vibrator

A woman travels to Florida to visit her Aunt. She stays with her high school friends that are now married. After a week of mind blowing sex Mary returns to her husband and a surprise.



I kissed Tim and Savannah goodbye as they dropped me off at the airport. I couldn’t wait to get home to my family, but I was a little sad to get back to my life.



I was at the airport two hours early and breezed through security. I got up to the counter to check in when the woman behind the counter asked if I wanted to catch an earlier flight since it wasn’t full and about to leave. I jumped at the chance of not sitting around for two hours. I ran to the gate and was on the plane and taxing down the runway within fifteen minutes.



We landed and I was about to call my husband but thought otherwise. The kids are still in school and he would have to rush out of work so I just caught a cab. We only live a few miles from the airport. I arrived home and went to the back door. I let myself in and just left my suitcase in the kitchen as I raced back to our bedroom to pee. When I rounded the doorway I had the shock of my life, my husband was on our bed naked. His ass was on our pillows facing the headboard, with his legs in the air pressed against the wall forcing his cock towards his face. He was pumping away at his cock. His back was arched to get his cock as close to his face as possible. I quickly stepped back out of the room and watched from the shadows of the hallway.



I could hear him talking to himself, “Ya that’s right you whore look at my cock. You want to suck my cock don’t you, you slut? You want me to cum all over your face so you can lick my man juice? Tell me slut, tell me you want my cum on your face!”



He started to answer himself, “Oh yes let me suck your big cock. I want to suck your man juice. Cum all over me, I’m your little cum slut.”



He just kept pumping his cock faster. He continued, “Get ready bitch here comes daddies cock juice. Be a good slut and eat it all up! AAGGGGHHHH!!!!”



Gerry was pumping his cock until he started to scream through an orgasm. He never touched himself in front of me and always kept to the missionary position when we had sex. Now here he was talking about sucking a cock. I was pissed and horny at the same time. My hand was rubbing my nipple as I watched. Gerry started to scream out as he opened his mouth wide and tilted his head towards his cock. The first shot landed on his cheek and the second hit a home run into his mouth. The third and fourth shot landed on his neck and chest before he lowered his ass back down onto the bed. “Clean that mess whore!” he yelled to himself just before he shoved his cum covered hand to his mouth and licked his cum off of it. He quickly scooped up the globs on his neck and chest before he slid his finger across his cheek bringing in the final bit of cum into his mouth. He continued to lay there licking his lips.



I stepped into the doorway, “SO! I have a cum loving husband now? Are you GAY Gerry?”



Gerry jumped off the bed and started towards me, “Mary I can explain. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m not GAY for Christ sake. I love you.”



I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed. He fell on his back with his legs flying into the air. I started to undress, “There is only one way to prove it and if you fail you are out of here.”



He started to protest, “Oh no you don’t! You stay just like that, I want to fuck a cum eating slut!” I yelled at him.



I grabbed his cock and sucked it into my mouth. It was soft and sticky from his cum. His cum smelled so good matted in his pubic hair. He was soft so I was able to take his entire cock in my mouth and roll my tongue all over it. I felt a large glob of cum seep out of his head. I swallowed thinking back to Tim’s cum. My pussy was on fire. His cock was beginning to react. It gently unfolded in my mouth as it started to become hard again. I love the feeling of a cock getting hard in my mouth. Soon I was bobbing up and down on his shaft.



I was in charge and loving it. I moved up his body until my pussy was over his cock. I put the head to my pussy and dropped my weight down on him. His full six inches went right up into me. I sat on him grinding my pussy all over his cock. I reached out and rubbed my hands on his nipples. “You want to be treated like a little cum slut?” I pinched his nipples. He whimpered trying to hold back his pleasure but I knew when his cock flared deep in my pussy that he was enjoying this.



Gerry was harder than I ever felt him. I sat up and started to grind my pussy onto his cock. I could feel his balls rolling against my pussy. I felt his cockhead touch me in just the right place catching me off guard as I quickly climaxed. I bent my head forward, pinching and twisting his nipples hard. Gerry shoved his cock into me and lifted me in the air as he arched his back screaming in pain. “Oh shit I’m cumming!”



I felt his cock thicken as spurt after hot spurt filled my pussy. We haven’t climaxed together like this in years. Before he could stop me I pulled off of him and turned around showing him my cum soaked pussy, “You like your cum so much slut, now eat it all up!” Being in charge was turning me on.



“You shaved? That is hot baby…” That was all I heard before I smashed my pussy onto his face. I was so horny knowing that his tongue is lapping up his own cum. I bent down and started to clean my pussy juice off of his cock.



He was literally sucking his cum out of my pussy. The suction was so great I started another climax. This one was so intense that I just pushed my face into his balls as his cock slipped down my throat. His balls smelled so good with our combined juices. I was becoming too sensitive now and had to roll away. His cock wasn’t planning on a return engagement anytime soon. I turned back around and cleaned his face with my tongue before plunging it into his mouth. “So is this what you do when I’m away?” I said pulling up from our kiss.



Reality set back in and I could feel his apprehension. He wanted to get up but I held him there, “Talk to me. There is nothing to hide now so you might as well spill it. Just so you know, that was the hottest sex we have ever had together. It’s obvious you’re not gay so bi maybe?”



I could see the struggle going on in his head. He wanted to speak. I could see him formulating the sentences, he was choosing his words. “I…I…I don’t know. I mean I’ve never, you know, with a guy. I know I like the taste of my cum. I don’t know. I’m so confused. But I do know that I love you and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”



I grabbed his face and kissed him, “We will work on this together and get you ‘un-confused’ then. I love you too baby. We will take it one step at a time. BUT! You have to promise that you won’t hold anything back and be honest with me. I am willing to try anything with you if it makes us a better couple.”



We kissed with such passion, the kind of passion that started our relationship so many years ago. It felt good. We got up and showered together, another thing we hadn’t done in a long time. I soaped his body up enjoying the feel of his muscles. I used my perfumed soap on purpose just to give him that feminine smell. I turned him so that he faced the wall as I began to soap his back. He moaned softly as I massaged the soap around his shoulders and down his spine. I put some soap in my hand and began to soap his ass cheeks. My hand slipped between his cheeks and I found his tight little rosebud. Using the soap as lube, I pressed my finger into his entrance. He moaned louder and pressed his body back against my hand causing more of my finger to slip deeper into him. I shoved the rest of my middle finger into his ass and reached around him with my other hand to find a hardening cock, “Oh I think we found another little secret you’ve been hiding. I think you like getting your tight little boy pussy fucked don’t you slut?”



I started a slow fucking motion with my finger until I pulled it all the way out and shoved two fingers back in. His head tipped forward in defeat as he moaned and wiggled his ass back against my hand. “This is what you need baby, a nice good fucking. You like to get fucked. I like getting fucked too, It feels good doesn’t it baby? Getting fucked is ok, let yourself enjoy it. Come on baby show me you want to get fucked. Fuck my hand like you want it. Show me you’re a slut that needs a good fucking.”



Gerry went wild. He bent over and used the wall to push back against my hand. I held still and let him do all the work. He needed to show me how he liked it. He started to pull off my hand and before my fingertips left his ass he pushed back forcing them back into his hot hole. “Ya! That’s it baby fuck yourself. Show me baby. Show me you like it! Show me you want it!”



Gerry started to fuck my hand faster. I folded my hand so that on his next push back against me he would be getting three fingers. As his ass stretched more to accommodate the bigger girth he continued to wiggle his ass to take it. He wanted it bad. He was so determined to take it. He was grunting and moaning at the same time. I used my foot to brace myself against the far wall as I held my hand firmly against his ass. “That’s it slut take it like the pussy boy you want to be. Come on push that pussy of yours back. You want your pussy stretched opened don’t you slut?”



That was too much for him and he pushed back hard. I helped him out a bit by twisting my hand and pushing into him. His hole was stretched out and I think if I had a bit more time I could actually get my entire hand in his ass. The thought almost pushed me over the edge. His ass tightened around my fingers and I saw his cum dribble down the side of the shower. He came without even touching his cock. That was so fucking hot that I shoved my other hand in my pussy and started to cum myself. At the same time I pushed and pulled my hand in and out of his ass as I got myself through another orgasm. I pulled my body against his back and bit into his shoulder as my orgasm subsided, “That was fucking hot!” I panted.



We cleaned up and went back to our bedroom to get dressed. We had to go pick-up the kids from school. We drove in silence to the kid’s school. Just as he parked the car I turned to him, “This isn’t over, we have a lot of talking to do. From now on sex will be as hot as it was today, agreed?”



Gerry lifted his head to look at me, “Yes it will be. I’m sorry.”



I held my finger to his lips, “Don’t be sorry. Be honest.” Look who’s calling the kettle black? But I wasn’t ready to be honest with him, YET. We picked up the kids and worked our way home by stopping off for some fast food.



The evening couldn’t end soon enough. The kids were put to bed and Gerry and I walked hand in hand to our room. Once in our room Gerry pulled me into him and kissed me deep and hard. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my pants covered pussy



I have never seen him strip so fast. His cock was hard as a rock and dripping. I stripped myself and went to our bed with Gerry following behind. We lay down next to each other and started to make out. He took a quick intake of breath through his gritted teeth as my hands caressed his chest and grazed his hard nipples. I took my finger and wiped his precum from the tip of his cock. I then took my finger and spread his precum across his lips before I pressed my mouth to his. His lips were wet with cum and it tasted good.



I got on my hands and knees and moved to the edge of the bed, “Get off the bed and fuck me slut!” I commanded.



Gerry wasted no time getting off the bed, standing behind me readying himself to push his cock into me. I let my head fall to the bed as I started rub the top of my pussy, “Don’t you dare cum slut. If you are getting close you stop and pull your cock out.”



Gerry continued to fuck me good and hard until he pulled out and stopped. He was learning fast. He didn’t cum yet. I rolled onto my back and lifted my legs in the air to expose my pussy, “You’re not done slut, eat me!”



Gerry dropped to his knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his face all over my pussy before he started to lick me. The stubble on his face scratched against my pussy lips sending chills through my body. He began to lick all around my shaved pussy, “You like me clean shaven don’t you slut? Maybe you need to get your ass in the shower and shave that ugly bush surrounding your cock? Oh god you’re going to make me cum. Lick me harder! Eat my pussy! Oh shit yes that’s it, that’s it!” I grabbed a handful of hair and held his head in place as I creamed all over his face.



Gerry was about to climb on top of me and mount me, “Whoe there stud! You need to get in the shower and shave that bush. I meant it.”



He had the deer in the headlights look that soon turned to a sad puppy dog look when I cut him off from finishing. I wasn’t that sadistic. I followed him into the bathroom. “Let me help you with that.” I said as I grabbed the trimmers, a clean razor, and the liquid soap.



I flipped the switch on the trimmer and glided it across the top of his pubic area. It took me a few swipes before his bush was now just a little more than a 5 o’clock shadow. We then headed into the shower. I lathered his hard cock and balls. I looked him in the eye, “Do you trust me baby?” He looked back at me and nodded his head.



I used his cock to pull him out of the direct water stream and I gently began to shave his balls. I felt somewhat creative so I just shaved above his shaft leaving a nice triangle patch pointing back down to his dick. His balls felt so nice and smooth. I pushed him back into the water stream and let the soap and hair wash away. I began to massage his balls until I finally took his cock into my mouth. I grabbed the liquid soap and squeezed some into my hand. As I continued to suck his cock, I slipped my soapy hand between his ass cheeks. The soap made it easy to slip a finger into his ass. He parted his legs to allow me better access.



I pushed my finger deep into his ass until I felt the little nub of his prostate. His cock jerked as I wiggled my finger against his prostate. He released a nice big drop of precum into my mouth as he moaned out loud. I could feel his legs shake against my face as I continued to massage his prostate and suck his cock. It didn’t take much longer before he grabbed my head and begged me to stop before he came. I didn’t listen, I was in charge and I wanted his cum in my mouth. I pressed on and was soon rewarded with a nice hot stream of cum squirting into my mouth. I let a little dribble out my mouth and down my breast. I used my other hand to rub his cum over my nipple which sent me into a nice orgasm of my own.



I jumped up and pulled him into a deep kiss. I held him tight as I pushed his cum into his mouth. The hot gooey liquid swished between our tongues as we played with it. We both swallowed what we fought over and our kiss became so passionate I actually came again. Wow! That hasn’t happened since our honeymoon. We went back to bed naked, curled up into each other’s arms and fell into a satisfied slumber.



The next morning Gerry went off to work and I fell back into the house-wife role, dropping the kids off before I went to work. The days turned into weeks as our couple of nights of passion began to fade away into our past. I called Savannah and cried to her. She is the only one I could trust to tell this to. It felt so good to say it out loud and share my frustrations. “Honey this is not that big of a deal. He wants it in the ass so go down to your local sex shop to buy a nice strapon harness with a dildo attachment. You also need to get a small vibrator. Use the small vibrator to break ground, test the waters if you will.”



I hung up with Savannah and I felt a new sense of empowerment. I only work three days a week and I was off today. I looked at the clock, plenty of time before I have to pick up the kids. I got dressed and headed out for the adult sex shop on the other side of town. I figured I wouldn’t run into anybody I knew there. Of course everyone on my side of town is going to go to the sex shop across town from where they live but I didn’t want to think about that. I started to get cold feet as I parked between two trucks hidden from the main street. I was becoming paranoid. I took a few deep breaths and opened the door. The cold air rushed in and I knew I had to run into the shop to get out of the cold or shut my car door and drive off. One quick breath and I was striding across the parking lot. As I took each step I realized another stupid mistake I made by parking in the far back, I was out in plain sight longer. What an idiot. I started to laugh at myself at how ridiculous I must look speed walking across the parking lot.



I opened the door and walked in. I quickly scanned the area for anyone I may recognize, or worse, someone that would recognize me. The place was actually empty and I felt a big sigh of relief. The clerk behind the counter was a female looking to be in her late 30′s with jet black hair, tattoos filling up both arms, black lipstick, a bar pierced above her left brow, piercings on her nose, cheek, and lip. I winced to myself and began to browse. The clerk called out to me, “Let me know if you need any assistance or information.”



I gave the clerk a shy wave and began to walk through the various magazines. There were pictures on the covers that I didn’t even know you could do those things. I felt like such a prude, but I lifted my head up and strutted to the back of the store where the toys were. I stared up at the wall covered in so many different types of dildos I was overwhelmed. It thought I would just run in grab something and run out. Now I was looking at a major decision. That’s when I felt the store clerk behind me. “Need some help honey?” I just about jumped out of my skin.



I turned to her and looked down rather than into her eyes, “I’m looking for…I mean I don’t know what exactly I’m looking for or if I should be in here.”



The clerk gave a little laugh, “Relax this is just a business and you’re just a customer. I’m Clove, stoner parents what can I say? Take your time. There is nobody in here this time of the day so tell me what you’re thinking about?”



Clove actually made me relax. I leaned into her and whispered, “I’m not really sure exactly. My friend said I should look into a vibrator and strapon.”



Clove laughed out loud, “Would you relax, it’s not the first time someone came in here looking for vibrators and strapons. If it were I would be out of business. Now let’s get some info from you. Is this for you and/or a girlfriend or boyfriend?”



I was somehow put at ease with her direct and professional demeanor, “Well I just found out that my husband likes it…well you know…up there. We just started playing like this but my girlfriend said I should explore more and give him what he wants, and that a vibrator or a strapon would do it.”



“Hot! I love a guy that can take it up the ass. So you want to fuck his pussy, come with me.” She was so businesslike.



I followed Clove down the aisle. Clove picked up a small silver vibrator, “This is small and smooth. You’ve probably only played with your finger so far, so you don’t want to rip him apart. This bullet vibrator is only 4 inches, smooth, and doesn’t look like a cock, which might freak him out. Use the vibrator around his tight little rosebud and he will open up his petals for you.” She gave me a wink and nudged her shoulder against mine.



I could feel my panties getting wet, part from the toys and I think the other part was that Clove was becoming sexually appealing to me. I also noticed that her tongue was pierced as well when I saw the glint of metal in her mouth as she spoke. She continued, “Now, when you are ready to graduate to the strapon you need something that will be secure and comfortable. You don’t want to be spending time adjusting the harness or having the dildo falling out.”

Clove picked up a heavy thick leather garment, “Now this is strong, comfortable, and holds a nice size dildo in place.” She then reached passed me and grabbed a dildo off the shelf. I was amazed at how realistic it was, “This is a nice size cock for beginners. It looks like a cock doesn’t it? It has a nice small head and is only an inch and a quarter thick. This will fill him up but won’t over stretch him where it will hurt and he won’t want it again. After you use this on him he will be begging for more. And the back her rubs against your pussy and will make you enjoy the fucking too.”



Clove moved down the aisle some more and grabbed a bottle of lube, “Make sure you use plenty. Finger his hole and push a nice dollop into his ass. These are all things to make his first fucking experience as pleasurable as possible. Do you want to try the harness on? I have a dressing room behind the counter you can use.”



It didn’t seem like a question as she pushed my shoulders and guided me towards the dressing room, “Now try slipping it on, if you need some help just call me. I am right outside the door. The straps can be a bit tricky especially attaching the dildo.”



I stepped into the little room behind the counter and off to the right was another room, more like a booth with a long curtain for a door. There was a bench that I put my things on as I slipped off my shoes. I pulled down my pants and grabbed the harness. I looked it over and turned it every which way trying to figure out the crisscross strappings when Clove reminded me she was just outside, “You doing ok in there? Need a hand?”



I was standing in my underwear and shirt. I didn’t know this woman but I was perplexed with the device, “Um. I’m not quite sure how, exactly, this goes.”



The drape flew open, “I thought you might have an issue. I put a sign on the door for people to come back in a half hour. Now let’s see what we have here.”



Clove was being very professional. She put me at ease right away as she fiddled with the straps and showed me how they went. She bent over and held the harness straps open for me, “Well you can’t have panties on when you use this.”



I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t know her well enough to show her my shaven pussy. Clove didn’t allow me to hesitate for very long as she grabbed my panties and yanked them down, “We only have 30 minutes sweetheart let’s get these panties off. Nice and clean that makes it so much more pleasant for you, nothing to get caught up in the leather straps. Now slip those pretty feet into the harness.”



I pointed my toes and slipped one foot and then the other into the harness as Clove shimmied it up my legs. The palms of her hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass and gave them an obvious squeeze. She reached over to the bench and grabbed the dildo attachment. “I picked this one because the back side will slip inside of your pussy just enough to give you a nice ride while you’re fucking your man.”



Clove pulled the wrapper off the dildo and showed me the protruding nub on the backside of the dildo. She pulled the harness strap away from my body and slipped the dildo through the metal ring. Then she pulled on the strap making it snug against my pussy. She then began to wiggle the dildo against my pussy. It looked like she was giving me a hand job. My pussy was getting wet. “Before you synch the straps make sure your pussy is wet and the dildo is between your pussy lips and not smashing against them. When you start fucking you want to enjoy it too.”



Clove put her fingers right on my pussy and lightly pinched my lips against the dildo. Her finger ran along my pussy sending chills through my body. “You’re nice and wet. Now we pull on the side strips and close the latch on the back side. Here feel this.” Clove pulled my hand to my waist and made me feel how the buckles worked.



I was in a fog and feeling so horny. Clove stood behind me. I felt her hot breath behind my ear, “Look down at your cock, isn’t that the hottest thing?”



I looked down and Clove’s hand was gently stroking my cock. It was so hot. I could feel myself dripping down my leg, “That is so hot.” I breathed out.



Clove continued to slowly stroke my cock and feed me instructions softly into my ear, “Fucking is not something we are used to doing. You need to take it slow when you’re breaking him in. You have to use a lot of lube and work the head of your cock in slowly. Once you see it slip in you need to stop moving and let him get accustomed to his new found desire. He will start fucking back to signal he is ready for more. Just feed him your cock slowly until you’ve worked the entire shaft into him. It will be the hottest thing you ever do. When he starts begging you to fuck him, give him nice long even strokes. Do you want to give it a try?”



I was so horny listening to Clove describe what to do and me picturing my cock slipping into Gerry’s ass that I didn’t realize that my hips were rotating and my naked ass was rubbing against Clove’s pussy. I felt my head nodding but my mind didn’t comprehend what she was asking. Clove’s hot breath was in my ear, no, she was in my head, “I like a girl that knows what she wants, and you want to fuck me don’t you? You want to take your cock and fuck my pussy with it, don’t you?” Clove continued to stroke my cock and grind it back against my wet pussy.



Clove circled in front of me and pulled me down onto the carpeted floor. She pulled her skirt up exposed her naked pussy. She didn’t shave and I found it exotic. I could smell her as she guided the tip of my cock to her pussy, “Now slowly push, do what you know feels good to you.”



I pushed forward and ground my hips into Clove. I pushed in and pulled my cock back out as soon as I felt a little resistance. I knew from experience that that meant I needed to get my cock wet with more pussy juice. I didn’t want to push hard and force a dry cock into her, it hurts and I knew that. I pulled back out and pushed back in knowing each time that my cock would be getting coated with more pussy juice that would allow it to slide in easier with each stroke. I was now the guy with a woman’s knowledge and I loved it.



Before I knew it Clove pulled my face to hers and shoved her tongue in my mouth. I was taken off guard. Her hot lips spread over mine. I felt her pierced tongue click against my teeth. Now I understood the idea of the snake bite piercings on the lip as they bit into my lip sending an erotic chill through my body. I used the tip of my tongue to explore the metal ball on her tongue. My hips naturally took over as I felt my pelvis press against Clove’s pushing the back side of the dildo against my pussy. I let out a moan. Clove pulled her face away from mine, “Now fuck me with long strokes. Make me cum.”



Clove pulled me back into a lip lock and pushed her pelvis up into me hard. Her hand snaked under my top and bra and found my nipple. She took my nipple and squeezed it hard. Her other arm held my body tight to hers. I pulled my cock out and shoved it hard back in. I pushed my cock in hard and didn’t stop until I felt the pressure pushing back against my pussy. The sex became heated and wild as she bit down on my tongue and squeezed my nipple hard. The pain was driving me crazy. I fucked her harder and harder trying to return the pain and pleasure that she was giving me. I was the rider on a bucking bronco.



Clove started to scream out, “Yes that’s it fuck me hard. Pound that cock hard into my pussy. Yes! Oh Yes!” I felt her body go ridged as her orgasm swept through her body. She pushed her pussy hard into me and moved her hips. Now she was fucking me. She used her pussy to hold onto the cock as she ground it into my pussy. She pinched my nipple and pulled it really hard as she continued to grind the dildo back into me. I felt my back arch and I threw my head back as my orgasm hit, “AAAAHHHH!!!!”



My orgasm lasted a long time before my body and arms gave in and I fell limp on top of Clove. Clove kissed my forehead, “That was so fucking good. I needed that. But I have to open the store back up.”



Clove rolled us onto our sides and I let my cock slip out of her. It was glistening with her juice. I rolled onto my back and looked at my cock still hard and sticking up in the air. “If only guys could stay hard like this afterwards.” We both laughed as I got up and started to take the harness off. I found it easier to take off than put on. I will practice at home and get it right. I got dressed and before I put the dildo back in the bag I brought it to my face. The smell of Clove was causing images to flash in my head and my pussy began to pulse again.



I went back out to the store and Clove had a bag ready for me. I gave her my charge card. She rang up the order and gave me my receipt, “I put my cell number on it, call me. I also put a couple of things in there, on the house of course. Good luck with your man. If you ever want to have a three-some, or more-some, give me a call.” Clove gave me a wink.



I thanked her and left the store. I could not believe what just happened. I rubbed my pussy and relived the scene all the way home. I was so horny when I got home I ran to my bedroom. I stripped my clothes off as fast as I could. I pulled the dildo out and started to fuck myself. I knew that Clove’s pussy juices were still on the dildo and that made my orgasm hit me that much harder as our juices mixed with each other and my body shook.



I went to the bathroom and took a long hot shower. I brought the dildo in with me so that I could wash it off. Before I washed it I brought it to my mouth. I closed my eyes and started to lick my juices off of it. I took the cock deeper down my throat and my tongue explored the lifelike phallus. I could taste Clove’s pussy juice mixed with mine. Images of the two of us having wild sex were still vivid in my mind. I had to stop myself before I had another orgasm. I finished washing up and got out of the shower. I put a robe on and went to my bed where I emptied the contents of the bag. I put the harness and lube aside. Clove had added two pairs of fur lined hand cuffs, a blindfold, a ball gag, and a set of nipple clamps. This girl was trying to turn me into a dominatrix. I felt the smile cross my face.



I slipped the harness on and off several times before I felt comfortable with it. I had the buckles down pat. I looked at the handcuffs, sexy. I locked one end on one of the bedpost rails and then unlocked it. They worked and, surprisingly, they were real. The ball gag looked simple. Shove the ball in his mouth and two straps buckle behind the head. I opened my robe and attached the clamps to each nipple. They were connected with a pretty heavy chain that pulled my nipples down. I turned the screw on each clamp and the rubber tips tightened onto my nipple. I turned it a few more times and my nipple started to throb. I pulled the chain and stretched my nipples out causing a twinge of pain to go through my body. It was exciting. A plan began to form in my head.



I cooked a nice meal for the family and waited for Gerry to come home. We ate dinner and the kids did their homework before watching a little television. The night finally came to an end. Kids were finally in bed and Gerry and I were heading to our room. We got ready for bed and hit the sheets. Gerry barely turned the lights out when I was on top of him. I needed a good fucking and I didn’t care how tired he was. I rolled on top of him and hiked up my nightie. I started to grind my pussy against his growing cock. I grabbed his wrists and slammed them back against the bed. “Do as I say!” was all I needed to say. His eyes went from surprise to lust.



I reached between us and pulled his cock through the fly on his boxers. He was harder than I thought he would be. Note to self, he likes this. I grabbed ahold of his shaft and lowered my pussy onto it. Just as it touched my pussy I began to move it around my pussy lips, toying with my own pussy, much like I did with the dildo. He kept his arms over his head and let me have my way with him. I began to fuck him slowly lifting up and down on his cock, slowly feeding more and more into me. I kept flashing back to me and Clove which made me wetter. I looked into his eyes before I slammed our mouths together. I forced my tongue into his mouth and slammed my pussy down onto his cock. I ground my pussy hard against his pelvic bone as I bit his tongue. He started to moan loudly. Almost too loud, I was afraid the kids would hear so I covered his mouth with mine to muffle his cries.



I grabbed his wrists again and kept him pinned as he thrust his cock up into me in a brazen attempt to free himself. His body squirmed under me as we wrestled our way to our orgasms. Gerry lifted us both off the bed as his cock swelled and pumped his load into me. The heat of his cum pushed me over and I fought to push him back onto the bed. This caused his cock to push even further into me as my climax left me light headed. Our orgasm subsided as our bodies lowered back onto the bed.



But I wasn’t done with him. Before he caught his breath I pulled my body up, parallel with his, until I was able to pull my knees forward and place them onto his extended arms, pinning him again. My cum filled pussy was now hovering over his face. I was facing the headboard which I used to balance myself over his face, “See the mess you made? I don’t remember giving you permission to shoot your cum in my pussy. Bad boys have to clean their mess.”



With that I lowered my pussy just over his lips. I then used my pussy to smear his cum all over his face before planting myself over his mouth. His tongue took over like a champ as it started to lick away his creamy mess. “Eat out every drop of that cum!”



Gerry was sucking on my pussy lips. I could hear him swallowing what must be mouthfuls of our cum. I braced myself against the headboard as I gripped the slatted rungs. My orgasm was building and I could not hold it back. I bit down on my lip to stifle my own scream as I felt his tongue flick at my clit one more time sending me into a nearly black out climax. My pussy was becoming too sensitive so I relinquished myself and climbed off his face.



We kissed again, hard, our combined juices spreading across our faces. I could taste his cum in his mouth. I could smell the strong scent of our sex. I reached down to rub his cock and found a nice puddle of cum on his stomach. Either he dripped a lot or he came again. Either way, I brought my cum covered hand to his mouth and we both licked it clean. We lay exhausted as we fell into a deep sleep.



The next morning was routine. Once I had the house to myself I called my sister and asked if she could take the kids for the weekend. I told her that Gerry and I needed some alone time. She agreed with the stipulation that I would take her kids at a later date to return the favor. The plan was beginning to take shape.



Friday couldn’t come fast enough. I picked the kids up from school and took them right over to their Aunt’s house. They were excited to spend the weekend with their cousins anyway. I drove home and prepared things. I attached the cuffs to the slats of the headboard. I tucked the unhooked side under the pillows, hidden out of site, along with my other toys. I went into the bathroom and gave myself a nice clean shave. I slipped on my harness and attached my cock. I looked in the mirror and gave my cock a couple of nice strokes, “Ready to fuck some boy pussy tonight?” I said out loud in front of the mirror as I watched my hand stroking my cock.



I slipped on a pair of pants over my cock and adjusted myself, “How do guys deal with this all day long?” I laughed as I lined my cock up with my zipper. I put on a loose fitting long T-shirt to help conceal the bulge in my pants.



Gerry came home to a quiet house. He walked in and knew right away something was up. “Hey! Where is everyone?” he yelled through the house.



I walked in from the kitchen, “My sister has the kids for the weekend so I ordered a pizza. Thought maybe you and I could relax and watch a movie. Why don’t you go grab a nice hot shower to relax and I will bring you a glass of wine?” I kissed him and patted his bottom as I directed him towards our room.



I gave him a couple of minutes, after I heard the shower going, before I brought him his glass of wine, “Here’s your wine sweetheart. I’ll set it on the counter for when you get out. I put your clothes out on the bed. Hurry along the pizza will be here any second.”



Gerry rinsed the soap from his hair, “Sounds great. I’ll be out in a sec!”



I put out a pair of his silk boxers and a robe, and that was all. The pizza was delivered and Gerry wasn’t out yet. I went to check on him. I opened the door to our room and found him slipping on his boxers, “Hurry up the pizza is getting cold.”



“Almost done, where are the rest of my clothes?” He said as he slipped his robe on.



“It’s just us so why get more clothes dirty? I’m not wearing much either.” With that I pulled my top up and flashed him my boobs. I knew his eyes would go straight to my tits and he wouldn’t even notice a bulge in my crotch. It worked.



We ate our dinner and drank a bottle of wine as we watched a movie on TV. Gerry offered to open another bottle of wine, but I stopped him and told him we could go to bed and play. He followed me to our room like a little school boy. We got on our bed and I turned to him, “Do you trust me Gerry?”



I knew I would take him off guard, “Of course I do Mar. Why would you ask me that?”



I pushed him down on the bed and onto his back. I pulled his arms out of the sleeves of his robe as I kissed his hairy chest. I flicked my tongue on his nipple and felt it harden as I worked on it a bit more. Gerry began to squirm and moan. I moved up his body and kissed him on the lips, “I love you Gerry. I want us to be honest with each other. I want you to trust that anything I do is just to make our marriage stronger. I want to have orgasms like when I came home from my trip. I want the passion back like when we first got married.”



I avoided grinding my hard cock against him. “Do you want me to continue with having hot sex or go back to the way things were? And know this; your answer will be irreversible so choose wisely.”



Gerry looked at me but it didn’t take him long to answer, “Mar, I love you. I know life got in the way and our sex life took a back seat, but I do like where we are going with it. I want to please you. I trust you.”



“I love you to Gerry so grab onto the rails for the time of your life.” I placed his hands on the rails and jumped on his arms to hold him in place. Before he could realize what I was doing I already slipped one cuff on. I shifted all of my weight onto his other arm so he couldn’t fight back. I had him secure with both cuffs now.



He jerked his arms against the rails on the bed to test he was locked up. I was so glad we opted for rod iron versus a wood frame, “What the fuck Mar?”



I kissed him hard until I felt the anger dissipate and his body relaxed, “Trust me Gerry, you’ll like this. We’ll both like this.”



I slipped the blindfold over his eyes, “This will heighten the pleasure. Trust me.”



I moved off of him and pulled down his boxers. He eagerly lifted his ass to make it easier to pull them off. I licked and sucked each nipple before I bit them hard and pulled on them with my teeth. He screamed out and his cock got harder. “Oh ya scream like a pussy, I like that. Nobody is home so scream all you want. But your cock tells me I’m on the right track.” With that I slapped his balls. He yelled out again.



“Tisk! tisk! We may be all alone but we don’t have a need to wake the dead.” I slipped the ball gag over his face and yanked on the straps. The ball forced his mouth open and I pulled it tightly behind his head before I secured it to another rail.

It has been 2 weeks, more than 2 weeks actually: 2 weeks, 3 days, 4 hours and some odd minutes. I kept telling myself that things would get easier. That this decision I made was for the best, and things would get easier. I needed to do this. I couldn’t walk around for the rest of my life being someone’s sex slave… regardless of how much I enjoyed it. It was time to move forward with my life. Not to mention that things between us had fizzled, I didn’t have the time and neither did you.



When I had told you, you had tried to talk me out of it… but I had none of it. I was adamant that things were over, and our relationship would be purely platonic moving forward. However that was easier said than done. I could say whatever I wanted, but it didn’t keep my mind from wandering. I had to fight myself every day to keep from calling you and begging you to guide me to orgasm after glorious orgasm. Throughout every day I would find my mind wandering back to our afternoons together, and reliving the experiences, until I found myself lying in bed, fingers in a soaked pussy cumming. My dreams always cycled back to you, and when I awoke, I was teetering on the edge of calling you again. I tried to get rid of you, by having sex with someone else… it didn’t work, I still wanted it to be you. I envisioned it was you behind me pounding relentlessly into me; harder, faster, deeper, until I could no longer take it and I exploded into orgasm. I wanted it to be you punishing my ass, my pussy, my breasts until I begged for mercy. Two weeks, three days, 4 hours, and some odd minutes.



Things would get easier I tell myself again… I just need to get you out of my head, and move forward. With that I toss the blankets back, and get out of bed, where I had spent the night in restless sleep dreaming of you. It was time to start the day. I get dressed for the day, my white lace bra, panties, a simple button up blouse, and a pair of jeans. I couldn’t help but know that you would not have approved of the outfit, but that didn’t really matter now did it.



As I moved downstairs, I start a pot of coffee, and move to the bathroom to clean up, and brush my hair. Feeling human, I sip my coffee. Eight am… after this I can head outside and get a few things done in the yard I tell myself. Enjoying the morning sunshine coming through the window, I am startled back to reality when I hear my cell phone buzz at an incoming text. I look to see that it is you, and before I read the message I feel a shot of electricity buzz through my spine.



“I will be at your house in 15m, dress to impress.” A simple message, yet the effect it has on me is immediate. I feel myself gasp, and my body begin to heat up.



Oh no he doesn’t, I tell myself. He isn’t just going to waltz in here and derail me. No matter what my body is telling me, I will not cave into this man. Pffft… dress to impress… he doesn’t own me… not anymore. In fact I am not even going to let him in the house. All this going through my head, but I can already feel the wetness building. My body is on fire with desire.



“Get yourself under control Sarah.” I say out loud.



I have no idea what I did for the next 15 minutes, time just rushed away, while I tried to give myself a pep talk of what I would and wouldn’t say and do with you. But I hear the doorbell ring, and I know it is you. I take a deep breathe, and walk to the door, forcing myself to put on a pleasant smile.



“Good morning…. Ike,” I say, remembering that I will no longer be referring to you as sir, or master… which is a change that takes us both by surprise.



You are wearing sun glasses, and I can see your brows arch in surprise over the top of them. I smile, knowing that I have just driven the point home.



“Good morning slave,” you reply.



Refusing to back down I reply, “I’m sorry you have come at a bad time, I am just getting ready to leave, maybe we can do this another time.”



You look me up and down and say, “Without your shoes on?”



CRAP, I think to myself.



Before I can say anything else, you raise the glasses up to the top of your head, you stare coolly at me. “We need to talk, it can either be out here where your neighbors can witness things, or you can invite me in… which is it going to be?”



“I… well… ummmm….” I feel my head spinning a bit as I try to decide what to do, and how to respond.



“Well….?” I hear you say impatiently.



“Yes, of course come in si.. Ike,” I catch myself before I get the title out.



I open the door, to allow you in, knowing it is a mistake, knowing that this is the beginning of the end. NO NO NO, I tell myself, hold strong.



“Can I offer you a cup of coffee?” I say moving into the kitchen.



“Sure,” you say following me in.



I pour you a cup, as you pull a chair out by the table and sit down. I sit it down before you, and back up leaning against the kitchen counter, placing some distance between us.



“Aren’t you going to sit down?” you ask, knowing what I am doing.



“No I think I will stand,” I reply, “what was it you needed to talk to me about.”



You wait a few moments, as the silence sits in. “Please sit down with me,” you say taking a drink of your coffee.



I must look shocked, I don’t think I have ever heard you ask me for anything with the word please associated with it in my life. I feel myself moving across the room, and I pull a chair out from the table, still positioning myself several feet away. I cross my legs as I sit down, with a mental note that they are to stay crossed.



I see the sly smile perk at your lips.



“What did you need to talk to me about?” I ask.



You pause, watching me intently for a moment. Then place your cup down on the table, and look attentively at me again. I fight the urge to start fidgeting, force my legs to stay crossed, and force myself to meet your eyes, rather than looking away like I used to do. You can sense my imposed authority, as I make my stand.



“You are not dressed as I commanded.” You say matter-of-factly.



“And you no longer have any right to command me,” I retort proud of myself for the quick reply.



You stand up and walk to the window, peering out momentarily. I listen to your footsteps, but stay seated with my eyes ahead. I hear you walk back, and stand directly behind me. I am a box of nerves, and every nerve in my body is screaming to be fucked, but I make every attempt to maintain a cool exterior, and show no signs that my body and mind are not in agreement as to what they want.



“Spread your legs,” you command.



I feel myself start to waiver, my body wanting to respond to your commands, my muscles strain wanting to obey. “No, we are not doing this,” I say with a small quiver in my voice.



I feel your hands brush my hair from behind my neck over one shoulder, and your hot breathe on my neck. My body surges with heat in response, and I tense and gasp in air. “You think that you can just walk away so easily. I know you, and your body, and you can say what you like, but you still want this. One touch and your body was ready for me. You fight to remain poised, but I know that deep inside you are quivering with desire. At your essence you are submissive, this is what you want and desire, to fight it is to fight who you are; so submit to me now.”



“I …. Am….. I can’t… no” a series of jumbled words pops out making no sense at all.



“Are you telling me that if I were to bite down on your neck, and you felt my tongue dance over your skin that it would have no effect on you?” you whisper into my ear before clamping down. I can not help as a moan escapes my lips, and my head tilts to the side granting you more access and urging you forward. I feel my breasts throb and my nipples tighten in response, my pussy getting very wet.



You release my neck, moving back up to my ear and whisper, “Submit to me now, spread your legs.”



I feel my legs uncross, and know that my convictions are failing; I am falling to my lust. I want this so badly, it is burning like an all-consuming fire within me. A pang of guilt cuts through the lust and gives me a moment of clarity before all is lost. Instinctively I stand up moving away from you. I must get away from the hot breathe on my neck, the whispers in my ear. I must regain my self control, or I will hand all control to you.



I walk to the window, with my back to you, and take a deep breathe, trying to get my feet planted on solid ground again. But no sooner than I am standing there and you are right behind me. I feel a sharp smack on my ass, and it lights a fire back through me again. The sting piercing through me, making every nerve in my ass and pussy twinge. I gasp out loud, and turn to face you, breathing deeply.



I want this so badly, but the internal battle still rages forward, as I fight to not yield to you. I attempt to move past you once more, I need more space. But you anticipate my move, step in front of me with a smile on your face. You grab my wrists in both hands, and step forward, forcing me to step back, and push my back against the wall, pinning my body between you and the wall. I gasp out and try to push you off, with no success. As you press one leg between mine, and pin both wrists in one hand, and raise them over my head. I look at you with as much defiance as I can muster, but my body is taking over, and I can not deny how much I want this.



“Submit to me now,” you repeat.



I look away from you, refusing to speak, because if I do, I know that you will own me once again. I feel your free hand graze over my breast, as my nipple tingles in response.



“You think these clothes will stop me… I can see your nipples hardened through your shirt. I can see your breathing has changed, your eyes have dilated, and I am betting that if I were to unbutton your pants, I would find a very wet pussy, wouldn’t I Sarah?” you question knowingly.



“Yes,” I moan out, as I feel you pinch my nipple through my clothes.



“Submit to me now,” you repeat once again.



I am quiet for a moment, as you await my reply, and I use all my strength to whisper, “no, I can not.”



You sigh out loud, “you insist on doing everything the hard way. You will submit to me. It is going to happen today, so save yourself the fight, you are going to need your strength and energy for today, because I am going to fuck you until you can not stand up to walk. Submit now, so that you can feel orgasm after orgasm ripple through your body, like you know only I can deliver to you.



I feel myself sag, wanting so much to fall into your arms, and let you ravage me over and over again. I look down and see the bulge in your pants, and I think how much I would love to sink to my knees, take out your rock hard cock, and suck it deep into my mouth. Savoring the taste of your precum as I lick and suck from base to tip. I do want this badly, the need is almost overwhelming me. But from somewhere deep within I hear myself say again, “please stop, I can’t do this.”



I feel your hand graze down to my belly, and lower, to my inner thigh of my spread legs. I moan in pleasure as I feel you grab my pussy through my jeans, rubbing back and forth . My body taking over, I begin grinding down on your hand.



“I am going to punish you for having all these clothes on, you know I like easy access. Your ass will suffer for these jeans. Now beg me to take these pants off of you so I can continue playing with my pussy.” The grinding on my pussy I just want more, more, more, I want your fingers sliding deep within me, bringing me to the orgasm that is lingering in the background.



“Yes, please,” I moan out loud, desperate for more, “take them off.”



I see your devilish smile spread across your face, as you unbutton the jeans. You release my wrists, saying firmly, ” Do not move your arms, and narrow your stance.” I obey without hesitation, and watch you take a zip tie from your pocket and secure it around my wrists. You look around and see the hook over the pantry door that I use to hang extra bags on. You smile smugly, and direct me to the door. Once there you lift me around the waist, and tell me to dip my hands over the hook. Once secure, I am standing flat footed on the ground, but am incapable of leaving unless I want to take the door with me. The idea of being trapped to your mercies sends a wave of excitement pulsing through my body as I feel you tug my jeans gently off revealing my panties. I hear you tisking lightly, “your pussy is going to be punished for these,” you say as you pull them back and let them snap back on my skin. I gasp out, as the elastic cracks against my skin. “Spread,” you command firmly, and wait as I widen my stance once again. You run your finger between the slit of my pussy through the cloth and chide… “these panties are dripping wet, yet you attempt to hold back still,” your fingers relentlessly stroking my pussy through the thin layer of wet panties, “submit to me now.”



“I need to cum,” I moan out. “Please make me cum.”



“Submit,” you repeat, pulling your touch back just enough to drive me crazy without being enough to push me over the threshold to the orgasm I desire so much. “I know you need to cum, and all you have to do is submit.”



I try to grind down onto your hand, but instead you pull your hand back altogether standing up and looking me in the eyes. I have a sex-crazed look on my face, as my desperation is mounting for release.



“Submit to me now,” you repeat firmly.



“I want to cum,” I persist, whining with my desires going unfulfilled.



“Then submit,” you reply.



Angry that you are using my body against me, I gain a moment of fortitude, and look you square in the eyes, “NO.”



Without warning, you drop your hand back to my pussy, pushing under the cloth and rubbing my juices onto your hand, making my knees weaken, and my mouth drop open in a silent moan. Once you see my mouth open, you quickly move your hand up to my open mouth, plugging two fingers in. “Taste your desires, you know you want this, I know you want this, so submit.”



I suck greedily at your fingers, and watch the bulge in your pants twinge. I can see that you are enjoying yourself, after all you are a dom. You see my eyes watching your bulge, and remove your fingers from my mouth.



“Submit, and you can have my cock.”



“Ike, I can’t, I have already told you why, ” I plead with you.



You ignore my pleading, “this shirt must go, you say, abruptly pulling it and snapping the buttons off, leaving it opened with my breasts and white lace bra showing. “I see that now I am going to have to punish these tits too you chastise looking at me.



I look to the side, averting my eyes from your penetrating stare. I am losing the ability to fight you off, my desires overwhelming. I feel your hands over my breasts massaging and pinching my nipples. I arch my back into your hands, and feel your hot breath blow through the fabric of the bra over my right nipple. “Please, make me cum” I beg, being taken back into the sexual reverie.



“Submit to me now, and I will feast on your pussy until you are oozing cum from multiple orgasms.” Your hand goes down and begins working on my cunt again, driving the idea home, as I writhe against you.



“I….want…. oh God, please” I moan into you.



“Submit,” you persist.



“Ike, please…”



“Submit,” you pinch down and roll my nipple between your fingers.



“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moan loudly.



“SUBMIT TO ME NOW,” I hear your voice boom.



“Yes…… sir, ……I submit to you,” I finally yield, caving into my desires, “you own me, …..I submit.”



In one fluid motion you squat down between my legs, “hold on,” you growl approvingly, “I like to eat at the table.” With that you hoist me up by the legs, as I gasp in surprise, and carry me to the table, placing my ass down on the edge. You move back pulling my panties down, revealing my shaved naked pussy. I see you smile, knowing that was the one thing I maintained after I called everything off a couple of weeks ago. You rip my legs apart, to show my swollen glistening cunt before you, my clit peaking out from between pussy lips. “Cum as often as you like,” you say with a triumphant smile on your lips.



With that your head disappears between my legs, and a moment later I feel your tongue like velvet beginning to probe my eagerly awaiting pussy. Lapping up the juices, I feel my body surge with pleasure, as your tongue grazes across my ever-so-sensitive clit, and I moan out in pleasure. “Oh God yes master, please don’t stop,” I cry out as you flick my clit relentlessly with your tongue until I explode in orgasm. I scream as I cum, the sensations washing over me like waves in the ocean, one after another. Your tongue still lightly moving, over my pussy as I come down from the high. Just as the orgasm subsides you amp back up, causing my legs to twitch and tremble. I feel you slide two fingers deep within me as your tongue continues gliding over my pussy.



“Yes, finger fuck me while you eat me, my pussy needs to be filled,” I hear you chuckle as you continue your path with your tongue, going in circles around my clit, then a few flicks over the top, then another circle, and more flicks. I move my bound hands to your head, grabbing your hair and thrusting my pussy to your waiting mouth. Your fingers deep inside of me, probing back and forth as I lay before you on the table, holding my legs wide apart, displayed like a wanton slut. You bring me to a second then a third orgasm as I scream out in pleasure. Barely able to form a coherent thought, much less a sentence, I feel you remove your fingers from my dripping pussy. I grunt my disapproval and thrust my pussy in search of your hand.



“I think it is time to move this party to the bedroom you say,” patting my pussy repeatedly with your hand and standing up. The little pussy spanks ricochet through my body because I am so sensitive with all the extra blood flow there. I twitch and moan out… “more, please more sir.”



I hear you chuckle, “you will have to beg me to stop upstairs… now lets move,” This time you give my ass a hard smack to end the conversation, and get me moving. I squeal and move off the table. I look you square in the eyes, before aggressively moving toward you.



A bit surprised, I see your eyebrow cock upward, wondering what I am doing. “You got what you wanted I say, and you promised me something else if I would submit, and I intend to take it right now,” I say with determination and authority in my voice. With that I grab ahold of your belt loop with my bound hands, and give a slight tug, edging you to me. “You told me I could have your cock if I submitted,” I see you smile as I unzip your pants, and tug them down a bit awkwardly with my hands still bound together. “Besides, I feel over dressed, with you wearing all these clothes,” I say as your pants sag down to your knees.



“You were overdressed,” you say as I sink down to my knees, “and that is something I am going to remind you of when we get upstairs, your body will soon remember who is … aahhhhh.”



I hear you moan, as I eagerly take you all into my mouth, plunging deep into my throat. “Well that is one way to get him distracted,” I think smugly to myself, as I begin working your cock in and out of my mouth. I allow my tongue too twirl around the girth of your shaft, enjoying the salty precum that drops into my mouth. I suck hungrily until I sense you wanting release, and then pull back and begin bobbing back and forth, letting my tongue work the vein on the underside of your cock, while my lips and teeth graze along your skin. I am desperate to taste your cum in my mouth, desperate to pull the orgasm from you. I bring my hands up to gently massage your balls while I suck your cock diligently. Your small moans and groans spur me on as I continue licking, sucking, and massaging you for several minutes, until I feel you start thrusting your hips. Setting the rhythm that you want; your hand moves to the back of my head, and I feel your fingers lace through my hair. You push my head forward, and feel me begin to gag and choke as your cock pushes past my gag reflex.

“You wanted it, take it all,” you chime triumphantly.



You pull my head back, and watch as I take a gasp of air, look at you with a big smile and say, “yes sir.” With that I open my mouth and dive back in. Allowing your thrusts into my mouth with as little resistance as I can muster, as you thrust in and out. I feel you tense, and know that the moment I desire is coming quickly now. One last thrust and you begin to shoot your load into my mouth, stream after stream of cum. I swallow every drop, suckling gently until you are completely spent. Then stand up, quite pleased with the power exchange that has occurred. It is one of the few times, that I am in control in our relationship, that I am the one with the power to bring or deny your orgasms, and I do enjoy that.



I walk to the sink, still wearing my bra and my shirt ripped half open, to get us both some water. I realize that I have completely given up on all my convictions to leave, and am content and happy to remain your slave. I feel your hand on my ass, and I turn to smile at you…. “you are just as insatiable as I am,” I tease.



“And you love every bit of it,” you respond giving me a playful smack on the ass.



I hand you the glass of water, “shall we adjourn upstairs?” I question nodding my head in the direction of the stair case.



Your eyes twinkle in response, “unless you prefer the cave man approach where I drag you kicking and screaming by your hair.”



“MMM … lets leave my hair out of this, I prefer whips and chains to having my hair pulled out,” I say as I begin walking to the staircase.



Once upstairs, I realize that I didn’t make the bed, my vibrator is still lying on the night stand beside the bed, and the clothes from the day before are still in the corner of the room. Embarrassed, I begin picking up the clothes, and apologize for the mess.



You ignore me, your focus on the vibrator on the nightstand. “Have you had some restless nights lately? Trouble sleeping?” Attempting to ignore the questions, busying myself getting things organized,and fixing the bedding. But you know that I avoid questions I don’t want to answer, and persist. “Answer the question.”



I sigh loudly, keeping my back to you. “The truth is that every night is restless, as I relive our times together, and succumb to pleasuring myself, before falling into a restless sleep, where I continue to dream of you, where I submit to you over and over again in my dreams, and wake exhausted and horney as hell… after the last two weeks I was utterly exhausted. Yes, I have been restless.”



“Why didn’t you call before now, why do you continue to fight who you are?”



I don’t respond, I just shrug my shoulders, not wanting to get into it again.



“Well I can guarantee that you will not have a problem sleeping tonight, now where are the rest of the toys at,” you say confidently.



“In the drawer,” I reply glad that you are done quizzing me.



You open it up pulling an assortment of ropes and bindings, a gag, blindfold, the other two vibrators, the whip, and riding crop. I feel my heart rate surge as you take each item out and lay them on the bed. The last thing you pull out is a simple box. You look at me before opening it, “I thought you said you were getting rid of this,” you say piercing me with your eyes.



“I just hadn’t got around to it,” I say trying to play it off, but in truth I just hadn’t been able to bring myself to getting rid of it.



“Or perhaps it is because deep down you knew that this is symbolic of a lot more than you would like to admit,” you say opening the box to reveal the black collar that I wore when we were together. The symbol of who owned me. The silence confirms to both of us that what you say is true. You step toward me, and put the collar around my neck, and it feels like home as I slide back into my role as your submissive.



“Now, I do believe that I told you I would punish you for the way your dressed, the first being your ass for those jeans,” you say stepping back.



“You can not be serious, I was not your slave then, you have no right to punish me for something when I wasn’t your sub.” I respond indignantly.



“I can see you are going to need a refresher on your training, as you have not been addressing me with the correct title when you speak to me… and your indignant behavior is borderline disrespectful. You were always my slave, even when you thought things were over. Your behavior proves that, or we would not be in this room right now. If you didn’t really want this, I would have turned and walked out the door. But I had to see it for myself. I have forced you to do nothing. It was you who begged me to take your pants off, begged me to make you cum, and it was you that dropped to your knees to suck my cock. The thought of using your safe word never even popped into your head. You wanted this. Isn’t that right? ” You say coolly.



“You didn’t exactly make it easy for me to walk away. But you didn’t force anything on me either. I did want this, nothing was done against my will, it was a battle between my mind and my body,” I reply back to you. “Sir.” I throw in at the end.



You smile back toward me, “Your body just needed a bit of help convincing your mind is all. But that does not mean that you are going to get out of these punishments. After all, it is my decision to pleasure or punish at my will, and I have been deprived of that for more than 2 weeks now, and my palm is twitching with the need to spank that ass.”



I almost giggle as I watch you shake your hand back and forth. Besides, I can not deny that a spanking gets me hot really quick.



“So I am going to sit on the edge of this bed, you are going to come and ask me to spank you, and then lay yourself over my lap willingly. Do you understand.”



I flush red with embarrassment. This is not really what I had in mind, I was not going to ask for a spanking. That was too embarrassing. It was humiliating enough to have to lay myself over your lap like some sort of school girl, and ask you to punish me.



“Well?” you question looking at me.



I decide to put my own little twist on it to save face somewhat, and try to sneak one over on you. I nod my head to you, affirming that I understand, and you sit down on the bed. I walk over, and lay myself over your lap, “will you please spank me?” I say not having to face you.



I feel a hard smack come down on my ass, and then, “get up and do it the way I told you the first time. I want to see you ask me, and you had better address me correctly next time as well.”



I sigh as I pull myself off your lap, this being even more humiliating than it would have been had I just did it as you said the first time. I feel the heat coming off my face as I stand before you with my hands still bound. I take a deep breath, “Sir, will you please spank me,” the words roll off my tongue and I am sure my face is scarlet red.



I feel you looking at me, your gaze piercing me, but I can not bring myself to look up at you. I feel so foolish. “What are you needing spanked for?” you persist in your questions. I feel the humiliation burning, as I realize that you are going to continue this until you are satisfied. I pause not wanting to answer you. “Alright have it your way… we start at the beginning and do this until you get it right. Walk out of the room, then come back in and start at the beginning.”



I feel a flash of anger cross over my body, as I turn as walk away bitterly. This is ridiculous I think to myself, as I walk out, I refuse to play these mind games with him. I am better than this. I take a breath walking with determination back into the room.



“Sir, will you please deliver my spanking now,” I ask defiantly, looking right back at you.



“And what did you do to deserve a spanking?” you respond.



“I was not dressed as you commanded, even though I was not technically your slave at the time,” I respond sarcastically.



“Again,” you point to the door.



I look at you, feeling defiant, and turn to walk out grumbling under my breath. This is just absurd. I walk back into the room angrily. I watch you as I approach, and when I stand before me, all you say is, “Submit to me NOW,” then you point to the door.



I look up at you is astonishment, that you are making me go through this. A defeated sigh, and I walk from the room. When I get out into the hall way, I take a deep breathe, tell myself to put my pride to the side, and just do as you have said. I walk back into the room, and approach you, I see you watching me from the bed, I grit my teeth as I approach.



“Sir,” I say as politely as I can muster, “will you please deliver my spanking now.”



I see the smile perk at the corner of your lips. “And what has my slave done to deserve a spanking,” the same question over and over again.



I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to shoot off my mouth, “I was not dressed in a way that pleased you sir.”



“And how many spanks should be delivered to rectify this?” you question.



I feel a fresh flush cover my skin, as I try to quickly decide a response that will not have me back in the hallway starting this humiliation again from the beginning, “as many as you deem appropriate sir.”



“And a few more on top of that for that smart mouth of yours would be warranted,” you chastise. “Permission is granted.”



“Yes sir,” I respond feeling defeated as I voluntarily lay myself over your lap, placing my bound hands above my head.



“I will allow you to select the instrument of delivery, slave,” you tell me, and I can sense the smile on your face without being able to see it.



“Your hand please, sir,” I reply feeling the humiliation sink deeper through my body.



“Why do you prefer my hand,” you ask.



Dear God please let the questions stop I think to myself. “I don’t know,” I say attempting to end the conversation.



I feel your hand rubbing my ass cheeks, as you contemplate my response. “Is it the pain that whip and crop provide?” you question.



The touch begins to distract me from the embarrassment that has rippled through my body. “I… I like the skin on skin contact, it isn’t about the pain, you are careful to gauge my reaction regardless of what you use to punish me, and not take it too far sir.”



“I suppose you prefer my hand on your tits and pussy too then,” you question as you continue stroking my ass.



“Actually no, I prefer the whip on my breasts, and the crop on my pussy.” I say a bit breathlessly, “although I always enjoy your hands on my body.”



You pause for a moment, contemplating my response. “Why?” you question.



I feel myself flush again, wondering if the red on my face will soon match my ass, as I struggle to verbalize myself. “I don’t know, I suppose I like all the strands from the whip as it strikes a sting along my breasts and nipples, and the crop is the prefect size, and I like the smack it makes against my skin as the leather strikes down.” I feel my body responding from the dialogue, my body yearning at this point for the punishments.



“Then you shall have them as you desire tonight,” you respond and start smacking down on my ass. Your hand coming down rhythmically in a sharp series of spanks that take my breathe away. I can’t help but cry out in pain as the initial slaps sting… but soon my cries become moans, as the pain gives way to pleasure. Before long I feel myself grinding down on your lap, looking for something for my pussy to find relief on, and I can feel your cock erect again beneath me. I can feel the wetness between my legs, and my nipples hard against my bra. “Please…” I moan out to you.



You pause, rubbing my now red ass, “yes slave?”



“Please, fuck me sir, I want to cum.” I moan desperately needing my pussy filled.



I hear you chuckle softly, knowing that you have me completely at your will. “Not yet slave,” you say moving one hand between my legs, “but I can feel that you are enjoying this,” you say rubbing the lips of my pussy.



“Ooooh,” I moan out and press my pussy into your hand, “please sir, I want to cum.” I find your fingers and start circling down on them, rubbing my clit against your hand shamelessly. I know how I must look right now, but I am overcome with a desire to cum. You allow this to go on for a minute, no doubt enjoying the show with my reddened ass gyrating before you, my arms bound ahead of me, while I use your hand to derive unspeakable pleasures. I feel the orgasm mounting and the moans escalate, the orgasm I so desire teetering on the edge. “Please master, I need to cum, please….” I continue using your hand to fuck my pussy.



“I already told you no,” you say matter-of-factly.



I stop moving, knowing that too much more and the orgasm will come whether I want it to or not. “You torture me,” I complain, turning my head into the mattress in silent protest.



“You torture yourself, I said no when you first asked, you took it upon yourself to get into this state.” You reply.



I curse in my head, hating it when you are right. “Please sir, please fuck me,” I beg again.



“But I am not done spanking you,” you reply stroking my ass once more. You hear me moan into the mattress, and I can sense your amusement at the situation. “I am feeling generous though,” you begin speaking again, “I will shove this vibrator up into your pussy and put it on high. The rabbit ears will be right over your clit. You may cum as often as you like. In fact I will not stop spanking you or remove the vibe until you beg me to. But in return, for my generosity, you must first remain on the edge for 10 minutes, with no orgasm, and I will continue spanking at my leisure. If you cum before the ten minute mark, you will be punished severely. Do you accept?”



I consider your offer, my pussy so desperate to be fucked, but I am not sure I can maintain the edge for ten minutes, not with the vibe going and the spanking sending tantalizing sensations rippling through me. But then again, if I can make it for just ten minutes, then I can have as many as I like. “Yes,” I reply greedily imagining multiple orgasms washing over my body.



“Mmmm, I do believe that you are going to find this harder than you realized, in fact, I know you will, because I intend to make this very difficult,” you say, and I can hear the wicked smile behind your words.



Dammit, I should know better than to make deals with you by now, it never turns out in my favor. But I make up my mind, that this time, I will not break down before the 10 minutes are up, and then I will cum… many times. I will not beg you to stop until I can not breathe. I feel you shifting, then the familiar feeling of my vibe being thrust into my pussy. You thrust it a few times, and make sure the rabbit ears are positioned over my clit.



“Are you ready slave,” you question.



“Yes sir,” I moan out enjoying the feeling of my pussy being filled.



I feel the vibrations start and moan once more into the mattress. I must focus on something else, anything else, to keep my mind away from the orgasm my body is lunging towards. SMACK.. a powerful slap sends ripples through my body, causing me to jerk on your lap. “Ahhh,” I cry out loud. Then another on the opposite cheek, so hard I almost bounce off your lap. Then soft soothing rubbing, that takes the sting away, and begins fueling the fires toward my orgasm. For what feels like thirty minutes you confuse my body alternating between hard smacks, light taps, and caressing my ass cheeks. I am moaning loudly, my orgasm pounding for release. My clit is on fire with every nerve responding to the stimulation, and my pussy squeezing against the vibe ready to release in spasm.



“How much…. longer master,” I pant between moans.



“Haha…” you laugh triumphantly, “it has only been 4 minutes.”



“Oh God, I cant make it another 6 minutes sir,” I groan.



“Then beg for me to stop, and it all goes away, no more spanks, no more vibe… but no orgasms either,” you reply calming smacking my ass lightly.



I groan into the mattress again, now understanding your plan. You love to hold me on the edge. “Please allow me to cum early,” I beg.



A hard smack snaps down on my ass, causing my to bounce on your lap, and then hiss as the sting reverberates through, then moan as the vibe rippled waves of pleasure, almost sending me over the edge. “No, a deal is a deal, and you readily agreed.”



You begin stroking my ass, and gently smacking down, the vibes persistently pushing for the euphoric release that I want, my clit on fire. I know that I will not be able to hold out for ten minutes, but the pending orgasm is bound to be worth the wait, if I can just force myself to hold out. I moan, feeling my body take over, as I arch up, pressing my ass into your palm. I feel your hand move from my ass and onto the vibrator, gently thrusting it. “Oh God, please sir,” I feel my legs shift wider, and I start grinding on the vibe, your other hand massaging my ass cheeks.



“What is it you are begging for slave?” you probe.



“Release,” I groan as you increase the speed, “I can’t hold it, please ….”



“It has only been 6 minutes, you either hold it, or beg for me to stop.” You reply, denying my pleas.



I groan my discontent with your response, my breathing heavy and labored. I know I can no longer wait. I will either cum without permission, and suffer the consequences, or beg you to stop… and I do not want that kind of punishment. “Please master, mercy… please stop.”



The vibe shuts off immediately, and I feel you slowly remove it from my wet pussy. I feel my body relax, and the orgasm withdrawal to a manageable level. I groan again, as what I so deeply desire is refused to me. You allow me to lay over your lap for a few minutes, letting my body wind down. I still feel the fire burning, the need still there, but being held at bay now.



“Alright… I think it is time to punish those tits,” you say giving my ass a light tap, signaling me to get up.



“Yes sir,” I say a bit begrudgingly, ” as I pull myself from your lap.



You reach over with a pair of scissors and clip off the binding on my hands. “Take off the rest of those clothes,” you say ignoring the disdain in my voice, “and ask me for your punishment.”



I feel myself flush red again as I face the embarrassment of having to ask you to punish me. I slide the shirt off, and take the bra off, standing before you completely naked. You gaze at me for a moment.



“Submit to me now,” you say looking at me daringly.



As I swallow my pride, I take a breath, “Master, I submit, will you please punish me.”



I see the evil smile perk at your lips, as you know how hard it is for me to do this, “what have you done to warrant this punishment?”



I grit my teeth, as I fight the urge to be a smart ass, and I see your eyebrow cock up as you anticipate my response. I sigh, deciding to mind my tongue and not prolong the humiliation I know you will inflict upon me if I do not respond appropriately, “I was not dressed in a way that pleased you, sir, I was wearing a bra.”



“And how should I punish you for that offense, slave?” you question.



“By whipping my breasts and nipples, sir” I respond, feeling my body warming at the idea of what is to come.



“Up on the bed, on your knees, at the head of the bed, back to the headboard, legs spread,” you command. I silently do as I’m told. I rub my wrists lightly, looking at you, waiting eagerly for you to command me. “Legs spread wider, I want that dripping wet cunt about 6 inches from the mattress, and arms out stretched to the sides.”



I feel myself blush again, as I comply to your orders. You take each arm, and bind it to the headboard, so that I am outstretched before you. I feel so exposed, and vulnerable, yet at the same time my body is already yearning for you. I watch as you pick up the whip, the black strands dangling before me. You glaze it along my collarbone, and down between my breasts. I see your erection, and I can almost feel it sinking deep into my pussy.

I feel you move the vibe beneath my pussy positioning the tip just at the entrance to my core. “Same deal as before, except now you have to add the 4 minutes from last time to the clock. So no orgasm for 14 minutes, while I punish those beautiful tits of yours. However, since you made it through the last line of questions without letting that mouth of yours run off, I will allow you to control the depth of penetration. If you desire more, then grind down. But the tip must always stay touching you. If you cum before the 14 minutes are up, then you will be severely punished. However, if you make it to the end, then I will remove that vibe, lay down beneath that dripping pussy, and you will show me what a good slut you are as you fuck my face until you have cum all over me.”



I gasp out at the deal you have laid before me, and accept it quickly, “yes sir,” I say enthusiastically.



Your amused laugh rings out, “then let us begin,” you say as you turn the vibe on high.



I decide that I am not going to grind down at all, there is no need to torture myself, and I want my prize at the end of this 14 minutes. I feel your mouth and tongue hot over my breasts, as you suck and bite down on them. I let my body sag into your mouth, enjoying the sensations over my nipples. As I sag I realize that an inch of that plastic vibrating cock has penetrated into me. I moan in pleasure, wanting more, but knowing that I must refrain. Already I feel the orgasm mounting again. I know it will not be long and I will be on the edge.



I hear the faint whisper and a movement of air followed abruptly by the sound of a swishing whip, and my screaming voice. The strands of the whip bite sharply into my breast. The sudden surprise of it had caught me totally off guard, and my scream was as much of shock as it was of pain. I grasped the ropes on my hands tighter, trying to brace myself for what might come next. I waited for the pain once more…



Instead, your fingertips run lightly over the breast that had just been whipped; your touch at once soothing and refreshing. As you softly brush my breast with your fingers, your other hand moves down the front of my body, light as a feather, across my stomach, in soft, delightful concentric circles. Your hand cupping my aroused breast, holding its weightiness like a small pineapple, then kneading it gently. I moan in response.



I didn’t even hear the whip this time as it comes down on my other breast, causing me to squeal out again, as my body jerks in response. You hardly give me a moment to react before you begin whipping my breasts, alternating each one, with slightly less force than the two initial strikes. My breathing becoming ragged from the pain. As I yelp out from each strike against my body. I feel my breasts, skin tight, nipples erect and burning.



You pause, “are you alright,”



Through my gasps for breath I somehow tell you that I am fine. Yes, fine. In fact, the hard part for my mind to accept, is that there was a strange but definite sense that I can take more. Even, perhaps, that I want more.



I feel your hands leave me, and I suck in air sharply, as I feel the whip begin coming down on my breasts again. You spin it in circles swiftly, making the strands bite down every couple of seconds on my breast. I feel my arousal building, and my pussy is aching for deeper penetration, to feel the pulsing vibrations deeper. The pain and pleasure melding into one, as you continue to punish my breasts. I feel my head spinning into a euphoric state and I am breathless.



You stop the whips, gently guiding the strands over my erect nipples, my skin reddened from the continuous whipping. “How much more sir?” I whisper my voice breathless and a bit raspy.



“You are doing well slave, 6 minutes to go,” I can sense how turned on you are by the tone in your voice. I feel you move the whip lower and lower, and then I feel the strands tickling my pussy.



“Yes, please master.” I moan in desire.



“You want me to whip your pussy?” you question.



“Yes,” I try to thrust my hips toward you, but only succeed in gyrating the vibrator a bit deeper into my dripping pussy.



I feel your hand slide down between my legs and between my lips.



“You are wanton,” you hiss in my ear as you bring a wet finger up to my lips. I open my mouth eagerly, as you hold your hand tightly over my mouth, your finger sheathed inside, while I greedily sucked. Yes, I am wanton… Lustful… Shameless…



“No, that pussy will be punished soon enough, as tempting as it is, we will both wait for that,” I feel the whip bite into my breast again, and I scream out as the pain sears through my nipple. First one then the next. I strain against the ropes, as my head begins to spin, the vibrator about half way into my pussy, and the orgasm now beating at the door ready for release.



“Please sir, please I need to cum.”



“You had better not, or you will be severely punished,” you let the whip fall down harshly across one breast causing my body to jerk in response and a shout of pain.



“How much longer, master,” I question trying to breathe through the need to cum.



“Only 2 more minutes,” you respond.



I can do this I coach myself, only 2 minutes. Hold it together and you will have the biggest orgasm of your life. I feel the circling whip coming down on my right breast, with just enough force to make the sting hurt in a good way. I moan, letting my head fall back and my body sag down a little further onto the vibrator. My pussy surges and I gasp and fight to hold the orgasm back, almost losing control. “Oh God,” I scream out, “please sir.”



“One minute to go,” the circling whip moves to my other breast, and I gasp out as the fresh sting hits nerves directly linked to my clit, and I almost lose the last strand of control I cling to.



“Oh God, oh God, Oh God,” I start chanting out as the strands drive me further and further, my head in a daze, my body trembling with the need to cum.



“Cum now,” I hear the words penetrate through the clouds I hover in. Like a slice of heaven, the permission granted, I cum, and cum, and cum. My orgasm rippling through my body in wave after wave, as I am orbited off the Earth into another dimension, beyond conscious thought.



I don’t know how much time goes by before I feel you unbinding my hands, then moving the vibe from my pussy. I sit back on the bed, and feel myself descend back to earth, still unable to form coherent thoughts or sentences.



“How was that orgasm,” you question as your fingers dance their way from my shoulder down to my wrists, now red from pulling against the restraints.



“Out of this world,” I comment.



“You see what happens when you accept who you are, and submit to me,” you state confidently.



“I do,” I smile back to you, knowing that ordinary sex can never make me feel this way.



We make some mindless chatter for a few minutes as my body comes fully back down to Earth from the after effects of that orgasm.



“Good, now up on your knees again, I did promise you one other thing if you made it through that punishment, and I need to have that pussy prepared for your final round.



“Yes sir,” I respond, eager for this experience as I stand on my knees. I feel you slide your head between my thighs, and tug me down so I am straddling your face. Then that luscious tongue begin its work, licking my pussy from one end to the other.



“Oh master,” I cry out as I feel a shutter through my body, “It feels so good.”



“Show me what a slut you are,” I hear you say from beneath my core. Then I feel your hands squeeze my ass cheeks hard and pull them apart as your tongue moves back and forth. You bite one of my ass cheeks, making me jerk, before you start licking again. I feel you push a finger into my shaved wet pussy, and I moan and grind down. Then another, and you start pushing harder, slowly fucking my pussy. I feel your tongue slide in around your fingers, and I grunt and moan in pleasure. My pussy wide open to you for your pleasure, and my own.



I know that I must look like a complete slut as I rock and pump down on your face, but I can not help myself as the experience is so erotic. I feel you start to lick up and down my slit, as you use your fingers to pull the folds of my swollen pussy lips away from my clit. I feel your tongue press down on it and I almost scream in ecstasy. My clit is rock hard, and I feel you hum against it, as you continue stimulating my hole with your fingers.



“OH MY GOD,” I scream as you suck on my clit, surging my body toward my next orgasm. You move your heavenly lips from my clit, and I feel you suck one of my lips into your mouth, playing with it on your tongue, then move to the other for the same treatment. I grind my pussy, and I feel the orgasm about to wash over me, my moans growing louder and louder.



“Oh master, lick my pussy and make me scream,” I cry out.



I feel your tongue in response, circling my clit. Shocks of pleasure ripple through my body and hitting directly against my pulsing throbbing clit. I feel you suck my entire pussy into your mouth and hum all over it as your tongue fucks and licks around it, and I can’t take it anymore as my body erupts again into orgasm. I feel you continue licking lightly, lapping up the juices from my orgasm as I come down from another high.



I look in front of me, and see your outstretched legs, and your rock hard, fully erect cock standing straight up before me, and I can’t help but lean over to start sucking it. I feel your body tense in surprise, as I start to suck you deep into my mouth, then a groan of acceptance as I start bobbing my head up and down and you slide in and out of my mouth.



As I pull back I flick the head of your cock with my tongue, then quickly suck all the way down until my lips touch your balls, and your cock hit the back of you my throat. I hold for a few seconds then draw away, strings of saliva connecting your prick to my tongue. I continue licking and sucking and deep throating your throbbing cock, making you moan with desire. I start to squeeze the hilt of your dick with one hand, fondling your balls with the other, and licking the head of cock with my mouth. I am certain that you can feel the pressure building up in your balls by now. I deep throat you again and then pull back sucking in hard as I move up your shaft.



I can feel your body tense, preparing for orgasm. “Master, will you fuck my ass now?”



“With pleasure slave,” you respond flipping me off of you so quickly that I’m afraid I will topple off the bed. But as quickly as I am off of you, you grab my ankle and drag me back. “Hands and knees slave,” you growl with lust in your voice.



As I attempt to follow your command I am no sooner up on my hands and knees then your hands are on my hips pulling me back to your waiting cock. I feel you penetrate and moan in pleasure. I am taken back to the training you gave my ass at the beginning of our relationship, and how I initially cursed you for it, and slowly came around to love it. “Rub that clit,” you command.



You waste no time, already on the verge or orgasm, and start driving full force into my ass. Driving with such force I almost lose my balance, and fall on my face on the bed. “Oh, oh, oh,” I cry out with each thrust, and my clit on fire from all the stimulation. In mere minutes, I hear you grunt as you start to cum deep in my ass. “Ahhhh,” the simple expression of satisfaction, makes me smile knowing that you are satisfied and happy, and I am fulfilled knowing that I was the one to bring you that satisfaction.



A few moments pass by, then I feel you withdraw from me. “I do believe there is one final punishment for you today,” you say swatting my ass playfully. I moan in response and flatten myself from the mattress, not wanting to put myself forward for another round of questions. “Get up, I spent time getting that pussy ready for this, and I am going to have to repeat work now, thanks to you detouring me…though I did enjoy the results of that.” I feel your fingers begin probing my pussy again, softly circling my clit. I arch my back up raising to my hands and knees in response, with a moan of pleasure. I rock back into your hand, wanting more of your touch.



“MMMM never satisfied… you always want more. This pussy is so responsive, I could have you cumming in minutes if I choose to,” you observe.



“Yes, please sir.” I moan in response, grinding down.



“Hahaha that wasn’t an offer, now stand up and beg me to punish your pussy,” you reply triumphantly.



I groan as I roll off the bed, and stand before you. You sit up, moving to the edge of the bed, and beckon me closer with a “come here” finger. Not sure what you are plotting, I move forward cautiously. You reach forward and slide two fingers back between the lips of my pussy, continuing the teasing of my clit. I feel my body heat up, and instinctively spread my legs to give you better access.



“Now submit to me, and beg me to spank this pussy,” you speak with authority.



Now the reason for me struggling to spit the words out has little to do with stuffing my pride, and feeling humiliated, and more to do with focusing through the waves of pleasure washing over my body.



“Submit,” you persist, pinching my clit sharply between your fingers.



I gasp out from the shock, and the pain that shoots through my pussy. “Yes, sir,” I reply quickly, to let you know that I am putting the words together, I just need to breath for a moment. You understand and begin rubbing again. “I submit to you, …..please…. ooohhh…. punish my pussy…. for not dressing as you ordered, sir.”



“Very nice, and how long should I punish this pussy slave,” you respond.



Without thinking I respond, “Until I cum sir.” You pause for a moment, and I realize what I have said, I don’t think that I can cum from having my pussy spanked. “I mean, as long as you see fit, sir,” I try to correct myself.



“Too late,” you respond, your fingers rubbing my clit with fervor “I like that first suggestion. I am going to spank this pussy until you cum, and once that orgasm quakes through your body, then I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you until you are gasping for air, I am going to fuck you until you can not walk, and you beg me to stop. Only when I hear you begging for mercy, only then will I stop.”



“I don’t think I can cum from that,” I moan my knees about to buckle. Despite how much I enjoy having my pussy spanked, it still scares me, because the potential for the pain to be too much very quickly is high.



“I will be the judge of that,” you reply. “Now get on this bed, and lay on your back, legs spread wide. If your hands attempt to block me, I will bind them, and if those legs attempt to block me, I will tie them. That means I will have to stop what I’m doing, and you will have no stimulation during that time….and the punishment will be prolonged. So you best control yourself. Do you understand?”



“Yes sir,” I comply, sure my nervousness shows through my voice, as I move away from your hand, and get back up on the bed. I lay down immediately, raise my knees up and spread my legs wide, so that my glistening, swollen pussy opens up to you.



“Mmmm,” you growl in approval, and pick up the riding crop. You begin to rub the leather down my slit and over my clit.



“Oh,” I moan out loud raising my hips toward the crop.



I feel the light taps as you gently start spanking down with the crop, sending pleasuring pulses through my pussy. Light and fast, increasing slowly in intensity and force; until I am breathless with a mixture of arousal and pain, then with a quick flick you sharply slap the crop directly over my clit. I scream out, and feel my legs close over my pussy, as I immediately open up again, not wanting you to bind me.



“Tisk tisk,” you say rubbing the crop against my swollen sex, “that better not happen again or I will have to bind those legs.”



“Yes sir,” I moan as you play with my pussy with the instrument of pain. Again the soft spanks start, and I begin panting, I can feel an orgasm building. I can feel how wet my pussy is as the crop comes down and makes a wet smacking sound with each smack. My orgasm is building and building, but not at a point where I can obtain release. The smacks becoming harder now, I feel my legs twitch with each one, as I groan in pleasure and pain. “Oh God, please sir,”



“Yes slave,” you stop the spanking and go back to rubbing my clit.



My breathing is labored, I just want your cock inside of me, pounding deep into my pussy, I just want you to, “Fuck me,” I demand finishing the thought out loud, without even realizing it.



SMACK! The crop comes down sharply over my pussy causing me to scream out, snapping my legs closed momentarily, then back open almost as quickly. “I’m sorry, I thought I heard you demand something… I must not have heard you correctly, would you care to repeat yourself,” you reply coolly.



“No sir, I’m sorry,” I reply as you begin your light swats again. Building and building, the fire burning just beneath the surface and out of reach. Now as each strike comes down you stroke my clit up and down before lifting and swatting again. I moan in pleasure, as the added stimulation edges me that much closer, the fire picking up momentum.



“Please sir, I need you to fuck me,” my voice whines, desperate for you to end the torture and give me what I want. I know that if you would sink your dick into me I would be cumming in less than a minute.



“I (spank) don’t (spank) think (spank) so,” you say smacking down with a bit more force on each word. Then you go back to rubbing my clit. I moan out, wanting so badly for you to push me over the edge. I purr as you use the crop to rub my sensitive clit, and raise up my pussy as you keep rubbing, grinding into it.



“Please make me cum, sir” I cry out as I feel the orgasm move in closer and closer. You continue rubbing, and I continue grinding and I feel the orgasm ready to overpower me. You sense the change as start the light spanks again, swatting at my clit and pussy lips and I cry out in pleasure. “Master I need to cum please,” I plead with you.



“Maintain the edge,” you say quickly spanking my pussy with swat after swat. I feel my pussy trembling, each swat pushing the orgasm higher and higher, as I fight to not let it break through. “What do you have to say to me,” you say smacking a little harder, a little faster.



My body surges and I feel the orgasm push towards me, aching for release, the slow burning fire, now an intense heat wave that threatens to burn me to the ground. I take a deep breathe, “You own me, I am your slave, my body is meant for fucking and breeding, please fuck me and breed me sir.” There it is, the mantra of our relationship. The confirmation to both of us, that you do indeed own me.



I stretch my legs open even wider, giving you even more access, “please, sir,” I whine. I want more, I want you to keep spanking my pussy, I want to cum, I want….



“Cum now,” I hear your voice pierce me, as you keep spanking. I feel the release wash over me as I start to cum, each swat dragging the orgasm out further. Before the orgasm has subsided, I feel you on top of me, thrusting into me.



“Ohhhhhh yes,” I cry out to you, feeling you powerfully thrusting into me. Driving me deeper and deeper, as my pussy convulses in orgasm, involuntarily shaking and spasming around your cock. You don’t stop, you just keep thrusting, again and again, right through my orgasm, never relenting, never pausing, never losing momentum. I scream in ecstasy, as the orgasms keep rippling through my body in one never ending cycle, it seems as if they are never ending, just one long continuous orgasm.



I feel light headed, unable to catch my breath, as you keep delivering one thrust after another. My body feels like one basket of nerves, and I feel like I might explode from the over stimulation. “Please,” I cry out, barely able to form the word. “Please,” I say again as another orgasm ripples through my body, “no….. more,….. I ………..can’t …………take….. anymore.” I feel you thrust a few more times, and then groan as you explode into my tormented pussy. You collapse down on top of me, both of us panting and out of breath.

{Hello, this is my 1st time at this. I hope you enjoy my story! Please let me know what you think and if I should write part two of the story…. Thank you.}



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I wait in the warmth of my car looking out across the icy car park. I see you, you are wrapped up warm with your black coat zipped up you have your purple scarf around you neck keeping in the much needed body heat. Your breaths show up as vapour as you lock the minibus away. The sounds from the gates are dampened by the coving of snow. You look up and search for me; a smile breaks across your cold face. As you say goodbye to the last of the group I open the car door and step out into the cold crisp air. The snow compacts under my shoes as we approach each other. I reach out and take your bags from you. I see that you are tired from your eyes; they are the eyes that I fell in love with.



We lean in close together, you rest you head against my coat. My free arm moves around you and pulls you closer to my body. I lean down and you feel my lips on the only part of your neck that is exposed to the cold air, I kiss you and whisper, “Welcome home, I have missed you. Lets get home and warm up…together,” into your ear.



We climb into the car; the warmth is a welcoming feeling to us both. Home is only a short drive but is a slow journey. As the rear tires slip and slide around I look over, your eyes are closed, you have time to relax a little after a trip away.



I pull into our drive way, I tell you to race ahead and open the door. I grab you bags and catch you up. You open the front door and greeted with a warm house. You take a deep breath as the smells from the kitchen reach you. You sense me behind you, my arms wrap around you as you feel my body get close to yours. My hands pull your hips and I let you to go up stairs and get ready for a bath.



You walk into the bathroom without any closes on to see me lighting some candles, I take a moment to take in your beauty, your eyes meet mine and we smile. You test the water and submerge yourself in the hot, bubbly water. I leave you for some time so you can relax; I am back within 5 minutes with a glass of wine for you. I move behind you and start rubbing your shoulders; I massage some bubble bath into your skin and then shampoo into your hair. As I move my hand over your shoulders I reach round and cup your breasts, I hold them and find your nipples, as my fingers gently squeeze each bud I kiss your neck. You moan and raise one hand to mine; you pull my hand away and slowly slide my hand down under the water.



You feel different; you feel my smile grow across my face as my lips are still delivering kisses to your neck. You have trimmed your hair that lies on top of the destination of our hands. I protest and tell you to wait. You let my hand move back up your body but you are frustrated. You want me to pleasure you, I will, but in my own time.



You sip your wine and I turn the shower on to rise the shampoo out of your hair. You enjoy the feeling of my hands rubbing the bubbles away from your skin. I ask you to stand so I have access to all of your body. I place the water jets along your body as my hands follow the warm water. I move the jets towards your belly and over the top of your neatly trimmed hair. I look at your reaction as the jets of water makes you tingle. I kiss you as I move the jets closer to you vagina, you jump as the felling of my fingers on your skin. I move a finger down the middle of your vagina, opening your lips so the water jets can touch the inside of you. I move your lips apart which expose your clit to the water. With this our kiss becomes move intense and we find each others tongues; they dance around each other as our mouths stay locked in a passionate kiss.



You are enjoying the sensations that the shower is giving you but as the last of the bath water runs away I switch the shower off and pick up the soft towels that are over the warm radiator. Playfully I throw one over your head, before you have a chance to complain I start to rub your head with the towel. Your protest is over before it starts with you enjoy my hands rubbing you dry. I see that your skin is starting to show goose pimples, I reach for the other towel and you help me wrap it around your body. I enjoy drying your body off and we slowly move into the bedroom.



As we enter our room you see that I have been busy, music is playing softly, and you can make out that it is a track from the Mumford and Son’s, you smile as you remember when you lent me the CD and I lost it more than once. The bedroom is dimly lit, light is dancing around the room from two candles, I move you to the bed and you lay down. I kiss you again and looking in to yours eyes my mouth starts to move down, I kiss your neck and move to just below your ears, I tell you to, “relax and enjoy, this is your welcome home gift. I am so happy you are back.”



My mouth kisses its way down your neck, my hands are in front on the kisses, rubbing and playing with your body. I continue my on going search to find any spot on your body that is susceptible to being tickled, my fingers dance over your right nipple as my mouth finds your left. I kiss it and suck it into my mouth, my tongue moves around it as it hardens. The right one is also becoming erect as my thumb and fingers play with it, pulling and pinching but not so that it hurts you.



My hand leaves and continues its journey down your stomach, I love your belly button and soon I am kissing around it. My hand moves so it is on the top of your leg, should I move my fingers between your legs to play with you there, or shell I tease you a little and pass over very close to your pussy but continue down your legs… You tense up as my fingers brush your hair and move to the folds of skin that were enjoying the jets of water.



My mouth is near; you can feel my warm breaths millimetres away from your sex. I see your hands move, one moves to your breast the other to my head, you play with my hair, maybe to try and persuade me to move closer to your pussy so that you can feel my tongue on your clit. My fingers move around your inner thigh, moving closer and closer to you pussy. I place my thumb over where your clit is hidden, very softly I apply the smallest amount of pressure, letting you know that I am no longer going to tease but I am going to go down on you. Your fingers are playing and pushing my head closer to where my fingers are, as my thumb starts to move round and round one of my fingers moves up and down in between your lips, I feel your arousal, you centre is wet and warm, I push my finger in a little more and tickly the small area of skin just below the opening of your vagina. As my finger dances around I let it move inside of your pussy a tiny amount. You moan and welcome the invasion to your body.



My mouth is now next to my thumb, I dart my tongue out and it replaces where my thumb had be moving. You pull my hair to move my mouth closer to your body, you enjoy me going down on you, and you pull me closer into your sex. I taste you, so clean and sweet. I love doing this to you, I love the way I can make you move with my tongue and fingers. I let my tongue lick down to where my finger is playing just below your entrance; I lick back up to your clit and again back down. I put my tongue at your warm opening and start to lick with more pressure, as my tongue starts to move in and out of you my fingers move your lips apart giving my tongue full access to your hot sex.



I move my tongue up and home in on your little nub, if feel it with my lips and kiss it, I clamp down around your clit as one of my fingers moves inside of you. You feel so warm and you tease up as my mouth begins to suck on your clit. My finger moves in and out and after three strokes I add another finger at the same time I let my tongue swipe over your now raised clit. Flicking fast, moving up and down, left to right and around and around. I am licking you as much and as hard I as can with my fingers moving in and out of you.



You hands are still playing, one with your nipples and the other with my hair. I replace my tongue with my other hand, my fingers find your clit and rub it firmly by smoothly. I let my mouth kiss all around your sex, you are wet and I hope close to climax. I continue to rub your clit, changing from fingers to thumb and then to mouth and tongue. I love making you feel good, I love that you trimmed your hair; it tickles my nose as I continue to eat your pussy. You push me away a little you want something else, not my hands fingers or my tongue. You have been away and not had something that you enjoy for a week. You want me; you want my penis inside of you.



I resist and push you back down on the bed. You moan in frustration but it turns to a moan of pleasure as my tongue flicks and licks your clit again. I know you like me making you wait before you get to feel my cock slowly enter your pussy inch by inch. I want you to get close to climax before you get me inside of you. You feel my shift slightly and then you hear something, you have heard the sound before, you smile as you remember my like for gadgets and toys, as soon as you work out what it is you feel it on your clit, right there where you like it. It is the small bullet from your rock chick.



That was the 1st of many toys that I bought you, you wonder if I have bought anything new during the week. As the small bullet vibrates on and around your clit my tongue keeps moving, I am now kissing your entrance, you are enjoy the sensation coming from the buzzing as well as my fingers moving in and out and now with my mouth kissing you sex, you again pull my hair and I hope that you are close.



I can not hold on any more, I have been waiting for this all week, my body moves up, I keep the vibrator in place ageist you as my mouth finds yours, we kiss and you can taste yourself on my lips, I never know if you like it or not, but I wanted to kiss you and see your wonderful eyes for this moment. I place the very tip of my cock at your entrance; I move slowly and place the tip inside of you. We look into each others eyes, we do not need to say it, we both feel it, and I move my head down to the side of yours my palm caresses your face, I whisper, “I love you.” You say the same back to me as I slowly move all the way inside you. You are so warm inside; your body holds me just right. You adjust to my size and you tell me you are ok, I start to pull out; just the tip is inside you still as I pull your hand down to hold the vibrator.



My pace quickens so that my cock is moving in and out of your tight pussy faster and faster. We move to kiss each other, and my hand moves to around your neck, as I tell you how good you feel. My penis is thick and hard and you enjoy how it is moving inside you. You are in control of the vibrator and I hope that this will help you climax.



You wrap you legs around my body and place an arm around my neck, you tell me to go harder, I try to move faster and harder for you. I am getting close already, I have missed you for the week and I am in need of release. I am holding back but I fear that I am too close. You feel my body tense up and tell me to cum inside you, you said that you want to feel me inside of you. That throws me over the edge, I start to cum, my arms hold you tight and I move into you as far as I can, my body jerks, I kiss you and hold you until my body stops jerking around.



We hold each other and cuddle, we both need to shower. I leave to check the dinner as you clean up. I join you in the shower, I stand in front of you and step into the water jets, and we lean in to kiss each other. This is when you do something that surprises me, you move down my body as the water cascades down and you take my soft cock into your mouth. This is an instant turn on for me. You hold my hips and start to suck my cock into your mouth. You do this for about two minutes until my cock is nice and hard, then you let it pop out of your mouth, you get out of the shower and turn the water to cold!



You run away before I can spray you with the cold water…..



{Let me know what you think… should I write more?}

Many thanks to my editor TinCup6074 for his helpful comments and diligent editing. This story can be enjoyed by itself although it is the conclusion of Nurse Callaway Succumbs so it may be more enjoyable read as such.



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It was 3 weeks before Jackie’s plan began to move forward. She had been checking the nursing schedule every week and was acutely aware that she had become obsessed. She didn’t care. She was going to make damned sure that she didn’t miss her opportunity.



Since Jackie had started at Banner Hospital, her name regularly appeared on the list of nurses who were willing to pick up extra shifts around the hospital. Graduating from the from the nursing program at Boise State University the previous May, she wanted to pay off the student loans she had taken out as soon as possible. The scheduling nurse knew that Jackie could be called on to fill most any open shift on the med-surg floor. She had also picked up shifts in the O.R. and E.R. Ob/Gyn was the one place where she refused to work. Jackie wanted nothing to do with women in labor or babies.



Katie Callaway only signed up to cover shifts every so often and as soon as Jackie saw her name on the list her heart leapt. When she studied the list closer she noticed that Katie had volunteered for both day and night shifts. This was certainly good news.



When the new schedule was posted Jackie scanned it hoping to see Katie’s name. She was thrilled to see that Katie was finally assigned to a night shift “No fucking way?!?” Jackie thought. She couldn’t believe her luck.



The following week Katie was assigned to a night shift in the E.R. The second nurse on duty that night was one of Jackie’s friends. Well, “friend” may be too strong of a word. Lee Ann was definitely more than an acquaintance. but she and Jackie didn’t really pal around after work or anything. What it boiled down to was the Lee Ann was someone Jackie could convince to give up the shift. What made it perfect was that Katie was scheduled on a Sunday night, the slowest night in the hospital.



Jackie ran to catch up with Lee Ann, “Hey! Wait up!”



Lee Ann turned around, “Hey Jackie. How’s it going?”



They walked together, talking. Jackie asked about Lee Ann’s kids and Lee Ann asked how work was going. Finally, when they had caught up on recent events Jackie brought up the real reason for the visit.



“The real reason I came down here is to ask you favor.”



Lee Ann elbowed her in the arm, “Oooh. I see how it is. You didn’t just come down to say hi, huh?”



“Come on, you know I love you,” Jackie teased back. “My bed is a piece of shit. I have found a new one that I really like,” she lied easily. She didn’t feel bad or give it a second thought. There was something she wanted and lying would make it easier to get it. End of story. Jackie never pondered things such as morality, but if she did she would have argued that she was free to do as she wished and anyone who didn’t like it could fuck off and die (her most favorite saying).



“I am having RC Wiley deliver it tomorrow, but that means I will have to make a smaller payment on my loans next month and I would rather not do that if I don’t have to.” That part was true at least. “I was kind of hoping you would be willing to take a little vacation? Maybe a couple of days? You would really be helping me out Lee Ann,” she rushed on, making her case. “I saw on the schedule that you are on Sunday and Monday the 12th and 13th. I would be glad to work that Sunday. That would give you a three day weekend. If you wanted I could work Monday too. That would mean four days off! What do you say?”



Jackie was like a hawk. She moved in closer with each sentence. She had learned the art of peer pressure long ago, and now she worked her magic on Lee Ann Prote knowing she could get her to give up the Sunday quite easily. She didn’t really want to work Monday but she thought it made her sound more convincing. She knew that if her plan worked it would be worth it. If the scene unfolded like it had inside her head over the past 3 weeks she would have worked an extra week, hell, maybe even a month. That blonde bitch would be all hers.



“Mm-hm,” she said, waving her head side to side unconsciously.



“Dreaming of what you would do with four days off?” Lee Ann was looking at her with an amused grin.



Jackie chuckled, “You caught me.” She backed up a bit and asked her coworker, “So what do you think? Can I work your Sunday shift?”



“Can I get back to you tomorrow?” Lee Ann asked.



“Oh yeah,” Jackie answered. “That’s fine.”



“I will talk to Richard tonight and find out what he has going on next weekend. If that would make a hole in the budget he might not agree. I’m sure it won’t matter but he does all of the major bills and he knows where we are at financially a lot more than I do. I will talk to him and text you tomorrow to let you know. If he doesn’t have anything going on maybe we will drive up to Idaho and stay the weekend at my mom’s.”



“Thank you! Really, I mean it!” Jackie leaned in and gave Lee Ann a quick hug. At five-foot-nothing Jackie was dwarfed by Lee Ann who was five-foot-ten.



Lee Ann’s tit was not far from Jackie’s face and she suddenly pictured herself tonguing Lee Ann’s nipple. She had never been attracted to Lee Ann who was nearing forty and extremely overweight but having her big titties in her face had sparked her imagination. It wasn’t hard to do.



She must have had a strange expression on her face because Lee Ann asked, “What are you thinking about?”



Jackie had to suppress the urge to tell her the truth. She imagined the shocked look and gasp that Lee Ann would produce if she were to say, “Sucking on those big titties of yours.” She was wearing a big smile by then.



“What?” Lee Ann asked in a confused tone.



“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something that I heard on TV this morning. Did you know that in the 1830′s ketchup was sold as medicine?”



“Jackie, sometimes I wonder about you!” Lee Ann said, shaking her head.



Jackie thought, “If you only knew.” Aloud she said, “Let me know about the weekend as soon as you have an answer. Have a good day.”



“Thanks, lady. You too,” Lee Ann said to Jackie’s back. Jackie was already headed down the hall. She was off of work now and she had a hankering for Thai food.



It was a day and a half before Jackie heard from Lee Ann. She had gnawed her fingernails down to stubs. She kept thinking, “If she says no, I swear to God I am going to go down there to the E.R. and punch her in the face.”



Many of Jackie’s friends had to face this side of her personality sooner or later. It didn’t take them long to find out that she was completely self-absorbed. When she didn’t get her way she could become aggressive; if she felt the least bit of resistance standing in her way she would become obnoxious and eventually violent.



One of Jackie’s favorite past times involved humiliating men in a very specific way. Most Friday nights she could be found at one of four different bars in Boise. She would don one of her sexiest outfits, her favorite being black leather. For Jackie this screamed dark sensual thoughts. She would pull on her skin tight black leather pants, sans underwear. Jackie didn’t need all that frilly shit. In her opinion anything with lace should be tossed in the dumpster. Well, not exactly. If she pulled the pants off a woman to find silky, lacy panties she was apt to cream right there. On a lover it was sexy; in her own wardrobe it was unacceptable.



Over her black leather pants she would wear a belt usually one with large interlooping metal hoops. She had several tops that she wore on those Friday nights. The most recent addition had become her favorite. She had bought it online in the “street lingerie” section of a sexy clothing website.



It was a red, strapless corset with a black Japanese-style print; black branches with slender leaves. There were black smudges down the front where it came together with hook and eye closures and in random spots close to the edges. The back was laced with black ribbons. It had taken her an hour to get it laced up right the first time she wore it. She had no one to cinch her in so she had had to get the back laced just right and then she hooked it around the front. It had been a serious pain in the ass but when she stood in front of the full length mirror in her spare room, where she kept all of her “going out” clothes, she knew the time it had taken had been worth it. She had looked absolute stunning even without makeup.



Jackie knew she was beautiful. She could have gone out without putting on makeup and with her hair in total disarray, as it had been when she had looked in the mirror, and still have picked up most of the singles and half of the not-so-singles. She hardly wore more than eyeliner to work and she was ogled there at least a hundred times a shift. Sometimes it was exhausting. But most the time it made her feel powerful, like all the world was waiting to be used.



On those Friday nights when she made her way down to the bar she would sip Scotch on the rocks and dance until she felt like collapsing. She would generally choose one or two guys out of the vast crowd to draw into her web. The ones with too-gorgeous smiles or those that walked around like their shit didn’t stink. She would begin with a shy smile and a flutter of eyelashes. After a bit she would dance into their line of sight and then remain there making direct eye contact while she moved her body to the sound of the music. She would run her hands over her slight curves and then close her eyes and put her head back keeping time with her hips. After several minutes of this she would turn and dance her way into the crowd. Most times this was all it took. The guy would search her out and invite themselves to rub up against her body. She would play the part all night; dancing dirty, whispering in his ear, hanging on his every word.



As the night grew late she would begin to relish his demise. For Jackie it had become a ritual. She would lean in and kiss the unknowing schmuck. It was always a gentle kiss, the sultry kind that meant sex was in the immediate future. Then she would reach down and grab a handful of cock. No matter what she found there her response was always the same.



She would back up and give him a reproachful look and then she would shout at the top of her lungs, “You call that a dick?!?” With that she would scoff, turn around and stride from the bar leaving the unlucky man and those in close proximity to him to stare after her.



Lee Ann texted her on Tuesday morning as Jackie arrived at the gym, “Sun is urs. Mon 2 if u want it.”



Jackie replied, “Nah keep Mon…I owe you!”



She was ecstatic. She had Katie in her cross hairs. Jackie skipped into the gym, happier than she had been in a very long time.



When Sunday finally rolled around Jackie was a bundle of nerves. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt like this. She wondered if she had ever been this nervous. “Pull yourself together and stop being such a fucking pussy!” she told herself in a stern voice.



She laced up her black bustier, she had never thought she would be wearing this thing to work, and then pulled on a black scrub top. It had a mock wrap look with edges that were trimmed in hot pink. She rummaged in the drawer and finally found the hot pink scrub bottoms that she rarely wore. This was a very special occasion and she was determined to dress for it.



Her little pep talk had worked. She was not a pussy and she was not going to act like one. Jackie didn’t care if she ended up getting caught carrying out her plan—making her mind up to that had taken care of most of the nerves—she wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything. Katie Callaway would never know what hit her.



Her shift crept along at a snail’s pace. Jackie would look up at the clock to see that only 10 minutes had passed when she was sure it had been at least 30. When she was certain she would go crazy waiting for her chance to approach Katie she decided to organize the supply closet. She was trying to avoid her prey as much as possible. She was afraid that Katie would see the hunger in her eyes or feel the power of Jackie’s lust if she spent more than a few minutes in her presence.



Time seemed to speed up considerably when she had gone to work putting things into their proper place and finally 4 a.m. had arrived. The E.R. was as quiet as ever and Jackie watched as Katie typed something into the computer. If she was going to take her break now would be the time. Jackie was pretending to look for something in a supply cabinet when she realized she should probably get the audio ready for her confrontation with Katie.



“Hey Steph, I am going to grab some coffee. I will be back in a bit,” Jackie heard Katie tell the ward clerk.



Jackie watched Katie head toward the break room and followed her.



“I would have never taken you for such a slut Katie,” Jackie said quietly from just inside the doorway.



Katie turned around. “What?” she asked with a look of complete surprise on her face.



Jackie smiled. This was going to be so much fun. “You heard me,” she said, stepping from the shadows.



“What I meant to say was, what are you talking about?” Katie said, narrowing her eyes.



“Oh come on Katie, don’t play dumb. It really doesn’t suit you. You are a slut and we both know it. What I want to know is what you are willing to do to keep this information quiet,” Jackie spoke with a firm tone. She did not want Katie to have any doubt that she meant business.



Jackie may have been a small woman but at that moment she was commanding all of Katie’s attention.



“What in the fuck? What does she know?” Katie’s head spun with all of her most recent sexual encounters before settling on Walt. It had been Jackie that had come into Walt’s room as she had been dressing. “Oh my god! Did she hear us?”



Katie tried to sound confident, “What information? I can’t think of what you would be talking about.”



Jackie smiled, “So that’s how this is going to go, huh? Okay, Katie, we’ll play it your way.” Her tone had become patronizing and she began to look for something on her phone.



Katie’s heart sank, “She has evidence. Oh Jesus, I am going to lose my job.”



Jackie found the sound file quickly but acted like she was still looking for it for a few seconds longer, hoping that it was having the effect on Katie that she wanted it to. Finally she played the file.



There was rustling and inaudible murmuring and then something that could have been moans. Then Katie heard her own voice,



“Dammit, Walt! Fuck me!”



Jackie felt a wave of triumph as all of the color drained out of Katie’s face. Jackie had listened to this recording at least a hundred times and that part never failed to get a rise out of her. This time was no different except standing here looking at Katie it wasn’t lust she felt, it was victory. The file continued to play. There was more muffled rustling and a long silence when Katie’s moans filled the speaker. Jackie turned it up and rewound it a bit.



“This part is good,” she said, looking at Katie and smiling.



“Uh! Ah… Oh, God, that’s good!”



Katie was horrified to feel butterflies tickle her stomach. “Am I honestly getting tuned on at a time like this!? Fuck!” She tried to break the silence as the file played on. “Jackie—” Jackie put up her hand, “Here it comes.”



“Ah. Ah. Ah.” Katie’s moans filled the tiny room.



“She’s actually blushing!” Jackie noticed with glee.



“Shut it off,” Katie said softly. “Please. Just turn it off,” she turned from Jackie and rested her elbows on the counter. She swore under her breath and lowered her head onto her arms. “Why did I let him talk me into that?”



“Aw, come on Katie-girl, it’s not that bad,” Jackie said. Consciously using the words she had heard that old fuck use to try and calm Katie down on the day she was cursing. Katie sunk lower into her arms, “Jackie had been there the whole time.”



“I guess now you believe me, huh?” Jackie asked cheerfully as she stopped the playback and pocketed her phone in the front of her scrubs.



She waited. She knew Katie was probably berating herself for being such a fucking idiot. “Good, she should feel bad. How dumb could she have been?”



Katie kept her head buried as she asked, “What do you want Jackie?”



“It fairly simple really. I want you,” Jackie stated matter-of-factly



Katie stood up. “What are you talking about?” she asked with a growing sense of dread.



“There you go, playing dumb again,” Jackie sighed. “I am sure you know I am a dyke. I like chicks. Everyone in the hospital knows this. I haven’t really tried to hide it and this place is a total fucking rumor mill so I am sure you have heard.” Jackie shifted her weight. “We both know it’s not like I go around wearing a rainbow on my arm or anything so I am not sure where it started. I don’t really mind. I am not ashamed of it. I have fantasized about licking your box since our first or second shift together. Now I can and believe you me I cannot fucking wait!” Jackie moved toward Katie.



Katie shrunk back into the counter



“You can’t be serious! I don’t like girls, Jackie! That should be pretty obvious. There’s got to be something else you want,” Katie was stunned. There was no way she was letting this bitch anywhere near her body. She would fucking quit before that happened.



Jackie moved closer still. Smiling a knowing smile she said, “Look, if you want everybody to know that you fucked a patient during your shift that’s fine-and-dandy with me. I don’t really give a shit. It would be just as fun to email this file to every person working at this hospital and to give a copy directly to the Director of Nurses. As a ‘stellar nurse’ here at Banner I am sure it would be taken in all seriousness. In the interest of the patients and all.” Sarcasm dripped from the end of her last sentence. Katie felt sick.



“It’s up to you Katie. Your choice. Everyone knows what you did or I make your pussy my play thing for an hour or two. You choose,” Jackie was on a roll. There was nothing better than blackmail. She was euphoric. Her prey was caught and it felt fantastic!



“You fucking bitch,” Katie whispered. “You can go fuck yourself!” She moved to leave the break room and Jackie grabbed her arm. She yanked it free. “Get the fuck off me!” her eyes flashed anger, but Jackie knew it for what it was, fear. Katie had been caught and she didn’t like it one bit.



“Listen up girlie. You will meet me in the lounge on the 2nd floor right after our shift is over today. I will be there at 7:30. If you are not there by, say, 7:45 I will send this to every single fucking person that works at this hospital. That’s right, every email. I am talking maids, janitors, even the people that work in the fucking cafeteria are going to hear you begging that old fart to fuck you,” she spoke in a deliberate even tone. “Like I said Katie, you choose.” She turned around and left the break room. She felt like jumping up and down. She wanted to run down the hall whooping and yelling “I did it! I fucking did it!”



Instead she walked calmly to the nurse’s station, logged onto InSync and began to chart her movements for the last couple of hours.



When 6:30 finally rolled around Jackie was strung as high as a kite. She had played out how things had gone with Katie for the first hour and then plotted what she was going to do in the lounge for the last two. She knew how it was going to go—provided Katie showed up—and she was so horny she could hardly keep her hands out of her pants. In the last hour she had talked herself out of going into the bathroom and masturbating twice. She wanted to be frustrated when she got to the lounge. She wanted to take it out on Katie. Jackie was not a patient person and she hoped that Katie didn’t make this harder than it had to be.

The time had finally come. Jackie went into the break room and took her jacket from the extra locker that “floaters” used. She put her phone in the outside pocket of her backpack and then slung the pack across her back. As she headed toward the elevator she saw Katie slip into the break room. She resisted the urge to call after her. It was her choice; she would let her make it.



The lounge on the 2nd floor was rarely used. Jackie wasn’t sure it was ever used. She had been brought here by a female doctor her first week at work. That was what made her so confident she and Katie would never be found here. She had been shocked when Dr. Woodard had asked if she wanted to fuck. She had said it just like that too.



They had been leaving a patient’s room when she had leaned over and whispered, “Hey nurse, wanna fuck?” Jackie had almost fallen over. She had looked up at the doctor with wide eyes and said, “Sure.”



After her shift had ended she had gotten on the elevator still wondering what the doctor had meant. Just then she had appeared out of nowhere and stepped into the elevator. She had reached out and pushed the button for the second floor and said, “Going down?”



Jackie had nodded. And had she ever. That had been one of the best times she had ever had with a woman. Dr. Woodard, which she had made Jackie call her, had brought along a bag of tricks that had wowed Jackie into multiple orgasms.



“Shit! Maybe I should have brought something!” Jackie thought. She shook her head. No, it was better that she hadn’t.



She stepped inside the lounge and shut the door behind her.



To say that Katie was freaking out would be an understatement. She was out of her mind trying to figure out what she was going to do. Twice she had gone to the bathroom thinking she was about to puke. Instead she had sat on the toilet mentally flogging herself for being so damn stupid. She had come to the conclusion that she only had one choice. She wished she had more time, more time to come up with a plan to get that little bitch off her back. “Did she follow me? How could she have known?”



Katie understood it didn’t matter how Jackie knew; what mattered is that she knew and there was no taking it back. Katie grabbed her lunch box off the shelf in the break room and headed out to meet the devil.



When she got to the 2nd floor she realized she had no idea where the lounge was. She panicked. Then she looked at her watch and saw that she still had five minutes and forced herself to calm down. She turned left and walked down the hallway reading aloud the nameplates by each door, “Dr. Anastasia Krump, Dr. Craig Reynolds, Dr. George Amberson, Dr. Kevin Sterling. Come on!” She realized she was most of the way down the hall. “They aren’t going to put a lounge down here,” she thought.



Katie turned around and went back to the elevators. She was starting to sweat. Then she noticed a directory sign. She quickly scanned the list. “There is no lounge!” Her imagination went wild, “She tricked me!”



Jackie stepped out of the lounge and looked down the hallway. She saw Katie standing in front of the floor directory and called to her, “down here.” Jackie wasn’t at all worried about being spotted. That was the good thing about being a nurse, people assumed that no matter where you were in a hospital that you belonged there. She knew they were cutting it close, however, because the nurses and doctors that worked in these suites would be showing up at any time. That thought prompted her to tell Katie to hurry up.



Katie stepped in and Jackie shut the door behind her. There was no lock or she certainly would have engaged it.



“Jackie I can’t do what you want me to do. I am not attracted to women. I just don’t want to,” she rushed on, “I have about $5,000 in savings, it’s yours. Please just don’t make me do this.”



This was not something Jackie had expected. She thought she had played out every possibly scenario, but this? No, she hadn’t thought of this. “A counter bribe! That’s fucking priceless!” Jackie thought.



“Come on. Sit down,” Jackie said as she sat on the couch where she had had her own 2nd floor experience.



“No. I don’t want to sit down. I want you to tell me what you want so I can get the fuck out of here!” Katie crossed her arms and glowered at Jackie.



Jackie spoke softly, as to a child, “I already told you what I want. Katie, I am only going to tell you this once. I am not a patient person. I don’t want your fucking money. I want you to come over here and sit down on this couch.”



Katie closed her eyes. “God, I can’t do this. I can’t!” But she went to the couch nevertheless.



She perched on the opposite end from Jackie and put her head in her hands. Jackie scooted closer. Using the most calming voice she could muster she said, “If I could turn out the lights I would. I am sure that would make it easier on you, but there aren’t any switches. I know, I’ve looked.” She was hoping her soothing voice would work. She didn’t feel sympathy for Katie, not really. Jackie knew that Katie had gotten herself into this mess.



Katie sat staring down at the coffee table in front of her. The room was decorated in the usual nondescript hospital style. There were large framed watercolors on the off white walls and brown Berber carpet covered the floor. The sofa they sat on was mauve with small white dots patterned across it. On one end sat an end table with pamphlets about health conditions ranging from heart disease to AIDS. There were two silk potted plants in the small room and they looked as if they hadn’t been dusted in six months or more.



Jackie got up on her knee and scooted closer to Katie. Katie felt her move and she squeezed her eyes closed. She screamed inside, “I won’t do this! I can’t!”



Jackie put her hand on Katie’s back and felt her cringe. Jackie felt anger rise in her chest and she lashed out with her words, “Listen, I am not going to fucking play this all day! If you won’t give me what I want, get up and leave and let’s be done with it!”



“I don’t know what to do Jackie. I don’t want to do this, but I want to keep my job,” as Katie spoke she could feel herself becoming resigned to the inevitable. It made her sick. She took a deep breath and said, “What do I have to do? If you want me to eat you out we might as well end this now. I am not doing it. I don’t even think I can kiss you.”



Jackie smiled, she knew she had won. “I am not going to make you kiss me. Once you have relaxed I might make you to touch me but for right now I don’t want you to do anything. I will do it all. She reached down and slipped off Katie’s shoes. She set them aside.



Katie sat up slowly. She couldn’t think about what she was about to do. She tried to concentrate on what she was saving by giving in to Jackie’s demands. She could save her pride, she could keep her job. She went down the list one by one hoping this would make her feel better. A positive distraction.



“Stand up,” Jackie said softly. Katie kept her eyes closed tight and did as she was instructed. Jackie stayed seated on the couch and placed her hands on the backs of Katie’s thighs, steering her out in front of where she was sitting. Jackie reached up and untied Katie’s purple scrub pants and pulled them down. Katie didn’t move.



Katie’s long legs ended in purple lace panties. They looked similar to boy shorts. They hugged her hips and Jackie was sure they were from Victoria’s Secret. She had had a girlfriend a couple of years ago that wore nothing but Victoria’s Secret underwear and bras. Those with shiny lace had been her favorite kind of panties. If Jackie remembered correctly they were called “Lacies” and they showed just the right amount of ass.



“Turn around,” she all but whispered.



Katie stood motionless. Jackie grabbed the back of her thigh again and pulled her to the right. “Turn around,” she said more forcefully. Katie turned. Her eyes were still closed and she had her arms pulled tight against her chest. When she was facing the opposite direction Jackie stopped her with a gentle squeeze to her thigh.



Jackie was mesmerized. Katie’s skin was lightly tanned and silky smooth. The bottom of each ass cheek peeked from the bottom of her lacy panties. Jackie reached around Katie and pushed the table out away from the couch a few inches and then leaned around the other side and pushed it out the rest of the way. She took hold of both of Katie’s thighs and gave her a nudge forward.



“Put your palms on the table Katie,” Jackie was full of lust. She had wanted to do this for so long she could hardly believe that she was finally here. When Katie leaned forward her pert little ass stuck out towards the ceiling. Her pussy was positioned above Jackie’s face but her legs were squeezed shut.



“We will have to change that,” Jackie thought as she imagined what lay beneath the purple cloth. She slipped her hand between Katie’s calves.



Jackie turned her hand trying to spread Katie’s legs apart. She didn’t move. “Katie, open your legs. Like you did for Walt,” Jackie said. Katie stepped out with her right leg about six inches. Jackie ran her hand up along the inside of her left thigh and applied pressure, “farther,” she said. Katie stepped out a bit more



“A little bit more,” Jackie coaxed. Jackie could feel her own heart beat between her legs as her pussy became engorged with blood. She reached up between Katie’s legs and rubbed the place where Katie’s clit lay, below the lace. Katie drew a sharp breath. Jackie scooted forward and perched on the edge of the couch. She slipped her finger under the edge of Katie’s lacy panties and squeezed her ass, rubbing gently up and down. “How are you doing?” she asked Katie.



“I’m fine,” Katie responded. “Can’t you hurry up?”



“Nope. Sorry but good things come to those who wait.” She was hoping that by drawing out the inevitable she could get Katie to move from a place of thinking to a place of feeling so that perhaps she could forget Jackie’s gender and instead focus on the pleasure she was giving her.



She wrapped her hand around the crotch of Katie’s panties and moved it up and down. On the second down stroke her knuckles brushed Katie’s outer lips and Katie instinctively widened her stance. “Now we are getting somewhere,” Jackie thought.



Jackie would have loved to keep Katie in this position but she wanted to see her tits. She couldn’t have both. She stood up. Katie was almost knocked off balance when Jackie stood behind her. Jackie did not want to give her time to clam up again so she pulled her underwear off in a quick motion, took her arm and sat her down. Jackie took the bottom of Katie’s pink scrub top in her hand and pulled it up and over her head.



Katie wore a matching purple bra that Jackie wanted her out of immediately. Jackie could feel that her own pussy had become sloppy wet. She didn’t want to touch it because she knew that once she did she wouldn’t be able to stop. She reached out to unclasp Katie’s bra and stopped.



“Take it off,” Jackie said. She hadn’t really made Katie pay for her mistake in the hospital and now that there was no turning back, Jackie wanted her to be a participant of this fantasy.



Katie didn’t even try to protest. Her eyes were open and she was sitting on the edge of the sofa. She reached back, unclasped the bra and let it fall to the floor. She kept her eyes pointed at the floor. Jackie reached out and tweaked her nipple. Katie closed her eyes again.



Jackie pushed her back against the couch. Katie held her body rigid. She lay back against the arm of the couch and kept her arms tight against her sides. Seeing her like this made Jackie wish she had brought a dildo. Katie was used to being fucked and at that moment Jackie would have loved to oblige her. Instead she grabbed Katie’s legs and swung them around onto the couch. She caught a glimpse of Katie’s pussy. It was shaved clean. Jackie felt a lightning bolt in her stomach. She loved pussy more than anything in the entire world and shaved pussy was the blue ribbon of pussy.



Katie kept her legs squeezed together. She knew something bad was coming. She was stark naked, nothing between her and this fucking dyke. She tried to clear her mind of anything but one phrase kept repeating in her mind, “please let this be over, please let this be over…”



Katie’s breasts were perfect. Jackie guessed she probably wore a C-cup and she liked the just-right size of Katie’s nipples. She sat on the edge of the sofa next to Katie and reached out, taking one mound into each hand. She used her thumb to tease each nipple as she caressed the flesh. Katie licked her lips.



“Does that feel good?” Jackie asked.



Katie didn’t respond. “How ’bout this?” Jackie questioned and then leaned over her body and took one nipple into her mouth. She flicked her pierced tongue across the hardened nub several times. Then she sucked it into her mouth. As she moved to the right she rolled the still wet nipple in her left hand and then squeezed it lightly. She put the right nipple into her mouth and drew her teeth across it. She felt Katie move and she opened her eyes. She sat up, continuing to massage her tit and she saw that Katie had made a tight fist with her right hand.



“Uh-huh. I thought you might like that,” Jackie smiled and bent down. She sucked the right nipple and ran her hand across Katie’s flat stomach. Jackie decided it was time to get serious. She kissed her way down the middle of Katie’s abdomen as she hooked her arm under Katie’s right knee. She pulled her leg up until it was bent and then pressed it against the back of the couch. She sat back and admired Katie’s pretty pussy.



Katie’s eyes were shut tightly when Jackie looked up. She watched Katie’s face as she parted her labia and rubbed her finger around inside. Katie’s mouth opened but no sound escaped.



Jackie used her thumb to rub Katie’s clit until she heard the slightest moan. As if she had betrayed herself, Katie bit her lip no sooner than she emitted the noise.



Jackie took that as her signal. She pushed Katie’s left leg off the couch and moved her face in towards Katie crotch. When her mouth was mere centimeters from her sex she pursed her lips and blew lightly on Katie’s lightly parted lips. Katie lifted her ass off the couch a tiny bit. Not so much as pushing her pussy into Jackie’s face as she was offering it up to her.



Jackie bucked her own hips slightly, feeling so horny she thought she might burst. Leaning forward, she dipped her tongue between Katie’s outer lips and found her clit. She pressed her tongue into it and jogged it up and down. Katie gasped. Jackie took her thumb and entered Katie’s hole. It was good and wet and Jackie was once again sorry that she didn’t have something bigger to probe her with. As Katie’s pussy beckoned to her, she removed her thumb and pushed two fingers in slowly. Katie flexed her pussy walls and Jackie jabbed her hard while she continued to assault her clit with her tongue. She sucked on it, bobbing her mouth up and down keeping rhythm with her finger fucking.



Katie moaned. She couldn’t help it. Jackie’s mouth felt so good on her swollen cunt. She would have never imagined that she would be so aroused by a woman. She wanted to lift her hips toward Jackie again but she was afraid. She still didn’t want to do this. Having sex with a woman went against everything Katie knew yet she was powerless to stop it. She was no longer an unwilling participant and that scared the shit out of her.



Just then Jackie added two more fingers and Katie’s fear was no longer enough to stop her. She flexed her butt cheeks up toward Jackie and held her pussy there. She tried to squeeze Jackie’s fingers; she wanted them deeper inside of her.



Katie was confused when she heard Jackie start to make a buzzing sound with her mouth. Suddenly she felt the slightest vibration on her clit and understood. It felt amazing!



Jackie used her left hand to spread Katie’s pussy lips wide open, exposing her clit as she slowed the pace of the fingers she was using to fuck Katie with. She buzzed Katie’s clit several times with her mouth and then sucked on it hard before she removed her fingers from Katie’s dripping hole. Using her right hand Jackie used Katie’s wetness to rub her clit at a quickened pace.



“Ahhhhh!” Katie was no longer worried about whether or not she would have to touch Jackie’s body. She was in the grip of a rolling orgasm. Her leg jerked and she bucked against Jackie’s hand. Jackie bent her mouth back down to Katie’s pussy and covered her clit. She slid both hands under Katie’s ass and held her throbbing sex to her mouth sucking while she jiggled her head side to side.



Katie howled. “Oh, oh, oh, oh no. No don’t!” she reached down and tried to push Jackie’s mouth away but she couldn’t. Her back arched and she came again. This time she could feel her toes curl as she squeezed Jackie’s head between her knees. She was using her legs to push Jackie’s face towards her twat as she moved them up and down grinding Jackie’s face into her.



Jackie was in heaven. She didn’t care that she couldn’t breathe or that her head felt like it would pop from the pressure. She had just given Nurse Callaway, not one but two trembling orgasms. She was actually pulling her in towards her. This was better than anything she had imagined!



Jackie still had Katie’s ass in her hands and she pushed it gently hoping to get Katie to let up a little bit on her head.



“Oh, woops!” Katie said. She released her legs and blushed deeply.



Jackie sat up and leaned back against the sofa breathing heavily. She looked as if she had just eaten a glazed donut. A very messy one.



Katie put her legs together and lay on her side. Her breathing had returned to a semi-normal state but her body was still trembling and her heart pounding. Her mind was blown, she couldn’t move or think.



Jackie looked down and saw that Katie’s juices were leaking out onto the sofa. She smiled and dipped a finger into her spent pussy. Katie whimpered. She couldn’t move. Jackie wiggled her finger around and withdrew it before sticking it in her mouth slowly sucking the wetness from her index finger.



Her own scrubs were probably soaked through. She was still so horny she wasn’t sure she would be able to make it home without rubbing out her own orgasm. Perhaps she could get Katie to help her. It was doubtful. Once the endorphins wore off Katie was apt to go running for the hills.



Jackie stood up. It startled Katie and she looked up. Jackie saw that she had better hurry if she had any chance of getting Katie to reciprocate. The glazed look was already starting to wear off.



She knelt by Katie’s mouth. Katie’s eyes were closed and she barely opened them when Jackie put a hand to her cheek. She rubbed her palm gently against her cheekbone and then lightly trailed a finger down her jawbone to her neck. She leaned in a kissed her. Jackie was surprised that Katie took her tongue willingly. She kissed her back with something like curiosity and smiled when Jackie lightly nibbled her lip.



Jackie slipped her hand down below her waistband and began playing with her pussy. She wanted to come so badly. She closed her eyes and imagined Katie’s mouth on her body. She sat up on her knees and spread her legs.



“Hand me my purse,” Katie whispered.



Jackie was confused, “What? What for?”



“Just hand me my purse. Over there,” she gestured. “It’s on the end…,” she trailed off and pointed.



Jackie withdrew her hand, annoyed and gave Katie her bag. She watched as Katie dug around in the inner recesses and finally she pulled out a lipstick. Jackie looked at her with reproach.



“Honestly? You’re going to put on lipstick?”



Katie smiled and took off the top. But that wasn’t precisely right; the top didn’t come off it just extended. “Come here,” Katie beckoned. She twisted the little tube and Jackie heard it whir into life.

SMACK! What the HELL?



I am instantly wide awake but totally and thoroughly disoriented, my entire body in fight / flight mode as I see my husband’s waist at the side of our bed just before he places a mask over my eyes and I feel the sheets being yanked down and a pair of hands (not his?) grab my ankles and pull my legs down and apart while he pins my right arm with and I feel cuffs go around my ankles. My husband, Ricky, is now straddling my back and as I open my mouth to ask what in the Hell is going on, he places a small O gag in my mouth. As usual, I am lying on my stomach with my left arm pinned slightly under my body. As I struggle to release my left arm, to see what I can do about the mask and the gag, he takes my arm out from under me and I feel the cuff go around my left wrist as he stretches out my arm while getting off of me while the other person does the same to my right wrist. What The Hell?.



And so, it begins.



As I lift my head up, still thinking somehow that I am going to resist Whatever is happening to me, I feel another soft headband go around my eyes and as it is adjusted, I hear the music playing. Then, a pillow goes under my hips, raising my ass in the air, and I hear Ricky’s voice, in a weirdly disembodied way, on the headset as he starts to explain, partially, what I am about to experience.



“Well, Annie, I decided the time for talking about this was over and now it is time to see how submissive you really can be.”



Under my mask, my eyes are wide. I can’t talk, I can’t move, and I know there is (was?) another person in the room — the one who grabbed my ankles. What on earth is going on? We certainly have never discussed Anything like this. We have been together for six years, married for almost four and while we had played around with what I call “light BDSM” — what was happening now was clearly way over the top of anything we had ever role-played, discussed, or teased about. I am stunned.



My mind is in overdrive, and so is my body and my breathing. What day is it? Oh my god, it is Tuesday, a work day. I have three meetings scheduled. I have to pee. Who is the other person in the room? How are the kids going to get to school? What time is it? So many questions going rapid fire through my brain and I have no way to ask them or get them answered. I start to breathe rapidly and shallowly. The music is pounding in my ears, and other than the one sentence, I have no explanation and I have no idea what is about to happen.



A few minutes pass and I am well and truly entering panic mode. The next thing out of his mouth shocks me. “Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when I asked you to start sleeping completely naked and you told me you would? And then you did, for a few nights. And yet the last week or so you’ve been getting up at some point and putting your panties on. That does not make me happy. And so, you will be punished for that.”



What on earth is he Talking about? Punished? Agreements? I can sleep however I damn well want to and he knows I am not keen on sleeping naked. WHACK! OH MY god, did he just SPANK me? I just now realize that there are no pillows on the bed and I don’t feel the comforter or the sheet. I am laying face down, in my own bed, with my ankles cuffed and legs spread apart, with no idea how they are attached, with a pillow under my hips, ass in the air (with what he calls “grandma panties” on) with my arms straight off to the sides, wrists cuffed and bound. I am blindfolded, gagged (which is causing me to drool a bit — why is this the thing that is bothering me the most), and I can’t hear anything except this music (wait, what is this, Enigma? No, it’s some other deep base techno-house sounding stuff I am not wild about but that I know he likes), and Ricky’s voice.



Every fiber in my body is awake, alert and I do not believe this, but I am wet, and I mean really wet — I can feel the crotch of my panties.



I am slightly scared, definitely surprised, pissed, and totally confused.



A few seconds (minutes?) pass and I am wondering what is going to happen to me. Ricky knows my “spanking” fantasy, or at least a small part of it, but I’ve never been brave enough to tell him all of it, even though he has asked. It’s almost as if he is reading my mind, because at that moment, he hits my ass with what feels like an actual round paddle, the kind they used to use in school. He hits me twice, once on each side. The force he uses makes me groan.



“Ok Annie, now that I have your complete and undivided attention, I am going to tell you a few things. First, I have the video camera set up. You will watch all of this later, at a time of my choosing.”



He lets that sink in for a few seconds, and hits me again — although this time not as hard. What?? He knows I do NOT like the idea of being filmed or photographed in any way. The one time he tried this before I was not happy and he knew it — even though he said it turned him on, I was not pleased.



“Second, I meant it when I said I want you sleeping naked.” At this point he rips the ‘grandma panties’ off and discovers just how wet I am, which amuses him — I hear it in his chuckle and seems to fuel him. Suddenly I feel the crotch of my panties held over my nose for a few seconds.



“ah… smell that. I know you are probably seven kinds of pissed right now, but your body tells me you are also aroused. Good.”



And then the spanking starts again. I can’t talk, I can’t see, and I have No idea if there is still another person in the room — who the hell is that Anyway? He slowly and very deliberately starts to count. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Six. (I will later realize this is once for each day I didn’t sleep naked) Ouch — son of a bitch — this hurts. Why am I so damn wet?



And then, nothing, except the music. I feel a warm towel draped over my shoulders and back and the sheet is draped over my legs. My ass is left bare and in the air.



And, then his voice,



“I am going to leave for a while now. I am going to take the kids to school and you are going to stay here, like this. The camera is rolling. You Will Not Leave this bed. The other person, whose hands you felt earlier, is still here, and you will be watched until I return.”



What the Fuck? I am starting to get angry, and still not sure if this is happening, or if it is a dream. The next thing that happens lets me know I am most definitely not dreaming.



Ricky puts a vibrator inside me, turns it to low (I think? This is a new thing — I’ve never felt anything like it — it’s slick, and very heavy) and I can feel warm lubricant on my ass. I know the shape of the glass butterfly butt plug that I bought as a joke (and have never used, I didn’t even know he knew I had it in the toy bag) and I quickly realize that is what he has just put in me.



I am beyond astounded at this point. And then he wraps the black bondage tape that he likes around my waist and between my legs and adjusts the pillow under my hips. I want to squirm away, but there is no way I can and when I try, he pinches me, pretty hard and lays the paddle on the back of my leg (a warning?!)



“That will keep you busy. Enjoy. When I return, I will tell you how you will use a safeword, or actually gesture, since you can’t and won’t be allowed to, talk, during this scene. I have already called your secretary and informed her that you have laryngitis and won’t be in today. Please think about what will happen when I return.”



I think my husband has just stepped it up a notch in playtime.

When I first met Missy, I knew that she was the perfect person for me. She is of average height, medium length brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, big boobs, a slim waist, a perfectly round ass, and seemingly endless legs. I saw her bend over in her shorty-shorts. Her top was teeny-tiny and her tits were almost spilling out of it. My twat started tingling. I thought about all the things I could and would do to her. I just had to get close to her first.



I walked over to her and asked if I could by her a drink. She laughed and said no because she was working. She was the bartender. I said I would wait until she was done working. Missy spent the rest of that night glancing over at me; flirting with me. That was the beginning of our amazing relationship. We had so much in common and we are both bi-sexual. This led to some very fun times.



“Missy, can I ask you something?” I ask her randomly one day.



“Of course Lilly,” she replies.



“How do you feel about bondage?” She looks up from her book and thinks for a moment.



“I think it would be hot and sexy. Why do you ask babe?”



“I ask because I have a really kinky idea.” This intrigued her greatly.



“Could you tell me more about it?”



“No sweetie. I would like this to be a surprise.” I smile seductively at her.



Missy began to bug me about my kinky sex idea. I was very mum about the whole thing. I let her know that she would be the center of attention. I also let her know that we would be having company. She was so excited, her pussy was dripping wet. After a week, I told her that the time was finally upon us.



I left work early one day, so I could set everything up. When she arrived home, I was waiting with our two male friends Randy and Craig.



“What is the plan for tonight Lilly?”



“You will see soon enough babe.” I take her hand and lead her to our bedroom. Randy and Craig follow behind us. I have her stand at the end of the bed and I start stripping her down slowly.



“You have to go along with everything that happens. It is very important you do not resist.” She nods in agreement.



Once she is naked, I lay her down on the bed so both her arms and her legs dangled off. Then, I handcuffed her hands above her head. I then put a gag over her mouth to muffle the cries I knew she would make. I kissed down her body, running my tongue around her nipples. I gently twisted them between my fingers. She moaned in pleasure. I kept twisting them harder and harder to make her moan more. I glance over at Randy and Craig. They’re getting noticeably aroused. I finished my way down her body, stopping just before her clit. I then reached over and grabbed the vibrator off of the night stand. I held it on her clit. Missy began to squirm and moan. I look over at the boys. They both have their cocks out and are stroking them.



“You’re doing very nicely so far,” I tell Missy with a smile. She nods back because she is very preoccupied with the feeling of the vibrator.



I lower the vibrator to her pussy lips and slide it inside her. She is so wet already that it slides in with ease. I then motion for the boys to join us. At this point, they have stripped naked and are fully erect. I roll Missy on her stomach and pull the vibrator out some. I instruct her to fuck the vibrator. She complies vigorously. After a few minutes, I slide it back into her. She moans. I take the gag off her mouth and make it into a blindfold. I then instruct her to open her mouth. Randy begins to mouth fuck her. She takes him in her mouth as far as she can. After a few minutes, he pulls out of her mouth. He is immediately replaced by Craig. Randy walks around the bed and positions himself behind her. He then process to slowly start probing her ass. Missy’s face looks to be in shock over the sudden intrusion, but she quickly adjusts to Randy’s dick. I stand back and watch her suck a guy while taking it up the ass. She seemed to be constantly coming. At this point, I remove the vibrator. Both Craig and Randy pull out, and wait for my instructions. I pull Missy off the bed and then had Craig lay down. I then sat Missy down on his erect penis so he could fuck her tight, perfect ass. Then Randy got in front of her and slid into her pussy. She moaned so loud because she came right then and there. I gagged her again and had her play with my tits. It was so erotic.



Randy was the first to blow his load. Then it was Craig. Missy was laid on the bed; her wrists unbound and her gag removed. She was overly spent. The guys got dressed and I saw them out. When I got back to the room, Missy was almost asleep. I cuddled next to her.



“Lilly,” she turned to me and said.



“Yes, baby?”



“Lets do that again next week.” Then she rolled over and fell asleep. I laid there with a smile on my face until I too fell asleep.

I’ve never paid much attention to clichés, such as “breaking up is hard to do.” Maybe I should have.



When I was a sophomore in a local university I was dating a guy, his name was Evan, who was handsome and smart but had two big drawbacks. The first, and worst for a “wild child” like me, was that he was a bore when it came to sex. No imagination, no playfulness, no experimentation, nothing the least bit kinky.



The second was that he seemed to prefer the company of his three male “best buddies” to mine. Not that he or they were gay, or anything, but they liked to do guy things together. It wasn’t that I didn’t like his friends. They were cute and polite; I guess I was just jealous of the time he spent with them. I asked him why they didn’t have steady girlfriends themselves and he always gave me the same answer: “They haven’t found anyone that is as awesome as you are, Jill, and they’re not settling for anything less.” I didn’t really believe it but of course I liked hearing it.



Anyway, I had told Evan a number of times that he needed to get more “into” it during sex and gave him not-too-subtle hints about things that he could do to me, and even directed him to some racy websites, but without much success. I was bored.



We went to a football game one Saturday and then back to his apartment. As we were having a drink I was contemplating exactly how I was going to break it off with him that night without having to tell him that it was because he was way too lackluster sexually. As my mind was mulling that over trying to find the right words out of the corner of my eye I noticed that he seemed to be fiddling around with something on the other side of the coffee table.



“What are you doing, Evan?” I naively asked.



“Well, Jill, there is something I need to reattach to this side of the coffee table and I’m not having much luck. Can you help?”



“I guess; what should I do?”



“I know that this is weird but I think it will put you in the best position to help; could you kneel d



own on that side of the table and reach over and I’ll show you what I want you to hold.”



“Will you get me another drink as soon as I complete this weird task?”



“Whatever you want Jill.”



So I got on my knees, reached over the table, felt something going onto each wrist, and then heard two “clicks.” I tried to pull my hands back but with no luck. From what I could tell each wrist was cuffed with fur-lined handcuffs to a leg of the table. “What the hell is this?” I asked, surprised and perturbed.



“I thought we would spend a different type of ‘quality time’ together tonight. I hate to be a boring guy; maybe I learned some things from the websites you told me about.”



Suddenly my demeanor changed. Let me see how this plays out, I said to myself. “Oh yeah?” was all that I said out loud with a half-sneer, half-smile on my face.



“Just so that I’m not unduly influenced by you, let’s start with this,” Evan said, pulling a ball gag from a cloth grocery bag that suddenly appeared from under the table. Before I could do anything more than give out a weak scream he had it in my mouth, and that was the last I could talk for about an hour.



As I was cuffed, kneeling, speechless, and helpless, Evan walked around back of me. Despite my attempts to keep my legs together and wiggle around to prevent it he easily removed my panties from under my skirt, undid my belt, and removed my skirt. Cackling the entire time he then pulled my top over my head until it reached my cuffed wrists, then undid my strapless bra and tossed it to the side. My muffled squeals seemed to encourage him rather than deter him.



After getting me naked he pulled some panty hose out of a package, took out a scissors, and cut them in half. He used each half to tie my thighs to the other two legs of the coffee table, with my pussy exposed.



Smiling, the asshole then removed a small bullet vibrator from his “grocery” bag. He held the vibrator up, testing all of its speeds, and making comments like, “I wonder what it would feel like at this level, hmm.” As I watched wide eyed he turned it on max speed, crawled behind me, and tucked it neatly into my pussy.



I tried hard to push the vibrator out, contracting my pc and every other muscle I could try and control, but before I could eject it he took a can of whipped cream and inserted the tip inside my vagina and squeezed until I was stuffed. I heard him laughing as I watched him use duct tape to seal me shut. Then he ran a long piece of the tape down my trimmed landing strip, patted it down nice and softly, then ripped it off in a quick motion. I thrust my hips upward but I was stopped by my bonds.



I couldn’t be sure whether I loved or hated what he was doing. He certainly had gotten my attention, especially the attention of my pussy.



As I lay across the table with my eyes half-glazed Evan removed a medium sized butt plug from his little bag of tricks. He rammed it in and out of my ass a few times as I felt my face get flushed, and I’m sure it got scarlet red from my attempts at calling for help, muffled by the gag.



Evan looked coyly at me as tear droplets start to form in the corner of my eyes. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I shook my head “no,” then “yes,” then “no” again, and then “yes again as I looked longingly at a bottle of lube which had fallen out of his bag.



“Oops,” he said. Holding the lube tube up he said “You don’t need this, do you? Certainly you don’t need it for this little string of beads, do you?”



How much shit does he have in that goddam bag? I said to myself as Evan dangled a link of anal beads in one hand, smilingly kissed each of them, but did relent and applied the lube to the first two beads and then went behind me again. He guided the link of anal beads into my anus until my butt-cheeks clapped around the ring. I whimpered from the exploding mixture of anal pain and pleasure.



Then Evan stood up, walked in front of me, gave me a kiss on the forehead and said “Now that you’re comfortable I need to run an errand. I’ll be back for more activities soon.”



With that he got up and actually went out the door.



There I was, both holes filled, and that goddamn little bullet vibe relentlessly energizing my poor little cunt. Will my little kitty ever be the same? I asked myself as I squirmed in my restraints for what had to be a good hour.



When Evan finally came back my whole body was shaking uncontrollably from both pain and pleasure. “How you doing, Hon?” Evan rhetorically asked as I looked at him with glassy eyes.



Evan then took my gag off as I let out a huge sigh of relief, followed immediately by a sob of mixed emotions. Evan then slowly peeled away the weakened duct tape holding the vibe in place. I could feel the heat emanating from my crotch as if it was on fire. The adhesive had slowly become weaker as my fluids were finding every small crevice to escape. When the tape slowly revealed my slit, the gushing of the contained fluids pushed the last clinging corner off. I could feel, and Evan remarked about, the mixture of the whipped cream, my own bodily nectars, and sweat that was squirting out of my pussy as I let out a loud and long “unnnnngggghhh.”



After doing some controlled breathing I regained my composure and breathed a sigh of relief. That is I was relieved until I realized that Evan was still standing over me with crossed arms and a deadly smile forming in the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the ring of the anal beads still tucked in my ass and gave them a small tug, forcing the beads to come out, one at a time in a slow though pleasurable pace. I groaned and squirted instantaneously in a near vertical stream. With each successive bead, the jet got more and more intense as I arched my back more and more until my Skeen’s gland had completely emptied.



Finally, I don’t know how long it was, all remnants of pain were gone and only an ethereal pleasure remained. I felt Evan untie the pantyhose restraining my thighs, and unlock the fur line handcuffs. He then laid me on a comforter on the living area floor and sucked and massaged my breasts and thighs. That really felt good. Then he started licking my clitoris. I grabbed his hair and moaned until in response to his tongue on my clit and his fingers on my nipples I orgasmed.



I was virtually comatose; “virtually,” not completely, because I saw Evan undress. His cock sprung out of his boxers like a jack-in-the-box. He had a hard time pulling his boxers over his cock but finally did. I don’t know if it was just my state of mind but it seemed like his cock was bigger and harder than I had ever seen it, like a piece of steel.



As Evan lay next to me and planted kisses on my face he asked, “Well Kinky-Jill, how do you like the evening so far.”



“Both the best and worst of my life,” I replied, maybe slightly exaggerating but basically telling the truth.



“It’s gonna get better and/or worse,” Evan replied with a truly devilish grin. Then he lay flat, rolled me on top of him, and slowly wiggled his cock up my channel.



Wow that felt good as he slowly lifted my hips up and down and twisted his flagpole in my pussy. I was too lethargic to provide any body movement myself but my nerve endings and mind were getting sharper by the minute and I was really feeling good.



As I was enjoying my interior “massage” I thought I heard the apartment door open and then close twenty or thirty seconds later, but I wasn’t sure because all I was concentrating on was my own pleasure.



My head snapped backward when I felt a gel coming in contact with my asshole; it couldn’t be Evan because I felt all of his fingers on my hips and ass. As I said “What the fuck?” Evan pulled me tight against his body and said “enjoy it.”



I would have protested but whoever was lubing my asshole was being gentle and when he inserted into my asshole and then withdrew, one finger, then two, I was enjoying it especially since my pussy was filled up with Evan’s hard cock.



Suddenly the finger action stopped and after a pause I felt the lubricated helmet of a dick slowly being worked into my asshole. Evan stopped moving until the dick was completely buried. I thought for sure that I was about to split, but to my surprise it felt great when the dick started pumping in and out of my asshole.



Both Evan and I were just lying there and groaning when the dick pumping in my second hole started squirting a monster load up my ass as its owner was grunting like a troll. Shit, I almost passed out. After thoroughly washing my intestine the dick pulled out, and Evan started pumping again while he continued to hold me tight. I figured out why when I felt another, larger, lubricated helmet working its way into my asshole.



The second dick was not only larger than the first one but it was moving faster in my asshole. Since my ass was now very well lubricated with the jism from the first cock there was little friction. With two dicks in me I felt very tight, but also felt so good. Then suddenly the second dick-owner was grunting like a pig and another enormous gob of cum was being jettisoned into my asshole.



When the second dick pulled out of my asshole I was wiped out. Evan sure wasn’t because as soon as the second dick was removed he started pumping like an oil derrick. That is until I heard another male voice say, “Slow down for a second, man.” I could tell that Evan didn’t like it, but he slowed almost to a stop.



As I lay there sweating I knew what was coming next. Evan had three “best buddies” and I had gotten only two dicks rammed up my ass so far; I knew the third couldn’t be far behind. What I didn’t know is that the third dick would be even bigger than the second one.



Despite the well lubricated nature of my asshole the third dick was so big it really had trouble burying itself. It eventually bottomed out and when it did the two cocks filling me up started in-sync movements. When Evan’s cock was being pushed up my pussy the big dick in my asshole was being pulled out, and vice-versa. Both guys increased their pace until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. Just then both guys exploded into me at the same time. I never had my nerve endings energized more in my life. I enjoyed it immensely — that is until I blacked out.



I woke up the next morning with my pussy and asshole as sore as they had ever been, and with Evan kissing me and pinching my ass. “How about some breakfast my little fuck toy?”



I guess breaking up is “hard!”

These days I find myself attracted mostly to young women, ten, twenty or even thirty years younger than myself and have been lucky to have had several relationships with them.



However, there was a period between eighteen and thirty or so when older women excited me very much. Women ten or twenty years older and even well-groomed and maintained women in their fifties and early sixties conjured up delicious fantasies of fucking with them.



I want to tell you of one incident when my fantasies of screwing with an older woman came true. Mrs A – Daphne – was her name but I’ll keep her real surname a secret, for obvious reasons.



I had come to her house to do some plumbing work. It was mid-morning and she greeted me at the door. I had been there before to do other work and since getting her call, my mind had been constructing elaborate erotic fantasies of seducing her – or of her seducing me. She was about ten years older – about forty, with an incredibly long single brown plait that hung to her mid-thighs.I wondered what it would be like undone.



Although she said I could come in wearing my work boots, I took them off before going in, conscious that my cock was starting to twitch nicely in my shorts. That felt good and my heart was beating fast.



She led me into the kitchen and as she moved ahead of me I studied her bottom moving underneath the one piece ankle length dress she wore. I pictured it naked, each voluptuous cheek being cupped and squeezed in my hand.



She pointed to the kitchen sink and the dripping tap and I opened my tool bag to take out the tools necessary to fix the problem.



Standing next to me, she placed her hand gently on my shoulder as she peered in to watch what I was doing.



Ordinarily, I prefer to be left alone to do my work, but I had designs on this woman and if she initiated some moves of her own, then all to the good. It showed me that there may have been a small degree of attraction on her part, but it also meant that getting into her panties may be a lot easier than I’d imagined.



So, when she began caressing my neck, I almost dropped the wrench but recovered enough to begin to enjoy her distractions.



The job done, she moved back to let me stand, and I couldn’t help but notice the depth of her exposed cleavage and the size of her nipples as they jutted against the material. Now I knew how much she was aroused. And how I wanted to lick them.



She picked up the electric kettle, filled it and, expecting me to linger to have a coffee, switched it on and busied herself spooning instant coffee into two mugs.



Then, as she was quite short – about 5 feet tall, she dragged a stool over to kneel on so she could reach the top shelf of the cabinet in order to take down a cake tin. I watched, in between putting my tools back into the bag, as she did this and noticed how, with her fingers, she pulled the part of her dress that had become wedged into the cleft of her bottom. Wasn’t she wearing panties, I thought? Was that space between her legs so moist that it clung to her dress in that way? And I didn’t realise at the time, how much that single action was to feature in my fantasies in the years to come as one of the strongest images of that time with her. I wanted to poke it back in, enabling me to brush her wet pussy with my fingers, letting her know how much I appreciated that unguarded moment with me in her presence.



She ushered me to a chair at the kitchen table where I sat waiting for the coffee and watched her bottom slightly jiggling as she cut a generous slab of rich dark brown fruitcake for me.



Still, her nipples showed and I was sure she knew I could see how prominent they were, as she made the several trips back and forth ferrying, first the cake on a plate, and then the steaming coffee. This woman was showing off her body to me but doing so in such natural and necessary movements.



So, I began a small show of my own. I spread my thighs as I sat, and watched as her eyes traveled south from my eyes to my crotch. I knew my cock was semi-hard and laying crosswise under my shorts. I was fully aware she was taking in the sight of the thick shaft straining and bulging through the material, wanting to be freed from the constraints of my shorts.



Sipping my coffee, I allowed the thumb of one hand to hook into the waistband and the other fingers to drum on my concealed log. I felt sure she got my message because she licked her lips as she watched, almost mesmerised by the promise concealed there.



“Yes darling,” I thought. “It’s all yours – if you want it. And I know you want it,” I smiled, a wickedly innocent smile. She smiled back.



So, we sat, chatting. I was throwing out subtle and not so subtle double entendres, and we seemed to be enjoying ourselves. Meanwhile, I was plotting a way to advance the situation.



My chance came when she took the empty cup and plate away and stood at the sink to rinse them. I rose and moved to stand behind her, looking out her kitchen window at the street and the neighbours’ houses, very close nearby.



“Don’t you worry about your neighbours knowing you are having a man in your house for such a long time?” I asked.



“No, not at all. I don’t care about them. They can think what they want. Do you want to go?” she answered.



“No, well I’m certainly not in a hurry to go. I do have a job later in the day. So, if you want some company, I can stay awhile,” I replied.



“Good!” she said, and smiled.



I decided to throw caution to the wind and I pressed my bulging hardon into the cleft of her bottom and she immediately pushed back, unleashing small moans of delight from the both of us.



Putting my hands on her hips I drew them up and around, to cup those huge plump breasts of hers, finally being able to feel that pair of nipples between my fingers.



I lowered my head to kiss the nape of her neck, and she cooed, as my lips slid over her ear lobe, knowing my hot breath was blowing seductively into her ear.



She turned to face me then, and it was her turn to cup the cheeks of my bottom and to gently squeeze and pinch them, as I pulled her closer to feel her heaving chest on mine and allowed my cock to brush her mound.



She put her small hand down the front of my shorts to grasp my rod, and, sinking to her knees on the kitchen floor, slid my shorts down to my ankles.



Then she proceeded to give me one delicious lick from my balls to the tip of my cock as she began to stroke my steadily growing tool. And, leaning back on the sink, I moaned as she engulfed my prick and took most of my seven inches in her warm mouth, stopping short of gagging, and drawing a long strand of spittle as it emerged from her lips, rested a moment before taking it deep inside her throat again, and again, and again, as I wound what I could reach of her braid round my fingers, urging her to suck my cock and never stop.



I was on the verge of coming and I begged her to stop, because I wanted to last longer. I wanted to fuck her, I told her.



She nodded, and with a flick of her head, indicated the bedroom she shared with her husband.



Understanding what she wanted, I slipped off my shorts and I picked her up, our lips locked together, her arms round my neck and with her legs wrapped round my waist, my cock nestled comfortably between her inner thighs, I carried her down the hallway towards the open doorway of the main bedroom.



I lay her on the big bed, her head on a pillow and stood back to strip off my t-shirt while she spread her legs, and, after wetting her middle finger, slowly, teasingly stroked the fine line of hair that marked out the gash of her cunt. She gave me a sizzling ‘come fuck me’ look and I succumbed, moving to her, and, raising her to a sitting position, helped her lift off her dress where I finally was able to gaze at those massive globes of hers tipped with a pair of the finest brown nipples, now long and stiff.



She lay on her back to let me put my arms round her thighs, and grabbing the other pillow, I stuffed it underneath her bottom to raise her lower body up for ease of dining on her now glistening folds.



My tongue licked her from her puckered arsehole to the small tuft of hair that crowned her pubic area and on up to twist inside her navel, tugging on the dangling navel jewelry there.



I kept going, travelling her body to those ‘begging to be licked’ nipples, giving each in turn my full attention for a good minute. Round and round my tongue went, from left to right and back again, squeezing them together with my hands so I could easily shift from one to the other, flicking my darting tongue across them, licking up and down the channel created between them, while I dragged my heavy hardened cock along the length of her increasingly wet pussy lips.



She reached down and grasped my tool to use as a vibrator, moving it quickly back and forth against her throbbing clit, and then ploughing the knob into her parted lips.



I sensed she wanted my cock inside her, but I had other plans. I wanted to finger-fuck her while licking her out, and by her pleasurable moans as I began, I knew I’d chosen the right thing to do. I also made use of her braid end, using it like a feather to brush and tickle her engorged clit in between my constant licking of her cunt. I felt her hand on my head and ears, as she guided me to where she wanted my tongue to go for her maximum pleasure.



Soon, her thighs were clamping my head, and the sound in my ears was the ocean, and the way she was now writhing from side to side and arching her back, I knew she was experiencing the surging tidal waves of her own orgasm.



“I want you to fuck me now – and hard!” she whispered loudly.



And, while my cock pressing into the mattress was pleasurable enough I knew that her cunt was raging, wanting to be penetrated; to be filled, and filled again, and I couldn’t wait to be the one to be pumping her with my hot pulsing shaft, to be driving in and out of her, with alternating deep and shallow strokes.



I kneeled before her and grasped her ankles, lifting them high, repositioned the pillow below her and rested my cockshaft against her cunt, letting my balls hang, to press gently against her winking arsehole.



Lifting her by the ankles and letting her drop slowly again to the pillow, I was able to tease her cunt and her clit with my stiff rod and the rim of my knob. She squealed with delight at this and I knew how much it was stimulating her, preparing her as it were, for ‘the main event’.



“Want me to fuck you, yes?” I teasingly asked her.



Her nods and replies of ‘yes’ and “oh yes, please” were not unexpected, but I wanted to make sure how badly she wanted my cock inside her.



“How much do you want my cock?” I asked, still rubbing the shaft along her cunt but also giving her arse a stinging slap, that brought a small tear to her eye.



“You know how much I want it!” she answered.



“Then fucking tell me how much you want it, you fucking dirty cock-teasing slut,” I growled.



“You fucking sexy bastard, I want all of your fucking big cock in me.” she spluttered as I again gave her a resounding slap on the other cheek, making a distinct crimson handprint on her arse to match the other one.



“That’s fucking better!” I replied, a little softer this time, satisfied she was more than ready for a good hard pounding.



I dropped one leg to the mattress and straddled it, placing the still raised leg over my shoulder. In this position, I moved my cock closer to her opening and with a hard thrust, I entered her, pushing in deeply, all the way, until my prick was buried deep inside her cunt, my balls rubbing against her thigh.



With one hand caressing her calf, and the other on her thigh, I moved back to take another long deep stab of that tight cunthole she presented to me.



Again, and again, I fucked her, and I had her moaning with each thrust, as she took my big hard cock, over and over, and over again.



She was so fucking tight and I told her so. I told her how my cock loved her cunt, and how her cunt loved my cock. I called her a slut and she moaned, relishing the role she was playing.



Now I wanted to fuck her from behind, so we disentangled and got into that position, her hands gripping the bedhead, my hand tugging on her braid, arching her neck back, while I quickly shoved my cock-meat up inside her again.



“How’s this, then?” I said into her ear.



“Fucking good, so fucking good baby. You fuck me so well.”



“And you fuck my cock so well too. My horny cock-sucking slut.”



“Mmmmmmmmmm,” was her reply, “I want you to cum for me.Cum for me wherever you want to. On my tits, in my mouth, or right now, deep inside my cunt, I don’t care.”



“What about your tight fucking arsehole then?” I ventured.



“Ooooh, yes. Will you? I want that so much. Shoot your hot fucking cum in my arse.”



Taking my cock from her slick cunt, and under her instruction, I opened her bedside drawer and took out a tube of lube, and, taking advantage of her turned away face, I also took out the big vibrating dildo that lay nestled beside it. I imagined her using this fuck-tool on herself in the privacy of her bedroom on those lonely nights when she was horny and man-less.



I smeared my cock with a generous dollop of lube and also applied some to her puckered hole. Gripping my shaft, I rubbed the knob round its entrance, and, satisfied, I eased it into her, slowly. The groan I heard indicated a level of pleasure mixed with a little pain, but after a few strokes her noises turned to a kind of singing with each successive stroke of my cock.



I switched on the vibrator and she turned her head sharply at the noise it made.



“You sneaky sly bastard,” she said, slowly emphasising each word, “but mmmmmmmmm what a delicious idea – fucking my arse and fucking my cunt at the same time. Mmmmmm!”



I inserted the big phallus in her cunt and she held it there with her fingers, adjusting the speed to her satisfaction while I resumed fucking her arse, watching my cock sliding in and quickly disappearing, only to reappear again, seconds later.



Now she was really excited and she let me know she was going to cum, again.



This time, however, she totally surprised me by squirting, a huge gush of fluid beginning to flow from her cunt. She was almost delirious with the pleasure of it all and I began to concentrate on my orgasm. Drumming up the best of all my fantasies and reveling in the current scene soon had the feeling of my cum beginning to surge its way from my tightened balls.



“Aaaaaaaaaaah! Oh, yes! I’m gonna cum baby,” I told her.



“Ohhhhhhhhhh cum for me honey. Cum in my arse, you bastard fuck!”



Her dirty talk and urging provided the impetus for my ejaculation and moments later I felt a hot stream of cum shooting from the barrel of my cock. Gobs of cum spurted into her arsehole, and I could feel her muscles squeezing every drop out of me. So much cum that it began leaking out her arsehole, and because I was still pumping, it turned to a rich lathery cream.



I was quite exhausted and after extracting my cock, I tumbled onto my back on the bed.



Immediately, she was on all fours, greedily lapping up the droplets before they dried on my skin. Then taking the fading stem of my cock in her mouth, she sucked and cleaned up all the traces, at which my cock began to spring back to life. I was growing again in her mouth, and when she was satisfied with the erection she helped produce, she quickly mounted me and rode me to another mutually-satisfying orgasm.



A shower together in her ensuite followed. Then we dressed. She made us a lunch after which she reluctantly shooed me out the door.



For several months after that day, the neighbours must have thought her plumbing needs were never-ending, but I knew there was really only one pipe that needed the most attention. And I always fixed it – to her obvious satisfaction.

I kneel naked save for my collar, waiting for you to come in. My eyes are closed and my back is to the door. I hear the door creak and hold my position, shaking a little. I had been bad earlier, not finishing my chores and watching tv instead. You walk up behind me and grab my hair, yanking me up. You pull my face up, forcing me to look you in the eye. My eyes start to tear up from the pain as you pull me up and towards the bed. You sit, ordering me to lay over your lap. Using just your bare hands, you begin to spank me. I cry out with each smack, my ass turning redder and redder.



Taking a small break, you rub my ass. Your fingers wander to my pussy, and you gently brush against it. You feel how wet I have become from the spanking, and you laugh to yourself. You thrust two fingers into my pussy, causing me to lurch forward and gasp. You chuckle again, still not saying anything. I shriek as you suddenly get up, causing me to fall to the floor.



“Bed. Face down, ass up” you order, and I scramble to climb onto the bed. When I’m settled, you move me so my pussy is exposed. I cannot see you, I finally hear the clink of your belt as you begin to take your pants off, and the groan of relief as your erection is freed from confinement. You feel my pussy again, and I hear your footsteps move across the room as your hand leaves my pussy. I have goosebumps from the cold, but I don’t complain. I don’t want another spanking.



You come back, and I feel something cold on my pussy. One swift movement later, you have an egg vibe in my pussy. You turn it on low, leaving it alone. Next, I feel you lubeing my ass, then a plug is inserted. I moan, as it is a bigger plug than I am used to. You push it in slowly, knowing how it burns. You can see my pussy juices beginning to run down my leg. You shove the plug in the rest of the way, causing me to scream and nearly lose my position.



Still unable to see you, I hear you pull out a toy I could not identify by sound. I hear it through the air, and when it hits my ass, I know it’s a whip. It’s a soft one, but stings just the same. I cry out with every lash, panting with arousal at the same time.



When you are satisfied with the colour of my back and ass, you pull the plug out of my ass and the vibrator out of my pussy. I moan at the loss of stimulation, but as you pull me back by my legs to the end of the bed, I know what is coming next. Your cock plows into my pussy. I scream, clinging to the sheets of the bed. My pussy clenches around your cock, squeezing it with every thrust you give. Your hands dig into my sides as you pull me onto you, leaving marks as your nails scratch my skin.



Suddenly, you groan and pull out. I moan, trying to figure out what you will do next. The whip is back, and with your hard cock bobbing you bring the weapon down on my pussy. I cry out with each strike. With the unpredictableness you know I love, you throw it to the ground, picking up two vibes. You put them on the bed, then I see you reach for the tape. You put the larger vibe into my pussy, taping it down. You do the same with the smaller vibe on my clit, though you do not turn them on.



I groan in frustration and close my eyes, which turns out to be a bad move on my part. I did not see you take the clothes pins, and squeak as you pinch my skin with them. You kiss and suck my nipples, teasing them to attention. With precision, you place the pins on them, causing a long moan from me. You place a pillow under my back.



You move from my eyeline once more, though I can hear you stroking your still steel hard cock. You turn both vibrators to their lowest setting. I squirm, and you smack my thighs. “Keep them spread, slutty kitten.” Is your only comment as you move a finger in my ass, testing it out. I moan, and you roll your eyes. You move away from me again, and when you return, you are holding a gag. “You’re getting a bit loud, kitten.” You remark, as I move so you can gag me. You yank on my collar as you finish gagging me, and return to the foot of the bed.



Without warning, your cock is in my ass. I yell out and you groan. My ass squeezes your cock as it moves slowly in. My shout is muffled by the gag as you thrust your cock deeper and deeper into my ass, until you are balls deep.



You slowly begin to move out, grabbing my thighs as you pull so that just the tip of your cock is left. You slam yourself back in, and I shout with each thrust as you begin to brutally fuck my ass. The low vibrations are teasing me, causing me to clench and unclench around you as I try and find even more stimulation from them. I start thrusting up a bit, looking at you with pleading eyes. You finally give in and turn the vibrators both up, but not enough to satisfy me.



You continue to pound my ass, my moans and groans muffled by the gag firmly in my mouth. You occasionally smack my sides, causing me to clench around your cock every time you do. Without stopping your thrusting this time, your turn up both vibrators to their highest setting. I am shocked, screaming into my gag as I lurch forward. You grin down at me, continuing to thrust as I squirm and try to thrust back. You grab my legs and push them towards my chest, thrusting deeper into me. I cry out, yelling abruptly into the gag. I look at you with pleading eyes as I continue to scream, begging to cum. You ignore my pleas for release, pounding me without mercy.



I continue to scream, moving and thrusting and clenching and in essence unable to control myself. I hold on to just one thought “No cumming until daddy gives me permission” though I begin to lose my grip on that thought. You feel me quiver uncontrollably, about to cum with or without permission.



You reach past my legs, causing them to spread. You hold onto the pins on my nipples, knocking the other ones off, I yelp from the pain, though I love it. You thrust into my ass harder than before, giving it all you have. You are close to cumming. You order me to look you in the eyes. I open them, unable to focus on your blurry face. “Cum, kitten.” You say in nearly a whisper, and I scream, shaking and twitching uncontrollably as I cum. I feel you in my ass, as you thrust into me as hard as you can then hold me close. I feel you swell then a sudden warmth as you cum, shooting your cum into me as far as you can. When you are finished cumming, you pull out of me. You take the tape and vibrators from me and the pins from my breasts. I moan as the feeling comes back. I feel you curl around me as you pull me close. Your warmth seeps into me, and I shiver as you lean into my ear and whisper “Mine.”

Collins Louise Parker was a high school senior. Her hobbies included playing flute for the school’s concert band, trying to draw what an emotion looked like, and dancing to pop music in her bedroom. Her favorite foods were pizza and chocolate. She liked horror movies, 80s sit-coms, and the color pink. But none of those interests matched the intensity she held for a secret obsession.



Collins Louise Parker was infatuated with cock.



She was addicted to cock. Not that Collins was sexually active – far from it. She was, in fact, a virgin who’d never seen male genitalia in person. That lack of experience did nothing to diminish Collins’ interest or familiarity of the male organ; hundreds of pornographic photos were buried in the depths of her laptop’s sub-directories. Pictures of cock. She also downloaded and archived a wide variety of video files. She saved videos of cocks penetrating vaginas, cocks being masturbated, and her favorite – cocks ejaculating. A limp penis didn’t interest her; Collins was only fascinated by hard, erect cocks.



She became an aficionado of cock, growing to prefer a certain type. First of all, the cock needed to be circumcised. Too much skin, especially if it obscured the head of the cock, swiftly lost her interest. A cock couldn’t be too big, nothing over nine or ten inches, but it certainly couldn’t be too small either; seven or eight inches was the ideal length of her masturbatory fantasies. Thickness was important as well. If a cock were as wide as a soda can it turned her off, but she didn’t like skinny noodles either; the best girth seemed to be if a girl could just barely wrap her hand around the cock. But all of that failed to matter if a cock didn’t have the right type of head. Collins disliked any cock with a small head. She had seen many pictures where the head of a cock was narrower than the shaft; those looked ridiculous! To her thinking, a cock should have a big mushroom capping the top of it with a firm ridge defining its crown.



Cock aroused her and turned her on. Collins spent hours locked in her room masturbating to images of cock, fantasizing about jerking them off, sucking on them, or getting penetrated by the perfect cock. The men attached to the cocks sometimes didn’t even matter. She certainly liked boys, but the thing that excited her most about the male form was unquestionably an erect cock standing at attention.



The most thrilling aspect of cock was when they ejaculated; Collins had a primal urge deep within her libido that never grew tired of watching male orgasms. Whenever she watched a cock erupt with cum it took her breath away. The best orgasms were when the semen shot high into the air, or when the men fired several ropes of it. She adored watching a cock spilling its contents out onto a woman, fantasizing that it was she who was the target of such an erotic decoration. Her private life was consumed by these fantasies.



Yes, Collins loved cock. This is her story.



*****



The last class of the day was the slowest of her final semester. Collins had chosen a literature course as her English elective, thinking it would be more artistic than a structural language course, but she quickly discovered the class required more reading than it did writing. It wasn’t that Collins didn’t enjoy reading, she did, but the heavy classics like Shakespeare were too depressing for her liking. She liked romance, but did Romeo really have to kill himself? Happy endings were more her style, though Collins’ teacher continually assigned books filled with depression and death – much to her chagrin.



Making matters worse one April day was the weather; it was a beautiful afternoon and Collins was infected with spring fever. She kept glancing at the clock, waiting for the final bell, as Mr. Hollingsworth droned on and on about Old English and proper pacing. Adding to her anticipation was the fact that it was her eighteenth birthday; she would finally be old enough to do something she had wanted to do for a long time.



After school, Collins was going to buy her first cock.



When the bell finally sounded Collins had already gathered her books; she was out the classroom door before Mr. Hollingsworth could finish yelling something about a homework assignment. She hurried through the hallways towards her locker unbothered and unnoticed, the same as every other day. Few people paid any attention to Collins because she didn’t pay attention to them. Most of her fellow students viewed her as a shy and introverted geek, and what few friends she did have at school weren’t very close – more like acquaintances. A typical day at school was when no one even talked to her outside of band class, including teachers. Collins was an only child with a single mother and struggled at times to socialize. She had one person she considered a close friend – her cousin, Rachel. The two girls were the same age and lived fairly close, though they attended different schools.



Once free from the confines of school, Collins bypassed the big orange bus that normally took her home. She kept walking off-grounds towards a suburban street corner thee blocks away. That was the closest city bus stop, where Collins sat herself on a bench and dug in her purse. She found her pass and double-checked the schedule. After confirming which bus number would take her into the city she put in a set of ear-buds, activated her MP3 player, and thought about her first cock.



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Rodney preferred working day shifts at the triple-X book store since the night shift brought in too many perverts and freaks. Unfortunately, time passed a lot slower between the nine-to-five hours. Hardly anyone came in before 5pm, so Rodney stood behind the front counter lazily flipping through a dirty magazine and waited for his shift to end. It had been so quiet he was literally startled when a bell jangled above the store’s entrance signaling a customer. He glanced up, expecting to see another balding middle-aged male. But very shift, whether it was day or night, brought in at least one surprising customer. That day was no different.



Young females were not the establishment’s typical clients. Rodney looked the girl over, noting the nerdy thick-rimmed glasses and pale skin. Her straight black hair was tied in a lazy pony tail, though wisps of it escaped confinement. She was wearing a pair of black slacks, black shoes, and a white buttoned shirt that collectively looked like something someone would wear at a private school.



“I’m gonna need to see some eye-dee,” Rodney said, sensing she was under the required age to be shopping at an adult book store.



Collins gave the cashier a nervous look before approaching the counter. Rodney was wearing a muscle shirt and sported outlandish tattoos along both arms; he reminded her of someone she once saw in a punk rock video. Collins had never been in such a taboo place and the bookstore was located in one of the seedier areas of downtown. She hoped no one, the cashier included, would harass her or worse.



“Today’s my birthday,” she murmured quietly, fishing a driver’s license out of her purse.



Rodney checked the date on her license.



“Happy Birthday,” he offered dryly before handing the I.D. back to Collins, “Anything I can help you find?”



“Um…” Collins cast several unsure glances around the large store. “I want to buy something for my friend.”



Rodney snorted. They all said that. “Books and magazines are over there,” he gestured. “DVDs and videos are on the far wall. Everything else is towards the back. If you want to buy some tokens for the booths I can’t sell you less than five dollar’s worth, and they’re upstairs.”



Collins’ brows lifted in curiosity, “Booths?”



Rodney looked back down to his magazine with bland disinterest, “You can watch porn in them.”



“Oh,” Collins shook her head swiftly. “No, thank you. But… um, can you tell me where your cocks are?”



Her choice of language caused Rodney to slowly lift his eyes back to Collins and re-evaluate her.



She smiled shyly under his scrutiny.



After staring at her for several moments Rodney finally pointed towards the back of the store, “You’ll find all kinds of cocks over there.”



Collins turned her head and followed Rodney’s indicating finger, “Thank you.”



The cashier was right. Collins found all manner of cocks. There were big cocks, small cocks, rubber cocks, plastic cocks, vibrating cocks, and even one toy that had two cocks – ‘one for each hole’ the package read. She smiled brightly, marveling at all the choices. It was important to her to first find some that matched her profile of an ideal cock, with the proper size and shape. Then it was her goal to select one that looked and felt the most realistic. It occurred to Collins that she had no idea what a real cock actually felt like, so she decided her best judgment would simply have to do in that regard.



Her eyes were drawn to one box that boasted ‘Ten Inches of Love’, but Collins quickly discovered her first obstacle: it was hard to tell what the dildos looked or felt like since they were concealed behind cardboard or plastic packaging.



She eventually found one in a clear plastic package that appeared promising. It was eight inches long and flesh-colored, shaped with a bulbous head and realistic veins protruded from the shaft. The base of it looked like a set of hanging balls and the whole of it seemed realistic enough to her. The package claimed it was made of flexible rubber, which appealed to her. She wasn’t sure what the benefit was of being battery-powered, but at least it was water-proof.



Collins carried the dildo towards the cashier’s counter, “Can you tell me if this is a very good product?”



Rodney lifted a half-hearted glance, “We have a no-return policy, if that’s what you’re asking.”



“Hmm,” Collins considered the dildo, turning the package in her hand this way and that to study it from every angle. She finally set it on the counter, “I think I’ll take it.”



Rodney asked, “Do you want some lube with that?”



“Is that what you recommend?” Collins wondered naively.



“I don’t know. Does your, uh, ‘friend’ have any problems self-lubricating?”



Collins gave him a curious look.



“You know,” Rodney pointed downward, “in her lady-business?”



“Oh,” Collins blushed. “No, I don’t think that will be a problem.”



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Her mother wasn’t there when Collins arrived home. A note on the counter said her mom was working the late shift, but she wished Collins a happy birthday and indicated there were cupcakes in the fridge. Collins didn’t mind. She was actually relieved her mother wasn’t home since she could hardly wait to try out her new purchase. Hurrying to her room, Collins closed the door and tore open the dildo’s plastic package.



She felt the thing in her hand, smoothing her fingers along its length. It was firm, but flexible enough to bend at an almost ninety-degree angle. The head of it was amazing, with a wide ridge around it nearly as thick as her pinky finger. She excitedly put it down and began taking her clothes off.



Stripped to her panties, Collins decided she wanted the first time with her cock to be special. She turned down the lights and lit a few candles before setting her computer’s media player to play a mix of soft music. Fluffing a few pillows, she arranged them against her bed’s headboard and laid back against them comfortably. The atmosphere was perfect.



Pushing her panties down, Collins dangled them off one foot and let them fall to the floor. She spread her thighs and smoothed a palm down between her legs, which was already damp with anticipation. Excited butterflies danced in her stomach; Collins was tired of simply looking at pictures and rubbing her clit while masturbating. She wanted to know what it felt like to be penetrated by a real cock.



The first thing she did was lift the dildo to her lips. She opened wide and pushed the head of it into her mouth, wondering what it would be like to suck on a big cock. She was careful not to bite on it and used her lips to cushion her teeth against the dildo’s surface. She slid it inwards until the tip hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. Collins spit it out and coughed, but quickly tried again. Before long her hand was working the toy in and out of her mouth. She sucked on it and ran her tongue against its smooth surface just as she had seen porn stars do a thousand times before.



When the thing was coated with her saliva Collins knew it was ready. Her thighs spread further and she lowered the toy between her legs, watching in rapture while positioning its head against the opening of her slit. Parting her labia with two fingers, Collins began applying pressure. She gasped at the sensation of initial penetration and quickly encountered her hymen. Steeling herself, she pushed a firm thrust and drove her cock inward.



A cry filled the room when Collins felt her virginity tear, but it was over quickly and wasn’t as bad as she anticipated. Still, several moments passed before she dared move the thing. She slid it out slightly before trying another inward movement. It was painful, but bearable. Each agonizingly slow thrust afterwards became a little easier. She was eventually able to work half of the toy’s length into herself.



It was unbelievable; she had never experienced anything like it. Her vagina was stretched around a cock for the first time in her life and she wanted more; she wanted her passage filled with cock! She continued sliding it in and out, each slow thrust plunging slightly deeper. There was pain, but it was a good kind of pain and Collins quickly acclimated to it. Before long the pace of her thrusts quickened.



She inhaled sharply when the head of her cock hit a spot inside that sent tingles up her spine. Drawing the dildo back, Collins tried to hit the spot again and a guttural grunt escaped her throat when she found it. She repeated the motion one more time, putting more force behind it, crying out as shockwaves of electricity traveled through her body like ripples on a pond.



She no longer paid any heed to the pain, for it was swiftly replaced by pleasure. Her hand plunged the rubber cock in and out with a rhythmic pace, creating a friction along the inner walls of her sex that made Collins squirm atop the bed. Her toes curled, her mouth hung open, and her eyes clasped shut. She incoherently lifted her free hand to a breast and squeezed her own flesh. Her fingers kneaded into her tit while she fucked herself, imagining it was a real cock plunging its way into her depths.



She repeatedly poked her cock against the magical spot she had found. Gasping moans flowed from her throat and she began to writhe and squirm, her heels digging into the bedspread. Collins was experiencing intense physical pleasure, but equally arousing was the mental knowledge that she had a cock buried in her pussy. She let go of her breast and lowered the hand to her sex. She began rubbing her clitoris with the pad of a finger and pushed her cock as deep as it would go.



Then Collins turned on the vibrations.



She screamed out in euphoria when her orgasm came and tears of joy dripped from her eyes. Her entire body shook and her head thrashed from side to side against the pillows. Her hand was a blur, pumping her buzzing cock in and out at a blinding pace before it all became too much. She turned the vibrator off but left it buried deep within herself. Her thighs shook with several spasms as her orgasm ran its course.



When it was over, her body went limp and she lay prone. Her cock slid outward halfway, pushed by her contracting pussy muscles, before stopping and hanging out of her cunt limply. A puddle of blood mingled with her vaginal fluids stained the bedspread beneath her ass, but she didn’t notice the mess nor did she care. The only thing on her mind was how unearthly her orgasm had been



From a technical standpoint, Collins was no longer a virgin; she had taken her first cock and it had been heavenly. She wondered how long she should wait before doing it again.



*****



The rest of the week was a blur and the days all blended together for Collins. If she wasn’t at school, she was locked in her room fucking herself with her cock. She set her alarm to wake up early so she could fuck herself in the morning. She rushed home from school so she could fuck herself in the afternoon. She turned in for bed early so she could fuck herself at night. When she wasn’t fucking herself with her cock, she was thinking about the next time she could fuck herself with her cock.



As she rode the school bus home on Friday afternoon, Collins was thinking how amazing it would be to have a whole weekend to herself. Her mother had to work and Collins was planning on spending two days alone doing nothing but stuffing herself full of her cock.



The carnal thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone.



“Hey cuz,” her cousin greeted.



Collins smiled, “Hi, Rachel.”



“What are you doing tonight?”



Collins immediately thought of her cock, “Uh, nothing?”



“Great,” Rachel exclaimed. “I’m coming over. I raided my old man’s liquor cabinet and we’re going to celebrate your birthday.”



“I don’t know…” Collins sounded hesitant. She was really looking forward to fucking herself with her cock.



“Come on, Collins! You’re eighteen years old! You can’t live the rest of your life hanging out at home all by yourself on a Friday night.”



“Okay,” Collins relented. She always struggled to refuse her cousin anything, “What time do you want to come over?”



“I’ll be there around seven,” Rachel promised.



“Perfect,” Collins agreed. That would give her some time to be alone with her cock.



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Lying atop the bed naked, as she had done every afternoon that week, Collins plunged her cock in and out of herself. She had cum six times and was working on a seventh orgasm. Her cock’s buzzing rubber surface glistened from her pussy juices, as did the skin of her ass cheeks. Her legs were curled high in the air and she was reaching around, under her creamy thigh, gasping repeatedly with orgasmic bliss.



Collins loved her cock. She was addicted to it. She could have lain there all night fucking herself silly if her cell phone’s alarm hadn’t gone off. Collins had wisely set it to remind her that Rachel was coming over; she’d need time to shower and get ready. Reluctantly, she pulled the cock out of herself and rolled out of bed. Grabbing a towel, she started towards the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway and glanced back to where her cock lay mingled with the sheets.



What the hell, she thought.



Five minutes later, hot water cascaded over her naked body and she was moaning in ecstasy. One arm was stretched out against the tiled shower wall and she stood with spread legs driving her vibrating cock up into her pussy. She imagined a hot guy was standing behind her and pumping her full of his manhood. An orgasm tore through her body and she went weak in the legs before slumping to her knees on the tub floor, but she couldn’t stop. She kept plunging her cock in and out, screaming as her orgasm intensified to a frenzy of pleasurable tremors. Finally, she could take no more. She let go of her cock and let it slide out of her of its own accord. It fell and bounced on the tub floor between her knees before going prone. It took several long moments before Collins regained her senses.



After she caught her breath and opened her eyes, Collins looked down at her cock. It was making quiet buzzing noises and she suddenly wanted it again. She wanted to pick it up and shove it back into her pussy where it belonged. She wanted to fuck herself senseless and cum over and over. But her cousin would be there soon; reason temporarily overcame the insane lust she felt for her cock.



There was barely enough time for Collins to dry her hair and pull a pair of jeans on before she heard Rachel let herself in.

“Collins? You home?”



“In here,” Collins called from her room. She hastily grabbed a tee shirt off the bed.



Rachel appeared in the bedroom doorway dangling a bottle in her hand, “Look what I brought…”



“What is it?” Collins asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.



“It’s rum, silly.”



Collins immediately thought of pirates, “Rum? What does it taste like?”



Rachel gave her cousin a dubious look, “Don’t tell me you’ve never had rum?”



Collins offered a tiny shake of her head, “I had half a beer once?”



Rachel strutted into the room, “Unbelievable. You need to loosen up, cuz. You know that?”



If a social opposite of Collins existed in the world, she was fairly certain her cousin Rachel was it. Rachel was the popular, outgoing cheerleader who dated jocks and college guys. She was daring, carefree, and fearless. Collins was always envious of Rachel’s ability to jump into life’s experiences without a second thought, never fearing the consequences. Rachel was also intimidatingly beautiful. She dyed her hair red, a deep burgundy color that contrasted perfectly with her tan skin. She had amazing green eyes and a perfect pair of legs which she flaunted by always wearing short skirts. But even though Collins had always been more of an outcast, Rachel never treated her that way. Collins loved her cousin dearly; Rachel had been her best friend ever since the girls were toddlers.



“Tell you what,” Rachel announced as she sat the bottle on Collins’ desk, “you go find us some mixer so we can get our buzz on, and I’ll check the movie times at the mall. Maybe we can find some hot boys tonight, too”



“Okay,” Collins smiled brightly. “Um, what mixes well with rum?”



“Coke,” Rachel said while opening Collin’s laptop. “Or orange juice.”



“Got it,” Collins vanished towards the kitchen.



Rachel pressed the SLEEP button on her cousin’s computer to wake it up. After a few moments the screen came back to life and the display returned. Unfortunately, Collins hadn’t closed out all the windows she had been viewing the last time she used her laptop and a dirty picture was centered on the screen.



“Oh my god,” Rachel laughed. She was looking at a close-up of a cock that looked flush from a recent orgasm. A dollop of thick semen hung from its tip, frozen in time.



Collins reappeared with two glasses, ice, and a can of coke, but she froze with panic when she saw what Rachel was looking at.



Rachel teased her cousin, “This is a really nice picture you have here, Collins. I wonder what you were up to before I came over.”



Crimson filled Collins’ cheeks. She quickly moved to set her items on the desk and reached for the mouse, intending to close the window.



But Rachel pushed her hand away, “Were you touching yourself before I showed up?”



“Rachel, please. This is so embarrassing…”



“Don’t be embarrassed. You have really good taste in dick!”



Collins glanced at her cousin. Both girls suddenly erupted with a fit of giggles.



“I can’t believe you,” Rachel turned back to the pornographic picture. “I always thought you were a total prude.”



Collins sighed. There was no point in hiding it any longer, “I really love cock.”



Rachel glanced at her cousin’s language and laughed, “Wow, I guess I was I wrong about you.”



Collins was surprised how liberated she felt after her simple admission. She was afraid Rachel was going to think she was some kind of freak, but as her cousin poured the drinks the two girls continued laughing and giggling.



“You should see this site I go to sometimes,” Rachel said as she opened a web browser. “It’s unbelievable.”



Collins fetched an extra chair and sat beside her cousin, “What is it?”



“It’s like a chat room,” Rachel explained while typing in an address, “where you can initiate private chats and cam shows. It’s pretty much filled with guys looking for cybersex.”



“Seriously?” Collins tried a sip of her drink. It was potent and tasted foul, but she forced herself to take another swallow. Her eyes went wide when the site populated and she saw the vast list of people logged into the chat room, “All those people are looking for cybersex?”



Rachel logged in under the name ‘HotRachel’ and entered a chat room dedicated to people with cams, “The guys are so horny. They’ll do anything if you give them a little encouragement.”



Collins watched with rapt interest, “Like, what kinds of things?”



Rachel lifted a shoulder and reached for her drink, “Jerk off, usually.”



“Oh, I want to see that,” Collins quickly said.



“Okay,” Rachel grinned. “Let’s see… you can usually tell which guys want to put on a show by their login names.”



Rachel initiated a private chat with someone named ’10incher’.



_HotRachel: hi, is it really 10 inches?



_10incher: you know it baby



_HotRachel: my friend and i don’t have a cam but we’d love to see a show



_10incher: text me a pic and i’ll do it



_HotRachel: okay give me your number



Collins looked surprised as she watched the conversation on screen, “You’re going to send him a picture of yourself?”



Rachel reached for her purse and dug out her cell phone, “Nope, I’m going to send him a picture of you.”



“What!?”



“Relax,” Rachel activated the camera on her phone. “Just lift up your shirt. I promise I won’t get your face in the shot.”



“But Rachel…!”



Rachel lifted a brow, “Do you want to see this guy jerk off or not?”



Collins glanced back to her laptop’s screen. She really did want to see a cam show of a guy jerking off. She had dozens of videos of men masturbating, but there was something intoxicating about the idea of a live amateur guy doing it just for her.



Collins started untucking her tee shirt, “You promise? Not the face?”



“I promise,” Rachel assured her.



Collins hiked her tee above her breasts which were bare underneath. She was a 36C with full creamy-skinned boobs that hung against her ribcage like two pillows of soft flesh. Collins had always been self-conscious about her breasts, worried that they were too saggy to be of any interest to boys.



Rachel’s phone made a flash followed by a clicking noise, “Great, I got it.” Her thumb was a blur as she sent the photo-text.



Collins reached for her drink again and took another long swallow, “I can’t believe I just did that.”



Rachel was grinning from ear to ear, “He’s going to love it.”



_10incher: wow you have really great tits!



Rachel laughed, “See!”



Collins blushed furiously.



Without warning, a window popped open as ’10incher’ initiated a connection. There was an image of a guy from the waist down and he had his erect cock in hand. Collins wasn’t sure if it was ten inches long, but if not it was certainly close.



“Look at that thing,” Rachel enlarged the window to consume the whole screen. “He’s friggen huge!”



The man was slowly stroking his length, pausing briefly to adjust his web cam and center the picture on his cock. He was using some kind of lubrication which Collins guessed was hand lotion.



Collins couldn’t take her eyes off the screen, “Do you think we’ll get to see him cum?”



“God I hope so,” Rachel stared. She started typing dirty messages into the chat window, telling the guy how much she liked his cock and asking him to stroke it faster.



Collins paid little heed to the conversation, her attention focused instead on the magnificent cock getting worked over right in front of her. She desperately wanted to start masturbating, but with her cousin sitting right next to her it was out of the question.



“Check out all his pre-cum,” Rachel pointed at the screen. “It looks like a steady stream of syrup flowing out of his dick!”



Then the man reached for something. Collins saw it was his cell phone, which he held to look at. She realized he was looking at the picture Rachel texted him – the picture of her! Collins grew dizzy with the knowledge that he was masturbating to the image of her breasts. It was like he was jerking off just for her.



His hand sped up until it was a pumping blur.



“Jesus,” Rachel whispered. “He’s going to pop…”



Collins’ eyes grew wide when the guy suddenly stopped stroking and grasped the base of his shaft tightly. His cock seemed to strain against the pressure, the slit at its tip gaping open. Without even thinking about it Collins reached aside and took her cousin’s hand. Rachel reciprocated, squeezing back. It’s as though the two were sharing a monumental event of great significance.



The cock seemed to heave of its own accord and a thick wad of pearly white fluid shot into the air. Both girls made a gasping noise in unison as it fell and splattered across the guy’s stomach. He fired a total of three massive cum ropes before the last of it simply gurgled out the tip of his cock and flowed over his fingers.



“Look at it all!” Rachel exclaimed.



“He came for me,” Collins murmured softly.



Rachel glanced aside at her cousin and saw Collins staring at the screen in amazement.



“Did you see that?” Collins asked. “He was looking at my picture when he came.”



“I know,” Rachel giggled out a laugh. “He must have really liked your boobs, because he fired out a whole shit-load of gunk.”



Collins let go of Rachel’s hand and took her drink. She tipped it back and swallowed nearly the whole thing. “Let’s watch another one,” she gasped afterward, pushing her glasses up her nose.



Three hours later, both girls were suitably drunk and the content of the rum bottle was significantly diminished. All thoughts of attending a movie had fled their minds as they continued to talk guys into masturbating for them on cam. As soon as one would orgasm they’d start looking for another. Collins couldn’t remember a time when she’d had more fun. They laughed, giggled, and stared in awe every time they watched another guy cum.



“You better stay here tonight,” Collins suddenly suggested. “It’s getting late and I don’t think you should be driving.”



“We better hide this bottle,” Rachel stood from her chair and almost fell.



Collins laughed, reaching out a hand to help support her cousin.



“If your mom found out we sat here and killed a half-bottle of rum she’d kill me.”



“And then she’d ground me,” Collins added.



Snatching up the bottle Rachel moved towards Collins’ dresser to hide it in a drawer, “Can I sleep in here with you?”



“Of course,” Collins nodded and unbuttoned her jeans. She had a large queen-sized bed which was big enough for both of them.



=====



The very next morning, after recovering from a mild hangover, Collins found herself at the nearest mall shopping in the electronics store. After the online adventure she shared with Rachel it was absolutely necessary Collins obtain a webcam. Though she had watched dozens of videos of men masturbating, that didn’t compare to the thrill of watching it live. What made it even more exciting was that the boys were jerking off to a picture of her breasts. Collins liked being the object of their arousal. She needed to take it to the next level.



A young salesman with slicked-back blond hair and a white shirt approached Collins as she stood in the PC accessory aisle. “Can I help you?” he offered.



Collins looked at his name tag, “Hi, Lucas. I want to buy a webcam for my laptop, but there are so many to choose from.”



“I can help you with that,” Lucas smiled. “What kind of functionality do you need?”



Collins gave him a questioning regard, “I’m sorry?”



“I mean, what do you need it for? Will you be taking a lot of still photos? Or do you need it for video conferencing?”



Collins wasn’t sure how to answer his question. It would be embarrassing to say what she really needed it for, but she also wanted to obtain the best webcam to suit her needs. After looking around to see if anyone else was nearby she decided honesty would be the best course of action.



“I want to have lots of cybersex,” Collins whispered.



“Oh,” Lucas blinked with surprise. “Um…”



“Do you have one you can recommend? I’d like to get the best one available.”



“Well,” Lucas cleared his throat and reached towards the shelf. “This model would certainly suit your needs. It offers the finest clarity of all our models.”



Collins took the box and examined it.



“Do you need a microphone, too?”



“I don’t know,” Collins admitted. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”



“Possibly,” Lucas nodded. “A lot of cam sites these days also offer two-way voice capability. That way you don’t have to type to communicate with whoever you are, um… chatting with.”



“I think that’s a good idea,” Collins decided. “I’ll definitely want to have my hands free.”



Lucas couldn’t help but grin towards Collins’ honesty, “Right. We have some units over here I can show you.”



=====



As Collins rode the bus home she was quite pleased with her purchases. Lucas the salesman had proven very helpful and he had given her his business card in case she had any problems with instillation. He even wrote his private cell number on the back!



Collins was home by lunchtime and found that her mother had already left for work. An hour after that she had the webcam and microphone hooked up and the requisite software installed. It was time to test everything out.



She started by calling up her browser history and found the site Rachel had shown her the previous night. Within seconds Collins was logged in and trolling through chatter profiles looking for boys who sounded horny.



Chatters on the site set a profile when they logged in, indicating what they were looking for. Some were looking for online text chatting. Some wanted phone sex. Collins concentrated on the guys who were seeking ‘cam2cam’, preferably someone who had a microphone like she had. It didn’t take her long to find a guy; he claimed he was twenty-two years old and ‘hard as a rock’. Collins stripped naked and fetched her dildo before inviting him into a video chat.



A window popped open showing a naked guy from the neck down. He was a bit chubby but Collins truly didn’t care about that. What was far more important to her was the six inches of circumcised cock sticking up from between his legs.



“Hi,” Collins spoke towards her microphone. “What’s your name?”



The guy’s voice came through her computer speakers, “I’m James.”



Collins offered shyly, “You have a nice cock, James.”



“Thanks. You look really sexy, too.”



She smiled and blushed. Collins had always been self-conscious about her body. It’s not that she was overweight, but Collins wasn’t a skinny rail like her cousin, either. Regardless, as soon as James took his cock into hand and began stroking it she felt like the sexiest girl in the world.



“Fuck, you have nice tits,” Jack said as he started masturbating. Collins watched as he squeezed some clear lube out onto his shaft.



She wanted to turn him on, so Collins cupped her hands beneath her breasts and squeezed them. She leaned towards her webcam so James could see her nipples puff out.



“Oh, yeah,” James moaned. “Squeeze your tits for me.”



Collins mashed her breasts together between her hands and dug her fingers in deeply. She knew she was doing something right as James began pumping his cock at a much swifter pace. She wanted to encourage him.



“Jerk your cock for me,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound too silly. Collins didn’t have a lot of experience talking dirty, “I like watching you jerk-off your cock.”



“Fuck yeah. You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you?”



Collins felt a twinge between her legs, like a tuning fork had just gone off within her vagina. She liked that. She liked being called a slut. She didn’t know why; maybe because it was true. She certainly felt slutty for letting a complete stranger watch her play with her naked breasts while he masturbated.



“Lick them,” she heard James command her. “I want to see you suck on your own nipple.”



Collins found herself wanting to please him. She lifted her breast in a cupping palm and lowered her chin to meet it. She stuck her tongue out to swath it against the nipple, causing it to immediately stiffen.



“You nasty slut,” James moaned. “Suck on it. Suck on your own tit.”



Collins had to pull on her breast, stretching the milky white skin surrounding her flesh in order to situate the nipple between her lips. She suckled on it for him, making soft moaning noises as she did so. She liked pleasing him and saw the results on her laptop screen – James was vigorously masturbating, his hand a pumping blur.



“Let me see your cunt,” James said.



The tuning fork went off again. Collins liked it when he used filthy language. Something about the word ‘cunt’ sounded so raw to her, like pure sex. It made her feel as though her vagina was an object of sexual lust.



“Okay,” Collins replied before letting her breasts fall back to hang against her sternum. She rose from her chair and moved so that James had a clear view between her milky thighs.



“Fuck yeah,” James prodded her. “Show me your hot cunt, baby.”



Collins shivered when he said the word ‘cunt’ again. She spread her feet slightly and then used a pair of fingers to peel her labia apart for him. Glancing at her screen Collins could see the view James was getting. She liked how her pussy looked. She didn’t like pubic hair and had been trimming her bush down to a stubbly patch ever since puberty. Her pussy lips glistened with arousal and the nub of her clit was poking out.



“You got a sexy fucking cunt. I want to fuck your cunt so bad.”



Collins gasped at the dirty words and couldn’t take it anymore. She reached for her rubber cock and positioned its head at the entrance of her sex. “I’m going to fuck my cunt for you,” she suddenly said, hoping her words didn’t sound too corny.



“Oh yeah, baby. Fuck yeah. Fuck your cunt. Stick that big cock into your cunt.”



Collins was beside herself at how much the crude talk was turning her on. She stood in front of her cam and stabbed her cock into her slit. The entrance went smoothly, since she was soaking wet, and before long Collins was thrusting her cock in and out with a practiced pace.



“You’re going to make me fucking cum,” James declared.



“I want to see it,” Collins whimpered. “I want to see your cum shoot out. I’m a naughty slut who likes to watch boys jerk-off and cum.”



“Oh fuck,” James moaned. His hips began violently thrusting his cock upwards into his pumping hand.



“Do you like looking at my sexy cunt?” Collins asked.



James could only grunt out his approval; he was obviously close to orgasm.



“Do you want my cunt?” Collins continued, delirious with arousal. “Do you want to fuck my hot cunt? I want you to. I want you to stick your cock into my cunt and fuck me so hard. Fuck your cock into my cunt… into my wet, juicy cunt!”



James let out a scream that filled her bedroom. Collins watched his cock erupt, shooting a wad of thick semen into their air. It landed on his chest. More spurts followed, though they only made it as far as his chubby stomach.



When Collins saw how much pleasure her naked body and dirty language caused in James, her pussy exploded. The orgasm was like a fiery inferno and hot fluids dripped down the shaft of her dildo as she jammed it in and out of herself. The experience was so potent that Collins fell backwards into her chair, though she refused to relent and continued savagely masturbating herself.



James ended the chat immediately after he came but Collins didn’t care. Hoisting her legs to dangle over the arms of her office chair and spreading her thighs wide, she turned on the vibrations in her cock and began to whimper and gasp. The leather seat of her chair became slick beneath her ass where lubrication leaked profusely out of her sex, but Collins hardly noticed. She was lost in a multi-orgasmic seizure, fucking the buzzing toy repeatedly against her G-spot.



Collins would have sat there all night fucking herself to the shivering orgasm, but after a few minutes the pleasurable waves finally stopped emanating from her pussy. She turned off the vibrations and looked down between her legs through eyes lidded by exhaustion. The chair glistened from her secretions, as did the inside of her thighs. Her cock stuck out from between her labia obscenely, slowly slipping out of her passage. The orgasm took a lot out of Collins and she couldn’t do any more than sit in her chair, motionless, and stare at the mess she made.

After several long moments, she finally leaned forward and worked her mouse to close out her browser and cam application. She weakly unhooked her legs from the arms of her chair and rose, pulling the cock out of her insides. Collins made it as far as the bed, pulling back the sheet to lie down. She curled up with her cock, the sticky thing clutched against her chest like a child’s doll, and fell asleep.



=====



“Collins? Sweetie, are you awake?”



Collins awoke slowly to the voice outside her bedroom door. She briefly wondered at the time before she heard the door start to open. Panic struck.



“Collins?” her mother repeated.



Collins quickly tugged the sheet up over her naked breasts and pushed her sex toy under the blankets, “Mom?”



“What are you doing in bed, honey?” Deborah worried over her daughter, “Are you feeling ill?”



Collins clutched the sheet over her naked form and shook her head, “No, just tired I guess. I needed a nap.” She noticed her mom was still dressed in hospital scrubs, “How was work?”



“Busy,” Deborah replied while gathering some discarded clothes from the floor. “The ER was swamped and needed extra nurses so I ended up dealing with broken bones and two stab victims all afternoon. How was your day? I hope you didn’t spend your whole Saturday in bed?”



Collins glanced over at her laptop, “No. I did some stuff online for a while, and homework.”



“Well, get your lazy bones out of bed and come down for supper. It’ll be ready in a few minutes.”



Collins let out a sigh of relief that her mother didn’t seem to suspect anything amiss. She crawled out of bed and made sure her bedroom door was closed before digging her cock out from under the sheets and hiding it within a nightstand. After getting dressed and wiping the film of sexual pleasure off the seat of her desk chair, Collins went downstairs to join her mother for supper.



Realizing she never had lunch, Collins felt energized after eating and decided to do some homework in the living room while her mother relaxed in front of the television. She did her best to concentrate on math and managed to do so for a while, but eventually her mind began to stray. She thought of her rubber cock fondly and anticipated the next time she could get it between her legs. They had only been apart for a short time but Collins missed her cock. She missed the way it filled her up and gave her such amazing orgasms.



When she felt the dampness between her thighs Collins suddenly gathered up her books, “I think I’m going to turn in, mom.”



Deborah gave her daughter a worried glance, “Are you sure you’re feeling all right, honey? It’s only nine.”



Collins nodded assuredly, “I’m just tired, it’s been a long week. Plus, Rachel and I stayed up really late last night gabbing and stuff.”



“Okay. Well, sleep well. Remember I’m working another extra shift tomorrow, but there are leftovers in the fridge for lunch.”



Collins thanked her mother and kissed her on the cheek before hurrying upstairs to her bedroom. She closed the door and dumped her books in a corner. She stripped off all her clothes to a pile on the floor and moved to the nightstand where she had hidden her cock.



“Hey lover,” she said to the rubber object once it was in her loving hands. She crawled onto her bed, “I missed you so much.”



On her hands and knees, Collins lowered her head and pressed the side of her face against the bedspread to support her upper body weight. Sticking her naked ass into the air she reached between her legs and positioned her cock just-so. The entrance was smooth due to the fact that Collins was already moist with anticipation. She let out a soft moan as the bulky head of her cock invaded her insides. She could feel the veiny shaft sliding against her labia and clitoris, its surface still sticky from the last time it was within her.



It wasn’t long before her cock was slick with renewed arousal and sliding in and out with ease. Collins flipped the switch on the base of her toy and began squirming as the gentle buzzing vibrated against the walls of her passage. Leaning on her head, Collins was able to use both hands between her legs. One manipulated her cock in and out while the other fondled her clitoris. It wasn’t long before her fingers were sticky with leaking fluid.



Unable to find her magic spot, Collins rolled to her back and lifted her knees. She probed gently with her buzzing cock, poking it back and forth, until it hit her G-spot. One big shiver consumed her entire body and Collins had to remember not to scream. Instead, her mouth hung open in a silent expression of ecstasy while she assaulted her pleasure-point. Her other hand reached out and grasped at the bedspread, her fingers digging in and clutching desperately. An orgasm was slowly building and Collins feared for her silence.



Not wanting to alert her mother, she frantically grasped for a pillow. Her hand fell upon one and Collins swiftly lifted it to her face. The silencing tool arrived just in time as tingling orgasmic waves swept through her tummy and thighs. Collins cried out, though the sounds were muffled perfectly.



When that orgasm ran its course, the self-pleasure didn’t end. Collins continued fucking herself with her cock or simply rubbing the vibrating toy against her sensitive clit. Her pussy grew red and puffy from the abuse, but Collins couldn’t stop.



Glancing at the clock, she realized it was two o’clock in the morning and that she had been at it for the better part of five hours. But Collins loved her cock and she was addicted to the orgasms it gave her – like a drug. She knew she needed to stop; she could feel the soreness between her legs. Reluctantly, she slid her cock out and relaxed atop her bed.



The cock was soaked from her vaginal fluids which literally dripped from its surface. Several wet spots stained her bedspread. The inside of her thighs were wet and the crack of her ass was sticky. Collins wondered how she could produce so much cum, studying her cock fondly.



She also wondered what she tasted like.



Lifting her cock, Collins licked it out of curiosity. It was a pungent but sweet flavor. Tasting again, Collins found that she liked it. It turned her on to taste her own pussy juice and soon she was lapping at her cock like it was a Popsicle, cleaning it of the sweet fluids. By the time she was done Collins was dizzy from the thought of tasting her own sex. Her pussy ached, but not with soreness. It ached with need.



So Collins plunged the cock back into her depths and began fucking herself once more.



=====



Clothes lay scattered about the bedroom floor, panties and jeans alike discarded haphazardly. The blinking of a dozen chat requests decorated the laptop screen, which also displayed a webcam window long dark from inactivity. The room reeked of sex and stale cunt juice.



“Jesus Christ,” Rachel muttered as she walked into her cousin’s room.



Collins lay fast asleep, face down on top of her bed. No blankets covered her nude form and she was positioned spread-eagled, her bare white ass on full display and a rubber dildo halfway inserted into her vagina. The bedspread was littered with a dozen damp spots that had only begun to dry.



“Collins,” Rachel laid a hand to her cousin’s shoulder and shook her gently. “Collins, wake up.”



“Hmm?” Collins stirred, her eyes squinting to guard against the morning sun.



“Are you okay?” Rachel worried. “What the hell happened here last night? Did you have an orgy or something?”



“Huh?” Collins lifted her head, confused. She felt a slight pain between her legs.



“Collins,” Rachel fretted, “are you on drugs?”



“What?” Collins wiped at her face. “No… oh my god…”



Collins realized she was naked. She also realized where her cock was. “Oh god…”



“Did you know you have a dildo hanging out of you?”



“Oh god,” was all Collins could think of to say. She was mortified that Rachel was seeing her this way. “I was… I was…”



She sat up while trying to stammer out an excuse and grasped her cock. Collins winced as she slid the thing out as everything down there had dried up.



“Jesus, Collins.” Rachel laid a hand at her cousin’s back. “Did you have a boy here last night? Did he take advantage of you, or something? Were you… raped?”



Collins swiftly shook her head and rose from the bed, “No! No, it was nothing like that.”



Rachel watched as Collins slipped a robe over her naked body, “Are you sure? You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”



“I was…”



Rachel moved forward and put reassuring hands on Collins’ shoulders, “You were what? What is it, hon? You can tell me.”



Collins’ cheeks colored bright crimson, “I was masturbating.”



Rachel’s eyebrows lifted, “Huh?”



Collins let out an ashamed sigh, “I was masturbating, okay? It was late and I must have fallen asleep. God, I’m so embarrassed. You must think I’m a total freak of society.”



Rachel quickly grasped her cousin in a loving hug when she saw tears falling down Collins’ cheeks, “I don’t think you’re a freak! It’s just that when I saw you like that I thought maybe you hooked up with some guy and he slipped you something or… god. I’m just glad you’re okay.”



Collins hugged Rachel back in a tight grip, “You really don’t think I’m some sick weirdo?”



Rachel laughed against Collins’ shoulder, “Of course not. You’re not the only one with a dildo, you know. But be honest with me. What’s going on with you?”



Collins let go of Rachel and sat at the edge of her bed, “W-what do you mean?”



Rachel spoke gently, “I mean, I found you spread out on your bed with a dildo hanging out of your lady-parts. It’s a little… unusual, don’t you think? How long were you at it, last night?”



“I don’t know. I-it’s just that… I can’t stop,” Collins admitted softly. “It feels so good and when I start… I can’t resist doing it over and over again.”



“I get it,” Rachel sat next to her cousin and wrapped an arm around Collins’ shoulders. “I was the same way after I got my first sex toy.”



Collins wiped a tear off her cheek, “Really?”



“Sure,” Rachel nodded. “I could barely keep it out of myself. I was using it, like, all the time.”



Collins breathed out a teary laugh and pushed a hand through her black hair, trying to keep the mess out of her face.



“You want to know a secret?” Rachel whispered.



Collins glanced at her.



“I lost my virginity to my first dildo.”



Collins smiled. “Really? Me too.”



“I thought so. So, you haven’t been with any boys?”



Collins shyly shook her head.



Rachel squeezed her cousin, “We just need to find you a boyfriend, that’s all. You’re going to be okay.”



“Thanks Rachel,” Collins sniffed. “You’re the best.”



“I know,” Rachel agreed with a teasing smile.



=====



After getting herself and her room cleaned up, Collins rode with Rachel to a nearby bar & grill for lunch. (Another nice thing about Rachel was that she had a car.) They chose a booth in the corner so they could talk and not be overheard. Fortunately the restaurant wasn’t crowded and the girls were served their salads quickly.



“So when did you get it?” Rachel asked as she poured dressing.



“Get what?”



“You know. Your toy.”



Collins spread a napkin over her lap, “You mean my cock?”



Rachel grinned at her cousin’s blunt description, “Yeah.”



“Last week. On my birthday. I went to that sex shop downtown.”



“Ew,” Rachel made a face. “You mean that grungy place on Washington?”



Collins nodded, “Yeah.”



“Collins,” Rachel chided, “that place is for pervs and pedos. You should have ordered one online; you could have been raped, or worse.”



“My mom checks my credit card bill,” Collins explained. “And it wasn’t that bad. Actually, this guy who worked there seemed pretty harmless.”



“Well yeah, the employees are fine. It’s the creepy guys who go up to those sleazy porn booths that scare me.”



Collins looked to her cousin, “Yeah, the cashier mentioned those. What happens up there, anyway?”



“There’s all these little rooms,” Rachel explained. “Like the size of bathroom stalls. There’s a TV in there and they show different channels of hardcore porn.”



“Really?” Collins took a bite of her salad, curious how her cousin always seemed to know so much about the taboo side of life.



“Yeah, but the creepy part is the glory holes.”



Collins didn’t understand, “Glory holes? What are those?”



“There are these holes in the walls between booths,” Rachel described. “Guys stick their dicks through them hoping that whoever is on the other side sucks it or jerks them off. I don’t think they even care if it’s a guy on the other side, most of the time.”



Collins stared at Rachel with owlish and fascinated eyes. She remembered seeing something like that online after Rachel described it, “Seriously? Those are for real?”



Rachel nodded, “Promise me you won’t go back to that place. I don’t want to see you on the evening news as a sexual-assault victim.”



Collins crossed her fingers beneath the table, “I promise.”



=====



Every shift, whether it was day or night, brought in at least one surprising customer. Sunday was no different.



Rodney glanced up from the counter when the bell above the door sounded and immediately recognized the girl. She was wearing a black knee-length skirt and a purple blouse. Her straight black hair was neatly brushed and parted down the middle. Simple pumps adorned her feet.



“Well, well, well.” Rodney closed the magazine he was reading, “Look who’s back.”



Collins smiled shyly and approached the counter, “Hi.”



Rodney lifted his chin in greeting, “So, how’d your friend like the toy you bought her?”



Collins blushed, “Oh, she loved it.”



“That’s great,” Rodney smiled.



Collins noticed how cute Rodney looked from two dimples on his cheeks that pitted when he smiled. His brown-colored hair looked better too; he’d recently had it cut and styled it in a spiky mess that stuck straight up. Collins guessed he was in his mid-twenties, maybe younger. She was still slightly off-put by his arm tattoos, but they weren’t so bad when he wore a longer-sleeved tee



“So what can I help you with today?” Rodney offered.



Collins set her purse on the counter, “I would like to buy some tokens.”



Rodney raised an eyebrow, “You want to go upstairs?”



Collins nodded simply, “Yes. Why? The booths aren’t full, are they?”



Rodney chuckled, “No, no one’s been up there all day. Sunday afternoons aren’t exactly prime-time for the porno booths.”



Collins frowned with disappointment, “Oh.”



“What’s wrong? Were you hoping for some company?”



“Hm?” Collins blushed some more, “Oh, no. Um… here.”



Rodney watched as Collins removed a ten dollar bill from her purse and set it on the corner. He shrugged and opened the register, retrieving the appropriate amount of tokens. “Have fun,” he offered. “Keep in mind we’re not responsible for any items that get lost or stolen.”



Taking her tokens, Collins moved nervously towards the stairs. She discovered a long hallway on the floor above with rows of doors along each wall. All of the doors hung open and she peaked into a few of the booths to see what they looked like. Each one was identical, housing a simple cushioned bench and a television set built into the wall. The first several she checked smelled funny so she kept moving. About halfway down the row she glanced into a room and spotted what Rachel had been talking about.



There was a hole between it and the booth next to it.



Collins swallowed nervously and gathered her nerve before entering the booth and closing the door behind her. She sat down on the bench and pulled a token out of her purse. Leaning forward she placed the token into a wall slot and pushed a button. The television came to life, displaying a hardcore sex scene between a man and a woman. It wasn’t that interesting, so Collins pushed the button again. The television switched to gay porn, where three guys were all playing with one another. Though curious, Collins decided she wasn’t into that either and pushed the button again. Two women appeared on the screen, their legs scissored between one another’s. They were lesbians and they were mashing their pussies together in some sort of sexual act Collins had never seen, but the way the girls were moaning and gyrating she guessed it was fairly pleasurable.



Pressing the button one more time, Collins was treated to a close up of a girl sucking on a big cock. She liked that and settled there, digging into her purse once more. Her plan of jerking off her first real cock may have fallen through, since no one else was around, but she decided she may as well enjoy herself while there. She pulled out her rubber cock.



Collins was about to hike her skirt up to her waist when she heard a noise come from the booth next door. She froze and listened to the booth’s door close, followed by the lock latching. Her token was only worth two minutes of time so the television went black. Suddenly everything was very quiet and the only thing Collins could hear was the pounding of her own heart. Then it happened.



A cock poked through the hole.



Collins inhaled and held her breath, nervously staring at it. It was the first cock she had ever seen in real life, and it was only inches from her. It was semi-erect and bobbed slightly in the air. She guessed it was near six inches in length though Collins knew it would lengthen further with arousal. It had nice thickness and smooth skin, with a big bulbous head just like she favored. It was glorious and beautiful.



“Go ahead,” came a coarse whisper from the other side, “touch it.”



Collins realized she was still holding her breath and exhaled slowly while moving her hand forward. She trembled with anticipation and thought of all the times she had fantasized about a moment like this one.



“Oh god,” she whispered silently when her hand grasped the shaft of the cock. It felt warm and firm, though still pliant. It was nothing like her rubber toy. Collins smoothed her grip down to the cock’s base and then back up again, feeling every inch of it. The cock responded to her touch, hardening in her grasp and pulsing to life. She grazed her fingertips against the ridge of the cock’s crown, causing the shaft to twitch.



“I want to make you cum,” Collins said. “Can I make you cum?”



Her only answer came when the cock was pushed further through the hole. Even the man’s balls came through. They were shaved and puffy with arousal. Collins took the hint and gripped the cock firmly. She stroked it several times, staring in fascination as a dew-drop of pre-cum appeared at the cock’s tip. She ran the pad of her thumb across the cock’s slit and smeared the fluid around its crown. A moan could be heard from the other booth, encouraging Collins that she was doing well.



Pumping her hand with a steady stroking motion, Collins began jerking the cock off at a rhythmic pace. She was gentle with her grip at first, fearful of harming the cock, but quickly learned that the tighter she squeezed the louder the moans were from the other side. Every time her fist grazed over the ridge of the cock’s head it seemed to leap in her hand, as though twitching with pleasure. She focused on it for several moments, jerking off just the head of it, and the cock’s ridge firmed and swelled.



Pre-cum began to ooze freely from the cock’s tip and Collins put it to use, smearing it down and lubricating the cock’s shaft. Her hand slid easily along his slick skin after that and Collins increased the pace of her pumping hand.. The man on the other side started thrusting his hips, humping his erection into her hand in time with her motion. She sensed something was about to happen when the cock seemed to grow in her hand, thickening to an almost steel-like hardness. She heard a grunt, so she jerked the cock off faster. She felt the cock pulse, so she pumped yet faster. A loud groan came through the hole, and her hand became a blur.

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