bondage

This is part two of a story. Any questions can probably be cleared up by reading the first part. It was not mentioned during the first story, but even though the story is written in first person, it hasn’t actually happened. This story was originally written for my Master as a fantasy of us, and it was him who inspired me to submit it. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do, and please leave me comments, as we do read them.



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I thought it was over. I realize now that that was a stupid assumption. You’d never let me get finish so soon at home, so why should it be any different now? My body has stopped shaking, but my mind is in a totally different place. As we look out on the gallery – you had opened the curtains, but I am unsure when — I notice that there are a lot of different things going on. Some people are just watching, their gazes roaming until they see a particular scene they like, while others are engaged in different activities. There is a hot tub, several private dungeon areas with views out to the public, and a few rooms that are laid out like bedrooms with large windows.



As I watch I suddenly feel you secure straps around my ankles, then my wrists. Suddenly my mind is alert — where had those come from? As I turn I see the tray they’d been brought in on along with the cords laying there. I am curious as to what they are there for, as it’s not something we’ve done before. As you pick up the first cord, you hook it to the ring on the right-hand cuff, followed by hooking the other end to a ring suspended from the ceiling. You do the same with my left. I am barely able to move in either direction, much less sit or kneel. Next you fasten my feet to the floor; I am now spread eagle, for everyone to see. I am glad that my clothes are still on and intact.



“You have been very naughty lately.” You tell me as I hang in place. “I expect better of you.” I am bewildered by this as I have no idea what you are talking about, haven’t I been a good girl? What did I do that upset you? “You want me to tell you what you did?” You ask with a menace in your voice that I am quite familiar with. “Yes, Please” I respond, unsure of how to answer. My knees are shaking and my pussy is once again wet with anticipation. “You mean you don’t know?” you ask, the sound of your voice so forceful that my pussy starts to ache. “No sir.” I reply knowing that more than a mono-syllabic response at this time would be difficult to say as the connection between my brain and mouth has been lost in the confusion of being on display with a dripping cunt. “Well slut, that means you need even more punishment.” The smile on your face is wicked, and my nipples are hard just contemplating what might be in store.



You slowly disrobe me, untying the corset, followed by the halter. As the zipper on the dress comes to a stop, you freeze momentarily as it pools around my calves, and ripping the seam out so it comes away completely you say, “I guess that’s just one more thing you’ll have to fix.” You finish my disrobement by tearing off the thigh-highs, and tossing them on the floor.



I can see everything. Hanging bare, and half suspended, I notice a girl — a sub by the look of her — watching us. Her Mistress is punishing a male sub by keeping him erect, but not allowing him to cum. The girl is transfixed, her eyes watching us closely.



Your focus is completely on me. You start my punishment with just a touch, using your hand to produce small caresses up my buttocks and spine. A soft touch here and there, driving me crazy as my pussy drips hot juices down my thighs. As you reach up and caress my breasts, I notice the sub across the way has begun to touch her-self. She mimics your movements, stroking her butt as you touch mine, pinching her nipples as you squeeze mine.



I am brought back to us as something cold lightly touches my thigh. I can’t see what it is, but it is stiff and smooth. I am nervous, and unsure of what to expect. The object is removed, and soon your hands start to fondle my ass. You very slowly start to play with that hole. It is sensitive, and tight. You work first one, then two fingers in, and as I start to moan with pleasure I notice that the sub across the way is leaning over a chair with her legs spread and her fingers penetrating her ass. Watching her is making me even hotter, and my swollen pussy is throbbing in response to my heightened senses.



I notice that you are now using a lubricant, it is making it easier for your fingers to pump in and out, and I am having a hard time focusing on anything else. Suddenly, in one quick movement your fingers are gone replaced by the cold object, which I now realize is a metal dildo that had been sitting in a bucket of ice.



The pain of this sudden violation makes me scream out, and you spank me to remind me of who is boss. I quiet, shaking in my bonds as my ass seizes from the unwanted intrusion. Now suddenly aware of everything I notice that my screams have brought us to the attention of other curious club-goers, but my favorite is the sub, who seems intrigued, and unaware that she has drawn her mistress’ attention as she continues to fuck her own ass.



Watching them I am reminded once again of my own body. I notice that the pain and humiliation of my recent violation has made my nipples so hard they hurt and my pussy even wetter. As the dildo in my ass starts to warm inside me, my body stops shaking, but just as I’ve gained the power to stand I am reminded that this is punishment as you begin to administer soft whips with a flogger.



Your chosen device is a red leather cat o’ nine with soft broad heavy straps, and a large rounded handle. I know this flogger well; it is one of your favorites. You start, as always, with a barrage of light, petal-like strokes, lightly tapping my ass and back with just the tips of the straps. You are speaking, but my mind has gone fuzzy, I love the feel of the whip, punishing me with its light caresses, showering me with promises of pain and torture.



I can still feel my ass filled with your newest toy, throbbing around it, squeezing it intermittently, as your strokes become harder. I shake in my bonds, my body tensing and releasing with each blow as they become harder and faster. I know the moment that they are hard enough to leave welts on my back and ass, and it is this point that I find my voice, exploding in a chorus with every lash of my punishment. “Yes! Oh, God! Don’t stop! I’m sorry master! Oh! Yes!” After a few short moments, your flagellation ceases and my body slumps in its bonds.



As you carefully sponge my back, softly soothing me with words of encouragement such as “Its ok,” and “It’s done now.” I notice that the sub across the way is still in avid fascination. I’d expected her mistress to have corrected the behavior by now; instead she is riding the male sub’s cock while watching the girl as she uses the handle of the flogger to masturbate while watching us.



You unhook the cords attached to my wrists and ankles, and slowly move me to a long table which you have moved to a position in front of the audience. You lower me onto the cold surface placing a pillow under my head, and several more under my ass to prop it into position. You then secure my hands above my head and my ankles in a position that spreads me wide open at the edge of the table. Using your fingers you quickly bring me to the brink of an orgasm as everyone watches. Just as I am about to cum, you remove your fingers and, slowly rubbing my inner thighs you wait for my body to calm. By turning my head, I can see the girl across the way has not stopped, and she lets out a small scream, and collapses to the floor as her orgasm hits and her cunt squirts cum in several directions as it tries to escape past the handle of the whip in her pussy. Having watched her sub’s display the mistress, who has moved to the male sub’s face to be eaten out, finally has her own release and also collapses to the floor, both women writhing in their bodies’ sudden ecstasy.



Seeing that my own body has calmed from its near orgasm, you begin to use your tongue to explore my throbbing pussy. You begin by slowly licking back and forth along my slit, enticing my clit to swell and swirling your tongue around it each time you reach the sensitive nub. You slowly open my nether lips to your probing tongue as it delves into me. I writhe with pleasure as you probe my cunt; licking first just around it, then into it deeper with each thrust.



“Please Master,” I plead with you breathlessly, “Please, I need your cock!” You seem to take no heed, and wondering if you’d heard me I try a little louder, “Oh! Master! Please I need you to fuck me with your prick!” I can feel you smile, and I know that you heard me, but now I’m desperate, and my voice rushes out in a rather loud shout, “Oh my God Master, Please, Please, Please! Fuck my cunt with your huge cock! I need you to make me your slut! Fuck me now, Please!!”



Without so much as a word you quickly stand and ram my tight, wet pussy with your rock-hard prick; the force of which makes me scream unintelligibly with pleasure. You slowly remove your cock, only to ram it back into my snug little hole eliciting squeaks and moans of pleasure from me.



As your fucking becomes smoother, you begin to taunt me. “You like this don’t you?” you ask, “You love showing the world how slutty you are, don’t you?” “Yes Master.” I reply, softly. “So say it, I want you to tell your audience just how much letting them watch you get fucked turns you on.”



My response is slow, I don’t know how to word it, or if I’m supposed to speak to them, or just tell you loud enough so they can hear, I finally choose the latter. “Oh Master!” I shout, “I feel like such a slut! Oh Yes! I love that all these people are watching you fuck my taut little pussy with your big hard cock. Oh letting them watch as you stretch my pussy, and bang my cunt makes me feel so good! Oh, God! I have to cum! Oh Please Master, Let me cum!”



My speech begins to slur into moans and whimpers as I hold back my orgasm, until finally you give me a nod allowing me to cum. You pull out as my body shakes with its release and positioning yourself over my face, you grab my hair and begin to pump your prick in and out of my awaiting mouth and – just before you cum – you pull out squirting your semen all over my face and tits.



You close the curtains once again, blocking us from view as you unbind me and help me to clean us both up with the sponge and a fresh basin of hot water. Wrapping me in a satin robe, and packing the remains of my outfit and our toys into a bag, you slowly escort me out, and back to the car where you help me in and gingerly strap me into the seat-belt.



As I fall asleep on the way back to your house, it occurs to me, I never did learn what the punishment was for… Oh well, I’m sure it will come to me eventually…

Chapter 14: Disobedience



Bob sat down at the table and put on a broad smile. “So, what was it we were talking about when we were so rudely interrupted?”



Junie cracked up, “I think I was telling you about the canvas sling I made. But it’s kind of hard to describe, I would much prefer to demonstrate it for you.” She looked up at him through her lashes and bit her lower lip.



Bob laughed and commented, “I am more of a hands-on learner.”



As Junie began to pick up after dinner, Bob mentioned that he had found potential buyers for three more of the puppies. “All we have left is one female.”



Junie looked up in alarm and whispered, “Happy?”



Donna looked at Junie and frowned, “Junie, I thought we had discussed this. You cannot give that puppy to someone as a surprise. It would not be fair to Happy or Monica.”



Junie fell to her knees by her Mistress, “But Ma’am, I know, I just know, that it’s a good idea. It’s perfect. Please don’t sell Happy until I can figure out a way to make this happen. I know if I can just take Happy to Oregon and show her to Monica, Monica would want her.”



Donna looked down at Junie in consternation, “Now you want to go to Oregon?”



“Oh, yes, I do. I just have to go.” Junie looked back and forth between her Master and her Mistress, her face pleading, “Please, it’s really important to me. I will do anything you say.”



Bob looked at Junie, “Junie, this is for your Mistress and I to discuss. So, for now, I will do this. I will not find a home for Happy until we decide. But your assignment is to accept whatever we decide, and until then do not bring this up to us again.”



Just the promise to not sell Happy caused a rush of excitement to flood through her. “Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!”



Bob’s voice called down the stairs, “Junie, are you down there? I want that ‘hands-on learning’ experience.”



She called up, “Master, I’m in my sewing room. I’m getting the stuff,” and quickly gathered up the confusing armload of canvas, buckles, and straps and headed out to the playroom. She was laying them out on the floor when Bob came down into the basement.



She showed him how there were three major supports that would hold the majority of her weight: two wide bands that went behind her hips and shoulders, and then some slings that could support her legs and feet. The straps were all adjustable and attached to the eye rings of the swing frame he had made earlier. Getting in was a little awkward, and she needed a stepstool and his help to steady her, but soon he was pushing her back and forth. Junie was giggling as they goofed around, trying out various angles and positions while fully dressed. But soon her giggles were replaced by soft sighs, as Bob held her tightly and ground his swelling cock against her crotch.



Bob’s voice took on a deeper tone, “Yes, this is definitely better. Come, Junie; let’s get you out of this contraption. We’ll want to use your ass tonight, so you must prepare yourself for that.”



A rush of excitement made Junie swallow and stammer, “Y… yes…, Master,” she said, as a warm flood of moisture soaked her panties.



Getting out of the sling was even clumsier and Junie showed him how the straps could be released if there was an emergency or if there were any other kinds of problems. “I think I could sit in this thing for quite a while, but eventually my legs might get a little numb. There’s almost no stress on my arms though; all my weight is supported by my hips and shoulders. It’s completely adjustable, so Donna will be able to play with it too.”



Once she was out and they untangled the canvas and straps, Bob gave her a quick swat on the bottom. “Go start getting ready. I’ll send your Mistress down to help you, if I can pull her away from those puppies.”



“Is that where she is?”



“You aren’t the only one suffering from a bad case of puppy love. She’s going to be as sorry as you are to see them go.”



Junie was finishing making the enema solution when Donna came into the bathroom. She looked up and smiled, “How are our puppies?”



“They are wonderful. I love it now that their eyes are open. I need a shower though; I’m completely covered with puppy kisses.”



Junie giggled, “Now I am jealous.”



Donna took the enema bag from Junie’s hands, “Let me help you with that, sweet girl.” Her voice taking on the firm cool tones that Junie was learning to recognize as her Mistress taking charge of her.



“Yes, Mistress.” A soft wave of calmness washed over Junie. She felt almost an opening of her spirit as she felt herself slipping deeper into her submission. She felt like she was moving slower, more deliberately, yet alert for the slightest indication of what their needs for her would be. Junie knelt before her Mistress. “Command me, my Mistress; I exist to serve you and my Master.”



Donna gathered up a handful of Junie’s hair, firmly twisting her face up to regard her Mistress looking down at her, “You are acting like such a good girl… now, Junie.” Junie found herself looking up apprehensively at her Mistress, wondering what she had done.



As Junie knelt on the floor clenching her sphincters, struggling to hold the warm solution inside her bowels, she was shocked to feel Donna’s hand sharply spank into one of her ass cheeks. Her Mistress had never spanked her before. Junie gasped and focused on holding the water inside her. Donna’s voice was admonishing, “Junie, if I tell you ‘no’ about something, it is completely inappropriate to defy me and beg me to change my mind. And worse to go to our Master, hoping he will overrule my decision. I’m disappointed that you disturbed our Master with this trivia.”



Junie gasped in a strangled voice, “I’m sorry, Mistress, you said I couldn’t give Happy as a gift. I though you meant that I needed Monica to want Happy and be willing to commit. I was trying to figure out how to do that, how to get Monica to see that having Happy would help her. You didn’t say that I couldn’t ask Monica if she wanted Happy.”



“So now you decide to interpret my words to fit your expectations?” Donna continued to spank Junie firmly, moving back and forth across Junie’s broad bottom. Junie’s bowels were churning and deep, agonizing cramps were making her feel nauseous.



While the blows from Donna’s hands were nowhere as painful as Bob’s when he spanked her, somehow the knowledge that her Mistress was punishing her was devastating to Junie. Junie burst into tears and sobbed, “I’m sorry. I just wanted it so bad.” A particularly strong cramp made Junie double up. Her voice a strangled groan, “Oh god, Ma’am, please can I let it out?”



Donna’s voice was icy, “Get up and get on the toilet, Junie.”



Junie scrambled to sit and whimpered out, “Thank you, Ma’am,” as she finally could release the pressure inside her.



“We are not finished with this, Junie. But tonight our Master has some plans for both of us. This will have to wait until tomorrow.”



Junie’s face was a mask of sadness as they came out from their shower. Bob was arranging some things from the toy box and he looked up curiously at the expression on Junie’s face. Donna commented dryly, “I was just talking to Junie about how disappointed I was that she felt compelled to continue with this puppy foolishness after I had told her that it was out of the question.”



Junie shot Donna a sad look, every fiber of her being wanted to protest that her Mistress had never used those words. If her Mistress had used those words, she would have never said another thing. But in her heart she knew that she would probably have tried to figure out a way to make it happen, no matter what her Mistress had said.



Bob frowned, “I told Junie not to bring that up and now I will tell you the same thing. I will think about it and decide. Both of you will accept my decision. Now, I don’t want to fucking talk about this again and you better not let this spoil our play tonight, or both of you will end up regretting ever speaking to me about this.” Bob arched his brow and looked at both of them, “Understood?”



Junie was immensely relieved, but she could still sense Donna’s tension. Junie looked at Donna, pleading with her eyes to please just let it go like their Master had directed. Junie knelt down at her Master’s feet. “I’m sorry, Master, my actions were disobedient to my Mistress.”



Bob ignored her and kept his eyes on Donna, measuring, “Junie, show your Mistress how to assist you getting into the swing and how the emergency releases work.”



“Yes, Sir.” Junie pulled the stepstool up and, looking at Donna a little nervously, then she spoke carefully. “Mistress, it is easier for me to get up if I have this stool to stand on.” Donna nodded, but didn’t speak as Junie eased her weight down on the wide band and then leaned back on the support that held her shoulders. “I can lean back like this.” Junie reached and tried to slip the leg supports over her feet and teetered and grabbed the straps. “Ma’am, could you please help me put those over my feet? They slip up my legs so that I can have some support under my thighs. That way, I can still have my legs spread wide so that you or my Master can have access to… um… everything.”



Donna reached and began to slide the leg supports on and spoke for the first time, her voice acid and mocking, “…um, everything? Junie, stop acting like a little fucking virgin. Um, everything what? Say it. Say the dirty words, Junie. Tell us what you want.”



Junie gulped and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Ma’am. You and my Master can have access to my cunt and asshole.”



“Stop mumbling, I could not quite hear you. You need to speak up when you speak to us. Tell me again and tell me what we can do to you.”



Junie let her weight settle onto the supports on her thighs and let the band under the curve of her ass slip up, taking almost all her weight on her thighs. Spreading her legs wide she took a deep breath. “I can hang here like this, with my legs wide, and my asshole and cunt are completely accessible for your use. You can fuck my ass and my cunt both at the same time, if that is your pleasure.” Her voice was clear and loud; a wave of embarrassment and humiliation swept through her, but at the same time she could feel that same intangible sensation of opening, calming, becoming more pliant, and sliding deeper into her submission.



“And, my little slut, what is your pleasure?”



The words poured from Junie, “Oh please, let me serve you. I exist to serve you. I want to obey. Please use me for your pleasure.”



Donna ran her hands down Junie’s body, trailing her nails across Junie’s skin, leaving red lines as they scored her flesh. “Beg us to fuck you, Junie. Beg us to fuck your ass and cunt.”



An almost irresistible wave of excitement seized Junie, her cunt clenching and throbbing. She could feel her nipples tighten into knots. “I belong to you, all of me, it’s all yours. Please fuck this slave. I beg you to fuck me. Fuck all my holes. Please fuck my ass and cunt. Use me like the slut I am.” She writhed in the swing, making herself sway back and forth. “Please.”



Donna cupped Junie’s breasts and then pinched her nipples. “Would you like that, my little slave slut? Would you like me and our Master to fuck you like that?”



“Oh yes, please.”



Bob pulled Donna back. “Donna, go put on your strap on.”



Junie made a little whimpering groan as she saw the nipple clamps in his hands. Bob leaned down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking and pulling then letting the hard nub slip between his lips with a pop. As the teeth of the clamp sank into her sensitized flesh Junie cried out, “Yes, Master, use me.”



When the teeth of the second clamp compressed her other nipple, Junie looked up at Bob and grated out, “Yes, like that. Thank you. More please.”



“More?”



Junie’s voice was breathless and excited, “Yes, please, Master. I want everything. More pain, more pleasure, hurt me, fuck me.”



Bob smiled and stroked her face, “Such a good little slut. There will be more.” He attached the chain between the clamps and, pursing his lips thoughtfully, he tied a short length of twine to the chain and lifted the weight of her breasts up and tied it off on the support of the swing.



Junie gasped and breathed through her mouth as she adjusted to the rush of pain. Her voice was strained, “Thank you, Master.”



“My pleasure.”



“Yes, for you, for your pleasure.”



Junie’s eyes grew round and blinked as she suddenly took in the sight of Donna wearing the strap on; the largest dildo swaying as Donna playfully swung her hips back and forth. Donna met Junie’s eyes and smiled predatorily. “You want me to fuck you with this, don’t you, Junie? You want this monster cock crammed up your protesting little asshole, don’t you?”



“Oh god, Ma’am; it’s so big.”



“But you want it. Tell me how much you want me to fuck your ass with this.”



Junie’s voice was hoarse with excitement, “I really want it. I want you to rape my ass with that big cock. Please do it to me.”



Donna laughed delightedly, “I am going to so fuck you.”



Bob’s voice was sharp and directive, “Not until Junie is completely ready. You want to fuck her with that thing, you better make sure she is completely relaxed.” He gripped the back of Donna’s neck and propelled her around to behind Junie, pushed her down to her knees, and pressed her face against Junie’s ass. “Get to work, bitch. I want Junie screaming for you to fuck her before you stop.”



Junie convulsed as she felt Donna’s tongue stroking the length of her crack, “Oh, god.”



She heard Donna’s voice muffled against her ass, “You know you like it, slut. Tell me how much you like it.”



Junie writhed and moaned as she felt Donna’s tongue, warm and soft, massaging circles over her asshole. “Yes, it feels good.” Another spasm of pleasure rocked her as her Master knelt and pressed his mouth to her cleft, his tongue spreading her folds, licking in long bold strokes. “Oh fuck, yes!” Junie undulated and squealed as the competing sensations forced her body to jerk and sway. The movements made the clamps tug on her nipples, feeding the fire that was growing inside her.



It didn’t take long before Junie sensed a growing tension in her body. Her cries began to take on a building urgency. Her Master pulled his face from her and growled sharply, “No, Junie, you may not come until you are filled front and back. You must have your Mistress buried to the hilt inside your ass and me filling you in the front. Only then may you find your passion.” Standing he gripped her hips and plunged deep into her cunt.



A sharp cry broke from Junie’s lips, “Oh god, yes!”



Junie squirmed as she felt her Mistress’s fingers probe deeply into her nether passage, slippery with lubricant. Her Mistress’s voice echoed her Master’s, “Yes, Junie, not until I am buried to the hilt in this hot tasty ass of yours.”



Junie cried out impatiently, “Then do it! Oh god, please do it.”



Donna continued to probe and work her fingers deep inside Junie, matching the rhythm of her Master’s cock thrusting deep, sending irresistible waves of heat and light through Junie’s body.



Donna’s voice tormented her, “Do what, Junie? What does your slutty ass want? Say it. Beg me for it.”



Junie’s voice cracked and broke a sob choking her, “Please, Ma’am. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. I can’t wait much longer. It’s too much.” Junie paused and grated out. “God damn it, shove that thing into me.”



Donna burst out with a delighted laugh. “If you insist, my little slut, remember not to come until I’m all the way in.”



Junie squealed in excitement as she felt the firm head of the dildo push against her and slip inside, the sudden shock of pain eclipsed by her relief. Her squeal strangled and changed to a wail of frustration when she felt Donna pull it out again. “Please, oh god, please don’t stop.”



Over and over Donna would push just the tip into Junie’s ass and then withdraw. Junie struggled to push back to make the dildo slide deeper, but the swing did not give her any leverage. Her Master’s hands kept her trapped as he plunged into her over and over. The only thing her contortions did was to cause her nipples to jerk against their clamps; the lancing pain only added to her desperate struggle to contain the orgasm building within her.



Her eyes found her Master’s, locking on his electric blue gaze. “Master, I am going to fail. Help me.”



Bob’s pace slowed and, as he stared deep into her eyes, his gaze hardened, “Junie, I am not the one you must beg. Plead with your Mistress.”



Junie tried to turn her head to look at Donna. Her voice was thick with tears, “Please Ma’am, I don’t want to fail. I want to obey. Please don’t make me fail. Take me please, help me.”



Junie gasped as she felt her Mistress thrust sharply, piercing deeper. Donna’s voice was tight, “Who owns your ass, slut?”



“You do. Oh god, yes! Do it! Fuck me! My ass is yours.”



Finally she felt Donna’s hips pressing firmly against her, the harness scraping against the soft skin of her ass cheeks. Donna continued to grind and lunge against her, working her own cunt against the base of the dildo buried deeply in Junie. Her breath was hot in Junie’s ear. “Yes, you little slut. Your ass is mine. Feel me inside you.” Donna began to pull out and lunge deep, slamming the strap on cock into Junie’s ass in short brutal thrusts. Donna’s voice was a tense groan, “Come for me, Junie. Come with me.” Donna’s fingers reached around and released the clamps. A renewed wave of intense sensations shook through Junie.



Bob’s hands clenched strong on her hip, his rhythms matching Donna’s, each of them plunging into Junie’s body, crushing her between them, “Yes, Junie, now come for us. Obey your Mistress, give us your passion.”



Junie gripped the straps of the swing and groaned out one last word, “Obey,” and began to shudder as her orgasm began to shake her. Waves of ecstasy flowed over her as she felt herself being tossed back and forth between them, swinging weightlessly back and forth on the swing. Long deep groans shaking her as her orgasm waned and then began to build again under their relentless assault. Finally she found herself pressed between them, her body filled and stretched. She could feel her lovers lose their rhythm, jerk and shudder as they reached their peaks. Junie felt surrounded by their strength, their pleasure, and joined them falling and flying with them.



As Donna helped Junie untangle herself from the swing, Junie whispered softly to her Mistress, “Thank you, Ma’am,” her eyes searching out her Mistress’s trying to gauge her mood. A sharp pang pierced through Junie’s heart when Donna avoided her eyes.



Again, it was over breakfast when Bob chose to speak to Donna about her behavior. “My goddess, your struggle to find balance in the middle has been difficult for you.”



Donna looked up from her frittata and carefully swallowed and put her fork down, “Yes, it has.”



“Both Junie and I sensed your anger last night. I had hoped to have a simple, fun-filled romp with Junie’s new toy she had so ingeniously made for us. Instead, I found myself pulled into your anger and our girl was literally trapped between us.”



Junie pressed her lips together, resisting the impulse to try and protect Donna and to protest that she was not hurt, that she did not mind being trapped. A tiny random thought bubbled up from nowhere that being in the middle felt amazing. She gritted her teeth and strangled down a giggle. She sat quietly looking at Donna, doing her best to communicate with her eyes that she did not mind, that she loved Donna no matter what.



Donna nodded her face coloring, “Yes, you’re right. I did let my anger control my impulses.”



“A good Mistress must be very aware of both her and her sub’s emotions. It was difficult because we were both sharing Junie and you could not let go of your need to dominate. Junie was trapped between two Masters last night. It is a measure of our girl’s spirit that she tried to meet that challenge and give us both what we wanted. Our moods and styles did not match. Perhaps I was in error to let it continue. Maybe it would have been better to stop.”

We met on the internet, as so many do. He was searching for a girl with something extra, and my schoolgirls outfit fit the bill as far as he was concerned. We met a month later, he had abandoned his wife and children for a day in the woods with me. First we were going to have a little fooling around in his car.



We’d arranged a spot on a quiet road in the forest, a spot where cars could leave the road and park beyond the trees. I pulled off the road, avoided some trees, and looked for his car, a black 4×4. I spotted it parked in the shade of a tree, and brought my car alongside. I wasn’t yet dressed, but he had said it wouldn’t matter to start with. I could see him in the drivers seat, and wondered how aroused he must be, the kind of anticipation of a meeting just for our mutual pleasure must have him quite horny by now, and I was struggling with my own erection as I stopped the car. I looked over at him, hoping I wouldn’t be disappointing him, but I could see him grin somewhat, and he had already told me that my looks wouldn’t be an issue.



I opened the door, got out of my car, and then straight into his, looking into his eyes. I knew that we were both aroused, and would definitely be fucking very soon indeed, but I’d felt special when talking to him, and even if I was desperate for him to enter me, I was also sure that I wanted to wait. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of being with him first.



I sat down in the passenger seat, and leaned round to get a good look at him, he was quite toned, in comparison to my large frame. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, had a very close crew cut and was dark and handsome. I wanted to feel him against me. He drew breath, as if to speak, but I quickly reached up with my hand to quiet him. I didn’t feel like that kind of conversation right now, instead, I leant in towards him and took a kiss from him, I think he was as nervous as I was, even though this wasn’t the first time for either of us, but quickly he responded, and I felt a thrill as I found my tongue entwining with his. He breathed in slightly, sucking my mouth onto his, and I moved in closer, supporting myself with a hand on his thighs. I took the opportunity to run my fingers over his crotch, confirming his arousal was as intense as mine, the strain of his penis on the zip of his jeans, the pulse of blood through it making it twitch under my caress.



I knew that he felt the same way I did, both of us married, but seeking an intense connection with each other as lovers, not just sexual partners, and I gently pulled him towards me, cupping his hip in my left hand, rolling him slightly in his seat. The kiss continued for many minutes, I enjoyed the taste of him, the deep and sensual probing of his tongue, feeling more intense each moment. I was shaking uncontrollably, but this was the first time in many years I had met a man outside of my marriage, and I wanted him to feel the same intense longing and desire for me as I did for him.



We stopped a while later for breath, and I knew we’d made some kind of connection, and we were both still thoroughly aroused, and I decided to take the next step, briefly holding a finger to his lips to silence him, I took his hand, kissing them both on the palm, then sucking on each of his fingers in turn, knowing it would turn him on, but still restraining my desire to drag him into the woods and let him work his magic on my body.



I held his left hand in mine, as I gave his penis a squeeze through his jeans, and then slowly drew his zip down, freeing him slightly, watching the bulge bring his boxer shorts through the gap, I groped his testicles, cupping them gently, and then popping the buttons on his boxers, drew forth his penis, and quickly leant down and took the entirety into my mouth. The tightening of his hand on mine and the groan as his body relaxed completely confirmed my move had been effective, and I had to control a sharp thrust of his hips with my other hand to prevent him choking me with his lovely silky cock.



I lubricated it with my tongue, making sure that my mouth and tongue would be pleasing to him, and gently began to bob my head on him, ever so gently and slowly, feeling his breath falling into line with my movements. I wanted to please him so much, even with my lack of experience, but I also wanted to make sure he would be aroused later when he had the opportunity to do much more as my lover.



I felt fingers entwining themselves in my hair, and a pressure forcing my downward movements deeper, he wanted to penetrate my mouth and throat with his penis deeper and deeper. Ignoring the discomfort, I acquiesced, as I wanted his control, his force, and also, I desired a little pain and discomfort, as I would desire more than just a little pain later on. I felt his breath becoming more ragged, and I brought myself up, leaving his cock glistening with my saliva, a few drops of white liquid just freeing themselves from the tip, I shook my head, “Not yet. Later, but not yet.” I could see his disappointment, and the strain as he controlled his urge to ejaculate, I held my finger to his lips once again. “kiss me again, please.” and with the adrenaline I had caused to rush through his system, he leant over quickly, pushing me back into the seat, He took this kiss by force, pinning me back, forcing his tongue into me, all gentleness and subtlety lost. He was taking from me because I had denied him, but my place was beneath him, and this was more than I had dreamed of, and I felt elated as he took his pleasure from me just as he gave me the same rush of physical pleasure. I grasped him by the hips and pulled him onto me, the feeling of his weight pushing me into the seat so excited me, feeling his damp penis pushing against my belly, and my own hardness pushed against his knee.



He stopped a few moments later, his face hard, clearly wanting to move onto our other intended activities, he roughly opened his door, slammed it, walked round to my side of the car, and in one quick move, opened my door and dragged me out by the arm.



Slamming the door shut, and pushing me against the side of the car like a policeman subduing a suspect, he put his cock back inside his jeans and zipped himself up. For a brief moment my heart sank, as I worried he may be crying off, and leaving me to my unsated desire for him.



Then, as he locked the car, he walked past me, grabbing my hand, all thoughts of me losing this opportunity suddenly forgotten, although I was still pleased I had worn some ladies suspenders and stockings under my own jeans. I looked forward to the sensations of him against them, and against me.



He had a coil of rope in his hand, and the feeling of intense arousal, and of fear crept into me, but I had made the decision to meet him, out of desire for the one thing he wanted, and I did not deserve the option to deny him.



We walked briskly into the woods, at least a few hundred yards from the car, avoiding any ppublic paths, until we reached a clearing in the woods. Some soft mossy grass, and a lack of forest waste made it perfect. He gestured for me to kneel down, and doing so, he knelt with me, pulling off his shirt, and I followed suit.



Wearing just his jeans, and I the same, I suddenly felt shamed, my body was nowhere near the standard of his own, and I hugged myself to cover it, but he’d told me before it wouldn’t matter, and moving behind me he pulled my arms back, not just to make me uncover myself, but so he could slip the rope around my wrists, and a few brief moments later I felt the rope tighten, and stay tight.



I flexed my arms, and while they could still move slightly, he hadn’t tied a lovers knot, which would free me when tested, but a proper knot, intended to keep me restrained no matter how much I struggled. Another flash of fear ran through my mind. While we had talked about bondage, and my desire for submission, he was still a stranger, and now I had passed the moment of no return. I had given my body to him, and it was at his discretion that I would have my freedom again.



Standing, he move in front of me, and stripped himself of his jeans, and his underwear, and I bit my lower lip as I looked at his fantastic body, well toned, and admired his erect cock, which I so wanted inside me. Kneeling, he kissed me again, but now his breathing had slowed, regular and deep. He knew now that he was in control, that he could decide the path of our courtship.



He pushed me back, my bent knees forcing me to let myself fall backward onto the grass, and he undid my jeans, pulling them off with no ceremony, just making me almost as naked as he was. I looked up at him, seeing a slightly sneer on his face, and I bit my lip again, not sure where this would go, whether we would enjoy each other as lovers, or whether I was just a naive conquest of his, a one night stand for him.



He parted my legs, running his fingertips from my bottom to my ankles along the backs of my legs, he obviously enjoyed the feel of the nylon stockings I had on and I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed another mans touch, as his fingers ran over the elastic of the tops of the stockings, giving my thighs a gentle squeeze, he lifted my legs up against my tummy, holding my ankles either side of his head, he kissed each of my calves in turn, moving in towards me.



I realised he had not put a condom on only when I felt the damp head of his penis against the cheeks of my bottom, but I was far too desperate for him to say anything. I wanted him so much I didn’t care if he left his semen inside me or not, and a moment later I felt his penis against me, gently testing me.



At first I thought he would just penetrate me roughly, taking his pleasure after I’d denied it to him in the car, but he spent several minutes slowly pushing ever so gently into me, never penetrating more than a few millimetres. Opening my eyes, I looked into his, and he was smiling a gentle smile, enjoying the moment, and I smiled back, knowing that this was going to be an intense moment for both of us.



He paused, grinning slightly wider, and then with a sudden movement, thrust into me deeply. I gritted my teeth, and winced as my muscles accommodated his length and girth, the pain was quite focused, and I fought back, only slightly, but failed to restrain the reflex to push it out. Even with that effort lost, he threw his weight down, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and pinning me down by the shoulders, and held his cock inside me. “Is that what you wanted Lucy?” He asked, using the woman’s name I’d adopted for our conversations previously, and with my teeth clamped together, and tears coming forth, I nodded.



I still had my eyes closed when I felt his weight shift forward, and I felt his lips against mine once more, and trying to relax as much as I could, I opened my mouth to let him in. The pain was still there, but I felt it subside slightly around him, and instead of holding me down, I felt his hands at my sides, clasping my hips as he pulled out slightly and starting making love to me.



I had known the pain would be there, but now I relished it, and the fear as I lost control, giving my body completely over to him. We’d talked about rape as a fantasy, but we both knew it would never really be so, only mutual joy to both of us, domination and submission, and the opportunity for him to use me as he wanted, as a willingly submissive sexual partner.



He moved forward, propping me up slightly with his knees facilitating a deep entry, and began a steady rhythm, his breaths getting shorter and sharper, I groaned with each thrust, knowing it aroused him, knowing he wanted me to be vocal, I gasped at the deepest point of each penetration, feeling him move faster and faster. I hadn’t expected him to last long after my performance on him in the car, and I wasn’t disappointed when only moments later he drove himself into me, threw his weight onto me again, and with a twitching of his cock, ejaculated into me, I stared into his eyes as he froze with me, his eyes searching mine, and I whispered “I love you” as I felt his hot cum flooding me, coming out around his penis.



Sobbing with each breath he thrust a few more times, emptying his load into my willing body, and spent, without withdrawing he lay down on top of me.



He took a moment to get his breath, and rolled off me, and with his weight gone, I felt the blood return to my hands which had been pinned underneath me and I wriggled them to get the feeling back into them. He lay on the grass next to me, and I felt his hand snake over my belly and gently grasp my own cock and start to gently pump it. I smiled, telling him he didn’t have to, for the fantasy it would be better not to let me cum at all, only letting me do that when we met again, but he laughed gently, and leaning over, took it into his mouth, and it only took a few strokes before I arched my back and lost all control again, pouring myself into him.



He undid the ropes tying my wrists, and we shared a cuddle on the grass, before he got up and got redressed. I stood naked with him, and we held each other as lovers, before he left without another word. Looking into his eyes, I only wanted to know one thing, when we’d be together again…

She awoke and found herself bound on her hands and knees, to a metal table that hadn’t been in the room the night before. Her arms were stretched out above her head, to the top corners of the table, and her legs were bent at the knee and held open as wide as they could go, her ankles wrapped by the rope, and held in place, tied to the bottom corners of the table. Her ass was high in the air, and her folds were pulled open with ease. She felt a cool breeze and turned her head. There he stood, in the doorway, his erection large and throbbing. He never says a word, just takes control. She knows better than to speak, she doesn’t want to speak; she just wants him to explore her and show her new sensations new ways to bring her to climax.



He held a small paddle in his left hand, and lubrication in the other. Coming closer to her, he could see her body shiver with anticipation. He stood a few inches in front of her, and then raised his hand that held the paddle and brought it down on one ass cheek. She moaned, and then looked at him again. He repeated, but bringing it down on to the other cheek. She moaned again, hunger in her eyes. He paddled her again and again, slightly harder than the last swing. When he was done both cheeks were red and stinging.



She could see the tiniest amount of clear glistening liquid seep out of the tip of his shaft and she knew that he was holding back, that he wanted to plunge deep inside her, and she wanted it. She craved it. She looked up at his face and saw the hunger in his eyes. Then she watched as he tossed the paddle away and brought the lubrication up. It was cold on her bare stinging ass, and it caused her heart to skip a beat, now knowing what he was going to do next.



He moved closer to her, stroking his shaft as his hand rubbed the lubrication over her ass, pushing his thumb slowly into her ass hole, loosening it up. She moaned and tilted her head back. He knew that was what she wanted and he was going to give it to her. Holding his thick, throbbing cock, he slowly pushed the head past the tight walls. She moaned deeper, her arms and legs pulling at the ropes. He slowly began a steady rhythm then moved faster. She squirmed with pleasure, moaning and arching her constricted body. He grabbed her breasts, twisting the small buds between his thumb and index fingers. She moaned and breathed hard. He could hear her whimper, telling him to do it harder. He was more than happy to oblige. He pound his cock into her ass, then quickly pulled it out and plunged it into her hot, wet pussy. She gasped with surprise and pleasure.



He drove into her, his shaft glistening with her silky honey. He didn’t make a sound, and kept his eyes on her. He thrust into her over and over, to the point where she couldn’t stop shaking from the many orgasms that he caused her. Panting heavily, he loosened the ropes that bound her and helped her to the floor. Rubbing her arms and legs, he gently rolled her onto her side as he inserted a plug into her ass and thrusted his thick shaft into her core. She moaned out, urging him on. He held his hand over the plug as he quickened his thrusts.



She couldn’t help but cry out, her body was humming and now she couldn’t stop the convulsions that were caused by the enormous pleasure she was given. He wrapped his free arm around her stomach, reaching down and flicked her clit, his shaft a blur as he continued his onslaught of her core, her honey was a wave, the flood gates open as his massive cock forced its way into her over and over, her breaths were short, her arms gripping him, finally without a sound he filled her. His cum hot jets, mixing with her honey, coating her walls, and spilling from her core, white and sticky. She lay atop him, her breathing rapid, her limbs limp, she couldn’t speak, all she could do was lay there. His hands moved along her body, he knew that he had worked her good and hard, and he was going to give her some time to recover, just a little time, then he would introduce her to…the rack.

A few weeks after the get-together with Margaret and Tommy, Scott called and asked Margaret if she wanted a sling. He explained further that it was a brand new one that a friend of his bought and couldn’t install. Scott thought that the archway separating the bedroom from the closet/dressing area would be perfect for it.



He offered to do the installation, since he worked for a contractor and had all the necessary tools and equipment.



Margaret asked him “exactly what IS a sling?” Scott explained that it is like a hammock made from nylon webbing that one would lie back in, giving comfortable access to all sorts of “important” areas.



She hollered for Tommy, who was in the den watching TV, asking him if he would be interested in having Scott install a sling for them.



Tommy took all of 5 seconds to respond “Sure, when?”



When Margaret passed this on, Scott said “how about this Saturday?” This was fine with her as they had no plans for the weekend.



Scott told her that he needed to come over and get some measurements and asked if tonight would be all right.



She said “sure, and one or both of us can give you a treat when you get here!”



He said “I’ll see you at seven and I’ll tell you about the Bigfoot Club then.”



That evening when Scott arrived, both of them said “Hi” and asked “what is the Bigfoot Club?” Scott laughed and said “don’t I even get a kiss first?”



Margaret reached up, grabbed his neck and pulled him down to her hot mouth, effectively answering his question.



Once they finished playing tongue tag, Scott said “come on into the bedroom and I will tell you about it while I measure the arch.



The first thing he did was to locate the center of the archway and then took out a razor knife and cut into the sheetrock at the top of the arch to expose the wood underneath. Margaret gasped when he did this and he told her that it was all right and that it would be invisible when he was done. As he finished his measurements and made notes, he started to explain what the Bigfoot Club was all about. It seems that a guy had to have a cock longer than 12 inches to be a member. That’s why it was called big foot. He went on to explain that at over 13 inches, his cock got him membership but was not the longest one in the club.



Margaret juiced on hearing this, hoping that Scott would bring them over for a “visit.”



Scott went on to say that the club would be coming over when the sling was up and ready and would like to make regular visits to play with Tommy. There would always be several days notice if they wanted to get together and Saturdays were usually the best time to visit. Trying to use the bed was difficult for some of the guys and the sling was the answer to getting good penetration. He went ahead and installed the large eyebolt that he brought. When that was done he put in a piece of sheetrock where he had cut the hole at the top of the arch; taping and mudding it in place and it was finished. It was even the same color as the paint on the wall so it really was not noticeable.



When he was done, Margaret practically tore his pants off to get to that wonderful cock of his. She and Tommy pulled him over to the bed and finished the job, leaving him naked from the waist down.



Margaret dove onto his cock first, sucking in as much as she could manage while feeling him get larger in her mouth. Finally, he was just too big to fit so she pulled her mouth off his cock, slid up on top of him and impaled herself on it. It filled her and touched her so completely that she immediately started cumming, rolling from one orgasm to the next.



Tommy, feeling a little left out, bent down and started licking and sucking on Scott’s balls, helping him along in the process.



Margaret was moaning and rolling her head from side to side as she continued to experience one orgasm after another. Between Tommy’s licking and her contractions around his cock, Scott did not last as long as he expected, exploding into an intense orgasm that left him shaking from it. He collapsed on top of her and lay there for a few minutes until he could gather enough energy to move.



When he finally pulled out, Tommy was right there to clean Scott’s cock with his mouth and suck out the last bit of cum. Once Scott was done, Tommy moved to Margaret and used his tongue to get all of the cum he could out of her, giving her several more orgasms in the process.



Scott then told Tommy to be clean and ready for Saturday. He went on to explain that the guys preferred fucking a tight ass to fucking a pussy because they would bottom out in a pussy before they were all the way in, whereas they could go all the way in while fucking an ass, and they especially liked Tommy’s hungry ass. The thing he did by pushing out and pulling in had already earned him a reputation.



With that Scott was out the door saying “see you Saturday at 10.”



A couple of minutes later Tommy walked over to Margaret and asked her if she wanted to try the sling. Her reply was “oh yes, I got sooo wet thinking about those long cocks.”



The first thing Tommy did was adjust the height by putting the link in the right place on the chain. Once it was right he snapped into the eye at the arch. Next he got out the wrist and ankle restraints which Margaret put on. After she was ready, she climbed into the sling and lay back, saying “it is just like a hammock.”



It consisted of a black rectangular sheet of heavy ballistic nylon fabric that was reinforced at the corners and had a black brass grommet in each of the reinforced corners. It was held at the top with a heavy duty ball bearing swivel pounds that came from the Electrical Wholesale shop where several of the guys worked and could hold 9000 pounds.



From the swivel came 4 ea ½ inch black ropes – Sampson yacht braid with loops knotted the upper part for the spreader bars and for the restraint anchors. The spreader bars were black stained 1 ¼” maple dowels, 3 feet long and notched at the ends so they would fit into the loops in the ropes. All in all, a well made and strong sling.



Once she was comfortable Tommy fastened her arms and legs to the sling rope loops. She was not going anywhere and was completely accessible.



Tommy slipped out his cock and fed it to Margaret. With her head hanging over the back of the sling, she was at just the right height to take it in her throat; all he had to do was stand there and pull on the ropes to slide her on and off his cock. She couldn’t fight his movements because her hands were restrained; all she could do was suck.



After a few minutes of her working on his cock, he was nice and hard and decided to try the other end. He turned her on the swivel and slipped it into her warm wet pussy, hearing her sigh as he did so. Damn! The same rocking motion that worked while fucking her mouth worked here as well. All he had to do was stand there and move her on and off his cock. He could thumb her hard clit and guide her on and off with one hand. This sling was great!



She began to come up so he used both hands on the ropes and pulled her faster, listening to her grunts as she came up. The convulsions from her sweet pussy tightening on his cock had him getting close as well. Instead of just standing there, he began to thrust into her as he pulled her onto his cock; fucking here harder and harder as they got close. Finally she started to cum, tightening on his cock as she convulsed in orgasm. This was enough to kick him over the edge and he pulled her hard onto his cock and filled her pussy with his hot semen.



He collapsed on her, saying “mmmmm that was good! How about for you honey?” Margaret moaned and said “it is so easy; I didn’t have to do anything except enjoy it. With my arms and legs restrained, I couldn’t move so I just had to lie there and give into it. It was wonderful!”



“You have to try it honey. I’ll get my strap-on and you can see how you like it.” With that he unsnapped her restraints and helped her out of the sling.



She asked him if he was clean and he said “yes, with Scott coming over, I didn’t know if I was going to get fucked so I wanted to be ready.” She then helped him into the sling and started putting the restraints on him and fastening them to the loops on the support ropes. He commented that it was surprisingly comfortable and that she was right, he couldn’t move so he just had to lie there and take whatever came.



She got some lube and worked it into his hole, much to his delight. He commented that he missed having a cock in there. She then put on her strap-on and fucked his face with it, sliding it deep into his throat, asking him if he wished that it was a nice hard cum-filled cock. When she tired of that she went to his ass and slowly worked the rubber cock in, taking care to let him get used to the size.



She gradually increased the pace of her thrusts, holding onto his hard cock with her slick hand as she did so. The combination of getting fucked and getting stroked soon had him coming up. When she sensed that he was getting close she took her hand away and stopped, letting him hang on the edge.



She could see it in his face, what exquisite agony — desperately wanting to cum but just hanging there, short of going over the edge. As soon as he settled down, she started over, sliding into his hungry ass and stroking his hard cock again.



The sling is sooo much better than tying him to the bed. He is actually less able to move and has NO CHOICE but to submit to her exquisite torture, a fact that she truly loves.



After several more times of getting him close and stopping, she decides that his ass needs more stretching and gets the large butt plug out of the toy box, lubes it up and starts to work it into Tommy’s ass. She gently works it around and around while gradually pressing it in.



Finally, it goes in with a little pop. She them pulls on it, starting to move it back out just enough to continue stretching his ass. She keeps repeating the pulling and pushing until the plug moves freely in and out of Tommy’s ass.



Now she goes back to work on his cock. Bringing him to the edge yet another time while sliding the plug in and out of his ass; he can squirm but he cannot escape her torture.



All of this work to keep Tommy on edge is having an effect on her — she is now so wet that she can feel the moisture running down the inside of her thigh.



Her solution is to go to the other end of Tommy and slide her wet pussy over his face while telling him to “get busy and make me cum.” A job he does willingly. After she climaxes several times from his hot mouth on her clit, and fills his mouth with the last of his cum, she switches ends and goes back to work on Tommy’s ass and cock.



She spends the next 3 hours bringing him up, switching ends, making him lick and suck her to at least one orgasm, then going back to stroking him and sliding the plug in and out of his ass. By now he is begging her to let him cum only to have her delight in stopping just short of letting him go over and watching his suffering.



Looking at the clock, she sees that it is getting close to midnight. She tells Tommy that he will get to come at midnight and slows her stroking way down until her hand is barely moving on his aching cock. Since he can’t see the clock, he has no idea how close it is to midnight.



She lets go of the plug and starts working on his nipples, causing him to moan and twitch with every movement of her hand. Now she starts talking to him, telling him that it is getting closer to time for him to cum.



The fact that he does not know how close has him practically screaming and begging to cum. She remains firm in her resolve to make her strokes as slow as possible until the clock ticks to midnight.



When it is finally midnight, she starts working aggressively on his nipple while stroking his cock as hard and fast as she can. He lets out a loud groan and explodes all over her hand and his chest. She scoops up his cum and feeds it to him, sliding her fingers in and out of his mouth while telling him to suck all of that juicy cum out of that big hard cock.



This was repeated for the rest of the week. After dinner, Margaret would climb into the sling and Tommy would “service” her, either with his hard cock, his mouth or both. Once she had cum a number of times, they traded places and she would work him over, bringing him up and leaving him hanging. When she tired of her favorite torture, generally after at least 3 hours, she would finally let him cum and feed him his ejaculate, sometimes after smearing it on the rubber cock that was in their toy box.



Finally Saturday morning arrived and they both showered and cleaned themselves inside and out. They put on robes and were ready by 10 AM, when the doorbell rang.



At the door were Scott and three of his friends. After they came in, he introduced them to Margaret and Tommy.



First was Darnell — 13 inches – nicknamed “slim.” Then came Denzel — 14 inches, who was nicknamed “horse” and finally Algernon — 8/9 inches around and 13 inches long, who was “fat boy.”



Margaret asked about their nicknames and Scott told her that she would soon find out. She then asked them if they would like some of Mitch’s favorite pineapple juice that makes cum taste good. A couple of the boys said “yes” and she went into the kitchen to get them some.



In the meantime Tommy and the boys went into the bedroom where Scott asked Tommy how he liked the sling. His reply was that both he and Margaret loved it; it was so comfortable and allowed super access.



Just then Margaret walked in with the juice and announced that she was sooo wet in anticipation of their day. Scott said “well let’s get started then!”



With that, everyone took off their clothes. Since the boys had taken Viagra about an hour before, they were already starting to grow in anticipation.



Margaret squealed when she saw their cocks. They were so long and Algernon’s was much fatter than a beer can. She got weak in the knees just thinking about it filling her. She asked him if he wanted to fuck her and he responded “hell yes!”



Tommy climbed into the sling and asked Scott to snap him in. His arms were stretched up along the support ropes and his legs were spread wide and up along the ropes as well. There was no way he could move. He was comfortable but totally immobile.



He asked horse if he’d like to fuck his ass while he tried to deepthroat slim. Denzel’s cock was enormous! It was longer than he thought possible and it was fat! He seriously wondered if he could handle it, it was the longest and biggest he had ever seen. His thinking was interrupted by slim sliding his cock into Tommy’s mouth. Oh but that cock felt good! He really missed having a cock fill his throat sucking hard as he thought about getting slim’s cum.



Scott gave him some amyl and told him to take a big hit, which he did. He said it would make deepthroating Darnell easier, as well as taking Denzel in his ass. As both boys started working their cocks in, Tommy wanted to gag on slim’s cock but couldn’t because it was already in so far. All he could do was suck, work his tongue on the underside and try and breathe through his nose. It was a good thing that slims cock wasn’t any fatter or he wouldn’t be able to breathe.



Darnell would pull all but the head of his cock out to let him breathe, give him more amyl and slide his 13 inch cock back in, deeper each time. Tommy couldn’t believe how far down his throat it was going. He felt like a circus sword-swallower.



Darnell repeated this until his cock was completely down Tommy’s throat. He had never had anyone who was able to deepthroat the way Tommy was doing and man did it feel good!



While this was going on, Denzel was steadily working his fat 14 inch horse cock deeper and deeper into Tommy’s hungry ass. Tommy would push out as horse slid in and then try to hold it in as Denzel pulled out. “God it feels good,” thought Tommy and he couldn’t do anything but take it. His own cock was so hard that it ached and he wanted so much to be able to stroke it but couldn’t, restrained the way he was.



Over on the bed, Margaret was being stretched like never before. She could even feel the veins in his cock and came in an almost continuous series of orgasms. All Algernon had to do was move a little to trigger another one. He could feel her pussy clamp on his cock with each climax; boy was she a hot one!



Scott walked over to Margaret and fed her his cock. She practically choked on it but there was no way she wasn’t going to make him cum in her mouth. She worked her tongue around the head as she sucked, tasting his pre-cum and loving it.



Meanwhile, Darnell and Denzel felt like they were completely inside Tommy (which they were.) They were working with long strokes, both going all the way in at the same time while holding Tommy’s head and waist. Tommy could feel Darnell getting harder and his movements becoming jerky. It wasn’t long before slim unloaded in Tommy’s stomach. When Darnell finally pulled out, he could then taste his sweet, salty cum. What a treat! He wanted more!



Denzel was really enjoying fucking Tommy’s tight ass. He felt good that he could completely bury his cock in that hungry hole. And Tommy was moving back as best he could, feeling that wonderful horse cock sliding all the way in and then pulling out again. It felt like it was 10 feet long. His own cock was rock hard from the pressure of Denzel’s cock and aching to unload.



Finally Denzel was getting close. Sensing this, Tommy tightened even more on his cock, forcing horse to push harder on the “in” stroke and having to pull just as hard on the “out” stroke. Damn that hungry ass felt good!



It was only a few more strokes before Denzel unloaded. Tommy could feel each pulse of cum as it traveled through Denzel’s cock, filling his ass. It was incredible.



Scott was getting close as well but pulled out and covered Margaret’s face and chest with a major cum load. Algernon had picked up the pace and was fucking Margaret hard and fast, while trying to hold off cumming as long as he could.



Margaret was reduced to a series of deep breaths and moans as Algernon’s cock plunged into her. Finally he let go! Margaret could feel him pumping his cum deep in her pussy while each pulsing stroke caused her to cum and clamp hard on his cock. Algernon collapsed on top of her and lay there.



Meanwhile, Tommy was asking for MORE cock. He asked Algernon if he wanted to fuck his ass. To which he replied “oh yeah, give me a minute to get it hard again.” And he told Scott that he had a hungry mouth that needed filling. Scott just grinned and started stroking his cock.



Algernon went over and picked up the lube. Walking over to Tommy’s ass, he unscrewed the lid and stuck the mouth of the bottle in his ass and squeezed, shooting lube inside. Then he poured more on his now hard cock, working it around until it completely covered his meat.



He walked over to the dresser, set the bottle down, wiped his hands on the towel that was there and walked back to Tommy, asking “are you ready boy?” To which Tommy replied “oh yes.” Scott walked over to Tommy and gave him a couple of long hits of amyl, saying “you’re going to need this.”



With that, Algernon started to ease his slick cock into Tommy’s ass. Applying slow and steady pressure he started to ease the head in. Stopping for a moment, he told Margaret to come over and feed Tommy some of that hot cum he left in her. Tommy said “oh yeah,” as he opened his mouth to suck her in.



Scott reached around Margaret and gave Tommy some more amyl, eliciting a “mmmmm” from Tommy. Algernon resumed pushing his fat cock into Tommy’s ass. Suddenly it went pop and the head was in.



He told Scott to give “bottom boy” some more amyl and continued to press. He held the ropes on each side and gently gave little pulls to work Tommy’s ass further onto his cock, just a little bit at a time.

Consciousness came to Bree face down on a rumpled bed of cool satin sheets. Her limbs were stretched and secured spread eagle with her hips propped up on a wedge that exposed her entire nether region to easily accessible exposure. Coarse, very large, very warm hands caressed her silken skin gently with a hot mouth following their path. The attention elicited a low groan.



“Honey?” She asked, “Why am I face down and staked out like a sacrificial lamb?”



The low rough chuckle rumbled through her with a sudden start. That wasn’t her husband’s chuckle, and the laughter came from the mouth tracing lines on her back. In fact, the mouth was tantalizingly near her fabulously rounded cheeks, in the divot just above where the cleft began.



Trying not to panic, “Mike? This isn’t funny! This isn’t something we agreed to!”



From various positions across the room a camera clicked and whirred. Her husband’s voice reassured her smoothly, “No, but it is something we fantasized about and discussed. Consider it a bonus and paybacks of a sort.”



“Paybacks,” she asked?



“Yeah, if you get to do extra scenes, so do I. This is one of your fantasies that has plagued my nights more than once for want of it to happen,” he explained.



The mouth and fingers grew more daring and ever closer towards her most vulnerable places and she couldn’t control her shivers. Her body acquiesced even if her mind hadn’t completely been able to bend around the concept just yet. A set of teeth nipped her ass cheek.



“Stop it,” came the firm demand with just as firm a smack to her ass from a large, warm hand. “You’re thinking way to hard,” a very familiar masculine voice told her. Thick, and blunt fingers delved into her open and glistening folds. They danced along her nerve bundles and teased the smooth, petal soft lips of her denuded sex. “If I’d have known you were this sexy, and this open minded, I would have approached you two about being an addition to your play a long time ago sweetness,” he finished.



“Jonas!” Bree gasped in mortification, “Oh my God! I’m so embarrassed! What has Mike told you about our fantasies?” Bree groaned as his tongue flirted with her petite rear pucker. She couldn’t help the slight shift of her hips into his fingers and mouth and felt his welcoming growl as her arousal began to freely flow over his fingers. He greedily dipped his tongue into her honey and continued to tongue torture her alternately between her sweet taint and her weeping love tunnel.



“He’s told me how you’ve fantasized about me, how you wished to have two men worship your body until you are mindless and passed out from pleasure overload,” Jonas taunted her. “He’s told me how you want to swallow my cock in every orifice until my mark is as indelible on you as his is.”



Bree’s moans were all the answer he needed to confirm what Mike had told him of her fantasies. “Oh God! I’m coming,” she cried. Immediately his fingers stilled and his tongue withdrew completely from her straining, passion slicked, flesh. Her growl of frustration was fierce.



Had she been free, it might have proved dangerous. She was as she put it, ‘staked out’ and at Jonas’ mercy completely though. The muscles beneath the surface of her skin twitched madly with need, but he stayed still until the twitching and weak attempts at bucking ceased.



When Bree’s ardor cooled slightly, she rasped, “You do know that paybacks are always a true bitch?”



Outright laughter met her outraged claim of revenge. Jonas delighted in driving her up repeatedly to the edge of ultimate release only to let her fall again. She was foaming at the mouth by the time he began working self warming oils into her small pink rear hole.



“Mmm. It’s going to feel so good shoving my pierced, cock up your ass Princess! I’m going to enjoy dislodging that corn cob,” Jonas exclaimed squeezing her ass cheeks then drawing them uncomfortably apart and firing up all those delicious nerves. “You for that close-up penetration shot Mike?”

Toshiro Hakagawa (Tomiko tonight) felt the hundreds of male eyes following him as he turned off the trail and began the ascent of the more densely forested hill. He had given them something to stare at, a miniskirted Japanese schoolgirl, ten years younger than Toshiro’s actual age of 28, with firm slender thighs, sleeky black hair, high breasts, and a book bag carelessly slung over her shoulder, as she sauntered off the path, her hips provocatively swaying with each step.



Oh, how they wanted her. If only they knew. They could all have her. But she wouldn’t be quite what they expected.



He had to be crazy walking here, Toshiro thought, with the killer they were calling Goliath still on the loose. Soon, he was deeply into the woods, the voices in the park faded into indecipherable whispers.



Suddenly, his mouth was covered with a giant hand, and another massive arm wrapped itself around Tomiko’s expensive and lifelike falsies. He was spun around, face-to-face with the giant. Goliath stood before him, all 7’2″ and 400 pounds of him, clad in only a pair of jogging shorts. His body was rippled in muscles, from his massive chest to his slender waist to the huge quadriceps bursting forth from his shorts. And that was not all that was about to burst from his shorts.



“Ain’t it a bit late for a little gal like you to be walking out here all alone?” the giant asked in a thunderous voice. “It maight not be safe. Don’cha watch television, little girl?”



“How’s yo’ mouth, sweetie?” he asked, both of his hands on Toshiro’s shoulders now, forcing him to the ground. Toshiro felt each pine needle under his knees, exposed because of the miniskirt kilt he was wearing.



“How are you at sucking cock, little cunt?” If you suck me right good, Ah maight wait awhile befo’ Ah tear off yo’ head,” the giant said, holding Toshiro’s head in a viselike grip. His massive hands almost completely covered the sides of Toshiro’s face, and Toshiro had no doubt that the giant could do precisely that.



Fortunately, Toshiro was quite good at sucking cock.



“Peel off my shorts,” Goliath told him, and Toshiro obliged. The giant’s cock came free, slapping Toshiro in face. It was surely over 10″ long, with a baseball bat circumference. Despite his fear, Toshiro’s own cock was growing hard as he contemplating the prospect of sucking Goliath’s massive dick.



He pulled Goliath’s shorts down past his feet and then rose to greet his shaft. He had to rise off his knees to attain the tip, which he eagerly engulfed in his hopelessly inadequate Japanese mouth. His mouth stretched to its maximum extent, taking in the entire hood, as he lowered himself back upon his miniskirted knees. The giant’s shaft was now horizontal, ready to pound Toshiro’s jaw into fragments. Toshiro’s own hardened tool throbbed beneath his kilt, as he stretched to take more of the giant’s cock in his mouth, his hand roaming over the giant’s beautifully sculpted abs, then his rock-hard glutes, and finally down to the thick steel-like hardness of his massive thigh muscles. He pulled the giant toward him, caressing his hard ass as he engulfed another 6″ of his cock. He grabbed Goliath’s buttocks hard as he began to drive his eager mouth up and down on the giant’s shaft, his own cock now aching with desire.



“You really kinda like this work, don’cha, you little whore?” Goliath asked, as he began to drive his shaft in time with Toshiro’s movements, battering his way into the hitherto virgin territory of Toshiro’s throat. “Grab my balls, you little bitch. Ah am going to pour so much cum into you that yo’ belly’s gonna burst even befo’ Ah tear yo’ head off.”



Toshiro’s hands ran down to grasp Goliath’s shot-put sized balls in each hand, while the giant drove his cock past his throat. Goliath was now battering his mouth with the full length of his massive cock, thrusting it well past his throat, while his hand grasped Toshiro’s head more tightly, almost to the point of tearing it off.



Which is exactly how most of Goliath’s victims had died.



Toshiro bobbed his head more violently up and down Goliath’s shaft, keeping time with the giant’s thrusts, despite the pain. His own cock throbbed and ached for release.



He squeezed and played with the giant’s balls, pumping them in time with Goliath’s thrusts into his violated mouth. Finally, the giant cried out, impaling Toshiro, holding his head firmly in his viselike grip as his weighty balls jumped in Toshiro’s hands and Toshiro squeezed them like a tube of toothpaste as Goliath poured his hot salty seed into him, flooding his mouth and stomach.



The big man squeezed Toshiro’s head tightly, wanting to tear it off right then, but suddenly released it.



“Not bad fo’ a little ole schoolgirl. Ah tell you what. Ah’m gonna to let you live a few minutes longer. You’re a real talented cunt. You know what Ah’m going to do? Ah am going to fuck you. But not in yo’ cunt. In yo’ sweet little virgin ass. I’ll bet you never been fucked like that before.”



Actually Goliath would have lost that bet, and his word were music to Toshiro’s still aching cock.



“Don’t’ worry honey, Ah recharge right quick. The docs tell me it’s because Ah’ve got too many of them Y chromosomes. The more the merrier, Ah say.”



Goliath picked Toshiro right off the ground, spun him around, and then dumped him unceremoniously right back on the bed of pine needles. He spread Toshiro’s legs and flipped up his kilt to expose his ass. He ripped off Toshiro’s panties in one quick motion.



“Well, looky at we got here! A little stallion, not a mare. Well, it don’t matter none to me, son. An ass is an ass. Ah’m an equal opportunity fucker,” Goliath informed him in his sonorous bass voice.



“Here, Ah’m gonna make it a li’l easier fo’ both of us, the giant said, and started to spread Vaseline over Toshiro’s asshole as well as his own monster cock.



He grabbed Toshiro’s waist with his massive hands and raised him off the ground. “OK, honey, Ah’m home. Let me in,” he said as he drove his gigantic steel-hard rod 4″ into Toshiro’s ass, spreading him as he had never been spread before.



Toshiro cried out, but relaxed his sphincter to allow the giant greater passage, even reaching back to grab Goliath’s balls to urge him onward.



The giant drove himself deeper and deeper in Toshiro, in time with Toshiro’s squeezing of his balls.



“That feels nice, but it ain’t gonna save you son. Ah’m gonna tear off yo’ head when Ah come. Ah like the feel of the death rattle when Ah pour my seed into a warm still-movin’ headless corpse. Nothin’ personal, son. It’s just the way Ah skate.”



Goliath drove himself up to 9″ inches in Toshiro’s ass, passing Toshiro’s limit, and Toshiro could feel himself stretched to the edge of bursting. Then, the giant grabbed Toshiro’s head, yanked it up and rotated it sidewise, and began to lick Toshiro’s ear. “Ah’m gonna be kissin’ ya even after Ah pull your head off,” the giant said. Ah’m gonna turn yo’ worthless head around so you can watch me as Ah cum inside of yo’ headless corpse. Ah’m gonna look into yo’ dying eyes and see yo’ fear as Ah pour my seed inside you.”



He began to drive deeper and deeper into Toshiro, stretching him painfully, as his tongue caressed Toshiro’s ear, then roamed slowly down Toshiro’s face, as he rammed into Toshiro harder and harder, burying all 10″ of himself into Toshiro’s colon. His tongue found Toshiro’s lips and parted them, seeking the depths of Toshiro’s mouth, even as he pounded his massive shaft at a faster and faster pace into Toshiro’s impaled and defenseless body.



Toshiro felt the giant beginning to come, and his grip on Toshiro’s head grew stronger and stronger as he removed his tongue from Toshiro’s mouth and prepared to tear Toshiro’s head off.



Toshiro reached inside his Tomiko wig and retrieved the stylus. He expertly pushed it through the socket of Goliath’s right eye and deeply into his brain, giving him a prefrontal lobotomy the old-fashioned way and allowing the chemotropic electrodes to seek out their destinations in the giant’s hypothalamus and amygdala.



He then reached into his schoolgirl bag, sought out the control clicker and pushed button #3. Goliath arched his back, his brain nothing more than a giant orgasm now as he dropped his hands from Toshiro’s head and poured his gallons of hot seed into Toshiro’s digestive track. Toshiro could feel the warmth spreading through his abdomen as the giant collapsed on top of him, with all 10″ of his massive cock still embedded deeply inside him.



Goliath’s weight was crushing Toshiro, and so he pressed button #5 (nursing behavior). Goliath got up on his hands and knees, lifted Toshiro completely off the ground, spun him around, plopped him face up on the bed of pine needles, and ripped off the smaller man’s blouse and kilt, exposing his naked body to the moonlight. His mouth then zeroed in on Toshiro’s still throbbing cock and balls. At first, he engulfed all of Toshiro’s genitalia in his cavernous mouth, flicking his tongue over Toshiro’s balls, while Toshiro’s shaft slid up and down the roof of the giant’s mouth. Then Goliath withdrew and began to lap Toshiro’s balls and cock with his huge tongue like an eager puppy. He licked up and down the length of Toshiro’s hard prick, holding it in his viselike grip as his tongue frantically lapped at it in search of milk. The milk will soon come, Toshiro thought, while his fingers explored Goliath’s huge triceps and forearms as the giant squeezed his throbbing cock and the fingers of his other massive hand played with Toshiro’s balls, while his mouth continued to nurse on Toshiro’s cock like a baby at its mother’s teat.



Goliath’s huge fingers began to trace their way around Toshiro’s naked chest as he ferociously bobbed his head up and down the length of Toshiro’s shaft.



Toshiro felt himself beginning to come, and he quickly withdrew his throbbing dick from the giant’s frantically sucking mouth.



“Not like this,” he told the giant. “I want to ride you like a bull.” He pushed button #6 and the giant got up on his hands and knees and assumed the traditional mounting position for a female mammal.



Toshiro slid out from under the soon-to-be-ridden bull. He used Goliath’s Vaseline to lube both of them for the task at hand. He slipped his belt around Goliath’s throat, tightening it so that he could use it as a rein.



Then he stood on his tiptoes to shove his cock into Goliath’s well-sculpted ass.



“Giddyap!” he told the giant, and Goliath proceeded to do exactly that, bucking like a bull as Toshiro began to pound his way in and out of the giant’s ass, crashing into Goliath’s rock-hard butt with every thrust, his balls smashing into the giant’s own magnificent orbs over and over again. Toshiro resisted the temptation to swing his schoolgirl beret, Stetson-style, above his head and yell “Yee-hah” as he rode the ogre into the sunset.



Instead, he decided that the giant should have one last treat before he began his life of celibacy.



He punched button #2 and Goliath became instantly erect. Toshiro reached under to take the Neanderthal’s huge balls in his left hand and reached around with his right hand to grab his gargantuan cock. He then began to play with Goliath’s balls, as he pumped his shaft with his right hand and continued to pound his way in and out of Goliath’s ass.



He lowered his mouth to the giant’s spine and began to lick his huge muscular back, running his tongue up, down, and all over the hulk’s naked skin as he continued to fuck his ass, which was now clutching Toshiro’s cock with each movement as Toshiro pumped the big man’s rod faster and faster in time with the increasing frequency of his own thrusts.



Finally, they both screamed out, as Toshiro shot his wad deeply into the giant’s bowels, squeezed his balls, and Goliath poured his hot stream once more into the cool night air.



They lay there for a moment, Toshiro’s tongue still softly exploring the big man’s spine as his hands ran over every muscle of his mammoth back.



Toshiro stood in the moonlight then, the forest shadows dancing on his naked flesh as he bent down to retrieve Tomiko’s torn clothes and rearrange them on his ravaged body.



He gave the giant’s forehead a parting kiss as he rose to walk back down the wooded trail.



Goliath looked up at him then. His brain was simplified now, more at peace, as his watched the moonlit clouds streaming above him. How could he have not recognized their beauty until this very moment?



Toshiro reached into Tomiko’s book bag and retrieved his notebook and pen. He crossed Goliath off his list and tried to figure out who was next. Perhaps the Seattle Slasher.



He always wanted to see the rainforest.

Another long day at work is at an end. It has been a week of non stop demands at work and I am ready for some relaxation. Tossing my clothes as I head for the bathroom, leaving a trail of laundry to be picked up later, I stop to stare at my reflection in the mirror. Unable to resist, I pinch my nipples to hard peaks, moaning softly in the quiet of the house. Bending to put the plug in the tub, then start a nice hot bath, spilling some bubble bath in, inhaling the scent of wild strawberries.



Padding naked to the kitchen and grabbing a diet coke, then heading to the computer to check my emails. The same old; buy this, rent this, check this site out…delete, delete and … wait…here’s one with a twist;



{Hello Bethyboo,



I have been reading your stories and have found them inspiring. I am a woman, and I have been trying to come up with a unique gift for my guy. I was wondering if you would be interested in being his Christmas present from me? He loves anal sex and I was hoping that you might want to show up under the Christmas tree. Please find attached a picture and a brief description of him. If you are interested, please contact me and we can set up the details. }



Opening the picture and reading his description, I smile, imagine that…me a Christmas present. Clicking off the computer and shaking my head at the odd email, I head to the tub. Sliding into the foamy hot water, closing my eyes and just concentrating on breathing for a few minutes. His image floats in front of me, dark hair, silvering at the edges and those deep brown eyes, I can just imagine getting lost in them.



What am I thinking, this is ludicrous, and I start to formulate the return email in my mind, “Thank you for your request, but I am not interested….”



Or am I? My hands are drifting over my belly, slowly caressing until they cup my breasts and I pinch my nipples to life, erect and throbbing with his face hovering in my mind. My breath quickens and I imagine myself laying under a Christmas tree, tied with red ribbons, naked and quivering, awaiting the handsome man in the pic to find me and untie me. One hand slithers down my body, leaving a blazing hot trail, to slide between my swollen nether lips, stroking my hard little clit, feeling it quiver as I cum.



Wow, that was quick. My eyes opening in the bright light of the bathroom, blushing, as I am a little embarrassed to be so inspired by a picture and an email. Putting that man, and that email out of my mind, I lather my hair, rinsing under the tap and pulling the plug.



Stepping from the tub, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Pouting as I lift my heavy breasts, wishing they still sat up and begged, but gravity has taken its toll, or shall I say life has left its marks on my body. A scar here, and one over there, breasts not so perky anymore and a belly that could use a few situps, or a few hundred more like it.



Grinning, I have long ago accepted my flaws, and have learned to embrace my assets. My willingness to experiment and ability to enjoy sex, and turning to look at my ass, and that willing curvy bottom, all add up to a sexy time for any brave enough to partake.



Wrapping myself in the towel, and drying my hair, dabbing on some moisturizer and then softly making my way to bed. Climbing between the sheets and letting the dark night take me away to dreamland.



Climbing from bed reluctantly and looking at the clock. Only 9 am on a Saturday morning, wishing I could climb back under the covers, but the day calls, there is much to do today.



After a quick breakfast I slip into comfy jeans and a t-shirt and head out to do some errands. By late afternoon, I can finally go home and relax. Sitting down in front of the computer once more, I read the email from last night again. When I get to his picture, I can feel my nipples stiffen to little throbbing pebbles, straining at my bra, leaving a very telltale rise in my t-shirt.



Smiling, I hit the reply button and type;



{Thank you for your email and while it is very tempting to take you up on your offer I am unable to…}



I pause, push back in my chair and contemplate, weighing my options, having a little war with myself. It is not right, to offer myself up as a Christmas present, but on the other hand…he is very attractive. And it would be a help to this woman…it would be a unique present, and ….my mind hits a blank. So I continue to compose the message.



{…resist at this time. Let’s discuss the details and make this happen.}



I hit the send button before I can change my mind, and holding my breath…I feel the shudder of anticipation rocket through me. Well now, time to do something about this. Leaning back in the chair, I undo my jeans, slip a hand inside and find that warm wet cleft. Rubbing my clit, letting a finger press inside to scoop out more wetness, moaning aloud as my hips slip forward, ass barely on the edge of the chair. Heart beating faster, panting for breath, cumming swiftly, moaning aloud, a cry falling over my parted lips, the wet gush onto my fingers.



Smiling, eyes closed, finger still buried inside my clutching cunt, rubbing my engorged clit…waiting for the quivering of my body to abate…the sound of the email notice bringing me quickly out of my post orgasmic bliss.



Pushing the button, and reading;



{Thank you so much…this will mean a lot to both of us. If you will kindly send me your size, I have just the outfit picked out to wrap you in. Please let me know if the date will work for you.}



I check the date against my calendar and find that it will work and with another delicious shiver, I send her back my acceptance, and my phone number. Within a minute of hitting the send button my phone rings and with a shaky hand I pick up the receiver and say, “Hello?”



Her voice sounds as nervous as mine as she quickly outlines what she is hoping for, and with a breathless sound of agreement, she assures me that she will send me all the pertinent details in an email.



“Thank you so much, he will be thrilled with his Christmas present, and I think you will be pleased as well, he has an amazing cock.” her voice is tinged with nervous excitement.



“I just hope he will be as thrilled with me as I will be with him, and thanks for letting me do this.” my voice quivers, nerves and the recent orgasm lending a huskiness to my voice.



We disconnect and I find that I am looking very forward to meeting this man. With only a week until present time, I will have to find ways to keep my mind off of the encounter or I will be so nervous I might chicken out.



Work and Christmas shopping, decorating and an evening of baking cookies make the week go by quickly and finally the day has arrived.



Lazing in the tub, carefully shaving my legs, my underarms and of course my pussy have me trembling with excitement. In need of some release I lay back in the tub, grab the shower nozzle and direct the spray of water on my clit, it dances under the jets, swells and throbs. My heels on either side of the tub, braced, my pussy draped wide open, clit standing tall from its hood, I let out a scream as I rgasm.Pussy gushing into the tub, eyes feverish as my fingers dive inside and rub that sensitive tract of flesh, and with a growl, I squirt sweet girl cum, drenching my fingers, it drips from my wrist. Breathless, mouth wide in a silent scream…trembling all over as the orgasm is sustained by the jet of water hammering at my hard pleasure nub.



Gasping for breath, unable to move I let the shower nozzle drop into the tub, spraying warm water all over, washing away the fluids, leaving me weak and trembling. Finally climbing from the tub on rubbery legs, I dry my hair, apply a thin coat of make-up and deep red lipstick to match my finger and toe nails. Checking my naked body in the mirror, I smile, this will have to do.



Slipping into jeans and a t-shirt, I pull on my jacket and grab my car keys. It is time to go, and I don’t want to be late. I park on the street a couple of houses down, and walk quickly to their house. She meets me at the door and with a grin, grabs my hand and pulls me inside.



We stand staring at each other and finally she says, “You are perfect, he will be thrilled.”



With that we both giggle and I step out of my sneakers and follow her into the house. She gives me a quick tour that ends in the kitchen. We sit at the table and talk about what I should expect, and by the time all the details are hammered out, we have polished off an entire bottle of wine and both of us are a little giddy.



She pulls a box from under the table and tells me to go to the bathroom and get changed, he will be home in about 30 minutes. I eye the box, bright red and find myself blushing almost the same colour. She just laughs and points to the bathroom.



In the box I find a pair of red fishnet stockings, complete with red garter belt. A short red skirt trimmed at the hem with white fur and a bra…at least it is sort of a bra, more a shelf for my breasts…nipples completely exposed. And that’s it! I might as well be naked, the skirt barely covers my ass, and it flares so that I am sure with every movement I will be showing my treasures.



Still, this is what she wants me wrapped in, not that there will be much need for unwrapping. I swallow the lump in my throat and return to the kitchen. She stares at me…and she is frowning. “What, did I do something wrong?” my voice trembles as I cross my arms over my breasts.



“Oh, no, not at all…I was just thinking that maybe you look too good. You will be fine, he is going to love his present.” she takes my hand and leads me to the living room. “Just a few final touches and I am going to go out, I don’t think I could stand to stay. I want him to find you under the tree, ready to be unwrapped.”



She hands me a pair of red stiletto heels which I slip my feet into, teetering, glad I won’t be expected to walk anywhere. Then she adds a big red bow to my head and ties my hands behind my back, with red ribbon, making my breasts jut out from my chest. e positions me beside the tree and proceeds to wrap a thick red ribbon around me, tethering me to the tree. She is careful not to cover my hardened nipples, instead the ribbon goes above and below them, making them stand out even more, throbbing red, aching and engorged with blood.



She stands back and looks at me…produces a pair of nipple clamps and quickly attaches them as I wriggle and squirm, realizing that I am actually quite helpless. My breath is fast, panting for each lungful of air.



She looks at me again, “Perfection, I hope the clamps aren’t too tight, but I couldn’t resist them in the store, and just one more thing.” She adds a tag to one of the clamps so that it dangles and pulls.



“It says, To Scott, unwrap as you will, she is yours until midnight.” She smiles at me…and then walks away. My mouth gone dry, I am scared, my nipples aching and throbbing, pain setting in, my threshold being tested as I hear her close the door.



My body shudders in its bonds, knowing that I cannot get out of the ribbons, my back arched, my everything on display, and even as I wriggle against the tree, I can feel the swelling of my nether lips, the juices as they seep and ooze.



Long minutes tick by and finally the sound of the door again. My lips tremble, and my mind races, what if he is not happy with me as his present. A nervous trembling makes my body tremble, my feet aching in the impossibly high heels and my nipples throbbing with pain as they swell even more around the clamps.



I watch, breath held as he enters the room, and stops…mouth wide, staring at me, tied to his Christmas tree. He slowly approaches, and a smile spreads over his face as he reads the tag. Those dark brown eyes twinkling mischievously as he reaches up and touches my cheek.



“Well, Merry Christmas to you too…I think I will leave you just like that while I grab a quick shower…no need to be hasty and unwrap you too soon.” he winks at me and as he turns to walk away, I can’t help but whimper, my nipples are demanding to be released from the clamps.



He comes back to me, leans in and whispers,”I will take those clamps off as soon as I come back, I want to hear your pretty lips scream when I do.” he licks my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth briefly before walking away. I can hear his chuckling receding in the house.



My heart pounds in my chest, so loud I am sure he can hear it even above the sound of the shower. He is so handsome, so masculine, and his scent has infused my nostrils as I pull cool air into my burning lungs. I lick my lips, where his tongue lingered just moments ago and my pussy, reacting to the anticipation of his return starts to pour its sweet oils out. My thighs feeling the warm wet trickle dribbling down.



After what seems a very long time, my nipples are singing with pain, every inhalation of breath making them move, swell so that the clamps bite in deeper. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, I hear him approaching, soft footsteps getting closer. He stops to lean in the doorway. Framed, his hips swaddled in a white towel, his hair, darker and hugging his head, and those eyes that seem to bore right through to the depths of me, making me hold my breath in anticipation. He stares at me, and finally my breath hisses over clenched teeth, hot and damp over my lips. He smiles back at me and I watch as he moves closer, closer until I am ready to scream with need.



He stops just short of being able to reach out and touch me and takes in my trembling body, his eyes devouring me, making me feel helpless, nervous, there is such raw need in his smouldering brown orbs. My eyes wide as I watch his hands untuck the towel and as it drops away, it catches briefly on his raging erection, making his cock bob up and down before with a swing of his hips it flutters to the floor. The naked body of this man, ohhhhhhh, such a sight to behold, thick chest, strong arms, long tapered fingers that clench and unclench, and that cock, standing up, seemingly staring at me.



My back arches, pushing my aching nipples closer, and with a whimper I watch as his hands reach forward, seize both clamps and as the fear registers in my eyes, he whispers, “Scream for me.” and removes both clamps at once. My body tenses, taking a moment for the pain to register, the fire in my nipples spreads, deep inside me and as his mouth descends to suckle one, his fingers pinch and roll the other. The scream builds, bubbling up from deep in my gut, ripping through the quiet of the living room, long and loud and lusty, until there is no air left in my lungs, until weak with the exquisite pain, I lean into his body, glad of the ribbons holding me in place.



His fingers and mouth trade places and with a shudder that runs the length of my bound body, I finally draw a deep breath, and let it out, almost softly, sighing, a mumbled moan of desire as his mouth brings my nipples to erection, hard and sensitive nubs still aching, but tinged with erotic need. His mouth pulls off my breast with a wet plop and his hand slides down over my ribcage, teasingly light as he traces the waistband of the skirt, then he dips lower and slides his hand up my thigh, finding my heated sex, wet, sopping as his fingers dance past the engorged lips to touch that pleasure centre.



The colours of the rainbow dance in front of my eyes as my world explodes, my screams of passion tossed out into the room, as my hips thrust forward, making contact at last, fingers to clit and I cum, drenching his wriggling digits, splashing down over my thighs. With a final shudder, my body almost hangs loosely, wrapped around the tree, red ribbons cutting deeply into my flesh.



He stands back, brings his sopping fingers to his lips, then sucks on them, the wetness of his mouth on his fingers, the sound delicious to my ears, my eyes unable to tear away from those lips, suckling my juices.



My hips strain forward, fucking the air as the urge to feel those fingers on me again becomes too much to bear…mumbled pleas drip from my lips, incoherent, sounding like the whimpers of a caged animal…and he laughs, reaching forward to touch my lips, trace my quivering mouth with those recently sucked fingers, I inhale deeply, the scent of my sex filling my nostrils, making my head swim with desire.



He unties the ribbon holding me to the tree, slowly unwinding, stopping to nip at my lips, trace my nipples, dip into my wet sex with each unwinding of the ribbon until at last, I am free, bound only at my wrists, and I stumble forward, falling into his arms. His embrace enfolds me, hugging me tightly to the length of his naked body. His throbbing cock pushing up and under the scrap of red fluff that serves as a skirt, and his hands knead the pliant flesh of my ass. My body molds to his, soft curves conforming to the hard lines of his body, and with a growl, his lips claim mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth, he nibbles the tip, making me groan.



He pulls me forward, then pushes me down to my knees, his cock bobbing mere inches from my mouth, and with a firm grip on my hair that brings tears to my eyes, he commands me, “Suck my cock now my little toy, feel how much I want you!”



His cock pushes past my lips, the girth stretching them wide, my tongue a slippery slide guiding him to the back of my mouth, his hand on my head pulling me forward, hot juices drip down my thighs as I gasp in a breath. His hand pulls my hair, would tightly in my tresses, and his hips advance until there is nowhere left for his cock to go. His balls slap against my chin, thick drool dribbling out past the seal of lips to shaft. Then with a harder thrust, his cock slides deeper, past the bend in my throat, filling my mouth. Gagging and retching, spewing hot drool, it drips over my breasts, cools as it slides over my nipples and the urge to breathe becomes all consuming. I struggle, gagging loudly, trying to pull back, but his hand holds me firmly in place, my throat constricting on his cocks head, and he moans, his hips thrusting, fucking my throat until with a last gurgling retching sound, I almost lose consciousness.



Finally he pulls free, long strings of spittle connecting his throbbing rod to my lips, and with a shuddering painful breath…I cough, red in the face as air finally fills my lungs. He lets go of my hair and bending, he pulls me up, kisses me hard, his lips demanding, bruising mine, and then leads me to the couch, bends me forward over the arm and starts rubbing my exposed ass. My hips gyrate, pumping up and down, still gasping for air, breath ragged, moans tumbling out to join the loud sound of my lungs pulling in cool air.



Without warning, his hand comes down hard on my bare ass, driving my hips into the arm of the couch, the sound ringing in my ears, as I struggle to rise. His hand pushes on my back, “Stay bent over, don’t you move, but please feel free to scream.” His voice is commanding, and I let my body fall forward, hands twisting uselessly in the red ribbon at my back. His hands continue to spank my ass, the heat spreading, the sound filling the room. Smack after smack rains down on my ass, searing heat, blinding pain… and the sound of my anguished screams drown out the slapping sounds.



I lay sobbing, feeling his hands tracing the lacy red patterns of his handprints on my ass, muffled whimpers as I bury my face in the soft cushions of the couch. After what seems like a long time, my sobs finally die out, as his fingers trace my swollen nether lips, my clit dancing as his probing digits glide on either side, then start to rub faster, friction heating it, making it swell, climb from its protective hood and quiver. His other hand still sliding along my wet slit, letting two fingers slide inside me, curling along my front wall, finding that ohhhhhhhh so sensitive stretch of flesh, he rubs hard and fast.

Welcome to Chapter 7 of News Story. This is the continuing saga of Jean Meredith as she evolves in the world of domination and bondage. If you haven’t yet read them, please check out Chapters One through Six to get up to date on how we got to where we are today. Enjoy and don’t forget to vote! As always, any comments and critiques are greatly appreciated!



***



We are finally on our way to Washington D.C. It is no small task getting a connecting flight from Hemmingsburg to Houston; but we did it. Now we are in the air and heading for the capital. Mark and his wife Jenny are seated directly in front of us. Brent is seated to my left on the aisle. I am Jean and I am on my way toward a big, big story.



Mark is my brother and runs the old family farm. His wife, Jenny, was a high school classmate of mine who I never cared for much but who has now become a close friend. Brent is my partner, my companion, my mentor, my manager, my friend and my Master — and those attributes are in no particular order. We are both reporters for the Hemmingsburg Report newspaper: a small town paper looking for the big stories.



Up to this point our most significant common connection is the ‘Man’s World’ fantasy compound. Focused on providing females with BDSM fantasies, it has served us as a recreational diversion as well as a business opportunity.



We are now flying to Washington for a potentially serious news story. Our subject will be Senator Melvin Johnson and his staff. The story has yet to be fully defined and is based only on some fuzzy rumors.



***



I am glad I had agreed to go on this trip with Brent. It did not seem that I had the opportunity to choose but Brent let me make the decision anyway! There were conditions.



It has already been a long day: flying out of Hemmingsburg to Houston and then laying over waiting for our flight out to Reagan International. I am leaning my head on Brent’s shoulder. He is reading the in-flight magazine. We are surrounded by the dull buzz of conversations going on throughout the cabin and the hum of the engines. Half of the people are dozing. The man to my right has drool oozing out of the side of his mouth. I scoot over as close to Brent as I can — so much for flying the friendly skies!



This plane is packed. I wonder what they are all doing; I wonder where they are all going. I am just a small town girl; it is hard for me to comprehend where all these people live and work. Even the airport at Houston was strange to me. Angry, pushy people everywhere are trying to get somewhere else in a hurry as if the world actually depended on it. I cannot feel that sense of self-importance; the world does not care about me nor does it depend on what I do. Why is everyone so frenetic?



Brent puts the magazine back into the seat pocket and holds my hand; we interlace our fingers. He loves me!



I ask Brent, “What is our itinerary once we get to D.C.?”



“Mark and I have a couple of business meetings with the government small business agencies early in the morning. You and Jenny should go sight-see and shop downtown — there won’t be anything specific for you to do until evening. You and I will be attending a private reception with the Senator and his staff and some select business people. Mark and Jenny will be meeting with Representative Coontze on the House side. They are a decoy team, of sorts, and will be talking with Coontze about the farm and some pertinent pending legislation. Beyond that, our schedules will depend on how these two dinner parties turn out. Our task is to try and steer the conversation toward the bankruptcies.”



“But how will we do that? What companies are going bankrupt?”



“There are several: first of all we have Dixon Enterprises out of Orlando. The company is a manufacturer of fuel cells for high-MPG vehicles. It was started up two years ago by a lobbyist for the Senator. I can’t remember his name off the top of my head, but that is not important to us at this time. He received a huge loan guarantee from the government on behalf of Dixon Enterprises. If we can identify the top of this heap, these other guys will get plucked up in no time.”



“What does that mean — he got a loan guarantee?”



“It means the taxpayers have co-signed for a loan to finance Dixon’s business plan. If Dixon’s plan fails and they cannot make loan repayments, then the taxpayers pick up the tab.”



“Why would the Senator sign up to that?”



“It’s called payback. The lobbyist has been a big contributor to the Senator’s two election bids. This is a commonly recurring theme throughout democratically elected governments around the world. Ours is no different; in some respects, it’s the benchmark.”



“So what about the taxpayers? How do they get their money back?”



“They probably won’t. That’s part of the magic of working within a government bureaucracy.”



“Where is the fishy stuff is going on?”



“Almost everywhere; Dixon has some reports and studies showing slow progress and deficit cash flows. The primary investors cashed out four months ago with a modest profit; the company filed for bankruptcy two months ago. The casual investor lost his shirt. The taxpayer will never see the loan paid back. This reeks of an insider information network that is incredibly extensive.”



“But is that not just an unsuccessful company? Wouldn’t that be a possibility for anyone in business for their business plan to fail — especially in a slow economy? Companies fail all the time.”



“You’re right, but the catch here is that Dixon Enterprises never existed. It is a sham company. It’s merely a black hole where money goes in and no one knows where. Somewhere there is a thread that will lead us to a trail that nails someone. It might even be the Senator himself. Something this big has got to be managed by someone in high places.”



“I understand and I’m disgusted. Any other companies involved?”



“Actually, we think there are ten companies altogether. Two other companies have filed for bankruptcy this year: Edison Engineering out of Boonesborough, Kentucky, and Miller and Sons out of place called Jaysville, Texas. I don’t think Jaysville, Texas, even exists!”



“How can they get away with this? Don’t they have to pass audits or inspections? Their books can’t be that good.”



“The tax filings and business reports are all filed and in order. There are not enough inspectors to check all this kind of thing out on site. Given a good inspector and sufficient time, he would ferret the truth out. But that’s not likely to happen. It’s so unlikely to happen that the conspirators consider it a low percentage risk. Plus the money is not so great that it’s going to raise a significant red flag. That’s our angle — it should be easier for us to get close up because the conspirators believe it’s off the radar. The Jaysville mistake is what got Billings’ attention; he has sniffed this one out from that trivial detail. But his facts are not enough to raise the alarm. That’s our job. Breaking this story will be a big prize for the Hemmingsburg Report; it could mean the revival of the newspaper world.”



The last statement sounded somewhat sarcastic but I elected not to pursue that thought. “Are they that sloppy to make a mistake like using a town that doesn’t exist?”



“Sure, money flows in Washington faster than the speed of light. No one knows where it all goes. Someone got in a hurry, made a stupid mistake and let it go. Two of the key features of any bureaucracy: crassness and arrogance.”



“How do we get in?”



“Once we get into the dinner party we’ll have to improvise. The Senator is my prime suspect so we’ll start with him. You may have to soften him up!”



“How am I going to do that? I’m not a detective.”



“Your country charm will appeal to the Senator. He’s used to slick city girls. You will seem to be an easy target for the Senator’s carnal desires.”



“You think he’ll try to seduce me into the sack with him?”



Brent grins slightly, “No, I think he’ll tie you up in a sling and beat you mercilessly!”



I ponder on that response. Brent did mention that the Senator was a ‘Man’s World’ participant. “This is another ‘Surprise Me’ option opportunity, isn’t it?”



“You should look at it that way! And I can speak from first-hand experience: you are the best.” He kisses me on top of my head.



“I suppose. Do you have any other suspects? This sounds like a big operation.”



“I have two others, but I don’t have anything of enough significance in either case.”



I look up at him to ask more questions when I hear that familiar ‘ding’ sound; the ‘seatbelt’ light goes on. The pilot’s voice pipes up on the intercom, “Please notice that we have activated the seatbelt light. We request that there be no unnecessary movement in the cabin. We are beginning our approach into the Reagan International Airport airspace. We estimate that we will be on the ground in twenty minutes. The weather in Washington is cold and blustery; it is fifty-three degrees Fahrenheit with a fourteen mile per hour breeze out of the west. The skies are partially overcast. The time in Washington presently is four-thirty P.M. Eastern Standard Time.” The intercom goes silent. I hear people snapping their tray tables back into the locked and upright positions.



I cuddle up to Brent a little closer and close my eyes. I would like to snooze a bit before we land. In fact, I would like to snooze a bit while we land — I do not particularly care for flying, especially the landing part!



I close my eyes and imagine myself hoisted in the air in a rope swing. This might not be such bad way to conduct an investigation after all.



***



The air temperature has increased since yesterday; it must be in the high sixties or maybe even seventy today. Jenny and I are walking along the National Mall; it is really pleasant — maybe just a little cool but the sun is out and the wind has died down. The Lincoln Memorial is off in the distance. Jenny and I have spent the morning walking and talking. The buildings along the mall look so impressive; they provide a relaxed backdrop for us to stroll along and chat. It is late in the season so there are not many flowers or pretty foliage to speak of. We never made it to shop.



Jenny says, “What time is it?”



“I don’t know, maybe two o’clock.”



“Shouldn’t we be getting back to the subway? I don’t want to rush about getting ready. Mark is really nervous about tonight’s dinner parties.”



“Okay, let’s see, the station is about four blocks that way.” I pointed to our left. “Brent is a little nervous too. He says the Senator has friends everywhere. He said he once pulled Hector out of some issues with some bureaucrat.” We turn and start walking back to the station.



“Yes, he did. Hector was charged with fraud over some land deal he was involved in. The property was partially owned by the Senator’s brother. And the brother was a part of the fraud — as a co-conspirator. The Senator made some calls and it all went away. That was all before Hector moved here last year. I don’t really know any details. Mark never likes to tell me too much. Sometimes, I think he thinks I’m a bit ditzy!”



“Why would he think that? Why, you were a blonde cheerleader who just managed to graduate from college cum laude.”



She smiles. I am glad she went on to bigger and better things than cheerleading! I am getting to like Jenny more and more as I have gotten to know her. “What’s Brent telling you about the parties?”



“Very little, he says for me to act normal, friendly, let the conversation flow and to listen for any information. Anything might be useful. Pay attention. Don’t forget the details.”



“It sounds like we’re in for quite an exciting evening.” She sarcastically adds, “It was so much easier when I was just a cheerleader.”



“From what I’ve heard, Congressman Coontze relishes the camaraderie of cheerleaders!”



Even more sarcasm, “Yeah, Mark told me I was fully qualified to be a member of the Congressman’s staff by the time I graduated from high school. At that time my resume read: young curvy blonde female with skimpy cheer outfit available for consultation. I met all of the requirements!”



We titter and walk on toward the subway station with our elbows interlocked.



***



I am standing in front of the mirror wearing only a towel wrapped around my waist loosely knotted, trying to get my hair dry with one of those premium hotel-supplied hair dryers. This hotel room is nice but not frilly. There are two large rooms: a living room and a bedroom. The bathroom is large with a walk-in shower (Brent and I took advantage of that last night — we were, of course, only trying to save on water use! Ha!) There is a large sink and mirror outside the bathroom door.



Brent strolls in and stands behind me leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He is only wearing his underwear. They are black. He tugs on my towel and it drops to the floor leaving me naked.



“You’d better not bother me. I’m a woman AND I am trying to get dressed! Now you know that that is not a good combination!”



“Oh, excuse me, you’re not dressed yet? I was hoping this was it! Will I get the sink sometime before the party starts? I would like to at least brush my teeth.”



“Be patient, just a few adjustments to the hair then I’m going back to get dressed.” I look back at him through the mirror; he is looking down and checking my backside! I innocently ask, “What are you looking at back there?”



In the mirror I see his face light up in amazement. He fakes the voice of shock and says, “I have never seen anything quite so big.”



I turn around and throw my wet washrag at him. He immediately evades my attack and the wet rag hits the wall, goes ‘shplort’ and rolls down to the floor.



“What was that for?” he innocently inquires.



“Don’t talk about my behind like that. Don’t you realize I’m the most perfect woman you could ever have?”



He quickly recoups his normal mien and snaps, “Oh, excuse me, I wasn’t referring to your ass as being big; it isn’t all THAT big! I was admiring my spectacular pecker!”



I drolly reply, “Hey, don’t flatter yourself; it’s not all that great.”



“That’s not what you were moaning last night. Anyway, where could you find this kind of quality?” He was waving his hands around like some kind of TV-sales guy.



I speak as sultry as I can, “Your incredible pecker only achieves its magnificence because of me. It’s nothing without me.” I turn to face him looking as seductively as I could. I slide my hands down into his underwear and fondle his balls.



He looks at me and unconvincingly says, “This could make us late. I’d hate to keep the Senator waiting.”



I alluringly purr, “I think we have the time.” I recede to my knees looking up at him in obeisance. “I’ll be no time at all, my lord.”



I pull his shorts down and start sucking his already large cock. It does not take me long to get his member rock solid. I pull on it back and forth. I hear him groaning, “Dammit, you are the best.” Finally, he gushes his juice into my mouth. I swallow it all. I lick the head of his cock as the last few dribbles seep out. I look up at him as I pull his undershorts back up.



I stand and look at him haughtily, “Now, are you still worried about the Senator?”



“I doubt that he would notice if we were a few minutes late.”



I shuffle my ass as I walk back into the bedroom. I glance in the mirror; Brent has that satisfied grin on his face. He does not think my ass is too big; I can tell! I close the door behind me. I hear him brushing his teeth.



The dress Jenny and I picked out for tonight is hanging in the closet. She was a big help packing. The dress is black with a black belt that has gold highlights. The belt is wide and rides high. The dress is gathered under my breasts and folds over them. The neck is not open; an elastic band at the top holds it snugly on my skin. The gold highlights continue at half the intensity above the belt and all the way to the neckline. The hem runs just below my knees. The sleeves are quarter the length of my arm. The entire dress is form fitting and zips up the back. There are no decorations, buttons, ribbon or any other add-ons beside the belt and highlights. It is simple. I am sure I can distract the Senator in this dress.



I slip into my bra and pull on some black panties. I drop the dress over my head and slide my arms into the sleeves. I cannot quite get it zipped all the way up, but I am sure Brent will do the honors. I model the dress in the mirror; it fits great! I pick up my black coat and head for the door.



Brent is standing there by the mirror adjusting his cuff. He is dressed in a tailor-fit black suit with a white shirt and black bow tie. I make a mental note: we need a fantasy where we are dressed formally — he really looks delectable.



He turns around. When Brent sees me, he has that look on his face again: it is the face that every girl wants her man to have when he really takes a good look at her. I think he is drooling! He says, “Outstanding! You clean up very well!” He lowers his voice and tries to sound regal, “Twill be an honor to escort you to the ball, milady.”



I answer in the shrillest voice I can muster, “What do you mean by that — ‘the ball’?” I cannot keep up the façade anymore; I never could do that. I walk over to him dropping the coat on the desk, “Will you zip me please?” as I turn my back to him.



“No problem.” He uses both his hands to poke around on my ass while he asks himself, “Now where is that zipper?”



“It’s a bit higher than that, dear!” I reply in fake disgust. He reaches his hands upward and comes around cupping each of my breasts. I need to come to Washington more often. This is the kind of treatment I like. I lean my head back on his chest for a momentary indulgence then remind him, “We are really going to be late if you keep this up.”



He pushes me off him and says matter-of-factly, “Okay!” Then he zips me up, firmly pats me on the behind and says, “Let’s go! The taxi is probably waiting. What’s taking you so long, woman?” I punch his shoulder. He grabs hold of his arm and feigns injury; I ignore him.



Brent picks up my coat and helps me put it on. He lays his trench coat over his arm, opens the hotel room door and we step out into the hallway. The elevator is just around the corner from our room. Brent hits the ‘Down’ arrow button. I hold onto his other arm wondering just what we have gotten ourselves into.



***



We are standing in the swanky lobby of the country club. Black marble tiles cover the floor; there is a small cement fountain in the center of the room with a naked female sculpture holding a pitcher. Water pours out of the spout into about four inches of water. Pennies, nickels and dimes line the bottom of the pool. It is already dark outside, but the curtains are still open in the windows. The drapes are dark yellow. There is a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling providing a dim light for the room. The attendant at the door is talking to Brent while I admire the furnishings.



In a moment, the attendant opens the door and motions for us to follow. Once inside he speaks loudly, “Excuse me, everyone, excuse me please.” The conversations quiet down and everyone looks at us. I feel like every eye is ogling us as we stand there at the door.



The attendant waits until everyone is quiet, and then continues, “Please welcome Mr. Brent Adams with his companion, Jean.” There is some light applause, after which the conversations pick back up. The banquet room is dark. I hardly see the faces on the other guests; I guess there are twenty other people in the room. I do not recognize anyone.



A small string quartet in the far corner begins playing chamber music. They are very good.



Tables are set up with white tablecloths, white china and silver, large crystal glasses. The salads are already at each seat. Maybe we will eat soon; I am hungry!

The floor in here is wooden slats. The walls are half brick, up from the floor, and the other half is stucco up to the ceiling. Behind two open doors I see two long hallways radiating away from the banquet room. I can see three other doors that are closed. To the left are two large buffet tables. The steel food trays are there covered with steel lids. I can see blue flame flickering underneath several of the trays. There are wisps of steam popping out from under a few of the lids.



Brent says, “The Senator has not yet arrived. It seems we actually had time to frolic some more; how about you and me on a table over there in the corner?”



I whisper back to him, “Don’t tempt me. It’s dark in here and the tables — they look fairly sturdy. Do you think we would annoy the guests?” I answer my own question. “Well, maybe but keep that thought! Where’s the Senator?”



“The Senator will not ever arrive at a dinner party until all the guests have arrived. It’s not stylish. There is one more couple yet to arrive: one of the ministers from the Mongolian embassy.” That amuses me; we had just spent a couple of days at a Mongol harem!



The entry door opens and the attendant walks in with another couple. He declares, “Excuse me, everyone, excuse me please.” I am admiring the table settings and the décor; I am not paying attention to the newly arrived guests. The room gets quiet.



The attendant announces, “Please welcome Mr. Hamid Villankahn with his companion, Jasmine.” That catches my attention! I look to the entryway and see them walk in. Jasmine looks gorgeous dressed in a long Mongolian gown: even in this darkness I can see the color array of her dress. It is fabulous. Hamid looks strong and virile, just as I remember him.



Brent softly jabs me and whispers in my ear, “Quit drooling!”



I discretely slap his arm. “I’m not drooling. What are they doing here? Are they gonna squeal?”



“Oh no, not at all. Hamid got this dinner invitation set up for us. Obviously, he has connections that neither Mark nor I have! And I’m sure he wanted a little more of your action, too. He undoubtedly has never had someone like you. Do you know how much he paid for you at that auction?”



I would like to know how much, but I portray embarrassment instead, “Shut up! We’re here on assignment.” I look back toward Jasmine and Hamid. “I’m surprised to see them. Why did he bring Jasmine?”



“She is the Deputy Minister. Hamid is her escort. He is someone she likes to keep around; you might say Hamid is Jasmine’s ‘handy man’.” Brent walks to Hamid. I stand there still shocked and confused. Brent and Hamid bow to each other, and then grasp hands in a solid handshake.



Jasmine walks to me smiling as big as can be. “Good evening, Jean. So good to see you again, yes?” She bows and offers her hand for shaking; I bow in return and shake her hand.



I am pleased to see her. “Yes, I am very surprised to see you here. No one told me you were going to be here — or Hamid for that matter.”



Jasmine laughs. “You see Hamid, yes?” I nod. “You no have. He my husband! He no speak English. So sorry — fantasy time over!”



I am surprised again and now I am genuinely embarrassed! What more am I going to find out tonight?



Jasmine says, “Please excuse, I go to talk with others. Have good dinner. Maybe we see each other again, yes?”



“That would be nice; I’m happy to see you again, Jasmine.” She looks at me with a bit of snootiness, turns and walks away.



It is just a couple of more minutes and the attendant opens the doors once again. He walks in with a single man. This must be the Senator. He declares, “Excuse me, everyone, excuse me please.” The place goes silent immediately.



The attendant announces, “Please welcome Senator Melvin Johnson.” The attendant immediately turns, leaves and closes the door behind him. The Senator has not brought a date with him.



The guests lightly applaud as the Senator walks in, motioning with his hand he pleads, “Please, not necessary. I am so glad to be here. I am very happy you could attend. Please, continue to mingle — we will be eating momentarily.” The Senator has the look of a football linebacker: strong and lean. He walks with an air of authority. I am surprised he does not have a lady friend with him. I had heard he was not married; he certainly must be one of the most eligible bachelors in Washington.



The second he stops speaking several people dressed all in white come out of a door just behind the buffet. They look around then approach people as if they are on a mission; they are. One man comes up to me and says, “Miss Meredith, please come with me. We will be seating you for dinner.” He offers his arm to me.



“Thank you,” I reply and hold his arm with my hand. I need to come to Washington more often. This is the kind of treatment I like.



He walks to the table opposite the buffet and seats me on the third table setting. There are eight settings on this table. Right behind us is another man escorting Brent to sit beside me at the second position; Brent stands behind the chair. A few seconds later, another man escorts a lady who is seated on the other side of Brent. He takes no notice of her; he just stares out across the room. Two other couples are escorted to our table leaving an empty seat next to me. The men stand and the ladies are seated.



The men in white all scurry about getting the guests seated except for the Senator; he is still standing in the middle of the room. The men in white all retreat to the buffet table standing behind it.



He speaks, “Again, let me welcome you all to this little dinner. I’m so glad you could all come. I hope we can be friends tonight and talk about fun things. Leave the business of the day for the day time. Let’s fellowship now and get better acquainted, shall we? I will do my best to make sure I don’t miss anyone before we are done this evening. But first, let’s enjoy the meal the club has prepared for us.” With that he walks around the perimeter of the room to our table. He stands behind the chair and commands, “Gentlemen, please be seated.” The men all sit.



One of the men in white comes back to our table and says, “Please follow me to the buffet. After you are seated again, we will serve the beverages.”



We all stand. Brent offers his arm to the lady on his right. Confused, I begin to say something when the Senator taps my arm. He offers his arm to me and politely asks, “May I have the honor?”



I am taken aback but brace myself in an instant. “Thank you, Senator. The honor is mine.” We walk from behind the table and on to the buffet.



“I would like to introduce myself — Melvin Johnson — politician, concerned citizen, outdoor enthusiast, activist and, currently, United States Senator.” Interesting — a five tick point resume. He thrusts his hand out; I daintily put mine into his and we shake.



“Pleased to meet you, Senator — I am Jean Meredith.”



“Excellent, Jean. How are you enjoying the city of Washington? Is this your first visit to the capital?”



“Yes, it is! The city is magnificent. I walked around the mall all morning just taking in the monuments and memorials. It is breathtaking.”



“I know what you mean. I had not been here before my first term. In the last six years, I have grown very fond of the city. Still, I miss the country — walking in the forest — sitting by the creeks — camping under the stars; I am a country boy at heart.”



“Really? I did not know that. You were very young when you were first elected.”



“Yes. I was thirty-six, just one year past the minimally required constitutional age. It’s been tumultuous ever since. Ah, hear we are. May I have your plate please?” I hand it to him. “Let’s see what we have to eat.”



He looks over the buffet and begins dropping helpings onto his plate. Without skipping a beat he asks me, “What would you like? I will get it for you.”



I look ahead of me, Brent is filling the plate for the lady he is escorting — this must be the way it is done. I need to come to Washington more often. This is the kind of treatment I like.



“I will have some green beans, and, is that grilled pork? A small slice would be good. And I would like to have a little corn casserole and a little pasta salad — not too much, please. It all looks just too delicious. Thank you, Senator.”



“You’re welcome, Jean.” He sets his plate down, takes my plate and fills it exactly as I requested. He picks up his own plate and says, “Let’s go back and be seated, shall we.”



I try to pick up our conversation where we left off, “So, you are only forty-one or –two now? That is still very young for the average Senator. What’s the secret of your success?”



“It’s simple; I have the best staff. My people are on top of everything. It’s almost like they don’t need me around. This is a very busy job I have here and I wouldn’t be able to survive without them. The office functions effortlessly even when I’m not around!”



“Do you really think your staff is special? At this level, I would think everyone has to have an above-average staff to survive.”



“Yes that is true. However, if you’re lucky enough, as I have been, to get several extra-sharp people, then it pays dividends in the long run. I am always prepared for votes, I am briefed on my committee duties and my schedule is run with impeccable precision.” He pauses as we approach our seats. “Well, here we are.” He sets the plates down, pulls out my chair and seats me.



“Thank you, Senator.” He gently pushes the chair forward.



“You are most welcome, Jean.”



Just then, Brent and his lady come back to the table. Likewise he sets their plates down and seats her. He turns to me and says, “Jean, please let me introduce you to Christine Zimmerman.” He nods back to her; she extends her hand and we shake. “Christine, this is Jean Meredith.”



“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jean.”



“Nice to meet you too, Christine.”



Brent interjects, “Christine is the Senator’s Chief of Staff.”



“That’s wonderful! The Senator has been ultra-complementary when speaking of his staff. He has given you all the credit for his success.”



“The Senator is modest. We do our job, but he is still at the helm making the big decisions, participating in the debates and crafting the solutions. We fill in the blanks and follow-up on the details.” I suddenly get the feeling that I am listening to a campaign speech.



“From all appearances you and the staff are doing an outstanding job. I find it amazing that the Senator is so young and already in his second term. You all have already gone through two successful election cycles.”



“The Senator has a lot to offer to his state and to the country. That makes it so much easier when you have a message and viable solutions.”



Brent takes his seat and asks Christine about her food selections. That was my signal to attend back to the Senator; and not a moment too soon. The Chief of Staff is making me nauseous with her bubbly endorsement of the Senator; she needs to save that stuff for the next election campaign.



The Senator and I resume our discussion as we enjoy the fine food.



***



The waiters have cleared the tables leaving only our drinks. The orchestra begins playing again. The Senator stands while holding my hand, “May I have the honor of your presence on the dance floor?”



I stand and reply, “Certainly, Senator.” We walk out to the dance area. Several other couples are joining us and the others who were already there. The Senator puts his hand on my waist and continues holding my opposite hand as we begin to dance.



“Jean, dinner was excellent, don’t you think?” So, here is a fellow who is among the most powerful in the entire country, and he is asking me about dinner. He is not so intimidating standing here holding onto me as we dance; maybe he is just another guy.



“Senator, It’s been a while since I’ve had such a good dinner. Everything was delicious.”



“Tell me. What it is that you do when you aren’t visiting us here in the capital?”



I think to myself: be brief, Jean; do not talk about yourself; you are here to talk about the Senator. “I’ve just graduated from college. I started working as a newspaper reporter just a couple of weeks ago for a small local paper.”



“That’s outstanding. So many graduates are having difficulty finding any work nowadays. I really feel badly for them.”



“It’s been challenging. My first front page story will be published this week.” Why did I volunteer that? Senator, please do not ask me what the story is about. I do not want to talk about the ‘Man’s World’ fantasy enterprise tonight. That is not why we are here!



“What is your story about?”



Augh! It is my fault: I opened the door and he jumped right in. “It’s about a new business that’s moved into town. It has appealed to a client base that stretches over many states. I wrote a story describing their services and the mindsets of their customer base.” Please do not follow-up.



“What services do they provide?”



Augh! He is doing this on purpose — I just know it! “I really cannot tell you before the story is published. That would be an unethical breach of my client’s privacy and the editor’s proprietary ownership of the story.” He is not going to fall for that stupid excuse is he?



“Okay, I understand.” Huh? Where is the follow-up question, Senator? “But it sounds wonderful, Jean. I am so glad you are succeeding so early in your career. You must be proud.”



Enough about me, Senator, let us talk about you. “Senator, if you don’t mind me asking, how do you cope with the everyday grind here: voting, keeping track of bills, writing bills, debating, committee meetings and everything else that goes with it?”



“The staff keeps me up-to-date on the details. I am a champion debater, but not a lot of that goes on during Senate proceedings. The decorum only allows the most civil discussions. We roll out the punches on the Sunday news shows!” He chuckles.



I smile and go on, “How about the lobbyists? I’ve heard that one of your lobbyists has a company that is filing for bankruptcy. There is a lot of money involved. What’s up with that?”



The Senator looks confused, “What are you asking? I’m not aware of any bankruptcies like that. Your information must not be accurate?”



“Dixon Engineering out of Orlando, Senator, haven’t they filed for bankruptcy?”



“Oh, Jean, your information is definitely not any good. Christine has just spent a few days with the boys at Dixon. Everything is going well. She can fill you in.” Senator, I would rather that you tell me; I do not want to ask Christine. This is a significant event and a big pile of money is at stake.



“When was the last time you visited Dixon Engineering?”



“I’m not sure, maybe two years ago. I’m not sure, Jean, but Christine would know. I can ask her later. And you’ve heard they are in bankruptcy. That is amazing. As far as I know, they are sailing along famously!”



The orchestra finishes its number; everyone claps politely. Brent joins us and asks the Senator, “May I break in, Senator, and dance with my girl?”



“Yes, Brent, my apologies for monopolizing her time!” the Senator looks at me, “Thank you for the dance, Jean, I thoroughly enjoyed it.”



“Thank you, Senator.” He walks back to the table. The orchestra starts playing again. Brent holds me close to him and we began to dance.



I wrap my arms around Brent’s neck crossing them behind his head. I lay my head on his shoulder. “Thank you for call me your girl.”



Brent snorts and then asks, “What did you and the Senator talk about?”



“Mostly nothing. He’s incredibly polite. I’ve relished in his valiant courtesy. Otherwise, this guy is a buffoon. He ought to run for President. I have never heard someone talk so long and say so little in all my life. Do you think he’s being coy?”



“Maybe. I’ve been talking to Christine. She is very, very evasive but I’ve managed to find out a couple of things. She flinched when I asked about the bankruptcies. They’ve been buried in the press. For someone like me, who is so close to the Senator, to know about them has made her nervous. We will be dancing in a few minutes; I have a few more lines of questions to ask. It will be interesting. I’m not so sure about the Senator and being coy — he may very well be a buffoon. But you need to be diligent.”



“Don’t scare me, Brent. I’m not as cool as you are.”



“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” He strokes the hair on the back of my head. “Anything else?”



“He did say he thought Dixon Engineering was in business and chugging along. I think he used the word ‘famously’. He says he hasn’t visited in a couple of years. But he says Christine was just there. You might want to ask her about that? The Senator said that she had a good ole’ time with the boys!”



“That is interesting. Keep pushing him for information. He’s a Senator. He may not break very easily even if he is a buffoon. No one gets the position he has reached without some sort of personal charisma. Try this: say you heard about a new operation called Suns-Up Energy. Tell him you read their by-line. Ask him who you might contact for a job with them. Okay?”



“Yeah. Suns-Up Energy, I got it.”



“Are you very sure?”



“What is Suns-Up Energy’s product or service?”



“I don’t know; I just made them up.”



“I will do it. Now let me just hold onto you for a while.” I push my body against his as closely as I can.



We continue dancing and holding each other until the music ends. We walk back to the table hand-in-hand.



The Senator is already there talking to Christine. Brent holds the back of Christine’s chair and asks, “May I have this dance, Christine?”



“Thank you, Brent, I’d be delighted.” She stands and they walk to the dance floor.



The Senator says, “Would you like to dance some more?”



I timidly ask, “Can we stay here and talk for a while?”



“Sure, that’s okay with me.”



A waiter walks up and refills our water glasses. “Any drinks for you, ma’am?”



“No, thank you.”



“And you, Senator?”



“No, thank you good man. Water will be fine.” The waiter goes on to the next table.



The Senator asks, “What shall we talk about?”



“If I may be so bold, I would like to ask you about a job prospect. I read about them not too long ago. They are a government contractor that is listed on your website. The name is Suns-Up Energy.”



“Why would a newspaper reporter want a job with an energy company?” He is stalling, I know he is. He is trying to figure out just what Sun’s-Up Energy does!



“Do you know what small-town newspaper reporters get paid? Energy is the future! Suns-Up Energy sounds like a good prospect.”



The Senator mumbles, “Oh, yeah, Suns-Up Energy. I tell you what, Jean; I will check with the staff and have someone call you in the next couple of days. We should be able to help you out somehow. Is that okay?”



“That would be great! Thank you, Senator.” He does not have the foggiest notion about Sun’s-Up Energy. But he made a sort of promise to me. That was not a good idea on his part.



Hamid and Jasmine step to the table. The Senator stands and says, “Deputy Minister, you are not leaving already?”



Jasmine responds, “Yes, Senator. We thank you for, uh . . . for hospitality. Yes.”



“Why thank you. I was honored to have you here tonight. If you don’t mind, please wait a few more minutes in the lobby. I need to speak with you privately for a few minutes before you depart. I will be right there.” He extends his hand and shakes with both Jasmine and Hamid.



Jasmine looks at me and says, “Good night, Jean. So nice seeing you.”



I respond, “Good night.” We shake hands too. Hamid looks at me. I bow and offer my hand. He smiles big and shakes my hand, but does not bow (and I remember that he did pay a handsome price for me at an auction a few days ago); then he walks out into the lobby with Jasmine.



Several guests stop by the table to bid the Senator a good night. It is now about nine-thirty and two thirds of the guests are gone. Brent is over by the buffet talking with Christine.

The Senator pulls a card out of his pocket and hands it to me; it is a room security key-card. “Jean Meredith, if you don’t mind step back to Room 212 there to the right.” I look down the long hallway. “There is an ante-room to the office. I will be right there — I must talk to the Deputy Minister for a moment. Please excuse me.” He drops his napkin on the table and walks toward the lobby.



I have no idea what he wants to do in the ante-room. Or maybe I do, but here, with these people milling about? This guy must be impervious to fear! I lay my napkin on the plate and walk to the hallway. I notice Brent watching me; he has a slight smile on his face and subtly nods. He takes hold of Christine’s arm and whispers something into her ear. They both walk out to the lobby.



I use the key-card to open the door. I glance down the hall; no one is paying attention to me. The ante-room, Room 212, is nothing special. There is a small couch and two folding chairs. There is another door opposite the one I had entered. I do not see a sling anywhere (Brent may not be right on this one). I look at the pictures on the walls. They show political people, I suppose, at big dinners here; some of the pictures are dated in the 1920s and 30s. I do not recognize any of the names. There are people in the pictures of many ethnicities and some apparently wearing local native garb.



I hear the key-lock click. The door opens and the Senator enters closing the door behind him. “Thank you for joining me.” He sits on the couch. “Please, come here and sit. We definitely need to talk.” He points to his right side. I sit down beside him on his right. I discretely cross my left leg over my right.



He puts his arm on the back of the couch behind me. He says nothing.



I ask, “Jasmine, the Deputy Minister, seemed uncomfortable tonight. Did you notice that?”



“The only thing that makes her uncomfortable is if someone calls her by the name Jasmine.” Oops! “It seems Jasmine does not like her name. It’s an old cultural name that is generally considered to mean belonging to a lower caste.”



“Oh, my! I had no idea. I insulted her, didn’t I?”



“Not to worry. She’s the least of your problems.”



“You don’t seem to have any problems, do you?”



“Jean, my dear, I am a U.S. Senator. My days are filled with troubles. Oh, well, it still pays pretty well.”



“Your staff keeps you out of trouble, don’t they?”



The Senator looks at me and chortles. “Oh, Jean, always the reporter, aren’t you? You know what? We have met once before.”



“I don’t remember us ever meeting. I’m pretty good with names and I never forget a face.”



He chortles again. “Jean, the last time we met was three weeks ago; I was wearing a mask. You were lying on a mini-bed with your arms behind you and your legs up in the air in a V-shape. I came into your room and probed you with my whip.”



I was flabbergasted and I immediately felt humbled. “Are you serious?” Brent, my Master, had tied me to the bed and pulled my legs wide apart with ropes hanging from the rafters. He had left me alone in that room. In just a few short minutes, I heard someone walking around the house. In just a few more minutes, I listened to a girl being savagely beaten in the room just across the hall. When it was over, the whip wielding brute strolled into my room, roaming around me lying prone on that bed. He poked me and tormented me with his whip; and yet he did not strike me with it a single time. Even so, I still felt the terror and anguish.



“Yes, I am serious. You looked mouthwatering lying there. Had I not been focused on the end game of my prior activities, I might have worked you over then and there.” End game? That is an unbelievable allusion to what I heard in that room.



I am getting nervous now. “So, what are you saying?”



“Did Brent tell you my nickname: Whip Meister?”



“Yes, he did.” I pause and look away. He moves his right hand (which is behind me) onto my shoulder; I look at his hand. “So, what are you proposing?” I insist.



“Jean, I am not going to whip you, it that’s what is worrying you. ‘Man’s World’ dominants do not exclusively whip woman. At least, there won’t be a whipping here — it’s not secluded enough here.”



“Then what?”



“Jean, you don’t need to be worried. You are asking a lot of questions and I have been answering them as best I can. I also that know you are a rep for ‘Man’s World’. I think it’s time for our demo run; I was promised a run through with a beautiful young lady.”



I think for just a second. I uncross my legs and roll over onto his lap. I pull my skirt around so it does not inhibit my movement. I put my hands on his shoulders and look down into his eyes. “Is this the correct way to start?” He beat a woman in the room next to me. She pleaded because she had not pleased him. She was in agony. He was angered and demanding correction on her part. I am not going to make her mistake. He looks like he would be an efficient ‘Whip Meister’. Today I did not really want to find out first hand.



He smiles and runs both his hands underneath my skirt into my panties and begins squeezing my butt cheeks. Suddenly, I liquesce under his touch. He comments, “You have such a nice physique.” I need to come to Washington more often. This is the kind of treatment I like.



I pull his jacket off his arms. I remove his tie and unbutton his shirt pulling it up from inside his pants; I unbutton his cuffs then pull the shirt off and lay it aside.



He presses himself into the back of the couch and says, “Turn around and sit here on the couch between my legs.” I twirl around and pull my skirt up again so that I (1) show him my ‘nice’ ass and (2) have the skirt up from underneath me so it does not get in the way. He pushes my head down slightly and unzips my zipper. He pulls the dress up and over my head; he sets it neatly on the couch arm away from us. Then he removes my bra and lays it on top of the dress.



I am wearing only panties now. It is a little cool in here; my nipples stiffen and stand erect. I am seated on the edge of the couch between his legs. The Senator runs his hands up and cradles my breasts. “Here, let me check out these nice tits.” He rubs them and pushes them up. He squeezes my tits between his fingers. I lean back against him; I hold my hand behind his head. I am breathing heavily as he arouses me even more.



The Senator slides his hands down my belly and into my panties. He directs me, “Spread your legs.” I spread my legs wide; he pushes my pussy lips apart and fondles each lip with an index finger. He moves his fingers up and down whirling them around in the process. “Wider!” he orders. I sink further into bliss as I extend my legs even further apart. He pulls his left hand up and runs the middle finger of his right hand deep into me. “Keep your legs widely spread,” he says. I groan as he moves his finger inside me. He rubs me forcefully and I groan over and over.



He moves his hands up to my waist. The Senator pushes me down twisting me off the couch and onto my knees. I pull his shoes off. I unbuckle his belt, unbutton the pants and pull them off. I can see his cock bulging in his underwear. I pull them off; he scoots down on the couch and opens his legs wide. I hold onto his cock with my hand. I stoop down and start licking his balls. I lick between his legs going back almost to his asshole. I make his entire crotch wet. I lick on his belly around the base of his cock. I am going to take my time and make sure he is satisfied with me.



The Senator takes hold of my hair and pulls me away; he takes his cock and aims it toward me then pulls my head back forward. He is changing my plan. I open my mouth as he feeds it to me. He bobs my head back and forth. He is watching me suck his dick. I look up at him as he keeps me focused.



After just a few minutes he enjoins, “Climb up here.” He pulls his dick from my mouth and waves it back and forth. It is long and thick; its head is round and smooth and wet from my tongue.



I whisper, “Yes sir,” and pull myself up. It is strange, but I notice he is only wearing his black socks and his wrist-watch. That is the way it always is on movie sex scenes. What an odd thing to notice here and now.



I am up on the couch; I face him, on my knees straddling his legs as he aims his cock for my clit. My hands are on the back of the couch and my breasts hang in his face. I slowly ease myself down on his member; I whimper as it moves inside me. The Senator holds my waist and moves me up and down. As I get going to the rhythm he likes, he moves his right hand up to my breast and softly massages it. I feel something pulling on me; I look down — he is sucking on my nipple as I rock up and down. I am enchanted and cannot stop. I keep on rocking and start revolving my ass.



I ask him, “Do you like that?” He lurches a little and I hear a soft moan. I drop all the way down onto his lap and start grinding. He puts his hands on my waist and leans back to enjoy the ride. I writhe in my own pleasure and I can feel his stiff member moving about my insides.



Quickly, the Senator leans forward moving me down off his cock. He sets me on the floor and takes hold of his cock. He barks, “Open your mouth wide! Tongue out!” He rubs his member; I open my mouth and set him a target. He begins moaning; his white juice begins streaming out and into my mouth. He aims two more good shots into my mouth. No wonder he is a Senator. His cum drips down off my chin. I have never had so much cum in my mouth at one time. I swallow what I can. I bend forward and suck on his still-hard cock pulling more sauce out and into my mouth. I swallow more. I lick his cock all over; I want it to be clean when I am done.



The Senator stands up. He pulls on his underwear and his pants. He puts on his shirt. He looks at me and says, “Jean, it’s about time for us to leave. A staffer will call you a taxi to take you back to the hotel. I have a car out back, actually out this door here. Please hurry and get dressed. It’s been a long day. I’m sure you would like to get some rest. Thank you for a remarkable evening, Miss Jean Meredith.” He continues buttoning up. This is very abrupt!



He pauses and watches me put my dress on. He says, “By the way, you have a very nice technique — you must be an outstanding submissive. Thank you.”



I dutifully reply, “Thank you, Senator.” I am glad he did not demonstrate his skills that earned him the title: ‘Whip Meister’. On the other hand, it might be useful for a future fantasy — another mental note.



He picks up his coat, slips his shoes on and walks out the back door. I hear a car rev up and drive off. What a quick exit! I would have wanted to talk to him more.



He knew who I was. I wonder if he was wondering why I was really there. Someone in his position must be suspicious of anyone who walks in the door and says hello. I sense that my line of questioning was bothering him.



Dammit. I cannot get this dress zipped all the way up. I will just go to the lobby and put my coat on.



There is a knock on the door. “Yes.”



“Miss Meredith, it’s Jefferson. The Senator sent me over with the limo.”



I thought the Senator had said taxi. No matter — I want to get back to the hotel. “Okay. Come on in.” I slip my right shoe on. The door swings open. “Thanks. The Senator said you would be here. Just let me slip my other shoe on then I’ll be ready to go.”



“No problem, ma’am. Please excuse me for being so brazen, but I noticed your dress is unzipped. May I zip it up for you?” He seems honorably self-conscious.



“Sure, I would appreciate that.” I rotate my back toward him. He gently tugs the zipper up to the top. “Thank you.”



“You’re welcome, Miss Meredith.”



I straighten my dress and walk out of the room. I speedily walk to the lobby; he trails behind me. I go to the coat rack and get my coat. I pull it on hastily.



The large black limousine sits in front of the lobby doors. Jefferson holds a door open for me; he is so polite. Just like the Senator. I climb in; I hesitate when I see another man sitting at the end of the seat on my left. I look back at Jefferson just as he pushes me to move over and sits to my right. This does not seem right.



“I hope you don’t mind, but the Senator asked me to make sure you get into your room safely.”



I am not sure I feel any relief; but he does seem so gallant. But this looks to be overkill under the circumstances. “Thank you; I appreciate yours and the Senator’s concern.”



I look at Jefferson; suddenly a cloth is pushed over my mouth and nose. Jefferson swiftly pins my arms back against the limo seat back. I cannot get away from Jefferson’s grip. This cloth over my face is wet and it smells strangely; the other man presses it tightly over my mouth and nose. I feel woozy; something is wrong — everything looks so fuzzy. And then everything goes dark.



***



I cannot move. My wrists are bound behind my back; my ankles are also bound together. I am wearing a blindfold and a gag. Otherwise, I am stark naked. I can hear muffled voices but I cannot quite make them out. It sounds like I am inside a moving vehicle but I cannot see. I am lying down on stiff carpeting with a smelly blanket thrown over the top of me; it is chilly nevertheless. They have thrown me into the trunk!



Every time the limo hits a bump I bounce on the hard floor. It is very uncomfortable in here.



I am petrified in horror. I do not know where I am or where I am going. I can remember Jefferson pushing me into the limousine and the cloth sliding over my face. That is all I can remember. They must have chloroformed me. How long I have been lying here conked out? I have a headache.



I struggle to loosen my bonds. They are securely tightened. I cannot budge them.



Abruptly, I start sliding; the limo is turning left — and it is turning off the pavement onto what must be a dirt road. This road is very rough; I am bouncing everywhere. The driver is in a hurry. Where is he going in such a rush? I am scared. I think I am scared for my life. I do not know what will come to pass.



The limo is slowing down. It does not bounce quite so much now. We are turning again — to the right. There is the sound of wood knocking against itself; that sounds like a cow-catcher. Maybe we are on a farm. The car moves slowly for another minute before slowing to a stop.



Two doors slam shut; they must be out of the car. There are at least three of them — the two that were in the back with me and the driver. I cannot move. I am terrified.



The trunk latch clicks and I hear the creaking sound of the trunk opening. The cold night air rushes in and envelopes me; I am already scared — now I am shivering too.



I hear a voice say, “Hey look; Sleeping Beauty is awake!”



“Shut up and bring her in the house!” That was Jefferson speaking; he is not the polite man who picked me up at the club.



Someone takes hold of my arms and pulls me up. He drags me over the lip of the trunk. Once out of the trunk, he stands me on my feet; I cannot keep my balance. Someone pulls me forward and I feel something press against my stomach. Suddenly I am being lifted in the air — he is putting me over his shoulder. He drops me onto his shoulder; I grunt upon the impact. He wraps an arm around the back of my knees. My bare body is hanging off someone’s shoulder.



I feel his steps as he walks. He takes about one dozen steps then he goes up three steps. The sound of steps changes to a hollow wooden sound; we must be up on a deck or patio. I can hear a second set of steps and then a third. A door is opened. We are now inside; it is warmer in here but there is still an echo of emptiness. I cannot let my anxiety cloud my senses; I have to stay alert. I am frightened and alone. This is not a fantasy; I am in grave trouble.



Another door is opened. We walk in; the man gently lays me down on a cushion on a table or platform — I cannot quite tell. He laid me down on my side.



I hear Jefferson speak, “You two get out of here and wait for the other car. I will start the interrogation. Leave us alone until the second car shows up.” I hear two sets of steps leaving the room; the door slams. I assume Jefferson has stayed in here with me.



I feel a hand rubbing the back of my thigh; it moves it onto my ass. His fingers burrow into the furrow of my cheeks and tickle my bunghole. I flinch.



“So, Miss Meredith, here we are. . . .You and I need to have little talk.” He pulls his hand away; Jefferson unties my gag.



I clear my throat and scream, “Get me out of here! The Senator is not going to stand for how you are treating me!”



“Jean, you are in no position to be giving orders. In point of fact, you are here to answer a few questions. Then we will see what transpires. It all depends on how cooperative you really are. I intend to see how cooperative you are for me.” I feel his hand back on my thighs. He pulls my panties down onto my bound ankles.



Jefferson climbs onto the platform with me; he rolls me over onto my stomach and orders me, “Push your ass up into the air.” I do so. I am scared. I feel the air on my skin. I hear a zipper. He probes between my legs with his hand; and then I feel his cock pressing on me. He moves it about looking until he finally hits the target.



His cock slides into my bunghole stretching it open. I scream again, “Get off me, bastard.” He pushes further into me — back and forth. I rock with all my might; he rolls off me, including his dick, and he falls off the platform. I hear him hit the floor with a thud while my momentum takes me over the side as well. I land on top of him; he grunts loudly when I land on top of him.



“You stupid slut,” shouts Jefferson as he pushes me off of him. His hands wrap around my throat and he starts choking me.



The door opens and I hear another voice, “Jefferson, take your hands off her!” Jefferson complies immediately. “I thought I told you, we need to talk to her. Is there anything besides shit in your skull?”



“I’m sorry, sir; I was only trying to get some information from her.”



“Jefferson, you’re an idiot! You don’t get answers from someone while you strangle them. Get the hell out of here. Go help out with the other subject.”



Someone leaves the room (presumably Jefferson) and the other person steps closely to me. Hands lift me up to a sitting position; he removes my blindfold. I do not recognize the man staring at me. He is dressed in black slacks and a black shirt. He is bald and appears to be forty or fifty years old.



I ask, “Will you untie me, please, and return my clothes.”



“That’s not going to be possible just yet. We have some business to discuss.”



“What do you want from me? I don’t know anything,” I plead.



“We will discuss that shortly.”



“Who are you?”



“My name is David Bassett. You will be in my custody for the time being.”



“What do you want with me? Under what authority are you detaining me? I demand an answer immediately!”



He gets up and looks out a window; and then he briskly leaves the room, leaving the door open.



I sit there alone; my asshole is sore where Jefferson penetrated me. I am confused. I am scared. I cannot imagine what they want to know. Jefferson is a member of the Senator’s staff. Are we snooping to close for comfort for them? Maybe one of us hit a live trail. I do not want to be here. I wish Brent was here holding me in his arms.



Bassett walks back into the room. Behind him is another man and he is carrying a woman over his shoulder. She is laid down next to me — it is Jenny! Bassett removes Jenny’s gag.



I ask her, “Are you alright?”



She whimpers, “Yes, and. . .”



Bassett interrupts, “I’m going to have to delay this joyous reunion. We are just going to talk now. I think you both know what we want to know.”



I snap at Bassett, “What do you want to know? We don’t know anything that is of use to anyone.”

Well, after their Saturday adventure with some of the Big Foot club members, Tommy and Margaret were wiped out and went straight to bed after taking a nice long hot shower.



When they woke up at around noon on Sunday, they started talking about their adventure yesterday. Tommy was so in love with cock that he couldn’t get enough and Margaret was a little bit concerned that she had created a monster. Although watching him sucking cock while getting fucked was a huge turn-on for her. She would get wet just thinking about it.



Now, with the boys wanting only Tommy next Saturday she was feeling more than a little left out. In talking about it, they felt that it would be better if the guys would take pictures of their “activities” with Tommy. This way she could enjoy watching him without actually being there.



They spent a lazy afternoon and wound up playing in the sling for several hours before going to sleep.



Morning came all too soon and they were off to work. That night they played because Margaret was really horny as she kept thinking about the guys “taking” Tommy. She hoped she could get some photos of their “play.”



Wednesday evening Scott called to tell them that he would be picking Tommy up at 11:30 AM on Saturday morning; explaining that it would be easier for Tommy if he did so. When asked about bringing the camera along, he said “no problem, although you might not want to.”



When they asked why, he told them that Margaret could log on and see what was happening in real time and they would burn the video on several DVDs so they could watch later on. Margaret asked “you can do that?” To which Scott replied “sure.”



He went on to explain that the location was an attractive target for thieves and they could log onto their security server to allow access to the cameras in their “playroom.” He told them that he would have the information for Margaret when he picked Tommy up on Saturday. He also told them that Tommy was not to cum before then and to take a Cialis Saturday morning.



Margaret was excited about being able to watch the boys take Tommy and could hardly wait for Saturday to come. Following Scott’s instructions, she teased Tommy for over 3 hours that evening without letting him cum.



For the next few days, he spent hours in the sling being tormented by Margaret, being kept just short of a climax, which delighted her no end because she was “just following Scott’s instructions.” She was wet and horny the whole time and made him lick her to a number of orgasms while he was in agony, desperately wanting to cum.



Finally it was Saturday morning. Tommy had taken the Cialis and was waiting for Scott’s arrival. When he did show up, he gave Margaret an IP address, a login name, password and told her to accept the download of the control that would allow her to watch their “activity.” He went on to explain that she would see the images from several cameras.



All that is necessary to select one is to click on the image. She should use the arrow keys to move the camera and the plus or minus keys to zoom in or out. She would have control of the camera she was viewing.



After that, they got in Scott’s car and left. About 30 minutes later, they came to an industrial area where Scott pointed out Ace Wholesale Electric as they drove by the front of the building.



Turning the corner and driving into an alley, they came to the back of the building which was surrounded by an electric fence with razor wire along the top. There were warning signs along the fence that read “DANGER High Voltage Do Not Touch.” There was even a coil of razor wire and warning signs along the top edge of the building.



As Scott drove up to the gate, it opened automatically to let him in. One of the roll-up doors in the back of the building opened, which allowed him to drive in. Once he was inside, the door closed and the two of them got out of the car and walked up the steps to the loading dock.



They were met by Darnell, who Tommy knew as “slim”, according to Scott, he was one of the partners in Ace Wholesale Electric. Darnell welcomed them and gave them a tour of the building. There was a shop where they were working on large cabinets full of electrical stuff which made Tommy curious enough to stop and look.



He asked Darnell what the gold colored rails were inside the boxes. Darnell told him that they were DIN rails and were used to mount electrical components.



Next was a small machine shop and packing area at the back. They passed some offices next and then walked into the inventory area, which was shelf after shelf full of all kinds of electrical parts and equipment.



Darnell told them that all of this was very attractive to thieves, which is why the extensive security. They had cameras everywhere, both inside and outside the building so they could keep track of everything going on. Their security system even allowed them to monitor and control the cameras by logging in through the internet. This is the system that allowed Margaret to access the playroom cameras.



When they continued to the front, there was a counter and then rows of tools and equipment, which he explained was like candy to the contractors that they served.



Tommy asked “what’s that,” pointing to the front door. Darnell explained that they had an electrically operated double door so they could control who came and went.



Walking back towards the loading dock, they stopped at one of the office doors that they had passed coming in. Opening the door, Darnell said “welcome to our playroom. It is now time for you to take off your clothes.”



Looking around the room, Tommy saw a sling like the one he had at home and an elaborate padded sawhorse made of Baltic Birch in the middle of the room. There was also a bar suspended from the ceiling that was attached to a cable which ran over to a winch mounted on the wall.



There were a couple of guys standing there that Darnell introduced Tommy to once he was naked. First was Claes, who was their “Viking engineer,” big, blonde, sporting a large cock and in excellent shape from the muscular body he had.



Next was Murray, and then the rest of the guys.



The club members present were: Scott — 13 + inches, cut Darnell — 13 inches, cut – nicknamed “slim.” Denzel — 14 inches, cut – who was nicknamed “horse” Algernon — 8/9 inches around and 13 inches long, cut – who was “fat boy” Claes — 13 tapered uncut inches – their Viking engineer Murray — 13 ½ inches uncut with a round head, nicknamed “long ride”



Meanwhile Margaret had logged onto the website and was enjoying multi-screen views of the playroom. She discovered that she could click on one of the images, hit the plus key and it would enlarge, giving her more and more detail with each press of the key as the camera zoomed in.



And, of course, she checked the packages that were on display there. All of the cameras could be moved by using the arrows on her keyboard so she wasn’t going to miss a thing! She could even hear the sounds associated with each camera. God, she was getting wet with anticipation.



Darnell told Claes “he’s all yours,” as he began to undress also. Claes smiled and told Tommy that “first, we have to fit you to the horse.” He guided Tommy over to the padded sawhorse and had him lie face down on it. Telling Tommy to grab the bars that were sticking out at the front, then he put Tommy’s feet on little shelves, which he adjusted.



Then he had Tommy stand up and fitted a padded strap around his chest, adjusting it until the two rings in it were centered over his nipples. He asked if the strap was comfortable.



After Tommy said “yes” Claes took it off him and told him to go stand over by the trapeze bar while he went over to the wall, where all kinds of bondage stuff was hanging on a pegboard and got some padded wrist and ankle restraints. He put them on Tommy, fastening the Velcro so they were tight but not constrictive.



Next, he told Tommy to grab the bar that was over his head. After he grabbed the bar, Claes fastened the wrist restraints to the rings on the ends of the bar. Next, he fastened the ankle restraints to eyebolts in the floor, which held Tommy’s legs spread.



Once this was done, he went over to the wall and turned the crank on the winch. Tommy was pulled up until he was stretched, not uncomfortably but definitely not able to move.



Now Claes started to gently rub Tommy’s chest, lightly brushing his nipples. Tommy immediately responded to the nipple play and instantly became erect. Claes continued working on Tommy’s nipples, pulling and gently twisting them until Tommy started to moan.



He then got some lube and started rubbing Tommy’s nipples, which was almost but not quite enough to bring him to a climax. Claes then rubbed Tommy’s lips, running his fingers around them and lightly starting to put his fingertips into Tommy’s mouth. Tommy began to move his head to suck on the elusive fingers but couldn’t quite get to them.



Next, Claes got a pair of little plastic tubes with a knob on the top of each one. Pressing them over Tommy’s nipples and turning the knob, he created suction which pulled Tommy’s nipples into the clear tubes. This made Tommy gasp and arch his back.



Then he got a stool, sat down and started running his hands over Tommy’s ass and legs. Tommy began to arch and twist as Claes began to stroke him, trying to get more contact.



Claes then sucked Tommy’s entire cock into his mouth and throat, causing Tommy to arch, quiver and moan. At this point Tommy desperately wanted to cum, but it just wasn’t going to happen. Claes then ran his lubed finger around, over and just into Tommy’s asshole.



Margaret had her fingers working as she watched, one hand in her crotch and the other alternating between her breast and the keyboard. Oh yes, she was going to enjoy this!



Tommy didn’t know what to do next. He wanted that finger in his ass but didn’t want to pull out of that wonderful mouth on his cock. Claes kept up that exquisite torture for a few minutes and stopped.



He said “it looks like we may have your attention.” To which Tommy responded “oh yes, please please let me cum.” Claes responded “you will get to cum, just not yet.”



Claes then got a penis shaped dildo with a handle, lubed it and pressed it against Tommy’s asshole, who immediately pushed back to get it in. Claes had other ideas though. He pushed just the tip of it in and stopped.



Tommy groaned and tried to get more of it in. Claes simply moved with Tommy, which prevented any further penetration. He then pulled it out and pushed it back in, repeating this at least a dozen times. Now Tommy was really hot to have it filling his ass, which was exactly what Claes wanted.



At this point Tommy was moaning and begging him to put it in. Claes responded “you’ll get it soon enough.”



Then he went and got a black silicone tube, which he lubricated and slid onto Tommy’s hard cock. When he asked what it was, Claes told him it was a Wide Inflation Tube and just about all that was left of a Surge Milker that they picked up a while back.



After the stretchy black sleeve was on his cock, Claes got a stainless steel tube and a padded strap. Slipping the tube into the ring in the strap, he put it on Tommy over the black sleeve and fastened it around his hips.



Claes then walked over and released the winch, lowering the bar holding Tommy stretched. He unfastened his wrists and ankles and helped him over to the horse.



Now he picked up the strap that he had fitted to Tommy earlier, put some small stainless steel cups in the rings and undid the two suction cups that were on Tommy’s nipples. Tommy gasped as the suction was released.



After lubricating his nipples and rubbing them for a bit, he fitted the padded strap around Tommy’s chest, making sure that the metal cups were directly over each nipple.



Then he had Tommy lie face down on the padded horse and told him to grab the bar. When Tommy complied, he fastened each wrist to a ring by the bar. Next he put Tommy’s feet on the little shelves and fastened the ankle restraints to the rings there.



With this done he asked Tommy if he was comfortable and He replied “yes, but I can’t move much.”



To which Claes replied “good.” Unfastening the strap around Tommy’s hips, he attached it to the horse, adjusting it until it held the cup in place over Tommy’s cock.



When Tommy asked what the cups were for, Claes replied “as I said, they are about all that is left of a Surge and a NuPulse milker.



We pulled a process controller out of stock and set it up so we could vary the rate and voltage ramp of two sets of outputs from it. Next we got a pair of ANVER adjustable vacuum switches, which are mounted on the side of the horse along with each set of the controller knobs and on/off switches.



We have a vacuum pump back in the shop and have run a pipe up here for the milkers. What we now have are essentially milkers but ours are much more controllable.”



With that, he connected some clear tubes to each of the nipple cups and one to the cup on Tommy’s cock. When Claes flipped the switch, Tommy immediately understood what the elaborate set up was about.



There was a gentle, pulsing suction on his nipples and a heavenly sliding suction on his now revived cock. God, it was wonderful!



Claes then asked him if he was OK. To which he replied “oh yes, please let me cum!” Claes told him “not yet, we just want to keep your attention.”



Next he blindfolded Tommy, telling him that it was to help him stay focused. Once the blindfold was on and comfortable, he put a strap around Tommy’s head and fastened it firmly.



Then he got a pair of cords that he clipped to small rings on the headband and used them to pull Tommy’s head back and hold it in place by attaching the ends to pair of 4 inch coil springs that were hooked to yet another pair of rings on each side of the horse.



This held Tommy’s head in place and the springs allowed just enough movement to keep him comfortable. This also gave whoever wanted it a straight shot from Tommy’s mouth into his throat.



Next Claes announced “well boys, he’s ready.” They all agreed that since he had done all of the prep work on Tommy, he should go first. Claes’ cock was 13 tapered uncut inches with a smooth round head, slightly smaller than a ping pong ball. His cock was shaped like a wedge, getting larger until it was the width of Algernon’s at the base.



He held a bottle of poppers under Tommy’s nose and told him to take a deep breath, which he did. Then he fed his cock to Tommy to suck and slowly fucked his face which was held very nicely by the cords, although he used one hand behind Tommy’s head to steady him.



All Tommy could do was suck, he had very little freedom of movement — not that he minded since he loved sucking cock and having his face fucked was heaven.



The head Claes’s cock was sooo smooth and felt wonderful on his tongue as he searched for a precious drop of precum that he knew was in there. As Claes slid his cock deeper and deeper into Tommy’s throat, the tip of his cock was small enough that Tommy could get air by breathing through his nose.



Although when Claes was completely in, Tommy’s jaw was stretched as wide as it would go, painfully wide. But he could still press the flat of his tongue on the underside and swirl it around as Claes fucked his throat. Tommy really wanted his cum but knew it wasn’t going to happen, yet.



After he spent some time fucking Tommy’s face and throat, Claes pulled out, gave him a couple more hits of the poppers, used a foot pedal to pump the back of the horse a couple of inches, lubed his cock with a very slippery silicone lube called Gun Oil, and slid slowly into Tommy’s hungry ass.



God, the feeling of that cock sliding into his ass was heaven, thought Tommy. With that big cock wedged deep in his ass, it just doesn’t get better than this. He was quivering with need as the slow suction on his cock was enough to keep him hot but was not enough to get him off.



Not wanting him to cum too soon, Claes turned off the suction on Tommy’s cock, leaving on just the pulsing nipple suckers.



Motioning to Slim he asked “do you want some of this?” Darnell nodded, gave him some poppers and slid his half hard cock into Tommy’s throat, saying “come on boy, make it feel good.”



Tommy’s whole world was that cock in his mouth and the one invading his ass. He loved the feel of the smooth head and the veins sliding over his outstretched tongue as Slim worked his mouth and throat.



He pushed out with his ass on Claes’s in stroke and tried to suck his cock in on the out stroke. Meanwhile Darnell had picked up speed and Tommy was very busy sucking and tonguing him while pleasuring Claes’s cock at the same time. Talk about sensory overload! This was the best kind. He was floating it was so good!



Margaret, watching all of this, had cum several times using her fingers and was now riding the large dildo to a new wave of orgasms. This video feed was cool! She could focus in on the cock sliding into Tommy’s mouth or ass, giving her a remarkably detailed view of the invasion and she could hear the sounds of Tommy being fucked.



Claes was taking long deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out of Tommy’s ass only to slam back in as far as he could bury his cock. Tommy had not stopped his pushing and pulling, which was causing Claes to come up faster than he wanted to, but the good feeling of fucking that hungry ass was just too much to fight.



It wasn’t long before his movement started to get jerky, letting Tommy know that he was going to be getting his first load of cum at any moment now.



Darnell was getting into it as well, sliding his cock into Tommy’s throat as far as it would go, holding it for a moment and then pulling out so Tommy could take a deep breath and get a hit of poppers. Tommy was in heaven, tonguing that delicious cock in his mouth and working that huge wedge of man meat in his ass.



Suddenly Claes thrust hard into Tommy’s ass. Tommy could feel his cock pulse repeatedly as it filled him with cum. Just as Claes’s pounding subsided, Darnell started to cum deep in Tommy’s throat.



It was a good thing that his cock was so long because he just kept pumping and pumping. He must have unloaded 8-10 big shots of cum in Tommy’s throat. If his cock hadn’t been in so deep, Tommy doubted that he could swallow fast enough to keep up with Darnell’s hot load.



It was all he could do to breathe through his nose while Slim was cumming down this throat.



Watching the boys fill Tommy, Margaret came as well, imagining that she was the one being filled with cum instead of him.



Finally Claes and Darnell pulled out to Tommy’s moan of “noooo.” They then wiped themselves with one of the towels that were stacked underneath the horse.



Claes asked Tommy how he was doing and got back “wonderful, I need more, more cock!” Claes turned on the milker that was on Tommy’s cock, which caused him to arch and stiffen, trying to get more stimulation.



Claes grinned when he saw Tommy arch, telling him “not yet, but soon.”



Claes said “who’s next? I don’t know what he does with his ass, but it felt like it was hungry and trying to eat my cock. You’ve gotta try it.”



Murray walked over and said “watching you guys get off made me horny. I think I will try some of that sweet ass. Scott came over saying that a hot mouth is just what he needed.



Murray walked over to Tommy, undid the strap holding his head in place and fed him his cock, which was getting harder by the moment. Tommy loved the smooth round head on Claes’s cock but this one was to die for! It was silky smooth, full and round, much bigger than Claes’s and it filled his mouth completely.



He bathed it with his tongue, paying special attention to the underside and around the back of the head. He was in heaven! He could feel it getting harder and harder until it began to stretch his mouth as much as Claes’s cock did.

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