forced orgasm

Ashley sat at her computer and opened her other e-mail account. She answered the usual barrage of questions meant to test her identity. It was a hassle but it kept hackers from getting her clients’ personal information. Most days, it would be a waste of time, nothing more than an empty inbox. Today, she had a single new request.

This particular client was looking for something very unusual — he wanted a girl who would be perfectly immobile, almost statue-like, no matter what was done to her. Ashley considered this with a smirk. The date requested was a week away. Plenty of time for her to learn to perform to her usual high standards. It was intriguing enough. With a shrug, she clicked on the accept box and copied down the instructions before logging out.

Over the next seven days, she practiced holding various sexual poses as long as she could with absolutely no movement. Poses with her arms and legs stretched to their limits, holding them as long as she could without letting them drop. She did all of these naked, wanting to know if any of the positions would cause her certain troubles on the day itself.

Her training didn’t just consist of positions. Since she wouldn’t be able to move, her client would most likely try to face-fuck her. Using a variety of dildos, she pushed her gag reflex as far as it would go. It wasn’t easy, and she wasn’t able to take all of them without choking and sputtering. Hopefully, her client wasn’t that large.

The final thing she practiced was cumming while remaining completely still (or as close as was possible) and completely silent. This was the easiest part. She was usually a quiet cummer anyways; well, unless her client wished otherwise. Learning to keep her hips from bucking was a bit trickier but she managed to get it down. Odds were that her client wouldn’t be worried about her pleasure anyways.

The day came quickly. Her instructions were to go to a hotel downtown and ask for a room with a particular name. Everything went smoothly, the attractive desk girl handing over the key easily. Ashley headed up to the room and went inside. It was empty, as it was supposed to be.

She stripped all of her clothes off and tucked them into the large handbag she had brought. Nothing she brought was to be in sight so she tucked it behind a bedside table. The final instruction was to stand in the middle of the room, arms by her sides and legs spread slightly apart. She got into position just in time, locking her limbs and facial features as the door opened.

An average looking man stepped into Ashley’s vision, a smirk on his face. He went to the desk in the corner and scribbled something on a piece of paper. This piece of paper was held in front of her eyes and had a single word on it: mango. She understood. It was a safe word if she needed to stop for any reason. She couldn’t actually acknowledge that she saw it but the client knew she did.

He crumpled the paper and tossed it away, looking over her body with a greedy look. The man slid in and out of her vision, walking all the way around her immobile form. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that this was actually turning her on, not making a single move to cover herself. Her body was well taken care of and deserved to be ogled.

The client stopped in front of Ashley and started to pull of his clothes. Quite quickly, she noticed with a small amount of amusement. His smallish cock sprang from his boxers, aching to finally realize a fantasy it desired. It throbbed visually, twitching to and fro as he seemed to consider what he wanted to do to her first.

He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed down gently. Ashley let the man do the work in posing her, selling the illusion as best she could. He got her on her knees, hands down in her lap and mouth open. She was a little disappointed that he started with something so tame.

His cock pushed its way into her mouth, paired with a low moan. He was very cautious at first, watching her face as he went inch after inch. She suppressed a smile at his surprise at being able to fit the whole thing inside with no reaction. The surprise quickly turned to passion as he pumped his cock in and out of her gaping orifice.

Ashley held her head as straight as she could, rocking back and forth gently with each stroke. She kept her breathing calm through her nose, making sure not to panic and choke. It was a little uncomfortable but it didn’t take him long. With a loud cry, he spent himself down her throat, pumping several times until every last drop was out.

The man didn’t pull out until his cock had gone completely limp, every last drop of his cum drizzling out and coating the inside of her throat and mouth. When he did finally pull out, he walked away out of her cone of vision. She heard the bathroom door shut and a stream of urine start. Quickly, she swallowed several times to clear out her mouth and resumed her position.

If he noticed her slight movement, it didn’t bother him. Ashley was grabbed gently on the arms and pulled over to the bed. He placed her onto her back, propping her head up on pillows so she could look down the length of her nude form. Her legs were pulled spread enough that her pussy was clearly in view.

Her client had gotten his earlier arousal out of the way and now took more time looking at her body. His hands seem to touch every part of her body, lingering on her breasts and thighs before moving down to her pussy. She suppressed a pleasurable shiver; his face was so close to her pussy now that his warm breath could be felt.

She hadn’t expected what came next. The man started to lick her pussy, attacking the task with a vigor that very nearly caused her to cry out. An urge to thrust her hips and moan rose quickly, an urge that she barely managed to quell.

It had never occurred to her that he would bother to try and pleasure her. His fantasy was very much self-focused, not concerned with his partner at all. When she saw him smirk up at her unmoving gaze, she instantly understood. This was a game to him. He wanted to see if he could get her to fail.

He very nearly succeeded. The man was very skilled with his tongue and seemed to know the perfect places to linger just a second longer for maximum pleasure. Before too long, Ashley would have put her earlier practice to the ultimate test.

It never got that far. The man pulled away with a large grin. “Not yet,” he said quietly. They were the only words he spoke the whole evening.

Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She felt warm all over and had to concentrate on her breathing to keep it calm and hidden. This was more arousing than she had expected. There was something about letting this man have whatever way he wanted with her. If he kept trying to make her orgasm, success would probably be guaranteed.

Maybe it wouldn’t come to that. She could see that his cock was already hard again as he stood up. His arousal was raging violently. His orgasm was certainly more important than hers.

He grabbed at her again, more roughly this time. Quickly, she was made to stand in front of him. Reaching down, he grabbed her right leg and rotated her until it was pointing straight up. She had practiced this pose; otherwise, this might have gone very differently. He pulled one of her arms down to the floor to brace herself in this awkward position.

She felt his cock slide into her pussy, not at all slowly. Biting the inside of her cheek managed to keep her moan from escaping. The cock began to pump in and out of her, each stroke excruciatingly slow. This time, he wanted it to last.

Ashley was on fire all over. She had never been fucked in this position and it seemed to hit all the best spots in her dripping pussy. The pleasurable tremors shot up and down her leg, threatening to make it go limp and drop them both to the carpet. She willed her leg to stay locked with every ounce of strength she had.

Thankfully, this position was brief. It must not have been as good for him. Her leg was pulled down and she nearly sighed with the relief it brought. Her client forced her back onto the bed but onto her hands and knees this time, doggy style. He slid into her just as forcefully but it was much easier to remain quiet like this. Her breasts swayed back and forth painfully but she could endure the discomfort.

The man’s strokes began to quicken, his breathing becoming ragged. Just when Ashley thought he was going to burst, her pussy was suddenly empty. She was turned over onto her back again and her legs spread as far apart as they would go, almost sticking out in a straight line horizontally.

Her head fell onto its side. She couldn’t turn to look at him without moving. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to the end of the bed. Again, his cock slammed into her without a second’s warning, his balls slapping loudly against her body. He pounded her vigorously for a minute before again pausing. She could feel his cock trembling inside her, aching for release.

Ashley felt the man lean over and turn her head, allowing them to meet eye to eye. He kept his gaze locked on hers as he continued to pump, a hungry look in his eyes. Her whole body begged for release, begged for some kind of movement, but she kept herself still. She would not be broken.

Finally, her client couldn’t take it anymore. He pumped three more times quickly and the fourth time, he slammed his cock home with a deep moan. She felt the insides of her pussy splattered with his cum, hot and sticky and delightful. It wouldn’t have been enough to make her cum if the man hadn’t also reached out and rubbed her clit at the same time.

The orgasm was welcome but she fought back as best she could. Her arms and legs wanted to move, her hips wanted to buck, her mouth wanted to open in cry of passion. Every second she lay immobile, it just seemed to build higher and higher. Somehow, she managed to remain still, every ounce of her will begging her body to remain motionless.

The man watched all of this with a mix of amusement and anticipation. She knew that he wanted her to fail at her task. It was all she could do to not stick out her tongue at him in defiance when her orgasm finally subsided. She shivered slightly but it couldn’t be helped.

With a sigh, the man pulled himself out of her pussy with a quiet squelch. His cock was covered in a mix of both of their juices. Ashley watched him check the time and groan. He must have had somewhere to be. Her client grabbed his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, she heard the shower start.

Her contract was done but she didn’t move yet. It was a matter of pride. She knew that if the man came out to see her gone, he would feel that he won. No, she would stay right here, unmoving, until he left entirely.

The juices inside her pussy started to drip out and puddle between her legs. Having nothing better to do, she thought about how good it had felt being fucked while being perfectly immobile. Remaining this way didn’t help; she could feel her arousal rising again when thinking about her immobility. It burned even hotter than before and she ached to reach down and answer the call.

She remained that way for ten agonizing minutes while her client took a shower. The door opened quickly, hoping to catch her in the act. The man looked disappointed; she hadn’t moved a muscle. He dawdled as long as he could but he never got want he wanted. Finally, thankfully, he left the hotel room.

Ashley waited as long as she could past that, wanting to make sure he didn’t double back. Her limbs began to scream in agony, aching to switch positions. The fire between her legs begged to be squelched. Sweat began to drip into her eyes, burning and itching.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Her right hand darted down to her pussy and drove three fingers deep inside, pumping in and out. Her left hand went to her clit and diddled it furiously. Barely thirty seconds passed before she had the best orgasm of her life. She screamed loudly, not caring who heard. Her body flopped and flailed, every twitch bringing the fresh pain of muscles being used after a period of disuse.

When it was over, Ashley lay there trembling. It felt like every ounce of energy had left her body. She hadn’t expected this job to be just as pleasurable to her as it was to her client. Maybe she would have to break the rules a little and get his name again. The thought brought a smile to her face. As long as it wasn’t anytime soon!

Saturday – Consummation

When Samuel and I got back to the room, Jaye opened the door wrapped in a towel and dropped her jaw when she saw him.

“You’ll always wonder if you don’t.” I said. “You can stop at any time. The

choice is yours.”

Jaye gave me a funny look, then asked me, “Are you sure you want this?”

I nodded, although now that it seemed imminent I wasn’t really sure. But the train was moving and it was get on or get off time. Maybe I was the one who would always wonder.

Jaye opened the door and let us in. I mixed up some drinks and then we sat on the sofa, Samuel on one side of her and me on the other. I reached over, turned out the main lights, leaving only the illumination from the bathroom, and hugged her.

“It’s just us. No one else in the world – just us.” I kissed her and she hugged and kissed me back.

Then I broke the kiss and Samuel curled his arm around her and hugged and kissed her. She hesitated at first, then kissed him back with growing eagerness, sucking

on his lips and tongue. White on Black.

We went back and forth several times and then I undid her towel, exposing her perky breasts. Immediately, Samuel cupped one and started to suck the nipple, while I did the same to the other one. Jaye closed her eyes, moaned, and arched her back to give us better access.

We continued this until she was panting and her legs had spread to allow our hands to caress her pussy.

With two mouths on her breasts and two hands massaging her thighs and smooth pussy, she was starting to juice heavily and her moaning was almost non-stop. Her hands were on our crotches, massaging our growing bulges through the material.

I took the next step: “Samuel, why don’t you get undressed?”

As he broke contact, I slid three fingers up into her pussy and sucked hard on her nipple.


Lifting my head to see if I had been too rough I saw her eyes focused on the now-naked Samuel and his growing Cock. It seemed a little longer than mine but not quite as thick. It was cut, with a large, almost tan mushroom head, thick veins and


“What do you think, Jaye? Take it in your hand.”

She leaned forward and did so, feeling its weight and girth. Then, without urging, she lowered her mouth onto it as she had done last night and earlier that evening.

“Dat’s nice pretty lady! Suck me Black cock!”

She continued until he was fully erect with an upward curve, with me finger fucking her after I removed my clothes, until I suggested that we head for the king-sized bed.

Once there we put her on her back where she immediately started sucking on Samuel again and I got between her legs and feasted on her heavily juicing pussy and hard clit.

After a few minutes, and making sure I didn’t bring her off, we switched positions. Her mouth on my cock was like a wet vacuum cleaner, the

suction only breaking when she would moan and gasp for breath. Samuel was licking her pussy, sucking her clit and fingering her, driving her crazy.

We switched ends again, and this time he pushed her head hard onto his cock as I ate her out. Unlike earlier in the evening, this time she kept on sucking even after gagging once or twice. Finally she came up for air and said she had to have him in her.

I handed him a condom which he rolled on and then moved out of the way as he mounted her, first rubbing the head of his Black Cock around her pussy lips and the opening of her vagina, then sliding it in an inch at a time, backing almost all the way out, then going in a little deeper.

Jaye’s eyes were shut tight, her head moving from side to side and she was moaning.

“Oh! Oh!”

Her thighs started to quiver and her hips bucked each time he slid into her.

Finally, Samuel withdrew again almost all the way, his Black Cock glistening with my wife’s juices, and then slid slowly all the way in in one stroke.

Jaye came immediately – not her Big Bang but a noisy three orgasm burst nonetheless.

I watched them slowly fuck, stroking her hair and holding her hand, our fingers entwined. Her eyes were closed and she was convulsively squeezing my hand as he slid into and out of her. At one point I asked her if it was OK.

“It’s better than OK, B.! It’s fantastic! Thank you so much. Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaghhh!”

“Then tell Samuel.”

“Ahh! Ooh! You feel so good Samuel! So hard! I can feel you filling me! Don’t stop! Mmmmm!”

I shifted, cradled her head on my lap so we could both watch his Black Cock sliding in and out of her. With each thrust, her head and shoulders pressed into me – I was feeling him fuck my wife. On the out stroke I could see her juices

glistening on his Black Cock. On the in stroke I could see her clit swelling up and out of its hood as the spread lips peeled back.

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

“How do you like seeing another man’s cock in your wife?”

“I think it’s beautiful – you’re beautiful!”

She sucked my cock briefly then turned her head away, moaning, overtaken by the sensations in her pussy.

He kept up a gentle rhythm for a few minutes, then turned her over onto her hands and knees. Again, starting slowly and almost romantically – reaching under her and caressing her breasts, and pulling gently on her nipples – he then sped up until she was moaning non-stop and begging for release, then stopped, almost all the way out of her. This brought her to tears and she cried,

“No! Please don’t stop!”

“Fuck me back, pretty lady!”

She began humping back onto his Black Cock, her butt making a slapping sound as she slammed back into his crotch.

After 5 or 6 minutes of this he had her change positions again, on her back with one leg held up and him sliding in and out from the side. This allowed her to stroke her clit herself but

he took her hand away.

“Samuel take care ja!”

He kept up a steady rhythm and in this position she was facing me. I could see his

Black cock going in and out of her pussy: the lips would seemingly grip it and stretch out on the out stroke. Her large clit was visibly protruding from her labia which were massaging it with the back and forth action.

And I saw something more – “the Look.” Her eyes were glassy, lids drooping. She was gasping for breath through her mouth and pulling on her own nipples. Her face was contorted as if in pain and she was moaning with every thrust. She was

looking at me but I didn’t know if she saw me (she told me later she did and her realization of her sluttiness excited her even more.)

He rolled her onto her stomach and re-entered her from behind, straddling her legs. This increased the pressure of her pussy lips on his cock and made him feel even bigger to her.

As her moans increased in frequency and volume he started to pound into her harder and faster until finally, grabbing the sheets in her fists, she shrieked,

“Aaghh! Aaghh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Don’t stop!!! Aaghh! AAHH! OMAGAWD!”

That one was her Big Bang and continued for 5 or 6 minutes in waves. After a brief pause, he shifted her to missionary and started on her again, first slow and timed to her spasms, and then he built up speed until he was pounding her.

She had hooked her legs around his and was humping her hips against him, screaming in time to his thrusts, and they continued like that until, with a shudder, he deposited his load into the condom.

I held her hand and kissed her while she came down, then rolled on a condom myself and climbed on for sloppy seconds. She was so wet there wasn’t much friction but just the thought of what I was doing and what had just happened helped

me get off quickly.

As Samuel started to dress, she asked him not to leave – to do it again, (and then looking at me) but just with him this time. He looked at me and said

“We doan need ja now”

I went out and sat on a beach chair, jerking off in the moonlight to the sounds of my wife’s moans, grunts and occasional screams through the open patio door. Oddly, I was not upset at being relegated to the patio: it was, after all, her night and I had seen what I had been fantsizing about for days.

It was almost dawn when Samuel came out and told me he would see us on the beach at lunch. It wasn’t a question. I was insulted at the presumption but excited at the same time and knew I wanted to be there.

As I entered the cabana, Jaye was sprawled on the now soaking wet bed, legs spread, crying. The light from the bathroom revealed her pussy lips red and swollen. I reached down to stroke her and felt wet cum running down her ass


Obviously the condom-only rule had been violated.

She opened her eyes and reached for me.

“I’m so sorry!”

I told her I loved her, that she was beautiful,

and that everything was all right because we loved each other. I kissed her and tasted a saltiness on her lips and mouth. My first taste of another man’s cum.

I started to mount her to sink my raw cock into that silky, satiny, cum-filled pussy. She said she was too sore but offered her mouth or ass.

Aside from lust, I felt a need to reclaim my wife. Lubing my cock with Samuel’s cum, (The damage had been done – we were both exposed to whatever he may have deposited in her) I rolled her over, and she raised her hands above her head as if bound, offering herself for a punishment fuck.

In between grunts and growls I made her tell me about the evening as I plowed her.

“So what happened?”

“Ahh! A little easier, please. Ugh! H-he had me suck his cock and balls until he was hard. Ugh! Then he – Oh! Then he pushed me on my back. Yes! He whispered in my ear how pretty I was and how sexy my long nipples were. Oww! You did that on purpose!”

“Damn right, go on.”

“Then he pushed his cock into me and started sucking one nipple while he twisted the other. Ungh! They were so sensitive! It was like an electrical shock was going straight to my clit! Aaghh! He kept that up for a while then started fucking me seriously! Ugh! Every few minutes he would put me in a different position and then start again. Ungh! I came a couple of small ones and then he started to speed up.

Aagh! Gawd you’re hard tonight!

I told him to put on a condom before he came, but he just pushed into me harder, and told me that Black men don’t use condoms when they fuck their women. He asked me if I liked what he was doing.

(Oh!) I said yes..(Unghh!) He asked me if I wanted him to stop. I was so close to cumming, I would have said or done anything to feel that cock inside me for a few seconds more, so I said “Yes!”! … (Yes!)

“Then,” he said, “no condom.”

If I

wanted condoms, he would stop and leave then.

(Aarghh!) Yes, punish me! Fuck my ass harder!

I begged him to come in me! He made me scream it! And then he slammed into me even harder and I came!! (Aaghhh!!)

“Yes!! Cum in my ass B! Please!!”

What could I do? I came with a crash. Not much cum as it was the fourth time that night, but the feelings were just as strong as the first.

We cuddled, my cock softening in her ass, while I caught my breath.

She continued, eyes closed, reliving the events, relaxed now that her penance had been paid:

“He came soon after that, his cum hot and hard against my cervix. He lay on me while he softened, then pulled out and pulled my head down to his cock.

“Well bred white ladies always clean off de Black man’s cock afterwards. You been well bred, right, pretty lady?”

“I sucked him clean while he stroked my hair and told me again how pretty I am and what a good lover and how soft my mouth was on his cock and how he loves my nipples and pussy. Then we drifted off to sleep for a while.”

“I woke up to feel him stroking my body. He leaned over and kissed me softly, stroked my breasts, sucked and pinched my nipples. He was half aroused already but he pulled my head down onto his cock and told me to make him hard.

I sucked his cock and balls – they feel so good in my mouth – but I was pretty worn out from the two sessions and was hoping he would leave or at most cum in my mouth and then leave.

I started to raise my head off his cock and he pushed it back down and told me in a stern voice to “Make it hard!” When he was, he rolled me onto my knees and took me doggie style.

My pussy and clit were so sensitive that it wasn’t pleasurable and I was telling him “Ow!” a lot. But he kept on stroking away.

Once he rolled me on my back for a while, but then took me doggie style again.

And then, as he continued, the burn in my pussy and clit started to turn into something else. They started to tingle, and then I was juicing in spite of myself! I heard a woman moaning and then screaming and realized it was me! And then,

suddenly I was cumming – another huge one and then they just kept on coming – every thrust caused an orgasm – and a squirt, B! I couldn’t stop and he wouldn’t stop.

When he finally came in me again, I was exhausted. I checked the clock as he peed – B, he had fucked me for 20 minutes straight!!”

She may have been fucked raw, but she was in awe.

Again I told her I loved her, that she had been beautiful tonight, and took her in my arms.

I was aware that cum was now leaking from her pussy and ass, but whether from exhaustion or afterglow, she seemed in no hurry to clean either of us up.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The best thing about the neighbor’s pool wasn’t that it was the biggest on the block or that it had a brand new heating system, but that Barbara Hamilton owned it. Now that summer had come and her husband had gone, it was time for Barbara to make the most of the warm weather. She lay face down, sunbathing on her raft.

Thirty feet away, a shutter clicked. Steve Malone was making the most of the warm weather as well. His father had given him a two-week ultimatum to find a job, and he was damn well going to make sure he did absolutely nothing until then. He had just graduated high school, it was time for a break.

He had gotten quite a break. It just so happened that Barbara had moved in that spring. It just so happened that she was the most beautiful woman on the block. And it just so happened that she had a predilection for wearing bikinis, and sometimes not wearing them.

Steve admired her for her awareness of the new trend in fashion. Many women were still too prudish to wear bikinis. Didn’t they know the one-piece was going the way of the Edsel? Didn’t they realize that if they wanted to remain in vogue, they’d have to lose that pesky strip of cloth around their midriffs?

Steve brushed his fingers against the bulge in his swim trunks. He didn’t know how long he had until his arousal would force him to put down the camera. During the first days of summer, he had pleasured himself to a tanning Mrs. Hamilton (she had kept her married name). Then he decided that his memories of her exposed body would be better preserved on film. He used the money he had saved up and asked his folks for the few dollars more it would take to buy a Scout 120. His dear sweet mother wanted to cultivate his interests, but she didn’t realize that Steve wasn’t going to be photographing landscapes or his friends.

Barbara floated on her raft toward the edge of the pool. She got up and walked toward the fence that separated her yard from Steve’s. Steve choked for a moment – she was looking directly at him. But she didn’t seem to notice. He did have quite a good hiding spot in the shrubs, after all. And her eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses. She was probably looking down at her discarded top.

Besides, there was no way he could move the camera off her. He was getting the best shots of his short career as a photographer. This was the closest Barbara’s bare breasts had ever gotten to his camera. He reached into his trunks as the shutter clicked over and over. Then Barbara reached forward and picked up her top and sun hat.

He cursed silently. She hadn’t given him the chance to get off this time. But he consoled himself with the fact that he had gotten some amazing photos. For a brief moment, he imagined sending them in to Playboy.

“Look at this, Jim. Some kid in Jersey sent us pictures.”

“My God, look at these, Bob. He captures every detail of the feminine form so well. And it was all done on a cruddy little Boy Scout camera. This is the kinda guy we need working for us!”

Imagine taking pictures of the sexiest women in the world, naked, and getting paid for it! Steve did just that as he walked back into his house – Marilyn Monroe stripping down to nothing while he captured every inch of her body. Just as Marilyn let her bottoms drop, the doorbell rang. Steve stuffed his erection down the leg of his trunks and trudged over to the door, muttering.

The next thing he saw was the light reflecting off of Barbara’s sunglasses. He almost jumped back from the door when he noticed she hadn’t put anything on over the bikini.

“Hi, Stevie-boy.”

“Um, hi, Mrs. Hamilton. What’s going on?”

“I was just wondering if I could speak to your mother?” She stepped inside the house and strutted into the living room, her rear wiggling in the tiny bikini bottoms. A cigarette holder bounced against her hip, held to her body by the waistband of the bottoms. She marched on into the kitchen.

“She’s not here right now,” he called from one room over.

“Well, then, take a message, will you?”

“Sure, what do you want me to say?”

“Just write, ‘Look upstairs.’ She’ll know what I mean by that.”

“All right, then.” He picked up a pad and wrote the two words out.

Barbara came back into the living room. “Where do you keep the cigarettes in this place, anyhow?”

“Just over there, ma’am.” Steve pointed to a drawer. She pulled the box out, stuck a cigarette in her holder, and lit it. Then she tossed the box onto the table, in front of where Steve sat.

“You should have one as well. You know, to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?”

“The fact that you’ve got pictures of my bare breasts, of course! Not many boys can say they’ve got a snapshot of these things.”

“Mrs. Hamilton?” He gripped the arms of his chair, his palms getting sweaty.

“The pictures, dear boy, the pictures. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already.”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t take no pictures.”

“Oh, really? What a shame, I do love being photographed.” She took a long drag.

“Whaddya mean, Mrs. Hamilton?”

“I mean if you haven’t photographed me, then you ought to.”

“What is it you want? I don’t understand.”

“What I want is for you to take your camera up to the master bedroom and wait for me. Unless you’d rather not have my picture.”

“No, I get it, ma’am. Right away.” He grabbed the box of cigarettes and lighter, then dashed up to the bedroom, still befuddled by Barbara’s request.

Barbara came in holding two lowball glasses. “A scotch on the rocks for my photographer?”

“Oh, uh, thanks.” He grabbed the glass. “So when do you wanna do it?”

“Don’t be thick, dear. I want you to take my picture right now, in this.” She ran her hand down her chest and over her stomach. “Maybe less if you’re good.”

Steve’s erection finally won its struggle against the leg of his shorts and popped upward. He had lost concern for hiding the tent in his trunks, though. He drew out his next words excitedly. “Yes, ma’am, certainly.”

He got up, lit the cigarette, sipped his scotch, and then hoisted his camera up to his eye. Barbara lay back on the bed and spread her arms, keeping her legs locked. “How do you want me, Mr. Photographer?”

“Oh, any way you feel comfortable, Mrs. Hamilton.” The flash went off. He had attached it for the indoor shoot. The camera was in one hand while the scotch and cigarette were in the other.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, Stevie.”

“Don’t mind the man behind the camera, Missus. You just sit there and look pretty.” Another flash. He took a swig of scotch. Maybe he could be a photographer. Maybe this shoot could be the start of his career.

He imagined two girls in bikinis walking into the room, grabbing at him for attention.

“Ladies, I’m in the middle of a shoot here, what is it?”

One grabbed his arm and said, “You’ve just got to take my picture and make me famous, Mr. Malone.”

The other did the same. “No, he’s going to take my picture. I’ll be famous.”

“Please, girls, don’t be ridiculous. There’s enough film for all of you.”

The one on his right arm complained. “But I want to be on all the film.”

The one on the left shot back, “But I pose nude.”

“I pose nude, too, and I give my photographers blowjobs.”

“Well, I go all the way.”

“Step aside, girls.” Marilyn Monroe appeared. “Can’t you see Mr. Malone has more important business to attend to – like me.”

She unfolded a piece of paper that she had pulled from the pocket of her robe. She scanned it and then put it away. “Now it said there I was going to be nude and then we’d have time for some fun afterward.” She opened the robe to reveal her nude body.

“Oh, Marilyn,” he said, slobbering.

“Did you just say ‘Marilyn’?” asked Barbara.

“Uh, no, didn’t say anything. Why don’t we try another pose?”

“What pose, Mr. Photographer?”

“Let’s do some without the hat and sunglasses.”

“All right.” She pulled off the sun hat and sunglasses and stood up on her knees to drop them on the nightstand. Funny, he thought, take a girl’s picture when she isn’t looking and you’re a pervert. Take it when she is and you’re a hot commodity. Maybe he could go all the way with Mrs. Hamilton.

“Hold it right there. Great pose.” She had her glass held out in one hand and her cigarette holder in the other, making a slight shrug with her shoulders, a quizzical look on her face. Not to mention that her stance drew her wide legs apart as well as affording a better angle to see down her top.

“Should I lose the drink and smoke?”

He stuck his cigarette in his mouth. “No, it’s great. I love it. Perfect wild woman. You look like you’re saying, ‘So what? I like to drink and smoke and take my clothes off in front of a camera, what are ya gonna do about it?’”

“I see.”

“Now talking about that last part, why don’t you lose the top?”

“Oh, my.” She turned her face away and ran her hand across her chest. “Well, can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure, what is it, Missus?”

“Well, I’d feel more comfortable if I was, you know, aroused.”

“All right.”

“Can you go down on me?”

His member somehow stretched his trunks even further. He was going to go all the way. Despite his elation, a bit of panic set in. He needed rubbers, music for atmosphere, and a place his mother wouldn’t find them. He looked at the clock – 3:50. “Uh, Mrs. Hamilton, maybe we can take this to your place?”

“Don’t be silly, dear. It’ll be so much more exciting if we do this in your parents’ bed.”

All right, they’d get down to business no problem. Barbara would cover for him. No way she wanted to get caught either. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

“There’s one more thing I have to ask, Stevie. It’s a little embarrassing, but I sort of have this fetish.”

“What is it?”

“Well, when men go down on me, I like their heads to be between the bars on the bed.”

“Between the bars on the bed?”

“Yes, I know, I know, it’s weird. But, please. You want to do more, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do it.” He put his cigarette in the ashtray and finished his drink. Then he lay down on the bed. His head was poking between a pair of bars. “Like this?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

He shoved his head through the bars. She stood over his head. From his vantage point, all he could see was the little white strip that remained as his last obstacle between him and Barbara.

“Well, go on then,” she said.

He strained his neck upward but couldn’t reach. “Can’t get it. Lean in closer.” She stepped in, squeezing his head between her legs. He stuck his tongue out and still failed to hit anything. “Closer. And take off those bottoms.”

Barbara stepped back from Steve. “I changed my mind.” She hopped on the bed. “But I do like to see a man behind bars.”

“These need to come off.” She tugged at his trunks.

As they slid down, he said, “Oh, Mrs. Hamilton. You are one kinky animal, and I love it.”

“I can tell.” She dabbed her finger in the pre-cum that had formed on his tip. Her fingers traced up and down his shaft.

“Yeah, rub it for me.”

Her fingers continued to tease. “I might if you tell me where the other pictures are.”

“What other pictures.”

“Time to stop playing dumb, boy. I know you’ve got more than what’s in that camera. Now tell me where they are.”

“Why don’t we screw first, ask questions later?”

“Don’t mouth off like that to me, Stevie-boy.” She flicked one of his testicles.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?”

“I want those photos.”

“They’re not even developed yet anyway. It’s just film. What do you want with just film?”

“Feel this,” she said. Her hands made the full strokes on his penis that he had requested. Unlike the girls at school, her hands knew all the right motions. They glided up and down his shaft with expertise. Being foreign to having correct technique used on him, Steve’s arousal built. All the pent-up lust from the photo-shoot only added to the fire. He was going to lose it.

Then her hand pulled away. “You won’t get any more until you tell me where pictures are.”

“Oh, come on, just a little more.”

“Pictures. Now.”

“All right, all right, the film’s in a shoebox under my bed.”

Barbara returned with the shoebox after a minute. It contained more than film. Next to two canisters were a stack of Playboys and a pile of photos. Barbara held up the canisters. “Are all these me?”


One by one she exposed every roll to the light. Steve struggled to free himself from the bars on the bed. “Hey, my film! Stop that!”

Barbara tsked as she finished unrolling the last of the film. “Naughty, naughty boy.”

“I thought you wanted your pictures taken, ma’am.”

“I think you can guess what I think of your pictures, Stevie. And what are these? Is this your little stash?” She reached into the box and pulled out the magazines. Her eyebrows arched as she flipped through the pages. “Do you think your mother would be happy with you reading these?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m old enough to buy them on my own.”

“I think you were a tad young to buy Playboy when this one came out.” She held up a copy of the first issue. Marilyn Monroe was on the cover and he had to have it, so he had pilfered a copy from his friend who had in turn stolen it from his brother. It was his first nudie magazine, a pornographic piece of nostalgia. It still saw quite a bit of use as a self-pleasure aid to that day – like the memory of experimenting with a first girlfriend.

Steve whined as he saw Barbara tear out the centerfold. She leaned it against the bars he was stuck between so it was right in his line of sight. “Here, keep yourself occupied.”


She placed his hand on his erection. “Stroke, pig.” He did as he was ordered. “But you better not cum.”

This had to be part of Mrs. Hamilton’s fetish, right? She was just a little kinky in bed. Steve sighed and kept doing his job. He was still preoccupied with the loss of his film. Marilyn had turned on him as well. She was taunting rather than pleasing.

“Now who was it you said you were taking pictures for?” asked Ms. Monroe.

“Uh, me? Uh, no one, you see–”

“Well, I don’t do work with amateur photographers, and I certainly do not – what was it you said? – ‘go all the way’ with them. Now hand me my clothes so I can go find a real photographer.”

“Ms. Monroe, wait, please!” Too late, she had exited the centerfold stage right.

“I said, ‘Stroke, pig!’ Now get going.” Steve had let his hand stop while Ms. Monroe occupied his mind. “Come on, faster. I know you can do better. Don’t you just want to eat Marilyn right up?”

She tore the cover from the Playboy, crumpled it, and stuffed it in his mouth. He whimpered at the mutilation of his old companion. Barbara, meanwhile, sifted through the rest of the box. “Pictures, pictures, more pictures. Good lord, this is disgusting. You probably pass them around at school, post them in your locker, and play with yourself when you look at them, don’t you?”

“Mmf,” came a muffled reply.

“Yes, you do. I was going to be in this box, wasn’t I? All your little friends would leer at my breasts and ask if they could borrow the pictures to jerk off with. Well, whoever these girls are, you won’t see them again.” The little piles of photographs soon became little piles of shredded paper. Barbara froze for a moment when she came to the last pile. “Oh fucking hell!”

She picked up a photo and shoved it in his face. “Do you masturbate to this? Do you?”

“Mmf.” She pulled the paper from his mouth. “It’s in the box, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know why I asked anyway. Look, you’re still stroking. I’ll bet this is your favorite one, isn’t it? Is it your favorite?”

“Yeah, I guess it’s a good one.”

“That’s my sister, you freak! I don’t know how you got hold of that picture, but you’re going to regret it.” She ripped up the photo right in his face, causing some flakes of paper to fall into his open mouth, and then replaced the crumpled Playboy cover. “You know, I was thinking of going easy on you. I thought maybe this could be a lesson for you, then I’d tear up that note you left your mother and get you unstuck. But this is just sick. You’re too much of a pervert to let this stop you, I know it. You’ll just be even more discreet about it. You deserve to be punished, but I can’t imagine a punishment fitting enough.”

“Mmf.” Steve shook his head, trying to get free, but it was futile. Barbara got up off the bed and walked over to the dresser. She rifled through the drawers. Dread shot down his spine. What was she doing?

Barbara pulled a pair of lacy panties from the bottom drawer. “Get a whiff of these.” She waved them in Steve’s face. “I bet these are one of your mom’s favorite pairs. Shame you’re going to ruin them.”

“Mmf?” Steve raised his eyebrow as Barbara slid the panties up his legs to his thighs.

“That’s right, dear, you’re going to drop a load in mommy’s panties.” She looked down at his cock. It had wilted and the flow of pre-cum had halted. “Well, not like that you’re not. Let’s get you nice and hard again.”

“Mmf-mmf! Mmf-mmf!” he tried to cry as he shook his head. Barbara straddled him and sat on his arms to keep him from resisting. Her hand wrapped around his shaft again. With just a few strokes and tweaks of the head, he regained his stiffness.

There was Mrs. Hamilton in a white bikini, jerking him off. There was Marilyn, right in front of his face. Steve couldn’t have imagined such a situation could possibly be a bad one, but his wet dream had turned into a nightmare. Somehow, he had to hold back. He peered over at the clock – 4:17. His mother would be home from the market soon. Maybe if he could hold out long enough, Mrs. Hamilton would be caught in the act.

But how could he after the photo session and the preceding and succeeding stroke sessions? He had never held so much tension in his sexual organs before – a whole afternoon of titillation and no release. Though he still had Marilyn, but he really wished she would put some clothes on right now. Mrs. Hamilton was the main issue, though. Her hands danced and weaved complex patterns over his member, creating an effect the girls at school could never hope to achieve. And just the sight of her, the woman every boy in the neighborhood wanted to know with her hands on his shaft was driving him wild.

That sight was improved tremendously by her little white bikini. It showed off everything but the most intimate of details. Bikinis were obscene, he thought. Didn’t she realize that modesty was more important than fashion? Didn’t she realize that if she wore such a thing, a boy wouldn’t be able to help himself? A bare midriff and exposed cleavage were liable to make a young man lose control.

Lose control. Don’t lose control, he thought. He closed his eyes. Now he was alone with just the feeling of Mrs. Hamilton’s delicate fingers working their magic. No Marilyn, no bikini. Then he felt something that was definitely not a finger on his member. It was moist and warm. His eyes popped open to find the tip of Barbara’s tongue moving up and down his shaft. A stream of pre-cum flowed from his tip. His balls tightened until they drew up as far as they would go. He was done.

The sound of a car backfiring rang down the street. Steve’s ears perked. Their second car, an old one that his mother used, was a jalopy that could be heard coming a mile down the road. That had to be her. Barbara seemed unconcerned and continued her work. He would have to summon every ounce of willpower to hold back. Steve’s mother was pleading with her car to hold together just as Steve was pleading with his body. Just one or two more minutes, he begged, one or two more minutes, you good-for-nothing bastard.

Miraculously, Barbara removed her hands and tongue from him. She bent forward, leaning on the top bar of the footboard. Her breasts hung over the rail, stopping just above the centerfold page and creating a spectacular display. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Stevie? A nice handjob from little old Mrs. Hamilton? Huh?”

As I lay on the lounger enjoying the ocean view spread out before me I listen to the rhythmic sound of the ocean waves beating against the sandy shores while I am waiting for you to arrive. I’m wearing my favorite Marilyn Monroe inspired bombshell vintage swim suit and feeling pretty sexy at thirty-five. I check the time on my I-phone and I see it is 7:00 pm as I impatiently place it back into its case and reach into my beach bag to retrieve my sun block. “I really hope he isn’t late and he hasn’t lied to me.” I begin to worry as I massage the cocoa scented cream into the delicate fair skin on my smooth legs.

When we spoke the night before you made it clear to me that you understood what you were supposed to do and having an obedient cock was what I expected of you. Adjusting my hat and looking around through my designer shades I combed the beach looking for my fuck toy who was supposed to be wearing the sleeveless white tee and orange swim trunks as I had instructed you to do so. Only, these were special trunks which I had special ordered just for you so that I could easily recognize my fuck toy when you approached me. They were a bright prison orange with one word embroidered in black across the crotch that read “Inmate”.

I had to take a sip of my mineral water to moisten my lips as I pleasured my mind with all the little thoughts of what I was going to do to you when my fuck toy arrived as I smiled at all the people coming out to the beach to take their pictures in the awakening of the sunset. I planned on you meeting me here at this time because I knew that the beach would be crowded just enough to fancy my desires and yours.

I see you walking towards me in the sunset. My breath catches in my throat and I know it’s you because I recognize the orange trunks that I purposely ordered one size too small so that the material stretched across your bulge and your tight ass. Your brown eyes are gleaming with fear as you nervously walk towards me. Finally, you walk close enough that I can see the bewildered look on your face like a buck that has been caught in the headlights as you are unsure if it is me you are looking at. Already, I am feeling in control of you as I watch you drift carefully closer towards me through the noise of the ocean, birds, and the clusters of people who are beginning to gather around.

Smiling at you, I beckon you with my French-manicured hand with that special gesture that we had already agreed on the night before so that you will know it is me. Immediately, I am surprised to learn that your body is much better looking than the pictures you sent me. Delighted and pleased with you, I gesture towards the spot in front of my lounge chair and command you to stand in front of me so that I may inspect you. “Y-Your Miss Evangelina?” you ask me with your low-key husky voice full of uncertainty.

“Yes I am.” I answer you sharply as I move my shades down just enough to drink you in with my green eyes scaling every inch of your hot body from head to toe. I begin with your clean cut dark hair as my eyes travel past your clenching jaw and the veins along your neck, I see your nipples becoming hard and trying to cut through your white t-shirt. “Mm mm!” I moan softly expressing to you how satisfied I am with your thirty-six year old six foot muscular frame as I move my eyes to what I am really wanting.

The word inmate is emblazoned across the outside of your bulge right where I know that your cock is waiting. I decide to tease you just a little and I begin to manipulate my nipples to high beam on my 38 D tits as I casually sway one of my legs which is slightly bent back and forth while I slide my tongue over my upper lip never taking my eyes from your bulge. In a soft voice I order you to undress and you ask me, “Here?” As you look around at the people on the beach.

“Yes! Here! I want all those clothes off of you accept leave your thong on!” Another order I had given you the night before. “No, wait! Come over and stand beside me so that I can feel your cock grow in those trunks before you take off those clothes!” I command you and you obediently walk over to my right side so that your bulge is now near my face and in my reach. Without a care in the world for the people passing by to enjoy the sunset over the ocean in front of us, I bury my nose into your thick bulge and I can smell your manly essence through the fabric of your brand new trunks. The smell of your familiar expensive cologne fills my senses and makes my pussy become wet with my own juices. I hear you whisper in a gasp, “My God!” As I begin to rub your cock to full erection through your trunks. I don’t care who sees me manipulate your cock this way either as I can see you are looking around you with worry but you don’t want me to stop.

Unexpectedly, I slide my hand excitedly in through the top of your trunks and I watch your face as you feel my long, slender fingers wrap around your cock and squeeze it tightly. Roughly, I begin to pump your cock not caring if my nails graze your flesh because I am making you my fuck toy which means I am in control of your cock. Once I hear you begin to pant as you are past hard by now I abruptly stop, leaving you standing there with pre-cum seeping from the engorged head of your throbbing cock. Using my forefinger and my thumb I begin to rub as much of your semen onto my fingers as I can.

“Come down here and clean my fingers.” I command you as you obediently stoop low enough to suck and lick my finger and thumb clean of all of your own cum juice. “Mmm that’s a good fuck toy!” I praise you as I reach up for a kiss so I can invade your mouth with my tongue and taste you myself. “Now I want you to strip those clothes off for your Mistress, but leave your thong on!”

I knew the thong I ordered you to wear would not be enough to conceal your erection and I watched with controlled delight as you pulled off your white t-shirt and revealed to me all of your hard-worked muscles while you very hesitantly and slowly slid your trunks down and stepped out of them. You are facing me now with your scarcely-covered cock in my face and I know that you are wanting to hide your erection for fear that the people who are all around us will soon notice you in this state. I love watching your eyes widen with anticipation as you look around worrying if you will get seen by a passerby but I want to keep your cock hard so I hurriedly reach inside my beach bag for the extra beach towel I kept waiting on you and I toss it to you and tell you, “Wrap this around you and use it as a shield so that no one can see what I am doing to you.”

“Yes Miss Evangelina.” You answer me and I can hear lustful excitement ring out in your husky voice because you want to cum so bad. Eagerly, you throw the towel around your waist, covering your tight ass and gripping the towel by either corner in each of your hands, you move closer to my face and use the towel to shield my face and your cock.

I remove my hat and allow you to entertain yourself with the sight of my curly raven hair which is piled loosely on top of my head with just a few spiral strands dancing along the nape of my neck as I pull my beach bag into my lap while I begin to remind you of what I expect from you. I want to make sure that you understand that you are not allowed to exhibit any open sign that you are being aroused no matter what I do to your cock so as not to be easily discovered by any of the passersby. Before I begin to speak, I slide two fingers just under the fabric of your thong, sliding it over to free your cock from its cell and I squeeze it tight with my fist just as two elderly couples pass by us and greet you with their smiles and politely ask you, “How are you this evening?” I grip your cock in my hand and begin to tease your sensitive head with my tongue as you force yourself to answer them with a cracked breath of husky air, “Jus- Just fine!” I hear you babble breathlessly as you force yourself to return their smile.

I can hear one of the elderly men comment something to you about the weather and I become so aroused watching you suffer as you answer his responses and fight the urge to gasp or moan while you keep my face hidden from view with the towel as I wrap my pink-glossed lips around the head of your cock and I taste your slight salty pre-cum . I begin to slide my wet lips all the way down your cock while my tongue glides all over the bottom of your shaft. With precision, I swallow your cock till I feel your head touching the back of my throat and my bottom lip is barely grazing your ball sack. I decide that I like the way your cock tastes and I hold tightly to the bottom of your cock as I begin to fuck your cock with my mouth until I hear your breath become quick and raspy. I pull your cock from my mouth and I begin pumping it with my hands and I look up at you and warn you to not drop the towel or give any response. I know you are so close to having an orgasm because I can see the veins along your cock pulsing. Quickly, I release my hold on you and I watch as some more of your semen creeps from the opening of the head of your cock which is beginning to turn purple. Eagerly, I use my tongue to lick it up myself because I know it is driving you mad.

I reach into my beach bag and retrieve a vibrating cock ring and my bottle of lube that I brought along. After lubing your cock and turning on the small bullet that is located in the cock ring, I slide the snug cock ring down your hot rod all the way to the base and I wrap the other side of the ring around your testicles then I slide your thong back to the front of your erect cock as I softly but firmly say to you, “Now that I have your cock wrapped up, it is mine. I want you to very casually sit in this lounger as soon as I get up and I’m gonna restrain both your wrists in order to aid you in not touching your cock. You are my fuck toy now and you will not cum unless I give you permission to do so and only then will I release you from your restraints and allow you to make yourself cum. Is that understood?”

“Yes Miss Evangelina.”

“Good then sit down in that lounger and I will place this towel over your lap so as not to draw too much attention. “

With your vey prominent hard-on trying to escape the little piece of fabric that was barely covering it, you obediently lie back onto the lounger as soon as I stand up. People are still casually walking past us to admire the sunset over the ocean as I begin to tie both your wrists to the arms of the chair, making sure that you get a good glimpse of my tits as they pass in front of your face while I restrain you. After making sure you are restrained properly, I devilishly slide the small piece of fabric from your stiff cock exposing it to anyone who may happen to walk by. I watch your eyes widen again as you turn your head looking from side to side hoping none of the people walking past can see your cock while I enjoy this feeling of having you under my control.

Intentionally, I take more time than what is needed to cover your exposed cock and restrained hands with the towel. As soon as I have you properly tied up and concealed under the towel, I remind you once again to not make a peep no matter what I do to you. In anticipation, you watch me sit next to you on the lounger and I take out a silicone beaded sleeve which I explain to you is actually a male masturbator. It has one hole that contains beads for extra stimulation as it slides up and down your shaft and another very tight hole for sliding your cock in to use like you would a pocket pussy. Only, I am inserting my finger inside the extra hole to remove the beads and replace them with a small bullet that is attached to a remote control. You watch me as I lube up the bullet and insert it into the hole while people are still casually walking past us.

You are beginning to feel the strain from the cock ring as it is still vibrating around the base of your cock and driving you nuts because you need more stimulation. Suddenly, you feel my hand slip beneath the towel and grope your balls as I search for the button to the vibrator in the cock ring and turn it off. “You won’t be needing this turned on anymore you fuck toy. I got something better than that!” I tell you as I hear you inhale a quick breath of air.

I take my hand out to lube it up good and I lube up the inside of the fuck sleeve I am about to use on you. “Now, I am about to slide your cock into this tight little hole here.” And I use my finger to demonstrate for you just how tight it actually is. “I have the remote to the bullet inside this sleeve in my hand.” I show it to you. “We are gonna sit here while I manipulate your cock without allowing you to orgasm. Whenever I think that you are about to orgasm I am gonna set the switch to off on this remote and stop fucking your cock with this sleeve. Remember, you are my fuck toy right now and I am in control of your cock, not you. You cannot shoot your load till I decide I want you too. “

Nodding your head to let me know that you understood I look into your eyes as you fight the temptation to moan as you feel me force the head of your cock into the tiny opening of the lubed silicone sleeve. You can feel the silicone tightly wrapped around your cock as I force it all the way down onto the base of your cock. I set the remote attached to the bullet inside the sleeve on low and I watch your face as you begin to feel the vibrations of the bullet stimulating your whole cock. I watch you as you tense and begin to adjust your legs wanting more stimulation so I turn the remote off and I watch you as you obediently plead in silence begging me with your lustful eyes for more interaction so that you can release your built up load.

Very casually I wave and smile at a jogger who is running by staring at the two of us almost as if he suspects that something is going on. As I wave to him I slide my hand under the towel and wrap my hand around the silicone sleeve that is tightly bound around your stiff cock and I begin to pump it up and down under the towel and listen for you to begin panting again. Just when you feel yourself build up again and I can feel your cock begin to swell, I feel the silicone sleeve split and slide away from your engorged cock as you begin to take deep breaths and staring up towards the sunset trying to fight the urge to cry out for me to allow you to release your load. “Wow.” I say to you amazed at my discovery as I show you the silicone sleeve that is now split in half from your engorged cock. Looks like it’s time for me to play with my fuck toy myself!”

After giving you enough time to catch your breath again I decide it is time I take a seat on my new fuck toy. I stand up and yank the towel from your lap, exposing your erect cock once again, before I throw my leg over the other side of the chair straddling you and the chair. Using the towel as a shield, I place it over my lap in front of me that way no one passing by the front of us can see what is going on but if anyone were to approach us from either side, they just might catch a good view of your fat cock about to slide into my slick pussy.

Beneath the shelter of the towel, I raise my hips up slightly as I slide the crotch to my swim suit bottom to the side exposing my dripping shaved pussy and I slide very slowly down onto your swollen cock. Your cock is so swollen now that I can feel the walls of my tight pussy stretching around it as I force myself to take you all the way in. I reach under the towel to tease my clit and I bring myself to an explosive orgasm while I am still sitting on your cock. I enjoy the endorphin-like spasms that begin to shoot through my body causing the walls of my pussy to shudder around your cock, I look up at the sunset as the sweet clover smell of my juices rise up and fill our nostrils. I sit on your cock still writhing with orgasm and I decide it is time to reward you for giving me so much pleasure and being such an obedient fuck toy so I begin to undo your restraints while your cock is still throbbing inside of me.

After freeing your hands, I slide my sopping wet cunt off you just long enough to remove the cock ring that has been binding your cock. As soon as your cock and balls are free again I turn to look you in the eyes and I command you to release your whole load into my pussy. “I don’t care who walks by and sees you fucking my pussy, you are not allowed to stop until you have unloaded all of your cum in me! Now, you may put your hands on me and do whatever you like to your mistress.”

Wasting no time at all, I feel both your strong hands reach under the towel and tug at the crotch to my swim suit so hard that I hear it rip as you tear it in half exposing my bare wet pussy for your cock. I feel your hands grip my ass cheeks and raise me up and back down onto your cock as you begin to pump your cock so hard into my pussy with no more concern for the few people who are still passing by from time to time. I feel your cock erupting inside of me, smell our juices mixing in the air, hear you moan with pure final satisfaction, and I look up to see the jogger running past us unable to keep his eyes off of me as I begin to uncontrollably moan with pure delight.

As soon as our show was over I decide it is time for my fuck toy to become clean up boy so I hop off your wet cock and command you to sit up onto the edge of the lounger to face me as I stand in front of you so that my wet cunt is in your face. This time, I wrap the towel around my behind and hold it up to shield myself waist down and your face while you lap up all your creamy cum from inside my sopping pussy. I feel your tongue whipping in and out of my pussy making sure to clean all your juices from me and then I feel your tongue manipulating my clit forcing another intense orgasm from me right as I look up to see the two elderly couples strolling by again smiling and waving as they pass.

Finally, I decide that your work here is done and the sun is setting. I tie the towel which is damp with our juices around my waist in order to conceal my ass which is exposed from your hastiness to cum and I watch you reach for your trunks. “Oh no you don’t fuck toy!” I shout at you. “You are coming home with me wearing nothing but that thong!” I command you as you dutifully obey.

As Jared lay there in the dark, he began to realize the seriousness of his new arrangement. And while he had entered it with an open mind and a genuine embracement of the idea of servitude, he had expected, while being trussed up, that his new mistress—his owner—would use his body for her own pleasure, and then allow him release as well. Neither, at this point, seemed to be the case. And yet her almost callous disinterest in him physically, as he viewed it, did nothing to dampen his ardor. His rigid cock felt like it would burst, not into orgasm, but literally burst through its own skin. He’d never been so hard, nor for so long. The non-stop stimulation from the vibration in his rectum drove him wild with lust. Eventually he was able to shift his weight such that he could rub the head of his cock along the sheet beneath him by twitching it up and down. This brought him just enough pleasure, that, combined with the butt plug, he began to approach orgasm. But, remembering his mistress’s warning against masturbation, which, he assumed, this qualified as, he reined himself in. It was no matter, though. The constant attention being paid to his prostrate did the job for him. He could feel it welling up inside, and began to think of anything else other than the pleasure the vibrator was bringing him, and of the pressure building up in his balls. But it was too much, and after some time, he knew not how long, he felt blast after blast of hot semen spring forth. He awoke some hours later, having dozed off, to find his member still erect and the vibrating plug still relentlessly stimulating him. He pictured his mistress’s face—perhaps not a traditionally beautiful face, though far from unattractive. To him, however, it seemed perfect. The image of her lips wrapped around his shaft, and then of his cum spurting into her open mouth, took hold of his mind, and, perhaps becoming more attuned to the sexual possibilities of his prostrate, he came again, quite against his will.

He was woken by the feel of his gag being removed. His joints, given the relative severity of his restraints, actually ached only a little, but his jaw, he now realized, was in near agony. He could barely manage to close it, and opening it again was even more painful.

“Good morning, slave,” Laurel said. “Keep moving your jaw. It will feel better in a few minutes.” She reached down and undid the leather strip around the base of his still-rigid member, which to her delight was a deep purple, though still warm. His erection gradually subsided as his color returned to normal.

“It looks like you had a bit of an accident during the night, slave,” Laurel said, undoing the hogtie behind his back. The hood and the butt plug, still vibrating, remained in place, although she undid the small lock that held the hood securely around his neck. “Take a few minutes to gather yourself. I need to go to work. I generally return about six o’clock. Dinner will be ready between 6:45 and seven. You’ll have a bath drawn for me upon my arrival. Make sure the tub is spotless prior to that. The sheets will need to be laundered, and some vacuuming couldn’t hurt. Please shave your pubic region and around your asshole, and keep your face smooth. Your overall cleanliness is of course paramount. You may also take two hours to retrieve what belongings you desire from your apartment, and make whatever arrangements you need to make regarding your lease and your job. The cameras will note your coming and going. Two hours. Any longer and it will add to the already significant punishment you are due for your unauthorized ejaculation. Or was it more than one?”

“It was two, Mistress. I’m sorry, I couldn’t…”

She cut him off. “No, you’re not sorry. Later, you will be. But not yet. There’s a small safe in the back wall of the entry-way closet. It is open now. Please deposit your car keys there when you return from your errands, and close it afterwards.” And with that she was gone.

Jared reached back and turned off the vibration, and then took the hood from his sweat-covered head. He then undid the strap around his hips, and slowly removed the plug from his anus. He had a lot to do, it seemed. Best to get started.

As Laurel drove to her office, she felt a pleasant warmth radiating from her clit. The memory of her powerful orgasm the night before seemed to fill more than the nerves in that particular part of her brain. Too, she beamed with a certain satisfaction at having acquired what she had truly desired for so long—a genuine slave. And she could tell he was genuine. She knew in her heart he would be there upon her return that evening. The thought of hurting him that night gave her libido no small boost, and she could feel the moisture begin to dribble out between her labia. And, perhaps more than any other aspect of the whole situation, her freedom from basic household chores gave her a feeling of lightness and joy. It would be, she thought, a great day. Every day would be.

Her secretary, Jessalyn, noticed a spring to her boss’s step that she’d rarely seen before. But as the day drew on, Laurel seemed troubled. Little could Jessalyn have known what was on Laurel’s mind. Indeed, Laurel was having trouble concentrating on her work. Her thoughts kept drifting toward her new arrangement, and although on the whole this bought her pleasure, one aspect kept troubling her: what punishment would she unleash upon her newly acquired property? She wanted it to be serious; unauthorized orgasms seemed to her among the most egregious of transgressions. But at the same time, she felt the previous night must have been hard on him. Her worst fear at this point was scaring him away. While she was quite confident he was indeed willing to be her slave, body and soul, she knew she would be walking a thin line these first few weeks. Or so she thought.

Laurel was still uncommitted to any particular course of action as she pulled into her garage. She could smell something delicious cooking. So far, so good, she thought. She entered the house to find Jared naked, tending several pots and pans while simultaneously assembling a salad. She noted with satisfaction that one place was set at the table, and quite expertly at that.

He looked up with something between furtiveness and rapture on his face, catching her eyes only briefly and saying nothing, before returning to his work. “Is my bath ready, slave?” she asked.

He nodded. “It’s been sitting a few minutes, Mistress. I should like to add a bit more hot water, I think.”

“Duly noted. Unfortunately for you, it was a yes or no question. If I wanted to hear stupid excuses about your apparent inability to do something so simple as draw a bath at a specified time, I would get a boyfriend. Are you my boyfriend?”

“No, Mistress.”

“On all fours, slave.” Jared complied. Laurel coolly selected a long-handled wooden spoon, with which she struck her slave squarely on the ass so hard as to leave a bright red imprint exactly in the shape of the spoon’s head. Jared gasped in pain but made no sound. Laurel repeated the blow on the opposite buttock, a little harder if anything. Again, a gasp but no audible sound beyond that. Then four more rapid blows, alternating cheeks, each a little harder than the last. Finally a whimper escaped Jared’s lips. Laurel then walked calmly around the his naked body until she was standing just in front of his face.

“If you look up before I tell you, our arrangement is ended. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She took off her heels, and let her skirt drop to the floor. Next came her jacket, which she folded carefully and laid on the counter behind her. Her shirt, and then her bra, joined the clothes already on the floor. Then slowly, seductively, she rolled down her stockings, pulling them off and letting them fall on her slave’s back. Finally her black lace panties fell to the ground, directly below Jared’s face.

“Now, look up at me.” He did as he was commanded, seeing for the first time her cleanly shaven pussy, a thin barbell piercing through her clit and two rings on each outer labium.

“Do you see my beautiful pussy, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you think you’re going to get to touch it tonight?”

“That is up to you, Mistress.”

“What you think is up to me? I asked what you think will happen, not what will actually happen. Yes or no, do you think you’ll get to touch my pussy tonight?”

“No, Mistress.”

“No? Why so negative, slave?”

“You seem displeased, Mistress.”

“Do I? Did I not warn you that I would hurt you regardless of whether or not I am pleased?”

“You did, Mistress.”

“Then should you be reading my feelings into my actions as you just did?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Very good, slave. Now, open your mouth.” He did so. She smiled down at him. “When will you close your mouth?”

“When you tell me to, Mistress.”

“Excellent.” With that she bent her knees slightly, arching forward until her pussy was just inches from his open mouth.

“Stick out your tongue.” Again, compliance.

“Now, the beating was just because I enjoy hurting you. This is for the bath.” And with that, she let loose a powerful stream of urine, all over his tongue and into his mouth, covering his face and wetting his hair. To her pleasure, his tongue and mouth stayed in the position she had demanded of him. When she had finished relieving herself, she said, “I will see to my bath. Please clean yourself, and the floor. You will serve dinner at precisely seven o’clock.”

Laurel was so aroused by his submissive consent to her rather rough ministrations that she managed to rub herself to another stunning orgasm while in the bath. She looked forward very much to the rest of the evening.

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