I had no idea what she had in mind. I got a text message telling me I should book a room. And to book it in Atlantic City. She gave me the dates, but not much else. When Charlotte tells me to book a room, I book a room just about as fast as I can. But we have history in AC. Good history. So by the time I get my wallet out, I was already at the Taj’s website.

You see, this all started a few weeks ago. I was at work bored out of my mind as usual. And as usual, I start thinking about Charlotte. Unfortunately, I can’t think about Charlotte for too long before I start thinking about Charlotte. That can be occasionally inconvenient; especially when I’m at work. I sometimes have to stay seated behind my desk when I’ve been fantasizing about Charlotte for too long. At least into the image passes.

On this one particular occasion, I just couldn’t get her out of my head. I tried. I really did. I even picked up that report on Microbial Forensics that had been sitting on my desk. It was just about the most boring thing I could think of. Surely that would get my mind off sex. But when I came across the word “germ,” I read it as “sperm.” And when I read the word “glass,” I saw “ass.”

And while we’re on the topic, I need to take a minute to make a statement about Charlotte’s ass. It is quite possibly, the sexiest thing in the world. I for one, have never seen anything like it. I could try to describe it, but words won’t do it any justice. It is impossibly big. Completely disproportional to the rest of her body and thus, unbelievably curvaceous. It makes an hourglass look as straight as a ruler. It is so perfectly round that even after seven years of doing the things I’ve done to it, I still lust after it, and her, as the day I first met Charlotte.

To make a long story short, I end up reaching for my phone and look to text some nasty messages to her. It’s a ritual we’ve established over the years, but one I just can’t shake. I love it when we go back and forth and talk about all the things we’d like to do to each other. Texting is unbelievably hot, and despite all the high profile cases of people accidentally texting in the wrong places to the wrong people; I still can’t help myself. My heart still skips a beat when the phone buzzes. If I see the text ID as being someone else, I’m crushed. But if it’s Charlotte, and she’s in the mood, man, it’s a great day. For me, getting dirty messages from her must be what an alcoholic feels like when he gets his first glass of Scotch. It completely stands me to attention. Suddenly, no matter what I’m dealing with, nothing is very important anymore. I don’t stress about anything. I just sit back and fantasize with her for the next few minutes about the next time we’re together.

There’s something about texting that I can’t explain. The funny thing is, we’d never say half the things we’ve texted out loud. Even after seven years, there are things I couldn’t bring myself to say face to face. But for some reason; texting just brings that out in me. It gives me a freedom that eliminates any measure of self-doubt or embarrassment.

Even as disconnected and cold as technology can be, it can also be the catalyst that removes our insecurities. Over the years, we’ve used it to explore each other in a way that we wouldn’t have ever done just talking. In fact, the first time I got the courage to ask her for a pair of her dirty panties was through text. Even to this day, we still reserve the nastiest conversations for our phones.

On this particular instance, it just so happened that she didn’t respond. Two minutes, three, four. Damnit. She must have been at a meeting. I put the phone down and try to concentrate on that damn report but before I know it, the double helix starts looking like the double curves of her ass cheeks. Not only can I not concentrate, I’m really starting to see things. It seems to get wider, as if shifting to the same impossibly wide proportions of her ass.

I throw down the report. I go back to my phone to find she still hasn’t texted me. Damn. It’s driving me crazy. So just like any good red-blooded American, I decide I’m just going to have to scratch this itch by looking at some online porn. It usually only makes things worse, but what the hell? It wasn’t like I was going to get any work done anyways.

Watching porn on your work computer is about the dumbest thing you can do. Which of course, is why the smartphone was invented. Yes it can make phone calls, but more importantly, you can use it to watch porn. Unfortunately, it’s not quite the full 24″ inch screen that I’m accustomed to so instead of typing in a web address, I accidentally type in a google search. And instead of clicking on the right link, I accidentally click a pop-up ad. And wouldn’t you know it, it’s an online sex shop.

Just as I hit the back button, I see a gorgeous piece of glass. It’s cobalt blue, shaped like a bullet, and perfect for Charlotte’s ass. I suddenly get this picture of the last time I was behind her. She was bent over the bed and screaming at me to “just fuck her.”

I had wanted to go down on her first but her urgent scream and one look at that beautiful ass was all I needed to get myself inside of her. And as I slammed her pussy, I saw how her asshole tightened; just a tiny bit. It was enough to send shivers through me. And I remember at the time thinking how much I wish I had a dildo I could shove into her ass while my cock took her pussy.

A dildo just like the one I was seeing on my phone. A smooth cobalt blue glass dildo that tapered beautifully. So precisely. So perfect for insertion. I stare at the thing wishing it were in my hands. I can almost feel the smooth glass. God how I wished I had it the last time I was plowing into her. How I could make her scream hitting both holes at once with that thing.

Before I have a chance to figure out what I’m doing, I’m pulling out my wallet.

And by the time I’m finally typing my credit card number into the browser of my phone, my shopping cart has three dildos, a vibrator and some other assorted goodies. I pause for a second before I realize, what the hell is she going to think if I just send her a box of this stuff?

Then again, it’s Charlotte. I know exactly what she’s going to think. I smile just as I push the “submit” button.

Fast forward two weeks later and she’s texting me to book a trip to Atlantic City. Charlotte and I have been together for a long time. There are some ways that we can still surprise each other but for the most part, we know each other as well as we know ourselves. So I didn’t take more than thirty seconds to decide on the Grand Suite at the Taj Majal. A soaring tower on the boardwalk that would put us on the 30th floor overlooking the Atlantic. It’s expensive, but in December, the place is dead enough that we get a good enough rate that I’m able to book an extra night.


The four hour drive from DC to Atlantic City is almost schizophrenic. At one moment, I feel like we can’t get there fast enough and at the next; time seems to fly by. It’s always this way with Charlotte. The anticipation kills me, but getting there is always part of the fun. Every time I’m with her my day is a little bit brighter, my week a little bit shorter.

The down side to that of course, is that when I’m with her, I don’t want time to move. I want to freeze the moment. But alas, the car ride is over all too quickly and I suddenly find myself dragging our travel bags to the 33rd floor. Like all casinos, you can’t actually get to your room unless you walk across the casino floor. It’s determined to sway you from wanting to stay in your room too long.

Believe it or not, there have been occasions where we’ve spent days together without even thinking about sex. That’s the great thing about Charlotte, she stimulates my mind and my body. So even as I pull up to the suite, I haven’t been able to figure out whether this was one of those times where we were in AC to gamble, or to act like rabbits. Three nights is a little longer than our usual trips. Truth be told, my desires get the best of me but once she relieves me, I’m usually okay for a few days. So over the years, we’ve settled on just going away for a quick overnight when it’s just about sex.

When we want to spend non-sex time together, we stay longer; just to enjoy each other’s company. The way she was acting in the car tonight, I was starting to think this was one of those trips. I had floated some soft lobs to get her talking about sex, but she had batted them away. I’m not disappointed, we’d still have sex. But this trip had the feel of being about more than just sex. And I was okay with that.

Just as I’m about to slip the keycard into the door, she places her hand over mine; standing so close to me that I can smell her breath. We’ve been driving in the car for four hours so it takes on a stale aroma. It doesn’t turn me off. Instead, it does the opposite. I love everything about Charlotte; including how she smells.

“You know I love you right?” She purrs.

“Of course, baby.”

“So whatever happens, you’ll know I still love you right?”

“What are you talk-”

Before I even have a chance to finish my sentence, she pulls the door handle and pushes me into the room. It’s a little less than what you would call a shove; but a lot more than a lover’s touch. It surprises me enough to send me sprawling head first. I lose my balance and catch myself just as I go careening into the couch. I hit the arm of the couch and spill over it. I’m still bent over when I hear a smacking sound and it takes me a second before I realize it’s her slapping my ass. I don’t feel anything for a second and then the sting of it spreads through my rear.

“Baby, what the hell?” I ask.

Once again I feel her hands on me as she pushes my top half down. She’s intent on keeping me bent over the couch.

“I want this ass,” she says as she grabs my hips and slams herself into me. She grinds me from behind. Hard. One of her hands make its way from my hips towards the front of my jeans. The other snakes up under my shirt and grabs at my nipple. I arch my neck and feel her tongue caressing my neck, just behind the ear. Even in my confusion, her hot breath makes me hard and I strain against the fabric of my jeans.

“What are you up to?” I ask, a little less outraged now that I’m turned on.

“Did I slap too hard?” she asks me sheepishly. Suddenly it’s sweet Charlotte again and I can’t help but relent.

“It’s okay, baby. It didn’t hurt.”

She continues to kiss my ear and whispers, “I’m sorry. I just can’t help myself when I’m around you.” Even after seven years and countless sex acts, Charlotte and I have maintained an almost impossible level of desire. It amazes me that, even now, we act like teenagers coming home from the prom. Smack!

This time it hurt. My cheek was still stinging from the first time and a part of me gets a little angry. Enough that I break her hold and am able to turn myself around. Only, when I see her smile, a small wicked little thing, the feeling passes. She has a look on her face that tells me I shouldn’t get mad. That I’m going to want what happens next. Damn her.

Before I can say anything she puts both hands on my shoulder and gives me a maternal kiss on my forehead. “Shhhh.” She motions for me to sit on the couch and I do; my behind still stinging.

“That was for sending sex toys to my house.”

It suddenly dawns on me what this is all about. I had completely forgotten about that damn package. I had made the purchase on a whim and it never occurred to me it might make her feel cheap. I kick myself.

“Oh I thought-”

“What am I, your personal slut?”

“I didn’t mean to-”

She’s standing over me now and she puts a finger to my lips. “Shhhh.” She says again.

Her hair falls over my face as she leans closer and I catch a faint whiff of perfume. It tickles my face and she starts teasing me again with that tongue to the side of my neck. Just below my ear now. I can’t tell if she is either mad or horny. Or maybe both. I try to say something and as I part my lips, she slides the finger that shushed me into my mouth.

Now she’s biting my ear and I get the sense the crisis has passed. My hands reflexively reach out for her ass but she pushes them away.

“Just sit there. Aren’t you in enough trouble already?”

“But baby…” I start to whine.

In one quick motion she pulls the finger out of my mouth and slaps me. Not hard. Not an I’m-pissed-at-you slap. But it’s not playful either. I gape in shock. She keeps her hand there, cradling my cheek. In our entire relationship, she has never once done that. I am completely speechless.

“Shhhh.” she says again and goes back to kissing my neck. “I think you need to know how it feels to be a slut.”

Without another word, she climbs on top of me. Charlotte spreads her legs far enough to straddle me, but not enough to allow my cock to grind against her. It’s horribly evil. She holds the back of my head with both hands and it’s then that I realize this might be a long night. I close my eyes and lean my head back. I think she means to kiss me but instead of finding her mouth, I feel a wet dollop of spit hitting me on my lips. I open my eyes to see a string of saliva tracing back to her sweet, evil smile.

Instinctively, I open my mouth and the second I do, I get a mouthful of fresh saliva. I savor it. It’s warm and slick and all Charlotte. I love it and each time I taste her mouth all I want is more. Her spit is just an extension of that. I try to rise to meet her lips but she pulls away. The quick motion draws the line of saliva across my face and then she descends on me. A fury of kissing, licking and sucking. My eyes, my cheeks, my neck, my ears. She kisses and licks every part of my face. Every part but my lips. I so desperately want her tongue in my mouth but she avoids it. Switching from one side to the other with a deft maneuver that avoids my hungry mouth.

She has both hands on the sides of my head, her fingers buried deep into my long hair. When I misbehave, or even slightly move counter to her plan, she pulls my head back by the roots of my hair. Sitting over me now she does just that. She’s grabbing my scalp with both hands as she pushes her breasts together. For the first time tonight, I get a good luck at her cleavage. They strain against the buttons of her blouse. It’s not unlike the strain my cock feels against my own jeans. She has huge breasts that perfectly complement her huge ass.

These are the things I’ve always loved about Charlotte. Never ending curves that I’d happily spend the rest of my days exploring. After seven years, you’d think I’d have discovered every part of her but I don’t get the sense I’ve even scratched the surface. Tonight is a good example of that. She’s been wild before, actually she’s always wild in bed, but tonight is a different beast altogether. I’ve not ever seen her take control as she has and I find it makes me insane with desire. To let her take control of both mind and body.

With her breasts directly in my face, I lick my lips and stare directly into the exaggerated curves of her body. I move to unbutton her blouse but Charlotte knocks my hand away just as she slaps my face again. With the glaze of her spit, it makes an impossibly loud noise. For a second I see a quick flash of regret in her eyes before she recovers and is in control again. I’m glad to see it. Whatever she’s thinking, she has to know that this is driving me crazy. Even as the moment passes, the sting on my cheek fades. And just like last time, she doesn’t pull her hand away after making contact. Instead, she massages my cheek.

“Oh poor baby.” she coos and before I know it, her thumb is in my mouth. I suck it like a pacifier and it seems to placate her.

“Do you feel like a slut?” she asks. Apparently it’s a rhetorical question because as I try to answer, I get her other thumb in my mouth. She holds my face steady, a thumb hooked into each side of my mouth. She dribbles more spit down on me and I catch most of it. It makes me squirm, bringing my bottom half to life. I strain to push my cock against her but she just lifts away from me.

“Don’t.” She warns. Her face is stern and the in-control Charlotte is back in full force.

I try to say something but can’t. The look on her face stops me cold and I feel another wet spray across my face. Just flecks of spittle now, but still enough that I feel its warmth on my skin. It’s important to know that if anybody but Charlotte did this to me, I’d be completely disgusted. And very angry.

The thought of anybody spitting in my face is unthinkable. But for some reason, like so many other things, when she does it, it’s not just okay. It’s sexier than hell. I’ve long known that there’s nothing about her I don’t find attractive. I like the way she looks, the way she tastes, the way she smells. I’ve said before that she’s taken to giving me her dirty panties. What I do with them is a story for another time, but needless to say, it makes the times we’re apart very bearable.

There’s an end table next to the couch and on it, there’s a bottle of Champagne. Charlotte grabs it without saying a word or moving off me. Even for a second. While I watch, she rips the aluminum and pops the cork. I hear it land somewhere on the other side of the room and as the liquid bubbles over, she moves it to over my lips.

It’s refreshingly cool, but much of it drips off the side of my face, soaking my shirt. She takes a swig herself and as she does so, she uses her free hand to rip her blouse open. I hear one button ping against the window while another skips across the wood floor. My hands immediately go to her breasts and start kneading them. I’m a little nervous I might get slapped for it, but I can’t help myself. She takes another swig of the champagne and says,

“That’s right slut. Time for you to do some work now.”

With a practiced motion, I reach around and unclasp the lace bra. It sounds a lot easier than it is to do. Charlotte’s breasts strain the clasp and it’s taken me years to perfect the move. I’m instantly rewarded as they come tumbling from their restraints. To this day, I still gasp when I see them. So round, so big, so perfect. As I bring them to my lips, I feel a wetness from above and taste more Champagne.

When I look up, I realize it’s not coming from the bottle but her mouth. I watch her take another swig and then, keeping it in her mouth, swish it as if it were Listerine. She’s making sure that it’s not just Champagne I’m drinking. She holds her right breast out and slowly, ever so slowly, she let’ out a stream of liquid. I immediately bring my mouth to her waiting tit and suckle it like a baby. It’s warm and incredibly erotic. Sensual even. I drink it all up as if my life depends on it. I immediately feel warm all over and I’m wondering if it’s the alcohol rushing through me or something else. There are times when Charlotte can make me feel that good without anything but a kiss from her lips.

As she finishes, there’s a stringy tendril of saliva that hangs from her mouth. I move to get at it and unbelievably, she brings it back into her mouth with a quick sucking motion. As I look up, she smiles and then makes like she’s going to spit. She cocks my head forward and bring her face level with mine. Our lips touch and then she moves back just a few inches. Her eyes motion at me to open my mouth and as I do so, I close my eyes and hear her spit. Loud and wet and incredibly warm down the back of my throat. I simply can’t take it anymore and pull her into me. At long last our tongues touch and we begin devouring each other. The kiss is so wet, so nasty, that when our lips move apart, they are still connected with saliva. Her face glistens with it and I have to imagine I’m completely covered.

It was a hot, sultry night in Havana. Rosita just arrived for her much needed vacation. Rosita was born in Brazil, but later emigrated to the States with her mother, father and younger sister. She was always considered bellisima, even as a little girl. With puberty came full, succulent, heaving breasts, perfectly aligned cleavage, round butt cheeks to match, connected by a slender, yet athletic midsection. Her legs continued forever. . .upon grazing her thigh and moving ever so slightly downward, if one even made it past her knees, her perfectly curved, smooth, delicate feet would be discovered. Now, a young 27 year old, is an accountant in a small firm on the west coast. But in Havana, the only numbers on her mind are those of the local guapissimos to ease her burning desire. She hasn’t found a man since moving to the States. . .not a real man at least. She desired a man who could be rough, yet place the gentlest kisses upon her erect bosoms and beautifully bronzed body. She needed a man who could handle her beauty and knew the proper way of releasing the inner Rosita erotica.

Her café brown hair brushed off her face as a gentle breeze became aroused by being lucky enough to touch Rosita’s perfect body. She stood on the side of a busy road, dressed in a light, fire red dress. Her bosoms trying to push through what little fabric there was to get air and try to escape the blistering heat. The only relief for her mesmerizing cleavage were the tiny beads of sweat slowly sliding down from her neck. At the bottom of Rosita’s long, youthful legs were a pair of matching stilettos which wrapped around to the mid part of her calf and tied ever so carefully with a perfect bow. Her plump, red lips could be seen for miles. She looked like she was wearing lingerie and was about to perform her scandalous routine at the local club.

Upon entering, sporadically placed fans provided some relief for her suffocating bosoms. The bar was to the left of her, to the right; a lounge area full of visiting gringos and straight ahead: the dance floor complete with gyrating bodies, sounds of groaning over the local Spanish music and hormones raging. The girls were barely covered, some straps being ripped off by their dancing partners, while the men began to strip as the temperature on the dance floor rose. Rosita entered the sex scene energized, but somewhat apprehensive. A local Cuban, Manuelo, upon spotting her sensual lips and burning breasts which by this time had nearly attained freedom from their captive fabric and her hard, erect nipples were staring back into Manuelo’s chocolate brown eyes. He was a few inches taller than Rosita, about 6’1, and had the physique of a mortal Zeus. Grabbing Rosita by the small of her back, they began dancing in complete unison. Each song was danced more passionately than the other until it was almost as if they were the only ones on the dance floor. In Manuelo’s tight embrace, Rosita’s loins burned with ecstasy. It didn’t take long for Rosita to end up in a dark corner of the nightclub.

The darkness hid the scandalous acts that were about to occur. Manuelo pushed Rosita’s body into his as he threw his back against the cool cinder block wall. Sliding his hand down Rosita’s legs, grazing her thighs, squeezing her calfs, he ripped off the laces of the stiletto in one forceful pull, sending the once perfect bow into chaos. Applying the same force to her other leg, both stilettos came off nearly in fright. Now to release Rosita’s supple, hot and steamy breasts. Ripping off what some might consider a dress, her breasts were throbbing, erecting its nipples at its freer in an effort to bring him closer for a proper thank you. Smelling Rosita’s rose-like scent, Manuelo’s tongue became enchanted leading Manuelo’s face and the rest of his body onto the gracious nipples. He bagan sucking her tits as if he were a child trying to get the last bit of milk. Rosita could only moan with ecstasy and heave his head deeper into her flesh. By now Rosita’s cunt became wet with ecstasy and her personal lubricant began sliding down her slender thighs. She quickly took action. Grabbing Manuelo’s white see-through cotton pants, she ripped them off in a vicious sexual mood. Grabbing his balls with her teeth and feeling her way up the shaft with her tongue, she began heaving and fucking his hard, upright cock with her mouth.

In response, Manuelo grabbed her body, threw her on the cool concrete floor and penetrated Rosita like no man had ever penetrated her before. Her groans mixed with those on the dance floor, only this moaning was as pure as the moonlight and could be heard for miles. Manuelo placed the gentlest kisses upon her body. So gentle that for a moment she believed herself to be naked on a beach, being kissed by the mist of the ocean.

Being slapped back into reality, Rosita grabbed Manuelo’s ass as she climaxed. Upon exiting her welcoming, wet pussy, Rosita came to a realization. After all of these years, she found it. She found what she was looking for. Her man who was rough, yet gentle. Someone who truly knew how to appreciate her beauty and in return was shown her inner sexuality to be teased, seduced and manipulated as her controller wanted.

We’ve finished a good meal, and a few drinks, but because you picked me up before the dinner we haven’t had the chance to do something about our pent up desire, apart from a few quick kisses. As you know alcohol only adds fuel to my fire so I’m feeling really horny and I can’t help myself.

As we drive back to where we are staying for the night I put my hand on your knee and slowly run it up your thigh to your crotch. You ask me what I’m doing while trying to pay attention to the road and I say “shhh”. I undo my seat belt with my other hand. My hand at your crotch runs up to the top of your pants and unfastens the belt and button. I reach down and grab your semi-flaccid penis and you jump just a little. I smile and as I look at your face I see your desire to look down. My hand reaches down to the base of your penis, which has started to harden. I run my hand up and down gently a few times, a low moan escapes your lips. I turn in my seat so that I can get to you better; with my other hand I undo the zipper on your pants so that I can get a better hold on your penis. I lean over towards you and nibble and lick your ear, I whisper, “Don’t take your eyes off the road.”

I then move my head down to put your now rock hard penis into my mouth. With my hand at the base I swirl my tongue around the tip. I lick the head like a melting ice cream. I put my mouth over the head and suck hard, you groan in pleasure and pain. I lick down each side of your penis. I move my hand so that I can take your balls in my mouth. I gently pull on the sac with my teeth and then give them a suck. My hand runs up and down your penis with a bit more pressure then before. I use my thumb to rub around the head. I bring my mouth up to the head of your penis as my hand goes to your balls to give them a good massage. I suck up and down your penis. I’m having so much fun I give a little groan of delight as it is getting me wet just thinking of what this is doing to you. Luckily, we don’t have far to drive, as I don’t think that you can concentrate on the road for much longer.

As we pull up I, slowly and unwillingly, move my mouth and hand away. We get out of the car and make our way inside. As we walk in and I close the door you stop and turn towards me. I have a questioning look on my face and you shush me with your finger over my lips. You push me back against the door and kiss me hard and with hunger. Your hands roam; undoing my jacket. Your hand goes under my shirt and grabs my breast through my bra which I had brought for tonight. My breasts ache to be played with; you squeeze my breast gently which I can’t take, I moan softly, yet I need it to be rougher. Through the kissing I tell you that you can play harder, you don’t say anything but I feel your hand grab my breast more forcefully, you pull hard on my nipple and I groan loudly. My knees feel weak; I lean back into the door for support. Again you stop.

You turn and pull me by the shirt towards the bedroom. When we get there you turn me round and slowly take off my jacket, then you lift my top over my head, you undo my bra and slide the straps down my arms. I turn around to face you and let my bra fall to the floor. You grab a breast in each hand and squeeze. You put your mouth to a nipple and suck, then put it between your teeth and pull. I can’t take it so I pull your head up and kiss you deeply and slowly while making you walk backwards. As your knees hit the bed you fall back with me on top still kissing you. I straddle you on the bed and I can feel your thick hard penis bulging against my thigh. You help me undo my pants. I stand and you watch as I slowly take off my pants and stand before you in only my lacy panties. You sit up and take the sides of them and slide them down, as they reach my ankles I step out of them.

Your head comes up and your mouth goes to my pussy, which is already dripping wet. As you lick my pussy lips, my breath quickens. You use a hand to open them and search out my clit with your mouth. Your tongue finds it and gives it a few flicks, each time making me jerk slightly with the pleasure of it. You suck it and massage it with your tongue. Your other hand has slowly slid inside of me; I feel your fingers fucking me. I feel so hot and ready to cum. I’m moaning loudly now. I arch my back as you keep playing inside me, I gasp, I can’t take much more.

I pull away. I have to have your cock inside me now. I take off your jacket and pull your shirt roughly over your head. I push you back onto the bed and carefully pull off your pants and undies over your thick hard penis. I straddle you and guide your penis into my soaking wet pussy. We both groan as you slide inside me, it feels so good. I move up and down and grind against you, but its not enough, you grab me, pull me close, and kiss me. We roll over with you still inside me. We continue to kiss as you thrust in and out of me. I moan with pure pleasure, I whisper “harder”. as your efforts get stronger, and deeper I know that you have heard me. I rap my legs around you to keep my clit close to you, its feels sooo good every time you thrust into me. I arch my back as I feel the rush and my coming orgasm. I dig my nails into your back as it builds. Your thrusting increases.

I look you in the eyes and see that your almost there too, I kiss you hard. I moan as I’m kissing you and you kiss me harder. I pull away from the kiss as I have the urge to scream as I cum. I feel you push deep inside me, which makes me only scream louder. I feel as you let loose your cum inside me, the feeling is so good. I kiss you again as I try to slow my breathing, and see that you are sweating. I wipe the sweat from your brow with my hand and lick it off your cheek. Nice and salty. You lower yourself on top of me; I keep my legs wrapped around you. I’m not ready to let you pull out of me. You kiss me on the forehead, then on my nose then softly on my lips.

It’s feeling quite warm and you gently roll to the side. I put my head on your chest and listen to your heart, which is still beating loudly. You put your arm around me as though to sleep. I’m wide-awake and as we are both covered in sweat and cum, I say, “Let’s go hop in the shower.” You say “Well help me up then…”

The mistress sat upon her chair seductively gazing down upon the two individuals before her. She was 5’10″ and about 140lbs. in her mid-twenties with long flowing brunette hair and supple breasts. Her gaze fell upon a pair of 18 year olds in a dimly lit open room that resembled a warm basement somewhere lost in the suburbs. One of them was a very petite girl with long golden blonde hair, standing almost equal in height, but appearing much weaker and skinnier than the mistress herself. The young girl had very perky and firm breasts and a comparable ass which worked to complement the young boy next to her. The man stood much more firmly, and was nearly 6 feet tall sporting a very strong and athletic build with short, clean brown hair.

“You may stand before me Jessica and Cody” the mistress said firmly.

They both rose to their feet and crept closer apprehensively approaching the cloaked chair. Jessica and Cody both stood nearly naked; Jessica’s virgin body glistening and sweat covered as she stole a look at Cody’s long and soft penis hanging nearly 4 inches long between his legs. Jessica had known the mistress for many weeks, but this was the first time she had agreed to play the role of slave after her long run at the University Gym. She shook with adrenaline as she watched the mistress’s boy standing at attention, ready to follow her every direction for her personal enjoyment.

Jessica had bumped into the mistress out in the foyer earlier, and had confessed her curiosity and willingness to play out the mistress’s fantasy. She was instructed to continue her workout and then appear for the mistress wearing only her socks and sneakers.

“Come Slave Jessica” the mistress commanded, pointing to a box on the floor in front of the chair.

Jessica obliged and bent down, unlatching it and pulling out a small caged contraption. She looked up at the mistress, puzzled.

“Well, what’re you waiting for…lock him up” she commanded growing impatient.

Jessica moved over to the strong boy at her side and moved down to her knees before taking his soft penis in her hand and forcing it into the odd cage. She struggled slightly trying to force his entire shaft into the device, causing him to groan quietly as she pressed his head against the end of the cage before latching the device to the base of his dick.

“Good” the mistress said, smiling at Jessica. “Now tell me, how do your feet feel tonight?”

“They are incredibly sweaty, mistress” Jessica said a little puzzled by the question.

“Remove your left shoe and tease Slave Cody” the mistress said with a laugh as she watched Jessica blush in embarrassment.

Jessica followed the mistress’s instructions and pulled off her pink gym sneaker holding it over the man’s face and forcing him to smell her fresh sweat.

“Do you like that? Do you like how stinky and smelly my sweaty feet are after I go to the gym?” Jessica said seductively as she forced the man to continue smelling her shoe.

Jessica giggled and bent down, taking off her ankle sock and dangling it in front of her face as she winced from the strong scent.

“Oh my socks smell so bad Slave Cody. They’re so very sweaty and I’ve been wearing them for almost four days. My socks are so gross…do you want to smell my sweaty socks?”

Jessica dangled her faded pink ankle sock over the man’s caged penis allowing the sweat soaked fabric to softly rub against his shaft, and the mistress laughed as he squirmed and moaned as his penis swelled and pressed tightly against the bars confining him. Jessica joined in the laughter as she forced her dirty sock over the man’s face and forced him to smell her sweat. The man gently whimpered as his penis began to spasm and swelled trying to erect itself, but only pressing more painfully against the restrictive device.

Enjoying herself now, Jessica continued holding her sweaty sock over the man’s face and forcing him to indulge in his foot fetish as she gently slid the mesh of her gym sneaker along the head and shaft of the man’s agonizing penis. The mistress watched intently as her slaves teased each other and Jessica begin sliding the man’s penis into her sweaty sneaker.

Cody winced as he felt his penis swelling and pushing out from the gaps in the device’s confinement, but was only met with more pain as he felt his dick rubbing against the rough and damp insole of Jessica’s shoe. He couldn’t help but become more and more aroused as he continued smelling the thick and overpowering perfume of Jessica’s sock, but the combined pleasures from her sock and shoe were becoming too much to bear as he felt the warmth of her foot sweat still emanating from the soaking wet fabric of Jessica’s gym shoe.

Jessica couldn’t help but smile as she pulled the man’s dick from her shoe and saw him squirting a thick stream of precum along the length of her insole. She giggled as she looked into her sneaker and saw the thick white fluid seeping into the fabric.

“Alright…you’ve had your fun now Slave Jessica” the mistress said in a taunting tone.” She tossed a small key onto the ground and motioned for Cody to be released from the device.

Jessica moved down and picked up the small key, lifting up the man’s aching penis to unlatch the lock. She slowly opened the device and slid it off of the man’s penis gently giggling as she saw the deep pressure marks imbedded in the swollen penis. After removing the device, Jessica let out a loud surprised gasp as the man’s penis swelled to its full erection.

Cody’s penis towered almost eleven inches in length, and the mistress let out an excited giggle as he held up Jessica’s size 6 gym shoe for comparison. He slid his entire length into her sneaker and smiled as he showed Jessica how much larger his penis was than her feet.

“Bend her over and force yourself into Slave Jessica’s virgin body” the mistress commanded laughing as she watched Jessica’s face turn to terror. Cody moved towards Jessica and forced her to bend over, as she protested, insisting her virgin vagina was much too tight. Ignoring Jessica’s plea, Cody pressed his swollen head hard against her vagina, feeling the tightness of her virgin body protesting his entrance. He pressed harder against her, and felt his tip begin to penetrate as Jessica let out a muffled moan. After slowly inching his way into Jessica’s tight body, he pressed harder once more and moaned loudly as the entire length of his penis slipped deep into her vagina and pressed against her cervix. Jessica let out a loud scream as the pain of her vagina stretching became unbearable and she fell forward onto the ground where her body gently spasmed from the penetration.

“You will be taught the proper behavior of a female slave” the mistress said glaring at Jessica from her seat. “Use the sock and teach Slave Jessica some manners before you finish” she commanded.

Cody bent down, smiling at Jessica, and grabbed her ankle sock stretching it over his massive penis. He bent her over once again and pressed the rough head of his cock against her vagina.

“It’s too dry” Jessica said, begging Cody to stop. “You’re the only one you can blame for that” replied the mistress as she gave Cody the signal to continue. Cody gently pressed his penis with Jessica’s sweaty and stiff sock into her vagina as it began to slide in much easier. The rough fabric drug along Jessica’s vagina as she contained her screams with all her might. Cody’s penis flinched inside of her and she whimpered gently feeling him pulling out and driving back into her. Cody continued to press deep into her vagina as he watched her agonizing face relax and turn to one of pleasure.

“Are you enjoying that you slut?” Cody said laughing as Jessica nodded her head. He pulled the full length of his dick from her and stroked gently, feeling the dampness of Jessica’s sweaty sock. Cody repositioned his penis and pressed forcefully against Jessica’s tight ass as she whimpered in protest. His socked penis slid painfully into her anus as Jessica moaned in pain. Tears streamed down Jessica’s face as Cody plummeted his rough, swollen penis into her gaped ass, feeling her body loosen.

Jessica fell to the floor, gaped and exhausted as she ran her fingers over he ravaged asshole and vagina. She looked up only to see Cody forcing his socked penis deep into her mouth. His penis pressed deep into Jessica’s throat and she eventually gagged, gasping for air and nearly puking before Cody removed his penis momentarily.

“Do you like the taste of your sweaty feet and gaped ass?” the mistress laughed as Jessica apprehensively shook her head and took the long penis in her hand. She gently licked his head, wincing at the taste before Jessica felt the man’s strong arms on the back of her head. The long penis was forced all the way down her throat as she gagged trying to hold back tears. Cody held his dick down Jessica’s throat for nearly a minute at a time, flexing his dick and forcing her to gag on his length. Cody moaned in ecstasy as he pulled his dick from Jessica’s throat, leaving her gasping for air. He moved behind her and removed her other gym shoe as he positioned his long penis between her bare and socked feet, forcing her to stroke him. Jessica quickly slid her feet along Cody’s penis, wrapping her toes around his shaft and bringing him to the edge of orgasm.

The mistress moved from her seat and walked to Cody, taking Jessica’s left shoe from the ground and forcing it onto Cody’s orgasming penis. Cody moaned as his penis spasmed hard and exploded, shooting thick ropes of sticky cum into Jessica’s gym shoe. A deep pool of white cum formed in Jessica’s pink gym shoe as cum began sliding onto the sole from the sides of her sneaker. The mistress laughed as she forced Jessica’s damp sock onto her foot and into her clean shoe, while forcing her sweaty sock onto her other foot and into the cum filled sneaker. Jessica whimpered as thick cum squirted between her toes and was slowly seeping through the mesh of her sweaty running shoes as she ran her fingers along her gaped ass and cried gently. The mistress laughed as she walked to the door and closed it with a latch from the outside, leaving Jessica and Cody alone inside the dark room.

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