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Rest assured no Diva’s were harmed in the making of this audio – Quite the contrary ;)

This was written by SplendidSpunk as a representation of my audiodiva persona. People may respond strongly to the content as it includes blackmail and non-consent. If you dislike that type of content please do not listen, as it is not our desire to offend anyone.

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“My name is Dina and this is my confession. Before I tell you who I am, that is an important part of this confession, I must tell you where I am. I am in my Master’s home and secured naked to His punishment couch. He had required me to make this aural confession and is here as I do it, He will assure that I do not stray and do not lie. I have no choice but to tell you the complete truth about me, to confess. I’ve read other stories here about sluts writing their stories at their Master’s command, but this is live audio, and so I can’t be sure how easy this will be for you to follow. Master has told me that he will use me during this recording and I may lose my place.”

I am thirty-five years old and in some ways happily married to a wonderful man. I am also a slut who finds submitting herself to Her Master an addiction I cannot and will not abandon. I used to submit to a variety of older men, yes, I find older dominant men very attractive. I did this quietly, or so I thought, never allowing this side of me to be seen in what I call my everyday life. That woman, the professional I am, is very straight laced, very prim and proper. She is always dressed conservatively in either her work clothes or when running errands or visiting friends. She or I stand five foot nine inches tall, sport a D cup chest, have brown eyes and hair. If you met me at work or a party you’d think I was aloof at first, but after getting to know me you’d find out how non-judgemental I am and start opening up to me with things you might find hard to say to others. I’ve been told that I’m good at finding answers for others but as I lay here naked under my Master’s control I realize that I’ve no answers for myself. Only the truth, I am a submissive slut and crave having my body used to serve and pleasure others.

My current and now only Master, learned of my inner slut by watching me when I thought no one was. He saw me being forced into sleezy motel rooms by older men and then listened to me beg and scream as they used and abused me for their pleasure. Master was no fool and he worked hard at trailing me, using a digital video camera to record what he could; assembling a montage of images that left no doubt about the real me. When he’d asked if this was something my husband would enjoy, or perhaps my boss, I fell to my knees and hung my head. Master is like my others but so much more. He’s older maybe the oldest man I’ve attached myself to and He is smart, smart enough to make me drop all the other men and focus all my free time on serving His needs. He’s shown me levels of my own debauchery that I myself didn’t see inside me.

(Oh my god, please Master no, no please not my ass — aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh damn it Sir its too bigggggggg oooooooohhhhhhhh pplllleeeaaaaseeeeeeeee)

I…. I mean….OH god my ass is full, its so hard to concentrate Master. Nooooo please

(Slap Slap Slap)

Yessss Master I can control myself, I will explain, please I’ll finish. I am trying to recall where I was, I don’t have the aaaaahhhh ability to go back and read as this is all audio and Master will not edit or replay for me. I neeeeddd tooo telll you that He has forced a large plug into my assss. Oh it feels so good but so fucking big. Sorry Master I will continue my confession. Yes Sir I’ll tell them. The slaps you hear are Master spanking me when I lose my place, as I did when he forced that plug into my ass. He says that I must learn control and that as I relate to you my confession, He will spank me, play with my tits, my pussy my ass, everything but my mouth. I am to take all this and continue, my confession and if I lose control he will punish me again. The plug in my ass vibrates and shitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt itttttttt now onnnnnn damn (Slap slap slap slap ) Owwwwww

Yes Master, yes, sorry Sir.

Master uncovered my secrets and with the videos and photos he’d assembled allowed me to sever my ties to the other men and to devote myself to Him. My inner slut has developed under His training, my submissive desires have grown. Now He demands this confession while He is using me, while I am naked and exposed to His every wish, only my mouth remains free to continue to confess.

Master insisted I tell all the other men I was now devoting myself to Him and to suck each of their cocks, swallowing their cum as a final gesture of my submissive life to them. Master filmed every one of those episodes and uses that along with everything else as my chains to Him.

OHHHHHHHHH (slap slap ) Sorry Master, yes I’ll explain. Master has removed the plug from my ass and intends a larger one but promises if I cannnnn talk wwwiiiithhhhouuuutt interrruppptiioooon thattttt hhhheee”ll usssse llluuuubbbee


UGHHH, UGHHHHHH so fucking full, damn my ass is so fucking fullll. I can’t adjust to it, OH Master its so fucking wide (Slap slap slap slap ) Master this slut is so sorry, please Master have mercy on my ass. (Slap Slap Slap Slap) I’llll trrrryyyyy Siiiirrrrrr

Masterrrr haasss uused hiisss laarggeest plluugg iinn mmyy asssssss. I nneeddd jjjstttt sssomme ttiimmee to accepptttt iittt. He’s spanking meeee toooo (Slap Slap, Slap) trying…ttooo…get….mee….to … focus..on…my con….fesssion. (Slap Slap Slap) I….am…Master…

My first day…with…my true Master was one I can not forget. When I arrived at His home, He took all of my clothes on the step, exposing my naked body to whoever might be looking, then gabbing my by my hair he pulled me into his house. He took me to the kitchen and attached a serving tray to me, using a leather strap with clamps on it to secure the tray to my nipples, then after loading the tray with drinks and food he made me lift the tray with my nipples stretching them severely and led me to a room full of His friends. I was made to serve all of them, and if I used my hands to fend off a hand feeling up my cunt, the weight of the tray pulled harder on my tits. So I was helpless to defend my body and all the men grabbed and penetrated me as I served the food and drink. Later I was made to service their cocks, in my mouth, my cunt and my ass. Many of them came on me, spraying their hot cum all over me, coating my body and filling my three holes. One by one they left when their cocks were spent and left alone with my new Master, I took his cock in all of my well used and cum filled holes.

That day he let me go naked, forced me to hurry to dress on the front porch as he closed the door saying only.

“You will come to me when I call slut.”

My clothes stuck to the drying cum that coated me and my pussy and ass leaked cum as I walked back to my car. I cried in my shower realizing that my life, once so controlled and secret was now in the hands of this Master. I would go t him often after that and each time he peeled away another layer of my public persona. Today as I tell you of all of this, I admit that I will never hesitate to serve Him, to serve His friends, to serve without hesitation without question.

He made me come to him one morning after I admitted having fucked my husband the night before and extracted my husbands cum from my cunt and had my husbands DNA identified then told me he would do the same to any cum he found in me, and if it did not belong to my husband he would expose me for who I am to my parents, my bosses, my husband. In this way he controls my cunt, my ass and my life in every way and only he can allow a cock other then my husbands to fill me.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (Slap Slap Slap ) Ohhhhhh yessssssss Master….I….will…..explain……..

Master…has..decided to fuck me now and His hard cock is pumping in my cunt now….I…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (slap slap slap) Yes Sir. I…am…sorry… yes oh god please Sir…;(slap Slap slap) Yes…..Master’s cock is filling me as I speak and.. I aamm trying,, to finish this story. (slap slap slap) Master, yes I am telling my confession not a story, yes Sir I, will not make that error again Sir.

I’ve been with my true Master now for two years and he has used me in everyway, he has taught me to service his friends both male and female and I’ve taken men in me and women who strap on a cock have also used my holes for their pleasure.

(Slap Slap Slap ) Ouchhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes Sir I’ll explain. Master is slapping my tits now and not my ass. The plug is still deep inside my ass as His cock fucks my pussy, I can feel my juices running down my legs and I can not cum, no I am forbidden to cum without his permission and He will not give me that until my confession is complete.

(Slap Slap Slap ) Yes Sir, I was just getting to that Sir. Master’s cock is not fat but it is very long and when he takes me from behind like He is now His hard cock pounds against my cervix, I’ve come to love that discomfort as I’ve come to need and love serving Him. When he uses my mouth He fills my throat and He has taught me to ignore the gagging reflex that I feel. Yes Sir, I am almost finished Sir.

I now spend all my time when not working or home with my husband here with Master. He only uses a whip on me when my husband is gone for days so the welts have time to dissipate before he comes home. I love the times when Master can use his whip on me and the exquisite pain that I endure for Him. When Master allows me to cum, that pain makes my orgasm so intense, so wonderful I kiss the whip and thank Master for His generosity. Yes, the prim housewife you see, the professional who cares for you, the woman who entertains you with her husband is in reality nothing more then a slut, a submissive cum slut. Dina exists somewhere inside me but a much larger part of me is Dora the submissive cum slut who never says No to her Master and whose cunt and ass have taken cock after cock at Her Master’s whim.

I confess to all of this and to the fact that I am happy to be this slut.

Yes Sir, thank you Sir. I am now allowed to tell you what Master is doing to me. He is fucking me vigorously and working the plug in my ass — oh shit it feel so fucking good, His hard cock is plowing my pussy, yessssssssssssssssssssssss I love it yesssssssssssssssssssohhhhhhh Master fuck your slut, yes Master fuck this useless slut, fill her with your cum, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh thank you Sir thank you, yes this slut will cum for you — ohhhhhhhhhhhhhyesssssssssssssssssssssssssss, yes yes yes oh god yes I’m cuming Sir ohhhhhhhhht thank you sirrrrrrrrrrr, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Diva Exposed was written by SplendidSpunk specifically for Audiodiva to record and I thank him kindly for it.

Monday night is my favorite night of the week. That’s because Monday is game day. Every Monday from seven to eleven our club meets in the ballroom in the rec center to play board games, card games, night games or even console games. I’m game master of the club, and own forty-six of the seventy plus board games we play and know how to play almost all of them. My roommate, roommate to be, and friends all come play with us, and our club has been nominated for club of the year on campus. We usually get twenty to thirty people every Monday and have special events from time to time.

The president of our club is Jennifer and I’ve had a crush on her since my freshman year from going kayaking with her. She taught me, mostly anyway, how to do an Eskimo roll in the kayak. That’s where you flip over in a kayak so your torso is underwater and you turn it back over using only your body and the paddle for torque without getting out. Learning is a bit of a challenge given that the whole time you try and practice it you are forced under water and either have to succeed, be helped to turn over by someone, or panic and swim out filling the kayak with water. Jennifer helped to turn me over many, many times and I’m not sure even then how much I kept her there to help me or just to have her there.

Being in her swimsuit, in a tight bikini top I couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. She had medium long hair, tight stomach, good-sized tits, and a beautiful face with an almost constant smile or laugh. She actually was sort of a tomboy and despite her good physique she wore swim trunks and played as rough as the other guys in the pool. She would ram your boat and tip you over if you let her and was one of the first picks for polo. Given she goes to an engineering school where the ratio is at best 3:1 guys I guess you sort of have to play rough to be good. Unfortunately she was a year older and I was far to shy at the time to do anything but enjoy her company and after the kayaking sort of fizzled I lost contact with her for almost a year.

Seeing her again at the club presentation day last fall I immediately joined Board and Gaming Club. Not only was playing games one my favorite things to do, it meant I got to spend time with her again, which was a definite plus.

My first few meetings I got to know a lot of people and I found out just how many different board games there are. I had always been an avid gamer, and I have played many board games, all the standard ones: Monopoly, Sorry, Life, Scrabble, Battleship, Risk, and many card games. I was even state champion at Bridge in high school. But the first few weeks I played a new game every week, some I’d never even heard of before. Mario, the card game, the one that actually inspired the franchise; Stock Ticker, a game of playing the stocks with a group of people all given same starting money to see who can make the most in an allotted time; Settlers of Catan, one of our staples, a game to rule the island of Catan by building the most economic network to build an empire; and many more.

Every week I would go to see these people and play games with them and quickly we became friends. But outside of game night we still had a very large workload. Being physics major I have one of the hardest majors at the school. I went to the library between classes quite often because it was easier than going home and it increased my chances of actually getting work done. Jennifer too went to the library to work and I always said hi as I went passed her to find an outlet for my laptop. Her hair was so pretty everytime I passed her and she always smiled when she saw me.

Working up my nerve I would go and sit with her at the table whenever she was alone to work with her. This usually meant I didn’t get much work done, as we tended to talk too much to pay attention to what we were doing.

With the start of the new semester our schedules changed and I found she had lunch every day the same time as me. Besides becoming a very prominent member of the club and having real issues to talk to her about we were good friends by now and I often had lunch at her table with her friends. More and more I was aware of how beautiful she was despite her frumpy clothing.

For some reason I still don’t understand she wore the baggiest clothing and was the height of nerd. She wore a knit wool hat with tassels and a black baggy sweatshirt with loose jeans. Even up close it was hard to tell how good she really looked, her face being the exception. Being a very bubbly person she was always smiling and had a very good laugh, even when she was down somehow her face was still lit up. She never wore make-up had no need to, her face was smooth and she got very rosy cheeks when she was cold.

I wanted very much to ask her out and my crush had done nothing but grown since I kept spending time with her. Conversely, our friendship was very good and she spent a lot of time with me as it was and I didn’t want to risk it with a date gone badly and the awkwardness it would mean. Still she was one of the hotter girls I’ve met and she loved to play games as much as me, I couldn’t just let her slip away.

Meeting her again in the library I sat with her and started to do my circuits homework. She was an electrical so I figured she could help me, besides it was an excuse to meet with her. It was Monday so I figured we could do this between now and game night. Sadly, my stupid analog class was so over my head it was over her head and she was a year ahead of me in that field. So our ‘study time’ turned into her playing with my phone and me watching, helping, and playing Lux (basically risk) on my computer. She played angry birds and rush hour on my phone until around five. At which point I suggested food, she was going to just go home and have dinner, but I managed to convince her to go to Chipotle with me instead. A double win to be sure because Chipotle was now both delicious and enticing enough to get her to go out with me.

We walked back to her house to get her car and go since she needed her wallet and she lived only a few blocks down the hill and across the creek. After a pleasant dinner she dropped me off at my friends and told me she’d meet me at game night later.

A week or so passed since our quasi-date and it was our three-day weekend. We had Monday off, rather than miss game night I suggested to the club we have game day at my house instead. Twelve hours plus of solid games and fun all day Monday and into Tuesday morning. We set up my friend’s projector in the spare room pointing it at the ceiling for an extra twist to play Portal on, and all the Rock Band stuff in the living room. We sort of regretted the Rock Band stuff thou, because our group has the worst singing of any group of people I’ve ever encountered. But despite our bad tune we have much fun all day.

Jennifer and I went to get the pizza and another drum-set from goodwill since our pedal broke. But another person came with us so I did not get time with her alone. When we got back we made her play portal since for some reason she hadn’t and I lay next to her taunting her as she played.

Night came and we set-up Halo on both our Xbox’s and Jennifer, me, and another person from game night played on the one in the spare room. We played zombies mostly and I being rather good at it started to taunt Jennifer with Jennifer hunting. Whenever I was zombie, or especially if she was zombie, rather than play the game normally and run, I hunted her and taunted her by telling her what I was going to do. How close I was, where I’d come from, and what gun I’d use. After a while merely saying her name made her jump.

Despite my warnings I still was very good at hunting her and she grew angry with me and took my hat from me. This is something people don’t generally do as I get it back one way or another and people don’t cross me in that. But instead of snatching it back from her I countered and took her hat. I had worn her hat once before and the smell of her hair had infused itself into the hat and smelled very good. She had a sort of fruity shampoo or something and the smell was rather distinctive to her. I felt it was a worthy trade and continued to hunt her while smelling her hat.

Twice more she came to our house that week to play games with us and help on our random craft day. Craft day was needed because one can only handle so much calculus and I at least needed to get out my artistic side. We made among other things a giant gummi bear by melting down gummi bears in a make shift double boiler and pouring it into a honey bear. The bear was a massive win, and is still very delicious.

That Saturday I texted Jennifer to see what she was up too and she replied work but she up for anything after seven. Getting up my nerve I said she should go out with me then. After a rather long pause, which was rather intense on my end at least, she finally said yes she’d go.

Our date went good as far as I could tell. We went and played mini golf first. She lost horribly on the first nine but managed to do much better the second half. It was a relief because I would have hated to tell her she tripled my score so I only told her she won on the back nine by one point. Next, we had Chinese food and went to go see Tangled in the theater. Being nerds and the only people in there, we made fun of the movie as we watched it and were laughing most of the time.

After the movie we went back to my car and discovered I didn’t have my key. We looked and retraced our steps but it was lost and we couldn’t find it. Since I only lived about a mile from the theater anyway we walked back to my house to get my spare from my roommate since he drives me more often than I drive anyway. It was snowing and we were playing in the snow as we walked. She couldn’t slide as far as me but she was good conversation as we walked and talked.

We both were avid fans of Calvin and Hobbes who I commonly associate with Jack (the narrator) and Tyler Durden from Fight Club. Jennifer was not a fan of Fight Club and had no interest in knowing the many similarities between the two. How Tyler was a recreation of Hobbes, as Calvin grew up and found himself crushed as the perfect happy life he was promised turned out to be a shallow meaningless existence.

Rather than get into the details we agreed to disagree. Walking past the dealerships between my house and the theater we drew on the cars covered in snow. Games of tic-tac-toe, man with hat from XKCD, random messages, and we cleaned all the snow off one car in the middle of the lot for the random.

Walking back to my house we decided since the snow was so good we wanted to play in it more. We built the Calvin and Hobbes head peeking up over the hill, like a giant poking his nose over with his fingers to the sides. It stayed there for almost a week before it melted, which here is rather significant. Making it was fun, and I loved to sculpt and have been front page of the paper twice for my snow Lincoln and snowman protest relief. After an hour or two Jennifer was frozen, she had kept kneeling in the snow and her legs were all wet and frozen. So we went inside to warm up and had apple cider.

She changed into my shorts and stripped to her tank top under her other shirt. I gave her my blamange, which is a giant white puffy feather blanket. It gets its name from the Monty Python sketch, but needless to say, it is awesome, very comfy, and very warm. She curled right up into it and drank the cider but her cheeks stayed red. Suggesting we watch another movie we decided on The Chronicles of Riddick as she had never seen it before and was a huge fan of Vin Diesel, not in small part because he plays D&D.

I got my feather pillow that was really a three-in-one giant pillow to support us as we watched the movie and we lay on my bed under the blamange. My computer on my desk is a 27″ iMac and has a screen big enough to function as a TV. Rather than mess with the transfer to my external and setting it up on my Xbox for the living room this was easier. My roommate watched the movie with us and I held Jennifer lightly as we watched. After the movie was over it was getting very early even by my standards and I didn’t want to get up. Jennifer was not as pro at morning activity as me and simply lay there as the credits finished and the screen went dark from inactivity.

I couldn’t sleep, not with her in my bed this close to me, and it appeared she was not asleep either. We moved so as to lie in the bed long way rather than across it as we had for the movie. For the next length of time, I’m not really sure how long, we played a very subtle little game. First she would roll over and get closer and then pull back. Then I would roll to hold her and then thinking she was asleep pull back. She would then lay her head on my shoulder and I would pull close to her. All our movements were intentional but apparently random as if made during sleep. I commented as such after a long time saying how pro we were at sleeping. She laughed and agreed saying she hadn’t slept any either. I told her to lie on her side then so I could hold her properly.

She did and I spooned up to her and draped my arm over her pulling her to me as we lay under the covers. Her legs were so smooth against mine, her hair so sweet in my face. I felt very relaxed as I held her and many a night have I longed just for that simple hold. But given the situation I wanted more.

My hand holding her stomach was just brushing the underside of her tit. Squeezing ever so softly at first I massaged the area just underside her tit. She did not protest the massage but kept me at first from moving higher. My massage grew slowly more insistent and I pressed up and she released and I finally held the soft tender breasts I so worshiped for some reason.

They felt so large in my hands yet tender as I felt her sigh as I pressed and rolled them. This was my favorite part; her reactions to my touches were far more satisfying than the touches themselves. After awhile I slid my hand down to the bottom of her shirt. She knew what I was doing and quickly helped me to pull her shirt out of the way as I slid my hand back up her naked torso back to her now more exposed tits. Her body was warm and she moved to feel my hands more as them played along her body. I did my best to push her bra out of the way and gripped her naked tit feeling her moan softly as I did so.

Emboldened by my success thus far I slid my hand down over her legs, my shorts, and rubbed them. She had to know where I was headed but didn’t seem to protest the movement. Moving my hand to between her legs I felt her jerk as I slid my fingers up her slit though the fabric.

Holding myself back I kept my hard cock off her, somehow it felt wrong to unnerve her with it pressing to hard to have her right then. I wanted to pleasure her, to feel her pleasure and if the time came then move forward. For now I kept my hand to her pussy and my other still fondling her tit. She was quiet as I rubbed her but her enjoyment was obvious. She kept her head craned back mouth slightly open, her breathing was elevated with her pulse and I felt her jerk from time to time went I circled her clit.

I wanted to get my hand inside the shorts to get closer to her pussy, to feel the dampness I knew was there. I wanted so very badly to feel her cum, to shake in my arms, to cry out. I felt her, hoping to go further, but she held my hand down. Everytime I tried to move it she pulled it back to her pussy, I thought at first it was because she didn’t want it to leave, but given her insistence and not letting my hand above the waistband I knew my advances were finally being stopped. Finally she said the clothes were staying on today and to play with the top instead.

Disappointed, I nonetheless submitted to her request, as it was after all the first date and she had done far more than I had expected already. Rolling her over and holding her to me I told her to kiss me then. We kissed and held each other until 10ish in the morning and talked about all sorts of things from religion to the stupid circuits to how amazing she felt against me. But she said she had to go and get to church, I was not a fan of seeing her leave for such a reason, but I drove her home anyway getting stuck three times in the massive snow left from the night before and ice underneath it.

Time passed and nothing seemed to have changed between us, I thought she was happy with our date and I could not wait for the next one. But it was test time and we were both very busy trying to pass our respective tests.

After a week or so my friend from home, a couple years younger texted saying he was coming to tour the school. We decided to greet him with a bafing fight. Bafing is basically foam sword fighting, with wooden, PVC, or carbon fiber cores and a noodle duck taped on the outside. Jennifer came with us and it just so happened we were the first to arrive at the field in the middle of campus. She told me out of the blue that while Saturday was a lot of fun she didn’t want to go out with me. Shocked and rather hurt I was left to just go with it as my friends started to show up and we never had a chance to talk about it at the time.

For the next four hours we had our sword fight, got smoothies and toured my friend around the campus. It was very surreal having her there, having dumped me and yet we were acting as if nothing had happened. This feeling didn’t really fade over the next several weeks. She showed no signs of discomfort being around me all the time, in fact seemed to be spending even more time than usual doing stuff with me. Albeit we were never really alone for it, she came to my house three times that week and played games and planned the events for E-Days with me.

Having to see her became more a chore than a pleasure because as fun and beautiful as she was, I could not hold her, not be with her in that way. I could do nothing about it and yet there she was over and over staring me in the face. I can’t decide if I would feel better or worse if she had given me a reason but I really did not want to take no for an answer.


This weekend my friend was moving in and Jennifer agreed to come over and help us after her party. From what I was told it was a Kahlua and ice cream party and she got to our house very late. My new roommate was almost moved in but Jennifer got cold from some combination of the chilly evening and the ice cream and she found my blamange and curled up in it. She must have been rather tired and feel asleep very quickly in the warm embrace of the blamange.

My roommates both left shortly there after, both going home for the weekend. Leaving me here with the sleeping Jennifer, now in my bed. This was too much for me, I had been pining after her for the last weeks more than ever and now she was in my bed, no one home. At the beginning of the year I had gotten rope in the chance I had need for it, I was quite handy with it from scouts but all it had been used for so far was tying my cardboard boat to my car to bring it to the race. Now I had a use for the rope that was much less innocent.

Jennifer had fallen asleep in my bed of her own volition, and she had ‘slept’ with me once before. Some part of her wanted this and I was not going to let it slip between my fingers again.

I was careful to measure out the rope I needed before moving Jennifer at all. I made four parallel loops for her wrists, and set up the rope to be adjusted from the side. This part of the rope I secured to the headboard of the bed. This would make it so I held her wrists apart, without any chance of her escaping or losing circulation to her hands. Her legs would be more difficult and I was only able to attach the rope to the footboard legs and would have to wait until I removed the blanket to continue. For her face I grabbed a clean sock. Also grabbing a pair of scissors for cutting her clothes and the ropes if need be.

Grabbing the ropes I looked down at her, was I really going to go through with this? I mean it was everything I wanted, but what happens if she flat refuses? No she walked into this willingly, she just needed a push. She would come around one way or another. Besides the ropes were already tied.

I pulled her left hand out first and slid it into the loops. Reaching across she stirred as I slid the second set of loops over her right hand. Jennifer attempted to pull her hand back, meeting resistance she murmured, “What, hey, what’s going on?” Not wasting any time as she was waking up quicker than I expected I pulled the ropes on her arms tight and forced her to lay flat as her arms were pulled apart and held straight out.

“Shhh, don’t move,” I stoked her smooth hair and willed her to clam down, “just go back to sleep you’ll feel very good soon.”

Taking her momentary lull as good fortune I slid down the bed and yanked her shorts off before she knew what was happening. This was too sudden and she kicked out as I slipped the shorts off. Grabbing one leg I slid the loops I had set-up over her ankle and tightened it down. Too tight, she would be sure to lose circulation but for now I needed her immobile. The second leg was more difficult than the first but I managed to wrestle it down and into the binding as well. Jennifer was by now yelling out in protest and finishing binding her I shoved the sock in her mouth.

This was very effective at muffling her shrieks and I returned my attention to her bindings. If I loosened her ankles she might be able to escape but if I kept them tight she would lose circulation. I wanted neither, so I improvised and tossing the blamange aside I wrapped a second rope eight times around her leg, four above the knee and four below. Repeating this on the opposite leg I brought the two ends together on the left side of the bed having gone underneath with the right one and used a double taught line hitch to pull her legs apart. This spread her legs but over strained her ankles even more, free to loosen them I did so and finally got her bound in a stable, hopefully comfortable and secure binding.

Jennifer resisted her bindings and kept trying to yell out past the sock but her efforts were futile. I couldn’t help but stare at her tight body, as she lay there helpless. I knew I was turned on by bondage but seeing her in my bed helpless to my every desire was more than I ever imagined. Her chest was heaving, tits pressed against her tight tank top.

Those tits had been haunting me since I first saw them in the pool but even more so having massaged them not more than a month ago. They were just sitting there waiting to be held, fondled, sucked, anything I want to do to them. I jumped into the bed and Jennifer moaned in protest and turned her head away as I gripped the full of her right tit and drove my face between the delicious mounds.

They were so warm and soft, my brain was in overdrive as I lay there and fondled her. I had one of my best friends tied down, most likely terrified of me and I was in ecstasy. I was in a state of pure childish delight playing with her tits, and yet was also contemplating the ramifications of my actions. I was split in the scene, one part of me stood there watching myself and judged. I was a perverted little freak tying down my friend just to play with bits of flesh on her chest. Yet what lovely pieces of flesh they were. I could feel her heart race, her chest rise with each breath, and the vibrations of her moans of protest all while massaging her tit with my hand.

Sliding my hand down I reached up under her shirt and slid my hand along her chest. It was smooth and I could feel her ribs under her skin and couldn’t help but bring my cock against her leg. She tried to jerk away from me but my bindings were strong.

“There’s no need to fight it. Just lay back and enjoy it, I know you will. I’ll make sure of it.”

I pulled her bra aside under shirt and grabbed her naked breast as I said this and she looked away from me again. Feeling her bare skin was even more erotic than it had been through the shirt and made sure to rub the tit good. I knew she would like it, all that tension needed to be loosened. Having a good set of tits like hers it was a fair amount of weight to carry around even inside her bra. Those muscles and tendons would feel good from a deep tissue massage no matter the circumstance the rub was given. Besides it meant more time to play with the curves I so wanted to feel for so long.

I knew she liked this part and even being tied up and forced into it I could feel her resolve cracking as I continued to rub her fears away. She even looked up longingly when I pulled my hand away. But, when she saw me reaching for the pair of scissors her tension and fear immediately returned and she again fought at her bindings.

“Shhh, I told you not to fight it. Your shirt is in my way and I really want to play with your nipples. Don’t fidget or I may actually cut you.”

This made her lie absolutely ridged and she held her breath puffing her chest out even more than normal. Her eyes were clamped shut and she tried to turn away. I wanted to toy with her, draw the scissors along her stomach and tickle her with them, force her to fear them but she might flinch and I didn’t want to stab her, not with scissors anyway. I merely cut up along the center of her shirt, a simple white tank top probably only a couple bucks. The chest underneath on the other hand was anything but.

Clipping the straps on the shirt I pulled it out from underneath her and put the scissors to the side. Her body really was amazing, I had felt it and knew how smooth and even it was and I’d seen it before in the pool. But this was different; her arms outstretched open to my embrace and tits pushed out by the air in her chest and one out from under her bra.

I fell down to her side and held her close to me. I wanted to feel as much of this body against me as I could. I pressed my head against her the nape of her neck and inhaled the beautiful scent of her hair. I slid my hands along the taught skin over her midriff tickling her belly button and up to her exposed tit. I ran my hand over it admiring how perfectly round it was cupped in my hand. She moaned again and tried to pull away from me.

“When are you just going to admit you are enjoying this? Your nipples are already hard and I bet your starting to get wet down there.”

At the mention of her pussy cried out and pulled at her bindings even harder.

“Relax, I’ll play with that later. For now I said I was going to play with your nipples. Stay to the top, I remember.”

I tried to remove her bra without leaving her neck. Her hair was so intoxicating; I was almost content just to lay here holding her with the scent of her hair. But her bra was proving rather difficult. I could unclip it just fine but I could not get it off. I didn’t want to cut it because it might cost more than a few bucks so I was trying to undo the strap but I was just blindly fumbling. Ah well, I was going down there anyway; I took one last intake of that sweet hair and slid my face back to her soft pillows. Not a bad trade overall and now seeing the strap I was able to get it undone soon enough and pulled her bra out and threw it aside.

Returning my attention to what I was laying on I found to my delight her nipples were still hard. She really was enjoying this even if she wouldn’t admit it yet. But those nipples were just begging to be sucked and I had no reason not to oblige them.

I could feel Jennifer’s moan as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and it seemed conflicted between the pleasure of the suction and the circumstances of the attention. No matter to me however, she was enjoying it and I was in a position to make her enjoy it more. Sucking it further into my mouth I swirled me tongue on her nipple. It was both rough and tender to my touch, I wanted more of it. Grabbing her other nipple with my fingers I pinched her nipple as best I could while still holding her tit with the rest of my hand.

Working my tongue back and forth and my hand massaging her other breast Jennifer’s heart began to race again but I had a feeling it was an entirely different reason this time. As much fun as it was toying with her nipples her panties were too inviting to pass up.

Just as before, Jennifer was turned on enough by my foreplay with her tits to let me slide my hand down between her legs. I caressed the inside of her legs with my hands, she must had just shaven them as they were silky smooth and warm to my touch. Her panties her white with pastel dots, not quite bikini style but close and very form fitting. Sliding my hand over her pussy the first time I felt her jerk at the touch but not overtly protesting the caress.

At this point even if she had been screaming in terror I would have been turned on by feeling her in such a private place. To feel her jerk and buck under my hand, but no she was actually beginning to enjoy the touches and I still held her tit to my face.

Bringing my hand to a rest cupping her I felt just how warm she was, if her legs were warm it did not compare to the heat her pussy was giving off through the panties. This was very comfortable for both of us and I lay and enjoyed the feeling. Her breast pressed up against my face, her bound body helpless to my movements, and her pussy on fire under the pressure of my hand gently pulling up.

“Don’t worry, this time you don’t have to feel guilty about it. I’m in control here, and you can just lie there and enjoy it. I know you enjoyed it last time, and this time you will even more. You can be sure I will.”

She was strong willed I had to give her that, her body clearly wanted this, but her mind still was not willing. I started to massage her outer lips through her panties, given how much I enjoyed the feeling I guessed she would not hold out much longer. Her lips were soft and fluid and I could feel her shiver as I ran my fingers along her slit. Her breast still pressed to my ear I watched her stomach rise and fall and she tried to remain clam. Pushing with my middle finger I forced her panties and my finger deeper into her folds pulling the fabric tight against her now swollen lips.

“This is about where we got to last time wasn’t it. I really can’t imagine how you managed to stop me before,” and I sucked her nipple in my mouth again causing her to shudder and moan in protest, “but this time since you so nicely came back I think we should move on.”

Pulling my hand back I slid my fingers under her waistband and along the tops of her hipbones. She shivered and pulled at her bindings fairly hard, it was a good thing the knots were firm. Sliding my hand down I kept my hand to the very right side of her crotch. I could feel her blood pumping in the veins; she was still fighting the bonds trying to get out. Her efforts were in vain and she gasped and twitched as I danced my fingers over her naked pussy.

Even my subtle little touches were sufficient to feel the dampness there that had already spread to her panties leaving a dark spot on the clean white fabric. Dancing my fingers back over her pussy I circled my finger around her outer lips. She was now whimpering behind the sock and I watched with great fascination as my hand contorted the fabric of her panties. I spread her lips with my fingers and felt the heat of her pussy as I toyed with the even softer inner lips. Circling up my fingers found her clit hidden in her pink folds.

Jennifer was unable to ignore my touches when they found her clit and her body jerked in response to my flicking it.

“That’s right, twitch my beauty. Let my fingers bring you to another world. You are going to cum for me right here.”

She whimpered at my words and tired again to close her legs to keep out my probing fingers. Drawing my self away from her soft mounds and smooth skin I reoriented my self to between her legs. I was forced to remove my hand, but despite her immediate relief with my hand leaving she cried out and struggled as she saw me moving to put my face right between her legs.

From this vantage point I could not only see how damp her panties were getting, but smell her sex in the air. The damp panties clung to her folds and were now semi transparent. Pulling close I inhaled the scent of her, choosing to exhale deeply I breathed hot air on her pussy. She moaned and pulled at her bindings trying to pull away from me.

Bringing my hands around to her stomach I bent my head down and kissed her pussy. It was so sweet and from the moment I tasted it I had to have more. Grabbing the near string edges of her panties I pulled up tightening the triangle of fabric over her pussy and pulling it taught. She moaned, and I don’t know whether it was from pain, pleasure, or some combination of the two. I pulled as hard as I could up on her panties and her clit was pinched between the seams the fabric cutting in to her slit. I reached out with my tongue and licked the clit under strain and I felt her twitch and try to scream out.

This was too good and I licked her clit again. Her sweetness was soaking through and around the panties and I lapped it up. Licking the length of her pussy I could hear Jennifer start to breath rapidly. Letting go of the left side of her panties I reached for the scissors. Going against my better judgment I trailed the scissors along her body. Sliding them over and around her breasts and even down over her pussy. Thankfully, she suffered her spasm internally and when I went to trim the now strings that were the sides of her panties they came off without a single scratch.

I had pulled her panties pulled so hard, they still clung to her pussy as if for dear life. Pealing back the soaked panties I watched in ecstasy as she twitched and caused her tits to shake everytime the panties slipped and came loose. Goddamn she was beautiful, her naked body now lay before me spread eagle. My cock was pulsing against my leg and it strained to be free from my boxers. Her body was lean and smooth; pale from being under all her clothing it was now mine for the taking. Her hair was wavy today and her eyes were very hard to read, unsure was the best I could describe them as. Glancing down her body I found her tits again and saw her nipples where still hard and the left looked a little raw from my sucking and nibbling.

Scanning down her stomach I ran my hand over her again and her belly jerked at the tickle. Her pussy was not shaven but it looked as if it had been trimmed some but looked perfect the way it was. I ran my fingers over the soft hair and spiraled it around my finger. Bringing my finger lower I brought it back into her pussy and rubbed it around. Moving to her clit I circled and flicked it watching her jerk her head from side to side. Pulling my hand back I slapped her pussy with a wet smack. She jolted and whimpered at the punishment.

“Oh does that hurt?” and I slapped her pussy again. She nodded as tears formed in her eyes. “You want me to kiss it to make it feel better?” and I slapped her pussy again, this time making sure to land squarely on her exposed clit. She nodded again and was now crying into the sock.

Sinking down I placed my mouth on her pussy my nose on her pubic hair and inhaled. This was just as sweet as the hair on her head and feeling her moan as I kissed her pussy made it even better. Reaching around I grabbed two handful of her ass and pulled my face deeper into her now sucking her clit into my mouth. Unable to see I felt her shoulders buck and imaged her soft tits rippling to the vibrations.

Releasing her tight ass cheeks I moved my hands up her body and found her tits. Meanwhile, I tongued her clit and fast as I could and felt her legs shake as she tried to close her legs giving her a reprieve from my oral assault. No such reprieve was in order and instead I moved my hand away from her tit and brought it back to the lips of her pussy. I heard her try to murmur something but it was lost behind the sock. Sliding my fingers over her lips for only a few seconds more I drove two fingers as deep as I could into her now dripping cunt.

She screamed behind her gag and I felt her try and shift her pussy away from the penetrating fingers. This only caused her to slid her pussy along my fingers while I continued to tongue her clit. I brought my other hand down from her tit and held her stomach in a vain attempt to keep her still. But from the punishment of my fingers and tongue on her clit Jennifer was now unable to keep still. Her body rocked and bucked at my stimulation unable to escape more pleasure.

Rather than piston my fingers in and out I probed her pussy. Pressing and massaging everywhere I could reach. Her muscles were strong and fought hard against my fingers but soon fell to the pleasure my fingers gave. I found a spot that was rougher than the other surfaces and it responded as I pressed on it. Jennifer moaned and bucked even harder at this new pressure. Whatever I found was beyond her control and I rubbed it and pressed it feeling it swell and get, if possible, even warmer.

“See I knew you would like this. Look at your body shake; you can’t believe how good this feels. You are going to cum for me right here, right now. And you are only going to stop when I am satisfied because you can’t do anything to stop me.”

Jennifer was beyond a response of any kind and merely whimpered as she started to breath so fast I was worried she might pass out. Putting my mouth back on her clit I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it back and forth. My hand was now dripping from my fingers buried in her pussy. After several more moments of ecstasy I felt her pussy clamp on my fingers. It was all I could do to hang on to her and keep my mouth on her clit as her body shuddered and bucked. She had been holding back this orgasm and now it was free it sent her body out of control.

I refused to let her down from her high and keep massaging her and sucking on her clit. Her legs shuddered and my bed creaked from the force of her pulling on the ropes attached to her legs. From what I could tell her orgasm kept triggering and I refused to stop pleasuring her and the muscle spasms set off more. After I felt she could take no more I stood up and looked back at her still twitching body. Reaching down I held her tear-strewn face. I took out the sock and kissed her, she didn’t really engage in the kiss but she did not pull away from it either.

“That’s more like it. Now you catch your breath and I’ll be back in a minute. I have to go get some things you stay right here.” I smiled at her and walked to the door, “oh and don’t try and scream or anything I don’t want to put the sock back in and I’m guessing you don’t either, it would be more uncomfortable the second time I assure you.”

Once I left the room I couldn’t help but do a little dance. I had made Jennifer cum for me, felt her cum over and over and she was still there waiting for what I was going to do next. I was like a kid in a candy store, everything looked so good and I wanted everything there was to offer. I could do anything I wanted to her.

But what was I going to do next. As much as I liked bondage and seeing girls toy themselves I was not all that equipped. I didn’t have any dildos or vibrators just lying around and I doubted if either of my roommates did either. Plus that would just be awkward for everyone.

Well come to think of it I did have one thing that vibrated, my electric toothbrush and I had several spare heads so I didn’t mind using one. Watching her get off was more than worth a spare head in my opinion. Excited I rushed in and grabbed it, replacing the batteries to make sure it was at full speed.

What else could I do to her to get her off? Scanning the kitchen I saw my back scratcher laying on the counter next to the bar stools. I wasn’t all that into pain stimulation but the way I forced her to submit by slapping her pussy was a definite plus. The long bamboo stick with a curved end meant to scratch would be a perfect cane to smack her with. I grabbed it too.

Now that I had the makeshift cane my mind whirled to the various things I could do to inflict pain in erotic ways. A zipper made of clothespins would do the trick and I had plenty for the clothesline outside. I gathered up a bunch and got some string from the rummage door to string them together. While I was there I saw a bunch of chopsticks and they gave me an idea, I grabbed them and some scotch tape too.

Carrying my new found arsenal of pain and pleasure I walked back to my room.

“Oh my god what are you doing? Here just untie me. I promise I won’t tell. You made me cum and it felt really good but I just want to go home now. Please just untie me and let me go.”

“Jennifer, I’m disappointed I thought you were just warming up to this. As you might have guessed, telling me it was good then saying no without even a reason doesn’t work so well.”

“It really was good but please just untie me I want to go home.”

“Lucky for both of us I don’t have to take no for an answer this time. Unlucky for you that is not what I wanted to hear. That said you haven’t screamed out so that’s good for you.”

Working my way over to the bed I spilled out the things I gathered onto the bed and a couple of clothespins made their way to Jennifer’s stomach. She tried as best she could to sit up and look at them.

“What are those here for, what are you going to do to me?”

Now there was just a hint of panic in her voice and her eyes darted from one item to the next.

“Well what ever I do, I would make sure you keep from screaming. You might not like it if you do scream out.”

Saying this I bent down to kiss her again pulling her face in. I slid back from the kiss pulling her lip with me holding it in my teeth. I grabbed the first clothespin and trailed it along her smooth body. Up over her face and across her eyes as she closed them. She shuddered as I circled back down and around her nipple.

“Oh you want it there do you? Good choice I think you nipple could use a little pinch.”

Jennifer cringed and her face squeezed together as her nipple was clamped by the wooden clothespin.

“Hurts a little doesn’t it?” She nodded keeping her face tight to hold back any sound, “Oh you want another one for the other nipple?” This time she shook her head. I reached for the back scratcher and ran it up her leg to her pussy. “Are you sure you don’t want another one?” She nodded more vigorously and the clip shook as her tits rocked from the motion. “mmmh, that was the wrong answer I’m afraid.” Pulling the scratcher back I flicked it down on her pussy, not too hard but hard enough to show her I was serious. “Now were you sure you didn’t want another clip?” Again she nodded though not as vigorously this time. I slapped her pussy again, harder this time.

“That is really too bad cause this one looks so good on you. You know I think we should put it on anyway just to see how good it looks.”

Putting it on I grabbed each of her tits. I would never get over how good they felt and looked, so warm in my hands, and smooth to the touch. The clothespins on her nipples covered part of the areola and made her entire tit more taught. I knew how much more sensitive they were becoming from the stressed blood flow so I reached up and twisted the pins slowly and she whimpered.

Grabbing the pile of pins I started to loop the string through each one so they were connected a little over an inch apart. I set up two rows of pins and laid them across her chest.

“What a are you doing. I don’t want any more. Stop. Let me go.”

“Well if you insist. We can hold off on the pins because you’re in luck. There is something else I wanted to do first.”

This seemed to unsettle her more than reassure, but she remained quiet hoping probably, not to egg me on even more. I grabbed the toothbrush and brought it to her clit. Even before it was on she jerked at the touch.

“Remember I said not to scream.”

Turning on the brush Jennifer bucked immediately. Her pussy was still sensitive from my tongue and the vibrations were right on her ultra sensitive clit. Jennifer bit her lip and was already humping the brush involuntarily. I laid the brush down and it stayed leaned on her pussy. Jennifer had her head back and her eyes closed but the brush was doing work and no matter what she did it stayed and sent her wild.

I was able to step back and watch the scene, and while not quite as good as feeling her react, watching her body jerk and shake the pins swinging wildly on her tits was well worth it. My cock was hard against my boxers again and the room was getting hot from all her motion and from how turned on I was getting. I took off my clothes and join her in being naked. Free now, my cock twitched with her body, I had to have her soon.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to see you cum and now look at you. My own personal little cum slut, your so good I want to give you a treat.”

Jennifer either didn’t hear or wouldn’t respond because she seemed blissfully unaware of me until my balls settled on her chest after straddling her. I grabbed the brush and positioned it so I pressed directly on her clit.

“Cum for me my little slut, you like this brush I can tell,” She nodded, “I want to feel your body shake as you cum for my little brush.”

Her body was twisting as best it could underneath me and I felt my balls slide across her chest. My cock was rock hard and I pressed the brush harder, and jerked myself at I felt and heard her moan. Her head was rocking back and forth her arms and legs straining, she was close.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. It feels so good; the brush on my pussy, and you straddling me like that. Fuck my tits, I want your hot cock between my tits.”

Not waiting an instant I pushed my cock between her mounds of warm flesh and pressed them together. Sliding my cock out and back we both groaned from the sensation. After a few pulses I slammed hard using my weight to press her tits together. She gasped and I slammed home again. Her tits were so smooth and soft my cock slid between them as if it were meant to be there. Meanwhile Jennifer was almost hyperventilating from both my thrusts and the brush still pressed against her clit.

“Now that’s a good girl.”

I paused in my thrusting and pulled the clips off pulling her nipples with them until they snapped off and Jennifer yelped at the sudden release.

“Mmmh, now I told you not to scream and since your being such a good girl lick the pre cum of my dick and we’ll forget this little incident ever happened.”

“Don’t make me do that. Just hold my tits, they feel so good around your cock.”

I put my cock back between her tits and positioned my tip right up near her face. I grabbed her nipples again.

“I agree they do feel very good but there is still pre-cum on my dick and I want you to have it. You tasted so very good; you never know you might like it. And besides,” I said while twisting her nipples, “you don’t have much of an option.”

Jennifer strained and bit her lip as I twisted her tender nipples. The brush was still buzzing on her pussy and she looked pleadingly back at me one last time. I responded by thrusting slightly and twisting her nipples a little more. She winced and turned and put her tongue out and licked the underside of my tip. She licked very cautiously at first but feeling my grip loosen, as I was lost in the pleasure she licked more confidently. Soon my head was clean and she pulled back.

“There its gone, now can I please go these bindings are so constricting.”

“It seems you still don’t understand how this works. But as long as you don’t scream it will be alright.”

“I’m not gonna scream just let me go and it will be…”

I smacked her pussy with the back scratcher. Fine if she didn’t think she would scream then I thought it was time for some more fun with clips. Moving to her right I smacked her pussy again and shut off the brush. Grabbing the first string of clothespins I started to attach the pins on her left breast. Working my way down I attached four to her breast and kept going down her side pulling the skin up to put in the clip. Moving to the right I repeated the procedure on her right breast and side.

Her entire chest was now covered in the little pins but she kept quiet. I grabbed the brush again and turned it on pressing it to her clit. Leaning down I pushed my tongue into her pussy and swirled it around as the brush vibrated her clit. She moaned and her pussy clenched but she remained quiet. Sitting back up I reached for the pins I had tossed aside that were previously on her nipples.

Pulling her pussy lips apart I brought the first clip up and clamped it on the left side of her pussy right next to her clit. She bucked and moaned as I attached the clip. Attaching the second clip to the other side further exposing her clit her eyes started to water.

“You’re a tough little girl aren’t you? You like having all these clips on you. I guess I’ll have to find something better for your nipples cause I’m out of clothespins.”

Jennifer whimpered again but otherwise continued to remain silent. She was now involuntarily shaking from the brush on her clit and all the pins shook with each jolt. Taking the chopsticks from before I broke each in half, then using two halves I one end using tape. Once attached at one end I put it on her nipple and squeezed it together sliding on a tape ring on the end. By sliding the tape closer I could pinch harder than any of the clips. I reached over and attached the second clamp and as I finished Jennifer blurted out:

“Alright I get it, it hurts a lot. And my pussy is on fire. But you can’t make me scream, please I have played your little fantasy just let me go.”

Oh Jennifer, I thought, how wrong you were. Moving myself to over her head I looked down over her body. Wrapping the string around my hand I braced and yanked as hard as I could pulling all the clips on her right side off at once. Jennifer responded by screaming and bucking, as I’m sure she came. My cock twitched as I watched her body shake from secondary orgasms, the right side of her chest red where the clips were torn off.

“My little cum slut I told you not to scream, or I’d have to make sure you couldn’t. We don’t want to wake any of the neighbors up.”

Tears steaming from her eyes she looked up at me, “Please stop. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, it was too much. Just let me go, please just take these things off.”

“Take them off you say?” Her eyes went wide as I braced and tore off the left clips.

She screamed again and her body rocked from the force of her sensations.

“I just told you not to do that, and you did right away. I guess we’ll have to keep you from doing that.”

I grabbed her jaw and too weak to fight it she opened her mouth.

“Now suck my cock.”

Weakly she licked the tip and grabbed the head with her lips. From my gentle pressure she sucked the cock into her mouth.

“That’s right take my cock in your mouth. Suck it in. Deeper.”

Pushing hard I forced my cock a little deeper in her mouth. After not too long she moaned and tried to pull off my cock. I pulled out and she gasped gulping air down stands of saliva still attached to my cock. After a few seconds to let her catch her breath I forced my cock back in her mouth.

“That’s right take all, open up and feel my cock on your throat.”

At first her mouth constricted but as I slid the tape closer to her nipple, tightening the makeshift clamp, she opened up. Again I pulled out to let her breathe and then forced it back in, all the way this time letting my balls rest on her beautiful face. She started to gag and her head and throat shook on my cock. I reached down and tits causing her to twitch as the chopsticks moved.

“Hold it, hold it, this feels so very good. Ahhh.”

After a few more seconds I pulled out and bent down and I pushed my face on her pussy and tongued it. She gasped in surprise and I took the opportunity to drive back into her mouth. This time I stayed shallower and fucked her face as I devoured her pussy. I gripped her ass and pulled her pussy into my face. My cock felt so good in her throat and her pussy tasted oh so very good. I could feel myself getting close and I drove my fingers into her pussy.

“Oh my god. This is amazing. Stick your tongue out, I want to feel your tongue on my balls.”

Amazingly she managed to get her tongue out and massaged my dick with it as I went in and out of her face my balls just tapping it with each thrust. Her pussy was warm and dripping and I knew she was getting close too. I could feel my balls tightening, but I held on for a long as I could, savoring every second of her dripping holes. Unable to hold back any longer I exploded into her throat, pushing in all the way. This set off her too and her body started to shake again. I gripped her and pulled her close to me my cock still buried in her throat and was in a state of euphoria was she gagged and shook around my cock, which was even more sensitive having just cum.

After her orgasm finally died out I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rolled back so my head was next to hers. For the next couple minutes she panted face slightly blue from the lack of oxygen. I again buried my self in her hair and hugged her body my cock pressed up against her side.

“Wow, that actually was amazing. You cock was so big in my mouth, and your cum inside me like that. It made me cum so hard. Are you just going to toy with me or are you actually going to fuck me. I’ve been laying here naked and you have had your cock all over me. You can’t just leave me hanging like this.”

I’m glad she could not see my face when she said this; my childish glee at her request to fuck her was impossible to contain. It was my eventual goal of course to fuck her but I had not even though to hope after tying her down and putting her through all this she would ask for it so willingly.

I climbed up and got between her legs rubbing my cock on her still dripping pussy.

“Well since you asked so nicely, I’ll see what I can do.”

Not waiting to go slow I pushed my cock into her and held it all the way in.

“Ahhhah,” she cried out, “its so big, your fingers didn’t open me up like this.”

Her pussy was so tight around my cock and as I slid out of her I could not belive how good it felt. I started to thrust in and out of her and watched her tits as they rippled from the impacts.

“Its…so…good,” she stammered between thrusts, “fuck me…faster”

Gripping her hips I started to piston in and out her body covered in sheen of sweat, tits now bouncing wildly. After a couple of minutes I had to look away from her, it was just too good. She was so beautiful, and still helpless to my fucking her. And I could just keep this up as long as I wanted, she was all mine.

“Harder, harder, fuck me until I can’t think anymore. Oh my god!!”

“Oh my GOD! Your body is so freaking hot. You’re going to make me cum.”

“Wait, no. Don’t cum in me! Please you don’t have a condom or anything. Don’t cum inside me or I will scream. Just cum on my tits or face. Please, please don’t cum in my pussy.”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”

“Yes, yes it is oh thank you. Hey what are you doing? You’re just going to let me go now?”

As she was talking I pulled out of her pussy and moved so my cock was between her tits again and began to untie her the bindings on her hands. I took the rope and repositioned her and retied it so it held her arms to her sides. The right arm I positioned so her fingers could reach her pussy and the left so it was on her right breast.

“No, I’m not done with you yet. I thought you might like to move your arms. Only catch is now you are going help me now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well you can start by playing with yourself. I want to feel you as you masturbate yourself.”

I resituated myself so I was right behind her and wrapped my hands around her pushing her hands her and began to massage them.

“That’s right, my little cum slut, rub yourself off.”

I gripped her left tit and pulled her to me. I kissed up the back of her neck. She moaned and her head rolled back but her hand kept moving on her pussy massaging it. It was probably very tender especially where the clips were.

“You like it don’t you, your nipples and pussy so tender from all this punishment. You can’t wait to have me back in side you. Don’t worry I have a solution to our problems. I’m sure you love it.”

Rather than respond verbally she rolled her head back and moaned. I kissed her hard holding her close to me cock throbbing on her naked body. Her breast squeezed in my hand and my other massaging her inner thigh. Her hands were still moving and as I slid my hand up to her crotch she twitched in my arms.

“That’s right, it sucks doesn’t it having someone this close unable to do anything but wait.”

I slid my hand further into her crotch and circled her asshole. This time she shivered, whether from anticipation or fear I’m not certain.

“So agonizingly close, you want it so bad and yet fear the repercussions.”

Pressing my finger on her hole my finger slid into her ass, lubed up from her dripping pussy. She froze in my arms, but I waited until her body relaxed massaging her tit and willing her to loosen with my kiss. “But just like me it’s happening. All this anticipation and the big finale is in sight.”

Pushing two fingers in I felt her winch, but her hand started to move again. Her body was on fire and as I continued to stretch her ass she started to breathe heavier and heavier. She now had her two middle fingers in her pussy palm up against her clit and was rocking with the motion of our fingers. I couldn’t wait any longer and I lifted her up so the tip of my cock was positioned against her asshole.

“Wait, please I need more time. We can do this just not yet, I don’t want too.”

“I’m done waiting for you, its clear to me we both want this and your really in no position to argue. Oh and this time I do expect you to scream.”

Letting go, her body fall on my cock I drove up into her ass. It was so tight; my cock all the way into her ass was almost unable to get blood flow. I could feel every artery as my heart attempted to push blood through.

“Ahhhhhhhh. Fuck you. Your so fucking big, you’re going to tear my ass in half. Stop it, it is too much.”

“And knows the part where you help me. See you’re going to cum for me.”

“I won’t cum for y…”

Thrusting in her ass hard I said, “No you are going to cum for me, and you are going to rub yourself off while we fondle you and my cock is deep in your ass. Isn’t that right?”

I rolled my hips a little and pulled hard on her nipples. She still refused to start rubbing again so I reached for the chopsticks. I placed it back on her nipple, the one not in reach of her hand and started to slide the tape in. About half way she submitted.

“Please, not again my nipples are so sore. I’ll do anything just take it off.”

“I told you to rub your self off, I want to feel as you cum in my arms with my cock in your ass.”

She started to move her fingers in and out of her pussy.

“See now that wasn’t so bad.”

I slid the tape tighter on her nipple.

“Stop I’m going, I’m going.”

I slid the tape a little more, now almost all the way down her nipple was turning purple.

“Oh I know, and I approve. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. Your nipple is just a reminder, at least for the present.”

Jennifer was now biting her lip but her fingers were still moving, slightly faster now. Her other hand she was squeezing her nipple. Her ass was so tight around my cock; I held her to me and closed my eyes as she started to warm-up once again.

“You dirty little cum slut. You like my cock so deep in you. You feel every pulse, you want more, you want me to fuck you. You want me to pound your ass, while you play with your clit. You want this as bad as me, you’re so hot right now you might even want it more.”

While we were staying at a hotel in Sydney, my wife Michelle booked a massage to relax. She works in a busy office and wears heels all day so lower back pain and aching legs are fairly common for her.

I love seeing her in the mornings as she gets ready for work. Her small slender 5’3″ body with long light sandy blonde hair and always wearing skirt suits. She always makes sure her underwear is a matching 12A Bra & size 8 panty set. Because we live in Melbourne, one of the coldest cites in winter, most days she has to wear stockings.

Anyway, I told her I would go upstairs to the pool while she had her massage and then we would go out for dinner & theatre to see the show we were in Sydney for. As I was leaving, the masseur was at the door with her folded table and bag. A hot little Asian woman in her mid twenties about the same build as Michelle and dressed in a white polo shirt and black bike shorts. She introduced herself as Sandy and I left.

After about 20 minutes at the pool, I had had enough of this small group of annoying kids who were running and jumping around. Not very relaxing for me so I decided to go back, have a shower and start to get ready.

When I entered the room, Michelle and the Sandy were facing away from me & didn’t know I had returned, but I could see from where I was the back left hand side of the table. Michelle was laying face down on the massage table and completely naked, while Sandy was standing in front of me working on her lower back, but blocking my view of my beautiful wife. I wanted to catch a sneaky glimpse of Michelle’s bare ass so I just stood quietly in the hall where they wouldn’t see me.

The massage was focused around her lower back and butt for a while and she seemed to be using alot of oil, then Sandy moved to the other side of the table. Her left hand was resting between my wife’s ass cheeks while her other hand was drizzling more oil to the area. Michelle was clearly enjoying her work because her breathing was pretty loud & she was humming quietly to herself. That’s when I noticed Sandy’s thumb pressing on Michelle’s tight pink assbud.

With a slight gasp from my wife, slowly Sandy’s thumb disappeared and it seemed like all the air escaped from the room. Here I was, hard as a rock, watching my blonde wife having her ass and pussy fingered by little Asian bombshell. I’d like to say I walked over and took control of the situation, but all I could do was stand and watch as this little Asian slut began to finger fuck my wife.

Then Sandy caught a glimpse of me, she didn’t let on that she had seen me, but I could tell because she started to smile when she realized I had been watching for a while and had no intention of announcing my return. Michelle started to hum louder now & her breathing had increased in intensity.

Just at that moment, the little Asian masseur Sandy lent down and started to softly kiss Michelle’s ass. Still with the middle & index finger of her left hand working my wife’s pussy, she slowly slid the thumb out of her ass and began to lick around her tight puckered pink hole. As her tongue extended, teased and then slid into my wife’s secret passage, she looked up.

Staring directly into my eyes, this little Asian slut was now spreading my wife’s ass cheeks with her free hand and tonguing like a machine as my wife raised her hips to encourage her to push deeper. Un-fucking-believable! It was all I could do not to shoot a load in my pants right there.

All of a sudden my wife let out a loud but restrained moan, then lay limp gasping for air through the face hole of the massage table with her left foot slightly quivering. Sandy slowly removed her hand & laid a towel over Michelle’s glistening naked butt as she looked at me & winked.

I walked back to the door, waited for about 30 seconds, opened and closed it louder than I normally would to make it appear I had just arrived. I walked into the main room and said “Hi honey, I’m back.”

My wife was just putting a bathrobe on and Sandy was folding up her table. “How was it?” I asked.

Flushed with messy hair & looking like she had just seen heaven, Michelle said “Wonderful… Just great! I feel much more relaxed now.” Barley able to focus on her words she continued “I’m going to have a shower and wash this oil off. Can you please tip Sandy?” With that she walked into the bathroom.

I pulled out a $100 note for Sandy, which she graciously accepted. Sandy then handed me a piece of paper with an address and said “Cancel your plans and be there tonight at 8pm, my husband & a few friends are having a small party.”

To be continued…

Chapter 01: Abracadabra

Desi loved surprises. That is exactly why she decided to drive over to the post office which was one quarter of a mile from her home rather than walk it as she normally would anytime she had an errand to run there. “Besides,” Desi thought, “How many times do I receive a certified letter?”

Momentarily lost in her own thoughts as she glided into the parking lot and coasted nice and snug between a truck and an SUV, Desi wondered if maybe her Lucas had something up his sleeve for her. Making sure she left her e-break on before reaching towards the passenger seat and grabbing her purse, Desi thought how great it would be to receive a surprise from her man. Sighing as she unraveled her mind for a few moments trying to remember the last time she had received anything from him other than flowers which were only used as a vice so that he could butter her up to inform him of his ‘other’ plans he had going on which did not include anything that Desi enjoyed or cared to do. It aggravated Desi a lot that Lucas would rather blow two hundred dollars a month on a mechanical toy that he did nothing with other than sink it into mud. Desi did her best to hide her dislike of the Arctic Cat from her husband. However, she knew that Lucas used things like his four-wheeler and his expensive taste in video games as an attempt to fill other voids in his life.

Two years prior when his father had passed, Lucas came home with the Artic Cat then last year after his grandmother’s death he decided to upgrade to a Playstation III. Since then Desi felt as if Lucas had forgotten her existence and she found herself drifting invisibly in his grieving haze of making up for what he didn’t have any more. Also, since Desi’s son, whom she had produced while still a baby herself and raised alone before marrying Lucas, was about to graduate high school and move away to begin college, she had decided to immerse herself in her writing as a way to escape her prison called loneliness. Despite the lack of communication and passion which Desi needed in order to live, she still loved Lucas very much as she thought of him two states away working all his hard muscles into overtime as he continued his toil to earn money for the bills and enough extra to blow on his own pursuits of pleasure. “At least he is trying more than he used too.” Desi reminded herself as she remembered their sexy night they shared the weekend before.

Though the two of them had started out as ‘just friends’ in the beginning and she had married him pleasing her family more than herself, the thought of cheating on him had never occurred, until the opportunity had been shoved down her throat. Desi was feeling extremely lost and lonely one night and Lucas was continuously cutting their phone conversations short, as usual, claiming that he was doing paperwork, or he had another important call coming in, and then the finale, “Baby I’m tired. I got to get some rest. I’m getting up at three am in the morning to head to Missouri. I will call you tomorrow night. I promise.”

Desi remembered the ache from the lump in her throat that came out of nowhere as she listened to her husband’s low voice speak through the receiver of the phone. “Okay.” Desi kept her emotions in control. “I love you.” She reminded him.

“I love you too, bye.” He hung up.

That night Desi had made the decision to not stay home alone basking in her lonely misery so she showered and dressed, dabbed on some makeup and perfume, careful not to put too much on because she was not trying to draw attention to herself. Desi just wanted no needed, human contact. Thinking back on that night now made everything seem like a blur of jumping into her Miata, driving as fast at the speed limits would allow and then all of a sudden she is tipsy on her third Corona bent over the pool table with her long hair the color of fire spilling down her back about to shoot the eight ball into the corner pocket while the smoky mist causes her to squint and the sounds of loud laughter and southern rock n roll are suffocating in the small familiar bar she had chosen to rid herself of her loneliness. Desi only went alone to places she was comfortable in and she was comfortable here since she had worked here before and the regulars still knew her by name.

Right after she watched the cue ball hit it’s mark and smack the eight ball in, Desi felt the soft touch of someone’s fingers touch her on the edge of her hairline right above her right temple as if to move her hair from her face, but instead, choosing to firmly grab a fistful of her fire red hair, softly gripping and pulling her closer to speak in her ear. Realizing that the hand belonged to a man, her heart multiplied in pace for a short few moments as she felt his sexy hot breath tingling her eardrum and causing a tiny vibration that prompted her to shiver slightly. His unfamiliar voice was higher pitched than her husband’s big Texas baritone sound, and his familiar accent was thick Deep South Creole rolling off his tongue and causing her to blush as he spoke, “Frisson joli?”

Though Dessi was from North Louisiana, she understood enough of the South Louisiana dialect to know that frisson meant chill and joli meant pretty. Dessi’s face lit up with a smile and she felt her face get hot as she recognized his Cajun tongue and she knew he was telling her she was pretty and asking her if she wanted another beer because she knew Cajun men called their beer chill since that’s the only way to drink it and they aren’t afraid to compliment whenever a compliment is due. Turning with wide eyes toward the stranger, Desi was sure she was crimson because the stranger was so good looking she felt her heart hasten its pace a few more beats as she fought to hide her attraction. Remembering who she was and what she was not within about ten supersonic star gazing seconds, Desi snapped out of it and motioned to her still nursing beer and tried to speak loudly over the music, “No thank ya sha! I’m still drinking this one!” And she picked it up and showed him her half-full bottle then followed with a smile she couldn’t remember smiling in years. “Thank ya, though!” she chirped.

Instead of responding with a “Your welcome,” the stranger put quarters on the pool table which meant he wanted to play her next game. Still unable to mask her flattery which was shining through her flushed face, Desi surprised herself by responding, “Lez le bon temps rouler!” Desi couldn’t hide her pride which shone through her golden eyes whilst she looked back at the stranger staring at her in awe. Shocking him with her knowledge of his native tongue she glowed as she warned him, “I can speak yore language too sha! I grew up right on that bayou in thu back, yeah!” With that she flashed him a teasing smile. Desi was hoping to ward the highly attractive stranger away using her friendly sarcasm but that only seemed to make him want her more because she was sure he was interpreting it as flirting.

All right, maybe she was harmlessly flirting but it made her feel better than she had been feeling earlier so mixed with the effects of the beer and pure electrifying attraction for this stranger, Desi ended up inside his motel room. The young hottie turned out to be ten years younger than Desi and he truly didn’t believe her when she told him she was thirty five. His name was Andre and he was married with children too, in town on business, and had a business partner name Virgil staying close by in another room.

Desi had accidentally met Virgil, who looked a bit older, lighter, and taller with longer hair than the younger hottie she was following on the way in to the motel. She remembered watching his shocking blue eyes that were shadowed beneath long loose coco colored bangs because Demi had a habit of focusing on a person’s eyes anytime she met them. The distant memory of the second stranger buried itself in her tipsy and lusty frame of mind probably because she was so quick to figure out that her young hottie’s business partner seemed to intentionally avoid making eye contact with her. Desi was always taught that no eye contact meant no trusted interest so she shrugged it off and left it at that.

“Ya burn?” he asked.



“Oh yeah!” Deciding not to let him know that she hadn’t been stoned in at least five years since her son had almost caught her smoking in the garage and she barely got away with it by convincing him he was smelling incense and not pot.

Choosing to sit on a small sofa in an attempt to avoid the bedroom area inside the suite, Desi did her best to present herself as a lady. Shifting in her seat, she nervously and unconsciously tugged at the front of her favorite pink cami. Right away she wished she were less dressed like the overworked and underpaid house wife she had become and more like the classy and sexy lady who was screaming to come out and play.

What was that familiar cologne scent that kept drifting under her nose and causing her to discreetly sniff the air harder in an attempt to inhale his pheromone? “Eternity?” Maybe that was it.

Whatever the brand, his cologne was magic to her senses as she didn’t object whenever he sat right next to her on the sofa and began to light up a joint that he had mysteriously produced. After playing musical lips with the joint a few times, Desi felt exhilaratingly relaxed. Excusing himself, Desi watched the young hottie named Andre stand up and step into the bathroom. The sensations of being high added to her aroused dilemma that she was desperately trying to fight. Before she could forget she was married, Lucas popped into her mind and she searched her memory trying to recall the last time this part of her had been stirred. “Poor Lucas.” Desi thought as guilt enveloped her.

No, even he had never aroused her the way this young hottie was successfully doing. Within the next second Desi realized that if she were to misbehave tonight, Lucas would never even know, unless she told him. Desi let out a long breath that she forgot she had been holding, uncrossed her legs, and closed her eyes for a second as she tried not to focus on the needing ache that was slowly beginning to throb within her womb.

The thud of the bathroom door opening and shutting stirred her thoughts and before she could react, one of his soft sanded hands is performing a Houdini as she felt it slyly make its way down the front of her worn denim Bermudas sneaking past unbuttoning or unzipping. Quickly, she sucks in a tiny bit of breath before his lush lips are piercing her own with his explorative tongue throwing fast jabs then slowing down to caress the flavor of his delightful prey. As fast as she can feel his fat fingertip glide its way into the folds of her wet slit and land directly on her engorged clit to wreak havoc, she feels one of her 38 C’s like abracadabra filling his fleshy groping hands. Two of his searching fingertips discovered her stiff nipples, “Oh my fucking-”Desi heard herself impulsively gasp while feeling her nipple tingle as he rolled it between his fingertips.

She was hooked, line, and sinker and he knew it as he slid his mouth down to nibble the depths of her neck. Desi knew it was too late for surrender and she ran her fingers upwards into the soft waves of his dark hair and he knew she was ensnared within his high-powered lusty trance. “Cum for me sha!” he whispered his hot breath forceful into her ear.

“Huh?” She gasped at his unexpected command.

Smiling like the devil at her, Desi was stunned and stared back into his smoky brown eyes as he ordered her once more. “I said I want ya ta cum for me sha!” And he began to flick her clit faster with his thumb while he forced two fingers in her sopping pussy. “Stand up baby gal!” He ordered just when he felt the walls of her pussy tighten and he yanked his hand out of her pants right before she came, leaving her starving for more.

Mesmerized with lust, Desi watched him place his fingers which were coated with her juice to his succulent lips and taste her before bringing them up to her own mouth and prying her own lips apart to thrust in her mouth and she didn’t protest when he ordered her to suck her own pussy juice from them. “Mm mm! Don dat pussy taste sweet? Ya got a sweet pussy sha!” Pulling his polo shirt off and allowing Desi to admire his hard earned sculpted muscles dotted with a few tattoos, he grasped both her hands and pulled her up on her feet so that she was standing in front of him. “No sha, I want ya on da table.”

“Huh?” Once again, she was shocked and wide eyed at his commands. Desi had never allowed anyone to treat her like this but, oddly, she found herself loving it too. Looking over the two foot tall cherry wood coffee table he wanted her on and hoping it was stable, she was hesitant to comply.

“Come on! I want let ya fall! He softened his tone as he convinced her to step onto it.

Everything suddenly became surreal as Desi found herself giving in to this younger man whom she had only met a few hours before and with her pussy now drenched and her tits bulging out the top of her cami she allowed him to lead her and she jolted at her own submission to him. Her ass was almost level with his head as she stood in front of him on the table top. “Come on gal! Get does clothes off! I wanna see dat wet pussy!” He began snapping his orders and yanking her britches down himself before she had anytime to respond. “Yeah. Now dat’s what I’m talkin bout!” She heard him exclaim while he admired her tight white ass clad in a pink thong.

Flinching beneath his masterful, surprising slap on the ass cheek, he told her to remove her bra and shirt too while he yanked her thong off and she managed to get her bra unhooked and her cami halfway off before he was already thrusting two fingers into her pussy again. As soon as she threw her bra and cami to the floor, Andre moved in front of her and ordered her to squat down.

“Squat?” Desi shuddered. No one had ever asked her to do such a thing but this man had already worked up her sexual psyche to the point of no return that she decided not to question him further and to just go with the flow.

“Dat’s right, I want ya ta squat.” Andre soothingly schooled her as he gripped her shoulders gently and guided her downwards so that she was squatting on the table in front of him with her pussy glistening spread out and on display all shaved except for the thin landing strip that, to his delight, matched the color of her fire red hair. “Eww wee!” He shouted to stress he was quite impressed with what he was seeing. “Red on da head an fire in da bed! Jus like I like em! Naw let me see ya play wit dem pretty tits sha!” Andre knew he was driving Desi mad hungry for him but he wanted to make sure she got the full effect before he fucked her juicy pussy good. His ultimate goal was to get into her tight ass.

Standing in front of her now she flinched slightly as he gripped a fistful of her fire red hair in order to keep her perched on her feet without falling with one hand, and with his other hand, he thrust his two fingers back into her slick pussy hole, turned his hand palm up, and bent his fingers into a ‘come hither’ and sought out her g spot as he said to her, “Yeah, I bet ya got a lot o’ juice een dat pussy. Mm hm! Let’s see how juicy I can make dat sweet lil fuck hole baby gal!” He ordered her to keep playing with her tits while he targeted her g spot, simultaneously amazing her with his knowledge as he began expertly manipulating her pussy like it had never been till the sounds of her pussy juices were creating a sloshing noise.

“Ooh! Ooh!” was all Desi could verbalize as she was dismayed and showed it with a look of bewilderment as her eyes glazed over at the pressure she was feeling. She almost felt as if she had to pee but she knew she didn’t because she had already used the ladies room in the lobby down stairs before coming to join Andre in this room. With a look of confusion clouding her mind and showing through her watery eyes, all Desi could do was look up at Andre while he coaxed her to accept what was about to happen and moan, “Ooh. It feels so fucking good!” As she withstood the thrashing she was receiving in her pussy she said to him, “Ooh fuck! Fuck my pussy!”

“Ya want me ta fuck ya pussy til ya squirt?” Andre asked her.

“Yes!” He felt his cock grow hard watching her lips tremble. “I want ya ta fuck me!”

“Say it sha!” Andre commanded her. “Say ya want yore pussy ta squirt.”

“I want my pussy ta squirt all ova yore hand!”

Just when Andre felt she was about to explode because he could feel the pressure building up in tiny spasms and throbbing underneath his finger tips where he had been probing on the upper inner wall of her pussy he suddenly stopped thrashing his fingers and delighted in seeing her actually try to buck her hips onto his hand as if she were trying to fuck his hand. “Ya eva squirted before?” Andre asked her tightening the grip he had on her hair from the crown of her head and gently but firmly forced her head back so that she had no choice but to look him in the eyes when she answered.

Delsi began to nod her head from side to side while she was still bucking wildly.

“I can’t hear ya sha!”

“No!” She pleaded as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

“No what?”

“No, I have neva squirted before!” Desi gasps again.

Andre allowed Desi a few moments to calm down. “Aw sha. Don fight eet. Let eet go.” He encouraged as he shocked her back into submission by suddenly and more aggressively thrashing his fingers upwards into her pussy against her g spot. He felt his cock fighting to break through his Levis as he grew stiffer from the sweetness of this sexy, tight assed, red haired beauty’s essence rising to his senses and filling the room with the hot aroma of sex in the air.

Grasping a nipple in each hand and pulling hard, “Oh mmy fffuucking gawd! Whoo!” Was all Desi could manage to verbalize as she uncontrollably watched in wide eyed amazement as Andre hurriedly pulled his fingers from her pussy and began to violently rub her engorged clit that sent her into an instant high voltage like state of euphoria causing her eyes to roll back while a hot stream of juice began flowing from her pussy like a fountain and splattering onto the cherry wood table top. “What de fuck!” Desi looked up at Andre almost as if he were a God because she had never experienced an orgasm so intense that she actually ejaculated and this man had just made her do just that.

Still squatting on the table top, licking her lips and wiping her tears of pleasure, Desi watched Andre unfasten his jeans; she heard them fall to the floor. Her eyes grew big as saucers when she saw his magnificent nine inch cock. Remembering Lucas own six inch cock being the only cock in her pussy for the last fifteen years, Desi wondered if she would be able to take him. Whether she could or not Desi was so fucking hungry for his cock that she really didn’t care if she could or not, she was going to make damn sure to do her best to make that big cock fit!

Andre saw Desi staring at his cock as he began massaging its swollen length up and down the shaft. Teasingly, he grabbed Desi by the head of her hair again and put the pre cum soaked head of his cock near her lips and said, “Here sha. Open dat pretty lil mouth of yours an suck dis cock.”

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Desi felt his cock slide to the back of her throat as she tried hard not to gag. “Aw sha. Ya ain’t neva tasted a cock dis big before have ya?” Andre teased when he saw her eyes open wide up at him and heard her gurgle when his fat head hit the back of her throat.

Desi tried to answer him but all she could manage was a muffled “Mmhmph.” followed by a slight nod of her head.

“Ya thank ya can handle this fat cock in ya ass sha?” Andre taunted Desi more. For a split second Andre thought he saw a flicker of fear cross over Desi’s eyes at the mention of fucking her tight ass.

Derek kissed my lips softly and tenderly. His nude body loomed over my own as I laid on my back on the bed. My firm 34B tits were being cupped in his hands. He squeezed softly at first then became much rougher as the seconds went on. I stared into his bright blue eyes as his teeth made their way to the soft pale flesh of my nape. He brushed some of my red hair aside to get a better grip on my neck’s skin. I moaned and twisted in pleasure.

He leaned up, his rock hard seven inch cock pushing against my already damp pussy. My eyes admired his arms and his six pack abs. His body covered in tattoos; a major turn on. My body only slightly covered but enough to get him turned on as well. His eyes traced my body as he grabbed his cock in his hand. He pushed the head of his dick against the lips of my pussy. My teeth sunk down into my lower lip in anticipation.

“Tell me you want it.” He said with a glare. His voice stern and masculine. I smirked at him, pinching my own erect nipples.

“Please, daddy.” I said in a whisper. My eyes taunted him with a flirtatious stare.

Derek smirked at my respond. It was exactly what he was wanting to hear. He pushed the head of his dick in but pulled it out. Oh he knew how much I love being teased.

My hips thrusted upward, trying to encourage him to slide more in. He didn’t give in so easily though. He rubbed the head of his smooth cock over my clit. My eyes closed and I moaned.

“You like that, don’t you?” He sneered.

My head nodded as I let out another pleasurable moan as he thrusted a few inches of his cock inside of me. My mouth dropped opened and my eyes opened. My hazel eyes staring into his own blues. Another moan came forth as he slid even more in. He went slowly, teasing me still, making me crave his cock.

Finally I had enough of the slow and tedious thrusts. My hands pressed hard on his lower back, forcing him inside of me. This time I let out a much louder and longer moan. MY eyes closed and my body tensed as I felt all seven inches of his cock slide inside of me.

Derek did not take long to thrust hard and fast. As I began to scream he placed a hand over my mouth to shut me up. It hardly worked and I moaned and screamed into his palm. This only turned him on more and his thrusting became much more rough. His other hand reached for my throat. He held me down tightly, forcing himself deep inside of my now soaked pussy. I felt his cock stretching me open and I screamed, wanting more and more. I could feel his balls slapping between my legs.

I thought this would be it. I figured he would cum in this rough missionary position, but I was wrong. So, so, wrong. Not that I minded when he slid out of me and tossed me onto my hands and knees. He slapped my ass and sent me lurching forward. I put a hand out so I wouldn’t hit the wall in front of me. I looked back at him and sneered. Pushing my ass higher into the air and putting my face sideways on the pillow, I waved my ass side to side. Now I was taunting him.

Derek’s fingers slid inside of my drenched pussy. He rubbed my swollen clit for only a brief moment to tease me before rubbing my own juices on my asshole. I knew exactly where this was going. Having only had anal sex twice before my body tensed up. He could sense it as he rubbed more of my juices on my back door.

“Calm down, baby.” He cooed as he slid an index finger inside. My asshole was tight and the feeling of his finger only caused discomfort. He watched my eyes clench shut and my mouth too.

“Relax.” He whispered again.

With a gulp I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I knew the trick to anal not hurting was to relax and I did my best. Red locks of hair stuck to the back of my neck from sweat and my hazel eyes stared up at the powerful man behind me.

He rubbed the head of cock against my asshole. He pressed very, very slowly. I felt my asshole being stretched wide and it was a feeling of pain and discomfort. I let out a whimper of pain and clenched my eyes shut. My teeth gritted together as he went inch by inch inside of me. I couldn’t help but to whimper and gasp as I felt my back hole being stretched wide by his rock hard cock.

“Oh yeah, baby. I’m in.” He said between heavy breaths.

I couldn’t bear to open my eyes quite yet. The discomfort of his cock inside of my ass hadn’t gone away. Especially when his hands squeezed my hips and he began to thrust in and out. I felt him slide out a few inches and then back in. His breathing was heavy from excitement. I tried not to squirm as I felt the cock stretching by back end wide open. Four inches out, four inches in. He repeated the motion slow but began to go faster and faster.

“Ah!” I screamed out as his thrusts became rough. He beat into it with no remorse. My body rocked back and forth and he grabbed my hips tightly, forcing me to eat his cock up with my now burning asshole.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, baby. You like that don’t you, slut?” He asked between heavy breaths and groans of pleasure.

“Oh.” I managed to moan. “Y-yes.”

Tears formed in my eyes as my asshole became red. The burning feeling didn’t seem like it would go away. Then suddenly I noticed him slow down and pull out. I was surprised for I hadn’t thought he came yet. Nope. Different position. I should of known.

Derek sat down, his back against the wall, and patted his lap. I thought he wanted me to ride his cock with my pussy which craved his cock. But as I got on top of him he pulled me forward, closer to him, and slowly set my asshole above his cock’s swollen head.

Closing my eyes and with a loud scream “ah” he pushed me down. Once more my asshole was forced to eat his entire rock hard cock. He held my hips again and lifted me up and down.

“Come on baby. Ride it.” He groaned.

Wanting to please my man I did just that. My knees rested on either side of him and my hands pressed into the wall above his head. I forced myself up and down, my asshole burning still as it remained stretched by his cock. I gasped and screamed as tears dripped down my cheeks. I felt like I was being ripped apart as he forced me down harder than I had planned.

His hands reached up and his thumb and index fingers grabbed my nipples. He pinched them so hard I had to scream. Using my nipples to control me, he lifted me up and down. I followed his motions, wanting him to cum now!

“Oh daddy!” I screamed after a long moan of discomfort. My eyes were closed but the tears managed to continue to fall down my cheeks. I was panting, trying to ignore the pain in my back end.

“You’re gonna cum first.” He groaned.

One of his hands reached up to grab my throat. He kept moving me up and down and I followed. My hips moving in circles as well. His other hand went between my legs and in between us. His index finger found my swollen clit and relentlessly he rubbed. His finger moved fast and pressed hard into my clit.

“Ah! Oh! Oh, yes! D-d-daddy!” I screamed. My mouth dropped open to breathe easier and my eyes opened. I stared up at the ceiling as I continued to hump up and down on his thick seven inch cock. The burning in my asshole began to fade as my pussy got the pleasure it craved.

Next he shoved his index and middle finger inside of me. I moaned loud. Without realizing it I began to ride his cock even harder. I screamed loud as I felt that cock stretch my asshole even more. I moved up and down, enjoying the pain mixed with the pleasure. And to make matters better his thumb continued to massage my clit fast and hard. It wouldn’t be long till I reached my climax.

Another three minutes of pain and pleasure mixed anal sex, I felt my legs tightening. I closed my eyes and moaned loud and long. My body began to shake, my legs twitching, my thighs tight. My pussy began to pulse around his fingers as my juices leaked onto them. I couldn’t help but to sit down hard on his cock. I felt it slide deep up inside of me and let out another scream. Just as I did I felt Derek tense up too. His body also needed release. I could feel his cock stiffen and he wrapped his arms around my waist, letting his load shoot up inside of my back door.

We held each other for a moment, panting and completely pleased. My body still shook slightly from the pleasure of the orgasm.

“I love you.” He said, pulling away to kiss my lips softly.

“I love you too.” I panted. I began to rise, feeling his cock slip out inch my inch. Somehow, I had a feeling I’d be craving that cock in my asshole more often…

Laura sauntered slowly towards the ladies’ room, taking stock of the men around the hotel. Some were employees, others guests; all were possible playthings. None particularly got the 30-year-old’s heart racing; one man even made her nervous by staring at her as she passed him in the hall. She determined that if the bartender were still at his post after she had touched up in the bathroom, she would take him on. Tossing her dirty blonde hair over one shoulder, Laura pushed into the room and stopped dead in her tracks.

She’d found her toy for the evening.

The woman was sitting on the counter of the restroom between two sinks. She wore a simple maid’s uniform, the skirt of which was hiked up to her stomach, revealing a garter belt attached to stockings, and no panties. Her pussy lay bare, but it was her ass that had a trail of some man’s cum spilling out of it. Laura looked up to her face. The woman’s eyes were closed, but her face was relaxed and she was smiling, her short, dark, reddish hair all mussed up against the mirror behind the sinks.

It wasn’t as improbable a sight in a hotel bathroom as one might think, especially at the hooker hotel- a uniquely sexy place to stay, and Laura’s favorite.

“My dear,” Laura said, crossing her arms. “We really need to get you cleaned up.” The maid had started at the sound of Laura’s voice, but relaxed quickly, even despite Laura’s intentionally imposing stance.

“Yes ma’am,” the maid said in a shy voice. She looked perhaps 19 or 20 years old, Laura noted, but her voice sounded somewhat younger. The older woman smiled frostily and stepped to the bathroom door, which she locked.

“Let’s get those clothes off.”

The maid obediently stood and unbuttoned her uniform, revealing that the garter belt and nylons were all that she was wearing aside from a pair of barely-high heels. She let the uniform slip to the floor.

“No,” Laura commanded, almost as though talking to a dog. She stepped forward and swatted the girl’s rear firmly, but not painfully. “Pick that up.”

“Yes ma’am.” The maid bent over and grabbed her uniform, flushing a little in the cheeks…all of them.

“Good girl,” Laura said. “Now the stockings and whatnot.” The young woman removed her stockings, high heels, and garter belt, holding them with her uniform. “Fold them and set them next to the sink.” She did.

Laura grasped the woman’s wrist and marched her to the back of the restroom, which offered a shower. She turned it on, let the temperature get warm, and gestured for the younger woman to step in, which she did.

The blonde then turned to her own clothing, stepping out of her high heels and removing first her suit jacket, folding it, and setting it down on a bench next to the shower. Next came her white button-down blouse—silk –and her pencil skirt and thin nylons. Each item was impeccably folded and set on top of the last, including Laura’s green lacy panties. The matching bra was set on top of the stack like a cake with a cherry on top. Laura stepped into the shower behind the young woman, who was standing where Laura had left her, like a good submissive.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Laura said, reaching around the girl to take the removable shower head. She started with the girls hair, which must have been recently dyed—just a touch of pinkish-red flowed from it along with the shower water. Once her hair was thoroughly soaked, Laura guided her to turn around by the shoulder and began spraying her neck, arms, hands, and breasts…Laura allowed herself a momentary distraction to fondle one as she washed, playing with the nipple and smiling as it grew firm and solid under her ministrations. The maid moaned and Laura gently smacked her cheek. “Shhh,” she said.

Laura made her way down the girls legs and back up, turning her around again and positioning her like a doll, just bent over at the hips, palms against the front of the shower. Laura spread the girls cheeks and ran the spray up and down from her ass to her pussy and back again, washing away the jizz someone had left behind. When she was finished, Laura hooked her arms around the girl. The arm holding the shower head was lower, and Laura used her free hand to spread the maid’s pussy, exposing her clit to the spray of water. The maid cried out and Laura turned the spray away. “Ah-ah-ah,” Laura said. “No reward if you’re not good.” The older woman watched the younger intently and when she’d bit her lip, Laura returned to stimulating the girl’s engorged clit with the water.

The girl remained silent as Laura sprayed around her clit and then moved down, spraying the sensitive area between the clit and the pussy’s opening, then the opening itself, and then back up. Laura repeated this several times and heard the girl’s breathing get harder, but she remained silent. Smirking inwardly, Laura turned the ring on the shower head, and suddenly the “gentle rain” setting was gone in favor of a harder, more focused blast. Laura turned this blast to the girls clit and wiggled her hand, moving the target just enough to flick all around the clit. The maid gasped and took one hand to her mouth, which she bit to keep herself from crying out.

“Very good,” Laura smiled. “Time for another reward.” Laura moved the shower head down again, pausing briefly at the hole of the girl’s cunt. Laura moved to the girl’s side and switched the shower head into her other hand, then kept moving it around until it reached the girls ass.

Spreading the cheeks again, Laura allowed the spray to shoot directly into her ass, and she let a moan slip. Laura yanked the shower head away and spanked the girl, a bit harder this time. “No,” she said. “Bad girl.” Seeing the maid’s face shift into bliss, she spanked her again, eliciting another moan. Laura spanked her a third time and the girl managed to hold the sounds of her pleasure in.

Laura shifted the girl back and sat in front of her, legs spread, arm stretched to offer the maid the shower head. “I cum first,” she said simply. The maid hardly batted an eye before kneeling in front of the older woman and aiming the water spray at her new master’s clit while Laura held her lips open for easier access. Laura wiggled her hips and moaned. “Jiggle the spray,” she commanded, but the girl was clearly practiced at this and managed to arc the head around in a perfect circle around Laura’s clit, leaving the older woman moaning and struggling to hold still.

While still holding the water to her clit, the girl leaned forward, licking two fingers and slipping them inside Laura’s pussy. Pleasantly shocked, Laura bucked up slightly as the fingers curled and massaged her G-spot, all while her clit was being rubbed better than any tongue could manage. After only another minute or so of these ministrations, Laura came, hard, and the maid turned the spray away to let her recover.

Laura opened her eyes after a minute and saw the maid pleasuring herself with the shower head. “NO,” she commanded, snatching the shower head away. “Get on all fours,” Laura demanded. The girl obeyed, flushed by her water-based masturbation and by shame at having been naughty. Laura smacked her ass, just hard enough to sting, and the maid barely held back a moan. “No one will pleasure you but me,” Laura leaned forward to hiss in her ear, “and that includes you.”

Leaving her on all fours, Laura held the shower head under the girl and blindly moved the shower head up and down, knowing that she was occasionally hitting the clit and occasionally missing it completely—intentionally frustrating the young woman. After a few minutes of this she moved the shower head more slowly and watched the girls reaction until she had the clit, which she sprayed directly, jiggling the head just slightly.

It did not take much more for the girl to cum, which she did, violently, struggling to remain on all fours but leaning down and placing her head on the floor of the shower.

Laura reached up and turned the shower off as the girl began to shake off her orgasm. Standing, she grabbed a towel off of a nearby rack and began drying. “Dry yourself off,” she casually told the maid, which she did, slowly. When the girl made to move out of the shower and return to her clothes, Laura cleared her throat expectantly.

The girl whirled around, confused for a moment, then smiling as she gained clarity.

“Thank you, ma’am.”


Sometimes you have no recollection of the events leading to sex. Sometimes foreplay is forgotten and your animal brain just wants to rut, just wants to fuck another body and spread its seed. Sometimes the moments leading up to sex sparkle with intensity and shine brighter in one’s memory than any event leading up to or following it. This is one of those times, a time when nothing mattered more than how he encouraged my body to hunger for his in a deeper, more desperate way.

We were already naked, we were done kissing and caressing. It was his show now, the sub in me quietly turned over to let him play with me as he saw fit.

He pushed into me, but not all the way. Not nearly. He moved around just enough to open me up; just enough to make my muscles tighten and twitch. I rolled my hips forward hoping to force him in further but he pulled back ever so slightly and spanked me hard. I could feel my skin flush red hot as the sting faded.

“You’ll not get any more of my cock until you’ve deserved it.”

I whimpered softly into the sheets, I could feel my vagina aching for the full measure of him.

He started moving slowly around, massaging my ass that was so rudely in the air for him. He slipped his thumb in and back out around my asshole. Gently coaxing my sphincter to relax. He left his cock perched on the edge of my lips just waiting and teasing as he focused on my ass. Being a rotten little sub that doesn’t follow the rules, I pushed back onto him and for a glorious split second he filled me and stretched me. But I was all too predictable. He used my distraction to shove his thumb deep inside my ass and squeezed down his forefingers to grip my tailbone and force me away and off him.

As his fantastic manhood slipped away from me I became increasingly aware of the discomfort of his firm grip on my ass.

“What did you do to deserve me?” he demanded.

I whimpered again into the bed. He didn’t like that reply and smacked me hard. His fingers pulled away from my skin softly grazing the sting away.

“What did you do?” he asked slowly.


“Mmhm, that’s right!” He slapped me again to emphasize his last word.

“Now,” he started playing with my asshole again. His finger moved in circles forcing me to widen. I tried desperately to relax into the pain but I clenched suddenly when I received another sharp slap.

“Now, is this what you wanted?” He pushed in harder, deeper, and wider.

My only reply was a grunt into the sheets and a pleading whine. His finger training my ass wasn’t what I wanted, he knew that, but I also knew that what I wanted was of no matter in this situation. I was his to play with, to torture or pleasure at his whim.

Then he smacked me square on my wet lips sharply stinging the delicate flesh.

“No, no, this is what you want isn’t it?” He teased me as he smoothly moved two fingers finally inside my soaking wet lips.

I sighed heavily as my whole body relaxed into the elation spreading through it. My back arched sharply presenting myself to him even more openly than before! He answered this with a third finger and a fourth. My body was hot and wet and all too ready for him.

All while working on me in my favorite way he continued opening my asshole too. I love him for this; his attention to detail and incredible skill at multitasking.

My breath was getting heavy and my body was undulating of its own volition. I could hear myself screaming and moaning as he continued his nuanced and forceful work on me. I was quickly losing all ability to witness this amazing feeling. I was slipping under the ecstasy and fast.

“Ah, ah, shhh, how do you feel?” He asked me softly. He could always read me and pull me back just in time. His fingers pulled out slowly and continued to massage me, keeping me wet and hot.

I nodded a response, not sure if my voice would work and completely unsure of how to describe to him how… I… felt.

“Come on,” he urged me. He pushed his hips forward once more lightly pressing against me. I could feel his firmness pushing into the soft parts of me, I could feel his warmth surrounding me and it felt like home.

“How do you feel?”

“Good” I whispered.

“Good girl,” he said as he finally pushed all the way inside me. He leaned in with all his weight and surrounded me, his long arms reaching down beside mine. We both moved in sync. I felt him finally surrender to the ecstasy and fall into the primal, instinctual physicality of the moment. We breathed together we sweat together, and we came together. Both bodies completely tensed and full of potential for one perfect moment.

With a sigh we collapsed hot and exhausted and wickedly content within the company of one another.

She finally unlocks the door and lets me into the bathroom.

Anne always liked to take her showers long and warm, and even though she’s been in here a good forty minutes, she’s still in a bathrobe. With a towel wrapped around her hair and a foot on the bathtub, she’s painting her toenails and humming that “Wrecking Ball” song that’s so popular right now.

I look at her in the mirror as I’m wiping off my makeup. She’s a bit younger than me, but I’m proud to say you probably couldn’t tell.

I notice her wide smile, and I ask: “Going out tonight?”

She nods and keeps on humming as she works on the other foot. I grab my toothbrush, pour some paste on it, and can’t resist adding:

“…With a special someone?” mocking her with a high pitch.

Her smile widens. “You could say so,” she says, then wiggles her toes, admiring her work.

I’m so curious to know more, it’s like a black hole in the back side of my brain, eating away at my thoughts until I can sate it, but she doesn’t tell me anything more. I spit out the toothpaste and ask:

“So, is it John? Henry?”

“Nope,” she says, “and nope.” Then she pushes me aside to use the hairdryer.

I wipe off a drop of toothpaste that fell onto my pink nightie, and leave her all the room she needs. I sit on the bathtub, right behind her, and over the hairdryer’s noise I ask:

“Paul? That cute guy from Starbucks?”


“Come on, tell me who it is!”


I’m thinking about it as hard as I can. I know she’ll tell me if I guess right, she just likes to play games. I tie my blond hair in a ponytail and try again:

“It’s the bus driver! Leo!”

“What? Ew. No, it’s not him!”

Her short red hair is all dry and I still haven’t got a clue. I follow her all the way to her room. She drops the bathrobe and starts rummaging through her closet.

“It’s not Justin, is it? Tell me it’s not Justin.”

“Fuck, no. I’m not that desperate.” She finds a couple of short dresses, one blue, low cut, with a golden belt around the waist, and the other white, with a nice open back. She holds them both out in front and asks me, “Which one?”

I point at the white dress, and she wears the blue one. She’s too busy straightening it out to notice my eyes rolling. When she’s satisfied with her cleavage, she grabs a pair of black sandals and puts them on, then sits at her makeup table and starts carefully highlighting her already pleasant features.

She’s about halfway through when I hear Miley Cyrus singing. It’s Anne’s phone going off. It’s Anne’s boyfriend calling her!

I race to the phone. Since I’m not holding a pencil to my eyeball and I’m not wearing heels, I beat her easily to it. She lunges forward to grab it off my hand but I dash away and take the call.

“Hel-lo there!” I sing into the phone.

“Hey sweetie, I’m here. You ready to go yet?”

I know that voice. I look at Anne and she’s biting her lips, one hand on her chin. I turn away from her and I say, to the phone: “…Mike?”

“Oh, fuck,” he says, “Christie?”

I close the call and throw away the phone. It bounces off the couch and crashes onto the floor, its cover splits and the battery flies off.

Anne screams something at me but I’m louder:

“You’re dating my EX?!”

“So what? You two are over, aren’t you?!” she says, then runs into her room and locks herself in.

“That’s not the point!” I say, trying in vain to open the door, “you know he’s an asshole!”

“He’s not! And it’s none of your business!”

We argue through the door — well, mostly, I scream at her silence — for a while, then the key turns and the door opens. Her makeup is done and she’s holding her purse. She storms off past me. I try to get in the way but she steps on my foot with the heel and I fall on the couch, whimpering.

“Goodnight, Christie,” she says, and slams the door behind her.

Suffice to say I didn’t expect this. Anne and I have been flatmates for a couple of years, friends for a decade, and I don’t know if I’m more hurt by her betrayal or my inability to see it coming.

I lay on the bed and try to get some sleep, but thoughts of my best friend enjoying a night out with my ex flood my mind and keep me awake. She didn’t wear panties, did she? He’s going to hurt her, just like he hurt me… Is he trying to get back at me? Is he trying to get back -with- me?

My mind is broken. I don’t know if I’m supposed to save Anne from Mike, or just hate Mike, or let them go because they deserve each other. What would I do if he came over to stay with her? Do I have to get a new home?

All the thoughts just keep on piling up and no matter how much I toss and turn, I realize there’s no way I’m going to get any sleep. I step out of bed, which by now is just a mess of tangled sheets, walk to the living room and sit on the couch.

It feels weird to sit on cold leather in just a nightie, so I grab a blanket and wrap myself with it, then I turn on the TV. One of those cute little romantic comedies is on. I think it could keep my mind off Anne and Mike long enough to fall asleep, but I couldn’t be any more mistaken.

I don’t know if the actors just look like them or what, but my eyes just keep switching their faces and I see Anne and Mike dating. Anne and Mike arguing. Anne and Mike having sex. And that’s where I draw the line. I haven’t had any since I broke up with Mike, two months ago, and all this thinking about them hooking up has, to my shame, kind of turned me on.

My hand wanders under my nightie and I’m so wet my panties are soaked. I think about heading back to my room for some alone time but then I realize Anne won’t be home for quite a while and a sick idea blooms in my head. Seconds later, my nightie and panties are on the floor and I’m sitting on the couch, naked.

I’ve never done it in the living room. I feel so free, so happy, it’s like I’m getting back at Anne for backstabbing me. I rub my legs together as I massage my breast and zap around the channels looking for something hot. I settle on some sort of sports reality show, there’s all kinds of hot guys sweating around the gym half naked. I set it on mute and part my legs slightly.

My hand starts working by itself, rubs my clitoris and it feels so good. I’m doing something forbidden. I’m doing something nasty. And I’m loving it. I want it to be more scandalous. I want to show the world I can break the rules, too. I get on my knees on the couch cushion and bend over its backrest.

The remote is big, black and rubbery. The battery slot stands out in a nicely rounded bulge. All throughout its length, there’s bumps and stuff for ergonomics. Just looking at it, my heart skips a beat. Should I? Could I? No, and no.

Which means I must.

I grab the remote and I spread my pussy with two fingers. I savor the moment, rubbing my labia with it, waving my hips against it and my breasts against the couch, until I can’t take it any more and I push it in.

It doesn’t go in smoothly, no matter how wet I am, but I want this. I want this so much, I just keep pushing. It gets to my g-spot, and I moan. It feels so good to just move it back and forth right there, moaning as loud as I want to, showing the world how much I don’t care.

But I want more. I want to be taken completely. And I push it further in, and it leaves me breathless, and I’m almost done, I’m about to come, the remote stretching me wide, when I hear voices outside the door.

I scamper over the couch. The remote falls out of me. The voices are very close. A man and a woman. I can’t tell what they’re saying. I force myself to run for cover and I notice too late that I just closed myself in Anne’s room.

My breath is heavy and my thighs are wet. I caught a glimpse of myself in Anne’s mirror and my face and neck are flushed red all the way to my chest. My nipples are so hard, and I’m getting goosebumps all over. I bite my nails and I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait.

Nobody’s coming. Maybe I could have gotten to my room by now. I peek out slightly and all is quiet. The voices are gone. I tip-toe all the way to my room, then, feeling brave, I reach the front door and look to the peephole. A couple is kissing on the porch. I’m startled, but it’s not them. It’s just my neighbors, calling an early night to get some action, it would seem.

I sigh in relief. My built-up orgasm is all gone, now, but my excitement hasn’t faded any. Also, that quick venture into Anne’s room just gave me another sick idea.

I’m not into that kind of stuff, but I know Anne has an extensive collection of toys. I’ve never seen it but, a few months ago, I wandered into the bathroom only to see her on her knees, legs spread wide, with a huge vibrating dildo half sticking out of her.

We never spoke of that incident again, unless you count that one time she got drunk and told me all about her fancy collection.

And where she hides it.

Still naked, I walk back to her room. I pull out the underwear drawer and the fake bottom underneath her thongs and bras and whatevers.

I confess, the sight is more on the funny side than the exciting one. There’s dildos of all shapes and sizes and materials. A few butt plugs. Some things I don’t even know what they are. I try and picture what they’re going to feel like inside me. My heart races and my belly warms up.

Anne masturbated with these. I think about her, on the bed, when I’m not home, riding one of these dildos until she screams. I think about me, stealing one of her toys and masturbating on her bed until I come.

I pick a small one. The others are sort of intimidating. It’s an egg, pink and rubbery, although much more slick than the tv remote, even with all the waves and bumps carved into it. There’s a tiny, flexible silver antenna sticking out of it, and a small, pink, plastic remote right next to it.

I hold it in my hand and twist the speed setting. It feels funny, and soon enough I get it on my nipple, at the lowest setting. I kneel on Anne’s bed and slowly increase the intensity up to about half way through.

That’s when I move it down to my clitoris. I push it against me and it feels so good I moan and grind my hips and I get my face down on the pillow. I’m already about to come and I can’t believe there’s still so much more to it. I can’t allow myself to orgasm just yet; I want to enjoy this first go as long as possible… Then I can always get more.

It’s hard to stop masturbating, but I do. I turn off the egg and I lie belly up on Anne’s bed. I bring my knees to my chest and, legs apart, I slowly push the egg into my pussy. It’s not as big as the remote but I’m quivering with anticipation about the vibrations. I’m so wet, it slides in with just the right amount of resistance.

It’s resting against my g-spot, and I finally turn it on. I increase the intensity. I’m loving it, I moan and I rub myself, my nipples and clitoris, as the vibrations melt my mind and I can’t stop vocalizing. I’m almost there. I’m about to come. It’s on the highest setting now and it’s driving me insane.

It moves a little further in, so I instinctively reach into myself to pull it back towards my g-spot.

I grab, I pull, it gives; I come screaming and writhing on Anne’s bed and I’m a mess of sweat and juices and I can’t stop smiling as wave after wave of delight rips through me, made more powerful by the vibrations.

My pussy contracts and I feel the egg and its vibrations moving further up my belly. It’s making me twitch in waves of pleasure, too much pleasure, so I turn the knob all the way to off.

And it keeps on vibrating at the highest setting.

And I realize that, pulling at the antenna, it came off.

I try and reach inside of me with my fingers, but the slightest touch is unbearable. The vibrations are even worse. My hips move of their own accord, trying to escape this torment. When I finally manage to endure my own touch long enough to enter myself, I come again.

I push and buckle and it’s so strong I can’t even scream. The pleasure mixed with fear grips my whole body and shakes me. I need to get back in control. I need to pull this damn thing out. I push my fingers further in, and I’m so sensitive it almost hurts, and I feel the egg on my fingertips, and I try to grab it.

And it slides further in.

I crunch up, trying to undo this horrible mistake. I roll to one side and hug my knees, but the added pressure makes the vibrations even worse so I quickly stretch. I see the vibrator’s remote and I desperately hit the off button, to no avail.

The antenna. The antenna is the problem. For a moment, I consider trying to stick it back onto the egg, but I realize it’s hopeless. Perhaps the remote might still work, up close? I touch my crotch with it, and hit the off button again. Nothing. It’s the closest I can get it… or is it?

I point the remote at my vagina and hesitate as it touches me. I’m breathing in moans and cries and tears are streaming down my cheeks. I feel a new orgasm building up, and I don’t know if I can take it. I hold my breath and push it in.

I’m so tight, and I’m so sensitive, I can feel every crease in the plastic. Every button and the battery slot. I grip it like it’s my last hope, and it is. I think it’s far enough — it’s certainly as far as I can get it –, but to push the off button, I must stick a finger in on top of it.

I don’t know if it’s just chance or if I’ve finally lost control over my body, but it just so happens that, to hit the off switch, my knuckle hits my g-spot, and I come again. It’s the strongest one yet, but I’m too terrified to enjoy it. I thrash and scream and curse as it ripples through me for what feels like an eternity, and when it finally wears off, my womb is still vibrating.

The remote won’t work. I throw it away and I crawl off the bed. I stagger all the way to my room and sit at my desk, the cold metal chair sending shivers through my sweaty skin. My laptop comes to life and I beg google to tell me what I can do to get this hellish thing out of me.

Everybody’s saying to go to the ER, but I don’t have a car, and the very thought of sitting on a taxi or public transportation, trapped in a haze of constant orgasm turns my stomach upside down. Not to mention this thing is loud. Its buzzing is constant, and very audible. I look down at myself and I see I’ve made a small puddle of my juices on the chair. I move to the edge of the seat and I can already feel a new orgasm building up.

I surf the web to an anonymous message board. I write a quick, concise post asking for help, and I start hitting the refresh button right away, but of course nobody replies yet.

Help. I need help. I need my closest female friend to help me out of this. I need Anne. I grab my phone and call hers, but it seems she switched it off. That’s when I remember smashing her phone, earlier, and I drop my forehead on the desk and can’t stop sobbing.

Here it comes again. I clench. I warm up. Begging a silent prayer to myself, maddened by this storm of sensation, I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs against each other. Hands over my belly, I bend forward. I can hold this. I must hold this.

I control my breathing and I try to calm down. Sparks wash over me, tingling all over my skin and breasts. It passes. I think I did it. I’m winded, and I’m spent, but I did it. I held it in. I laugh to myself, proud of my small measure of victory, even though it’s left me kind of jittery.

I refresh the message board and I’ve got a few replies.

One says, “Go to the ER.”

“Post pics!” says another.

Of the last two, one calls me a slut and the last asks me if I want to fuck.

I shut the laptop and throw myself on the bed. What can I do? I can’t go to the ER! I don’t even know if the constant orgasms will let me get dressed. Maybe, I think, maybe the battery will run out soon. Eventually. Won’t it?

The vibe continues, unrelenting. I check online with my phone to see how long this thing’s battery will last, and it could be anywhere from three to five hours, and I’m barely thirty minutes into it. I need Anne. I need her now. But if I can’t call her phone, how can I reach her?

Mike. She’s with Mike. I still have his number. Hovering over his contact information, I’m trying to work out the courage to call. Trying to work out what to say. I settle for a text message: I just can’t afford to speak.

“Mike, it’s Christie,” I write, in case he deleted my number, “I’m having an emergency and I need Anne at home. There’s nobody else I can call. Please, take her back home. I’m sorry.”

I hit send without proofreading. An eternity passes and the egg is pushing me to the edge again. It feels like the orgasm I controlled before is back with a grudge, and I try my hardest to hold it in. I relax my legs and try to breathe slowly, I focus on my breathing instead of the constant buzzing in my crotch, and I think I’m going well when suddenly, my phone rings.

It’s Mike.

I can’t answer, can I? But can I afford not to? I swallow and try to collect myself before taking the call. I can’t think straight long enough to plan what to say.

“What the fuck do you want?” It’s not Mike. It’s Anne. “Are you really so desperate to keep us apart,” she says, fast and bitter, “that you fake emergencies?”

“N-no,” I say in a whimper, “I really,” I say, and I pause. I’m tensing up. It’s happening again. “Really,” I continue, “need your help.”

She scoffs. “With what?!” she asks, and I hear her hand slapping something.

“I can’t-” I say, then I turn away from the phone hoping she won’t hear my moans. It takes a while before I can get back to her. “I can’t tell you!” I cry.

“Fine,” she says, “if you’re not trying to keep us apart, then you’ll be OK with Mike tagging along.”

“Oh god,” I say, mostly to myself, “no, please. Please, just come alone, I-” I’d like to say more but I’m so close to coming, it takes a full body effort to hold it in.

Anne’s calling me names, digging up old fights between us, and venting out all her frustration on me. But I can’t hear a word she says; my legs are shaking, my back is arching, and I’m cupping my mouth not to scream. I can’t afford to argue with her. She’ll bring Mike over. I’ll think about it later.

“OK,” I whisper in a moment of relative calm. “OK, OK, bring Mike!” I breathe in, “just, please, hurry!”

She hangs up. I don’t know if she’s coming.

But I am.

It’s stronger than even the last one. A full body orgasm. I convulse all over the bed and I grip the sheets as it heats up my crotch, then my belly, then my chest. I could swear I feel it in my hands and feet, and my vision goes blurry and I realize I’ve been screaming at the top of my lungs.

Some time later, I wake up to the door slamming. I must have passed out. I hear faint voices, male and female, but my head is too clouded to tell them apart. I try to stand and I’m suddenly aware, again, of the vibrations in my womb. My insides feel tender and within seconds, I’m again at my limit.

I peek out of my room and I see Anne and Mike standing next to the couch. She’s holding up my nightie and points at my panties on the floor.

Mike laughs. “So, what sort of emergency did she say it was?” he says.

“She didn’t,” Anne says, and shrugs. Then she throws my nightie on the ground and gestures towards the couch. “Sit down,” she says, “watch some TV. I’ll handle her.”

Mike nods and sits on the draped blanket. He grabs the remote, then looks at it, and wipes his hand on the couch. It’s still wet from my…

Anne walks to the bathroom door and knocks. “Christie?” she says, “you in there?”

“I’m in here!” I whisper, and Mike turns to face me. I instinctively shut the door and I hear footsteps closing in.

“She’s in here,” Mike says, “can I come in?” and I see the door handle turning.

I push myself against the door and yell: “No!” but he’s stronger than me and the door opens a little bit. I manage to turn my panting into words barely enough to tell him: “Please, just Anne!”

Author’s Note:

This was my first attempt at writing a longer, more detailed story. If you folks like this then let me know, and I’ll keep them coming :)

Most secretaries would be fired for wearing a low-cut blouse like hers. Most secretaries wouldn’t get away with a tight pencil-skirt and the almost-visible suspenders around her thighs either. Most secretaries, however, aren’t married to their bosses – and today is their anniversary.

There are flowers on Lana’s desk when she comes in, high heels clicking on the oak floor. That gets a smile from her, which isn’t always easy this early in the morning; it’s still dark outside.

She savours the scent as she sits behind her desk, stowing her handbag. When she looks up and opens her eyes, her husband is leaning out of his office.

“Like them?” he asks her, smiling.

“How did you get lillies in winter?”

“Trade secret.”

“Colour me impressed.” She gives him a coy smile as his eyes run down her body, savouring the effect she knows she’s having on him. “Can I help you with something?”

“Just enjoying the view.”

“You,” she lifts her head like a queen and turns to her computer screen, “have lots of work to do. Don’t get too distracted.”

He gives a heavy sigh, and almost walks back in. She coughs, getting his attention, and he swings right back out.


She pretends to give him a serious look, pulling down her spectacles and pouting. “Are you going to be able to concentrate, honey?”

“Lana,” he groans, “I actually do have work to do, you aren’t making this easy.”

“Poor soul,” she winks, and runs a manicured hand down her neck whilst holding his gaze. Her fingers curl at the inside of her blouse, pulling it open ever so slightly and showing the faintest hint of cleavage. “Try not to think about me too much?”

“Too late,” he huffs, and returns to his office.

She bites her lip as he closes the door, letting out an excited shiver.

She has plans for him today – plans that require him being wound up to the nines. The first part of her plan is working perfectly. With a satisfied smile, she flicks open the diaries and planners and starts work for the day.

Anniversary or not, they still have a large company to run.

An hour later, an alarm on her phone goes off. Flicking it off, she turns away on her swivel-chair and sets the phone to the camera. If it’s been an hour, she reasons, then he’s had plenty of time to forget all about her little display and calm down.

Time to change that.

She crosses her legs at the ankle, unbuttons her blouse a little to show the lace red brassiere beneath, and hikes her skirt up just enough to show the suspender belt holding her thigh-highs in place. With her arms, she pushes her cleavage together and looks up at the camera, biting her lip and giving it the fiery look that she knows he loves.


Fixing herself – though she’s arranged for no client visits today as a precaution – she checks the picture. Vain she is not, but if she ignores the little flaws she’ll always find then she’s got a lot to be confident about.

Her soft, pale skin goes well with the dark office-wear, and whilst she’s no glamour model she has enough under her blouse to turn an eye. Auburn hair the colour of autumn would usually spill over her shoulders in large curls, but it’s tied up for work.

Besides, she thinks, if it’s not tied up then she can’t unfurl it later for dramatic effect when she tears his trousers open and mounts him on the desk.

Smiling, she adds the caption:

Don’t work too hard handsome

She sends it to him, and sits the phone down, waiting.

A few seconds later, she hears a discontented sigh and laughs to herself. Her phone buzzes to a short, grumpy text with no kisses:

Don’t make me come through there.

Not if I come to you first, she thinks, and suppresses another grin as she returns to her work. She can practically hear his boxers straining from here, and relishes the thought.

Crossing her legs again, she squeezes her thighs together, quivering at the tingling warmth between them.

Another hour passes, and another alarm goes off on her phone.

She gets up, adjusting herself and making sure that everything is just visible enough to catch his attention. Her high heels clop across the floor, and she eases the door open and closes it behind herself.

Her husband looks up from his work, a little red faced and flustered, and raises his eyebrows. She gives him a knowing grin, and locks the door.

Pressing her back against the door with her palms flat on her thighs, she gives him a wide eyed look and feigns innocence.

“Tom, honey,” she croons, “are you having a good day?”

“Oh, it’s been ok so far,” he winks.

She bites her lip and brings one hand up to her blouse, easing it open at the top and leaning forward just a little. “Enjoying your anniversary?”

He pushes his chair out from his curved, modern-looking desk and leans back, taking in the view. Tom nods, his dark eyes running over the curve of her hips.

“Well,” she continues, glancing at the bulge in his suit-trousers. “I know we’ve got those rules about office romances and everything, but -”

“Shut up and get over here.”

She curls her lips upward at the edges, fighting a smile.

“Make me.”

“I will,” he says, and almost gets out of his chair.

She stops him with a finger and starts walking forward. “You stay right there.”


“It’s a special day,” she says as she stands above him, hands laced behind her back. “And we’ve got as long as we want.”

“Benefits of being your own boss,” he smiles, that firm and reassuring smile that she’s come to love.

She leans forward and whispers in his ear, giving him a glance down her blouse. “I’ve got plans for you, mister. So sit back and stop fighting it.”

With one delicate finger on his tie, she pushes him back into the chair. His hands run around her stocking-clad thigh, running up towards the cusp of her ass. With a playful smile, she bats his hands away and leans in as though to kiss him.

He comes forward, and she puts a soft hand on his stubbled jaw and opens her mouth, drawing back as he moves in for the kiss. She lets his searching tongue find the tip of hers and no more, closing her mouth with a smile.

“I hate you sometimes,” he whispers.

She leans in again. “Will you still hate me when this all pays off?”

“Probably not,” he admits.

Shivering with anticipation, she runs one hand down his shirt, feeling the hard ridges of his tensed muscles beneath.

“You’re awful tense,” she says, running a hand down to his belt and unbuckling it with a snap. “We’re going to have to do something about that.”

Slinking to her knees, she eases his belt off and undoes the button and zip on his trousers. He lets out a sigh and leans back, one hand gripping her shoulder. Through his dark boxers she can see the small, wet spot at the tip of his bulge where he’s leaking pre-cum.

Lana leans forward and kisses the tip through his boxers. He shudders, his cock twitching behind the fabric. Leaning back, she savours the moment and peels his boxers away, letting his throbbing cock free. With a contented sigh, he opens his eyes and looks down at her.

Those dark eyes stare into hers as she runs a tongue around her lips, moistening them, and wraps a delicate hand around the base of his cock.

“Have I got you wound up, yet?” she asks. He nods, barely able to talk. “Have I got you right on the edge?”

He grunts a response, one hand gripping the back of her head.

“Good,” she whispers.

Without any warning, she surges forward and wraps her wet lips around his helmet, swirling her tongue and plunging her mouth down on him.

He groans and tenses, lifting his hips from the chair and forcing his cock further down her throat. With one hand she works his shaft, running her fingers up and down, tightening and rippling them. Her lips, meanwhile, suck him in and keep him there, running over the bottom of his helmet faster, and faster.

She feels him tense, his breath held, and stops for a moment. Lifting her, mouth from him, she revels in watching him twitch.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers. “Don’t stop.”

“It’d be a shame if I did,” she says, and kisses his still-trembling cock. “That would just be horrible.”

“Lana, please,” he groans, his hands grabbing at her shoulders and head, trying to pull her in towards him.

“Oh,” she whispers, letting go of him and standing up, “I could do much worse than stop.”

She puts her knees on either side of him, straddling him in his office chair. It takes their weight as she leans him back in it, his wet cock sitting against his stomach.

He looks at her with burning, lust-filled eyes and grabs her ass in both hands, trying to pull her pussy in closer to him. Scooting a little closer, she lets the silk of her red panties brush against him, and he shivers again.

“Wow,” she whispers, “I must have you really worked up.”

He nods, and tries to pull her down by the neck, his jaw slack. Reaching down, she pulls her panties aside, batting his hands away as he tries to undo her blouse. She feels his hard cock brushing against her moistness, and trembles as she grabs him in one hand and guides him towards her pussy.

His cock sits at her opening, and her thighs keep him from thrusting up into her like he wants to.

“Ah-ah,” she says, pressing her forehead against his. “This is my treat, handsome. Don’t move.”

She hears his heavy breathing in her ear as she lowers herself onto his erection, suppressing a gasp as she feels him stretching her and filling her. He tenses and grasps at her as she pushes further down, till the cheeks of her ass brush against his legs and he’s entirely inside her.

“Oh god,” she whispers, and bucks her hips against him, feeling the tingling surge of pleasure running through her bones like a shock. She tries to stay still, feeling his cock twitch inside her.

Working her thighs, she lifts herself off of him, until her pussy lips are tightening around the tip of his helmet. Then she bears down again, driving his cock all the way inside of her. He throws his head back, groaning, pushing her down further with his hands on her hips, driving his cock up into her.

“Stop, stop,” she says, and lifts herself off of him. “This wasn’t the plan.”

“What?” he breathes, staring into her eyes.

She gets off of him, her legs trembling. “You’ve got another hour to wait, stud,” she grins and takes a step back.

“No way,” he says, and stands up, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her in close. “Absolutely no way.”

“Ah-ah,” she says, turning a cheek as he tries to kiss her. “I’m in charge today.”

He pulls her skirt up, running his hands down over her ass and pulling her in against his hard cock.

“What if I say otherwise?”

“Then,” she pulls back and looks him in the eye, “I’ll fight you all the way. Meaning you’re probably,” she leans in and whispers in his ear, “going to have to tie me up to make sure I can’t stop you from fucking me hard, aren’t you? Is that what you’ve been thinking about doing all day?”

Without a word, he rips off his tie and grabs her wrists. She finally kisses him without holding back, their tongues swirling in one another’s mouth, biting each other’s lips with unquenched passion. His strong hands pin her wrists together behind her back, and with his tie he binds them tight together.

He doesn’t need to say anything as their lips part. Guiding her towards the desk, he grabs her bound hands and holds her steady as he lowers her onto the desk. Bent over and helpless, her perfect, round ass is bared to him. Running a hand over it, he squeezes the soft skin and teases his fingers around the lips of her dripping wet pussy.

“Winding me up like that,” he says, running a single finger down over her trembling clit. “That was very, very bad of you.”


With his open palm, he slaps her bared ass. The clapping sound echoes around the office, and she tenses and squeals.

“I think you need to be punished,” he says, and spanks her again. Her legs are shaking, still in high heels. Tom grabs her bound hands and pulls on them, arching her back. With his other hand, he guides his cock into her aching pussy.

She opens her mouth, moaning in silence as he pushes into her wetness. His cock fills her from within, and with his hand free he runs it around her hips to her clit, brushing his fingers over it with a gentleness unexpected from a man like Tom.

“Oh god,” she murmurs, pushing back against him as his abdomen meets her ass. “Oh god, I’ve been so bad. Fuck me like a bad girl.”

He obliges. Keeping her arms pulled back and her back arched, Tom plunges into her again and again. His pelvis slams against her, and she rocks her hips in tandem with his. Every thrust burns dots into her vision, her mind reeling.

Over and over again, Tom plows into her from behind, his fingers dancing over her clit. With her legs trembling, Tom pushes her forward onto the desk and slaps her ass hard with his free hand.

The mixture of pleasure and pain is too much for her, and Lana feels her pussy tightening with the surges of her orgasm. Her legs begin to buckle, and Tom grabs her hips and holds her steady.

She’s helpless in his strong arms, being fucked hard over his desk.

“Oh god Tom,” she murmurs, “oh god. I’m going to – you’re going to make me -”

She climaxes with a long, loud moan, and he only fucks her faster. Her moan turns to a scream, his cock pounding her faster and harder, faster and harder, until -

Trembling, she feels him slip out of her pussy. A second later, with a grunt and his hand grasping her hips, she feels his warm cum spurting over her back and her ass.

He collapses forward on top of her, and sleepily undoes her bindings. Breathless and light headed, they finally get to their feet and she sits on the edge the desk. Leaning into one another, they hold each other in the afterglow.

She laughs after a while, still trying to breathe.

“Happy anniversary,” she smiles, and he kisses her with a sudden tenderness.

“Here’s to another five years,” he says as they passionately lock lips.

“So was that, y’know,” she bites her lip, “ok for you?”

“Oh it was passable,” he laughs.

“Good, because I don’t think our anniversary day is actually over yet.”


“Oh yeah, there’s more where that came from.”

“Good,” he says. “I can deal with that.”

She stops as though remembering something important.

“What is it?” he asks, seeing the urgency in her eyes.

Lana checks her watch. “You’ve got lunch with someone in an hour, I can’t remember who.”

“Oh yeah,” he says. “That’s the spokesperson for Carson Group.”

“What’s Carson Group?”

“They’re an international conglomerate. Rumour is they’re thinking of making an offer.”

“What, to buy us?”


There they stand, discussing business with their clothes half off and their faces still red.

“Why would an international conglomerate want to buy a little technology start-up like ours?”

“We’ve grown darling,” says Tom. “You’ve seen the figures. We’ve got millions of users.”

“What’s their offer?”

“Well they haven’t made one, yet.”

“Would you sell?”

“If the price is right. It would be nice to retire at thirty and just travel the world, wouldn’t it?”

Her eyes light up. “Yeah,” she kisses him. “It would. I mean, I’d miss getting to be your secretary, but…”

“No, no,” he says. “You could stop being my secretary, but I think I like the uniform.”

“I can keep the uniform?” she bites her lip again.

“Oh I suppose.”

She kisses his stubbled cheek. “Selling the company. That’s a lot to think about.”

“I know. I’m a little nervous to be honest. I should really prepare.”

“Ok,” she says, and slides off the desk. Standing, she’s at least a foot smaller than him, even in heels. She leans up and kisses him. “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.”

“I know,” he says. “And it’s still our anniversary, so don’t get too comfortable.”

“Oh?” She pulls her skirt down and fixes her blouse as he does his trousers up. “Do you have plans or something?”

“Maybe. Now let me get ready for this.”

“Yes sir,” she winks, and leaves him one last kiss and a lasting image of her hips rocking as she walks out of his office.

Not an hour later, Lana hears the door open across the office, and Tom comes rushing out with a briefcase in one hand and a phone in the other. He’s red-faced and out of breath, and storms past her with barely a glance.

“Tom -” she begins, looking up from her computer.

He holds up his hand: not now.

Lana raises an offended eyebrow and looks down at her half-open blouse, checking that her breasts are in fact still there.

Still on the phone, Tom stares into space as he listens. Lana strains her hears but can’t make out a word. After a pause, he sighs.

“Ok,” he says. “I understand.”

Tom hangs up the phone and stands there, staring at Lana with his shoulders sagging.

“Who was that?”

“The guy from Carson group. Meeting’s been postponed for two hours.”

“Well that’s nothing to stress about -”

“So that he can meet with our competitor.”


“Yeah, oh.” Tom folds his arms and looks down at the floor.

“Do you think they might buy them instead?”

“From a business standpoint? It makes more sense. Our competitor has a smaller user-base than us, but they’re more appealing to advertisers: they filter opinions and profanity and such.”

“But that’s censorship.”

“I don’t think Carson Group really care. They’re more interested in how much they can make off their new purchase. We’re bigger, and we get a lot of support from free-speech groups, but that comes at a price.”

He walks forward and sits on the edge of her desk, letting out a frustrated breath. In response, she gets up and joins him, shuffling her curved hips beside him and leaning into his strong frame.

“You’ll nail it.”

“What if I don’t? Ah, I shouldn’t have told you I was going to sell the business, now it might all fall through -”

“Hey,” she stops him with a finger to his lips, and they look into each other’s eyes. “I am quite happy where I am. It would be nice to have all that money and freedom, but the important stuff,” she pats him on the chest,” is right here.”

Smiling, he leans in and kisses her. Her soft lips part for him, and she snakes a hand around his neck and lets a long, contented sigh into his mouth.

“You,” he says as they part, “are the best. I should really prepare for the meeting, I need to work out a strategy to convince Carson Group to buy us instead of those idiots in the south-side.”

“Well, for one: their CEO doesn’t look as good as you in a three-piece, and doesn’t have a stupidly hot secretary.”

“Very true,” he says, and stands up.

She takes his hand and gives him a warm, reassuring look. “You’ll be fine, handsome.”

“I know. Y’know, Lana, you could probably take the rest of the day off.”

“While you work hard in here? Sit bored and alone at home while you go and do interesting stuff? No thanks.”

“If you insist.” he leans in and kisses her again, then starts to walk away.

“And Tom?”

He turns back. “Hm?”

“You’re all tense. Take a big breath like I taught you. Clear that head-space.”

“I’m a businessman, not a hippie.”

“It’s not being a hippie, it works. Trust me, you can’t go in all tense and jittery.”

“Ok,” he says, and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opens them again, his eyes seem a little brighter. “Ok, I’m good. I’ll see you in an hour or two. I need to prepare for this now that I know we have competition.”

“Have fun,” she winks.

He turns and walks back into his office, and her eyes trace down his suit to the bulge forming in the leg of his trousers. She can’t let him go to an important meeting all tense and – well – hard.

Thirty minutes later, Lana chaps his door and leans her head in, giving him that coy smile that he loves. He looks up, still flustered and looking lost.

“How are you getting on?” she asks him.

“Ok. Harder than I thought.”

“I’ll bet,” she smiles to herself. “Listen, I hate to be a pain but my computer’s playing up.”

“Lana, you’re already the resident IT expert in here.”

“Yeah but it’s doing that thing that you fixed last time and I can’t remember what you did.”

He sighs, looking at his notes and his computer screen, and then takes a breath and stands up, coming to join her. She checks and sees that her low cut blouse is still doing its work; the outline of his cock is visible through the soft material of his trousers.

“Ok, show me,” he follows her through.

She closes the door behind him as soon as he’s through, and stands with him at the desk.

He looks at her computer. “What’s wrong? It looks ok?”

When he turns around with a questioning look, she grabs the back of his neck and pulls him into a long kiss, her other hand running down over his belt.

“Lana,” he mumbles, “I really have to work -”

“You work way too hard,” she whispers, grinning, “and I think you need to unwind; the solution will come to you. Now just let me…”

Through his trousers, her manicured nails tighten around his growing bulge. She feels it twitch in her hand, begging to be stroked and sucked. Tom opens his mouth to protest and she kisses him again.

As her deft fingers undo his belt and zip, she feels his resistance begin to melt away. With a tug, she pulls the waistband of his boxers down and his cock twitches free, firm in her hand.

His breath comes short as her small hand, with her soft skin, wraps around the tip of his cock and squeezes, rippling her fingers over him.

He whispers something in ecstasy and she leans in to hear him better, softly biting his ear.

“What was that?” she whispers.

“I said,” he runs a hand behind her ear and pulls her in, “I fucking love you.”

She starts to stroke faster, grinning into his kiss. “I love you too. That’s why,” she can feel him tensing up and pushing against her quickening strokes, “I do things like this for you.”

Dropping to her knees, Lana pushes Tom back against the desk and takes his throbbing cock in her mouth. He groans and spasms as she works her lips over his helmet, down his shaft, sucking and swirling her tongue.

His hands link behind her head, keeping her there, and with her other hand she begins to stroke his shaft, faster and faster.

“Oh god,” he whispers, and pulls her deeper onto his cock. She takes him deep into her throat, letting her tongue caress the underside of his erection.

Feeling him shiver, she kisses his manhood and stands up. His legs are trembling a little, begging her to finish.

“Please,” he whispers as she comes in for a kiss, “I’m about to cum.”

“Oh, I know,” she says, and kisses him passionately. Her soft hand continues to work his cock, just enough to keep him on edge. “But we can’t have you messing up your nice suit before a meeting. So,” she tears her blouse open, showing him the laced red bra and her soft, perky breasts, “how about you just cum all over these?”

He barely manages a nod, and as she strokes him closer and closer to the edge, he brings his hands up and massages her chest. She groans into his mouth as electric shivers run through her. His strong hands squeeze and pinch her breasts just softly enough, and she arches her back and strokes faster still. He pulls her bra down, her breasts held up by the folded cups, pushing them together.

“I’m going to -” he gasps.

“Good,” she grins, and drops to her knees.

Tilting her head back, she strokes faster and harder, until with a low moan and a twitch, he releases torrents of thick white cum over her. It runs down her cleavage and she smiles up at him, rubbing it in with her hands, using it as lubricant to fondle her own chest.

Breathless, he lets her stand up and lean across the desk, tearing a few tissues out of a box and cleaning her chest up. Tucking herself away and doing her blouse back up, she leans in and kisses him.

“Feeling better?”

“Could say that,” he mutters.

She laughs as he cleans himself up. Pulling her in close, he holds her in an embrace. She takes in the smell of his aftershave, relishing the memories and the warmth of his chest.

“I think you needed that,” she whispers, pressed against him. “There was an awful lot.”

“I’m definitely feeling clearer headed,” he says.

“See? And you said it was all hippie shit.”

“I was talking about your meditation thing. If we’re doing stuff like this instead I could get on board.”

She gives his chest a playful slap and kisses his neck. “Maybe that could be arranged. I mean it is our anniversary, I still owe you your big present.”

“I’ve still got one to get?”

“I’d say you’ve got a few left to cash in, yeah.”

His hand comes up to the back of her head, holding her close against him, running his fingers through her tussled hair. She mews at the tingling feeling, smiling.

“Like what?” he asks. “Do I get a clue as to my present?”


“Oh go on.”

“Ok,” she says. With one hand she takes his wrist and places his hand on her hip like a ballroom dancer.

“Dancing?” he asks, laughing.

“Lower,” she whispers, running his hand down over her skirt, over her perky ass cheek, to where it meets her thigh. His hand finds its way under her skirt, to her lace-clad ass. Biting her lip, she grinds down on it, letting his fingers slide into the curve where he isn’t usually allowed.

“Oh,” he says. “Really?”

“If you’re good,” she grins.

“What if I’m bad?”

“If you’re bad, then I don’t make you dinner; we go straight to the incredible sex.”

“You are a great cook.”

“I know.”

“I’ll try to be good, then.”

“That’s my man,” she kisses him again, and pats his chest. “Now, you’ve got work to do.”

“I do,” he says. “You know, I feel a lot better about it suddenly.”

“Just don’t start pretending to be stressed to get blowjobs.”

“It’s not like we deprive each other of sex, Lana.”

“True,” she says. “And we are awfully good at it. Now go and work.”

“Speaking of work, what are you doing? We’ve no clients today, there’s nothing really to do.”

“I’m making our list up.”

“Our list?”

“The to-do list. The one we agreed we’d start working through if you did sell the company.”

“What if I don’t?”

“At least half of it is related to sex, so I’d say we’ve got it covered.”

“Have I told you you’re the best?”

“About three times, honey.”

“Make it four.”

He gives her another kiss, and then heads for the office, leaving her smiling at her desk. Pulling a notebook over, she pops the cap off a pen and begins writing the rest of the list, biting her lip in anticipation.

The sun sets, leaving Lana in the warm glow of a dozen candles and a soft yellow mood light. Her secretarial uniform – as much as she loves the attention it gets from Tom – is gone for now, leaving her in silk shorts and a shirt that’s far too large for her.

Scents and sensations warm her entire body as she curls in the corner of a couch. The shirt is covered in Tom’s aftershave, the silk shorts whisper on her thighs every time she shuffles, and she’s naked under the shirt. Knowing that Tom will be home soon, flustered and stressed after a trying day, has made her overly aware of her body.

She can feel the fabric rub against her hardening nipples, the heat in her face, the shivers that run through her body when she thinks of him. Trying to keep her hands off herself until he gets home, Lana turns her attention to the list that she has made.

The To-Do list, a bucket-list of sorts for her and Tom. On it are some of her life’s biggest dreams, and some of his too. Interspersed between the travelling and the achievements are some of her fantasies, things that she wants Tom to do to her; things that she wants to do to him.

Reading down the list, her breathing gets heavier. She’s arranged it alphabetically, and in the first five is one that she intends to tick off tonight.


Her hand creeps inside her shirt without her noticing, rubbing the tingling tip of her breast. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, Lana lets her head fall back and gets comfortable. Just thinking about taking Tom inside of her, deep and hard, has set a fire between her thighs.

Running a hand down her stomach, her fingers curl between her legs, rubbing the silk against her moistening pussy. A soft moan barely escapes her lips, her back arching as her other hand tightens on her breast. Her fingers find that magical spot through her short and she stretches her legs, letting out a long, pained breath as she starts to rub, faster, harder -

“Not disturbing you, I hope.”

She stops, her hand hovering between her thighs. Looking up over the couch, she sees Tom in his three-piece, head tilted back and giving her a look of passionate hunger.

“Honey,” he says, raising an eyebrow and taking in the sight, “I am very much home.”

She laughs at his cheesy line and curls a finger, beckoning him over. Undoing his tie as he walks, he tosses it on the table beside her single glass of red wine and sits down beside her.

She steals a kiss, delicately biting his lip, and gets the important stuff out of the way before her feelings overtake her. One hand on his leg and the other on his chest, she pulls away long enough to ask:

“How did it go at the meeting?”

“We’re selling,” he grins. “We’re rich, Lana.”

She shivers and plants another kiss on him, softer this time.

“How much?”

“Let me handle the details. I’m not sure what it’ll be after tax and fees and such, but we should have more than enough to do everything on our list.”


“Oh yeah. You know what? Let’s never work again. Just throwing that idea out there.”

“Well,” she whispers, running her hand up his thigh, “if we’re going to do that list, we should probably get started.”

“Absolutely,” he laughs. “What’s first?”

“Well, I arranged it alphabetically.”

“Classic Lana.”

“Mhm,” she grins, and rubs her hand over the solid bulge in his trousers. “Which means that tonight, you’re going to fuck me…” she takes his hand and gets to her knees, kneeling forward into him, “…here.” She plants his hand on her supple ass cheek and he squeezes it, growling with anticipation.

“We probably shouldn’t delay,” he says, his voice far lower as she starts to undo his waistcoat and shirt. His hands work her ass cheeks, pulling her close to him, his touch soft over the silk.

“One thing,” she says, kissing him. “Be gentle.”

“Not often you say that.”

“Not often you fuck me in the ass, handsome, now stop stalling.”

She lunges forward, pulling his shirt open to reveal his chest; the body of a sprinter or a swimmer, athletic and firm. Her fingers dance over patches of chest hair, tracing it down between his abdominal muscles to his belt.

Ripping the belt out, she pushes him back onto the couch and straddles him, letting the silk of her shorts rub between them as she grinds on his twitching cock. A deep moan nearly escapes his lips, but she kisses him before it can. Their tongues swirl around each other’s, and his hands explore her familiar body.

Her soft, small breasts tingle with the heat of his touch, his strong hands rubbing them under her shirt. With one move – whilst she grinds back and forth on him – he rips open the oversized shirt and lets her lithe body catch the low candelight.

Her head falls backwards in ecstasy, bearing her chest to his mouth. His lips and tongue find her nipples, and she grinds her pussy against his erection harder, faster, feeling the building tension in her core; that longing to be filled, to take him inside her.

“I’m so turned on,” she gasps, and kisses him again.

His hands move from her chest to her curved hips, where they slide down to her silk-clad rear, squeezing and pulling her onto his hard cock. She fumbles at his trousers, almost ripping them open in her eagerness.

A second later, she holds his throbbing cock in her hand, stroking up and down, feeling him buck his hips against her.

“You’re incredible,” he groans, and she feels his stubble against the soft skin of her neck as he kisses from her ear down to her collarbone.

One of his hands traces round the front of her thighs as she squirms with pleasure. Pulling her silk shorts aside, she feels his fingers push apart her dripping wet pussy lips, pushing inside her -

“No,” she gasps, and grabs his wrist. He almost argues, but he sees her intention in the breathless passion painted across her face. “Tonight, it’s all about this…”

With his wrist in her hand, she scoots forward and pushes his hand past her pussy, where her other hole waits, tight and quivering with the twitching of her pussy.

“Well,” he says, bringing his hand out of her shorts and round to her rear to cup her cheeks, “if you absolutely insist, madam.”

“Oh I insist,” she says.

“Well, lubrication won’t be a problem,” he says as he pulls her silky shorts down around her milky pale thighs. Her flawless ass gives under his strong grip, and he pulls her cheeks apart as he stares into her eyes. “You’re stupidly wet.”

Holding her gaze, she feels his hand work down past her ass, between her legs, to her dripping wet lips. He teases his fingers up and down her, lingering over her tingling clit and drawing a gasp from her.

Each time he runs a finger between those lips, she twitches and moans. A part of her wants to just grab him and stuff his cock inside her, to fuck him senseless until they’re both a total mess; but she knows that the payoff is going to be worth it, and so she resists.

When his finger is soaked from her juices, he rubs it in circles around her delicate ass hole. She puckers and tenses up as he gently pushes his finger in.

Lana feels him working his finger in, her mind spinning at the thought of her own juices easing him into her one forbidden place.

“Gentle enough?” he asks, and kisses her.

Her breathing has gotten heavy, her head is light, and with her free hand she’s stroking his cock.

“Mhm,” she whispers. “I’m really turned on, do you think you could -”


“I want your mouth on me.”


He lifts her up, sliding his finger out of her ass, and lays her down on the couch. The shirt spills open, and he admires the curves of her body as he kisses her way down between her thighs.

Pulling her silk shorts completely off, he grins and sinks to his knees, kissing everywhere but where she wants him to. She groans and struggles, trying to move her clit closer to his delicate kisses. Her thigh, her navel, everywhere except there. He’s deliberately teasing her.

“Tom,” she groans, “please.”

“Since you asked nicely,” he says.

It hits her like a truck. He simultaneously runs the flat of his tongue over her clit, sucking it between his lips and massaging it with his mouth, and slides two heavily-lubricated fingers in her ass.

She nearly screams with the sudden burst of pleasure; her back arches and she twitches and writhes as his tongue works over her burning clit, sending shockwaves through her body.

His fingers are a deep rightness in her, sliding in and out, massaging parts of her she barely knows. Together, the sensation is too much to bare. Lana clutches at his head and keeps him there, her thighs clamping around him.

He starts to go faster.

“Oh holy fuck,” she whispers, “I’m going to cum so hard, don’t stop -”

Her words falter and she stops breathing as the pleasure reaches its peak. His fingers are stretching her apart as he devours her pussy, she can feel her heart pounding in her ears. Her own hands pinch and knead her breasts, and then -

With a long, loud moan she finds her release.

Shivers and waves of pleasure pound through her body like a pulse, as though lightning had hit her. It takes almost a minute for it to pass, filling every inch of her body with a blinding flash of heaven.

When she starts to get her breath back, she opens her eyes to see Tom holding his cock in one hand, guiding the thick, pulsing rod towards her tight ass hole.

“That was amazing,” she says, craving the sensation of him inside her. “Good lord.”

“Was?” asks Tom, running his cock over her trembling pussy. She quivers and squirms away, the sensations too strong at the moment. “We’re far from done.”

“I want you to fuck me hard.”

He runs his cock over her pussy again and she twitches. “What happened to gentle?”

She looks down, past her breasts, to his glistening cock, precum oozing from the tip.

“Fuck gentle,” she says, and wraps her legs around him, pulling him close.

Her ass hole is soaked with a mixture of her own juices, saliva, and precum. Tom works his cock over her tight hole, giving her a few experimental pushes to get used to it. She shakes with the pain, still high from her orgasm. Working it in, Tom stretches her open with his manhood. First the tip, then back out. The tip again, and back out.

After a few testers, Tom starts to slowly push his way into her.

She moans and pulls him in with her legs, then leans forward and places a hand on his stomach, stopping him.

“Ok, ok,” she gasps. “Gentle to start, then hard.”

He says nothing – he knows. Tom gives her a minute to catch her breath, rubbing his fingers over pussy, his thumb working over her opening.

The waves of pleasure in her pussy as he pushes two fingers inside let her forget the pain, and Tom pushes further inside her ass. She feels it as a good pain, like when he spanks her.

Then he’s in – all the way in, and she can feel him deep inside her whilst his fingers work her pussy. She feels so full, and as if seeing the hunger in her eyes he leans forward and puts two fingers on her lips. She sucks them in, wanting him in every hole at once, wanting to do everything to him.

His first thrust gets a pained gasp from her, and then the pleasure flows back in. He’s still going slowly, stretching her open with every push. Again, harder this time, slamming a wave of pleasure from the depths of her body through her spine.

Harder. Harder still, till the juices from her trembling pussy are lubricating it more and more. Two fingers in her pussy, rubbing upwards against her spot, and his hard cock pounding her in that tight, forbidden hole; her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she’s lost in the moment.

Lana isn’t sure when she lets go, but before she knows what’s going on she’s screaming for him to fuck her ass, to fuck her harder. Looking up at him, she sees his taut swimmer’s body rippling with the force of his thrusts.

Again and again he plunges into her, her pussy aching with pleasure, the release building up again behind her chest.

“I’m going to -” she gasps, and reaches for his hands. He holds her wrists, pinning her down as he slams into her ass again and again. Her pussy is trembling, aching for him, and this strange new pleasure is about to explode inside of her. “Oh god – harder, baby, harder.”

The rocking of her hips and his relentless pounding fade into one constant, amazing movement, their bodies becoming one. She breaks one hand free from his hold and finds her pussy; her fingers are a blur, rubbing her clit until the tension builds, builds, and then -

He sees the look on her face, and stops holding back. As the first scream leaves her mouth, he leans down and kisses her. Moaning and breathing into one another’s mouth, she climaxes with the sensation of him emptying himself into her ass.

A hot, warm feeling fills her, and he buries himself in her with one last, powerful thrust. Her fingers slow, and then stop, as the flood of pleasure ebbs away and leaves her lying in a cloud.

The morning of my birthday I wasn’t planning anything special. Nica and I were watching our money, so I knew I wasn’t going to get any big presents or go out for a special dinner. That was fine, I was more than happy to spend the day relaxing with my beautiful wife and enjoy a day off of work. The night before as I fell asleep, I had no idea what Nica had in store for me.

As my brain slowly gained conciseness from a good night’s sleep, I could smell the coffee brewing and feelings of a growing sexual awakening started to overcome my body. It wasn’t unusual for me to wake up with a raging hard on, dreaming of a sexual encounter with Nica, but this morning it was more real. As I opened my eyes and cleared the fog from my brain, I realized that the feelings were real. Nica had woke up earlier and after starting the coffee, she had returned to wake me up by sucking on my cock.

Waking up with my wife’s hot mouth engulfing my hard cock was a feeling like no other! I could feel her moist lips as she slid them up and down the length of my hard smooth shaft. Her expert tongue teasingly circling the engorged head of my throbbing member. Her hand firmly grasping the base, her mouth sucking my length deeply into its warm embrace. Gently sucking up and down, using her tongue to massage the stretched skin, her fingers gripping the base firmly, and her fingertips touching my balls.

With a deep stroke of her mouth, I gasped and let out a soft moan. Nica realized that I was awake, so she sucked hard and raised her eyes to make contact with mine. Keeping eye contact, she slowly sucked her way slowly back towards the swollen head of my aching cock. She stopped at the sensitive rim and worked her tongue around the spots she knew drove me crazy, never breaking eye contact. She continued working me towards the verge of explosion, but stopped just as I was about to cum.

Nica sat up and kissed me hard on the mouth, her hand keeping my erection at the breaking point. We kissed deeply as she continued to slowly stroke my cock. I reached out to fondle her, but she backed away and told me that for now I was not allowed to touch. With that, my beautiful wife jumped off the bed and headed towards the kitchen to get us some fresh coffee.

I was in shock, my cock was still throbbing from the sensual wake up action, my head spinning as I watched my wife walk out of the room naked. Nica is a beautiful brunette, nice and ample breasts crowned with perfect dark pink nipples. Her long legs are topped off with a firm ass that demands attention when she walks. Just seeing her naked almost sent me over the edge.

Soon she returned with our coffee. She walked slowly with purpose as she entered the room. The sight of her exposed breasts gently bouncing with each step. Her nipples were as hard as my cock and stood almost an inch from her puckered areola. My eyes wandered down across her abdomen to her neatly trimmed pussy. With each step, I could see that her pussy was already swollen with excitement. The outer lips of her labia rubbed against each other as she took each step, perfectly framed by the thin strip of brunette pubic hair that seemed to lead your eyes to her swollen clit that was peeking out from its hood.

With a smile, she leaned over to hand me my cup of coffee, her ample breasts hung down and begged to be caressed. Once again she stopped me from touching with a stern voice “no touching until later”. Nica lay on the bed next to me and as we sipped our coffee, she kept her hand touching me, on the thigh, across my stomach, and stroking my cock. She was on a mission to keep me hard, but not let me cum. Nica began to explain her plan, she had decided that we would spend my birthday in our birthday suits and she was going to see how long she could keep me hard without letting me cum. She promised that it would be worth it when I finally came. I couldn’t agree more, the longer I stay erect, the harder I cum.

When we had finished our coffee, Nica took the cups and returned with our laptop computer. I was in awe at the sight of my naked wife. We do spend time naked together, but not often enough for me. I spend most of the summer naked when I’m in the house and I sleep naked every night, but Nica doesn’t stay naked very often. She does go through times that she likes to sleep naked and just relax together naked, but it’s been a while since she has been in the mood for that. Nica settled in next to me and opened the computer to our favorite porn site. She entered “Squirt” in the search box and picked out a video for us to watch. While we watched the action on the screen, Nica kept one hand on my cock and the other hand between her own legs. When the video was over, she closed the computer and told me that I could do the next search, but not until after breakfast.

Once again I was treated to the view of my naked wife walking from the room, showing me every inch of her beautiful birthday suit. Nica returned with a box and some napkins and sat next to me on the bed. She opened the box and handed me a glazed donut. As I began to eat my breakfast treat, Nica pulled another donut from the box and as I watched she tore little bits from the center and erotically licked them from her fingers. What she did next almost drove me to cum! She took her donut and twisted it over the head of my dick. Once it was just below the head, she began to nibble her way around the outside rim of her donut. She used her hand on the base of my cock to guide her treat to her mouth. Slowly she nibbled her way around, licking the frosting that fell off onto my stomach. My cock was throbbing hard as I watched her nibble closer and closer to my rock hard erection. With barely a ring of donut left encircling my member, Nica started just licking her breakfast treat until at last my cock throbbed so hard that it broke the remaining donut piece. Nica didn’t miss anything. She nibbled and licked the crumbs from my stomach and licked the frosting from the tip to the base, leaving me wet and shining from her saliva.

I couldn’t take anymore, but once again my loving wife stopped me and made me promise not to cum just yet, after all, the day had just begun. With a smile, Nica sat up and faced me, sitting on the bed cross legged, naked in all of her glory. She reached back into the box and this time retrieved a ripe strawberry. She erotically sucked the strawberry into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it before removing it and feeding it to me. With a coy smile she pulled out a second strawberry and this time she touched it to her clit before slowly easing it farther down between her swollen pussy lips. She stopped at the opening of her vagina and gave the lucky berry a twist before she fed it to me. I couldn’t believe how it tasted, so sweet, the natural juice of the fruit mixed with the sweet taste of her own natural juices.

The next strawberry underwent the same treatment of being coated with her pussy fluid, but this time she brought it to her own mouth! With a low moan of pleasure she told me that I made it look so tasty she had to try one herself. My eyes were wide with excitement as I watched her enjoy the coated fruit. We spent the next half hour enjoying our breakfast treats. She bit the end off of one of the strawberries and squeezed the juice onto the head of my dick and licked it clean. She spread the juice from another onto her nipples and let me lick them clean for her. With one lucky strawberry she used it at length to masturbate her clit and as a mini dildo pushing it in and out of her wet vagina before she put it in her mouth and kissed me as we shared its sweet sexual flavored coating.

With breakfast over, she opened the computer again and prompted me to enter a search. I typed “orgasm” into the search box and hit enter. We browsed the thumbnails and decided on a compilation video. We watched as the women on the screen masturbated themselves to shaking climaxes. Nica kept her hand on my cock, just enough to make sure I stayed hard. When the video ended Nica chose another orgasm compilation for us to watch. With one hand on my throbbing cock she kept her other hand busy between her legs. At the end of that video, Nica leaned over and kissed me deeply as she rolled on top of me. We kissed as she teased my cock with her pussy lips and clit. She kept the rhythm slow enough for her pleasure but not enough to make me cum. She was getting more and more turned on and was having trouble keeping me from going past the point of no return, so she rolled off and lay next to me. I was watching her breathing deeply. Her chest heaving her breasts up and down, her nipples straining against the tight skin, her areola puckered, framing her erect nipples. Her stomach almost quivering with each breath, and I could see the light glistening off the moisture on her pubic hair strip. Her pussy lips were swollen and turning a dark red as the blood was filling them.

Nica surprised me again when she told me to get my video camera as she pulled some of her favorite toys from the nightstand drawer. “I know you like to watch, so video this so we can both watch later” she purred in my ear as she lay back facing me. I could hardly hold the camera steady as my naked wife began stroking her wet pussy with her favorite g-spot toy. The only sounds I could hear were the vibrating toy and Nica’s moans as she slid the toy between the lips of her pussy. Slowly she slid the toy in and out, bringing it up to vibrate her clit before returning it to the inner folds of her velvet lined vagina. Her back arched with pleasure as she pushed the toy against the magic spot inside of her.

Before long she was pinching her nipple with her free hand as her other hand guided the toy to the most pleasurable spots of her love hole. I could see her getting so wet that some juice was dripping past the toy and dribbling down across her anus. As the juice crossed the tight opening of her anus, I watched as it puckered and relaxed in rhythm to the strokes of her toy. I made sure to video everything, the look of passion on her face, the sight of her pussy lips gripping the toy inside of her, the puckering of her ass as the warm juices caressed the opening.

I focused on her pussy as I witnessed her speeding up, her muscles were tensing as she got more and more aroused. The vibrations muffled as her pussy gripped the toy tighter, her hand guided the love toy in and out, up and down, finding the best pleasure possible. I started to encourage her orgasm, talking dirty as she ramped up the vibrations and rhythm. I was telling her to cum for me, cum for the camera, that’s right show me how you look when you cum. I watched and videoed my sexy horny wife toying herself to a huge orgasm. Her toes curled, her back arched, she threw her head from side to side as she fucked herself into a frenzy. Faster and faster she masturbated until she tensed every muscle in her body as her orgasm drew near. With a scream she squirted a thin stream as her body convulsed in orgasm, squirt after squirt, she shook from head to toe and I got it all on video!

I was so turned on, all I wanted to do was make love to her, and I wanted my dick inside of her and feel her pussy contractions. I was so turned on that I just had to cum. Still shaking, she stopped me once again and insisted that I wait, this was all part of her plan for the day. She asked me to upload the video to the computer so we could watch it later, while she rested for a few minutes. Once I got the video on the computer, she asked me not to watch it until later when we would watch it together.

With her composure regained, she strutted off to the bathroom to start a warm bath. I got up to join her, as I normally sit by the tub while she bathes. This time she told me to get in the tub, she was going to wash me, I gladly complied. Laying in the tub, Nica began to lather up a washcloth. She lovingly started at my feet and washed her way up my legs. She had me sit up as she scrubbed my back. I laid back and she lovingly scrubbed every inch of my body, paying special attention to my still hard cock. She lathered up her hands and stroked me until she felt me about to cum and once again stopped.

She drained the water and started the shower as she stepped in over me. There I was, laying in the tub watching my sexy wife standing over me, totally naked giving me a private shower show. I watched as she caressed soap across her breasts, pinching her nipples to hard points. She lathered up and caressed her abdomen and stroked the suds down her long legs as she bent over me, her breasts hanging just over my eyes. She turned facing away from me as she bent forward to wash her ass. For my viewing pleasure she massaged her ass cheeks and spread them, giving me a view of her pucker anus and pussy from behind. She reached between her ass cheeks and with a soapy finger teased her puckered opening. My eyes were glued to her finger as it slid into the tight opening of her anus. She stood back up and turned to face me as she put on foot on the side of the tub next to my head. I was treated to the show of her washing every inch of her pussy, she caressed the outer lips and washed every fold with me watching from below. She rinsed off, letting the soapy water cascade over me on its way to the drain. I got so turned on as I watched her take the hand held shower and guide the jets of water across her nipples, down her stomach, and between her legs. She spread her pussy lips and let the jets of water caress her inner folds. Rinsed clean she stepped from the shower and towel dried before she guided me from the tub and dried me off.

The next few hours were just spent watching TV, both of us still naked, her keeping me hard and on the verge of cumming. I was surprised and somewhat disappointed when she said that we should get dressed and get something to eat, “after all, we will need our strength for tonight” she insisted. Reluctantly I got up and slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Nica sat on the bed and watched as I got dressed and when I was finished she told me to sit down as she got dressed. She opened the closet and pulled out a medium length dress, I expected her to pull out a lacy bra and thong as usual when she wears a dress, but to my surprise and amazement, she just pulled the dress over her head and told me she was ready to go.

We got in the car and headed to a local restaurant. Barely out of the driveway, Nica reached over and guided my hand under her dress between her legs, I slid a finger inside of her wet pussy and she grabbed my hand forcing me to just hold it still as we drove. I kept my finger lodged inside of her hot pussy until we arrived in the parking lot. As we walked in I noticed that her nipples were so hard that they were clearly visible though the material of her dress. I’m sure that my raging hard on was just as visible through the material of my jeans.

During dinner she kept her hand on my thigh and brushed it against my cock from time to time, just to make sure I was still hard. I slid my hand between her legs several times while we sat and she didn’t let on that anything was going on, but I could tell by her hard nipples that she was as turned on as I was. We finished up dinner and headed back to the house. The return drive was even better than the drive to the restaurant. We were barely out of the parking lot when Nica leaned over and unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. She spent the drive slowly sucking and licking my cock as I concentrated on keeping the truck on the road. Each time I looked down to see her sucking me, I caught a glimpse of her bare tits showing from the opening of her top.

Back at the house, as soon as we crossed the door, her dress came off and she strutted naked back towards the bedroom. I stripped as I followed my beautiful sexy wife. By the time I got to the bedroom Nica was laying on the bed with her hand between her legs rubbing her clit. I started to climb on top of her so we could make love and I could get the release I so needed, but once again Nica insisted that I wait. She wanted me to watch her get off again. This time she wanted me to help, she pulled my head towards her spread legs. I wasted no time, I licked and sucked her clit just the way she likes. I had her squirming in minutes as I worked my tongue into all of her most sensitive areas. I slid my finger inside of her and found her swollen g-spot. I gently bit down on her erect clit as my finger massaged the tender spot inside of her velvety pussy bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

As I felt her orgasm building, I changed my rhythm. After all, she had teased me all day, I was going to tease her now. She moaned in disappointment but still pleasure as I licked and sucked her inner lips, teasing her vagina with the tip of my tongue. I licked every inch of her pubic area, around the edges, and down to the sensitive skin between her pussy and anus. I pushed her legs high over her head and licked and sucked her ass cheeks. I pushed her ass cheeks far apart as I licked my way down the crack of her ass and teased her anus with the tip of my tongue. She was writhing with pleasure as I kept licking, sucking, and touching different parts of her hot body.

I held her legs bent back over her body with one hand while I used my other hand to touch and tease her pussy and ass. Sliding my finger in and out of her dripping wet pussy, tracing my wet finger up her slit until I was caressing her clit. Back down across her wet lips, I slid my finger back into the hot folds of her gripping pussy before I traced it down to the opening of her ass. My finger wet with her juice I gently pressed my fingertip against her tight opening. I could feel her relax the muscles and push back against my finger as it penetrated the puckered hole. She clenched as my finger slid past the first knuckle. I just held it still and went back to licking her clit. The moment my tongue touched the sensitive tip of her clit, her ass relaxed and sucked my finger deep in its grip. I used my other hand to play with her pussy. With two fingers in her pussy, I pressed and massaged her engorged g-spot. My tongue circling her throbbing clit, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard. She bucked wildly as I fingered her ass, massaged her g-spot and sucked her clit. I knew she couldn’t hold out much longer, so I really worked her g-spot hard and lapped across her aching clit.

Her pussy and ass clamped down on my fingers as I felt a hot stream splash against my chin and into my open mouth. Hot, sweet, and salty she squirted and bucked under me. She dug her nails into my head as she violently shook her way through the squirting orgasm that gripped her entire body. Once again I started to climb onto her, I was denied again. I couldn’t believe it, she always wanted me inside of her and to feel me cum inside of her after I lick her to an orgasm.

To my surprise she reached for the computer. She asked me to play the video from earlier. As the video played, she viewed it transfixed on the images of her that were similar to the orgasm videos we watched earlier. She kept her hand on my cock, still keeping me hard. With the video over we just spent the next few hours naked with each other. Nica caressed my chest and kissed me, I have never felt so loved and so wanted. Nica knows what I like and she knows how much I like to spend time naked together. We talked about sexual desires, fantasies, and kept each other turned on. Talking about our fantasies kept me hard and when Nica noticed a drip of pre-cum appear on the tip of my cock, she leaned down and licked it clean. I was ready to explode, I couldn’t take any more, but Nica wasn’t done with me yet.

Nica had me pull up the erotic stories I write and she had me read them to her. I love to write about our sensual and sexual encounters and fantasies. Nica enjoys reading them, and it seems that she enjoys hearing me read them to her too. After reading several of my stories of us, Nica grabbed me by the hand and led me to the living room. She put some music on and stood in front of me, both of us still naked. I knew exactly what she wanted, she wanted me to dance with her. We had taken dance lessons and didn’t get much of a chance to use our lessons. How sexy, how romantic, how erotic, dancing naked with each other.

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