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When I woke up that fateful morning I had no idea I would have the best sex of my young life later that night. Don’t get me wrong, I have enjoyed an amazing sex life with myself, my girlfriend/mentor Angela and a small but rewarding number of men. I have pleasured myself with a wide variety of sex toys that I own ranging from the average vibrator, suction cup dildos, inflatable dildos, pussy pumps, anal plug’s and anything else you can find on the internet that I can afford on my students salary.



I had experienced a mind blowing threesome with Angela and her man and most recently I had brought a very nice man home and completely dominated him in every way that I wanted.



As great as all of that had been, it was just a foretaste of things to come.



When I walked in to our local pub to meet my girlfriends for our normal Friday night drinks I didn’t see anyone out of the ordinary. I found my friends and sat down for our normal small talk and gossip. After a few drinks I excused myself for the restroom. On the way back to the table I stopped at the bar to talk to our bartender and order another round for myself and the girls.



As I waited for the drinks he came up behind me. He placed his hands on my lower back with force. He began to whisper into my ear as he pushed his body into mine from behind. At the time I figured it was an old male friend or one of the girls just fucking with me. But when he spoke I knew that it was him. The young, plain, very kind man I had taken home and dominated just recently.



“I hope you had fun using me last time, I know I did. But tonight it’s my turn, and I am going to make you cum until the sun rises.” As he spoke my pussy began to get hot and wet from what he was saying and from my memory of the things we had done last.



It was an amazing night for me, the first time I ever controlled a man completely. The first time I did everything I wanted to do and made him know that I was using him for my pleasure as much as he was getting pleasure from me. It was liberating to say the least.



His words shocked me because the very reason I picked him out of the crowd that night was because I thought he was a complete and true gentleman. Opening doors for women he did not know, having thoughtful conversations and buying drinks without hesitation. He was raised with respect and manners and I knew from this that he could follow my directions very well. So to hear him (and feel him) commanding sex from me like I was his, like I belonged to him was not what I expected in the least.



Regardless of what I expected it certainly excited me! I turned to face him and as I did he pulled me in even closer to his body. I could feel his strength controlling my skinny frame and I could feel his hardening cock pressing into my stomach. A thousand words raced through my mind and not a single one of them was “let me go” or “get off of me.” I was most definitely ready for this night, or at least I thought I was.



“My place again?” I asked and with that he led me out the front door towards his car. As we walked out I caught a brief glimpse of my girlfriend’s faces with their mouths half open as they processed what was happening. I laughed to myself as I thought about the texts and stories they would all be sending and expecting.



He drove me to my house without asking for any directions. The whole time we were in a silence that was almost unbearable but oddly made me that much more intoxicated by the thoughts of things to come. My pussy tingled and grew wetter and wetter as I sat there replaying scenes of amazing sex in my mind. Sex that I had had before or things I had seen from others.



I thought about the drunk girl video who does anal and loves it (do a search for it) or one of my other favorites with the muscular amateur and his tight girlfriend. I love good amateur stuff because I always think to myself “I should be doing that!”



I love the porno of Jenna Haze and belladonna because both are built like me, skinny with not much in the curves department but love to have all kinds of great sex.



I also like Flower Tucci because of her squirting videos. She is a lot like me with her squirting, she has her best “squirt while fucking” sex from anal because the pussy isn’t so full that it can’t release.



When I am in a really “nasty/kinky” mood I can’t get enough of Extreme Kream, especially her videos with brutal dildos or machines. Of course it is graphic and not “pretty” by any means but a woman who can control her body, holes and muscles that well has to be appreciated in my book plus her squirting is amazing!



These are the kind of things I had going through my mind as we sat in silence at the red lights, stop signs and what not. I was getting more and more wet by the second and when we finally pulled into my drive I was careful to get up out of my seat because I was sure that my sun dress was soaked.



As we walked into my house he shut the door behind us and then picked me up and carried me to my bed. He tossed me down and in one fast motion he pulled my summer dress completely off of me to reveal my small bare tits and my black thong. I sat up to pull his pants down and get my mouth onto his dick but as I tried he pulled me up onto my feet and looked me right into my eyes.



“I am going to do things you have never had done to you. You are going to do everything I tell you to and you will do it until I tell you to stop.” He had a very stern tone in his voice. He was not asking me, he was telling me!



With that he turned me around and pressed me against the wall. He pinned his arm above my shoulder and with the other arm he pulled the straps off my dress letting it fall to the floor. Because I am so small in the chest department and never wear underwear I went from fully dressed to completely naked in one swift motion. I could feel his hot body pressing into me and I could feel my dripping wet pussy throbbing for release.



He grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side so that he could suck my neck.



I don’t mind the hair pulling but this was just a little bit more forceful than I was used to so my body fought a little. He felt the resistance and instead of letting up on me he pressed me into the wall, not too hard but not soft either. It seemed that he was letting me know that he was the strong one tonight, I could not stop him and I would have no choice but to do what he made me.



A sudden panic came over me; I had never been dominated like this. Rough sex was always something I liked watching but I had never been in the fire feeling my body being controlled before. I began to panic a little bit and right when my mind started to race I felt the soft, warm stroke of his hand across my butt cheeks. Then lower onto the back of my leg. My heightened sense from the way he was handling me made me feel every stroke of him, every movement sent a tingle to my spine and straight to my brain.



Just as I relaxed his hand landed hard on my ass. Then again, and again. He spanked each cheek a few times and I felt the blood rushing to my ass with each sting he delivered. It didn’t last very long but I was gasping against the wall when he was done. My mind was racing, my body tensing. Then I felt his fingers running up my inner thigh. I felt his finger brush against my clean shaven, soaking wet pussy and I shuddered at the feeling it left behind.



He picked me up and carried me on his shoulder to my bedroom and threw me down onto my bed. As he began to take his clothes off he told me what to do to him.



“Get over here and suck my cock.” He said plain, deep and stern. And I listened.



I crawled on all fours over to the edge of my bed, opened up my mouth and began to swallow his dick all the way down to the back of my throat. I used all my best skills on him just like the last time and his cock grew steel hard in my mouth. Right when I thought he was about to cum deep down in my throat he grab my hair and began to slowly fuck my mouth like it was my pussy. The last time I had his dick in my mouth I faked like I was gagging on him to give that extra visual and auditory stimulation to him and his ego. This time however he actually made me gag as he increased in speed and literally fucked my mouth hard with a hand full of my hair. I could feel his balls smacking into my chin and I started to have a hard time breathing. But I wanted his cum in my mouth so bad I kept going. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and I forced him out of me as I gasped for air.



While I was catching my breath he walked over to my dresser drawer where I keep all of my toys and he grabbed a bunch of things and tossed them onto the bed by me. With each toy he threw at me I grew in excitement of the possibilities of what he could or would do to me with them.



I sat up onto my knees and started to finger myself while he went through my draw of goodies. He watched me slide a finger, then two and then three into myself while he stroked his cock.



“Get on all fours” he commanded me, and I did as I was told as fast as possible. I could feel him climb onto the bed behind me and I braced myself for whatever was coming next. I felt cool, water like feeling on my back and then his hand began to rub me all over. All over my tight ass and my lower back. All over my pussy and asshole. He slid a finger in each hole but quickly pulled out so that I couldn’t get full satisfaction from him. When he was done I was covered in lube and ready to be used for the rest of the night!



As I reached the limit of how much I could hold back he started going to work on me. He pushed me down onto my stomach and started to finger the shit out of my pussy. While fingering me he used his other hand to spread my tiny ass apart and lick all around, in and out of my little rosebud asshole. Shivers ran up and down my spine as he did his work and my pussy reached the edge.



“I’m cumming” I said…..and right before I could he pulled away from me completely. The sudden shock of him not touching me was crazy and I immediately reached for my clit to finish the job but he grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me.



“Don’t you fucking cum yet. I didn’t tell you to cum for me!” But cumming was all I wanted to do. I could not believe he was making me resisting the one thing I wanted so bad!



“Grab your ass and spread yourself open for me.” He commanded, I could feel his warmth closing in on me and I did as I was told. His engorged cockhead touched the opening of my spread asshole and I shivered at the thought of him inside of me.



“Is this what you want from me?” He asked



“Yes” I whispered. And he pulled back away from me.



“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you and I beg me for it.” My pussy was literally dripping wet wanting to cum and my asshole was throbbing from wanting him in me. The fact that he wasn’t touching me was driving me crazy and all I could think was…



“Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock in my asshole. Please make me cum all over this bed. Make me squirt all over you and myself and grab my hair and don’t stop doing it until I can’t be fucked anymore!”



With that he placed his dick back at my tiny opening and started pressing his way into me. It was so amazing, the tight feeling of him opening me up. My ass resisted at first but opened to let him in finally popping him in past the first opening. Once he was in me I sat back onto him to get him all the way in. This wasn’t my first rodeo and I love getting my ass fucked so I started rocking back and forth on his dick. After about a minute I had him all the way into me. Deep inside where I could feel him in my stomach. I love that feeling, for me that’s where my ass cum’s the best. Unfortunately for me his smart self knew that and right as I was hitting my sweet spot with his dick he pulled out of my ass just like he did my pussy!



It was torture, my pussy dripping wet and pulsating, my asshole throbbing and empty. I wanted to finish the job so bad, I wanted him in me at full speed but he was not. He would not give me what I wanted and it drove me to the edge and past where I had ever gone before as I strained to hold back my orgasm.



As I stayed put on all fours waiting for him my anticipation grew. Then I heard him open the lube bottle and I gasped a little at the thought of what was coming, even though I had no idea what that would be. First I felt something touch my ass. It was cool but not cold. It started going in and I did my best to accept it in. but it got harder and hard as he pushed.



“Fuck” I let out as I tried to take it inside me. He responded by backing out all the way to either tease me or let me relax a little bit. Both plans worked as I got that feeling again of needing to be filled and my ass relaxed and took more and more in on the second try. By this time I had figured out that he was putting my largest anal plug in me. It is Pyrex (plastic glass) and its 5 ½ inches long and a little more than 3 and a half inches across at the widest point! It is just about 10 inches in circumference I think!! If you have no idea what I am talking about, do a internet search for it and you will see  It is a great stretch and pretty hard to fit in even for someone who enjoys it but you don’t have to take it all the way in have a good time with it. For me it is a challenge that I love to take on and this night was no exception.



Now that I knew what I was in for I reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy a little bit as he slowly moved in and out with my toy. It took a few minutes but finally I relaxed enough that the entire width popped past my outer ring and slid into me so nice, so full. The sudden fullness made my pussy get tight as hell just from the invasion and I was about to cum all over when he grabbed my hand and literally flipped me over onto my back!



“I still have not told you to cum. You think I didn’t see you playing with yourself? You will cum when I tell you to and if you cum before we will start this all over again do you understand me?” He asked with a hard voice.



“Yes, I understand. I’m sorry.” I responded. I was really starting to get into the submissive role and it was really turning me on being told what to do so forcefully. Just the thought of what he would make me do to him or the things he was going to do to me made me unbelievably horny.



“Lay back and close your eyes.” He told me and I immediately wished I had a blindfold! But I did as I was told. I’ll put the blindfold on my “things to buy list!”



I felt something touch me around my pussy and then I heard the sound of air rushing. Right away I knew he was using a pussy pump on me while my ass was so very full with my plug. I had obviously used both toys before but I had never used them together. The feeling of my ass being as full as it has ever been combined with the pull and blood rush of my pussy being pumped made me feel so tight I don’t think anything else could possible fit inside of me. It was amazing!



“Now come suck my dick some more.” He told me as he laid down on his back.



I got up carefully so as to not pull the pump off of my pussy. As I got down into the dick sucking position my ass went up into the air and the plug and pump shifted ever so slightly into a new, even more intense position. I had to stop everything to gather myself so that I didn’t cum right then and there.



After I got control of myself I went to work on his dick. Sucking, stroking, and jacking him off. I could tell he was close right before he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of his dick.



“Lick my balls.” He commanded as he raised his hips and pushed my face down. I again, did as I was told. I licked all around his balls, his taint, even his asshole. As I passed by his tight butt he grabbed my hair and forced my face into him, making me eat his ass. Normally this is not my favorite thing to do unless I am eating a girl and we have just showered but he smelled like soap and was completely clean of all hair so it was really quite a turn on for me. So I kept going, burying my tongue into his asshole as far as I could.



Suddenly he rolled off the bed, stood up and grabbed me by my face as he started to cum all over me. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as wave after wave of hot cum hit me and rolled down my young, slutty face.



“Oh my god.” He screamed out as I lapped up as much as he gave me.



He stepped back as I cleaned my face up and he caught his breath. Then he came to me again.



“Turn around on all fours.” I did so, as he took the pussy pump and released the pressure. The rush of blood leaving the area was so intense I started to cum.



“Oh my God please let me cum, it’s so good baby, please let me cum?” I pleaded as I tried to hold back.



I waited for an answer but got nothing. I flexed and squeezed all my muscle waiting for permission and when I didn’t hear him reply I closed my eyes and did everything I could to not release. Just then I felt his entire dick drive all the way into my pussy pushing me completely overboard and making me cum. I was so tight from my pussy being swollen from the pump and my ass being full with the giant glass plug that I could feel every single vein in his cock as it slammed in and out of me. Each thrust was another wave of orgasm hitting me harder and harder like a tidal wave getting ready to crash.



He pulled out fast and grabbed my hips. He swung me around so that I was on the edge of the bed and he flipped me all in one strong motion. He was literally manhandling me, not giving me any option as to what to do, and it was awesome!



I pretended to fight a little as he pushed my shoulders off the bed and down towards the floor but he over powered me and before I knew it I was lying on a pillow upside down looking at my own pussy.



He plunged his dick back inside my swollen lady parts and the orgasm picked right up where it had left off. After about a minute of stroking in and out of me and making sure I saw his dick going in me he pulled out.



“You came on my face last time, now it’s your turn. You can cum now and I want you to push that squirt harder than you ever have before.”



With that I started feverishly rubbing my clit as he slid two fingers inside of me and massaged my G-spot like it was a punching bag. The rough touch was just what I needed and I started to push as that “have to go” feeling came to me.



“Oh my god! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!” I screamed as my juice sprayed all over my face, my tits, my stomach, my hair and the floor beneath me. I loved it, and when I opened my eyes and saw my swollen pussy pumping and pushing and opening I was in shock and in love with what he was doing to me.



I was pushing so hard I could feel the 3.5″ inch wide almost 10 inch around butt plug trying to pop out of my ass. I was a little worried about that both because of the obvious and because he had not told me to take it out. So I finally began to calm myself down and bring my orgasm back to earth. It had been about 5 minutes since I started cumming and I was literally light headed.



“Go take a shower and remove your toy. Then come back to me ready for more.” He told me almost reading my mind about how sticky and cum covered I was.



I got into the shower and turned it on hot but my legs were so weak I had to sit down on my shower stool. Sitting down on a butt plug that large is an interesting feeling to say the least and it shocked the hell out of me.



After I got my legs back and carefully, slowly removed my plug I washed myself from head to toe, got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a large towel. I walked back into my room to find him standing naked by my bed spread which was laid out on the floor with a strange device lying on top of it.



“Take off the towel and go stand in front of the spreader bar.” He commanded. I had seen spreader bars in those kinky bondage porn clips before but I had never used one or actually seen one in real life before. It was kind of tough looking. All black, a metal bar with chains and leather cuff straps on the end and in the middle.

Disclaimer: This story could be in several different categories, but I chose the category it’s in due to the ending. Also, everyone in this story is over 18 years of age.







John glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly 6 in the evening, and Gina, his beautiful bride, was expected home shortly. He placed a bookmark in his novel and rose to check on dinner. He could hear the pasta happily bubbling away on the stove. Moving towards the oven, he flicked on the oven light and bent down to look at the pork roast that was slowly cooking its way to perfection. John and his wife had one rule for their marriage: The one who does the cooking gets to control the events of the evening for the same amount of time as it takes that person to make the meal. After that time was up, they tended to let the evening flow as it would. This rule was usually used solely for choosing movies, wines, or desserts due to the fact that both John and Gina worked standard 9-5 jobs. Thus, dinner ended up being fast food or a frozen TV dinner. Obviously since neither of these options take much time to prepare, the person who made the decision first on what to eat had between 10 seconds and 1 minute to be “in control” during the evening.



However, tonight was going to be different. John had recently received a promotion at his office. Not only did this promotion bring better pay, but it also gave him the liberty to work at home 1 or 2 days a week. While Gina knew about the promotion and the raise, John had kept her ignorant of the other perk. Tonight was going to be different because today he had worked from home. This had given him ample time to prepare a meal, and the meal he had chosen for the evening had taken nearly 4 hours to prepare. Yes, tonight would be different because tonight he was in control.



The sound of a key being slotted into a lock came from the front doorway. The lock clicked open, and he could hear the squeak of the door as Gina walked in, her purse jingling and her coat swishing past the doorframe. He stepped out of the kitchen and watched her wrestle with her coat. She was stunning. Shoulder-length brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. At 5′ 5″ she was the perfect fit for John’s lanky frame. Her lithe, compact body seemed to meld perfectly into his. Curvy in all the right places, she had a small, tight ass that he absolutely adored as well as small, but perfect breasts. John, was an inch shy of 6′ and well built for his height. He wasn’t muscular in the sense of a bodybuilder, but he had a strong, hard body. His own brown hair was a shade lighter than Gina’s, but his eyes were nearly the same sparkling blue. Their friends often remarked that John and Gina looked as if they could have been related, brother and sister or at least cousins. That always gave John a laugh, as he thought about all the things that he wouldn’t have been able to do if Gina really was his sister. He sighed as she walked towards him; the sway of her hips was a constant enticement to him. He wrapped his arms around her as she lifted her lips to his. The kiss was brief but full of promise.



She stepped back and peeked around him into the kitchen. “You made dinner?” She asked with a glance in his direction, walking into the kitchen and noticing the roast in the oven. As she bent over to scrutinize his culinary creations, John turned toward her and was immediately met by the sight of her glorious ass hanging in the air, as if it was on a podium. “You made a roast?!?” She asked in befuddlement and confusion. Her eyes narrowed as she poked a finger into his chest and furthered her inquiry, “Where did you find the time to do this…and how long did it take?”



“It took me 4 hours to make, and as to where I found the time, maybe I’ll let you in on that secret if you’re a good girl tonight.” As the words left his mouth, he stepped towards her and cupped her ass cheeks with his hands, pulling her close to him. Lowering his mouth to hers, he gave her a kiss. Her warm lips met his in what can only be described as pure delight. She hungrily and passionately returned the kiss. His hands, meanwhile, were enthusiastically massaging her ass cheeks. He let the kiss last for several minutes before breaking it off. “But first,” he said with a grin, “Let’s eat real food. You’ll need all the energy that you can get for tonight.”



As the meal came to a close Gina leaned over the table and whispered in a seductive way, “So what’s the plan for tonight? I assume you do have a plan, right? You didn’t just spend 4 hours making a delicious meal for the food, did you?” The implied question hung in the air between the two lovers. What was he going to use his hours of control for?



John finished chewing the food that was in his mouth. He wiped his mouth with his napkin, without breaking eye contact. “You’re just going to have to wait and see.” He grinned like a school boy with a secret, and rose from his chair to clear the dishes off the table.



“You’re not even going to tell me? Your own wife? Not even one little bit of a hint?” She asked in dismay.



He turned back to her and smiled, “It will be ‘fun’, I’ll promise you that.”



With the table cleared and the dishes in the sink, John walked back to Gina and helped her up out of her chair. He playfully kissed her before bringing his lips to her neck. He moved behind her and continued to cover the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders with his tongue and lips. She moaned softly and thrust her hips back towards his. He backed off and grabbed her hand with his. He lead her into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, as he found her lips with his again and kissed her with passion and vigor. Moving his hands under her shirt, he began kneading her breasts. She raised her arms over her head as her tongue fought with his for dominance in her mouth. They broke the kiss momentarily as he stripped her shirt off her. Their lips locked again while he reached behind her to unsnap her bra. She sent a hand down to his crotch and began massaging his dick through his jeans. The clasp on her bra snapped open and she dropped her bra to the ground. He placed his left hand on her ass and squeezed as his right hand found Gina’s now exposed breasts. He broke the kiss again moving his mouth in a line of kisses down her neck and onto her chest. She took the opportunity to get her hands under his shirt and to lift it over his head. He backed her up against the wall, capturing her right nipple with his lips. As he began sucking, softly at first but with growing ardor, her hands roamed around his back, leaving small scratches everywhere. She lowered her mouth to his shoulder and moaned loudly as he continued to suckle from her breasts. His hands unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She wiggled her hips and her jeans slipped down. She stepped out of first one, then the other pant leg and kicked her jeans towards the door. He removed his mouth from her breast and kissed her on the lips again. Then, he stepped back and yanked her panties down her legs. She kicked them free as he dropped his jeans and briefs to the floor. John grabbed her hands and stepped over the lip of the tub, pulling her with him. As the warm water hit his naked body, Gina came into his arms again and immediately began to grind her hips into his now hard manhood.



“Alright, the first order of business tonight is for you to start sucking.” John whispered in her ear. He punctuated his words by pressing his palms down on her shoulders. He turned his back to the water to block the stream from getting in her face. She dropped to her knees and eagerly took his burgeoning 7-inch dick into her hungry mouth. After one long suck, John turned his head up towards the ceiling and groaned happily. She let his dick slide out of her mouth and then swirled her tongue around the head. He lowered his eyes and watched as she licked his dick up and down the shaft. She returned her attention to the head as she glanced towards him. She made eye contact with him as she sucked him into her mouth again. .He groaned in pleasure as she swirled her tongue around his shaft while sucking. She moved his dick in and out of her mouth. John’s breathing increased and his groaned became more frequent. He started moving his hips with the rhythm that she’d created with her sucking. She pulled his manhood out of her hot mouth, a line of saliva connecting her lips to his dick’s tip. She looked up at him and asked in an innocent but seductive tone, “Do you like your dick in my mouth? Do you want me to make you spill your seed all down my warm throat?” She began sucking him harder and faster as he desperately tried to respond. She moved her left hand to his ass and inserted her, now quite wet, middle finger into his asshole. Gina began to slide her finger in and out of his ass, while she sucked his dick even harder.



John finally found breath to gasp, “Oh, god Gina! Oh, god! Please don’t stop now. Suck my dick! Suck it until I cum!” His hips began bucking violently with a mind of their own, forcing his 7-inches further and further down her throat. She took it all in stride and increased her sucking. Her right hand reached out and grabbed his balls. She began massaging his balls as she slipped her tongue down the underside of his shaft. It finally became too much for John to handle. He growled, and shouted, “Oh fuck!” as his cum shot forcefully into her mouth. Gina relished the feeling of the warm liquid spraying the insides of her mouth. She continued sucking lightly on his dick, but she popped her finger out of his asshole. Determined to milk his balls for all he’s worth, her hand continued to play with his balls, until his dick finally stopped leaking cum several seconds later. She let him pull his shrinking manhood out of her mouth, but she kept her lips open. Using her tongue, she pushed his cum toward the front of her mouth and played with it in front of him. Then, she moved it to the back of her throat and with a smile gave it one gargle before swallowing it in one fell swoop.



He helped her to her feet and kissed her, tasting the leftovers of his seed on her lips. They finished the shower by soaping each other up, kissing passionately every time they faced one another. John took the opportunity to slip a soapy finger into her ass as their tongues became intertwined. They rinsed off, and John shut the water off, while stepping out of the shower. Gina followed him onto the bathmat. He grabbed a towel and began drying her off. With both of them dry, John spread the towels out on the counter and lifted Gina on top of them. He nibbled at her ear and whispered, “It’s your turn.” He kissed her lips passionately but briefly, turning his lips to her body. He let his lips linger in the hollow of her neck, the warmth of his lips and the wetness of his tongue caused a soft moan to escape Gina’s lips. “Oh John…” she mumbled. His lips traveled from the hollow of her neck to her shoulder, trailing a line of wet kisses. He gave her left nipple a quick lick, then moved his mouth to just above her breasts. He began sucking, teasing her with the thought of where his mouth could have been. He moved his lips back down to her breasts and passed over them to lick and kiss her stomach. He briefly reached a hand up to her right breast and fondled it while kissing her belly button and moving ever closer to her nether regions. His tongue snaked out for a passing shot at her slit as he landed his mouth on her leg. He alternated kissing first one leg then the other all the way down to her toes, then he returned back up the way he came. Again, he gave a teasing lick to her slit as he moved his mouth back up her torso. This time, he did stop at her breasts. She moaned as he finally began to pay attention to her sensitive nipples. He began sucking lightly on one nipple, then moved to the other and swirled his tongue around it. Gina gently placed her hands on her head, forcing him to remain. He gladly accepted her choice and made a more detailed greeting with her breast. Sucking some of it into his mouth and twirling his wet tongue around the hard point. She moaned again, and he continued the treatment. He brought a finger up to her lips and waited for her mouth to open. He slid his finger into her mouth and felt her begin to suck on it. He moved his attention to her other breast, as he pulled his finger from her mouth. At this point, his hand found her slit and rubbed it gently, the saliva-coated finger pushing at the entrance of her pussy, begging entrance into her warm hole. He slipped the finger into her pussy and began moving it in and out. Meanwhile, his mouth left her breasts momentarily to kiss her lips. He moved his mouth to the hollow of her neck again and left a warm and wet trail to her breasts. He returned his focus to her nipples, while his finger fucked her pussy. She began moving her hips and moaning loudly. His finger, once coated in saliva is now dripping with her inner juices. He pulled his finger out and moved his lips ever so slowly down her body until he reached her sodden slit. His tongue began lapping up the juices as he burrowed his face into her pussy. Gina’s legs clenched around his head, and she turned her face towards the ceiling, moaning in ecstasy. John alternated between sucking on her lips and slipping his tongue into her slit. He continued this for several minutes until her hips began to buck and her legs put even more pressure on his neck and head. Finally, he turned his attention to the little bud just above her slit, licking it and engulfing it with his lips. He sucked on it softly. Immediately a loud moan escaped from Gina and he heard her shout, “Oh fuck! Don’t stop John! Please, right there. Please, don’t stop.” John, having no intention of stopping now, began sucking with renewed zeal. He slipped first one, then two fingers into her slit as his mouth focused its attention on her clit. He felt a tremor pass through her legs, as she shuddered in mindless bliss. She threw back her head and screamed, “Oh fuck me!” John lessened his sucking on her clit, but didn’t stop entirely as he waited for her orgasm to pass. Her thighs finally released his head from their death grip, and he felt her body relax. He lifted his lips to hers and kissed her with a love that can only be shared by lovers. “And this is just the beginning of the night” John breathed.



She wrapped her arms around his neck as he reached his hands underneath her legs and lifted her off the counter. Rather than drop her on the floor, he drew her body into his, and thrust is no-longer-limp dick into her drenched pussy with a satisfied grunt from both parties. Gina gave her hips a little wiggle, as she settled onto his hard rod. “Ooohh finally…we get to the really good stuff.” She cooed. She used her legs to push her hips away from his and pulled herself back again with the opposite motion. He turned toward the bathroom and began walking, briefly removing his hands from her ass to redistribute her weight. The action pulled her up his shaft and back down again, rewarding him with a small moan from her. He carried her in this fashion into the bedroom and dumped her, quite unceremoniously, onto their four-post bed. She landed with an “oommff” and glanced up quizzically at him. He flashed his I-have-a-secret grin and moved his hands down to her body. He gave her left nipple a tweak as his hands made their way down to her hips. Once there, he gave a gentle but firm twist, forcing her to flip onto her stomach or risk a painful experience. She did so with the grace and ease, as if she had practiced that very movement countless times. In truth, she hadn’t, but she was coordinated enough to make anything look graceful, even falling down a flight of stairs. John smiled to himself at the memory of her taking a swan dive down the last few steps on the staircase to their very first apartment.



He shook his head and returned to the present. His wife was face down in front of him, her ass smiling back at him. He used his dick to slap her ass cheeks, while he reached under the bed and pulled out a cloth bag that he had stashed there earlier in the day. He turned his attention to the bag as he dug for his padded ropes. With a small shout of success he pulled the ropes free from the bottom of the bag. Gina turned her head and stared at the cords in his hand. “Oh, so THAT’S what you have in mind!” She exclaimed. He just grinned back at her and grabbed both her wrists with his free hand. He looped the first rope around her wrists and secured it to the slats on the headboard. He picked up the second rope and used it to tie her left ankle to a corner post. He repeated the process on her other ankle. When the last rope had been securely fastened, he stepped back and admired his handy work. He had left enough slack in the ropes that had allowed him to position her body such that she was on her knees and forearms. But that was the extent of the slack in the system. She was trapped in doggy style until he chose to release her. She turned her head back towards him again and waited for him to make his move.



She didn’t have to wait long. John quickly positioned himself so that his right knee was on the bed beside her right leg, while he bent his left leg and placed his foot flat on the bed next to her torso. He cupped a breast with his left hand and slipped a finger from his right hand into her still-slick slit. He let his finger slide in and out of her pussy a few times before he managed to get a second finger inside. He began to finger fuck her slit in earnest now, as she began pushing her hips onto his fingers with each thrust. He let a few minutes pass before finally letting his fingers slide all the way out of her pussy. Gina knew what was coming next, but she turned her head in an attempt to watch. John, armed with the knowledge that she was sufficiently wet, moved his dick to the entrance of her pussy and, with a single stroke, thrust his bulging manhood all the way into her inner depths. Gina made a sound that was a mix between a low moan and a loud grunt as his balls slapped against her clit. He slowly slid his rock-hard shaft out until just the tip was still inside. He reached around her with his right hand until it found her other breast and began fondling both of them as he slid his shaft back inside her pussy again. He made his strokes long and slow, as he continued to play with her dangling breasts. Several minutes of this went by before Gina spoke up, “John, sweetie, this feels great and I love it, but you and I both know we could go on like this for a very long while…and I’d really appreciate cumming sooner than a very long while…”



John smiled when he heard these words come out of her mouth. “As you wish, my love.” He replied. At this point, John moved his hands from her breasts and grabbed her hips. He used her hips like handles to pull her body back towards his. At the same time, he thrust his dick forward into her slit. He quickly picked up the pace, and, within a few seconds, he was pounding his manhood into her perfect pussy. Gina began moaning louder and louder as his strokes came faster and faster. His balls beat against her clit with increasing frequency. John’s taut arms and legs propelled their two bodies together faster and faster until they were just a blur of motion. He fucked her hard for a couple minutes, relishing in the feel of her slick inner reaches. All of a sudden, he slowed his pace down to a fraction of what it had been. Gina turned her head to investigate the change in pace, but he used a hand to gently push her head back down to the bed. With his other hand, he reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. He popped the top open and tipped the bottle upside down directly over her asshole. He let a generous amount of oil flow from the bottle and land on her ass. Gina flinched from the unexpectedly cool liquid hitting her body. John closed the top and replaced the bottle in the bag. He removed his hand from her head and placed it back on her hips. He positioned his other on her ass, as he began to increase the pace of his strokes again. As he thrust his dick into her pulsing pussy, he slid his middle finger into her slippery asshole. The finger met slight resistance at the entrance, but Gina was relaxed enough for the finger to slip in anyways. His finger and dick moved in coordination as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could. Gina started to moan loudly again, and her hips moved back towards his each time he thrust. Gina noticed the familiar sensation in the tips of her toes. “Oh fuck me harder John! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meee!!” She practically screamed. Finally she couldn’t hold out any longer. The vibrations from his dick, balls, and finger where all too much for her clit to handle. Her hips bucked wildly and her toes curled and contorted into odd positions as her orgasm ripped through her body like a bolt of lightning. John felt the muscles in her pussy tighten around his dick, but he didn’t stop ramming his rod into her. She screamed in ecstasy and bliss as the waves of pleasure washed over her. As the last wave was fading, she felt the sensation in her toes again. Her breathing was ragged and she clenched the sheets with her bound hands as the second orgasm rushed from her legs. She gave a cry of pure delight as the second orgasm made all the muscles in her body clench uncontrollably. As the second orgasm passed, John slowed his strokes and pulled his finger out of ass. He let his dick slip out of her drenched slit and caught his breath. He noticed the look of rapture on the face of his wife. Her weakened muscles caused her body to droop, as her lungs fought for air.

I didn’t know when I first started writing this, whether to make it a quick-read, or to tell the whole story. After getting into it I realized it is a GREAT story and merits the full telling. So here it is.



When my father died a little over a year ago, my wife Valeri, and I spent several days getting his house in order and ready to sell. He had been sick a long time and I had been emotionally prepared. We worked with purpose and as much humor as possible. In the process we ran across a box of old Penthouse magazines. That evening, after a good shower, pizza and a few beers, we sat in bed and looked through several of the magazines. Valeri, I believed at the time, was a little on the conservative side. She would not easily let her inhibitions go. So I was surprised to see her interest in the photos of these lovely naked ladies. While I found them admirable in so many ways, Valeri’s appreciation was a pleasant surprise. She made comments on their sexiness and on particular parts of their anatomy – the beautiful skin of this one, the perfect nipples of that one. She even said, “I wonder how it would feel to have a full Brazilian wax job like that. I mean a day later; I know it would hurt awful when it was done.” If she noticed the tent forming in my shorts, she didn’t let on.



We began reading some of the letters that people sent in. Some were outrageous and laughable. Others were exciting and sexy as hell. After I read one aloud that described a lesbian girl’s technique for providing oral pleasure to her mate, I saw that Valeri had become flushed. Beads of perspiration formed between her breasts and on her upper lip. I made a metal note of this as I kissed the dew from her lip. A moment later I felt a hand gentle slide over my tent. She had noticed my semi-erect condition, and she was turned on!



Then we read one letter from a women who had gotten her husband inebriated until he fell asleep on the couch. She slid him over unto the coffee table, bound him to it, and blindfolded him. She invited a few of her girlfriends over for coffee and “dessert”. He woke up, bewildered and confused. He only protested for a moment, though, as the women stripped him naked, took turns with him one at a time at first, then together. He totally enjoyed it, of course. But afterwards it drove him crazy because he never found out who the women were.



Valeri felt how rock hard I had become while reading this story. She said, “Wow, you really liked that didn’t you?”



“Yeah,” I said, just realizing it myself. “I guess so. It was pretty cool”. She got a little smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. I thought it was because she then slid down my body and started to lick and suck my penis. That’s what I thought then, in that brief moment where I could think, before her tongue swirled like liquid honey and her lips, incredibly soft and wet, made every other part of me grow weak.



She tenderly licked and ran her soft lips over, around, and up and back. She played me like a delicate new toy until I was begging to have her. She licked under my balls then gently sucked on each one. Then she clamped down on my cock with her lips and tongue and rode up and down my shaft with purpose. In only a minute or two she brought me to an amazingly intense orgasm, ejaculating with a force beyond that of my own power. Her mouth never relaxed its grip, until I was completely spent.



When my mind finally began functioning again, I opened my eyes to see her contentedly smiling at me. Emptied, and fulfilled, I could only smile back at her. I had no words. She slid up close, lay down on her side, and swinging her leg over me, placed her head on my chest. After a few minutes of just breathing, and wondering how I got so lucky, I thought about the Penthouse letter where the lesbian detailed the proper technique for perfect cunnilingus. My libido returned. I gently started touching her head and shoulders. Just lightly running my fingertips over her lovely skin. Then down her arm and onto her breast. Softly, barely touching. Next reaching down her side and along the crest of her hip to the end of my reach. I rolled her slowly unto her back, as she looked up at me with calm, deep liquid eyes. I sat up, and leaning over her, I kissed her hair. I kissed her lips, kissed between her breasts, and then down her beautiful belly to the thatch of hair that guarded her pussy. She moved her legs apart. I nuzzled her soft fur as I swung myself around and knelt between her legs. I bent her knees and pushed her legs up. Then reaching under her hips, I lifted her bottom up until her clitoris, cunt and anus were only a breath away from my tongue. I smelled her, savored her sweet aroma and let it fill my nostrils. Her clitoris glistened as it peeked out from its hood. Her labia, lightly covered in soft tawny hair, were full, moist, and puffed out with need.



She had the most beautiful anal bud, a perfect smooth pink star that moved in and out slightly with her breathing. I wanted to follow the instructions of the lesbian, but I couldn’t help myself. Instead, I applied my soft tongue to her bud, licking flat, back and forth. She yelped in pleasure with the first contact and moaned deeply as I continued; now moving in tiny circles around her anus. She moaned contentedly. I then began probing the little hole, forcing my tongue in as much as I could. Her moans took on a more shrill tone. After a minute or so I drew back and just looked at her. Her wet bud pulsed, opening slightly and closing. Her eyes were closed. Her tongue moistened her lips as her fist clenched the sheets of the bed. I let my breath, hot, moist and very close, expel over her pussy, moving slightly from her clit to her bud, teasing. She whimpered in anticipation. I wet my lips and clamped down on her clitoris sucking it into my mouth in one quick move. My baby shrieked and began to convulse in orgasm as I played my tongue over her captive organ. As her shaking began to subside, in a moment of inspiration I pressed my thumb onto her wet anus and she started her orgasm all over again. She had always reached orgasm easily, but this was surprisingly quick, even for her. I released my lip-lock on her clit and just gently licked it for a moment. Then I just held her there, with my breath caressing her bush.



My arms were getting tired of holding her up, but I hadn’t tasted that delicious cunt yet. I started licking her labia, softly sucking on one full lip through her pubic hair, then on the other. Each time I switched from one to the other my tongue brushed across her clitoris. And each time I did, Valeri interrupted her chorus of moans with a sudden, vocal, gasp. My arms ached, so I knew I couldn’t hold her up much longer. I changed tactics and plunged my face into her swollen vagina, trying to reach as deep as I could with my tongue. I tried to tease her clit with my nose as I tongued and licked in and out and up and down. She shuddered once, groaned long and low and began shaking uncontrollably. I ran my tongue and lips from her sweet anus to her protruding clit, penetrating as deep as I could into her tunnel each time I passed over it. My arms and shoulders hurt, my cock ached like it would explode, and she just kept on writhing in orgasm! Finally, as her shaking diminished, my left arm gave out, followed by the right. I tried to get a grip again but I couldn’t hold on. In the effort my finger ended up against her anus as I dropped her onto the bed. Without a moments thought, I pushed it in. She screamed and began convulsing again, though more briefly this time.



My head dropped face down on her navel. My one hand was trapped with a finger up her ass, and the other still underneath her butt. I didn’t have the strength immediately to lift myself up. So I lay there a minute, hunched over, with my mouth pressed against her stomach. As nice as it was, even with the salty taste of her sweat, I had to turn my head to the side to breath. She was breathing very hard, and her legs, still up in the air, were trembling.



I extracted my one hand from under her and pushed myself up. I was reluctant to pull my finger out of her beautiful bud, but couldn’t do anything else if I didn’t. So I gently slide it free, causing Valeri several quick, deep breaths. Her eyes remained closed. She was not ready to return from wonderland just yet. I held her legs, slowly brought each one down until they lay relax flat on the bed. I half lifted, half dragged myself from between her legs and dropped down beside her. Her anus was a new discovery. We had never had anal sex before. The magazine letters likely stimulated our sexual appetite, and I wondered if we had taken a step in that direction. That’s the last thought I remember until waking in the morning.



That was about a year ago. Now let me tell you about six weeks ago.



In an attempt to keep fit, I try to work out twice a week, jogging and then lifting free weights. On that particular Saturday, the day before my birthday, I had completed my five-mile jog, and was working with the weights. Since we both worked out, we had the weights, weight-bench, and other items set up in a room adjacent to the family room. I could see Valeri in the kitchen, on the other side of the family room, talking on the phone.



I was just getting to the point in my routine where I worked on bench presses. I put 180 pounds on the bar for the presses. I intended to do several reps at this weight and see how far I would get. I sat down on the bench and settled in. Valeri came in and leaned against the doorframe.



“How’s the workout?” she asked. “You don’t look too sweaty.” She had her teasing quality in her voice.



I positioned my hands on the bar, I grunted out some lame response, lifted and lowered the weight. The bar felt right and I began pumping in earnest. I had intended to keep each set to ten reps, but at eight it still felt good. I paused at the top of the press, then decided to press out a few more. In the third set I was really feeling the stress and my triceps had that good ache that says you are building strength. As I inhaled and started lowering the bar on the final rep of the set, Valeri leaned over me. Her long hair dropped in my face and I closed my eyes. But not before I caught the most delightful SEG spreading across her face.



“What are you doing?” I said between breathes. I knew she was going to do something to tease me. I started exhaling as I pressed the bar back up. I felt cold metal pressed against my right wrist, and almost immediately the same on my left. I then heard metal on metal sounds and felt a slight tug on the bar. My concentration was broken, so at the top of the press I cradled the bar. I saw that Valeri, my innocent sweet Valeri, had hand cuffed both of my hands to the bar. I smiled up at her and said again, “What ARE you doing?”



She smiled bright and wide, leaned over me again, and kissed me.



After a few moments she broke the kiss. With her lips barely brushing mine, she smiled warmly and said, “I…am going to have fun today!” And with that she held an awful smelling cloth over my mouth and nose. Before I caught on, before I could figure out anything to do, I was out cold.



Waking up was something that is not clear. It was more like a dream that gradually took on substance. Like swimming under water a long time, breathing just fine, but with your vision distorted and murky. It gets better as you rise to the surface. When you break the surface, this different world is a surprise, and your awareness, distant and lethargic, returns slowly. The first thing that I remember is sailboats, and rocking on the waves of blue water. Then I was hearing the song Blue Bayou. I watched the sailboats going by on the bayou, and then I was on the sailboat watching the bayou go by.



My body began waking too. I felt dead spots. Numbness from lying in one spot too long, and I tried to turn over. But I couldn’t. My legs wouldn’t move. I tried to reach down and rub my legs. My hand moved, but I couldn’t reach my leg. It was very perplexing, until my faculties slowly kick in. Realization in small doses started flowing over me. I couldn’t see. Everything was dark. I could move my legs a little side to side, but I couldn’t lift them. I could only wiggle my feet, but otherwise I couldn’t make them move. The same with my hands – I could move them around, raise them up and down and sideways, but my arms were anchored above the elbow.



Suddenly, I put it together. I was bound and blindfolded! The realization scared me at first. I struggled to pull away. I growled and I jerked my arms, I tried to force my legs free, but to no avail. I tried to move my head around and push the mask or blindfold off. I could move my head but the blindfold moved with it and stayed firmly in place.



Then some of the recent memories came back. I remembered the last thing I saw – the shit-eating-grin on Valeri’s face. She had done this. It began to fall into place. I could now tell I was lying on the weight bench. She must have put me to sleep with some clinical knockout juice, and tied me to the bench. I could half-feel, half-sensed my ankles were tied to the lower legs of the bench. I wiggled my legs again and confirmed it. I think my ass was half off the bench, but it was kind of numb so I couldn’t be sure. My arms were bound just above the elbow and straight out from my sides. Then I remember the handcuffs and being handcuffed to the weight bar. That was it! I was strapped to the bar, but not with handcuffs, with belts or…duct tape.



I tried my voice. I could barely hear it, kind of horse. I said, “Val?” But all I could hear was some country singer praising his truck. “Val,” I said again, with much more strength in my voice. But I couldn’t hear any response. I got ready to scream out as loud as I could when I heard her voice over the music, or in the music. Then I got it. I wasn’t just blindfolded; I had headphones fastened to my ears somehow, so all I could hear was the music. She must have mixed a microphone in through the tape machine, or a Karaoke machine some way.



“Hi baby. Are you comfortable?” came Valeri’s voice. “I tried to make you comfortable. Are you OK?” Her voice expressed concern, but also held the element of teasing or smirking in it.



“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m having a problem standing up”.



That tickled her, and she let out a quick laugh, but I didn’t mean it to be funny. She said, “Yes, that is going to be a problem for a while. You see, I have tied you up.”



That made me chuckle. “Really!” I said. “Well, I don’t see, as you can see, I’m sort of blind, so you will have to explain this to me.”



“There is nothing to explain, actually,” she said. “I’m just going to have my way with you!”



But I got more serious. “Val, what’s gotten in to you? What is this all about?”



She responded quickly. “It’s about me having my way with you. Now I don’t want to waste your time, so is there anything I can do for you?”



Waste MY time. Was I going somewhere all tied up?



“Perhaps a drink,” she said, “different music, I have a nice selection? Do you need scratching anywhere?” Her voice was almost giddy, and as such, infectious. Yet there was a finality to her tone that told me I really had only the choices she listed. I ask for water and in a moment she held a straw to my lips. I drank heartily as I wondered what she had planned, what it mean to “have her way with me”. As it turned out, my sweet siren wife had a side to her that I could never have imagined.



“Let the games begin,” I pronounced. Bolero began to play into my captive ears.



It was hard to gauge the passage of time. I thought about what she was up to, and I reasoned it would end in something sexual. She may be somewhat conservative sexually, but she wasn’t shy in bed. I don’t know how long I lay there thinking, but I was suddenly aware of a light, cold object on the inside of my thigh. I felt a tugging on my jogging shorts. I’m not sure when realized the cold was a pair of scissors and my shorts were being cut away!



“Jees, be careful down there” I yelled, but in a moment my shorts were laid open and yanked from underneath me. My penis and balls were exposed with no place to hide. Before I could feel the change in temperature, my shirt fell to the blades of the scissors. I lay there bound, helpless and quite naked. Knowing the intimate love I shared with Valeri, and the anticipation of her “having fun with me”, it felt good.



But there are some things you just never really ever think about. So you don’t get it immediately when a nicely warm and moist cloud descends over you genitals. It’s all sensual and sexual. It is shear pleasure… until you realize it is a shearing pleasure, and the cloud is shaving cream! The truth was conveyed to me with the first drag of the razor down my balls! I had never felt that sensation before. But I knew immediately what is was! My whole body jerked with the realization.



“Whoa there Mike,” Valeri rebuffed me. “Settle down…or the boys in the locker room are going to start calling you Michelle”. I protested. I said it was not right for a guy to be balls BALD! I was angry, but I was also excited, and a bit curious. It was hard to mount a successful defense when a beautiful woman is holding your testicles in her hands. Still, I protested, but there was no response except the razor scraping away my pubic hair.



And that was it. For the next half hour or so, my cock was pushed and pulled this way and that, along with my scrotum and balls. It was quite a sensation, and not bad really, if I didn’t think too much about the “little boy look” I would soon be sporting.



Yet through the whole process I felt that there was something strange going on. Something that was not as it should be. It was hard to perform any serious deductive reasoning with my privates being lovingly handled, so I let it go — the whole shaving balls thing was quite strange to begin with — what did I expect?



As a finale, a lotion of some sort was enthusiastically rubbed in everywhere, with special attention given to my erection. My breath started coming in short pants, and I found myself groaning. Again something strange flashed through my mind, but it couldn’t hang on. My groans became a growl. Then, just as my balls began to tighten, the expert rubbing of my cock abruptly stopped! Sadly, painfully, I was not allowed to cum.



“Oh really?” I said, “You’re stopping now? Come on, I need to cum after all that fondling!”



The response I got was cheery “Now you are squeaky smooth and pretty,” in Valeri’s pleased-with-herself voice.



I didn’t know I was “squeaky smooth and pretty” but that little voice in my headphones pronounced me so, as Lionel Richie sang “Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady”. I’m not sure if that is irony, but all I could think of was the boys in the locker room laughing at my “lady trim”.



After several minutes, maybe more, long hair tantalizingly brushed over my chest. I could smell the hair, or thought I could. Something lightly touched my lips, and as I wondered what it was, it pressed down. I opened my mouth and sucked in a tasty nipple. I tongued it eagerly, as Valeri spoke again. “What would you like to eat?” she said, and proceeded to list choices as I sucked. Then she stopped, and said, “Never mind, I’ll pick for you”. And with that she popped her breast out of my mouth and was gone again. I was left wanting, my mouth not understanding, still forming an “O” in the air. I pulled instinctively…and futilely at my bonds.



I was left alone it seemed for what felt like a long time. It was probably no more than five or ten minutes. But time passes slowly when you are naked and bound. My thoughts wandered, but the whole time it felt like I wasn’t alone. No sound penetrated the headphones other than the music, no air movement, no vibrations of the floor or bench, just a silly sense of being watched. It made me wonder if Valeri was sitting right there, “having her way with me” in some unfathomable manner. I assumed she left me to get whatever food she decided I wanted, but I really had know way of knowing.

Then I did feel the slightest vibration, and a second later gentle fingernails dragged across my balls and flaccid penis. It didn’t stay flaccid. It pumped up by a third in anticipation. But the next thing I felt was something bumped my lips. It bumped twice more before I got that I was suppose to open my mouth. I opened it and a small round object was placed in. It was slightly warm, somewhat soft and wet. I wasn’t sure as I rolled it around with my tongue. I mashed down on it a little and a cool liquid oozed out. It was a grape. I chewed it up and opened my mouth for another. It didn’t come, and I felt pretty dumb lying there with my mouth open like a baby bird. I closed it.



I felt the bump again and eagerly played the game and opened my mouth. Again it was a grape, but it was warmer, and wetter. I chewed it up and again opened my mouth for the next one, but closed it again, not wanting to look silly. When I thought about that, I chuckled out loud. I was strapped to a weight bench by a 100 pound girl, stripped naked with shaved balls, begging for grapes — the looking silly ship had already sailed!



My lips were bumped again and I responded opening my mouth with a little pucker, like a kiss. The grape was placed on my lip and pushed in. The finger, of course, followed part way and I sucked on it as it withdrew. I almost immediately knew why the grapes were warm on the outside. The taste and smell on the finger was undeniably vaginal. So that is why it was so long between bites. The grapes were marinating in love juice.



I chewed it up again, smiling as I thought Valeri’s taste, and smell, were stronger, actually more tangy than usual. Laughing I said, “You need to go wash up a little baby, you’re pussy is more potent than usual.” At that point I thought I briefly heard a laugh. But it wasn’t how Valeri laughed, so it had to be something in the music. Another grape bumped my mouth almost immediately, and I formed my kiss lips again. Again the grape was place on my lips and pressed in, and again I suck on the finger as I pulled out. I must have cleaned the finger very well the first time because this time it wasn’t nearly as strong, and more sweet than tangy.



I received a few more grapes with the same routine, and each time the taste, smell, and finger were unique. I might have wondered about this, but the menu changed.



This time, instead of my lips being bumped, they were pressed, and a warm, mushy, almost liquid substance covered my mouth. It was chocolate pudding, served on a firm breast with a lovely nipple. I licked and slurped my way around that delicious orb until it was lifted away. But in a moment it was replaced with another serving, one that pressed a good bit harder into my mouth. Why should I mind? What a great substitute for spoons.



This went on for several feedings, sometimes mashing into my face and all around, sometimes held just about my lips or barely within my reach lifting my head as high up as I could. It’s hard to believe, I know, but I became tired of it, tired of pudding breasts. But I cherished my imagined image of Valeri’s beautiful perfect globes dangling over me covered in pudding. That would have to happen again when I had eyes to see.



“Ok, baby, the grapes and pudding were good”, I said in my most commanding voice. “But even a shaved blindfolded man need real food! How ’bout some meat!”



In a moment, over the chorus of Captain and Tennile singing “Muskrat Love”, or some equally stupid song, I heard “As you wish”.



Just as the music reached the peak and began down its crescendo, the softest, smoothest, wettest, pussy I’ve ever known descended unto my face. It was so unexpected, so perfectly choreographed in its simple one movement dance, that it held the magic of childhood awe and the mystic of a first time experience in unmatched pleasure. For the longest time I could not move. I didn’t want to move. The feeling of that warm flesh, the soft wet folds caressing my cheeks, nose, and mouth, was such an enthralling pleasure; I never wanted to leave that space.



Then reality set in and I had to tilt my head forward to take a breath. As I did, my nose pushed against a prominent clitoris. I felt that amazing flesh quiver and I inhaled deeply. I moved my nose back again, stimulating her clit and jammed my tongue into her wide-open vagina. She shuddered. The feeling of my mouth and tongue moving against her swollen lips, and clitoris was divine. That connection is so emotionally pure and physically intimate that it defies language to describe it. It is a communion beyond expression, an expression beyond communication.



I assaulted this treasure with slow, purposeful intention. My lips and tongue were my only tools, but I was the master, a craftsman, working as any serious artist, with every effort to achieve perfection. Sucking each wing of her cunt, caressing it in my mouth with soft, flat tongue, and nose occasionally circling her clit. Gently increasing the pace, but never forgetting to be gentle, until her body shook in orgasm. When it began to subside, I became aggressive, ceasing to be gentle with soft movements. I sucked each lip of her opening deep into my mouth and pulled it around and around. Then pulled on it until it popped out of my mouth and I seized the other one, back and forth, until finally going for her clitoris and sucking that with abandon.



I couldn’t hear her scream, but I felt it. Every muscle in her body, tensed in anticipation of the power building in her groin, suddenly shook violently as her second orgasm engulfed her completely. Wave after wave took her. Even the weight bench shook from the intensity. Her juices flowed over my cheeks and into my mouth. I was so proud, until her legs gave out and her vagina sagged hard against my face. Breathing was impossible under her, but I managed by turning my head to the side and pull my chin down. I took great gulps of the air, and with it, the smell of lovemaking.



I was rock hard. I hadn’t realized it until after she began to calm down. It had all been for her. God that felt good – that it was all for her, but now my cock ached.



She finally found her legs, and lifted herself off my head. That wonderful wet and soft pussy lifted away and was gone. It was good because I could breathe, but I missed the smooth flesh. She kissed me. Her hair brushed against my chest as her smooth lips press against my very wet lips, wet with her juices. Her hair brush over my face as she pulled away. It felt good, familiar. For a moment I was confused by an odd thought. Then it hit me.



“Hey!” I said, my voice a mix of enthusiasm and awe. “There’s no hair on your pussy! You shaved!” The realization astonished me. It was so out-of-character for her. Well, this whole thing today was so out-of-character for her — it’s like she was just being somebody else for the day, possessed. So strange. But…I had no complaints.



Her voice broke in over Aretha laying it down in “Respect”.



“No I didn’t”, she said, and then giggled. “I had a Brazilian!” She laughed again. “The bush is gone. The whole thing, sooo…. you can’t complain about your naked balls, or should I say…hairless balls.” She laughed again, and then I was alone, or it felt like it anyway. I heard only the music. Now it was Richie Havens cranking up on the Beatles song, “Here Comes the Sun”. Where did she get this mix?



The ache in my balls and cock slowly let up and my hard-on softened. I tried to reposition myself for a little more comfort. My cock flopped back and forth as I moved, then finally went limp.



Many thoughts went through my head, but mostly they came back to Valeri, amazingly smooth pussy, a Brazilian no less, and this whole sex adventure. The “Wow factor” was off the charts. I must have been alone quite a while because I fell asleep. I awoke to a wet, hot mouth sucking my limp penis.



Maybe it was the waking up, but her mouth was hotter than I have ever felt any mouth. With the strong tongue movements and the pulling from wet firm lips it did not take long for my raging hard-on to be restored. I could hear my groans. I needed relief so bad. I prayed that those expert lips would grant me release. I was being well sucked. Swirling tongue and soft firm lips stroke up and down my shaft. It was amazing. Each time that mouth descended down my cock it went further down than the time before. She had never done this before!



I don’t have the biggest cock on the planet, but I am a pretty good size, and for the first time in my life I was being Deep Throated. Her nose and lips were bottoming out against my belly each time those hot lips rode down my shaft. Her hand was on my balls as they began to draw up and tighten. I was going to blow my load. My cock was all the way down here throat. I couldn’t believe the feeling.



Just as I was sure I would unload in the next couple of strokes, the lips slid up my shaft and stopped. They did a last sucking kiss on my knob, and were gone. I couldn’t believe it. I cried out, “No, don’t stop now!” I pleaded. “God women, have a heart, get me off!”



No sooner were the words out then my face was once again smothered by pussy. I tried to scream “Not fair” into the pussy, but the words were so muffled by the soft moist flesh that I couldn’t even understand them myself. I automatically started licking and sucking, but I was so frustrated with this dilemma, and actually getting angry, that I didn’t notice that she tasted different again, and the aroma was different too. I didn’t notice the taste and smell until I realized that I was licking and sucking hair again. What was she doing? My mind reeled.



It was a relief when I felt hands on my penis. Then a hot mouth enveloped it and fingers messaged my balls and ass. I thought, “Ok, good, at least you’re getting back to my cock!”



The deep-throating process began again, giving me unbelievable pleasure. Still, there was something distracting, something more unbelievable hammering at my blood-starved brain. With limited analytical powers, with licking an impossibly fury pussy, with my engorged penis throbbing deeper down a throat, I tried to put explanation to these events. How could she do it? Women in my headphones sang about having two lovers that she loved “both the same!” I wasn’t really listening to it, but I guess on some level I heard.



The truth of my situation flared to light like a match striking fire. THERE WERE TWO WOMEN! I screamed my muffled scream up the vagina on my face, “My god, Valeri…”



But that’s all I had. I couldn’t get my mind around the reality of it. My cock swelled, my balls drew up, and all thought ceased. Instinctively I kept licking and sucking the strange fury cunt, but all awareness and attention was focused on my imminent orgasm. My Valeri, my Lady Deep Throat felt it too and plunged my cock as deep into her throat as she could and sucked with unbelievable strength.



It was the strongest eruption I have ever had, by far. I exploded!! The power of my seminal release was nothing less than a launch. Every part of my body gathered together for that sole purpose, and let go in unison. Wave after wave of such intense pleasure racked my body so deeply that it, somehow, was painful. Exquisitely painful! After forever had come and gone, I started settling down. Lady Deep Throat, whose fingers were dug tight into my ass cheeks, slowly withdrew her mouth from my still throbbing cock. This act provided sufficient stimulation to generate multiple after-shocks. I trembled again with another, though milder orgasm. I had never before had a double orgasm.



Clouds of passion and confusion, of sweat and pussies and breasts with pudding, all swirled like snapshots and strobe lights in my head. My breathing returned to normal, and only then could I gain any sense of the last few…what… minutes…hours. My sense of smell returned, and I caught a whiff of that strange vagina, it’s juices drying on my face.



God, what happened? Surely this all had to be a dream! It was as impossible as anything in a dream. I needed perspective. Go back to the start…when did it start. And this I did. I tried to anchor on getting out of bed this morning. Then having that firmly rooted in my mind I followed the sequence of the days events. They story unreeled like a movie in my head. It had all the detail, all the senses, sound and touch, smell and even sight. Except now, even though sight was stolen from me now, that in itself somehow made it real. The whole thing was real! Bazaar as hell, but real.



Another thing was real too. I said, “I have to take a piss” in my most demanding voice. I don’t know what I expected, but for a minute there was nothing. “This is no joke, I have to pee!”



The next thing I knew my penis was being grabbed and pull. It felt like a condom was being put on my limp penis. It was not a gentle struggle. I think my cock was refusing to be stuck into anything again today, but the assault team was persistent. When my handlers stopped and my poor penis fell back to my belly, there was something encasing my abused organ.



The joyful tones of my dear wife broke in to my musical world, ” OK, big boy, take your leak.”



“What… here?” I said. “In front of whats-her-name?” Then I laughed at my own silliness. Being bashful after what just transpired was nuts. I peed.



“What is whats-her-names name?” I asked as my bladder emptied itself into whatever was attached to my penis.



“Who’s name?” my captor replied.



“The other women Val,” I said proudly. “I know there are two of you. You couldn’t deep-throat me with you pussy on my face. Or was that your pussy on my face and you didn’t really have a Brazilian?” I had only to taste my pussy soaked lips to know that the fury pussy was not Valeri.



“She giggled into my headphones. The giggle had all the bravado of the SEG I saw on her face at the beginning of all of this. She said, “So many questions. I’ll answer one. Her name is….. the Siren of Wind”, then she went silent leaving me with, of all things, Roger Miller singing “Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport”. Did she plan the timing of this music?



I finished draining my pipes, and was happy when the devise was wrestled off my cock.



Valeri came on the headphones again. “Here, baby, take a drink of water,” and she pressed the straw to my lips. I sucked several sips. It tasted like pussy. Then she said, “Here take this too,” and popped a pill in my mouth, “Swallow”, she said giving the straw back to me, “Don’t chew”. I did and drank some more.



I was going to ask her what the pill was, when I suddenly felt a slippery finger sliding back and forth in the crack of my ass. After some soothing rubbing it stop on my anus and messaged in a circle around it, applying more and more pressure. I tensed up, but then the voice in the headphones whispered, “You had better relax that little port, don’t want it to get hurt”.



It wasn’t like I had options, and I didn’t want THAT to get hurt. I did my best to loosen up. The finger came back with more jelly and continued circling my “little port”. This went on only a moment before it slipped in. It wasn’t a new feeling, but it didn’t have Valeri’s touch, so I guessed it was the Siren of Wind up my ass. I broke out laughing at the thought. The finger paused, like it had been insulted, or curious about my laughter, but then wiggled around a moment and withdrew. Then it circled around then entered again. This play continued for a short while, maybe a couple of minutes, and I was getting used to it. Then two fingers pierced my anus. It made me suck my breath in, but the two fingers continued without hesitation. I have to admit it was pleasant. I started to feel aroused, a little. Then the fingers slipped out and were immediately replaced by something different – a dildo, or a butt plug, or…



I could only guess. I know it was larger than the fingers and seemed to have a part of it that was thicker than the rest of it. My captors just left it in there, stuck in or hanging out of my ass. It wasn’t being moved around so it was hard to determine much.



I seemed to be alone again. Alone with that “Wonderful Tonight” song, Eric Clapton I think. I wondered who the Siren of the Wind was. And what was Valeri thinking with this crazy thing she was doing to me. This is too wild for her. Tying me up, maybe. But to share me with another women, to watch another women put her vagina in my face, to watch me eat another women…that was not the Valeri that I knew. Maybe I was working too much, not being home enough, that drove her to this… this carnal conquest. I couldn’t figure it. And she had a Brazilian! A full-blown baby-smooth beaver! The thought just amazed me. Then she shaved me bald as an eight year old. She was something else. I wondered, was she stoned, or doing drugs? Was I?



Oddly, with nothing else going on, with no one touching me or making me eat anything or anyone, I was getting aroused. I guess having an unknown ass invader is more than just “nothing going on”, but I couldn’t believe that would make me start to have an erection. I tried to shift my position and it caused the “Invader” to shift in my rectum. God, I hope I wasn’t getting kinky and starting to love having my ass jacked! I could feel my balls pulling up a little, and my cock was rising up from the dead. Without thinking, I tried to reach down a stroke my cock, just to check on the feeling I was having. But my arms remain trapped, my hands only able to swing around from the elbow joint.



In a few more minutes there was no doubt. My penis was fully erect, and then some. I could feel the blood throbbing from the knob on down my shaft to deep in my body. The skin of my cock was tight, and I felt huge, pointing straight up. I also felt flushed and hot…and extremely horny.



Thinking I was alone I yelled out, “Val!”



“You don’t have to yell” the earphone said. “I’m right here watching you”.



“Something’s going on,” I said. “I have a raging hard-on”. Then I added, “And a missile up my butt.”



“Yes, I see,” came the reply. “We’ve been waiting, and watching you grow, baby. You’ve done a marvelous job”, she said mockingly.



“You’ve been waiting”, I asked. “For what? What are you going to do?”



“For the Viagra to kick in, of course.” Again she giggled. “And to answer you second question — everything!”



Viagra? Viagra! “You gave me Viagra?” I screamed. “It feels like I’m going to explode!”



“We will help you with that, baby,” my wife chortled. “Don’t worry”.



Don’t worry? I wasn’t worried. I was exploding. Why should I worry! Just as I started to yell again, the invader up my butt started vibrating. All the words for whatever I was going to say left my head. All I could think was that my ass was vibrating — way up there vibrating.



Something touched my lips. My recent programming took over and I opened my mouth. I started to lick, thinking I was being presented with another piece of womanhood. But my tongue touched something quite different. It was pushed gently into my mouth. I couldn’t really taste it, or smell it for that matter, not at first. Everything tasted and smelled like pussy. But apparently she was making sure I didn’t get hungry. It had a cake like texture, and after chewing for a short while I decided it was a brownie. It did have a taste, though still strong in the pussy flavor, but chocolaty, and I ate all of it.



Then warm, wet, softness engulfed my super monster cock, and slid slowly down. Slowly, teasingly, tongue rubbing-ly down, down, torturously down my cock. All I could think was “HURRY!!” The hot mouth took in all of me, I know I had to be deep down a throat, then it reversed direction and the sucking began as the mouth drew ever so slowly back. All the synapses that were my mind fired at once in unison. White lightening — the blindfold had kept my eyes in the dark. But for those few moments… minutes?… hours?…I don’t know…but for that span of time I saw white light! Then the amazing sucking mouth pulled off suddenly, releasing my cock with a force that had to create a loud POP, though I couldn’t hear it. I could only hear the blood pumping in my ears, my chest heaved and I gasped for breath. A hand grabbed my cock and in the next movement it was enveloped again. Not as soft as the mouth, but as hot and moist as before, it slid down until it bottomed against my bones. It was somehow different; it squeezed the base of my penis and released several times. It squeezed and slid up until only the head of my cock remained captured. The feeling was unbelievable. Then it relaxed and rapidly slammed down again with enough force that my groin felt like it was being flattened. The muscles tightened again, gripping my cock as tight as a hand, and made several shorts stokes up and down. Each time my groin was compressed. It held with that tight grip and slid nearly off again. Only the head of my cock was held. My thoughts were muddled, blurry, but it came to me that what was slamming into my groin were butt cheeks! One of them was riding with me up their ass!

That was a whole new world for me. Val and I had never done that before. We had played… a finger here and there, but not actually ass fucked. I didn’t know if we were doing it now! I could be sticking it up the butt of the Siren of the Wind! It wasn’t like I could stop and figure all this out. All my thoughts were fragments, pieces that blew through my mind like leaves on a fall day. Before I could wrap my head around this new realization, another set of butt-cheeks nestled down on my face. It took several moments for me to actually register that it was a set of butt-cheeks. With all the sensations I was feeling, true analysis wasn’t possible. Just that something warm, moist, and smooth, something definitely female pushed down on my face. I felt them push apart as they settled. They were too large and firm to be the tantalizing folds of labia, and as a rosy bud pressed against my nose – quit different than a clitoris — all doubt was gone.



I was on autopilot now. It was all sensory reaction. Stimulus and reaction. I stuck out my tongue without a though and rimmed that rosy anus. I licked and prodded with my tongue, poked it into the rose a deep as I could. At some point I concluded that it was Valeri on my face because I couldn’t feel hair when my tongue would be briefly presented with a taste of pussy, before that rose bud was slid back to receive more service. At first I felt good that it was Valeri. I wanted to please her.



But something wasn’t right. It didn’t taste or smell like Valeri. It didn’t taste or smell like Siren of the Wind either. I couldn’t think, couldn’t complete a chain of thought with the repeated slamming by the women’s ass riding my cock. I felt like I would come soon. I needed to come soon! Then the butt-cheeks withdrew from my face and were immediately replaced by smooth, very wet labia. The labia gyrated in slow circles, beckoning my tongue and lips. I could smell the fragrance of her, and I wondered if prolonged arousal could change Valeri’s sweet sexy odor of womanhood. I was wondering this when the circular motion brought my tongue and upper lip first to the clitoris, then a little further up the abdomen where I contacted hair. Just a little, a narrow patch, right atop the convergence of her pussy lips. It wasn’t Valeri. And it wasn’t Siren of the Wind either; she had hair over all of her pussy. As I licked and sucked, my mind, already in heavy overload, and my cock being ridden hard, I grasped the incredible truth, there were THREE women using me! No sooner did that thought take me, than the mystery pussy on my face let go with a torrent of juice. She flooded me — my face certainly, and my ears and neck, my nose and chin were copiously drenched in this magical vaginal nectar. As she shook with the spasms of orgasm, I drank her sweet juice like a man too long in the desert. All of which put me over the top.



I shot my load into the wildly banging ass that rode my cock! I groaned as my cock pumped an amazing stream into the hot, sweet, unknown, ass. With each slam against my groin, another torrent was ejected, and another deep body-aching pleasure-groan rose through my chest into the pussy still draining on my face. The ass slamming went on and on with my body jerking underneath.



I think I left the planet. The entire sphere of my being was sensory. No time and space, no logic or comprehension, no shred of tangible earthly known form existed. Only sensory input touched me, and auto-response, quite outside of thought-control. I lost all sense of self. Like a shipwrecked sailor too long on a raft in the ocean, I floated in a delirious sea of pleasure.



When I finally came back to earth, to myself, I floated in on the lyrics of “Nights in White Satin”. I mused about who had sung it, until it was replace by something from Stone Temple Pilots, something with a driving beat, but I couldn’t place it. I thought to get up and try to read the CD case for the name of the song, but I couldn’t get up. I tried, but I couldn’t. I felt woozy. I was woozy. Then it came back to me, or at least enough of it did. I remembered I was tied up. My Valeri tied me up! But why?



My penis was hard. I had a woody. That was funny. I was woozy. I had a woody. I had a woozy woody. Ha! I was stoned. And I had a woozy woody! So funny.



Hey, I was stoned! My head was so light. My woody was so light. Ha ha!



Why was I stoned? Why was I stoned and tied up? Valeri would know. I would ask Valeri. Bet that was a weedy brownie. Where did she get this music?



Then I felt something touch my hand. It pressed into my hand. It was big, round, and soft and squishy-like. Like a breast. OH MY GOD, it was a breast! I had a handful of breast! And nipple too. Then my other hand had a handful of breast too. Not as big and not as squishy, but still nippled.



“Val”, I said, ” Your boobs don’t match,” and then I laughed. A voice, Val’s voice, came across the sea from very far away, “Those aren’t my boobs, baby”.



“That’s good,” I said, still laughing, ” ’cause that’s one weird set of Tetons”.



I stopped laughing. It suddenly came over me that I had two different boobs in my hands and they weren’t Valeri’s. I fondled them. I palmed them; I thumbed the nipples, which were as different as the breasts. The smaller breast had a pointed nipple, while the larger one had a raised areola and a huge, very hard center part. Then they pulled away from me.



Next my woody was grabbed. In a moment I felt legs straddling me, and warm, wet, softness enveloped my erection. My woody was in a pussy, I thought. Pussy woody, I mused. It felt so, so good. Then my left hand had it’s own warm, wet, softness pushed down on it. I felt the folds of another pussy. I cupped it, then turned my hand and stroked the lips, until I pushed a finger, then two fingers into the vagina. It squirmed against my fingers. I had to be stoned and dreaming because the next thing to happen was to have another pussy against my right hand, and I inserted two fingers into that vagina. “What a dream this is” I spoke to no one.



Fragments of the past few hours, or minutes, or days, I didn’t know, came drifting back to me. My wife and two of her friends were fucking the hell out of me! One was on my cock and two were on my hands, and they were using me anyway they wanted. Wow, any way they wanted. It all seemed good to me and my woody! I laughed, then stopped. Then laughed some more. So, even though I didn’t add it up right away. I wasn’t surprised when another pussy descended on my face. Why should my face be deprived? It was getting plenty of pussy today. What’s another pussy? What’s a fourth pussy?



It moved on my face with a gentle rocking action. All the pussies were moving in a gentle rocking action. Moving together. Moving in unison. A cornucopia of pussies, an orchestration, a choreography of cunts rocking and rolling to the peaceful pace of Billie Holiday’s “Why Not Take All of Me”! They did. I would have smiled at this…if I could have.



When the music changed, they all left me at the same time, and a moment later settled back again, all four. Each time the music changed, they changed. They were playing musical chairs on me – Musical Pussies on me! Ha ha! I could tell they were changing places because of the different tightness of each vagina on my cock, and different hair and wetness on my hands and face. In the third song I lost my load again, and on the fourth my face was drenched again. Then again on the fifth song. Even my hair was soaked to the skin with vag-nectar, vag-juice of love.



Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody played through the headphones. It all took on a carnival quality. The calliope went round and round and the music changed with the zebra and the horse and the unicorn and the flying pig passing by going up and down. Soon my hands got tired. My tongue and lips were worn out. I couldn’t do it anymore. Only my penis stood tall and strong. My Viagra cock. Ha, my Viagra cock-a-doodle-do-it again and again. It couldn’t be put down. The ladies gave up on my face and hands, but not on that tower of rock cock. I don’t know how many time I came, or how many pussies quivered and clutched my member in the throws of their orgasm. I had no control, and eventually no sense of it until it seemed like the calliope was slowing down, coasting to a stop. I was breathing hard. My whole body throbbed. But it was slowing down. I think I said Valeri’s name — “Val”? Then that cloth with the awful smell, that strange sterile smell, was pressed to my face. My darkness changed to a pale blue, and then I was out.



When I woke up it was to a stinging pain like my skin was being ripped off my arm. I opened my eyes to blurred vision. Light colors moving, beige and deep red spots. Moving, swaying. When I achieved focus, I found I was looking at my wife’s beautiful naked breasts hanging over me, her cherry nipples only inches from my mouth. I heard a cutting sound that was immediately followed by the skin being ripped off my other arm.



“Aww god”, I screamed. My arms had been duct taped to the weight bar.



“Hi baby”, came Valeri’s happy voice. “So you’re finally awake”



I didn’t know if I was still high or not, though my perception was that something surreal was happening. Or had just happened. Not really a dream-state, but I didn’t have the clarity of being fully alert either. My mouth felt dry and I licked my lips. The taste of vagina juice brought reality, if that’s what it was, crashing back down on me.



I don’t know exactly what I said. Something like, “Did all that really happened?” or maybe, “Did you do to me what I think you did?”



I got a kiss on my lips, and her biggest smile. I tried to put my arms around her but it hurt to move them. Everything hurt. I glanced around. No one was in the room except Valeri. Nothing was out of place, except the weigh bench I was laying on was now in the family room, in front of the couch where the coffee table used to be. They must have moved it, with me on it, from the exercise room when Valeri first put my under.



I looked down, and to my surprise, I still had a hard-on. It was leaning a little left, like it was contemplating a nap, but couldn’t quite make it yet. I had no pubic hair any more. Valeri knelt down to release my feet and took my penis into her mouth for one quick, wet suck, then let go. It immediately sprang to attention like a soldier on the front lines.



“Oh, good,” she said as she cut the tape away from the leg of the weigh bench. “You cock still has some life. I wasn’t really through with that yet”. She turned her head and smiled her SEG at me.



RIP! The tape tore at the skin of my ankle. First the left ankle, then the right. I was sure it tore half my ankle off, just muscle and tendon, and bloody insides left. It was amazing how painful it was. I let out another groan, and tried to pull myself up to a sitting position. Every muscle complained. The posts of the weigh bench bar cradle were in my armpits. I struggled to pull myself through them. I swung my body sideways and pulled on cradle bars to raise myself up. I needed to pee. I tried to stand up, forcing myself through the stiffness and pain, and almost fell. With much effort I walked to the bathroom hanging on to anything I could grab along the way. I realized it would a futile exercise to get this cock pointed down at the toilet. I made it to the bathroom and peed in the tub. God, the relief felt so good. Everything else ached, but the relaxed bladder was wonderful.



Done with that I moved stiffly to the sink and washed my face and hands with warm, comforting water. It felt good to move and I began to loosen up. I walked some more, feeling the stiffness slowly subside, as I did a high step, trying to force circulation back into all my muscles. Still, I hung on to things, not trusting my balance yet. As I did I watched Valeri pulling tape off the weight bench and cleaning things up. Her body was so…beautiful. So perfect. So naked. The movement of the muscles in her legs, the rotation of her buttock, and the bounce of her breasts, were all in such perfect harmony, marvelously flowing sinew and bone, like liquid honey moving under her skin. I realized my hard-on became harder, rock hard again. She bent over to pick up several towels from the floor, and that sweet round ass, with those perfect, waxed-clean pussy lips, was an overwhelming sight. I nearly swooned. I told her not to move with a very forceful voice. She didn’t, except to turn her head and look back at me looking at her. I just stared at the glorious, angelic vision before me. The perfect butt, heart shaped with full hemispheres tapering down to beautiful firm thighs. And right in the center, that soft pink perfect star. Below that, not a hair in sight, the fleshy swell of full labia, cleft deeply in the center. At the end of the cleft a bright pink button emerged. I swear I nearly had an orgasm just looking at her!



She smiled at me. Not a shit-eating-grin this time, not that laughing SEG she had given me so many times, but a smile that held passion, that recognized I was loving her with my eyes. A smile that spoke of warmth and understanding. I was filled with wonder at the beauty of nature’s greatest creation- this woman. At that moment my heart and body surged with equal parts of lust and love, anxiety and appreciation.



I moved up behind her and dropped to my knees. I began to slide my fingertips over the round globes of her bottom. I was caressing this vessel of beauty. Moving my fingers, then hands around the shape of her. Not just exploring, but absorbing, feeling the perfection and knowing the joy of its touch.



I touched the star that formed her anal bud and she moaned. My fingertips danced down to her folds and lightly kneaded her flesh while my tongue started drawing wet circles around her bud. My fingers found her clitoris and gently massaged, pressed and squeezed. Another finger found it’s way into her vagina. She was wet to the touch and my finger spread her juice over her pussy lips and clit. The scent of lovemaking was heavy in the air. My tongue began more aggressive ministrations on her anus. She swooned, and wobbled a little.



I stood up and began rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her rear. Holding it at the base, I guided it from her clitoris gently up to her beautiful bud. I pushed just a bit at her bud and saw her bud contract, then push out. I slid my penis down slowly to her labia, pushing them apart, wet-slippery apart, moving slowly until I contacted her clitoris again. It had grown; thrusting further from it hooded shelter. I pushed passed it, rubbing my shaft along it as much as I could, then, drawing back, began the process again.



I did this several more times, luxuriating in every soft, wet, physical sensation. Valeri was moaning with each passage over her clit, and after a while, shivered in a mild orgasm. I move cautiously, not rushing her pleasure. I once again push my penis through her labia, but this time pausing over her vaginal entrance, moving the tip around those lovely full pussy lips. I caressed her opening that way trying to prolong her orgasm. Then I slowly pushed in until with one long continuous stroke until I was completely buried in her. Just as slowly I drew out again. I hand-guided my cock back to her clit, and back to her anus again. I returned to her tunnel and pushed easily in, still very slowly to full penetration. Valeri whimpered and I moaned. I thrust in and out several times and withdrew. I rubbed my cock against her clit again. Then back to her sweet bud.



“Was that you who stuck my cock up their ass toward the end there?” I asked as I moved my cock around her perfect star. She didn’t answer, but her little bud pulsed in and out. It push out hard when my penis pushed against it, and she moaned deeply. I pushed against her little hole several times, each time she echoed with a moan. She was very slick and wet from our combined juices.



I press once more, but this time I continued pressing. Her bud pushed out and in an instant I entered her. Valeri moaned so loud, with such a deep growl, that I thought I had hurt her, and I quickly pulled out.



“What are you doing?” she yelled immediately. “Stop teasing me!”



“I thought I hurt you!” I exclaimed. “You make a…”



She cut me off, “Don’t talk. Just do it.” It was an order. It was a command. Who was I to argue? I lined my cock up again with that pulsing, eager bud and pressed against it once again. There was almost no resistance. I slipped the knob of my cock past the firm muscle of her anus and she moaned with that same guttural deep voice. Her sphincter clamped down on my penis and made me moan right along with her. I pushed slowly in. It was sensational. I never felt anything so tight and so hot! I pushed gradually in until my groin pressed against the cheeks of Valeri’s butt. I held us together there, lost for the moment in the pure physical feeling, in the knowledge that I was buried in Valeri’s beautiful ass. This had been a day of unbelievable happenings, unimagined feelings and sensations. This moment, perhaps because it was just the two of us, perhaps because of its overwhelming intimacy, was the most wonderful and moving of them all. My revere was apparently shared.



Valeri said in a horse voice, almost a whisper, “It feel like you’re cock is so deep in me that…I can’t describe it, I can’t believe it.”



I began pulling out and she began to alternately tighten and relax her muscles. I couldn’t believe it either. When I was almost all the way out, when the head of my penis was half exposed, I reversed and push back in again. Both of us started a regular routine of moaning. It grew louder as I increased my rhythm.



Valeri couldn’t hold herself up any longer with me pushing against her. We duck-walked a few steps and she grabbed the weigh bench for support. Our pace continued to increase until I was slamming into her, our bodies making a slapping noise in chorus with my grunts and Valeri’s groans. I exploded moments before she did. I lost all coordination and thrust into her wildly. She bucked, and pushed back, until neither of us had anything left.



Valeri collapsed to her knees and her breasts dropped to the weigh bench, yanking my penis out as she dropped. I dropped to my knees and fell with my head against her sweating ass. My cheek was pressed against her cheek. Her bud, just inches in front of my eyes, was still open wide, pink and red descending into darkness down that tunnel where I had just unloaded. I watched as her well used bud pulsed and slowly closed.



I could do nothing but marvel at all that had taken place as I tried to catch my breath. Valeri spoke first.



“I could feel your sperm shoot into me, I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said, her breathing still somewhat labored. “It was amazing. And, to answer your question — no, that was not me, not my ass you fucked earlier. I don’t think I will tell you much about this day, but I just want you to know, what we just did was the first and only time I have done this. But I don’t think it will be the last”. I looked at her. There was that familiar, lovable, SEG again.



“So why won’t you tell me about today? You tricked me, KNOCKED ME OUT, shaved my crotch bald, used and abused me. You owe me! So out with it, give me all the sordid details, women!”



“No chance, Man!” she replied in kind. You were well rewarded for your… services. So just forget it. You get no information!” She was laughing at my plight.



I sat up, but not before licking her rosy bud one last time. She shuddered. I badgered her to give me details, names, and describe what took place, but she refused, laughing with delight as I continued to pester her. I had a pretty good idea of what went on, being that I participated completely, but I was really curious, and especially about who the other women were, and how many there were. My best guess was five. But Valeri would say nothing. I just didn’t know.

Nina was barely conscious as she felt herself being carefully lifted from the car. She was desperately trying to remember what had happened and how she got there as she felt his hands cradle around her limp body, holding her against his chest. Her mind was a jumbled mess of racing thoughts, as she struggled to reassemble the images from that night. But the thought at the forefront of her mind was who was carrying her and where was she?



He transferred the weight of her body onto his left arm, as he opened the door to the house. He was careful entering the doorway, as to not hit her head against the frame. He could hear her starting to stir; she was waking. He marched up the stairs to the far bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed. He took a moment to admire her simple beauty, before he moved to her, and began to remove her clothes.



There, she was naked. It was an image he had only dreamed about until now. And here she was, finally his. Movement was coming to her lifeless body, and he knew she’d be fully awake soon. He quickly moved to her side once more and took each of her wrists in his hands and raised them up towards the head of the bed. He fastened each wrist in the restraints and tugged on them slightly, checking to make sure she was secure. And then, he waited, ever so patiently as her eyes began to flutter open, focusing in on his face.



Recognition was settling in. She knew him, though not well, but she recognized his face. He worked just the next hall over from her office. He was quiet and shy. She always thought he looked so sad. When she’d pass him in the hallway, she’d offer a polite smile. Who was he, and why was he doing this to her?



He ran his fingers down the side of her face ever so softly; it was as if he was touching her for the very first time. He continued to trace the curves of her body, down her side past her breast, to her hip and around her buttocks. She jumped at his touch. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest. She wanted to scream; she knew she should. But she couldn’t. Something was stopping her. He ran his hand across her stomach. What was he going to do to her?



Her breathing was uneven, and she began to take in quicker, shallower breaths. She could feel the wet streaks down the sides of her face as tears formed in her eyes and then spilled overflowingly down her cheeks. She looked into his eyes again, and they looked troubled, worried. He took his finger and wiped the tears off her face. He then took his hand and cupped the right side of her face in his palm, and ran his thumb across her cheekbone. It was like he could sense her fear, and it saddened him.



He leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. As he started to move his head downward, he stopped just for a second and gazed into her eyes. Then he moved to her mouth and kissed her lips. His kiss was deliberate, and almost rough. He was letting her know she was his. Emotions began to overwhelm Nina, as she processed what was taking place. But the one thing that caught her most off guard, was that a part of her, liked it.



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Ryan knew what she wanted; what she wanted but would never say out loud. They were her fantasies, her innermost secrets. He had known them for months, but tonight was the night they would come true.



He recalled the first time he noticed her. Sure he had seen her around the office floor, or in the elevator, but that wasn’t it. He had been working late trying to reconfigure a system error he had encountered when running a routine diagnostic. It could have waited until Monday, but he had an expense report due & a video-conference that day, and he figured he might as well fix the problem now, and come in late Monday morning. That’s when he heard her voice. He had thought everyone had gone home for the weekend, but when he peeked out into the hallway, he could see the light to her office still on.



I wish Cynthia had given this to me sooner. I was hoping to stop by the hospital on my way home to see Dante, but it’s too late now. I’ll go by in the morning. He’s in a coma after all…



He was wondering what she was working on so late, and wondered why it couldn’t wait until Monday. And who was this Dante person in the hospital? He figured he’d stopped by her office to see if she needed anything, when he heard her again…



Ugh! This isn’t even my client! Robert needs to keep better track of his files. Why do I do this? This should be his problem, not mine. Well, technically, it isn’t mine; it IS his. But I know he’ll come strolling in late Monday morning, and with the contract meeting Monday if this report isn’t filed in time, we’ll lose this client…



Ryan started to laugh to himself as he listened to her rambling on, debating with herself out loud when… he nearly fell against the wall, holding his breath. It wasn’t possible. No. He forced himself to peek around the corner once more. He could hear her rambling on through her thoughts, but her lips were not moving! He could hear her clear as glass, but her mouth was shut. It was impossible. He dashed back to his office, gasping. He was hearing her thoughts…



The rest of the weekend he couldn’t sleep. He replayed every moment of that late evening in his head. He had to have been dreaming. He was working late, and was tired. Dreaming was the only explanation.



Monday morning he got to work early, before most people had arrived. He was on edge; he had to see her. He tested his theory out on those who started to stroll into the office. He watched them intently as they strode to their cubicles. Nothing. Not a sound. He went back to his chair and started to roam through his email.



Okay. So I’ll just quickly go over Robert’s files once more. And then I’ll put the finishing touches on mine. Then I’ll send Cynthia these edits… WHAT?! Oh gosh! The meeting has been moved up to 9 AM. Ugh. There’s not enough time! And I haven’t even gone over the Covington account since Thursday…



Ryan had run to his doorway just as she passed by catching the last bits of her strained thoughts. He took in a deep breath, and sighed silently to himself. Her mouth never uttered a word.



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For the next 6 months, Ryan watched her. His eyes mesmerized by her. She was 5′ 7”, with brown hair that had natural auburn highlights weaving through it. The length fell down her back, a couple inches past her shoulders. She was small for her size, maybe only weighing around 115 lbs. She had breasts that were just the right size, he thought, not too big and not too small. Her small frame suited her. Her pale skin had a hint of bronze to it, and she had these deep brown eyes that he loved to try and catch a glimpse of. He had to know the reasoning behind this mystery. He had to know everything about her.



At work he tried to leave her be, for most of what was on her mind was her work. It bothered him that she seemed to take on the work of others in the office who didn’t seem to be as compelled to complete their tasks as she did. People like Robert, who chose to do the bare minimum of their job and leave the rest behind for others to finish; and by others, Nina. Ryan figured that at least 5 of the last 12 clients the company landed contracts with in the past year, was all do to Nina finishing the files for those such as Robert. He wondered what would have happened had she just left Robert’s mess for Robert to finish cleaning up. He decided to stop listening to her for a while, because such things angered him. It was what entered her mind when she left the office that interested him.



Almost every night Nina went to the hospital to visit Dante, who Ryan found out to be her brother. He was in a coma due to a climbing accident, and had been for nearly 8 months now. Ryan admired the devotion to her brother even though he was not conscious to appreciate it. She’d stay at least 2 hours usually, talking to him, telling him about her day (well, she’d omit the parts about how she basically kept the company in its good standings due to her taking on the work of others, but nonetheless…), or reading him a few chapters from one of the classics. She was a good sister. When she was with Dante, most of her thoughts swelled around memories of them growing up as children. Ryan liked these; it gave him insight to who she was. What he found most interesting of all, is that after the death of her parents when she was 19, she got a full-time job interning at a law firm, while she continued to attend college, and took custody of then, 14 year old Dante. Between their inheritance and her job, she was able to support herself and her brother until Dante was old enough to take care of himself. She graduated at 23 and has been working with the company for the last 4 years; she was now 28.



After she left from the hospital, Ryan would follow her home. He climbed up into the tree to the side of her apartment and watched her through the windows. He watched her cook herself a simple dinner and then head to the shower. Then she’d crawl into bed, usually with a book, and read for a while until she turned the lights out and went to bed. Sometimes, Nina would leave the window open and this is what Ryan waited for. With the window open he could hear her mind at work. She’d run through the day, checking to make sure she didn’t forget anything that needed to be done the next morning. She thought about Dante, and Ryan could sense her sadness. And finally her thoughts started to drift into dreams. It was here Ryan started to explore her secrets. Soon Ryan would climb down from the tree and leave her to sleep. It was hard for him to do, for he grew to care for her. He longed to do something for her to bring her happiness. For now, he would head home and reflect on all he had learned.



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It was like he knew her every thought, the way he anticipated her every secret need. His gentle touch set her at ease, almost blocking out the fear trying to rage inside of her. His tender eyes looked at her with sincerity; she wanted to trust him. He continued to glide his hands over her naked body; caressing her, as if he was trying to assure himself she was real. Soon he lowered his head just above her left breast and slowly took her nipple into his mouth. He lightly sucked on her, massaging her with his tongue, while his hands moved to her hips. She gasped when his hands moved to the small of her back just above her buttocks, and then slowly ran down under her backside. He moved his mouth to her right nipple and started to suck and taste her with his tongue as his hands now slid down her bottom and rested just underneath, on the backs of her thighs.



All that could escape from her mouth was a barely audible whisper, “please.” He stopped and looked up at her. He wished that in that instance he could make her understand that this was all for her. But words could not convey what was going to take place. He had to just show her. She would thank him in the end. She had to, he thought.



He moved his lips next to her ear and whispered to her, “Shh. Just relax. I am not going to hurt you.” She sucked down a sob, and tilted her face towards the ceiling to force the tears back into her eyes.



Ryan reached his left hand up to her hands bound securely above her head. He cupped her fingers in his, and then slowly dragged his fingertips down the side of her right arm to just underneath her right breast. He then took his hand and carefully tilted her chin back down to meet him, and kissed her again. This kiss was not as rough as before, still passionate, but she could feel tenderness in it this time. She could feel his breath on her face, and it had a sweet scent to it. She tried to focus on what it was in an attempt to try and settle her mind a little.



She was distracted but a moment, before she could feel his hands behind her shoulders, sliding down her back. His mouth was kissing a trail down her sternum, to her bellybutton, and then stopped just at her pubic hairline. She didn’t like hair down there, so she was clean and shaven. It wasn’t for anyone, for she had never been touched there before. She was a virgin, and he knew it.



Her mind knew where this was going, and her heart started racing again. She tugged on the restraints that bound her wrists, and her legs started to squirm. “Shhh.” He whispered again, “Just relax.”



Darting his eyes from where he was about to go, up to her eyes and then back down again, he concealed the slight smirk on his face. He had watched her lips utter, “No, please,” but in her mind she was picturing what he was about to do, and in her mind he heard her sigh, “yes.”



Ryan positioned his mouth just in front of her clitoris, and moved in slowly, as to not startle her too much, as he softly guided his tongue against her. He moved his hands to her hips once more as she arched her back and drew in a deep breath. For several minutes he pleasured her, massaging her clit with his tongue, sucking on her ever so gently. She could feel herself growing sticky & wet, dripping from her vagina, and she started to cry a little from shame and embarrassment. Her body was betraying her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She arched her back again, as his tongue went to work, and she could hear the moans starting to escape from her mouth.



His mouth worked harder at her clit as her moans grew louder and more frequent. He then, without moving his mouth from her, shifted his position a little, and she could feel him slide a finger into her pussy. His finger was gliding in and out of her, touching her sensitive skin. She didn’t understand her body, and was overwhelmed by all the new sensations that she screamed out ending in almost a screech, “AHHHHH-HHMM!” She was now panting, and she felt like she was sitting in slime. What had just happened?



Ryan moved away from her and walked into the bathroom. She found herself fighting back her dissatisfaction that he had walked away from her in this state. But then the fear returned as she saw him enter the room again, wearing just a towel around his waist. He climbed back onto the bed, and removed the towel from his waist. He moved to her legs, and climbed between them as he pulled them apart. Everything inside her was telling her to fight back! To kick and scream, and try to get away, but she was petrified, unable to move. She felt him place each of her legs up and over his shoulders as he leaned towards her. He lifted her bottom just enough to slide the towel underneath her. He finally grabbed a condom and slipped it onto his penis, now erect and ready to work.



He inched closer to her, and positioned himself. He spread her legs a little further apart, and she could feel the tip of his manhood at the entrance to her virginity. He took his hands and placed them up on her knees, and ran them down her thighs. Then he leaned himself forward a little, and she could feel him start to enter her.



“Please.” She pleaded. But he seemed to ignore her as he again ran his hands down her thighs once more as he continued to insert his penis further into her vagina. Her lubricant aided him as he slowly slid into her. He didn’t want to hurt her anymore than he had to. He knew being her first time there would be some pain, but he promised he would still be gentle.



She could feel him widen her the deeper in he went. She thought for sure her heart would beat out of her chest. She let out a whimper of pain as he stretched her more. She didn’t think she could take much more, “how big was he?” she thought to herself. And then, with one final thrust, he was all the way inside her. She yelped in pain, and begged him to pull back out of her. But again he ignored her pleas. Instead, he patiently remained still, allowing her to adjust to this new fullness she was experiencing. He spoke to her kindly, telling her to take deep breaths, and to try to relax. With one hand he supported himself against her, and with the other he went to work messaging her clit once again.



Nina took in a couple deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves, and to relax. She felt his hand move to her clit, and started to feel that sensation of desperation and pleasure begin to consume her again. Distracted by his stimulation, she was able to relax her vaginal muscles around his penis. As he felt her relax, he knew it was his cue to move again. And slowly at first, in rhythm with the fingers on her clit, he thrust in and out of her.



Nina was afraid of the pain when he started to move his body again, but to her surprise, mixed with the pain was a new pleasure, and she reluctantly welcomed it. Soon the pain was subsiding, and there were only the pleasurable sensations. Her hips began to move in sequence with his thrusts. Moans were escaping from Nina’s mouth again, and Ryan took the cue and initiated moving faster and harder. Between his hand and his penis, Nina could not hold herself back any longer, and her cries grew louder. She wasn’t sure what it was that she needed or wanted, but as her body continued to move in time with his, she needed something.



“OH MY GOSH, OH NO OH!” Nina cried. “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, I need, I need, UHN UHN UHN!”



Ryan knew what she needed. She needed release, and she was on the brink of her first big orgasm. He didn’t want her suffering any longer, so he moved faster and harder in and out of her, until she finally reached her climax.



“OH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Nina screamed, as she arched her back and pulled down against the restraints. Ryan felt her legs lock against him as her vagina convulsed around his manhood deep inside her. The feeling was sensational and he felt a sense of great pride knowing he had given her such pleasure. He started to ease up on his thrusting and slowed his fingers on her clit as she came down from her climax. When he felt her body go limp and relax again, he pulled out of her and crawled up to cradle her body in his arms. He released her hands from the restraints, and turned her body onto her side. He allowed her hands to relax and just held her in his arms as her breathing slowed. He stroked her face and smiled down at her, kindly.



He could see that she was exhausted. He still had plans for her, still had places on her body to explore, but that could wait. He wanted her to rest a little. So he lifted her up off the bed just enough to pull the covers back and then placed her back down underneath them. He pulled the blankets up around her, kissed her forehead, and let her drift off to sleep. Once he was sure she was out, he climbed off the bed, threw on some sweat pants & a sweatshirt, and headed out of the room. Just before he closed the door, he turned back and whispered to her, “Sleep well my beautiful Nina. For I have more planned for you in the morning.”



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Nina wasn’t sure what it was that woke her, and she almost was annoyed that it had. She felt so warm and comfortable in the bed that she didn’t wish to be awake just yet. She went to stretch her arms & legs, and let out a whimpering, “OW.” Her body ached, and her head spun. All that had taken place last night was still a jumble in her head. She remembered stopping by the diner last night after she had gone to see Dante because she was too tired to make dinner. She had opted to enjoy a beer with her food and wondered if that had turned out to be not such a good idea. She remembered paying the bill, and then walking to her car parked just off to the side of the back lot. She had almost made it to her car when she had reach in her bag to take out her keys, and had dropped them to the ground. She bent down to pick them up, but when she stood, she felt light-headed and faint. She couldn’t remember actually making it to her car, but she must have, right? She was home in her bed. She opened her eyes to welcome the sunshine, and suddenly had a sinking feeling feel her stomach. This was not her bed, and this was not her room. She shot up to a sitting position in the bed, and quickly regretted it. She felt a pair of gentle but firm hands on her back and shoulders guiding her back down on to the bed. She rolled back towards him so she could see his face. As she made eye contact, recognition hit her and the images, emotions and feelings from last night, with him, flashed through her mind. It was real. Last night really happened.

Ryan brushed a strand of hair from her face as he took in the look of confusion and anger on her face. “What did you do to me last night?” she demanded, a stern look across her face.



“Nothing you had never thought about before,” he responded, as a coy smirk appeared on his mouth.



“I never asked, thought or wanted you to drug, kidnap, and rape me!” she yelled back.



“You never thought or asked out loud. But you have thought about it, in fact you’ve dreamt about it. I only brought your dreams to life. And I intend to bring some others to life as well, later on…” Ryan let the rest of that thought trail out as he turned back to Nina’s face growing with rage. She obviously didn’t believe he was doing this in her best interest, and that hurt him a little.



She could see a glint of disappointment in his eyes as he looked at her, but she dismissed it and continued with her retort. “How would YOU know what I dream about, huh? And what gives you the right to carry them out anyway? They’re MY dreams!”



Although he could clearly see she was angry, he could also see her replaying the scenes from last night in her mind, and as she reexamined her moments of climax, her pulse quickened. This gave him the edge he needed. “Tell me then, can you say with 100% certainty that you did not enjoy anything from last night? Not one moment? Can you tell me that no part about last night you would want to relive? Do you regret everything that happened to you last night?”



Nina couldn’t believe what he was saying to her. Did he honestly expect her to say that she enjoyed what he did to her last night? And again, the moment of him inside of her as she was thrusting in unison with him as he stroked her clitoris, bringing her to orgasm entered her mind. She could feel herself getting damp down there. Her breathing sped, and she had to fight to regain her composure. She couldn’t let him know that last night was amazing. That last night she felt free for the first time in a long time. She couldn’t let him know that she longed for him to touch her…



“No!” she screamed inside her head.



Ryan could hardly hide the smile that crept over his face.



She looked at him at first with a terror that he may have heard everything that just ran through her mind. But she quickly dismissed that thought… he couldn’t know what she was thinking, how silly of her.



Before she could go back to being angry with him, he yanked the blankets off from her, and tossed a robe over. Suddenly his mood was light and playful as he said to her, “put that on and come down for breakfast. I know you are hungry.” And with that he exited from the room laughing to himself.



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Reluctantly, Nina donned on the robe and went downstairs. She could smell the aroma of food in the air when she pulled open the door. And she had to admit she was starving. She took her steps carefully as she came down the stairs. She was still sore from last night. She walked over to the table. She could see he had replaced one of the chairs at the table with a padded more comfortable chair. She assumed it was for him, but was taken aback, almost touched, when he motioned for her to sit in the chair.



There was juice set out on the table, apple-raspberry, her favorite. There was hot cereal, a bowl of mixed fresh fruit, hot scones with sweet cream & jam, and some hot tea. She could hardly believe it. This was a typical breakfast for her perhaps, but not for him. He sat down across from her, gave her a soft smile, and then ushered her to eat. She was reluctant at first, but she could tell her stomach was about to growl and quickly tossed a piece of fruit into her mouth. They ate in silence, every once in a while he would try to hide a smile or a laugh. It was like there was some inside joke going on that only he was in on. But the food was delicious, and she ate until she felt full.



When she was finished, she looked back towards the stairs for a moment, and then jerked her head back to the table when she heard him get up. “You can go take a shower or a bath and relax if you’d like while I clean up here.” He spoke to her so kindly. She could sense a bit of concern in his voice, and she wondered what it was for. Nina nodded to him, and then got up from the table and headed back up the stairs.



With each painful step she took, she was grateful when she reached the top. She dashed back into the room. She first ran to the window and looked out. Forest. There was nothing around that she could see, aside from trees. Great. If I tried to make a run for it, I’d probably end up tripping and falling into a ditch. She looked around for a phone, but couldn’t even find a phone jack in the room. And no phones. For a guy that works between our department and the IT department, you’d think he’d be a little more technologically up to date. She half expected him to have touch screen videophones in every room. Either that or flat screens & blue-ray.



She decided to concede for the moment, and to go relieve her aching muscles. She went into the bathroom to draw a bath. She looked under the sink to find some bubble bath solution. Why in the world does he have this in here? She wondered. Who cares. She poured some of the soap into the bath water and watched it suds. When the bath was about half full, she dipped her toe in to test the temperature. Perfect. She stepped into the bathtub and laid down in the water, and let herself just forget about it all for a few minutes.



“You just about done in there?” Ryan asked popping his head in through the door.



Startled back to reality, Nina eked out an, “I think s-so. How long have I been in here?”



“About 30 minutes,” Ryan teased.



Hmmm. She thought.



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He came in a grabbed a towel off the rack for her, and held it out for her. She gave him a look, and then sighed. She stood up out of the water, stepped out of the tub and into the towel, and his waiting arms. He wrapped her in the towel, drew her to him, and kissed her forehead. He leaned into the tub and pulled up the drain. As the water escaped from the tub, he turned back to her and led her back into the bedroom, and towards the bed. As she entered, she saw something strange hanging on the post. It was a large hot water bottle bag with a tube hanging out the bottom of it. She clenched her fists around the towel afraid of what was about to happen next.



Ryan guided her back onto the bed and had her lay on the towel on her left side, with her right leg brought up to her chest just a little. “I told you I had some plans for you today. And they are about to begin. I know you are frightened, but you don’t need to be. This is not going to hurt you. You might even find it pleasurable after a while. Just try to relax, and take in the sensations you feel. Remember to breathe.”



And with that, she felt Ryan come up behind her and spread her butt cheeks open with one of his hands. She reached back instinctively to try and stop him, but he caught her in mid-air. “If you are gonna fight me on this, I will restrain your hands like I did last night. I think I have proven I am not going to harm you. Just trust me on this, and don’t fight me, okay?”



Nina thought about it for a second, and then answered sharply, “Fine.” She felt his hand return to her bottom and spread her again, exposing her anus to him. She felt embarrassed and ashamed that she was letting him touch her again, and then she felt the cool gel on her. She felt his finger carefully and gently rub the gel onto her anus. Very slowly she felt him start to push some of the gel into her. Then she felt the tip of his finger enter her, and she jumped a little. “You’re okay, just try to relax. I’ll go slow.” She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. She grabbed a near-by pillow and held it against her chest.



Ryan gingerly moved his finger in and out of her, each time pushing a little more of the lubricated goo into her orifice. Soon he pushed his way past her sphincter and into her anal canal. He continued to move in and out of her, and rotated his finger as well, being sure to coat all of her with the lubricant evenly.



Nina clutched the pillow tighter and tighter to her as she felt him insert his finger further into her anus. The feeling was uncomfortable, but not painful. She just wanted him to hurry up and do whatever it was he was doing and to pull his finger out of her. And soon she got her wish and she felt his finger finally exit her anus all the way. She took in another deep breath and opened her eyes, as she eased her death grip on the pillow. But her relief was short lived when she heard the next words come from his mouth.



“Okay, I am going to give you an enema now. I’ve lubricated your anus so the nozzle will go in easily. Once I have inserted it into you, I’ll release the clamp and you’ll feel warm water start to flood into your rectum. We’ll start off with a pint or two and see how you do. Then we’ll go from there. You ready?” That was all the warning she had before she felt him spread her backside open again to insert the nozzle.



Nina barely had time to process all he had just said to her. She felt the nozzle press against her anus. Her instinct was to clench herself shut at the feeling. She heard him laugh a little before he spoke to her. “It’s okay, it won’t hurt, I promise. Just relax. Try pushing out like you are going to the bathroom. It’ll open your sphincter and will help the nozzle insert easier and faster.” She couldn’t believe this was about to happen. But, she did as he asked, and pushed out like she was going to the bathroom, and she felt him tenderly push the nozzle into her. It slid in effortlessly due to the lube he had put in her. And she could feel it sitting up inside her. She didn’t like the feeling. It was hard, and uncomfortable, and it made her feel full. She wanted it out. And then she heard the clamp “pop” and shortly after that, the water started to fill her.



“Ohhhh.” Nina closed her eyes again, and pulled the pillow closer to her. The water was filling her so fast, and the sensation was overwhelming to her. The warm water felt nice, but then there was a little cramping and she let out a groan.



She felt him come sit beside her. He placed one hand on the small of her lower back and the other on her abdomen. He alternated massaging her back and her abdomen to help relieve the pain of the cramping and fullness. She could hear his voice speaking softly to her, telling her that she was doing great, and that it was almost over. She didn’t think she could take any more water, when she heard him say, “Okay that’s enough for this one.” He helped her up off the bed and guided her to the toilet so she could expel the water. He closed the door behind her so she would have some privacy.



When she was finished she opened the door and came back into the bedroom. She was horrified to see him gesturing her to come lay back down on the bed again. Oh no, I can’t do this again… she thought. He smiled at her, and reached for her hand. “You can do this. We’ve got to clean the soap out from the last enema. Now lie down, this time on your stomach.”



Nina did as he asked, and lay down on the bed, on her stomach. She felt him spread her cheeks again, and he massaged a little bit more of the lubricant into her. Then she felt him go to insert the nozzle, and again she push out to help the nozzle ease in. “Good girl,” she heard him say to her. Once the nozzle was in place, she heard him release the clamp again, and felt the water come rushing into her. It felt like the water was coming in faster this time, and the cramping started again. He massaged her back and reached under her to massage her belly. Her breathing started to speed up as she fought to take in deep slow breathes. The feeling of overwhelming fullness came over her again, and she didn’t think she could take much more. And once again, just after the thoughts of her turning into a human geyser entered her mind, he was clamping the hose off, pulling the nozzle out and helping her off the bed and to the toilet.



As Nina returned from the bathroom, a look of defeat entered her face as she saw that there was going to be yet another enema. “You took almost 2 pints this time. This is the last one, I promise.”



She slowly walked back over to him, and climbed onto the bed. This time, he positioned her on her knees, and then bent her at her waist down onto her elbows, so her bottom was up in the air, and already spreading for him. She felt ridiculous. Better get used to this position, Ryan secretly thought to himself.



He pushed her knees apart a little further, and then went to her bottom. He pulled her cheeks apart and massaged a little more lube into her. He then went to insert the nozzle. The water came gushing into her, and Nina let out some groans at the experience. She could feel the water diving deeper and deeper into her. Her abdomen was starting to distend, and she grew anxious. “You’re okay, love,” he said to her. He massaged her butt cheeks, and her back, and her abdomen until all 2.5 pints of water had filled her. Nina waited for him to remove the nozzle and then help her off the bed to the bathroom, but instead, after he removed the nozzle, she felt something else shoved into her. It was thick, and sort of round she thought. And it was much bigger than the nozzle or his finger had been. She had no time to protest before she felt it pushed passed her sphincter and into her anal cavity. She felt herself fall forward onto her arms a little, as she let out a scream, “AYEE!”



He reached under her to catch her, and lifted her up, and rolled her onto her back to face him. “I have inserted a butt plug into you to help you retain the water for a few minutes. This enema is larger and has gone further up into your bowels. It needs time to work. It’s cleaning out anything lingering. Just try to hold this in for as long as you can.”



Anything lingering? Gross, Nina thought to herself as he said that. She caught him holding back a smirk. I swear he hears me…



She laid there in his arms for what seemed like an eternity, trying not to think about the building pressure inside her. It had only been about 10 minutes, but he finally helped her up and to the toilet. He helped her remove the plug from her anus, and the water came gushing from her. Her body was shaking from the torrents pouring from her. This time he didn’t leave her alone in the bathroom. He stayed by her rubbing her shoulders, arms, and thighs. She felt embarrassed that he was still in the room, but she was far more grateful that she was finally able to get all of this out of her. When she had emptied herself, he handed her a wet cloth to clean herself with. He then helped her from the toilet, and back onto the bed. Nina lay on the bed worn out from the enemas. She had hoped that he was done with her for the day, and that she could rest. But when she felt him come to her, she knew, he was not done with her quite yet.



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Ryan crawled up behind her, and whispered in her hear, “My beautiful Nina. Now is when I make more of your dreams, come true…”



“What if I don’t want any more of them to come true?” She whined. Ryan chuckled a little before he answered her. “But you don’t really mean that, Nina. Give in to me, Nina. You know you want to.”



“Noooooooo, I don’t want to!” She protested. “I want you to leave me alone!”



And then she felt his hands on her again. His lips were moving up and down her neck. His left hand reached around her to caress her breasts, while his right hand moved down to her clit and began to rub her. She tried to struggle against him as his lips moved to her nipples and began to lick and suck them. He had adjusted his hand so that his thumb was on her clit while his fingers were moving in and out of her pussy.



Nina’s body was betraying her. Her anger was being overcome by the sexual pleasures she was feeling. She let out a half-hearted, “Stop,” before a moan escaped from her lips.



Then suddenly he pulled himself from her and stared down at her, trying to be serious. “Really, Nina? Okay, I’ll stop.” She looked up at him puzzled. Her breathing was labored, almost to panting, and her pussy was dripping, her heart was racing… she was so confused about what she wanted that all she could do was scream, “RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” She dropped her hands to her sides, and nearly started crying. No, I don’t want you to stop. I want you to keep going, I want to feel you. I, I need you. I shouldn’t, but… she thought silently to herself.



And then she felt his hands on her once again. He took her body and moved her into the position he wanted. Nina was too overwhelmed and defeated to fight him; she wasn’t even sure about what he was doing. He moved her back onto her knees, and spread them apart like before. He bent her at her waist and eased her down on to her elbows, turning her head to rest on the pillow. He took the lubricant bottle and squirted it onto his finger. And from there, he moved his finger back to her anus. She felt him massage her private place again. She welcomed the sensation. He pushed his finger into her, and he could feel her relaxing this time, allowing him to enter her more easily. He rubbed the lube all around inside of her, in and out, first one finger, and then two. He could feel her sphincter accepting his fingers and then closing around them. He could hear her quietly moaning into the pillow. She was embarrassed by how good this was feeling. She felt him remove his fingers from her, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness. She gave him a whine alerting him of her disapproval.



“Haha, don’t worry, you’ll be filled again… just hold on one moment.” He responded to her. Ryan took the lubricant once more and squeezed some of the gel onto his erection. He was sure to coat himself on his whole shaft. He didn’t want to risk hurting her. He positioned himself behind her, guiding the head to her opening. She could feel him start to push into her. She pushed back both with her hips, but also pushing out opening her sphincter for him. He slowly started to slide into her, carefully.



She could feel him stretching her, he felt huge. She wanted to cry out from the pain, but she also wanted to feel him inside her. She pushed out with her anal muscles and she pushed back against him with her hips. Ryan felt her muscles open to him inside her, and with that he advanced himself into her a little further. He was about half way in her, when he told her to just hold on and relax a minute. He could sense her anxiety, hear her breathing turn into a pant, and hear her thoughts both crying out in pain & begging for him. He needed her to relax her body. So he held his position, and rubbed her back, buttocks & thighs. When he felt her body ease up its tension, and her inner muscles release, he eased himself in a little more. He was almost there.



“Nina, when I tell you to, take a deep breath, and push back against me.” Ryan coached her, knowing he was just one good thrust away from being fully inside of her. “Ready? Now! Push Nina!” Nina took a deep breath in, and pushed back against him, opening herself the best she could. Ryan thrust one good thrust into her, and with that he slid the final inch into her.



“Good job, Nina. I’m all the way inside you now. Just rest a moment, and keep breathing.” He said to her, trying to calm all the racing emotions and thoughts rushing through her.



“You are so big, so big inside me. I don’t know if I can take any more. It hurts, it hurts feeling you stretch me, but, but, I don’t think I want you to…stop. I just, I just…” she couldn’t finish her sentence. Her body started to shake. “Breathe NINA!” Ryan called to her, as he rubbed his hands over her back.

Rachel and I had been married for three years. We had a little house in the suburbs near Kansas City. We spent most of our time just hanging out or entertaining guests.



I have always been pretty hard into weight lifting,blonde hair, blue eyes, good, strong build. Rachel was 5’8, 135, black hair, green eyes, nice ass, and a 34B with puffy nipples.



One day, last year, I came home from work to see Rachel’s car gone. I walked in, sat my gym bag down, and turned on the TV. I sat there watching sport center for a little while when I heard the garage door open. I paid no attention, as it was bound to be Rachel – wrong!



Two black men came into my house, and saw me sitting there. I made a dash upstairs where I kept my glock 17, but by the time I had it pulled out, they tackled me hard to the ground. We got into a bit of a fist fight until one of them bashed me in the head with one of Rachel’s candlesticks.



I woke up tied to a chair, still in my gyms shorts and shirt. The two black men were undressing Rachel. Her skin looked so white a silky compared to these men. They had her completely stripped down, and tied her legs to the bed post, the her arms over her legs to the under carriage of the bed. She was completely exposed.



One of the men, Sean, commented that “even her asshole is waxed!” I could see shameful pride glisten in her eyes. I could see saliva oozing out of the sides of the gag they had in her mouth.



“Look, guys, I have $400 in my wallet downstairs; you can take it and leave. No police action needs to be taken if you just go now.”



“Well, I thank you for the offer, but we are going to take whatever we want.” He smiled. “My name, to you, is Sean. I see you have a little ‘poke’ coming through. Does it excite you to see your wife tied up like this?”



I would never say yes to that no matter the fact that secretly, it was. “Fuck you, clown!”



To that, Sean spanked Rachel’s vagina so hard it turned red immediately. She let out a muffled whimper. Sean wadded up Rachel’s panties, walked over, and squeezed my cock and balls hard! “AAHH fuck!” I yelled as he rammed her, surprisingly wet panties in my mouth and duct tapped them in.



“Just ’cause we don’t need comments from the peanut gallery.” Sean looked down as he felt up my cock a little more. “Not bad for a white guy.” He smirked and gave me a little nudge on the arm.



Sean began to strip as his black friend was fingering Rachel’s pussy. He was decently buff, but what surprised me was his cock length and girth. Now, I wasn’t ‘lacking’ in the department. I had been told by a good handful of women, Rachel included, that I was the biggest they had ever seen; however, Sean’s made mine look like a skinny midget.



I looked over at Rachel, and I could see the fear in her eyes. She started shaking her head and crying as the other black guy had 3 fingers buried deep in her vagina. Sean strattled Rachel and spat on his dick.



Sean looked at Rachel: “if you struggle, this is going to hurt. Your best bet is just to relax. Will you relax for me?” Rachel shook her head yes, and Sean removed the gag from her mouth. I thought to myself… was she really okay with this?



Sean pushed the mead of his fat cock into her pussy, and Rachel let out a painful moan. Sean took a few second to get his cock half way in Rachel who was almost at the point of tears now. Sean relaxed for a moment, then in one single last lunge, he pushed the rest of the way in Rachel. “OH FUCK! Sean!” She blurted out.



Sean began pumping away at her expanding pussy. Rachel was humming away in coos when Sean asked. “Where were you today, Rachel?” She made no comment. “Tell your husband where you were today, and I’ll stop.”



Rachel’s moans stopped for a moments…”Having a drink with you.” Sean laughed as her moans began again. “And then what?” Rachel’s tone was one that said she was crying. I sucked you off in the bathroom at the bar.” I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. How long had Rachel been seeing other people? Cheating? Yeah, yeah, we all slip up. I had ‘friends’ that I saw from time to time. My thoughts were interrupted.



“What was I doing when you blew me?” Rachel made no comment. Then I heard a loud slap. “What was I doing?” Hearing another slap. “You were taking a shit and I blew you!” Sean laughed and I could her Rachel being to cum. Once she came down from orgasm, Sean pulled his cock out of her and put it to her mouth. “You know what to do, baby.”



Rachel started sucking Sean’s cock as the other black guy, who was a little smaller then me, pushed into Rachel. She was still sensitive having just came as she began to orgasm again. Sean had his cock buried all the way down Rachel’s throat, by this time.



“If we untie you, do you promise to behave?” Rachel nodded with approval as I was a little upset, but way too fucking turned on to care anymore.



Sean untied Rachel as he took her from the bed, bent her over so she was looking right at me. Sean pushed his cock back in her as Rachel’s eyes lit up. I could tell she was enjoying it as I nodded my head as if to say, ‘it’s okay.’ Rachel started coming again, screaming with pleasure as Sean brought her to another orgasm.



Sean pulled out of her again, and let his friend fuck Rachel for a moment. Sean came within inches of my face as he had Rachel suck his cock so close that his pubic hair was almost touching my face.



Sean was gagging her with his cock as her saliva was all over her face and my lap. Then Rachel produced a very disgruntled face as she pulled the cock from her mouth. “Chris, Chris, that’s my a..AHHH!”



Chris had just buried his cock all the way in Rachel’s ass as she held Sean cock and trembled. Don’t get it wrong – I fuck Rachel’s ass, but I use lube and warm it up with a plug or fingers, first. Rachel got used to it after a moment or two. As I said, Chris wasn’t as big as me, but Rachel went back to sucking Sean until she started shaking and howling – she was cumming again.



Chris made a few last hard thrusts and sank all the way in her ass; he had just came. Sean leaned down and whispered in my ear: “My boy just came in your wife’s ass.” Thinking to myself, no shit, Sherlock!



Sean and Chris traded spots his cock was very close to my face and… messy, at best. I could see the pain on Rachel’s face as Sean began to push his massive head in her rectum. She bit her lip as a few tears began to come out.



Sean’s thrusts began to get longer and harder as Rachel was in pleasure and pain heaven. Chris forced her mouth on his cock. Forcing her to clean it up inches from my face. Chris’s cock was flaccid, however.



As Sean drove my wife’s ass past places it had never felt, Chris forced her head down to my cock. Rachel pulled my cock out of my shorts and began sucking it – I was already way hard.



Sean started nailing her ass as hard as he possibly could when he tensed up – he was cumming. “Aww, fuck! That’s a good ass.” Sean exclaimed as he pulled his cock from my wife’s ass.



“I got you, man.” Sean said looking at me. He spun Rachel around, and forced her to sit on my cock. I could feel both their hot loads of cum deep in Rachel’s ass. She began riding my cock harder than she ever had, even with vaginal. I couldn’t take anymore as I exploded into Rachel’s asshole – just as the two men before me had done.



Rachel leaned back against me as my cock was still spurting cum deep in her ass. Sean and Chris were almost done dressing as they began to leave.



“We’ll see ya’ around.” They pointed at us and left…

Author’s Note:



This is the twelfth installment of ‘Taken by The Wind’. If you haven’t already I recommend reading the previous chapters prior to reading this one.



I’d like to thank everyone who rated and commented on the previous chapters. I have been receiving wonderful words of encouragement, and it really is appreciated.



Now, I hope you all enjoy.



-Max


***”So, how are you doing?” Courtney asked Karen.



Karen felt like her friend had asked her that a thousand times in the past two months.



“Okay. Brianna’s friend’s something else,” Karen replied.



Courtney nodded. “I’m sure Jane will get plenty jealous.”



“Yeah, what’s going on there exactly?” Karen asked. “Didn’t you say the two of them hit it off?”



“They did,” Courtney said. “I think Jane’s scared to commit. From what I know of her she acts a lot calmer than she is, and since she’s such a good actress to begin with it’s hard to tell that she’s faking it. I think she took her father kicking her and Rob out a lot harder than she admitted and is feeling emotionally vulnerable. She’s trying to protect herself by keeping others out.”



Karen looked at her friend, and felt like she was talking on more than one layer. She might be talking about herself. Courtney had used similar tactics to protect herself after what had happened with Keith back in high school. Though Karen half wondered if Courtney was referring to someone else as well: Rob. He insisted that he was fine, and he genuinely seemed to be, but Karen got the sense that Courtney was not fully convinced. Karen was not sure she was fully convinced. You do not just walk away from your parents and get over it in just a few months.



Karen knew a lot about faking being ‘okay’, she still had to do it on the days that got rough. Maybe Rob was like her, he hoped that by faking it someday the lie would become real. What else were they supposed to do? Allow themselves to be hurt by the events of the past? Faking being okay was fine as long as real healing also took place, and Karen was sure that with Courtney at his side Rob was healing up just fine.



“So Brianna’s using Miyu to get to Jane?” Karen asked.



“Sort of. I think she’s trying to do what she’s supposed to and try to date other girls, but she really just doesn’t want to. I don’t think Brianna would be capable of just using someone to get to someone else, but I don’t think she’s looking for a relationship with Miyu either,” Courtney replied.



Karen nodded. The two girls were silent for a while, each deep in their own thoughts.



“You did a good job with the party,” Karen told her.



Courtney smiled. “Thanks.”



“And that costume’s just… I mean wow,” Karen told her.



Courtney’s smile broadened. “I try. I like yours too.”



Karen shrugged. “I just found something I felt comfortable wearing.”



Courtney reached outward and pressed a hand against Karen’s cheek.



“You look beautiful,” she told her.



Karen’s eyes looked away modestly but she smiled. Courtney came forward and pressed her lips to the other girl’s. God it felt good to be able to do that when she wanted to. Karen responded, and their tongues were soon sliding along one another. The kiss quickly became heated, and Karen’s hands came up to Courtney’s front. She squeezed her breasts through the corset, and Courtney moaned softly against her mouth. Courtney’s hands reached up and cupped Karen’s smaller breasts.



The firm swells filled Courtney’s hand though they were meant to be there, their size and shape were perfectly suited to her grip. Karen hummed pleasurably into the kiss and their tongues swirled together more quickly. Her heart began to race, this was the most intense they had become since the old spark in their relationship had been rekindled. Courtney sensed it too, and even though she wished that they had more privacy and caution was telling her to stop, she pressed on. She did not want to stop something that might help Karen heal.



This was a way for Karen to reclaim that part of herself. To take back the sexual side of herself that had been snuffed out by what those two had done to her. Courtney kissed Karen with tenderness and desire at the same time. Strangely it was something like the way Rob had taught her to kiss. Before she had met him she had approached sex under the assumption that it was just a way to get off and power. Now she knew the power of the emotions that went along with it and the strength of the bonds it could form.



Karen’s hands squeezed Courtney’s breasts. The firm mounds of flesh were squeezed tightly inside the leather corset, and although it was highly visually stimulating it stopped Courtney from really feeling what Karen was doing. Karen’s mouth left Courtney’s and pressed against her jaw gently before going lower to her neck. One of Courtney’s hands left Karen’s breasts and cupped the back of her head as her grinning friend kissed along the path of her collar bone.



“Karen…” Courtney sighed as her friend reached the hollow of her neck and began to kiss downward.



Neither had heard the door open. Neither had noticed that someone was standing in the doorway. Winston, on the other hand, had and leapt from the bed to be fawned over by the newcomer. It was Courtney who first realized that they were being watched. She pushed Karen away, and the dark haired girl looked at her confused until she followed her gaze and saw what Courtney was looking at.



“Brianna…” Karen said.



Brianna looked at them with disbelieving eyes. An expression of despair came over it and she fled without saying a word.



“Oh no,” Courtney said. “Brianna!” she called.



“Should I go…” Karen began.



Courtney shook her head. “It’d better be me.”



Karen nodded. “I’ll go back to the party.”



Courtney nodded but she was not really listening. Brianna had run in the direction of the bathroom so that was where Courtney went. She found the door closed and Winston sat in front of it, whining sadly. Courtney rapped her knuckles on the door but there was no response. She knocked again.



“Brianna?” she called.



“Go away,” came her friend’s angry and tearful voice.



“Brianna, please. Let me in,” Courtney said coaxingly.



There was a moment of silence and the door to the bathroom opened. Brianna sat back down on the toilet and wiped her eyes irritably with the heel of her hand. Courtney sat on the edge of the tub with her hands folded in her lap and head bowed repentantly. Brianna’s eyes avoided contact with hers and the two girls sat in silence for a long time.



“When were you going to tell me?” Brianna asked lowly.



Courtney paused. “I don’t know,” she replied honestly.



“What about Rob? Does he know?” Brianna asked.



Courtney nodded her head. The tired and defeated tone of Brianna’s voice was terrifying.



Her eyes showed her confusion. “How… And he’s okay with it?”



Courtney nodded again, and Brianna seemed to take a moment to process what she was saying.



“When…” she asked. “When did this start, is this new?”



Courtney shook her head. “We’ve been doing it for a while… Since high school.”



She saw the words wounded her friend, who seemed to collapse in on herself.



“You knew…” Brianna croaked as she fought back tears. “You knew how I felt about her…”



“Brianna, no it’s not like…” Courtney began.



“I told you how I felt about her, and you let me think that we could never…” Brianna sobbed. “And when I told her she didn’t even…”



“Brianna, I didn’t know how you felt about her when it started,” Courtney told her gently.



“That’s not the fucking point!” Brianna shouted through her tears.



Courtney was startled by the outburst. Brianna rarely raised her voice in anger, and it was terrifying to hear the amount of pain in her voice.



“I… Brianna I’m sorry. I don’t know what you want me to say…”



“Don’t you get it?” Brianna asked incredulously. “She could have loved me. It’s in her, Courtney. The entire reason I was able to move on from her was because I finally recognized that I couldn’t go on loving someone who could not reciprocate. But she can. But she won’t. She loves you, not me. How can I compete with you? How can anyone?”



Courtney was confused. “What do you mean?”



“Oh for God’s sake Courtney, think about it. You’re the hottest, you’re the coolest, and you’re the one everybody always wanted to be. It’s been like that forever,” Brianna replied tearily. “Of course she fell for you.”



“Brianna, that’s not how it happened. It just… started. I don’t know how,” Courtney said. “We would mess around and then we realized that we weren’t really playing. We realized we both genuinely liked each other like that. Rather than question it we just let it become a part of our friendship.”



Brianna nodded absently to what Courtney was saying, but seemed distant. Unsure of what else to do Courtney kept talking. She was not accustomed to Brianna being angry like this, and was unsure of what the other girl was going to do.



“When I started dating Rob she was going out with Adam, so we stopped because we thought that it was cheating. But then, after what happened…” Courtney trailed off. “Well, I told Rob about her and I, and he was understanding about it. He knows and he’s okay with it because it helps Karen.”



Brianna nodded again but still said nothing and still looked upset. “What about the long term?” she asked.



Courtney could tell that that was not the question her friend wanted to ask, but she responded to it anyway.



“I don’t know Brianna,” she replied.



“What if what you’re doing with Karen starts resembling something like an actual relationship? What if she becomes a threat to Rob? Don’t you see how this could ruin what you have with both of them? For fuck sakes, Courtney, what was he going to say when you asked him? How could he say no? What would have you done if he hadn’t? Rob’s not stupid, he had to agree or you would have never forgiven him,” Brianna said.



Courtney bristled. “It isn’t like that.”



Brianna laughed contemptuously. “Right. It’s going to fuck everything up for you, Courtney. You’re going to hurt both of them doing this. Karen’s too emotionally vulnerable right now, and she’s desperate for what you’re offering her to see that what you two are doing is impossible to maintain.”



“I don’t need you telling me how to handle my relationship, Brianna,” she said with carefully controlled anger.



Brianna looked away from her and was silent for a long time once more. Thoughts whirled through her head, confusing and painful notions that nagged at her. One in particular demanded that she ask Courtney a question that she dreaded to even think about. It felt like a selfish, needy question that she just could not banish from her mind.



“Why not me?” Brianna asked.



Courtney’s heart fell. “What do you mean?” she asked while already knowing the answer.



“If you liked girls, why did you always push me away?” Brianna asked in a hurt tone. “When I was freaking out about how I felt, when I felt like I was some sort of freak for being attracted to the ‘wrong’ people, why didn’t you just tell me you felt the same way?”



“I… I don’t know. It was private between me and Karen,” Courtney replied lamely. She realized she was making excuses. The real reason was far less noble than that.



Brianna looked at her darkly. “Not even a mention though? Not even a ‘Well, I’ve sometimes thought girls are kind of hot too’? Do you know how much that would have helped? How much better that would have made me felt? Don’t you realize how much we all idolized you back then? If I would have known…” Brianna trailed off. “But you didn’t tell me.”



“I was scared Brianna,” Courtney told her in a quiet, vulnerable tone that Brianna had never heard from her before. “I didn’t know what it meant. We both like guys. It scared us both, and it was just…”



“Easier to play straight than be bi?” Brianna replied dejectedly.



Courtney had been her rock, she had been the one who had told her to be proud of who and what she was, she had been the one who had built up her confidence enough to come out to her brother, and then the rest of her family. But she had been ashamed. She had been fearful of what she had inside of her. The same thing that she had always argued so passionately that Brianna should not be frightened of.



Now Brianna knew why Courtney had always been able to be so understanding of her fears.



“I…” Courtney was at a rare loss for words and it took her a moment to recover. “Neither of us plan on spending our lives together. We’re just attracted to each other. Karen’s never really shown any interest in anyone but me, so I…”



“But you have!” Brianna exclaimed, interrupting Courtney again. “I never thought anything of it but you do! The way you looked at Jane, and Amy. Even me sometimes! I thought I was just being crazy… And Karen, obviously with the way you two… I should have known… You two…” Brianna seemed to lose her train of thought.



She seemed dazed now more than angry, her mind was reeling. For the first time Brianna was seeing Courtney’s weakness. For the first time in her life she realized that she was in some way stronger than her friend. She knew who she was. She accepted the parts of herself that were difficult. She did not let her fear of what others thought dictate how she behaved. Courtney’s words were no less true even if she did not live them herself.



“Brianna, I’m so sorry. This isn’t how you should have found out. I never told you about it because I was scared this exact thing would happen,” Courtney told her.



Brianna did not seem to hear those words. Instead she turned her eyes up to look at Courtney, and though they still shimmered with the tears she had shed the flow of droplets had stopped.



“It must be hard living like you do,” Brianna said in a soft, unhappy tone. “It must hurt so bad.”



Courtney was unsure of how to respond to that, but before she could say anything Brianna stood and hugged her friend close. Unsure of what to do Courtney fell into the embrace, and let Brianna draw her face to her chest. She shut her eyes as her cheeks were scratched softly by the hemp of the vest the other girl was wearing. Brianna held her close, and seemed to be trying to comfort her from something Courtney felt she was supposed to be experiencing.



All she was experiencing was confusion as Brianna held her tight as though protecting her from something, or perhaps everything. Courtney did not understand the gesture, but felt the profundity of it, which made her all the more confused by it. What hurt so bad? Why would she be needing comfort? Why did Brianna think that she needed to be sheltered like this? Although Courtney tightened her arms around Brianna in response to the other girl’s embrace she was ignorant to what had so suddenly shifted within her friend.



“If you ever need to talk,” Brianna said softly. “About anything, you will come to me right?”



Courtney hesitated. “Of course.”



She could tell by Brianna’s silence that her response had failed to convince her. “I hope so,” she eventually said.



“I won’t keep things from you anymore,” Courtney promised.



“Okay,” Brianna replied. It was a hollow acceptance, and Courtney was mildly irritated that her words had not convinced her.



“I’m serious,” Courtney said pulling back. “Anything you want to ask me, anytime, just ask me and I swear I’ll give you a straight answer.”



That was not the same thing, they both realized, that was not what Brianna was asking of Courtney.



Brianna nodded. “Alright,” she said with a little more sincerity. Courtney was unsure of whether Brianna response was genuine, or if Jane was rubbing off on her and she was acting. There was a moment where Courtney felt the threads of a question starting in her mind, a question that might have given her answer, but before it could form fully Brianna withdrew from the embrace and the two girls separated.



Brianna exhaled shakily and smiled awkwardly as she wiped the stale tears from her eyelashes. “Sorry,” she said.



“For what?” Courtney asked. “I’m the one who fucked up.”



“I overreacted,” Brianna said simply.



Courtney frowned. “No you didn’t. You’re crazy about Karen and you caught me kissing her, I’m amazed you didn’t attack me.”



Brianna laughed softly. “Wouldn’t be fair, you’re a wimp.”



Courtney bristled. “I think a certain someone is forgetting who took down Brittany Birch in high school for throwing paint in your face.”



Brianna’s lips curled in an odd smile. “That’s not what I meant.”



Again Courtney was confused, and was getting frustrated about it. “What do you mean?”



Brianna shook her head. “It doesn’t matter,” she replied.



Courtney wanted to insist that Brianna give her a straight answer but some instinct told her that she would not like what she heard. She hesitated, and the longer it hung in the air the less appropriate it seemed to press. Brianna sighed, and tore off a few squares of toilet paper to wipe the tears from her cheeks.



“Here,” Courtney said. “Let me do it, you’ll smear your makeup.”



Brianna handed her the bath tissue and Courtney attempted to clean the tears from her friend’s face without ruining the makeup, but failed miserably.



“I’m going to have to redo it before we go back out there,” Courtney said.



“I don’t want to go back out there,” Brianna replied miserably.



Courtney hesitated. “I… Well Miyu might be kind of disappointed…”



Brianna made a dismissive sound. “I don’t care about what she thinks. I should never have brought her.”



“She seems nice, you shouldn’t be mean to her,” Courtney replied.



“She is not nice,” Brianna replied emphatically. “She was making fun of Amy, don’t act like you didn’t notice.”



“Everyone thinks it’s funny,” Courtney said.



“Then they’re all assholes,” Brianna said. “They shouldn’t be laughing at Amy for not knowing something. It’s just like high school all over again, and I fucking hate it. People are always making fun of her for her innocent mistakes.”



“Hold on a second,” Courtney interrupted, “we don’t make fun of her.”



“Everyone does,” Brianna retorted, “and its mean! Amy doesn’t say anything, but I know it has to hurt being the brunt of most of the jokes. The next time someone says she’s having a ‘blonde moment’ I swear I’m going to knock them the fuck out.”



Courtney wondered where this fire had come from. Brianna was rarely confrontational, in fact she was typically a tad meek.



“Alright,” Courtney said. “We’ll keep you away from Miyu then, I don’t want a catfight on my hands.”



Brianna laughed. “Some catfight, I’d have that twiggy bitch on the ground in half a second.”



Courtney could not help but laugh at her friend’s newfound self-confidence. She sounded more like Courtney than Courtney herself felt like she had been acting. Brianna was right, Miyu had been rude to Amy, and normally Courtney would have done something about it. However, lately she had been so worried about Karen that she had let things slide.



“Please refrain from throwing any of my party guests,” Courtney replied lightheartedly.



The two girls shared a laugh, and Courtney started to feel as though they were okay again. Then the laughter stopped and she detected a new unhappiness in Brianna’s eyes.



“What’s wrong?” she asked.



Brianna was reluctant to respond to that question. “I’d just rather not go back to the party.”



“Miyu being a bitch isn’t a good enough excuse. What’s really bothering you?” Courtney insisted.



“Jane,” Brianna said. The solitary syllable that represented the human being that she both hated and adored simultaneously. Just the utterance of it simultaneously made her want to smile and punch the wall in front of her.



“Is she still being stupid?” Courtney asked.



“She says she can’t commit,” Brianna replied miserably. “She says it will hurt both of us.”



“That’s bullshit. She can’t just treat you like you’re a convenient lay when she comes home.”



Brianna blushed, and suddenly Courtney saw the more typical timidness that she was accustomed to seeing in her friend.



“It isn’t like that,” Brianna insisted. “She’s just… scared. She does care about me.”

“Then she should damn well act like it,” Courtney said. “Or she isn’t worth your time getting upset about.”



Brianna shook her head. “I can’t just give up on her Courtney, it isn’t that easy for me. I think I love her.”



“Already?” Courtney asked doubtfully.



“It took you like twenty minutes with Rob!” Brianna retorted defensively.



She had a point.



“Yes,” Courtney replied. “The Kavanagh kids do seem to have the ability to trap hearts fast.”



“At least in your case Rob didn’t run away to New York with you to be with all sorts of other girls,” Brianna replied.



Courtney tilted her head to concede her point. “Do you think she’s actually been chasing other girls?” she asked skeptically. From what she knew Jane was doing little other than work and school.



“Jane doesn’t have to chase,” Brianna reminded Courtney unhappily.



“Hmm…” Courtney intoned thoughtfully.



“What?” Brianna asked.



“What if she did?” Courtney asked. Then, as she redid her friend’s makeup, she did her favorite thing.



She devised a plan.


***”You’re all wet,” Karen murmured into Courtney’s ear.



Courtney’s heart was racing. Even at their most physical they had never been quite like this. There had always been a bit of doubt within them. A false pretext that what they were doing was somehow less than what it was. They both knew now how important it was to them, and had stopped devaluing it because they were no longer afraid of it. Courtney turned and pulled Karen’s lips to hers. She kissed her with incredible passion and warmth. She drew her close and held on tight.



Karen staggered back against the kiss slightly, and Courtney pushed her back until they reached the bed. They fell back and Courtney continued to kiss her with everything she had. Karen battled back, and their tongues began a lustful sparring match. Courtney’s thumbs looped around the hemline of Karen’s top and drew it up over her head, which left Karen bare from the waist up. Karen pushed up on Courtney’s shoulders and they rolled so that she was now on top.



Karen grinned happily at Courtney before moving back down into the kiss. Their bodies pressed against each other. Courtney’s large breasts pressed against Karen’s smaller ones, and they squashed against each other. Karen kissed Courtney deep, drawing her mouth up against hers with her hand against her head while her other hand went back between her legs. Courtney hummed against her lips as Karen slid her fingers along the damp folds of her sex.



Karen pulled back from the kiss and brought her mouth to Courtney’s throat. She trailed kisses down to the hollow of her neck and then proceeded downward. Courtney’s breathing grew heated and her chest was heaving as Karen’s mouth kissed down along the slopes of her breasts. Karen captured a nipple inside of her mouth, and applied suction on it. It brought her great happiness to see the pleasure in her friend’s expression.



Courtney gazed down at Karen, their eyes locking and Karen’s lips curled into a smile around her nipple as she sucked on it. She kissed her way down one slope and through the valley between Courtney’s breasts before taking the other nipple into her mouth. Neither spoke, instead they communicated through touch and looks. Courtney was cautious, this was Karen’s first sexual experience since her rape, and she was letting her take the lead.



Karen was so pleased that she was able to make her friend happy in this way. That she was able to bring pleasure in the world. Her damaged self-esteem and self-worth was soothed somewhat by the knowledge that she was not just a burden to her friend, that she was not simply a source of pain and grief. Karen loved Courtney so much, and it hurt her that her friend should have to endure such pain because of something that had been done to her. It was not fair that both of them should suffer.



Karen moved lower and crawled over the edge of the bed. Now kneeling on the floor, Karen began to unbuckle Courtney’s big, black boots. The heavy footwear clunked to the floor and Karen reached upward to grab Courtney’s pants from the waist. Her friend’s sexy abdominal muscles flexed as she pushed her hips upward and her ass left the mattress. Karen tugged on the pants insistently until they lay in a puddle to her left.



There she lay. Her best friend and the girl she loved, naked and utterly exposed to her gaze. Karen stared for a long time, drinking in the beauty of the dark haired girl, and felt her heart warm with emotion. She kissed the inside of Courtney’s knee, and luxuriated in the softness of the flesh beneath her lips. Her hands ran along the tops of Courtney’s thighs, and she reveled in the smoothness of the skin beneath her palms.



Karen shut her eyes, and nearly cried from the intensity of what she was feeling but did not. Instead she brought her lips to the inside of Courtney’s thigh and her hands down to her calves. Karen inhaled, taking in the scent of Courtney’s skin. The familiar aroma awakened old and fond memories of their best and most fun times together. The days and nights they had spent together all alone, giggling nervously at first, perhaps needing alcohol to ease the nerves, but always trusting the other.



And always feeling safe.



Courtney reached down cautiously and pressed her hand gently on the back of Karen’s head as she kissed up the inside of her leg towards her center. She spent a long time simply breathing in Courtney’s scent and feeling the musculature of her legs. In part she was teasing, but mostly she was working up her courage. She overcame the last of her fear however at her friend’s gentle touch. The press of her friend’s hand on the back of her head assured her that everything was alright.



Karen’s tongue ran along the crease where Courtney’s leg met her pussy, and she kissed the tender spot softly as she pushed her friend’s legs wider. Her hands squeezed the muscles of Courtney’s thighs as she brought her mouth to her pussy. It was like a first kiss. Her lips pressed against the line formed by the petals of Courtney’s sex and remained there tentatively, as if uncertain of how to proceed. Then they widened, spreading out over the glistening folds, and her tongue peaked out cautiously.



Courtney sighed pleasurably as Karen’s tongue prodded her swollen lips, and her hand carefully swept the girl’s dark hair away as she carefully began to pry past them. Her tongue pushed past Courtney’s outer labia and found the more tender flesh inside. The soft organ pressed gently against the inner lips of Courtney’s sex, and Karen hummed as her taste came away on her tongue. She made wide sweeps with her tongue pressed flatly against her, and looked up into Courtney’s eyes.



They were excited; dark and warm with happiness as they gazed down at her. They peered at each other and Karen grinned up at Courtney from her place between her legs. Karen’s hands came up from Courtney’s thighs and went up her stomach. One of them went upward to rest over Courtney’s breast while the other held onto her hip. Courtney laid her hand over the one Karen had at her breast, and sighed as her friend began to squeeze it gently.



Karen’s tongue slid along the length of Courtney’s sex from the bottom of the slit to the top, and then her lips wrapped around her clit. The tip of Karen’s tongue dragged along Courtney’s clitoral hood and moved around the swollen nubbin, but seemed to intentionally miss direct contact. This made Courtney squirm and her breathing grew hotter. Karen’s green eyes glinted wickedly up at her friend and she pulled her tongue away from the area entirely in favor of the less sensitive labia further down.



Old tricks soon came into play. Karen would tease Courtney’s entrance with her tongue and then skirt up and around her clit only to not give it any direct attention and instead kiss the her pubic mound and grin at her wickedly. The hand on Courtney’s breast was always moving, and Karen alternated. One hand was always held her by the hip with the other explored further up her torso. Karen did this because she knew that when Courtney eventually came that hold was all that would save her from being smothered.



Courtney stopped being amazed by how bold and brave Karen was being and started to be amazed by how good her tongue felt. Her approach was different than Rob’s, but no less effective. Karen liked to be everywhere at once and attack at all angles. Her tongue would be at her clit, then lower to tease around her opening, and then lower to make Courtney squirm as it slid along her perineum. Then it would go back up.



On this next upward path Karen did more than tease Courtney’s entrance, however. The wily organ delved inside and made Courtney moan louder than she should have as she worked her tongue around the first few inches of her tunnel. Those were the most sensitive parts of her canal, and Karen knew which areas were the most susceptible to teasing. Courtney had to bite down on her lower lip to fight back the moans Karen’s tongue threatened to bring forth.



Warmth spread through Courtney, and a powerful ache formed between her legs. It was a familiar pressure that kept on building inside, threatening to burst free in a sudden and violent rush. Karen withdrew her tongue but replaced it with two of her fingers. They curled upward and pressed against the roof of Courtney channel while her lips wrapped around her clit once again. Karen applied suction to her clit and began to saw her fingers in and out of Courtney’s streaming box.



“Karen,” Courtney gasped. She brought a hand up to her mouth and bit down on her knuckle to combat the moans that tried to claw their way free. Karen’s fingers found Courtney’s G-spot with such ease it seemed almost like cheating. The brunette was not going to complain however, certainly not with her fist shoved halfway in her mouth to stop her lustful groans anyway.



Karen’s lips were pursed narrowly over Courtney’s clit as she sucked on the little bud. She widened them and her tongue came out to join in once again. Karen continued to saw her fingers in and out of Courtney’s pussy, making sure that she rubbed her G-spot as she did, while she circled her clit with her tongue like some sort of bird of prey. The tip came across diagonally and brushed against the swollen bud, and Courtney lurched up against her.



Karen grinned to herself as she felt Courtney’s hold on her hair tighten. She was making Courtney lose control. She was making her forget to baby her for the first time in months. Right now she was just Karen, not the girl who had been raped, and Courtney wanted her tongue on her clit. Karen lovingly teased around the firm bud, and occasionally allowed the tip to brush against it. Courtney would gasp and buck every time, and her grip on Karen’s hair remained tight.



Karen flattened her tongue out and pressed it against Courtney’s clit. Courtney began to rock against her tongue while Karen continued to work her fingers in and out of her pussy. Karen rubbed her tongue against Courtney’s clit, matching the unconscious motions of her friend’s hips. Courtney had her eyes shut now and her head was craned back. Her grip on Karen’s hair stayed tight, the only thing she wanted in that moment was for her tongue to remain on her clitoris. At that moment that point of contact was the most important thing in Courtney’s world.



The little thrusts of her hips grew faster and faster in competition with her rising need to orgasm. Courtney could feel her heart beating fast and the tingling sensation she had been feeling seemed to intensify suddenly. She felt her legs and abdomen tensing, and suddenly she seized up. Karen kept up her tonguing of her clit until Courtney gave a guttural moan and came. She felt the characteristic clenching of Courtney’s pussy around her fingers as she came, and her eyes cast upward to watch the orgasm unfold.



Courtney twisted on her bed, her hand flying away from her mouth and gripping the comforter tight as she gritted her teeth. Her breathing came out raggedly and her chest thrust upward, pushing her burgeoning breasts up in the air as her turgid nipples strained towards the ceiling. It was one of the most beautiful things Karen had ever seen, and she had made it happen. She slid her hands up Courtney’s torso and cupped her breasts as her friend continued to shake and shudder on the bed above her.



Karen kissed Courtney’s mound softly and trailed kisses up to her twitching abdomen. Courtney drew Karen upward and the raven haired girl crawled onto the bed. Their lips met once again and the two girls smiled into the kiss as Courtney’s breathing slowly returned to normal. Their tongues found each other and Courtney tasted herself on Karen’s. Her hand went through her still damp hair and pulled her mouth to hers tight. They shared a long, deep kiss as Courtney rolled and took Karen with her.



Now on top, Courtney began a similar pilgrimage to the one Karen had made. They kissed as Courtney’s hands slid along Karen’s bare torso and went over her breasts. She drew her mouth away and brought her lips to her jawline. Karen giggled as Courtney’s lips tickled her and then gasped as her thumbs flicked over her sensitive nipples. Courtney brought her mouth to Karen’s neck and kissed her there gently, and slid a hand downward.



It slid along Karen’s stomach and the tips of her finger brushed against the elastic waistband of her panties. They slid under the soft cotton and through Karen’s pubic hair to her slit. That’s when the problems began. Courtney continued to kiss Karen’s neck, and playfully nibbled on the flesh as she made her way down to her shoulder. Her hand went further into Karen’s panties, her knuckles pressing up against the white cotton panties as her fingers slid along her friends pussy lips.



“Courtney…” Karen said.



Courtney hummed. “You’re so beautiful,” she told her.



Karen felt fear rise inside of her as Courtney’s fingers ran along her slit.



“Courtney, stop…” Karen said. “Stop!” she shouted.



She pulled away and covered her face with her hands. Courtney looked at her with sad and confused eyes. Karen’s heart was hammering and she felt the urge to cry. She was huddled in the corner of where her bed met the wall, with her legs bent and her feet pressed up against her defensively.



“Karen, are you okay?” Courtney asked gently. She stayed where she was, worried to frighten her friend further by moving.



Karen drew her hands away from her face and she began to calm down as she realized where she was. It had been different when she was the one giving the pleasure. She had been in control then. Being touched had triggered memories, things best left forgotten but that demanded to be remembered. She reached forward and took Courtney’s hand. She crawled over to her and sat beside her. The two said nothing as Karen settled against Courtney as her friend wrapped a protective arm around her.



“I’m sorry,” Karen said.



“It’s okay,” Courtney replied. “We can do it whenever you’re ready.”



“But I am ready,” Karen said. “I don’t want them to have power over me anymore,” she said. Frustration entered her tone. “I want to be able to do this with you. I want to be able to feel good again. I want to be me again,” she said bitterly.



They were quiet for a long time as they sat huddled together in the corner of Courtney’s bed.



“Have you been able to masturbate?” Courtney asked.



Karen nodded. “A little bit… sometimes in the shower. I haven’t finished, but it feels good. That’s why I thought I was ready.”



An idea occurred to Courtney. “What if I help you?” she asked. It was one of the things Rob did to her on occasion when she felt in need of extra intimacy rather than raw carnality.



“What do you mean?” Karen asked.



“You can lie back against me,” she replied, “and you can show me exactly how to touch you.”



“That could work,” Karen agreed. She would still be in control, but it would be Courtney’s touch.



“Let’s try it then,” Courtney said. “If you’re okay…”



Karen nodded. “I think I’m okay.”



The girls repositioned themselves. Courtney got all her pillows into a pile and leaned back against it with her legs parted. Karen removed her panties and got settled in between Courtney’s legs. She leaned back against her, and rested her head back on Courtney’s shoulder. Her breasts pressed into Karen’s back and she stayed still as she felt Courtney’s chest rise and fall in time with her breathing. Karen shut her eyes as though she were alone and reached for Courtney’s hands.



Karen’s hands slid over Courtney’s and she guided them to where she wanted them. One went up to her right breast while the other went down to her thigh. Courtney allowed herself to be controlled by her puppeteer, and Karen led her through the usual start of her masturbation sessions. She felt Karen press her hand against hers at her breast and so Courtney pressed down on the firm swell. Karen exhaled softly as she guided Courtney’s motions until she was massaging her breast in just the way she would.



Next she had Courtney rub the inside of her leg. Her palm was soft on the smooth flesh and Karen widened her legs slightly as she directed the hand to her center. Karen had continued shaving herself in the same manner she always had, and as Courtney’s hand grew closer her fingers brushed against the outer folds of Karen’s sex. Karen kept her eyes shut and let a fantasy build. She thought of earlier, when Courtney had still been in her costume and she had just gotten her corset off.



Courtney felt Karen relaxing against her and maintained the rhythmic motions of her hands at her breast and between her legs. In Karen’s fantasy she pushed Courtney over her desk and knelt behind her. Courtney felt Karen’s breathing quickening and the extra pressure she applied to her hand over her breast. She squeezed down harder and a soft moan of pleasure escaped her friend. In her fantasy, Karen pulled Courtney’s leather pants down to her knees and exposed her shapely backside to her.



The image made Karen hot, and she increased the pace of her fingers at her pussy. Or rather, Courtney’s fingers; it was becoming harder and harder to differentiate the two. Courtney felt Karen press more firmly back against her and saw her mouth open as she began to breathe more heavily. Fantasy-Karen had her mouth up between Courtney’s legs, and her sweet juices were trailing down her chin and the inside of her thighs. Karen groaned softly, and squeezed her breast over Courtney’s hand.



Courtney followed the silent direction and tightened her grip on Karen’s breast. She kept the pace Karen had set between her legs, though Karen had largely relinquished control to Courtney there and was essentially just holding her hand over Courtney’s at this point. Her fantasy-self had her tongue deeply ensconced inside Courtney’s wet trench, and her nose was buried in the cleft of her ass as her friend ground herself back against her wiggling organ.



Karen pressed against two of Courtney’s fingers and pushed her hips forward. It took Courtney a moment to understand what Karen wanted, but when she did she slid two of her fingers past her tight opening and into her hot, wet channel. Karen moaned softly and pushed herself up against Courtney’s fingers. The first fantasy dissolved, now she was back much further reliving the last time they had been fully together. It had been Christmas break the previous year, and Courtney was gleaming beneath her.



“Courtney…” Karen sighed softly.



Courtney felt her cheeks grow warm and her pussy ache at the lustful note in Karen’s voice as she said her name in that dreamy voice. In her memory informed fantasy, Karen was rubbing her hands along Courtney’s gleaming form, giving her a massage before once again bringing her mouth to her pussy. With Courtney’s juices still fresh on her tongue it was not difficult for Karen to imagine how it would taste. Her hips rocked more hurriedly against Courtney’s fingers as they moved inside of her.



Karen guided Courtney’s fingers along her breast to her nipple and squeezed. Getting the idea, Courtney pressed down against the firm point and Karen moaned in approval. She remembered the way Courtney had cum when she had slipped her tongue past her anus, and how she had pulled her against her while shaking uncontrollably. Her motions became more frantic with her hips and Courtney increased the urgency with which she fingered her.



As she approached the finish Karen’s fantasies faded away and she was just in the moment. Courtney’s fingers worked in and out of her pussy while her other hand manipulated her breast masterfully. Karen kept her eyes shut and focused on the press of her friends body against hers, and became aware of the gentle thrusting motions of Courtney’s hips. Karen pushed back against her and Courtney’s thumb went up to her clit unguided.



The motion might have startled Karen at one point but right now she was too far gone to experience anything but pleasure. When her orgasm came, it came hard. A surge of pleasure starting somewhere in her center and radiating up her spine, sending vibrations through her body until she was humming like a tuning fork. A distinct note of pleasure was in the moan that she released, and she stiffened against Courtney.

Karen’s thighs clamped together and trapped Courtney’s hand between them. Her pussy clutched around her fingers, and squeezed them tight as a flow of her nectar ran over them. Her spine curled back against Courtney in an arch of triumph and her hands tightened over hers as she was flooded with a pleasure she had not known for months. It made her giddy and excited, but it also exhausted her. She lay back against Courtney, and felt a general sense of ‘good’ wash over her as little crests continued to crash over her.



When it was finally over Karen was sleepy and grinning happily as she lay back against Courtney. Her friend drew her fingers out from her and Karen watched as she took them into her mouth and sucked them clean. Courtney grinned at her around her fingers as she held them naughtily in her mouth.



“I think that worked,” Courtney said.



Karen smiled contentedly. “Very well,” she agreed.



She rolled and pressed herself over Courtney. They kissed and laughed together happily beneath the covers. They positioned themselves to sleep, both of them laying on their sides and facing one another. Their mouths came together again and again in soft little kisses before Karen slowly and finally, fell into a truly restful slumber. Courtney held her for a long time, the ache between her legs still there, and her excitement and happiness preventing her from falling asleep.



This was a far better reason to be kept awake than what had been keeping her from sleep as of late. Courtney held Karen fondly, and felt her breath against her neck as her head tilted forward and she nuzzled in against her. Eventually, however, peace left her. She thought about what Brianna had said, and despite herself began to fear the truth in what Brianna had said.



Had she truly given Rob no other option? Had he only allowed this because he feared what her response would be if he hadn’t? Or worse, had they both been blind to the potential repercussions of what they were now engaged in? Had Courtney inadvertently led them down a path that led only to pain? Surely there was a way out of it. It was unacceptable that something that brought so much comfort, that this lovely thing that brought so much peace should lead to anything but joy.



Eventually Courtney’s own tiredness exceeded her desire to stay awake, and as she looked happily upon the peaceful face of her friend she fell asleep. Her final thought as she slipped into sleep was that she must find a solution.



Even if she did not yet know what that solution was.


***Courtney drew back and this time she allowed his shaft to leave her mouth. Silvery tendrils of saliva and pre-cum bridged the gap between her lips and his bulbous cock head. This little web was broken as Courtney shifted back onto the bed and Rob followed her. He stepped out of his jeans and kicked away his boxer shorts as he climbed onto the bed with her. He took hold of her black panties and drew them down her legs.



Rob took her foot and lifted it. He kissed the inside of her ankle and her calf, smiling at Courtney as he descended down her limb.



“Please Rob,” Courtney moaned. “No teasing. Just fuck me. I want it so bad,” she told him.



Rob arched his eyebrows at her. “Well, aren’t we romantic?”



Courtney grinned sheepishly. “Work was stressful. They didn’t let me know if I was staying on until the end of the day,” she explained. “I just need release.”



Rob settled between her legs. “Don’t girls usually like foreplay?” he asked.



“You asked me to move into you,” she said. “That’s like emotional porn. I’m dripping wet for you right now,” she replied.



Rob’s hand went up between her legs and confirmed what she said was true.



“Jesus,” he said. “Would you have just came on the spot if I’d asked you to marry me?” he asked jokingly as he ran his fingers along her sex.



Courtney laughed. “I probably would have turned and run.”



“Ouch,” Rob said as he kissed her neck.



“Not ready for that yet,” she said simply.



Rob laughed softly. “Neither am I,” he told her. “We can put that discussion off for a while. I’m still in school.”



Courtney nodded and kissed him. “It would be you,” she told him. “I mean… if I were to get married I would want it to be you.”



Rob smiled at her. “I certainly hope so,” he said teasingly.



Courtney smacked his shoulder playfully. “You know what I mean. You’re the only guy I have ever considered it ever happening with.”



Rob looked at her for a moment with deep affection before bringing his mouth down to hers. They kissed and Rob settled between her legs. The head of his cock slid along her slit as he searched for her entrance. Courtney hummed pleasurably as his head slid past her opening and the familiar sensation of him filling made her heart quicken in anticipation.



“Hard and fast, or slow and sensual?” he asked as he bottomed out inside of her.



Courtney liked this game. She liked being given options.



“Hard and fast,” she said. “But I want cuddles afterward.”



“Hard and fast, and then cuddles,” Rob repeated. “Coming right up.”



Courtney laughed and pulled him into another kiss as his hips began to move. He gripped the back of her thighs and spread her wide as the pace of his thrusts increased. Rob pushed her legs back, tilting her pelvis such that his cock dragged against her G-spot as he thrust into her. Courtney’s hands came up and she held onto her legs while Rob brought his hands to her waist and began to thrust into her powerfully. It was a steady, hard fuck that made Courtney groan.



Rob used long, sawing strokes as he pumped his shaft in and out of her. Courtney could feel the ridges of his shaft running against the inner walls of her sex, and she released her hold on her legs to grip onto the bed sheets beneath her. Her legs wrapped around him, going high up his back as he took her roughly. Rob reached forward, bracing his hands on either side of her head as he bucked his hips forward and then swung them back in preparation of the next stroke.



The bed creaked as Rob started to bear down on her. Her arms went above her head and she gripped the headboard above her. Courtney’s breasts wobbled from the force of Rob’s thrusts, and she gazed up at him challengingly as he endeavored to perform the pleasurable task she had set for him. When she said ‘hard and fast’ she meant she wanted to be dominated. She wanted him to take the considerable strength at his disposal and unleash it on her in a lust filled fury.



Before Rob, Courtney had never trusted a guy to let go of control like that. She had always been on top, and she had always controlled the pace. That had changed the very first time they had been together. She had been stoned and drunk, and he had taken charge of the situation. Ever since then she always tried to get him to fully let go, to become totally unhinged and take her in the way only he could. The way that made her scream in lust and claw at the sheets.



It was the animal in him she wanted. That carnal piece that had drawn them together originally, and had sustained them long enough for Courtney to get past her emotional hang ups. Some might have thought the response to have after agreeing to move in together would be a romantic, slow romp in the bedroom filled with caresses and gentle kisses, but that was not for them. That would come later, when the initial excitement and intensity of emotion faded.



Right now Rob was pummelling with her hips while gazing into her eyes. Courtney’s breaths came out as groans and the bed creaked in protest to the violence of the motions occurring on top of it. Rob reached forward and grabbed her by the elbows. He pushed her arms against the mattress and Courtney looked up at his torso as it moved above. Rob thrust hard, and turned up the intensity in just the way Courtney liked it.



Courtney’s eyes were glazed with lust and half-hooded as she looked up at him dazedly. Her hands squeezed tight around the spokes of the headboard and her legs leveraging her own thrusts upward to meet his downward lunges. Though he was definitely taking her hard Courtney knew from experience that he was just getting warmed up. When he was at his max she could barely formulate thoughts and all she could do was try not to scream too loud in pleasure.



Usually she failed.



Rob drove into her and she slid her legs along his back. Their bodies were becoming slick with sweat from the heat that the intensity of their motions created. Courtney gazed at Rob’s gleaming abdominal muscles and chest as he bucked into her. A sight of masculine beauty and strength made all the more profound by the hunger in his eyes as he kept his gaze locked on hers. The determination and the desire in them made Courtney want to cum for him, and just as that desire came the early indicators of an orgasm began to tease her scope of awareness.



There was the shallowness of breathing, the tingling at the joint of her legs, and the raised heart rate. Most of all there was the incredible amount of heat her body seemed to be radiating. She was so hot. Sweat shone on her brow and between her wobbling breasts. A line of it ran up the center of her abdomen and along the light definition of her abdominal muscles. Her underarms shone with it and her arms were slick in Rob’s grasp.



Courtney was not the only one sweating, however. Rob’s forehead was beaded with perspiration and a one of those beads was trailing down his temple. His breathing was labored as he maintained a punishing pace, and his heart beat hard in his chest as he bucked into her. His hips continued to pummel her, the point of their union becoming soaked with their joint fluids and sweat. Rob’s back shone with sweat from his tailbone up to the underside of his shoulder blades.



Rob saw the flush bloom along her stomach, breasts, and neck characteristic of her rising arousal and approaching peak. She squeezed the spokes of the head board tight, and her thighs clenched around him involuntarily. Her muscles all seemed to be tensing up in preparation of the release that was eminent. The flush on her breasts became brighter and her eyes became wide as she hit the plateau of intense arousal that always preceded her orgasm.



Then it came.



The plateau of elevated arousal served as the spring board to her climax. It was the most intense state of physical pleasure Courtney could achieve, and it made cry out in blissful agony as its convulsions hit her. They ran through her entire body, but were strongest in her pussy which squeezed down on Rob’s turgid shaft as he held it deep inside of her. Her legs tensed around him and her arms flexed as she held onto the head board in a death grip.



Courtney’s spine curled as her climax ripped through her. Her breathing came in labored pants and her eyes shut as warm euphoria washed over her. The initial contractions became weaker and less frequent and her body relaxed back against the mattress. Rob began to move his hips once more, making Courtney moan as his shaft slid inside her sensitive channel. Initially he was gentle, however the intensity of his thrusts increased as she began to thrust her hips back up against him once more.



Rob rolled her over onto her side and pushed her top leg forward to open her up as he re-entered her. Courtney was not sure what to grip as this happened, and wound up with one hand clamped around his forearm and the other squeezing onto the edge of the mattress. Rob pressed down onto her hip and pushed his cock into her steadily. With Courtney the best way to ensure she reached multiple orgasms was to vary the type of stimulation she received which was why he had changed their positioning.



With Courtney on her side Rob was able to squeeze her flushed breasts and tease her turgid nipples. The side of Courtney’s sweaty face pressed against the cool mattress, and moans escaped her as she was pushed towards another orgasm. Rob loved to watch her face as it contorted into an expression of desperate pleasure just before she achieved her orgasm. Then there was the brief moment where she looked surprised, as though she was perpetually amazed that she was capable of achieving orgasm. Then those lovely features would twist into an expression of such beautiful and pure lust it made Rob ache with love and desire.



Courtney had not gone back below her usual plateau level that she reached before spiking into climax. Rob kept her elevated, he kept her teetering. He lifted her top leg and braced it against his chest as he began to saw into her more fiercely in long deep strokes that hit deep inside of her. Those broad motions sent exquisite sensations through her. Rob squeezed her leg tight and bucked his hips into her. One of his hands reached down to the site of their union, and found her clit nestled in the wet folds of her sex.



“Ahn!” Courtney cried. He began to rub her clit as he continued to draw his full length in and out of her sex. When she came next it was a long, deep orgasm that sent a low rumble through her body and made her moan long and loud. Rob felt her squeezing around him as the surges of pleasure from her orgasm caused her body to twist and writhe as she lay on her side.



It was a different sort of pleasure to the first. This one was centered on her clit and seemed to radiate out from that central hub along the pathways of her nervous system. The pleasure radiated out to her finger tips and made everything tingly. Rob watched her toes clench and the tendons in her neck strain as she clawed at the bed sheets. His hand ran along the sweaty inside of her quivering thigh as the muscles clenched and relaxed beneath the surface of her skin.



Rob released her leg and she lowered it to the bed as he turned her over. Courtney was still breathing shallowly as he pulled her up onto all fours and slid into her from behind. Oh God, Courtney thought with a shudder as he worked his cock deep inside her still quivering pussy. Everything else up to this point had been child’s play for Rob. From behind was the position that unlocked the most deeply held carnal urges contained within him.



Rob’s hands slid up along her flank, as though to reassure her of her ability to take what he was about to unleash upon her. Courtney trembled excitedly at his touch as his fingers ran along her ribcage and went around beneath her to cup her breasts. He gave them each a squeeze, and then released them. It was almost as if he was trying to draw her attention to all the different parts of her body before he began to thrust into her.



Rob’s hands came around to her gleaming back and ran down the warm flesh all the way to her upturned ass. He squeezed the buns and spread them, eyeing the line of sweat that ran from her coccyx to the center of her spine. His hands slid forward once more and he took a hold of her hips. Courtney felt his shaft slide out from her until just the head remained inside her. Then he lunged forward.



“Ahn!” Courtney cried. Rob smacked her ass which made her groan and her legs tremble from a near orgasm. It was not hard, but it was firm enough to sting in the most pleasurable of ways. He pulled back and grunted when he lunged forward against. Her body reeled forward and she cried out again as he drove his entire length into her with a single motion. He delivered another spank, this time to her other buttock. Again Courtney’s legs trembled and a trickle of her pussy’s sweet nectar trailed down the inside of her thigh.



Rob eased his cock out from her once more, and the head remained perched at her entrance before being forced back in with great force. A spank did not come this time, instead Rob wound up for another forceful thrust and delivered it in one smooth motion. His hands gripped her hips tight as she began to buck into her with purposeful intent. Her breasts swayed as the pace of his thrusts increased and collided with each other as he began to ram into her from behind.



Courtney’s body shook from the force of the impact with his. He began to pull her back against him as he thrust forward into her. Rob’s hand collided with her buttock sharply and made Courtney groan. It was a firm smack, and it sent shivers up her spine. He did not miss a beat with his thrusts, and his cock continued to knock against the back of her vaginal canal with each and every thrust. Rob’s thick shaft slid in and out of her, impacting her G-spot again and again as he pummeled her with his hips.



Rob pushed his hips into her and reached upward. He wrapped her loose hair around his hand and pressed it against her shoulder as he redoubled his efforts. Courtney half-wished he would pull on it as he fucked her, but the little bit of tension she got by pushing her head away from his grip was enough to satisfy that urge somewhat. She would have to tell him about that when she was capable of formulating expressions of desire that were not throaty moans and high cries.



Rob fucked her hard and he fucked her fast, just like she had asked him to. An intense sensation began to form around her center, a pulsing at her center that seemed to promulgate throughout her body and radiate out to her extremities. With every thrust it became more intense, as if every time his body collided with hers and made her teeth knock together he was also sending a surge of pleasure directly up her spine and through her nervous system.



Eventually one of those surges caused Courtney’s body to seize up in an exquisite release of tension. Her body shook and Rob felt her nectar trail down along his scrotum as he pushed his hips up into her and held himself inside. The force of her climax drove Courtney’s upper body to the mattress, and her breasts squashed against the mattress as her muscles tensed and relaxed in powerful convulsions that ran through her body.



Courtney’s sweaty back gleamed in the low light of the setting sun that came through the window. Her body twitched and shook as her orgasm made its way through her. Rob kept his hold on her hair and was bent over her, pushing her down against the mattress as he began to fuck her once more. It did not take long for Courtney to reach another orgasm, but it was less powerful than the previous and Rob kept thrusting into her through it.



Courtney’s mind became foggy as Rob mercilessly worked his cock in and out of her. Her face pressed against the bed as a steady stream of moans left her. She was shaking almost constantly now, and a flow of her nectar ran down the inside of her thighs as another orgasm washed over her. Rob pushed his cock deep inside of her and gave her a firm spank.



“Oh shit!” she groan. The spank seemed to dislodge something inside of her that made her earlier orgasms seem small. Her toes curled tight and she pushed back against his cock, arching her back like a cat stretching while her muscles tensed up and her pussy contracted around his throbbing organ.



Courtney’s lower body collapsed onto the mattress as she hugged a pillow to her chest and bit down on the corner of hit to fight back the scream of ecstasy that tried to burst free. Rob’s cock ached to release his load then but he was not yet done with her so he squeezed his prostate and tried to ignore how absolutely incredible she looked writhing on the bed in front of him, and how amazing her pussy felt around him.



Rob ran his hand along her back and grabbed the pillow she had clung to as her orgasm reached its peak. He slid it beneath her hips to raise her ass in the air, and then he leaned forward to press his weight against her. Courtney’s breasts squashed roughly against the mattress. They flattened out beneath her and peaked out on either side of her back. With her arms outstretched and gripping the edge of the mattress, Courtney braced herself for the next barrage.



Rob started off strong, making Courtney moan as he plowed into her from behind. The sound of their flesh slapping together served as the percussion to Courtney’s melody of sin, with Rob’s heavy breathing serving as the bass to her treble. The bed rocked as he thrust into her, and the headboard banged against the wall. They had wound up rearranging the room so that the bed pressed against the wall separating the bedroom from the living room of his apartment rather than into the kitchen of the one next door in the hopes that they would disturb the neighbors less.



So far the results had been mixed.



Even when taking her like this there was a sense of tenderness to Rob’s touch. The way he held her shoulder was firm but intimate. The way he pressed his hair wrapped hand against the base of her neck, however, was all lust. Courtney wanted it to be pulled, she had to have it pulled while he did this to her. She could not wait to ask him calmly in their post-coital cuddle when she usually would have. This need had come on suddenly and she needed to express it.



“Pull it,” she gasped.



“What?” Rob asked starting to retreat. He thought she had told him to pull ‘it’ out, which seemed counterintuitive.



“My hair,” Courtney said breathlessly. “Pull it.”



One thing Rob was good at was going with the flow when it came to Courtney asking for new things. So when she asked him to pull her hair he did. Her head tilted back as he pulled her hair towards him. He had a big enough handful to distribute the force over her scalp so it was not painful, perhaps a touch uncomfortable but a in a good way. Like when he spanked her. It just added to the control Rob had over her as he began to thrust into her once more.



Courtney’s moans trumpeted out into the room as Rob began to take her hard once again. His other hand came back to pressed against her hip as he thrust into her. As he drove into her, Rob maintained the tension on her hair and Courtney soon felt an orgasm rising up. He lowered himself down on top of her and began to thrust raggedly, and Courtney realized he was hitting his peak as well. His hold on her hair got rougher and her head was forced further back, which set Courtney off.



“Gah!” Courtney wailed as she came. Rob’s hips drove into her and his breathing became ragged before becoming a low, guttural groan as he lunged forward and held his cock inside of her. His cum began to flow inside of her quivering pussy, and he pushed her head forward into the mattress as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Courtney’s teeth closed around the edge of the comforter as her face was pushed into the bed, which muffled her long moans of lust as a powerful orgasm rippled through her.

Rob kept lunging into her, and his cum filled her channel. His balls drained inside of her and as it did his hold on her hair became slack. Courtney and Rob breathed heavily together as he lay on top of her. His hips bucking weakly as the last surges of pleasure went through his body. Courtney trembled from the aftershocks of her climax, and a thin film of sweat covered her face as she came down at last from her heightened state of arousal.



Courtney giggled and Rob joined her in her laughter. He kissed her shoulder and her neck.



“Jeez, that got you hot,” he said.



Courtney smiled as he kissed her cheek. “I don’t know what came over me. I just suddenly wanted you yanking on my hair.”



“So, spanking and yanking,” Rob said. “My girlfriend’s a total kink.”



Courtney laughed. “Not as bad as Amy,” she said before realizing she had said too much.



“Oh really?” Rob asked. He rolled them onto their sides so that they were spooning, commencing the ‘cuddle’ portion of Courtney’s prescribed pre-dinner regimen.



Courtney did not elaborate.



“Oh come on,” Rob said. “You just can’t drop that on me and not say anything.”



“I shouldn’t have mentioned it,” Courtney said. “It was girl talk, I can’t share girl talk.”



Rob ran his hand along her flank and cupped her breast from behind. He squeezed it gently and rolled the nipple between his fingers.



“Tell me,” he said gently. “Come on, I won’t tell her you told me.”



Courtney still refused to be forthcoming.



“If you don’t tell me I’ll make something up and ask her about it,” he said.



Courtney rolled over. “You wouldn’t!”



“‘Hey Amy, Courtney mentioned you like putting ice cubes up your butt, is that true? And how can I convince her to do it too?’” Rob asked teasingly.



“Rob…” Courtney said dangerously. “I swear to God…”



“Then tell me one thing,” he said.



Courtney frowned. “Well, she likes the hair pulling.”



“I figured that out already,” he said.



“Alright, she likes toys too,” she said.



“What kind of toys?” Rob asked.



“Like vibrators or whatever. She puts it in one hole while Wayne uses the other,” she said.



“We’ve done that,” Rob said. “Tell me something she likes that you haven’t tried.”



“She likes to be blindfolded and tied up,” Courtney said. “With a gag. Is that explicit enough?”



“She told you that?” Rob asked.



Courtney nodded. “When I was doing her hair for her.”



“She just mentioned that she likes to be tied up?” Rob asked.



“Well, I might have said some things to lead her down that road,” Courtney confessed.



“What do you mean?” Rob asked.



“I told her that I like it when you hold me down, and I was kind of worried that it was weird,” she replied. “So she told me about the tying up thing. She says it’s all about control. She’s a lot smaller than Wayne so he could basically control the entire relationship in the bedroom anyway, but she said she likes giving him that added layer because she trusts him,” Courtney explained. “She ties him up too, which she really likes because she doesn’t normally get that kind of power over him. I don’t think she gags him though.”



Rob nodded. “That explains why I can only hear Wayne sometimes,” he replied. “I thought Amy was shy about being overheard.”



Courtney grinned. “She’s definitely not shy when it comes to sex, at least not when she’s talking to a friend. Don’t tell her I said anything though, alright?”



“What about you?” he asked.



Courtney paused. “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” she said, “but I don’t think I could ever get into that. You holding me down is enough for me.”



“And would you want to tie me up?” Rob asked.



Courtney grinned. “Would you like to be tied up?” she asked.



“Don’t know,” Rob said. “I wouldn’t be able to touch these whenever I liked,” he said as he slid his hands over her breasts.



“They do like your hands,” she said.



“They do?” Rob asked.



Courtney nodded. “They told me so, but I wasn’t supposed to say.”



“Naughty girl,” Rob said with a grin.



“Rob, Courtney! Dinner!” Amy shouted from the kitchen.



“Hmm…” Rob said. “Time to eat.”



“Don’t you dare mention anything,” she told him.



“I won’t,” Rob promised with a sly grin.



“Rob…” Courtney said.



“I promise,” Rob said more seriously. “I’ll give you a present to prove my sincerity.”



Courtney eyes lit up at the prospect. Rob went over to his jeans and reached into his pocket. He retrieved his purchase from the jewellery store which he had taken out of the box to put the key in, which in hindsight had been a foolish idea. He withdrew the earrings he had bought for Courtney and brought them over to her.



“Think of them as a house warming present,” he said.



Courtney’s eyes widened as she looked at them. “They’re beautiful Rob,” she said wondrously.



They were made of white gold and pearl. They were stud earrings that she could wear at work but also looked really pretty. She swapped them for the cheap pair with false gems that she had in, and then the two got redressed. Amy immediately complimented Courtney on the earrings, which made Rob feel good about his choice and brought a smile to Courtney’s face. The four of them shared dinner and discussed the move out.



After the dinner the two couples went to their respective bedrooms. Wayne was playing in the annual Thanksgiving day football match against their school’s rival the following day, and Amy was determined to give him a good night’s rest. The other two watched a movie on the couch for the ‘cuddles’ Courtney desired. Rob noted to Courtney as they watched the movie that Amy’s voice was noticeably absent from the noises coming from Wayne’s bedroom, and the two laughed at the implication.


***”Do I?” Rob asked. He scribbled something else down onto the page.



“Yes,” she replied as her hand slid down his stomach. “You need to study the thermodynamics of you being on top of me.”



Courtney’s breasts pressed against his back and her hand went to his groin. She saw Rob begin to draw a new diagram using stick figures. One had large round shaped protuberances from its upper torso and hair drawn onto it.



Courtney laughed. “Is that supposed to be me?” she asked.



Rob grinned. “You’re right,” he said erasing the breasts he had drawn. “They should be bigger.”



Courtney came around and sat in his lap. She watched as he drew his lewd diagram.



“I don’t have an ass?” she asked with a pout.



“Do you want to draw it?” he asked.



Courtney took the pencil from him and flipped the page he was on over. Rob watched as she drew a female figure on her back and a male figure between her legs. Courtney could draw very well, and she started to add more detail like the tattoo running up along her side.



“See,” she said. “There’s boobs and a tush,” she pointed with the end of her pencil at both. “And you’re here,” she said. She began to add detail, most notably a large phallus shape jutting out from the male figures body. “And you’re going to…” She drew an arrow going forward and an arrow going backward. “And I’m going to…” She drew a speech bubble above her head and wrote ‘Oh God I’m cumming!’ inside.



“What do you think?” Courtney asked.



“I like it but it’s missing something,” Rob replied.



“What?” Courtney asked.



Rob took the pencil and drew a speech bubble over his own head. He wrote ‘Me too!’.



Courtney smirked and kissed him.



Karen watched the exchange from her seat on the floor in the living room. She saw the smile on Courtney’s face and heard the couple’s laughter as they shared a private moment of flirtation. Karen felt obtrusive but could not look away. She wished she had something like that. She certainly did not begrudge Courtney her relationship with Rob, but she wished that she had her own guy to be with like that. She realized suddenly that it was not her own guy that she wanted, it was her guy. Courtney’s guy.



Rob.



Karen felt herself blush and a sense of worry came over her. It was not Rob making her feel like that. It was Courtney she told herself. Her feelings for Rob were strictly friendly and that was where they belonged. Karen heard Rob laugh and looked up to see Courtney adding to whatever they were drawing. She wondered what it would be like to have his hand going through her hair like it was going through Courtney’s at that moment.



Karen forced herself to look away and focus on the answer Amy was giving her to the question on the flashcard. There was a scraping of chair legs along the floor and she looked up to see Rob cradling Courtney in his arms and lifting her. Her friend’s hands went to the back of his head and she drew him into a kiss as they left the dining room. Amy saw Karen looking over her shoulder and turned around.



“Another break?” Amy asked in a joking ‘mom’ voice as Courtney made out with Rob while he carried her towards his bedroom.



Courtney flipped her the bird from over Rob’s shoulder as she kept her mouth fused with his. They disappeared into Rob’s bedroom and Karen turned her attention back to Amy. The two reviewed for a while and then a noise started. It was soft at first, but Karen recognized it immediately and felt herself blushing. Amy noticed Karen’s expression and grinned.



“They’ll be at it for a while,” Amy said. “It’s best to just try and ignore them.”



Brianna sighed at the loss of her study partner and the distraction the rising volume in Rob’s bedroom created.



“You should have heard them when we were up at the cabin with them,” she said. Brianna had begun referring to herself and Jane as ‘we’, a cute development Karen felt rather astute in noticing. “It sounded like they were rearranging the furniture at times,” she said.



“They literally rearranged the furniture in there,” Wayne said from the lazy boy. “They moved the bed so the headboard would stop beating against the neighbor’s wall.”



This conversation was rather awkward for Karen, especially in the light of the frankly disorienting feelings she was experiencing for Rob at that moment. Her three friends continued to discuss the sexual behavior of Rob and Courtney while the volume inside his bedroom reached a crescendo and Karen heard the unmistakeable sound of Courtney achieving climax. A blush (or was it a flush?) formed on Karen’s cheeks.



“I’m going to get a drink,” she said. She got up from her seated position in front of Amy and went to the kitchen. The lovers’ cries were fainter there but still audible. Karen poured herself a glass of orange juice and swallowed it down. How could the others be so unbothered? Or, why was she so bothered? They were in a relationship, they had sex, why should she feel so weird about it? And why was it so damn warm in the apartment?



Karen was not sure she had answers to any of these questions.



She gulped down her orange juice and then went out onto the balcony. It was cold but her body was burning in a way she had not experienced in a long time. Yearned for things she had not thought she was capable of yet. Karen gulped down the cold air, and was mercifully free of the lust-filled cries of her friend and the creaking of bedsprings.



She was not, however, free from the rising ache inside her.


***”Well,” Rob said. “Look where you’re at now.”



Courtney was by no means immobilized, however her hands were restricted to movement in about a half a foot radius from the spoke she was tied around, which would allow her to maybe get one of her hands to the back of Rob’s head should he deign to kiss her if she strained.



Courtney grinned. “Are you going to punish me?” she asked.



Rob laughed. “Do you want me to?” he asked.



“I think we’re kind of at the point where you’re calling the shots,” she said.



“Hmm…” Rob intoned thoughtfully as he looked at her laying there. He reached forward and grasped the waistband of her panties. Courtney grinned at him and lifted her hips cooperatively as he drew them down her legs.



“Oh, now you’re playing nice,” he said.



“Don’t exactly have a choice do I?” she asked.



“If you want me to untie you just say,” Rob told her seriously.



Courtney smiled at him. “I know,” she said. “I could probably rip free if I pulled hard enough.”



Rob was doubtful of that, but he would not put it past Courtney. She lay on her back, her legs splayed which allowed him to eye the gleaming lips of her pussy. She still had one sock on, but he chose to leave it. Courtney usually wore those long socks when she wore long boots with a skirt or dress, they looked cute peeking out from the top and they stopped her calves from getting chaffed. Rob ran his hand along the shin of her exposed leg, which made her bite down on her lower lip excitedly.



Courtney’s hips rocked and his hands went over them. He caught the bottom of her tank top with his thumbs and drew it upward. She expected him to bring them over her breasts and begin to tease them but instead he left the shirt bunched up just below them. Rob drew away from her again and eyed her for a moment. Now panty-less and her shirt bunched up below her breasts, exposing her toned stomach.



Courtney’s heart was racing just from having him look at her like that when she did not have any way of concealing herself. Her legs rubbed together as a tingling sensation began between her thighs. Rob came forward once more wordlessly and pressed his hand to her stomach. He held it there, kneeling on the mattress and seemed to be feeling the way her breathing caused her diaphragm to expand and contact. He traced the definition of her abdominal muscles with the tips of his fingers and circled her navel teasingly.



“I thought you were going to fuck me,” Courtney said.



“I will,” Rob promised her. “I just want to play a little.”



A shiver of excitement went up Courtney’s spine and she felt herself grow just a little wetter. His hand continued to move along her stomach. Courtney was not sure if it was his words or if she was particularly sensitive in her bound state, but the motions of his fingers along the soft skin of her abdomen was sending shivers of pleasure to all corners of her body.



“I’ll be right back,” Rob said.



“Wait…” she began but he was already off the bed and going to the door.



Courtney lay there, confused and horny. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest and she could hear Rob moving around the apartment. When he arrived he had two familiar friends with him. The first was the seven inch vibrating dildo she had had since she was sixteen. The other was the bullet vibrator the two of them had had fun with at various times and venues. They had never used the first in their play time together, and Courtney’s body temperature went up a notch at the sight of it.



“Where did you find that?” she asked him.



“In with the box you gave me to unpack in the bedroom,” he explained. He had also brought a bottle of massage gel which also acted as a lubricant. Courtney watched as he spread it along the length of her vibrator and reached a gleaming hand forward for her knee. He parted her legs and eyed the gleaming folds of her sex. Rob reached forward with the toy and ran the end of it along her folds before finding her entrance with it and sliding it inside.



Courtney had not used the vibrator for a rather long time, but its shape was familiar inside of her. Just having it inside of her, its presence, made her heart beat a little faster and her breath come in slightly more quickly. She could feel it pressing up against the walls of her sex, filling her with cool plastic when she wanted hot flesh. Rob kept it off and then grabbed the bullet vibrator. He turned it on and then laid between her legs.



Rob set the bullet to a steady vibration and then ran it along her stomach in a similar manner as he had his fingers. Courtney squirmed against the sensations, which caused the toy inside of her to shift inside her channel. Rob brought the toy in his down over her mound, and drew it near her clit. He drew it away as soon as she started feeling the slightest effects of the vibrator on the sensitive bud. Courtney groaned in frustration and tried to shift her hips to bring it back into position, but the vibrations faded away.



Rob ran the toy up along her flank until he came to her tank top. He pushed it up over her breasts, and then brought the vibrator to the underside of one of the firm swells. Rob had it up at a high power, and vibrations ran through the flesh of her breast as he did this. The sensation made her squirm, partially out of irritation at not being delivered a more direct form of pleasure and partially from the pleasure the toy still managed to bring.



Courtney could feel the toy inside of her. It too was a form of teasing. At first she had thought it was some relief because she at least had something to scratch the itch that was aching inside of her. Now, however, she saw that Rob had been playing the long game. Yes, it had provided some temporary comfort, but now all it did was remind her of all the pleasure she was being withheld from her. She ached for his cock, and yet he had not even provided her with the full functionality of the toy.



Courtney realized then that they were coming to the cusp of a long term trend in their relationship. Rob liked to tease and Courtney liked to be teased. This was the culmination of that dynamic, and Courtney was now fully beginning to understand what she was in for. Rob would fuck her like she wanted, but not until her body was screaming its desire for it with every particle that comprised it. He was going to draw this out, and Courtney realized she was really going to need that nap Rob had put into the evening’s itinerary to recover from what he was going to do to her.



Rob lowered the setting of the vibrator as he dragged it along the swell of her breast. It neared her areole and then drifted away. Courtney grunted in frustration and Rob smirked up at her as he slid the toy along her perspiring flesh until it was between her breasts. He rose the intensity of the vibration up once more as he dragged the toy up and down her sternum. Courtney’s body rocked as she desperately sought any sort of direct stimulation to her breasts, but Rob deftly evaded these efforts.



The vibrator hummed more softy once more as he brought the pink bullet onto her breast. He circled the areole from afar, making concentric circles that grew increasingly smaller until he was tracing the border of her areole. Courtney’s nipples were fully engorged. They stood proudly from the apex of her breasts, pleading along with the rest of her body to be given some attention. Rob answered that plea when he brought he toy to her nipple.



“Gah,” Courtney gasped. She was hardly ever this sensitive to stimulation of her nipples, but with the way she was starving for direct stimulation that contact sent ripples of pleasure through her. It did not last long, Rob drew the toy away after giving her just a taste of the water her dehydrated body craved. Courtney whined unhappily and tried to get the stimulation back, but Rob was sliding it around the upper portion of her breast. It went across her upper chest and then over her other breast.



Courtney could feel her juices running down her perineum as he teased her so torturously. Her hips moved and the plastic cock inside of her continued to prod and bump against sensitive spots inside of her without really giving her any much needed stimulation. Rob ran the toy along Courtney’s other breast as he had the first, making smaller and smaller circles as he slowly zeroed in on the turgid nipple straining towards the ceiling.



Courtney’s eyes locked on the toy, willing it to get closer, begging for it to brush against the engorged point even for just a moment so she could feel another moment of real stimulation. They were so focused on the toy in Rob’s hand, in fact, that she missed him reaching down between her legs. As he brought the toy to her nipple he turned the knob at the base of the vibrator inside of her, sending a flood of stimulus through her body.



“Oh!” Courtney cried. She nearly came. From a bit of teasing of her nipples and a well-timed activation of a sex toy she had nearly achieved orgasm. Courtney refused, however, to cum while Rob was still teasing her. It would not do to make this too easy for him. So, Courtney’s toes curled and her arms tightened against the restraints at her wrists, but she did not let go. Rob continued to tease her nipple with the little bullet while the plastic cock hummed torturously inside of her.



Courtney’s hips began to wiggle with renewed urgency as the pink toy in Rob’s hand began to slide down her stomach. It did not take much intuition to know what he was planning, and Courtney’s already swiftly beating heart thudded a little quicker beneath her breast in anticipation. Rob ran the toy along her pubic mound. The shaved flesh was smooth beneath the plastic of the bullet vibrator. He surprised Courtney by spending little time in teasing her with it there and brought it near her clit.



“Uhn!” Courtney groaned. The humming of the toy send vibrations through her clit, which worked as antenna for the rest of her body. Her entire body seemed to buzz along with the vibrator, and Courtney’s shallow breaths became ‘Ohs’ of pleasure. Her hips rocked and bucked, and her chest thrust upward as her pleasure intensified. Rob lay on his stomach in front of her and reached up between her legs. He turned up the vibration of the toy inside of her and took hold of the end.



“Fuck!” Courtney gasped. Her body was flooded with new sensations as Rob began to saw the dildo in and out of her. Its vibrations were out of sync but in harmony with the toy humming near her clit, both toys sending ripples of pleasure through her. They seemed so somehow join and intensify as the crested through her form. Courtney’s brow gleamed with a sheen of sweat and her eyes shut as she braced herself against an onslaught of stimulation.



Rob turned up the intensity of the bullet vibrator and brought it right next to her clit. There was a moment in which Courtney felt weightless, as though she were floating in a pool of water. Then all at once she was submerged in pleasure. She felt her muscles tighten up all around her body. She felt her ass lift up off the bed, and in some distant corner of her mind she could hear her voice crying out in a note of absolute ecstasy.



The pleasure engulfed her like a wave, and Courtney felt her pussy wrap around and squeeze the vibrating false-cock inside of her. She begged Rob internally to push it in as far as it would go so that she could savor every inch of its humming length. Goosebumps rose on her skin and her cries turned to whimpers as her breath was constricted by the pleasure she was drowning in. Courtney’s ass plopped back against the mattress but her climax was not yet over.



Courtney’s legs reached up and wrapped around the source of her pleasure. They tightened around Rob, entrapping the one responsible for the intrusion into her insides. Courtney’s muscles were tight, straining against her bounds so tight that there was no more motion possible. Her breath was stolen from her completely as her pleasure snatched it away, and she reached the apex of her climax. There was an eerie silence within her. Strange because the retorts of the explosions of ecstasy within were met by such silence and stillness without.



Courtney begged with whatever divine power that there might be to make this moment last forever, but her prayer went unanswered as it always did in this moment of rapture. All at once her muscles relaxed and her capacity to breathe was restored. She gasped as if she had been actually drowning and had managed to break the surface. This gasp was followed by an exhale, a sound of intense anger at being torn from that wonderful place of contentment.



Courtney bucked her hips against the toy in Rob’s hand in an attempt to clamber back to anything similar to the paradise that now was now crumbling around her. The goose bumps faded along with the moans, and as she fought to catch her breath a new frustration entered Courtney. Her legs quivered as frustrating memories of ecstasy sent jolts through them. The intruder inside her became what it truly was once more, a cylinder of plastic with batteries that enabled it to rumble. It did not belong there. Rob belonged there, she needed him there.



Rob, however, had a different idea. He left the vibrator deep inside of her and rolled an exhausted Courtney onto her stomach. The brunette watched him from over her shoulder as he squeezed out a line of lube between her buttocks. Courtney hummed as he ran the bullet along the cleft of her ass. Her arms were crossed above her, still bound by the sock which had held up quite well under the strain she had put it under during her climax.



Courtney shut her eyes and lowered her head to the mattress as Rob teased her anus with the toy. The vibrator inside of her continued to rumble, though Rob had turned it down to a low intensity which maintained her arousal but was in no danger of bringing her any orgasms. What made Courtney chew on her lower lip was the bullet in Rob’s hand. He brought it near her gleaming anus and even pressed down on it with the toy, but pulled it away just as it was starting to yield to the pressure.



Courtney lay sweating on the bed, and soft moans escaped her as Rob teased her backdoor with the vibrator. She began to relax; she had been bracing herself for penetration but was eventually lulled into a false sense of security. Rob ran the toy from her perineum to her tailbone, and she curled back against the toy like a pleased cat. She yowled when the next time he put pressure on her sphincter he did not stop as it began to yield and instead slipped inside of her tight rectum.



It slid in with relative ease. She had not been expecting it and so had been relaxed, and the toy was well lubricated. Rob spread her buttocks and tugged at the retrieval string. Her anus widened as the toy started to come out, and then shrunk once more as he pushed it back inside. He released her buttock and left the toy humming inside of her. Rob rolled her back over and Courtney looked at him through hooded eyes. Her eyes were glazed with lust and her face was flushed with arousal.



Rob wiped his hands on his shorts as he stood at the foot of the bed and looked at her thoughtfully for a moment.



“I’ll be right back,” he told her.



Courtney did not protest as he left the room this time, she simply lay there and felt the two plastic invaders rumble inside her. Both chambers were stretched, and the membrane separating them was squeezed together between the two toys. It was impacted with two different sets of vibration, which amplified the intensity of the sensations running through her body. Courtney squirmed against her bounds, and tried to slide her wrists free, but to no avail. She was trapped, and even without him there in the room with her he was teasing her by making her theorize of what he was going to come back with.



Ice cubes? Whipped cream? Courtney could only wonder, and her curious mind began to wander into the place of fantasy. The toys hummed inside of her cheerily, wickedly feeding her body all kinds of stimulation but none of it intense enough to bring her to climax. When Rob finally returned her curiosity was satisfied, and she felt slightly disappointed. He held a pillow in one hand and a blanket in the other.



Rob turned her back onto her back and slid the blanket under her, which felt a lot nicer on her skin than the bare mattress. Courtney watched as he drew his shirt over his head and pulled his shorts down. His cock came free, semi-erect and tantalizing. Rob climbed onto the bed and pulled her further down the bed until her arms were straightened. He slid the pillow beneath her upper back and neck, causing her head to tilt back. Courtney craned her neck up and he came forward to kiss her.



“You okay?” he asked her.



Courtney nodded. “I’m good,” she said. Her breathing was slightly labored, and her brow shone with a fine sheen of sweat.



Rob smiled and kissed her again before moving up the bed and turning to straddle her upstretched arms. Courtney’s head tilted back and Rob came forward. He reached forward and gently gripped the back of her head as he guided the head of his cock to her mouth. There was little for Courtney to do but keep her mouth open and work her tongue along his shaft as he reached forward and took her breasts in his hands. As his erection grew Rob began to sway his hips gently, and Courtney tongue flattened on the floor of her mouth.



Rob tugged at her nipples which made Courtney hum around the member stretching her lips. With her hands tied back she had no control over what he did, however this turned her on for every reason Amy had told her it turned her own. It was a complete release of control to someone she totally trusted. This was an act of submission but it made her feel powerful because she had someone who loved her enough to deserve the trust she was placing in him.



Rob pushed his cock to the back of her mouth and Courtney gagged slightly. He pulled back at the sound and gave Courtney a moment to prepare herself before he tried again. Courtney could still tilt her head, and she did so as he pushed forward once more. This straightened out her throat and allowed him to slide further inside. Courtney had deep throated him often enough to be able to control her gag reflex around his cock, and though it was a different position and the power was titled firmly in his favor, this was not that different than giving him a blowjob.



One advantage to this position, Courtney soon realized, was that Rob could slide his hands all over her body. They went along her stomach and over her breasts. Caressing and squeezing her flesh as he thrust his hips gently against her face. Courtney’s view was blocked of anything apart from his ass and swaying balls, so she shut her eyes and concentrated on the sensations of his hands on her body and his cock in her mouth.



Rob reached forward between her legs and turned the knob at the end of her vibrator. This caused Courtney to moan loudly around his shaft. She moaned even more wantonly as he set the vibrator in her ass to a pulsing rhythm of vibration. Courtney nearly came then, but held off. She desperately wanted to get her hands on him so she could squeeze his ass and play with the balls that kept brushing against her nose and upper lip as he sank his full length into her mouth.



Rob watched Courtney’s throat expand and contract as his hips swayed. He brought his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and felt the vibrations of her moans around his invading shaft. Courtney had something in all orifices. She felt the pulses of the bullet in her ass, the merciless hum of the vibrator inside her pussy, and of course his cock stretching her throat. Rob continued to squeeze the firm swells of her breasts, and tug on the nipples while she was assaulted from pleasure from every direction.

He had me on the bed. The mattress was firm, blankets thick, woven, and probably very nice. I squirmed away, only managing to scoot further back onto the bed before he grabbed me by the ankle.



“Where are you going?” he asked. His lips turned up at the corners. He had such a nice face. Perhaps that’s why I had trusted him in the first place. “I’ve had girls here before. Trust me, the neighbors are too far away to ever hear you screaming. Plus, I know you’re pretty worn out from all that ruckus you made in the car. Stop struggling.”



He yanked my ankle properly, unbalancing me so I fell back. then he disappeared from view. I struggled to catch sight of him again, seeing he had bent under the bed. He came up again, one hand still around my ankle and the other dragging a heavy chain out from under the bed.



I couldn’t help it. My voice was worn out from being in the car, screaming against a gag fashioned with my own underwear–but my legs weren’t. I kicked. Two–three times, and surprised him enough to get loose.



We looked at each other a moment, both of us surprised, before I rolled off the bed and away from him, scrambling to my feet and heading for the door.



He caught my wrist first, yanking me again and my momentum spun me into the door jamb. I hissed, feeling a hot knot forming at my right temple.



“Careful,” he urged, chuckling. He swept me into his arms, crossing them over my own struggling elbows and pinning them to my sides. then he lifted me, my feet dangling. “Maybe it was too soon to untie you, huh? Feisty. I like your energy.”



He threw me onto the bed again, and climbed on after me as I tried to scurry away. He was an average sized man, but muscular and with large hands that quickly brought me back into position on the mattress. I felt my lips quivering and my head pounded still as he pinned me down with his body, using one hand to force me to look into his face.



He smiled. I sobbed, voice breaking in my aching throat. “Now now, isn’t this nicer? Don’t struggle, you’ll just get hurt,” he said again, grinding his hips into me. He was wearing thick, sturdy working jeans but I could still feel a bulge there–stiff against my exposed thigh.



He let his hand slip down from my chin, caressing my neck and I coughed. “Shhh…” I gulped air, frightened. I could feel my pulse throbbing against his fingers.



The man tightened his grip then, and the smile left his face. Instead it was replaced with a grim line. He was cutting off my air. I clawed at his hand with my own, the only one not pinned under him. His grip was firm.



“Stop,” he said. I let my hand fall back to the bed, and he let up. I took a shallow, shuddering breath. Then another. he peered at me with the same determined look.



“Haven’t I shown yet that you can’t get away from me?” he said. “If you behave, I won’t need to hurt you. Be a good girl. Got it?” My head pounded. Yes. I nodded.



The smile came back. “You remember when we came in. Just miles of farm. No where to run to.” His hand relented, and I gulped a deep, true breath. I dared not move.



He tilted my head to the side, nibbling on my neck so intimately I shuddered again. “You smell good,” he said. “Now lie still.”



The man propped himself up on his elbows, looking at me a moment to see what I would do. When I didn’t move, he slid off of me and leaned over the foot of the bed. I heard the chain clink, and flinched. His eyes flicked over to me, and the corner of his mouth came up again. He shook his head. “You made it necessary,” he said, showing me the cuff and padlock at the end. I shook my head frantically.



“Don’t give me those pitiful eyes. This stays on until you can prove you’re a good girl.” He grabbed my ankle again, squeezing meaningfully before placing the padded metal cuff and replacing the padlock. The key he slipped into his shirt pocket.



“You know what, I think you’ve lost the right to your hands too.” He retrieved my pantyhose from the floor, using them to rebind my hands behind me. I felt my lips quivering again, and bit down on my lips trying not to cry. It only hurt my throat, and made my head pound more, and made him amused.



My hands were soon fastened again, and he took a couple steps back to get a good look at me. “I hope you appreciate that cuff. It’s hard to find them padded like that.” He grinned. “I’m gonna go lock up the house.”



And he turned and left, simply shutting the door behind him. I wailed, more terrified now that I was alone…



The bedroom was a simple one. Besides the bed (king size) and a chest of drawers, there was an adjoining bathroom to which the door was open. The only light was from a lamp on the far side of the room. Wait… There was another fixture on the ceiling, but the switch was over by the door. The bed frame was heavy oak and the chain was thick… secure. I was secured.



When my sobbing and coughing wore down to hiccups, I slipped off the bed. The chain clinked no matter which way I moved, so I didn’t bother tiptoeing. The one window in the room was sealed shut. Looked as if the jamb had been painted over and there was a bar on the outside. Impossible, with my hands tied behind me. Next, the bathroom. The chain fell short before I could even touch the doorjamb. I shivered; the wooden floor was leeching what little warm my exposed body had. All I had left was my little black dress, and I secretly cursed myself. I



shouldn’t have gone out tonight.



I sank to the floor, not even bothering to try to reach the other door or the lamp. Both were too far way. My bare ass was chilled by the flooring too, but I had no place else to go.



Soon I heard footsteps. The door opened, and I could see the man had really settled in for the night. He was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and moccasins. He had a plastic cup in one hand, and a bag in the other. He chuckled again.



“Maybe if you’re good tonight I’ll let you use the bathroom,” he said in response to my glare. I felt my bladder contract painfully. My mouth was so dry. I hadn’t considered the bathroom for hours.



“Up, awkward duckling. To the bed with you. I’ve brought some water.” My bladder contracted again, but the dryness in my mouth won out, and I levered myself from my knees to my feet and went over to the bed. He set the bag down by the door before bringing the cup to me and putting it to my lips. I drank, only choking once.



“Good girl,” he said. His bare chest showed a more impressive musculature than I had expected; built pecs and arms. I felt the fear coming back.



He indicated that I stay still as he set the plastic cup down on the floor. He looked me over again. “No matter how often I look at you, you do it for me every time. Look at this,” he said, gesturing at his crotch where his erection was straining. Now that he was only wearing flannel, I could see he was long. More than 6 inches. I felt my mouth drop. I hadn’t considered it, but I didn’t really expect a man who kidnapped his dates to have a sizable cock.



He took a hand then, pulling the fabric taut against himself. “I’ll have you begging for this, watch. Lie down.”



I didn’t move.



“Lie down!” he shouted.



I fell back, lying on my hands. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get myself back up. When I heard him stepping away, I craned my neck.



He had gone for the bag. He pulled from it a pair of safety shears with plastic guards on the tips. He looked back at me. “Lie still,” he said.



I watched him walk back to me. My throat felt better now, with the water, but I didn’t scream. I just bit my lips as he straighten the fabric of my dress, and snipped at the bottom hem. When I understood his purpose, I squirmed.



He slapped my thigh, “Stop moving.” I tensed, every muscle still as his shears made their way up the front of my dress, finally closing on the hem at my neck. “Much better,” he said. He returned the shears before peeling the dress back, pushing it down my shoulders till it threatened to tangle up my hands. My nipples were hard already, from the cold. It spite of myself, I clung to the warmth of his hands as he undressed me.



He crawled up on the bed with me then, kicking off his slippers. Breathed against my neck, and I shivered from something other than the cold.



“Don’t turn your face from me, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear. His hand run up my side and cupped the curve of my breast. His thumb played with the nipple. “You”ll like it, I swear.” I clung to his warmth, it was so cold in the room. I could feel his erection on me; hot and stiff even through the flannel.



“No,” I said, quietly. “I won’t. I will not.”



He laughed in my ear, nibbling on my neck again. My head pounded.



“Stop it,” I said.



“Well,” he offered, “If you don’t want my dick in that slutty cunt of yours we can always do something else.” I didn’t like the tone of his voice.



He pulled away from me, and I started shivering again. He saw, but he just smiled. My hands were beginning to go numb.



The man pulled at the flannel drawstrings. “I am your master. I’ll do what I like, and you’ll learn to like it when I do.” He let the pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them. He was long, and thick. More like 8 inches than 6. I felt my belly stirring. I won’t like it. I won’t.



He came back to me, and I didn’t move. He looked down at me briefly, before yanking me up by the arm and dragging my face toward the end of the bed. “Tilt your head back,” he said.



I glared.



He yanked my head down by the hair, exposing my throat. “Don’t bite,” he growled. His hand hovered over my throat–an implicit threat.



I leaned my head back and opened my mouth.



“See, it’s not hard to be a good girl. Just do as Master says.” He ran his thumb under my ear, and back to my cheek. My pulse jumped in my throat, and my head swam more. “Say, ‘Yes, master,’ ” he urged.



“Yes, master.”



“Good girl,” he said once again before shoving his cock into my mouth.



So I tried to be good. I slid my tongue over his penis awkwardly before realizing that I was upside down and readjusting my jaw. Then I felt him push back, and realized he didn’t really want my tongue.



“Relax your throat, babe.” I moistened his cock desperately, trying to keep him out of my throat. I sucked on the head, swirling my tongue until he groaned softly.



“Sweetheart, if you don’t relax your throat I’ll choke you with it,” he said, pushing forth a bit more. I gagged.



“Don’t breathe,” he said. “Swallow me.” I felt him push forward again, and his thighs hit my forehead as his cock invaded my throat. I panicked. His balls and pubic hair tickled my face as he seemed to settle for a moment, before pulling back and surging back in.



“That-a-girl,” he said, “Just breathe in between thrusts.” He slowly fucked my throat, and I felt my eyes watering. I wasn’t just captive to this man. I was a sex doll. I was a mouth and a cunt. That he owned.



Finally, he pulled out, and I gasped for breath. “How’s your head doing?” he laughed. I was dizzy. He rolled me over onto my side, dragging me by the arm until my head was on the bed again. He hadn’t come. His erection bobbed in front of me.



“When your master asks you a question you should really answer, you know.” He grasped the back of my neck, not harshly but meaningfully.



“Okay…” I croaked.



“Okay, what?” he emphasized, digging his fingers in.



“Okay, Master.”



He let go. his voice rose. “If you’d be good we could just have fun, but you seem to be a slow learner.”



I shook my head.



“Then obey! Ass up in the air, slut.”



I winced, then rocked myself and used my legs to get my butt in the air, as request. He moved the chain, settling into a better position before stepping away…



“Don’t peek,” he said, “I’m watching.”



I froze, head half turned. When I could hear him coming back I let my head fall back on the bed. I heard a popping sound behind me, and I flinched.



“Don’t fidget,” he said, spanking my exposed bottom. The dress fabric was folded over to the side, not that there had been much of it, and I was feeling the cold again, but I tried to be still.



After a moment I felt something wet and cold in the crack of my ass. My eyes widened.



“No!” I squirmed, but one hand was enough for him to hold me down.



“No?” he repeated. “I am your master. You do not say no to me.” His hand came down, and my right ass cheek burned. I hissed a breath through my teeth.



“Don’t,” I said.



“Don’t?” He spanked me again, my left cheek flaming this time. “It is my intention to use your body as I see fit,” he demanded.



I felt him move close to me, but he didn’t enter. Instead, he ran his cock against the crack of my ass, placing a thumb at my asshole for emphasis.



“The only way I am not using your ass for my benefit tonight is if you honestly beg me to put Master’s dick in your needy little cunt,” he said.



I felt my pussy clench, and my face burned. He continued rubbing himself between my ass cheeks.



“What…” he said after a moment, “You don’t appreciate the honor of having my dick in that nasty little cunt of yours either, slut?” His hand came down again, and I cried out:



“Yes–No–Please, go ahead, put it in me. Just not my ass. Please, don’t hurt me…”



His hand came down again, and I whimpered. I heard the pop that must have been the lube bottle again. “Only good girls get to have Master’s dick the way they want… And you, sweetheart, have not been a very good girl, have you?”



“I’ll be good! Please, not that, please…”



I felt the lube again, and this time he pushed into me with his fingers, stretching me. I sobbed, feeling the invasion. “You’re too big. You’ll ruin me,” I pleaded.



He continued plunging the cold fingers into me, and suddenly there was more pressure so he must have added a third. “Tell you what,” he finally said.



“If you fuck back onto my cock, I’ll take my dick out of your ass for the night, how does that sound?” I whimpered. I had no choice. He wasn’t giving me a choice.



“You’ll be good, won’t you sweet heart? I’ll even help by doing the first thrust, okay?”



There was no other warning. He just pulled out his fingers and shoved his rock hard cock up my virgin asshole.



I screamed. I could feel him, making me full and my bladder twinged again. He didn’t move.



“Ah, I can feel you clenching down on me. You have such a tight little asshole, sweetheart. Mmm. I could fuck this all night. Want to?”



I moaned, shaking my head.



“What’s that, slut?”



“No, Master, please…”



“That’s better. My offer still stands… Ten… nine… eight…”



No way was I going to wait until he reached one. I took a deep breath.



“Five… four… Oh, there we go… Come on, nice and slow…”



I pushed, crying out as the penis stretched me. I didn’t know if I’d ever work properly again. I felt so full, fitting more of him in was impossible; yet I kept backing up, with his hands on my hips, until finally I felt his legs touching my backside. I sighed, panting heavily.



“You’re not done, slut,” he said quietly. “Go on. Fuck your Master’s cock. I want to see that ass move.”



“Yes, Master,” I grunted, pulling away. Out was easier. Things were meant to go out.



All too soon, his hands on my hips were pulling me back. “Far enough.” I began fucking back onto his cock. I should have begged, I thought. This is so… wrong. I did think he would rape me, maybe even kill me, but not… Make every little part of me his.



I went again pulling away and pushing back on his cock. It got easier. Every thrust got a bit faster. My ass burned. Deep inside, it burned. My eyes stung, and I knew I was crying but I tried not to cry out. Because, somehow, thrust after thrust, I was beginning to feel something… good?



“Good girl, keep fucking Master’s dick. You like Master’s dick, huh?”



I grunted.



He spanked me again. With the cock in my ass it jarred me, and I gasped. “Say you like Master’s dick, slut.”



“I like your dick, Master,” I moaned, trying to force my way back onto his cock.



“You know what else you like, babydoll?” he asked, pulling me back by the hips and leaning forward to grab my breasts. “You must really like it up the ass, because I can feel your juices running all down your legs…”



I groaned louder, found out. I clenched down on his cock, afraid to move.



“But you know what? We made a deal, didn’t we?” He pulled out, letting me fall back onto the bed. I fell onto my side, my back strained from keeping the position. I was suddenly very, very empty.



I could see him with a towel, cleaning himself off. Had he come? Did I not feel it? How was that different, when a man came in your ass? I felt relieved for a moment until he turned, and I could see he still had an erection.



“You should see the look on your face, sweetheart. Come here.” He stepped over to the foot of the bed, and I wriggled over to him. He pulled me closer and held me by the neck, rubbing his cock against my cheek. “Lick it,” he said.



Tentatively, I stretched out my tongue and turned my head. It had a bit of a sharp smell, but it didn’t really taste any different.



“Good girl… Just listen to your master.”



If I wasn’t a slut before, I was now. But I was so wet and I wanted anything now. Even this… monster. Any bone he was willing to throw me. So I licked his cock thoroughly. I wanted it, even though it had just been in my ass.



“Do you like Master’s dick?” he asked again.



“Yes, Master,” I said. He pulled away from me.



“On your back,” he said. I turned slowly, maneuvering to face him and lie on my back. My arms were tangled in the dress again, but I relished the discomfort. There was only one part of me he hadn’t claimed.



I let my legs fall open. He stood at the end of the bed, dragging his eyes over me. His boner twitched. He crawled up after me, leaning over me again and readjusting the chain so that he could bring my legs up over my head. I winced, my bladder tight.



“What’s with that face, slut?” he asked, massaging the exposed curved of my ass with his large hands.



My eyes darted over to the bathroom door.



“Ah, well I’m sure you can wait till your Master is done with you, right babydoll?” he said, kneeling between my legs. He held his cock by the base, and dredged the head between my pussy lips. I sighed and panted–not really caring, anymore. I needed cock. I needed this cock.



“Tell me what you want.”



“I want Master…” I gasped. “I want Master’s cock…”



“You should say please, babydoll. It’s only polite.”



“Please, Master,” I said as he positioned his cock. “Please give me your cock. Please, I want Master’s cock in.. in my pussy. Master please, fuck my pussy. Fuck my pussy with your cock Master, please….”



“Alright slut. But only because you asked so nice,” he said, leaning forward.



As the end of his cock slid into me, I sighed again. I could see us joining, and watched as his cock slowly disappeared into my pussy. He was so big; it couldn’t possibly all fit. Yet he had fit in my ass. And it felt so good, to be full.He wedged into me, and I let my legs fall, widening my hips for his entry. He slapped my thigh. “Stupid slut,” he said, pulling my legs back up over my head. He held them there, and I felt pressure on my bladder again as he slid into me. I whimpered.



He groaned, pumping slowly in and out and even with the pressure in my bladder I began to moan. He smiled.



“Thank Master for his dick, sweetheart.”



“Thank you Master,” I said as he manage to push further into me, “for your cock.” I let my head fall back, let him hold my legs up by the ankles, let him plow into me, inch by inch.



“Mmm.. Your cunt is so tight, babydoll. Fuck, worth saving for last. Feel how tight you are on me. You love my big dick tearing open your needy little cunt like this, don’t you?”



“Yes… Master,” I moaned, focusing on my bladder. It felt so good; his cock in me was so sweet and every movement brought a new wave of pleasure emanating from my belly. As he thrust in, I clenched because of the pressure on my bladder and every time I clenched I could feel him, throbbing inside.

I looked at my own face in the bathroom mirror. My eyes were red, mascara running down my cheeks with the river of angry tears I wished desperately weren’t there. Blackened drops had rained down onto my cleavage which was very much exposed in the low cut jumper I’d worn for his benefit.



After weeks of tension, arguing, making up, more arguing and general chaos, I was getting heartily sick of this latest period of his “issues”.



I’ll back track and explain. My husband, the love of my life, suffers from depression. He is one of those people who is incredible, strong, intelligent and capable, until something hits him and he goes… well kind of wonky. Mostly he just retreats into himself, but because he has a job, a wife and now children, he can’t keep doing that all the time.



He tries hard to be even and okay with us, and to his credit, when he is angry or sad, he’s never violent. I don’t think he has it in him to hurt any of us physically, and I know that when he does hurt us mentally, the guilt just drives him further into the depressed state he’s fighting.



He is a beautiful man on the inside and outside. He just doesn’t see it. There’s a long and complicated history to that, but suffice it to say, when he does go through a period of depression, it usually lasts between 3 and 9 months, and it happens maybe once every 2 to 3 years.



We’re in the midst of one of those phases now, but it was only really 2 years ago that he finished up with the last depressed period, and during that, he basically had a complete mental breakdown. I held everything together the best I could. I became rather messy myself. It was just too much to ask of me, as much as I wish I had the strength to deal with it all and still stay sunny for him.



In the end, he changed jobs, did some therapy and hopped back on track. We’ve lived quite happily for those 2 years. Happily of course, barring the jolt in trust I’d suffered and the fact that I managed to develop myself a bit of a negative attitude as a result of always having to be the adult and always having to be okay, or else everything became ‘my fault’.



I know that he doesn’t really think that, but my man, lets call him Joe for the sake of this, tends to blame others (ie: me) when he’s hurt or upset. He knows I’m a safe person, I’m not going anywhere, so it’s okay for him to blame me when things aren’t okay. When he feels better, he gets the guilts over hurting me, but in the last few years, he’s forgotten the art of actually apologising. He doesn’t want to revisit our fights, he just wants to move on. Frankly, I’m so tired of the upset that I after a little while, I just want to move on too. Sometimes I get angry with myself for not demanding an apology, but really, that would just spark another fight, and who has the energy for that. When we’re moving forward, he’s reasonable, rational, loving, smiley, even a little silly. I’d rather just enjoy those times.



This time, as things started getting to him, Joe had stopped wanting sex. I am in my mid-thirties, so I’m enjoying a huge surge in my drive. I want sex all the time, and I’m doing all I can (in the midst of the sometimes wracking exhaustion of our daily life) to keep things going. It is probably true to say that I haven’t always pulled out all of the stops, but I’ve suggested, stroked, kissed. I have tried to strip off at the end of the day in a nonchalantly seductive manner. It’s usually lost on a man who is already reading a book.



In amongst it all, I miss the sexy, dirty man Joe was. He’s still in there. When we do have sex, it’s basic but it is still good. He knows my body quite well. I think the thing I miss the most is when he’d talk to me. He used to know by instinct what to say. He kept it simple and told me how beautiful I was, how delicious my tits were, that he wanted to stretch my pussy with his cock. When we were having sweet, love making type sex, he’d keep it clean, respectful and sweet. He’d make me feel like a princess. I’d come over and over just at the sound of his beautiful smooth voice panting that he loved me.



Life changes around us, and we forget to see each other. I suppose that’s what has happened to some extent. I know that to my best girlfriend, I’ve said regularly lately that Joe has his head firmly shoved up his ass. He can only see what is going on in his world. Unfortunately, because I know him, and have watched him go through this awful pain, I can’t blame him. I love him and I would do anything to take it away. However, because I’m not a depressed person, I often find it hard to relate to the notion of not just picking yourself up by your bootstraps and getting on with things, or at least seeing the people around you, those who love you.



The experts assure me that depression is an illness, and I understand and accept that. I have no more chance of curing him than I do of curing cancer, so I have to work out how to live with it. The hard thing is, where do you draw the line between “He’s guarding himself because he is unwell” and “He’s being so self involved that it’s self destructive”?



This week, I’d been working on trying to amp up our sex life. I figured I was the one with the need, I should take responsibility for getting things happening. I didn’t want to rest on my laurels and whine about what I wasn’t getting, so I had a little think, and decided that a bit of pornography might just get his juices flowing.



I had found a website with a tonne of sexy stories and I had spent some time during the week reading them. There were some that didn’t really do it for me, but others that added to the mounting sexual frustration that I have been living with.



Honestly, since I hit 35, I’d be delighted to be good and fucked at least once a day. There are days where sitting in my office chair is enough to head me toward an orgasm.



I enjoyed reading these stories and getting myself off when I could get time away from Joe and the kids. That wasn’t nearly often enough for me, but it did hold me over for a few days. I broached the subject with Joe and he seemed to be happy. He’d said, “Yes, well it would be nice to know what you want in bed.”



I must admit, even that comment had pissed me off. I’d been telling him all along! Mrs Sarcasm took over inside my mind and I just wanted to blurt out “Well it would help if you’d extract that huge cranium from your rectum! Perhaps then you’d hear what I’ve been telling you!” Of course, I didn’t say that. I knew myself enough to know that that wasn’t going to help. I was just angry and I needed to get the hell over it if I had any hope of making things better.



Let me sidetrack again. I promise, I’ll get to the good stuff soon! I need to make it clear that I didn’t want to have an affair. I know that some people would suggest leaving or screwing around, especially if they could take a quick look into the size of my libido. Those were not solutions I was happy with.



For all of his faults, Joe is truly a lovely person. He and I have enriched each other far more than we’ve hurt each other. I am still attracted to him physically and I know full well that what I want is sex with HIM. I am also by no means perfect, and I believe when you choose to spend your life with a person, have children with them, you do everything you can to make that work.



Walking out is just not an option for me unless he gives up on trying to get better, or the situation is too toxic for the kids. I may have promised him “in sickness and in health” but they didn’t get a choice, and we’ve agreed that our children have to come first.



So back to why I stood in tears, studying mascara stained droplets on my boobs, angry as all hell and wanting to do something about it.



I had shared some stories with Joe, stories that turned me on, some that I thought might work for both of us. We had sex a couple of times over the week which was more than it had been. I was happy, he was happy. We’d even thrown in the odd new move which was fantastic. I still needed more orgasms than I was getting, but I figured that that was my problem, and as long as we were happy, connected and having a bit more sex, I was content.



I asked Joe to share some stories with me that he liked, and he had spent a few days looking through what the website had to offer. Then he found one that he wanted me to read, and sent me the link.



I waited until the kids were safely in bed (I’m not good at reading sexy stories while the kids are around. It’s very hard to sit there pretending to be a proper Mummy when you have rock hard nipples and are dripping wet inside your panties).



I started reading the story Joe had sent me. I knew it was a Bondage type story and that didn’t particularly bother me. We’d experimented at home a little with tying each other up, light spanking and similar things in the past. It was good. I was happy to have a bit of that in our relationship. I’m certainly not the raunchiest woman alive, but I am not afraid of trying a few new things. I would rather do that than have my sex life become stale.



The story started to take a few turns I didn’t like particularly. Though it had been written from the perspective of a woman, clearly it was written by a man. His knowledge of what certain acts actually felt like was a bit dodgy to say the least. I know some people really do get off on pain, and I myself don’t mind a bit of dancing around that pleasure/pain line, but there’s a point where it goes beyond titillating and heads straight toward downright painful.



The female star of the story spent the majority of the story as the submissive, but she didn’t seem to know what she was getting into in the beginning. Now, I may be new to the scene and naïve, but as far as I could tell, you can’t just throw someone into full blown bondage and have them respond. They need to be interested in it. They need to have the right elements in their psyche.



I’d also personally been through a couple of close encounters with people who weren’t trying to have me join the Bondage lifestyle so much as literally hurt me, humiliate me and abuse me. I am not someone who enjoys being at others mercy for real. I’m aware that sometimes I am at Joe’s mercy emotionally in my marriage, but then, to some extent, most people in relationships are. I had also made that choice myself to allow some of it in an effort to keep the peace and keep my husband relatively happy.



So, I tried to read, I really did. I paid attention to the parts of the story where the female lead was having her pussy licked and fingered, I imagined some of the voyeuristic elements of the story with some enjoyment and I even didn’t mind the anal portions of the story. I don’t mind a bit of anal, as a matter of fact, I invite it willingly from time to time.



Unfortunately for me, there were some parts to the story I didn’t like. There was blackmail, threats of rape, emotional turmoil and some plot twists that I just couldn’t believe enough to enjoy.



Everyone finds stories they don’t particularly get off on. I knew Joe wouldn’t mind if this one didn’t do it for me, but I guess, I was tired. I guess I was surprised at the level of humiliation and pain featured in this story. I knew Joe had meant this for me. I didn’t know how much, but I guess I was shocked and incensed at the thought that he might want me hurt, humiliated or even gang raped for the sake of his pleasure. I couldn’t believe he’d really think this way.



At a certain point he became aware that I’d stopped reading. He’d been watching TV, and I’d had my laptop out to read the story near him. “Well? What did you think?” He asked, obviously anticipating a happy response.



“Sorry Honey, I don’t understand.” I started, a little dazed. “This is awful! Did you actually read it all?”



“To be honest, I only read the first couple of pages. Why? What bothered you?”



I started to explain, and there was most definitely a distressed edge to my voice. A swirl of thoughts from my immersed brain came tumbling out of my mouth before I’d had the chance to consider how to frame them for him. As I spoke, I could see his eyes grow cold, his expression became stone and he faced the TV silently.



“I’m sorry, I just don’t…” I started to try to soothe things.



“Forget it! I won’t share this kind of stuff with you in future if that’s the reaction you are going to have.” He was obviously furious.



I knew I’d made a terrible mistake. There was nothing wrong with me telling him that some of the story wasn’t to my liking, but I’d allowed my shock to take over. That kind of lapse in my emotional control was a total no-no in this phase of Joe’s depression. He was just too sensitive to take any criticism from me, even if it wasn’t directed at him. In this case I guess he took it personally because he’d tried to share a sexual fantasy with me and it had bombed out so terribly.



“I am sorry…” I stammered. “I didn’t mean it like that! I was just shocked!”



“No, forget it. I don’t want to talk about it.” His voice was hard and controlled.



I felt powerless. I felt terrible that this man, whom I loved with every part of me, could be so hurt by me, and that it seemed that part of him wanted to do things to me that would leave me in pain and humiliated. It wasn’t what I knew of him at all. I was so confused that I felt physically weak.



My insides ached knowing it was the beginning of another fight. We’d had a few good days, but we’d been fighting a lot, and I hated it. I couldn’t sit around being a doormat, but when he was angry with me, I felt like Joe could shut down, like he would just walk away from me, like I was out in the cold and the longer I left it, the less he’d be inclined to ever listen to me and help me fix things.



I pressed on. I couldn’t leave it like this. “I just don’t understand what part of that story you liked. I want to know what part turned you on.”



“I don’t feel like talking about it right now. Maybe later I’ll discuss it with you but I’m too angry at the moment.” All the while Joe looked at the screen flickering in front of him. He really didn’t want me to be there, that much was obvious.



I sat in the lounge chair for a few moments, gathering my resolve. I wanted to stay and fix things with him, but I knew he wasn’t ready anyway, and I also had the urge to flee. I needed to burst into tears and get some of this sick feeling out. I breathed deeply, committing myself to walking out of the room and going to bed to have a good cry.



As I stood and walked across the room I heard him open his mouth to speak. I expected him to say something to reassure me that we would fix this, that he still knew who I was and that he was still my Joe. Instead he said “I thought you were more tolerant and worldly than this.”



He may has well have slapped me. The derogatory tone was palpable. I don’t, to this day, know if Joe has any idea how he sounds when he speaks to me this way, but it kills me every time. To be such a loving devoted husband and father, to know how to make me feel treasured and honoured and trusted, and then to turn on me like this. I know to some this doesn’t seem like much of an insult, but to me, at that moment, I felt misunderstood, tired and … victimised.



So I stood there in the bathroom adjoining our bedroom as Joe continued to watch TV. I suddenly realised as I looked up from my low cut top, worn with the sole intent of gaining Joe’s attention, that there was a tired old looking woman staring at me. Her makeup had worn off. Her hair had been thrown back into a bun at some point in the afternoon to keep it out of the way, and she was, frankly a little on the chubby side.



She looked fucking pathetic. She wasn’t me, she couldn’t have been. This worn out pathetic woman could not possibly be the strong, striking redhead I knew I was, at least on the inside.



My self esteem wasn’t always perfect, but I know that I’m worthwhile, relatively attractive (I have great tits for a mother in her mid thirties, they still sit up and take notice). I also know that other people like me and have positive opinions of me. I have no ‘daddy issues’. My parents loved and still love me, my family are good to me and I have friends. I also have Joe who fought hard to get me in the beginning and has, for the most part, been a loving and caring partner, and we have our children who are good and sweet and say lovely kind things to both of their parents. With all of that evidence at my disposal, I am usually fairly sure of myself in life.



This pathetic woman did not match up with the image I had inside of myself, and for some reason, a switch had been flipped. Suddenly, I was boiling over with rage. I realised I was feeling like a victim and the very thought made me furious!



My reddened eyes narrowed. I believe if I’d been another person looking at my own face, I’d have been a little afraid. ‘Fuck this!’ I thought to myself. ‘This is not going to go down like this!’



The anger was building and I was forming a plan. There would be no walking out, no tyre slashing, no screaming. I was going to take matters into my own hands. I was going to not only reclaim myself, but take back my husband and the life I had worked my ass off to build.



I knew that what I had in mind could go either way. He could either be putty in my hands and things could be put back together, or he could lose his shit at me, and, I suspect, that might just be the end of us. Again I thought ‘Fuck it!’



I had visions of slapping the shit out of Joe, continuing harder and harder until I felt better or he begged for forgiveness. The vision didn’t shock me. I frequently use my mind as my playground and live out things I would never do there. It’s a safe way of dealing with feelings that need to be dealt with. But as I thought this way, I realised I was, to use a man-term, losing wood.



I didn’t like the feeling of loss of control that my unbridled anger was fuelling, and the thought of true violence has always sickened me. First and foremost, I knew that I actually do love this man with everything I am, and so I could never hurt him this way deliberately. I didn’t want to hurt him, I was just utterly pissed and I didn’t want to be hurt anymore. I wanted the respect he used to give me. So it was time to take it.



I started by washing my face and removing the last of the worn, smeared makeup I had left on. I moisturised and applied a whole new face. Smooth even skin, carefully applied blush, darkened, well-lined eyes. Then I rooted around in my makeup bag for the darkest shade of lipstick I possessed. I applied it carefully and perfectly on my full lips. I wanted my makeup to look crisp, pristine and just a little severe.



I went hunting in my bedroom drawer and found some lingerie. A one piece suit in pink that had black lacings up the front, ending just under the breast. The cups of the outfit were wired but there was no fabric over them, so my breasts would be supported and perky but completely bare. Perfect!



I went back into the bathroom and took off the low cut top, jeans and underwear that I had been wearing. I slipped into the outfit, (I guess you’d call it a teddy), which was very high cut at the bottom, and the crotch split in two. The crotch part was all so narrow, you could easily see the lips of my pussy either side of the fabric. It was sort of cradling my clit, gently rubbing it. Had I have been calmer, I’d have purred like a kitten and relaxed into the sensation, but the ‘Fuck this’ attitude had taken over and I had things to do.



I had been messing around in the drawers in our room, trying to find the things I needed and then I’d gone into the bathroom and locked the door. Joe must have heard because he came into the bedroom and tried to open the bathroom door.



“What the hell are you doing?” I suspect he thought I may have been packing my things and was probably puzzled when he came in to find the room unruffled. I’d been careful to shut all of the drawers as I’d made my preparations.

“I’m going to the toilet!” I retorted, lying. The annoyance in my voice didn’t really have to be faked.



“I heard drawers. What’s going on?” He asked, still upset, but a bit softer.



“Nothing! I’m just tidying up and getting changed” I replied. There was no way I wanted him to suspect what I was up to. He was so angry that I knew if he had an inkling, I wouldn’t be able to get him to comply.



Joe left the room and went into the rest of the house. I peeked out of the bathroom door to check that he was gone, then snuck into our walk in robe to find the skirt I was after. It was almost a belt, it was so short, but it was perfect for what I wanted. If I even began to bend over, it would show my ass. I could have just kept with the teddy, but I wanted some semblance of an outfit. I wanted to look like I was in control, because I was damn well about to be.



Finally, I unwrapped my long red hair from the bun it was swept up in. My normally straight locks hung in curls. Even better! I looked wild and horny. Joe liked my long hair. It hung down below my breasts and I had a feeling that with it all curly and tousled, he’d find it a turn on. I needed the visual element. I had to be able to get his attention at the right time, and this would be the way.



I put on my fluffy robe over my outfit. I knew the lipstick would be a giveaway of sorts, but I decided to just rely on the idea that he would either not notice it, or would have no idea what it meant. In my fluffy, housewifey disguise, I called Joe from the bedroom door. “Can we talk?” I asked. I had a feeling that, because he’d been in to check on me earlier, some of his fury would have dissipated and he’d probably agree to talk to me. If not, I’d have to think of something else.



Fortunately, my instinct was right. Joe walked into the room and sat on the bed next to me. He found me in my dressing gown as I am guessing he’d expected. I could tell he was expecting me to start talking because that is usually the way these things go. I’m definitely the wordier of the two of us.



Instead I reached out and gently tried to take his hand. He half pulled away, but though he didn’t really want to hold my hand, I could tell he didn’t have the heart to be too ferocious about taking his back. I wordlessly turned to my bedside cabinet and reached into the top drawer to pull out one of his old business ties that I’d stashed in there. I wrapped it around his wrist, and tied it in a double knot.



The knot had no finesse about it. The tie was fairly tight there. I didn’t care. Right now this was not about being seductive or sexy, it was about control and I wanted to make sure that he couldn’t get away without actually having to physically fight me, which I was fairly sure he wouldn’t do. I was pissed about the order of the world, and I was all about setting it right.



“That’s not going to turn me on.” He said. Clearly he’d thought that I was going to tease him and please him. I ignored him. He’d soon be fully aware of how things were going to be. “Look, I’m not in the mood…” he started. I could hear the anger ramping up again.



“Shut Up!” I commanded. I didn’t yell, but I used my firm voice. It’s the voice I pull out when I am being ‘Bossy Mum’ to my children. It’s the voice I use when I’m telling off the plumber or arguing with a business to get a better deal. I use it because it works, and it works because I believe in it. I use it when I am determined that I will get my way.



Joe was quiet. He looked annoyed. He complied very unenthusiastically when I tied his hand to the end of the bed with equally inelegant knots. I picked up his legs and swung them onto the bed. He complied, all the while with a look of pissed off boredom. I tied the other hand to the other side of the bed end. I knew him well enough to understand that his plan in response to this was to stay lying there while I probably got up and ground around on him or something and when I worked out that he wasn’t interested, I’d get up, release him and pout. He’d then get to walk off until I was ready to beg his forgiveness for hurting his feelings with my intense reaction to the story he’d shared with me.



I think he’d expected that I would be wearing nothing, or maybe one of the tiny silk nighties I owned. Something sexy but easy to deal with. I removed the robe and he saw my outfit. The surprise on his face was definitely there, but with pursed lips, he stubbornly tried not to let me see it.



I pulled out a blindfold from the drawer and walked around to his head. I started to put it on him, then reconsidered. I needed him to see everything that was happening for the full impact. “No, I said quietly. I think I’ll let you look… for now.” I sauntered back to the drawer and put the blindfold on top.



Then, standing next to the head of the bed, I picked up the foot closest to me and stripped the sock off. I began to massage his foot. I know that is kind of strange for someone to do when they want to take control, but I know Joe and I do understand him better than he thinks. I can read that beautiful face of his, and I know how far I can go before his arrogance takes over and the stubborn streak shuts me down.



Usually I use this perception of mine to try and avoid an argument or keep him from shutting down on me when I’m trying to make a point with him. I’ve known for quite some time that I could probably do more with it. I don’t mind admitting it was thrilling to finally be able to more to keep him on his toes.



Joe is a commanding person. He is known for being forceful and if people don’t have to go up against him, they’d rather avoid it. Being extra intelligent, he suffers from the problem most clever people do, he stresses too much about things. At work, he has to manage some very complicated things and people, and with his own issues, this adds to the stress. His life, his personality is all about trying to manage being in command of things, particularly himself. I suspected that my taking control of him might be a welcome change for him if I could do it just right. If not, well we were already fighting and at odds, so I’d just have to deal with the fallout.



Joe was relaxing into the foot massage I was giving, standing there in my outfit, my bare D-cup breasts pointing at him. He closed his eyes and his breathing settled. I dropped his foot unceremoniously. His eyes opened surprised, but I simply picked up the other foot and stripped off the sock. I rubbed for a minute or two. I wanted him to like the feeling, but he wasn’t here to get a treat.



I dropped the other foot, and then went for his pants. Unbuttoning and unzipping them I slipped them down so that he was left on the bed in his T-shirt and briefs. The jeans sailed through the air and hit the top of the laundry basket in the corner.



He smiled. I could see that with the mildly abrupt treatment I’d given him he was now up for sex, but not yet aroused. At least his mind was in the game. Unfortunately for him, he had some lessons to learn before he’d get anything fun out of this.



I straddled him and he half smiled. At this point, it was expected that I would start kissing and fondling. Instead I leaned in close to his face my expression became serious and cold. I spoke to him softly, keeping my voice even and smooth. “You, my love, are a brilliant man. You are intelligent, accomplished and handsome…” I leaned in and brushed his lips with mine. “However, If we’re going to play these games, you are going to learn some things…”



As I spoke in low tones to him, I began to grind my pussy through the split crotch of my teddy against his groin. Inside his briefs, I could feel him getting hard. Joe has a magnificent dick and it has never had any problem responding to me.



“I am not your slut.” I said, my voice dripping with honey. “I am not your bitch. If we ever play these games and you tie me up, it will be on my say so. Do you understand?”



Joe’s chiselled chin jutted out slightly in defiance. He had a bemused look in his eye. He thought we were still playing and that he’d have a choice.



“Okay then.” I said, equalling his look with a smirk of my own. “If that’s the way you want it.”



With that I dismounted him. I grasped his briefs and tore them down roughly, allowing his semi hard dick to slap against his stomach. I lifted his leg up and climbed on the bed so that I was between his legs with his knees raised. With a full view of his cock, balls and asshole available to me, I had my pick of what to do next. I pushed his legs up as though he were in stirrups at the gynaecologists. He strained a little, but I forced the issue. Then I slapped his right ass cheek hard. It certainly wasn’t as hard as I could do it, but it was intended to give him a light sting. I could tell from his jolt, that I had succeeded.



He was surprised, and I watched his face for the reaction I expected. I didn’t have to wait long before I could see the defiant look start to creep back again, so I slapped again in the same place, harder this time. His jolt was more pronounced.



“I said, Do you understand?”



“I …um…” his eyes closed, he was enjoying this. I wasn’t surprised. This wasn’t the part of the bondage that I had had a problem with, and it certainly wouldn’t have upset him either.



WHACK! I spanked him a third time, even harder. My hand tingled with it, and he yelped a little as I connected. “Yes, yes I understand.” He replied, clearly turned on by my taking command.



“Good. Now, you’ll do as you are told.” I said evenly. “This is not for you until I say so. If you learn your place and behave yourself, then I will see about giving you some of what you want.”



Joe wriggled happily. He still thought I was going to get sweet at some point. He had no idea that I meant what I said. I was determined to regain our balance and to me, that meant that he would quit the arrogant shit act, apologise for making me feel crappy, and get it that I deserved to be made to feel beautiful. He needed to get it that he was fucking lucky to have me, just as I adored him, and that he should damn well tell me so.



I suddenly spied his cock, about three quarters the way along to a nice hard on. I grasped it roughly. I know my way around his penis quite well. I have mastered giving him good head, I can give him a gentle or firm hand job that gets him to come pretty damn hard. This wasn’t about that. I wanted my prize. I wanted him to know that I had control of even his biological urges.



My hand squeezed and rubbed, with the other hand I grasped both balls and began to tug. When they’d warmed up and become a little looser, I encircled the sack just above his balls with my fingers, effectively separating them away from his dick. I’d done this dozens of times. Done well, Joe finds it quite arousing and it is a great helper to a good hand job. This time I tugged. I pulled hard enough that all of the tension was out of his skin. I was sure that I was getting close to some discomfort for him, and I continued to masturbate him roughly, milking him.



After a minute or two, I saw the glisten that I was waiting for. “There it is. That’s what I wanted.” I said. I bent down and wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre ejaculate. My tongue circled around the head and bobbed in and out of the slit, licking up all of the semen it could find. Then I sucked. I was firm with my suction, bringing his cock into my mouth deeper and deeper. I dug my nails into his thighs to stop him squirming. I wanted to taste him, and I wanted him to beg for more, or possibly to beg me to stop.



By the time his cock was completely hard in my mouth, he was squirming with pleasure. “I wish my hands were free so I could hold your head” he said, trying to take back the reins.



Instantly, I brought my mouth away. He couldn’t hide the disappointment. In previous scenarios, we’d swapped back and forth between being in charge, but none of the being in charge was actually real, we were both in it for the thrill, and happily sharing the experience. Not this time.



I stood back up next to the bed with my hands on my hips in full schoolmarm glory, my now fully aroused nipples jutting out at points. It wasn’t hard for me to put my firm look back on. I truly felt this way behind my mask, and I had little left to lose, so I was going to play hard until I heard what I wanted to hear from him, until I saw true surrender.



“No, you still need to apologise to me.” I said firmly. He lay back and looked at me and I could read the brazen twinkle in his eye. “Okay then” I said merrily “You’re soooo fucked now!”



I all but skipped out of the room. By this stage I think he may well have thought I’d taken total leave of my senses. In some respects, he wouldn’t have been far wrong. I went into the fridge in the kitchen and searched through the crisper drawer. Finding the item I was looking for, I returned to the bedroom.



Joe spied the rather large continental cucumber in my hands and his eyebrows raised up. There was a thick round end, and a smaller tapered end. I toyed for a moment with the idea of shoving the thicker end unceremoniously up his butt making sure it hurt like hades. In my little “mind-playground” evil me giggled at the thought. I then thought better of it all and decided that while I was still heartily pissed off, hurting him wasn’t the aim.



I sat back on the bed again between his knees. I arched up my own legs in the opposite direction so that I was facing him, and I forced each of his feet up onto my shins so that his ass was exposed to me. I then spanked him a couple more times, hard. Each time my hand connected, he flinched. He’d stopped fighting me, but he was enjoying it. I didn’t care, as long as he figured out who was boss, he could enjoy it all he liked.



I lifted up his balls so that I could see his perineal area, and I laid a slap right there. I am quite sure it stung a bit. His ass was looking nice and red by this stage. Using my middle finger, I circled his hole gently, scraping the delicate skin with my nail. I have moderately long acrylic nails which I knew would give him a lovely tingly sensation. I then plunged in, knowing the nail would be a bit sharp and would sting. The jolt was obvious and his cock throbbed upward as he sucked in a deep hissing breath.



I pushed my finger in as deeply as it would reach and moved around. His hips writhed with my movements and I knew he was ready. Retracting my finger, I took the cucumber and unwrapped the plastic shrink wrap from it’s entire length. The look of alarm on his face was mildly amusing. He’d stuck it to my ass on many occasions, ramming away with abandon, so I was rather entertained at the thought of him being worried now.



I had some lemon oil on my bedside and I rubbed a little of this over the cucumber. Taking the tapered end, I placed it against his hole and pushed. His slightly loosened up ass allowed a little of the end in, but he was resisting. I withdrew and braced his legs upward, and in one swift hard motion, slapped the entire width of his ass with the cucumber. He yelped.



“You’re fighting me… and you’re not going to win.” I said sternly. “Let me into your ass like a good little slut.” Again I pushed the cucumber into his entrance, harder this time, and I made it to the end of the taper to where it widened out. He was definitely warmed up and ready.



I started to move the cucumber in and out, fucking his ass. He was panting and whispering “Oh God”. I was loving every minute of it, pushing further and further into him. I stopped fucking his ass for a moment and said “so tell me, do you have anything to say to me yet?” He remained silent, but the ends of his mouth curled up giving him away. He wanted me to continue, he wanted to have me keep fucking him.



Instead, I whipped the cucumber out, raised his legs and slapped his ass twice in quick succession, as hard as I could without snapping the vegetable. He cried out. “What do you have to say for yourself?” I demanded firmly.



“I…” he faltered. He tried to resist a few moments longer, but I was not going to tolerate it. I brought the cucumber down hard two more times. A red welt was forming across his right butt cheek. The waxy skin made a perfect slapping sound against his skin. The hitting didn’t turn me on at all but it was easy to see from his long solid cock that he was really enjoying being turned upside down by me.



“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” He whimpered excitedly.



“And?” I asked



“I Love you.” He panted readily



It was a good effort, but not good enough. I’d seen him get to the point during our lovemaking where he had really yielded to it and to me.



As an aside, let me just say that it’s not that I think I’m the most fabulous woman that ever walked. I’m quite sure I’m nice, attractive and a whole bunch of other things that make me a good wife and partner. It’s just that I knew that Joe had really surrendered to me in the past. He’d made love to me and been obviously wrapped up in me many times, but it was at this moment that I realised that this is what I had been missing.



I could make him throw his head back, eyes shut with pleasure fairly easily, but I hadn’t seen him see me and treasure me in a good long while. So was the extent of his self-involvement, or rather his involvement with his Mistress, depression. I knew that amazing sex wouldn’t win him back entirely from his depressed state, but maybe he could have a short holiday from it. Maybe for a moment he could be back with me, seeing me, throwing himself at me again so that I knew I wasn’t just here to support him, that this marriage hadn’t become a one way street.



“I need you to tell me something good about me” I said, sitting back. He was waiting for more. He clearly didn’t know what ‘more’ was, but he wanted it.



“I wish I could see this side of you more often. This is amazing.” He said.



“No, I need to hear something nice about me.” I said petulantly, instantly annoyed at myself for betraying my emotions.



Joe lay there and looked at me. To his credit, I was well aware that his silence wasn’t because he didn’t love me or think nice things about me. It was merely because he had not the faintest clue what exactly to say to make me happy right then.



“Oh come now,” I said smirking. “I can’t be that much of a bitch.”



“You’re not a bitch at all.” He said, suddenly looking concerned for me. He was finally getting it. As much as this was to show him what I could do for him, it was also so that he could show me he was still connected to me and could occasionally take his head out of his own ass long enough to communicate it to me. Call me needy if you will, but every wife in the land needs to know that her husband wants and cherishes her. I am definitely no exception to that rule.



“Tell me what I want to hear then.” I stated, deadpan. I slid the cucumber gently back inside him and his eyes closed with pleasure.



“You’re beautiful…” he gasped as I gently pushed harder. “And sexy…” he continued. I pushed harder again and he groaned.



“Are you lucky to have me then?” I questioned, playing with him a little. He was oblivious to my mild sarcasm, wrapped up in the jolts of pleasure he felt as I eased inside him inch by inch.



“Oh God yes! Very lucky!” he sighed.



“And what would happen if I went away?” I asked.



“I’d be very sad.” He replied in a whisper



“How long for?” I was going to string this out for just a little longer.



“Forever.” He said. His answer stunned me. I guess I should have expected it, but I think I must have just been expecting “for a long time” or maybe for him to snap his eyes open and tell me to “Cut the crap.”



I can’t fully explain how charged the air was, suffice it to say that his honesty was both obvious and disarming. I still wanted to retain the upper hand, but he was due a reward for his compliance.

This is the first part of a story that will go off in different directions. You can chose where to follow. The start is in Fetish, I think that is an appropriate place, however, there will be two chapter 2s. You’ll be able to see where you’d rather the story goes once posted.



Please feel free to leave feedback, both good and bad, as that is the only way we can learn and improve. All is welcome.



All characters, as stated within the story are over eighteen and are purely fictitious. I hope you enjoy!



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Lissa didn’t know how she had gotten into this position, well, not in an overall picture sense, but she knew that if she didn’t figure a way out soon her life would become very difficult. The ties on her wrists strained as she pulled against them once more. They didn’t budge. She didn’t know what was worse, the fact she was tied to the bed naked, or the burning sensation from her full bladder…



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Three hours earlier Lissa had pulled up at the apartment block. She looked down at her watch, she was a little early, but that was due to her excitement. She had been talking to Brent for weeks now. They had swapped pictures, more nude ones than not, and chatted online daily. As her position of head of department in her company she had her own office. This allowed easy, un-disrupted use of the internet and a way to take the pics she was asked to take.



It was true, Brent had tapped quickly into one of her least known traits. Lissa liked to be told what to do when it came to sex. In her office she had to be in control, order others to do her bidding and make sure it was all done on time and correctly. In the bedroom, however, she prefered to take more of a submissive role. Not to the point of licking a guys shoes, but just to be told what to do and when sparked the fire between her legs.



Brent was very good at this and often had her taking her panties off at her desk and taking a pic for him. One time making her masturbate for him, viewed via webcam while she was on a conference call to head office. That had been one of the more erotic times.



But now they had progressed to the point that Lissa was ready to meet Brent. He had never asked for a real life meeting, which made Lissa feel even more secure, but now they were doing it she had a mixture of sexual arousal and nervous fear thumping through her veins.



The elevator doors opened and Lissa walked down the corridor to Brent’s apartment. The door was unlocked as he said it would be. She was under orders to go inside, find the bedroom and strip naked. Her heart beating faster with each moment, Lissa had obeyed. The glass of wine on the bedside table had been downed almost in one as she slipped off her skirt and blouse.



The large mirror on the wall showed Lissa’s 5ft 4 frame nicely. Her running kept her 32 year old body in shape, her round B-Cup breasts barely moving at all when she dropped her bra. Lissa could already feel her nipples tighten in the air conditioned room as she slipped her panties down revealing her waxed-smooth pussy. Another order from Brent.



A second glass of wine from the open bottle and Lissa put the blindfold on, tying it tightly behind her head. As if he knew, Lissa heard Brent enter. His foot-steps on the hardwood floor getting closer and closer. Just knowing that she was finally in the same room as the man that had brought her to more orgasms in the last few weeks than she had had in the last two years aroused her beyond belief.



Lissa could sense him close, his breath on her skin, exciting her further. Lissa almost jumped to the ceiling when she felt a tongue circle her nipple, stopping as quick as it had started. Her knees went weak and she felt her pussy moisten.



Hands were on her body now, fingertips trailing down her arms, back up, over her shoulders and down her back. She let out a little squeal when her ass was squeezed hard. Before she knew what was happening Lissa was being pushed back onto the bed. A little wary, Brent had not yet said a word, she allowed it, the aroused, scared feelings still fighting each other. Her wrists were held above her head and tied one by one to the corners of the bed post. That was it, she was totally under Brent’s control now and her body tingled at the prospect.



Lips found their way to Lissa’s nipples once again and she arched her back, trying to force her firm breasts and achingly hard nipples deeper into the sucking mouth. She heard Brent chuckle as she fought to get more pleasure from him.



Kisses trailed down her flat stomach, nothing more than lips caressing her smooth skin, not stopping as they went lower and lower on her body. Already extremely turned on from the fantasy they had discussed at length finally coming true, Lissa was already very wet for Brent when his lips finally met hers.



She felt him open her up slowly with his tongue, circling her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, then running down, pushing slighting against her hole and further between her ass cheeks. They had never discussed anal play, but as Lissa felt Brent’s tongue run over her tiny hole she couldn’t deny the dirty sexy feeling it gave her.



As Brent’s tongue made its way back up she felt his nose brush her clit, just enough to make her thrust her hips up. She was rewarded with Brent’s tongue slipping deeper insider than before and he swirled it around, a finger now stroking her clit.



Lissa wasn’t sure if it was solely the oral stimulation or the two glasses of wine taking effect, but she lost it right then and came hard, all over Brent’s face. She didn’t hear his satisfied moans of pleasure as he buried his face deeper into her cumming pussy. Lissa was too busy screaming her own pleasure for anyone to hear.



She came twice more as Brent relentlessly lapped at her pussy, sucking her lips and clit, sliding a finger or two inside her as he kissed and licked her. Lissa was breathing heavily when she felt Brent moving up the bed. Before she knew it, wet lips were clamping down on her own, kissing her deeply. Lissa tasted herself on her lover’s lips and tongue as he forced it into her mouth.



Then Lissa realised something else. Another feeling, soft flesh and a hard nipple pressed against her own breast. She was too consumed with the passionate kiss to think more on it until Brent sat up.



“Did you like that?” A voice asked. Lissa’s heart started racing. That was NOT Brent’s voice. Before she could answer her blindfold was ripped off!



“What the…. You?!?” Lissa gasped. Standing there over her tied up naked form was a young woman. Naked also, her mouth glistening with Lissa’s cum, an evil, joyful, look of triumph on her face. “How did you, where’s Brent?” Lissa shouted, trying and failing to break free from her wrist restraints.



“I’m Brent you silly bitch!” The young woman grinned. “Oh, the pictures were easy to come by, but the messaging, the emails, the orders, they were all me! I just thought that you might not be into this…” She said, stroking her own, smaller, breasts and cupping her bald pussy.



“I’m not you sick whore!” Lissa blurted back.



“Really?” The woman replied, climbing back onto the bed. She took one of Lissa’s nipples in her mouth and mewed softly when it hardened almost instantly in her mouth. “We’ll that’s not how it will look to anyone else…” And the girl gestured to the bookshelf.



Lissa’s mouth gaped open. There in the gap between two books, with a perfect view of the room, was a little red blinking light. She had been filmed! And it would she her willingly undressing, being tied up and -oh god – not only cumming on the girl’s face, but kissing her happily after…



“B…but why?” Her heart was racing, panic setting in.



“I knew you wouldn’t remember me!” The girl almost spat. “Just another number I your work force. Poor old Stacy, the mousey brown haired girl that no one would miss. You fired me for no reason, just to suit your numbers, after I gave you everything. EVERYTHING!”



Lissa tried to recall. Then it struck her. “You’re Stacy Donovan?” The girl sat up, her slim figure almost silhouetted by the window. Lissa had had it brought to her attention that one of the younger staff, just raised from intern, had had several accusations of obsessive sexual behaviour within the office. Lissa had naturally assumed that it had been a male, but when she was told that it was a female, going a bit OTT after a drunken one night stand with a co-worker she was shocked.



Of course she had to fire her, but she had never really taken much more notice than that. The lawyers handled all the rest. And now, here she was, tied up, naked, and at the mercy of this young girl…



“What do you want with me?” Lissa asked tentatively.



“You fired me stating that I was obsessive and sexually inappropriate within the work space. You ruined my life, I can’t get any other job in my chosen field now, so I’m going to show the world just how sexually fucked up you are and see how we’ll you get on!”



And with that, Stacy climbed on top of Lissa, straddling her chest, her bald pussy inches from Lissa’s face. “You’re going to do just as I say, or that video will get emailed to your superiors first, and then whatever porn site I can find that will take it.”



“Never! You fucked up bitch! You can’t make me, no one will believe you!” Lissa’s voice sounded more convinced than she felt and Stacy knew it.



“They don’t have to believe me, they just need to see that video. They’ll see how you were fucking around with a girl 10 years younger than you, a girl that you had fired for inappropriate behaviour. They’ll see that you fired me to try and keep our sex life a secret and you’ll be the end who’s life goes down the pan!” All the while she was talking, Stacy’s pussy was getting closer and closer to Lissa’s face.



Lissa’s heart sank. Stacy was right, there really was no where to go… “If I do what you say right now, you’ll give me the video?” She almost begged.



“Sure.” Grinned Stacy. Reaching down her tight 22 year old body, Stacy parted her lips with her fingers and pressed her wet pussy towards Lissa’s mouth. Lissa, her mind swimming from the wine felt like she had no choice. Even if Stacy was lying, if she could just get out of this she had a chance of getting to the camera before any damage could be done.



Hesitantly she stretched her tongue out and licked Stacy’s wet lips. It didn’t taste as bad as she thought. She thought she cold do this, just get through this… And with that she raised her head and sucked the young girl’s lossy hard into her mouth.



The reaction was almost instantaneous. Stacy screamed in pleasure from Lissa’s tongue and thrust her hips forward, pushing her pussy deeper into Lissa’s face. In seconds she was cumming, the triumph over her previous boss more erotic than anything before.



Lissa felt Stacy’s pussy leaking out all over her face and there was nothing she could do but lick it up and swallow it. The worst thing was, having this young girl force herself on her was doing things to her. She wasn’t as repulsed as she felt she should be…



Stacy, still panting from her cum swung her leg over and sat on Lissa’s face, facing out down over her body. Lissa had not choice but to bury her tongue deep inside Stacy’s wet pussy once more, but this time, Stacy was working her nipples. Pinching and twisting them, rubbing them as she groped her breasts. Lissa hated to admit it, but she was getting turned on again.



Before she knew what was happening she felt a tongue on her own pussy and was in a sixty-nine with her young ex-employee. At the mercy of this fucked up girl, Lissa found herself on the verge of another orgasm and when Stacy flooded her face once again with er own cum, Lissa couldn’t hold on either. With a scream, muffled by Stacy’s body, Lissa came hard, her wrists straining at her ties.



Still coming down from her cum, Stacy turned, laying on top of Lissa, their breasts mashed together as she kissed her captive hard. Their combined cum was covering their faces when she pulled away. Lissa breathing heavily. “There, can I go now?” Lissa panted.



“We’re not done yet!” Grinned Stacy, grabbing the bottle of wine. She took a big gulp and swallowed it. Then another, this time drooling it out over her small, firm breasts. She lowered them to Lissa’s face and ordered her to lick them clean. Lissa did so, lingering on Stacy’s nipples as she licked and sucked the young girl’s breasts.



Then Stacy took another swig, this time she lowered her face an inch from Lissa’s and dripped a bit onto her lips. Almost too willingly, Lissa opened her mouth and Stacy opened hers. The flow of wine from one mouth to the other caused some to splash down onto Lissa’s breasts. Swallowing what she could, she gasped at the sensation of Stacy’s mouth cleaning her body.



Stacy then got up. Lissa was too out of breath to ask, but before she needed to Stacy had turned back, a small vibrator in her hand. It was already thrumming along as Stacy climbed between Lissa’s legs on the bed and slid it across her clit.



Lissa had absolutely no control over her body’s reaction and was immediately thrusting her hips up, needing to feel the vibrator on her clit once more, in her pussy, anywhere.



“Please! Please just let me cum!” She squealed as Stacy ran the vibe over her captives clit once more.



“Oh, not yet…” Stacy replied, her biggest grin yet. Slipping the vibe deep into Lissa’s soaked pussy, Lissa biting her bottom lip, so so close to cumming, Stacy then ran it down between Lissa’s ass cheeks. Lissa knew exactly what was going through Stacy’s mind, but was powerless to stop it.



“Please no, no, not there, I’ll do anything, ANYTHING!” She begged, but to no avail. She grunted, pulling at her ties as she felt Stacy pushing the slick vibe into her tight ass. She could feel it deep inside her, the constant thrum keeping her at the point of climax. Her body betrayed her, wanting to feel the vibe deep inside her.



Ten Stacy sat beside her, winked at the camera and proceeded to play with Lissa’s clit, in plain view of the blinking red light. That was it, Lissa’s body gave out. There was no way she could deny it any longer. The sensation of the vibrator in her ass and the young captor toying with her clit was more than she could take.



With her loudest, longest scream so far, Lissa came hard. So hard that she felt her pussy clench then release and a stream of her juices flooded from her her body. She had never squirted before and here she was, made to by force, by a girl she had had fired for inappropriate sexual behaviour.



Even before her cum had subsided, Stacy had removed the vibrator. Lissa lay there a sweaty, satisfied mess. Her head swimming from the wine and orgasms. Her nipples were still achingly hard, and she felt vulnerable once again when Stacy stood beside her on the bed.



“Not bad, I think you’re ready for round two…”

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My Turn Now – my ending to Goldeniangel’s story Secret Anal Sex. My thanks to her for generously granting me permission to write a sequel for her story.



http://www.literotica.com/s/secret-anal-sex



Goldeniangel’s own ending of the story seemed incomplete to me. The category was anal, but the story was outright rape. What a wonderful way to treat your girlfriend. Drug her and rape her virgin ass, roughly. I really didn’t like this guy, and I guess that was the author’s intention.



He raped her ass. What’s that they say about payback in kind?



I like finishing stories. I guess I’m a little weird. Sometimes they are stories that have been abandoned. In cases like this, it’s a story where the author has written an unsatisfying ending. At least for me.



When offered the opportunity, I’ll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don’t write about total wimps. Male or Female. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps (at least not as protagonists). No stupid women, and assholes get their due.



Some of you won’t like my endings. That’s fair enough. I’m happy to hear your reasons. This is only one author’s idea of a fitting resolution. You’re welcome to try your hand at writing your own. I hope you enjoy this one.




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Lauren woke, disoriented and in agony. Her head felt fuzzy, unclear. Her ass burned like the sun. She staggered out of her bed, and made it to the bathroom. She touched her burning anus, grabbing her makeup mirror, and looking at it. It was red, and trickles of dried blood and what she was almost certain was semen were caked around her opening.



She felt the tears in her eyes, as she pressed her finger against the opening. The pain was intense and instant.



How could it have possibly happened? While she was sleeping. Safe in her house with John to protect her. John… Oh God, no! Not John. Impossible. Sure he was always badgering her, trying to get her to allow him access to her ass, but he knew she’d never go for it. He was her boyfriend, for over a year. She trusted him. Could it… could it be him? What other explanation was there?



That rotten bastard!



Lauren returned to face her boyfriend, confront the lousy ass-raping bastard. He was sleeping on top of the covers, and she could see his filthy cock, coated in blood, cum, and shit.



Her anger blazed, burning away the haze of her drugged mind. How disgusting and despicable can an individual be? Fuck her ass, while she was passed out?



She thought about that. How was it even possible? How could she have slept through that? The pain had to have been almost unbearable. Suddenly her dazed state when she awoke made sense. The bastard must have drugged her somehow. God, it kept getting worse. Her boyfriend, the man she trusted with her life, had done that to her.



The fucking low-life rapist would pay.



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John slept like a log. After she’d quickly fetched her supplies from the garage, she started. It didn’t take much more than a nudge to get him to rollover. A few more pushes and probes and he was close to the position she wanted him in. She fixed the ropes to the corners of the bed first, making certain they were secure. Carefully, she wrapped one around his wrist, tying it off. She returned the end of the rope to the bedpost, and slowly drew on it, until there was little slack left. She did the same with his other wrist, and after a minute or two, his arms were stretched out, immobilized.



She did the same with his legs, pausing each time he shifted, slowly tightening the ropes. When he was secured, she went back to each, pulling in more slack, until he was spread eagle. She jumped when he tried to turn, groaning, and pulled at the ropes.



Knowing her time was running out, she roughly pulled in the slack of his last leg, and jerking it over and with a few quick wraps, had it anchored firmly.



“Wha… ” she heard him mumble sleepily. He started pulling at his arms. “What the…”



She didn’t hear much more from him as she slapped the duct tape over his mouth, and wrapped it around his head several times.



She sat back, looking at him, sweating from the exertion and the nervousness. Now that she was certain he was firmly tied down, she sat on his arm, grabbing his hand and forcing his fingers closed, encasing his fist in more duct tape.



John was barely aware of what was happening to him, until she started on his second hand. He fought back, and she got up off the bed.



“You lousy mother-fucker!” she screamed. She grabbed the pole from the towel rack and beat him around the head, screaming, until he was whimpering, hunched up, trying to bury his head in the pillow. She took his hand, closed it and wrapped the fist in duct tape. When he tugged on the rope, she beat his arm with the wooden bar.



“Don’t you move, you fucking rapist!” she shrieked, using the wooden pole to beat him on the back until it cracked. He was twisting and moaning. Good. Let the bastard suffer.



The immediacy of her rage sated, she drew herself a bath. While the tub filled, she got his leather belt out of the closet, and beat him from head to toe, delighting in his whines and whimpers. When she was too exhausted to continue, she dropped the belt, and soaked in her bath.



Relaxing in the tub, she started to think about what she wanted to do. The relationship was over. That much was for damn sure. She certainly couldn’t live with him. Not after that. It pained her to probe her butthole, but she did what she could, whimpering as she cleaned herself. Her rage built with each additional moment.



She dried herself off, and got dressed. Took the belt to him for a while, not long enough to tire herself. Lauren thrilled at the marks it left on his pasty skin. She took his wallet, and went shopping. It didn’t take long to find what she was looking for. Once she had, she hit the ATM and took out as much of his money as she could. She figured he owed her. She had to get a new place to live because of him, and it was only fair that he helped pay for it.



She made a few calls, starting an avalanche of queries. Within the hour, she had located a room she could share with Alicia, not a close friend, but a decent acquaintance who was looking for a temporary roommate. Satisfied with her start, she went to the bedroom, to look at her ex-boyfriend’s bruised and battered body.



Lauren stripped naked, and opened her bag. She’d asked for and received instructions at the ‘toy’ shop, and quickly donned her gear. She stood in front of the mirror smiling. John’s little five inch prick had left her in agony. She wondered what the nine inch black beast hanging from her waist would do to him.



She walked around the bed, and stood in front of him. “Oh, John,” she called out teasingly. He looked at her grinning face, and when she glanced downward he followed her eyes to the huge strap-on. His heart started racing and he tugged fiercely on the ropes, shaking the bed.



“So you like anal sex, do you?” she laughed. “I think it’s time to find out how much you really like it.”



She ignored his moans and climbed behind him. She tried, she did, but no amount of effort would get that pole into his ass. She was getting frustrated, and looking around saw that the stupid bastard had left out the lube he’d used on her the night before. Apparently not enough, from the damage he’d done to her.



Lauren didn’t think he deserved it, but had given up on taking him without it. She lubed up the immense strap-on cock, and put more lube on the end of the stick she’d been beating him with earlier. It was a lot smaller, and should do to get him started. No way she was going to use her finger. Not on that slimy, rapist bastard.



He whimpered and tried to scream out as she managed to get several inches of the stick up his ass. She laughed, poking him. “What are you whining about John? I thought this was what you wanted, right? You can’t ever seem to stop talking about it. Jesus, this stick is tiny! Stop being such a pussy bitch.”



She had a brainstorm, and got her camera out. She focused on his ass, and set it to record. Posing behind him, she stroked the fake cock. “Are you sure this is what you want, baby? It seems awfully big, but if you’re certain…” She placed the head at his opening holding it in her hand and pushed. She started to doubt she’d have any success, when it suddenly slip forward a few inches, and John screamed loud enough to be heard through his duct-tape gag.



“Good boy. That’s taking it like a man. Now you’re certain you want it all, right? That’s what you said, isn’t it?” She waited for a second. “Alright. You asked for it.”



He shuddered as she forced the beast up his ass, chuckling as he suffered. It was a lot of work to get the whole thing in there, but she felt enormous satisfaction as she finally drove it home. “That’s it, baby. All of it. You took that whole chocolate monster. I know you want the real thing, but we’ve got to work you up to it. Kind of sick fantasy you have, but if that’s what you want, how can I deny you?”



She fucked him until her back ached, must have been a good half-hour. When she was exhausted, and he was just lying there crying, she finally pulled it out of him. She was disgusted to see that his little prick was hard. What a sick fucker, she thought. She knelt over his head and wiped her big cock all over his face.



Lauren was completely spent, and took a quick shower, still wearing her new toy. After her shower she put it to the side, reminding herself she’d put some Vaseline where it chafed against her skin next time. She walked past him, slapping him on the ass. “I hope that was as good for you, honey, as it was for me.”



She fixed herself some lunch, got the suitcases out and started packing. When the suitcases where full, she took a break, donned her strap-on and pounded his ass again. Not for all that long, maybe 15 minutes or so, but she was surprised at how easily she was able to get it started this time. When she was done having fun, she hunted through the garage until she found some boxes. She packed those as well, until she had everything out of the bedroom.



Another turn with the belt, plus 20 minutes of butt-banging, and she rolled over beside him. “Damn, this is a lot of work, baby. I hope you’re worth it.”



She looked into his eyes and saw the anger and despair. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s all in good fun, right? I’m just giving you a taste of what you’ve always wanted to give me. It’s not so bad, is it?”



Emptying the bathroom and the rest of the house of the things she wanted took until dinner. Lauren stretched, her body aching from the exertion. She decided she deserved a treat, and let him buy her a nice dinner, including a couple of glasses of wine. She was feeling mellow by the time she returned.



Time for some answers.



She went to the bedroom, taking a sports bottle of water with her. She wasn’t cruel, wouldn’t leave him thirsty. She was very irritated when she found he’d pissed the bed in her absence. What a fucking pig.



He got a few more whacks of the belt for that.



She wasn’t gentle pulling the duct tape from his mouth. It tore out some of his hair, but so what. When she removed the last piece, he screamed at her, “You stupid bitch!”



Not smart, since he was still tied up. She slapped the belt across his face as hard as she could, making him scream.



“Don’t fucking speak, you rapist, or I’ll use the buckle side next time!” she growled.



The fear in his eyes, and the anger in hers ensured his silence.



“Did you really think you could drug me and rape my ass, and I wouldn’t notice?” she asked.



“I didn’t…”



The belt descended three more times. After the first one across his face, he turned his head into the pillow, and it landed on the back of his head and neck. He screamed again, when the hard metal buckle impacted his skull on the last one.



“Don’t fucking lie to me!” Lauren screamed. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Really?”



He nodded, sobbing. “You were unconscious. Couldn’t feel it. How bad could it be?” he whined.



“You tell me, rapist. How bad is it? You like that big pole up your ass? Have I made you gay yet?”



“I… I’m sorry. Please, I’m hurt. Badly. You have to let me go.”



“Sure. I only bled from my ass all morning. It’s not like you hurt me or anything.”



“No, seriously. I think I’m really hurt,” he whined.



“Shut up you whining pussy. I’m only giving you what you always wanted to give me. I thought you’d enjoy it.”



“Please, baby…”



He wasn’t ready for the belt again, and didn’t turn fast enough.



“Don’t call me baby! Don’t call me anything but Mistress, you fucking loser rapist!”



“P… Please, Mistress,” he whined. “Please let me go. I’m sorry. You’ve had your revenge. If you let me go now, I’ll never say anything. Please.”



“You think I care if you say anything? I’ve got some great footage. I’ll make sure everyone you know gets it. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”



“No, ba… ” she lifted the belt and he hurriedly replied. “No Mistress. Please don’t.”



She sighed. “I can’t believe you pissed the bed, you pig.”



He lowered his eyes. “I… I tried to hold it. Tried all day,” he whined.



She got up, sighing, and started tugging on the sheet. “Lift up, rapist. Lift.”



He struggled to raise his upper body, until she managed to tug the sheet free. “Now the legs, rapist.”



“Yes, M… Mistress,” he said, doing as he was told.



Lauren used the fouled sheets to clean up as much as possible. Blotted the large soaked area on the mattress with the sheets and some towels. She wiped him down as well, ignoring his moans.



“Please…” he started to speak. She didn’t have the belt handy, so she grabbed his balls and squeezed hard. He squealed in pain.



“Did I say you could speak, rapist?”



“N…no mistress.”



“Then shut the fuck up, or I’ll tear these off, stuff them up your ass, and use my strap-on to drive them all the way into your belly.”



It took a lot of work to get a towel under him, another fitted sheet on the bed, and another towel under his waist.



He looked at her, and started whimpering like a dog.



“Jeez! What the hell do you want!”



“Water.”



“Ask properly, rapist, or I’ll beat you until I’m tired.”



“Please, Mistress. May I have some water?”



She pressed the sports bottle nozzle against his lips, and let him drink his fill. “What do you say, rapist?”



“Thank you, Mistress.”



She took off her clothing, and put on her strap-on. Went to the bathroom and placed some Vaseline where it had chafed her earlier. The whiny punk was crying when she walked into the bedroom.



“Fucking man up, you pussy,” she snapped. “You fucked my ass, and I’m half your size.”



“Sorry, Mistress. I’m so sorry.”



“Sorry doesn’t cut it, rapist.” She grabbed a pillow, and smacked his ass. “Up, boy.”



He raised his hips a little but they didn’t clear the bed. She got pissed, and went to the bathroom, and grabbed the lighter they used to light the candle, after a particularly fragrant experience. She lit it and pressed it against his ass. He screamed and lifted as high as he could and she pushed the pillow underneath him.



“It’s always the hard way with you isn’t it, rapist?”



“Sorry Mistress.”



She grabbed a second pillow, and he lifted his hips high without the need for instruction.



Lauren opened the lube, and started lathering up her cock. She stood beside the bed, making sure he got a good view. “I’m a lot bigger than you, aren’t I, rapist?”



“Yes Mistress. Too big. Please don’t do this. I’m injured.”



“I don’t remember you offering me a choice last night, did you?”



“No Mistress. It was wrong, and I’m sorry.”



Lauren adjusted her camera, and started recording. She climbed between his legs, and saw he was trembling. She ran her hand down his thigh. “Show me you can take it like a man, no whining and no crying, and I’ll be gentle. Ask for it nicely, and I’ll make it easy on you. Any whining and crying, and I’ll fuck your ass dry until dawn. You understand me?”



“Yes, Mistress.”



She pressed the large head against his opening. “Ask me. Ask for it, rapist.”



“Please, Mistress. Please, take my ass,” he said, almost sobbing as he did.



She grinned, and pressed against his hole. The head slid in, and she paused. “You like that don’t you?”



“Yes Mistress.”



“You want more?”



“More mistress. Just a little bit, please.”



She pressed inward, and drew it back out. Pushed forward again, mesmerized by his ability to absorb it. “Like this?”



“Yes Mistress. Thank you.”



She rocked back and forth steadily, slowly entering him until half the beast was inside of him. “Not too bad, is it?”



“No Mistress,” he moaned.



“More?”



“If it pleases you, Mistress.”



“It does.” She pumped him, pulling out until she could see him closing up, and then back in until he grunted. Back and forth until he was taking all but the last couple of inches.



“Much better. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you.”



“Yes Mistress.”



She reached down and felt between his legs. He was hard. “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you?” she sneered.



“Y… yes, Mistress,” he moaned.



She laughed, and grabbed his shaft. She stroked his cock in time to her thrusts. She could feel him trembling. “Don’t you dare come! You don’t have my permission,” she growled, squeezing his cock.



“Sorry, Mistress,” he whimpered.



She fucked his ass, stroking his cock, laughing at him. She felt his cock swelling. “Don’t come!”



“Please, Mistress!” he pleaded.



“No. Don’t do it.” She pumped him harder releasing his cock, and slapping his balls. “You don’t get to come.”



She fucked him harder, the whole shaft disappearing inside him. He grunted and moaned. She felt him trembling and pounded his quivering ass.



“Please! Please Mistress, may I come!”



She laughed. “I’m not touching that lousy dick,”



“May I? Please? PLEASE?”



“Come you little bitch. Come for your Mistress. Do it!”



He grunted and drove his hips back against the cock in his ass, crying out. Lauren looked down and saw his cum pooling on the towel underneath him. “You whiny bitch! You’re loving this, aren’t you, you fucking pussy.”



He whimpered, receiving his fucking, until she tired, and pulled out of him. She stripped off her strap-on, rubbing the red spots where it chafed her skin. She lay down next to him, sighing. Lifted a leg over his, stretching.



“Why, John?” she asked softly. “Why would you do that? How could you think that was Ok?”



She looked over at him, and saw tears in his eyes. “I… I don’t know. I was obsessed. You have the most beautiful ass, and you wouldn’t let me near it. I could barely touch it.”



“Isn’t my pussy and mouth good enough. Was it that bad, that you had to rape me?”



He lowered his head to the pillow. “I wanted more. It was good, but limited. You never let me finish in your mouth. Never would try anything new. Nothing but missionary, or occasionally you on top. You’re so beautiful, so sexy, such an incredible ass. I just wanted more.”



“You wanted more, and thought it was Ok to drug me and rape me. What did you give me?” she snapped.



“Sleeping pills. Doug gave me them, when I was at his place the other week, and they knocked me right out. I asked for some more. I’m sorry.”



“How could you think you’d get away with it?”



“I… I didn’t think you’d know. It was stupid. I know that now. I figured if you were unconscious, you’d never know.”



“You are such an idiot. I wouldn’t know. Right. It still hurts, damn you!”



He whimpered. “I know that now. I didn’t. I’m sorry.”



“Fucktard rapist,” she growled. “Idiot. Ruined everything, everything so you could be a fucking pervert.”



She got up, and searched through the utility basket under the sink. Came out with some string, which she started to tie around his balls. Tightly.

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