. “Golly, gee!” she exclaimed, “This really is warmer.”
“Now just put your arm around me like this,” he said, draping her arm around his neck, bringing her breast into contact with his beard, “and let’s see if my body heat doesn’t warm you up real quickly.”
“Yeah, I’m warming up already,” she gushed as his beard tickled her nipple and that swollen cherry smasher of his was beginning to throb, pressing up against her bottom.
“Your lovely breasts must be freezing sticking out here in the cold air. Why your nipples are hard as ice. Here let me warm them up,” he said taking the nearest one into his mouth, as he tweaked and kneaded the other.
“Oh, my! You really know how to warm a girl up, doncha Nick. Gee whiz, I think I just better turn right around here and face you, so you don’t strain your neck,” she said, then turned to face him, wiggling her ass as she straddled his lap. When his big cunny creamer rose up between her legs, rubbing against her sex, she squeezed it between her legs and yelped, “Good golly!”
“Ho! Ho! Ho! That won’t just get you warmed up, honey, that’ll get you fucked,” he said and ran his big donkey dick up and down through her squirming slit a couple of times then slid it into her gaping pussy.
“Holy yikes!,” she said as his giant Kong dong impaled her. It felt as if it was going to split her in half, like her bones were being pressed apart. She felt pressure from her chest to her ass as her pussy stretched to take him. It was the most glorious kitty pleaser she had ever encountered and it immediately set her ablaze. She began to move on it, carefully at first then with more and more abandon. Wrapping her arms around him his neck, she bounced up and down, squealing, screaming, and moaning with each bump, then clutched him like she was dying and came, wailing like a wounded coyote, frightening the reindeer, as she spasmodically jerked and clenched.
“That a girl, Sarah. That a girl,” Nick said and stood up, holding her tightly around the waist. He leaned her back and began to pound her, driving his massive puddin’ pounder into her sopping pussy as she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung onto his neck.
“Lordy, lordy,” she cried, then began yelping loudly, like a wolverine in heat, as that massive moisture missile brought her to orgasm over and over.
Nick shuddered and came, shouting, “Fuck, shit, damn, hell,” as the spasms racked his formidable frame while she quivered and moaned.
Not quite done, he bent her over a rock shelf in the middle of the spring, entered her from behind and fucked her doggie style, his large belly slapping loudly against her tight round ass as he squeezed her tits with his chubby hands and filled her pussy full with his big muffin stuffer. Sarah moaned loudly and yipped like a virgin puppy, then began to come over and over again as Nick pounded her like a bull rabbit on a doe in heat. His big yogurt cannon had her rattling all the way from her tits to her ass.
Nick was unable to hold out any longer and came himself, grunting loudly as he pumped ropes of cum into her clinching cunny. She collapsed, shaking and jerking, exhausted and completely satisfied for the time being. “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Nick exclaimed and smacked her on the ass.
“Did you like that, Sarah?”
“Holy rollers! You betcha, Nick. That was wonderful! I just might get lost up this way again.”
“Any time, Sarah. Any time. Now get dressed sugar britches, and I’ll take you to my place where we can radio your folks while I get you some fuel.”
Nick hitched the reindeer to the sleigh and buckled Sarah in next to him. She couldn’t help giving his big ol’ love muscle a squeeze as the reindeer broke into a trot over the flat snow covered ground, their harness bells jingling merrily, but when they rose into the air she let go of that yogurt Flinger, hung onto the sleigh’s handles with all her might and screamed, “Holey moley! You’re Santa Claus!”
It was dark when they landed at Santa’s place and all Sarah could make out was a rather large compound like a farm or something. Nick got her settled into a cabin suite and excused himself, telling her that elves would take care of her needs and that he would get her helicopter refueled and ready to fly tomorrow.
A chubby little know-it-all white haired elf named Newt came to her suite with a radio phone and waited while she called Todd. She told Todd that she was okay, visiting a friend, and for him to go on to his snowmobile race up in Nome, that she would be home in a few days or so.
“A few days, huh,” Newt said with a smart assed attitude. “I thought we were gonna have you ready to roll tomorrow, Sarah.”
“Well, ya know, I wanted to be sure Todd didn’t worry about me just in case the weather turned bad or something and I didn’t get out for a day or two.”
“Nick gave you a ride on his big ol’ lap rocket, didn’t he. And you want to go again, don’t you?” Newt said with a knowing grin.
“Well, it was a darn good ride, I’ll say that,” Sarah smiled and gave Newt a big wink.
“You’re gonna like it here, Sarah, I see that right now, and we’re sure gonna like you. Ever been with an elf?”
“Well, no, not unless you count Michele Bachmann. But I think of her more as a midget than an elf.”
Newt laughed loudly. “You’re gonna like us elves, Sarah. You just wait and see. For now, let’s get you some clean clothes and a bath and some food. What do you say?”
“Sounds good to me, Newt. These clothes are a little damp.”
“Well, if you’ll just give me what you have on, I’ll get them laundered and while you’re in the bath, I’ll have you some nice clean pajamas sent over. So if you’ll get out of those wet things, I’ll get started.”
“What? Undress right now? In front of you?”
Well, just the jump suit. Leave your bra and panties on. Actually, we don’t pay much attention to nudity up here, so don’t be a prude.”
“Well, that was sorta what Nick said. I ain’t all that modest and I don’t want to go rogue or nothing,” she said and stripped down to her panties and bra.
“My, my, Sarah, you are a beauty,” Newt said, then frowned and took on a deadly serious tone, “Pardon me for noticing, but you have a very odd discoloration of your breastsI can see it running above your bra.”
“Oh, it’s probably just bruises from the seat belt in the chopper.”
“Maybe, but I think it could be more than that. I’m a certified PA, Sarah, and I’d really like to get a closer look to be on the safe side. Here, get in the bed and cover up, then take your bra off, you can stay covered up while I do the exam,” Newt said in his authoritative command voice.
“Well, if you’re a doctor and you think I should,” she said and got under the covers, then slipped her bra off and handed it to him.
“Yeah, you need an exam, Sarah. You need a really thorough exam.”
Newt reached under the covers and squeezed her breasts, first one, then the other, with an expert touch, tracing along the underside of each, barely touching the skin, then giving them a soft squeeze, circling the nipples, giving them a tweak and a tough, sometimes feeling of both breasts at the same time, other times using both his hands on one. Sarah, knew that it was a medical exam, but it was almost like he was teasing her nipples and she found herself becoming more than a little aroused.
“Hmm,” Newt pondered. “I don’t know, Sarah, they seem okay, but I’d like to see how they respond to a temperature change.”
“Uh, okey dokey. You’re the doc.” He really was good with his hands and Sarah wasn’t ready for the exam to end just yet. She was even beginning to wonder if he might need to examine between her legs, just to be on the safe side.
Newt pulled the covers back, revealing her ample tits and blew on her left nipple causing Sarah to shiver, “Hmm, I think it needs to be wetter,” Newt said and took it into his mouth as Sarah uttered a moan. He ran his tongue around the nipple a time or two, then with both hands squeezed her breast up into a cone and blew on the now firm wet nipple, chilling it, before taking it back into his mouth.
Sarah moaned loudly and said, “Holy rollers, doc. Holy rollers.”
“I haven’t found anything yet, Sarah, but I think I should continue looking, don’t you?”
“Good golly, yes, doc. Maybe check down lower, too. I want to be sure.”
Newt reached down inside her wet panties and immediately found her clit with his small hand. He then circled it a few times as Sarah squeezed her own breasts and moaned, squirming under his touch. Next, he tossed the covers completely off and pulled her panties down. He massaged her clit for a moment, then worked his small hand into her pussy, expertly searching for her G-spot, found its spongy tissue and went to work on it with three fingers.
It drove Sarah out of her mind. She came unglued, kicking, squealing, tossing her head, pulling and squeezing her own tits, as she neared orgasm, then screamed and jerked as a bright white light exploded in her brain and her body was overcome with spasms. She began to have one orgasm after another and thought she was going to die.
“Oh, lordy! Oh lordy, lordy, help me. Help me,” she cried jerking from head to toe.
Newt, fearing she was going to have a stroke or something, withdrew his hand and held her until the spasms passed and she became coherent again. He had never seen a woman get so hot. Sarah Palin was one hot piece of ass. He wanted to fuck her, but figured it would be awhile before she would be ready again.
“Holy moley, ” she said, however, “I never. More. Do me some more.”
“Damn, baby! Turn over. I’ll do your pretty hot ass some more,” he said and flipped her over onto her stomach with surprising strength, then raised her up onto her knees, her ass nearly waist high to his short body, and gave her ass a stinging smack to let her know who was in charge.
“Ow! Holy cow,” she said, you’re strong.
“That ain’t all, baby,” he said as he stood behind her, holding her by the hips and rammed his surprisingly large cock into her sopping pussy.
She made a sound like the wind had been knocked out of her as his cock slammed into her, feeling like it was reaching up into her chest. She quickly adjusted to its size and began to moan loudly, moving in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Oh, golly. Oh, golly,” she gasped as his cock began to rub over her clit and G-spot at the same time, getting her hotter with each stroke.
Newt, had never had such a good piece of ass, not even Michele Malkin or Ann Coulter, hot numbers in their own right, who Nick flew in occasionally and who loved to fuck the elves. Sarah was something else and her wiggling, jiggling ass slapping against his stomach was about to make him come. He wanted that wiggling ass, wanted to fuck it badly. He slipped a couple of fingers into her tight hole, spreading it and giving her pussy a full feeling that immediately made her come again, squealing and jerking as her arms became too weak to support her upper body and her face dropped to the bed, scrunching into the pillow. Unable to hold out any longer, he grabbed her around the waist and began fucking her as hard and fast as he couldramming his cock deep inside her while she yelped and squealed, unable to movethen pulled her tightly against his abdomen, drove his cock into her as deep as it would go and shot hard ropes of cum deep inside her pussy.
“Fuck! Take it, take it, take it. Oh shit!” he said, jerking with each hard spasm as he came trying to get every last bit of his big thick dick into her.
When a hot load hit her cervix, she stiffened and came again, clawing the sheets as she yelped loudly with each contraction.
“Damn, baby,” he panted, rubbing his still hard dick through her slit as he took a few deep breaths to get his wind back. “I was gonna get the other elves in here for an orgy, but not now. Baby, I ain’t sharing you with nobody.”
Sophie wandered down the marbled corridor, checking the lights above the doors. She chose a door at random, and walked in. Again, there was a full length mirror on the wall, with which she checked her appearance, but there was no clue as to what might be on the other side of the door. She turned on the red light outside, her heart racing as she opened the second door. On entering, she found herself alone in a luxurious lounge, decorated in a very modern style. The floor was tiled black, with chromed décor around the room. A large red leather sofa was located in the middle of the room. A spiral staircase was situated in the corner, and the walls were covered in erotic art, which Sophie took time to enjoy.
It was very quiet, and Sophie wondered if she would be alone for long. She sat on the red sofa, looking at the paintings, her fingers casually stroking at her pussy. She didn’t have to wait long, hearing footsteps from the staircase behind where she sat. She turned and looked in amazement. Six men, all dressed head to toe in black latex, were slowly making their way down the steps. They were all of athletic build, Sophie could see their rippling muscles through the skin-tight rubber. Their faces were obscured by their latex hoods, which had holes only for their eyes and mouthes. They padded softly down the stairs in silence, their shaved, thick cocks and heavy swinging balls jutting proud from a small opening in the crotch.
“Hello boys!” Sophie gasped.
She lay back on the sofa, lifting her thighs wide apart, exposing her glistening cunt. The men lined up in front of her, identities made unknown by their gleaming rubber costumes. Their cocks bobbed erect as Sophie gave them a display of her pussy, her fingers disappearing into her moist crack. She pulled at her erect nipples, sending jolts of exquisite pain through them.
“Mmmmmmaaaaaaahhhhh,………that hurts so good!” she purred, knowing that she was about to be gang-fucked by the six horny guys.
She turned around, kneeling on the sofa with her ass high in the air and then slipped a finger into her asshole.
“I do hope you’re not going to ignore my tight ass, boys? I love a thick cock in my ass!” she groaned.
The men fell on her, fondling her smooth ass cheeks, her creamy tits that swung beneath, and rubbing their cocks all over her. One man began licking at her wet snatch, pressing his face hard into her crack from behind. His tongue darted and poked wildly from the hole in his latex hood. Sophie was surrounded by hard cock, she reached out grabbing one in each hand. She stroked each erect cock offered to her, squeezing the hard flesh. A man positioned himself in front of her face, offering her mouth his erect cock. A dewdrop of pre-cum leaked from the tip. Sophie quickly gathered it in her mouth, tasting the sweet juice.
“Mmmm…..delicious! I do hope there’s more to come!” she giggled.
The men constantly swapped places, rubbing, licking, and probing their way around Sophie’s body. She suddenly felt a cock pressing at the entrance to her hot pussy lips, and then he was inside her. He slid deep into her slick opening, her strong cunt muscles gripping his shaft. The man began to fuck her, driving his hard cock slowly up to the hilt. The room was filling with the moans of Sophie and the men, as they explored her body. She felt so horny, dressed still in her satin corset, stockings and heels, as she sucked greedily on the next man in turn. She knew that her body was about to be plundered hard by all of them.
Oscar was ready for more, his cock strained at his trousers, aching for release. He walked in the corridor, glancing at the lights above him. Only one was green, maybe it was an omen, he thought to himself. He went inside, eager for more fetish fun and games. Upon entering the anteroom, he was greeted by his friend, Michael.
“This is a surprise, my old friend!” said Oscar.
Michael greeted him with a slap on the shoulders.
“I wanted to show you this room myself”, replied the German, turning the wall switch to red.
Oscar was slightly confused, but desperate to know what lay in store for him. Michael opened the door for him, allowing him to enter. They walked into what looked like a cocktail bar, mirrors were located everywhere, and neon lights lit the room. A barman, wearing a black mask, served drinks from behind a dark granite bar in front of which were some chrome stools. On the stools sat together drinking cocktails, were two 19 year old, Japanese girls, dressed identically in school uniforms. They turned and smiled at Michael, raising their glasses. Michael ushered Oscar to a leather sofa opposite the girls. The petite girls, who could have easily been mistaken for twins, looked horny as hell to Oscar in their tartan skirts and white socks. The budding nipples of their small, pert breasts were clearly visible through their thin white blouses. He felt his cock growing rapidly in his trousers.
He sat down next to Michael on the sofa, not quite knowing what was going to happen next. The girls put down their glasses, and moved a little closer together. They started to kiss, passionately, each reaching for the others breasts. Oscar’s cock was now fully erect and recovered from his previous action, as he watched the girls intently. The girls reached under each other’s skirts, exposing their hairless cunts. The barman carried about his business, seemingly unaware of the show the girls had started. Oscar watched as one girl climbed up onto the bar, kneeling on her hands and knees. She pulled up her short skirt around her waist and said something to the other girl, who climbed up, joining her friend on the bar top.
“What are they going to do?” asked Oscar.
“Wait and see, my friend!” replied Michael.
The first girl spread her soft, young ass cheeks, inviting the other to lick at the pouting lips of her smooth cunt. She took up the invitation, lapping at her friend enthusiastically. She licked and sucked for all she was worth, gradually moving her tongue to the tight puckered entrance of the girl’s asshole. Oscar watched in amazement as the masked barman suddenly produced a large plastic funnel, and a two litre bottle of milk.
“What the……?” Oscar whispered to Michael.
The girl stopped licking momentarily as the barman gently pushed the tip of the funnel into the girl’s ass, which now lubricated by her friend’s saliva. She groaned as the taped tip went deeper into her, stretching her tight anal ring. She rested her head on the bar top, raising her ass high up in the air. She giggled and nodded to the barman. He began slowly pouring the milk into the funnel, and flooding the girl’s bowels. Oscar couldn’t take his eyes from the bizarre show. The barman continued to pour steadily, until the bottle was empty.
“How can she hold so much?” Oscar thought to himself.
The girl groaned loudly every few moments, as waves of gut cramps took over her. The barman went to fetch another bottle and returned to continue filling her ass. Her moans became louder, her stomach seemed swollen with milk, yet she seemed able to take even more inside her. Finally, she had reached her limit, shaking her head violently in submission. Still groaning in extreme discomfort, she carefully swapped positions with her friend. The barman removed the funnel, and a small dribble of milk escaped her milk laden bowels. The barman then repeated the process on the other girl, until they both had their asses pumped full of creamy milk. The girls were now groaning in desperate discomfort, stomach cramps gripping their insides, threatening to expel the milky fluid from their young asses.
Oscar turned to his friend, “This is about to get very messy, Michael!”
Sophie took hold of two men’s cocks, wedging both their glans into her mouth. She loved to suck cock, and having two in her hot mouth at the same time tasted absolutely divine. She caressed each tip with her tongue, feeling the men’s pulses through their rigid shafts. Pre-cum seeped from their piss-slits, which she rubbed over her mouth, making her pouting rouge lips even glossier. The men took turns at her pussy, thrusting wildly so their rubber clad thighs slapped against Sophie ass.
“Oh fuck yeah, fuck me harder boys, fuck, fuck MEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she screamed. “Fuck my dirty cunt, I want your cocks deep inside my dirty cunt, that’s it fuck me, oh yes please!”
She changed position to straddle a man lying beneath her. Her slick pussy slid down his upwards pointing cock until it was fully embedded in her aching pussy. Sophie rode him hard, her ass shaking and wobbling up and down as she ground into his cock. Suddenly she felt another cock, probing at her pussy from behind. Another man was trying to squeeze his cock into her dripping cunt! She felt a burning sensation as the second cock slid in alongside the other, the men groaning as they stretched her pussy wide. It was like having one enormous cock inside her. The men began thrusting in unison, driving Sophie wild with carnal lust.
“Fuck me, fuck my tight cunt, fill me with cock, oh yeah, fuck me, oh Jesus, that feels so fucking wonderful!” Sophie gasped, grinding her pussy onto the men’s cocks. She carried on sucking the two cocks in front of her, and had a cock in each hand, rubbing them furiously. She was now servicing all six of the men at the same time.
“Don’t forget my ass you dirty fuckers! Fuck me in the ass, I want all your cocks to fuck me hard in my filthy whore’s ass!” she obscenely begged to the rubber dressed men.
The man kneeling behind her withdrew his cock from her slippery pussy, and stuck a latex gloved finger into her hot vice-like asshole, finger fucking her while Sophie rode the other man’s cock.
“I’m cumming, aaaaaaah! Fuck yes! I’m cumming!” Sophie’s body went into spasms as her first orgasm ripped through her. Pussy juice leaked from her as she came hard, the finger in her ass triggering her sudden climax. After a minute or two, he felt Sophie’s ass loosen slightly, so he pressed his swollen cock head against her tight rear passage. She felt him enter her, the thick shaft penetrating her hot, dank hole. Her seemingly elastic sphincter stretched around him until he was balls deep in her.
“Fuck me now, both of you! Fuck my perverted ass, and my filthy cunt! Fuck meeeeeeeee!!!” she screamed. The men needed no telling, their cocks pistoning in and out, reaming both her holes.
“Give me a cock to suck, fuck my whorish mouth and make me gag!” she pleaded.
With a man knelt each side of her head, Sophie took turns to suck them alternately. She was going berserk with animal lust. Taking them so deep down her throat, her red lips were able to caress their shaved balls. She gagged violently as they roughly fucked her mouth. Stringy spit oozed from her mouth, slobbering over their cocks, making them glisten.
“Uuuugggghhh!” she gagged, feeling their wet cocks hit the very back of her throat.
The man lying beneath her withdrew his penis, and pushed it hard against her asshole.
“This can’t be happening can it? Surely there can’t be room in my ass for two thick cocks? ” She thought to herself.
She was so hot and turned on now, anything was possible. But sure enough, she felt her ass muscles expanding even further to accommodate the two men. Slowly he forced his way into her gripping, juicy asshole.
“Nnnnnnnooooooooooo……….wait…………uuuuh…..aaaah…..Fuck yes!” Sophie moaned as the two cocks invaded her burning ass.
The men fucked her furiously, plundering her tight asshole, seeking their vile pleasures. Two thick shafts of throbbing male flesh, deeply embedded in Sophie’s stretched ass hole, were driving her crazy. The hooded men frequently changed positions, each of them taking turns at her three fuck-holes, until they approached their orgasms.
“I want you all to cum in my ass hole, I want my slutty ass filled with your hot, slimy cum. Do you think you can do that, you fuckers?” Sophie begged.
The men silently nodded in response. Sophie lay on the floor, against the sofa with her ankles behind her head, so that she was partly upside down spreading her ass cheeks. With her ass hole pointing upwards to the ceiling, the first man pinned her down, straddling her upturned ass. Her once tight asshole was now obscenely gaping wide for all the men to see. The other five men stood in a circle around them, stroking their hard cocks, watching the other man began his anal assault on Sophie. He dipped his cock all the way in and began fucking her to his climax. It wasn’t long before he grunted, and came, spraying his slimy cum into her hot depths.
“Uuuuuh, that’s it, give it to me, fill me up with your sticky seed!” She groaned.
He quickly made way for the next latex covered man, who was going to deposit his load into Sophie. He too, didn’t last long, injecting his creamy mess into Sophie. She could feel her ass filling with hot cum. Each man took his turn, emptying his full balls of cum, until Sophie’s ass was brimming full of sticky white goo. Sophie rubbed furiously at her swollen clit, excited by her ass full of cum, she needed to orgasm so badly.
“Oooooh fuck yes, fucking hell yes, I’m cumming……yes I’m cumming now! Aaaaiiiiieeeeeeee!!!” she cried.
Her body bucked and convulsed, a fountain of girl cum sprayed from her pussy arcing through the air, splashing her upturned face and neck. She completely lost control of her ass muscles, sending a torrent of the men’s combined cum, flowing over her pink pussy lips and down the front of her purple corset, towards her voluptuous tits. Sophie sobbed, crying in ecstasy, she was covered in cum, and her pussy, mouth and ass had all been thoroughly fucked. The men stood paraded in a line, and made their way back to the spiral staircase, leaving Sophie to recover.
Oscar and Michael continued to watch the Japanese girls perform. Both men were feeling incredibly horny now, their cocks aching for relief. One of the girls on the bar began lapping at the others ass, digging her tongue into her cream filled hole, while fingering her own wet pussy. That was enough for the other girl, who was finally unable to contain all the milk trapped in her bloated rectum.
“Uh….. Uh…..Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!” she squealed, releasing an explosion of milky mess, straight into the other’s face. The receiving girl came loudly, digging her fingers deep into her cunt, while her face was showered by the endless jet of milk. Milk went everywhere, mostly down the receiving girl’s front, drenching her white blouse. They changed positions, so that the girl with her asshole full of milk could take her turn to relieve her cramped guts. A second deluge of milk sprayed from her ass, which the other girl tried in vain to gulp down.
The two girls found themselves kneeling in a pool of milk on the bar surface, panting and gasping at their sudden relief. They beckoned Michael and Oscar to join them. The men stripped off their clothes, their hard cocks proudly erect. The girls climbed down from the bar, still soaking wet, and leant over the stools, offering up their ripe young asses. They faced each other, and began kissing again. Oscar gripped one of the girl’s hips, and without any hesitation, plunged his cock deep into her slippery ass. Michael did the same, shoving his thick German cock into the other girl’s back door. The girls whimpered and moaned as the men rammed their cocks into their slick, hot assholes over and over again. Oscar gripped tighter still, holding the poor girl in place. He fucked her savagely, drilling into her young ass without mercy, while Michael relentlessly pounded into the other girl, who was now wailing and crying.
“Fuck that ass, fuck that ass, go on my friend, fuck her hard!” encouraged Michael.
The room was filled with lustful groans and gasps, as the girls were fucked into oblivion. The barman, who until now had remained behind the bar, came in front and stood in between the two girls. His hard cock poked out from his black uniform, aiming it at the girls. He stroked his thick shaft until he came, gushing his steamy white cum over the girls angelic faces. The girls shared it between them, licking the oozing cream from their young faces. Oscar could feel his own climax approaching, his balls tightening until he reached the point of no return.
“Oh yeah, I’m cumming, oh fuck, I’ve got a big load for you sluts…..oh fuck!…Aaaaargh!” Oscar shouted.
He quickly withdrew from the girl’s ravaged ass, and sent his own cum spewing over the Japanese girls. Jet after jet of Oscar’s sticky cum decorated their faces. Michael did likewise with an explosive climax, sending his creamy jizz splattering over the girls already glazed features. There was cum everywhere, dripping down the girls chins, onto their already soaked blouses.
“Fuck, that was good Oscar, wasn’t it?” asked Michael, recovering.
Oscar grinned back at his friend with satisfaction. They picked up their clothes, leaving the girls exhausted and covered in cum.
Sophie went back to her bedroom, where there was no sign of Oscar. She stripped off her dirty lingerie, and soaked in the bath until her husband returned. She heard him enter the bedroom, and called to him.
“Well, how was that for you, my love?”
Oscar peeked into the bathroom, “Fantastic, dare I ask how your evening went?”
Sophie reminisced on her latest depravity. “Everything I hoped for, and more!” came her reply.
The next day, Oscar and Sophie had lunch with Michael and his wife, Katrina.
“Well guys, we hope your first night was enjoyable, yes?” asked Katrina, keen to hear about their erotic experiences.
The four of them sat in the large dining room reserved for guests at their country house. Oscar and Sophie opened up about their debauched experiences, recalling every sexy detail.
“And towards the end,” said Sophie, “Having both those hard cocks in my ass at the same time felt amazing, those horny guys in latex were insatiable!”
Oscar was similarly enthusiastic, “Having my cock milked like that by the nurse was just incredible! She was an expert at fisting me, I’d never felt anything like it before!”
Michael smiled at his old friend, “Yes indeed, she has very special talents, I’ll let you into a little secret, she isn’t employed by us. She stays here for her own pleasure as a paying guest!”
Sophie raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“You didn’t tell me everything about last night!” she joked with Oscar, “You mean to tell me you weren’t the dominant one for a change?” after Oscar had told his wife about being strapped down in the chair.
“Well,” said Katrina, “From what Michael tells me, Oscar was very dominant with the Japanese girls!” They all laughed, raising a glass of champagne in celebration of their first night. “Here’s to more surprises tonight then!” said Sophie.
Later on that evening, Oscar and Sophie prepared themselves for the fetish entertainment ahead. Sophie lay in the bath, shaving. She massaged the cool shaving gel over her steamy cunt, gently stroking the razor to make sure it was completely bald. Her fingers of one hand slipped inside her crevice, while her other hand reached to her nipples, pulling and pinching at them.
“Mmmmm……aaaah……… Oh God, I love pain…..oh God, that feels good…….I need pain……oh fuck…..Oh Jesus…..I need pain tonight, I need to be spanked, I’m such a naughty girl……Oh fuck……yes…….yes…..I’m cumming now, such a naughty girl……yes, I’m cumming…….Oooooowwwwaaaaaaarrrrgh!!!” she screamed.
She thrashed about wildly in the bath, spilling water over the side as she came hard using just her fingers, and her hot fantasies of punishment. Oscar heard Sophie climaxing in the bathroom, and it made his cock throb hard. He was more than eager to see what the night had in store for them both.
A story by The Doctor
Illustrations by PeterPD
After hobbling back up from the dungeon in those impossibly high heels, latex novice Stephanie ignored the pain in her latex clad ankles from the constant “en-pointe” position the spectacular footwear held her feet in, and savoured the cool rush of the midday air across her recently shaved scalp, along with the delicious embrace of her scarlet second skin. The considerable weight of the 2 inch wide steel hoops that now adorned her nipples caused them to bounce gently against the lower curve of her breasts as she walked, accompanied by the simultaneous slap of her inflation bulb against her rubberised thighs, reminding her that the intruder that sat so snugly in her rectum was no secret to any observer. The ferocious posture collar that restricted her vision to that which lay straight ahead gave her an odd sense of security, keeping her in an insular latex world in which she felt remarkably at ease.
As the aftertaste of her Meister’s cum on her palette reminded her of the act she had sunk so quickly to her knees to complete a few moments ago, she was shocked again to realise how quickly she had returned to submissiveness after the brief flare of rebellion she had felt as he had stripped her of her crowning glory.
As she shuffled into the bright and cheery kitchen, bathed in the lunchtime German sunshine, she thought that her husband, who had so graciously loaned his beloved wife to a stranger for six months training, had maybe underestimated her need to be exhibited. He would freak if he could see her now, bald as a baby- but she had a trust in her Latexmeister that she couldn’t explain, and, as she busied herself preparing coffee and pastries for him, she knew that her baldness had a purpose, and felt rather at home with it.
Watching his sklavin struggle with the posture collar, he fondly stroked her smooth head every time she walked past him, making her focus on her baldness each time he was near. Feeling especially proud of her, he gave the bulb between her shiny red thighs another squeeze, enjoying her grunt of acceptance as her still virgin anus took another small step in its journey to complete openness. He had promised himself not to rush her anal training, and to restrict himself to one squeeze per day, but she was such a willing pupil, he saw no reason not to move things on a notch? If he could complete her stage one anal development by the time her hair grew back enough to be displayed publicly, then all well and good- it was another string to his humiliation bow. The rechargeable battery in the plug was due for recharging in the morning, and he was starting to think that leaving the next size up for her to insert in the morning, rather than simply a recharged duplicate of her beginner size trainer might be viable? He would have to decide before bedtime, as everything needed to be in place when she woke.
The rest of the afternoon passed smoothly, as Meister Peter took to the desk in his office, and his latex clad slave familiarised herself with the layout of the home she would be looking after for the foreseeable future. Despite the hobble boots and posture collar, she quickly located everything she needed in the kitchen, along with the basic instruments needed for cleaning the house. She had been told that only the ground floor was her responsibility- she was only to venture upstairs when it was bedtime, at which point she would be led by her leash to the door; and to the dungeon, again leashed, when instructed. Clearly there were areas of the house that she was not meant to see?
As she settled rather happily into her bald latex-clad servitude, Peter occasionally broke off from his work to give her a quick zap with the remote ass vibrator, smiling to himself as the squeal of shock she gave each time became more and more tinged with gratitude. Mid afternoon, he decided he needed a time-out, and reached for the silver bell that sat tantalisingly on his desk-it had been tempting him all afternoon, as he still could feel his slut’s lipsticked mouth on his shaft from the dungeon earlier. As he rang it firmly, but not urgently, he heard Stephanie’s steps change direction, and fancied that he detected a slight increase in pace as she hobbled towards his office to service her Meister.
As she presented herself before him, her steel rings rising and falling on her magnificent latex clad chest, he gestured to her to kneel again before him. As she slipped to groin level, he went to unbutton his fly, and then stopped. She was advancing so fast, he decided to try bringing another part of her training forward. Reaching round to the rear of her slender neck, he slowly unbuckled the posture collar, and as he eased it away from her shoulders, she gasped as her neck muscles again took the weight of her shaved head, taking her quite my surprise at their momentary weakness. As she moved her head around, slowly easing the stiffness in her neck muscles, as the strength returned, he tipped her head back slowly by lifting her chin, and told her to open her mouth.
“Before I allow you to blow me again, latexsklavin, I want to see how sensitive the back of your throat really is? Open as wide as you can, and try not to flinch or gag as I push my fingers to the back” he commanded.
She had known this was coming since her first act of oral submission the previous night-and the idea had turned her on at the time, but she hadn’t expected it this soon, and swallowed rather nervously before opening her heavily lip-glossed mouth so wide her jaw ached, as her Meister began his exploration. There was something desperately humiliating about kneeling, shaved bald, before your new Master as he saw how much of his hand he could cram into her mouth, and the humili-slut in her reacted to this, and her anus clenched it’s plug in excited spasms, as he reached in to her hungry mouth. Excited beyond belief, she waited for his fingers to caress her epiglottis, before her excitement turned to shame as she instantly gagged as he made contact. Not wanting to force her, he withdrew very slightly-
” Now concentrate, little sklavin- mind over matter. You want me to stroke your throat-it excites you. Focus on that” he encouraged, as he prepared to try again.
He was right-she did want it-more than she would ever have dreamed; yet again at the moment of contact she gagged and coated his fingers with throat slime.
Time after time they tried, each time she tried harder than the last, but it was a pure reflex, and he could not massage her throat opening without the same reaction.
Eventually, he gave up, and stroked her baldness for comfort, as she cried unashamedly at her inability to comply. This was her first failure, and he was impressed with her level of regret at it-she really was a natural submissive; more so than he had dared hope.
” Never mind, latex novice Stephanie- I will get something to help you with that for tomorrow- just forget about it now and concentrate on your oral task now” he soothed, and she opened her lips again and took his shaft in with an enthusiasm that said both “I am sorry” and “I am a cum-slut” equally loudly, as Meister Peter enjoyed the best head he had ever received, only just managing to stifle a very un-masterly roar as he emptied his second delivery of the day copiously into her hungry mouth, stroking her baldness again as she swallowed greedily.
She remained kneeling obediently as he reattached the posture collar. As he did up the final buckle, she rose unsteadily to her feet; the ankle hobbles making the task difficult, before being dismissed with a wave as he returned to work.
He left her alone for the rest of the afternoon, seeking to enhance her feeling of shame at his disappointment at her unreceptive throat (he wasn’t in the least –he was fully expecting early failure), but mind games were part of her training, and he let her wallow in her shame as she prepared his evening meal.
As he worked, he found time to email Hans, a friend of his, and fellow Dom, who practiced as a dentist. He agreed to drop by on the way home, and drop off a Novocain spray. He was looking forward to checking out Peter’s new toy, and was thrilled when he was invited to stay for dinner and to inspect his latest acquisition.
Peter stressed that at this early stage, it was inspect only-he wanted her to get fully used to the fact that she was property to be displayed and inspected at will before he allowed the slut to be fully used by anyone else.
The rest of the day passed quickly, with Stephanie hobbling around the house being domestic, just like any regular hausfrau. The erotic embrace of her latex suit, the weight at her nipples, the cool air on her baldness and her inability to move her neck all served as constant reminders, however, that this was no ordinary situation.
She had settled into a relaxed, almost peaceful rhythm, totally at ease with her lot, when, just before 6PM, which was the time she had been instructed to serve dinner, the doorbell rang. Expecting her Meister to answer it, she continued with her food preparation.
“Answer the door, latex novice Stephanie” came the firm instruction from his office.
Shocked, Stephanie was brought back to reality with a bump. She had to answer the door to a total stranger clad in latex, shaved bald, and sporting all manner of bondage accoutrements! She froze momentarily, but the second ring of the bell reminded her that this was real- this was why she was here-to be displayed and humiliated.
Swallowing hard, she hobbled to the door, fighting for her composure as she went.
Opening the front door to reveal the world outside-her own world for the next six months, she was faced with a tall, rather handsome, and obviously German man, smartly dressed and very professional.
As his predatory eyes lit up, and proceeded to devour every inch of her latex clad body, she wondered if the blush she felt extended right across her bald pate?
Unsure how to behave, she curtseyed as well as the hobble chains and collar would allow.
“Guten Abend Meister, und begrüßen” she heard herself say. She had just called a total stranger Master. Were there no limits to her submissiveness?
“Good evening-You must be Stephanie” he beamed. I have been looking forward to meeting you. Your LatexMeister told be you were sensational, and he did not exaggerate”
Flushing still harder, Stephanie led him at hobble pace to the kitchen area, feeling his eyes on her anal inflation bulb as she walked.
Meister Peter stood waiting, beaming proudly.
” Hans-good evening my friend. Glad you could join us for dinner. My new sklavin has been working hard in the kitchen all afternoon despite her somewhat restricted state. I am rather pleased with the way she has settled in. Did you remember her throat spray?” he said welcomingly in German.
Unaware of what was being said, Stephanie stood to attention, awaiting instruction.
“Yes, I have it here. One spray to the back of the throat will numb it completely for ten minutes. Take care to apply it just to the back-you don’t want to numb her whole mouth and spoil her fun? Can I inspect her now?” he replied
” That is what she is here for- she is by definition available for examination-take your time” he offered proudly.
Despite not understanding many of the words, she knew instinctively as Hans approached her that she was to be inspected as if she were merchandise. As the tall German took his time, examining her a inch at a time, tracing the faint outline of her tattoos as he went, she felt her arousal levels rise, despite being stood motionless. Just as her anus started to squeeze her training plug in response, latexmeister Peter, as if he were psychic, pressed the remote somewhere out of her field of vision, and the plug hummed gently into life.
Gasping, she concentrated on standing to attention, relishing his touch as her traced her ink, smoothed her curves through her new skin, and ran his hands appreciatively across her smooth scalp. As he lifted each heavy nipple ring away from her chest, and noticed how the massive pink discs absorbed the load with ease, she bit her lip, teetering on the brink. Sensing this, her latexmeister, still unseen, upped the vibration control and at the same time squeezed her anal bulb twice. Plunged into sensory overload, Stephanie cried out as an orgasm ripped through her body. Even with her pussy in total chastity, the intensity was like nothing else she had known before. The sensations in her arschloch and nipples screamed “schlampe” at her as her legs buckled and she totally humiliated herself in front of the two men, sobbing for more as the butt plug finally stopped.
Stepping over her as if she were invisible, Hans and Peter repaired to the dining table to discuss her performance, leaving the latex clad slut to re-gather her composure and carry on preparing their meal as if nothing had happened.
“You were right, Peter. She is a natural. I never saw such devotion so fast. She looks great in the suit, and baldness really sets the scene. She has stupendous tits, and the nipples are the best I ever saw. I think we will have fun training those- I think they will break some weight lifting records? It is a shame we can’t see her tattoos better though-they look awesome” enthused Hans, still in German
” I decided to put her in the heavy grade rubber for a while to develop her sensory perception of its tactile power- but you are right, her body art needs displaying sooner rather than later. Besides, as you can see, she is already rather hooked on its embrace. I will have her sleep naked again tonight, to enjoy the kiss of her latex bed-sheets. In the morning I will put her in a fully transparent pink bodysuit, with built in feet, and keep her in that or similar 24/7 for a while. Why not call round again tomorrow and check her out?” he replied, as the latex novice arrived carrying plates, and served them a surprisingly good spaghetti carbonara with baby mussels and garlic bread. As she returned with a bottle of claret that Peter had selected and opened earlier, they smiled as she struggled to pour it as her posture collar kept the target wineglasses out of her field of vision.
As she eventually finished her task, Peter gestured to her to sit next to him, as he served his sklavin a portion of the Italian cuisine. Blushing again as she had to hold her inflation plug to one side in order to sit, she enjoyed the feel of the rubber suit as it stretched across her tattooed ass.
As the posture collar made it impossible to feed herself, her latexmeister fed her a mouthful ever few minutes, as one would a baby, as he and Hans eagerly discussed his new inmate, totally ignoring her other than to offer food to her scarlet lips.
She understood none of what they said, but from the way the gestured at the spray bottle that was obviously of pharmaceutical origin, and then at their throats, she had a good idea of the gist of it. Very few words made sense, but she did keep hearing them mention ‘eine Maschine’ on various occasions. Assuming the word was similar to the English, she was more than a little nervous at this development.
She was ignored for the rest of the evening, save for being fed.
As she cleared away and washed up, they carried on their animated and enthusiastic conversation that was clearly about her. Words like ‘zitzen’ and ‘Euter’ kept cropping up, but she had no idea what they meant. Deciding that if she needed to know, she would be told, she happily finished her chores, and, after serving coffee, was led on her leash, to her room by her latexmeister. As he opened the door bearing the legend “Sklavin”, he unbuckled her posture collar, and stooped down to remove her hobble shoes as she stood obediently to attention.
“Goodnight latexsklavin Stephanie-sleep well” he said softly but masterfully, before turning on his heel and rejoining Hans.
Realising that she was dismissed, she replied ” Goodnight Latexmeister” and as the door closed behind her, she allowed her neck muscles to readjust to the unfamiliar task of supporting the weight of her bald head, before switching on the TV and winding down from a startling day.
As bedtime approached, she unbuckled the chastity device, before unzipping and peeling off the latex cocoon with a reluctant sigh. Placing the items of clothing in the carousel device for disposal, she headed for the shower, only the slap of her inflation bulb against her thighs and the weight of her new nipple rings detracting from her nakedness.
As she stood under the powerful jets and luxuriated in the steamy environment, she soaped her tattooed body lovingly, feeling the great weight of each breast as she washed it carefully to avoid pulling too hard on her new rings. Feeling overcome with her own femininity, she went to wash her hair and, with a shock, touched her own baldness for the very first time. Gasping at the tactile shock, she was forced to remember that less than 24 hours ago she had a full head of hair; regular sized steelwork in her nipples, and a vacant and unstretched arschloch! Thinking of Phil, she wondered how he would react when he saw his new look wife, and shuddered as the erotic value of both of their helplessness in this adventure brought another orgasm, as her arschloch again clenched the plug, and Stephanie amazed herself by pumping the bulb herself to make up for the missing vibrations.
After standing in the drying arch until utterly moisture free, she slipped excitedly into the bubblegum pink latex sheets and wondered what tomorrow held. As she dozed off, a thought suddenly struck her- she had orgasmed while not wearing latex!
Should she tell Latexmeister?
Downstairs, Peter bade Hans a fond farewell before settling down in front of his PC and e-mailing Phil. It was time he knew the enormity of his wife’s progress
Back in England, Phil had been waiting all evening for his inbox to ping. When it did and he saw the missive was from Germany, it was with trepidation that he opened the attachments.
Taking in the heavy red cat suit and the monstrous nipple rings, he felt his erection grow. As the various shots showed the anal plug and bulb, the chastity device, and the hobble shoes, his breath became shorter- his wife looked amazing, and was clearly in ecstasy. As he opened mpeg at the end, his jaw dropped. Someone bald was giving Peter the blowjob from heaven-surely he didn’t have two slaves there…then as the camera panned closer, he saw the outline of familiar tattoos on her back, and instead of fury at his wife’s defilement, he orgasmed there and then at his computer table.
The following morning looked like being another bright and sunny day, as the drapes did little to hold back the sun’s rays. Latexsklavin Stephanie awoke to the sound of the buzzer from a jumble of confusing dreams; some erotic, others troubling; and snuggled her tattooed curves down into the latex sheets as if drawing strength from them for the day ahead. Stretching her body seductively, she trod gently to the bathroom and, after deflating the plug in her arschloch, eased it somewhat reluctantly from it’s snug seat, enjoying the feel of the air on her rectal walls briefly before the sphincter closed a little less tightly than it used to. After thoroughly disinfecting the plug as instructed, she went about her morning ablutions as instructed, surprising herself again with the ease and thoroughness that her morning bowel evacuation happened with.
After another long shower and through drying, she eased the new plug that had been laid out for her, fully recharged, into her greedy and willing arschloch, noting how readily it slipped in with only the merest hint of lubrication. Only 24 hours ago, she would have found that operation difficult, but now she welcomed it as a long lost friend. Enjoying the familiar feel of the bulb at her thigh, she sat at the dresser and spent as long as she dared on her make-up, again paying special attention to her eyes. Now she was bald, they were the focal point of her face, and she took great pride in making them as seductive as possible. After a liberal layer of crimson lip-gloss, she felt ready for the day, and excitedly approached the carousel unit to see what lay there in wait for her to wear today. She had fully expected the heavy rubber cat suit again, and nearly squealed with delight when she lifted the gossamer thin pink transparent latex suit that lay within. Made from the same material as her travel clothes had been, she felt a sense of privilege that she was being allowed to enjoy such luxury again so soon. Appling a thin dusting of talc to the feet pieces, she wriggled her body into the second skin, thrilling at every aspect of its touch. As she smoothed it up her legs, and then deftly eased her tattooed butt into it, before the sleeves and each dainty little shoulder followed, she stood and gasped as the feather light wrapper kissed her whole body. It was so finely made, that the zipper was barely visible, and as she reached behind and pulled it closed, she savoured that ‘just vacuum packed’ sensation again as she drew the fastener right down to the pipe of her inflation device.
“All right, ladies and gentlemen, that would be all for today. Remember that your assignments are due next Tuesday.” Karlien closely watches the Economics lecturer, a slight frown of concentration on her forehead. He starts packing away his books, and he switches off the computer after closing the Power Point he used to present his lesson. She takes it as a cue that he is well and truly finished, switching off her microphone in the sound proof interpreter’s booth at the back of the lecture hall. She quickly moves outside to collect the headsets from the English students, commonly referred to as the users at the interpreting services. She clears her throat, smiling and telling the students to have a good day. Finally, the last loitering user returns his headset. She takes out the box of alcohol swabs to clean each before packing them away. As she is working, she stretches her head, easing her tense muscles. It has been a long day, and her mind and body is beyond tired. She is glad that it was Economics at the end of the day. She doesn’t like to think of herself as a perfect interpreter, nobody is, but at least she knows Economic terminology like the back of her hand. It is her speciality. She knows the lecturers as well, she is familiar with their way of speaking, and she knows all their quirks.
“Can I have a word with you, Karlien?” somebody says behind her. She jumps slightly, having thought that everybody had left. Even though she is tired and focusing on her last task, and amidst being startled out of her thoughts, she immediately recognises the voice as belonging to Mr Zackary Dwayne. He is one of the younger Economic lecturers, and she has just spent the last hour and a half carefully listening to each syllable passing his lips. She sighs inwardly and plasters on her professional face. She is a very shy person, and she seldom says more than she needs to to anybody.
“Mr Dwayne, yes, of course. How may I help you,” she answers in the friendliest voice she can muster, speaking Afrikaans, according to protocol, and as he had addressed her in that language. In the multilingual society she lives in it is easy to switch between languages without skipping a beat.
“Some of my English students had been telling me you have been getting terminology wrong, and I wondered how I can help you master the correct terms,” he says with a sober tone. Karlien is completely dumbstruck, and she feels the cold sweat breaking out on her palms. She frowns, a million thoughts running through her head. As she is a linguist, she struggles with unfortunate perfectionist tendencies. She runs through every word she said, looking for the mistakes. She knows every word on the list that she had made, but had she gotten the context wrong somewhere? She never knew how to deal with criticism, and to avoid it, she made sure to be a straight A student right through to her Honours that she finished the year before.
“I don’t understand, Mr Dwayne, which terms,” she implores, after realising that she is staring at him like an idiot.
“There is a long list of which the students told me about in my office, if you wish to go through them. However, I am quite surprised. Mrs Viviers assured the Faculty that we would not have this problem, and if we did, we were to take it up with her,” he states, making sure the weight of the reprimand sinks in. He nods his satisfaction as he sees the flicker of fear on Karlien’s face. It almost makes him smile, but he knows it is too early in the game to allow that. Karlien is beside herself with panic. If Mrs Viviers, her boss, finds out, she would be in a very uncomfortable position indeed. Karlien doesn’t actually know what happens when there is a complaint laid against one, her pride prevents her from ever wanting to find out. She does concede that it would not be the end of the world; she knows she can’t get fired from one complaint, but it sure as hell would not look good for the raise she is hoping to get.
“Yes, of course,” Karlien mumbles, speaking almost without thinking, merely following protocol. “The Interpreting Service does all it can to provide our clients with an impeccable service. This should never happen, and I will do my utmost best to ensure it does not happen again. Would you be so kind as to e-mail me the list, and I will make sure that I know how to use every word. Also feel free to contact our manager, Mrs Viviers, in this regard.” As she speaks, she hears her voice trembling. She trains herself to take control of her tone, and the result is a professional-sounding statement. Zackary shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Oh no, my soon-to-be pet, he thinks to himself, you are not getting off so easy.
“Indeed I shall,” he says vehemently, “if it appears to me that you are not making every effort possible.” He pauses once again to see his words taking effect in a hopeful glance on her features. He had studied this quiet girl for a long time, and it pleases him immensely to know he has her all figured out. He knows he has attacked her most vulnerable spot since she was a very driven and focused girl. He also knows he would have it difficult if he tried to manipulate her in any other way. Anybody else would recognise his claim as entirely bogus, as she is an excellent interpreter, who is in high demand in the faculty. Everybody knows, everybody, except Karlien. Her insecurity about her performance is exactly what makes her perform so well. He would love to train that intense focus on him. She would make such a perfect pet.
“So, no,” he continues, “I shall not e-mail it to you, because that would not ensure me of your effort. I shall go through the list with you personally and we shall discuss the translations in my office. Then you shall return there tomorrow afternoon for me to test your accuracy for myself.”
Had Karlien been thinking straight, she would have smelt a rat at his insistence to go to his office. All she can think about now is proving to him that she is more than worth her salt and she starts collecting her belongings.
“I will meet you there in ten minutes,” she croaks, “I have to put away my equipment.” She feels tears burning just on the surface and she busies herself to hide her feelings. She hates herself for not being able to handle the situation better.
“All right,” Zackary says slowly, as if he distrusts her. “I will meet you there.” With that he turns on his heels to stalk out of the venue. When he is out of sight, he slows to a more leisurely pace, jingling his keys and whistling a happy tune. How he loves the chase!
Karlien packs away the last of the headsets. Her heart is racing and she cannot manage to think coherently. Never in her life had she fucked up her work. It is not such a colossal issue as she makes it out in her mind, but Karlien does not deal well with failure.
“Fuck,” she mumbles, “the recording!” Of every interpreter in every module there is a recording of a class for quality control purposes. She vows to get a hold of it as soon as possible so that she can listen to it and hear for herself. She will even offer it to Mr Dwayne to assuage his doubts.
With this thought in her mind, she relaxes, knowing that it would erase all her doubts. It is something she can focus on, work on. It would help her fix the problem. She sighs, wipes away the threatening tears, and walks purposefully to Mr Dwayne’s office. It is already nearly six o’clock. The School of Economics is deserted, and she has to swipe her card to get through the turnstile into the building. She walks up to the third floor, feeling slightly out of breath as she scans the directory to find his office number. It is way at the end of a dark hall, and she can see the light from his office streaming under the closed door. It looks foreboding, and she shivers, losing her short-lived confidence. She knocks timidly, biting on her lip and stealing herself.
“Come in,” she hears him command, his voice muffled. She feels the cold sweat on her hands again as she touches the steel knob and turns it. For a moment, she just stands there, with the knob turned down, without opening the door.
“Oh for heaven’s sake, come in! I haven’t got all day,” he barks and she hears his footsteps thudding closer. The door is wrenched from her hands and she falls into the office with the motion. She trips and lands on her knees, her shoulder bag falling to the floor with a heavy crash. He closes the door while thinking to himself how appropriate her position is. She would soon learn to love it. He is almost sure of it.
“Have a seat, it is more comfortable than the floor,” he says, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. For a brief moment, as Karlien stands up and straightens her clothes, a look of annoyance darkens her face. What an asshole, she thinks, but then the mortification sets in. She must look a complete blundering fool. She blushes as she looks at his face, strict and no longer smiling. The thought flies out of the window as she remembers her predicament. She sits down gingerly on one of the seats in front of his littered desk, nursing the bruise on her knee. She opens her bag and draws out her extensive terminology list that she has been working on for the whole year. She hands it to Zackary without saying a word. He raises his brow quizzically, and takes it from her, scanning the page. He admits himself to be quite impressed. There are words on the page that even he does not know the translation of. He takes out the bullshit list he prepared and compares it. She did not make one single error, and in fact, added a lot more detail. He silently scolds himself for giving so little thought to the amount of preparation there must go into interpreting.
“Mr Dwayne,” she whispers barely audibly, and he gives a glance at her impatiently. She almost loses her nerve to speak, but she presses on, “the Interpreting Service holds a… a recording… that you can… that we can use… to uhm, to assess my performance…”. Her voice trails away into silence.
“I have listened to it, since they sent me a copy afterwards,” he says. He can visibly see her face fall, and he gloats with the knowledge that he has knocked the wind completely out of her sails. He did listen to it, and promptly destroyed it. It was a perfect example of educational interpreting. He also has a friend in the Interpreting Service that made their copy accidentally permanently disappear. Of that he did not forget. “I was not very impressed at all, and it became very clear to me that if I value the education of my English students at all, something needs to be done,” he states matter-of-factly.
“Of course, Sir,” she replies and hangs her head. Just hearing the honorific sets his skin tingling. He has her just where he wants her. He laces his fingers, deciding how to continue. He nods to himself, seeing his way forward.
“This list of yours seems to be in order, it is beyond me why you aren’t using it,” he says in an accusatory tone. She presses her lips together, as if to say something. He waits for her to speak.
“Please, Mr Dwayne, I know every word on that list,” she blurts out. He smiles.
“Prove it to me,” he says. “What’s the Afrikaans word for ‘indifference curve’?” As he hoped, she is caught completely by surprise, which gives him a couple of seconds. Furthermore, she usually interprets from Afrikaans to English, not the other way around, which would give him just a split second or so more. She stares at him gaping like a fish. Just as he sees her drawing breath to speak he says, “Clearly you do not know every word on this list.” He stands up abruptly. Karlien has the word on her lips now, and she plans to say ‘onverskilligheidskurwe’, but she is startled by his determined movement around the desk.
“It is ‘onverskilligheidskurwe’. Hold out your hand,” he says, before she can say anything.
“What? Why,” she asked, completely baffled out of her irrational fear and professional politeness. He narrows his eyes at her and grabs her limp arm still cradling her knee. He takes a metal ruler from his desk and smacks her hard over her upturned fingertips. Now the gamble comes in. He watches her reaction closely. With the initial impact, the shock makes her try and pull her hand away, but he is ready for that. He grips tightly and watches, waiting. He sees her eyes, big and round, with shame and guilt and tears in them. Her lips tremble.
“I do this in order for you to learn. I do not think you would forget again,” he explains. “Also, I do not appreciate your tone.” Actually, I am testing to find out if you are as submissive as I think you are, he retorts to himself.
“I am sorry, Sir, I will not forget,” she mumbles half inaudibly after what seems like a life time of crashing silence. Zackary wanted to dance on the spot. She could have said a million things. She could have gone with ‘you fucking bastard’, or ‘take this up with my manager, but I won’t stand for this’ or even, ‘take this up with the police’. Instead she says that.
“I know. I will make sure you don’t. ‘Gross Domestic Product’,” he continues with her palm still firmly gripped, without any resistance, the metal ruler hovering menacingly above it. He silently counts to three. He knows she has not recovered enough to answer him yet, but he does not want to allow her any time to think at all. He slaps her again, and she jumps in the seat, swallowing a small groan.
“That would be ‘Bruto Binnelandse Produk’,” he says to her, as if he is talking to a slow ten year old. “You really are a stupid girl,” he chastises, knowing that the words would cut her like nothing else he could do, and he sees the tears finally spilling over her cheeks. “‘Government expenditure’?”. He smacks her again. He knows she would soon catch up with him. “‘Nash equilibrium’?”.
“Nash ewewig! Nash ewewig,” she cries out, before he can spank her already smarting hand again.
“Good girl. But one out of four is not very satisfactory. I am very disappointed. Stand up,” he commands, and when she does not immediately obey he pulls her of the chair with such a force that she falls forward over his desk. The sound of the ruler falling to the floor reverberates in the quiet room. For a brief moment he sees her round ass cheeks peeking out underneath her black skirt. By professional standards it is not too short, but the motion has dishevelled her, and it quickly falls back into place. He takes comfort in the idea of sorting her wardrobe out later. He grabs her hair and forces her awkwardly to the corner of his office against the wall. She struggles very little, but he sees her breathing increase.
“I don’t think…” she gasps with her face pressed tightly against the wall, but suddenly she feels his hand around her throat.
“Yes, you slow-witted wretch, that is the problem,” he growls with his lips next to her ear. Karlien suddenly realises the absurdity of the situation. This should not be happening, and I should not be accepting this so calmly. Even though his words sting her, she begins to understand that this is well beyond her performance in class. Motherfucker, he is playing a game with me! He wants me to feel this way. He feels the change in her demeanour as she subtly tries to untangle herself from him. He allows her to turn around and face him, but he does not move away from her, and he keeps her close against the wall. She stares at him, searching his face, and she finds that she cannot keep his gaze. His eyes are demanding, it is willing her to accept. She cannot shake the feeling that she wants to please him, she wants those eyes to look at her with approval. She takes stock of how she is feeling, how her body is reacting. She is shocked to notice her nipples poking against her bra, and a dark attraction is present that moistens her pussy lips as she unpuzzles his motives.
“Let me go, please,” she requests, yet he can hear the determination in her voice.
“I will, on one condition,” he replies. “Tell me you don’t want me to rip your lacy white panties of that steamy wet cunt of yours, and fuck you over my desk. Better yet, let your body tell me.” He smiles as she catches her breath, and as she subtly leans into him. His hand still in her hair to keep her in place, he slowly unbuttons her blouse. She watches him as if petrified, she watches herself break out in goose bumps as the air hit her near naked skin, she watches as her blouse hit the floor behind her in a puddle as she moves to allow it not to be caught between her body and the wall, sliding easily over her limp arms. His slow deliberate movements traced to the clasp of her bra, which soon follows suit. Her nipples grow harder, and she acknowledges more to herself than to him, “My body betrays me.”. He laughs softly and swoops down to suck one small pebble into his mouth. She moans softly. He starts using his teeth, nibbling harder and she squirms under him. He twists the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He notes with pleasure that this slut would love breast torture before too long. She is so responsive to his ministrations, her hips is slowly humping the air. He stops and starts unzipping her skirt. He can already smell her arousal, he know he will find her wet, very very wet. He slips his index finger between the lace of her panties and her skin.
“Wait,” she says. He stops, but does not remove his hand. He looks at her, and finds her lust filled eyes looking right back at him. “A crack whore’s body wants crack. Doesn’t mean you should give it to her,” she moans, half pleading with him to persuade her differently.
“Depends,” he answers moving his hand completely into her undergarment and cupping her warm and leaking pussy. “If you’re the pimp, you’d get your whore some crack. Am I the pimp,” he asks as he starts stroking his thumb over her clit. She groans deeply and humps his hand slowly. He inserts a finger into her slick folds and starts a rhythmic fuck, adding another when he hears the squelching sound. He watches her closely and helps her closer to the edge by biting her tits again, bruising the full inviting flesh just above her areola. She starts fucking his hand vehemently, and he allows this to go on for a moment longer, and then he withdraws completely. He smacks her face, and her eyes that had closed in ecstasy, flew open. He grabs a hold of her throat again, squeezing slightly and barks, “I said, I am your pimp, whore?”
“Depends,” she says huskily, breathing deeply, tempting danger, chasing adrenaline. “Are you going to pay me? I charge extra for working overtime.” He slaps her again.
“Fucking brat,” he spits, half amused. “Do you want me to punish you? Me allowing you the privilege of cumming is payment enough. I don’t think you deserve it anymore.” She smiles coyly at him. He marvels at the change that has come over her. He did not expect this to go down this route. It occurs to him that she is not unfamiliar with the bdsm scene. Her training has just gone astray somewhere. He would question her about it later. Right now he has much more pressing matters, pressing painfully against the front of his pants, in fact.
“I think your smart ass mouth should learn what it is to be used for,” he says, pushing her down to her knees in front of him in one swift push. He unbuckles his belt and watches her eyes looking knowingly up at him. It drives him crazy that he lost his edge. He unloops his belt and loops it around her neck and pulls it tight against her throat. He grasps it tightly and pulls her face against his groin.
“Undo my pants, and start using that pretty little mouth of yours for what it’s made for,” he commands. She looks so damn sexy with her hair dishevelled, he thinks to himself. Her cheeks are clearly flushed and her half-closed eyes are sparkling. She licks her lips and raises her eyes to briefly meet his. He is stunned by the desire he sees in them, but he can see the clogs turning. She is completely aware of what he is, and who she is. She is not considering that at all, he knows. He knows things would have gone in a completely different way if she was. She wants to do exactly as he commands her, but she seems to be fighting it. Her hands move toward his trousers, but she stops them in mid-air and lowers them to her lap again. She seems very comfortable on her knees. She does not try to move out of her position he notes. He waits for her to express what is going on in her mind.
“What if I don’t want to, hypothetically speaking,” she asks. Her breathing is still irregular and her voice is husky, but he is not surprised. A person has heart and logic. A person who only listens to one is only half a person, in his opinion.
“If I were convinced that that is true, I would apologize profusely, and I’d probably lose my job before the end of the week. I took a huge risk, but not an uneducated one,” he admits, tugging on the makeshift leash, causing her face to be within inches of his cock.
“So I have a choice,” she smiles at him, nipping at the fly of his pants. He responds by pushing his groin into her face and wrapping his hands in her hair again.
“Only one,” he growls, “yes or no?”
“What am I saying yes to,” she asks, muffled by his body, obviously squirming on her legs as she gyrates her hips.
“Yes to never saying no again, within reasonable bounds,” he answers, stroking the back of her head.
“Who decides what’s reasonable?”
“I do, Karlien. I am a reasonable and sane human being. There is only yes and no. You can say no at any time, but it works the same way. You can never say yes again.” He steps back, watching her consider this. She shrugs.
“Fair enough,” she says, by way of understanding. He shakes his head. It is too quick to make a decision like that, and she should know it. She sees his frown, and she shrugs again.
“I understand exactly what you are suggesting, I do. I don’t know you very well, however. I don’t know if I can trust you yet. If you don’t ask for more trust from me that I can give with the information I have, we should have no problem.”
She seems more focused now, no longer squirming. Zackary considers what she said, and he realizes that his original plan of showing her how good submission can feel needs to be reassessed. He makes a decision for the long run, which does not sit well at him with the moment. His cock is crying for instant gratification. He closes his eyes for a brief moment and takes a deep breath. Two slow steps backwards has him leaning on his desk and he folds his hands across his chest. She stays on her knees and follows his movement attentively.
“Give me your panties,” he says slowly, and she feels almost hypnotised. His voice changed, it is calm and deep and laden with authority. She looks at her last layer of protection. She hesitates a moment as she realized that each piece of clothing that he peeled of her without her objection was her saying yes. Licking her lips and keeping her eyes trained on him she leans forward and lifts her hips. In a slow movement she draws the soft material over her ass, feeling a slick trail following it down her upper thighs. As it reaches her knees, she sits up to allow it over her feet. When it is completely free of her body, she dangles the panties on her index finger, held out to him. A small grin of satisfaction spreads on his face, but he doesn’t take the item from her.
“Put it on the messy pile over there with the rest of your clothes, and return to your position. Let me see your ass as you crawl, girl. Carry them in your mouth,” he demands. She licks her lips again and makes a show of taking a very tiny bit of lace and biting firmly on it. He enjoys her kneeling there in the middle of his office floor, his belt dangling between her smallish breasts, and an obviously soaked pair of knickers hanging from her mouth. She stretches her body forward until she is on all fours and she turns around so her back is to him. She looks at her over her shoulder, watching him watching her. He is clearly admiring her spankable bottom with a pussy winking at him between the cheeks. Her cheeks are flushed, equally obviously enjoying the humiliating act. He wonders idly how far he can push her with regard to that. Maybe he can start small, with her wearing short skirts and no panties, and move up from there?
She crawls the few steps to the corner of the room, and drops the panties on the pile. She wonders how she didn’t fall over her skirt as it slipped of her earlier on, with her slippers clearly entangled in the mess. She stays absolutely still, looking at her panties, on top of her skirt and her black shoes, enclosed in her blouse and bra. She realized this image was probably going to burned into her mind for a while yet. He says nothing, and she gives herself a mental shake and turns her head over her shoulder again for further direction. Was a shag too much to hope for at this time, she asked herself.
“To me,” he says, barely above a whisper as his eyes meet hers once again, pointing to the space of floor directly in front of his shoes. She turns around with an uncomfortable motion and crawls to him. The barely two and a half meters of floor space feels like a red carpet to her. It feels like the paparazzi should be blinding her with camera flashes, and her body breaks out in goose bumps. The intensity of his stare on her body continues to unnerve her as she finally stops in front of him and she sits back into a kneeling position.
“You are so beautiful, Karlien,” he says as she shyly looks up at him. His voice radiates sincerity, and pure male appreciation. She flushes at the compliment, refusing to take it to heart too much. That is what a guy is supposed to say in a situation like this. It is not really her idea of what a dominant should say, but it doesn’t worry her too much since she is very much aware of the fact that the bdsm scene is as wide as the ocean, and its players as different as the citizens of South Africa. He also realizes that he was overcome with the contented feeling he had from the minx in front of him. He had been hoping for somebody like this for a long time, perhaps too long a time. It probably lead him to the desperation of pulling off something like this. He strokes her hair briefly and hardens himself.
He walks around her and tells her to keep her eyes in front of her. He purposefully stalks to the pile of clothing and scoops it all up in one movement. Karlien hears him busying himself with her clothes, but she forces herself not to turn around and satisfy her curiosity. Suddenly she hears the door open and before she can object she hears it shut again. She swivels around only to find herself completely alone in the room.
“What the fuck,” she rudely demands from unknown cosmic forces. She jumps up and walks to the door, tentatively opening it whilst making sure her body is covered behind it. It is just in time to see him disappearing down the stairs with her clothes in tow. She swears again knowing she doesn’t have the courage to go after him, even if she is almost sure the building is deserted this time of day. She bangs the door shut again, louder than she meant to, and she looks around the office. The tablecloth is the only item that seems to present an answer to her predicament, but she’d have to move the computer to get it off the table. Her bag is still there, and it contains her cellphone, but there is absolutely no way that she is calling up her friend, demanding that she is to come to the Economics building and to bring clothes. Not yet. He is bound to come back, she tells herself frantically… hopefully before tomorrow morning. She is sure as hell not walking all the way home wrapped in a gaudy flower print table cloth.
She slumps down in the chair she had occupied earlier on, and she bites her lower lip. The frown is back on her forehead. The fucking bastard stole my clothes, she thinks, but her inner submissive points out respectfully, but insistently, that she gave her clothes to him, she allowed him to take them. The thought makes her push her thighs tightly together. She sighs and accepts that she is probably going to have to wait for him for quite a while. Might as well use the time to clear her mind, she decides with a bratty smile on her face. She has always wanted to cum on a lecture’s desk…
She gets up abruptly and clears a space in the middle of the desk. She climbs up haphazardly, causing a book to flutter unceremoniously to the floor. She shrugs and tells the book that it can deteriorate into fucking dust on the floor for all that she cares. She leans back on her elbows, and then flat onto her back. Her hair falls over the end of the desk, touching Zackary’s chair. She spreads her legs, making sure that her pussy would be the first thing seen if anybody should come through the door. She brings four fingers to her mouth and she scoops out a liberal amount of spit, and then she rubs it all over her cunt. It doesn’t actually need the extra lubrication, but she enjoys the squelching sound it produces. She starts by swirling the spit and girl juice around over aimlessly, and then her circular motion becomes smaller until she zooms in on her clit with two fingers. She rubs it slowly at first, but as she imagines how dirty she must look at this moment her movement become more erratic and pronounced. Her hips start lifting off the table, and she suddenly thrusts her fingers into her wet hole, fucking herself wildly. Her other hands busies itself by pinching her nipples. She moans a little as she starts to feel the familiar oncoming orgasm, and she forces herself to slow down, floating in the wanton desire, prolonging the inevitable. She removes her hand slowly from her cunt and she smears the juices over her stomach, then using both her hands to twist and grab at her tits. As her orgasm recedes slightly she dips her hand back into her pussy. She rubs her clit hard with the flat of her palm, with her index finger curled into her. It builds again and this time she knows she is not going to stop. She pants out a cry as it crashes over, an electric jolt that starts in her groin and flows out to every part of her being.
For a moment she lies there with one hand resting on her between her legs and the other on her left boob, legs akimbo, toes curling over the edge of the desk. Oblivion takes her for that moment, where nothing registers in her mind, but slowly she becomes aware of approaching footsteps. Briefly she considers getting up and making herself presentable. Zackary opens the door and he is immediately faced with a puffy red sex, clit poking angrily out. The smell in the air is a clear indication of what just took place on his desk. He feels his cock twitches at the invitation right on front of it. It takes every ounce of his control to not just strip down out of his pants and walk his aching dick right into that soft flesh. He breathes deeply and takes stock of his possessions rudely shoved to the side, and even some of it that fell to the floor. He shakes his head with a frown of disapproval when she leans her neck up slightly to stare at him with lust dazed eyes.
“I can’t leave you alone for fifteen minutes without you acting like a spoilt whore,” he barks as he crosses the space between them in a few swift steps. Slowly panic registers on her features but she is still too sluggish to react in any way. He grabs both of her wrists and holds them in one of his large hands, grabbing the belt still around her neck, and he loosens it roughly. He twists the buckled end into a handle, and folds it into a loop. He smacks her across her breasts, not particularly hard, but in rapid smacks that makes her wince. He knows her nipples must be sensitive at this point, judging by the claw marks around it. She finally finds her breath and she starts making objecting cries, drawing her knees up to protect her breasts. Zackary sees this as an opportunity to start smacking her now available ass cheeks. He strikes her until she stops struggling and then he drops the belt to the floor, glaring at her angrily.
She rolls over on her stomach in an attempt to get up, but as soon as her boobs touch the table top, grabs her wrists again, and pins them behind her back. He drags her down towards him, and allows her legs to drop to the floor, effectively leaving her bent over his desk. He steps behind her and presses his trouser-clad cock against her buttocks. He leans over her, his mouth now next to her ear.
“You owe me an orgasm, darling. You took one from me, so now I’m going to take one from you in a way that you are not going to like,” he whispers menacingly. She shivers, both from the proximity of his body, and the threat hanging in the air. She feels him move away from her, but she is fixed to the spot. A moment later she feels him loop the belt tightly around her wrists.
She moans and is suddenly acutely aware of the rough material of the cloth on her nipples. She wriggles her wrists, realizing that they are probably going to stay exactly the way they are. With the end of her recent orgasm went the sexual haze that had been clouding her mind, and she struggles to comprehend how exactly it happened that she was now in this position. She breathes loudly and absurdly notices the afternoon light fading through the branches of an alien acorn tree. It seems to have a million fingers gripping millions of crops and canes and floggers.
She hears a disturbing sound behind her, the kind somebody makes when they have phlegm in their throat they wish to dislodge, and she feels his fingers spreading her ass cheeks apart. A second before it happens she knows what his plan is. A wad of spit lands on the top of her crack. She feels herself blushing hotly as it trails glacially slowly downwards. She hears only their two distinctive breathing patterns and the ticking of a wall clock. She knows she is tense, too tense. She must relax soon, because the inevitable will now happen. With a huge amount of effort she relaxes the muscles in her neck and turns her face so as to rest her cheek on what she now thinks of as the hated tablecloth. She closes her eyes and waits. Seconds go by, the spit starting to feel cold between the vice grip he has on her ass cheeks. She imagines that his knuckles must be turning white.
He watches her carefully, waiting for her body to relax. Suddenly he twists his hand and starts inserting his thumb into her puckered hole. She does not move, or flinch. The only sign she gives as to her awareness is the flush on her cheeks, and her biting her lip. He sees her now taking deliberate slow deep breaths. His thumb insistently slides deeper in her, ignoring the resistance. When it is as deep as it will go, he draws it out again. He repeats this action, in and out, increasing his pace slowly.
“Tell me, whore, does my finger feel good in your ass,” he asks softly. She does not reply. He draws back his other hand and slaps her left cheek hard. The sound of it echoes, and he accompanies it with a twist of the thumb in her ass.
“Answer me,” he insists, without raising his voice. She shakes her head and gasps as he starts adding a second finger with more spit.
“Use your voice, let me hear you,” he demands. He curls his index finger inside her.
“No,” she whispers, barely audibly. He doubts that it feels good himself. Not yet, anyway.
“If I were you, I would try and at least be a little respectful,” he chides, watching his fingers disappear. He feels her clenching tightly around them. He is hypnotised with the motion, thinking of little else but how good it is going to feel to sink his aching cock deep into that hole.
“No, Sir,” she relinquishes after a while in a small voice.
“Good girl,” he states, almost to himself. He continues this activity for a long while, waiting for her to get used to the intrusion. He feels her loosening up, he hears her making small whimpering sounds which slowly turn into wanton moans, he sees her starting to grind her hips to meet the thrust of his pumping fingers. She is ready, he knows, but he is reluctant to break the spell. He sighs and withdraws his hands completely, stepping away from her. He fumbles in his pocket and retrieves a condom. He places it on her ass. She opens her eyes immediately, and looks at him over her shoulder. He meets her gaze, a fire smouldering in his eyes. She is unable to keep it up for a long, and he watches her lashes flutter as she turns her eyes to the computer, not seeing anything.
“I am going to fuck your ass now,” he says matter-of-factly. “I’m going to take my time.” She closes her eyes again as she listens to him. She can feel him still watching her, but she does not want to acknowledge it. She is no stranger to anal sex, but finds it an intense experience, and too intimate. She feels invaded, intruded upon, almost claustrophobia that is induced by his presence.
“Tell me what is going to happen now, pet,” he probes. “Look at me when you speak. Remember your manners.”
She listens to a full minute ticking by before she braves opening her eyes. Thoughts raced through her head before, but when she sees him, it is as if he is the only thing in the world that exists.
“You are going to fuck me now… Sir,” she answers. She is vaguely aware that this is some sort of consent ritual.
“How am I going to fuck you?” In a way, she expected the question.
“In my ass, Sir,” she replies, licking her lips, which suddenly feels very dry.
“Yes, sweetheart, I am,” he agrees with satisfaction, rubbing his dick through his pants.
“Now close your eyes tight for me, I just want you to feel,” he says, leaning over her to clutch the edge of the tablecloth and he folds it over her face and a part of her upper body. As darkness enfolds her, Karlien realizes that she is going to be sodomised by a cock she hasn’t even seen yet, one that she almost sucked. The idea scares her, first and foremost, but it is also the sexiest thought she can imagine. She is sure she felt her pussy twitch, but she doesn’t think on it too long as she hears the distinctive sound of a zipper. She holds her breath as she listens to his clothing fall to the floor, a condom packet being torn, and silence. She opens her eyes, feeling naughty… no, disobedient. The fluorescent light of the room filters through the heavy material, and she can make out the vague outline of the computer screen. She is aware of the bottom part of her body feeling cold now versus the warming protection of the hated tablecloth against the slight chill. However, it feels sticky and hot between her legs. She senses his approach a moment before she feels the caress of his large hand over the curve of her hip.
His other hand joins the first, and he holds her waist as he steps in close to her. His unclothed rod presses up between her cheeks. She knows instantly that it is ready to drive right into her, and oh, he feels thick. She has no way of telling if it is long, and even if her sense of feeling is lying to her. She moans as she feels him unexpectantly rub along her slick exposed cunt, sliding the head over and over her clit. He wasn’t lying when he said that he is going to take his time, she reflects in frustration as she tries to wiggle into getting more. After a while of frantic movement, but no progress, she hears him chuckle. She stops immediately, embarrassed by her wanton behaviour.
He slides his cock along her snatch one more time, and abruptly spits on her again, roughly spreading the goo over himself and into her back hole. He aims his head and places a small pressure against her ring, but not yet entering. He snakes his hand under her pelvis and starts spreading her girl juice leaking copiously now over her clit. She gives a small jump under his ministrations, effectively plopping the head of his cock into her ass. She gives a long deep groan as the sensation fills her. So full, she thinks feverishly to herself while keeping completely still. She feels so stretched, the pain burns through her, but the insistent finger circling her clit soon distracts her. As soon as her body betrays her and she starts moving again, his cock slides deeper into her. The descent into her ass is an exquisite torture for both Zack and Karlien. Karlien imagines herself being speared by her own lust, and Zack feels the ripples of her inner walls. Every twitch and contraction envelopes his cock as he forces himself into her most intimate orifice. Eventually he is balls deep into his little minx. He removes his hands from her hungry cunt and spread her cheeks, deciding to burn the visual ecstasy into his mind forever. There is nothing else in the world that gives him this euphoria of control than watching his tool buried into a submissive whore’s ass. His heart is thumping in his chest, and his balls smashed up against her feminine core feels heavy. He growls as he grips her hips tightly and begins the outward movement. He goes faster now, but still slow enough for her to feel every inch of him sliding out of her.
Patrick commanded my attention from the first second I saw his picture. Blond hair, blue eyes, overall a gorgeous man. We started chatting just online, becoming friends instantly. Unfortunately we lived across the country, but talking was fun. Eventually leading up to sexier things, I showed him some pictures of me naked and playing with myself and he did the same, not straying to the relationship side of it, even though I desperately wanted to. He didn’t feel the same way, but I kept holding onto hope, masturbating every single night to his pictures.
Once, months later, during winter break after my freshman year of college, Pat took a trip and visited me. The first day, we didn’t do anything, only talking and enjoying each others company. The second day, I woke up in the bed of the hotel he’d rented, tied up and only in my panties. I knew all of Patrick’s sexual fantasies and he knew that this was one of mine. He filled me with his huge cock. It was long but not thick, which I always preferred. He even shaved down there, which I’d never had before, and I became addicted, especially during oral sex. For the next 12 hours he mercilessly fucked me every time he go hard again and would eat me out during breaks. He left me naked in a pool of my juices to get pizza once, then, as a joke, ejaculated all over the first slice. Since I didn’t mind the taste of semen I greedily took it. That ended up making him hard again and he pinned me down and fucked me on the table next to the pizza box. As I said, being dominated is a fantasy of mine, so I decided to return the favor the next day and that’s where this story really starts.
Cat has been one of my best friends in this universe, since high school. She went from straight to bi to completely lesbian in the course of our friendship. I even went on an accidental date with her, not realizing she meant a date. I’m straight. 100% penis lover, in case you wanted to know. But I’m okay with her having a crush on me like she does. It was actually about to come in handy. I called her up, she had decided to drop out of college but lived less than 20 minutes away, and told her that I needed her ASAP. I put on something cute and revealing, a white button up shirt that hung open to reveal the sides of my small breasts and a light grey thong. I waited on my sofa (Patrick was picking up lube and some other adult items for that night. It was all apart of the plan) and waited for her to knock. “Jordan what was the emergency? You sounded so urgent.”
“Come on in I’ll explain in a second.” I called to her. I hid a smile as I heard the door open and shut.
“Where are you?” Cat called, still not able to see me.
“Right here.” I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, grinning as sexily as I could.
“Oh Jo.” She stifled a giggle. “What’s happening?”
I really suck at planning. I had half expected her to be overcome with lust and take me right there. “You know, I hadn’t really planned that far ahead. I was sort of just thinking we’d have hot steamy, mind blowing sex.”
“That was all?”
“Just sex? No relationship.”
“Well not JUST sex. Some making out. Foreplay. Maybe some cuddling afterwards.”
“No, I’m wearing a thong because I want to play scrabble with you all day.” I scoffed. I moved from my sexy position to sort of half lounging. “Now what’re you waiting for?”
“I don’t really know.” She stripped off her jacket and got on top of me on the couch. “Why the sudden change of heart?” She started kissing my neck.
Still suck at planning. I didn’t realize that I would actually have to do the sex. I ran my hand through her hair, suddenly losing my enthusiasm. I whispered back. “Just an experiment.”
“Oh thank god you want to experiment.” Gotta do what I gotta do. Our lips met for the first time. I cupped her neck and pulled her closer, moving my tongue slowly in and out of her mouth lovingly.
Quick break from the action. I know what you’re thinking. Wow she’s sleeping with a girl just to impress a guy? I don’t even know how you’d react to that. But it was just my plan and I knew that it would probably result with some of the best sex ever. People have had sex for other reasons. So don’t judge.
Back to action. Cat was taking off her top, while straddling me. Her tits where huge, probably Ds, compared to my little As. Her bra was black and lacy, barely containing her huge jiggling jugs. She leaned down, snapping off the bra and tossing it aside, so our tits rubbed against each other. I felt my body react down under, my pussy getting wet. I breathed harder as she started to massage one of my tits. “Oh my god they’re so much nicer than I expected.”
“Really?” I chuckled. I pinched one of my hard nipples, increasing the burning between my legs.
“I’ve thought about this…” She said in a sort of half moan while licking one of my nipples. “For a very long time.”
“And what exactly have you thought about?” My breathing got faster and I opened my legs all the way to reveal some pressure, which failed.
“Doing nasty things to you. Mostly making you sit on my face and making you cum over and over and over.” She added more overs, mumbling them and giving my perky and aroused nipples a kiss in between every ‘over’.
I grabbed her face gently and brought it up to mine and kissed her, while I cupped one of her fantastic, pale gloves in my hand. “Wow these are heavy.”
She dove in for another kiss, not acknowledging my comment. She did press my hand harder onto her tit, and so I started rubbing it the same way she’d rubbed mine. Taking the pink cone of her nipple in between my index and middle finger, slightly pinching it and moving left to right. She moaned into my mouth, with a little nod of encouragement. I secretly prayed for Patrick’s swift return. I needed a cock desperately. But I was enjoying Cat. Her tits swung in a seductive and sexy way and oh my god her lips. They were so soft and her tongue was skilled, playing and twiddling around in my mouth.
“Fuck I’m horny.” I told her. I moved my hand from her tit to her hand. I guided her finger to the string of my thong, which she pulled away instantly.
Cat growled, moving from my lips to my pussy. “This is gonna feel new but a good new.”
I was too turned on to care. I nodded and whimpered, spreading my legs wide.
She started slow, to tease me. Her long fingers tickled the inside of my thighs, starting low and moving higher, so painstakingly slow. She planted wet kisses along the way, and when she was only centimeters way from my burning clit, she just stayed their and licked. I wanted it. So bad. I tried to move to get her tongue but she shook her head, making a big deal of shaking her precious lips right on top of my clit, then went back to fiercely devouring my upper thigh.
That’s when I heard the knock. I had gotten lost in my lust, I forgot what I was supposed to be doing. Patrick.
“Jordan are you there?” He called.
Cat ceased her wondrous tongue movement. “Who’s that?”
“Some guy who’s going to join us. Is that all right?”
Cat thought about it for a second. “As long as he doesn’t touch me. No penises for this girl. I get you and only you.”
I nodded. “Pat come on in its unlocked.”
“Okay.” Another open and shut. He walked into the living room to see Cat push a little finger into me. “Am I interrupting something?”
“No. Join the party.” I gave him a smile as Cat sent waves of pleasure thought my body by slowly easing her finger in and out of me. I had recovered well from the day before, where I was ravaged ruthlessly. Tight again. God bless my vagina. And Cat. She was still licking away, happy as a clam.
“Yes please.” His shirt was off, revealing his wonderful abs underneath. His jeans were obviously straining against his erection.
Cat joined in, “Actually, male, would you mind just watching until I make her cum once?”
Patrick stopped where he was. “Of course darling. As long as she cums soon. ” he winked. He relieved the pressure in his pants by dropping them, relieving his amazing hard shaft.
I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations Cat was giving me. She sucked on my inner pussy lips slowly, delving her tongue into my sweet hole and wriggling her tongue around inside of me. She took her finger and started to ease it in and out of me really slowly, while sucking viciously on my clitoris. She took it in between her teeth and nibbled, flicking her tongue over it quickly. I was jerking my hips back and forth wildly, curling my toes and biting my lip. I saw Pat jerking off to his sexual fantasy being played out. I maybe played up my pleasure for show, but not too much, I didn’t want him to feel like she was better at eating pussy.
When I felt the release of my first orgasm, Cat turned the dial to 10. She started to fuck me faster with the one finger then add another. I’d never felt anything like it. She kept licking my clit and all the sensitive flesh around it, causing me to groan and pull her head closer. Cat made my orgasm last minutes, instead of seconds like normal. Eventually though, it ended and I was spent on the couch.
“Holy god.” I muttered.
“That was sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” Patrick had his fingers wrapped around his dick and was pumping up and down.
“Would you like to join now?” Cat stood up and sexily undid the zipper in the back of her skirt.
“Yes, holy shit.” Patrick stood up, his cock dripping precum, and came over and kissed me. I touched his cock gently, gripping his long shaft. I was still recovering from my orgasm, and so I moved his fingers from my dripping pussy when he touched me. “Not there.” I moaned.
“Where?” He asked.
I adjusted myself, moving to my knees and grabbing my ass, spreading my ass cheeks. “Here.” I smiled.
“So I lick your vajay while he fucks your ass? Kinky.” Cat smiled.
I pulled Cat down to the couch, pulling off her panties. “No way.” I sniffed her panties, grinning from ear to ear.
Cat spread her legs, one on top of the couch, one hanging off the side. I leaned, down bracing myself on Cat’s hips, ready for Patrick’s huge cock in my ass.
“Oh my god.” I moaned, rubbing my nose in the curly mess of Cat’s pubes as I felt him enter me.
“Fuck this is the best thing.” He moaned loudly, grabbing my ass hard.
I began to lick my friend’s pussy, trying to imagine what I liked and what I wanted done to me. I moved my tongue up the long slit formed by her pussy lips. I kissed her hot burning snatch, slowly. I made out with her nether regions, my tongue moving slowly over it.
Patrick began to thrust in and out, taking his time, and letting out groans of pleasure with each inward thrust. With each movement, my tongue was drilled further into Cat’s hot hole.
Cat nodded in approval. I closed my mouth over her clit and started to suck like she had on mine.
Patrick slapped my ass once, making me gasp in shock. I moved my hips on Patrick’s dick while also managing Cat’s vagina. I kept up sucking on her button, also grabbing her tits.
“Yes fuck.” Cat stroked my hair.
Patrick kept a steady rhythm if smacking my ass and also going faster in and out. “Isn’t she just fantastic?”
“Oh hell yes.” Cat smiled and threw her head back. “I believe we’ve got a cumslut on our hands.”
I went up and kept playing with her tits while kissing her, both of our juices mixing on our tongues. “I’m your slave baby.”
“And mine.” Patrick contributed from behind.
“Yes.” I kissed my way down fast, back down to her pussy. I took a finger and began to fuck her with it rapidly. I added another one, which her pussy devoured and moved my hand as fast as I could in and out of her. Cat moaned uncontrollably. “Oh my god I’m going to cum. Oh my god.”
I smiled and started fingering her faster, her juices added to the array of sex sounds in the room.
“I’m going to cum too.” The man from behind me said, his cock drilling inside of me.
I felt Cat cum first. Her body shuddered and she squeezed my head between her legs. Her juices flowed down my chin freely.
In the next few seconds, when Cat was recovering, Pat released his load deep inside of me. I moved to sit on his lap, next to his limp cock. He wrapped a large arm around me. He whispered in my ear. “You’re so perfect.”
I kissed him. “Thank you very much.” I stroked his short blonde hair.
Cat came and hugged me too. “That was actually quite fun.”
“Do you swing both ways, random friend of Jordan?”
“Shame.” Patrick kissed me again. “You taste fantastic.”
“Thank you.” Cat said.
“What to do now?” I asked.
“I actually have no idea. I’m spent.” He explained.
“Cuddling then I’ll leave you two to do whatever.” Cat shrugged.
You might be wondering: why does Angel feel the need to write something called ‘I love butt sex’?
Well I got a comment on a story the other day, ranting about how I have too much anal play in one of my series, and it got me to thinking. Because this is not the first time I’ve gotten a comment about the amount of anal in my stories. I actually ran a poll on my blog asking if I put too much butt sex into my stories, because of a comment a few months ago (in case you’re wondering, about 70% said I put just the right amount or that I should put more).
I’ve seen a multitude of theories as to why I write butt sex.
1. I’m a man and I want to promote butt sex to women to convince them that it’s a great thing and trick them into doing it.
2. I’m a gay man.
3. I must think it’s the “ultimate form of submission”
4. I’m a sick pervert
5. I think that it’s what people want to read and so I’m catering to the masses
So in response to that…
1. I’m a woman. And I do think it’s a great thing but I’m not trying to trick anyone into it because I realize that it’s not for everyone, but if someone is curious and wants to try then I think they should go for it!
2. I have told my friends that I’m a gay man trapped in a woman’s body. But I like being a woman so I don’t mind. Although I do sometimes wish I had a penis. I just want to stick it into things and see what it feels like.
3. I think the “ultimate form of submission” is a highly personal thing and means something different to everyone. I’m not going to judge what someone else’s ultimate form is, but for me it’s giving yourself over in love and trusting the other person to care for you and your needs. It’s trusting them to know your limits and your desires, and to use that to bring you to ecstasy. It has nothing to do with a specific act, although sometimes acts can be a presentation or demonstration of that submission.
4. Not sure I can really argue with this one. Even the sick part. Sometimes the really sadistic and dark things that come from my mind and into my writing are a little disturbing even to me. But so is the human psyche… I think everyone has a dark place. I just happen to explore mine through writing on Lit and so everyone gets a glimpse of it.
5. I don’t really care what people want to read. I mean, I do… but I don’t. I write because I feel the need to. Even if people didn’t like what I wrote, it wouldn’t stop me. I do love that people enjoy what I write, it’s an incredible benefit of something that I would be doing anyway. Sometimes my stories will change based on what people say, but not because they want me to change what I’m writing, but because a comment or a suggestion will make me see something that I didn’t before. A path that wasn’t on my map and that I was suddenly made aware of. And so the story might change. But if someone points out a path and is like “go there!” and it’s in the complete opposite direction of where I wanted to go, then I just say no and take the story where I want it to go.
I like butt sex. I like that it hurts a little. I like feeling the nerve endings burn when that tiny hole stretches to accommodate a cock. I like the slight discomfort, the struggle, the sting. I’m probably a bit of a masochist. I like butt sex the best when it’s done with my ass high in the air and my head resting on the mattress or a pillow. It makes me feel submissive and sexy to be bent over like that, presenting a part of myself that I wouldn’t entrust to just anyone. But I also do butt sex RIGHT… stretch it with toys and fingers, use lube, go slow.
When I masturbate, I always include some kind of anal stimulation. Sometimes it’s a plug, sometimes it’s a many-pronged vibrator, sometimes it’s just me putting the Hitachi against my anus for a little bit (try it, it feels good). I love it when hubby works in a little anal stimulation even when we’re not having butt sex. Even when he doesn’t, in my head my sex fantasies during sex always include butt sex.
I don’t expect everyone to agree with me or to enjoy what I enjoy… but when I write, I tend to write about what I enjoy. And butt sex has always been my #1 fantasy. When I watch porn, it’s ALWAYS anal or double penetration. The only reason I’m at all interested in a threesome is because I’d want to know what it feels like to be getting it in both holes at the same time. Sadly, probably won’t ever experience that one because I’m way too devoted to hubby and I can’t imagine bringing someone else into our bed. I mean, I fantasize about it happening sometimes, but I can’t imagine actually doing it.
That’s also why I tend to write in the Gay Male category for Literotica. I’m pretty much all about butt sex in general, not just specifically to me. Hell, half of my threesome fantasies do not have ME sandwiched in the middle.
When I write erotica, I write about what gets me hot. There always has to be SOMETHING about the story that gets me going, that makes me interested and that makes me want to write it. Anything anal usually fits the bill.
If you’re reading a series by Goldeniangel on Literotica… 99% of the time, it’s eventually going to include butt sex. Just take that as a given.