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The Monday after the most embarrassing night of her life blew in with a storm, the skies gray and cloudy, just like Gracie’s mood. She’d sat at her desk for hours, working with the determination of a machine, trying to keep her mind off of one thing. Or one person, to be exact.



Mitchell Caldwell.



It wasn’t the humiliation that had kept her tossing and turning for the last two nights, but a man she’d only seen for a matter of moments. A few moments that had captivated her to the point of obsession.



Gracie wasn’t worried about her reputation or that of her firm. The threat of a lawsuit had squelched the gossip that had been circulating. If anything, business seemed to be up. She’d received a few interesting emails with indecent proposals, a dozen roses with a card that contained a marriage proposal, a singing telegram and a dozen messages from John begging her to return his calls. She’d gotten her partners to pull their accounts from John’s bank and invest with a competitor. He’d do anything to get them back as clients. Even apologize. From what she’d heard through office gossip, it wasn’t only their accounts that he’d lost since the previous Saturday.



It was petty revenge, but it felt damn good.



Gracie jumped in surprise as a crash of thunder rattled the glass in her office window. Being on the nineteenth floor had never made her feel very safe. The time had gotten away from her, and it was already way past dark. The rain was coming down so hard that she couldn’t see two feet outside her window.



She shut down her computer and shoved her files in her briefcase. The Texas weather was too warm for a coat, even a raincoat, so she was thankful that she’d gotten to work early enough that she’d found a parking spot in the garage. Getting soaked to the skin would have just added misery to an already miserable day.



The elevator took her straight to the bottom, not stopping at other floors along the way, as almost everyone in the building had already headed home for the evening. Her heels clicked rapidly on the cement as she made her way to the lone car parked under the yellow light in the far corner, and her hand clutched her briefcase and handbag in a tight grip. Her heart was racing, and she had to squelch the urge to scream every time the thunder boomed overhead. Images of a large glass of wine and a hot bath were the only thoughts in her mind when a hand clamped over her mouth and another wrapped around her waist, effectively clamping her arms to her sides.



Gracie bit at the black-gloved fingers and screamed when he uncovered her mouth, no doubt cursing the pain she’d caused him. The instinct to fight back overtook her and she kicked out behind her, feeling the hard flesh deflect her foot. Her attacker was silent through it all, wearing down her strength patiently as he dodged her blows. It had seemed like she’d been struggling for minutes, but in truth it had only been seconds. Her screams had gone unheard and she was truly alone with an attacker whose strength was far superior to her own.



The last thought that went through her mind before the sickeningly sweet smell of chloroform assailed her nostrils, was that John Johnson would pay for this.



#



Gracie remembered vaguely that she’d ridden in a van. To where, she had no idea, but every detail mattered. When she’d woken again she was lying on something soft, probably a mattress, in a room as black as pitch. She couldn’t see anything, but she could still hear the rain pouring outside. Did that mean it was still the same day?



Her mind was fuzzy from the drug and a headache pounded just behind her eyes. She tried to lift her hands up to rub away the pounding, but they were restrained. Panic overtook her, and she had to consciously slow her breathing for fear of hyperventilating and passing out.



Gracie cleared her mind and tried to think of the facts. She’d been on her way home from work when she’d been attacked, she’d been drugged, she’d woken briefly in a van with a hard metal floor, it was still raining and her hands and feet were tied to what she assumed was a mattress. Any way she looked at it, she decided the outcome couldn’t be good.



The opening of the door sped her controlled breathing up once again. It wasn’t the sound of the door that let her know that someone was in the room with her, but rather the lack of sound. The pregnant silence settled over her like a thick blanket, suffocating her until she wanted to scream just to fill the void.



The footsteps of her captor weighed heavy as he made his way to her side. “Have no fear from me,” he said. He knelt beside her on the bed and lifted her head in his hand. The cool water splashed against her lips and she drank greedily. Her mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.



“Slow down,” he ordered. “You don’t want to make yourself sick. Open your mouth for me.”



“Why?”



“I have aspirin for your headache.”



When she didn’t comply, he stuck his finger through her clamped lips and pried her mouth open, dropping the two pills in. He held her nose and poured the water down her throat until he was sure she’d swallowed them.



“Don’t make things difficult on yourself. There is no need for you to be in pain.”



“Then untie me,” Gracie demanded.



“The bonds do not hurt you,” he said, checking the padded restraints just to make sure.



“Someone will look for me,” she said. “You can’t just take someone against their will and not expect there to be consequences.”



“But this is your will, isn’t it, Gracie.” He whispered the words so they were a caress along her skin.



A satin blindfold was placed around her head, and she almost asked what the point was since it was so dark inside the room, but the she heard the scrape of matches and saw the dim glow of light through her blindfold. Gracie heard a small click and winced as she felt a cold blade glance across her skin. It was sharp as it sliced through her clothing as if it were nothing more than paper. Her suit was tossed aside, no more than trash now, and her undergarments were given similar treatment until she was laid bare before her captor. She let out a breath of relief when she heard another click and the blade was put away.



“Beautiful,” he whispered as he ran his finger from the tip of her breast to the top of her thigh. “I’m going to give you a choice, Gracie. We’re not strangers. I felt the passion in you from the first moment and knew that we’d be together this way. But if you want what I have to give you, you have to take a chance.”



Mitchell. But what if it wasn’t really him? Was she willing to take that chance?



“What do you have to give me?” she asked.



“My cock buried deep in your pussy and as many orgasms as you can stand.”



His promise sent desire to her clit and she could feel her nipples pebble. “And what is the alternative?”



“I’ll let you go. And you’ll never see me again, except in your dreams.”



Gracie held back a cry of distress. She couldn’t bear the though of never having his touch again.



“No, don’t release me,” she said, panicked as she felt him begin to unclasp her restraints. “I want what you have to give me.”



“Very good,” he whispered.



She shuddered as his mouth came down over her nipple. The warmth of his caress and the gentle pull from the suction of his mouth was almost enough to make her go over the edge. Then he bit her, gently at first and then increasingly harder, until she did scream with a climax. His warm tongue soothed the pain with long strokes until she sighed in contentment.



She gasped as something cold touched the still tender nipple and she whimpered in pain when something clamped down onto it. Hard. And then the same thing was repeated with the other one. The clamps sent jolts of pleasure straight to her clit, and she had another small orgasm before her captor could work his way down her body.



“Please. . .” she begged.



“Please, what?”



“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”



“Whatever I wish,” he answered as he closed his mouth over her most sensitive spot.



Gracie could do nothing but moan as she felt him open her nether lips with his fingers and kiss her intimately. His tongue circled her clitoris and then delved inside her, and he repeated the process over and over until she was writhing beneath him and pulling at her restraints.



“I’m going to come,” she panted.



“Mmm, I hope so. You taste so sweet. I want you to flood my mouth with your nectar.” He flicked his tongued one last time against the swollen nub and sent her spiraling over the edge.



She screamed out her release. “Stop, stop, it’s too much. Ohmigod. Please,” she didn’t know what she was asking, only that the sweet torment continue.



Gracie sighed as he slowed his assault and gently lapped at her still throbbing pussy. The sensations continued though when he pushed his finger slowly inside her, all the way to the hilt.



“God,” he groaned. “You’re so tight. Do you know how good you’re going to feel around my cock?”



Gracie protested as he pulled his finger out, but moaned when he quickly added a second and began slowly penetrating her again. Her toes curled when he curved his fingers up slightly and hit her G spot. It had been eight years since a man had found her G spot, and it had been an accident that time. The pleasure intensified as he flicked her clitoris in time with his fingers, and before long she was thrusting against his mouth and his fingers with another climax.



She might have passed out for a minute or two, but when she woke the restraints were being taken off her legs.



“What about my hands?” she asked when she realized he was going to leave those in place. “I want to touch you.”



“No, you want to be dominated. Held captive. You will not touch me with your hands until I say so.”



With the restraints gone from her ankles she was able to bring her legs up higher, expose more of herself to him. She waited in anticipation for what he would do next. The sound of drawers opening and closing caught her interest, but she was soon distracted as she felt the weight of his body back on the bed.



“Pull your knees up to your chest and open yourself wider to me,” he demanded.



Gracie felt the cool gel on his finger and yipped at the shock of it. It warmed quickly, and when his finger touched the puckered star of her anus, she relaxed her muscles as her worked his finger inside. He repeated the process slowly, gathering more lube and then slowly penetrating a finger, then two fingers, then three, until she was prepared for whatever he had in store for her.



“Relax,” he told her.



She did as he asked, but still tensed as the felt something hard penetrate her ass. It was large and ridged, and every bump and ridge was received with a gasp of pleasure, until it was pushed in to the hilt and her bowels were full.



“Oh, God, it’s huge.”



“Put your legs down and keep it inside,” he told her. “I’ll punish you if you don’t keep it in.”



Gracie felt his hot breath along her skin as he made his way back up her body to her lips. The kiss was carnal and wet, and she tried to wrap her legs around him and take him inside of her, but he wouldn’t let her. He pinched her nipple in punishment and she whimpered.



“You’re getting greedy, slave,” he said.



She felt him move up so his legs were on either side of her torso, and the weight of his cock rested against her chin. He cradled her head in his hands and positioned her so her lips touched the salty tip.



“Open you mouth,” he said.



Gracie complied, hungrily, and they both groaned as his cock entered her mouth. She relaxed her throat as he began fucking her mouth, slamming himself against her face. She swirled her tongue around his tip every time he pulled back. His pace became frantic and frenzied, and he held her head still so his cock completely disappeared inside her mouth.



“God, yessss,” he groaned.



Gracie felt the force of his come as she did her best to swallow it down. She drank every drop and flicked her tongue over his sensitive underside, making him jump with pleasure. She kept him in her mouth a little longer, amazed that he was still very hard.



“That was amazing,” he said as he collapsed beside her.



She felt him move until his weight was no longer on the bed. He positioned himself at the foot of the bed and then slowly turned her until she was on her hands and knees.



“Mmm, that’s a beautiful sight,” he said as he ran his fingers across her cunt, making her shiver with need. “Can you imagine what you look like right now? Your ass is in the air with a giant dildo shoved in you to the hilt, and your pussy is gaping open just begging to be fucked. I can’t wait any longer,” he said, positioning himself behind her.



Gracie felt the head of his penis brush against her nether lips. She was already so full from the dildo in her ass she didn’t know how she was going to take him as well. Her breath caught as he pushed his length into her in one thrust. Her breasts rubbed against the sheets of the bed with every thrust and the clamps on her nipples sent tingles to her core. She squeezed her muscles around him with every thrust, trying to prolong her pleasure, but the sensations against her nipples, in her ass and her pussy were too much for her to take. She came in a gush, her juices soaking the bed beneath them.



“Oh, fuck yeah,” her captor yelled. “You are so fucking hot.” He pulled out of her and she heard him rummaging around in another drawer.



“I can’t take any more,” she cried.



The slap of a paddle against her bare bottom changed her mind. She winced in pain at the same time she was groaning in pleasure, because every once in a while the paddle would glance off her pussy lips and leave her wanting more. Just when she thought she’d have to beg for another release, her captor spanked her hard and pulled the dildo from her ass at the same time. Her senses were assaulted and she came again, collapsing in exhaustion.



The man behind her began messaging something cool into her burning ass cheeks, and she sighed in relief at his gentle touch. She was dozing as she felt him readjust the restraints around her wrists so the chain was longer. He pulled her toward the edge of the bed until her legs touched the floor and she was bent over the side. Her arms were tied over her head, and her sensitive breasts were pressed into the mattress.



“Now it’s my turn,” her captor whispered.



She shuddered as he left a trail of wet kisses up her spine, and she felt his hard arousal nestled between the cheeks of her ass. His weight was heavenly against her body, and when he shifted and guided himself into the puckered rosebud of her anus, they both groaned in bliss. He thrust against her patiently, slowly, until the sensations she’d become so familiar with started to spread through her body.



“I’m going to come, baby,” he panted. His breath was hot against her ear, and his tempo had increased.



“Yes, please, come inside my ass. I want to feel your come coat my insides.” Gracie thrust back against him, harder and faster until he shouted his release. She felt his cock expand and his hot seed shoot up inside of her, causing her own orgasm. Her sphincter tightened around him and they both shook as they collapsed from the intensity of their desires.



Gracie woke as she felt him separate himself from her body. They were sticky and covered in sweat. He pulled out of her slowly, but even then she winced in discomfort.



“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll run a hot bath and we can both soak our sore muscles,” he said lying down beside her.



She turned her head toward his voice and smiled as he released her hands from their bonds and reached around to loosen her blindfold. As her eyes adjusted to the light she found herself looking into crystalline blue eyes, the eyes of the man she’d been dreaming of. The man who had captivated her from their first encounter.



“I knew it was you,” Gracie whispered, as she touched his face for the first time. She leaned over and kissed him gently. “Mitchell.”



“You were the reason I came to that stupid party,” he said. “I saw you leaving your office building on Friday, and I knew I had to have you. It took fast work to find out who you were and what your plans were, but my staff pulled it off. And it wasn’t that hard to question your staff because I own your building.”



Gracie laughed at that news and snuggled closer. “Well, you have me. And I leave it up to you as to what you want to do with me.”



“I have a proposition for you,” Mitchell said without any hesitation.



Gracie stared at him, her body still tingling from his touch, and knew he could ask her for anything in that moment and she’d agree. “What is it?”



“Well, I heard a woman once say something very profound, and it’s stuck with me. What do you say I treat you like a queen, and then you can give me amazing sex for the rest of my life until we’re both too old to care?”



“Whoever said that sounds like a smart woman,” Gracie said. “It’s a deal.”

Dedicated to the one that continues to haunt me.



*



I get out of my car and walk up to you, smirking the whole way for I have this day planned and I am going to enjoy it. Holding out my arms, you step in and give me a hug as I place a soft kiss on your cheek and give you a squeeze. You tighten your arms around me, hugging me back not sure what I have planned but this is a nice start. Letting you go, I take out a blindfold and step back. I stare into your eyes as I slip it over your head, covering those beautiful brown eyes of yours. My arms go around you again and I kiss your neck, my breath tickling it as I hold you.



“You ready for today, Lindsey?” I whisper in your ear.



“Yes, sir,” you say with no hesitation.



“That’s my good girl,” I respond,” Hold out your hands.”



You hold out your hands so trustingly and you feel and hear the metal clicks of handcuffs binding your wrists together. I know you are surprised it very rare that I pull out the restraints in the open like this and their is another surprise in store. I pull your hair back as and something jingles in your ear as you feel the touch of leather slide around your neck; quivering a little and you feel yourself getting wet knowing that people could be watching this right now. I tighten it around your neck, almost choking you as I put it on and that gives you even more excitement. Our lips touch as I run my fingers through your hair, I kiss your cheek then your neck.



“You look so good baby doll, all collared and restrained. I can’t wait to get you alone.” I tell you.



“Of course, sir, anything you want,” you respond.



“You are being so good today, I am going to have to reward you.”



I tug on the collar as you feel the leash get attached to it and I give it a little pull, using it to guide you to the car. You are nervous as you walk, knowing that it is only my guidance keeping you from falling. I lead you slowly and you feel the leash go slack and you stop. I open the car door and I take your hand, helping you into the car. It takes you a little effort to find the seat and I keep helping to make sure you are all in the car. The car door shuts and you are left alone for a moment or two and you hear your heart beating and feel yourself breath in and out. The noise from the street is just background to you as you wait for me to get into the car. The sound of the other car door opening startles you a bit as I climb into the car. I pick up the leash again and wrap it around my hand before starting the car. I pull away from curb and we take the long drive up into the mountains. For the most part the drive is quiet as we wind our way through the pass though I do tease you with my fingers running along your skin. I play with your hair and rub my thumb across your lips which you take a playful nibble at it. You hear me chuckle as I move my thumb away.



“Naughty naughty,” I say, playfully as I grab your hair and pull on it lightly.



You make a light, low moan in your throat because of the pain but it feels so good. The long drive has given you plenty of time to imagine what I have planned. Is he going to tie me to a tree and take me or will it be bent over the hood of his car and he fucks me on the side of the road. He could also take me in the back of the car, hanging from the “oh shit” handles. You squirm a little in the seat as these thoughts roll around in your head; you hear him chuckle, a wicked deep sound. My hand touches your leg, brushing the skirt up; getting access to your soft skin. The leather of the leash slides along your skin still wrapped in my hand causing you to shiver. He told you not to wear panties and you wanted to obey but the skirt was so short, you couldn’t obey for the fear got the best of you. So, when his hand reached your panties you hear his sigh and his fingers dig into your inner thigh. After a moment, I stop squeezing your thigh and my finger gently touch your panties.



“What did I tell you today?” I ask.



“Um…,” You hesitate to respond.



“What did I tell you?” I ask more firmly.



“Not to wear panties, sir.”



“And what are these?” I ask, pulling on them with a finger.



“My little black and white boy shorts.”



“And those are?”



“Panties, sir, but I … was scared to go out without them,” You stammer out.



“I’m very disappointed in you, I gave you a simple command and you failed me. You do understand I am going to have to punish you for this,” I tell you, in a firm tone.



“Yes sir,” You say softly.



My hand tangles in your hair and I pull sharply on it, forcing your head back.



“What as that little one? I didn’t hear you.”



“Yes Sir,” you say distinctly.



I let go of your hair, hearing you gasp as the pain recedes. You sit quietly as the drive continues and the isolation of blindfold works its way into your mind. You go back to the thoughts of where you are going and what he is going to do to you, with the added punishment for disobeying him. Your mind adds the leather of his belt slapping again and again into your ass. You squirm in the seat at the thoughts flowing through your head. You like the way he controls you and the way he punishes you for misbehaving.



I watch you, glancing at you as we drive. I can tell you are lost in thought because you are being quiet and your fingers are playing with the hem of your skirt. You are adorable, the way your dark hair frames your face; it always makes my fingers itch to brush it away from your neck and kiss it. I drive a little faster; I am just as excited to get start my plan. We drive in silence for another fifteen minutes up into the mountains. I pull up in front of the house and I turn off the car. I climb out of the car and make my around. Holding open the door for you, I help you out; taking the leash into my hand again.



“Come along, baby doll, we are here,” I command you.



I tug on the leash, leading you down the path to the front door. This is the place for my plans, I open up the door. Escorting you into the house, I guide you to the table. It is a solid oak table, six feet in length and four feet wide, built a long time ago. It is sturdy and has had many meals eaten on it but this is a different kind of serving that will be done tonight. I push you against the table, trapping you against it as I kiss you. My desire is apparent to you as I press our bodies together.



You feel my hands push you onto the cool wood of the table. Your skirt rides up as you slide across the top of the table. It takes you a minute to realize what he is doing as he pushes you down on the table top. His hands keep a hold of the cuffs on your wrists and you feel them get taken off. His lips on yours as he kisses you hard and passionately. He pushes your body down onto the table, holding your arms above your head. His teeth sink into your neck as he keeps you trapped to the table. You feel the strap go over one wrist, it gets cinched down tight against your skin. The other strap goes around just as tight as he finishes strapping your arms to the table.



Once I am done with your arms, I slide my hands down your body roughly feeling every inch of you. I get to your skirt and lift it up. I shake my head sadly at the sight of your boy shorts, as much as I love them I am still angry at you for wearing them. I pull them off of you, none to gently and hold them in my hand. Once that is done, I reach and hold down your ankle, I pull the loop over your foot and push it tight. My fingers stroke your other ankle then sliding them up and down your calf I tease you. We both know I am going to finish tying you to this table but I love the feel of your skin and feeling the anticipation going through your body. Sliding my hand up you leg, I go along your thigh getting my hand closer and closer to your pussy. The tips of my fingers brush it for a moment then move back down your leg and that causes me to smile at your squirming. I dig my fingers into your flesh on the way back down to your ankle. Holding onto it tight I slip the strap over it and pull it tight.



You feel me leave you but only for a moment. Hands grab your face and you mouth is forced open and your own panties are forced into your mouth. You try to talk but it is muffled by the cloth in your mouth. You can taste yourself on them from the teasing, the hair pulling, the blindfold, all of that got you wet on the ride up and now you taste that in your mouth. The straps get tightened, pulling your arms over the edge of table. His footsteps sound on the hardwood floor as he walks to the end of the table. The bindings pull hard on your legs as they get spread wide, opening your pussy up. Your skirt rides all the way up and you swear you can feel his gaze on your pussy as he tightens those straps.



I notice that she was wet before but now she is dripping. I see the first strand hit the table top and makes me long to lick it up but that is not part of the plan. I reach into the bag of goodies for tonight, I pull out a paddle for later and the remote vibrator for right now. I tease your pussy with the end, getting it coated in your pussy juices as I rub it against your clit. I slide it inside you, pushing it deep inside your pussy and I leave it there. I kiss your neck softly as I turn it on for the moment. I hear you gasp as it vibrates inside you and I smile as I turn it up another notch. I pull up a chair and watch as I play with the power.



Moaning and gasping into the gag, you just want to yell but you can’t. He is killing you as he messes with power of the vibrator. You feel the tension building inside you as he turns it back down; the combination of being tied up, the hard wood, the blindfold, tasting yourself on your panties and his control over the toy in your pussy. You fight against the rising tide of your orgasm because you know he will punish you more. The wetness drips out of your pussy down along your ass and onto the table. His breath is on your ear as he licks your ear.



“No cumming little one,” I command.



That almost makes you cum but you manage to throttle it down and keep your orgasm in check. It hurts but you manage it and you squirm on the table top. You feel the cool metal of nipple clamps pinch your nipples as he puts them on then you feel the chain of the third clamp go down across your stomach. He clips it to your clit, making you yelp into the gag and writhe against your restraints. Pure torture, his teasing and tempting you to disobey him and cum but keep it under control for him, you do really want to be good for him.



I smile down at you, watching you squirm on the table. This is going better than I had planned, you look so beautiful sprawled and stretched onto the table. I lean down and kiss your stomach, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin on my lips. I push the tip of my tongue out and I lick your skin; I growl because you taste so good to me. I sit back down watching you writhe on the table. I push the vibrator remote up a notch to hear you squeal. I let this go on for about 10 minutes before turning it off and standing back up, I move to the table. I take off the blindfold and pull the panties from your mouth. You whimper a little as you look into my eyes and I see the pleas to cum that you haven’t been able to voice reflected in them. I kiss you softly.



“Now baby doll, I am going to have to punish you for being such a naughty girl and wearing panties. So stay put and I will release the straps,” I tell you.



I take the straps off your arms, then your ankles. I watch you as you straighten your clothes, pulling your skirt and shirt back down. It is so cute when you are shy about your body, even though you know I get so hard for you. I wish you understood how much I treasure all of you, that smile, those eyes, your heart and your mind but you have a hard time seeing yourself clearly, so I will keep working on it. I pull you upright as kiss you softly. My hands reach down and slide your shirt up and off. You look away from me ass I grab your skirt, I strip it off of you. Gently, I grab you and roll you over onto your stomach. I, again, strap you down to the table pulling all the straps tight so you can’t get away. Patting your ass, I pick up the paddle and I show it to you.



“Time for your spankings, ten is the count for disobeying me,” I inform you.



“Yes, sir,” You respond.



The paddle cracks down on your ass, sending ripples through your flesh.



“One.”



The paddle rubs across your little ass and then it leaves and slams down on your ass again.



“Two.”



It hits your ass again, causing you to gasp.



“Three.”



Thwack.



“Four,” you yelp out, quivering a little. You feel your pussy dripping as he rubs the paddle along your pussy.



He waits and holds it, making you shiver in anticipation of the next crack of it on your ass. You wait for what seems like an eternity but when it comes it is just a gentle pat but still makes you jump a little.



“Five.”



The paddle slaps into your ass.



“Six.”



Smack.



“Seven,” you say as you moan a little.



It cracks against your ass causing you to shudder.



“Eight.”



He slams it into your ass, sending shiver all through your body.



“Nine.”



He rubs the paddle along your traumatized flesh, making you groan and squirm. Then the paddle is gone and you wait for the final spank, the tenth and it doesn’t come. You wait and you feel his other hand stroking your arm but the blow doesn’t come. You raise your ass off the table, tempting him, showing him you are ready for it and that you want it but still it doesn’t come. Breathing heavily and waiting, trying to not tense up but failing as you wiggle in anticipation of the blow.



I watch you squirm while you wait, seeing that beautiful ass of yours moving and tensing as you think I am going to spank you. The tenderness of my other hand stroking your skin is confusing your brain and you love to be spanked. I give nothing away as I bring it down hard on your ass, it startles you as the sound echoes through the house. I watch you spasm and I see you squirt all over of the table top as you orgasm.



“TTTTeeennnnnn,” you moan out as you pull against the restraints, cumming so hard.



It is so hot to watch you cum from the spanking but I sigh and shake my head. You weren’t supposed to cum without my permission. I set the paddle down next to your head and push my fingers inside your wet pussy. It makes you moan a little as I play with you and I pull them out and taste you. You taste good and I love the way you feel on my fingers.



“You came, little one,” I say to you.



“I know sir, I’m soooo sorry,” you say in chagrinned tone of voice.



“I know baby doll and I hate to punish you but you need to learn,” I tell you.



Kissing you softly right between your shoulder blades, I take the vibrator and push it back into your pussy. Turning it on to high and I sit down in front of you, I stare into your eyes, a very stern look on my face.



“You aren’t going to cum, baby doll, no matter what I do from now on,” I command you as I brush some of your dark hair from your face. You just nod and bite your lower lip as the vibrator works your already sensitive pussy.



You stare at me, trying to keep from moaning like a slut as he raises and lowers the speed of the vibrator. He stands up and moves around you, you turn your head and watch him reach into his bag and pulls out your little anal toy. He spreads some lube on it and shows it to you. A wicked smile on his face as he slowly pushes it inside your ass. You still aren’t used to it as it stretches your anus and causes you to gasp as it goes in. You can feel it in your ass and the vibrations from your pussy bounces off of it causing you to shudder. He is the only one to have taken your ass and it still feels so dirty to you and wrong but so good as well. You moan into your hair as you try to keep your orgasm in check. He smiles at you as you control yourself.



I enjoy watching you squirm and I love to hear you moan as I turn the vibrator down. I watch you fight against the restraints, unconsciously trying to touch your pussy or take it the toys out to give you relief. You look at me with pleading eyes as stroke your hair and lightly tug on it. As I force your head back, I kiss you softly on the lips feeling you moan into my mouth as my tongue licks your lower lip. My hand tightens on your hair pulling on it harder.



“Please sir, Please stop, I don’t want to cum. I want to be a good girl for you. Please sir.” You moan and beg.



“Are you going to listen to me? About panties and about cumming?” I ask you.



“Yes sir, I won’t disobey again, please sir.”



“I don’t believe you, little one.”



I turn up the vibrator again and grab a hold of the anal toy. I slowly start to fuck your ass with it. You let out a growl as you work at keeping your body under your control. I love seeing the frustration in your eyes as you look over your shoulder at me. I see your gaze shift as you try to see the toy go in and out of your ass. You shudder and bow your head back down.



“Please sir, I will be good… I will always be good for you,” You beg, “I will never cum without your permission again but please let me cum for you now. I want to cum for you please sir please please….”



“You will cum after I cum baby doll.”



Standing in front of you, he pulls out his cock and teases you with it. He glides it along your lips letting you taste his precum. You stretch yourself trying to get more of him into your mouth. You love the way his cock tastes and feels in your mouth. He lets a little more of the head slide in between your lips. A little bit of his precum hits your tongue and you moan on his cock as you try harder and harder to get more it into your mouth. You want to make him cum, to feel him spew it into your mouth but he pulls it away from you.



“Does my little girl want this?” I ask you, moving it towards you and then away.



“Yes sir, please give me your cock. I want it in my mouth, sir.”



I grab your hair and pull on it. Pushing my cock forward into you waiting mouth I start fucking your face. You gag a little as I push it in and out of your mouth and you look up at me as you take my cock. I feel every inch of your mouth on my cock as it slides in and out. I let go of your hair and you take over being a great little cocksucker. I watch your head bob up and down on my cock. I stroke your hair as you suck my cock.



He feels so good in your mouth and you love the way he tastes. You only wish you could make him cum. His iron control always makes you frustrated. You just want his cum to fill your mouth but he never lets it go. You keep sucking and sliding your tongue along his cock. You struggle to cup his balls but the restraints prevent you. It is all too soon for you when he pulls his cock away from your mouth. You whine a little and pout staring up at him. His hand strokes your hair and your cheek but he keeps his cock away from your mouth.



I walk around the table my fingers trailing down your back. Your skin feels so good and I love watching you shiver they glide down along your spine. I climb up onto the table behind you, I pull out the anal toy and I feel you shudder as it comes out. Taking a little lube, I rub it onto the head of my cock as I prepare to enter your ass for the first time. I turn down the vibrator as I rub my cock along your ass and you quiver, knowing I am going to take you. Pushing my cock slowly into your ass, taking my time, letting you get used to this invasion; you are so tight around it. I slowly rock my cock in and out of you, slowly and deliberately fucking your ass.



You moan into the table as he fucks your ass. You have always wanted someone to take you in every way and now he is doing it. You feel the vibrator get turned up as he fucks you. His cock filling your ass and you feel it vibrating as well. You moan louder and squirm against the restraints. He bites the back of your neck and that almost sends you over, you love him behind you pinning you and slowly fucking you. Makes you feel like his little bitch, his little fuck toy and it makes you quiver in total lust for him, you rock your hips, driving him deeper and deeper inside you. He pulls on your hair making you head come back.

Because the moon was riding so high and bright in the sky, it didn’t really register that the light I had parked under at the corner Stop-n-Shop was out. Besides, I was too busy thinking about a gardenia scented bath and a nice glass of merlot. I’d earned it after a double shift of dealing with semi and completely drunk assholes hitting on me and making lewd comments about whatever body part of mine took their fancy. I don’t know what I was thinking, but bartending wasn’t the easy gig I had hoped it would be.



With a sigh, I yanked the trunk open and unloaded the groceries into it. I was just coming around to open the driver side door when a black van wheeled up beside me. I had no chance to react or scream before a very large, very strong hand was clamped tightly over my mouth and I was dragged inside.



Instinct kicked in and my teeth clamped down on the hand covering my mouth and my feet kicked out desperately. I elbowed back as hard a I could and heard a satisfying grunt as I connected with ribs. A few seconds later I felt a pinch on my arm and a familiar voice saying, “You’re taking all the fun out of this little girl.” My head swam and the words were distorted but I knew that voice. It was then that I remembered the full moon and, oddly, the groceries in my the trunk of my car. Then, nothing.



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I awoke slowly from a gardenia scented dream. The unfamiliar room was dimly lit by candles and had a warm, dreamlike quality to it. I vaguely remembered the pinch to my arm before everything went black. It was when I tried to examine my arm that I realized I was handcuffed to a bed and there was someone sitting in a chair at the end of it.



“Sleeping beauty awakens.” You say in a soft voice.



“You drugged me.” I accuse as I desperately try to penetrate the darkness surrounding your face.



“Yeah, well I think you almost cracked a rib. You can get feisty when you set your mind to it.” The low chuckle that follows this statement really pisses me off.



My heart speeds up at this comment and I’m half terrified half excited by this thought. Excited that I hurt you and got just a little payback, but terrified of what you’ll do to me because of it. You rise slowly leaving the candlelight behind you and your face in the shadows. I can almost see you; almost.



You pick up something from the nightstand beside the bed and wave it in front of my face. The ever present sleep mask. You ignore my sigh as you slip it on and say, “I assume you were looking forward to a nice hot bath and a glass of merlot?”



Funny how I’m still able to be shocked by you. “Yes, how did you know that?” I answer, annoyed and a little frightened.



“I know everything about you. Don’t you realize that by now? You can’t hide anything from me.” I feel the bed sink down as you sit beside me. You take my chin lightly in your hand and slide your thumb over my lower lip. The fire that’s been banked to embers since I saw you last begins to heat up. “I know where you go, what you do and who you see every minute of every day. There is nothing I don’t know.”



With this disconcerting statement you lean down and kiss me lightly on the lips. Your tongue darts out to swipe the crease of my lips and they part like the red sea. My tongue meets yours as I allow myself to melt into that kiss, that connection. The embers begin to flame up.



You stroke my cheek as you end the kiss and whisper, “How ’bout that bath? You smell like the bar.”



The bar, not a bar. Of course he knows where I work.



“And by the way, you could be a little faster with the beer next time.” Again with the chuckle. So annoying.



Even more annoying is realizing that I probably looked right at you tonight and had no idea. I frantically searched my memory of the faces I saw tonight. Dark hair? Yes, a ton of guys with dark hair. Broad shoulders, nice physique? Yep, lots of them too. It was a popular pick-up place after all. Lots of tall guys too and hearing them talk, well it’s too loud to really get a feel for a specific voice. Besides, you always do that stupid half whisper thing which I usually find sexy. But right now? Yeah, right now it’s irritating.



I’d really rather ponder all this in the bathtub, so I say, “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to offend you with my bar smell. A bath would be great…..and wine, wine would be a nice change.”



“Change? You have wine almost every night.”



“Gee, I wonder why I’m turning into an alcoholic. Maybe it’s the stress from being repeatedly kidnapped, handcuffed and raped.” I fume.



“You can call it what you want sweetheart, but you still love it.” I can freaking FEEL you smile. I hate to admit, even to myself, that yes I love it and hate it. You have me so fucked up inside, half the time I don’t know which way is up. “I meant for this. For us. A nice change.” I don’t know what I had hoped to accomplish with this, but you apparently don’t like it at all.



I feel your breath on my face as you say, “This isn’t a date sweetheart, this is you paying your debt. You owe me a fucking story and tonight I’m going to get it.” You practically snarl at me. “So stop pissing me off.”



I cringe and pull as far away from you as possible. “I’m sorry.” I whisper hoarsely. “Please don’t hurt me.”



Again stroking my cheek as you softly whisper in my ear, “Then don’t make me,” before kissing me softly. I then hear the jingle of keys a moment before my hands are freed. You haul me up none too gently and lead me across the room by my elbow. A door opens and the smell of gardenia goes from faint to overpowering. The room is warm and steamy and my body aches to sink into that bathtub. I can’t help but sigh contentedly as you help me into it.



I hear the door close before you call through it, “You can take the mask off until I tell you to put it back on. Understand?”



“K.” I answer as I gratefully remove it. As my eyes adjust, I look around. The room is lit by candles and I’m sitting in an old fashioned claw foot tub. It’s huge and the bottom is lined with some kind of cushion. My eyes focus on a bath tray spanning the width of the tub and zero in on a nice, full glass of crimson liquid. I take a long, luscious pull on that before leaning back to rest my head on the edge of the tub. I’m pleasantly surprised by a bath pillow similar to the cushion beneath me.



I sigh contentedly again before allowing myself to really delve into the thoughts tramping merrily through my brain. Putting aside the usual questions of ‘who are you?’ and ‘why me?’, I have some new ones. How the fuck do you know every single thing that I do? Everyone that I see? Everywhere that I go?



But the big one; the one that keeps clawing at my mind on a nearly daily basis? How did you know I was a virgin? I mean that first time you visited me, you thought I was a virgin and when I next saw you, well, let’s just say you’re punishment for not still being one was rough. I still haven’t recovered from that; I still wake up in a cold sweat from that.



I shake my head to clear my thoughts and take another hearty swig of wine. My only question left? Why are you being so nice tonight? Why the lovely bath and the excellent (tastes expensive) wine? What do you have in store for me now?



I quell these thoughts and try to keep my mind on the more pleasant aspects of your visits (and abductions) as I wash my body and hair. I think about the way your touch makes me feel and the fire that flares up with your kisses. I think about how I have no choice but to submit to you. That is the sickest part; I have no choice and that is what makes me hottest of all. My hand begins to wander over my body. I run my hand slowly over my smooth lean leg and up the flat of my stomach to a breast. I pinch one nipple lightly until it stands up hard before moving to the other. I allow my other hand to relinquish the wine glass to the tray and let it roam downward over my waxed mound to the silky lips of my pussy.



“Ten minutes and you’re done!” You say as you pound once on the door making me jump. “No masturbating!”



How silly of me to think that I had even a single moment of privacy. Of course you were watching me. With a resigned sigh I exit the cooling water of the tub and slip on an incredibly soft fluffy bathrobe before retrieving my wine and sitting before the mirror of an ornate dressing table. I comb out my hair and slug back the rest of my wine before I turn and face the door.



I am about to call out to you when you say, “Forgetting something?”



I’m confused for a moment before I remember the sleep mask. I slip in on and hear the door open.



“You’re very fetching in that robe, but I think I like you better without it.”



I can hear you move toward me and as you reach me your scent takes me to a place in which I’m sadly getting used to being. You move closer and I can feel you untying the the belt of the robe. You slip your hands beneath it and caress my back.



“No more masturbating unless I tell you to.” You whisper into my neck as the robe falls to the floor. Your hand spans my neck as you leave a trail of tiny kisses up to my ear. “And that means ever. I will tell you when you can and you will only touch yourself then. Got it?”



I feel your fingers tighten dangerously around my throat as I nod in assent. In a mere instant I went from relaxed to terrified again. My heart beats a furious tattoo as you push me to the floor. You settle yourself between my legs as you release my neck balancing yourself above me. I hear you fumble with your clothing and before I realize what is happening you are pushing into me. I am not ready and it hurts. I push my hands against your chest in a vain attempt to….do what? Stop you? You thrust into me as you pull my hands up and pin them to the floor.



“Isn’t (thrust) this (thrust) romantic?” You say punctuating every word with your cock. “Wine (thrust) and rape? (thrust, thrust). The perfect (thrust) date, (thrust) right?” You kiss me hard, bruising my lips with yours and forcing your tongue into my mouth. I’m so surprised and hurt by this that there are tears in my eyes. “Oh, you’re pussy is so tight. Fuck, you feel good.”



My anger comes screaming to the surface and instinct kicks in again. I fight my hardest to get out from under you, but you just laugh at me. “It feels even better with you wiggling around under me.” I am literally powerless and again it’s a turn on. You continue, “I am the one who will tell when you can have an orgasm. If you use that big vibrator you’ve got at home again, I’ll bury it in your ass. Got it, my good little whore?”



“Yes.” I say through clenched teeth. I love my vibrator.



“Oh, I see. STILL don’t know who’s boss?” You say abruptly standing and pulling me to my knees in one quick motion. You weave your fingers into my hair and guide your cock into my mouth. All the way into my mouth; all the way to the back of my throat. You hold it there for a moment robbing me of precious air before pulling back out and allowing me to breath.



“Now you make me cum and swallow every last drop.” You growl.



I pull you back into my throat more comfortably this time and swallow, tightening my throat around you. Your hands are still entwined in my hair and you set a furious pace. I hear your breath catch as I place one hand on each leg as a brace as I just fuck you with my mouth. I am your good little whore because all I can think about it is giving you the pleasure that you demand. I’m relishing every scent and every taste of you and I’m longing for the thick, sweet flavor of your cum in my mouth again. My pussy is dripping with desire and I can only wish that you would fill it again.



You moan loudly and I can feel you tensing. I swipe my tongue over your head and the first burst of delicious cream fills my waiting mouth. I swallow quickly and enjoy the next spurt and the next until you are spent and I am greedily licking you clean.



You pull me up to my feet and guide me out of the bathroom back into what I can only assume is the bedroom (the bed was kind of a dead giveaway). You sit me down on the bed and put a bottle of water in my hand (wine would have been better). I take a long draught and hold the bottle out until you take it.



I hear you rustling completely out of your clothing and feel the bed depress as you climb onto it. You pull me onto the bed after you and situate us sitting up. You behind me with me nestled in between your legs pressing your now soft cock into my back. “Now then, you have a story I believe.” You say and all I can think is ‘one track mind’. I am immediately drained of any desire I had left.



What I say is “Fine. I promised so I’ll tell. But first I have to make sure you’ll honor your promise too.”



“What promise?”



“You promised not to hurt him. You said if I told you, you would leave him alone. I need to know if you meant it.” I hate the pleading note in my voice, but the thought of you hurting Sam was more than I could bear (and apparently I could bear a lot).



“I already know who he is, where he goes to college, who he hangs out with, where he lives and where he works. If I was going to hurt him, I would have done it already.” You reply testily.



I take a deep breath and say, “Alright then, I’ll tell you.” I really wanted to keep this to myself. To have something that was private and just my own. But I had promised.



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” I have to give you some backstory, if you don’t mind. Not too much, but some.” I begin.



“Fine” You say while lightly stroking the side of one breast.



I’m reluctant, but I dive in anyway. “I met Sam when I was 13 years old and he was 15. Ricky Hutchins had pushed me down and tried to kiss me.” I pause, “You know, I never realized it, but this seems to be a theme in my life.”



“What?” You ask.



“Boys…..men, taking what they want without asking or caring how I feel about it.”



“Huh. You’re right, how ’bout that.” You say with a soft laugh as you reach over and lightly pinch one nipple.



“Anyway.” I continue unwilling and afraid to let you hear my annoyance, “He pulled Ricky off me and punched him in the face a couple of times and Ricky took off. I swore I never saw anyone so,” I pause to search my mind for the right word, “so ethereal.



Even this word is inadequate though. It doesn’t even come close to covering what I thought as I look up at my rescuer. The light was shining behind him and his curly blond hair stood out like a halo. He held out a hand to help me up and said, ‘Don’t worry, he won’t bother you again and if he or anyone else does, just let me know.’



“‘Who are you?’ I asked him when I could form words again.



“‘Sam Davies, I think your Mom is dating my Dad.’ He said when he had me on my feet again.



“‘Oh.’ Is all I can say because my brain is still stuck on drinking in his beauty. I felt a light touch on my hand and I realized he was still tightly gripping it in his own. I think he just swiped his thumb over the back of my hand. My throat suddenly became the Sahara.



“‘I have to get home but I can walk part way with you. If you want.’



“‘Ok. Thanks.’ I croaked as we both looked down at my hand for a moment before he released it.



“We walked in silence most of the way until something caught up in my brain. ‘Did you say our parents are dating?’



“‘Yep. For like two months now. Your mom never said anything?’



“‘No. We don’t talk about that kind of stuff. She’ll tell me if she’s ready for me to meet him. Then I’ll know it’s serious. But it’s weird you know, her with anyone but my dad.’ I said blurting it out it almost one breath.



“‘Yeah. I can relate.’ He said smiling down at me. He’s extraordinarily tall for his age and I’m short for mine so the distance seemed vast.



“When we got to the corner where we go separate ways, he stopped. ‘I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Are you sure you’re ok?’



“‘Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for what you did back there.’ I murmured shyly.



“He pulled on a strand of my hair and grinned saying, ‘Anytime Red.’



“‘I don’t usually let people call me Red,’ I informed him looking up into his cool blue eyes, ‘Uh, but for you, I’ll make an exception.’ He grinned at me and I pulled on his arm to get him to lean down so I could swiftly kiss his cheek before turning away and walking quickly down the street to my house. As I turned up my walk I glanced in the direction I came from only to find him standing there watching me and holding a hand up to his cheek.



“Things seemed to move swiftly after that and before the end of the school year, my mom and Sam’s dad, John, were engaged and planned to marry in July.” So this guy that I’m pretty sure I’m in love with, my savior, is going to become my brother. Awkward.



“Over the next few years, we acted more like brother and sister. But it was an act. I still had a crush on him and every now and then I would catch him looking at me in a very non-brotherly way.



“The older we got, the worse it got. We had to act like brother and sister for the public, but we both longed for more. He played football all through high school and spent long hours in the weight room. He grew into his long legs and his frame filled out nicely with long lean muscles.



It was a relief when he left for Penn State, I missed him but it made it easier. He would spend as many holidays away as possible. I mean, it seemed like he did. He missed most Thanksgivings and Easters and even got a job in State College, PA instead of coming home for the summer.



“But he came home the weekend I turned 18. I wasn’t expecting him; I didn’t even know he was home. Mom and John, aka ‘the parents’, were out at a party and not expected home until late. I came home about midnight from a date with Jack Banfield, current captain of the football team and before that night, I thought he was a pretty nice guy.



“It was raining that night; pouring actually. He parked in front of the house and we started making out. Jack, that usually nice guy I’d been dating for a month, turned into an octopus with only one goal; to get into my pants. Some light petting turning into what, up until then, was the most frightening time of my life, before you that is. Like I said, a theme.” I turn slightly and place my hands over yours where they are cupping my breasts with your thumbs stroking my nipples.



I can feel you beginning to harden against the small of my back as you kiss my neck and whisper, “Get to the good stuff.”



“I’m getting there,” I sigh, as your stroking sends tiny currents of electricity through me straight to my core. I can feel the dampness between my legs as I try to focus once again on the story.



“I fought Jack, but he quickly had me on my back and my hands pinned over my head in just one of his. He was pulling my shirt up trying lift my bra away. I started to scream and fight hard, kicking my legs up and beating my feet against the window. Only for a moment though, then he had them pinned down against his legs. He drew back to hit me I think, you know, into submission, but at the same moment, the driver side door flew open and his weight was lifted off of me. Sam had him on the ground and was slamming his fist into his face over and over again. It was Ricky Hutchins all over again.



“I leapt out of the car and tried to pull him off. I was afraid Sam would kill him and by the amount I had to struggle to get him to stop, I think if he could have, he would have. But then, he looked up at me and the madness drained from his eyes, but the anger remained. He picked Jack up by the neck and threw him into the car and said in a calm, cold voice, ‘Drive away and never talk to or bother my sister again or I will kill you.’



“We ran through the rain to the house, his arm around me, making me feel safe again. ‘I didn’t know you were here, but I’m glad you were. Seems like you’re always rescuing me.’

“We burst through the front door, soaked from the pouring rain and he looked down at me. ‘Seems like you always need rescuing.’ He playfully pulled a strand of hair from my face and stroked my cheek. I tilted my face up to really look at him and I could see it in those cool blue eyes; pure wanting. I waited, holding my breath as he slowly leaned down to give me what I was sure would be a very un-brotherly kiss just as headlights flashed across the window and the parents pull into the driveway.



“I know my eyes reflected the disappointment in his before they flicked away from me toward the window. ‘You better get out of those wet clothes and into a warm bath. You’ll get sick.’



“I nodded and took his hand from my cheek and kissed his palm, ‘You too,’ I said, ‘hot shower. That’s an order.’ My attempt to lighten the mood failed so I turned and hurried upstairs. I could feel his eyes follow me and I turned at the top to see him looking after me, the light from the front porch backlighting his halo again boomeranging me into the past. He was my guardian angel.’



“Really? This is getting annoying. Anyone else would think you love him.” You say gruffly, anger apparent in your voice.



I say nothing because I did love him. I do love him. I have loved him since the moment he pulled Ricky Hutchins off of me. I will always love him and that is something you can never take from me. Something you can never control.



“Hey, you wanted to hear this story so bad. I’m trying to tell it to you, but it’s not gonna be halfway. You have to hear it all and some of it you won’t like.” I answer annoyed myself, but trying to keep my voice light. I don’t need a rerun of the bathroom right now.



You respond by pinching and twisting the nipples you’ve been so gently playing with making me writhe in pain. “Fine.” You say, “Enjoy your damn trip down memory lane just remember who you belong to at the end of it all.”



“I will! I will!” I gasp in pain and you ease up on my nipples. I can feel you harden like an iron rod into the small of my back. You get off so much by causing me pain.



“Good girl. Now continue.” You say, your voice husky.



I pause for a moment trying to remember where I was as you slide your hands down over my belly to my thighs. You lift my legs so they’re lying over yours with my feet on the outside and my legs bent at the knees. You slide your legs slightly apart making mine spread too. My pussy spreads open and the feelings of excitement and vulnerability come in mixed degrees.



“Continue.” You demand again.



“Yeah, ok. The next day is my birthday and I wake up late to the smell of vanilla french toast, my favorite. So I head down to the kitchen for some breakfast and the coffee that I also smell brewing.



“Wait, wait.” You interrupt. “Were you still wearing your jammies?”



“Jammies? Seriously? Yeah, I hadn’t gotten dressed yet. Why?”



“You used to wear a t-shirt and boxers before you started sleeping naked for me. What’d you wear back then?” You seem really curious; excited.



“Same thing.” I answer. I can feel your chest shaking with silent laughter. “What? It’s comfortable.”



“Let me guess,” I can hear the teasing in your voice. “Smurfs, right?”



“No, Scooby Doo. Duh.” I almost laugh with you, but I haven’t forgotten what you are.



“Ok, you head to the kitchen. Go on.” you prompt.



“Right, so I went down to the kitchen to find Sam cooking me a birthday breakfast. It’s sweet; he had covered the table with a birthday tablecloth, plates and balloons, you know, the works. He was wearing pajama bottoms and a tank so I stopped in the doorway and watched him for a minute, just enjoying the view before startling him with my ‘Good morning, Sam’.



“He jumped at the sound of my voice and turned with a smile. ‘Happy Birthday! C’mere, sit down,’ he pulled a chair out and put a silly birthday hat on me as I sat down. ‘That’s perfect. Wait!’ He shouts as I reach up to remove it, ‘Humor me, leave it on, I have to get a picture. Please. You look so cute.’



“‘Fine, take the picture, but then the hat comes off,’ I laughed.



“That accomplished, he poured me some coffee and served up breakfast. ‘So,’ I asked, ‘where are the parents?’ By some unspoken mutual agreement, Sam and I always called Mom and John ‘the parents’ ever since they got married.



“‘They’re at an estate sale. Not sure what time they’ll be home but it’ll be in time to take you to your birthday dinner.’ Mom and John met at an antique store called “Loved Again”. So when it went up for sale John bought it and gave it to her as a wedding present. Now, they’re kind of obsessed by it.



“‘So you made me breakfast Sam, that was sweet.’ I looked up and caught him staring at me. I put a forkful of french toast in my mouth and savored it, ‘And delicious. Thank you.’



“‘My pleasure.’ He looked up at me while dishing out french toast for himself and said, ‘I started cooking at 10:00, I didn’t think you’d ever roll out of bed. I hope it’s still warm enough.” Suddenly, it was awkward and we were silent while we ate, but I kept snatching glances at him and catching him doing the same thing. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his mouth; off his lips. We didn’t even talk while finishing our coffee.



“‘More coffee?’ he asked standing up.



“‘No thanks,’ I replied as he gathered the paper birthday plates and tossed them in the garbage while I grabbed the syrup and creamer and returned them to the fridge. When I closed the door and turned around, there he was, right behind me.



“‘So, how’s it feel to be 18, Red?’ He asked as he took a step toward me he reaching out to playfully pull a strand of my hair.



“‘Feels good,’ I answered looking up at him; way up at him. ‘I finally feel like I can be whoever I want; do whatever I want.’



“He looked a little uncomfortable, like he was working himself up to say something; or to do something. I pulled his arm and when he leaned down I kissed him on the cheek. He started to straighten up then changed his mind and swooped in to kiss me on the lips. Tentatively at first, but then more ardently. His kiss was everything I’d been dreaming of; sweet and hot and oh so sexy. Heat spread throughout my body. This is what I’d been wanting for so long now. Sweet, hot kisses from Sam. My knees turned to rubber.



“He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the counter and set me down on it. The kisses intensified and fire spread throughout my body. I molded myself to him wrapping my legs tighter around him and pulling him to me. I could feel his desire harden against me. His tongue worked magic in my mouth, expertly teasing mine and, god, my head was spinning. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he pulled at the hem of my t-shirt. I leaned back to give him better access and his warm hands are spanned my stomach before sliding up my back pulling my shirt up with them.



“I was in heaven as his hand cupped my breast and his mouth descended onto the crest of that peak to cover my swollen nipple. He circled his tongue around it before pulling it into his mouth with a gentle tug. As he lavished the same attention on the other nipple, I felt moisture pooling between my legs. His lips moved back to mine and my hands took a trip of their own to lift his shirt and explore every sinewed muscle on his back and chest then down to every luscious ripple of his abs and around to his back again, under the elastic of the pajama bottoms and down over each taut curve of his ass. Oh, how I wanted to grab that ass as he plunged into me.



“Before I can finish that thought we both pulled apart and listened. Shit! The parents were home way earlier than expected. He swung me down from the counter and we both headed upstairs. He gave me one quick look of longing and regret and I blew him a kiss as we both ducked into our rooms. I headed straight for the shower. I couldn’t possibly have been almost fornicating with my almost brother if I was in the shower, right?”



That last sentence comes out in pants and moans because while I was describing Sam’s attention to my breasts, you’ve mimicked it with your hands. My nipples are standing fully at attention and I can feel moisture slowly leaking out of my pussy. Your hands move down to my thighs again and you spread my legs even wider.



You nibble my ear and whisper, “Keep going.” I can feel you rock hard against my back.



“Right, I quickly got dressed and to headed downstairs to find the parents, or at least my mom. We spent some time together in her garden picking herbs and planning some girl time.



“‘We’ll be gone until Wednesday, so we’ll have to plan something for next weekend. I hope that’s ok honey.’ Mom was explaining that they were going to series of an estate sales in Ohio and would be leaving early the next morning, which meant leaving Sam and I alone, blissfully alone.



“‘Yeah, sure mom, it’s fine. Why don’t we go get massages and mani-pedis next weekend. I’ll make the appointment while you’re gone.’ I said giving her a hug. ‘I’m gonna get some sun for a while before getting ready for dinner. What time’s the reservation?’



“‘Not til 6:00. Enjoy the afternoon honey. But be ready by 4:30, ok,’ she paused, absentmindedly staring at and wilting chamomile plant, ‘John wants to stop by the store.’



“‘Sure mom, love you.’ I kissed her on the cheek before turning toward the house.



“After changing into cutoffs and a low v-neck t-shirt layered over my skimpiest bikini, I grabbed a towel and some sunscreen, swung out my door and stopped halfway down the hall and knocked on Sam’s door.



“He opened the door a few inches saying, ‘Hey Red.’



“He looked uncomfortable and his face was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. ‘Uh, what’re you doing in there?’ I asked, curious.



“He pulled the door open wider to reveal his shirtless chest and a pair of shorts and I wondered if he knew the effect he had on me. ‘Push ups, sit ups, two cold showers. I’m not sure how I’m going to get through dinner tonight.” He looked a little desperate.



“‘I have and idea that might help you out. But for now, just come swimming with me.’ He looked at me like I was crazy. ‘C’mon it’ll be ok, you know how cold the parents keep the pool.’



“He sighed and just looked at me for a long time before saying, ‘Yeah, ok. I’ll meet you by the pool.’



“I went out and set up a couple of lounge chairs, grabbed a couple bottles of water and stripped down to my bathing suit. I was stretched out on my stomach by the time Sam joined me. I heard him groan and say ‘How is this helping?’



“I laughed him, enjoying his distress; the sheer nakedness of his need. I never felt more alive in my life. ‘It gets worse,’ I said, ‘I need you to sunscreen my back.’



“‘Why are you doing this to me?’ He asked as he took the sunscreen bottle I held out to him.



“‘Because driving you crazy is driving me crazy.’ I said as I laid my head down in my arms and enjoyed the feel of his hands rubbing the lotion into my skin. ‘And like I said, I have a plan.’



“‘A plan right.’ The cap on the sunscreen snapped shut and I heard him stretch out on his chaise. ‘You know I have to lay here face down, right? And it’s, uh…very uncomfortable.’



“I rolled over onto my back meeting his eyes as I went. I watched them get bigger as he took just how little I was wearing. I was torturing him and it was making me hot.



“‘You know they’re leaving on a road trip, right?’ I asked him, quietly; implications threaded heavily through my statement.



“‘No! When?’



“‘Early tomorrow morning, I think around 7:00. There’s a couple of auctions in Ohio. They won’t be back until Wednesday.’ I looked over at him, ‘We have three days all to ourselves.’



“‘Oh my god, you’re killing me.’ He groaned. ‘You’re making it worse.’



“‘A plan, remember. It’ll get better, I promise.’ I winked at him and called out to my mom, who was meandering up the path toward us, ‘Hey mom, would it be ok if I came with Sam to the restaurant? We want to go for a swim.’



“‘I guess that would be alright. Just make sure you’re there by 6:00.’ She called back on her way into the house. ‘I’m going to get cleaned up so we can leave. Six o’clock; don’t be late, ok?’



“‘Of course we’ll be there on time. It’s my birthday dinner after all.’ I smiled sweetly at her then turned and grinned at Sam. ‘Let’s go for a swim. Maybe the cold water will help you out until they leave.’



“We dove in and came up yelling. The water was so cold! We swam around for awhile, racing each other and just being silly. I think it gave Sam a little relief; until that is, I propped my elbows on the wall behind me and leaned back, jutting my chest out toward him.”



“You’re such a tease.” You say startling me out of my reverie. “You really tortured that poor kid. I almost feel bad for him.” Your hands are stroking my inner thighs just up to the crease where my legs meet my pussy but no further, making me squirm and almost ask you for relief.



But I don’t. I’m going to get this story out tonight if it’s the last thing I do.



“I told you, I’m not telling it half-assed. It’s all or nothing. Can I go on please?” I say this last part very nicely because you hands have tightened on the flesh of my thighs and the feeling is not altogether pleasant.



“Fine. Go on.” You say grudgingly.



“Where was I? Oh, in the pool, right.”



“Sam knelt down in the water in front of me and looked up at me. ‘So, how long ’til they leave?’



“I looked at the clock on the pool shed and said, ‘About half an hour. Can you wait that long?’



‘”Do I have a choice?’ The frustration on his face was too much.



“‘I’m getting out, this water is freezing!’ I said as I pulled myself up so I was sitting on the edge before getting up and heading toward my chaise. When I turned again, he was watching me. The look in his eyes made my stomach do flips. I had never seen naked lust before, but I was sure I was seeing it then.



“I turned away from him and began drying my legs, bending over to get my feet dry. I turned back toward him to dry my arms, shoulders and chest. At this point, I don’t believe the cold water wais having any effect on him. I fixed my chair so that I could sit up and watch him as he swam away from me in long measured strokes.



“After a few minutes of this, he exited the pool and stood over me shaking his head and spraying me with cold water to make me squeal. He sat down and we waited in silence for the parents to finally leave.



“Four-thirty on the nose they finally came out of the house. Mom yelled, ‘You better go in and get start getting ready, you only have an hour. Please don’t be late.’



“‘No problem mom, I’m going inside in just a few minutes.’ I called back. I held my breath until they finally drove away. Sam and I got up at the same time and practically ran into the house.



“Once we were inside and the sliding door was slammed shut, Sam picked me up, cradling me in his arms and kissed me in that wonderful passionate way of his. I could’ve stayed like that forever, his mouth locked onto mine. But he broke away and breathlessly asked, ‘Where to?’



“‘Your room.’



“‘My room? But you’ve probably got clean sheets and everything.’ He looked a little panicked.



“‘Right, I do and we’ll enjoy those tomorrow. Today, it’s your room. Don’t worry, we’re going to be on the bed, not in it. Besides, I want you to think of this every time you walk into your room.’ I whispered, kissing his neck and drinking in the flavor of his skin.



“He groaned, ‘My room it is.’ He carried me upstairs and pushed the door open with his foot and set me down on the bed and tumbling down after me, kissing me all the while. His hands were everywhere at once, warm and strong against my cool flesh. He untied my bikini top at the neck and pulled it down, gazing at the soft globes for a brief moment before covering them in kisses heating my skin with the warmth of his lips.



“My hands are caressed his back before sliding around to his chest pulling him up to meet my lips again allowing my hands to reach further down. Over the ripples of his abs down to the waistline of his bathing suit.



“‘Please,’ I gasped, ‘take this off.’



“He quickly complied and my hands were finally where they wanted to be. I dragged my nails over the soft flesh of his lower belly making the muscles jump as I continued downward to find the prize I sought. I wrapped my fingers around a hard rod of iron covered in the softest skin imaginable. I tightened my grip and slowly pumped my fist as I slithered down the bed until I was kneeling in front of him like novice at prayer.



“He was sitting up, watching me; waiting. I looked into his cool blue eyes as I pumped my fist again and reached out with the tip of my tongue to flick the sparkling drop of precum that sat like a jewel on the head of his cock. He sucked in his breath and I lovingly ran the flat of my tongue over the entire head, still looking up at him. I slid the tip into my warm, waiting mouth and watched him as he closed his eyes and rolled his head back with a moan. His hands were on either side of him gripping the bedspread in two fists.



“I thought to myself, ‘I love this.’ as I lowered my mouth down over his cock again as far as I could go. The more I did the easier it was. The wetter his cock got; the more cum I could taste. It was then that I knew I wanted everything he could give me, every delicious drop. My mind could only focus on one thing; getting to the creamy filling.”



You laugh, interrupting again. “Creamy filling, I like that.” You’ve moved just one finger to play with my clit. Rubbing in slow, sensuous circles.



But I am fully immersed in the memory and the pleasure only makes me think of Sam. I am back in his bedroom tasting him for the first time.



“I enveloped him in my mouth over and over again until I could get him all the way to the back of my throat. I worked a little bit faster only thinking of how much I wanted to make him come. His hand was lightly on the back of my head, more for the connection I think than for guidance, because he didn’t push me to go faster or try to change the rhythm. I loved the taste of him, the feeling of him filling my mouth and his next words made my pussy tighten and send a surge of pleasure through me. ‘Oh god, I’m gonna come. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come in your mouth.’



“‘Mmmmm’ was all I could manage.



“‘Oh fuck, Red. That’s so good! That’s so good! Oh god here I come!’ I felt him tense a split second before the first wave of cum spilled into my mouth; then another and another. I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was so much it is spilled out of the corners of my mouth. He moved his hands to hold my head on either side as he held his cock in my mouth still coming saying over and over, ‘oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!’ He looked down at me, boring into my eyes with his as I swallowed what seemed like gallons of his sweet, sticky cum.



“When he was finally spent, he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me onto his lap. With one finger he scraped the cum from my chin and held it up in front of my mouth. I darted my tongue out and lick his finger clean before he leaned in and kissed me in the sweetest, softest way possible.



“When he pulled away his eyes were crinkled up with a smile as he said, ‘Good plan.’



“I smiled back, kissing him lightly on the lips and hopping off his lap, “Now we have to hurry to be ready in time!”



“‘We could share a shower and save water.’ he suggested with a leering grin.



“‘We’d never make it in time. Sorry, separate showers today.’ I escaped from his room laughing and sprinted down the hall.



“I showered, blasted my hair with a the hairdryer and applied my makeup quickly (although I did take a few extra minutes to play up my eyes)…..”



“Wait,” you interrupt yet again, “why the extra time on your eyes?”



“I wanted them to stand out.” I state simply, “So that all through dinner, when he looked into my eyes, he would think about how he stared into them while coming in my mouth.”

“See,” you remark, a little angrily, “You are a tease.”



“Don’t forget slut and whore.” I answer wearily.



“Don’t piss me off, little girl. Just get on with the story.” Your voice is gruff, but I can tell that telling this story is teasing you. And you’re enjoying it.



I pause for a moment enjoy it myself, then continue. “Fine. I put on a new dress which to my delight served my purpose perfectly. It was low enough to show some cleavage and short enough to show some leg, but not too much of either.



“I stopped at Sam’s room, but the door was open and it was empty. I found him waiting for me in the living room wearing a dress shirt and slacks and looking…..well, delicious.”



“I enjoyed his open mouthed stare as I sashayed down the stairs in my curve-hugging little black dress and heels high enough to really show off my legs.



“‘You look amazing, maybe we should skip the restaurant.’ His eyes were showing a hunger that was definitely not for food.



“‘No. I think I’d like to enjoy my birthday dinner, if you don’t mind.” I stopped as he placed my pashmina over my shoulders and turned slightly so I could casually mention, ‘Oh, by the way, I’m not wearing underwear.’ My dress didn’t allow for a bra so I thought the set should match. I felt really sexy and a little dangerous and I was having the time of my life.



“He sucked in his breath at this and muttered to himself the whole way to the car and for part of the ride. I just played with the radio and allowed the dress to slide up my legs a bit. I think I was playing with fire because he looked over at them so much, we almost wrecked twice.



“We joined the parents at our table and enjoyed a really delicious dinner and a lot of laughs which helped defuse the tension a bit. After enjoying coffee, we headed home where mom brought out a cake and a bottle of champagne she had stashed in the pantry. They sang, we ate, we toasted, I opened presents and that was pretty much it for the birthday celebration” I finished.



“Really? So what’d you get for your presents?” You asked and I had to think quickly because the last thing I wanted to tell you was that he ring on my right hand was from Sam. I never took it off. Never. It was a filigreed silver band inlaid with black onyx and a deep red ruby stone in the center. I was very afraid that if you knew, you’d take it or forbid me to wear it.



You’re hands were tightening on my thighs again so I said as casually as I could, “A ring and a pair of earrings,” I paused so you would hopefully think I was trying to remember, “Oh, and an mp3 player.”



You reacted as I hoped and assumed you knew who the mp3 player came from. “So, you’re precious Sam is a cheapskate.” I felt a little victory at that because I bought the mp3 player as a birthday present to myself. Looks like I can keep some things from you, if I try.



I wanted to swiftly move away from the topic so I said, “Yeah, I guess. Anyway, the parents went upstairs to get some sleep before their early morning drive while Sam cleaned up the mess and I poured what was left of the champagne.



“He sat in the chair next to me, lifted his glass and said, ‘To the prettiest 18 year old I’ve ever seen.’ He touched my glass and we both drank; his eyes not leaving mine. After a moment he said, ‘Can I ask you a personal question?’



“‘Of course.’



“‘Have you ever had an orgasm that you didn’t give yourself?’ He took in my confused look and continued, ‘I mean, has anyone else ever given you an orgasm?’



“‘Oh um,’ I was taken aback a little at this question but answered honestly, ‘No.’



“‘Then sweetie, have I got a birthday present for you.’ He said as he took my glass and set it aside before pulling me onto his lap. ‘I’m gonna make you feel so good.’



“He kissed me in that soft, urgent way of his that somehow gave and took at once. The desire that I had kept in check all night was finally released and I responded to his kiss with a fervor that matched his. He pulled me around to straddle him pushing my dress up and pressing me tightly to him so I could feel his erection straining against his pants. Such a thin piece of material separating my nakedness from the object of my desire. It was a heady feeling, I had never before felt wanting like this.



“His kiss slid from my lips to my ear and slowly down my neck while his hands slid the straps of my dress down over my shoulders. He leaned me back against the table and moved his hands to cup each breast before dipping his head to cover one nipple in luscious wet warmth that sent a wave a pleasure through my body. I could feel heat and moisture gathering in my pussy as I rocked against him making his pants damp. He moaned as he lavished attention on the other nipple and pulled me tighter against him.



“I wanted him in a way I had never imagined I could want anyone, but I had one last coherent thought in my head and I gave voice to it before I was beyond all sense, ‘Please, I don’t want to lose my virginity on the kitchen table.’ I said.



“He gave me a devilish grin and said, “That’s not what this is about.” He lifted me up off his lap and sat me down on the table pulling the chair behind him with his foot. Slipping one shoe off, he lifted my leg and placed it on his shoulder slowly kissing his way up but stopping just before reaching the apex of my thigh. He slipped the other shoe off and repeated the same torturously slow path up my other leg. He slid his chair forward as I tightened my legs around his neck.



“I had never felt so turned on in my life. I was completely open to him as his lips teased me dancing closer and closer to my now dripping pussy. I leaned back on my hands bracing myself just in time as he kissed lips that had never felt such pleasure before. My back arched involuntarily pushing me forward as his tongue slipped inside of me. He made a noise of satisfaction and buried his tongue deeper inside me making me squirm against him as I watched him drink in my juices like a man dying of thirst. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.



“I dropped back to my elbows and threw my head back when he flicked his tongue across my clit before sucking gently on that sensitive bud. I pressed my lips together to stifle the moan that was rising in my throat. My elbows could no longer hold me up as he slipped his finger into my sopping wet pussy and I was now flat on my back with a hand over my mouth to keep me from crying out from the miraculous pleasure I was receiving.



“He added a second finger to the first and kicked his tongue into high gear as a storm built up inside me. Like thunder clouds gathering in the sky before the downpour, passion roiled through me before the tempest broke in a crescendo of pleasure. Both of my hands now stifled my rapturous cries as I loss nearly all control. I bucked against him and pulled my legs tighter. It was by far the strongest orgasm I had ever had and the tremors continued as he pulled his fingers out and slid them into his mouth before standing up and sliding my legs around his hips.



“My hands were still over my mouth and he smiled as he moved them in order to kiss me. ‘Happy Birthday.’ He whispered as he pressed against me, still rock hard, sending soft pleasurable waves through me.



“He pulled me up to a sitting position and kissed me tenderly knowing, instinctively it seemed, how overwhelmed I was by what I had just experienced. Gently, he pulled my dress back up and the straps over my shoulders before lifting me down from the table and leaning down to kiss me again.



“‘I want to come upstairs with you, but I don’t think I should. I won’t be able to leave you at your door.’ He said softly as he stroked my lips before bending down to retrieve my shoes, ‘I don’t know how I’ll get through the next seven hours.’



‘I know.’ I said as I took my shoes from him and stood on tiptoes to kiss him again before turning toward the stairs. ‘Try a cold shower.’ I suggested giggling as I mounted the stairs.



“I knew just how to spend my time. I took a long hot bath and reshaved everything I had already shaved, wondered what Sam was doing and fantasized about the coming day. Finally relaxed and tired enough to sleep, I crawled into bed. I slept lightly, however, and woke up the moment I heard the parents moving around. I got up and quickly brushed my teeth and freshened up before crawling back into bed to wait for the car to pull out and Sam to come to me. I worried that he would sleep too soundly and wouldn’t come to me when they left. Then I worried that he hadn’t slept a wink and would be too tired to come to me at all.



“The car doors slammed in quick succession jerking me out of me morose thoughts. I listened as the car started, pulled out of the driveway and drove away. My heart began to pound in earnest. Every second that ticked by seemed like an hour as I waited to hear Sam at the door. I had just closed my eyes in an attempt to calm myself when I heard a soft knock then the click of the door opening. I watched him come in and admired the view of him in just boxers as he crossed the room and slid into the bed next to me. We laid on our sides and looked at each other for a moment before he said, ‘Good morning, beautiful.’



“‘Good morning.’ I answered softly.



“He sensed my trepidation and said, ‘Don’t be scared, I won’t do anything until you’re ready. Ok?’ He reached out and playfully tugged a lock of my hair.



“‘I trust you.’ I said as I moved closer to him needing to feel his lips on mine again. Kissing him was like throwing a match onto dry tinder because flames burst forth and danced high once again. He was pleasantly surprised to find me already naked under the covers and pulled me close, pressing my breasts against him and deepening the kiss as my nipples raked across his bare flesh setting me afire.



“He pulled away briefly to take his boxers off then pulled me fully against him for a moment, pressing his warmth into me before rolling me onto my back. He balanced on one elbow and pulled a strand of hair from my face, smoothing it down as he stroked my cheek. As he leaned in and kissed me, I knew I had no reason to be scared, or even nervous. Sam would never hurt me.”



“What a great guy.” You interject sarcastically, still stroking my clit in long slow circles.



I ignore you and continue.



“I relaxed in his arms and gave myself over to his kisses, enjoying the feel of his tongue tangled in mine and the heat of his skin pressing against mine. His fingers caressed my skin following the curve of my waist, over my hip and back up again to stroke my breast. Every nerve ending was standing at attention, every touch heightened with pleasure.



“My fingers tangled themselves in his hair as I kissed his neck and filled my senses with his musk. I reveled in the taste of his skin. I felt an irrepressible need to share everything with him, to hold nothing back; and a need to take everything he would give of himself to me. My hands traveled up over his biceps before wandering down his back to caress the play of his muscles as they tensed and relaxed under my fingertips.



“Sam’s head dipped down to capture my lips once more as his hand traveled down over my breast gently rolling the nipple between his fingers sending a surge of pleasure through my body. His lips tasted sweeter than anything I had ever had and his touch was burning through my skin. He trailed his hand lightly down my belly setting off a flight of butterflies before reaching down to stroke my thighs and nudge them open to his exploring fingers. He cupped his hand over me warming me and I involuntarily ground my sex against it. I spread my legs wider and he stroked a finger over my lips before sliding it into the slickness of that tight, wet hole. A moan escaped my lips as he probed further, my muscles automatically tightening around the invading digit.



“‘Oh honey, you’re really tight.’ he whispered hoarsely as he pulled his finger up and rubbed the juices on my lips before kissing me again. I tasted myself keenly blended with the sweet taste of him and I felt the moisture pooling between my legs. He slide his finger back into me saying, ‘I need another taste.’ I had just taken his rock hard cock in my hand when he pulled away from me earning a cry of protest.



“‘It’s ok sweetheart.’ he said as he turned his body around so his head was in my lap and mine was face to face with the object of my desire. He pulled me onto my side and bent my top leg at the knee before burying his face in my pussy as I nearly simultaneously did the same to him. I hungrily took him into my mouth gaining a muffled moan of pleasure from him. He buried two fingers into me and sucked hard on my clit making me grind my pussy into his face. I pulled him further into my mouth trying to swallow him whole. He put his tongue to work and before I knew it, I was coming and I had to pull my mouth away from him to cry out euphorically. I delighting in the knowledge that I didn’t have to be quiet this time.



“He kissed me there once again before pulling himself face to face with me again. He held himself over me and I bent my legs and spread them wide in invitation. He pushed gently into me as he leaned down to kiss me, my essence full upon his lips. I pulled one leg up and hooked it over his back forcing him in a little deeper. He pushed until he met that barrier the marked my virginity.



“‘This will hurt. I’m sorry, but it will.’ He said, looking into my eyes to make sure I understood that he had no wish to cause me pain. ‘I’ll do it fast so that it’s over quick ok, it won’t last long,’ he smiled at the confusion on my face and added, ‘I mean that the pain won’t last long. Ok?’



“‘Ok.’ I said as kissed me and thrust hard into me. He muffled my cry of pain with his lips. His mouth moved to my ear and he whispered, ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’ He held himself inside me for a almost a minute kissing me while my body adjusted to his size, stretching and welcoming him into me. I pulled my other leg up and pulled them back toward my shoulders forcing him even further into me. The pain had subsided and, determined to get my earlier wish, I ran my hands down his back to grab the perfect taut curves of his ass and pulled him deeper into me.



“He rocked his hips and thrust into me as I tilted my own back inviting him even deeper with each thrust. I never felt anything like this before, he felt so good; no, good isn’t the word, he felt glorious.



“He pulled his head back to meet my eyes, ‘You feel so good baby, you are so damn tight.’



“I hadn’t even realized I had begun to moan with the pleasure he was giving me, a wordless commentary on how good he was making me feel. I could only say his name and ‘yes’ over and over with any coherency. The storm I had felt building in me yesterday was only a rainshower compared to what was gathering inside of me now.



“He was watching intently the first time the storm broke over me, raining pleasure over every inch of my body beginning deep inside my pussy, no deep inside ME. It was soul shaking and it spread from that one pinpoint like beams of light radiating out from some internal sun. He watched my face and heard me call out to him before kissing me hard and holding himself inside me as I climaxed around him. Then moaning his pleasure, he thrust harder and faster toward his own climax his head down beside mine. I began whispering in his ear now, “Yes, Sam, yes! Come for me now, come inside me baby.”



“And as he chased his own orgasm, I realized that I was galloping toward the finish line with him. That exquisite wave of torture was building up inside me again and somehow, I managed to gain my blessed relief from it at the same moment he did. I watched ecstasy flit over his features as he thrust into me, my own orgasm exploding in response. My pussy tightened into a death grip around that hard iron rod and at that moment, it was I who was holding him; it was I who kept him there, savoring the warmth of his cum filling me and pushing me to overlapping orgasms that seemed to go on forever.



“He was kissing me as I came back to Earth; kissing me as he took his weight off me and rolled to the side taking me with him. We were back to our original positions lying on our sides facing each other, joined at the lips and pressed up against each other desperately trying to catch our breath.



“He broke away and stroked my hair out of my face still breathing a hard, he simply said, ‘Wow.’ I could only nod in agreement, but wow was an understatement.



“He rolled onto his back and pulled me into his arms where I lay my head on his chest. I was so comfortable, I didn’t even contemplate the fact that I was no longer a virgin. I just listened to Sam’s rhythmic breathing as I fell into a deep sleep.”



“The End,” I said with finality, wanting only to lock this story back up again.



“Bullshit.” You say gruffly, “You were together for 3 days, there’s more to the story.”



“I promised you the story of losing my virginity, not my entire sexual history.” I protested hotly.



“I want the rest of it.” You said, your voice low and threatening.



Fully aware that I would pay for it, I pulled my courage together and simply said, “No.”



I think you were a little stunned at my defiance because you were quiet for a moment before answering dangerously, “Fine.” That one word and the way it was spoken struck me with terror. I had good cause to be afraid too, because you abruptly push me forward and say, “I’ll take it out of your ass then.”



I began to fight in earnest then, but it was useless, you easily overpower me grabbing me by the hair and pushing me onto my stomach. You let go of my hair and pull my arm painfully behind me pushing me onto my face as you forced my legs apart. I hear you spit then feel your finger being painfully forced into my ass. Then it was two fingers preparing my ass for the assault that came only a moment later.



You spit again, then press your cock against my ass for a second before ramming it home. I cried out in pain as you leaned into me driving even deeper. I fight until you press my head into the bed, suffocating me. I pushed against the bed with my hands in vain before reaching back to scratch and claw your arms. You jerked my head up painfully by the hair and leaned forward to say in my ear, “No? Did you say ‘no’ to me you stupid cunt? This is what ‘no’ gets you.” You let go of my hair and grab me by the hips thrusting painfully into that tight hole again and again.



You suddenly pull out and flip me over to straddle my chest trapping my hands beneath your legs and place one of your very large hands painfully on my throat saying, “Open your mouth, cunt.”



Under the mask, my eyes are wide and wet with tears and I foolishly do not comply immediately. Your hand tightens painfully around my throat and my mouth opens in a desperate attempt to breathe. I’m squirming futilely and I’m convinced I’m going to die, now that I’ve pushed you too far at last, but you let up enough for me to suck in a huge breath just as you shoot your cum into my open mouth. I’m choking now on this viscous liquid still squirming, trying to move you off my chest. I’m turning my head from side to side coughing and choking. You just keep on coming, on my face and in my hair.



When you are finally done, you get off me and haul me up by my hair so my cum-soaked face is only inches from yours and say, “Don’t you ever say ‘no’ to me again. Don’t ever fucking say ‘no’!” You toss me back onto the bed and get up. I hear you something open and close, then your footsteps return. You sit back down on the bed and say, “When I tell you to do something, you do it. When I tell you not to do something, you don’t do it. Got it?”



I nod, terrified beyond speech as you continue, “You belong to me, my property, mine! Don’t fucking forget that.”



I sit quietly as you do something I can’t identify by sound. I am scared and I’m convinced I’m sitting on the bed next to a psychopath, but something has snapped inside me. Where there was once resignation to my fate, there was now a spark of rebellion within me. It was telling you the story of Sam and I that did it. Remembering those magical days with him and what we said to each other on Wednesday morning while waiting for the parents to return made me realize what I had to do. If I made it out of here alive, I was going to do it.

This is a follow up to our previous story (Nikki’s first MFM threesome) and is, again, based on a real experience which turned out to be one of the most sensual, fulfilling nights of our life. A little poetic license was taken with some of the details but what you’ll read is pretty much as it happened.



It can be read as a stand alone story but if you would like some background on us and how we initially ventured into sharing Nikki with other guys then you can read our first story. This story involves wife-sharing, wife-watching and some minor male on male action. It occurred between three consenting adults and the relationship between Neil & Nikki is stronger than ever.



If this type of story is not your ‘thing’ please read no further, please don’t give a negative rating and please don’t leave negative comments. It meets the definition of the ‘Loving Wives’ category so if you don’t like the description please find something else to read. For everyone else…we hope you enjoy.












After our venture into the swinging scene we had enjoyed a few encounters, including some with other couples, but it was the meets with single guys which particularly turned us both on. I loved watching Nikki with other guys and she preferred being able to concentrate on satisfying me and another male without keeping an eye out on what another female was up to. The fact that she was getting all the attention – the ‘Princess Treatment’ so to speak – was no doubt another factor in Nikki’s preference for MMF meets. However, due to family commitments and a few less than ideal meets we took a few years out, happy to have at least lived out our long held fantasy.



Over the years we often talked about our swinging experiences during foreplay and considered venturing out again but Nikki always took cold feet whenever the fantasy edged anywhere close to reality. That changed one night when she confided that she had been having incredible flashbacks to one encounter in particular…with a guy called James. James had been one of our better experiences on the swinging scene but Nikki hadn’t mentioned him in years. She even admitted to having recently masturbated and used her vibrator several times alone while fantasizing about him. Nikki was concerned this might make me jealous but it had the opposite effect, making be hard as a rock and a fantastic night of hot, sweaty sex ensued.



Just before she came Nikki looked me straight in the eye and said, “Neil, I want us to meet up with James again. I want to be fucked hard so much by him. I won’t change my mind this time. I promise.”



A few days passed and Nikki didn’t broach the subject and laughed it off when I finally brought it up. I began to wonder if it had been something she had simply said in the heat of the moment, but the way she had looked and the words she had used seemed so definite. I decided to take a risk and try to create a situation where we would “accidentally” bump into James and see where that led us.



Thankfully, we still had the old email account which we’d set up specifically for the swinging website, so it was easy to find his contact details. I sent an email away, explaining Nikki’s recent confession, and laying out my plan, suggesting that I was 99% sure she would be putty in our hands if we could manipulate a meet. I wasn’t even sure if the email account was still live or whether he was still active on the scene. To my surprise, James replied almost immediately. He was interested…



It took a few weeks to organize. James had a flat in the city centre and we lived 20 miles away in the suburbs. Nikki would be suspicious if I suggested going into the city midweek for a meal or a drink and frustratingly James didn’t seem able to commit to weekends. Although he had never admitted it, when we last met him we suspected he was married and only used his city flat midweek, returning home to his wife and family somewhere at the weekends. It had really turned Nikki on at the time, imagining that she was satisfying some sexual need that James wasn’t getting at home.



Eventually, James suggested a Friday night at relatively short notice. Something in his diary had been postponed and he was available if we were. I innocently suggested a night out in the city to Nikki and she agreed.



Nikki and I travelled by train and had an early evening meal in one of our favourite restaurants. She was looking incredible, wearing a maxi-dress which emphasized her cleavage and heels which accentuated her legs. She had visited the hairdressers and a tanning saloon that week, the latter being something that she rarely did. I did wonder whether she had rumbled my plan. Her shoulder length, straightened brown hair was sitting perfectly and her blue eyes sparkled. I had told James that Nikki was in better physical shape than the time we had last met, and I wasn’t lying. Through a combination of healthy eating and regular exercise we had both lost a little weight and toned up significantly. Nikki could still easily pass for someone in her late 20s / early 30s.



When I went to the restroom I checked my phone for any contact from James. Sure enough there was a text checking we were still on for tonight and asking if I had any suggestions for what might close the deal with Nikki. I quickly sent a text back saying that she had always wanted to be tied up and blindfolded.



“Really? That could be arranged!” came the text reply.



Being tied up and dominated was one of Nikki’s unfulfilled fantasies. We had tried it ourselves on a few occasions at home but I couldn’t really get into it to the same extent as Nikki, plus the ropes/ties we had used always came loose, ruining the effect. When James had asked for suggestions it was the first thing that came to mind.



After the meal I suggested going for a drink in the bar in which we had previously met James all those years ago. It was an up-market, classy wine bar just around the corner from his flat.



“Why not?” laughed Nikki with a twinkle in her eye. “Who knows who we might meet?”



Was it that obvious? Had she seen the email correspondence or was she just flirting innocently with no idea of what I’d arranged? Only time would tell.



I scanned the bar as we entered but there was no sign of James, although it was extremely busy so he could have been anywhere. We bought some drinks and found one of the few available tables next to a large glass window looking out onto the street. It was a tall table with high chairs. We talked and laughed and Nikki made some passing comment that it would have been really funny if we’d bumped into James! As Nikki excused herself to visit the ladies room I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. After she had left the table I checked the message.



“Sorry, I’m running late. Will be there in 5 minutes. Where are you sitting?”



I replied, telling him exactly where we were by reference to the shop I could see out the window.



Nikki returned and a few minutes passed where we continued to chat and hold hands across the table. Suddenly, I saw her eyes widen and her mouth formed a half smile, half open mouthed expression as something outside the window caught her eye across my shoulder. I turned around and walking slowly past the bar was James. He slowed and stopped immediately outside the window, his eyes and mouth mirroring Nikki’s. He raised his hand as if to say “Hi” and had a quizzical expression as though he was trying to work out who these familiar faces were. I had to hand it to him…he was a consummate actor!



“Is that who I think it is?” whispered Nikki.



From her expression it was clear that this was a genuine shock to her. She may have joked about the chances of us bumping into James but clearly she hadn’t expected it to actually happen.



“I think so!” I replied.” It’s been a few years but that’s definitely James!”



We waved him in and he turned around and headed for the door.



“Did you set this up?” said Nikki urgently.



I couldn’t tell whether she was angry or just in shock so I just shrugged in a non committal manner and said nothing.



By the time James approached the table Nikki had composed herself a little. She flashed him a gorgeous smile and said, “Hiya, stranger. Fancy meeting you here.”



“I was just heading home,” replied James. “You look incredible… Nikki…isn’t it?” he said bashfully.



“Oh, you remember?” laughed Nikki.



“How, could I forget?” he winked.



I offered to buy James a drink and walked to the bar leaving the two of them alone for a few minutes. Watching them from the bar I could see them laughing and flirting like old friends. James had a quiet confidence, without being overly cocky, and Nikki was clearly still attracted to him. He really wasn’t her usual type. In fact the first time we met him I thought nothing would happen but his smile and easy going manner had won her over. James was in his 40s and was taller and broader than me.



When I returned we talked about what was happening in our lives and what we’d been up to since we last met. James gradually turned the conversation towards the swinging scene, explaining that he still played a little and had even hooked up with a female ‘swing partner’ for a few years and all the doors and possibilities that had opened, including invitations to sex parties. He asked if we were still on the scene and Nikki and I looked at each other.



“We haven’t played for a few years now, but we’ve talked about it,” I replied.



“We had some bad experiences and decided to concentrate on each other for a while,” added Nikki.



“I hope I wasn’t one of the bad experiences!” mocked James.



“Oh no…you were definitely one of the better meets we had,” said Nikki coyly, “in fact, we were just talking about you recently,” looking at me with a smiling, accusatory expression.



Nikki explained that she was frequently tempted to try meeting someone again and that he had in fact been her favourite sexual partner from our first foray into the swinging scene.



“Do you still have the hooks above your door?” asked Nikki suddenly, out of the blue.



That startled me because it hadn’t come up in conversation, either tonight or in our many foreplay chats. Immediately, I remembered that when we had been in James’s bedroom last time we had noticed two hooks above a closet door and we had speculated afterwards about their purpose.



“I can’t remember,” paused James, “did we use those last time?”



“No…but… I was curious,” replied Nikki in a coy, hesitant tone, gazing into his eyes with her breathing clearly slowing down.



“Hmm…did I introduce you to the wand?” smiled James.



“No..what’s the wand?” we both laughed.



“Oh, God…you haven’t lived,” cried James. “If it was good last time, Nikki then that was just the tip of the ice-berg. I’ve got much more to show you!” he laughed and winked.



There was a strange silence, with lust and sexual magnetism between the three of us for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, I broke the silence.



“I need to go to the boy’s room,” I said. “I’ll leave you two to chat.” I stroked Nikki’s thigh and looked at her lustfully. “She’s far kinkier than she looks, James. I reckon Nikki will try anything once!” and I got up and walked slowly to the restroom trying to hide the bulge in my pants.



I had to use a cubicle because my cock was now fully extended to its near 8″ maximum and I’d have been embarrassed standing beside another guy at a urinal. I didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.



When I returned, Nikki and James were huddled together conspiratorially. I could see their legs rubbing slowly against each other under the table.



“It’s busy in here tonight, so maybe we could grab a drink back at James’s flat before heading for the train home,” suggested Nikki hopefully…then she winked at me and laughed sexily.



“Absolutely,” I smiled. “Let’s go.”



We walked the short distance to James’s city centre flat. It was a simple, penthouse flat in an old sandstone building with a controlled entry door. We entered the elevator and James hit the button for the top floor. As soon as the doors closed Nikki dropped her handbag and said, “I’ve wanted to kiss you all night,” and clasped her hands around James’s neck, pulling him down for a long passionate kiss. James hungrily explored Nikki’s mouth with his tongue and her body with his hands, roaming over her tight ass and drifting up to her breasts. Nikki moaned as she felt the hard cock against her quivering clit. Nikki returned the favour, dropping one hand onto his backside while the other moved around the front to rub his stiffening cock. I watched with admiration and stroked my own cock through my trousers.



The elevator stopped all too soon and the doors slowly opened. Nikki and James reluctantly released themselves and Nikki joked that she’d always wanted to have sex in an elevator.



“You’ll need to come back some afternoon, then,” winked James. “We could spend hours in here some midweek afternoons without being disturbed. Everyone is at work.”



“I’m free Friday afternoons!” laughed Nikki. “Unfortunately, Neil works until 5pm…but I finish at lunchtime,” she winked at James and laughed before squeezing my bulge and grabbing my hand.



“I’m self-employed and always available,” chuckled James as he opened the door of his flat.



James showed us into his lounge area and organized a bottled beer for me and a glass of wine for Nikki. He excused himself saying he had a few things to set up. Nikki cuddled in next to me and pulled my head down for a kiss. “If you did organize this…then thank you,” she whispered.



The door opened and James was standing in the doorway, still fully dressed, although he was now barefoot. He guided us across the hallway to his bedroom. When we entered the lights were off and candles were lit at various places throughout the room. The walls and the bed linen were white and our shadows flickered on the light carpet. Laid out across the bed were various leather straps and silver metal rods.



“This looks interesting!” said Nikki, her curiosity definitely piqued.



“The first thing you need is the blindfold,” said James. “Then just trust me.”



Nikki gave a sexy laugh and a beautiful smile came across her face as James gently placed a black blindfold across her eyes. I stood behind Nikki with my bulge pressed into the crack of her ass and ran my hands up from her waist to her incredible tits. James kissed her gently and ran his hands down her dress while pulling her body into his. Nikki was sandwiched between two hard cocks. I nibbled her ear lobes and neck and James followed suit on the other side, taking the cue that these were key erogenous zones for Nikki. She moaned. She was in heaven.



I unfastened the dress at the back and James glided the straps off her shoulders. It fell easily to her waist and I knelt down and guided it over her hips and down her shapely, tanned legs. Nikki stepped out of her dress and James caressed a breast with one hand and slid his other hand down between Nikki’s legs, kissing her deeply and exploring with his tongue. She moved her feet apart to give him easier access to her wetness. Neil stood back and watched with awe as Nikki, wearing her sexiest black bra and thong, ran her hands over James’s body, only pausing to begin unbuttoning his shirt. She looked majestic in her black heels, her body firmly toned.



Nikki slid the shirt off James’s shoulders and ran her hands over his chest before leaning in to kiss his pecs. I removed my shirt and began removing my shoes and socks. James released Nikki’s bra and flicked his tongue across one of her engorged nipples. Nikki undid his belt and button, then slid her hands down inside his jeans, clutching his bare backside, pulling him closer between her legs. She loved men’s bums.



I moved in to kiss Nikki’s ear lobes and neck again, my hands meeting James’s as we explored Nikki’s tits and her toned abdomen. I continued while James grabbed two leather cuffs from the bed. He instructed Nikki to put her hands above her head and gently but firmly tied these around her wrists. Nikki was smiling the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. Inside she couldn’t believe this was happening. This was her ultimate fantasy. To be tied up and taken by two guys…submitting unconditionally to them. She was aware of the butterflies in her stomach, excitement overcoming any anxiety, and she could feel the wetness inside her thong.



James retrieved a few other straps from the bed. One was a black, leather belt which he carefully strapped around Nikki’s waist. On either side were small metal hooks.



“What’s this for?” asked Nikki curiously.



“Just in case you’re a wriggler,” laughed James.



Finally, James knelt down and slowly lowered Nikki’s thong down her hips, running his hands over her inner thigh and calf. Nikki stepped out and James remained kneeling, kissing her belly button while exploring her soaking wet pussy with his fingers.



I removed the rest of my clothes and moved behind Nikki once more, and she bent over slightly, pushing her beautiful bum into my cock. She turned her head enough to allow us to kiss and I ran my hands over her firm breasts.



James removed the final leather straps from the bed and attached one to each ankle.



“Can I keep my heels on, please?” breathed Nikki.



“Of course,” replied James.



James stood and admired his work. Nikki was totally naked, her body looking incredible in the candlelit room. She was blindfolded with leather cuffs and straps on her wrists, ankles and waist. He took her by the hand and led her across to the closet door. He lifted Nikki’s hands high above her head and attached her wrists to two metal hooks on either side of the door frame. The effect was to lift her marvelous breasts even higher and firmer. James kissed one nipple and I moved in to kiss the other.



James then knelt down and began attaching the side buckles on the leather waist belt to small hooks situated exactly at the correct height on the doorframe. To my surprise, and delight, he reached out and stroked my cock and continued holding it as he got to his feet. He ran his hand along its full length and around onto my ass. It was an incredible feeling. Nikki and I had discussed my bi-curiosity during previous encounters but nothing had ever happened. Feeling the firm, rougher hands of a guy was definitely a different sensation than having a girl do that to me.



James smiled and went back to the bed to bring the final attachment. It was a long silver rod, almost two feet in length. He crouched down at Nikki’s feet, running his hand down my ass and legs as he did so. He asked Nikki to move her feet apart and attached the ‘spreader rod’ to her ankles.



Nikki was now totally helpless. She was standing flat against the closet door, her legs akimbo with her hands forced high above her head. She was the sexiest St. Andrew’s cross I’d ever seen! Her heels, combined with the constraints, made her legs and whole body look better than ever, with the candlelight casting beautiful shadows beneath her neck and breasts.



Nikki felt sexier than she had ever done in her entire life. She was imagining how she must look. She was wondering what James and Neil were doing. She was full of anticipation for what might happen next. The uncertainty and the helplessness were deeply arousing. She knew an orgasm wasn’t far away..and she had hardly been touched yet!



James and I both stood and each took a side of Nikki’s body. I was on the left hand side, kissing and stroking the entire length of her figure, with James on the right hand side. Nikki moaned as she felt two pairs of hands and two sets of lips and tongues explore her. James and Neil were working as a team, subconsciously mirroring each others actions. Nikki began to wriggle her body against the door and against the male flesh. The blindfold and the constraints meant she wasn’t sure who was who, but she was loving the attention, especially when she had a mouth on each nipple simultaneously.

“That’s incredible,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”



“We’ve hardly started!” replied James.



I was so turned on by this stage and, buoyed by the first move which James had made; I moved my right hand away from Nikki’s body and slipped my hand down the back of his loosened jeans to stroke his ass. He didn’t resist. In fact he made a small moan of approval. He reached out with his left hand and reciprocated the move, firmly stroking my ass and then moving around to clasp my cock once more.



After a while James stopped and moved slowly away to the other side of his room. I was aware of him removing his jeans and boxers and retrieving a few other items from a large black leather case. I had Nikki all to myself for a few minutes and kissed her. She responded passionately.



“This is what I’ve always wanted,” she whispered. “I feel so horny right now.”



“You look fantastic,” I replied. “Just let yourself go and enjoy it.”



James returned with a small metal, silver device. It looked like a spur from a set of cowboy boots, with a spiked wheel on the end of a small handle. I watched him return and locked my eyes on his cock. It was a similar size to mine, about 7″-8″ but whereas mine was straight, his curved upwards slightly. He stood behind me with his cock against my backside, and reached over my shoulder with the spur. He gently rolled it down Nikki’s neck. She immediately leapt and wriggled against the door, the constraints giving her little leeway. James removed it from her skin and then rolled it gently over one of her tits.



“Oh, fuck! Is that the wand?” breathed Nikki. “That’s fucking fantastic!”



James didn’t say a thing. He just smiled and carried on, occasionally lifting it and applying it to another part of Nikki’s body. She continued to wriggle and moan.



As this was happening I reached around and stroked James’s huge cock, grabbing it firmly and pumping it against the crack of my ass. He reached around and masturbated me slowly but firmly. His grip was strong and, being a guy, he knew exactly how much pressure to put on for maximum pleasure.



James handed me the spur and went back to his box of tricks. I rolled it gently over Nikki’s abdomen and she continued to moan and groan.



James came back with a strange looking white cylindrical device. It was about 18 inches long, 2″ to 3″ in diameter with a white, padded mushroom head. It had a cable and plug attached. I continued to kiss and caress Nikki while James bent down and plugged the device into the socket beside the closet door. He looked up at me and winked.



He flicked a switch and I heard a loud buzzing noise, quieter than some of Nikki’s vibrators, but it sounded powerful. With little warning he knelt at Nikki’s feet and spread her thighs apart. He raised the device up and it made contact with Nikki’s wet opening.



“Ah…fuck…fuck…fuck,” screamed Nikki. “Ooohh…yes!”



“This is the wand!” smiled James.



Nikki was in ecstasy. The large mushroom head was vibrating powerfully and covering her entire pussy. It was stimulating her clitoris and her outer lips. It was even sending vibrations through her thighs and having an incredible effect on her rear hole. She couldn’t see what it was, but it was the best feeling she had ever had between her legs. She had experimented with various vibrators over the years and settled on a small one which she had affectionately named her “Purple Pleaser” but this wand was taking her to a whole different dimension.



Nikki began to thrust down onto the wand. She couldn’t get enough of it. She was screaming with pleasure, getting louder and louder. I stood, stroking and kissing her neck and groping her tits.



“Oh fuck, James…you’re incredible!” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”



“That’s only the first speed, it goes up to ten,” he laughed, winking at me. “Are you reading for speed 2?”



“Oh yes…please…please…do it!” screamed Nikki.



James moved something on the wand and the vibrations and noise went up a level. So did Nikki’s screams and moans!



“Aaaaaggghhhh….fuck….yes. Your’re the fucking best, James!”



Nikki was now thrusting frantically down onto the wand. The restraints and leg spreader gave her enough leeway to bend her knees slightly. She was literally fucking the thing and screaming the place down. If James had neighbours through the walls they were getting a free sound show. Nikki didn’t know and didn’t care how much noise she was making. After years of quiet sex, necessary due to the kids getting older, this was a total release. Years of pent up sexual energy was exploding inside her.



I stood behind James and reached around to masturbate him, with my own rigid pole making contact with the crack of his ass. His cock felt amazing and I pumped it in time with Nikki’s thrusting. I was so tempted to suck it but I didn’t want to overstep the mark and ruin the moment.



I knelt down beside James and watched the master at work. He had obviously done this many times to many different women. He was smiling at his handiwork, ensuring the mushroom head maintained contact with Nikki’s thrusting body. With his other hand he was forcing three fingers up around the rear of the wand, roughly masturbating Nikki. There were loud squishing noises and, although Nikki wasn’t a squirter, there were clear fluids dripping down his hand and onto the floor. Nikki was forcing herself onto his fingers and onto the wand. Inside she was totally lost.



“Does it go inside her?” I asked.



“It’s not supposed to,” replied James, “but Nikki is trying her best to swallow it whole,” he laughed.



I rubbed my fingers over my glistening cock, ensuring some of the pre-cum lubricated my middle finger. I put my finger against her puckered asshole and it entered with relative ease. Almost immediately, she went into a spasm, with her ass squeezing rapidly around my finger.



“She’s definitely coming!” I informed James.



James gave a satisfied smile and fucked her even harder with his fingers.



The orgasm lasted for a long, long time with the pulses easing off and then getting stronger again. James handed me the wand and said he’d be back in a minute. I could feel the strong vibrations through my hand and copied what James had been doing. I forced the mushroom head onto Nikki’s clit and entered her with three fingers. She continued to wriggle and moan.



James returned with a bowl of ice cubes. Without warning he put one on each of Nikki’s nipples and I watched in amazement as they appeared to grow harder and bigger. The freezing cold water dripped down her body onto my hand. Nikki cried out in pleasure and continued to fuck the wand, this time with even more wild abandon. James placed ice cubes on her neck and let her suck on one.



I was now getting the hang of the wand and was aware that Nikki seemed to be heading for another orgasm, with her eyelids fluttering, flushed face and the noises emitting from her beautiful mouth. James bent down and slipped his finger up her anus. She immediately went into convulsions and James grinned.



“She’s definitely over the edge again!” he laughed. “God, you’re squeezing my finger, Nikki!”



Nikki was almost spent. She could feel her legs weakening and she would have collapsed were it not for the wrist restraints above her head. She had lost count of the multiple orgasms she had just experienced. Neil and James had been aware of two of the strongest ones but to her it had seemed like one continuous explosion since James had first placed the wand against her.



“I think she needs a break,” smiled James.



We slowly released the leather cuffs and the waist strap from the metal buckles. Nikki collapsed into my arms and kissed me slowly. She then reached out for James and held us both. We lifted her onto the bed and lay either side of her. Three sets of hands gently stroked flesh. Nikki got most of the attention but, with her blindfold now lifted, Nikki was delighted to see James and I make occasional contact with each other. It really turned her on when I reached across and began to masturbate James.



“Why didn’t you do this to me last time?” smiled Nikki.



“You were newbies. I didn’t want to scare you off,” laughed James. “It’s not everyone’s cup of tea.”



“Well, it’s definitely mine,” teased Nikki.



“You’re not kidding. That’s one of the best reactions I’ve ever seen from the wand,” smiled James.



Her energy restored, Nikki was determined to repay James for the incredible pleasure he had just given her. She rolled over and lay on top of him, kissing him deeply and stroking his hair.



“Now it’s your turn,” smiled Nikki.



She sat above him and prepared to straddle his cock.



“Just a second and I’ll grab a condom?” said James.



In our email exchanges I had reminded him that I’d had the snip, so Nikki didn’t use contraception. We had agreed that condoms were a must, for lots of reasons.



“No. I want you inside me just the way you are. Just don’t come inside me, okay,” whispered Nikki.



With that, she guided his throbbing cock to the entrance of her glistening hole and slowly sat down on it, feeling it fill her completely. Slowly but surely, Nikki picked up the pace and began to ride him.



I watched for a while, amazed. It had always been my fantasy to watch Nikki go bareback with another guy but the possible consequences had terrified us. We had always insisted on condoms during all the other meets. Finally, I stood up, putting my feet either side of James and offered Nikki my cock. She took it in her mouth and she started to suck it expertly whilst continuing to bounce rhythmically on his penis. I loved the sensation and the sight, but after a few minutes I climbed off the bed and sat in a chair with a perfect view of the proceedings. I knew Nikki wanted to put on a show for James and it was easier for her to concentrate on him alone.



It was an amazing sight. They seemed totally in tune with each other. At times Nikki was controlling the rhythm, really picking up the pace and fucking him frantically. Then they would slow down and James would pull Nikki down towards him for a long kiss and to touch her breasts. Then he would suddenly lift her up in the air with a few quick piston like thrusts. It was a beautiful sight watching his glistening, unsheathed penis enter my Nikki.



Nikki was loving it. It seemed so horny, so dirty, so dangerous to have a stranger’s bare cock inside her. The fact that James’s cock curved upwards was also having an incredible effect on her. When she got a good rhythm going she could feel his manhood reaching parts of her front inner wall that Neil sometimes reached with his fingers, but never with his straighter cock. James seemed aware of his ability to reach her G-spot and expertly positioned her by moving her waist with his hands.



“Lean back a bit,” suggested James.



As she did so, James fucked her quickly and roughly, raising his body off the bed with each thrust. Nikki matched his rhythm and they synchronized into an incredible frenzy. Sweat was dripping down Nikki’s forehead and back but she somehow found the energy to keep going. Suddenly, she felt an amazing sensation inside her. Each thrust was stimulating her G-spot and the sensation was building with every movement.



“Ah…fuck….ah, fuck…I’m coming!” screamed Nikki.



I watched in astonishment as my wife buckled and screamed with pleasure. Her eyelids moved rapidly and a red flush came all over her body. James went for the kill and continued to fuck her mercilessly. Nikki continued to scream out and then tears of joy streamed down her cheeks.



I had always been able to bring Nikki to orgasm through oral sex, and occasionally through masturbation. Once or twice she had come while riding on top but that was really due to grinding her clit. But no-one…not even any of the guys we had played with…had managed to give her an orgasm through penetration alone. James’s perfectly shaped cock, combined with his technique and tremendous stamina had pushed her over the edge.



James just smiled as Nikki collapsed on his chest, kissing him and stroking his face.



“Oh, thank-you. Thank you. I didn’t think I would ever come that way. That’s the first time ever.”



“It was my pleasure,” smiled James.



Nikki cuddled into him for a few minutes, stroking each other like long-time lovers.



“I still need to make you come,” smiled Nikki, as she turned around and took up a 69 position on top of James. She firmly grabbed his impressive cock and took it into her willing mouth. James held Nikki’s waist and placed a pillow under his head so that his tongue could reach Nikki’s clit. I watched.



Once again, Nikki and James seemed to instinctively find a rhythm which suited them both. Nikki placed her hands either side of James’s legs and bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Her arms bent and straightened repeatedly…almost as though she was performing push-ups. Her body rhythmically slid horizontally along James’s body, back and forth, and this created a cyclical effect. It was as though she was fucking his tongue. James moaned with pleasure between licks and sucks. Occasionally he would remove his hands from Nikki’s waist and roam all over her body, stroking her bum, the small of her back and then around the front to fondle her tits.



Nikki was enjoying the sensation of James’s cock in her mouth. It was smooth and she could still taste her own juices coating it. Its curved shape made it easy to pass over her tongue and down her throat. She tried her best to deep throat. Occasionally, she would gag and take a break, pumping it with one of her hands and then go back to the bobbing action. She was worshipping this cock. This man and this cock that had given her so much pleasure tonight. She had fantasized about doing this with James for so long. He was the best lover she had ever had. Even the first time they had met, he had alternated between being so gentle with her, but could turn it up a notch and be rough when she wanted it. He seemed to know exactly which buttons to push. It was almost as though he could read her mind, the way he was stroking parts of her body right now, instinctively knowing what she wanted.



I was watching, wondering if we looked this beautiful when Nikki and I performed a 69. It suddenly dawned on me that Nikki hadn’t made eye contact with me or even acknowledged my presence for 10-15 minutes…not since I had removed my cock from her mouth and let her focus on riding James. I had mixed feelings. Part of me felt neglected and left out of the whole affair. However, a greater part of me was turned on by the fact that Nikki was totally lost in the moment. During previous encounters she had been putting on a show for me. This time she was putting on a show purely for James. It was all about his pleasure…their pleasure.



They continued is this position for a long time and gradually the pace increased. The licking noise between Nikki’s legs was getting louder and louder and James’s mouth was covered in her juices. Nikki stopped sucking his cock and began to thrust frantically on James’s face. Her ass and waist were pumping furiously and her cries and moans increased in volume and intensity. She was on the verge of yet another orgasm. James removed one hand from her waist and slipped a finger up her anus, having noticed that this had helped Nikki over the edge on several occasions tonight. Sure enough, the finger had barely entered before the pulsing started and Nikki screamed out in ecstasy.



“Aaaarrggghh….God…..aaaaahhh……James, you’re fucking incredible!”



James continued to flick his tongue expertly over Nikki’s quivering clit, encouraging her movement by manipulating her waist with his hand. When she eventually slowed down she turned around and lay in his arms again.



“I can’t believe I’ve missed out on this over the past few years,” smiled Nikki. “Why didn’t we look you up earlier?” With this she finally made eye contact with me and flashed me a sexy smile.



“Thank you,” she quietly mouthed in my direction.



Nikki leaned on her side and stroked James’s cock, which was still standing erect in all its glory.



“Are you on Viagra or something?” laughed Nikki, you’ve been brick hard for ages. “Do you ever come?”



“Natural stimulation,” he smiled, stroking her hair. “I’m a long-stayer..but I’ll get there eventually, don’t worry. Plus, I’m a quick repeater!” he laughed.



“Can I take you home as my personal sex slave?” said Nikki, hopefully. “What can I do for you to get you over the edge? I’ll do anything…and I mean absolutely anything!”



At that moment Nikki would truly have done anything James requested. He had earned it. She was half hoping that he would request anal sex. Nikki had never tried it properly. She and Neil had attempted it once but even the head of Neil’s penis at the entrance had proven too painful. Right now she was so turned on and so grateful. If James wanted to fuck her virgin ass then it was his.



I was sitting thinking the exact same thing. I was praying for James to place her on all fours and fuck her senseless from behind, filling her with his seed and watching it drip out her ass.



“Honestly, I’m having an incredible night so far. I love giving a woman pleasure and you’re so responsive, Nikki. But…maybe you could tie me up and you two could have some fun with me!”



Nikki looked at me and smiled. I nodded my head.



Nikki and I carefully but firmly placed the leather restraints on James’s wrists and ankles. Nikki blindfolded him while I attached the leather belt around his waist. Nikki grabbed his erect cock and used it to lead him across to the closet door. Between us we shackled him to the hooks around the door and while Nikki kissed and stroked his manhood I positioned his feet and attached the leg spreader.



Nikki knelt between his legs and invited his curved cock into her mouth once more. She cupped his balls in her hand and sucked on his meat, occasionally flicking her tongue over the head and then resuming the bobbing and sucking motion. I retrieved the wand and turned it to its 1st position. It only had two settings – 1 & 2 – James had been teasing about the ten speeds! I used it to stimulate various parts of Nikki’s body and then moved it onto James. He reacted just like Nikki, wriggling and moaning. He especially liked it round the back stimulating his ass, and could be seen to replicate Nikki’s squatting movements, grinding down onto the mushroom head.



With my free hand I gathered an ice cube from the bowl and slid it up his body, stopping on his nipple and rubbing it in a circular motion when I had reached the target. Nikki stopped sucking and took another ice cube, copying my movements on the other side of his chest. We both stood and leaned in to kiss his chest. I grabbed his cock firmly and began pumping it with my clenched hand. It felt so hard, so thick, so long. As we suckled on his nipples Nikki and I gazed at each other and smiled.



Nikki grabbed his head and pulled James down for a deep kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue and James responded, their tongues circling and flicking. She resumed her kneeling position and ran her tongue along the full length of his massive member, back and forward, maintaining eye contact with me at all times. She then assumed a position with her ass raised slightly in the air but her mouth still sucking James off. I understood what she wanted and moved around behind her, grabbing her slender waist and positioning my cock at her glistening hole. It had been given quite a pounding by James earlier and my cock slid easily into the void. I fucked Nikki, gently at first, but then harder and faster. She matched my pace by bobbing on James’s cock faster and deeper and his moans increased.



After a few minutes Nikki stopped sucking and turned around and gave me the most seductive look imaginable. She flashed me a sexy smile beckoned me to join her at James’s feet by wiggling her finger in a ‘come here’ motion. I took a deep breath and knelt down beside her, Nikki moved a little to the right so that James was exactly half way between us.

Chapter 5



Allie Strenwich




“Let’s see now. ‘kay, here’s where we left off reading the diary. You don’t mind if we don’t start at the beginning do you Hoke?” Julie asked.



“Hey, whatever turns you on; and I WANT to turn you on, Baby.”



Did I say that he’s got the cutest dimples on each side of his mouth when he smiles?



Oh, I digress. Hoke has become somewhat active . . .



His middle finger was worming it way into her pussy. Julie braced herself against the headboard and raised her left leg onto Hoke’s shoulderopening herself to his fingers or whatever else he was inclined to stick in there. I was still pissed about sharing my secrets with him. That is until he pulled my head close to his cock and closed his eyes.



Julie began to read I began to suck. I loved the taste of his meat in my mouth:



Dear Diary: I really don’t know if I should even record yesterday’s happenings. Sheesh, it was embarrassing, I mean . . . I’m serious now, I didn’t know what this girl, this Allie Strenwich, was up to until it was too late. Julie had to explain it to me later after Allie’d left and Julie came home. Oh . . . I’m rambling. I guess if I’m gonna document this I should start at the beginning.



I returned to the apartment around four. Julie was out. About twenty minutes later the buzzer rang and I opened the door to a tall, thin girl wearing a black raincoat and black boots. She asked for Julie and I told her Julie hadn’t gotten home yet, that she was welcome to have a seat and wait for her. One particular thing about her struck me as odd. Her short, black hair had a white streak running through it, reminding me of a bolt of lightning.



She sat down and just kept looking at me. Staring hard. I began to get fidgety and nervous and asked her if we’d met somewhere around the campus. Just trying to open a conversation, sheesh!



She crossed her legs and I was surprised to see nothing but leg almost to her hip. Curiosity got the best of me and I asked if she’d like me to hang her coat up.



She rose up and said with a smile, “I thought you’d never ask,” as she removed it and handed it to me.



She was naked! Well almost naked, she wore a collar around her neck and that was it! Oh, she had a tattoo of a cartoonish train that ran around one hip and entered her pussy (shaved!) and exited from her ass!



Freaky! But her doing this made me Hot! Hot! Hot!



She told me to call her Allie and asked me several questions that I have forgotten. Well, no I haven’t, but they were so blunt and embarrassing I won’t repeat them, but they centered on my immediate feelings.



I must have been reduced to a babbling idiot because Allie took control and started to order me around. To my surprise, I obeyed her.



In a harsh, no nonsense tone, she ordered, “Pull your panties down to just above your knees, and hold the hem of your dress above your waist.”



I did as I was told. Standing like that, I began to feel the first twinges of embarrassment. She looked at my exposed belly, groin and thighs for a little bit, then walked past me. I heard the squeak of the couch as she sat down.



I stood there, my face crimson, my backside exposed to Allie, knowing I had been told not to move. There was total silence. I closed my eyes, wanting something, anything, to happen.



“Leave the panties at your knees, but drop the skirt and come here.”



(I found Allie so powerful with her mind and voice, that I couldn’t help myself, I did what she asked me to do. Almost without even knowing better! I was shivering, not from the cold, but from the sheer excitement of it all.



Turns out Julie put her up to it, to give me more of an education. I mean, I didn’t even recognize that she was a dominatrix that’s how backward and immature I am. As I write this I’ve concluded I’m also vulnerable, possibly too trusting as well.)



I shuffled over to her and stood there waiting.



“Shall we begin, darling?” Allie asked.



“Spread your legs as far as they’ll go.”



“That’s it, good. Now take your hands and open your cunt for me.”



“That’s it, c’mon, all the way, so I can look into you, so I can see what is mine now”.



I spread herself for her, I was embarrassed and had never felt so exposed before in my life, yet willing, perversely enjoying the wanton feelings that washed over me.



“Good girl. Look at you Rachel, I can see your clit throbbing, I can see the wetness seeping out of you”.



I blushed even deeper, imagining she could see these things; I was intensely aroused.



“Now take both thumbs, hold yourself open, and rub your clit with them”.



I complied, my thumbs quickly located my hard little button. I gasped at my own touch.



“That’s it, baby, feels good, huh? You’re such a hot little slut, aren’t you Rachel?



“Yes, Allie, I’m a slut . . . a whore . . . ”



I was rubbing faster now, the good feeling building, moving with the speed and diversity of mercury droplets down my legs and up to my nipples . . .



“Hold yourself open hon, that’s it, wider, wider . . . good girl!”



She watched me; I closed my eyes, my mouth open  I was gasping, panting as I rubbed my clit faster and faster.



“Stop!” she said with quiet authority. “Stop!”



I groaned but stopped rubbing.



“Put your hands at your sides, now”, she said a little harshness crept into her tone. “Move!”



She was close now; I could smell her sour breath gently caressing my neck. Gingerly, my hand moved to my throbbing clit.



Once again she spoke quietly, but with God like authority. “Stop! You miserable cunt! Stop, you poor excuse for a slut!”



God, I was soooo close. From deep within me a guttural moan escaped. But I stopped.



“Please, Allie, I can’t. Please,” I whined… “I have too…. Oh, God, Allie, why?”



She cut off my words with a hiss.



“I own you, now, my piss drinker to be. That’s not your orgasm coming on, it’s mine! It belongs to me. I’ll lend them to you to have when I feel you’ve earned them”.



I stood there wobbling on my feet, trying to catch my breath, tears coursing down my cheeks.



“Do you understand me, slut-cunt?”



My head was spinning, but I knew the answer.



“Yes, Allie”, I whispered hoarsely.



“Good. Then we can proceed.”



Humbled, I awaited her next command.



“Lose the bra.”



I unhooked it and dropped it on the floor where it draped itself immodestly across my right foot.



“Take off those stupid panties.”



“What is that stupid design on them, ducks?”



“Yes Allie,” I said as I complied, pushing them down to my feet and kicking them off. At the same time I nudged the bra off to the side. My head was down, afraid to look at Allie.



“Break down and buy some decent shit at Victoria’s or Frederick’s tomorrow.” This as she walked around me, inspecting me.



Allie took my right hand and placed it behind my back, just above my ass, likewise with the left one. I felt an electric tingle as Allie briefly touched my inner thigh, and indicated she wanted me to spread my legs a little further.



“Look at me”, she commanded, and I did.



I had a moment to appraise Allie. For a thin woman, Allie is in good shape. She is tanned, with good muscle tone, small, pointy breasts with prominent nipples. It is the last I get to see of her; because she now puts a blindfold over my eyes, which totally deprives me of sight, of light . . . I am in a world of my own, where everything is black, where there is no reality.



As she adjusts the blind, I feel her naked breasts touch me here and there, and it stimulates methis intimacy with another woman whom I don’t even know.



Placing a hand lightly on my ass, her thumb crept inside the crack of my cheeks. She began to guide me across the room. I bumped against something knee-high—it must be the couch I thought. She guided me onto it. It was the couch. Allie has me carefully positioned until I am on my hands and knees. Next, she spread my knees apart then with her arm across my shoulder blades compelled me to get down on my elbows.



I realized how exposed I was in this position, ass thrust out, legs wide apart, providing access to my cunny and ass.



I am mortified, but exhilarated. I’m confused and acutely aroused. I’m no longer just wet, I’m flowing, leaving a slug-like trail of juice down my legs. I’m ashamed my brown hole is visible, and curiously thankful I have very clean habits, but secretly hoping Allie will probe into it.



I recall an awareness of just how rock-hard my nipples became without my being aware of it as I felt Allie’s nipples slide across my back and it sent thrills through my body.



Allie began to stroke me. Such gentle stokes. One hand resting on my ass, the fingers of her other hand roamed over my slit, caressing and probing the wetness there.



Suddenly I felt a great weight on me — Allie must have dropped onto my back and I collapsed, my tits squashed beneath me with the sudden jolt, causing quite a lot of pain, a jab, first in each breast, followed by a dull, thudding pain. I wanted to clasp my hands to my tits, to soothe the pain out of them, but I couldn’t because of Allie’s weight on me… well sitting on me is more like it. I felt her slit pressing against my spine and found myself thinking, “Is she wet, or do her pussy lips just feel cool?



Without warning, Allie’s hand returned to my ass and started sliding up and down my slit with her fingers. I started to moan in pleasure; my climax has never been far away. Ever since we started, I’ve been on the edge.



Suddenly, I received a stinging pain in my right cheek as Allie slapped it, and another sting as she smacked the left one; then came a series of explosive slaps, compelling me to wiggle my ass in both pain and pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building. Then she was running her fingers through my pubic hair.



Allie began to repeat a deft alternation, varying between spanking, caressing my sore cheeks and teasingly touching my pubic hair, before becoming more invasive. Her finger slid into me just after a particularly hard smack. I took an express ride to heaven and almost came as Allie’s finger found my G-spot and frittered there as I shuddered and headed for my long awaited orgasm.



But she stopped.



I realized that I was trying to shove my pussy onto her hand. I don’t ever recall being this horny before.



Allie renewed her spanking, widening the target area, alternating between my upper legs and lower back as well as my ass. Her slaps traveled lower and lower until reaching the inside of my thighs, then gradually worked their way up to my exposed cuny, until finally she slapped my engorged lips.



I remember vividly bucking in pain, nearly throwing Allie off me, but with my legs forced so wide apart and her sitting my back, I can’t get enough leverage to raise myself.



The spanking continued, relentlessly raining down upon my poor, sensitive cuny. Even as I cried out in pain, I am getting incredibly hot, physically and emotionally. I feel my lower lips swelling more and more, both from the punishment and from my getting so incredibly turned on.



I was biting my hand and crying when Allie spoke to me in the kindest voice I’d ever heard.



“Well?” she said, “are you ready?”



“Oh, it’s so good, I whined. “Please, please… I’m, oh, am I going to come? Are you gonna let me?”



“Not yet. And what’s the magic word my little slut?”



“Please?”



“No, try again.”



I’m thoroughly confused, but realize I’ve got to come up with the right answer.



Without warning, Allie smacked my ass again. My poor ass was raw by this time, but I was loving each smack.



“Too much time Rachel. What’s the fuckin’ word?”



SMACK!



“Recalling a childhood game I tried a feeble, “May I?”



“Very good! Very good. You’re an apt student Rachel and I shall reward you for being correct.”



“Go on, bring yourself off. Quickly now.”



With that I start humping my fingers up and down against the couch, moaning as I came and came and came.



“You’re dribbling that juice all over the couch you sloppy bitch! And I receive another wallop that only serves to bring on another orgasm.



There were several more smacks. I was too fucked up to care. I remember Allie picking me up and wondering how such a thin, frail person could carry a cow like me. Then I was lying flat on a bed. She spread my knees, stretched my arms out. I thought I must look like Jesus on the cross.



I was panting, babbling incoherently. Then she flipped me over on my stomach and told me to kneel. I complied quickly. I heard a jar top being pried off and then Allie’s fingers—coated with Vaseline? Tickling my asshole. One second of dread, two seconds of dread . . .



“Arrrrgggghhhh!



She rammed two fingers all the way up my ass. Christ that was painful!



“Quiet cunt!” was all she said to me.



She withdrew the fingers almost entirely out, but immediately pushed them back in to her second knuckle. Then she commenced fucking me with them.



It hurt like hell each time she pounded into me. But then I was hollering, “Fuck me Ohhh, fuck me Allie, please fuck me! Please!”



It stopped as suddenly as it started. I sobbed quietly from lingering pain. Allie rose off me. I tensed up again, imagining what was next.



“You are enjoying this”, Allie suddenly exclaimed.



“You are the perfect little punishment slave. But we can’t make things too easy for you.”



Once again I feel Allie’s weight upon me, this time she sat on my belly. And yes, she really is wet herself, I can now tell for certain!



“Oh no”, I cringe, realizing what’s next.



“Don’t hit my tits, please don’t hit my tit’s.” I beg silently. But I said nothing and have no-one to blame when my fears came true and the slaps start raining down on my poor, tiny tits, intermingled with excruciating flicks against my nipples. My breasts wobble. I bite my lip and endure—feeling a warmth creep into my breasts both from the outside stinging slaps inwards and from the inside out, until my breasts are molten lava.



Then there is nothing but silence. I could hear the clock ticking in the next room. Allie exhaled, sighed with satisfaction and rose off me.



I lay there concentrating on the hot spots of my body. My tits, which I could feel quite distinctly from one another; my ass, my cunt; and my agonizingly engorged clit, but above all, I waited for her next act, for surely there would be more.



Allie removed the blindfold. I blinked several times before my vision began to clear.



“Look at me,” Allie said.



I did. Her eyes were sparkling.



“No look at my cunt.”



My eyes traveled down her thin torso to her shaven cunt.



“Look at my clit.”



It had been pierced. There seemed to be a replica of a small bone thrust clear through her clit. My mouth fell open in surprise.



“Don’t gape you shit!” She reached out and pinched my left nipple and I howled in torment and pleasure.



She reached down to her clit and placed the side of her left thumb on the hood, and with her first two fingers slowly tugged on the glans, teasing herself. I watched entranced as her clit pulsed and stiffened with pleasure.



I was literally shaking with excitement. I wanted desperately to suck it. Too lick it. I wanted to stick my tongue up her ass. I wanted to do all the obscene things with her. My hand was between my legs, imitating Allie. I thought I’d faint from the ecstasy I was undergoing.



“There,” said Allie, pulling back the hood with the first two fingers of both hands, “Look.”



The crimson glans, fully erect and pulsating, stood out. I could hardly breathe—someone was pounding on the inside wall of my chest.



My mouth divined Allie wanted me to taste her and I did so.



Her hands rested on my head. As softly as I could I sucked her little cock. My fingers eagerly broached their way into her pussy and brought up a gob of fluid from Allie’s vagina. I gently massaged it along the underside of Allie’s clit.



“Oh my God . . . oh my God . . . oh my God . . . Rachel, you’re an angel of mercy,” Allie moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”



Allie began whispering in a fevered tone, but I couldn’t decipher what she was saying. I was on the cusp of coming a ton myself and could only take short gulps of air. Allie was masturbating openly, using three fingers while her thumb was strumming her clit like a guitar.



“I’m gonna come slut,” she croaked. “Get your mouth down here and suck me off.”



“Me too,” I said.



“Fuck you! Get down here!”



Ever so lightly, my tongue touched her clitoris. The touch was nearly as light as a feather. I could taste her juices, her engorged bud screamed out for my attention. I began sucking it as if it were a cock and Allie screamed with pleasure.



“Put your mouth to me”



“Eat my pussy”



Suddenly, her hands were on my head, my hair tangled in her fingers as I lapped at her lower lips and clit. It was so hot down there, I gasped for breath just as her thighs closed around my head. I moved my hands to her ass to maintain my balance and gradually thought to insert a finger up her ass as she’d done to me. I felt her stiffen in surprise and perhaps pleasure as she moaned and tightened her grip upon my head. I found it difficult to breathe and in desperation, jammed another finger up her ass. Her grip relaxed, and I drew a lungful of air deep into my chest.



Still I wanted more than anything to please Allie, to win her praise. I concentrated on bringing on her release. Wildly licking, sucking and swallowing her sweet juices which flowed freely down my chin. She pulled my head up and I looked up at her but couldn’t see her clearly because my eyelashes were wet with her as well.



“Put your hand inside me,” Allie grunted.



Instantly, my fingers curled inside her, and I pumped and twisted for all I was worth. Allie shrieked in pain and joy. She held tightly to my hair with one hand and yanked on my nipple, making both my breasts dance pointedly and angrily. Finally Allie shuddered and cried out from the intensity of it. Her pelvis jerked spasmodically as she came, and as I removed my hand (in up to my wrist) she gushed her juice over me and the couch and floor.



Allie never said another word. Without washing the residue of fluids from her, she donned her coat and left. I lay there transfixed, stunned and completely satiated.



Thirty minutes later Julie arrived and helped me get into bed. Just as I was about to doze off, she told me she’d arranged for Allie to stop by and meet me.

Continuation of the story ‘The Start of the Affair,’ with Jess and Sam.



*



“Fucking chuggers.” Sam mumbled under his breath as he waded his way down Princes Street on a busy March afternoon. He had managed to avoid most of the charity workers he came across but they seemed to appear from every hiding place today. It wasn’t really them he was in a mood with anyway. This was the seventh time he had come on a trip for work in as many weeks and was getting pissed off with all the travelling and Travelodges. This time he had insisted on being put up in a nice hotel, and they were true to their word.



The Tigerlily on George Street was a great hotel, not that he spent much time in it; between meetings with clients and then the dinners and lunches with them, he didn’t get much down time. He had asked work to send him on assignments throughout the UK for the money, well he had told himself this; really though he wanted to do it because he was bored. Bored with life, bored with the mediocrity of it all, bored with Sarah. He had proposed to Sarah and of course she had said yes but now she was insisting they start for a family as soon as they were married. To him, having kids meant his life was over — no more long business trips or nights out with the boys, it would probably be the end of any sex for a while too. Maybe it was just kids with her that put him off, although he didn’t really think about it for long enough to decide.



He continued down Princes Street and ducked into the Debenhams to avoid the crowds. He was looking for a gift for Sarah, something Scottish, something…just then he recognised a face in the crowd. He couldn’t be sure, her hair was dyed with blonde sections framing her face and she had a tan now too which he found hard to believe in this cold and bitterly windy place, but then she laughed with her head back and mouth wide open and he knew it was her, it was Jess. An incredible thrill shivered down his back as he relived that time in the car park and for a moment he was stuck on the spot, staring at her until he came to his senses.



Just then Jess looked up and saw him looking at her. Sam realised then that she was wearing a Debenhams uniform and was obviously working there. He walked over to her and waited while she served an elderly customer. Jess looked at him and smiled as the customer was talking about something they were looking for as a gift for their granddaughter.



“Excuse me Madam, do you mind if my colleague helps you with this, he’s much more knowledgeable about children’s’ rucksacks. James, do you mind if I go on my break?” Jess said to the tall, young and handsome chap behind the counter. At first he looked quizzical at her but then she indicated towards Sam and he immediately understood.



“Oh of course Jess, and yes I know a great deal about Children’s rucksacks.” James said to the old lady and led her off.



Jess went back over to Sam and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. He breathed in her sweet perfume for a brief moment before she let go; he had almost forgotten how good she smelt, almost.



“Wow, what are you doing here, in Edinburgh.” Jess asked Sam with a big smile on her face, she was walking towards the back of the store and Sam followed.



“I could ask you the same thing, are you living here now?” Asked Sam.



“Yeah, I’ve been here for a couple of months now, I want to work in the festival but while that isn’t on then shop work is the next best thing. I’ve got a 15 minute break, lets go have a coffee.” Jess said and led Sam to the store café, which at that time of the day was full of elderly customers like the one downstairs. She ordered them two coffees and they found a table in the corner.



“So, what’s been happening with you? How’s life?” Jess asked. She was so pleased to see him and her happiness was infectious. Sam had already forgotten all of his annoyances and was awestruck at how Jess looked now; she was even more beautiful then he remembered and it wasn’t just the new hair or slimmer figure, she seemed more open and comfortable with herself now. He answered her question with a few details of the past few months, although not much had really happened to him so there wasn’t much to tell. Jess on the other hand had been travelling; to Australia and America, then she had come back to England and dumped Michael. He ‘didn’t excite her anymore,’ was the way she had put it. As Jess talked, Sam was completely absorbed in all her stories and suddenly that night in the car park flashed in his mind.



Sam had thought about that night after it happened, of course he did, it was an incredibly hot night of raw sex and they both got out of it exactly what they had wanted. At the time it was a one-time thing, nothing more would happen, but after he went back to his girlfriend he had tried to recreate that passion with her and it just wasn’t the same. He proposed to his girlfriend Sarah later that month, like he said he would but he had to push all those niggly doubts to one side. He told himself it would get better and that the passion between them would grow. Now though here he was, sitting opposite Jess, and all he could think about was getting her into his classy hotel room and having his way with her.



“Are you listening?” Jess said, giggling.



“Yes, sorry, I was miles away, it’s been a long day.” Sam replied.



“Well, I need to get back to work now, it’s been really lovely seeing you.” Jess said to him, hopefully. “How long are you in Edinburgh, maybe we could meet up again before you go?”



Yes, he wanted to meet up with her too but was that such a good idea? Would they really be able to just catch up, probably not. Right now though his heart was talking louder then his head and he heard himself saying:



“Well, I’m going back to London tomorrow so how about a drink tonight? I’m staying at the Tigerlilly and it has a nice hotel bar.” Did he really just say that? He’s just invited her to his hotel; he could’ve met her in town somewhere, but instead he’s invited her to within walking distance of his bed! Jess thought for a moment and considered this before agreeing. They arranged a time and then Jess went back to work. Sam stayed to finish his coffee and thought about how the hell he was going to be able to keep his hands off her that evening.



On her way back to her counter Jess’ heart was pounding hard in her chest. It had taken all her energy to act normally in front of Sam and had a hundred thoughts running through her head about that evening. Jess was single now, she could do what she liked with whomever she liked but Sam was still with Sarah, he was now engaged to Sarah; did she really want to be the sort of person that caused a problem between a couple? Unlike Sam, Jess had no illusion that the evening would lead to going to his bedroom. The shock of seeing him had subsided now and instead she looked forward to seeing him later that night.



“Are you alright? You look all flushed.” James had said to Jess when she got back to work.



“Yes, yes I’m fine, just saw an old friend who I hadn’t seen in a few months, that’s all” Jess said.



“Oh yeah? He was a friend? He’s cute!” James replied. Sometimes he tried to hide that he was gay at work, other times he couldn’t help himself. Jess gave a cheeky grin and looked away.



“I knew it!” James said. “You’re going to fuck him!”



“Shhh!” Jess said, poking James in the ribs. “He’s engaged, I’m not going to do anything with him.”



“Yeah right! I want all the details tomorrow!” James said as he walked off.



Jess knew she was going to fuck him; the only question was what outfit would she be doing it in?



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At 8pm Jess walked into the entrance of the Tigerlilly hotel wearing a black knee length pencil skirt, black patent heels, a black silk top and a soft green cardigan. She had tried on about 20 outfits before leaving for the evening, as she wanted to get the right mix between casual but still sexy. She stood for a moment in the entrance of the hotel then spotted Sam leaning on the reception desk. He was talking to the concierge about what room service options were available that evening; in the few hours since he had seen Jess he had decided that whatever happens, happens and wanted to be prepared in case they happen to stay in the hotel. Sam had also changed but had just gone for jeans and a shirt; he didn’t want to dress up too much and give the wrong impression, although he had tried on a couple of different shirts himself! Sam turned and saw Jess walk towards him.



“Wow, you look great!” Sam said to Jess.



“Thanks. I thought I’d make a little effort for an old friend.” Jess replied and cringed slightly to herself. She was laying it on thick but she didn’t want to come across as a sure thing.



Sam led Jess to the hotel bar and they took a seat in the sofas. They decided to drink cocktails as Sam was able to charge it all to the company and by the 3rd one they were both quite merry. They relaxed completely around each other and after they had chatted about old work friends and people that Sam still sees at the old office where they met they talked about politics, sport, theatre, anything that came up. The conversation was very easy and friendly.



Jess excused herself and walked past Sam to visit the ladies. She knew he was looking at her arse; she had designed the outfit for that reason. He used to do this before as well, when they knew each other at work. He would often be looking at her across the room and where then she felt embarrassed, now she was flattered. When she got back he had ordered another round of drinks.



“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Jess said, and was genuinely feeling quite woozy now. The cocktails were strong and she hadn’t eaten.



“Do you want to go for a walk? It’s a nice evening out.” Sam suggested, they could do with the air plus sitting here on the sofa he couldn’t figure out a way of touching her.



They stepped out into the fresh Edinburgh night and walked along the street. Jess was slightly regretting her small jacket and shivered in the cool winds that are constantly blowing in Edinburgh. She never really got used to the weather up here compared to London. Sam saw her shiver and put an arm around her shoulder. She looked up at him gratefully. They walked on and didn’t say anything now; both were lost in their thoughts. They walked along the George IV Bridge and stopped to look down at the street below. Jess put her hands on the wall. Sam stood behind her, put his hands on her waist and leaned into her back. She was grateful for the warmth but now she was shivering with the feeling of Sam’s body next to hers. Jess put her hands on his around her waist and they stood for a few minutes looking out over the wall of the bridge. He squeezed her around the waist and sighed heavily.



“Have you ever thought about that night?” Jess asked, still looking out at the city.



“Of course.” Sam replied.



They stood in silence again for a couple of minutes more. Sam could smell Jess sweet perfume again and something stirred inside him, he suddenly wanted to kiss her hard and urgently; he wanted to fuck her right here on the bridge. Almost as if she had read his thoughts, Jess turned around in his arms to face him, his arms were still around her waist and she put her arms around his neck. She put her head into his shoulder.



“I think about that night too.” Jess said into his ear. There was a pause as Sam weighed things up in his mind.



“I should probably get back to the hotel, I’ve got an early flight.” Sam said to her.



“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” Jess replied after a moment with a mixture of disappointment and acceptance. She was going to fuck him tonight, but in that moment, in that hug, there was something more then just a lustful fuck, something deeper. She pulled herself away from him slowly but as she did so he kissed her on the lips. A small tender kiss at first but then he kissed her harder and it took her by surprise. Sam had his hands on her back and on her arse and she had her hands on the side of his face. She raised onto her tippy toes and moved her body in closer to him.



“Lets go back to the hotel.” Sam said quietly to Jess as they still held each other after the kiss.



“Ok.” Jess simply said.



They walked back, Sam’s arm around Jess’ waist, both walking briskly against the cold and also to hurry back to the hotel. As they entered the hotel lobby Sam asked the concierge to send up a bottle of champagne and some strawberries to his room. The concierge wrote the order down and nodded without any irony.



Sam led Jess to the lifts and they jumped into one as the doors were closing. A lady in her 40s stood with a little boy sucking on a lollypop. The lady and the boy didn’t pay any attention to Jess and Sam; to them it was just another couple. The lift went up 2 floors and the lady and the boy stepped out. Sam and Jess were alone in the lift now and Sam immediately turned and pushed Jess up against the wall of the lift kissing her hard on the mouth. His hand reached around her waist and found her tantalising smooth skin. He wanted to kiss her stomach and every other part of her for that matter.



The lift arrived at the 5th floor and they both tumbled out of the lift. They walked down the corridor still kissing and bumping into the walls on the way down. They landed on the door of his hotel room, Jess’ back on the door. Sam found the hotel door key in his pocket and let them in. They had barely entered the room and closed the door when Sam started taking Jess’ clothes off. He pulled her cardigan from her shoulders and pulled her top from her skirt. Jess too was tugging and pulling at Sam’s shirt and belt buckle. They stumbled through the room and reached the bed. They landed with Sam underneath and Jess on top of him. She forced herself away from him for a moment, stood up and stood at the foot of the bed. Sam lied on the bed watching her in front of him. Jess slipped off her shoes then started to undo the zip on her skirt. She pushed the skirt over her hips and it fell to the floor. To Sam’s surprise she was wearing a suspender belt with suspenders. Jess took off her silk blouse and revealed the black lace bra she was wearing underneath. Jess looked amazing to Sam, he couldn’t wait to get the final pieces of clothing off her.



Jess moved towards Sam on the bed and reached forward to undo his trousers, pulling them off. Then she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands down his chest and stomach. He was already ready for her and rock hard, she grinned at the protruding bulge in his boxers. She took these off now too and kneeled at the foot of the bed in front of him. Sam moved himself to sitting on the edge of the bed; Jess took his throbbing cock in her hands and gently stroked it then she put just the tip of his cock in her mouth and licked it gently. Sam moaned and gasped at these new sensations, he hadn’t had a blowjob in a long time and Jess seemed to be genuinely enjoying it.



Jess put Sam’s cock deeper into her mouth now and stroked the base of his cock with her right hand. Her left hand was on his stomach feeling his nicely defined abs. Sam put his hands on the back of Jess’ head.



“Christ, that’s good, keep doing that.” Sam managed to say.



Jess was moving her mouth deeper onto his cock and licking the underside with her tongue as she did so. Sam felt like he could come in her mouth there and then, but he wanted to do more with her first so he gently pushed her away and pulled her up to bed.



“That was really, really good, but I want you up here with me now.” Sam said to Jess as she joined him on the bed. She pulled herself onto the bed laid back on the pillows. He lay next to her and pulled her towards him then kissed her on the mouth again. Just then there was a knock at the door. They both stopped still then realised Sam had ordered room service before. He jumped off the bed and pulled on a hotel robe, he opened the door just enough to receive his order and signed the tab then brought the goodies back to the bed and laid it out on the bedside table.



“Close your eyes.” Sam said to Jess. She did as she was told. Sam took one of the ice cubes from the champagne bucket and let it gently drip onto her stomach. Jess flinched with the sudden cool water on her skin but also loved the sensation. Sam ran the ice cube along her stomach and around her breasts, letting the water drip onto the bed. Jess gasped and squirmed but also smiled as the ice-cold water touched her skin. Sam finally put the ice cube into her mouth and she sucked on it. Sam reached to the side of the bed and found the necktie that he had discarded there earlier. He put the tie around Jess’ eyes and tied it around the back of her head; she touched it with her fingers with a sideways grin. Sam kissed her deeply and they both felt the cool ice cube between them.



Jess was completely at Sam’s mercy and loved not knowing what was happening around her. She felt Sam’s hands run down her body and he slipped off her small lacy panties over her suspenders. He kissed her on her mouth then on her neck and moved down her body kissing her breasts, biting her nipple which made her really moan, then he kissed her stomach, the inside of her thighs. Sam pushed Jess’s legs apart and teased her a little, flicking the top of her clit with his tongue.



“Please do it harder Sam, I want you to make me scream.” Jess said quivering. Sam did as he was told and she moaned and writhed with the pleasure as he sucked and probed her clit with his tongue.



“Put your fingers inside me.” Jess moaned and Sam put 2 fingers inside her tight wet pussy and curled them round towards his mouth, he pulsed his fingers inside her and licked her at the same time; Jess had both of her hands behind her head and spread her legs even wider completely giving in to him.



“Oh yes Sam, that’s it! That’s so good.” Jess was moaning loudly now and audibly gasping. She had pushed her bra over her nipples and she squeesed and pinched them roughly. Sam saw this from his position and his cock throbbed at the sight, he was so hard for her. She tasted so good and relished in making her scream as her juices dripped down his chin. He let his little finger slip down to her arse and teased her arsehole; this caused Jess to moan sharply and even louder and Sam knew she like that. Jess could feel him in her, on her and insider her and was loving every moment.



Suddenly Jess felt the orgasm rise up through her and she put her hands on the back of Sam’s head.



“Don’t stop, uh, I’m going to come.” Jess said between gasps. Sam didn’t stop and intensified the rhythm of licking and thrusting his fingers insider her. His jaw started to ache but he was not going to stop now!



A couple of moments later Jess was coming and she felt her legs tighten and grip around Sam’s head. Sam wrestled against her and kept licking her; she couldn’t help screaming out as the multiple orgasm rippled through her.



When the orgasm subsided, Jess released Sam from her strong thighs and she lay panting and exhilarated. Sam climbed up the bed and laid next to her, before she had a chance to catch her breath entirely he reached down and put his fingers on her clit, at first she protested but then as he rubbed the button on her clit and she let herself be pleasured again. She moaned softly. Sam kissed her on the mouth then moved his head down and bit her nipple gently; he didn’t want her to loose the orgasm from her body before he came inside her. She took one of her hands and moved it towards his hard cock, she played with it in her hand and stroked it.



“I want you to be inside me. Fuck me Sam! Fuck me.” Jess whispered to him. Sam took the tie off her head and kissed her again on the mouth.



Sam kneeled on the bed and gestured for Jess to join him. She did as she was told and he flipped her over and raised her beautifully full arse into the air ready for him to enter her. He teased her a little at first and just put the tip of his cock inside the entrance to her wet cunt, she groaned at the expectation. He thrust his whole length deep inside her then and she gasped out loud. Sam thrust deeply a couple of times then he did one shallow thrust before driving himself deep insider her once more. He held onto her hips with one hand and pulled them towards him as he pushed deep inside her and Jess was groaning loudly at every thrust, with his other hand he pushed his thumb into her arse. Sam was looking at Jess as he fucked her and loved the look of her body on the end of his cock. He put both of his hands on her arse now and massaged it as he thrust again and again; the alcohol was helping Sam to last longer then he normally would.

Chapter 2 – The five senses



Monday morning. 11:40am. I raced home trying to be careful not to go too fast since a ticket would just slow me down. Since Friday when Krissy left me spent by the pool I’d been looking forward to Monday, not really able to think about anything else either at home or at work.



What made it worse was that for some reason I’d decided to have a masochistic weekend and didn’t masturbate. This morning I’d been seriously on edge and almost told my boss to, “Fuck off!”. I kind of wish I had. I bit my lip instead. The small taste of blood added to my excitement. Weird. As far as I knew, there were no vampires in my family tree. I like to think I’m funny.



I tried to focus on anything and everything to calm myself down and not walk around the office with a flagpole sticking out.



As I turned on to my street, a sudden apprehension hit me. What if Krissy didn’t want to? What if she decided she regretted the whole thing? What if she told someone what happened? Like her dad. What if? What if?



“Oh grow a pair,” I told myself and pulled into to my driveway. I crossed a line on Friday and there was no crossing back. Not that I wanted to.



No sneaking around today. The garage door was already open. I fumbled my key and dropped it. I grabbed it up and with trembling hands put it into the lock only to discover that the door was already unlocked. A tad odd. I opened it partway and stepped inside. My eyes first went to the baby monitor on the floor to my left. It was on with no red bars showing. Good. In a second, I realized that if the monitor was here, then Krissy must be near by.



I opened the door further and looked to my right. I stopped dead in my tracks. “Holy Shit!” I thought with a capital ‘H’ and a capital ‘S’.



There was Krissy, sitting on one of our rattan chairs. Buck naked. Legs spread open. Each leg tied to a chair leg with a flimsy white silk scarf knotted into a neat bow. Each arm was on an arm rest with a partially tied scarf around them – just the first part of the knot. I inhaled sharply. As if this wasn’t enough, what really blew my mind as well as almost blowing something else was the fact that Krissy was blindfolded.



I was about to tell her, “You look marvellous!” but stopped. I stood there thinking for a second. I don’t know if this is what she’d had in mind, but I realized that since she couldn’t see me, if I said nothing, she couldn’t be sure it was me. With the garage door open and the door unlocked, I could be anybody – the mail man, the boy next door, his father, his mother. The possibilities excited me too and I realized the open doors couldn’t have been for me to get in 5 seconds quicker. I decided I was going to hold my tongue – well at least as far as talking was concerned.



I closed the door behind me, walked towards her and stopped a foot away and looked down. Step one. I gently but firmly tied the scarves around her wrists into bows. She smiled and I saw her bite her bottom lip. It was a bit pouty.



I wanted to take a mental picture of her. I studied her. Her blonde hair was partway down her back. Her skin was a nice light brown with no tan lines in sight anywhere. Naughty girl. I’d been in such a daze on Friday I hadn’t noticed that.



Her breasts were perky and just the right size. They would pass the pencil test no problem. A pencil put under them would fall immediately.



Her areolas were about the size of a quarter and a nice darker pinkish brown. There were little bumps around the edges with a hard nipple in the middle. Going past her flat tummy, my eyes went to her pussy. My turn to lick my lips. Both sets of her lips were slightly parted and both looked moist. I tore my eyes away and continued down her slender legs and finally on down to her toes.



I was afraid I’d forget the details and without putting any real thought into it, I whipped out my smartphone, focused for a moment and took a picture with its 5 megapixel camera. Since these cameras make an audible click when you take a picture, she heard it and I’m sure she knew immediately what it was.



She blushed ever so slightly, which was cute, and looked like she was about to say something but didn’t. Spurred on by that fact, I started snapping a few more pics. She tried to pose. In fact, I could swear this little nymphet was trying to open her legs more to give me a great shot. This girl was unbelievable. I went for a close-up picture of her pussy. I don’t know if she was worried about these pictures ending up in the public but I would never do that. For now though, I was going to leave her with her uncertainty.



I had sated my sense of sight and it was time to move on.



First I quickly undressed and threw my clothes over a laundry basket.



I began by inhaling the smell of her hair where it met her forehead. She smelled like fresh daisies. I moved slowly down her face to her cheek and stopped to breathe in. I could feel her breath on my cheek.



She leaned forward suddenly and bit my ear lobe. I pulled away and we were both smiling.



I resumed to discover all the scents of this woman. Under her arms which had a faint smell of perspiration. Down past her breast I decided to jump to her feet and move upwards.



When I reached between her legs I inhaled deeply. I love the smell of pussy. Each one a little different but always that intoxicating “Je ne sais quoi”. I blew ever so gently onto her and she tried to move her pelvis up to make contact, but I wasn’t ready for that so I quickly pulled away.



Two senses down, three to go.



I went to the garage, grabbed a pair of ear muffs I use while cutting the lawn on my John Deere, went back in, adjusted them to her smaller head and put them on her. Her eyebrows raised in surprise. Next I went to the kitchen, opened a drawer and took out a round, long, thin wooden spoon. From another drawer I got a rubber band and finally from the washroom I grabbed a tissue. I wrapped the tissue around the handle and secured it in place with the rubber band. I went back into the laundry room, stood next to her and waited.



She fidgeted a bit.



I waited.



She opened her mouth, presumably to call out and changed her mind.



I waited.



She trembled a little. Was she cold? Worried?



I waited.



I looked down between her legs and noticed a dark spot on the white cushion. Somebody was excited. Just when I figured the sensory deprivation was about to get to her, I brushed the tissue against her cheek. She jumped so much the chair moved sideways a couple inches. I brushed her other cheek and then down her forehead, nose, lips, chin and throat. She started breathing heavily.



Next I went down her arms and then went behind her. The small of her back was all that was available to me there. I gently swished it back and forth. A bead of sweat appeared on her temple.



Back in front, I traced the backs of her calves but intentionally no higher than her knees. I jumped back up to her tits and started doing ‘X’s across the nipples. She gasped and then started this very soft low pitched moan. It looked like she was going to break her silence satisfying my fourth sense.



One more spot. I started first with the inner thighs to within a couple of inches of pink heaven. Up and down. Up and down. She was shivering again.



I paused for what I considered dramatic effect and then I passed it across her pussy, so lightly that if it wasn’t for her reaction, I wouldn’t have been sure there had been any contact. It was as if an electric shock had been applied to her box.



Now she started to whimper more loudly and as I continued, she finally broke down and said in a squeaky voice, “Please.”



I continued and words started to pour out, “Please, oh god, please. I need you to touch me. This is killing me.” She was speaking loudly but she couldn’t tell because she still had the ear muffs on.



I noticed that the wet patch on the cushion covered most of the white triangle formed by her beautiful inner legs.



“Yes, that was good, but now I need more!” she said. She continued with her requests/orders but it hadn’t quite reached the fever pitch that I was aiming for so I stopped completely and backed away.



She stopped talking immediately. Without sight and sound she moved her head around and used her nose to sniff to see if she could tell where I was.



I look of determination came over her face and she forced herself to just sit still. I was impressed by this young girls self control. But it didn’t last. It couldn’t. She said, “Ok. You’ve seen me. You’ve smelled me. You’ve heard me. You’ve touched me, barely. That leaves just taste. Please. Pleeeaaasee!” She raised her hips off the chair.



“Come on you bastard!” she said. “I want it now! Come on!”



Still I made no move toward her.



She started to whimper some more and this time I think she was actually starting to cry, with anger, desire, a whole myriad of emotions.



“I hate you!”, she said but it was quickly followed by, “No, no, no I didn’t mean it! I love you! I’ll do anything! Anywhere! Anytime! Give me what I need!” She was starting to become hysterical.



I smiled. “Now we’re talking!” I thought. She was begging.



I moved forward and licked the sweat that had gone from her temple down to her chin. I licked the tears that were running down her cheeks. Nice and salty.



I took her bottom lip into my mouth and sucked it and then bit it.



Her breath was starting to speed up. Then I attacked her right breast and sucked hard. My dick which was hard as rock brushed her thigh and I thought we were both going to come. Thankfully neither of us did. She moaned a load “Oooh!” while I just barely managed to maintain my silence. I stayed on her breasts for a few minutes and then got up.



I had one more trick up my sleeve.



I went to the freezer and got out a single block of ice.



She started to yell, “Don’t you dare! Don’t you bloody well dare stop!”



I ran some water over the cube and quickly hurried back. I was worried that she might start screaming and wake up the kids.



I held the ice just above her pussy so that the cold drops fell onto her clitoris and then made their way down her pussy. After a minute of this I put the cube directly onto her clitoris. I was hoping to numb it a bit.



It was finally time and I guess Krissy instinctively knew it.



When I took the ice off, she lifted her hips off the cushion once more.



My tongue started at the space between her anus and her cunt and slowly traced upward.



“Yes!” she said in a voice that sounded like it was coming from a succubus.



I licked up the full length of her pussy and then sucked her clitoris. She took a sharp intake of breath and held it.



“Oh sweet Jesus this tastes like heaven!” I thought. “If I could milk her and bottle this into a drink, I could retire in no time!”



Fortunately, the ice had done its trick and she didn’t come immediately.



I repeated the full-length licking a few times and finally settled on the hard candy at the top. I sucked. I rotated my tongue around it. I picked up the pace. She started pumping her hips into my face and I pressed my chin into her pubic bone.



A crescendoing “Ah” escaped from her mouth and she came in a frenzy like a wild animal!



She sat back down panting.



My turn, though without any ice, I didn’t expect this to last long.



“I hope you’re going to fuck me!” she said.



Oh, how I wanted to, but I had already decided not this time.



I stood up and put my cock in her right hand. She grabbed it and gave a few pumps. Then she reached for my balls. She started to squeeze and said, “I should pay you back for what you did to me!”



She squeezed some more but just on the borderline of it crossing over from sexual play she let go.



“Except that I loved what you did to me!”



I moved into position and put my penis onto her lips. She opened them and took my desperate cock inside. She deep throated me a couple times and then started sucking up to half way. I started pumping. I couldn’t take it. Her tongue rotating around me was driving me crazy.



“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I thought.



Just as I was about to come I pulled out and came over her face and then onto her chest.



I don’t think I’d ever had an orgasm like that before.



I slowly dressed. I decided to take one last gorgeous picture of her covered in my come.



I gave her a kiss on the lips and took the ear muffs off because I wanted her to hear my next move.



I went out the door and locked it. After a few seconds I closed the garage door.



I had stopped on the first step and leaned back on the door with my ear to listen.



After a few seconds I heard Krissy say, “Hello? Hello! Hey! You forgot to let me go!”



Silence and then, “Oh shit! Oh shit! This is not good!”



I held my ground.



“Oh fuck! If I’m found like this…Oh fuck!”



I opened back the door and went inside.



“Bastard!” she said but she was smiling.



I undid the scarf around one wrist. One more kiss and I was off before she could remove her blindfold.



I wondered what next time would bring and this time I knew there would be a next time.

Last Friday my wife had a girls’ night at our home. I was fine with it. I said hello to the guests, secretly ogling one or two of them and then got the kids to bed. I thought about going out but decided to stay home and play some online poker. I did quite well coming in third out of 199 so it took a few hours.



There was lots of noise coming from downstairs – the girls were obviously drinking and having a good time.



One of the kids woke up crying so I went to them to put them back to sleep. I guess my wife heard cause she came up to check but saw that I had it under control. I wanted to have a comfortable sleep, so after about twenty minutes I decided to go to the guest room for the night. If I slept in our bed before my wife, she’d probably just kick me out when she came in complaining that I was snoring.



I was sleeping soundly when I awoke to my wife spooning me. She whispered in my ear, “Keep your eyes closed.”



I did as she asked thanking god yet again for the miracle of alcohol. My wife and I hadn’t been intimate for a couple of months and it had started to become a problem.



I heard her pulling something out of the clean clothes basket full of clothes waiting to be folded. Then I felt something being tied around my eyes and head. It felt like some tights. This was turning out to be better than I could have hoped for. She turned me on to my back and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I heard some more rustling. She extended my right arm and I felt her tying something around my wrist. She did the same with my left arm. This was going to be a lot of fun.



I felt her fingertips by my belly button. She reached inside the top of my pyjama bottom and traced the edge from the middle to the sides of my waist. She drew down the pants and my dick started to press against my underwear. She noticed that and gently put the palm of her hand onto my bulge and moved it in a circular pattern. She stopped and then repeated what she had done but this time with the jockeys. My member sprang to attention as if in greeting.



What had been done to my hands was now done to my feet. I was tied spread-eagled on the bed, blindfolded with a raging hard-on.



“Make sure to lock the door,” I reminded her. I certainly didn’t want the kids seeing me like this. The therapy bills would be enormous.



I heard her sit back in the one chair in the room. It was quite a comfy one. She sat there watching me for at least five minutes. I guess she was waiting for the tension to build. It was working. All of a sudden, she got up and I was happy to know that my wait was over.



I heard her approach the foot of the bed and I felt her fingernails at the top of my hips. She drew them down my legs to my feet. Then up again. She repeated this on the inside of my thighs.



She then climbed on to my stomach so that my cock pressed into the crack at the back of her ass. I tried to raise my hips to get some friction on my cock. What I really wanted was to get inside of her. But not surprisingly she had other thoughts. She pinched my nipples – really hard in fact. Next her fingernails went down my arms and then dug into my chest. It was a tad ticklish, a little painful but full with sexual excitement. She kissed the side of each cheek and then gave me a quick peck on the lips. Then she used her tongue to trace around the lips of my mouth.



I pushed my head forward and captured her tongue in my mouth and sucked. She pushed her lips onto mine and we french kissed for a bit. She broke it off, pulled away and in her tongue’s place I felt a nipple come to my lips. I wasn’t complaining. I pushed my head forward and got some of her breast into my mouth. I sucked and twirled my tongue around her hard nipple. I felt her hot breath on my forehead. She switched breasts and I repeated my ministrations. She let out a slight moan.



As she seemingly reluctantly pulled back a bit, I played a little tug-o-war with her nipple. I lost and it popped out of my mouth.



She half stood up and moved to the bottom of the bed between my legs. She leaned forward and her hair fell down brushing my cock lightly. I felt her hair moving back and forth across it. Then the hair was gone and a moment later I felt her lips gently go over the crown of my penis. With her mouth closed over it she just held it there. I tried to push my cock more into her mouth but she caught on to what I was trying to do and pushed my hips to keep them on the bed. Then her tongue gently circled around the head. It felt so good. Then unexpectedly she took me the full length into her mouth. I almost exploded as she grabbed my balls and repeated that a few times. Then she stopped. I heard her pull back and get off the bed. I heard her walking and then I heard her open the door.



“What the hell is she doing?” I wondered. The door closed and I strained to listen. I heard her go down stairs and in to the kitchen. I heard a few cupboards open and close. It sounded like she was looking for something.I was worried she would wake up the kids. She must have found what she was looking for because I heard her coming back up. The door opened and closed and thankfully I heard the lock being turned.



She approached the bed, paused a minute and climbed on to my chest. “What is that smell?” I wondered. She eased up to my face and as she got closer I realized what it was. It was the smell of chocolate mixed with pussy. “She’d been looking for the Nutella,” I realized. She made her way on to my face and I noticed that she she had shaved. “Had she been planning this for a while?” I wondered.



I’d never had this particular dessert before. I licked the full length of her pussy and got first some pussy juice and further up I got some chocolate. “Mmmm,” I said. For a split second it crossed my mind that if we could bottle this flavour of Nutella we could become millionaires. Maybe even extend the idea and work with hot celebrities to sell for example “Megan Fox Pussy” flavour – now we’re talking billionaires!



She started gyrating her hips to fuck my face. I was sucking like there was no tomorrow. I was just thinking she was going to come soon when incredibly she got off. “Come back here!” I said more sharply than intended but she ignored me and went back to the chair and sat down.



It was hard to tell how long she sat there. I just lay there pointing to the ceiling and praying that whatever she was considering would end up with me shooting a load.



Again she got up and I heard her coming back to the bed more slowly this time. I felt her hand at the side of my head and then she pulled the blindfold up as she said, “Hello Richard.”



My eyes widened. My ears even widened. “Holy Shit!” This was not my wife. This was one of her friends from the party. Fiona. Every possible emotion raced through my body. I felt fear, amusement, panic, horniness, shock and more. Perhaps not all emotions actually. There was no sadness, anger, regret. Horny was winning by a long-shot because Fiona was a hottie. She had nice slender legs, thin but not gauntly, long black hair, gorgeous skin and a face that was both cute and beautiful. I had in fact fantasized about her a number of times both on my own and when coupling with my wife. I was speechless.



“I’ve been thinking about you for some time now Dick,” she said. “I never dreamed anything would actually ever happen.” She paused. “I know it’s a bit late but I thought that it should be a conscious decision on your part to stick that lovely prick of yours into my cunt.”



I wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven.



She looked at me and I swore she could see the thoughts racing through my head. “It’s not as if Mary is going to say, ‘Well it’s not so bad because by Bill CLinton’s definition you didn’t really even have sex!’ Nor will she care that you were blind and couldn’t see. That might actually make it worse as she would also be pissed that you couldn’t recognize her smell or her body.”



She was 100% right of course but my mouth was dry like a desert and I just lay there looking as if I’d been hit by a stun grenade.



“So what’s it gonna be, Dick?”



“Ummm,” was all I managed.



After a few seconds of this, she got up impatiently, came over to the bottom of the bed, crouched between my legs, took my cock in her hand, brought her lips to my cock and whispered, “What’s it gonna be, Dick?” She slid her mouth over and took me in all the way a couple of times.



She got up, straddled my legs and moved forward so that the length of my prick was against her pussy. She used her hand and hips to rub it back and forth across her box and then rubbed the head against her clitoris. “What’s it gonna be, Dick?” she repeated.



I honestly no longer knew what the question was about. She got up and positioned her pussy just above my penis. She lowered herself so that her lips were just around the crown for a moment. “Oh my god,” I thought. Before I could do anything, she raised herself a couple of inches. “What’s it gonna be, Dick?” she asked devilishly.



“No, no, no, no!” I thought as I tried to raise my hips to get back to heaven. Still smiling she said, “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’”. And with that she lowered herself onto my cock until my balls touched her ass. “Ooooohhh,” I moaned and then started to pump.



Fiona raised herself slowly until we lost contact. For a split second I almost panicked. “She wouldn’t dare blue ball me like that, would she?” I thought. In one slow motion she reached the top of her arch and came back down just as slowly. It was exquisite.



She looked at me and smiled, “You like fucking me, your wife’s good friend, don’t you?” She didn’t wait for an answer but rose up and down again. The next time she went up my hips followed her, pumping. She could go high enough so that I wouldn’t be able to follow but she didn’t.



I pumped with a sense of urgency and just as I was about to come she pulled out of me and an amazing amount of cum spewed over her tummy with some even reaching one of her nipples.



Fiona took a finger and wiped up some of the cum from her belly and stuck it in her mouth. She leaned forward squishing a lot of it between us and put her sperm laden nipple into my mouth. I sucked it. It was the first time I had tasted myself. I wouldn’t say I liked it or disliked it. “It’s probably an acquired taste, ” I thought. It was however starting to stir the blood again. I wondered if I could get hard again in such a short time.



“Untie me so I can pay you back better, slut!”



Without missing a beat, Fiona slapped me across my face. It didn’t so much hurt as much as it surprised and shocked me.



“You’re not in any position to give orders,” Fiona said with an impish grin on her face. “At least not tonight. Now lick me again!”



I didn’t need to be told twice. I started with her anus which had started to collect some pussy juice. I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go which wasn’t very far without the use of my hands.



“Ooh, that’s new!” said Fiona. She had a slightly surprised look on her face.



From there, I traced up to the base of her pussy. This time I used my nose to run slowly up all the way to her clitoris. At the apex I inhaled deeply. The chocolate smell was mostly gone leaving just Fiona’s musky scent. I started to lick her pussy again and she started to breathe more slowly and deeply. I know I was enjoying myself and she seemed to be too but all of a sudden she got off.



“I have an idea,” she said. “Open your mouth.”



I did as I was told.



She peered inside and tapped a couple teeth. Then she put the side of her hand into my mouth. “Bite down hard.” She tugged on her hand but I held on.



“Good, that’s enough.” She got up and headed to the corner where her clothes were and she got her hand bag. She held it in front of her so I couldn’t see what she was doing so I just admired her smooth back and tight ass.



A moment later she turned around and proudly displayed a rather large flesh coloured dildo in her hand.



Forgetting the last couple minutes, instinctively my sphincter clenched and my eyes opened wide with fear.



Fiona saw this and said, “No silly. I have no plans to sodomize you.” She turned her head away a second and I could swear she mumbled, “Not this time anyway.” For the moment, my fears eased.



She brought the dildo over and I could see it looked pretty life like. It had a flat rectangular base for what I can only assume was for suction cupping it to the floor. She put two fingers into my mouth and stretched it wide and tried to fit it into my mouth. That wasn’t going to work. It was too big though not by that much.



“Where can I find a scissors?” she asked.



“Downstairs in the kitchen,” I answered without thinking.



She got up, went to the door and walked out buck naked. As she was about to pull the door closed she opened it again and winked at me. “I’ll just be a second,” she said and went down the stairs two at a time, leaving the door wide open.



“Crazy bitch!” I thought. I hoped that the alcohol had knocked my wife out for the night. True to her word though Fiona was back quickly and thankfully closed and locked the door behind her.



She trimmed the base of the penis and came back to the bed. This time the base of the dildo was able to fit into my mouth. Honestly I wasn’t thinking otherwise I suppose I might actually have objected. I’m not sure.



“Now bite on it and hold tight cause baby’s going for a ride,” she said. With that she lifted up, put her knees to either side of my head and slowly, gently lowered herself onto the fake penis sticking out of my mouth.



I bit on it and it reminded me a bit of that that thing they put in your mouth at the dentist when you’re getting x-rays. Next time I go to Dr. Russo, a hot Italian recent graduate, I will be sporting a bigger hard-on than normal. Looking up at her, I must admit it was quite a sight. The cock sticking into her pussy, her perky breasts with rock hard nipples. Her expression of fulfillment. She looked fantastic.



Her inner thighs were on my cheeks and she lifted herself up and down. Slowly at first but then she got into a rhythm as she saw I was able to hold on to the cock. Sweat started to bead on her forehead. I wasn’t sure how long my teeth and jaw could take it. I hoped she was planning something more like a quickie.



“Oh yes,” she said a little too loudly for the quiet house. “Oh, yes, oh yes,” she continued as she started to rub her clitoris with her hand. Faster and faster she went and finally clenched my head between her thighs and let out a loud high pitched long “Ahhhhh.”. She sat there convulsing on top of me, rocking with a full body tremor every five or ten seconds. Panting she held on to the wall for about a minute and then got off.



She took the dildo out of my mouth turned it around and shoved it back in. “Clean it off,” she said and I did. I liked the taste of her cum in my mouth but even though I knew it was just a piece of plastic, the dildo was a bit too realistic for me to fully enjoy it.



“Let me clean your pussy,” I said. She seemed to like the idea and climbed back on. I licked her clean and swallowed it all up.



As she got off me she noticed I had a hard on again. She gently started to pump me a bit and then she deep throated me a couple of times. She licked around the head of my penis and I looked forward to round two.



Suddenly she pulled her mouth off my cock and said, “I guess you’ll be looking forward to next time.”



“What?” I said. “No! Come on! Don’t do that!”



“‘Always leave them wanting more.’ is one of my mottos. You know,” she paused as she started to slip on her clothes, “Cindy’s turning eighteen next month. I’ve been racking my brains wondering what to get her for her birthday. Perhaps I’ve found her the perfect present.”

“Tonight you will be tested girl, make no mistake about it.”. Those were the words he had spoken to her just a short while ago yet already she felt she was at her limit and still he show no end to his intensity and resourceful, relentless physical, mental and sexual assault on her mind body and soul. She wasnt enduring it, but rather relishing it for she knew if she did all he asked of her then he would finally believe her dedication ad devotion to him. Deeper within her also was her desire to please him and she knew that submitting to his will was something they both needed.



It began that morning with those simple words.



She made sure she was dressed appropriately (wearing nothing but his favorite thong) and .had dinner ready for him and waited for his instruction to eat after serving him. She began eating and he instructed her to eat quickly as he expected her to be done before him. She shoveled in the last bite and looked at him expectantly. He instructed her to take his cock out and begin sucking it. She gladly complied and was in fact grateful. One of the things she loved about the man was his generous nature in that he allowed he to do this quite frequently.



When he returned to the kitchen he was holding a set of ankle and wrist cuffs attached to long nylon straps, a blindfold and a set of foam ear plugs.



“You can finish cleaning later, I have other plans for you little one. Come here.” He spoke softly to her, knowing he didn’t need to be harsh. She approached him slowly, eye downcast, stopped before reaching him and kneeled at his feet, still looking down, spread he knees and rested her palms on her thighs.



“Do you trust me girl?” He asked as he gently and almost lovingly caressed the top of her head



“Of course master” she replied confidently. Inside though she was frightened. He has never in all their years actually asked her that. It was an unspoken truth between them and although he had often pushed her beyond her comfort zone she has never ‘safe worded’. She knew she wouldn’t tonight either; mostly because she wanted more than anything in life to please him. The satisfaction of pleasing him through her pain or his pleasure gave her so much peace and comfort it at times overwhelmed her.



With speaking again, he grasped her hands and helped her to her feet. As he led her to the large dining room table he took a moment to fully take her body in again. Though she stood only 5’3″, her ass was firm and her 36D tits were firms and hung perfectly on her 130 pound frame. Her narrow shoulders and trim waist only accented them even more. “You really are stunning my dear” he mummered to her as he picked her up easily and laid heron her back on the table.



As he secured her arms and legs to the four legs of the table she stared at him. She smiled as she watched the muscles ripple softly under the smooth skin of his six foot 225 pound frame. Not an ounce of fat on him she thought as she leaned her head back and recalled all the times she had experienced every inch of him, feeling his weight on her, clinging on to his back as he took her over and over to incredible heights; moving his thick and long manhood into her. The last thing she saw as she opened her eyes from her memory was his shouldering blue eyes. Then only darkness as he slipped a blindfold over her eyes.



“So you say you trust me. You say that you are mine to do with as I wish”. You say that you are all mine. Tonight I will test that and see if you mean it”. Tonight you will let your mouth, pussy and ass be used as I wish.”



Inside she smiled. She knew his proclivities. She knew what his cock and mouth felt like all through her body inside and out and if she were honest when asked would admit that being used by him brought her more pleasure than anything ever could.



Then she heard him pick up his phone, dial seven numbers and as she felt ear plugs going into her ears she faintly heard him say, ” she is ready. Come in and see what she has to offer”.



Panic begin to set in. How could he? Why would be take advantage of her gift of herself to him? He couldn’t let another man have her! She belongs to him! Then she realized that this was the test. That if she truly was his then she was also his to given and shared if he wanted. But this was too much, she didn’t want this. But she was afraid she only had two chi ices: do as he asked and surrender herself all to him and trust him or risk losing him forever.



“I’m yours master” she whispered.



She could hear muffled voices through the foam plugs but could not discern voices, location or number of people in the rooms.



Then it began.



Fingers on her nipples. A gloved hand stroking them softly and pulling them erect. Thick gloved hands between her legs, pulling on her pussy lips. She moaned in spite of herself as she felt the arousal building between her legs. She felt the strange hands turning her head to the side and felt the tip of a condom covered cock on her lips. She opened her mouth tentatively and accepted it. It felt so different than his but she knew ( hoped) that he was still in the room and would be proud of her. Maybe if she performed well for this stranger he would reward her somehow.



The gloved hands continued to maul and pull her tits and clit as the assault on her mouth continued. This man had stamina rivaling her master as she was sucking hard and pulling him deep into her mouth and he only got harder, not closer to cumming. She took consolation from the fact that at least she wouldn’t have to taste his cum. It could never compare to the sweet nectar of his cock she was so accustomed to. At least he would let her keep that even if this man would take her in every other way.



She felt her mouth suddenly empty then warm breath between her thighs. A smooth face began to move closer to her pussy. An erotic mix of emotions filled her. No man but him had touched her there in so long. She missed his rough bearded face on her sensitive skin, like a thousand tiny picks of erotic pleasure. This face was smooth by contrast and was taking time slowly licking her from her exposed ass to the top of her clit over and over. It was the contrast that was setting her on fire and causing her juices to flow steadily. Her feelings of shame by being touched by another were being quickly washed away by her need to please him encouraging her impending orgasm. Her breathing was fast becoming rapid and shallow as she felt him slide a vibrator into her. Plunging it in and angling it up she felt it turn on and waves of pleasure washed over her as it this mystery man continued to gently tongue her exposed clit.



Just as she started to cum, he took it all away suddenly. She cried out of desperation then gasped as she felt a large sheathed cock being forced into her wet and waiting hole. No one had entered her in so long that she had forgotten how strange any other cock could have felt. Guilt swam over her as he began to steadily pound into her with a rhythm that was as foreign to her as everything else had been tonight.



Even through the thick protection she could feel him swelling with his impending release. She felt her self cresting again despite her attempts to not enjoy herself, and knew she would cum just as he did.



She moaned out loud and began to cry out as she felt herself soaking his latex covered tool. His gloved hands grabbed her thighs deeply as his orgasm took over and he began throbbing. She was still tightening as the blindfold was smoothed gently off her eyes onto her forehead. She blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the light as her body continued to shake with the ends of her orgasm she looked up at the stranger who was continuing to pump into her tied, wet and used pussy. Her eyes met the blue loving eyes of her master. His face shaven, smiled down at her. She sighed as she came back down and looked at him with confusion till she noticed the black leather gloves on his hands.



“It was you master?” She gasped with surprise.



“Yes little one. There was never anyone else here. But you have proven your dedication to me. You have shown your commitment to pleasing me and putting my needs above your own. I’m so proud of you” he said as he leaned down and gently kissed her lips as he slid his length from her and began to untie her.



She collapsed into his waiting arms…

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.

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